With the computer fixed, there was another problem.
I had thrown away my Singnet password.
Sounds stupid right?
Yep, I managed to do that.
You know that part when you sign in to something,
it will have the 'remember me' thing?
I typed in my login ID and password and checked the box for that.
Then I didn't bother to write down the password somewhere.
Then all of a sudden, when I tried to connect to my Broadband,
the password wasn't there!
I tried to recall, but it was like trying to remember how it felt like when I popped out
my ma's virgina.
Then I realised the only thing that has my password on it was when Singnet sent me the
letter with the ID and password.
And damn, I had thrown it away.
And that's how I threw away my password.
That was how I ended up with no internet, and a broken computer.

I called Singnet and asked them for the password,
but they needed my pa to talk to them,
cos the bill's under his name.
But my pa comes home in the evening!
And the hotline closes at 6pm.
I tried to tell them that, they said,
'No, we need your father to speak to us.'
I'm like, 'Screw you, I need the goddamn password.'
They suggested I call him at work.
But I know him,
he'll be like, 'My work more important or your stupid password more important?'
Then all I can do is wait for him to get home,
kiao his kah on the table,
then sheepishly ask him to call Singnet for me,
but going through his lecture on keeping important things properly first.
I'll get it somehow.

Enough of that.
Today was the first day of Term 3.
Which means, new lecturer, new module.
Lecturer is by the name of Blah,
a 30-something fit-looking Indian man.
No sign of a belly.
He can be a Bollywood superstar.
Bollllywood.
Module is Business Law.
PHWAH!
Sounds exciting leh!
But wait til you see the book.
It's 3cm thick. (Yes, I measured)
Quite thick for a book leh.
For the rest of the 3 hours I didn't understand what he was saying.
Except for Subordinate Courts, and two more whatever courts.
I only know Courts, the sell electronics and furniture one.

Something exciting happened.
Mr. Blah took our attendance.
He called out my friend, Kitson's, name.
The classroom big, therefore when he look in one direction,
he cannot see the other end of the class.
He happened to not see where Kitson was sitting.
Then Kitson made a birdie noise, to catch Mr. Blah's attention.
Mr. Blah didn't like it.
Talked to him after he took everyone's attendance.
Something about, 'As friends, you can do that. But this is a class, you are the student,
and I'm the lecturer, we are of different positions.'
That kind of bullshit.
I only managed to catch his last sentence, 'No hard feelings.'
Cos Kitson was looking pissed.
But everything turned out okay.

I understood the last 'No hard feelings' part.
Cos this is a private institution, the kids are rich.
If they dulan one lecturer,
the kid complain to Daddy and Mommy,
then the lecturer die liao.
That's why lecturers are scared.
Cannot go overboard.
If they go overboard, their rice bowl also kena overboard.
This is the society nowadays, sad to say.

I no choice lah.
I'm no rich kid.
That's why have to guai guai listen to lecturer.
That's why parents brought me up to be the 'listen to teacher, or you DIE' kind of kid.
Lucky I'm this kind of kid, hor?
If not I'll be everyone's nightmare.
Yours, too.

Whees!
I fixed my computer!
But with a little help from my baby of course.
I thought he sounded a little annoyed on the phone.
I was interrupting his fish tank cleaning session.
His fish was getting increasingly irritated by that murky and smelly water.
But now I have no hamster cage to clean. :(

It feels good to have a good computer again. :)
Yesterday I was at the National Library with him in the afternoon.
Had lunch at Fish & Co.
I had fish and chips.
Given the price, the fish was big too.
I ate the fish and the side order sotong then couldn't get the fries down.

You know why they call it fish and chips?
I think it's because it's invented in England.
The English call fries, chips.
But in Singapore, we call them French Fries, like in America.

If fish and chips was invented in America,
we could be calling them fish and fries, aye?

Blah.
I love blogging. :)

So now I'm at Huiling's house once again.
Supposed to be studying, but...
I said the same thing the last time but I always end up managing to study last minute and get through it.
Haha.
I'm confident that I can do well for that paper I did on Monday cos,
well, the lecturer gave us hints that all came out.
As some people say, private diploma holders paid money to get their certs.
They close one eye mah,
as long as the lecturers don't directly tell us the questions that will come out for exams then he isn't breaking the school rule lor.
But this lecturer teaches for the money lah.
It's just a job to him.
Unlike Peggy Yeo.
She's like, devoted and compassionate and stuff, about teaching.
She makes sure that her students do well, so she'll feel proud of them when they get good results.
Now, that's what a call a good teacher.
Unlike some people who teaches the wall at the back.

I don't have a thing against him lah.
But...
Okay maybe I have something against him.

I feel this time round the Econs paper will be easier,
cos I pay attention and do my homework and Peggy is proud of me.
I'll only be a good student to a good teacher.
But it'll be my loss if I'm a bad student to a bad teacher, aye?
I study in the dark.
And get good grades no matter what.
Somehow I manage to pull it off in the end.
I know one day I won't be able to pull it off again.
The first one being my O Levels.
And landing in a private diploma institution.
Hahs.

Just had dinner at Fiona's house?
Wanna see some photos of our dinner?
No?
Don't care, I'm going to show you.

The sambal brinjour (err?) we had.

The scrabble we played just now.

Huiling's plate, so much food left!
Haha actually I chucked the celery from my soup to her soup,
and those are my tomatoes.

The sambal fish we had, which Fiona did not touch at all cos chilli might have killed her.

Dinner was so nice!

Cos I love chilli (haha Fiona).

So I'm at Fiona's house now.
Came here with Huiling for a game or two, of Scrabble and Monopoly.
I know I should be studying.
Huh?

Next week's the start of my exams.
I want to say who cares? But I have to care.
If fail have to take sub paper, if fail again have to remodule.
$300 plus $15 GST.
Take sub paper is $30 I think.
Stress leh, so much to study.
But I'm at Fiona's house with Huiling too.
Was going to plau Monopoly but can't find it.
I should be studying now right.

I'm bored so I've uploaded some photos.

This is a photo of my hamster when she was alive,

although it looks like she dead here.

This is a photo of my dying hamster.

She was struggling to stay alive the whole time,

it made me heart ache.

This is a photo of my cousins and I.

Note how we are all doing different things.

I'm the one in the green overalls.

I loved to wear overalls when I was a kid.

The toddler there is my sis.

She looked like a boy when she was a kid.

This is the celebration of my 3rd birthday.

It was held at my grandma's place, in Malaysia.

Those are my cousins.

I'm the short one right in front of the cake.

Do not fret, my lovelies who are loyal to my blog.
I will be blogging in books soon.

My computer spoil lah.
Anyone can help me?
When I connect to the internet immediately the computer reboots.
Nevermind lah.
Now I am at Tong Tong Chiang Huiling's house.
I'm supposed to be studying but who cares.
Next week's my exams.
Next term I'm studying Business Law!
And it's taught by an indian.
But who cares.

Anyway,
through all this time that I've been missing in action,
a lotta things happened.
Steve Irwin died,
my hamster died,
and I made a new doggie friend.

Haha.

Highly Recommended: Breaking Bemjamin's music damn shiok one.

So I was in my trance of studying.
Fully intensed, concentrated, undisturbed studying,
when the phone rang.
This is starting to sound like a horror flick but no,
it's just a surveyor.
I forgot what she was calling for.
She beat around the bush quite a while,
didn't ask if my parents were home cos it's really my parents that she wanted to survey.
Blah blah blah for quite some time before she asked me how old I was.
I'm 17 in case you don't know.
And female.
She couldn't tell that I was female.
What, now I'm starting to sound like a man?
And she yada yada yada and asked me when the parents are going to be home.
I anyhow told her 10pm.
See if she's going to call later.
But anyway the parents also don't like this kind of stuff.
They'll just go, "Nonono I dunno you. Bye bye."
Haha.
I hate telephone surveyors more than salesmen.
I won't hang up the phone cos I think that's rude.
But I can ignore the salesman if I want.
I think hanging up the phone is more rude than ignoring people.
At least the person has a chance to yell at you.
On the phone, the person must call back to yell at you and you can choose whether you
want to get yelled at, that is if you choose to pick up the call or not.
Anyway, you get my point.
See later at 10pm if she's going to call back.

Worked last night.
Last night not so bad I was busy most of the time.
When I wasn't busy I was either staring at the customers or at the froggies.
We sell fresh frogs you know.
I watched Jimmy clutch a dammed froggie to the sink,
in just a few seconds it's cooking in the claypot.
How fresh is that?
Even fresher than Peel Fresh.
Jimmy cut the gut and chopped the head and peeled the skin.
Any fresher, you'll have to peel it yourself.
Hahaha.
Poor things.
I stared into the tank, 20-something pair of sad eyes stared back at me.
It's as if they knew they were doomed.
I wanted to console them tell them it won't be a painful death (as if), but Xiao Kang
already laughed at me when I waved to them to see if they would wave back.
"Haha, Abbie ni zai kan ni de peng you mah?"
If I talked to the froggies the chefs might cook me in the claypot too.
Or they'll cook me in the congee pot.
Congee pot very big.
Xiao Hong wasn't there.
Funny, when I went home and told my ma about the froggies,
she asked me,
"Xiao Hong mei you zuo meh?"
Why would she ask me that arh.
I told her no.

