i put this here for jillian
When the man behind Dilbert lost his voice
2 months ago
Thursday, May 31
with paper cuts and unemployment
nothing beats earning money and having something to do at the same time. but there is irony in life. when you are at home with nothing to do all you want to do is get a job. but yet at the same time when you are working, all you want to do is to quit and go home and slack.
i just spent the last three days printing papers and
sorting them out by months and alphabetical order.
and i am being paid 8 per hour to do this.
now i am unemployed.
for the many times in my life. AGAIN. the feeling of unemployment also feels weird. like you are happy that you are free and yet at the same time you have no means of money left.
i just spent the last three days printing papers and
sorting them out by months and alphabetical order.
and i am being paid 8 per hour to do this.
now i am unemployed.
for the many times in my life. AGAIN. the feeling of unemployment also feels weird. like you are happy that you are free and yet at the same time you have no means of money left.
Sunday, May 27
china have cute guys
every sunday i wake up early just to make sure i watched huan zhu gege in the morning. and dispite the how many times i have seen this show i still watch it and find it so nice to watch. i think in the last few years everytime it comes out on tv i will actually catch it. and everytime i watch it i still cry.
what is better is that this season of huan zhu gege had their cast changed and the xiao jian is one hot brother. who can look so good in manchurian braids?
then just now i turned on the tv and i see him again. but this time as yang guo in shen diao xia nu. i realised that he has really good features and is really good looking. great skin and great face
what is better is that this season of huan zhu gege had their cast changed and the xiao jian is one hot brother. who can look so good in manchurian braids?
then just now i turned on the tv and i see him again. but this time as yang guo in shen diao xia nu. i realised that he has really good features and is really good looking. great skin and great face
Saturday, May 26
when you are so broke window shopping no longer holds your interest
i am so damn broke i dont even have the money to go window shopping. it is a lie when people say that window shopping dont need any money. that when you are broke you should go window shopping since you cant go shopping. it is all a freeking lie made up by people who HAVE money
you actually need at least a little money to go window shopping since money actually contributes to your mood. when you dont even have money you dont even want to go window shopping coz you know you dont even have that very little bit to spare. and to know that you have total control over your wallet when you have no money.
you cant even make yourself happy.
i learnt that the past week when even town doesnt entise me anymore. i have been wanting to go to town since the end of my exams and when i finally do there is nothing there that can visually make me happy. everything cost so much.
when you are broke you should just stay at home.
staying at home is free coz you dont spend money. the only problem is that you will need to find 1,000,000 ways to keep yourself entertained. and usually when there is really nothing to do? keeping entertained is the hardest thing to do. the moment you go out you will end up spending money. money that can keep you going for another bout of happiness.
thank god i am working next week. working is the only way you will have something to do and replenish the money you dont have.
you actually need at least a little money to go window shopping since money actually contributes to your mood. when you dont even have money you dont even want to go window shopping coz you know you dont even have that very little bit to spare. and to know that you have total control over your wallet when you have no money.
you cant even make yourself happy.
i learnt that the past week when even town doesnt entise me anymore. i have been wanting to go to town since the end of my exams and when i finally do there is nothing there that can visually make me happy. everything cost so much.
when you are broke you should just stay at home.
staying at home is free coz you dont spend money. the only problem is that you will need to find 1,000,000 ways to keep yourself entertained. and usually when there is really nothing to do? keeping entertained is the hardest thing to do. the moment you go out you will end up spending money. money that can keep you going for another bout of happiness.
thank god i am working next week. working is the only way you will have something to do and replenish the money you dont have.
fuck the grades
sometimes you thought you could do better.
sometimes you thought you would do better
to pull yourself out of something classified as "average".
sometimes "average" is something you have to accept.
the goal is set and achieved.
sometimes just the goal is not enough.
sometimes you should do more than enough.
sometimes you thought you would do better
to pull yourself out of something classified as "average".
sometimes "average" is something you have to accept.
the goal is set and achieved.
sometimes just the goal is not enough.
sometimes you should do more than enough.
Friday, May 25
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life will stop just to watch fireworks
in singapore everyone is always very busy. there is always the rush for home, rush for work or even rush for something you dont know. everyone is always in persuit of something. we walk from one place to another for a reason and we dont stop on the way to think of to admire the beauty of the surroundings sometimes even to think of what are the feelings of the people next to us. life is like that.
but everything seems to come to a stop with the presence of fire works.
i was sitting at the top deck of the bus as it went past esplanade area. they were having fire works. and every single person stopped what they were doing just to look up at the direction of the fireworks. you could distinctively see people huddled around each other and watching.
there is something beautiful about fireworks other than its beauty.
Tuesday, May 22
somethings shouldnt be read
theme for saturday is "80s fashion disaster" and realized that my mom has plenty in her closet to go around. i think she has enough clothes rated and classified as "fashion disaster" to dress everyone that is going.
and running through all her old clothes finding something to wear when i found something special. i found a letter dated valentines day 1981. i found it in the pocket of the weirdest looking print dress in her closet. the papers where all yellow and there are stains of agedness all over. three full pages.
i dint read everything
just a paragraph coz i din really know what it was at first. i guess it was a love letter for it to be written on valentines day.
then i realized that people no longer write love letters to each other. with sms and the email, i guess writing letters by hand no longer maintains its popularity. things are somehow not as romantic as before technology came into modernity.
i mean for it to be written in 1981 means that my mom was just slightly over my age. i cant believed my parents started out from that young age. and the thought of them lasting more than 25 years at least makes it so sweet.
i din read the whole three paged letter coz i was scared of what it contained. somehow i am scared to find out something that wasnt meant for me to read. something that might maybe spoil my impression of them.
i guess even for me, parents need to maintain an image of themselves in their children's mind. i guess it is different and not so 'parent-ly' for you to chance upon something that you should not find out. if your parents goes about telling you their old stories then i guess that is the right way to learn about your parents past.
i donno why i feel so scared to read that. i think everyone need a privacy of their past too.
