Memoirs of a Teenage Dirtbag.

Moved.

2007-08-04T23:33:00.000+08:00

To here.

Cos blogspot's for losers.

Stay.

2007-06-20T02:00:00.000+08:00

Because if you think about it, life doesn't have to be that complicated.

RSS Endurance

2007-06-05T02:46:00.000+08:00

How can anyone be stressed out over the monster 10-car wreck that is marketing consultation when they have...

- Awesome boyfriends who come all the way down from Orchard to cheer them up. Nuff' said.

- AWESOME GINGERBREAD MEN.

- The awesomest team member/friend/ray of ****ing sunshine

Now, don't you wish you had marketing consultations every day?

"We'll always have Vienna."

2007-05-02T22:52:00.000+08:00

Love, hate, sex, torrid affairs, rebellion, travel, freedom, the wind in your hair, laughing till your face hurts, romance, amazing adventures, seeking, passion, breathing, free to be you and me.

Don't we all?

2007-02-14T23:25:00.000+08:00

It's FEBRUARY 14TH.

You know what that means...

Tomorrow is the 2nd year anniversary of the day YouTube first acquired its domain name!

I am so cool.

2007-02-12T02:17:00.001+08:00

Papa Ghandi says (2:13 AM):
my last dialled number in my phone is like MACS and like that was more than 24 hours ago

Papa Ghandi says (2:13 AM):
my social life is pathetic

Teenage Dirtbag says (2:15 AM):
lets see... mine was my mother.

Teenage Dirtbag says (2:15 AM):
and my mother before that

Teenage Dirtbag says (2:15 AM):
and my mum again

Papa Ghandi says (2:16 AM):
oh mines much better than yours

Papa Ghandi says (2:16 AM):
your number is inside

Papa Ghandi says (2:16 AM):
5 feb

(Note: Date of this conversation - Feb 12)

Papa Ghandi says (2:16 AM):
PATHETIC SOCIAL LIFE

Teenage Dirtbag says (2:16 AM):
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA

Papa Ghandi says (2:16 AM):
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHAH

Teenage Dirtbag says (2:16 AM):
fucking pathetic

Papa Ghandi says (2:16 AM):
second one's my brother to get him to buy food for me

Papa Ghandi says (2:16 AM):
third ones nat, to ask about comisss

Papa Ghandi says (2:16 AM):
and then YOU!!! 5 FEB!!!

"Because at Christmas, you tell the truth."

2006-12-25T19:16:00.000+08:00

I spent Christmas eve night alone at home, watching Love Actually.

I HATE ATTACHED PEOPLE.

Which effectively, is every-freaking-one.

"Take a chance on me..."

2006-12-03T22:10:00.000+08:00

Best. Kiss. Ever.

Kiss me, Ryan! Kiss me NOW!!

And please dont forget to tap my nose at the end.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Let's watch that again.

Redundant Redundancies

2006-11-28T22:07:00.000+08:00

SMRT Director: Team, I think we need some new facilities. Something new, something totally original and innovative to enhance our communters' experiences! They need this, this is going to totally change their lives and make taking the MRT so much more convenient and pleasant!

Hmmm.... what should we build?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....................................................

*I'VE GOT IT!*

......

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

28

2006-11-19T16:43:00.000+08:00

I've been asking for a mind reader. Yesterday, I got something almost as great - a palm reader!

The idea of your whole life being etched out in the lines of your palm is absolutely fascinating to me.

And he was really spot-on about almost all the things he told me about myself. These are character traits so personal and hidden, I doubt even my closest friends can pick them up. In a way, I learnt so much more about myself - these are things that I already know at the back of my head, but somehow gets lost in translation. After all, how one perceives oneself to be like, that perception is hardly ever accurate.

1. I am highly emotional. (true)

2. I am self-indulgent. (Okay I never realised this, but now that I think about it, it's very very true)

3. I am very bad at self expression. (extremely true)

4. I always try to solve my problems by myself, no matter what. (yes.)

And what does the future hold for me, according to Master Khor?
Well...

1. I WILL GET MARRIED AT 28!!

2. 28 will be a very crucial year for me.

3. I will have kids. (number not specified)

4. Apparently I am very lucky in terms of money.

5. I will have a very successful career. I will be a leader and have a very high chance of rising all the way to the top. He specifically mentioned a career in fashion. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!) AND he kept emphasizing that I would be famous. Did you hear that?! FAMOUS! F-A-M-O-U-S!!

And some other stuff that I'd rather not shout out on the worldwide web.

He also told me that I am unlucky with men (I cannot say enough how true this is)! I cannot get over that. Why why why why why why why why why!

Geraldine, Celeste, Deone and Adeline also got readings. I find it hilarious that he said Geri is "egotistical", and that Ade is prone to extra-marital affairs with her ex-boyfriend! HAHA! Oh, and Ade is also gonna be famous! Haha!

I can't wait to be 28. 10 more years! 2016, here I come!!

28! 28! 28! 28! 28! 28! 28! 28!

Do a little dance... make a little love... get down tonight!

2006-11-03T20:11:00.000+08:00

Karaoke... Like clubbing without a club and getting drunk without alcohol. With Deone, Vanessa, Stephanie, Marcus, Glen and Jason. Hahaha the closet Backstreet Boys/Britney Spears die-hard fans. Of course, nothing can beat our favourite song - Calcutta (Taxi Taxi Taxi), the techno remix.

The "naughty schoolgirls". Hit me baby one more time!

While editing the pictures, I realised that there were damn a lot of photos of Marcus. Hahahaha! Behold, the many faces of Mr. Foo, who appropriately sang Robbie Williams' "Let Me Entertain You" -

Isn't it amazing how we can recall every single lyric and even backup vocals to the boyband songs of our time?

Ok I'm tired from posting so many pictures.

-The Abrupt End-

Puts the fug in fugly.

2006-10-02T01:43:00.000+08:00

So I was flipping through channels just now and happened to chance upon the Miss World pageant. Immediately, I was assaulted by the monstrosity that is the Miss World tiara -

Er.....seriously?!

Congratulations, Ms Czech Republic. You've just been crowned court jester of the year.

2006-08-17T00:59:00.000+08:00

It's eating me up inside.
You imagine it, impossibly entirely captured in a definite moment; a single image of you in a cotton dress, back against a wall, looking away, imagining what could have been. You live, drenched in your acoustic world of pure, biting loneliness and nonchalance.

My name is Luka.
I live on the second floor.

Baby, you can drive my car.

2006-08-07T01:16:00.000+08:00

A.very.very.long.sentence.

In between staying in school till midnight doing work in the dark, scaring people with my zombie-like appearance attributed to endless late nights, late-night-recording-in-studio-freaky-scares, inflicting shiny stains on my keyboard and mouse, and insane delirious breakdowns at a certain someone's inability to speak without going off-pitch, a certain group of some of my favourite MCM-ers and I somehow found the time to make prank calls to friends whom we knew would somehow believe that they'd just won an animal lookalike contest held by the Singapore Zoological Gardens.

Jasmine would be proud.

Just wanna show off.

2006-07-02T22:12:00.000+08:00

Check out my school project for an Advertising module...

Ad campaign for Kodomo kids' toothpaste
Print ad
Conceptualised by BlackBox
Print ad done by yours truly (ahem)
(Please shift your focus to the fantastic logo which I took hours to draw, bloody hell.)

KODOMO NUMBER ONE!!

Wiggly Wobblies

2006-04-30T01:31:00.000+08:00

Behold, the most powerful insecticide ever -

Lullaby.

2006-04-04T01:14:00.000+08:00

Day after day, time after time. An endless routine of 8am alarms, morning showers and the things you never get around to doing, even after promising yourself for the 116th time that you would do it today. Today.

"... always there for you. Without you even asking." -Scrubs

With that, I finally stopped denying.

At the end of the day, after the dresses have been hung up; after enduring the aching feet, 480 hour-long minutes, cramps and a sore eye - as selfish and needy as it sounds, you just want someone to brush back your hair, not care that it is disgustingly greasy and screwed up from being in a ponytail all day, and tell you,

Everything is going to be all right.

Even if it isn't.

Project Superstar

2006-03-23T16:23:00.000+08:00

This is quite possibly the coolest site EVER.
Ever wondered which celebrity you look like?

Apparently...

AYUMI HAMASAKI OK! DON'T PLAY PLAY!
Inspired, I uploaded another picture...

Ayumi again!!

Ayumi AGAIN!!! See, even as a kid, I am destined to be the undisputed Queen of J-pop!
By now I'm giggling to myself at how awesome I am cos I look like Ayumi right...
Until I uploaded the next picture.

Hahahaha! I am ROYALTY okay!! I am PRINCESS AYUMI (Queen sounds too old)! I demand now that on my birthday (25th March, hint hint), EVERYONE has to call me Princess Ayumi! Hmm... Your Majesty will do nicely too. Those who defy shall be fed to the lions!

A MSN convo between my sister (Ebb) and I (Teenage Dirtbag)-

Ebb says:
I HAVE ASHLEY OLSEN LOR!!!

Teenage Dirtbag says:
I HAVE MARY KATE OLSEN!!!!

Teenage Dirtbag says:
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

Ebb says:
OK, WE ARE SISTERS FOR SURE!!!

