KFCFETISH verzQt.

Happy New Year

2010-01-03T22:29:00.001-08:00

Hi Happy New Year to me. It feels like a run. Let's just summarise my 2009.

Gonna be a good year?
Got attached with DEL hah.

FUCKED YEAR.
FYP drama. Macbook crashed. Way to start the year ya?

Wasted year.
Slaving on FYP. Slaving. Time passes fast. But I still clubbed during FYP lmfao.

Hmmm boring but in an interesting way kinda year.
I remember just searching madly for internship. And found one. Upper Thomson / West Coast.

Activist's year.
PINK DOT SG WAS AWESOME OK? Clubbed in the night after that! ;)

Criminal year.
People. Please pay for everything. I hate unnecessary troubles with the police.

Nursing year.
I love my Sijie.

Drunken year.
I got sent to Hougang whilst in a pukey state.

Fucked year.
A dog found me cute and we become boyfriends.

Korean year.
Addiction is one thing, but Kpop finally boomz. When they played Sorry Sorry in the club, I didn't know it was here to stay, but it is.

Treasured the year.
I love my friends. 9/9/09 was good because I had to rush for a fucking meeting the morning after. All hangover-ish and whatnot on Bus 67.

Forgetful year.
What happened on my birthday? I think I ate at Charco's at AMK but I didn't blog about it. Oh wait, did I blog about it on tumblr?

Broken year.
My knee failed on me on Deepavali. Hurts. C'mon heal already. I just have to stray far away from shuffling and whatnot.

Sex year.
I like sucking the China guy's dick and it was soooo funny because we didn't speak each other's languages. FOR THE WIN. Some guys have such baby smooth skin it ain't even funny. Go away Sunny. I can find my own partners. Alvin is such a hot fuck.

WHO CAN FORGET MY BLONDE HAIR?

My most angmoh look ever with the curly damaged thing going on. It was FUCK to maintain I swear. But it was for aesthetic purposes only, and damn my Pan-Asian face really works everything. I would post pictures, but I have fucking Facebook, look there instead.

Gar told me don't make resolutions because they won't come true but I need to make this one importantly.

I NEED TO KEEP COUNT OF PARTNERS THIS YEAR.

Because God knows how many I've got freaky on these past few years. If I do it a year at a time, then maybe I will feel more accomplished? Haha. Wtf?

Ok ok whatevs. I want my online TV to start soon otherwise I'mma spend a whole lotta time on Runescape!

Merry Xmas

2009-12-26T20:25:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas everyone! Or as Kenneth would put it (in SMS): Messy Christmas. Lmao can?

So life has been stagnant, I have no job, just playing Runescape. Well, I decided to go for a more toned body so I am exercising a bit, but I give up my routine so easy like a pussy, what can I do? I strain easy.

Club club club. Yesterday they played After School's Because of You, together with usuals Abracadabra, Ring Ding Dong and Sorry Sorry. Hopefully it's not a trial track like KY says it is. Because it is such a nice song. After School rocks!

Funny how I thought a change of blogskin might try to convince me to blog more? But nah, life is not very exciting.

Xmas party was fun - uncle passed but that's OK. Cheese makes up for it. Shepherd's pie, cable TV. Watch it until 5 PM, after which we were kicked out and forced on peak hours train, oh the dread.

I need to transfer money. Self-reminder. Whoa, I blog so disorganised nowadays. Because I have so much to say, yet don't need to say so much!

Today I lay in the rain where it drizzled and the wind just blew me and kept being awake. In Tanjong Pagar. The sights the sounds. Of the Malay bartenders practising bar skills (wtf here at this time? go away.) and doing tektonic (once again, go away) near the sleeping place. The good news is the sleeping place has ZERO ma yi because God knows there's a colony of them around TP.

I'm off to cook pasta soon, till we meet again. Meanwhile, catch up on Facebook and Twitter.

Caved.

2009-11-25T08:17:00.000-08:00

We humans have so many cravings. They aren't addictions. Though you may want to think that way, I still feel, sex, sushi and pasta are a small price to pay for happiness. Well... at least I don't desire for fucking Louis Vuitton shit. My world is a better place.

I should quit Runescape.

Dirty little slut

2009-11-23T10:16:00.003-08:00

23 November. I was a dirty little slut. Cedric, Sunny and another man. My ass wins.

Fridaymorningnotasreep.

2009-11-19T15:34:00.000-08:00

I definitely need a haircut after I BUTCHERED my hair because I anyhow go and use my beautiful handy dandy scissors and SNIP SNIP SNIP and ... whoa, I am effing cute. But later I found out from frenzz that I had a bald spot. I plan to remedy this.

And note: Buy concealer. Because I can't stand my pigmentated face. Is that even a word, "Pigmentated.." I see "PIG" and "MEN", you know, in the chauvinist sense.

Lady Gaga is the devil. Worship the devil. 666. Satanism is the music industry. Let yourself be a drone and fall inside the hypnosis of GAGA's GENERATION as you fall off the balcony a la Paparazzi and wake up with your senses deprived. Baphomet is your ruler and you shall respect Baphomet now and forever.

I have not turned evil. You listen to Lady Gaga. You, sir, ma'am, are the one being manipulated. Congratulations. You are one of Her minions. It's too late, no one can save you now.

RA-RA-A-A-A
ROMA-ROMAMA
GAGA-OOH-LALA

May the Lord have mercy on your damned souls.

Secretly.

2009-11-18T07:20:00.000-08:00

I want to date again. Life is so boring. No job. No money. No life. No love. I don't like emo posts tbh, but I wanna get low and freaky with my (future?) boyfriend and just cuddle in the dark. No sex. Because urm, I'm not that type of person anymore.

Oh well. For now I have my Runescape. My one and only love.

*fucks Runescape in the ass*

OH YEAH. I'M GOING TO CUM~

Indostrong

2009-11-17T05:23:00.000-08:00

Indonesians surely know how to rock Twitter. Trending topics include #tepaklagutranslate (which I have no idea what it means.) More or less a song directly translated from English to Indonesian. For me? I said Fireflies. Which I translated as Lalat Api? Which is like a housefly fire, directly translated.

Act like I know only.

And also #Sepatuku, which I have no effing clue why SHOES could trend.

I love being Asian.

Here here daffodilials.

2009-11-16T23:55:00.000-08:00

Okay, I've seen this vlog thing. Charles Trippy journaling in the form of Youtube. For all the whole to see. And it's not like it's super interesting, but it's just very bravo. Because would anyone in Singapore be insane enough to talk in front of a camera ... self-filmed? People would think. "SIAO AH!"

But me, I do have thick skin. I sing and dance on the train to some extent but not till V****licious level. See I self-control. You know they do splits and scream like girls in the train? But you didn't hear it from me. You heard it from, uh... another witness.

I should try and do that. Something interesting. Nothing wacky. Nothing out of this world. Just something out of the box.

Right now I'm cooped up at home. Which is good. Because when I go out, I tend to spend. Heck, everyone tries to spend. Little items at convenience stores shout, "BUY ME!"

Buy you?

As long as they ain't chocolates.

2PM is really an incredible group. Change topic. LOL. I was just watching the 2PM Heartbeat and SHINee's Ring Ding Dong dance covers. Makes me wanna learn them, because I haven't learnt any new dance moves these few weeks. Maybe I'll practice my Abracadabra and Sign, my Brown Eyed Girls.

Did I mention I had a dream about them? I met them. And they spoke English. LOL. The dream was also filled with Runescape titbits so, meh.

Miryo is a fierce rapper. Yoobin got nothing on her, because her voice is like auntie, and Yoobin's is deep. So aunties win. Respect your noonas and unnies.

I've never really actively blogged about Korean stuff before. Well, I guess there is no turning back. What else can I talk about xia, I just sit in my room all day. The good news is, this ain't my mother's basement. Can't wait to dance and burn off my fats this week. Put ya hands up!

Hello world.

2009-11-04T20:25:00.000-08:00

Hi people. No I'm not dead. And I'm blogging.

Yes, that's right. After so many days, weeks, months. I finally decided to pen down my thoughts, virtually of course. Twitter is an addictive website/device/creation. But no, I love to write nonsensical rubbish that I have plenty of space to rant about. So here I go, ranting ranting ranting. Random nonsense. Ah. The thrill.

So what's up?

Internship is well over and I'm glad. I wanna graduate in happiness please. But the worst part about being Year 4.

#1 ) EZ link card

EZ link card troubles. Unable to find my record in the database. Yeah. That's cause I'm a year late. Oh well. I'm still considered a student, whatever last days I have left...

#2 ) TP Library

Jumped the shark. We gotta tap our damn matric cards now? Mine had an error, not surprisingly. I'm an expired student, yet, I'm still a student. Even the librarian didn't know how to remedy this seemingly cocked problem.

That's rather fine. Birthday passed. Had so much fun with school mates, both from poly and 4E1 and of course my lovely fabuluzzz AJ friends. 20. How do I feel about that? Haha. More power to me.

And why am I so free?

I'm currently unemployed because once upon a time, during Deepavali I popped my knee and had it sprained. Was in extreme pain at work, and went home early. And till this day it hasn't healed. As a doctor, I prescribed myself eternal rest. So here I am at home, watching SurftheChannel, playing Runescape (w00t!), listening to iTunes, playing Bejeweled and Cafe World on Facebook.

What do I watch? Fuck Polo Boys or SG Idol, I could hardly give a shit.

In no particular order

Amazing Race
ANTM
Desperate Housewives
Glee (it rocks btw)
Grey's Anatomy
Project Runway
Survivor
Hell's Kitchen [ cbb nowadays lol; other things are nicer to watch ]
and lately... Gossip Girl. Gasp.

Fuck one of my friends got 250K for Bejeweled. AHJUSSI. (acts aegyo)

My Korean vocab has expanded. I learnt more lyrics, and I also learnt what Japanese say during sex. The ... man-on-man ones. Ahh so hot la, can anot?

Girls' Generation - So Nyuh Shi Dae rocks my world. SHINee. Super Junior. Wonder Girls. Brown Eyed Girls. 2AM. 2PM. I heart Korea long time.

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Gee! Sowoneul malhaebwa! GEE GEE GEE GEE BABY BABY BABY. Thanks Darrell and Caster and Idil and other friends who introduce me to all these songs and my baby fat sister for introducing me to AuditionSEA. Korean techno is the bomb. Wrongful meeting. Wahoo.

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Shakira's new album is fantastic lol. Gotta get Leona's, Carrie's and wazzat. Saturday's.

Sitting alone at home playing games and not earning money is the ultimate lifestyle. And I don't get fat. Eat all day, sleep all day. Should I do something productive with my life? I bet a lot of NS guys who were waiting for amry [sp] slacked their lives off. I bet! So I'll be one of them.

I need money. But if I don't go out, of course don't need money. I'm so broke, that I'm sometimes afraid to venture out of the house. My student concession ended so I have to... GASP! Buy adult fare! The adultery!!!!

Anyway. Ahem.

Elmotional < --- new word I created yesterday

Learning Chocolate Love dance. By SNSD, the hottest Korean babes in the world. KIM TAEYEON! KIM HYOYEON! Would love to learn Ring Ding Dong (SHINee!) for fun because damn it looks damn fun luh, at a lack of better words.