imagined if you open the letter and you suddenly found out that mayb
- your mom was a third party in your dads previous relationship OR
- your parents never loved each other and everything you thought so far was a facade OR
- your mom was married before and your dad was her "mistress" (or as previously discussed before termed a "mister") OR
- you are not the child of your dad but some other china man your mom was having affair with before she married your dad. OR
- your dad tried to murder your grandparents OR
- you were adopted OR
- your grandparents disowned your parents for loving each other. OR
i think i can write TCS drama script. haha. i must enforced that i did not find out any of this.
and running through all her old clothes finding something to wear when i found something special. i found a letter dated valentines day 1981. i found it in the pocket of the weirdest looking print dress in her closet. the papers where all yellow and there are stains of agedness all over. three full pages.
i dint read everything
just a paragraph coz i din really know what it was at first. i guess it was a love letter for it to be written on valentines day.
then i realized that people no longer write love letters to each other. with sms and the email, i guess writing letters by hand no longer maintains its popularity. things are somehow not as romantic as before technology came into modernity.
i mean for it to be written in 1981 means that my mom was just slightly over my age. i cant believed my parents started out from that young age. and the thought of them lasting more than 25 years at least makes it so sweet.
i din read the whole three paged letter coz i was scared of what it contained. somehow i am scared to find out something that wasnt meant for me to read. something that might maybe spoil my impression of them.
i guess even for me, parents need to maintain an image of themselves in their children's mind. i guess it is different and not so 'parent-ly' for you to chance upon something that you should not find out. if your parents goes about telling you their old stories then i guess that is the right way to learn about your parents past.
i donno why i feel so scared to read that. i think everyone need a privacy of their past too.
imagined if you open the letter and you suddenly found out that mayb
- your mom was a third party in your dads previous relationship OR
- your parents never loved each other and everything you thought so far was a facade OR
- your mom was married before and your dad was her "mistress" (or as previously discussed before termed a "mister") OR
- you are not the child of your dad but some other china man your mom was having affair with before she married your dad. OR
- your dad tried to murder your grandparents OR
- you were adopted OR
- your grandparents disowned your parents for loving each other. OR
i think i can write TCS drama script. haha. i must enforced that i did not find out any of this.
Thursday, May 17
A for Alephant
i have to admit. we were all behaving like children on the way to mandai. the big brown singapore zoo sign along the highway gave us that little push we needed to go all crazy. one day with no makeup, lots of walking and we still have so much fun. the zoo is a nice place for imbeciles like us. we are still so childish we were clapping hands and screaming in the car.
when we drove into the carpark we realised that the parking lots were categorised by the aphabet. from A to Z. we parked at A. me and jillian still thought that A is for Alephant. we even screamed it in unison and high fived. childish huh.
when was the last time you been to the zoo? parents bring their kids. school bring their children. and friends bring each other. when the last time you came was a good 6 years ago, you would have thought that the zoo really changed. ah meng is still there and the polar bears are still there but i was so shocked the entrance look different. the original zoo logo i remembered changed. it actually look better now.
this is us at the entrance. apparently the macaus are not there anymore. but i got to saw that the entrance is gorgeous leh. all the over hanging vines and the wood!!!! oh i love wood.
donno where they all dissappeared to. but there was a fake ah meng waiting for us. i guess this is the only version of ah meng nelle dared to touch. even the map changed. and i as my newly appointed role as the map reader i must take a photo with my map. i am not a geog student for nothing k? i can read maps. and signs boards
dont you think that the signs are so cute? i couldnt resist but to take a photo of the cute little heads that are proped up on the corner or the signs. SO CUTE should have taken a photo of the polar bear heads. i could have swore it was smiling.
the singapore zoo have a totaly of 4 different kinds of dustbins. the cheeta, the zeebra, the graffe and the tiger. all of them are so cute we could bare but to take a photo with the smelly bins.
camoflages are used in the animal kingdom for hiding. so i was wondering why the dustbins are painted in animal camo. i agree it does make good photo opportunities but with all the greenery how are you going to spot the tiger bin? it is supposed to stay hidden!
remember tarzan?
he swings from vine to vine throughout the entire jungle. well? here is me swinging on the vines. i have the talent of tarzan-ing. thus i deserve the title of jane.
there were so many of those trees in the zoo. but i realised that if i were to hang myself on those vine looking thingy. i would have fallen down coz firstly: im no light and secondly: those vines can only carry max 5kg i think. so i think those little free rooming monkeys can enjoy themselves in the tree.
did you know that there is such thing as elephant poo paper. i mean people actually process that crap to make paper. next time you go to buy yourself a notebook make sure you dont buy alephant poo paper. imagine you resting your hands on it as you write?
do you think it gives out a special scent?
but it is good for the enviroment. coz you reduce, reuse and recycle. i mean we are already drinking our pee. for all you know next time we will have human shit recycled paper when all the trees are burned and chopped down.
did you know that elephants spend a lot of their time eating? in singapore we have a special breed of elephants call JANELLE. this breed of elephants eat double their weight a single day and they are apparently crossed breeded with the polar bears due to their love for the aircon rooms. they somehow are attracted to little huts which are placed along the routes in the zoo.
these animals take the initiative to walk straight into an aircon room. they make perfect shelter seekers if you are stuck in the desert. if you are planning to go to a desert please take a janelle along with you. it might prove to save your life and find you shelter or a cooling spot.
warning: a janelle can only survive 3 hours in the hot sun.
warning! wild animals spotted in zoo. hungry animals prowling the pathways. do not feed them. they are trained on a food reward system. you might get attacked.
IM SORRY... WRONG INFORMATION.
they function on a brand system all gucci and prada bags aware. they might attack violently upon sight of these goods.
see what i mean. animal on the loose is fantesising how a spotted cat can become her shoe.