And because I ~~was bored and had nothing to do~~ love my friends so much that I want them to know what stellar stars they are, I ran some of their photos through as well...

(To my friends - Don't get mad if I don't post your picture here, it's mostly because ~~your celebrity results were boring~~ I don't have a good picture of you. Plus, I can't possibly post EVERYONE's pictures up... Blogger's photo uploading system is really troublesome.)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I... you.. she... just.... HAHAHAHA.

"Don't be jealous, be inspired". By me. Julia Em Wong, yo.

Hurhurhur.

Dude, where's my car? Like, totally. That's hot.

Let's not forget City Aminah.

Yeah, right.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Because Mark Richmond wasn't in the database.
Ayumi?? Wait... does this mean that Joe and I look alike???!!!
HAHAHAHA!!

Princess Yun Hamasaki of Wales. Has a nice ring to it, eh.

Click.

2006-02-22T00:35:00.000+08:00

My nieces...!

Innocence on wheels.

Portrait.

2006-02-20T23:45:00.000+08:00

Nice, eh?

As drawn by a friend of mine, the Talented Mr. Davies. (Like, the Talented Mr. Ripley, geddit?)

Update: Noooo, I'm NOT naked, ok??!!

Sleeps inside.

2006-02-19T15:59:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, I wish words were enough.

I wish I could even come up with those words in the first place.

Quotes from a future Singapore Idol.

2006-02-18T21:28:00.000+08:00

Convo 1-

(On the phone)

Idol: Where are you ah?

QH: Somewhere.

Idol. Ok, bye!

~

Convo 2-

(Parting ways)

Idol: (getting on bus) Bye!

Either Diyanah or QH: Up your ass lah.

Idol: Ok, see you on Monday!

~

Wo men yong yuan zhi chi ni, Idol!
(We will support you forever)

2006-02-13T23:38:00.000+08:00

SCREW VALENTINE'S DAY.

Valentine's Day is for LOSERS ok?!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be locked in my room, watching sappy DVDs and bawling my eyes out.

SCREW VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A restless wind inside a letterbox.

2006-02-12T00:41:00.000+08:00

I sat and waited.

The bird drank from the puddle. It ducked its beak under a browned floating leaf and snapped its little head back, its thirst temporarily satisfied. Thrice.

Everything was blasted with the brightest sunlight you could imagine.

The bus came.

Got on.

I pressed 'play'.

Alanis said: "Mary Jane, don't censor your tears."

An ageing man with a strangely shaped flat-topped head. Salt and pepper hair.

I wondered where he was going.

I looked out the window stained with smears of hair gel.

I thought.

A phone call.

I can't treat her nicely like I should.

Past the all-too-familiar place.

Coldplay sang about singing a song called Yellow.

Past the market I knew so well for four years. The coffee shop we went to for our lunch break every Monday. Where they sold the noodles you all were obsessed with. The very same noodles where she found a cockroach in.

Everyone has their own lives now.

Hair gel on the window.

Past the vacuum that sucked up four years of my life.

Damien Rice explained: "It's not that we're scared, it's just that it's delicate."

Past Clementi.

The Beatles observed: "Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox."

Did I misread you?

Radiohead pleaded: "Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry..."

A black Mercedes SLK.

Past Holland Village.

Mornings spent under the sun.

Where we used to have lunch together, even if it was only for an hour.

The reunions that are getting shorter and less frequent.

They'll be there forever.

Mxpx reassured: "I'll be there in your dreams and in this song."

A boy, no more than seven, rambling on to his mother sitting beside him. She nodded, barely listening, staring into space.

Hair gel on the window.

Past Dempsey.

Beer and mosquito bites.

Beer and vodka shots with them last Christmas.

I'll miss them so much next year.

South urged me to "Paint the silence".

Being a struggling, reluctant wallflower.

Orchard Road.

Got off.

He crooned: "That's all... That's all."

OGAY!

2006-02-06T01:16:00.000+08:00

QH and Diyanah:
EH, UPDATE YOUR BLOG LEH, TEN MILLION YEARS NEVER UPDATE! I'm so sick of seeing the same picture there everytime the page loads!!!

Me:
Aiyah, lazy lah, some more no inspiration, damn sick of writing this week.

A certain person whose name starts with a 'G' and rhymes with 'Ben':
(5 Seconds later)
HUH?! WRITE WHAT?!

Never mind the fact that all of us had spent every waking hour together for the past week writing our proposal essays. That's what we were doing at the time of the conversation by the way. What writing indeed.

HAHAHAHA.

He cracks me up lah really.

Anyway.

It's...

THE NEW JOHN MAYER CD!

(Well, not actually the new one cos concert CDs don't really count but the actual REAL new one, Continuum, is due out in Spring 2006 and I have no idea when Spring is, so ya.)

Real good stuff. Almost makes me feel like I was in that concert myself. Almost. Blah, he will never come to Singapore.
That sexy, sexy sandy voice never fails to strike that certain emotion in me.
Always makes my day.

And I just discovered his BLOG!!!

I love John Mayer. I love John Mayer.

Did I mention that I freaking love John Mayer?

You know what else I freaking love?

MY NEW PHONE.

That's right. No more lousy shitass LG phone that can't even make calls and sms-es properly.

I FREAKING LOVE MY NEW PHONE.

Not in a writing mood today, I've had enough of writing for this week with the proposal and speech and all that shit.

Therefore........... PICTURES! LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES! Taken over the past 2 weeks.

I FREAKING LOVE PICTURES.

BANANA SPLIT!
(the shirts, the shirts.)

The lens, Glen... the lens.

Baby Q, Baby Diy and Baby Yun.

Look, the girl doll has boobs... hahaha.

We're incredibly lost.

But we still obey the rules.

"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones."

Fugly and not-so-temporary insanity, bubble tea pearls in teeth and all.

Ok that's it. Going off to watch the Grammys now.

"So I choose to sit in the dugout on all things big world. My little world consists of guitars, bit torrent, videos of snakes swallowing things whole, and trying to come up with new ways to sing about either finding love or losing it. I like my little world."
-John Mayer

I love everyone. BYE!

"And to my gorgeous wife, Denise, who has stood by me this entire time, our beautiful children, Mother Nature Mayer and my little man, Camel Invador Mayer, Daddy loves you."
-Guess who?

What a difference 13 years made.

2006-01-31T22:26:00.000+08:00

Ok so this year's Chinese New Year basically sucked, but here's one of the best moments...

This is me and 3 of my cousins.
That was then.

Yes, that's me.

Stop laughing.

13 years later...
This is now.

Another one.

2006-01-28T17:14:00.000+08:00

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

So yesterday I went out with my classmates to town after class (as usual) and something really funny happened when we were at Gelare having some ice cream...

P.S. The hero of this story shall remain annonymous. He shall be known as... Teh Peng.

P.P.S. Oh ya the person namd Taiko in this story is actually Daniel. The presence of Taiko in the story is totally redundant, I just wanted to put him in cos' I like calling him Taiko. It's funny.

Tiffany: Eh Daniel, what's your Chinese name?

Daniel: Mumbling mumbling mumbling

Tiffany: HUH?! TAIKO??!!

HAHAHA. See? Funny.

Ok anyway.
So here's what happened.

Teh Peng was enjoying his $4-a-scoop ice cream when suddenly...

HAHAHA. So he scooped up the ice cream and put it back into the cone, when 2 minutes later...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ok lah so he didn't actually say f*** sia but that's what he would have said anyway and I bet he was thinking it in his head so it still counts.

Reunion dinner with my family is starting soon. Lots of good food!!
So excited bout CNY.
One word: Newclothes&pineappletarts.

Jake Gyllenhaal says, GONG XI FA CAI, EVERYONE!
Be careful with your ice creams.

A series of unfortunate events.

2006-01-23T21:43:00.000+08:00

My speech on Friday was a total disaster. It was the mother of all screw ups. Just thinking about it makes me want to kill myself.

I dragged myself out of bed at 8am this morning for a 2 hour morning lecture and went all the way to Ngee Ann, only to find out that it had been cancelled at the last minute.

I watched the Victoria's Secret show on Channel 5.

Watching The Notebook (a.k.a. the sappiest movie EVER) last night made me cry.

Watching Romeo and Juliet (for the millionth time) today made me even more sad.

Listening to cheesy love songs made me even more emotional.

AAAAAHHH!!!
Somebody get me some ice cream.

And chocolate.

And shepherd's pie.

And waffles.

And hot dogs.

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

2006-01-18T01:24:00.000+08:00

A quick one here, since he-who-shall-not-be-named-lest-he-pulls-a-funny-stunt-like-this-again-hahaha insists that I have not updated my blog for weeks when in fact it's only been 2 days (at the time of the conversation lah).

I have to study for the stupid $#%^#@ (family-friendly content yeah) Social Psychology test I have tomorrow that I'm so gonna flunk, and I have a million and one other assignments to do, so I don't really have the time nor the energy to at least try and make this vaguely entertaining lah.

Let's see... what did I do today? OH YA I FINALLY WATCHED NEW EPS OF THE O.C.!! Season 3, episodes 4 and 5. Muhahaha thanks Diy. Even though we were supposed to be doing the radio assignment. Hahaha thanks a lot. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEE O.C. man. Thank you Ben Kunde-or-whoever-you-are-the-creator-of-theOC. You have changed my life. Thank you.
Like QH Hilton and Shuyun Ritchie (that's me!) would say: "That's hot."