Currently listening to Paramore's new album, brand new eyes.

Oh shit my blog has turned into one of those damn Korean-obsessive blogs. And the shitty part is, I'm not even a (fan)girl. And some Runescape players recognize SNSD.

I won't apologize for the content published here because it's not my fault that I'm stuck at home. SHINGZ. Resting rocks anyway. Joblessness rocks. I realize I am such a workaholic that I have no time to myself. Now I do. So I'm gonna catch up on ME time. A lot of us need that. Yet, there's that tinge of guilt that pinches me, asking me to get off my lazy butt and go do something.

But.

No.

I don't wanna think about my life. I just wanna sleep, be smelly and roll around my bedsheets until I have to go in the .... *gulp*.... amry. ^[sp]

Bring it on xial. I would be wearing specs (urgh!) and ... be botak (ok with that) .... be naked (very comfortable with this lol) ... and and and and.... be doing something with my life. Get some social interaction. Being cooped up sometimes is miserable. *sniff*

Thank God for communication devices like Twitter and Facebook for existing for giving me the "social interaction" that I need. Devices? Aiyah my lingo is so shingz now, whatever.

Waste of time

2009-09-16T09:29:00.000-07:00

I headed out to Burlington Square today and had my time utterly wasted as an MLM scheme was presented to me.

Sum it up, the answer is: NO. But I had to act excited so we all could leave the God forsaken building.

How am I going to face that scammer tomorrow. I'll just say no. Can it be that hard? I should not play Mister Nice Guy.

Business is really not my thing. At least "I wasn't born yesterday."

Let me get straight to the point.

2009-09-09T19:50:00.000-07:00

I went to Francesca's party and gave her a nice present and card though my gift wrapping was seriously sucky to the max. Like notebook paper? Huh. The thought that counts, kay? Got her some nice cosmetic stuff from Nivea.

It was all fun drinking on a Wednesday. And slept on the floor at 2 AM ~ish when I was done because hey, I'm getting more and more used to givin' lubb to the ground. You could almost say I'm training for NS. BMT boys, kiss my milkshake.

I woke up a bit after 6 AM: groggy. It was just KY, Irfannafri and Franca in the house.

Ouch, hangover.
I was thinking to myself... how do I carry myself off THIS time? I had a meeting at like 7.30? I told K and Ir that I looked like "a little slut." Eat that ZY, my twin brother. =)

I took a Bus 67 which ... was a bumpy ride kind of. My hangover made me so uncomfortable. Had to gentle tap a snoozing man's thigh because he did not let me get off my seat. Teehee.

I was early by 15 minutes so I sat inside the plaza and checked my sexy ass self in the mirror and ... hoped I smelled OK. I had that whole post-party look going on. The hair, untucked shirt.

Meeting was fine. It turns out, the coffee I drank cured my hangover... I think. People say its a myth and stuff, but hey, I pulled through the meeting... which I dunno why I went in the first place. No namedropping. =)

Turns out I could go home and do my stuff at home. Work from home. Yay. Rockin'. So I have some spare time. I finished watching an episode of Charmed. Gonna catch up with Project Runway S6E03. Eat lunch first. Then continue my work. It's such nice weather to work now. And I would go mad if I saw the same ONE face over and over.

Persevering is hard, no one said it was going to be easy, but I can do it.

Update biotches

2009-08-08T10:33:00.000-07:00

I like being single.
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Oh how I wish it would rain. All this sun and haze is making me sweaty. Which makes me smelly. Which makes me insecure. Which then makes me upset and cranky and well bothered.
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I am a crazy workaholic trying to get a life and some sleep. I am currently lacking of sleep. I should fucking sleep now.
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I should blog next time I'm at "work" at Upper Thomson. I have so many things to say.
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For the time being, Twitter is my new best friend. If you don't already have a Twitter, fucking get one and let's be twits.
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My Macbook hung for 3 seconds and thought it was ganna asplode.
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Happy National Day is it? Sure. I ain't clubbin. I just finished a hot shower and I feel like a million bucks in my really tatty Baleno shirt which I sleep with.
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A lot of Uniqlo's shirts are NOT what I'm lookin' for. Sadness. Will make a return trip once more.

WHO CARES ABOUT YOU.

2009-08-02T21:51:00.000-07:00

http://www.findandrew.com

WHO CARES? Seriously? Missing since 2008?

I first noticed this on Jessica Simpson's twitter. But you know what? I just can't be bothered about missing people! There are hundred thousands of them but WHY only this WHITE kid? Just because of some racial superiority? Please. I don't give a hoot if some kid, who is living in a faraway land, who I am NOT related to, goes missing. Why should I care? Why should YOU care? Why should anyone who has a life - no, seriously - care? I don't care if you are a kid, adult, white, black, Asian (I put Asian with a capital A because it's just respectful), latino, male, female.

Don't tell the whole world (who have other plenty things to worry and stress about) this useless piece of information. "Kid goes missing." Big whoop. So? So what? What can you do? Yeah. Tell me. What can you possibly do?

What did you say? Spread awareness? Why don't you spread awareness about AIDS instead? Or anti-abortion? Or something that has at least something to do with a worldwide cause. You are merely a pawn in the world, Andrew... whatever your last name is.

And only NOW... 16 months later, they have a Twitter page. Yawn. Attention-seeking hits a new low.

The mother I heard, is a nutcase. So plus points. But then, no one really bothers, do they? The mother could be a transsexual beast with three eyes, bad breath and 'airy armpits. But does anyone need to know? Yeah. 'Cause it matters SOOO much. Someone call the exterminators.

Yeah. The ignorance and stupidity in this world never fails to surprise me more and more.

In other words

2009-07-23T00:06:00.000-07:00

KitKat chunky.
Tiong Bahru.
Grandparents.
MDIS.
Spin, money spins again.
MRT 851.
MDIS.
Lost my handphone battery.
Poor Daz, from Woodlands to Queenstown to Bedok, tsk. A 168 could have saved the trouble.
Car.
East Coast to One Fullerton but no.
162 to Waraku.
Fell sick.
Sick.
Sick.
SICK!

Happy birthday eerizaD.

A nightmare

2009-07-13T09:44:00.000-07:00

I never had a nightmare so fucking scary.

I remember I plugged my hair straightener somewhere outdoors and took a bus to Sengkang from Tampines. Bus 80. (In real life it's bus 81 to Serangoon but ok moving on.)

It started with one room in my house. Was it the toilet? Some entity kept flicking the lights on/off, and my mother, my brother, my sister and me were freaked out. I was the most. And then we had to find a solution...

Once we solved it, God knows how, the other rooms one by one had their lights flickered after we 'solved' a room successfully.

I vaguely remembered me reciting some sort of prayer out of desperation, but hell it didn't work, so screw that. Then one of the solutions was to attach a leaf to a blanket? And another is to eat rice with chicken, beef and pork. The rice was quite nice though. Haha. Dunno why.

Contacted my dad through phone but it was all futile.

We suddenly went down to the condo 1st floor, I remember a swimming pool. A bunch of atas, mid-20's strangers ate a candy[?] broomstick with me.

I came back home to see my sister, my brother and my mother do some 'possessed' actions, like pointing to a message on my room's floor. One by one. Their eyes were void but they were still aware of their actions. Furthermore, they genuinely looked fearful. The messages ... I don't know what they said. They were like newspaper cutouts.

The strange happenings are getting out of hand. Very poltergeisty. It's spreading throughout the country.

Thus we all stocked up on 'grenades'... like a bottle and 2 cans. To throw at whatever is causing these strange occurrences. AROUND SINGAPORE YEAH.

I went to Sweettalk to buy some Ta Tiger shake or something. And inside there's WOOD SHAVINGS, the Sweettalk xiao-jie was happily, at a lack of better words, shaving off wood.

Then I went to plug out my hair straightener nearby because... well, it's nearby.

So I was there, wanting to go out there to Singapore, wanted to throw my canned grenades like a prepared commando but somehow I found out by word-of-mouth that the grenades were useless. Apparently there was already an army of normal regular citizens, that was like giving me this look 'don't-even-bother---it-doesn't-work'.

Cue City Hall MRT Station. Two guys and me blocked off a door (why?), but I was laying very low raising my foot, and it hits some girl's breast.

THEN I FOUND OUT THE ANTAGONIST OF MY DREAM: Maman. He stood menacingly in the middle of the ulu station and giving me the stare of a lifetime. Not scary, just... bizarre.

Wtf?

I also felt helpless thinking he was sleeping with my mum. Urm yucks.

Woke up.

Wow, blogging this is so therapeutic, I feel better now. Though I'm still sick.

In other words, I love Sijie, Jane's birthday and my buttered friends.

Classy

2009-07-06T17:13:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, a lecturer was so nice to me. You know why? Because she made fun of me in front of a whole LT + lecturers. Oh so very funny, you should be a comedienne.

Fine. So I screwed up the dimensions for a namecard a bit. Is it my fault that I'm so misinformed about corporate collaterals? You simply went ahead and freaking embarrassed me by telling your whole audience that "this person" made it into a size of a fucking "postcard."

I fucking bawled my eyes out on that one. No, I really did. I took tissues out of my bag to scrupulously wipe my tears before clogging my nostrils with it.

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Ok, fine, I get it, I'm stupid.

Ya. I'M STUPID.

Is that what you want to hear from me?

Is that how you wanna motivate me? With reverse psychology? Pui. It isn't working.

Enough please. I always thought as an adult, people like these could handle things in a professional manner, especially not talking about me in a derogatory manner in front of my own face.

Postcard. Ya. Harhar. Very funny. I was laughing in stitches on the LT floor.

*rolls eyes*

Another jealous post.

2009-06-29T01:40:00.001-07:00

I dislike intensely all JC kids who are good-looking. Like him. So good looking. Even dare to walk in City Hall with only the top button of his shirt BUTTONED... in broad daylight some more lei. Of course I understand, exhibitionists who are HOT can pull off these stunts.

Disclaimer: He is just an example. I dislike these people because I AM SO JEALOUS. Nothing against him at all.

Just that why must God make these SAJC people SO effin' HOT where they probably succeed in life and some one like me - does not. Even in the AJ community they STILL succeed because they are so attractive.

Wouldn't it feel like an honour if you were to be fucked by him? YES. It would.

Aiyah dunno la, the life I live in... is sad.

I am not over you.

2009-06-28T13:21:00.000-07:00

I am jealous you are with her. I cannot deny this is the most jealous I've ever felt, it's horrible. I am not one to feel this way, but when I look at this picture, it's the only thing I feel.

I can only close my eyes and think about the good times I never had.

I don't think I'm over you because I can feel a strange feeling in my heart that I've never felt with anyone. Just thinking of you brings back 2 years worth of my wasted, unrequited devotions. Haha. What?

It's a horrible sinking feeling if I'm being completely honest. But I'm glad you're happy because I shall just put my Foot of Selflessness forward and be happy for you too.

=)

I am not gay.

No Zirca

2009-06-28T10:10:00.000-07:00

No Zirca tonight. Save money. By that I mean travel.

I miss Standley. He's all I ever think about these days.
*sings Lindsey Cardinale [You're all I think about these days...]*

My life is sucking without him. Boohoo.