Wah, now I no mood to study.
That damn woman made me lose my momentum.

He told me I'm starting to sound crude when I blog.
So urm, enough of crude language.

Just back from school.
Today had a new lecturer, Mrs Peggy Yeo for Principles of Economics.
Yesterday's Mr Kwan ( Mr Talk-to-Wall-Kwan ) for Principles of Business Management.
Today's Peggy Yeo ar, wasn't what I expected.
I expected her to be really old, or really young.
But she's the mother of a teenger, 30 plus or 40.
I tell you, compared to the other lecturers I've had, this one is good.
This one is trained to teach students, not walls, and not only she can teach,
she can INTERACT.
See, the key word here is INTERACT.
When you interact with your students,
then you can get your students to PARTICIPATE.
And if your students participate,
there'll be a higher chance of a high passing rate.
Of course I'm going to pass.
If don't pass, no diploma.
If no diploma, the parents will kick me out of the house.
If no house to live in, I will die.

Well, school don't suck that much anymore.

School is starting to suck.
It's not that school didn't suck before,
it's that now school sucks even more.
The new lecturer sucks.
He was trained to teach walls, not students.
All the time he was in class, he was talking to the wall at the back of the class.
I mean, he looked at the wall, as if the wall could listen to him and take notes.
I didn't listen in class,
me and my friends were STONED.
The new trend in class is stoning and I love it.
Being the good parents that they are they gave me money to get a private diploma,
so I study at home.
If don't pass the exam must pay money to take sub-paper.
If fail again must re-module.
Must pay money AGAIN, $300 plus $15 GST.
What the fuck is with GST.
Cuba or dunno what country don't need to pay tax one leh.
Education is free and so is health service.
If the doctors there can't heal you, they send you to another country to get you healed,
an all expenses paid trip, somemore can go on vacation.
That's what I call a welfare country.
Their gahmen care for their welfare.
In Singapore they don't give a fuck and let you die,
of course if you show them your bank account and make them happy,
they jet you somewhere and make a big fuss lah.
Thinking about this makes me angry.
Gahmen give you money,
then my parents happy happy buy a new set of sofas.
Gahmen make you happy already then taxi fare bus fare mrt fare all go up.
Give then must return is it?
Then I rather don't take.
Better don't go up anymore or I will emigrate.
To Cuba or somewhere.
Somemore give birth and abortion is free,
and divorces only cost $3.50.
The people there fuck like crazy.
Welfare.
Siaow.

And what is it with Lebanon and Israel.
They like to fight then fight online or something lah.
Throw one bomb over so many people die.
The people there no brain one leh.
Must bomb until nobody left, left the President, then they happy lah.
Because of one soldier then fight until like that.
Fight somemore the oil prices will go up.
I mean, one person die better then many people die right.
People really are like cows.
At least cows don't fight and throw bombs.
They just eat and sleep and shit and fuck.

Money money money.
Everything is about money.
Got work also headache,
don't work also headache,
work too much also headache.

I think I will emigrate to the countryside.
And buy a farm and milk cows.
I'm the President and the cows are my people.

So I just finished this book I started at the library yesterday.
Pwah I'm fast.
This book got me thinking a lot.
It's called Dairy Queen by Catherine Gilbert Murdock.
It's about a girl growing up in a family where her brothers play football and her dad used
to coach.
Then there's this football player who came to work at their cow farm and she became the
football trainer for this guy.
Then they sort of fell in love but none of them said anything,
cos she's from a farm, and the guy's rich and smart and handsome and with girls hanging
off his arms.
Things happened, she didn't tell him she was going to play football and the guy mistook
everything.
And the girl mistook the guy for being angry about something but mistook him for mistooking
about some other thing.
Then they stopped talking.
Then she went to play for her school's team and against the guy's team.
The girl's team beat them.
In the end they still talked but I dunno what became of their relationship afterwards.

This book really got me thinking a lot.
About friendship, love, how talking to your family is ver important, about football, about
cows (how we humans actually sometimes act like cows).

I'm starting on another book.
I'm going to go drink water.

I'm beginning to relive my love for reading.
Yesterday we stayed at the National Library the whole day.
Of course I couldn't read the whole day right.
I played the PSP sometimes also.

On the way of walking to the library we walked past an old trickshaw(thrickshaw?tricksaw? ok san lun che)
driver napping.
His legs were spread wide open and we saw that he wasn't wearing undies.
Cos we saw something hanging out from one pant leg.
I swear if there was water and soap something I would have scrubbed my eyes clean.
And if there was Dettol I would have gouged them out and rinse them with it.
This is a crime you know!
Old ah peks not wearing undies.
Ughh.

Just came back from the doctor's to get my weekly dose of yucky meds.
The old granny doc very pro,
she took a look at my tongue and told me my thorat dry and haven't been sleeping soundly.
Then she felt my wrist and told me all the things that are wrong with me.
Wah seh, she psychic leh.
I think she can be my grandma, she's so old.

Tell you ar,
the world's nastiest thing is chinese meds.
Ughh!

I'm going to drink water.
My throat dry.

Fuck man, my modem got problem.
IT's SO FRUSTRATING.

Yesterday we were at the library the whole afternoon.
I was studying for my Organisational Behaviours exam on Monday,
while he was happily reading his submarine comics.
Then we went to watch Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest at night.
IT WAS GOOD!
Although some say it's not as good as the first one.
Well, the first one was so long ago I've forgotten it.
The movie is packed with all the good stuff: adventure, humour, and 'horror'?
Maybe the disgusting-ness of Captain Davey Jones and his Flying Dutchman crew.
Almost made me want to puke.
They've got these barnacles, sea creatures growing on their bodies and faces.
I didn't like the one with the shark face.
Yuck.
The one with the hermit crab head was funny.
I think he's Cantonese leh.
When his head got cut off,
he muttered some words that sounded Cantonese,
and he kept saying 'Haiyah', when his body couldn't find its way to the head.
So funny, the 'Haiyah' thing.

The part when Elizabeth Swann kissed Jack Sparrow made me jealous of Keira Knightley.
She got to kiss Johnny Depp!

I reached home at about 12am.
Met Matthew and Christopher on the bus.
They asked me if Daryl was still being an ass in class and
I told them no, he's not in the same class as me.
I wonder how they know I study at MDIS.
I'm not very high-profiled.
I had to walk past the suicide site on the way home,
it's just beside the elavator.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.
I can't believe I have to walk past there everyday.
I wonder if he's there.
Well, yeah I believe in the supernatural.
Had so many experiences that I don't like to talk about.

Ma: "Girl, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Me: "I want to be a pirate!"

Actually the man who jumped down yesterday was downstairs Bak Chor Mee stall's owner's relative.
Dunno why he jump also.
Pa has seen him drinking in the coffee shop before.

I find that I can deliver a nice rendition of Jason Mraz's 'Life is Wonderful'
Lalalalalalalala life is wonderful...
The song sounds daft.

Mmmm.
I'm eating instant jellyfish.

Oh well.
The man who jumped down was from Ang Mo Kio.
Wah, everyday I walk past there one leh.
My ma says the place stinks of blood.

Yay.
Gayle Nerva is out.
But I was expecting her to be in the Top 6 or something.
I guess not many people like her, then.

'Tis the season to be jolly.
FWALALALALA LALALALA!!

I love Christmas. x)

FUCK.
Now my com spoil.
I on the computer only got the wallpaper there leh.
No icons no nothing.
Lucky I thought of the Windows Task Manager thing.

So exciting leh.
I woke up dreaming that I was driving a car,
then came out from my room and ma was back from the market.
She told me someone from upstairs jumped off the building this morning.
She didn't see it but pa witnessed it.
Gonna ask him about it tonight.
I asked ma if it was a teenager, cos it's nearing the O Levels.
She shot me a dirty look and told me it was an adult.
Next month Hungry Ghost Festival already,
both August and September.
I hope he/she skips this year's and come back next year.
Maybe they need some ritual or probation,
need some time to settle some things then can come down to the world as Hungry Ghosts.

Then ma told me, feeling so noble,
that she had spent almost all her money she brought with her to the market.
Left only 2 bucks,
and she bought my favourite lor mee,
didn't have money for breakfast herself.
But she's now eating her yam kueh that she made yesterday lah.
Although she's a bit hao lian,
but nevertheless she's a good ma.
And I was suspecting she's having an affair with the TV repairman yesterday.

I kind of like the black with yellow thing.
I like lions.
RWAR.

Not going to study with friends afterall.
The girls couldn't make it,
which leaves me with 3 guys.
Err.

Was working last night.
It was hell.
So few people in Chinatown.
Even passers-by were few.
So if I want to jio customers also no customers to jio.
I just stood there and shooed the pigeons.