Ok what else. OH YA SOMETHING DAMN FUNNY HAPPENED TODAY. Here it is, lifted off QH's blog:

"Another funniest thing ever happened in the library room today. As usual Glen was acting genuinely dumb, which is an irony in itself but I guess that is what he does. It all started when a bunch of us were talking about Einstein (no, it's not what you think. We're not that geeky) and this following conversation was carried out:

Glen:
"Einstein is dead, right?"

Everyone else:
(Inserts hysterical laughter and fits and fluster and ambulance arrival)

Someone questions Glen:
"Is Thomas Edison dead?"

Glen:
"Who???"

Everyone else:
(Inserts hysterical laughter and fits and fluster and ambulance arrival no. 2)

Someone questions Glen:
"Is Marilyn Monroe dead?"

Glen:
"No."

Everyone else:
(Inserts hysterical laughter and fits and fluster and ambulance arrival no. 3)

Someone questions Glen:
"Is LKY dead?"

Glen:"No."
(Thank Gawwwwd.)

Someone who was questioning Glen:
"Are you sure?"

Glen:
"No." (Oh Gawwwwwwwwwwd.)

Someone, anyone, please take Glen away before I die of laughter."

LOL I just wasted another 10 minutes of precious assignment time to laugh hysterically to myself at that.

-Another 10 minutes of laughing occurs-

HAHAHAHAHA I really can't stop laughing!!!!! Ok I've wasted too much time on this half-assed piece of crap entry, gotta go study. And I have an 8am class tomorrow.

DAMN YOU SOCPSYCH! DAMN YOU CONTISSUES!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NYDC's new specialty dish.

2006-01-14T01:30:00.000+08:00

"What exactly is the parmesan chicken pasta? Could you perhaps show us what it's like? Maybe a picture or something?"

This is what the waitor brought to our table 5 minutes later...

I love everyone! (Well, almost.)

2006-01-10T19:02:00.000+08:00

Kapok-ed this from Tiffany's blog, it's damn fun.

In no particular order, list down 3 people you talk to online, 4 people you see at school, 2 teachers, 3 people you love going out with and 3 people in your sms inbox.

1. My sister
2. Diyanah
3. Joseph
4. QH
5. Joycelyn
6. Benjamin
7. Derek
8. Mr Liswanto
9. Vanessa
10. Huai Hui
11. Mr Lo
12. Tiffany
13. Glen
14. Adeline
15. Han Loon

So what do you think of number 4?
She's dirty, smelly and dumb. And her eyebrow piercing is damn ugly.
Just kidding lah. What can I say? BabyQ + BabyYun = LuB eUuUzX dEePx dEepz WoRxXx. HAHAHAHAHA! And her piercing is nice.

How do you feel if number 4 slapped your face?
Honestly, if she did it for fun I wouldn't really be surprised. HAHA. But if she really hit me cos' she was angry, I think I would cry.

On the scale of 1 to 10, how good looking do u think number 5 is?
HAHAHA. How appropriate. JAMBU! 11 POINTS! Love her hair! :)

How nice is number 6?
He's a bloody hooligan Ah Beng who hit me so hard and so many times, I had to be sent to the ER (emergency room) at SGH.
Again, kidding. (or maybe not) Hanah hanah nice lah nice lah.

Honestly, if number 8 met an accident, what would you do?
HUH! I would be very upset. He's like, the nicest lecturer/teacher I've ever met.

Would I ever fall for 11?
HAHAHA. *cough*yes*cough*cough*

What if number 1 got a boyfriend?
Er... no comment.

What sport would I play with number 12?
Is shopping a sport?

How much do you like number 12?
On a scale of 1-10, I'd say 10. Although she's damn... hahaha okay nvm. You know what I'm gonna say, Tiff. (dreaded 4-letter word that starts with an 'A') HAHAHAHA.

Would 13 and 7 make a good couple?
LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY GLEN ALWAYS KENA THIS KINDA GAY SHIT?! I'm sorry Glen. I really didn't do it on purpose. Hahahahahaha I can't stop laughing!!!
No comment.
(Insert your own ever-present and ever-funny Glen-is-gay joke)

Do I hate number 9?
Haha NO!! I like her in spite of her flabby fingers. :)

Would 14 one day kill me?
Haha, never.

Who do I like more? 3 or 10?
Oh man. I'm sorry Joe, she IS my best friend. Haha.

Where is the moment when we need it the most?

2006-01-07T22:40:00.000+08:00

It's just one of those days.

Where you just want to lie in bed all day.

Where the rain is falling, the air is cold and wet.

Where you do absolutely nothing at all.

Where nobody is online.

Where you wonder where all your friends have gone.

Where you are hungry, and yet you don't feel like eating.

Where you feel like going out, and yet at the same time you don't feel like it either.

Where there's nothing to watch on TV.

Where you have no books to read.

Where your mind goes into overdrive thinking.

Where you know you should be spending your time doing your assignments, and yet you don't.

Where you sit around and wonder what the hell are you doing with your life.

Another day lived.

Girl, interrupted.

2005-12-30T00:01:00.000+08:00

A wise man once said: Flip a cockroach on its back, it will never get back up and eventually die.

Wise words indeed.

I have learnt that the best way to execute this is to spray a SHITLOAD of Baygon at it until the disgusting creature flips over and dies, all while you are shrieking wildly, jumping around and occasionally but inevitably dashing out of the room.

Now, I am a strong believer in the Buddhist teaching of loving all living things. But come on. What significant purposes do cockroaches serve?! NONE! ZERO! Yes, they may fuel insecticide and 'pestbusters' companies around the world, but so what?! They have NO purpose on Earth.

Bloody hell, all I wanted was to pee. I didn't count on a huge bloody stupid disgusting cockroach crawling around on the shower door! I screamed like there was an actual human invader in my bathroom. Out came the Baygon. To hell with love and peace. I pummelled the fisgusting (that's right, you heard me. FISGUSTING!) creature with insecticide as if there was no tomorrow.
Suddenly, the bitch SPREAD ITS HIDEOUS LITTLE WINGS AND FLEW TOWARDS ME!

I swear I almost had a heart attack.

I ran out of the room screaming. Something I find almost as disturbing as the roach -oh my gawd just saying that word makes me feel filthy- was that NOBODY in my house woke up to find out what the hell was going on. I could be killed by a giant cockroach mutant monster in MY OWN HOME and nobody would come save me. The horrors!!!

So anyway. It finally flipped on its back and lay there in my bathroom, struggling for dear life. I stood 5 metres away in triumphant fear for like 10 minutes. DAMN SCARED THAT IT WAS GOING TO GET UP AND FLY AROUND AGAIN. Ok lah so it died anyway. The damned COCKROACH CARCASS is still in the bathroom, I really don't dare to go near it to dispose of it. FISGUSTING.

Forget diamonds, this is a girl's best friend.

Mind you, I went through a lot to get this picture. While I was waiting for the Baygon official website to load, I had a nagging fear that there would be a flash intro with all kinds of bugs crawling around. Eww. (Of course, there wasn't lah.)

Right now, every little sound makes me think there's a cockroach hiding in the shadows. STAY AWAY FROM ME!! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!

I feel dirty, like they're crawling all over me. Oh my... excuse me, I have to go shower.

T108 HOLIDAY Party.

2005-12-28T00:02:00.000+08:00

22 Dec 2005- T108 HOLIDAY party.

Lazy to type out everything, I'll just let the (many) pictures do the talking.
Great, awesome, wonderful..... "Simply sensational". =)

Everyone minus Tiff. (She took this blurry shot.)
Glen looks great.

HOMEMADE log cake, courtesy of Dian's mum.

Joker.

Ben! Push her once not enough, must push her again?!

Cheers, everyone.

I don't know why I keep getting photographed with the root beer.

Glen is possessed after getting dunked in the pool 3 times.

Where are my specs?!?!?!?!

Most belated birthday present in the history of Mankind.

I believe that's my arm.

Absolut Wodka.

Just a teeny bit drunk?

Yeap. Just a teeny weeny little bit.

There are no words.

Don't ask me why QH's face is like that. Methinks the butt-grabbing depleted all her energy. Haha.

Happy.

Yes, we're still happy.

Yes, we're all apparantly STILL very very happy.

Yes, even Keith.

We are very very -yes, you guessed it,- HAPPY.

Happy holidays, my lovely classmates. You crazy, wonderful bunch of lunatics.

What's the story, morning glory?

2005-12-24T01:53:00.000+08:00

There's nothing else I want more.

Serendipity.

Just shoot me.

2005-12-20T22:39:00.000+08:00

Stupid grammar test.

At least there's the Christmas party with my classmates on Thursday. I can't wait, it's gonna be great.

In the meantime, comma splice, nouns, verbs, faulty parallelism, adjectives, sentence fragments, adverbs, subject-verb disagreements and dangling modifiers rule the day.

I wait for you.

2005-12-18T02:18:00.000+08:00

"You say you are waiting for something. I say to you, yes. We all wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"You. I wait for you."

- The Terminal

I don't really have a point.