Meanwhile...
I don't want to sound like Xiaxue's stalker... but hehe. My colleagues and I always go MAD when we see her. Plus the fact that now the kitchen plays NOBODY by the Wonduhgirrrs, so I can just boogie in the kitchen... if they chefs don't mind. They usually do. I do requests though. =)

Will I grow fat?

At 5 + I ate THREE PIECE(s) chicken from KFC, small whipped potato, cheese fries, and ice lemon tea.
THEN! Not full! Wtf? Ate buttered toast with sugar from Ya Kun.

Not enough?

At home there was Nasi Pattaya waiting for me. It's all down my tummy.

And since Monday is my off day, I might just wanna learn the Irony dance. I could try.

NOBODY official English version. Kanasai I hate it. But I hope it will grow on me.

2 NRs

2009-06-27T15:48:00.000-07:00

Friday I took NR. Abby~~~~! All you Anglican High people are so silly lol. Making me feel self-conscious when I'm dancing, no no. See me blonde. Ya. So. It was fun. Definitely.

Slept from 4 AM+ - 6 PM... I ain't a pig, it's just sleep debt from stressing too much these days. Damn school.

And Saturday also. Fun also. But I was starving myself. So I ate $3.50 Mee Pok, which is pork, and sigh, everything also leads to H1N1, yerr.

Dominic should drink less.

Smoking is bad for everyone's health. Please cut down.

I love to dance my weekends away, especially with Nobody.

And I forgot that my real purpose to blog is to tell everyone:

I AM IMMUNE TO BLUE SPIN.

[Blue Spin is like Tantric's infamous drink that people say is so "DAMN STRONG."]

Therefore, I am immune to getting high via alcohol. ~~Marijuana anyone?~~ Sigh. Forget it. Let's just lead a clean lifestyle...
till later! ZIRCA WOOWOO.

I should save money, stop drinking, and just spend my money on food yo. ;) ;) My body has lost lots of mass... well, a considerable amount, so I think it's best if I continue eating at least 2 meals a day. Most days I only live on 1 meal so... ya. Gotta get my energy from somewhere... you know what I'm sayin'?

Hahaha. These resolutions are so irritating. Fuck resolutions. Hehe. I don't resolute anything. Sorry what?

RESOLUTE?

Grammar check plz.

2009-06-25T02:46:00.000-07:00

I cannot read Fauzi Rassull's blog any longer [for 6 more months at least.] The grammar errors are giving me an eyesore. Nothing against him though. I read from top to bottom and I was like, "GOSH, MAKE IT STOP!" Haha. Imagine English compo, the person who marks his paper, circles every end of the word with an extra 's' behind.

Today I woke up early to go to the Cantonment place. It was a long-long-loooong interview... ended at 2ish then went to Tiong Bahru with KY to eat KFC. Which is what I have a fetish for. Yum. Zinger.

*places Zinger in front of my outstretched legs* Call me Sheena Sakai, yo bitches.

Not sure if I should put any info about it here... but I left the building, smiling to myself. Strange, non?

I love my blonde hair teehee. I feel like Paris Hilton with the nice tanned skin (I'm fair to a certain extent) .. and my sexy mane. I feel like a temptress, or a tramp, hahaha, I feel so damn individualistic. I feel so many things that, you know....... this is all very shallow, speaking from an ultimatum POV.

So I went to Watsons to impulsive buy Sunsilk's damage treatment range except shampoo, because I still have plenty of Herbal Essences going around~

Got ROASTED in my bus 851 because I sat on the left side where the sun shines. Strangely I didn't sweat a cubic centimetre of sweat today. Humidity is low and I'm lovin' it.

Borrowed a stupid Mandarin pocket book, so useless now that I have it. Nothing to digest. The Italian book I borrowed is better though, I could spruce up my command of Italian. Nothing better to do is it? ;)

Then bought a white belt. Urgh the engraving (of where I bought the shitbelt) is so obvious. It's ok luh, I broke my previous one. Stupid shit ass quality belt. Even though I bought the 2nd belt at the same damn place as the 1st.

What's the topic about?

Ok remind me. Shoes, socks, bag to be bought. Interview tomorrow. Wake up at 10 AM. =) Not that I'm getting much sleep in the first place. Will catch up on lost sleep on Friday then.

I never used to blog like this. I guess my life has become very happening.

To do list

2009-06-24T11:20:00.000-07:00

Buy needed stuff. + more, gotta think what they are first.

Thursday cantonment, Friday interview. Finish my sexy vector. Can't wait.

Always wear eau de toilette.

Oh. and.

2009-06-23T12:43:00.001-07:00

I think I am jealous of Ernest because he's so damn good-looking... at least I look like a Greek goddess when I twirl my hair with my fingers and curl them indefinitely.

This is the worst time of my life.

2009-06-23T12:31:00.001-07:00

I can't secure a company. People. I'm in deep shit. I've already got rejected by 3. Really big grand ones. That probably see me as something as a useless fag who can't do anything right. I probably haven't done enough. I am on the verge of breaking down. I am typing this to express how extremely frustrated I am with myself. How did I ever land in this stupid spot?

How can anyone help me now? My cries for help, are becoming more and more desperate that I have no idea what I should do anymore. I can forsake everything I have just to score a nice little interview and a nice little job for 3 months... learn some new experiences and stuff and just ... sigh. I don't know. I didn't know it would be this hard.

I am trying my best yet I have a feeling all my lesshurers are looking at me, looking DOWN at me, like some sort of slacker.

I CANNOT HELP IT IF I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANY OF YOU.

And if I have to wait 1 more year, I will seriously break down in tears and just go fucking rebel and ... just... go mad.

I thought I had a bright future ahead of me. Do I? Do I? Tell me.

Everyone's happy and joyful and hoho haha hehe. AND ME? What am I doing? What? If you're wondering what's with t3h emo shit, my deadline's this Monday, the 29th. And if I don't secure any company, I am screwed for life (=365 days) and I'm pretty much a carcass. Rotting. Immobile.

If anyone could hear my cries for help and save me. And I am hungry now. And there is nothing to satisfy me. I am so EXHAUSTED that I wanna SLEEP but I CAN'T because I'm so irritated that nothing's happening!!!

CAN SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY MAGICAL HAPPEN FOR ME?

PLEASE?

It's not like I'm actively slacking, ok? I think for all the effort I put in, I deserve ... SOMETHING! ANYTHING!

Fuck my life.

Paloma Faith

2009-06-23T11:50:00.001-07:00

Paloma Faith. Don't know if she's the new big thing. So Duffy la the voice. Not that I'm complaining. Pretty sweet song... keep your eyes on her.

Video's something like burlesque, dark, surreal and very Victorian-inspired.

With all my passion I say:

2009-06-19T03:52:00.001-07:00

Coming to Temasek Polytechnic is the biggest regret of my life.

This fire burning.

2009-06-19T03:05:00.000-07:00

TwoQueens had Sean Kingston, oh yeah baby.

Some lesbians should practice kindness instead of assuming that by being pushy, they get respected. Like, urm, no?

My uncle died of a heart attack which the cause of death I found out not too long ago. My family went to the cemetery and stuff, while I just slept from 7 to 5. It was a good sleep. Wow and he never even had grandchildren. Sigh~~~

I don't usually post pictures, but.

2009-06-17T15:36:00.000-07:00

Haha. Cutest Boy award goes to ... ME! Haha. Self-awarded. With much relevance might I add. Anyone who doesn't think so (aka The Bra* Swine) deserves a good kick in the ... pig's nose. And trotters. Shall cook you in a poison broth, inconsiderate bastard.

Posting only the cuter ones.

Girls be lovin me
Boys be hating me
They will never stop
Cause they know I'm so HOT HOT.

By the Wondergirls, so shut up, let me go, and drive.

YOU ARE A STUPID BITCH.

2009-06-15T09:13:00.000-07:00

A message for the stupid bitch. I hate your pretentiousness.

Anyway. Let's blog about my Monday.

I woke up cold. In my blanket. I felt feverish, and got up, and tried to go to work. I had no appetite except for... get this... CHOCOLATE MILK. As soon as I reached Tampines, I went to Cheers and bought 3 different types.

Work was wtf, lots of different symptoms. Such as muscle pain. Bought a gel to cure the strain but WTF LO AND BEHOLD when I came home my right eyebag SWELLED. What other symptoms. Pain. Nausea. Felt feverish. Just worked 2 hours before going home. Walking was a pain in the ass. =|

And my bus ride wasn't so smooth either. I held my breath because of some fucker's body odour in front of me. FUCKER!!!! I breathed through my mouth the whole way. FUCKER XIA. Why don't you fucking shower next time, you son of a bitch?

The dancer in town

2009-06-13T15:44:00.000-07:00

Well, now I know for certain that I'm a true blue diva because I just can't stand being surrounded by other NON-DIVAS who probably are underaged, well, most of them. And blogger friends? Ya. I can make friends with the popular ones, if you don't mind. Well, I could make friends with a bunch of nobodies, because I want nobody nobody but a Nuffnang goodie bag.

I'm kidding, really. ;) ;)

It was all back to Orientation Camp, but a small-scale one.

Where's all the group photos? I made sure I was ready at all times and posed like a tiger -- read: fierce. And there was only ONE song that I was dancing to. 2 guesses...?

My intention was just to be involved in a cool flash mob, the blogger kumbaya-ya thing is secondary to be honest. Well, there was Xiaxue and Jayden which made things really sweet like pineapples. Not that I eat pineapples per se, on a pizza then yes, possibly.

I can be seen @
2:15 - 2:19
2:23
2:29 - 2:31
2:53

Brownish hair, roundish head, can't be missed.

I tried to be a paparazzi ... wanted to hound XX ... failed. So. HEY LOOK. Her dog was cute. =)

It was then dinner with S+S at Pasta Cafe. Yum. The bill shocked me. A bit.

Then it was a smirnoff. Oops, I mean poisoned. SUBLIMINAL~~~ I got high enough. I suppose. I miss feeling high, it's a feeling I take for granted most of the time. LYK, at the end of the night, I still had remnants of it left over, which led me to have Iced Lemon Tea on my stupid hand. And damn I was making a lot of noise in 7 Eleven???

I think I am hilarious when I'm high. Actually, I'm hilarious when I'm not high too. But when I'm high I'm not even trying. Not saying that I try to try.

Ok I have work soon.

MEIN GOTT. I can't believe I blogged. I guess the "I love Nuffnang" badge had some voodoo spell or something... hole in my shirt, how you like me now.

It's nice to see my atas blogger friends again.

I've become a blogger nobody, and that's just the way I like it.

Notes.

2009-06-12T15:03:00.000-07:00

I have unmanagable long curly hair.
I want to feel high. SEWIOUSLY miss that feeling.
Our stairs are jinxed!
I had no mood to dance to Nobody. Oh no sirree.

BigKid had strippers?
Thanks for the century egg porridge.

And that's why ButchHunt was more fun in comparison.

Tweet tweet

2009-06-11T16:35:00.001-07:00

Employee of the weak

2009-06-09T12:46:00.000-07:00

Do I have the most unemployable face or what? Because for one thing, I ain't getting hired at all. And I need to. Otherwise I'm SCREWED. For a lifetime I'll regret. Why did I ever come to this stupid God damn school? WHY? STUPID GOD DAMN SCHOOL.

Regret started the first time I stepped into campus. My life changed for the worse.