Gonna go study with my classmates later.
Study sounds like a word a used a long time ago.
We're studying at the Esplanade Library.
During weekdays very few people.
Somemore the ambience so nice.

I'm in a lousy mood.

Today is our 5th month together.
Can't believe it's already been so long, so many things happened too.
Last night we went to IMM to have dinner and walk around.
We were at Daiso, the $2 shop,
and I was looking at this chalk board/weekly schedule thingy,
when I heard him fart.
I said quite loudly, "Eh, ni fang pi arh?"
When I turned around, I saw him running away very quickly.
What made me laugh was the way he ran,
and when I said, "Eh, ni fang pi arh?",
a lot of shoppers had turned around to look at me,
only to find me talking to myself,
and they thought I was the one who farted and blamed it on someone else,
and was laughing like a psycho.
Hahaha.
That made me laugh a lot.

Xiao Hong once asked me,
If you love someone, would you travel a long distance just to see him?
I said yes.
Last night I travelled an hour and 30 minutes on bus to see him.
Haha.

The TV spoil.
Mother has gone downstairs to her friend's shop to watch TV.

I thought my thoughts of the band was long gone,
but py smsed me last night to ask me about it!
Yay.
Py's getting her friend in, I also got my classmate in.
We'll probably start next week,
after my exams.
Speaking of exams,
SIGH.

Next week's my exams.
Although we have this week off from school to study at home,
next week is still the week that I dread.
Although there're only two modules,
but imagine how much we have to study.
I know I can't compare my workload to a Poly student's workload,
but I was born lazy.
Whatever.
Come to think of it,
actually not a lot to study,
but a lot of practising and memorising.
I'll get through it.

There're some problems going on between me and Mr.Tan.
My bf lah.
But I don't want to publicise to the world my personal life,
so no more details.
But it's not a big problem,
it's just that i think too much.
I worry and worry and worry and get so emotional.
He always manages to convince me nothing bad's going to happen.
But after that I go through the same phase again.
Having someone to love is a good feeling,
and knowing that you're being loved is an even better feeling.(:

I just went through 3 and a half hours of intensive studying.
I haven't done that in a long, long, long, long time.
Or should I say nong, nong, nong, nong time.
That "Nong ago" guy from Singapore Idol.
I heard he made it big in New York.
By the way, I only support Mr.Jonathan Leong.
He's the runner-up of my list of hottest guys,
first one of course being Mr.Tan.
Anyway, I write my notes until my middle finger swollen,
the first time I started writing I rested the pencil/pen/marker/crayon on my middle finger,
and after nong, nong, nong, nong years of writing,
it's created a bump.
Now it's painful.
I can't raise my finger.

Listened to 98.7FM while studying and tada!
The Daniel Ong and Mr.Young collabo.
They tried to call themselves the Collabro.
Haha.
You put two lame people together, they become super-lame lah.
Heard from them that Mr.Einstein had six girlfriends, while he was married.
Probably all at the same time.
7 women leh.
How to handle.
And how was he able to attract so many females ah,
he's not exactly good looking.
Then Mr.Young said Mr.Einstein was the one who came up with the Big Bang theory.
If you don't get it, nevermind.

Today Kitson had a lot of phlegm in his throat, then he spit in his Horlicks paper cup and dared the 15 year old kid to drink it.
They bet on whether he's going to drink it.
$300 if he drinks it.
The phelgm accumulated and became half a cup.
Kitson wanted to pee in it and raise the bet to $1000.
Of cos the kid didn't drink it lah.
But quick cash hor?
Fear Factor leh.
Disgusting factor lor.

After that we chat about torture.
Torture people, torture animals.
Today's topic so sick.
Kitson was the one who came up with all the gruesome ideas.
I wonder is he's Hitler's descendant.

When he wakes the following afternoon,
he looks out of his window at the cafe across the street,
six floors below.
At the tables outside he sees Josie and Lee and Gary enjoying a quiet afternoon coffee.
He opens the window and shouts down at them.
'That's great!' he hollers. 'You all have a great time.
I'll be in here. Alone. On my day off.'
He says that the next time he is besieged by paparazzi
he wants to put speakers out of the windows and blast
Morrissey's 'Suedehead' at them over and over.
Why do you come here when you know it makes me sad?

There was a time when I was very depressed.
I wrote this song, but chucked it somewhere in the computer,
but just discovered it last night.

Death is Not a Life Sentence

standing at the edge of summer
tomorrow's another day
it doesn't matter who i am
it doesn't matter what i do
i just wanna be free
let me out of this misery
i want to shout to the world
what people don't know and see
it's because of many reasons that they are hiding
they are scared, fearful of responsibilities

i let the wind take my body
i feel my soul being taken
i know God is with me
for once i feel a silent peace
because all the love in the world has ceased
i feel myself being lifted
i opened my eyes to realise
that i'm on top of the world
overlooking the ocean,
and that i had jumped from a cliff
freedom is sweet
ignorance is bliss
death is not a life sentence,
for dying is a only a short precious moment
there is darkness
no sounds, no people
nothing to stop me while i fall
i am falling down, down...
it doesn't stop
i don't want it to stop
i want to keep falling
i think of nothing
i clear my heavy head of thoughts
i feel the lord's reassuring hands,
guiding me in and out of the darkness into light
never again will there only be night
for now i have understood,
death is what i'm waiting for
death is what i've been searching for
now i rest in peace

Everyone in class has noticed that our two lecturers are starting to get more and more irritated by our idle chatting in class, which is also getting louder.
Cos nobody ever listens in class, except the goodie goodie good students.
But I study hard at home, so am I one of the goodie good students?
Of cos I am.

We have different topics to chat about in class everyday.
Especially during breaks, which are also getting longer.
Today's break lasted for 45 mins, instead of the usual 30 mins.
Today we chatted about dogs.
The six of us seem to have the same interest in dogs.
The girl beside me owns two dogs,
one fat Jack Russell, and one weird breed.
She's also got the smarts about dogs.
She knows about this and that, that and this.
The football-kicking guy's friend's someone's cousin's son's dunno who
owns a Huskey who leads a good life.
The dog's owner practically has the house's air conditioner on 24 hours a day,
just because of the dog.
It's a Huskey mah,
that's why hard to survive in Singapore's weather,
so fucking hot.
And when my friend eats bread, she looks at the dog,
and dog is eating beef.
She says sometimes she wants to take the beef and give the dog the bread.
And army dudes eat dog biscuits,
I think cos it supplies us with a lot of energy or carbo.
But my friend says it tastes like shit.
See lah, we are no better than dogs.

He keeps dealing and turning over cards until he finds one
that he believes applies; though, even now, only obliquely.
'You had a choice of 15 goes,' says Jonny.
'I just think all this is... we're not proper psychics, you know.'
'I am,' says Rob.
'No, you're not, youth,' says Jonny. 'You think you are, but you're not.'
They start bickering.
'Youth, I am.'
'You're not, youth. You're really not.'
'I am.'
'Bless you for thinking you are... but you're not.'
'I fucking am,' says Rob, firmly.
'You're not,' shouts Jonny.
'No, I am, youth,' insists Rob.
'Youth, you're not,' says Jonny. 'You're a singer. Songwriter.'
'I'm also psychic,' says Rob stubbornly.
This has been a real row at some points,
but now he's also just trying to wind Jonny up.
'I'm slightly worried,' says Jonny,
'because you think you're Mystic Meg now. You're not psychic...'
'Alright, youth,' says Rob, brandishing the cards,
'how about this: will you and me know each other, be in each other's lives, in five years?'
'That's a horrible question,' objects Jonny. 'That's horrible. That's a horrible question.'
'Why are you bothered what the card would say?' asks Rob.
'Because you shouldn't question friendship,' says Jonny.
Rob picks up three cards. They don't seem to comment on the matter either way.
'I can't be psychic when I'm tired,' Rob says.
And they're off again.
'You're not psychic,' says Jonny.
'Fuck you, I am!' says Rob.
'You're not, you dick! You're not psychic.'
'You really mean that, don't you?' says Rob, amused.
'Yes. You are not psychic. What makes you think that you're psychic? Tell me.'
'I just know I am.'

'Fame is like having a little baby,' Rob counters.
'It's really great and really lovely and it takes its first steps and you're there and you cry,
and then it dances a little bit, and you're there and you cry too...
and then it shits itself and it pukes everywhere and then it goes through
the terrible twos when it pulls things off and burns itself and all that sort of stuff,
and you just want to go, "This is great, can I give it to you back for a little bit while i do this?"'