2005-12-11T00:22:00.000+08:00

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's....

CITY AMINAH!!!!

also known as Yeo Qianhua.

We were in the Ngee Ann library... I was reading my magazine, minding my own business... suddenly I looked up... my dear friend had decided to convert to Islam.

It's just a normal a scarf, in case you can't tell. Diyanah somehow managed to fashion it into a tudom for her, hahahahaha.

My two Malay friends.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA damn funny lah.

Speaking of the library, I had a conversation in the library with Diy the other day that was particularly funny, at least to me -

Me (Upon seeing a computer terminal with the sign "For staff and FMS students only) : Why only FMS students? How come so special?

Diy: (short pause, then in a very matter-of-fact tone) : Aiyah, cos we're hot what!

Hahahaha.

Then when we were leaving the library, there were this 2 guys stationed outside the library aiming a camera at the entrance for some reason.

Diy: Wa, papparazzi leh.

Hahahahahahaha.

We almost got locked in the library, cos we were there rushing out an assignment until closing time. This prompted us to contemplate, who would we have called if we really got locked in? Office? Closed already, cannot. Diy call her boyfriend also no use lah. And I don't even have a boyfriend to call, boo hoo. Call our friends and cry? Mr Sharpe, our advisor? We would need his advice, hahaha. Only person (people?) to call would be the police. Very very drama, haha.

On a totally unrelated note, I saw this Christmas trailer on Ch 5 that has ELECTRICO in it!! ELECTRICO!!! AHHHHH!!! The ad is awesome. They somehow managed to take some lame song about Ch 5 being home and make it sound great. I wish they would just play the ad over and over and over again.

ELECTRICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah that photo was really out of point. It's just a pretty picture that's all.

On an even more unrelated note, I'm tired. I was up all night last night reading Dan Brown's Digital Fortress. I only went to bed at 7am, and when I woke up I spent the rest of the day finishing the book. For some strange reason, I like falling asleep in at 7am. When the first signs of daylight are peeking through my curtains and the room is bathed in a dull dusk. I find it really comforting. Anyway, the book was quite good. Joe had told me previously that the storyline twist until his balls dropped. HAHAHAHA. Yeah, Joe. If I had balls, they would have dropped too. SHOCKING LIKE CRAZY INSANE HELL PLOT TWIST man. Anyway. The point is, I'm tired, i'm sick of writing crap, I'm going to bed now, this entry is lame and I really don't have a point. So there, bye.

Daughters.

2005-12-04T20:03:00.000+08:00

A recurring nightmare. Bits and pieces swim around in my mind as I struggle to recall the details, but the big picture is clear - I am running. Running away. From him. Trapped. Taken. Then, when nobody is paying attention, I break away and run. Run till my lungs beg for mercy, run till my feet lift off the ground. Fear and dread, like lightning running through my veins. Into the train. Meandering through the crowd, strange faces - none willing to help me - hoping nobody would recognise me. Has he caught up with me? Is he behind me? What will he do to me if he catches me? Complete terror engulfs me, the same way a bonfire licks the firewood. Run. Run faster. Run faster.

My eyes snap wide open. A pounding jackhammer in my chest. A thin film of perspiration veils my face. I sit up in bed, gasping for breath.

More than 10 years on, even when he's not around anymore, I'm still running.

My own flesh and blood.

Today.

2005-11-30T00:05:00.000+08:00

"So sorry I'm late, guys. I fell asleep on the bus, missed my stop and had to take a bus back."

"Check out the top of the Ngee Ann Christmas tree man."

"Come up with a radio ad for Ngee Ann FMS. You have 1 hour. Come back at 1.15pm."

"Why don't you just assign us our groups?"

"Ride with FMS."

"Canteen 2's the only place we can print this."

"The fish is good."

"Ya, I don't mind eating like, 10 more pieces."

"You all gotta accompany me till 5 ok?!?!?!"

"Eh, why you got no backside wan?!"

"I have lah, I HAVE!"

"ZHAO JIONG XIONG!"

"ZHAO PANDA!!"

"So, will the lift stop at 7th floor before it reaches the 8th?"

"Tiny little baby frog, SO CUTE!!! AHHHH!!"

"Don't step on it! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"No secrets? Pinky promise?"

"We had a secret meeting without you lah, you're out of the cool clique!"

"Bye! Bye! Bye! Bye! Bye!"

"Take bus lah ok, guys? Save on cab fare then we can go eat good food on Friday."

"Hey, I saw you at the bridge! Haha."

"I cooked potato soup and omelette k. Must eat your dinner!"

"Don't forget your medicine. One flu tablet, one full tablespoon of cough syrup. One full spoon, ah? Must be full! Don't forget!"

"Okay."

"Good night."

WHOOPEEDEEDOODAH

2005-11-27T22:52:00.000+08:00

"Fit as many people as you can into a 9-seater SUV, winning group will win $10k and each team member will get a Samsung phone each."

Well, I'm very very very proud and happy to say that WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know, oh my Voda Voda right?!?!?! DAMN EXCITING!!!! DAMN HAPPY!!!! DAMN WOW!!! DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You should try having 2 butts crushing your ribcage and stomach and cutting off your oxygen supply, it's really FUN man.

We were AWESOME ok! We totally kicked butt. 50 people, fitted in the car in 5 minutes (The time limit was 8 mins). That's right, 50!! F-I-F-T-Y! 五十!!

We kick butt. We rock and you other teams suck. TEAM CHERYL, YEAH!!!

I'm really really EXTREMELY HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Update- As I read this post again I realised what a stunning display of primary school vocabulary the whole thing was. But hey, don't blame me... that's what happens WHEN YOU ARE IN A STATE OF TOTAL EUPHORIA.
MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

When you're happy and you know it clap your hands!!!!!

With reference to the last entry...

2005-11-25T20:52:00.000+08:00

You know who's perfect?

That's right. JAKE.

Imperfectly perfect.

2005-11-24T21:10:00.000+08:00

I'm nowhere near perfect.

Sometimes, I talk with food in my mouth.

I worry way too much.

I talk and laugh way too loud.

I say and do the stupidest things sometimes.

I annoy even myself sometimes.

I'm an extreme person - I'm either very happy or very unhappy. I either work my butt off or slack abovementioned butt off. You get the idea.

I have a rather bad temper.

My room is always a mess - even if I've cleaned it 3 days before.

I can get really impatient with people.

I have the attention span of a 1 year old.

I have an unhealthy obsession with buying new clothes.

I have crooked teeth.

I whine too much sometimes.

I seriously hate studying. I find no meaning in studying and refuse to study for tests.

For some reason, I always develop crushes on guys I can't have.

I overanalyse everything.

I admit it, I am only nice to certain people when I need something from them.

I am a scumbag who is really impatient with her mum.

I tell a white lie from time to time.

I can be pretty bossy I guess.

I talk too much.

I talk too much.

I talk too much.

I talk too much.

I'm nowhere near perfect. But I'm trying. I'm trying.

"The weather is damn gay man."

2005-11-18T23:11:00.000+08:00

I'm gonna pepper this post with some memorable quotes from some of my classmates, ok? The next paragraph is dedicated to them anyway. The name of the person quoted will be in brackets in blue next to the quote itself.

"Greetings, my loyal fans." (Keith the King)

Went to Holland V (for the 10 millionth time in 2 weeks) just now for dinner (cos, "Hungry lah!" - Joycelyn/Diy) with a couple of my classmates. Man, I really love my classmates. I'm gonna be damn sad when we split up into different tutorial groups in Year 2. I think it's great how we are like one big family and don't let the competitive nature of our course take over. Maybe I'm being a little naive and starry eyed lah, since the working world is not like that (a huge bed of yellow friendship roses) anyway, but hey. They really make every moment in school truly fun and wonderful. "Simply sensational", (A very wise man, Ben Tay) man!!

You know what else I love? Holland V. I think I can hang out there everyday and not get sick of it, hahaha. Nice restaurants. Nice bars (that I never go to anyway). Nice people. Nice factory outlet. Nice magazine stands. Nice laksa. Nice everything lah. Pet shop. Pet shop. Did I mention pet shop? Anyway. You get my point. I really love Holland V. And I seriously dread the day when the MRT station being built there now is up and running. Then it will become super commercialised, DAMN ANNOYING. Argh. Don't try to act atas by claiming you hang out at Holland V k! THAT'S MY JOB! "KNNCCB!" (Joan, the most amusing (in a good way!) person I have ever met.) I was into Holland V way before your MRT station and Holland V TV show ok! I hate trends. Really haaaaaaate trends.
An example? Ellen Degeneres. Stop calling her freakin' Dory!! She's one of the greatest commediens on the face of this Earth ok! And my fave one at that! I haaaaateeee it when people just pretend to be into her because "She's Dory!!" You don't know anything ok! "There's only me, my sister and Raymond Goh ok! NOBODY ELSE!!!" (My sister said this. And to this, I say... "Ok, and, yeah!" - sorry, inside joke.)