Bangkok-high

2009-06-08T08:21:00.000-07:00

Now Jana is off to Bangkok. Person number 5. What is with Bangkok? It's hypnotizing? Well, whatever the case, it ain't doing no shit on me, 'cause you know, I'm Fatima. I'm stuck in my sunny island, and I can't afford travelling anyway.

If I would travel, it would be somewhere exotic, like Samoa, which is the location for the next season of Survivor. And no, it's not Hawai'i as you might start to believe. Pacific Island to be more exact.

I'm obsessed with Twiggy eyelashes after I saw Salome pull them off, no pun intended.

I miss getting high. The high that I like. Maybe I'm drinking too much that I don't feel the high anymore. I see others get high on a small sip, dose, percentage... I even split cost of a $34.65 Smirnoff and I felt zero high. ZERO, ok? What a waste of money.

Goals in life: Stop smoking (easy). Stop drinking. Should be no problem. Because, I absolutely HATE buying cigarettes on my own because I couldn't finish it ever, by myself. I'm not addicted to smoking.

Alcohol on the other hand? Am I addicted? I might be, but that's because it's a social thing. Hard to explain. If others do it, why don't I? Of course, now would be FUTILE because it does nothing to me.

I probably need to sleep everything off. Like I've slept most of my Monday, how shiok, since you know, my weekends were burnt?

However, workaholics like me sleep very little. I should go sleep now bah. Though I don't feel sleepy. For God's sake, I woke up at 10 PM. -.-

Hot is the new smart

2009-06-07T10:26:00.000-07:00

I think Hot is the new Smart. I used to surround myself with smart people. I still do, but what's the harm in including hot non-geek company? Oh ahjussi, oh muhna, da shi han bun mal heh bwa~

Currently I'm working my ass off, which is so totally not the point, because I have yet to find a company. I'd have to wake up tomorrow, and the first thing I gotta do is CALL COMPANIES.

Last weekend was bizarre and refreshing. This weekend was a bit back to the good ol' days with a new sweet twist, which includes a smoking area with a view of ... cars. Turn on your headlights, goondeuz. And what's with sweaty bodies and a huge influx of angmohs + indians? SORR`Y. You're uninvited!

What's the deal with Bangkok?

Me? I'd rather travel to somewhere where I could dig into a good hearty plate of fish and chips, the original OK? Maybe even bratwurst sausages now and then, hell, do I look like I'm complaining? ;) I'd love to globetrot... but I don't live a jetsetter lifestyle. Oh well. I'll work hard for my money and hopefully, when I get a full time job (which isn't serving the nation btw) then that's my American dream.

I want my allowance, and I want it now, I want you, cause I'm Mr Vain.

TWITS

2009-06-04T00:25:00.000-07:00

I need people on my Twitter other than Xiaxie! HAHAHAHAA.

Napoleon is in my mind, though I have no idea how he looks like. I'm a bit bummed because today I got a wakeup call from a certain lecturer... about LeSip. Damn my potential boss hasn't gotten back to me. Am I in trouble or what?

Last year, I booked a place right in January. And this year? It's already June and none. My Lord.

Other people might have drama in their lives, but this is the only one in mine.

I like Green Day.

2009-06-01T11:19:00.000-07:00

In a world of pop, there is mainstream rock. And I listen to Green Day. Never thought I would be a fan, but I thought, hey, why not give it a shot? 'Cause I ain't as hell gonna listen to any Taylor Swift or Miley Cyrus.

Green Day surprised me. Their lyrics are so thought-provoking and deep, it's almost like I'm reading a novel of idealistic concepts on morals, religion and politics. And this woman "Gloria" is name-dropped in a bunch of their songs. Wtf? Haunting much. And I just can't help bopping my head to every single one of their tracks on my buses today.

Catchy beat, lovely piano instrumentals thrown in in the middle of a couple of songs, which is a great teaser, and also how seamless it feels when the songs play with no gap in between, just like Madonna's Confessions of a Dancefloor.

Someone like me listening to Green Day? They are not just a rock band. They are artists. I still have to go through the lyrics and pick up on what they are speaking about: It's like a lesson in American history, where there's mentions of non-believers and white boys stand up, black girls sit down. It's all a bit of a mess right now, but in a few days, I hope I get to decipher what Green Day is trying to tell us.

BEST SONG OF THE ALBUM: Peacemaker.

I pray this gets released as a third single.

Graduated.

2009-05-22T01:15:00.000-07:00

How do I feel that everyone's graduated except me?

Well, not very good to be honest. Everyone's happy and has a diploma to go around showing, saying, hey look, I made it.

And I'm just those unlucky few who, despite trying my best... look at me - I'm just here in this rut. I have to wait 365 more days till I can finally graduate. Well, what can I do? I've accepted it. But to have every single graduate fuck it out on Facebook. It leaves me at a state of nothingness. Maybe a bit jealous but I keep beating myself up though I know it isn't really MY fault I'm here.

It's easy to point fingers at anyone but yourself, and it's true to some extent here, but I refuse to acknowledge that I left myself in this idiotic place I call limbo.

If anyone can help myself now, it's nobody. I could, but I'll probably fail. Oh well. Time to club.

Pink dawt.

2009-05-18T04:59:00.000-07:00

What a fun event. And not long-winded. Quite straight to the point. I understand the existence of performances. The Nobody dance there was pretty messy though. I didn't see the dance, I just danced alone on grass. Dancing on grass is weird.

Forming pink everywhere is super fun. I did it twice. And yay me for being part of Pink Dot.

And then club? SURE.

... not blogging, dear?

2009-05-14T02:07:00.000-07:00

I'm not blogging. I'm not angry. I blog because I have emotions. Without emotions, blogging becomes stale like bread left out for too long. Does mine feel like that? =)

It's not that I have no mood, it's more like, the events around me make me satisfied. However, I would be MORE satisfied when my pay comes in. Like srsly. I work hard, I deserve hard pay. Come on CaCa. Why must I wait so long for my reward? So sadded.

Life couldn't be simpler.

Dancing to Wondergirls.

No drama. No boyfriends. No sex, sadly, but it's OK, plenty of time for that in the long future.

FRIENDS, you rock.

I owe people money. I enjoy certain things, but I also don't enjoy certain things related to certain things. Confused?

I enjoy clubbing but I don't enjoy paying covercharge to club. Sucks ass, doesn't it? If all else fails, there's always talking nonsense on my blog. I don't want to limit myself to be just reflective. I might want to go back to journaled entries but that takes so much time and effort. And don't forget, my handphone camera is SPOILT, yup, that's right... so I can't take beautiful pictures no more. And the memory card is a bit kooky. My Lord. I need a new handphone. Like ASAP xia.

I haven't camwhored and published photos of my in ages. You probably wonder how I look like. Wonder no longer as you can see me in person usually either at Plsy or Csfe Csrtel. My 'a' key isn't working lol. Sorry.

I feel like going shopping at either Fairprice or Giant, wouldn't you agree? ;)

Today I ate Set Lunch. It was filling. I love my sophisticated laugh. But others do not. I am off to Junction 8 tomorrow, see you bitches then.

The 3 highs

2009-04-27T03:17:00.000-07:00

On Thursday night, I got intoxicated. And wasted. And got giggled at by lesbians. Oh how I hate giggles, regardless of what sexuality the girls may be. And so... I've had this feeling of semi-nirvana... where I realise I don't need sex, ciggs or alcohol to get me high.

Sex? I haven't had any, and I'm surviving well. Boyfriend? I don't have one, and I'm OK with that. Cigarettes? Oh the smell makes me sick. Especially secondhand. And alcohol. The most evil. Why did I drink you? Following that Thursday, on my 4-straight clubbing nights, I totally did NOT drink on the last 3 nights.

Forget about being high. I enjoy my natural high more.

Oh and I learnt the Nobody dance. How awesome is that.

Year 4

2009-04-22T11:15:00.000-07:00

Today I went to school to add modules. Which is the dreaded you-know-what. So I have a timetable. Which makes me officially Year 4. Which makes me hate school so much because I have no friends in school, LITERALLY.

Fuck. Life is unfair.

And I feel, the saddest part is, everyone gets to graduate and never have to touch design in their lives ever again... and me? Stuck for another semester. Laggy.

Most of all, failure.

Everyone's seemed to have gotten a letter of graduation. I don't need sympathy, though it would feel nice to have some sort of support. I can be a man and stand strong, but a little bit of encouragement wouldn't hurt, would it? Not asking for "be strong, man" or "jia you" ... please. So... what AM I asking for?

Maybe all I ask is a chance. I want to see a glimmer of hope in my life. Something that tells me... I've succeeded. I feel like it's coming... I don't know how soon...

I bought a dog tag, so cute right? ;)

Tora! Tora! Tora!

2009-04-19T04:48:00.000-07:00

I seriously don't know what he's doing. How I always see him holding another guy's hand. I tell myself, it's ok, it happens often. People seek different things. I used to seek Amy. Now, I'm just glad with what I have. Sounds a bit typically cliche doesn't it?

You know, I'm not in love. Love is hard to find. Me? I'm not looking for love at the moment.

So.

He holds guys' hands. Happened so many times, I kinda lost count, but I actually COULD keep count, unless it happens when I'm not there. The more I see, the more I acknowledge [dot dot dot].

On a different page, how does he get drinks like magic? Free alcohol is magic. It's been a while since *I* got high. My tolerance is impeccable, amicable Jane! How does he find people with drinks? I've never done that. Now that is some talent that I know most people don't have. Synonym? Someone ask Kanye, because he had a hit [with Jamie Foxx on guest vocals] in 2005 with that particular song...

And Ernie. Oh yes, Ernie. The same Ernie who asked my dear little then-underaged friend XH for an ONS. To tell you the truth, when XH showed me a picture of Ernie, I was like, OMG he's hot. I don't mind an ONS with him.

Now that Ernie and Him are ... well, friends (?) ... it's like, wow, how unexpected. UN-EX-PEC-TED. But it's not fair how Ernie judges me. Although XH told me about the whole thing, I don't judge him as some sex maniac. I'm not [that] quick to judge a person just from word-of-mouth. That's a Libra trait for you. Oh wait, maybe it's a 'me' trait.

I just don't want to negatively affect any of his friendships. It's none of my business. Though I wanna make it my business, I shouldn't. I know my rights. This I promise.

Whichever way things turn out, I'll be there every step of the way.

However, I am not dumb, and neither am I blind. I am not as deaf as you believe, and I am certain that YOU should be certain to know I am not mute, as you can tell as you've read this far. Some people have a sixth sense, but what's the point if you don't utilise and sharpen the ones you already possess?

Can't read my poker face, much?

On an unrelated note...

In this world, there are beautiful people and there are ugly people.

I'm thinking about how hypocritical this above sentence sounds because of the inverse relationships that 'beauty' and 'ugly' have with each other. It's not that hard to digest, do you agree? I have met physically unattractive people with the nicest, kindest hearts... vice versa.

Today, I had a panic attack at work. Twice already in working environments. Thrice in my life.

Thanks a lot, lack of sleep. That's what I call hardcore. And no, mine was a REAL one, with a complete paralysis of the body and mind, not a faux 'period of panic' that a lot of people mistake for (especially during FYP).