THIS IS A SIGN
THIS IS MY SIGN
THIS IS A SIGN
THIS IS MY SIGN
these people cannot hold their pee. nelle's favourite part of our zoo trip the toilet. too bad there are no bushes here.
check this out man. the amount of kids that are brought to the zoo is overwhelming to the extent that they are all you see. like wild animals in the wild animal show.
i mean look at that man. they are cheetas and pumas. shows their inner demon. thus. kids can KILL
the animal show have this monkey called suria and the first thing that came to my mind : "WA LAO. the monkey have its own TV channel"
1> LIONS DO NOT LIVE IN THE JUNGLE
2> PENGUINS DO NOT LIVE IN THE WILD IN THE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE
3> POLAR BEARS DO NOT LIVE IN THE WILD IN THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE
4> TIGERS ....
this sign involked a pretty funny conversation
decided to copy and paste from nelle's blog since i am also going to type the same thing
Jill: Eh this means the White tigers are Malay!
Nelle: Huh why?
Jill: Cos they come from Mohan. Mohan is Malay.
Nelle: But they're white. How to be Malay?
Jill: I dunno, but that means they're Halal.
Nelle: Eh if they're WHITE and they're HALAL, that means they're MUSLIM!!
Shanny: So they only can eat HALAL PORK rite! Janelle wants to invent Halal pork lorrr.
when we drove into the carpark we realised that the parking lots were categorised by the aphabet. from A to Z. we parked at A. me and jillian still thought that A is for Alephant. we even screamed it in unison and high fived. childish huh.
when was the last time you been to the zoo? parents bring their kids. school bring their children. and friends bring each other. when the last time you came was a good 6 years ago, you would have thought that the zoo really changed. ah meng is still there and the polar bears are still there but i was so shocked the entrance look different. the original zoo logo i remembered changed. it actually look better now.
this is us at the entrance. apparently the macaus are not there anymore. but i got to saw that the entrance is gorgeous leh. all the over hanging vines and the wood!!!! oh i love wood.
donno where they all dissappeared to. but there was a fake ah meng waiting for us. i guess this is the only version of ah meng nelle dared to touch. even the map changed. and i as my newly appointed role as the map reader i must take a photo with my map. i am not a geog student for nothing k? i can read maps. and signs boards
dont you think that the signs are so cute? i couldnt resist but to take a photo of the cute little heads that are proped up on the corner or the signs. SO CUTE should have taken a photo of the polar bear heads. i could have swore it was smiling.
the singapore zoo have a totaly of 4 different kinds of dustbins. the cheeta, the zeebra, the graffe and the tiger. all of them are so cute we could bare but to take a photo with the smelly bins.
camoflages are used in the animal kingdom for hiding. so i was wondering why the dustbins are painted in animal camo. i agree it does make good photo opportunities but with all the greenery how are you going to spot the tiger bin? it is supposed to stay hidden!
remember tarzan?
he swings from vine to vine throughout the entire jungle. well? here is me swinging on the vines. i have the talent of tarzan-ing. thus i deserve the title of jane.
there were so many of those trees in the zoo. but i realised that if i were to hang myself on those vine looking thingy. i would have fallen down coz firstly: im no light and secondly: those vines can only carry max 5kg i think. so i think those little free rooming monkeys can enjoy themselves in the tree.
did you know that there is such thing as elephant poo paper. i mean people actually process that crap to make paper. next time you go to buy yourself a notebook make sure you dont buy alephant poo paper. imagine you resting your hands on it as you write?
do you think it gives out a special scent?
but it is good for the enviroment. coz you reduce, reuse and recycle. i mean we are already drinking our pee. for all you know next time we will have human shit recycled paper when all the trees are burned and chopped down.
did you know that elephants spend a lot of their time eating? in singapore we have a special breed of elephants call JANELLE. this breed of elephants eat double their weight a single day and they are apparently crossed breeded with the polar bears due to their love for the aircon rooms. they somehow are attracted to little huts which are placed along the routes in the zoo.
these animals take the initiative to walk straight into an aircon room. they make perfect shelter seekers if you are stuck in the desert. if you are planning to go to a desert please take a janelle along with you. it might prove to save your life and find you shelter or a cooling spot.
warning: a janelle can only survive 3 hours in the hot sun.
warning! wild animals spotted in zoo. hungry animals prowling the pathways. do not feed them. they are trained on a food reward system. you might get attacked.
IM SORRY... WRONG INFORMATION.
they function on a brand system all gucci and prada bags aware. they might attack violently upon sight of these goods.
see what i mean. animal on the loose is fantesising how a spotted cat can become her shoe.
THIS IS A SIGN
THIS IS MY SIGN
THIS IS A SIGN
THIS IS MY SIGN
these people cannot hold their pee. nelle's favourite part of our zoo trip the toilet. too bad there are no bushes here.
check this out man. the amount of kids that are brought to the zoo is overwhelming to the extent that they are all you see. like wild animals in the wild animal show.
i mean look at that man. they are cheetas and pumas. shows their inner demon. thus. kids can KILL
the animal show have this monkey called suria and the first thing that came to my mind : "WA LAO. the monkey have its own TV channel"
1> LIONS DO NOT LIVE IN THE JUNGLE
2> PENGUINS DO NOT LIVE IN THE WILD IN THE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE
3> POLAR BEARS DO NOT LIVE IN THE WILD IN THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE
4> TIGERS ....
this sign involked a pretty funny conversation
decided to copy and paste from nelle's blog since i am also going to type the same thing
Jill: Eh this means the White tigers are Malay!
Nelle: Huh why?
Jill: Cos they come from Mohan. Mohan is Malay.
Nelle: But they're white. How to be Malay?
Jill: I dunno, but that means they're Halal.
Nelle: Eh if they're WHITE and they're HALAL, that means they're MUSLIM!!
Shanny: So they only can eat HALAL PORK rite! Janelle wants to invent Halal pork lorrr.
THINGS WE LEARNT ON OUR ZOO TRIP
1> you need to speak well to work as a presenter
2> animals dont seem to plan their escape
3> animals dont have english names
4> being a zoo animal sucks
5> janelle needs her own enclosure.
6> jillian can be late even when she wakes up the earliest
Monday, May 14
when spiderman flocked orchard
theme for the night?