This is totally out of point but my speech (for SpeechComm, everyone has to make one in class) went quite haywire man. Stage fright does insane things to you. It makes all proper pronounciation and enunciation go out the window, makes you talk abnormally loud, makes you forget one of your major main points, makes you overly enthusiastic to steroid level and makes you forget everything you have learnt from your mistakes made in past speeches. But listening to everyone's speech was pretty hilarious. "GPS ACTIVATE!!!!!" (Glen) <-- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA till I cry (QH style)

"BACKSTREET!!!!!!!!!!!!" (Natalie, my favourite General Manager)

Stupid QH and her stupid clown story. Damn freaky. I'm so traumatised. I don't think I can sleep tonight. I'm such a scaredy cat. I really hate scary stories.
TRAUMATISED!!!!!!!

A picture of muh precioooouuusssss Jake Gyllenhaal, just for the heck of it.

-The Abrupt End-
(Simply because I can.)

Just half an hour more...

2005-11-16T21:11:00.000+08:00

Here's me working on my SpeechComm assignment.

1. Boot up laptop.

2. Sign in to MSN.

3. MSN for an hour.

4. Tired lah, go take a short nap. 1 hour can already.

5. Wake up 3 hours later.

6. MSN again.

7. Start up Microsoft Word.

8. Later then start doing the assignment lah, go eat dinner first.

9. Minimise Microsoft Word.

10. After dinner, come back to room and sit in front of laptop again.

11. Stare at blank document on Mic Word for 15 minutes.

12. Minimise Mic Word.

13. MSN.

14. Go to thesuperficial.com. Disappointed at lack of updates. Decide to browse quickly through the archives. Spend 10 minutes staring at a picture of Gisele Bundchen and wishing I was lesbian/male.

15. Tell myself to close thesuperficial window. Just after I read this page. One page only, I promise.

16. 23 pages later, open Mic Word again.

17. Stare at the blank document for another 10 minutes.

18. Open assignment brief file.

19. Read the first paragraph.

20. Minimise.

21. MSN.

21. Maximise Mic Word again. Type out 1 sentence. Read it another 3 times, then hit backspace.

22. MSN.

23. Close laptop.

24. Watch television.

25. MSN.

25. Spend half an hour updating blog with a damn ironic post about procrastination. (Geddit? Cos I'm procrastinating. And writing a piece about procrastination. Ha, I'm funny.)

-Update-
Yes, I plagiarised the writing style of this post from somewhere, I can't remember exactly where. Forgive me. As you can see, I am way too busy to come up with innovative new styles of writing.

Don't destroy young artists' dreams.

Shutterbug

2005-11-15T01:18:00.000+08:00

Some shots I've taken over the past 2 years...

Bliss.
Bangkok 2005 at Chatuchak Market.

"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wildflower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."
-Auguries of Innocence, William Blake

Bangkok, 2005

A mother's love
Bangkok, 2005

Untitled
Bangkok, 2005

Hope
Bangkok, 2005

Trapped.
Er... my room window, 2004

Er........ COCONUTS!!!! =)
Bangkok, 2005

So how? Any kind souls want to sponsor me a SLR?

Pretty please?

"Die already lah!!"

2005-11-14T22:18:00.000+08:00

Ahhhhhhh... the night before an assignment deadline.
Just like the good ol' Bauhaus days.

With every waking breath I breathe.

2005-11-12T21:42:00.000+08:00

You go through every mundane day, a life of superficiality and unawareness, then something like that happens and it hits you like a ton of bricks. And it hurts. Your heart literally aches for that person's pain. You wish that there was something that you could do or say that would erase her anguish.
You ask that same cliched question that visits on, unfortunately, a regular basis: Why is life so unfair? Why do good people get punished, while other less worthy ones lead charmed lives?
Your mind can't help but be triggered to flashback on that very same experience that you went through a year ago. Memories seep through your veins.
That sad pain in your chest grows even deeper.
You think to yourself, how can the world go on? Do they not know the pain I'm going through? How can they continue like nothing's happened?
But it does.
The birds continue to chirp in the mornings.
The tides change as per normal.
The sun still rises in the East and sets in the West.
People continue to be inconsiderate on public transport.
Life goes on.
It has to.

You know who you are: I'm here for you 24/7 if you need me. No matter what, know that you're not alone and that you have people who love and care about you. Be strong.

Poetry in motion.

2005-10-31T23:48:00.000+08:00

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You definitely don't deserve that AD,
I strongly dislike every fibre of your incompetent being,
And if murder wasn't a crime,
I'd probably at least attempt to kill you.

Sunflowers are yellow,
Gerberas are orange.
What an anti-climax,
You didn't even say hello.
Don't make me strongly dislike you too.

Lilies are white,
With a splash of dark pink.
I've gained so much insulation,
I probably can't be electrocuted.

Chrynsenthemums are yellow,
But can also be white or purple.
They are odourless.
Like my feet.

Voda Voda

2005-10-29T01:42:00.000+08:00

Pointless ramblings.

If you care about what I've been doing these past 7 weeks,
read on.

SEE?! YOU DO CARE!!!
I knew it. You love me, you REALLY love me!!
Muhahahahaha.

Anyway.
I'm actually quite excited about school on Monday. I like lectures! Er yeah that's pretty much it. I don't like tutorials.
What an unproductive holiday.

Noteworthy events in the past 7 weeks:

1. Invasion of Changi Airport by the Babies

Where we met (er ok, saw? came across?) 3 guys we like to call Matt, Mike and Josh.

They're from Chicago, living in Singapore and studying in Overseas Family School. They're only in the departure hall cos "they're going back to Chicago but they will come home in 3 weeks!" (Guess who said this.)

And yes, we made that story up.

I miss my babies.

2. Keynes' Birthday.

His 13TH birthday, mind you.

To celebrate his eternal youth, Huai Hui and I gave him a bomb.

Yeah, he's actually really 17.

3. The most bizarre bus ride in history.

It started out really....really..........really......really.........really......
sloooooooooooowwwwwwwwww..................

So serloooooooooowwwwwwwwww..................
We were sooo bored that....

We decided to get married.

All of a sudden....................................

After travelling at 20 km/h for like, 2 hours...........

The bus SPED UP!! Like, VROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!

SOMEBODY GET US A SEATBELT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Funny.

Probably the only fruitful thing I have done in the past 7 weeks is work. And that didn't end very well either. (No, I did not get fired or anything like that. If you know what happened, then you know. If you don't, then you don't. Yeah. That's it.)
Marnie marnie marnie marnie MARNIEEEEE!!!! (Apprentice theme song style.) 2 November, baby. Uh huh.
How?!
I haven't studied yet. OH MY VODA VODA. DIE ALREADY LAH. How?! Haven't studied!!! I'm so gonna fail. (hahahahaha, inside joke here.)

I promise, I am going to do something productive this weekend while I still have the time.
I am going to.....
Drumroll.............

CLEAN AND "REVAMP" MY ROOM!

No, really, I'm going to.

I hope.
Wish me luck.
Procrastination will not get the better of me!!!

Retail therapy.
Heals the soul.
Uh huh.

My entries are getting quite pointless. I think my blog's getting pretty stale.
The quality of my recent posts have definitely fallen.
Not that I'm saying that it was superfantabulous in the first place. *cough cough*
I don't really like blogging about what I did today and that kinda crap.
Therefore, this post sucks.

Maybe I should just abandon it. Hurhur.

A very important announcement.

2005-10-26T01:09:00.000+08:00

Has anyone noticed...
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Channel Newsasia has INCREASED THE FONT SIZE OF THE TEXT IN THE CRAWLER AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN!!!!

Seriously. It's HUMONGOUS!!!

HAHAHA!!!!!!!

Shit hits the fan.

2005-10-22T14:56:00.000+08:00

I'm in such DEEP SHIT.

WHY was I so STUPID?! There's no other word for it other than pure STUPIDITY.

Please let everything be ok. Please let everything be alright. My entire life depends on this. I've accumulated so much good karma, please spare me!!! I promise I'll be good!!! Please let everything be ok. Please let everything be alright.

For the first time in my life, I'm actually praying.

Please let everything be ok.
Please let everything be alright.

Me, me, me.

2005-10-18T22:35:00.000+08:00

Wow, it's been more than a week since my last entry. Thou shalt not let thy weblog rot away.

Don't blame me. I've lost the overwhelming urge to blog ever since I lost my precious wallet. I'm in mourning for my beautiful, brand new Volcom wallet. It's the most gorgeous wallet ever. It has this really cool graphic outline of a red-haired girl printed on it. Boo hoo hoo. Here's how much I lost - Wallet $39. IC- $100 to replace. Student card- $20 to replace. EZ-link card - Bout $10 to replace. POSB card- $5 to replace. $60 cash. So in total, I lost $234. Plus, the wallet itself is irreplaceable. It's sold out.
Just shoot me.

Looking at the police report doesn't help either.

Great to know how seriously the Singapore Police Force is treating this.

Why not just type the entire report in IRC language, why don't you?

I've been a on real unlucky streak ever since I lost my wallet.
1. The day after (Sat)
Went to the bank in the morning to replace my ATM card. Overslept. Strike 1. Spent an hour looking for my watch to no avail. Strike 2. Finally took a bus down to the nearest bank, at Jurong Pt, when I reached there, found the bank to be CLOSED FOR RENOVATION. Strike 3. So I took a bus down to the next nearest bank. Fine, queue up queue up, 10 million yrs later finally done. So when I passed by Jurong Pt on my way back, I realised that there was a big sign at the entrance of JP saying that the bank had been temporarily moved to Level 2 of the mall. Strike 4.