It all happened with the broken air-con.
Humid weather.
Lack of oxygen.
Lack of bloodflow.
Tears formed.
I hyperventilated.
Colleagues laughed it off.
I felt a whole tingling sensation flow through me.
I felt like I might pass out.
I felt like I might die.
I could speak but couldn't feel my mouth as I drank water.
I couldn't fucking breathe, though I was hyperventilating, the irony, I know.

Though my father showed no emotional concern for me, and even had the nerve to 'scold' me, and preach about God, whom I find totally nonexistent at this point in my life, he's right. I'm not taking good care of my health.

What's the point of me being so 'hardcore'... when it sacrifices my well-being?

I typed a whole bunch, eh?

So seriously, what are pictures for?

The reason I love blogging

2009-04-16T06:09:00.000-07:00

I love blogging. Other blogs may be all my-life-is-sweet and my-life-is-boring with lots of pictures, including camwhoring and whatnot. Wow. And me?

I'm here.

I'm honest. I'm human. And I have problems. I also can make mistakes. I hide behind a barrier of semi-anonymity, but still willing to be open about myself.

This is the truth, this is who I am.

The reason why I get so many people opening up to me that they secretly read my blog? Hell. Why be secretive? It's not locked. I have an issue with those 100% locked blogs, those friends-only blogs. Blogs are meant to be read. Blogs are meant to give exposure. So, causation tells us that little exposure means little motivation, which really means a boring blog, which we can conclude, means defeating the purpose of blogging in the first place.

Ergo locked blog = no blog at all.

Some simple conclusive exercises, my dear Watson.

Does it matter that I may, or may not have an audience? Who is my audience? Friends? Lecturers? Future employers? Blogs are a fine ground to tread. There are mines that I have stepped on, and miraculously, I've survived with barely a limb as many an explosive (read: negative impacts of blogging) combusts in my face.

And here I am, still treading. Carefully. Internet's a big place, hun. Why don't I just stand still in the first place, instead of tiptoeing on dangerous virtual grounds? Stand still. Yes, just standing there, with mouth shut, mute. Dumb.

Why?

Why must I be silent? I have a right. I have a right to say what I believe in, WITHOUT condenscending others deliberately.
You guys know. I have a voice.
Voce. [Italian]
Voix. [French]
Vox. [Latin]
Voxy. ;)

The music that moves me

2009-04-15T05:03:00.000-07:00

I'm listening to BeirutNights on iTunes Radio, playing Eurodance and Eurotrance, which are two of my favourite genres of music ever. This is my anti-drug.

www.beirutnights.com

Red Thread / Fighting Spiders

2009-04-14T11:03:00.000-07:00

Red Thread. Some fake drama storyline. I can't be bothered to watch because it looks so damn serious, and you know I need either real drama (read: catfights) or like some form of humour (read: Desperate Housewives) ... everything here is so deadpan and try-too-hard, it's quite a disappointment. So much promotion until it's like Masters of the Seas Reincarnate, and btw, I don't think I ever enjoyed that, though character portrayals were kinda spot-on. What am I talking about.

Fighting Spiders. An enjoyable show I feel. So far so good. And Andie Chen is a hottie. So plus points! 3 groups of guys -- ah, everything comes in groups of 3s. Powerpuff Girls. Sugababes. Girls of REM. Teen Titans. You know, the guys of Teen Titans. Yeah. I'm good with my superheroes.

Also kind of like, "First Class"... or maybe "Kids on the Block", oh damn my memory is rusty. Cute camaderie. And the Chinese boy has abs. Wow skinny fuck. Well, at least it's ... believable. Btw, I hate spiders. Gross little stuff. I can't get over than Kaykay and Paul Twohill ate tarantulas, like w-t-f. Kaykay is more man than me, that's all I can say.

But the whole post-Colonial thing is getting old. Firstly, War Memorial (yeah I guess that was what it was called) and then Little Nonya. Some originality please. Like let's say, set in the future of 2050? Now THAT would be awesome. None of the Chang'e shit. Please.

It seems like Mediacorp's creative team is having a writer's block, because it seems we've "seen it all" before.

Are you lost? =)

NOT HAPPY XIA.

2009-04-13T11:42:00.000-07:00

I am definitely a very angry, unhappy person right now. I don't know whether it shows in my service or what. Maybe it's because I'm so deprived of my happiness -- but what makes me happy in the first place?

Just generally I could curse at every single thing.

A bicycle uncle rang at me. No big deal right? He made a big deal out of it just because I was listening to my iPod. I was this close to either pointing middle finger at him or just saying, "Chao lan jiao, fuck you." What's with me, man?

I also found like a lot of buses cramped up disorganized at one part of the interchange... to be irritating. I was like, oh God, so many buses, please fucking arrange yourselves. Omg you buses are so fucking fucked. Leave me alone buses.

I am definitely not in one of my best moods lately.

Even if people camwhore and put their pictures on Facebook, or speak in European languages like pretentious shit... I know I know, I'm pointing fingers at anybody but myself, but what? Do I do these type of shit? Yes I do. I'm a pretentious dickhead and is it why I'm angry?

Gym Class Heroes songs piss me off. A lot of songs do anyway. Like Jennifer Hudson. Fuck off please!

I am full of angst that I do not know how to get rid of.

Full shifts are killing me.

2009-04-12T11:28:00.000-07:00

I'd rather work 7 single shifts than 3 full shifts please. I probably earned over $300 liao, but just gotta wait like 5 more weeks to reap all benefits.

TO ALL FRIENDS I OWE MONEY TO:
Please gimme some time.

And so I got this message from my sickening bastard of a father.

"Tomorrow dont ask for money.. I dont drive taxi.look after haiqal.no income. You all happy2. come back late..want money everyday. Nonsence."

1) I don't ask for money. Allowance is given each day I am either working or going to school. I don't ask for money. I repeat. I don't ask for money.

2) No one needs to look after my brother. He's already fucking gonna be 10 years old. When I was 10, all I needed was a computer and I was safe at home.

3) No income my ass. Drive a fucking taxi and stuff it.

4) Happy happy? I only 'partied' or 'happy-happy' like only twice this week, not a lot what. It sounds quite a normal thing for a social being to have. Enjoyment with friends. Is that like a fucking sin?

5) Want money everyday. Ya. I want it, but I don't necessarily get it. If I had money, I would probably have gotten myself a new bag, since my current one can't zip. A big fat fuck up who says I can fix the zipper. I don't fucking know how, so fuck you and don't waste your breath if you ain't gonna fucking help in the first place.

6) Nonsence. That shows how uneducated you are. Don't you urm... read books or something? When I was my brother's age, I knew how to spell that word with my hands behind my back. Blindfolded, and gagged. Oh, and here's another big word for you: HUMILIATE. Betcha don't know the meaning -- it's what I'm doing to you, on your own son's blog.

How dare you take away my necessities in my life.

I don't deserve to starve, neither do I want to begin shoplifting.

I really don't know anyone who is in a dire state of financial shit as I am right now.

I'm rolling in the dough but the dough is far far far away from me right now. Damn it.

I should transfer ALL my pay to my card next time so my mother can't buy stupid jewellery with my hard earned money.

I have no idea how you "rotting slobs who have no jobs [a rhyme, for those who are wols]" are surviving right now. You guys must be so fucking well-to-do that you can just sleep all day, watch TV and eat like pig right? If I had a packet of Maggi, I'd so fucking cook it right now and slurp down all the MSG, and don't ANYONE dare preach me about MSG's negative effects on my health, because there are none. I've been drinking it, and loving it, and I've heard no one die because "cause of death: monosodium glutamate."

Geez. Get a life preachers.

I still wanna get a dyejob.

Life is life. C'est la vie.

2009-04-08T13:37:00.000-07:00

1) Waiting for my damn Cart pay.
2) My lighter is NOT in my bag. It's on my table. Now wtf.
3) Trying to save money like wtf.
4) My mother probably things I'm saving money to buy CIGGS wtf???
5) Working like a mule this week.
6) Wanna catch Fighting Spiders.
7) Fantasizing about Singapore Idol.
8) Hungry now. Will sleep soon.
9) My manager has Facebook, wow.
10) Has difficulty doing the Nobody dance. Hard!

Sometimes I find that the internet is a bloody unresourceful non-productive space. For me? I spend my time playing Runescape or other bloody time-wasting games. Meetoto ain't so bad, but Hell's Kitchen and Top Chef? Fun like you can imagine -- these cooking games -- but where is my time going?

Time goes by as I waste my life growing fat like some kind of couch (mashed) potato.

On a happy note, I know how to put lyrics on my iPod. I'm like only 20% done with all the songs? Or less? I wanna say I can't be bothered, but I really am bothered. Music is my life.

Speaking of life, school. Related in a way. D+ for my final project. Oh God damn. I know I said FUCK YOU BUNCH OF LIARS, in reference to those who ever said my work was nice. I guess I went overboard with my emotions. I don't think anyone scored lower than me. I could have done more, but no. I am a chronic procrastinator.

I've been telling myself I'm in the wrong course, but shit, I love what I do. I love what I make, it's strange surprises that makes life NOT boring. And who wants to live in a boring life yeah? I even realised a workplace with a noisy environment like the one I'm currently working at is so much more fun than pressing "Ctrl-Z" and vectoring my ass off in a freezing tundra of an air-con cubicle.

So very claustro, don't you agree?

So if design isn't for me, because hell, I know it ain't... then what is? I don't wanna get into F&B fulltime, that's something I'd like to drop on my way to career success.

Now I don't know. What I thought was a road to guaranteed happiness has now been shadowed.

D+.

D+.

A stupid fucking D+.

I would be lying if I said that this ain't affecting me. But hell, it is. Even my China colleague took one look at me, and assumed my results aren't good. Is it me?

What's wrong with me?

Am I not creative? Am I not hardworking? Am I not ... research-smart? Oh don't test my General Knowledge, I own in that area.

How does Life design itself .. no pun intended .. that I had such promise when I was younger, so much talent, so much BRAINS. In the end, look where I am, almost a decade later. Unsuccessful. Defeated. Loser. Pimpled. Brainless. Overshadowed by others.

Even my L1R5, L1R4 doesn't reflect how smart I REALLY am. People with much lower IQ than me can score single digits for R5, so what about me?

Is it because I've been living such a complacent lifestyle all this while? Though my family might not have been rich, I don't think I was very materialistic. Magna Doodle occupied my childhood. Computers. 1 Gameboy. A few desktops. Finally a Macbook. It's all I ever wanted. And I'm glad.

It makes me wonder if I really deserve a Macbook because of the sickening D+.

I'm sorry, but I just can't let go. Partying, boozing. Fun stuff. Work? No. Maybe I half-heartedly knew the results, therefore I just caved and died. Some may say, I could have changed 'the results' if only I had a more positive attitude and had done more to change it. PRRFT! Fuck you Azns.

Maybe I grew up with a rejection mentality that no other one of my friends has.

If my 110% = D+, and if others' 55% = B... hmm. Design. Love it? Hate it? Still questioning.

Maybe I hate it, because I haven't gone to my Salty Latte site ever since I started working hardcore. I haven't even updated that stupid Anti Abortion link, a link which I think I'll remove, because it's such an embarrassment that I even decided to choose a stupid topic. Oh. And not only that, I chose a side I didn't even support: pro-life.

