impersonal rants of a bibliophile

2006-08-02T21:27:00.000+08:00

Just in case you haven't noticed,

i am permanently staying at http://rotting-peonies.blogspot.com/ thk you.

so you see i have nothing to update.

2006-06-19T22:10:00.000+08:00

so you see i have nothing to update.

You Are 0% Vain

You don't have a vain bone in your body - almost as a matter of principal.

How Vain Are You?

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy

In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.
You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.

Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

You Have a Melancholic Temperament

Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.
You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.
You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.

Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.
You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.
Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.

At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.
You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.
You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.

What Temperment Are You?

You demand to be judged on who you are, not what you look like.

You Are 68% Cynical

You're a full blown cynic... and probably even skeptical of these results.
You have your optimistic moments, but most likely you keep them to yourself.

How Cynical Are You?

Your Japanese Name Is...

Tanaka Kuga

What's your Japanese Name?

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2006-05-17T01:35:00.000+08:00

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Ok i can start a lengthy rant on my lack of money, but i think i should just shut up. To cheer myself up, i decided to get a new dress (I know! The irony!!). I dont care if i will ruin myself by doing this! What can be worse than my state now??? You know how people cure bad throats by eating more chocolates? Or how they lessen pain by inflicting more pain on themselves? This is called 'yi du gong du'. I hope it works for me.

Furthermore, I need it for erm, some wedding i have to attend soon! Yes! Its not a stupid excuse for spending money that i shouldn't! Its not an excuse! Its not an excuse! I'm telling you it's not! So this question is, which one should i get. Or maybe both suck. I know I am sounding stupid but forgive me! I'm going through some rough times!! These are rather horrible pics though i admit.

Eh this dress looks weird cause it is one size too big. And the photo sucks. Shit, maybe i shouldn't buy anything.

Argh i'm so depressed! Please give me some money!

Lavenders.

2006-05-16T16:46:00.000+08:00

Lavenders

Fantasy, enchantment, dreams, myths, spiritual beings, angels, fairies are all concepts which fill the Lavenders' mind. Lavenders tend to live in a fantasy world. They prefer to spend their time out of their bodies, where life is pretty and enchanting. It is challenging for these airy beings to live in three-dimensional reality.

Lavenders prefer imaginary pictures of the world, seeing butterflies, flowers and wood nymphs rather than dirt, concrete and large cities. Physical reality seems cold and harsh to them. These sensitive creatures are fragile and frail, and their physical appearance is often weak and pale.

Lavenders' skin is often alabaster white because they don't like being outdoors, unless it is to be gently surrounded by beautiful flowers and gardens. These child-like personalities are sensitive and simple. Lavenders would rather spend time watching clouds float by or daydreaming. They prefer to escape this reality with all of its demands and responsibilities.

The Lavenders behavior tends to frustrate others who may expect them to be dependable and responsible. Lavenders have no understanding of what it means to hold a responsible job or to earn money. They are more familiar with other dimensions and imagined realities.

Lavenders even have a difficult time relating to or connecting with the concepts of time, space and physical matter. They tend to experience events in their imaginations, but they are not usually grounded enough in physical reality to actually accomplish anything tangible.

'Lavenders have no understanding of what it means to hold a responsible job or to earn money.' -ha! spot on!

You can take it here.

This is what i want for my birthday.

2006-04-26T13:52:00.000+08:00

This is what i want for my birthday.

Pictures from: here

Their grocery page!

The top 3 on my marriage list.

2006-04-24T21:42:00.000+08:00

The top 3 on my marriage list.

Er, i don't really want to get married, but below are the 3 i have SERIOUSLY considered marrying. The only small problem is that i cannot marry them. Errrrrr... ya, it's in no order of preference btw.

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1)Ella Fitzgerald

Ok i know i should just quit talking about Ella- i bet most of my friends are getting really bored by the whole Ella issue. But still, she's like the 1st person i ever have thoughts of marrying! Ok next.

2)Sammy Davis Jr.

Ok, i'm this huge, big, big fan of the Rat Pack.

Rat Pack.

I think they are the only group that can rival Ella in my opinion(the best of Rat Pack is the most beautiful album ever, ever). Frank Sinatra needs no further explaination. Dean Martin- think George Clooney times 10. (and i think Clooney is really cool btw, so you can just see how wonderful Dean is). But, but... Sammy is still the best! I'm craving to go watch all the Rat Pack's movies alllllll over again!!

3)Little Richard

I fall in love with him every single time i play his album. This man is a genius and i love him to bits. I don't think you believe me huh. Go buy his album and try yourself.

I'm sorry, but blacks are definately, infinitely superior to everyone else music wise (with exceptions like Dean Martin etc of course). Ok, to be far, they are just better in blues(duh), rock n' roll, jazz(triple duh), soul, eh, even pop. Oh right, hiphop/rap though i'm not a big fan. I am just one step away from worshipping them as Gods.

Sorry for all my late replies and lack of updates etc etc, cause i don't visit my own blog very often these days. Ciao!

Click on the image if you are bored.

2006-04-14T10:46:00.000+08:00

Click on the image if you are bored.

That's *cough* me by the way.

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2006-04-09T23:27:00.000+08:00

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Argh i no longer know where to post my posts. My next post (about beauty pageants) is in rotting peonies. Beware- it is lengthy and stupid.

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2006-04-08T10:13:00.000+08:00

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I have already conjured up new bullshit to write about. Unfortunately i don't have the mood to write. Nevertheless, will be updating rotting peonies more frequently than usual. Have a good day.

The uncle cheated me.

2006-04-02T00:35:00.001+08:00

The uncle cheated me.

In this previous post, i mentioned that i suspected the drunk uncle for overcharging me for batteries. I checked out the prices from another store and they are selling at $16 for 2. I bought it for $25. Normally i would just let it pass, but considering how broke i am these few days, i had to go back to confront the uncle. Ok fine, i was too scared to confront him (he was one scary uncle)- my friend did. After saying some useless crap to defend his actions from last time, and after our refusal to accept his absurd reasons, he gave me 2 extra batteries.

Which also means i have earned an extra battery. I would rather he pay me cash though.

I find this Marcel Proust questionaire rather interesting. I answered it here. Use it if you wish.

(P.S. The onigiri above has no link to the questionaire.)

Just some meaningless post.

2006-03-28T21:49:00.000+08:00

Just some meaningless post.

My wardrobe is meaningless to me unless i have a pretty dress. But unfortunately i do not have a pretty dress.

The first one is my favourite i know it is plain but it is my favourite anyway.

More at: net-a-porter. And thus after looking at the prices i realised that i can never have a pretty dress.

Next are from Neet Magazine. You should check this online magazine out if you're free.

The below 2 is from Mohop. Its kinda cool cause you mix and match the ribbons yourself.

And this is made from a spoon, more at spoonfedart.

This list is what you get when work gets utterly boring.

Eh.

2006-03-26T21:42:00.000+08:00

Eh.

I mentioned something about being near poverty in my last post. I take back my words.

I am IN poverty.

Thank you.

Just now.

2006-03-25T01:08:00.000+08:00

Just now.

I was in town just now when my camera died on me. I seriously panicked like hell cause if it really dies on me i'll die with it too. Ok look, i know i am sounding rather dumb but it's 1.11am and i am rather drained out of energy these days. This is one of those times whereby i want to get my point across and go to sleep.

Anyway, the shops are about to close, so i hurried to one of those camera shops to check if my batteries are out. It turned out to be so, and i had to get new ones. This is my first time getting those batteries myself and i am clueness about the pricing. So when the uncle said "28 dollars.", i half-thought he was joking. I was like "TWENTY-EIGHT DOLLARS???? ARE YOU SURE???!!!" Eh it turned out he wasn't kidding so i had him lower it down to $25. (i have to bargain for everything now, my painting and photography is seriously driving me to near poverty.)

I wasn't really convinced about the price but i was desperate. He then muttered something about him being a bit drunk and said some other random stuff, but i obviously wasn't paying too much attention because i was still haunted by the idea of paying $25 on some damn battery. Suddenly he said something like "you are a pretty girl" or something, and my friend immediately said, "eh ya, you are drunk." (Because the uncle was only praising me. Thanks, Joyce.) But i am not stupid enough to believe him- i was totally convinced that he is saying that because he successfully cheated me my money. Dammit.

Anyway. We went straight to Starbucks after this, and while i was still sitting motionless, trying to recover from my shock from just now, and examining how my pathetic little batteries can worth twenty eight dollars, my friend went ahead and bought some, eh jelly-something-drink. She spent a great 5 minutes trying to get the damn straw in, and failing so, i suggested that she remove the lid.

So she did.

And the jelly-something-drink exploded (ok, spilled some.), spilling an unsightly puddle on the table. Embarrased, we asked one of the staff if he could help clean it up. At first i thought he would be pissed off by the clumsiness and trouble, but he was extremely nice about it. He asked us what drink was that (i was a little puzzled why he asked us this question at first). 5 minutes later, he emerged with a even bigger cup of the same drink!!!!!

Both of us were in a state of shock for 15 minutes. Look, we spilled the damn drink, we troubled him to clear the mess, and he.... gave us a free drink!!???? We couldn't figure out what we really did to deserve it, but my friend did fall in love with him for like 30 minutes.

So yeah, i'm off to sleep.

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2006-03-23T22:19:00.000+08:00

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When i was younger during phone conversations, i would jot down notes on what i am going to tell my friend next so that i wouldn't forget. A couple of years later, i totally forgot my own birthday until someone called and wished me 'happy birthday'. I had to ponder for a while before realizing it. So when i forgot my own age some weeks back, i knew that things are going downhill from there. Especially when i'm at home i will be in this perpetual daze, not knowing what i am doing, not remembering what i should do next. I have to keep repeating simple duties i need to fufill in my head as a forced attempt not to forget. Sometimes everything gets so confused and blanked out that i would just... fall asleep. Thus i have been sleeping early these days.

I nearly fainted in the train this morning. The train was crowded and i was at the verge of collapsing. I immediately pushed my way out at the next stop, in which i must have gained a number of rude stares, but i'm not sure. My ultimate goal at that point of time was to get out of the damn train before i drop. Thankfully i managed to collapse on one of the benches at the station, and i think i looked like a complete idiot.

I felt better after a while, but i think i'm either going mad or have contracted some deadly disease.

Nobody knows...

2006-03-21T22:55:00.000+08:00

Nobody Knows..

is a nice show, so you might like to catch it if you haven't. It is based on a true story in 1988, about this horrible mother who abandoned her 4 children(with 4 different fathers) at home while she went ahead to start a new life with some guy. And the little girl rules.

Below are some stills:

(P.S. Memoirs of Leong Mui is a new blog i am writing currently, based on someone i know. And yes, she is aware of this, and reads it personally. Although the intention of this blog is for entertainment's sake, the contents are all based on true life events and no exaggerations were involved. Pardon the silly name. Thank you.)

What happens when...

2006-03-19T02:13:00.000+08:00

What happens when...

you are starving at 1.35am??

Toast drowned in maple syrup with a dallop of butter/margarine/whatever.

I cut down a bit on the syrup and butter this time. I always have this habit of putting in excessive amounts of condiments. I am trying (sometimes) to cut down my sugar intake.

Then i have a wasabi obsession. Sometimes i buy from this japanese store, and everytime i take my bowl and start putting in those condiments, the aunties at the counter will practically stand motionless and stare wide-eyed at what i'm doing (putting in spices, wasabi and soy sauce). Here are a few examples of what they said (same store but different aunties):

Day A
(me putting in the spices thingy)
Auntie: Eh you put so much, very spicy you know!!
Me: Er yes i know.....

Day B
(me putting in wasabi)
Auntie: Eh are you buying this for yourself?? Or are you doing this to trick someone else??
Me: Errr arh.. ya its for myself...
Auntie: Wah you put so much, really can eat like that?? That means good ah, other people can not trick you, cause u know sometimes people put a lot of wasabi to trick people....
(me- nervous laugh)

Day C
(me putting in soy sauce)
Auntie: Wah you put so much!! You know it's not good to put so much?? At home your mother see never scold??
Me: Errr.. she never scold..
Auntie: I think must be your mother never see that's why never scold, if she see cannot be never say anything one!! It's very bad to put so much!!!

......and left me wondering if it is right to scold your customers... I can't stand it when the auntie will always bring the bowl to me wearing a meaningful look on her face with a slight nod, then saying, "yup i know now"... while bracing herself to stare at my usual routine.

I actually bought a tube for home use!! Haha! My mtoher gave the 'who the hell puts wasabi on white rice look'.

Ok bye.

argh i want to cry!!

2006-03-16T19:23:00.000+08:00

argh i want to cry!!

I don't know why my mother ALWAYS does this to me. Like sucking in my bracelet with the vaccum, like breaking my necklace, like losing some other random stuff (sometimes my clothes go missing magically- they went in the washing machine and never came back, though i have no solid proof for that ). And probably lots more that my failing memory can't recall.

Thus you cannot blame me when i keep having the urge to label my things, like 'this is mine do not touch', or putting up red strings as barriers to prevent anyone from touching certain important things (e.g. dolls).

Let's see, recently I bought a.. what's the name for it.. body scrub? Whatever. I barely bought it for 3 days, used it for like 2 times, and one morning, it was not there in the bathroom anymore. I had to knock at my mother's door 8am in the morning to question her about the missing scrub.

Reason for my scrub's disappearance: She thought that was an old scrub of hers that she didnt want, thus she threw it away. SHE THREW AWAY MY BRAND NEW SCRUB!!!! This is not the first time she threw away my things for stupid reasons but still.. argh!!

So i had to ask her to pay for my new one. I don't care if that sounds unfilial or whatever!! I can't have her keep throwing away my things for her entertainment's sake!

So that was last week's incident. Ya, it was a small matter all right, so i let that pass. And so yesterday i brought home my coffee presser.

I ever so kindly demonstrated to her how to use it. It has been 18 hours since i told her she can use it if she want, but please do take care of it. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Fast forwarding to today, 7.20pm, i saw that someone had used it, not washed it, and left a huge ass crack on it. I can almost hear my heart breaking along with it. I doubt it is even useable anymore!! And i have only used it like 2 times!! What the hell!!?? Ok fine, i do not know who is the real culprit yet, but i'll be sure to ask her the moment she step into the house later!! For now i am repressing my urge to call her right away and %&%$^&#^%#!! Please stay tuned for the answer!!

Sorry for sounding incoherent but argh this sucks!!!

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2006-03-13T21:08:00.000+08:00

rotting peonies updated.

Ok ok, so i have nothing better to post...

2006-03-12T16:54:00.000+08:00

Ok ok, so i have nothing better to post, but it's pretty right on the spot.

the Observer

Test finished!
you chose BZ - your Enneagram type is FIVE.