SPIDERMAN
actually it is more like spiderwomen
i would have dressed up for it and go red and black if it was not for some previous attachments. so i guess brown can go with the villian sandman or something. i am not THAT far off the theme anyway. i know... excuses.
but dispite that unthemed wear. i have got to admit to myself that i am really pretty. shio to the max. all i had on were fake lashes
people are all ageing. everyone is turning 21. scary how many people you know are all changing their ages for something more mature and wise. just that 21 year old still celebrate their maturity with fun of wearing spidermaned themed clothes to town. childishness in maturity. sometimes that is what keeps us so young at heart.
either that or we have no sense of shame.
had buffet supper. i din know singapore had a buffet supper and esp in town. apparently they changed from the previous international buffet or something. i was here two mothers day celebration with my family ago. now i am back in the same air during a mother's day weekend. faith.
here is the bitch trying her best to seduce the satay. funny how all 3 frames looked like she was enjoying something. *tip: view nelle's blog*
everyone should go get a pair of fake lashes. ever since jillian birthday when i saw canice wearing a pair i have been dying to try it on. and today i managed to get one pair on in 5 mins. to think that canice took half an afternoon to put hers on on jilly's birthday.
they look so pretty in pictures. and you dont even have to draw on the horrible eyeliners and put mascara. and everything comes off with water. think of easy on easy off makeup. and you know what? i want to UPGRADE my lashes. after seeing canice nice long and big ones i am going down to j8 to buy myself a pair like that. just for special ocassions.
we tried to make "BFF" but somehow either my F dint look like an F or jillian's F was opposite. BFF = Bitch fucker and fuckee according to nelle. funny lor. first was THH then now got BFF.
check this out man the most horrible piece of accessory that a person can ever wear stockings. they are WTF-ly flugy and inhumanised to visual proportions.
im sorry canice. but WHY DID YOU HAVE TO WEAR IT? how many times have i told you that they are a fashion disaster. i really tried not to laugh when i first saw you walking in. i really tried dispite your warning to me. but somehow they simply caught my eye so fast. at least it was not something like red and black pokka dotted stockings or something. that would have blinded me to the root of my eye sockets.
it was so funny i thought i MUST take a photo with it.
this photo will belong on my wall of fame. and yes canice. you din have to cover your face. we all know it is you. hahaha.
the gang conversation topic for the night was OLD CEDAR DAYS there can NEVER be enough of old topics like -
1> lynetter slapping fushan
2> natalie and mr sim
3> nelle unlivable school desk
4> cedar horror stories of the headless hurdler, hellan stella
5> jillian's version of ghost stories
6> jenna's ghost seeing sister
7> mahes and all the broken teeth
8> old handphone hinding places
9> niar
10> J-mimi and her specs
and lots more you will never get bored of even after hearing it so many times. there is nothing better than a group of people looking back in history. i guess history does have its uses. i used to think that people hwo major in history are doomed to study endless 2000 plus years of existence.
i think the old helan stella stories where the most creepy of all topics. i used to remember there was this one time when lihui wen to climb up the clock tower when she found it unlocked before training. and she climbed all the way up and she found an engraving of the name "helan stella" at the top on the pillar. legand goes that helan stella found herself pregnant and commited suicide by jumping off the clock tower. her picture still recides in cedar's language room. CREEPY
tip for the day
NEVER WEAR STOCKINGS
SPIDERMAN
actually it is more like spiderwomen
i would have dressed up for it and go red and black if it was not for some previous attachments. so i guess brown can go with the villian sandman or something. i am not THAT far off the theme anyway. i know... excuses.
but dispite that unthemed wear. i have got to admit to myself that i am really pretty. shio to the max. all i had on were fake lashes
people are all ageing. everyone is turning 21. scary how many people you know are all changing their ages for something more mature and wise. just that 21 year old still celebrate their maturity with fun of wearing spidermaned themed clothes to town. childishness in maturity. sometimes that is what keeps us so young at heart.
either that or we have no sense of shame.
had buffet supper. i din know singapore had a buffet supper and esp in town. apparently they changed from the previous international buffet or something. i was here two mothers day celebration with my family ago. now i am back in the same air during a mother's day weekend. faith.
here is the bitch trying her best to seduce the satay. funny how all 3 frames looked like she was enjoying something. *tip: view nelle's blog*
everyone should go get a pair of fake lashes. ever since jillian birthday when i saw canice wearing a pair i have been dying to try it on. and today i managed to get one pair on in 5 mins. to think that canice took half an afternoon to put hers on on jilly's birthday.
they look so pretty in pictures. and you dont even have to draw on the horrible eyeliners and put mascara. and everything comes off with water. think of easy on easy off makeup. and you know what? i want to UPGRADE my lashes. after seeing canice nice long and big ones i am going down to j8 to buy myself a pair like that. just for special ocassions.
we tried to make "BFF" but somehow either my F dint look like an F or jillian's F was opposite. BFF = Bitch fucker and fuckee according to nelle. funny lor. first was THH then now got BFF.
check this out man the most horrible piece of accessory that a person can ever wear stockings. they are WTF-ly flugy and inhumanised to visual proportions.
im sorry canice. but WHY DID YOU HAVE TO WEAR IT? how many times have i told you that they are a fashion disaster. i really tried not to laugh when i first saw you walking in. i really tried dispite your warning to me. but somehow they simply caught my eye so fast. at least it was not something like red and black pokka dotted stockings or something. that would have blinded me to the root of my eye sockets.
it was so funny i thought i MUST take a photo with it.
this photo will belong on my wall of fame. and yes canice. you din have to cover your face. we all know it is you. hahaha.
the gang conversation topic for the night was OLD CEDAR DAYS there can NEVER be enough of old topics like -
1> lynetter slapping fushan
2> natalie and mr sim
3> nelle unlivable school desk
4> cedar horror stories of the headless hurdler, hellan stella
5> jillian's version of ghost stories
6> jenna's ghost seeing sister
7> mahes and all the broken teeth
8> old handphone hinding places
9> niar
10> J-mimi and her specs
and lots more you will never get bored of even after hearing it so many times. there is nothing better than a group of people looking back in history. i guess history does have its uses. i used to think that people hwo major in history are doomed to study endless 2000 plus years of existence.