Fuck pro-life man. Pro-choice all the way. You might nag at me, "Why didn't you choose pro-choice instead?"

Well, fuck you reverse psychology. I say that because I don't like being pro-life anymore, and if being pro-life means I fail in design (D+ lei) and fail in life, then fuck being pro-life. You know what? Fuck pregnancies. Fuck doctors. Fuck everyone.

I no longer give a flying fuck about the shit that comes out of everyone's asses.

If you asked me whether I saw a grade like that coming, honestly NO.

I thought I would have gotten a C or something.

But the difference between D+ and C is so minor, they're just sitting next to each other. Still, something inside me cannot fathom how D+ is so pissing me off right now, that I no longer feel hungry. ( -- above : point 10, thx -- )

I no longer have any confidence in my abilities. This has all been playing tricks on my mind, and for now, I'm tired of being played, and holding up. I hated my course. I seriously I could go back in time and picked something else, like, let's say... business. I'd rather study (yes, study, omg yes, I miss studying) some chim nonsensical business terminology and "press calculator" all day rather than ... vectoring shit that doesn't even look half decent.

Some people have flair for art, design or what shit. You know. I don't fucking care anymore.

THE SCHOOL CAN GO FUCKING PUT A STICK UP ITS ASS, AND I'LL PERSONALLY SHOVE IT DEEPER TILL YOU BLEED.

Success for your dipstick show? Huh. Watch this moment as I ROLL. MY. EYES. At you guys.

I probably don't mean a lot of what I said, but for now, I do.

Sleep tight?

2009-04-05T09:00:00.000-07:00

Huh? Who the hell needs to sleep tight? I tell you who. ME. I've been awake since 4 PM Saturday and dozing off unexpectedly, working a full shift on Sunday.

Sleep tight.

Sleep tight. Who?

Why not pass out on your bed and never wake up? Your bed meaning MY bed.

Fuck you, 'coz, I know what's going on.

GREAT NEWS however: I bought a new iPod USB cable for twenty bucks. Fuck me.

Confessions of a boy living in poverty

2009-04-04T06:38:00.000-07:00

My boring Saturday spent at home in front of my computer, when I clearly could get some fresh air in Orchard or Clarke Quay, maybe even Chinatown. Yeah. Indeed I could.

My strategy for saving money backfired completely. I owe KY $15 now. Plus $16 for shots I never really asked for. Hehe.

Thursday --> $10. Plus coins in my pocket. I spent the coins to buy two breadstuffs at Qbread.
Leftover: $10.

Friday --> $10. Total amount in wallet: $20. Spent $5.70 on Shokubutsu 1 litre. Remaining: $14.30. Spent $3.50 + $1.50 on Chicken Cutlet Noodle and Hot Fudge Sundae respectively. Remaining: $9.30.

Paid cover charge for impromptu clubbing: $5 me. $10KY. Bring over $5 from previously. Now owe KY $15.
Remaining: $4.30

Bought porridge. Out of extreme hunger.
Remaining: $0.80

Gave $0.20 to a friend who wanted to buy mineral water.
Remaining: $0.60

How I managed to fall into a pit of financial despair. Tsk. Heartbreak. I am *THIS* close to becoming a payboy.

I am desperate for money.

No one understands. Like fuck I don't even gamble and yet I'm stuck in this type of rut.

WARNING TO JAYNE: I can no longer eat with you.
WARNING TO OTHER FRIENDS: Don't ask me out for dinner.

Food is bad for your wallet and your waistlines. Come lose weight with me.

ON MY WISHLIST: iPod cable.

Now you know why I am FORCED to work my magic at various places... Cheers, Giant, 7 Eleven, Daiso, random other shops.

And it's so hot now at night I'm sweating, and I'm not even doing anything that induces heavy panting. At least I smell nice now, like Shokubutsu.

I hate people who eat.

Oh ya before I sleep

2009-03-30T13:45:00.000-07:00

FIRSTLY. I have a pimple INSIDE my nose. How cool is that. A pimple that no one can see, but hurts when I dig it.

SECONDLY. And I don't want to admit this, but I enjoy reading Dawn Yang's blog. I bet she's going to Sydney tomorrow! No, actually, in a few hours. YES!

Oh, and don't forget to visit my digital portfolio. Yeah. It's on Google. I coined the term, eat that, bunny rabbits.

OOH COOL. Rainbow. Taken just last Saturday, 21 March.

Facebook is nice and all

2009-03-30T13:01:00.000-07:00

Facebook. Nice thing. However, jumped the shark. Quizzes suck. And where's all the fun status updates I used to like to read? So now I'm returning back to my roots, my ground which I stand firm on. I need to get my mind straight after days just fly by with no recollection of myself ever thinking... what happened.

Browsed through my Photobucket. My oh my, how time flies.

My favourite picture of the moment.

So lazy to touch my portfolio website, just because I have a strangely confident feeling that I'm not cut out for the design industry. I want to prove myself wrong. However, I don't know how things will work out in the end. Who knows? I might have to kiss someone's butt in the future for the sake of my naïvety, but once again... WHO KNOWS?

Sometimes, I just wish I could find a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, and just settle down. I am ready, but you know, sometimes, that special someone will never come in our lives. Billions of people have the mindset that their true love will come falling into their lap one fine day, but in fact, majority are still delusional, still in that state of wishful thinking. I pity that.

Fuck my life

2009-03-29T11:39:00.000-07:00

I lost my iPod cable. My Megavideo subscription ran out. I missed American Idol and Survivor. I haven't watched Confessions of a Shopaholic. I no longer can get high from alcohol. My tolerance is impeccable, and that makes me sad. Hot strangers who speak French to me make me go wild. SKL ciggs made me so very dizzy. Felt so emo after work that I smoked twice, though once per day is more than enough to kill me early. Thanks to my dear chaffeur to drive me home. Waiting for Luke to upload pictures of ME. Damn, hurry pl0x. ;)

Oh yeah. Haven't uploaded pictures to Facebook. So sorry to Ernest. So sorry to SunshinePlaz. Addicted to sad slow songs tonight, like Gravity by Sara Bareilles and If No One Will Listen by Kelly Clarkson. My bottom gums hurt, I have no money for dentist. I owe KY 5 bucks. My face is burdened by scars. Work was fuck today because we were short-handed. No one from the design industry called me. I don't impress anyone. So emo, so so emo.

What if You find someone else... when You told me yesterday You loved me, I was so glad. I love You too. I think we share a special bond that You might not acknowledge, but I've never felt love as much as I love You. I care for You, and I show it through kindness. I've never felt more special because I believe Your 3 words regardless of how many might hit on You or You hit on them.

I might get heartbroken, jealous, and emo, all at the same time, but You know damn well that me and my heart, we got issues.

Mother of Pearl

2009-03-25T13:06:00.000-07:00

Hey babes. It was a fun namecard-swapping with some of my coursemates in digilab.

I skipped Alumnight and went to eat Just Acia with RoMo and Zhenevie and also my hao peng you, Darren, woots.

Talked until the place closed. 4 scoops of icecream for me. I said a very bad thing to the waitress: "Wait, you don't understand, right?" Thinking she was China. OOPS. Well, maybe she was, but I don't discriminate. I love China people, whether they can speak English or not. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings, I think I did. Damn me.

Then it was a long walk to shisha and drink [alcohol] at Marakesh (however you spell it) on a weekday, can you believe it? And can you believe Dhoby Ghaut, to Clarke Quay, via Esplanade? Though I realise it's actually 1 MRT station away, but hell it didn't feel like, to be honest.

It was so much fun, I believe. I puffed on the shit for so long, sucking it HARD and breathing out smoke. I need to pass on my hardcore to my friends, like wut. Pictures on Facebook but of course. Why eat my Photobucket bandwidth? Hehe.

YOU ALL GOTTA STOP BITCHING SO MUCH like srsly, it's gonna be a bad habit when you all reach the 'auntie'-age and nag nag nag nag hahahahaha. Kidding. =)

I gotta do up my Sol-T-La-Tay website soon. Fizzuck.

Lazy ah!

I love you, my party kakis.

2009-03-21T00:53:00.000-07:00

Friday night.
Impromptu, impulsive. Yello Jello. Bon Jovi. Mickey. Dancing Queen. Fucking like mambo. Weak expensive jug.
Long walk to Neil Rd. Tantric. Long Island Tea. Jägerbomb. Another Long Island Tea. Kylie's concert. MTV. Good pop music. Drunk angmohs. (turn off)

Brandon. Walk. Pee in public. Spoilt library book. Crash a hotel. Two cabbed home. I felt really sick. I ran away, far far away from Brandon. Telok Ayer Park. Mosquitoes. Public masturbation. No cum. Train home. Stopped at Sembawang. Showed how tired I was. Home. Drop dead.

Wake up. No hangover.

I love Wondergirls.

FOOD SUCKS.

2009-03-17T09:49:00.000-07:00

I shall be anorexic tomorrow. Oh my effin' Gawd, I've eaten way too much stuff today. Suki Sushi, then Changing Appetites. (I almost saw 'Appetitties.') ... $40 ++ fly away.

And I was trying to cross-analyze my knowledge of basic French with Sisha and Ahper. Because French and Italian are almost like sibling languages, it's purdy cool to know that 'demain' and 'domani' mean the same thing. Likewise for 'froid' = 'fredo'...

Today, my most overly used word was Allons-y. DAMN.

Little note to myself: Cut hair. I cannot stand long hair when it curls and it starts to get me twisted. I'm so glad that Sisha and Ahper knows that Nikeysha does the HEY.

Have any of you felt that although you've done absolutely nothing wrong, there seems to be a strange foreboding aura in the air that... hmm, how do I illustrate it for y'all... it moves plate tectonics in the Earth's crust? You can't see it, because you ain't underneath the Earth's surface; but hell yeah you can feel it since you are just standing on top of it, and you know it's all happening really unnecessarily.

And twice today, I've heard comments on me not changing.

Urm, why should I change?

There isn't anything worth changing about me. So, if I did change, who would I be?

Another dull drone in a beehive?

It's not affecting me much, but I just wish, I really do WISH that people would understand that individualism is a trait that is one that separates the 1 special gem called Katarzyna from the pack of unassorted grey stones like Ali(s) and Bala(s).

I refuse to conform for the time being. For God's sake, I studied in La scuola di Disegno, and aren't designers known for their rather eccentric side? If it doesn't show in their outfits, it can definitely show in either their works, their personalities, and so on.

I am proud to be myself and I will not change who I am, the very essence of what makes me 'me'... to please anybody. You could always change different parts of you, but when you're unhappy with what you are, you WILL realise that all you need to do is STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF, just like what I've done and will continue to do. It's not hard, after jumping through hoops of critiques, webs of opinions, and uncountable experiences of school bullying for years.

"Some people never change."

There is no need to change, that's why. If you don't like it, my simple suggestion is to go into a time machine, go back to the 60's, learn the hippie lifestyle, and embrace our small little quirks that don't make us all robots with no sense of exclusive direction.

PEACE OUT!

Thoughts to jot

2009-03-16T12:20:00.000-07:00

I think it's so sad.. well, BEYOND sad, that people would wish their own selves "Happy Birthday" on Facebook, especially when the clock strikes twelve.

GOSH.