Wheepee!
I scored 17 out of 20 but didn't study for my Business, Accounting and Finance test.
I'm smart. =P

I was flipping through the newspapers when I came across an article.
It's about an American being struck by lightning while he was listening to his iPod outdoors when raining.
One side of his face was chao-da, and his ear-drum spoil.
I was like, 'WHAT?'
That means my iPod is a potential hazard lah.
That means I may die while listening to music.
Wah, quite dangerous hor?
And people can get struck by lightning when talking on the handphone outdoors also.
This morning my rich classmate came to class bringing a huge, expensive looking umbrella.
He's quite rich, so his friends teased him that even his umbrella is from a designer label.
Anyways, what caught our eyes was the tip of the umbrella.
IT WAS MADE OF METAL.
We joked about how he didn't get struck by lightning. *touch wood*

To fill you in on my school's latest news,
2 girls from my class were expelled cos they were caught fighting.
From what I've heard, Ms.A was presenting her powerpoint slides and Ms.B laughed.
Ms.A mistook Ms.B for laughing at her and waited for her outside the classroom after class.
Ms.A beat Ms.B up.
She scratched and attacked only Ms.B's face, and there was a deep scratch on her neck.
Tada, they were expelled.
Ms.A so smart lah, attack only the face, maybe she couldn't stand how pretty Ms.B is,
so attack only the face and scar her beautiful face.
But from what I heard, Ms.B deserves it also.
Ms.B is pretty and stuck up, she even wears skirts to school without panties,
and even seduced her best friend's boyfriend.
Now even her best friend also dulan, dowan friend her.
Then today we got a letter passed around, supposedly a petition for us to sign to help get Ms.A back to school.
So exciting hor?
Sound like a page from Hollywood tabloids.

Honestly, I wasn't expecting the Italians to clinch this year's World Cup.
I've said before, I don't know them well, but after watching last night's match,
I can see now that they have good defense, and good looking players.
Some say it was the perfect match to end the World Cup, with good players, good football, and good drama.
Drama being the irresponsible act of Zinedine Zidane.
A fellow Italian player must have said something nasty to him,
at first he walked away, maybe ignoring him,
but then he suddenly turned around and head-butt the Italian's chest.
The Italian was caught off guard and fell.
That stunt Zidane pulled cost him a red card and he was sent off.
He went straight to the dressing room.
He must have known that France could not win and gave up.
And anyway he'll be retiring, like Oliver Kahn,
and did what he could not have done before.
The match ended with Italy beating France in the penalty shoot-out with a score of 5-3.
The match ended full time with a draw, 1-1.
I thought the match was disappointing.
I was all the way rooting for France, and was deeply affected by what Zidane did.
He's my hero leh.
Lao hero, but still my hero.

The World Cup 5+kg leh.
Fucking make of gold.
Why the mafia didn't go and steal the Cup before the Italians could touch it?

Okay so I've got a new blogskin, it makes me want to blog more and blog.

Quite anxious as of what tonight's match will turn out, after all it's the FIFA World Cup finals.
This day only come once every four years leh.
Confirm must watch, even if I keep nodding off.
So... The big match, Italy against France.
I'm rooting for France, although I don't know Italy that well.
No matter how much you people say about Zinedine Zidane getting old and his hair falling off,
"OLD GINGER IS STILL THE SPICIEST."
It's that crucial goal that Zidane scored that led France to the finals.
My boyfriend says France might win this year, if this year they win then got pattern already.
4 years ago Brazil won, 4 years earlier France won.
But such a pity Brazil couldn't even get to the semi-finals this year.
I was planning to wear my Brazil shirt tomorrow if Brazil had gotten to the finals and won.
The day after Brazil beat Japan, I wore my Brazil shirt to school.
My soccer-playing classmate accused me of being a Brazil supporter.
Although I'm not a diehard fan, I can't say I'm not a fan.
After all, they were Number 1.
Used to be the best team in the world.
4 years ago, their coordination was perfect.
Every goal was spot on.
Ronaldo could do anything.
But now I dunno what happen lah.
So disappointing.
And England also lor.
What happened to my Mr.David Beckham?
Not one single England player is nominated for this year's Golden Ball Award, you know.
But of course my Mr.Michael Ballack is one of the nominees.
Mr.Oliver Kahn won the Golden Glove Award in World Cup 2002.
Best goalkeeper.
Best!

But my favourite team still Germany lor.

4 years ago is, 4 years later will also be.
8 years ago I wasn't watching the World Cup.
8 years ago I was busy getting caned by my primary school teacher.
4 years later I can bet liao. Big money, big money!

People at work ask me of my opinions before matches.
I say which team win, they bet that team, they win money.
Not I haolian lah, please.

WAKE UP AND WATCH THE FOOTBALL!

World Cup 3rd & 4th Placing

This morning I was finally able to force my sleepy body to walk to the tv and turn it on.
Haha I didn't miss that good match, Germany against Portugal.
Tonight definately going to watch the finals.
It's such a pity Germany wasn't able to make it to the final two.
I supported them during the 2002 FIFA World Cup too,
when Oliver Kahn was captain and playing goalie for the Germs.
Last night was supposedly Kahn's last World Cup game,
he's already 37 of age.
Four years later he'd be 41.
He's still good.
He's like, when the ball gets near, he'll be either, 'I want the ball! I want the ball!', and catch and clutch the ball to his chest tightly with both arms, or he'll be, 'Get the ball away from me! Get the ball away from me!', and whack the ball away with his hand.
Four years ago, I remember him punching the ball with his fist, then the ball will be flying skywards.
Damn funny lah I've never seen a goalie like him.
So sad lor, the next World Cup, Germany's goalie is gonna be the curly hair dude.
The next World Cup is to be held in South Africa.
That's such a shock, what? Are they gonna kick coconuts?
And where to find such a big stadium?
No lah, I just haven't seen the world yet.
The blacks may win the World Cup next time, considering African teams like Ghana and Togo can already get so far into the tournament.
And it's their debut somemore.

Anyways, last night was a good match, only the second half was worth watching.
Half time ended with both sides 0-0.
Second half things started to heat up.
That 21-year-old player, I forgot his name, scored two goals for Germany, and Petit from Portugal scored an own goal.
I rememeber Petit's name cos the match's commentator kept repeating Petit's name.
Luis Figo really is a legend, once he stepped onto the pitch, things turned around for Portugal and he helped another dude score for Portugal.
I'm sorry, I'm not one for remembering names haha.
All in all, good match, although I was falling asleep thoughout.
I watched them score two goals with my eyes closed.
By the way, the match ended 3-1.
Of course, Germany won.

I Hope Some Dreams Don't Ever Come True

I dreamt of Bryan Wong milking a panda.

Army Daze

Listening to my classmates chat about the harshness of army life, makes me glad that I don't have a penis.
My classmate once remarked, once you pop out of your mother's stomach, once your birth cert is printed, if you have a lanjiao, immediately you owe the gahmen 2 years.
WAH SEH.

Greenie greenie

Green is good for your eyes.
I care about my readers' health.

GASP!

wah lau.
there's a blog www.iloveabbie.blogspot.com
but the only post is of a chinese song leh.
kia si lang.
wa cua dio.
if the 'iloveabbie', the abbie is a girl, then the writer lesbian arh!

Tonight's Match

hmm.
some people still leave comments.
by the way, i used to blog long posts, but now i don't really have a lot to say anymore, or maybe it's just a waste of time.
one of tonight's match is England against Equador.
i've got no hope.
i read that the temperature's gonna hit 40 degrees.
how can Becks and team stand the heat?
the last time the temperature hit a high of 30 degrees they already complained and jumped into ice baths.
even i can't stand 30 degrees ok.
then how can you expect them to chase after a ball for 90 minutes in that sweltering heat?
sure die lah.
think about it when you place your bets, man.
4 years later i'm gonna bet haha.
i'm sadly underaged.
people offer to help me place bets but, nah.

ahem.
next saturday's there's gonna be a match.
not one of the FIFA World Cup matches but one of our own.
ok lah.
last year's Peirce soccer team and my classmate's team.
interested people pls contact me for more information.
haha.

aiyah.
tell you arh.
i regret, man.
REGRET.
for not saving up earlier and buy the tickets to Robbie Williams concert that's to be held on 18th Nov.
see lah, now you missed the ticket selling dates.
pls God, spare me one ticket.
amen.

WORLD CUP FEVER!

OLE OLE OLE OLE!
Ronaldo is getting fat and lazy.
I thought Brazil's going to win this year but looks like *AHEM*

Today is Wednesday

Shucks.
I have to do research on Mr. Bill Gates.

Today is Wednesday

Today the lecturer taught us about perception and that the grades you see in hawker centre stalls stand for,

A - Ae Sai
B - Bue Pai
C - Chin Chye
D - Diarrhoea (Lao Sai)

Hahahahaha!!

School

School is cool.
Ok lor I'm just starting to get used to it.
Ok lah just 3 hrs per day.
Then study like mad at home.
I saw a GAY in school.
GAY!

Today the lecturer was a boring indian man.
Tomorrow will be the funny Chinese man.

Blah!

Ok lor.
Tomorrow school starts lor.
I'm not really looking forward to it but a little bit of me is looking forward to it cos I'll have something to concentrate on.
But hor.
Tomorrow night I'll also have to work.
Then have to wake up early the next morning for school.
My life is hard, man.
Haha no lah.
I kind of dread the arrival of tomorrow morning.
Urrgh.
Blah!
Pui.