"I need to understand the world"

Observers have a need for knowledge and are introverted, curious, analytical, and insightful.

How to Get Along with Me

-Be independent, not clingy.
-Speak in a straightforward and brief manner.
-I need time alone to process my feelings and thoughts.
-Remember that If I seem aloof, distant, or arrogant, it may be that I am feeling uncomfortable.
-Make me feel welcome, but not too intensely, or I might doubt your sincerity.
-If I become irritated when I have to repeat things, it may be because it was such an effort to get my thoughts out in the first place.
-don't come on like a bulldozer.
-Help me to avoid my pet peeves: big parties, other people's loud music, overdone emotions, and intrusions on my privacy.

What I Like About Being a Five

-standing back and viewing life objectively
-coming to a thorough understanding; perceiving causes and effects
-my sense of integrity: doing what I think is right and not being influenced by -social pressure
-not being caught up in material possessions and status
-being calm in a crisis

What's Hard About Being a Five

-being slow to put my knowledge and insights out in the world
-feeling bad when I act defensive or like a know-it-all
-being pressured to be with people when I don't want to be
-watching others with better social skills, but less intelligence or technical skill, do better professionally

Fives as Children Often

-spend a lot of time alone reading, making collections, and so on
-have a few special friends rather than many
-are very bright and curious and do well in school
-have independent minds and often question their parents and teachers
-watch events from a detached point of view, gathering information
-assume a poker face in order not to look afraid
-are sensitive; avoid interpersonal conflict
-feel intruded upon and controlled and/or ignored and neglected

Fives as Parents

-are often kind, perceptive, and devoted
-are sometimes authoritarian and demanding
-may expect more intellectual achievement than is developmentally appropriate
-may be intolerant of their children expressing strong emotions

take it here.

Welcome Xun!!

2006-03-06T22:50:00.000+08:00

Welcome Xun!!

Spot my new doll!!

This is Xun, with her frock spotted with age.

Xun, with her hat.

A friend gave Xun (a name i thought of a minute ago for no reason) to me because she thinks it is freaky!! Yay!! Anymore dolls that is freaking you out? Please donate to me, thanks!!

On another note, i sat down the other day for a few whole minutes trying to remember my age. A sign that my already horrible memory is failing me even further.

rotting peonies updated.

And again, welcome to the family Xun!! (=

Oh, and this is kinda accurate.

Your Birthdate: September 19

You are resilient, and no doubt your resilience has already been tested.

You've had some difficult experiences in your life, but you are wise from them.

Having had to grow up quickly, you tend to discount the advice of others.

You tend to be a loner, having learned that the only person you can depend on is yourself.

Your strength: Well developed stability and confidence

Your weakness: Suspicion of others

Your power color: Eggplant

Your power symbol: Spade

Your power month: October

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Shopping List when i get my pay.

2006-02-26T20:02:00.000+08:00

Shopping List when i get my pay.

Groceries
- furikake ($5)
- nori, meiji chocos and other snacks ($8)
- miso ($6)
- natto ($6)
- coffee grounds ($8)
- coffee presser ($17)
- irish cream syrup ($16)
- teapot and other tableware ($30)

Others
- tripod ($40)
- film- asa 200, 3 rolls ($12)
- oils- burnt sennia & white ($12)
- pablo neruda essential poems ($33)
- ella fitzgerald dvd- live in montrex ($22)
- pretty girls make graves cd ($25)
- a sliver mount zion cd ($25)
- billie holliday cd ($20)
- kate spade large ashbury bag ($800)

Total: $1059
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Alternate Shopping List for if-i-have-learnt-my-lesson-from-last-month. (I blew off every cent by the first week.)

Groceries
- furikake ($5)
- nori, meji chocos and other snacks ($8)
- miso ($6)
- ~~natto ($6)~~
- coffee grounds ($8)
- coffee presser ($17)
- ~~irish cream syrup ($16)~~
- teapot and other tableware ($30)

Others
- tripod ($40)
- film- asa 200, 3 rolls ($12)
- oils- burnt sennia & white ($12)
- pablo neruda essential poems ($33)
- ella fitzgerald dvd- live in montrex ($22)
- ~~pretty girls make graves cd ($25)~~ download
- ~~a sliver mount zion cd ($25)~~ download
- ~~billie holliday cd ($20)~~ download
- ~~kate spade large ashbury bag ($800)~~

Total: $181

(P.s. Sorry for those who visit my rotting-peonies site 'cause sometimes i tend to do a double post on both sites, since i have different readers for both. I am tempted to move this whole site over there, but i think everyone is going to kill me for changing my link yet again.)

I have been tagged.

2006-02-19T16:19:00.000+08:00

I have been tagged.

The rules: The tagged victim lists 8 different points of their perfect lover/partner, mentioning the gender of said partner.
Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on a post letting them know they've been tagged. If tagged before, no need to contribute.

1) Damn good-looking
2) Filthy rich.
3) Calls me every possible time of the day.
4) Showers me with gifts.
5) and erm.. good-looking..
6) Very rich..
7) ......
8) ....

Just kidding. I can't stand rich guys (those stereotypical ones anyway), or those with a "see, look, i am so damn good-looking" sickening-smug-look-on their stupid faces males. Sorry for offending 80% of the female population out there, but these are stupid traits to look for.

The 8 people i'm tagging:

1) ...
2) ...
3) ...
4) ...
5) ...
6) ...
7) ...
8) Just do it if you feel the need to waste your time.

Top 3 favourite buys from Bangkok.

2006-02-19T01:55:00.000+08:00

Top 3 favourite buys from Bangkok.

3rd Place: Kewpie

For the clueless, here's a brief description of the Kewpie.

2nd Place: Puma Shoes

Bought these in one of those 2nd-hand stores.

1st Place: Flowers.

I have not gotten the right plugs for this, thus the non-lighted flowers.

Spot the Kewpie!

Yup, i got my flowers back. I love them.

Goodbye.

Bangkok pictures out.

2006-02-17T00:47:00.000+08:00

Bangkok pictures out.

At the price of my wallet.

Words such as nil, zero, none, no more, empty, void, airy, can be used to describe accurately the state of my wallet right now.

Anyway...

Click below to view all pictures:

Thank you.

untitled.

2006-02-15T00:22:00.000+08:00

untitled.

This is going for developing tommorow. So, patience, my dear Azreen.

I am having a hard time getting my flowers back from the hotel at BK. I am getting more depressed each day without them. I don't care about my job or anything else right now. Everything is utterly meaningless till i have my dear flowers safely back in my hands. Please, please come back soon!!

3 strokes of bad luck.

2006-02-14T02:21:00.000+08:00

3 strokes of bad luck.

I am back.

One cannot have more bad luck in 5 days.

1) 5 minutes before i got on the flight, i got a call regarding work. Lets just say that it is the most dreadful news ever, and i might have to change yet another job.

2) I forgot to bring my SGD60 worth of flowers home, which wasn't totally my fault, because the hotel person missed it out. I loved them dearly. Thankfully my friend's friend arrived in Bangkok the same day as my departure, and was told to help me pick them up at the hotel. I am still so so worried, because those are very precious to me.

3) My friend hurried me to get off the plane quick on the return flight. I unwillingly squeezed through the plane, and a guy got pissed off and said, "You can't wait is it?". I got pissed off too because i got scolded for something i am unwilling to do, so i said sorry in a equally pissed off tone. Later i realised he is the guy from Johnny Two Thumb, which means it is simply horrible and unlucky because i cannot go back there anymore, and have to look for another tattoo artist. I swore to find a even better one next time, even if it means having to go overseas.

Pictures probably next week or so.

Bangkok tomorrow.

2006-02-08T21:06:00.000+08:00

Bangkok tomorrow.

Back on Monday.

2 people.

12 rolls of film.

4 cameras.

Probably resulting in a whole truckload of photos.

I just informed my mother to take care of my dolls while i am away. She asked me if there is a need to feed them. Now i can go in peace.

Goodbye!

P.s. At the meantime, check out my new photos of Shinny(yet again) here, looking more radiant than ever!! I love dolls!!

2006-02-04T15:29:00.001+08:00

Kushi-Dango.

They were too sticky and hard to skew, thus the irregular-shaped dumplings.

This is how i eat dango.

Recipe here.

a letter to you.

2006-02-02T20:18:00.000+08:00

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2006-01-22T20:35:00.000+08:00

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(For the non-chinese)
Things i want/need to buy(asap)~ me

-Cleanser
-Eyeliner
-Shampoo
-Thin sweater
-A lot of flim
-Contact lenses
-White shirt/blouse
-Palette
-Black pen
-Body scrub

Ok, so there is a few more which i am unable to phrase in chinese.. but still, isn't chinese characters pretty? I mean not mine lah, but in general. Think i am going to start brushing up on the strokes or something. Think i will start to write more rather than type cause i'm pretty sick of staring at the screen.

I am not updating this blog as often lately because i am rather busy. Yup, you did not hear me wrongly- me, i, ME is actually BUSY!! I have always been the idling one, bumming here and still here, constantly complaining about my own abundance of time and not knowing what to do with it and whining about my non-existent life.

Fine, so i am not 'busy' busy now, but considering that there is always something to be done everyday, it is enough to tire me. And i am still complaining about my non-existent life.

This is where the fear comes in. I still remember 2 years back, when i was still plopping my ass onto any flat ground that is relatively clean, and been constantly accused of being goddamn lazy. (I stopped doing so now because i am 21 years old, which is considered as a young adult, and young adults do not do things like that anymore.) I have been misunderstood for too long, and the time has come for me to announce the truth- it is not indolence of my part, but because i am so physically weak. I consume too much sugar, oil, and cling onto chairs for my dear life. It is not surprising that i tire so easily.

I can almost visualize myself as a wrinkly sickly old woman 30 years from now. Thus i have decided to do some sports, which will obviously be swimming. Why? Because in swimming you do not sweat. I hate sweating. I have also decided to cut down my sugar intake by half. But like i said, i have only 'decided', i did not mention anything about taking solid action.

And i am hoping my tummy will deflate soon.

I should stop spoiling my body.

2006-01-21T00:33:00.000+08:00

I should stop spoiling my body.

My handphone is officially down. And as you all know, my wallet's pretty empty, so i'll probably fix it after the chinese new year. But fret not, because i can easily survive without the damn phone. I can switch it off for a week and it'll barely affect my life. It is time to get a new phone- still waiting for that flowery Nokia phone's price(i'm not good with gadgets' names) to drop. I don't like to spend on things like handphones cause i barely touch it anyway. It's just a tool for convenience's sake. I sound pretty pathetic this month... ok, probably every single end of the month, but it was well worth it, for my new camera.

*5 minutes later*
Argh, i lost my damn pic of the camera, so i'm ripping one off online.

Oh, just came across these frocks by Vena Cava (i'm not exactly sure what label this is) and i love it!

I like both.

Both.

The right one.

The 2nd top.

The right one.

Don't think they sell it online though.. anyone knows if there is any place in Bangkok that tailor-make dresses? Please do let me know if there is. Thanks.

Ok, that's all. And yeah, i am aware that my posts ain't that 'quality' anymore. Live with it.

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2006-01-19T02:40:00.000+08:00

I am a hybrid of:
Progressive Girl
Indie Girl
Click on the pictures below to read more:
Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com

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2006-01-15T22:37:00.000+08:00

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I typed.. and typed. But i do not feel like posting anything up. I am so jaded.

jaded jade.. jaded jade..

If the world's a canvas and light the paint, this place has been a mass of monochrome solemn grays these days. The sky is mourning, and i am mourning along because i am sitting here, waiting day by day for the rays to peek through those clouds once again.

I feel like watching Totoro- i think i need something magical for a change.

A little tribute to a doll.

2006-01-10T20:07:00.000+08:00

A little tribute to a doll.

Money woes.

2006-01-08T01:15:00.000+08:00

Money woes.

Dear Joyce Poh, if you are reading this, it is 1:16am, 8th January 2006 at this moment. 11 hours and 14mins from now, i will be officially MUCH POORER than you. So think again, about continuing our silly lifestyle of taking a cab for our lunch breaks EVERY SINGLE DAY, nevermind the fact that it is barely a 10-minute walk. DOT DOT DOT.

On the way home today, i kept chanting in my head- "why am i like this.. why am i like this.. why am i always like this...." I mean, fuck, i don't know how i manage do this every single month. It is barely the 8th day of the month and i have almost exhausted my funds!! How, why, how????

And i am still in debt!! Argh i am such a terrible person i am going to go around giving treats to make up for it. I'm going to borrow money from my mother within next week, and i have already thought up of a plan to return her 0.5% interest next month. Yup, that means if i loan $100 from her, i will return her $150. I hope this will cut the nagging by an hour or so.

Suddenly it just hit me that i am so irresponsible. I have (for real this time), decided to be more responsible towards my own actions from now on (i'm 21 for god's sake!!). I have decided to restrain myself from obtaining objects for a mere 2 hours of superficial satisfaction and then get bored with them after a day or so. I should ~~restrain~~ stop getting earrings when i already have enough to change a different pair each day for 3 months straight. I should restrain myself from obtaining 10 skirts in 2 weeks, and 2 cameras in erm, 2 mths (the 2nd camera will be obtained tomorrow). Yes, and i should also STOP TAKING CABS TO-AND-FRO FOR LUNCH. (Joyce, some walking will be good for our tummies that are PREGNANT WITH FATS.)

I devised a plan to cut down my spending, and i am going to state it down, black & white, so that i can be firm with myself:

- Don't I ever dare to buy any more accessories! Unless it is ridiculously unique.
- Don't I dare buy any more clothes just for the sake of it! And hang at ONLY around thrifts stores from now on!! No more online shopping!! NO!
- Don't I dare buy one more camera within this year. (Camera components still can buy lah.)
- Don't I dare go more than 4 countries this year. I need to save up and i know it!!
- Don't I dare to allow these 4 words- "Buy First Then Say" to influence me EVER EVER AGAIN!!

I would love to carry our my plans and act like an responsible young adult as soon as next month, but unfortunately, i have already planned out in detail how to spend off every single cent for the next 2 months. So, erm, i will DEFINATELY be a responsible girl, starting from next, next month.

I promise.

I feel so damn fainty..

2005-12-24T23:08:00.000+08:00

I feel so damn fainty..

for 3 reasons.

1) I barely slept for 2 days. Was over at a friend's place yesterday, barely slept 2-3 winks. Came back this morning, changed, and rushed out again. 6pm, took the key to the studio, originally planned to spend the countdown painting. 9.30pm, couldn't take it anymore- was about to faint, so here i am at home.

The day before Alvina came over to bake cookies together for the X'mas thingy till 3am. Did not turn out very well, but here's a pic anyway:

Left: Her batch.
On the tray: Mine.