Have some humility, dude. It's not that people don't care whether it's your birthday or not, but for Christ's sake, to stroke your own roost with a self-indulgent status update?

You have my pity.

DISCLAIMER: None of you know who he is, so don't bother snooping your pork nose around for dirt. I'm clean like Febreeze.

Do some people have no sense of owning their careers?

2009-03-16T02:18:00.000-07:00

Some people are chronic latecomers. Some people are chronic absentees.

Just leaves me wondering whether they have any responsibility for their own futures... most importantly, jobs.

Late. Absent.

I'm just glad that I don't have this problem, on a ... chronic... sense. Punctuality and attendance are two of the most essential 'concepts' in my life. A lot of people my age don't seem to put both of these values in utmost importance in their lives, which I would find quite a bit of a shame. Leaves me wondering. Am I naïve to always come 'unfashionably' early, or am I in a generation of youths where being 'late' has incredulously spawned from compulsive complacency?

I'll see what happens at 10 am tomorrow. As far as absentees, DARE them to be absent. As far as punctuality, it's ON baby.

My acne vulgaris is affecting my mood.

2009-03-10T03:13:00.000-07:00

As you all know, I have been plagued with a lot of acne nowadays. Once they seem to disappear, new big cysts pop up again, waiting to feed on the OIL that is on my face. The OIL that, if I have collected since I was 13, could probably use to fuel Denise's car. Heehee.

Sigh. But jokes aside, I really hate my pimples. If I look in the mirror, I cringe. I'm that ugly. Doesn't help that I'm fat and short and really ugly with or without the acne. I am not insecure. This is reality. I am facing it. I don't like it, I don't love it. People look at me, see my acne, thus think I'm ugly, I know it all too well.

Humans, regardless straight or bi or gay, are shallow. Looks ARE everything right now in this century. Otherwise, we'd have really fugly women walking down Victoria's Secret runway every year. And of course my acne affects me in the worst way. I keep on looking in the mirror (that is to the right of me) and look. And BURN. Pimples. Mother. Tooting. Pimples.

ARGH. Come on!!!

Go away and let me be like the rest of the majority of adults who have pimpleless skin. Can't I live a life where I don't have to constantly worry about "what's on my face?" The amount of money I spent on facial items, sigh, I wonder if they are any good at all, to be honest! Because it seems like with them, it's this horrible condition, ya? Without them, it's still gonna be horrible.

Should I just get Oxy 10 again? Neutrogena on the spot counter treatment is fine, but I find it to be so weak against my male skin. Yes, men's skin is different from women's, much tougher to get rid of acne and whatnot. My current Benzoyl Peroxide is just 2.5%, maybe using a dose that is four times more is required.

I am so afraid to leave my house now. To even go swimming. I am scared that people are gonna look at my face and scream. I don't want to wear makeup, because, hey, I'm not THAT metrosexy. Only for the weekends and special occasions. But if I have to walk with my face plain naked, being exposed to all humans and environmental hazards like sunlight. Sigh. It's going to be a tough and long journey for me.

Puberty is the hardest thing to overcome. =(

omg.

2009-03-05T02:54:00.000-08:00

How I absolute despise brands. I hate window shopping. I hate looking at LV, Gucci, Agnes B., Ralph Lauren, HATE. Why do people shop at these places? I'm a student, I have no right to look at things I would think look good on me. (Fred Perry. Yum ya?) But nonetheless, I hate brands. I have a grudge against not brands in general, but ATAS brands.

Who cares if you are more ATAS than others?

Does carrying an LV bag make you royalty and that people must kiss the ground you walk on? Does having Gucci make your life as different as not having Gucci? Does it shape your future? Does it help you financially.... in your education? Or in your health?

These 'big' brands are playing mind games on consumers. Does owning material possessions put you in your personal Nirvana?

If you care so much about what other people think about you, or your social status... think about how important social status is. Is it really? It's so vague, and abstract, how do you even measure your own against your own neighbour, and your own friends.

Big question: DOES IT EVEN MATTER?

If you said yes, please enlighten me on this matter. Thank you.

Over

2009-02-20T06:15:00.000-08:00

Foynal Ear Plojett is OVER.
Woo.
I have my life back. Now to concentrate on my new website, and also my Publication. Games can wait. LOL.

Complain king

2009-02-16T06:13:00.000-08:00

I have two things to complain about. One. The weather. Two. The economy.

Well, usually I keep mum about issues like these. The News. Sigh. Yes, News @ 9.30. Singapore's weather is so damn hot now because of local bushfires. Or those from Australia. Or those rumoured from Indonesia. Because, hey look, how easy for us Singaporeans to anyhow point fingers at anyone but ourselves? Ya? Well, wake up Singapore. We're so near the equator, we're just a state waiting to catch fire.

And being a little prissy boy that I am, I know there's something fishy with the weather. Especially yesterday night when I was oh-so sweaty and complaining on Facebook that it's so humid... 30 degrees at 11 PM, might I add... and the mosquitoes. Oh yes. Mosquitoes love the night. And as an added bonus, they love the heat. So whose body of blood is more susceptible to their lovely bites, other than mine?

;) Okay?

So I'm just begging everyone in the world to think about... Singapore for a change. And do something. So global warming doesn't melt us Singaporeans, or haha, let's say... me? Because you know I'm the prissiest g0y on the planet, I cannot STAND HEAT.

Dear government, that's what you get for installing air conditioners in buses and trains. Oh and in computer labs. Complacency in young adults. Prime example being me.

So, on a related note. Economy. News has been saying these terms "retrenchment", "economic downturn" and "downward spiral"... so naturally, the pessimist in me cannot take this sitting down. Sure I might have a part-time job, but thinking about the long-term future. I don't want to be retrenched, when I haven't even started.

I need money. I love money. I've survived living with things that I want but I cannot get. Such as printing. I would print shitloads if I even had a single cent to my name. Fnial Yaer Pjorect is a money-intensive module. A big-scale module that requires big-scale printing. So naturally, I wanna do well, I need test prints, I need to print finals, I need to just PRINT. And how to print without MONEY? And don't start on my parents, because Lord knows why they keep on forgetting to give me allowance, that I have to bitch at them so I can get some money for myself?!?!?!?

Ridiculous.

2009 is ridiculous and I'm definitely not a happy bunny. Now what I need now is a pitcher of ice-cool lemonade, and guess what. I'm not even remotely American.

Malu

2009-02-15T09:31:00.000-08:00

A shoutout to Firdaos, because... you are next top model, xia. Ok ok. Where was I?

I decided, yes, time to blog again. Though I don't know for how long. A lot of things have happened. I think I have changed. I don't want to blog about my life. The past is not what I want to look at. Forget about pictures. Forget about videos. Maybe I have to approach most things nowadays with a pinch of salt. Like, first and foremost, weather has been excruciatingly unbearable. 30 degrees? That's just wrong in the stickiest sense. I don't want to go perspiring every single day, wondering to myself, oh my Dieu, can I get even stickier?

Alcohol is not my best friend. Many people can conclude it's my worst enemy.

Blogging, as a shortcut to fame, is just so pathetic. I currently do not care who my target audience is. Tweens? Twits? I don't really bother. I would like to try to be as mature as possible about every old thing. If I hurt anyone, it was never my intention. If I insult any racial group, kill me.

Anyway, a new friend I have says to me, "Enjoy. Life is short." Well, I would, after my Fnail Yaer Pjocert. Then it's the wonderful army, then an uncertain future in design, which, I pray I get. Anything to get me money, because living in poverty is a sickening thing. I despise being in the financial status that I am now. Sadly, I'm putting student first, then money second. But sadly, in MY school, money is important, as it is reflective of how much work you can 'out.'

Just thinking about enjoying. I feel guilty for enjoying most of my youth. Is it something that I'll be regretting in the near... or distant future? This is the phase where I can be something, and do something with my life, or be a nobody and just get screwed over just because I've taken all my youthful privileges for granted.

This blog post is dedicated to Fitrah, if, well, she even remembers that I have a blog here. Which I'm sure she does. My style of blogging has become dry and personally, I like it, and I have no qualms about, for the first time in my life, being good for speaking my mind.

And for all the ~~losers~~ at Zirca tonight, say hi to George for me. Not that I know any of you. Losers or George. I'm just bitter that St James is no more, so poke me in the rear and make me moan.

MY FAT SISTER READS MY BLOG.

2008-12-29T12:31:00.000-08:00

HELLO ELFIRA.

YOU FAT PIG.

Read my blog ah.

I DON'T HAVE GIRLFRIEND PLS.

DON'T TAKE MY HANDPHONE AND SEE PICTURES HOR. THE GIRL NOT MY GIRLFRIEND HOR you fat pig!

You better be grateful your dearest elder brother has so much mercy and don't read your loser punk ass emo ass blog.

On another note, let's eat Ca-Cart Brownie so I can see you get FAT. Muahaha.

This is what you get for sharing a laptop on one user account.

Ok, for the record, my OTHER sibling is fat too. It rocks to have the thin-gene.

Life is not all peach and candy.

2008-12-26T23:32:00.000-08:00

After work on Friday, I hopped on a Bus 23 and 147 to go visit my lao gong lol. Dunno what to call him lor seriously. If not this, and not that. Haha. But I'm happy to have him. Like I went there, at the building, walking around, trying to find, very hard, but lol I passed it by and freaked out in case he saw me.

But in the end, there I was, SURPRISING HIM, and he hates surprises, sorry, didn't know. Ahhhh. His customers are so ... eek! I wish I knew some shit about his job but all I know is F&B. MAMMA.

Later we went for dinner.

My long-time friend who disappeared after NS appeared back in my life. Why lao gong face so black?

Then went shopping with him eeeeeeks so exciting! Like real AJ couple xia. Though we saw a lot at Raffles ok; nebber mind.

Saturday was a clubbing night but lao gong wasn't there, so naturally I was sad! And 2 cups didn't make me the least bit high, just very blurry eyesight: I blame the flashing lights. And all my friends got drunk, wanted to puke, and I just happily scratch head. At least Andy, a hot guy, was being hot around me and made me melt like butter.

Found an iPhone. But it's not with me now.

Sunday was spent exploring the NEW Northpoint with family, I swear it's like the new VivoCity. I wanted to buy nice clothes but in the end, didn't. I need a treat =) Bought exfoliator and Olay soap... the exfoliator works damn good I swear. Goodbye dead skin cells. I kiss you away!

A Merry Xmas 2008 post.

2008-12-25T15:51:00.000-08:00

Wishing all of my readers and friends a very Merry Christmas ! Though I'm overdue a day, but still it's the thought that counts right?

So spending Christmas alone... in a club...
counting down alone...
not very exciting, nor was it thrilling. It was the first time that I was alone in the club with ZERO friends whatsoever, even Andrew didn't tag along. So I just went to the stage when Womanizer went on, danced a bit, went down the stage when Damaged played (stupid of me right?) but it's OK because I was sweating a bit already...

As I was deliberating with me, myself, and I whether to go home. I didn't, because I met my lovers!!!! Yay! But one of them kissed another guy, so I was confused. I think I have multiple hearts because I can love so many people ... well, maybe multiple CHAMBERS sounds more suitable, because humans have 4 of those, as cows have 4 stomachs.