I'm back!

I'm back! I'm back!
Okay, I got nothing out of the trip to Malaysia except for a new pair of glasses and almost a heart attack.
Because of my cousin's fatass son.
That fatass.
I tell you arh, when you try to put a stop to his atrocious behaviour you can pop a few blood vessels in your head.
I almost did.
I screamed at him so much, my heart beat very fast after that.
Last night I almost landed my knuckles on his stupid head.
ok lor.
Not that fun lor.
Just a nice change of environment and a rare chance to live in a nice big house for a change.
But so many things happened.
*sigh*

Today is Monday. Blue blue Monday

i'll be going to Malaysia tomorrow.
last minute notice from the fickle mind of my mother.
it's good too.
i'm starting to miss my family there.
and i'm getting bored here.

Today is Thursday

Relatives came to my house just now.
All 12 of them.
And anyway I don't have a lot to say to them.
They stayed for a while, ate lunch, then went off.
My uncle was here for business so they just popped by.
Woo.
Looks like my plan for the band is finally on its way.
I found one member.
Haha.
I'm gonna work my ass off, study my ass off, and play my ass off.
While I'm still young.
*shrugs*

Uhh.

Somebody commented in thy blog.
Somebody from some nippledrive.com.
Hahaha a porno webmaster stepped onto thy blog.
But to think I actually have people stepping onto my blog.
That's good.
HEY.
I WANT TO START A BAND.
AGAIN.
ANY TAKERS?

Whoopeee

Aww, how mushy can I get.
My blog was dead.
Now I'm back to revive it.
During this long period of time i did a lot of things,
and i recently lost something.
Not gonna tell you what.
Anyways, school's gonna start soon.
So not looking foward to that considering I've been slacking my ass off for the past 6 months.
But to think about it, I am going to have to step into the adult society in just about 1 year plus.
But that's kinda fast, way too fast.
I'm still a kid.
Uhh.
Then I'll make myself a lot of money and do whatever the hell I want.
I used to think I have no life.
Now I have a lot more interesting lives.
Not gonna tell you what lives.
Hahaha.
But I'm happy about it.
=D

This is for you

These days while you are away,
my skies are grey.
You've showered me with so much love and care,
I'm helpless when you are not there.
I think about you all the time,
and of when you'll really be mine.

Your voice rings at the back of my head,
you're the best that I've ever had.
I want to be with you,
even when you have your Monday blues.
Those I love yous and kisses of goodnight
were always there to hold me tight.
Try as I might,
I can never forget you,
not tonight.

Darlin', without you in my life, I'd be so lonely.
If you leave me, I'll go crazy.
Your good morning sms-es never fail to brighten up my day.
I love you, my love, I'll never go away.

I'm sticking with you,
attached to your back with Uhu glue.
You light up the candles in my life,
With you around, these flames will never die.

[ Baby, I wrote this for you in 10 minutes.
This is the sappiest and mushiest thing I've ever written.
GOOD LORD.
But I've never been so serious about this,
I mean all of the words I've written,
all 158 of them.
Call me when you see this.
Did you get anything for me from Taiwan?
Haha (: ]

Update

let's see, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday I have work.
so I'm left with Thursday to get Xiao Hong's baby a gift.
his wife gave birth on the 17th.
haha the baby damn cute lah, like his dad.
they have the same eyes.
wahaha.
okay so today and tomorrow I'm going to work out what I'm going to do with myself in my very spare time.
uhh.
what?

One Thing

I want to say something.
the Tammy sibei stupid.

Uhh.

long time no log onto IRC.
seems like now the Tammy home-made sex video in the handphone is the hot topic.
IRC is still fun lah.
you don't know anybody.
talk rubbish loh.
laugh at people when they say something stupid.
catch up with what they're saying.
i'm just bored lah.

A Great Loss

Mr. S Rajaratnam passed away, today he would be 91.
that's quite an accomplishment already, being able to live until this ripe old age.
before his passing i think not many young people know about him right.
then now he's gone everybody knows about him.
he wrote the Singapore pledge right.
in the afternoon i watched them bring his body from the Parliament House to the Esplanade, then listen to the big shots give their eulogies.
i almost fell asleep.
nevertheless, it was a solemn event.
i dunno lah, hearing about what a great man he was, it made me sad.

speaking of death,
i wanna talk about the Ah How case.
he has a pending death sentence right.
give him a chance lah.
i mean, we all make mistakes.
he still has a wife and a kid, and people who love him.
surely we shouldn't take his life.
give him 20 years imprisonment or some strokes of the cane, at least he'll still be around to see his family.
you know about his dad asking people to sign the petition to ask Mr. President to spare his life?
go to the temple place opposite Bugis and sign it.
i did it.

Some err Pictures

A colleague used my phone to take pictures of this kid at the restaurant.
Haha look at his eyes.
Dunno where i got this picture. Nice.


The rock gods of today.

We'll never be forgotten. Hiack hiack hiack.

Update Update!

long time since i blogged.
forgive me, for i've cast my self interest elsewhere.
in which case, my hectic work schedule.
i sound like a bored, aging, balding working adult who leads a life living in the office 18 hours a day.
whom, afterwhich, leads no life at all.
the pay is okay, working environment is good, the staff and work is plenty fun.
an excellent choice of part time work, although i do not wish to carry on with this when i step into the workforce.
i can't live serving people, i live to be served.
heh.
other than that, i have to tolerate with being constantly bullied.
ahem, in a good way.
we love to make a joke out of everything.
so fun lah, you get paid to have fun.
can't wait for the next working day.

received my results earlier.
no feelings and reflection and emotions whatsoever.
guess i'm probably used to the fact that we have to go through this someday, no matter the final outcome.
my results are never good, nor are they bad.
i have to say likewise this time around.
now all i have to deal with is the chore of deciding what course i'm going to take.
this is the test of realism.
it doesn't get any more real than this.

Werrk.

work sucks okay.
except for having to look at him 8 hours a day, 6 days a week.
it's tiring lah, having to walk around all day,
then i come home with my feet aching.
but i'm gonna continue with the job even after poly starts,
cos i'll be saving up for my scooter.
drive to work.
vroom-vroooom!
drive to school.
vroom-vroooooooooom!
but it's dangerous hor.
if a car hits the bike it's not the car that flies.
shit man.

Lalala

cupid has striked again.
for the second time.
i'm shot.
he looks chinese[as in from china]/hong kong-ese/taiwanese.
black hair with blonde streak in the fringe.
looks to be around the age of 20 but from closer inspection, i'm not sure anymore.
purses his lips, doesn't smile a lot.
today i was on the same bus as him.
stared at the back of his head for 15 minutes.
*sigh*

Urrgh.

yesterday the blasted sky opened up and poured non-stop for more than 12 hours.
feck.

Rob Rob Rob

i'm just so caught up with Robbie Williams that out of nowhere,
this verse popped into my mind.

"I met Robbie Williams on the way to church,
I was so psyched my stomach did a lurch.
Never did I expect to meet him,
This precious moment must be God given.
I walked up to him to shake his hand,
And tell him that I'm his biggest fan."


All that you see above is purely fictional.
I AM NOT a church goer,
nor have I met Robbie Williams.

?!!

last night was watching this movie called 'Spy Game' starring Brad Pitt.
uhh.
Adrian Pang was in it.
in the same scene as Brad Pitt.
huh?
which means he's Brad Pitt's co-star.
HUH?!

The Devil's Kid

the neighbour's kid.
SUPERMAN!
BATMAN!
SPIDERMAN!
he's always screaming.
this morning i yelled at him,
'BANANA MAN!'
then i waved a banana in front of him.
my back was facing him and for dunno for what reason he whacked my right ass cheek.
damn pain ah.

New Year Resolutions

Since the new year is coming, might as well get my New Year Resolutions out.

1. Earn money and get my guitar
2. Write many songs
3. Make my ma happy
4. Be a better person
5. Remember to be a better person
6. Less TV, more music
7. Discover my goal in life
8. Always understand what the hell I'm doing
9. Appreciate the world
10. Smile more, smirk less
11. Laugh more, grumble less
12. Bring an umbrella out when it's going to rain
13. Terrorize little kids less
14. Save money
15. Not to smoke or take drugs
16. Try hard to not beat people up
17. Try to not curse and swear
18. Be more political
19. To not be an environmental hazard
20. To not become a terrorist
21. To not abuse and terrorize little old ladies
22. To not cry unless deeply touched
23. To not laugh unless absolute necessary
24. To remember to stop laughing
25. To refrain myself from buying clocks as presents
26. To stop whacking the computer when it hangs
27. To refrain myself from snorting at unfunny jokes
28. To try to not burp all the time
29. To take up Ultimate Farting
30. Write a book
31. To stop wishing that it would snow in Singapore
32. To stop roaring when watching football in the middle of the night
33. Laugh a normal laughter
34. Burp discreetly
35. Try not to let my obsession with Robbie Williams ruin my psychological being
36. To stop hollering songs, but actually sing them
37. Go for counselling once in a while
38. Remember to shit everyday
39. Eat moderately
40. To stop eating my facial wash
41. To be happy when waking up in the morning, but be happier when going to sleep at night
42. Watch more of Channel News Asia and less of Suria
43. Save up soon for a scooter bike
44. Save up soon for a BMW
45. Thank God to have brought me into this wonderful world
46. To be less sarcastic
47. To kick my bad habit of reading orbituaries
48. To be more sociable
49. To not say 'fuck' or 'fuck you' too often
50. To have a shorter list of New Year Resolutions

Err 2 Hungry Ghost Festivals?

i checked the lunar calendar.
okay i actually know how to read a lunar calendar.
so i'm not really entirely useless afterall.
i found out that the hell gate's gonna open twice next year.
apparently one of them's fake.
i dunno.
that's what ma said.
but if one of them is fake,
then how do we know when they're coming out.
that's why we have to do the same preparation and invite and welcome them up here twice.
uhh.
weird.