i think the old helan stella stories where the most creepy of all topics. i used to remember there was this one time when lihui wen to climb up the clock tower when she found it unlocked before training. and she climbed all the way up and she found an engraving of the name "helan stella" at the top on the pillar. legand goes that helan stella found herself pregnant and commited suicide by jumping off the clock tower. her picture still recides in cedar's language room. CREEPY
tip for the day
NEVER WEAR STOCKINGS
Thursday, May 10
the party at the place that was almost never found
this was never published too until sunday
im sorry. blame the retarded wireless at home. its beyond my control
me and ron spent a very very long long time trying to find this small little hut. haha ok... it was more than a hut. it was a nice two roomed house with a kitchen. apparently after today i have this new found knowledge that "changi coast road" is one DAMN BLOODY LONG ROAD. and it is not really by the coast. and it not really near changi.
and the theme for the party???
= ORIENTIAL
i had to dig up the latest top i bought from the bysi CNY end sale. i was so worried that someone might end up wearing the same top as me. or something similar but in another color. i was so paraniod. but in the end not many of the girls when through with the oriential theme. heng ar. and the whole time i was thinking "wa kao... better not have anyone wearing the same top as me" i would have killed the person. afterall i would have known that the other person was as cheap as me to buy a 15 buck top.
i love my top. it might be cheap looking but i really think that brown looks fantastic on me. damn. i am turning into some color coding fashion idiot. but damn. nelle got best dressed. but her top was really flower power leh. even i dont even dare to wear during chinese new year.
decided to steal photos off nelle's blog since she never send me any to upload. so parden the plagerism
*i m still missing one nice picture of me and my little BIG ron. but ill put that up soon when i do get it.*
and i also realised that i never took a photo with the birthday girl. DAMN. all the way down AYE and ECP and got lost and i never took a photo with the birthday girl.
the THH team / BFFs went down to geylang to eat supper. too bad we dont have the guts to wear the theme down to the red light district. one H was telling the other H that she is only worth $16 a night. but really can you imagine if the one H and the T wore oriential down to geylang. we can have a competition and see who can earn more by standing at the side of the road.
besides. the trannie belongs to the heart of changi... not geylang.
i still think that janelle's camera is a totaly flash screw up. makes everything look so damn white. EVEN ME! i loved it when i left a note on janelle's blog
"your stupid flash is still too bright.
i look like you in the photos and you look like jesus.
bright beyond explanation"
i think i should copyrighted this few sentences.
then i realised one more thing. if you read my blog you would have almost automatically read the bitch's blog. apparently we share almost the same camera shots and the same events. the only difference is the different wacky thoughts we publish together with the photos and the activities.
im sorry. blame the retarded wireless at home. its beyond my control
me and ron spent a very very long long time trying to find this small little hut. haha ok... it was more than a hut. it was a nice two roomed house with a kitchen. apparently after today i have this new found knowledge that "changi coast road" is one DAMN BLOODY LONG ROAD. and it is not really by the coast. and it not really near changi.
and the theme for the party???
= ORIENTIAL
i had to dig up the latest top i bought from the bysi CNY end sale. i was so worried that someone might end up wearing the same top as me. or something similar but in another color. i was so paraniod. but in the end not many of the girls when through with the oriential theme. heng ar. and the whole time i was thinking "wa kao... better not have anyone wearing the same top as me" i would have killed the person. afterall i would have known that the other person was as cheap as me to buy a 15 buck top.
i love my top. it might be cheap looking but i really think that brown looks fantastic on me. damn. i am turning into some color coding fashion idiot. but damn. nelle got best dressed. but her top was really flower power leh. even i dont even dare to wear during chinese new year.
decided to steal photos off nelle's blog since she never send me any to upload. so parden the plagerism
*i m still missing one nice picture of me and my little BIG ron. but ill put that up soon when i do get it.*
and i also realised that i never took a photo with the birthday girl. DAMN. all the way down AYE and ECP and got lost and i never took a photo with the birthday girl.
the THH team / BFFs went down to geylang to eat supper. too bad we dont have the guts to wear the theme down to the red light district. one H was telling the other H that she is only worth $16 a night. but really can you imagine if the one H and the T wore oriential down to geylang. we can have a competition and see who can earn more by standing at the side of the road.
besides. the trannie belongs to the heart of changi... not geylang.
i still think that janelle's camera is a totaly flash screw up. makes everything look so damn white. EVEN ME! i loved it when i left a note on janelle's blog
"your stupid flash is still too bright.
i look like you in the photos and you look like jesus.
bright beyond explanation"
i think i should copyrighted this few sentences.
then i realised one more thing. if you read my blog you would have almost automatically read the bitch's blog. apparently we share almost the same camera shots and the same events. the only difference is the different wacky thoughts we publish together with the photos and the activities.
Wednesday, May 9
i should have been the one singing
i realised that i dint publish this until saturday
i saw this on the newspaper this afternoon and i was like WHAT THE FUCK!!! i should have been the one who is singing to the dawn with who knows who else famous.
i still remember it was 2 years ago when i went for the audition at some ulu house near orchard with charlene to audition for a role in this sing to the dawn animation. i could have been the lead voice in this animation. i could have been famous. i guess that really was come time ago. i totally forgot about my attempt to try to be in a local animation production until i saw this article.
i have always wanted to go on screen even if it was just my voice that went on. i should have given my drama some credit. but i guess i am not young enough to be in the movie. i have always imagined what t would be like to be acting for dubbling for some cartoon ever since i watched the making of monsters inc. then i went for the audition with great hope but i ended up NOT being in it.
i remembered how it was like sitting in the house with all the sound equiptment all around. then the girl passing me a script. i still remembered switching script with charlene coz i wanted the role of the stuck up idiot in the book (what ever her name was) then i remembered walking into the room and talking to a mike.
all those was actually fun and something different
i also realised that two plus years to make a movie is a very long time.
i saw this on the newspaper this afternoon and i was like WHAT THE FUCK!!! i should have been the one who is singing to the dawn with who knows who else famous.