2) Despite my grogginess, i am still blogging because.. i am rather fainty with excitment too. Do you remember my dear Shinny? Here's to refresh your memory:

Beautiful Shinny with her hair swept to one side.

Beautiful Shinny with 2 ponytails in pink ribbons. Yup, this is my dear Shinny. And guessy guessy what?????

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She has a new friend!!!!

Meet un-named doll. (I am still trying to get a name for her.)

She's like the best X'mas present ever!! I am still gaping in disbelief that i am now a proud owner of such a wonderful sitting doll!!

I am so in love!!!

3) The 3rd reason to why i am feeling fainty is because i bloody overspent. Shit, i am so fuckin dead. That aside, i realized that i broke my own record for obtaining the most number of skirts in 2 weeks.

Jade's Skirt equation:
Bought 4 skirts + Xmas present skirt i got Joyce to buy (hahah thanks!!) + 2 skirts my friend is giving me= 7 skirts.

Anyway, gonna go to the video rental shop and get back my $20 deposit. Argh yes, i am THAT pathetic. Argh.

24 minutes to X'mas. How exciting. Think i will go sleep.

rotting peonies..

2005-12-22T01:57:00.000+08:00

rotting peonies..

Rotting peonies is my new photolog site, dedicated mainly to my future SLR camera(hopefully by early Feb). So at the meanwhile, i will post up old or random pictures from my lousy digicam or or my lovely new Yashica. Please do visit! Thanks!

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2005-12-18T01:53:00.001+08:00

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There seem to be more and more people doubting my sexuality these days. The "are you lesbian" question has been increasing to an average of once a month, which is a lot considering that i am no social butterfly. And everytime i question why they ask me that, they'll shrug is off by saying, "oh, just asking".

Today my art teacher suddenly said to me, "I think you are the type that attracts lesbians". Later that day, he continued,"I think you are gay." Another student who was with us agreed. I was curious on why people have such a conception about me, so i asked them what did i do to make them feel this way. Apparently they think that i possess the following symptoms:

- I am neither here nor there. (I'm not exactly sure what this means, but i presume it means that i am androgynous.)
- I am cool. (Even though i know that this is just a misconception, i still can't help feeling a little pleased when people says that to me, wahahha!)
- I have no reaction to 'cute' guys. (Though i argued that i have no reaction to pretty girls either.)
- I have no boyfriend. (Like it's a choice!)

But, like they said, my symptoms are not well developed yet, and i am still a little stuck in the middle. I will need a few more years to realise my own identity and become a full-fledged lesbian. Ha!

Ok, to all the lesbians out there- i am available.

Oh, and i will have even lesser time to blog after this week. I am changing my job (erm, yes again) with a crappy timing and NO Msn (not that Msn has anything to do with blogging- i'm just complaining), and also because i have found something to love, and to spend time (and money) with:

It's a....

Yashica....

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Mat-124 G. I am totally in love =).

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2005-12-13T20:25:00.002+08:00

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Pardon my long hiatus between each post. Sometimes i wonder why i am wasting time writing such pointless entries. But yet, i do not have the heart to close this blog down, considering the amount of effort i put in for this template (hey not everyone is born an IT genius ok!?). I don't write anything substantial in here anyway- it is void of any strong opinions or thoughts. Just like what the title suggests, this is purely an impersonal blog. But since i have no intention of closing this blog, i do not want to leave it suspending in mid-air. Thus i decided to give my banal posts a direction, at least give it a theme or something.

Therefore, i decided that this will be a food blog (not purely a food blog, but just more focused on). It is not confirmed yet, for my cooking sucks and i'll probably fail. I have been looking through a lot of recipes these days (ok so it was only 1 day), for i am utterly sick of S'pore food.

Today i am going to make Simple Fried Egg Sandwich and Honey Lemon.

I obviously don't arrange my ingredients so nicely before i start lah. Btw that baking tray at the back is not needed. I bought it while buying groceries just now, and i should really, really, kick the habit of buying baking tins/trays everytime i go to the supermarket.

This is how melted cheese looks like on an egg.

Ta-da!! I put so nice for show only.

This is my 2nd one- a messier version, and this is how it looks normally if i am not taking any pictures. After all it's going into the stomach anyway, so who cares how it looks.

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I got most of the recipes from Recipezaar. Here's the recipe for Simple Fried Egg Sandwich, and here's the one for Lemon Honey. Ok, so the recipe for lemon honey is pretty lame- you don't quite need a recipe for that.

Ok, next up.

Work is really, really, boring. Imagining sitting and staring at the computer for 9 hours straight (ok, excluding 2 hours of toilet and lunch time). I got so bored i logged on the yahoo auctions, spent half a day searching for abercrombie skirts (i am not a big fan of labels, but somehow i just like abercrombie), and started bidding. Ok, so it was more like messaging the seller and get them to sell the skirts to me straight cause i can't be bothered to wait for 5 days to bid.

This is not an abercrombie skirt, but it appeared in my search anyway. I bought it off the buy price.

I pleaded for the seller to sell me cheaper off the buy price. She didn't lower the price a lot more, but i am going to buy it anyway, once i finish up this post. This is probably a little too simple and plain considering the price, but it is casual and easy to wear.

For this, I pleaded with the seller to help me get one that is of my size but she has yet to reply me. I don't understand why the hell they have to bring in size 00 for most of the skirts. Who wears size 00 anyway? Pixies?? I am size 4 btw, thanks to my out of proportion hips. Maybe it is a good thing that my size is lacking cause i tend to buy things excessively.

I almost bought this, but my friend discouraged me, saying that this is common and will soon be out of fashion. Argh i don't know the trends very well.

I considered this for a while, then decided that this is too flowerly, and the ribbon too tacky for my taste.

The blue one seems better, but i don't quite like the buttons on the side.

And to ease my guilt for buying too much, i decided to officially call myself an abercrombie collector. Erm, and baking tins collector... earrings collector... er.. yah..

Yup, so that's all, yet another one of my pointless entries you can get nothing from. Hope you were entertained anyway. Bye.

Backpacking Vietnam.

2005-11-30T16:26:00.000+08:00

Backpacking Vietnam.

Off to vietnam on the 2nd. Those who want that travel blog link please get from me via msn/sms or something.

K that's all, bye.

I'm tagged!!

2005-11-23T20:07:00.000+08:00

I'm tagged!!

Rules: Post 5 Weird and Random Facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this.

Hah! This is easy. All i have to do is describe myself... hell, it will be more shocking if there's one normal fact about myself.

- I rarely ask for advice, because i think i know better (though of course there are exceptions).
- I try to make myself believe that i am totally independent.
- I dislike attention/fame.
- Before buying a piece of clothing these days, i walk around the entire mall to check if that item is some new fashion trend. If so, i forbid myself to buy it.
- I used to dislike my own race because i think chinese are arrogant people.
- I almost made myself believe that i was from India during my past life. I am reconsidering that belief, since now that i am a little more obsessed with France.
- I considered being a Hindu.
- I love temples and eastern philosophy, and would love to have a short stay in one (hopefully a Japanese zen temple) someday.
- I rarely finish reading more than 1/2 a book, because i am too anxious to move on to a new one.
- I am afraid of getting rich, because i am afraid of losing myself.
- I hate being the same, but i also hate being seen differently.
- I have low self-confidence, but a hell lot of determination.
- I am ashamed to be a girl.
- I prefer listening to talking.
- I sincerely think working is an utter waste of time.
- My ideal life is to stay by the countryside alone, do nothing but sleep, eat, paint, and stare at the sky/lake/garden everyday. In fact, i am already eyeing on the pension some countries give for the jobless.

- My favourite part of getting presents for others, is to wrap it. And i think i am good at it.

I could go on and on, but this is way past 5.

Resumes.

2005-11-15T10:04:00.000+08:00

Resumes.

I'm tired so this is going to be a quick post. I have been going through a lot of resumes recently because my company's hiring, and had my fair share or laughs and yawns. There was this one guy who wrote under his interests- "playing computer games to stimulate the mind". If you think this sounds stupid, please do read these excerpts i took out from a certain resume. Enjoy.

Reason to Leave:
The working hours was very much irregular, almost everyday into the wee hours and was drunken everyday.
It was a good experience in the rainbow world with it as my first job and really an eye opener.
But due to the fact that my mum keeps worrying about me and also keep waiting for me to be at home before she goes to bed, I decided to leave the employment to lead a healthier lifestyle.

Reason to Leave:
It was no good experience once your hard work and the results you had achieve was no more being appreciated. As such, I feel that my presence is no more a value and I should not put in more of my precious time.

Reason to Leave:
As I had always being a positive minded person and take obstacles as a challenge but the workload is really coming in n large volumes which I cannot handle it alone.
I had feedback the situation and sounded that additional staffs are needed to cope with the volume but no action was made to improve the condition. So with no choice I have decided to leave.

Oh, and by the way, he's 32 years old.

Please help do my poll (for those who know me only), thanks!

Am i drastically different from my blog personality? Yes.
No.
Like i care.

Who the fuck cleanse, use toner and moisturizes the face everyday!!

2005-11-13T03:57:00.000+08:00

Who the fuck cleanse, use toner and moisturizes the face everyday!!

I'm sorry if you happen to do so, but it's just weird!! I was chatting with my friend, and he suddenly typed the word 'SKII'. At first i thought SKII is some code name for a friend, or some playstation related thing, so i asked him, what is SKII?? After confirming that i am indeed a girl, he started a lengthy explaination of the brands of makeup and the importance of personal hygiene, even more aggressively when he realised i cleanse my face once every 2-3 days. He was clearly disgusted. Now, i personally do not find cleansing once every 2-3 days disgusting or dirty or revolting or whatever. Furthermore there's a reason why i don't cleanse daily:

When i brush my teeth, i have to stand for a whole 2 minutes.
It is tiring.
Thus i hate cleansing my face cause it extends my standing time.

So he started questioning a lot into my whole hygiene routine, and started rambling how important it is to wash hair TWICE a day (who washes hair twice a day!!!??), and nails and yadda yadda..... Another friend started to preach the same face-cleaning thing to me, and i suddenly feel like a dirty-faced twit. They then started to bring out obscure terms such as 'toner', 'scrubbing the face', 'mask' etc.. and for the first time in my life, i found out that there is a difference between a facial foam and a cleanser. They questioned me regarding my gender again, and told me what i NEED and MUST do from now on, if not my skin will turn shitty 10 years from now. I do not know why they sounded more worried than me.

I pleaded to them not to rush me. I promise to cleanse my face daily from today onwards. They were unsatisfied, saying they i must at least do this twice a day. I cried and begged for them not to do this to me, for to accomplish these tedious face-cleaning tasks i need to make a huge adjustment to my life. Like standing for an extra 4 minutes or so. I promised that if this cleansing thing goes well, i will start on the toner.. as for the moisturizer... who the fuck puts moisturizer on the face!!!

Friend 1 told me not to let any guys know of my dirty habit, cause they will freak out.

Friend 2 says, "pls dun break ur promise,our face needs lots of care at tis age....no wonder u said u were a dirty gal...n lazy...nw i know y...tsk..."

Gosh, its 3:42Am and my friend is starting the whole face hygiene thingy again. Damn.

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2005-11-10T14:38:00.000+08:00

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Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Personality Disorder:	High
Schizoid Personality Disorder:	Very High
Schizotypal Personality Disorder:	High
Antisocial Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Borderline Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Histrionic Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Narcissistic Personality Disorder:	High
Avoidant Personality Disorder:	High
Dependent Personality Disorder:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	Moderate
-- Take the Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Info --

What is Schizoid Personality Disorder?

Quick Summary:
People with schizoid personality disorder avoid relationships and do not show much emotion (hey that's me!). Unlike avoidants, schizoids genuinely prefer to be alone and do not secretly wish for popularity (See? Told you i wasn't into fame). They tend to seek jobs that require little social contact. Their social skills are often weak and they do not show a need for attention or acceptance. They are perceived by others as humorless (damn i knew i was boring) and distant and often are termed "loners."

Symptoms of Schizoid Personality Disorder:

-Weak interpersonal skills (hey at least now i take 3 weeks to make people give up talking to me instead of the usual 3 days ok!)
-Difficulty expressing anger, even when provoked
-"Loner" mentality; avoidance of social situations
-Appear to others as remote, aloof, and unengaged (some prefer to term it as 'blur'.)
-Low sexual desire (Don't get me started on my non-existent sex life! It's too depressing! Oh my friend was just telling me about this 20-30 year old guy asking her how much she charges for sex, and i was telling her how lucky she is compared to me. The last time someone asked me that was from this 13 year old kid. WTF! This is so pathetic!)
-Unresponsive to praise or criticism (Praising me is like telling a bespectacled man he is wearing glasses. Therefore there is no such need to tell me i have good taste yadda yadda.. cause i already know! This is for you, Bert.)

I don't see how is this a disorder though. K bye.

I am stoned.

2005-11-09T00:02:00.000+08:00

I am stoned.

I am the type that will hover in fear when responsibilities and stress sets in. My trained mind will start blocking them one by one, and then pretend that they do not exist. Unfortunately, my stress currently encompasses more or less the whole portion of my silly life that i had inevitably blocked all thoughts out of my brain, refilling it with frivolous and insipid ones, which pretty much explains my banal entries these days. Oh wait- my blog has always been like this. Ok ok, i know i am boring, don't judge me people!!

So when you have a whole chunk of your life on limbo, and then refusing to do or think of anything related to it, you become like me- a stoner. Ok, so i am not the most hyperactive person on the planet- i used to be 'the slacker'. The difference between a slacker and a stoner is that a slacker moves- at most sluggishly, but a stoner... well, just try to visualise a stone and you will get what i mean.

I think i should stop staring at the computer, i seriously think that i am going blind. So these days you can see me staring at the wall (literally) during random short spans of time. Being a stoner is in fact, bad, because firstly, you suddenly feel that you have no life. At least as a slacker, moving around grant you this pseudo idea that you are at least still doing something. But when you start keeping your big ass butt glued onto the chair for hours and hours, you know something is very wrong. Damn, i feel like a geek!

Thus i started thinking of temporary activities to fill my time slots while my own thoughts are still on vacation. I think Sari Party Girl is pretty cool- it amazes me how a teenage girl can whip up so such delectable food. Well, lets just say that i am unable to relate. But i think i will bake/cook for a short while to occupy time, and it will be a bonus if i die eating my own creations. Oh that reminds me, i ordered groceries from NTUC for my workplace the day before, and i was grinning from ear to ear when it arrived today! I got my Hazelnut Locker Wafers!! I got my Chamomile Tea!! Ok, i get excited over small silly things so sue me. My colleague taught me how to make Mocha!!