New Blogskin

woo i like this, man.
there's nothing here except words.
words words words and more words.

The Father of All Cockroaches

IT'S THE TY-RANY! OF NORMA-LITY!
Papa Roach rocks, man.
despite their dumb name.
who wants to be known as the Father of Cockcroaches, anyway.

Oh, Kids

i love the shows in the morning, during weekdays.
i watch Designer Guys, Debbie Travis' Facelift, Jamie Oliver shows.
i've been watching Jamie Oliver's shows since dunno when.
this time the show is called Jamie's School Dinners.
he tries to change the way school kids in England are eating.
cos their cafeteria food are mostly junk.
fish and chips, something weird i remember vividly that's called Turkey Twizzlers.
most of the food deep fried.
contains no vitamins.
all just rubbish lah.
some kids even eat chocolates and sweets during their lunches.
how can they survive man.
Jamie tries to change the cafeteria food to healthier stuff, more veggie and carbo and vitamins.
some schools were a success but some schools failed.
that's quite nobel, right?
he's unlike some celebrities who become successful and stop thinking about others but focusing on themselves.
he puts people's lives in perspective.
he has changed many lives, i agree.
then he has to juggle between this thing he's doing, and his restaurant Fifteen, and his family.
i'd like to check out Fifteen haha.
he has a pretty wife and lovely kids.
this one time i watched the show,
one of his kid, the older one, dunno Popey or Daisy,
he was sitting her on his lap.
suddenly the kid stuck her finger in his dad's chest and said, "hello. i like you."
then Jamie replied, "oh, i like you too."
i dunno what's funny about that but i laughed.
i think kids are crazy.
last night my neighbour's kid's friend came to visit him.
they were out in the corridor.
guess what they were doing?
they zoomed past my door every few seconds.
two kids flying past your doorstep can make you crazy.
and they run very fast.
i really mean zooming.
ZOOOM!
one flies past.
ZOOOOOM!
another flies past.
i wonder what their mothers feed them.
then suddenly the kid next door appears at my doorstep and shouted, "BANG BANG!"
no, he screamed.
i was watching TV.
scared the hell outta me.
then again he screams, "POLICE!"
yeah right.
the kid next door is the loud cop, his friend is the silent superhero.
he just holds his gun and stares.
that one very cute.
he looks like a smaller version of his dad.
same hair cut some more.
the noisy kid damn hyper.
he must be drinking coffee instead of milk.
once, he gave a tarzan yell and thumped his friend on the head.
the boy stared at his abuser then burst out crying.
poor boy, didn't fight back.
and he's older and taller then the noisy kid.

Yay A Job

i've got a job.
i've enough of slacking.
i've no purpose in life, man.
i'm gonna be working in a dim sum restaurant in Chinatown.
the money's okay.
the down side is having to wake up at six in the morning cos work starts at 7am.
i'd probably have to wake up earlier cos i live in Toa Payoh.
it takes 30 fucking minutes to get to Chinatown on bus 143.
have to go past balestier, novena, newton, orchard, blah blah blah blah, then reach Chinatown.
sight-seeing every morning, man.
think of all the stuff i'll buy with the money.
*HUGE GRIN*

Missing School [don't laugh]

i miss school.
i miss 4e4.
i miss the fucking building.
i miss the class' roudiness.
i miss the teachers' reprimandings.
i miss having to rush through homework.
i miss not caring about homework.
i miss mugging for exams.
i miss flunking tests.
i miss getting into trouble.
i miss the canteen food.
i miss morning assemblys.
i miss sleeping on the bus on the way to school.
i miss carrying my bag of school books.
i miss my school books. [i chucked them out. except for History stuff.]
i miss laughing as a class.
i miss sms-ing when the teachers aren't looking.
i miss being united as a class.

The Malaysian Trip

the Malaysian trip wasn't what i expected.
not very fun.
it's only been 10 days.
used to stay there up til two and a half weeks.
Malaysia has changed, fashion-wise.
all those surf brands Billabong, Quicksilver, Ripcurl, Roxy.
but all fake lah of cos, hard to find genuine.
if they sell genuine i don't think anybody will wanna buy.
cos it's expensive there.
there's a shop selling all those fake surf brand stuff where i bought a lotta things.
but some of the shirts looked like those you buy at Pasar Malams.
some for RM10, some for RM15.
but then there are those nicer ones but aren't surf brand stuff that costs around RM40.
and then all those accesories.
they sell stuff that look like they come out of 77th Street.
i think they're trying to be like Singapore leh.
most of the shops look like Far East Plaza's.
instruments there are waaaaaay cheap.
too cheap, to my delight.
accoustic guitars costs about RM300, those basic ones.
electric guitars costs around RM600.
and i was shocked, i saw a drum set going for RM1,280.
if i could i would have bought the drum set.
i only have to find a way to pack that home.
i'm going to get me an electric guitar there next year.
which reminds me,
anybody wanna go shopping next year at Malaysia before the Year End Sale ends?
the last day is 31st Jan, which is also my birthday haha.
i have no problem with the destinations, i know how to get my way around.
or we can plan a class shopping trip together.
book a whole bus to bring us there.
KL?
whee.
let me know if you wanna go.

The Land I Love

so i'm in Malaysia now.

to my dearest yongyong, if you're reading this, who says i can't blog in Malaysia?

he says he misses my blog entries.

well.

we went shopping earlier.

bought some pirated stuff.

CDs, DC shoes and a hoodie.

i love the hoodie!

this is the dream land of piracy, man.

i'll probably get sued for saying this.

but who can resist getting CDs at prices as cheap as RM6 each, along with lyrics?

ma didn't want me to buy a lot.

so i got 2.

only.

=(

but compared to the other things i bought,

wow.

hehehe.

Just A Thought

i want a vote in my own life.

Criss Angel: Mindfreak

last night ate too much of mom's curry.
today i have the diarrhoea thing going on.
i've been shitting like fuck.

watched Criss Angel: Mindfreak last night.
he was good, man.
i mean okay lah, like what a magician is.
he has a rock star look, instead of a magician.
David Blaine is mysterious and stuff, i think he's way better than Criss Angel.
Criss Angel has the face of JC Chasez, the eyes of Rob, and John Travolta's chin.
and he wears eyeliner, oh my God.
David Copperfield is the best there is, i think.
that stunt he pulled, the one that he separated his body into two, that was freaky.
but i was like, 'He's good!'
first magician who has had me at the edge of my seat.
i have a thing for magicians hahaha.

back to Criss Angel.
the fire stunt he pulled wasn't very impressive.
i mean, although he loves his mom and did that for her birthday,
i think i would have died if i was his mom.
i mean, what a thing to do for your mom, right?
by setting yourself on fire?
that put me off.
the voodoo doll trick was good.
he's crazy.

next episode he's gonna do the levitating thing, like when you float off the ground.
like what David Blaine did.
i think Criss Angel is too... cheery.
for a magician.
he's too normal leh.

i don't really like that show much,
not as much as i like Blaine and Copperfield's.
something was lacking.
i don't know what.
i think it's the way he does magic to show off and impress people.
David Blaine does his stuff, freak people out, give a dark smile, then walk away,
let you feel like you've seen a ghost.
okay that's what i like.
like he's does his magic for the sake of magic.
and he can do pretty exteme stuff,
like plucking a chicken's head off and fixing it back.

my relatives are coming over from Malaysia tomorrow.
all 13 of them, or 14.
my house is gonna be packed.
it's my cousin's wedding tomorrow.
wish her all the best.

Just A Thought

i want to hold my breath for as long as it takes.
i want to stop breathing just long enough to know what it would be like to be totally still.
like being just a cough away from death.
not really there - not really here.

New Blogskin

i like this blogskin, man.
suddenly had a strong urge to revert back to a blogger skin.
it looks nice, doesn't it?
there's a nice adult feel to it, cos it's named tequila something.
and there's no more tagboard.
so don't tag loh, people.
in case some bitch comes along and says something nasty again.
like i care.
uhh.