SHOUTOUT TO THE BIO STUDENTS:
Left ventricle
Right atrium
Right ventricle
Left atrium

OK OK. So it wasn't a TOTALLY bad night, and so many people wished me seasons greetings and I wished them back [by phone, bless technology]. Hoorah~ because, at the end of the night, I had my hand in another's, but my other hand was empty, if you get what I mean.

T'was a lonely night before Christmas.

The NR sent me back. All sober and .... *scratches head*....

It was WORK TIME before I knew it, and it was a wonderful 7-hour shift, plus unpaid overtime (which I would LOVE to be paid for since it's PH and that means x1.5 pay) .. sadly I couldn't go to St James Xmas Party, but you know, holidays are more than just partying.

Ironically, I stayed for the company dinner... it was a segregation, but a fun one nonetheless. Mingling with my juniors. Being the ONLY senior crew feels... numbing. Every year I get to meet a new batch of students who finish their O Levels, and this group is... a good one, I admit. At least my girlfriend was there, so ....

Me... and my Long Island Tea... and several underaged crew.. and VIP managers... and hahaha. I WAS NOT DRUNK plox, I WAS JUST a bit teeny weeny HIGH. For God's sake, it's just 9.9% alcohol. So little bah. I was sober in no time. But I think I scared my managers. Wakakaka.

Stuffing myself silly with chicken.

Oh Lord my tummy.

Everyone went back but I "tonned" the night with my girlfriend chatting up till the wee hours of the morning. The first bus pwns all taxis. (I almost spelt 'taxies.') I love her very much, but the touch of her hand sends NOTHING through our bodies.

I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH GiRL.

... went home confused as usual ...

Everything's gonna be fine. But it's 8 AM now, I gotta rest till 10 am... then I gotta wake up and work the hell some more.

Ahh life is sweet like candy but it's a pain in the ass to exterminate the ants. (I don't know what the hell that meant, but DAYYUM, Barberella needs some naptime.)

A blind kinda sight.

2008-12-22T11:13:00.000-08:00

Once upon a shisha, a man played with fireworks.

How to look pretty and glam?

I love to take pictures in semi-crowded trains.

Omg how can you resist this?

Lying on a bench;
outside Vivocity;
my panoramic view;
doesn't feel very panoramic;
since I resized it.

LOL. Kelly Poon's Shakalaka Baby. KARAOKE VERSION SOME MORE. Horrendous fashion sense, and I'm a person speaking from a lot of experience first-hand. Dancing so-so. I just want something bright and flashy to catch my attention when I'm bored. And what the hell, the song is not bad at all.

Caught the first episode of Private Practice... I must say it's better than, let's say, Lost.

Smiles and laughter end some time.

2008-12-22T02:42:00.000-08:00

You know, I have a lot to smile about.

But not all the time. Sometimes, when you're (meaning me) under the influence of 'substances', things will go wrong.

I support crying but not in front a bunch of strangers. I don't need anyone's sympathy... being sober is numbingly awesome. Now that my curiosity's been fulfilled, I see no reason to continue being the ass hole that burns down the curtains in your house.

Sometimes there are dark periods in your life.

Sometimes there are just moments where you feel helpless and absolutely no one in the fucking world can do anything about it to help the least. Not even Prataman.

Can time heal all? Am I supposed to be the one who can help myself?

The story of how a sick boy became better.

2008-12-19T08:51:00.000-08:00

I suffered from major insomnia last night.

And I had this random goal: to do a backflip on my own. So I took my spring mattress off of my scaffolding thing... and started researching on how to do a backflip. Raise hands, jump up, tuck, land...

On paper, of course a backflip is fucking easy to achieve, if you visualise it time and again. Like, for God's sake, I can even do a cartwheel since childhood, so what's a backflip to me right?

Oh damnation I was wrong.

I was so scared I was gonna fall on my head and crack a skull. Or. Erm. Fall on my back... which happened twice because Lord knows what I was doing.

When I finally gave up, I was sweating mad un-skillz, it was like running 2.4 km, but honest to God, I was just bouncing on my mattress. And I still can't do no flippin' backflip.

Surprisingly, all that sweating (PLUS the sickness) came to good use because now I've lost enough fats in my body so I can finally wear my size 27 jeans. They're tight, they're right, but woohoo, they make me feel thin.

And can you believe I wear a santa hat at work? I looked cute... but not for long as 4 pimples just decided to happily appear around my nose. I went to the toilet to
pop them like they're hot,
pop them like they're hot,
pop them like they're hot.

I always wanted to wear funky festive headgear, but sadly, at the end of the night, I had the dreaded helmet hair.

And my hair looked... like... 2 girls 1 cup. OK, Madonna?

Sometimes, all it takes is a pretty blogskin to change your outlook on life.

2008-12-18T09:59:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, when you feel sad, lonely, unmotivated, and whatnot, all you need is a change of BLOGSKIN. Who knew that it would SPARK some passion in me!

Do you love it?

No one has told me it's absolutely GORGEOUS. Probably because they're all thrown back by the 'beauty' of my symmetry *cough cough* ahem...

Nonetheless, I'm currently sick, with flu and cough and the likes, and I feel a fever coming over the ocean as well.

10 Promises to My Dog

I bawled my freaking eyes out watching this movie. Thanks to Janeh for lending the DVD to Madonna then to me.

Omg I know I might not be the straightest dude in the world, but my GOD, this movie made me cry so much... and the worst part is, I don't even own a stinkin' puppy! But Socks is so 'kawaii, gozaimasu!'

Like, my MOM went into my room, wondering where all the SNIFFING is coming from, and LO and BEHOLD, it is moi, watching a movie. She offered me a baguette from Batam (hahahahaha, ok, I won't digress) but I did my little diva-hand, and she knew at that point in time, to leave her son to cry alone in his room.

And in scenes were most people won't cry, I would cry.

Geez, I didn't know I was built like hydroponics.

Butterhead.
Inside joke, ja, Daddy?

Remember, my name is The KFC Virgin, and if Xiaxue, Dawn Yang, and Kenny don't blog, please feel free to come and drop by, ja? And I love to wear Chanel. ... But nowadays, I can't wear Chanel, so I wear This Fashion.

But hey!

I still look sexy right?

I know.

Thanks! <33

Welcome to Italian Daily Speech 101.

2008-12-17T14:13:00.000-08:00

Hello again. Since it's 6:13 AM and I'm suffering from major insomnia (I tried to dream but I dreamt about FACEBOOK how strange is that s'il vous plaît!) I decided to make a post of some "CATCHPHRASES" which I use a lot these days.

FORGET ABOUT IT!

Originally used by Italian mafia, as seen in the movies. Personally, I've been using it ever since I watched Hell's Kitchen Season 4 (addictive link, do not click!) there was this Italian woman Rosann as a contestant, and the challenge of the day was to make pizza (or was it pasta? meh.) and she was all like...

I'm Italiana! Forget about it!!!

Hahaha. Ever since then, the phrase has been stuck in my mind and I've been using it on a consistent basis.

Note: Elongate on your "-get", "-bout" and "it." More like fuh-get a-baaaaahd eeeet.
[ Etymology ]

ALLORA / VA BENE

More Italian. Ever since Italian class, I've been using this almost over-regularly as you may know. Allora, in most contexts, mean "well then..." and va bene means "OK!"

For example...

Madonna: Can you help me iron my clothes?
Me: Allora. Va bene.

I use them hand-in-hand because, what the hucking fell, they flow together like peas in a space pod. More...

Me: Allora.... Va...?
Brother: ... bene.

Even mia famiglia uses it. That's how freaking addictive this phrase is and I'm sorry for anyone affected by it.

UFFA!

Means 'tsk'. Thus, Uffa-uffa-uffa means Tsk-Tsk-Tsk. Originally used in roleplay in Italian class

Yili Ng: Uffa! I miei pantaloni!
(Translated: Tsk! My pants!)

Because water was poured on the pants, duh.

Daddy thought Uffa sounded something like "Oh f***" ... ever since then, there's a dirty connotation when using Uffa, but SERIOUSLY there isn't, so you can uffa whenever you want.

UFFA!

CIAO!

A greeting you can't run away from. I usually say this to my Daddy, as hello and goodbye. He would then try to manipulate the word into a BAD WORD in Hokkien then I would add another English word to complete the BAD WORD.

Dirty mouths should be cleaned out with Dettol!

*ring ring*
Me: (picks up phone) Ciao!!!!
Kepo kia #1: I thought Ciao is meant for Bye?
Kepo kia #2: I think can mean Hello also.
...
Daddy: (....blablablablabla....)
...
Me: Ok, ciao!
Daddy: c***
Me: Bye!

Kepo kias #1 and #2 have new found knowledge in the utilization of 'Ciao!'
They gain 250 exp.
Kepo kia #2 levelled up!
Kepo kia #2 is now lvl 17.
-----------------------------------
Kepo kia #2 is trying to learn "Queue Cut" but already knows 4 moves.
Should a move be deleted for "Queue Cut?"
1... 2... and POOF!
Kepo kia #2 forgot the move "Inhale"
Kepo kia #2 learnt "Queue Cut"!

Hahaha. I'm obviously poking fun at all my polymates who are addicted to playing Pokémon. And yes, I type Pokémon accented ~~because I have a Macbook which is the Kïñg øf Å¢çénts~~. If you forget to "inhale", won't you probably die? Hehehe.

... and to a lesser extent ...

PUOI RIPETERE / RIPETI?

Means "can you repeat?" and "you repeat?" respectively, though I use the former more. Basically used because the other party is talking lubbish, or voice so very soft like 7 Eleven ice cream, or both.

Daddy: (something in Tamil)
Me: Puoi ripetere?

Isn't is strange, that rubbish = trash.
YET.
Talking lubbish ≠ talking trash? Since we all know talking trash is much more dirty. We don't like that in Singapore.

POSSIAMO AVERE LE SEDIE VICINO ALLA FINESTRA?

Translated: Can we have the seats near the window?

LOLOLOLOL. Once again from Italian Roleplay. One of Yili Ng's lines, but it's so long and complex, if for one moment I blank out and have nothing clever to say. I say, "Possiamo avere le sedie vicino alla finestra?" Context is... at the restaurant, customers want those seats. So pickÿ.

Sounds long and complex but truth be told: an utter mess of 7 memorised words.

There you go.

A bunch of Italian words I use in my everyday life, sometimes too much to the point of being a European-wannabe-pest.
Even Daddy's drinking buddy said shopkeepers speak fluent English in Rome.

*stabs myself in the tummy*

Brand new.

2008-12-17T07:44:00.000-08:00

Lol. I can't help it. Ever since I removed my blog, I haven't felt right. I never planned on deleting it anyway, thus new layout. Nonetheless, I'll just use two blogs instead. One here and one at another discreet place where only Madonna and Dad knows. Both are my parents lol.

You like the theme? I didn't know I could photograph so well face-on. Beautiful symmetry ya?

I feel so heartbreak city when I saw this bah.

Go nowhere bah. Into hiding into a short while.

Anyway, previous archives from the pretty pink layout are for my eyes only. ;) It feels good to start fresh (in a way). And I'll try to dig out some mysteries which have been left unsolved. And I would love to show you this 2nd single of David Archuleta.

A Little Too Not Over You.

Not goodbye to my YingTing, XieBin, PseudoMarc, and Jayden. LURVES IT.