Mocha:
1) Take a cup. (Appx. 250ml? The normal size la.)
2) Throw in 1 leveled tsp Nescafe.
3) Throw in 2 very heaped tsp Milo. (For the clueless, there are 2 types of Milo, the normal and the Australian one. The Australian one tastes better.)
4) Throw in 2-3 packets of sugar. (Without the wrapper of course.)
5) Throw in 2 packets of creamer.
6) Throw some hot water in.
7) Don't forget to stir.
8) No need to thank me.

So, other than food and beverages, i am thinking of doing something healthy. At the rate i am consuming sugar, even high metabolism can't help me for long. I should really start getting my big ass off the chair and do something. Yup, i am seriously thinking of doing something.. perharps sports... argh i don't want to move.. thinking... do something.. think... yes i am making some productive use of my time thinking....

Maybe i should just go get a life and hang out in town like all normal teenagers do, nevermind the fact that i am already an young adult. Yeah, town is cool and all. See, they have all the hip shops like Forever 21, Mango, Topshop, Warehouse.. eh.. Forever 21.... Mango.. er.. Topshop.. Topshop................... yah see, town is so damn happening!

Ok, back to porn, bye.

Life has been terrible these days.

2005-11-07T22:19:00.002+08:00

Life has been terrible these days.

There's only one thing to do.

BAKE.

My baking sucks.

Big time.

That is because the only reason that urges me to bake is to eat. I have no patience when it comes to baking.. and everything else. So i tend to speed up the baking process so that i can eat asap- to the extend that i can't be bothered to sift the flour. But i am desperately in need of some saccharine-charged foods that i solemnly swore to myself that i will be patient this time round. I even bought a new cake tin to acknowledge my determination.

I have not eaten a carrot cake all my life, so i am completely clueless on how it tastes like. But life is all about risks, and trying out new things.

Carrot cake it is.

I lost 50 grams of my arm-fats grating this. It was a torturous 30 minutes.

This is where my fats went to.

In goes the carrots.

In goes my vomit.

Looks like... err nevermind.

Then i wait....

And i wait.... This cake takes a damn whole hour to bake.

Ta-da! My patience has paid off. At last, a cake that is not charred or dry or gooey. While leaving it aside to cool...

I'm off to make the cream cheese frosting. Unfortunately I am done in 5 minutes, and the cake has barely cooled down. I am hungry. So despite the whimpering of this tiny piece of sane brain left in me, I proceeded to turn the cake out of the tin. Boys and girls, it is commonsense to get a cake out of its tin only after it is COOLED DOWN. Do not follow me unless you are as ~~greedy~~ hungry as me.

Wrong move.

Very very wrong move.

I am not discouraged, because one should always learn from her mistakes. Nevermind the fact that i have repeated this mistake countless times. Well, at least now i learnt that no matter how many times you do the wrong thing, you will still not get it right.

But one can always put things right again. It is obviously a small feat for a genius like me. So i ~~clumsily~~ carefully peeled off the remains from the tin, and try to fix in onto the cake like a jigsaw. Then, i overturned the cake to its right side up.The remains that i tried to fix onto the cake fell out, thus resulting in a unbalanced cake.

I cried.

Of course not. Because nothing can put down a genius like me. I decided to frost the cake thickly so as to cover up the flawed areas. Please note that at this point of time, the cake has NOT cooled. But then again, i was losing my patience. Boys and girls, please, never never frost a cake when it is still warm. It is probably the most stupid thing one can do. Unless you are a rebel and wants to defy the laws of science like me.

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MY GODDAMN FROSTING MELTED!! SO I ADDED A FEW MORE SLABS HOPING FOR A MIRACLE BUT NO!! THE FROSTING FUCKING MELTED!! WTF WTF WTF!!

Thus i learnt my lesson that no matter how many times you try to defy science, the answer is still the same. Now i have a wonderful, wonderful deformed, crumbled, topped with disgusting blobs of melted frosting cake. Good job.

So i cut off a slice and threw one chunk of frosting on it and pretended that everything was in fact, all right.

Do not be deceived by my ugly cake!! It still tastes great nevertheless!!

I suck at baking, i knew it.

I give up.

2005-11-06T14:06:00.000+08:00

I give up.

(Not including clothes on the floor. The least i can do is to keep up a reputation that i, erm, do not dump clothes and rubbish on the floor.) Ok, so i'm not the neatest person in the world. I don't have much clothes, just that my wardrobe is far too tiny. I have given up squeezing everything in. I don't know what to do anymore. Argh.

You are funky, outdoorsy, and down to earth.
While you may not be a total hippie...
You're definitely one of the most free spirited people around.

You are very impulsive - every day is a new adventure.
However, you do put some thought behind all your actions.
Still, you do tend to shock and offend people from time to time!

The World's Shortest Personality Test

Ok, so i am not elegant nor brilliant like Darthsid. Oh well, at least i'm funky.

Of fats, and fats.

2005-10-26T14:11:00.000+08:00

Of fats, and fats.

I was an grossly overweight baby, with arms and legs resembling lard-dripping sausage-links. On the other hand, my brother was an oversized baby. Well, vertically. He was too long to fit in the hospital cot and had to sleep all curled up. I remember that i used to visit them (brother and mother) regularly at the hospital, and that the nurse commented that i draw very well. Yup i tend to remember things like that, ha!

Ok, back from my digression. I was saying that i used to be a mass of flabby lard. But by the time i was in kindergarten, i shred most of my excess lard and became deadly thin. However, fats grew in me stealthily each year to what i am now. There were 2 times that i got fat significantly, except that i am the only one who seemed to notice the change. The first time was when i was in secondary school, in which i had steak/satay/drumsticks for supper daily without fail. The second time was a few years later, caused by an overdose of bubble tea.

Now, i am not a weight conscious person. In fact i have not weighed myself for years. But i have to admit that i got a little worried at that time. It was only after those 2 incidents that i realized that there is a limit to how fat i can get. When the lard accumulation reached its limit, i would again shrink back to my original size. Thus i never gave a half a thought about weight after that. Even after i took the body fats measurement twice and got extremely negative results.

Until now. My belief is on the verge of betraying me. My fat cells are multiplying rapidly and it ain't stopping. Look, i dont mind gaining weight. But unfortunately those pieces of fats tend to choose to wrong areas to reside in. Namely, my cheeks and tummy. Bloody hell. There are too many people commenting on my weight gain these days, especially my face. That i can overlook. But there are 2 (including my mother, who i believe is secretly sore about the fact that i like to target on certain areas of her fats, despite her obsession with losing weight), who, looking shocked, commented disbelieving on my tummy. On both occasions, i had to convince them (and myself), that it was merely a result of my excessive water guzzling, not fats.

I have monstrous hips. Or, to put it in a nicer way- abnormally wide hips. Sadly, a layer of fats has been gathering around it lately. Although not a frightfully thick layer, it is enough to make my hips look even huger. Oh, my poor deformed, deformed hips.

Today, i slept with a tummy. When i woke up it was still there. No no, the bloated excuse doesn't work anymore. I'm doomed.

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2005-10-23T17:48:00.000+08:00

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I am going through the worst phrase ever. Every single aspect of my life is deeply affected. Everyday, i am simply trying to distract myself from making these choices. I am going through a tremendous amount of stress though i may not show it.

I have always rambled on and on about getting away from Singapore. It may sound silly, but after so long, i think i got my message across and they understand how determined i am. I have never, at any point of my life, considered staying here for good. I am always talking about a tomorrow, a 'if only' i can get out of here- this stupid stranded island. But now, chances are laid down, black and white.

It is only when your thoughts become reality that you begin to doubt. Of course, it is easy to dream of an utopia out there. But of course i myself understand clearly that the problem is not just with the country, but myself. Problems still arise regardless where i elude to. I may be leaving S'pore for good. Or, i may only be leaving for some years. Or not.

True, it wouldn't happen so soon, takes around 2 years at least. But there is something that surprised even myself. I am missing S'pore already. I walk down familar streets i once found boring and pointless, and i started to cherish them. I look at unfinished buildings and wonder if i can see their completion in time. I miss my mother already. Somehow, i simply do not hate this place anymore. God, i stayed here for too long- a whole 14 years. Even a cold-hearted bitch like me can have attachments. A bane that drags you down, forcing one to remain stagnant. (A mental note to myself: Don't ever stay anywhere for more than 4 years.)

I strive on change. I am also the most reckless person i know. I think i give people the impression that i am just fooling around with my life- a bummer in short. I may be unable to pen down what i want in words, but i am not as unserious as i seem. I simply do not have the habit of sharing my personal details. Actually i don't like typing posts like these here, but i feel that i am constantly misunderstood for what i choose to keep slient about. It tires me. Maybe it is better for me to stay away from humans again.

I just pray that i won't screw up my life.

2005-10-16T22:14:00.000+08:00

Ok, as requested by someone..

This is quite true for me, especially the orange ones.

Geeky Jade, your Life Path of 5 ...

You are about freedom, independence and the right to follow where your heart and gut-instincts lead you in life. You are an inquisitive soul with many questions that can only be answered through travel, exploration and experiencing a variety of life situations. For this reason you are likely to relocate to various cities or countries during your life and also entertain a number of life partners as opposed to just one soul mate.

You are best suited to freelance work or being your own boss as stuffy offices and rigid routines are deadly to your imagination and soul. You are a great lover of human nature as well as one of it's greatest observers, which is why you would make a good archaeologist, historian, writer, journalist, reporter or artist.

You are great at dealing with people and also do well in any "front line" occupation. For instance many crisis workers, emergency care workers and leaders of self- groups are fives. You need a job that allows you to meet a lot of people as well as brings you a variety of interesting experiences.

You also have quite a spiritual bent to your personality that may send you on many personal vision quests. It is not unusual for a 5 to also belong to many different religions during his or her life or suddenly in mid-life to drop everything in pursuit of a life-style that is the complete opposite of the former one.

One of your challenges is learning how to not waste time. Your perception of time is somewhat distorted which is why you are often late to meetings or sometimes unable to meet deadlines. <----- VERY TRUE!! Novelties and new ideas also easily distract you so sometimes it is difficult for you to choose a career or lifestyle and stick with it. As a result, others may also find you indecisive and frustrating to deal with.

Another challenge that you face on your life path is being overly irresponsible. Many 5's have a habit of taking off when the going gets rough. You tend be quite casual about your relationships and have a great deal of trouble managing any type of emotional crisis. You may even experience panic at the idea of commitment, as you don't like the idea of being responsible to another person. For this reason, many of you have a number of serial relationships rather than just one life long love.

If you are unable to physically escape circumstances that you can't emotionally handle or don't like, you are also prone to escaping through substance abuse. This is part of the unpleasant self-indulgent trait that is part of many number 5 personalities.

Finding one focus and sticking with it is definitely your biggest life challenge. Most 5's are multitalented but they never stay in one place long enough for one of their projects to grow and blossom. Seeing things through to completion is the best way to make sure that you don't suffer poverty or bitterness in your later years.

One of your greatest talents is the ability to communicate, either verbally or through the written word. Your expansive observations of life plus your ability to see all points of view makes you an excellent teacher. Most 5's end up teaching at one point in their life so others can benefit from the rich tapestry of their life experience.

You are also a daring spirit that has a love of adventure. You are usually very physically fit and enjoy good health for your entire life if you stay away from overindulging in drink and food.

The site.

Sorry people, too busy distracting myself with random pointless activities lately. I'm sorry i have not replied some of the comments. Will be back when the time is right. Have a good day.

This is going to be a damn long post, really.

2005-10-05T20:26:00.000+08:00

This is going to be a damn long post, really.

And there are a several ways you can go about it. You can:

Print out this post, scream "Hail Satan!", while sprinkling red paint all around. Or, if you are a Christian, print out this post, soak it in holy water, pin it on a cardboard cross, and say "Hallelujah". For wiccans, you can print out this post, visualise a blob of white light, tear this post up, burn it, mix the ashes with water, drink it with a strong will, and pray that i will love you. For buddhists, you can print out this post, scribble several numbers on it, tear and crush it up, choose 4 numbers, and buy 4D. As for the atheists, you can sneer/laugh at me for writing something so seemingly senseless. You may like to redirect youself there to check if she is having a good hair day instead.

But of course, a more sensible approach is to either:

-Read this in one day if you are free, unless you love me so much that you are willing to forgo 10mins of sleep.

-Read half today, finish the rest tomorrow.

Amazing, isn't it? The number of ways you can go about a blog entry.

My self-consciousness gets on my nerves sometimes, with that bugger called apprehensiveness bothering me whenever i click on publish, nevermind the fact that i can count my readers with my fingers and toes and still have excess.I took off my webcounter because it is depressing just to look at. I would rather place myself in self-denial, with the belief that more than 10 breathing mammals(yes that includes your cats) are reading my bullshit everyday. I know i can't blame my barely existing popularity because this is only a part-time thing, in which i will only blog when:

1) I am out of animes.
2) I am taking a short break from animes (or any other potentially useless activity for the matter).

"How's life?" you ask. Ok, so you did not but i'm still telling anyway. Life is amazingly........................... mundane. I am sick of the library sucking money out of my poor soul again and again.

It's stupid that you have to top up a bloody cashcard just to pay a fine.

As you can see, i have not been generating anything substantial these days (ok maybe i never did). Blame this malady on the writer's dysfunctional cerebral, which i believe is nearing nirvana considering the recurring blankouts of the mind these days. Thus, due to my inability to churn out anything original, i decided to do the worst thing a blogger can do- steal ideas.

Did i ever mention that i have a huge crush on adri? I think she is a perfect specimen of the female species. In fact, i would choose her over angelina jolie anytime.

Ok........ so i'm not that crazy about angelina jolie to start with..

This is a bit out of point but i love julianne moore.

Ok i digressed. Actually what i really wanted to do is to steal adri's idea and blog about how india is important to me, but apparently 9 of my brain cells died from typing so much that i have to speed up my blogging process. So please do ignore what i typed measuring 19cm upwards. Thank you.

Hold on tight people. I am getting tired of typing and i am going on turbo speed now. Recently i learnt about this game called Habbo Hotel. You can actually make new friends in there!! How cool is that? I was so excited about it that i registered immediately in hope of getting a few cool Habbo pals to ~~amuse myself~~ fill up the terrible void in my life!!

So here i am, in Habbo Land.

Shift your stare to the girl at the bottom right corner. That girl is not me. Read the words below her. "Find a rich guy to be my bf." Yup, in Habbo Land, every Habboians have a mission.

Shift your glance to the bottom right corner. This is me. My mission reads, "Mass Bobba". Yup, in Hobba Land, all bad bad words are replaced with "Bobbas".

I arrived at the park. I am sitting alone. Nobody wants to be my friend.

Not giving up, i visited mediacorp. The TV station guy ignored me.