A Peep Into My World

i'm sleeping on a double decker bed.
the top part.
i'm constantly living in fear that i'd fall off and break my neck.
i remember first listening to 'Mockingbird' by Eminem on the radio.
i cried cos it was so emotional.
i was also struck by how emotional a rap song can get.
i'm sure that's just how Eminem is.
then this morning i was listening to his new song 'When I'm Gone'.
it was beautiful.
have you ever realised,
his songs are the most emotional there is in the world of rap.
how hard a man is,
but he can sing about his daughter with so much love and admiration.
yeah but aside from all the other rubbish songs he sings.

i love the darkness.
where no one can see me.
i feel at ease and relaxed.
it's like the darkness just envelopes me and shields me from the bright and demanding rays of the sunlight during the day.
in the darkness i can do things, and no one would holler at me.
cos they can't see me and get at me.

i love books.
i know i sound like a dork saying that but i can't help it.
i love the feeling of being lost in a story.
it's like the book just eats me up and i'm caught up in the story, the characters, and the plot of the story.

The Night of the Prom

it was okay.
the food was okay.
everything was okay.
took a lotta photos after that.
then it seems like everyone went clubbing.
around 13 of us went to this club called the Phunk Bar.
it was okay.
then until around 3am the police came.
i think we weren't supposed to be inside so we had to go before the police checked.
there was a time when the place got oo smoky and i had tears running down my face.
i was like, huh?
you can't imagine what my clothes smelt like.
okay, like, very smoky.
i went home later on and made my mom smell my blazer.
then went to the Bras Basah Kopitiam and Siling, Janice, Zhi Yang, PY, Noviani and I stayed until dawn.
then i went home and slept from 8am to 1.30pm, and from 3pm to 6.30pm.
watched Li Jia Wei get defeated by China girl Zhang Xue Ling.
table tennis is too intense.
not my kinda sport.
i still prefer soccer.
but now no soccer.
swimming is good.
Mark Chay!
hahaha.
our water polo team not bad.
get gold every year.
i love sports.
can't wait for the World Cup next year.

Just A Thought

i want to be six years old again - just for a day.
it's not that things were so much better back then.
they sucked.
but i was the kind of kid who knew how to laugh about it all.
that's what i want.
i want to laugh.

Malaysian Police Made China Girl Strip

apparently some Malaysian police made a China girl strip naked and do squats.

wah lau.

they ruin my country lah.

bastards.

The Longest Blog Entry in the World

prom's just a few days away.
it's become another burden for most of us i think.
i mean, have to worry about this and about that.
haiyah.
it's weird, man.
now that o levels are over and all,
there's still something else that bugs me.
it's not the prom, i know.
but it's something i can't figure out.
i dunno what is it.
i keep dreading something.
these few days quite lethargic.
uhh.
the people in IRC really have no life, man.
you use your nick as something which hints that you're female,
immediately after you log in so many people wanna talk to you.
i used my nick as 'blogger', or 'silhoute'.
i stayed there for half an hour nobody talked to me.
except for a guy named 'cable' who keep showing me the link to some porn website
and i told him to fuck off.
but these people never get back at you.
i think i'll try and curse and curse at him until he gets irritated.
sigh.
see what i've becomed?
i've becomed an ass who enjoys irritating people.
i've degraded, man.
*heaves a loud sigh*
and then IRC ah.
the two words that have been said to me the most in my life online is..
guess.
'dirty chat?'
wtf.
now i just have to copy the two words 'fuck off',
and put it to use if anyone uses the god forbidden words with me.
then you ask me why i go IRC then?
i go there to talk to nice and interesting people,
and have met quite a few.
although some i lost contact with,
but the longest friend i've had from there is for about two and a half years.
not bad already.
i've just realised.
i hate musicals.
so from now on,
i'm not gonna spend money watching movie musicals or just musicals.
i can't stand people singing their dialogues.
haha that's a good way to put it.
i watched phantom of the opera,
i can't watch it another time.
i got very bored.
and the singing irritated me.
and corpse bride.
it was worse.
a musical cartoon.
what's with musicals?
they want to sing what they say.
like very ridiculous right?
to think i was in the school choir for 4 years.
lalalala.
my sis keeps wearing my school tie which i now hang on my handphone charger for decoration and to signify that i love my school a lot (bleagh) to just put it on her and pretend she's Zheng Zhe from Wang Zi Bian Qing Wa.
i missed the chance to meet David Beckham, man.
one of my biggest regrets in my life, along with other things.
that time he came down for the Olympics thing.
that day i had school lah.
should have skipped school, man.
then another time he came with Man Utd lah.
aiyah Man Utd going down the drain already.
keep losing good players.
some people say it's the issue between Sir Alex Ferguson and Beckham that made him leave.
and the offer of dunno how much for him to join Real Madrid was the chance to go.
Ferguson don't like him mah.
but why do this to him, man.
he's been there since he was like, 11.
he joined the kiddo team for Man Utd lah.
it was his home.
wah lau i think already become so gek sim.
shat.
i've really degraded.
too much reading of rockson's blog has made me write the way he writes.
minus the &^@#%!*^% things.
hahaha.
my this entry very long hor?
cos i have nothing to do.
haha Jude Law very cute.
he's on my wallpaper.
his olive green eyes looking so intense,
he's expressionless.
and his right arm crossed over to his left shoulder with a cigarette clenched between his fingers.
wow.
looks no use lah.
he cheated on his wife.
slept with his kid's hot nanny.
i laughed when i read the article.
damn funny hahaha!
see?
celebrities and movie stars are all sot sot up there.
they can't think straight, man.
they are always looking for trouble.
or maybe just looking for publicity.
yah cos Jude Law hasn't been on the headlines lately.
the new Madonna song's quite hot.
'Hung Up'.
nice.
but then the thing i don't like about her is that she's had 11 abortions.
or more than that cos when i heard about that, it was two years ago.
kill so many babies loh.
she so rich,
can give birth and donate her babies to a football team hahaha!!
but if she really give birth to so many babies she sure die.
die a mother pig hahahaha!!
i want my blog to be famous,
like XiaXue, Rockson, and Blinkymummy.
nah don't want lah.
then it'll take forever to load the web page.
too many comments haha.
Rockson has over 200 comments for some of his entries.
he's a typical Singaporean ah beng.
but don't Singaporeans just love ah bengs?
oh come on, Singapore produce ah bengs!
this entry will take a long time to publish haha.
all thanks to my lagging computer and dumb internet connection,
it has made me what i am today.
back to the subject of IRC.
there was once, not too long ago,
that i met a girl.
she's a lesbian.
she's 15.
and she told me her friends dared her to try to wear a vey short skirt with no panties underneath.
then she told me the length of the skirt i'm like WHAT?!
i've never seen such a short skirt.
or maybe she's just exagerrating.
she says, 'until the butt there.'
i was thinking,
then you can go and die,
wear such a short skirt zao geng then that's the end of you.
males of all ages will follow you home and line up outside your door step.
but then again she don't like men,
she's a lesbian.
and she's 15.
then another guy told me he lost his virginity at 13.
then i'm like,
at 13 your bird bird can't even work properly lah.
Singaporeans aren't who you think they are.
oh my god get the proper perspective of the way you think of Singaporeans.
now i don't like Singapore even more.
but i don't have a problem with that.
i just have a problem with the citizens and the government.
which leads me to think again,
why am i so irritated at everything?
but i will just tell myself,
you're just too paranoid after living on this earth for 16 years.
maybe you should go and die and everything will be okay.
don't have to face Singapore and the government.
and don't have to face prom night.
and don't have to face everything.
and you should thank your ma for giving birth to you into this bloody country where kids have sex at 13!
if i tell this to my grandma, she will have a heart attack plus stroke plus fits and die.
choy ge lei!
my grandma will live a long life.
long live the ah ma!
i will die first before she dies.
is this the world's longest blog entry?
i think it is.

Me Got Spammed

someone spammed me.

in my tag board.

like i care, you bitch.

and i know who you are.

BITCH.

Just A Thought

i want to get myself real high.
i want to get so far off the ground that my hair gets caught on cloud dust.
cloud dust is that stuff clouds leave behind when they're floating fast across the sky.
that's what i want.
cloud dust.

The Match

oh man!
Singapore win Myanmar 1-0!
which means for Singapore,
we achieved 2 victories, 1 draw, and 1 defeat.
haha the match was good.
WE were good.

Emotionless

here's a song the Madden brothers wrote, which can be found on their second album, The Young & The Hopeless.

a little song, but means ever so much.