2. It turns out that I left my watch at my brother's place when I was there a few days ago. (This is a damn expensive watch by the way. And I can't function without a watch. I feel naked without my watch.) Wonderful. So I had to go down to my brother's place in freakin WOODLANDS (I live in Jurong) to get it. Strike 5. So anyway when I finally went down to get it, THE BATTERY WAS DEAD. I had to pay a whopping $16 to change the battery. GREAT. Strike 6.

3. A couple of days later. I purposely woke up early to go swimming. I thought hey, I could use the exercise. And get a glorious tan in the process. So I went all the way down to the pool at Buona Vista (I don't like to go to the nearby pool at Jurong East Complex, I always bump into people from sec sch there and it sucks.) So I sat there for no more than 20 minutes, WHEN IT STARTED TO RAIN. HEAVILY. Thunderstorm, mind you. Strike 7. So I waited in the shelter for about 10 mins, the rain didnt seem like it was going to stop, so fine. I showered, changed and left. Went to Holland V nearby. So then while I was sitting in Holland V having my lunch, suddenly....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4. While I was working.
During breaks. Kept spilling food on my WHITE uniform. The pants.
On my way home. Blurly (Is there such a word?) took the wrong train, ended up having to reach Jurong by the Woodlands line. Took me freaking 2 hours to reach home when it should have taken 1!

Strike 8483874823748927340109312!!!!

You tell me I'm not overreacting. All this happened in the span of ONE WEEK.
REALLY SUAY, OK?!
Yes, while I realise that this is nowhere as bad as the starving 5 year old AIDS-stricken kid in Africa.
BUT STILL.

I need some holy water. 4 leaf clovers. Rabbit's foot. ANYTHING! Good luck, come to me!!

By the way. I accidently did something to screw up the site's code, so the all the text in the sidebar and my previous entries have been changed to italics, making it difficult to read. I can't figure out how to fix it, bear with me here.

Anyway.
I've also been rather busy the past week. Working and stuff. For those not in the know, I spent the whole of last weekend working at a roadshow for Hoyu selling hair dye. (Er yeah, I don't know why but my friends laughed when they heard I was selling hair dye. Why, mama, why?)

You know, Hoyu as in Bigen? Bigen Prominous? That super atrocious ad some time back with the very cheeeeeeeeeeena Phyllis Quek declaring in purrfect English, "No TANKS, I'll use Prominous at home. Professional RESULS at home with Bigen Prominous." Oh, and Currensia too. That's the ad with the very gorgeous Denise Keller (who incidently looks really weird in the ad) flipping her hair like a deranged Cameron Diaz with like, 46 wind machines blowing at her.

Shall not bore everyone with the details. Let's just say that by the end of each 13-hour day for that torturous 3 days, my legs and feet felt like they were gonna be paralysed. And my back hurt like the 124th level of hell. I would imagine that this is the type of physical pain a heavily pregnant woman would face. I don't know why my feet hurt so badly this time, it's not like I haven't worked before. When I was working as a cashier previously, I would also be standing for the entire day. Maybe it's because the breaks were 1/2 hr this time around. Luckily I had Suyu, my partner in crime, to suffer together with. Somehow, we manage to get ourselves in "trouble" everywhere we go. This time was no exception. It was pretty funny. Very reminiscent of the wonderful times in class in Sec 4 when Mr Fong sent us to stand at opposite ends of the classroom. HA! Hilarious.

Taking photos when we really should be selling the crap out of that dye.

Suyu and I couldn't stop laughing at this lovely auntie sitting directly in front of us at BK. She's wearing a damned GOWN to Burger King. Classic example of aunties who shouldn't wear tight clothes. Please refer to her midsection. And (very) visible panty lines. And she kept removing her purple butterfly hairclip from her oily hair and putting it back again.

Shall not say anymore. A picture speaks a thousand words.
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I'm sorry. I know it's really mean to make fun of people like that. But HEY. If you saw her you would do the same too!!! Plus, we were bored shitless lah.

As you can see, we were very happy with ourselves at having sneaked off into the deserted food court downstairs to errrr... take a SHORT break.

Hoyu Girl, Version 2.0

(In case you don't get the joke, the vest is supposed to be unzipped and the string left untied.)

That's Denise Keller. She came down on the second day to bullshit people about the product. Ya. She's really gorgeous in real life. She's so skinny but she has muscles. Cos she does yoga.
I'm gonna make a sorta bimbotic comment now. She was wearing this outfit that I think is pretty cute. A really pretty beaded top, brilliantly mismatched (I'm not being sarcastic here) with jeans and Adidas Superstar sneakers.

I'll never be able to carry that off.

I think this is a pretty pointless entry.

I can't think of a witty way to end, so I'll just go with..........................

Hit me baby one more time!!!!!!!!!

Er... ya.
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"When you love someone
But it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones.
And I will try to fix you."

A letter to Mr Gyllenhaal.

2005-10-11T00:18:00.000+08:00

Dear Jake,

Jake: Who, me?

Me: Of course I'm talking to you, you hot little lollipop.

Jake: Silly ol' me. Of course you're talking to me. Can I help you, my darling?

Me: *blush* Well, Jake. I just wanted to present to you...

9 reasons why Jake Gyllenhaal should marry me

9. I am hotter than Kirsten Dunst!!!!

versus...

Not forgetting...

SEE?!?! Open your eyes. Would you rather date someone who looks like a Precious Moments doll or a vampire?

8. We have similiar interests.

I love softball and baseball too!!!!!

Except for a particularly embarrasing incident whereby the rock hard ball hit me in the mouth, causing me to lose my balance and fall flat on my back rather unglamourously, I am pretty good at the sport! (REALLY!!) The coach even asked me (MORE THAN ONCE) to join the school team! So there. I bet Kirsten doesn't even know her third base from her home plate, huh?!

DOGS!!!

As everyone knows, I love dogs. Period.
In fact, I love them more than humans.
With the exception of you, of course.

I love reading too!!!!! Er... and horses too!

7. I am a graceful ballerina!

Nuff' said.

6. I stand by my friends, no matter what.

Even if they have committed heinous crimes.

5. I won a beauty pagaet once.

True story.
Kirsten got kicked out in the first round.

4. I am very, very alert.

I can spot suspicious looking items a mile away.

3. I am a princess.

Princess FIONA, mind you. Semi-ruler of Never-never Land.

2. I have astounding artistic talent.

Look! I made this when I was just a teeny weeny lil' kid.
I bet Kirsten has the artistic talent of a goat.

1. Simply because, I love you so.

More than Kirsten even will!
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How bout' that?

So, will you marry me?
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Lost in Translation.

2005-10-09T20:30:00.000+08:00

Perhaps, most of the time, in one way or another, they do not see her there. Perhaps they see her, but they do not see her completely. Almost as if one were standing in front of a painting or photograph, totally unconscious of its deeper hidden significant meaning. Her innermost thoughts. Her psyche. Her hopes. Her fears. Her desires. Her dreams. Her innate nature. Perhaps, they are too absorbed in themselves and their own perceptions that they are unable to see past everything. The shell. The repressed contents. Bruised and scarred. Like the way a plaster covers a wound. What she chooses to show, a part of her soul that she reveals. Underneath it all. Ignored. Seen in a different light, perhaps. A different perspective. Her perspective, maybe. They live in a perception-based reality. Is that what you think she is all about? She shall be that then. The truth is what we perceive it to be.

She doesn't want the world to see her, because she doesn't think that they'd understand.

A pearl. Glistening in the shadows.

Excuse my fucking language.

2005-10-07T19:43:00.000+08:00

KNNCCB

I FUCKING LOST MY FUCKING WALLET.

fucking bastard who took my wallet. i hope you fucking die and burn in a fiery inferno for all eternity in the lowest level of hell.

how bloody unlucky can i be.

once again, karma has failed me.

Of underwear and earphones.

2005-10-05T21:35:00.000+08:00

Teenage Dirtbag: You're close enough to see that says:
i dunno what to blog about.

hardcore gamers shld just perish frm the surface of the earth. says:
blog abt panties

life brought me to u.. says:
she has a panty that says i love boys

life brought me to u.. says:
i haf a g string

Teenage Dirtbag: You're close enough to see that says:
i hv a thong with a cow on it

life brought me to u.. says:
and ive got alot of hush puppies boxers

And so began an in-depth discussion on each others' underwear collection.

**Names have been changed for privacy reasons.

I'm sure that Wee Hong Giap and Huang Huai Hui wouldn't want me broadcasting their taste in underwear.

By the way. The tags left for the previous entry, I found them pretty amusing. I didn't want to erase them by replying on the tagboard. So here are my replies -
Jean a.k.a. JI - I KNOW it's you. Go ahead, bomb me with fermented oranges. LOL.
HuaiHui - 1*beep*2 you right back!
QH - HAHAHAHA. EVERYTHING reminds us of her. VAKE UP! I need to take my 4 hour shower!!!

Anyway.

Who wants to buy me new earphones?

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Over the sea and far away,
She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change.
But she's cold inside,
She wants to be like the water.