I continued my journey. Now i am in a... ok i don't know what this place is.

Hobba Land does not welcome foreigners.

I am not welcome here either.

I was devastated.

At last, someone talked to me, only to say, "you look funny". He walked away before i could ask him to be my friend. If you are wondering which is the one who talked to me, it is that punk with green hair. Bastard.

I was devastated.

And for some unknown Hobba reason, i was banned.

Thus, i left Hobba Land without any Hobba friends. Goodbye.

Murphy's Law.

2005-10-03T20:17:00.000+08:00

Murphy's Law.

I experienced a severe case of Murphy's Law today. I wouldn't call Mondays 'Monday Blues'. It's more like 'Sleepy Mondays'. I can relate to 'The Machinist', in which the guy did not sleep for a year and started having illusions of bald men talking to him. Instead of imaginary friends, i started to see imaginary words. Like i can stare at the word 'Honda', and type 'Toyota'.

Despite my stupor, i started out in a pretty good mood today, having being amused by something in the morning. But my mood dampened as the day progresses..

I realised something today- that i am damn scared of girls. It's like, i have to watch my words. I have to refrain from swearing just in case they start thinking i am vile and disgusting (ok maybe i am..), and i am afraid of offending them (they can be touchy over certain issues). Basically, i don't dare to speak my mind. Offend 1 or 2 of them unintentionally and WHAM!, the next day, the whole of 'girl society' hates you. Believe me, i've been through that.

And so, these days if a girl acts somewhat strangely, i will start panicking.. like, "God, what have i done this time?", "Did i say anything wrong?", "Die liao die liao.". Then i'll start my friendly gestures (i totally suck at that), in hope of trying to appease the girl. I am probably too paranoid- i think its a phobia. Its scary when you are clueless about what is happening. I'm wasting one paragraph talking about this because this is what happened today. Anyway.

Normally i do my job and get over it peacefully without much (if any) complications. But today, i screwed up one thing, and suddenly, i manage to screw up everything else. It doesn't help that i am too damn sleepy to recall what i did. It also does not help to have a string of fierce females lining up to show me my mistakes. In fact, they are fierce regardless you made any mistakes a not. Thank God i don't have much contact with them normally.. but today, i'm just damn unlucky. Boo hoo hoo.

I feel bad when people get angry with me, normally. Unless i happen to hate you too, which is rare. So if i do hate you, it would only mean that you are totally fucked up.

And now, i am chatting with this guy who apparently wants to know me because "i'm cool". Poor guy, he is totally mistaken. I am just stoned and sleepy all the time. And now i am in my process of boring him (well he is also boring me with his inane inane inane questions), as usual with my 2 word answers. He's going to find out in an hour's time that i am actually a dork. Hah.

Don't know put what title lah.

2005-09-29T21:14:00.000+08:00

Don't know put what title lah.

I have decided. I shall type like rockson for the day.

I am a very very impatient person. I don't get angry easily but i very easily lose my patience and get irritated one. I don't like people dilly-dally one. Like hor, ask them do something then must wait and wait and wait, must do this do that first then can do. Actually can just straight away do what, but no, must drag drag drag. Or want to go somewhere, then everyone don't know where to go. Then nobody want to say. Then must discuss for one hour then decide. Or, ask people go out must think think think one. Wah lao wei, think so much for what. Go means go, don't go means don't go loh. Kaoz.

Normally girls are guilty of all of the above. But also got guys like that one. Haiya, sian sia like that. These people machiam siak (is this the right spelling azreen?). No la, not angry or what, i have to admit that being impatient is my bad trait lah. Cannot is it? Want to fight ah?

Normally i very on one. You ask me 4am also can (but if i am sleeping then you kanna lah), you ask me 1 hour before also can. If i want to go i will say "on la!!". If i don't want i say "aiyah don't want la!" Of course sometimes if i really not sure due to certain circumstances then i say i not sure loh.

Like that got good and bad parts also lah. Like got once i suddenly feel like going to the beach during 5am for no reason, i straight away go loh. It's like 1 hour 45 mins far leh. So hor, when i reach there very sleeply liao. So eat breakfast there, then go home sleep. Bo liao right? But nevermind la, i very free one. And if i suddenly feel like quitting school, then next day quit lor. Aiyah don't care lah, won't die one i think. Sometimes like that also not good hor? Aiyah nevermind lah, heck care.

Recently i saw the work of this new illustrator, Carrie Chau. I am not into illustrations normally lah, but hor, her one power. I like leh. Too bad online don't have much. Found only 2.

Chio right? I like ok.

I not sure if the right girl is Carrie Chau a not leh. I know she long hair one but don't know if this is the one. Wah if she is ah, damn chio can? Wah kaoz, talented people cannot be chio ok? Like no balance like that. Unfair sia. God made them so chio and so talented, wah lao wei. Also ah, my surname same as hers. She Chau i also Chau. But why leh? Both also Chaus but why her illustrations so nice? Aiyah, sian liao.

See liao i also want to paint something. This one i want to paint long time ago but drag drag drag. Lazy lah cannot?

So i do rough sketch on the canvas first loh. Don't usually sketch with pencil before painting but this one exception lah. Wah lao wei, sibeh ugly and not creative, cannot make it.

Look so different from my original one, sian sia. But will adjust when i paint lah. Don't have my materials with me lah, sian. If nice i put up loh, if not nice don't put up loh. Aiyah whatever lah, don't care. Sleepy liao lah, bye bye.

Weddings.

2005-09-28T00:04:00.000+08:00

Weddings.

I always, always try my best to avoid relatives. Unless i am extremely obligated to go. This is one of those days that i HAVE to go- my cousin's wedding. Weeks before this fateful day, my room was ransacked by my mother to make certain that i wear something decent. She is so freaking particular, and everything from head to toe need her absolute approval. I had to debate with her for a week that it is OK to wear flip-flops (not the market type la)to the wedding. The last time on the way to a funeral with her, she nearly bought me a bag because she thought mine is too flashy for a funeral, until i suggested that i stuff my bag into hers. And the very very last time (years back), when nokia 8310 was the 'in' thing, and i absolutely wanted one, she made me promise to go shopping with her to buy me some 'decent' girl's clothes (i was damn tomboy-ish last time), then i can get my 8310. Not that i'm complaining, but it's kinda lame.

Ok i digressed. I was damn nervous when i reached there. Saw lots of relatives that i didn't know existed. It was only today that i realized that my mother had 4 brothers- i always presumed she has only 1. I'm not good in remember things like- 'my father's brother's sister's cousin's wife'. All i know is- female=auntie; male=uncle. So in the end i'm still confused about how i am related to each of them. I don't feel that comfortable with my mother's side of relatives so i don't really care..

So today i sat down at the table, and stoned. And stoned. And stoned. I got really bored so i started to think, and think, and think- like how i felt so cheated when my mother ended up dressing causally (after pestering me for weeks on what i have to wear). Or when i realized that the beautiful wedding cake was a fake. (i was disturbed by uneaten wedding cakes that seems to occur in every wedding, so i asked around, only to realise it's fake dammit.)

And so i thought some more. When i found out that each table costs $1200, i freaked out. After some questioning, i found out that there are 32 tables in total. I began to calculate...

$1200= backpacking to 1 country for approximately 2 weeks.
32 X $1200= backpacking to 32 countries for approximately 1.5 years.

Fuck, i can go backpacking to 32 countries for 1.5 years from the money spent on these 32 tables alone. When i mentioned that i was freaked out just now, what i really meant was, i was appalled at how wasteful people are. You see, love consists of 2 persons. All of us guests seriously have nothing to do with them getting married. Thus, we have simply no relation to their marriage or whatsoever, so i am in awe at how far a couple is willing to go to spend so much money and invite 'extras' to their wedding that will be over in a single day. On the other hand, if i had that sum of money, i would use it on something of at least, a little purpose. Like backpacking for 1.5 years. Or buying me a life-long supply of art materials.

But i realised later on that the couple DO receive red packets, which will help to recoup their losses. So i thought of an idea. Maybe one day i should hold a cheapskate wedding, rent a cheapskate wedding dress and a cheapskate location. Then i will get all the red packets with a chance of profiting from it. Then i can use the profits to extend the backpacking trip to 2 years or so. But there are risks too. Like if your guests find out that you are treating them to a cheapskate place, they will in turn give you small angbaos. So i have decided that the best and safest way is to NOT to have a wedding and use that money for your own purpose.

Thus i decided that weddings are indeed silly and superfluous.

I also do not understand wedding jokes. Or i'm simply not amused. I would rather go home to read or draw or paint or stone or watch animes or stone or stone. But i couldn't. So i had to amuse myself by abusing my brain somemore. So i think, and i think, and i think. I wonder why everyone looks so joyful at a wedding while i feel that this whole affair is senseless and a waste of time. Lavish and beautiful settings, yes- but contrived and pointless. Gowns to be worn once and put away. This one moment of a fairytale dream that will scatter into nothingness once that fake(dammit) wedding cake is discarded and candles blown out. Pointless, so utterly pointless.

Today has also made me reconfirm certain things. Like how i dislike being served. It is as if at that moment, i am a little higher than the server, and it is the server's obligation to serve me. It makes me feel sick. It's like, i have my own hands, i can jolly do things myself, and all these curtseys make me feel very uneasy. On the other hand i hate serving people myself. I think people should just serve themselves. (Ok ok true, i am very very lazy and very often ~~act pitiful~~ ask people to help me do things. But those are called FAVORS. Hehehe.)

I have also decided that i have totally no interest in fine and lavish living. There are so much more meaningful things i can do with money, and it is totally wasteful to spend it on stupid things like fine dining or getting cars..... (ok..... i would still like a jeep....). I would rather travel and travel, visit museums after museums, and stay in dingy lodgings if i have to.

My conclusion: Do not have a wedding- it is an utter waste of money.

I can't think of a title.

2005-09-13T21:14:00.000+08:00

I can't think of a title.

There are quite a number of things i want to write about, but if i were to jumble everything up in one post, it will be too incoherent and disorganized. So i have spilted them into a few posts, in which i will post every other day or so.

Everytime before i type a post, i put into consideration the contents. I select what i wouldn't mind posting. After all, i'm doing this in the name of fun, with no intentions of revealing anything other than the superficial side of me. It's the same with people i barely know. One of the reasons i can never be bothered to know new friends unless i am obliged to, is that to make a friend, more often than not, it have to start off with casual banter.

"Are you schooling?"
"You aren't? Why?"
"Where are you working?"
"What you normally do during weekends?"
"What's your favourite ___?"

These questions are, in normal cases, the first few lines of torment one has to go through, though it can't really be helped. I am quite a private person, not exactly keen on announcing to the world my life history. Furthermore, even if i were to answer such questions earnestly, given the way i lead my life, chances are that i will have to answer a hell lot more 'Whys?'. I hate explaining. At times (albeit rare), there are even people who try to "put me in the right track".

Furthermore, i rarely ask these questions to people i barely know, because these things simply do not interest me. In fact, i don't think humans interest me anymore. When i ask such questions, it might either be one of those extremely rare times that i am actually interested, or that i am obliged to. I cannot comprehend how anyone would be interested in all these trival things of mine anyway.

Depending on my mood, sometimes i just don't feel obliged to answer, so i simply say,"sorry but i don't feel like answering". As a result, a lot of people thinks i'm secretive (i probably am in a way), and some feels that i am concealing something shameful, but seriously it's none of their businesses.

Part of this unwillingness of telling strangers all these snippets of my life, are that these snippets are laid on shaky ground. I live in a turmoil of changes ever since i was born, and having grown up, i am dependent on changes to keep myself moving. I don't have a definite timeline such as:

I was born---->1 kindergarden----> 1 primary school ----> 1 secondary school ----> 1 institution ----> work

But if every stranger were to probe i will have a lot of explaining to do, which i can't be bothered to.

As you can see, i am not a very friendly person. It takes me 10x the time an average person takes to make an acquaintance. You see, i have mutant braincells, and a normal and happy being would never get to understand someone who possess mutant braincells. But if you are one of the few who possess mutant braincells, you probably ain't too friendly yourself, thus any bond is not possible.

I am also not an opinionated person. As you can see from this blog, i seldom declare any harsh views. During conversations, i can be extremely quiet, 'cause truthfully, i don't really like to talk. Unless i'm in one of my hyperactive modes which is pretty rare. This may lead to some people thinking that i am weak in mind, because i do not hold rigid beliefs for myself. I wouldn't say i am strong-minded, but my views- they are like grass- sometimes they sway, sometimes they get stamped on, other times i simply discard them. No longer do i hold the beliefs of rights and wrongs, bad or evil. Every situation is subjective and unique.

I would rather listen, because i love to assimilate others' views and knowledge. This is rather sneaky of me, since i am not willing to share my own knowledge, and i leech off others. Sometimes i simply listen to others' conversations, assimilating their conflicting views. This is a fuckin play and i am simply absorbing the playscript. Thus while others carry with them a few fragments of concrete beliefs, i collect a whole truckload of them so as to see life in a wider perspective.

Talking about being opinionated, i recently saw the article on those 2 bloggers who got charged for the racist contents in their blogs. This is one of those rare times that i get pissed at what's happening around this island. If you think i am angry at their racist remarks, think again.

The article states that such writings cannot be tolerated, and actions must be taken to stop these, so as to "preserve racial harmony". Preserve my foot!! Fucktards. So they actually think that closing some blog with offensive racist content, and charging the blogger will actually make him repent and embrace our racial differences? Hey look, i am no racist but we cannot expect everyone to be the same. Those bloggers are stating their views, and the government are in turn forcing their views on them. It is a perpetual vicious cycle. Though of course the giant wins in name.

We are all bound to hate something aren't we? Take raisins for example- maybe some people who love raisins might find my hatred for them offensive. Oh i forgot, we are talking about the land of people bored to their wits that they have to catch anyone they can lay their hands on- they may even start patrolling around, catching those who hate raisins, because simply they think that raisins are delectable and therefore everyone should eat them. Remember, this is the land that bans chewing gum.

Weekly Geeky Finds.

2005-09-13T08:04:00.000+08:00

The moment you see the above header, "Weekly Geeky Finds", means that my doom is near. Like i said, i will be putting this section on hiatus because of my resolution to save some money. I guess i need to try harder.

I did not intend to post today- it is supposed to be a busy day. I have important missions to carry out, such as indulging in my new found site chock full of classic novels, tidying my room, watching anime (only to realize i downloaded the wrong one fucking hell), and sleeping. Yes, i am sacrificing my responsibilities for this. Thank me.

For this week's finds, lets start off with:

Guessy guessy how much is it??

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One freaking dollar!! Got this at the flea market at Clarke Quay. I'm totally proud of myself for buying a 1 dollar skirt.