i still remember it was 2 years ago when i went for the audition at some ulu house near orchard with charlene to audition for a role in this sing to the dawn animation. i could have been the lead voice in this animation. i could have been famous. i guess that really was come time ago. i totally forgot about my attempt to try to be in a local animation production until i saw this article.
i have always wanted to go on screen even if it was just my voice that went on. i should have given my drama some credit. but i guess i am not young enough to be in the movie. i have always imagined what t would be like to be acting for dubbling for some cartoon ever since i watched the making of monsters inc. then i went for the audition with great hope but i ended up NOT being in it.
i remembered how it was like sitting in the house with all the sound equiptment all around. then the girl passing me a script. i still remembered switching script with charlene coz i wanted the role of the stuck up idiot in the book (what ever her name was) then i remembered walking into the room and talking to a mike.
all those was actually fun and something different
i also realised that two plus years to make a movie is a very long time.
Sunday, May 6
the one last goodbye
this is the last of my room all in one giant trashbag. there is nothing left in B406 except a thick layer of dust. dust that was there so long it experienced both fwoc with me. it room looks so empty but somehow it doesnt look out of place. i think i have seen too many empty rooms in the past when there was nothing but empty shelves. now my room looks like that.
did you know moving out can allow you to the hidden and secret treasures of your room?
i never knew i had a box of paper bags.
or did i know i had this green recycable bag (in the pic below).
or the bunch of dead flying incents under my table.
or a BIG BAG of oil blotters from fwoc. should have been over 1000 pieces (should have given nelle this but ended up in the bin).
25 set dinning hall utencils which i dumped in the kitchen. (shanny's contribution to supper making).
15 pieces of fork and spoons which i also dumped in the kitchen (i only brought one fork and one spoon to KR)
i have too much stuff. i simply HAD to go two trips. i was really really too optimistic when i thought it could fit in the car once all at the same time. my clothes itself already have 4 seperate trashbags. i never knew i have that much clothes really. and my shoes occupied the other 1 trashbag. that leaves me 5 trashbags to drag home apart from all the other boxes and plastic bags.
the bed is pushed back to its original position for the first time in two years. some how one the bed was shifted back it look and felt like the room wasnt mine. i think there is something really familar about how the bed is. like the start of my KR life.
and then before you know it, it suddenly seem like there is one more room in KR that looks so brown. the room that used to be filled with stuff and was distinctively redder was no longer there anymore. like everything suddenly vanished all in a single second.
and then when you look closely. there is a layer of dust everywhere. places where you thought you have cleans so many times still show up with this really thick visible layer of dust like it was always there. dust suddenly became your best friend when you realise that there is a construction site behind.
dust just keeps collecting. you never knew then room was so dirty until you move out.
that is my room out there. empty and waiting for the next person to move in. i really hope i can get my room back. i love you B406. there was never so much gossip in a room i stayed before. hahah.
did you know moving out can allow you to the hidden and secret treasures of your room?
i never knew i had a box of paper bags.
or did i know i had this green recycable bag (in the pic below).
or the bunch of dead flying incents under my table.
or a BIG BAG of oil blotters from fwoc. should have been over 1000 pieces (should have given nelle this but ended up in the bin).
25 set dinning hall utencils which i dumped in the kitchen. (shanny's contribution to supper making).
15 pieces of fork and spoons which i also dumped in the kitchen (i only brought one fork and one spoon to KR)
i have too much stuff. i simply HAD to go two trips. i was really really too optimistic when i thought it could fit in the car once all at the same time. my clothes itself already have 4 seperate trashbags. i never knew i have that much clothes really. and my shoes occupied the other 1 trashbag. that leaves me 5 trashbags to drag home apart from all the other boxes and plastic bags.
the bed is pushed back to its original position for the first time in two years. some how one the bed was shifted back it look and felt like the room wasnt mine. i think there is something really familar about how the bed is. like the start of my KR life.
and then before you know it, it suddenly seem like there is one more room in KR that looks so brown. the room that used to be filled with stuff and was distinctively redder was no longer there anymore. like everything suddenly vanished all in a single second.
and then when you look closely. there is a layer of dust everywhere. places where you thought you have cleans so many times still show up with this really thick visible layer of dust like it was always there. dust suddenly became your best friend when you realise that there is a construction site behind.
dust just keeps collecting. you never knew then room was so dirty until you move out.
that is my room out there. empty and waiting for the next person to move in. i really hope i can get my room back. i love you B406. there was never so much gossip in a room i stayed before. hahah.
Saturday, May 5
the last supper
somehow 40 people is not really a supper. more like a road trip all over the island. this is the first block outing that more than the usual number of people went. it is nice to finally be able to go block after all the books and mugging for the last month. acutally din really feel like going coz there is too many people for the supper to have a supper feeling. but since nelle was driving and there was almost nothing to do... why not
when i saw the list in the lift for the name i was like thinking to myself - "ok i go but write name later". then slowly throughout the week names kept appearing on the 4 by 8 grid. then as the list filled up i realised that 4 X 8 =32 and i have not written my name on it.
caught myself laughing to myself.
supper? you have got to be kidding. where in geylang can fit 30 people. much less if you add 10 more to become 40? and it is on a friday night. FRIDAY NIGHT in geylang = more people and no parking. but in the end only went to block 85 and back to hall to WAIT for the geylang part to arrive in hall. we brought geylang to KR hahah.
din really take alot of pictures but manage to catch some low quality ones with my phone. it really pays to have a phone that can take decent pictures even if it is only 2 mp. a little visualisation would be useful.
i was thinking to myself that the durian is such a manly fruit. it is one fruit that naturalised gender into their social constructions. i think i might have studied too much for the exams and the university is getting ahead of my brain but you really have to hear my theory out.