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iTunes is playing an illegal copy of: Brown Sugar by The Rolling Stones
That is if you care, of course.

Terd of Orktohberr Oh Fi

2005-10-03T19:52:00.000+08:00

Random thoughts -

I hope you terrorists grow a bajillion pimples on your disgusting faces and die from the gargantuan amount of yellow pus poisoning your evil evil brains!!!!!!!!

A world without Al-Qaeda and JI.

I love cantaloupe gelato.

CareBear adoption centre.

Ellen Degeneres rocks my socks.

I hate Maia Lee. And another hateful, hateful, hateful, hateful girl who coincidently, also has the surname Lee.

No, I don't have a vendetta against Lees! Lees rock my honey caramel socks. Except for Maia Lee and Lee _______ of course.

I hate Stella Ng too. The most act-cute girl on the face of this Earth. PULL OUT HER UGLY RED HAIR AND STAPLE HER MOUTH SHUT.

The Joy Luck Club.

Tomorrow is the 4th of October.

Quentin Tarentino movies.

I really really regret not saying yes.

I want Junk Food tees.

Seinfeld is the best TV show eveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrr.

It's all her fault!!

I kinda miss school.

Designed in California, Made in China.

William Blake's Auguries of Innocence.

Chocolate waffles.

Find the dy by dx of this equation.

Men in uniform.

I don't care how uncool it is, I love badminton.

The Way You Look Tonight.

"Oranges are fermented with bacteria to make citric acid."
"P is for PIG, not Phosphorus."

New York City.

The smell of the air after a heavy rain.

I love dogs.

Ok, I'll spare everyone the agony and stop now.
I actually want to write about how it seems that one can't blog about anything these days without risking getting suspended, expelled, shut down or sued for libel.
In case you don't know, some girl from a JC in Singapore got herself suspended for flaming a teacher on her blog. (the teacher scolded her for wearing a short skirt.) Apparantly, the teacher "couldn't stand to see prettier and sexier girls than herself". (I'm quoting from memory but it was somewhere along those lines.) She then proceeded to call the teacher a spinster. Also, one of my favourite blogs, http://botakgorrilla.blogspot.com apparantly got closed down by NUS because of a post about how screwed up CORS (I think its a tertiary version of JAE) is.
*Disclaimer: Of course, i'm not encouraging everyone to go insult innocent people on their blogs lah.

But then again. As I started to write more and more, I couldn't hold back my usual sarcasm, bitchiness and in this case, some serious frustration. And yes, I'm perfectly happy with my liquid assets, thank you very much. I don't want to lose my 97-inch TV, my precious laptop, my wonderful dark green Havainas, my John Mayer CDs and my pretty Gucci clothes because i blogged about how wonderfully perfect our country's education system is.

So, from now on, I will only blog about rainbows, pink cotton candy, glittery ponies, candy canes and clouds that look like bunnies.

Ah Girl, WE'RE RICH!!!

2005-09-28T13:59:00.000+08:00

The perils of your folks owning a PC.

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time...
A certain short-haired Chinese 17 yr old girl, student number s10022870J, (Let's call her Teenage Dirtbag) was innocently sitting in her room, minding her own business, MSN-ing her sister.
When suddenly...

tay yangyang says:
mom is MAD

tay yangyang says:
she just called me

tay yangyang says:
got fooled by some pop up window which claimed she's todays grand prize winner of god knows what
tay yangyang says:
and she ask me if she should call

Teenage Dirtbag: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea????!!!! TAY SHUYUN!!!!! says:
LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tay yangyang says:
can u pls go look

tay yangyang says:
wahahahahhahahahahaha

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cue hysterical laughter from Yangyang and Teenage Dirtbag.

As if this wasn't enough...
5 minutes later, she walks over to her mum in the next room.

Her: "Simi million dollar prize??"
Mum: "Got another one leh, Free screensaver!!"

And they lived happily ever after.
-The End-

I rest my case.

"Someone else to get this drift."

2005-09-28T01:07:00.000+08:00

She is parked in front of a certain 2.78 kg laptop at 1.07 am typing away, staring blankly at the 15-inch screen. A blank void except for the tapping sounds of the keys and Michael Buble crooning softly. "Say it's me that you adore... for now and ever more. That's all... that's all."

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Sitting, waiting, wishing.

Life.

2005-09-25T01:40:00.000+08:00

An old man turned 98,
He won the lottery,
Died the next day.
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay.
It's a death row pardon
2 minutes too late.

It's like rain on your wedding day,
It's a free ride when you've already paid.
It's the good advice that you just didn't take.
And who would've thought,
It figures.

Mr Play-it-safe was afraid to fly.
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye.
He waited his whole damned life to take that flight.
And as the plane crashed down, he thought...
Well, isn't this nice.

A traffic jam when you're already late.
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break.
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.
It's meeting the man of my dreams...
And then meeting his beautiful wife.

Isn't it ironic.......?

- Ironic, Alanis Morissette

TO: LIM SUYU

2005-09-24T14:37:00.000+08:00

SUYU!!!!!

HAPPY BELATED 17TH BIRTHDAY!!!

so sorry for the late greeting man. sorrrrrryyyyyy...!

anyway, happy birthday!! WO AI NI!! hehe =)

Give it to me, baby!

2005-09-23T10:23:00.000+08:00

The only good thing about waking up early.

Dangles on a string, like slow-spinning redemption.

2005-09-21T00:30:00.000+08:00

Someday.

Someday, I'll come up with the most brilliant ad campaign ever.

Someday, I'll produce the most insightful, fantastic and critically acclaimed trailers.

Someday, I'll have my dream job, whatever that is.

Someday, I'll get my New York minute.

Someday, I'll be able to buy my mum an Osim chair.

Someday, I'll finally find the perfect Milo peng.

Someday, I'll be in the front row of a John Mayer concert.

Someday, they'll all just wake up their ideas and stop causing Grandma heartache.

Someday, I'll meet Ellen Degeneres, Lee Kuan Yew, John Mayer and the Carebears.

Someday, the sight of Tan Tock Seng Hospital won't bring all the crap memories back.

Someday, NP will finally realise how stupid CATS is and abolish it.

Someday, the world would be saved from Californiacation.

Someday, I'll watch Pulp Fiction.

Someday, I'll have 2 golden retrievers named Sam and Blondie.

Someday, the wishes of beauty queens all around the world would be fulfilled with the dawning of world peace.

Someday, I'll be able to play guitar like Jimi Hendrix.

Someday, the Singapore government would stop tearing down historic buildings/structures/whatever.

Someday, I'll taste the best chilli crabs on Earth.

Someday, inconsiderate and moronic behavior displayed by some people on public transport would cease to exist.

Someday, I'll find him and we'll live happily ever after.

Someday, I'll own all the Seinfeld DVDs.

Someday, Channel 5 would have a 'Whose Line Is It Anyway' marathon.

Someday, I'll stop making excuses and lying around on my lazy ass and start playing sports.

Someday I'll own a vintage Mini Cooper and/or a Vespa.

Someday, you'll know how you have the ability to always make the corners of my mouth turn upwards.

Someday, we'll finally figure out the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle.

Someday, 50 years down the road, nothing about our friendship would have changed.

Someday, when I'm old, white-haired and unable to chew solid food, I will look at this and hopefully, smile.

Someday I'll learn to stop whining and be truly content with everything I have now.

In the meantime... Quote from Before Sunset, one of my favourite movies:

Jesse: "Do you think it's true that if we never wanted anything, we'd never be unhappy?"

Celine: "Not wanting anything, isn't that a sign of depression?"

To you fools at Apple.

2005-09-18T21:09:00.000+08:00

iPod Nano, huh?

Well.....................

I think this (iTouch) is way better.

Uh huh.

Seriously speaking lah...

2005-09-18T01:41:00.000+08:00

WHY are guys so obsessed with gaming?!???!?!!?!?!?!?!?!

I wish all Xboxes in the world would explode into 8473284828943 pieces.

Blank.

2005-09-17T01:23:00.000+08:00

Warning: The following image will MELT YOUR HEART.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Isn't she the most adorable thing you have ever seen in your entire life?! =D
(That's my niece, Clarissa.)

More!

Another niece, Felicity (yes, they have cheem names.) And yes, that's a tiara I'm wearing.
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It's like that dream, where you scream and scream and scream and scream but just... nothing. Not a sound is heard. Muted.
The way we were. The way we were.

"You're aching, you're breaking and I can see the pain in your eyes. Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same..."

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Of chocolate-coated strawberries and chocolate waffles.

The Way We Were.

2005-09-15T01:19:00.000+08:00

The good ol' days.

Where the 7 of us stayed up all night on that sticky leather sofa, sat at a coffeeshop for 5 hours and such, talking. Just talking.

Buttered prawns and breakdancing at Marina.
Doing our ridiculous "ke ke ke" rap on the MRT. Singing "Leaving on a Jet Plane" at the airport.
Cleaning the driveway after the barberque.
Little Pony and Care Bear routines.
YMCA dance at prom.
Doodling on napkins at Billy Bombers.
Kungfu Chaos marathons.

"The way we were."

Ugly photos.

2005-09-14T00:29:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry guys, this is just too funny, I HAVE a moral obligation to share it with the world.