Next up:

From left: Necklace (a gift from a lovely colleague), Earrings 1 ($7 after bargaining -I totally love this carvings around it, but isn't shown clearly here), Earrings 2 ($2).

I'll have Shinny to model for me next:

My lovely Shinny with: Bracelet ($5), Earrings (around $8).

I should REALLY REALLY REALLY stop buying accessories. This is what i tell myself every ~~month~~ day.

Tin box- Earrings and bracelets. Wooden box- Necklaces. (Note: boxes are not normally in this neat state.) Back cloth- decoration (duh). This is a little too much for my 1 neck, 2 arms and ears.

I should stop fuckin buying dammit!

Anyway, today when i was reaching work, my colleague was along the same way with her friend. Since i am always in my stoned state (especially mornings........... ok, actually every hour of the day..), i did not see her. After she parted with her friend and caught up with me, she told me that her friend didn't know at first that i am her colleague, and so he gestured to my colleague, telling her how cool i am etc. WAHHAHHAHHAHA!!!! The moral of the story is that someone says that i am cool! Muhahhaha! I know that he had made a wrong judgement (maybe he was too sleepy), but it's good to live in self-denial!! Hah!

I really have to get off blogging now. Bye.

I really love dolls.

2005-09-10T01:37:00.000+08:00

I really love dolls.

Maybe i was a deprived child. All i ever owned was 1 barbie doll, 1 fake barbie doll, and 1 rag doll. My playmate was my classmate cum neighbour- a boy. Heh heh, so i know guys have a penchant for dolls, don't try to deny it. In contrast, my cousins have an abundance of all the lastest Barbie dolls, polly pockets, and a huge baby doll which i used to love. Never really felt much towards Barbies.

Some of you may have noticed that the shop, Eccentric Attic at PS had cut off a section of the shop months back, replacing it with their very own cafe. It was love at first sight. Basically because it has a very European setting, with all those exquisite teasets. Actually what i was trying to state is that it all looked very dolly to me. See, you can wear a frilly dress, or one with ruffles, or an empire-cut. And Mary Janes. Braids. Then go there and pretend to be a doll for a day. What a fabulous idea!!

I have been surfing a lot on dolls these days, and have crammed as many doll terms as i can in my head. I think my obsession with them is getting really deep. Been lurking around Ebay- they have quite a lot of antique dolls on sale over there. Then i checked out Singapore Yahoo Auctions. Pui! Nothing! Ebay seems a little risky especially when large sums of money is concerned. But wait, i don't have that sum of money to start with. But i promised myself that when life gets a little more stable in future, i will start to be a serious doll collector, including doll furniture, tea-sets etc. I am a sucker for miniature stuff. Well, one can hope, right?

There are 3 basic categories for dolls.
-Antique Dolls
-Vintage Dolls
-Modern Collectible Dolls

For now, i am only into antique dolls. But no promises- i'm fickle. Oh ok, i get it, you don't really care.

This is probably one of my favourites. She's probably made in Germany, but she's got this little french girl look. This will cost me around SG$2500. This is also the amount that can get me a new camera. Wait, i mean 2 new cameras. Damn.

You have to admit that this is a truly beautiful doll, though i still prefer the 1st one.

I am so going to get all these, and more....................... someday.

I am reminded of this anime i watched sometime back... Rozen Maiden.

Basically its an anime about a group of dolls fighting for.............................. ok i don't want to bore you with the details. What i really want to say is that i watched a doll anime. Yay! Good for me!!

Since antique dolls are produced prior to the 1930s, it is common to find a lot of them in bad condition. That is where the doll restoration comes in. Unfortunately i have never heard of such services in S'pore. Not that it has anything to do with me right now. Oh, and a restored doll loses part of its value.

But its kinda cool. You can get something like this, and start hunting for the right eyes and wig for your new baby.

Looks kinda fun, but i don't think i want to restore dolls as a profession.Working with body parts for too long, and they will really seem to become inanimate and lifeless objects. I don't like this feeling at all. I like to think of them as real little beings.

I have to go to this Doll Museum someday. Ah, the lucky french people.

I will have to go to the library tomorrow to look up on the history/timeline of dolls, the prominent doll-maker companies, the materials and characteristics of different types of dolls, what to look out for when purchasing an antique doll, doll price guides etc. Although i am not planning on getting one this year, it's always good to read up first.

I just hope Shinny won't get jealous.

I found a computer in Planet Trance.

2005-09-08T20:25:00.000+08:00

I found a computer in Planet Trance.

..and i am in a surprising good mood today. So i shall blog. Firstly lets talk about work. Talking about work, one cannot ignore the intersection between me and my colleague's desk.

In case you're wondering, the hanging sweets and snacks pinned up against the cubicle wall is my idea. I would love to fill up the whole wall, but unfortunately, we do not have enough pins. I am surprising good at conjuring stupid ideas. In fact, i think i am one of those people who possesses a high probability of being featured in books such as '100 Most Useless Inventions'. But anyway.

I see random people sniffle a laugh when they look at our desk. Our desk must have looked conspicuously silly to them. One of them commented that it looks like a mini pantry. I can't blame them, i grin foolishly at myself when i look up and see hanging candies. They make me happy. Sometimes i burst out laughing when some ridiculous thought drift past my head while looking at them, and then i have to explain what i was laughing about to my astounded colleague. I must have made a complete idiot of myself.

Let me introduce to you some of our food. Starting from left: Sugar in black tin, Cup noodles, a box of Honey Nut Crunch Bars (i am totally addicted to them), 1st box- Apollo pandan cakes, 2nd box- assorted chocolates, cookies, biscuits, sweets, Uncle Toby's chips with salsa dips etc etc, Tissue, Sandwiches.

Pringles, Packets of milo, tea, coffee, creamer, instant cereal, herbal tea etc. Then, at least 5 types of cereal- the one in that big translucent box is butterscotch cereal (my colleague traded a bar of kinder bruneo for it haha), and it's really good. The rest (that cannot be seen clearly from this picture are- mooncakes, a jar of peanut cookies, sour plums (yuck), a jar of assorted sweets, mashmallows and nougats etc.

My colleague asked me if i brought my whole cd collection along to work lol. Would like to take a picture of those stacks of cds, but i was afraid that my colleague would suspect me of doing something fishy cause i lied to her that i do not have a blog. Its not that i mind her reading this- it's just that i don't want to taint my reputation even more.

So you can see i'm rather pleased with this job. =)

Anyway, i have lots more to blog about. But you see, i come home today to find my computer infected by that stupid horsey Trojan virus. I don't know much about that stupid virus except that it is a threat to my computer. I don't know what to do about this and i'm pissed. If you have any idea please let me know. Shall leave the rest to the next post.

Say goodbye to my last week's cookies.

My brain's going on holiday.

2005-09-06T20:28:00.002+08:00

My brain's going on holiday.

Let's just say that life hasn't been wonderful. I'm going to freeze my brain numb and embark on a journey to Planet Trance for a while. From what i last heard, computers do not exist in Planet Trance, so no blogging till i get back.

Now, please excuse me while i go inflict pain on these sweeties.

2005-08-29T20:59:00.000+08:00

I am Shinny.

Hello everybody, i am Shinny. I'm not sure if you still remember me, but i am the cute little dolly Geeky Jade bought a week ago. Geeky Jade is still in low spirits, with no will to blog. So i said,"Why don't i be your guest blogger? i'll help you till you get your energy back again." And she said, "Ok". So here i am, the cute dolly Shinny, helping kind Geeky Jade do the entertaining.

Before i start, i want to share with everyone my recent photographs. =)

So vintage. I like.

I think i look very stylo here, no?

Geeky Jade likes junk dolls.

More can be found here. Anyway, she loves them so much, she decided to get one. And the best way to get one is to make one.

Me and Xia Xia.

Geeky Jade loves me so much that she started sketching me.

Me, deep in thought.

Geeky Jade talks to me sometimes. Oh, recently she told me to keep away from uncles. She says that uncles are bad bad people. A few days ago, an uncle approached her:

Uncle: Hi, you speak english?
Jade: Yes?
Uncle: Hi, i'm from Germany, and $^%$&*%^&%$^#%$#*&*$ (muffled with the accent)
Jade: Huh? Sorry?
Uncle: $^%*(^&(%^&$%^#%$#8 (some malay words)
Jade: ????????
Uncle: You don't understand malay?
Jade: No.
Uncle: Oh, i was saying, i $%^&%^&$*% (muffled with the accent again)
Jade: ??????
Uncle: (repeating slow and clear this time) I am looking for a girlfriend. You like?
Jade: No.

Geeky Jade had plans to go Germany someday, but now she is beginning to have a bad impression. She warns me against uncles, be it chinese, indian, malay or german. She says all uncles are bad people, and will kidnap and sell me to the North Pole.

Geeky Jade will also temporarily stop Weekly Geeky Finds. She is serious about saving money now, and is desperately scrimping. She started saving up a week ago, which is a miracle, because her saving plans have never lasted more than half a day before. She has totally banned herself from buying anything superfluous, and every cent and dollar is precious to her. She even needs to consider before getting a drink. This is a drastic change from her old ways, and i feel bad. How i wish someone can help her, that poor kind girl. (Hint hint: her birthday is on the 19th of sept. Some angbaos will be good. =))

That's all for today, Geeky Jade is pestering me for the computer cause she wants to watch some animes. Goodbye!

Exhibition.

2005-08-25T20:36:00.000+08:00

Exhibition.

click to enlarge.

Just an ad for my class.
I'm off to my animes again.
Bye.

hiatus.

2005-08-23T22:46:00.001+08:00

hiatus.

i am stuck somewhere between mild depression (ah, how cliched) and puking. On hiatus. Maybe for a day, perharps a week.

Weekly Geeky Finds.

2005-08-21T04:25:00.000+08:00

Hello, it's time for Weekly Geeky Finds again. You know, a few days ago for some reason, my mother offered to buy me a bag. Suddenly i found the idea of owning one more bag replusive, cause to come to think of it, i have only 2 arms- i cannot handle yet another new bag. So surprise surprise, i did not get it. When i shopped today, i found that the sight of clothes irk me. Enough is enough. Afterall, i only have 1 body.

I have a weird shopping pattern. For several months i will be obsessed with clothes. Then followed by earrings, then necklaces, then art supplies, etc etc. I go though a new phrase every few months. It is obvious to me that my 'clothes' phrase is finally over.

Something worse is about to happen, and i'm getting scared. Real scared. Before i share with you my new phrase, i shall show you my finds for this week.

For the unaware, i love dolls. (Ok ok, actually there are a lot of other things i love.) Especially antique dolls. There is this beautiful shop at Centerpoint selling antique dolls and golliwogs, but sad to say, i cannot afford them, for i am very very poor. =((( I don't like those modern dolls from places like Toys'r'us because there are mostly made of very plastic-like materials (while antique dolls are made mostly out of porcelain etc), which make them look really fake- like inanimate objects, with no souls to speak of.

One of the first dolls i ever liked are the Living Dead Dolls.

I think i only like the old series though, especially the Chinese Wedding Couple. Too lazy to search for their picture to post it here, sorry.

Below are a few pictures from my collection of doll photos.

Not sure of her name.

Sasha.

Seiza.

Ugetu.

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Hello, my name is Shinny. Shinny as in She-ni, not shiny. I am called Shinny because this is the first name that popped in Geeky Jade's head, and she likes giving out random names. Geeky Jade loves me a lot. Nice to meet you. I shall let her continue blogging.

Yup, that was Shinny. She's a 2nd-hand doll i think. She isn't perfect in many ways, but i love her all the same. I think she's got soul. I keep having this thought that she might talk to me one day. I wondered if she'll move when i am not around, just like the toys in Enid Blyton books.I got worried that she might be hungry. I started talking aloud to her about how beautiful she is. Sounds psychotic? I probably am. I treat toys way better than humans. Lol. I just hope she doesn't kill me in my sleep.

I love her so much that i even bought all these to make her a new dress. Don't worry, i'll post up Shinny in her new dress when i get it done (hopefully)!

Next:

I don't have much to say about this. I like it, period. Basically, i buy and do the most random things. I like walking randomly without a destination. I like getting lost. That's one reason why i hate S'pore. There is only so much you can explore and get lost. I do things so randomly that i shock myself sometimes. Hell, i might even be the Queen of England next week. Maybe not.

Ok, i digressed. Anyway, my current obsession is antiques/vintage items. This is bad, very bad. This is because they happen to be very, very, expensive. Shit. Either i starve myself to death buying them, or i don't buy them and cry. Like now.

Today, i went into this little shop in Chinatown which sells antique/vintage (mostly russian) items such as those really old-school typewriters etc. While i was ogling on the items, the shop uncle asked me if i am taiwanese (wahahhaha Meow Meow i can imagine you laughing you head off now). He is totally OUT OF POINT. Maybe i have inherited Miss Meow Meow's accent. Ok, maybe not. I think the uncle is desperate to increase sales. Here are some of the past incidents i remember:

Japanese: I do not look like a Japanese basically because- Japanese=beautiful; Me=Not. I don't want to spoil Japanese's reputation you know. Some years back, this person from a shop started greeting me in broken Japanese (ok i don't know the language but you can tell) in a way like you're talking to a tourist. I was actually like HUH???????????? but i just acted along anyway.

There's this other time, long long ago, i was at this little booth, and the salesgirl kept really quiet. Then, i started talking to my friend on the phone, and straight after i hung up, she said," oh, just now i didn't dare to talk to you because i thought you're japanese!" It's like... duh?

Korean: This random man suddenly just came up to me and asked me if i'm korean. WTF.

Indonesian: This other random man suddenly came up to me and asked me if i'm indonesian. WTF.

Hongkie: Quite a number,.

You see, it is vitually impossible to look like so many countries at the same time when i only have one ugly face. 80% of them are out to con me i tell you.

Okay, i totally digressed. The thing is, i saw this really beautiful watch, which is made up of little painted lockets, in which the middle one can be opened, revealing a clockface. It's a mechanical antique watch, those that you need to wind-up daily for it to work. I loved it. It's $80. The uncle tried giving my discounts, but since i already spent quite a lot earlier, and i am in debt, i can only blink away my tears, and say no. And yeah, i was holding onto that watch and standing there for a long long time. It sucks not buying something you want. I apologized to the uncle, and just before i left the shop, the uncle gestured me to check out something. At first i thought it was out of goodwill. He brought out 2 clocks. Something like this:

This is just a rough diagram. The outer part is a glass globe. The picture does it NO justice. I have NEVER seen a clock like this before. I am not kidding when i say this is the most exquisite thing i have ever seen in my life. It was truly a magically moment. I cannot even find any picture of such clocks online. The other clock he showed me works the same way, except that it's in a form of a bird-cage, with a little bird twirling around. $90.