SHANNY'S GENDER OF DURIAN THEORY
i actually think i should reserve this topic for soci of food or some soci gender module
durian is said to be the king of fruits and it is as visually suggested, thorny and pokey at all corners. not only that but it adds a stench along to go with it. men being men loves the durian because it emphasises their naturalised gender. when men are together with women, men will ALWAYS take the initiative to open the damn fruit. for some godforsaken reason they all fight to open the fruit. then find great joy in pryin it open.
men might have the idea that a woman do not have the ability like themselves to stick their fingers in an already cut durian and just using biceps to pry it apart. women on the other hand are happy to stand aside and let them open it. the just stand in groups and stare hard at men opening durians like some zoo exhibit of urang utans opening the durian.
why is it that women will never attempt to open durians when there is men around?
LESBIANS? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?
nelle got durian on her white shorts while walking past colin who was holding a durian and gwen is trying to clean it. just thought it was funny.
when i saw the list in the lift for the name i was like thinking to myself - "ok i go but write name later". then slowly throughout the week names kept appearing on the 4 by 8 grid. then as the list filled up i realised that 4 X 8 =32 and i have not written my name on it.
caught myself laughing to myself.
supper? you have got to be kidding. where in geylang can fit 30 people. much less if you add 10 more to become 40? and it is on a friday night. FRIDAY NIGHT in geylang = more people and no parking. but in the end only went to block 85 and back to hall to WAIT for the geylang part to arrive in hall. we brought geylang to KR hahah.
din really take alot of pictures but manage to catch some low quality ones with my phone. it really pays to have a phone that can take decent pictures even if it is only 2 mp. a little visualisation would be useful.
i was thinking to myself that the durian is such a manly fruit. it is one fruit that naturalised gender into their social constructions. i think i might have studied too much for the exams and the university is getting ahead of my brain but you really have to hear my theory out.
SHANNY'S GENDER OF DURIAN THEORY
i actually think i should reserve this topic for soci of food or some soci gender module
durian is said to be the king of fruits and it is as visually suggested, thorny and pokey at all corners. not only that but it adds a stench along to go with it. men being men loves the durian because it emphasises their naturalised gender. when men are together with women, men will ALWAYS take the initiative to open the damn fruit. for some godforsaken reason they all fight to open the fruit. then find great joy in pryin it open.
men might have the idea that a woman do not have the ability like themselves to stick their fingers in an already cut durian and just using biceps to pry it apart. women on the other hand are happy to stand aside and let them open it. the just stand in groups and stare hard at men opening durians like some zoo exhibit of urang utans opening the durian.
men:
want to show off
want to test their strenght
want to be in the spot light
women:
cant be bothered
why is it that women will never attempt to open durians when there is men around?
LESBIANS? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?
nelle got durian on her white shorts while walking past colin who was holding a durian and gwen is trying to clean it. just thought it was funny.
it's almost the end
i started packing at 3pm
and now it is 9pm.
this is my second trip back home with enough stuff in the car to make sure i drive slowly. VERY SLOWLY.
i refuse to pack the last of my room - the computer and the speakers. it is somehow nice to hear songs while you trash everything else into bags and boxes. sometimes slowing down to sit back and relax seems like the best thing to do. the room has slowly emptied itself like all my memories are being emptied out of the room.
i spent like 2 whole years in B406. i might never get this room back ever again. two years / four sems staying in this room = to a sense of attachment. i really do wish i get this room back when the time comes.
and now it is 9pm.
this is my second trip back home with enough stuff in the car to make sure i drive slowly. VERY SLOWLY.
i refuse to pack the last of my room - the computer and the speakers. it is somehow nice to hear songs while you trash everything else into bags and boxes. sometimes slowing down to sit back and relax seems like the best thing to do. the room has slowly emptied itself like all my memories are being emptied out of the room.
i spent like 2 whole years in B406. i might never get this room back ever again. two years / four sems staying in this room = to a sense of attachment. i really do wish i get this room back when the time comes.
Friday, May 4
its already two years?
it came as a suddenly realisation in the middle of the night (well ok. morning since i slept at 6) that this is going to be the last few nights i spend in hall and on my bed. after this i would be forced by the stupid holidays to move back home. and i might be home for a long long long time. i actually was thinking of this at 11 am in the morning.
this is my first time moving out since i moved in.
exciting
but at the same time i dont want to move back. I LIKE KR!!! who will just give up a year long chalet like that? i fought with my mom for so long just to let me stay here. for all the times after the A levels i screamed and cried just to apply for hall myself and then letting her know later. staying KR was the first step to my independence you know. for the 18 years before that i was not able to stay over at ANYONE's house and i was not allowed to stay past 11pm. to think that for 18 years i was not allowed to stay over at chalets and i had to go home before the last bus leaves. where was the fun in that.
actually KR was shanny emancipation
and the other thing is that there is so many things in my room i dont know how to move back. moving out suddenly seems more like throwing out 2 years of rubbish and small stuff from hall you never thought you would keep so long. do you know what two years in hall can accumulate?
there are the stuff from fwoc i never threw.
then there is remnants of rag.
and then books (both story and text).
and plus loads of magazines from goodie bags.
pink plastic cups.
broken radio.
pillows.
disposible everything.
two years of hall shirts.
pictures.
flowers which i ended up drying
more small stuff.
plants.
dust.
noone every told me that staying hall could acculate that many things you dont really need. everything i look around me and i think to myself why did i ever bring that into hall and where did that even come from. but i have got to say that there really is a lot od dust accumulated in all corners of the room. on sunday my room will look like what it did look like when i first moved in.
but now there will be remnants of me.
1> like the rotton maggi mee patch at the window from the last last last last time i cooked mee goreng. i was lazy to drain the water in the toilet 10 meters away so i did it at my window. and the maggi mee fell out and it started to rot coz i could reach it to clean it up. i always had it in my head that the rain will wash it away but i guess that theory is not really that true. it probably just increase rate of bateria growth.
2> or the eggs at the door which was remnants of the last pink and blue.
3> or the patch of yellow stuff at the wall beside the mirror from all the white heads i pulled out from my nose and the tissue was too far i reached for the nearest white thing to clean it on. i tried to clean it but i guess my white head are stubborn.
4> or the back patch under the table where the paint came off from the cooler box i put my legs on.