Emotionless

hey dad, i'm writing to you
not to tell you that i still hate you
just to ask you how you feel
and how we fell apart, how this fell apart.
are you happy out there in this great wide world?
do you think about your sons?
do you miss your little girl?
when you lay your head down
how do you sleep at night?
do you even wonder if we're alright?
we're alright
we're alright

it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried?
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not okay
but we're alright
i remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
but those are just a long lost memory of mine
i spent so many years learning how to survuve
now i'm writing just to let you know i'm still alive

the days i spent so cold, so hungry
were full of hate, i was so angry
the scars run deep inside this tattooed body
there's things i'll take to my grave
but i'm okay, i'm okay

it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried?
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not okay
but we're alright

i remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
but those are just a long lost memory of mine
i spent so many years learning how to survuve
now i'm writing just to let you know i'm still alive

and sometimes i forgive
yeah and this time i'll admit
that i miss you
said i miss you

it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried?
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not okay
but we're alright
i remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
but those are just a long lost memory of mine
i spent so many years learning how to survuve
now i'm writing just to let you know i'm still alive
and sometimes i forgive
yeah this time i'll admit
that i miss you
i miss you...
hey dad.

Oh Boredom, the Great Evil

haa.
made a new friend on IRC today.
he's nice and crazy hahaha.
still can't get over IRC man.
IRC's the place to either make friends, enemies, or just to cyber.
LOL.
if only MSN was as good as IRC.
but just like my friend said, MSN is killing the world.
ahhh.

so bored man.
nothing to do at home.
these days i keep myself busy by cleaning my room.
yeah you must be thinking.
you're THAT bored?!
yeah i am.
but it feels good too.
to see my room clean for once.
haha.

cleaned out my computer too.
deleted all the rubbish that was supposed to be deleted long ago but didn't go around to delete them.
haa.

The Ultimate Cuss Phrase

just thinking.

i wanna scold someone,

"Feck you, you motherfecker!"

it'll be funny.

LOL.

py's dying huiling's hair now.

i'm bleaching some of my hair.

wahahahahahahaha.

Coloured Hair

i've dyed my hair.

but i can't see it.

other people can see it.

but i still can't see it.

what the hey, forget it.

thks py for helping me with it.

huiling's gonna get hers done in the afternoon.

lol py should really collect money for helping people dye their hair.

when's the next match?

ahh hope we win this time round.

don't shake your head man.

our team not bad already.

unlike the Indonesians.

cheaterbugs.

lol okay i have nothing against them.

haa.

yawns man.

sian.

what am i to do with this three months of free time if i don't get a job?

to blog daily of course!

uhh?

well then again i'm really just a natural born lazy asssss.

i love saying that.

lazy asssss.

abbie the lazy assssss.

abbie the lazy asssss with a big assssss who's really just a dumb assssss.

uhhhh.

i'm halfway through this book

about Sven-Goran Erikkson the England football coach.

this book is about his leadership qualities and how we can improve our leadership qualities.

2 weeks already and i'm still wondering why i got this book in the first place.

cos holding it in my hands makes me look like a pro.

haha i've got a big ego.

oh and i've got sideburns.

py helped to dye the sideburns too.

but i don't hink the got on very well.

i joked that i wanted to get my eyebrows done.

but what the fuck is with my corny jokes they don't get anyone laughing.

i'm really just a natural born lazy assss with a dumb sense of humour who desperately wants to make people laugh but can't.

oh man i'm such a loser.

a loser who's blogging to let the whole world see what a loser i am.

shat.

reached home at about 8am
took a long shower and scrubbed my feet til they were bright red.
hahaha.
slept like a log til 1pm.

oh man.
watched the match between Singapore and Indonesia.
Indonesians so cheeeat one!
they play foul lah.
but they ended up 0-0.
ah waste of time man.
i thought Singapore would win.
but can see that they did their best lah.
our captain shed tears.
which brought me back to think,
where the hell is Aide Iskandar?
he was the captain during the Tiger Cup.
lol the Tiger Cup rocked man.
next match is against Myanmar i think.

oh yeah.
this goes to show that the Indonesians were a bit humji also.
okay lah one player.
he was going to score,
very close to scoring.
but he hesitated because of Lionel Lewis lah i think.
lol.
he scared mah.
cos he's tall.
haha he has ridiculously long legs
which makes him like,
the goalkeeper with the best potential.
not that he's not good lah.
HE'S THE BEST.

GO TEAM SINGAPORE!

hmm.

i've discovered my love for blogging long ago

but haven't been around to blog.

uhh.

o levels ended now i realise i don't really have nothing to do except look for work but then again i'm just a natural born lazy assssss.

uhh.

haven't slept the whole night haha cos had bbq last night

after that me amanda sockhoon huiling and py were looking like idiots thinking we could walk all the way from pasir ris to amk.

we walked for an hour but were still at pasir ris drive 1.

we walked from end to end.

then a cab driver took us back to amk for free.

there were 3 vertical lines on the side of my head when they said they wanted to walk the expressway. PIE SLE OR CTE whatever.

it's looooooooong man.

will die man.

i sat at the curb several times.

hurhur.

my legs are still muddy man.

the mud is imprinted on my legs.

we must support our Team Singapore okay.

we must have the Singapore team spirit.

we cannot forever support other country's football teams like Man Utd Liverpool shit.

and what about local talents.

not everybody support local singers and bands right.

aiyahh.

kek sim ah.

ahh fuck.

everyday starts with studying and ends with studying/

can't wait for all this to be OVER.

can't wait as in want to take a pee but no toilet around and can't wait to sit on one that type.

after 'O's get a job.

earn some money.

get my guitar.

go to Malaysia.

arrgh.

oh yeah.

it is confirmed.

i'm gonna go to Thailand with vivien and her sis come February.

haha bungee jumping baby!

i'm gonna sing my heart out when i'm on the way down.

WTF?!!

listening to Perfect 10 now.

the '9 million bicycles in Beijing'

that song.

what is the world coming to.

people singing this kind of song.

like the White Stripes song.

here i go thinking about the doorbell

thinking about the doorbell

when you gonna ring it

when you gonna ring it

LOL.

err rock is still my type.

not this kind of crap song.

some can't feel it.

but there're emotions and feelings behind every note and pitch played by instruments.

like 'a picture paints a thousand words'?

i'd say 'an instrument paints a thousand words'.

you can feel the sadness, the angst, the pain

behind every song.

of course the lyrics play a big role but the instruments help narate the song.

lyrics are important.

whoever will think of writing songs concerning bicycles in beijing and doorbells

ahh and of course 'the voice'

yeah.

there's a jail in Punggol?

just thinking.

i'm definitely gonna write a book.

i wanna narate someone's life.

there's this popstar..

okay i just wanna write about him.

he grew up in a broken family.

screwed around in school.

took drugs, drank alot, yeah the stuff.

then joined a band.

became very very huge in the UK.

but he was the youngest in the group, see.

he felt he didn't belong.

then met someone from a famous rock band.

screwed around somemore.

now that he's rich,

he took more drugs, drank alot more,

fucked around with women.

basically he just wasted his life away.

then he tried to get himself back.

went for therapy and all that.

he's a better man now.

but there's this hurt soul in him,

although behind the facade you couldn't see a glimpse of that.

he's very famous, very big,

but something was lacking in him.

people around him want to heal him.

women do.

but he doesn't have many friends.

but the thing that inspired me about him is that

he's able to take control of himself and change back to his old self.

his better self.

he knows how much his family and friends love him.

he's not just gonna let them down like that.

that's something to learn from him.

i'm still waiting for him to come to Singapore.

just thinking.
life is not destined.
if i'm to die tomorrow,
i can change that.

something inspirational just struck me.
think i'm gonna write a book.

err ben's face is hidden.
anyways.
i'm happy to say that i'm blogging almost daily.
remember a time when i didn't blog for months?
well what's the point of having a blog then?

this morning i was reading a book.
when suddenly my neighbour's 2 year old son started wailing like crazy.
followed by his mother's screams of abuse at her son.
then i heard whacks of cane on skin.
followed by more wailing, all along getting louder.
then she screamed like a mad woman,
"stop crying!"
and piacks of the cane.
and everytime she screamed"stop crying!",
she whacks her kid even harder.
i was getting very irritated by the din they were making.
i was trying to read!
i thought,
how the hell is your kid gonna shut up when you keep beating him.
he was in pain for God's sake!

i like that kid.
he's nice.
cute.
playful.
all the good things you see in toddlers.
a few nights back.
i got off the elavator.
he was there,
he shyly said a 'hello'.
he just learnt to say that.
after that he giggled and ran to his mum.
i said hello back and smiled at him.
he brightened up my day.

i don't understand why his mum is always beating him up or hurling abuse at him.
he's your son, if you're not gonna love him,
why the hell did you give birth to him then?
got hole in the condom arhh?!
even if the kid's in the wrong you could always lecture him or talk to him nicely what.
he's just 2!
he celebrated his birthday 2 nights ago!
c'mon lah, give him a good childhood.

when i have kids.
i'm gonna give them the best.
i think every kid deserves a good childhood.
when they grow up, they get to think back and say nice stuff about their childhood.
like his 3rd birthday, his first attempt at cycling.
his first toy.
definitely not his first caning!

yeah.
to give him the happiest days as a kid

me, py and ben took this on the night of the night of the GC interview on Sunday.

before that we went for sting ray. it tasted horrible.