Now i know why he showed me these. That's because i wasted so much of his time and then decided not to buy the watch. He is showing me these to take revenge, to make me cry. I told him i love his shop and promised to be back. I decided never to walk into that shop when i don't have the money because i'll probably weep in there. Yeah, seriously. I'm still grieving about the clock. Argh.

Just let me cry alone.

Lets talk a little about work.

2005-08-18T11:45:00.000+08:00

Lets talk a little about work.

The most incoherent post ever. These are the things i want to get out of my head but lazy to arrange them in readable sentences (don't mind my terrible writing). I am working a 3 months temp job. I am 20 minutes late everyday. One day, i got a little guilty so i decided to take a cab. It costs $8.90, plus morning charge, $10- a little more than i expected. i passed the taxi-uncle $10. He told me to give him $4 more because he drove there through CTE and stopping at a restricted zone. Nabei. I was really pissed. The best part of it was ............ i was STILL 20mins late. Fucking hell, i paid 13X more than usual for fuck. I now hate Cabs with a passion. Ah, the woes of the poor.

I have been obsessively stocking up food on my once very vacant desk. I am trying to make a stupid and useless collage on the wall of my cubicle. Now my desk is scattered with junk food and scraps of paper and junk material. Oh, by the way my job is data entry.

I think the cleaner auntie hates me. Although the dustbin is right below my desk, ~~i cannot be bothered to aim properly~~ i am bad at aiming, resulting in littering the floor. The day before, the auntie told me curtly to throw my rubbish properly. Today, the colleague caught the auntie shaking her head in disapproval while staring at the mess on my desk. I am suddenly thankful that she isn't my mother. I'm not sure how she is going to cope living with me. I don't want the auntie to hate me, so i tidied up a bit just now, even though i know how messy i allow my desk to be doesn't really concern her. I am a good girl. Auntie please don't hate me.

My colleague is kind enough to buy me breakfast sometimes. Once she bought me a bread roll with............. raisins. I hate raisins. I fear raisins. I fear prunes even more but anyway, the point is she bought a raisin infested bread roll. I would have accepted it out of politeness normally, but we are talking about raisins. Nothing in this whole world can make me touch that stuff. It's raisins, mind you. Raisins!! After that unfortunate raisin incident, she asked me what else i hate to eat, so she can take note. I told her raisins, and prunes. Though the truth is, i have a neverending list of food i hate. But i just needed to be polite. Lol. Some time later, she got me something with Tau Sa. Now, i have nothing against Tau Sa. In fact, i think it tastes pretty decent, but i just don't like to eat it. It gives me the tingling cold shiver down my spine, the same sort of feeling i get when i drink something bitter and replusive. Thus i don't like Tau Sa. I know it doesn't make sense. But i ate it anyway.

Anyway, if i were to make a list based on the food that i hate, it'll go like this:

The Food That i Hate:
-Raisins
-Prunes
-Any other dried/preserved fruits
-Tropical fruits
-Breads with too much moisture (e.g. white bread) toasting helps though
-Olives
-Fresh milk
-Mushy food (e.g cereal drenched in milk is a big no-no. It is a sin to combine dry food and liquid.)
-Sweets that are hard
-Bittergourd (or anything bitter)
-Thick yellow noodles
-Celery

I can continue forever.

Yesterday, i asked my mother why is she and my brother so tall yet i am so short. She says it is because i am too picky on food. Hah. Oh and btw, Sandwich Club at Change Alley is really good. I had a mozzaella mushroom sandwich. (For vegans: there is an option of soy milk in beverages.) I miss it already.

I have a weird eating pattern. For some months i would shun food. Other months i would go crazy and start gorging like there is no tomorrow. Like now. I am literally stuffing myself these days. Everyone who sees me now feel the need to emphasize that i am getting fatter. I am unsure whether to laugh or cry. There are 2 possible underlying meanings regarding this fat remark. It could mean:

1) You've finally grown some meat on your bones! (positive)
2) You are getting disgustingly fat. (negative)

I don't know what to think. Too many fat remarks. Boo hoo hoo.

Weekly Geeky Finds.

2005-08-15T20:56:00.000+08:00

Dear readers, Weekly Geeky Finds will be a new weekly feature in this blog. If you are not female, chances are that this new feature will bore you. So please redirect yourself here. For the rest, i shall explain what this is all about. Basically, i will post up my finds from mainly thrift stores (perfect for poor people like me) each week, and perharps write a little about some of them.

So, let's get going!!

A full-length chiffon-like dress.
$4.50

Too flat and boring?? Do not fret!! There are numerous ways to solve this problem!

**Pin it up.**
(Note: The dress is hastily secured and adjusted because ~~i cannot be bothered to do it properly~~ time is crucial and it isn't necessary to do it so nicely for a demo. You are adviced to do it properly and nicely if you are planning to go public places. Thank you.)

You can use a pin and secure it mid-length. ( This dress is translucent, and i have not thought of a way to wear it as a dress yet.)

You can make it even shorter. (Please remember to secure it properly with something other than your hand if you are planning to go out. That is because your left hand might be required at times, and if you let go of your hand, the dress will fall into full-length, and you will look really stupid.)

Or simply make it into a top by tying a flower-like knot.

A long skirt.
$3

Too dull and grandmotherly for you? Do not fret.

**Belt it up**

There's nothing a sash can't save.

A dress-like thingy supposed to be worn over something else.
$8

A japanese-print top.
$7.50

Last but not least, accessories.
From left: Earrings $2, Ring $3, Bangles $1

Hope you enjoyed this week's Weekly Geeky Finds. See you next week!!

Thrift stores are haunted.

2005-08-14T19:40:00.000+08:00

Thrift stores are haunted.

I think i have just gained a favourite pastime- shopping at thrift stores. Yesterday was the first time i visited the Salvation Army, and i loved it. I am going to swear off normal retail shops from this day on. I think i should start a weekly coverage of my finds.

Nah, just kidding. Thrift stores suck big time. Clothes are dirty, smelly, and unhygiene. Don't ever get anything from such shabby places unless you want to be infected by some horrid skin disease or something. Furthermore, thrift stores are normally haunted.

Here's proof:

Oh my, i think that oversized pink gown i'm wearing belongs to the lady beside me. *shudders*

Readers, i'm telling you all these because ~~i don't want you to snatch up my finds~~ i am concerned about you. So please, heed my advice and never ever step foot into trift stores. Thank you.

Say goodbye to my adorable brownies!! =))

I am not funny afterall.

2005-08-11T20:29:00.000+08:00

I am not funny afterall.

You know what, it is kinda worrying that nobody seems to respond to my posts. I'm not talking about the popularity of the blog (i'm sure that there are at least some people reading this right?), but it's more like, i am the only one tickled by my own humor. I find some of my posts totally hilarous- for example the previous post, but it seems that i'm the only one laughing.

Furthermore, these days when i blurt out potentially funny witty lines (in real life), instead of having people laughing with me, they give me the nervous 'hur hur' kind of response. One of them commented that when i speak like that, it is to her, a cut-off line, leaving people speechless. Not in a funny way apparently. I hope my warped sense of humour did not rub anyone the wrong way. I hope i won't be thought of as psychotic or something. Or there is something totally abnormal about me that only i am not aware of. Afterall, genuine madmen do not have the slightest idea that they are crazy, right? Nobody understands my jokes anymore. Boo hoo hoo.

Sausages.

2005-08-10T22:54:00.000+08:00

Sausages.

Hello everyone. I understand that my posts are getting worse by the week- more like 'filler' posts. This is not resulting from a blogger's block. In fact, whenever i am outside, i can easily think of a subject to blog about, and i get the satisfaction of writing a draft in my head. But alas, after i am done with the draft, the initial enthusiasm fades. Today is no different. But i know that the images i am about to show later are going to reside in my head for ages if i don't blog it out today. So i will.

Before that, i would like to point out a little worry of mine. I realized that i do feel a little weird letting my friends read this blog, and sometimes i wonder if 'they don't want to friend me anymore' because of certain crude contents in the blog, shattering their image of me as a kind, sweet and gentle person. Well, let's all pray for the best.

Now to the main topic of the day. I am going to share with everyone a recipe, complete with illustrations. It is the ultimate comfort food!! In fact, so good that you get the satisfaction just by looking at it!! Come on, let's get started!!

Grilled cheesy sausage with noodles and minced meat.

1) Ingredients: A male, preferable with greasy rebonded hair, smug, and one you vehemently hate.

2) Snip off his greasy rebonded hair (the grease can be put into good use later).

3) Set up some porn (soft/hard porn is up to you) for him to watch.

4) Wait for him to cum, and with one clean and brief strike, use a pink chopper to chop off the sausage. (Note: it is very important to chop at the perfect timing, because we need the cheese to stay WITHIN the sausage. If not, it won't be cheesy anymore, duh.)

5) Next, use a pink penknife to slice off the meatballs. Do it carefully so as not to waste any ounce of meat. Then, use the same pink penknife to dice the meatballs finely. (Note: it is optional whether you choose to wash off the blood or not.)

6) Grill the sausage for about 10 minutes. (Note: time may vary. Normally it takes about 15-18 minutes, but for this case, the said sausage is very small.)

7) Stir-fry the rest of the ingredients. Don't worry about the oil, cause the greasy hair is already drenched in it. As for salt, well.. this dish is salty on its own.

8) Ta-da!!

Wow i am so proud of myself. And judging from the efforts i took to do this post... yes, i am THAT pissed with the said male.

Goodbye disgusted readers.

funny site.

2005-08-08T22:17:00.000+08:00

funny site.

I swear to God that this site is godamn hilarious. This is another ~~lame~~ kickass link from the site (Most of the links are pretty funny.) Sit back and enjoy.

(Note: Slightly explict content, 21 years and below/good girls and boys please refrain from clicking the link. Thank you.)

another random post...

2005-08-07T01:47:00.000+08:00

another random post...

Just to clarify things, the previous post was not one of angish and discontentment. Well, perharps just a little, but i was basically just rambling because i couldn't think of anything else to write.

To make up for my last post, i decided to give my mother some credit. After all, she did not attempt to make me pay for the shampoo after all (or maybe she forgot), and she gave me one of her tops.

Nothing wonderful, considering i have 4 other similar ones, but better than nothing. I mean, i am aware that mothers are normally elated at the idea of having their dear daughters go shopping with them. Well, mine is the complete opposite- cause she does not like to pay for me. No, i'm not complaining at all. She passes me clothes she got in the wrong sizes, and clothes she think doesn't fit her anymore. Yeah, not complaining at all.

I dislike couples. No, do not jump into conclusions- it is not jealousy. I meant that in a pragmatic way, with factual accounts to back me up. (Note: please do take my words with a pinch of pepper/salt.)

WHINEY GIRLS.
Today i overheard a conversation between a couple. Ok, not much of a conversation actually. What i really heard was a pouty and angry girl whining and whining... and whining. After a brief exchange of words between them, i came to understand the gist of the matter (no i wasn't being kpo- they were right behind me. Ok, maybe i was bored.. just a little). The male in question had failed to call Miss-Whiney on her handphone at a certain allocated time (wow big deal). So there, we have a pouty whiney angry complaining girl with a hoaxing male. The problem with the female counterparts is that they love to go through one tedious dramatic act of silliness, stupidness, and tantrums before they are willing to pare down their dumbness and forgive the guy. Come on, it is obvious that you are not going to break off with the guy for such an insignificant reason, so just skip that extraneous step of melodrama and go straight into the forgiveness part(though i suspect 90% of the time such tantrums are self-contrived).

GAY BOYFRIENDS.
I dont't like it when guys carry handbags and such(heavy things are understandable) for their girlfriends. On the surface, this may give you an illusion of a gentlemenly act. But smart as i am, i see beyond the surface. Here's my take on why males should NEVER carry handbags or anything remotely feminine for girls.

-Firstly, the guy will look really gay (unless you really are, then please go ahead and do so).
-Secondly, it is embarrassing to be seen with a boyfriend who looks gay.
-Thirdly, you are announcing to the world that you are too weak to even hold a bag that weighs barely 20grams. Shame on you!

(Note: i have nothing against gays I swear.)

Oh course, there is a hell lot more but that's about it for today.

And oh, i came across a few interesting pictures the day before.

Bjork!! She's adorable like a china-doll!

Tom Cruise haha.

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Marliyn Manson! LOL. He look somewhere between the Mad Magazine doofus and Ron Weasly of Harry Potter.

Ok bye.

Yo i'm back.

2005-08-05T23:05:00.000+08:00

Yo i'm back.

I'm pretty much in a loss of words these days.. i have no idea what to write anymore. Too many random thoughts- none of them coherent. Well, guess i'll just ramble for the sake of it.

I'm not sure if everyone else's mothers do hula-hoops. Mine does. Daily. She's a little obessed about sliming down. And it is freaking irritating... especially its those hula-hoops with God-Knows-What-Bits in it so that every swish and twirl you make, it goes SWISH SWISH SWISH.And it pisses me off. A lot. I often get the impluses snap at her to go buy a SLIENT hula-hoop- but i don't want to ignite an unnecessary fight. I am so unlucky.

She just asked me if i want to get a new shampoo since mine is almost empty. I told her i have no money. She says that it is ok, because if i want, she can help me get the tiny version first for only $1.50. Oh God, will it kill her to just pay for me for such a small little thing?? I am so unlucky.

2 days ago i was watching television with her. Then comes a snippet of a daughter telling the media that her mother bought her bag for her. So i repeated it deliberately to my mother. She got all defensive saying that how she isn't obligated to buy anything for me because i don't have to give a cent to the household anyway, plus i did not get her a birthday present this year. PUI. That is because she totally and purposely DISREGARDED my birthday last year. PUI. It's her bloody fault. It also seems that at times like this she so blatantly forgot about that big Kenzo perfume and earrings and more earrings i got for her before. PUI. I am so unlucky.

Oh yes, im living in that sort of hell in which every cent loaned is jotted down. I'm not
exaggerating when i say 'every cent'. Give and take isn't exactly a strong point of my mother. Maybe except for the 'take' part. PUI. I am so unlucky.

Pity me.

And yes, i'm working, at last. It's a 3 month temp job, and the people there are exceptionally nice, even though i wasn't really friendly. I don't know why, but i can never bring myself to be friendly. I'm not sure how you all manage it. After all these years i am still uncomfortable with humans- sometimes even with people i have known for the longest time.

My mother says that i am self-centered. I know i am. I don't like knowing more people. I like to listen but dislike having to contribute to a conversation. I get impatient and irritated with people very easily, whereas i expect everyone else to go at my pace. I find it hard to compromise. This world evolves around me and me alone, i think. So my sincerity probably springs out from my unwillingness to entertain anyone but myself.

So that's it- a not so quailty post after all.