5> or that peeling patch in the ceiling in the middle 4th floor toilet cubicle which i kinda think was done by me. i used to have fun merlioning water at those irritating flies. and i think that the celing wall paint kinda got all we from the repeated spitting of water. that cubicle have always been used by me everytime i bathe and i guess you need to make it more personalised
6> or maybe the new toilet bowl in the 4th floor toilet that makes you sit to the left of the cubicle. that was a long story and part of the fault of the previous toilet bowl. i mearly took the cover of the flush off. i used to visit the older toilet bowl very often coz i just loved it when you was walk out and look yourself in the mirror. the other cubicles dont offer this service. either that or the mirror is not long enough
i guess some of these things will always be there be remind me and everyone of my existence. just that everyone dont know anything bout these patches of me coz i have always kept it quiet. hahahah. sometimes i think it is too gross to tell people about the white heads or the maggi mee or even the ceiling patch.
i think i am going to take picture as evidence of my existence. i think they make good blogging stuff anyway.
this is my first time moving out since i moved in.
exciting
but at the same time i dont want to move back. I LIKE KR!!! who will just give up a year long chalet like that? i fought with my mom for so long just to let me stay here. for all the times after the A levels i screamed and cried just to apply for hall myself and then letting her know later. staying KR was the first step to my independence you know. for the 18 years before that i was not able to stay over at ANYONE's house and i was not allowed to stay past 11pm. to think that for 18 years i was not allowed to stay over at chalets and i had to go home before the last bus leaves. where was the fun in that.
actually KR was shanny emancipation
and the other thing is that there is so many things in my room i dont know how to move back. moving out suddenly seems more like throwing out 2 years of rubbish and small stuff from hall you never thought you would keep so long. do you know what two years in hall can accumulate?
there are the stuff from fwoc i never threw.
then there is remnants of rag.
and then books (both story and text).
and plus loads of magazines from goodie bags.
pink plastic cups.
broken radio.
pillows.
disposible everything.
two years of hall shirts.
pictures.
flowers which i ended up drying
more small stuff.
plants.
dust.
noone every told me that staying hall could acculate that many things you dont really need. everything i look around me and i think to myself why did i ever bring that into hall and where did that even come from. but i have got to say that there really is a lot od dust accumulated in all corners of the room. on sunday my room will look like what it did look like when i first moved in.
but now there will be remnants of me.
1> like the rotton maggi mee patch at the window from the last last last last time i cooked mee goreng. i was lazy to drain the water in the toilet 10 meters away so i did it at my window. and the maggi mee fell out and it started to rot coz i could reach it to clean it up. i always had it in my head that the rain will wash it away but i guess that theory is not really that true. it probably just increase rate of bateria growth.
2> or the eggs at the door which was remnants of the last pink and blue.
3> or the patch of yellow stuff at the wall beside the mirror from all the white heads i pulled out from my nose and the tissue was too far i reached for the nearest white thing to clean it on. i tried to clean it but i guess my white head are stubborn.
4> or the back patch under the table where the paint came off from the cooler box i put my legs on.
5> or that peeling patch in the ceiling in the middle 4th floor toilet cubicle which i kinda think was done by me. i used to have fun merlioning water at those irritating flies. and i think that the celing wall paint kinda got all we from the repeated spitting of water. that cubicle have always been used by me everytime i bathe and i guess you need to make it more personalised
6> or maybe the new toilet bowl in the 4th floor toilet that makes you sit to the left of the cubicle. that was a long story and part of the fault of the previous toilet bowl. i mearly took the cover of the flush off. i used to visit the older toilet bowl very often coz i just loved it when you was walk out and look yourself in the mirror. the other cubicles dont offer this service. either that or the mirror is not long enough
i guess some of these things will always be there be remind me and everyone of my existence. just that everyone dont know anything bout these patches of me coz i have always kept it quiet. hahahah. sometimes i think it is too gross to tell people about the white heads or the maggi mee or even the ceiling patch.
i think i am going to take picture as evidence of my existence. i think they make good blogging stuff anyway.
Tuesday, May 1
its all running
i have cought the cold. and its mala's fault.
the nose is running a leaking pipe
and my room has ran out of tissue
i am surviving on free tissue packets and toilet rolls. i have no mood to study anymore. my right eye hurts. eye mo is not working. the nose is stuck. tissue all over the place. you nose muscles cant keep the stuff IN your nose. it flows out by itself. mosquitoes are flying in the room. 4 bites on my thighs. everyone have finished. you are still trying to try to study. ron is so far away. nose doesnt function like how a nose should. cold. feverish sleep.
not working.
i bet you have never knew that daisy multigrain milk can save your nose. when you are dying alone in your room the paper back daisy milk ad can save your life.
why do you always fall sick when you feeling the most healthy. the virus just simply defy all odds. viruses are strong things that float around the world and i think they rule the world and every single human being will suffer under them.
they should be part of the 10 deadly plagues in the bible. just imagine if god made it one of the 10. then you will have a whole country stiffing and dripping from their nose. the nile will be a river of mucus. yucks. i think the frogs and the locus are less terrible.
and i feel terrible
the nose is running a leaking pipe
and my room has ran out of tissue
i am surviving on free tissue packets and toilet rolls. i have no mood to study anymore. my right eye hurts. eye mo is not working. the nose is stuck. tissue all over the place. you nose muscles cant keep the stuff IN your nose. it flows out by itself. mosquitoes are flying in the room. 4 bites on my thighs. everyone have finished. you are still trying to try to study. ron is so far away. nose doesnt function like how a nose should. cold. feverish sleep.
not working.
i bet you have never knew that daisy multigrain milk can save your nose. when you are dying alone in your room the paper back daisy milk ad can save your life.
why do you always fall sick when you feeling the most healthy. the virus just simply defy all odds. viruses are strong things that float around the world and i think they rule the world and every single human being will suffer under them.
they should be part of the 10 deadly plagues in the bible. just imagine if god made it one of the 10. then you will have a whole country stiffing and dripping from their nose. the nile will be a river of mucus. yucks. i think the frogs and the locus are less terrible.
and i feel terrible
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