Here are some horrible (but hilarious) pictures taken by QH at lunch. I think she can be a paparazzi photographer in future, she's good at taking ugly photos of people.

Merger is bad (and funny) -

(Keith's eyes look really weird in this pic. I've disguised his identity, lest he eats me for his breakfast.) LOOK AT THE MUSHROOM. hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAHAHA! This is what happenes when you try to avoid getting your picture taken.
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Ok lah guys, don't be angry k? I'll even post an ugly picture of myself, just to even the score...

Hen hao xiao.

Untitled.

2005-09-13T19:04:00.000+08:00

It's happened. The semester has finally, officially ended. I can now say that I've been to hell and back. It feels so weird, it's so surreal. I keep thinking, shit I have work to do, why am I still slacking around?! Then it hits me. Liberation.

It's been one helluva 3 months. Throughout the whole thing, it seemed like time flew real quickly, and yet it was slow and torturous. An endless slew of deadlines, that's what it was. It was almost like there at least one deadline every single day. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. I really learnt a lot though. Like how to work with people. When people are under that insane amount of pressure and workload, true colours start peeping out. Certain crappy teammate/s brought out the bitchy side of me, while the other more... (hmmm I'm at a loss for words here. What's the word? Good? You get the idea lah.) ones inspired me to push forward and ignore the fatigue, exhaustion and temptation to break.

Natalie and Adeline. We've been through everything together in just 3 months. The highs -exceptional (if I do say so myself) SWOT analysis, great website, etc etc, and the lows - where do I even start? Every single piece of crap we've have to endure. Fannison leaving, Mr Choy panning our ad ideas, total mental blocks, the extreme sleep deprivation, etc etc. And of course, you-know-who lah. (You didn't think I was gonna leave this out, right?) No matter what happened, we never gave up. You two are seriously, the best teammates ever to cross the face of this Earth. It's hard to put everything in words. You guys know what I mean lah. We can practically read each others' minds.

Yaaman Productions. The "bestest Locvid group ever." =) 'Nuff said.

T103. A truly great bunch.

*missing: Natalie, Dian, Ben, Nisha and Daniel.

Although it's really tiring, taxing, exhausting, arduous, strenuous, demanding and stressful, I really love MCM. It's just... me. This is my niche in life. I remember going into the written test and interview thinking that, if I can just get in, I promised myself that I would work hard and not take it for granted. Surprisingly, that drive and fire still exists in me now, in full force. I have never been so motivated in my life. Driven to succeed. I remember clearly something that my lecturer JLo once said. "Don't just strive to meet the standard, set an all new one." Hmmm.
Suffocated and supressed no more.
Exhausted. Stressed out to the max. But happy. Happy.

I really miss my friends. Core Crew. Log444.

Ok. on to other less serious matters.
Oh ok I just thought of a funny story. Yesterday, my classmates and I went to Orchard after our paper to celebrate. We were walking along the streets right (NOT passing the cursed mosaic wall), when someone suddenly had the bright idea of going up to innocent passerbys and asking for directions, SPEAKING A TOTALLY NONSENSICAL AND MADE UP LANGUAGE. It was damn bloody HILARIOUS lah. Almost like a scene out of Candid Camera, without the camera. SO FUNNY. And we did this not vonce, not twice but THREE times! hahaha!

And I finally got around to watching Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events today. Hmmm. Quite entertaining... but just somehow it doesn't really have the feel of the book. (which I wrote the Straits Times review for... ahem ahem.) The casting of Jim Carrey as Count Olaf is just salah lah. He's supposed to be pure evil! Not Ace Ventura! As much as I like Jim Carrey, it's just really weird (sorry, did I say WEIRD? I meant VEIRD.) to cast him as Olaf. Cannot make it lah.

For a while now, my classmates have been saying that I look like a Precious Moment doll. er ok so this amused me for a while... until yesterday, someone (hmm I think it was Vanessa) said that
I LOOK LIKE STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE.

I take pride in the fact that I look like a cartoon character(s).

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"Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same."

"Another second lived."

A hilarious day.

2005-09-11T16:35:00.000+08:00

I am happy. I have finished my revision for Medsoc. Er... kind of. Heck.

Yesterday was "mugging" day with QH and Diyanah.

I think this is a funny story. QH and I were just sitting innocently in the 174 bus, just minding our own businesses. When the bus was turning around the corner right, there was this insane woman right, who was holding an umbrella and crossing the road. Sounds normal enough right? But NO. It's not! ok, SHE's not normal. She was looking down at the ground and crossing the road lah! Hello, auntie?! Your grandfather's road ah?! Obviously, the bus almost hit her lah. So the bus driver honked at her. And she had this shocked-furious-bewildered expression on her face. Wait.... that's not the funny part. You ready?! So when the bus drove past her right..........
SHE TOOK HER UMBRELLA AND HIT THE BUS WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hahahahahahhahaha!!!
I couldn't stop laughing for the next 10 minutes.

Dunno whose bright idea it was (nudge nudge, D_y_n_h) to go study at Coffee Bean at Wheelock Place. We had the honour of experiencing a display of the warmest hospitality and jaw-droppingly amazing service by the wonderful staff there. "Hello Miss, do you mind not studying here? It's lunch hour and a lot of people are waiting for a table." Ya, I'm sure that people are just tripping over themselves to go have almond biscotti and Ice-blended Pure Chocolate for LUNCH at Coffee Bean at freakin 3.30 PM IN THE AFTERNOON! That's what I had, by the way. =) ANYWAY. And I'm also pretty sure that 50 invisible people were just standing around, waiting to pounce on the next vacated table.
Being the thick-skinned chao Mass-commers ang moh pais that we are, we just sat there for another hour, continuing our studying anyway. What, you expect us to finish 1 almond biscotti, 1 New York Sausage Puff and 3 Ice-Blended Pure Chocolates at a go?!
"You think what, COMPETITION is it?!" -Yeo QH

Ya ok anyway. So studyin at Orchard was a big mistake. We ended up shopping instead. In a desperate attempt to force ourselves to study, we ended up going to the National Library (beautiful building by the way).

An extract of Diyanah's conversation with God-knows-who on her phone:
Diy: I'm in the library!
POTP*: blah blah blah (I think he or she said which library)
Diy: National Library!
POTP: blah blah blah
Diy: NATIONAL!!
POTP: blah blah blah
Diy: No, NATIONAL!
POTP: blah blah blah
Diy: NATIONAL, NATIONAL!!!!
POTP: Is it in Orchard?
Diy: No, it's in Bras Basah!!
POTP: blah blah blah
Diy: Ya, they built a new one LAH!

*Person on the phone
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

What to do with pictures you have taken:

*Knock knock*
"Hello auntie. First of all, before you say anything, I am villing to bear your family not vone, not two, but THRRRRRRRRREE little Umars! Umar Jr, Umar Jr Jr and Umar Jr Jr Jr. How boud dat? Do v have a deal? DO V?!"

(This is what we told Diyanah to say when she meets her boyfriend's mum in a couple of days.)

Esplanade.
Chocz.
Memories.

Sidetrack.

This is a sign on the bus telling you to give up your seat to the elderly, the handicapped and those with kids.
Can someone please tell me what the THING at the extreme left is supposed to symbolise?!

The what-ifs and the if-onlys.

The Beginning.

2005-09-10T17:22:00.000+08:00

Hmmm. I think............................ I am officially the last person on Earth to have created a blog.

Well. All good things come to those who wait. HOHOHO.

Why the sudden urge to have my own blog, one might ask? (And by one, I mean the person who's reading this and laughing at me cos I'm such a laggard. And by person, I'm mainly referring to you, QH and Diyanah. ) VHY, VHY, tell me VHY?! Not because I wanna be cool and like, dude, "DIGITAL LIFESTYLE" man. (C'mon, I already am.) Well................ I need an outlet to bitch, whine and complain. And yes, I know that I have previously said (to a sizeable number of people) that blogs are stupid. And dumb. And boliao. Maybe I'm selling out. Hmmm.

With this blog, I shall hone my already impressive writing skills and become the most famous and sought-after writer in the history of Mankind. Straits Times! The New York Times! Business Times! The Wall Street Journal! er... Vogue! hahaha. (ok, that was a joke and I hope you laughed.)

QH is rushing me, because I told her to wait for me to finish this fantabulous entry so that I can kick off the gala premiere. And now she's gone offline. She told me to SMS her when I'm done and she'll come and see it. Haha! Er ok maybe that wasn't that funny to you.

Ok. I think I am running out of things to say. I have a lot of things I vant to say, but my brain is just not funktioning at the moment... (HAHAHA, ahem, inside joke here.)

I really should be studyin for my paper on Monday.

Teenage Dirtbag: "Come on down, make a pledge, and get ur free.............wristband." LOL! says:
so exciting.

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
hahah

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
blog issit

Teenage Dirtbag: "Come on down, make a pledge, and get ur free.............wristband." LOL! says:
hanah then wat

Teenage Dirtbag: "Come on down, make a pledge, and get ur free.............wristband." LOL! says:
no im excited bout medsoc

Teenage Dirtbag: "Come on down, make a pledge, and get ur free.............wristband." LOL! says:
lol

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
HAHHAHA

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
i knew it!!!

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
you secret lil mugger

Okok, I shall go sms QH now.