(P.S. Please, go watch Willy Wonka ASAP.. its damn good i swear!)

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2005-08-03T19:56:00.000+08:00

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You Are 25% Normal
(Occasionally Normal)

You sure do march to your own beat...
But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all
You think on a totally different wavelength
And it's often a chore to get people to understand you

How Normal Are You?

You are a Self-Discoverer

You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality.
Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine.
You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion.
You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans.

What's Your Religious Philosophy?

Its rather silly do tests on what i already know. Anyway, i'm posting this up cause i have nothing substantial to write. So there.

Maple Story.

2005-07-26T14:53:00.000+08:00

Maple Story.

A quick post before i rush out.

Bernard Buffet- Kabuki IV

My comic version using copic makers and pens hahhaha.

Actually i don't have much to blog about this week, so i shall talk about Maple Story. I know this game is passe already but i was too lazy to install till yesterday.

For the confused: In layman terms, Maple Story is a floating mushroom land (ok actually there are many different places but i shall not confuse you even further.) The point of this game is to murder all the weird creatures (as above), and gain money etc. With money you can buy stuff (duh). By killing the monsters your level goes up bit by bit, till it is high enough to get you a job.

Like most online games, Maple story allows you to play along with other players. Anyway, i try to avoid staying near to female players. Here's why. When you are obviously stuggling to fight a few monsters at a time, male players have the decency to lend a hand. Furthermore, they do not snatch up the money left behind from your winning fights before you have a chance to claim it. Whereas females, they see you dying from the fights, and they use this chance to get out of the scene asap, leaving you to die. Furthermore, while you are busy fighting, with no time to claim your money, they steal it. Thus i decided the female players really suck balls.

There are 4 jobs in total, as follow:

The warrior.

The bowman.

The thief.

The magician (looks a bit like Harry Potter).

I am still deciding whether i should be the thief or the magician. Maple story junkies.. any suggestions?

Now for the evil evil monsters!!

The evil mushroom (you decide whether it looks evil or not).

The evil zombie mushroom.

The evil blue snail (there are green and red snails too). I do feel a bit guilty chopping up snails when all they do is to graze on the grass minding their own business.

The evil pig. (Er at least i think it is evil... actually i didn't dare to go near it for fear that it will send me to heaven. It looks powerful.)

The evil slime (another powerful monster).

Ok, i am done with the job of boring every one of you. Bye.

(P.s. If there are any Maple fans reading this.... tips please.)

I am the Pretender of Deaf.

2005-07-22T11:51:00.000+08:00

I am the Pretender of Deaf.
(P.s. title is a private joke.)

Today i am going to talk about the Portrait Illustration Maker.

An example of an image produced by the Portrait Illustration Maker. I used to think it is rather silly when people start to produce their own digital faces. I didn't see the point of it and dismissed it as a waste of time. But somehow, as if by fate, i chanced upon the site again yesterday. Well, as you all know, i have nothing but an abundance of time. Ah, the dreadful money-less times.

So i did one of mine. Ok, before you protest, i already know it does not look remotely like me, nor do i own that pair of specs (i just thought it looks nice). I also do not look so happy normally. But since this is a digital generated picture, i can do anything i want, hmph.

Warning: Please refrain from weeping to what you are about to view as you scroll down. Don't be too touched ok?

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Haha!! Check out the cat lilin!

Bear!! Just pretend the background is a Ktv.

And i presume that is a clay model.

The background is supposed to be HongKong i think haha!

See i gave you a nice background!

Hah i even added an iMac for you!

I presume that you are the sporty type haha!

You see i made you so pretty!

Sorry i had to use a scarf as an replacement! But i think i did a good job for the face!!

I did a good job on the mustache!!

Ah, eating as always!

Don't thank me people! (Sorry if i missed out any, i'm not sure who else whom i know read my blog.)

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2005-07-20T01:25:00.000+08:00

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I am still rather pissed with a couple of issues from the day before but i will let it rest for the time being. Let's talk about today. Today i woke up, stoned, ate, read for 2 minutes, fell asleep for 3 hours. Got frustrated because it was already 5pm and.. well it was just really frustrating. I ate, re-watched Honey and Clover (yet again), and out of frustration, forced myself to do some oil sketches. Oh well, yeah, i lead an exciting life.

I threw away 2 of of them away and cut off the one below because he ended up looking like a retard.

Banal things aside. Let's touch on the crux of this post. For those who actually bothered to read this blog, you may have already realised that Honey and Clover is my top favourite anime for now.

I lost count of the number of times i re-watched it and checked for new downloads even though i know that there will only be 1 new episode each week. Anyway, today i browsed through the official site, and saw...

this.

WTF!! WTF!!! They just set up a Honey and Clover cafe!!! I should by right, be elated right now. But wait, this cafe is located in Japan which means it has totally nothing to do with me. Argh. I think i am feeling more irritated than happy.

I nearly fainted when i saw the menu. Argh why am i not a japanese!!!?

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!

2005-07-17T01:21:00.000+08:00

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!

This is my limit. i have had enough of going gaga over sites such as this or this. I admit- i go weak, very weak, when it comes to cupcakes.

Why??? Why aren't there shops such as this in Singapore!!!!!??

Why!!!????

Why!!????

Hip cupcakes!!

They sure are right about the beautiful part...

..and i thought such sights only exist in Enid Blyton's stories of tea-parties in magical floating lands.

I want them!!!!!

Flowers flowers.

The colours are so beautiful.

I'm so hungry.

I got so tired of gushing over pictures of cupcakes in cupcake sites that i resolved to do something about it...

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TA-DA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My very own cupcakes!!

I regret not using a blue plate instead.

Well, the pictures do them no justice. Blame my lousy pink camera for such blurry images. I admit that these cupcakes are slightly flawed (which i have concealed with the icing), but this is just my first try ok!! I have decided to set myself one more goal in life- to perfect the art of cupcake baking!!!!

Anyway, i think i prefer looking at them than to eat them LOL.

Warning to kids: Do not try this at home!!
PLEASE remember to check what is in your oven before you preheat it. You will never know when your family members start doing weird things such as putting plastic covers in the oven. Above is an example of what might happen. Trust me, it isn't supposed to be flat.

no title yet.

2005-07-12T13:31:00.000+08:00

no title yet.

I am now doing a stand-in position as a receptionist. Basically, my job is to transfer calls (which barely hit 15 per day), ~~surfing the net~~ doing research work, ~~reading~~ analyzing documents, and ~~msn-ing~~ interacting. This is actually a perfect job that encourages maximum stoning. But of course, being the hardworking person that i am, i am making the most productive use of my time. Today is my 2nd day and i have almost finished studying the whole of art history (complete with detailed notes), and half of my book of '25 great essays'.

Furthermore, i am detached from the rest of the company. In fact, the whole company is detached into parts. Instead of the usual cubicles, each of them have a large office on their own. The coffee machine makes such pungent and wonderful coffee that i finish it all in one gulp.

But alas! All wonderful thing must come to an end, with only 3 days of happiness to cherish. The lucky girl on leave will be back soon..

This time i am going to bitch.

2005-07-10T05:22:00.000+08:00

This time i am going to bitch.

It is 4.03am right now and i am feeling very irritated. Today i shall make it an exception and tell you all how i really feel. Maybe i shall first share with you what is going on in my mind right now:

"CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB...."
This has been droning on and on for the past few hours..

Today i will explain to you on why i quitted 2 jobs in 2.5 weeks, and i am about to do so again tommorrow. Oh my!! Isn't that 3 jobs in 3 weeks!!! Hah, what a record. Sure, i quit frequently, but i might be overdoing it this time. Now, there are people who might think that it is because i am spoilt. But the thing is, i am not. That's because there is no one who spoils me to start with- sad but true.

Now let me explain to you in detail why i quitted my jobs, and the rational reasons behind it. Firstly i went to A LOT of job agencies, and stated clearly that i am looking for ADMIN/RECEPTIONIST (aka slack jobs) temp positions. Now, i suppose we all know that there are plenty of such jobs available. You see, i love jobs whereby you do data entry (i like typing), transfering calls, stone, and other odd jobs like going out and buy printer inks and such. I understand that to a lot of people this may seem degrading, but to me, it is just heavenly. One of the main characteristics that differ me from common people is that i hate using my brain. Even while i am typing this blog post i am trying to find the most simple phrases to use cause i want to avoid churning my brain juices (which in turn gives me a mental headache). That is why i absolutely adore brainless jobs.

BUT. But amazingly, out of, say like 5 agencies, all offered me customer-related positions. I mean, fuck, do i even look customer oriented? But i was desperate at that time so i accepted one. Which confirmed my hatred towards any interaction with humans and therefore quitted.

Which leads to the 2nd job, which is supposed to be an "ADMIN JOB WITH VERY BASIC DUTIES". My foot. NBCCB. When i started out, they changed my whole job scope into a FRONTLINE CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICER, which is probably the most stressful job ever because you have to handle the freaking tough system, damn long queues and thousands of cash each day. And i started on the 1st day without formal training. WTF!! When the customer asks me questions i blank out cause at first i didn't even know what the company is about. WTF WTF!! Not to mention that i need to take responsiblity for shortages. WTF!!

Which leads to the third job, which is my current job, and the one that is causing me to type this post at 4 plus in the morning just back from the job. I need to type all these out quick because one of my weaknesses is that i forget too fast, and my angish will probably fade to nothingless if i drag for a while.

This third job, which i have worked as part-time for 3 days, is waitressing. Hah! you must be thinking, if i hate customer-oriented jobs so much, why waitressing?? That is because my friend's friend works there, and from what i heard, it is a damn relaxing and easy job. Let us review the sentence again. Damn RELAXING and EASY job. That is why i applied. However, after my 3 days of working there, i discovered some slight errors in that statement. So, let me rephrase it.. just a little- Damn HELLISH and TORTURING.

Firstly, i have never seen a menu this long, or should i say, MENUS. there are 3 menus in all- food, desserts & beverages, wine- each with their own sub-catergories which i can barely remember. Of course it's not just the menus, but how they order you around, like you're a servant or something. Like when my supervisor told me to throw that plastic bag of puke on the table, i was completely traumatized. CB, i don't get paid for a misery 6 bucks an hour to be a maid. NBCCB. Of course there is a whole lot of other stuff that i don't like to do which i will abstain from going into detail here. Let me digress again, i am NOT a spoilt brat- i am just plain lazy. The thing is that i loathe doing certain things for a mere job- the very same things that i can't even be bothered to do for myself.

Then another irrtating fact that applies to any corporations actually. They have the tendency to tell you, "hey you know who is that?? That is the director's daughter/son/daughter's bf/son's gf/whoever that is loosely connected."

"OH MY GOD REALLY!!!!??? AHHHH WHY NEVER SAY EARLIER??? IS MY HAIR MESSY?? DO I LOOK NEAT ENOUGH?? WHAT SPECIAL SERVICE DO I NEED TO GIVE??? OH NO, I HOPE I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG JUST NOW!!"

Is that what they expect me to say?? NNCCB. Of course i just replied "Ok." Fuck, you think i give half a shit? If you are the director you are probably just another corporate asshole contributing to the CB sack of lies. If you are the son/daughter, you are basically.... well, insignificant- except that you have money to spare without working, which of course has nothing to do with me. So fuck you.

Now let me explain the reasons on why i am working. It is pretty basic actually.

- to eat
-to pay for classes
-to prevent my hp from being cut off again
-to set aside $1000 for a GOOD new camera
-to buy air tickets

As you can see, my wishes are incredibly simple. Note that you don't see anything within the lines of "oh, i want to have a good career, earn loads of money.." etc. So i don't see why i should work myself so hard for such simple requests. My time is a million times more precious than money. Furthermore, i am not planning on doing this forever- i do have plans you know. Although i don't share them doesn't mean that i am have no direction whatsoever. But then again, i think i might need to continue struggling with these meaningless jobs for perharps 2 years or so. Damn, that is a freaking long time. Argh.

God, give me an admin job already. I don't ask for much, just something SIMPLE without having to interact with people with NO stress for me to pass these droning months peacefully. I have to admit that i am a self-serving bitch- i really am. Serving people is just not my thing. Just a simple job, throw me in a some dark corner and spare me from your company's details. I will do anything from opening the letterbox to buying printer inks. So please, God help me.

I am so elated!!!! (Warning: girlish content ahead.)

2005-07-09T12:11:00.000+08:00

I am so elated!!!! (Warning: girlish content ahead.)

Lets see..... today i......

- ~~Got one week's worth of pay.~~
Hey it's not much but at last i have some real tangible cash without borrowing!!!!!!!!!

- ~~Got a haircut.~~
At last!! My hair was looking like crap for the past weeks cause i was too broke to get a professional and had to cut it myself LOL. (P.s a note to those-you-know-who-you-are who goes Purple Storm, today William was not around so Barbara cut it for me. I think she is better than William!!!! Wahahhah but don't tell William la.)

- ~~Trimmed my eyebrows.~~
This is probably only the 3rd time in my life to go eyebrow trimming because i am too lazy to go normally. But since my fringe got cut real short, i decided that i can conceal them no more.

I have very weird and ugly eyebrows, and to make things worse, i am completely clueless on how to use an eyebrow pencil.

- ~~Bought a new dress/top.~~
At last.

I had skillfully added in the mosiac effects to the face, but it doesn't seem to really show clearly here.

Ok, actually i bought some other things also, but i am not going to bore you with the details.

Bye!

I am going to turn this into an anime blog.

2005-07-08T02:32:00.000+08:00

I am going to turn this into an anime blog.

Just kidding. Though i have, in many occasions, been tempted to do so. In fact, sometimes i have the impluse to change my layout into an anime-based one, even though it may look really dumb and kiddish. Furthermore, if i am to do so, i will probably need to change my layouts frequently depending on my new craze. So, yeah.. i may have lots of time, but i am not free to that extend.

But this is going to be an anime post though. Hur hur hur. Come, let us all cheer for my current (hopefully eternally) favourite anime... HONEY and CLOVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This anime is about a group of art students and the relationships evolving around them. It isn't quite as cliched as it sounds. Maybe i am just biased.

So now, please allow me to introduce the wonderful characters!!

Yamada Yamada Yamada!!!!!!! She is basically the most beautiful person in the anime. She is nice to girls and bash up males. She loves Mayama, and well, she is wonderful. Yup.

She does pottery!!! Yay!!

Mayama, architecture student. Ok, at 1st i really liked him... until he rejected my Yamada for Rika. I was totally disappointed with him for his lack of taste.

Rika. Mayama works for her firm as a part-timer and falls in love with her. She is suppose to be really beautiful. PUI!! Like real only. Furthermore, she doesn't like Mayama back. (Her husband died from accident.)

Hanamori (i think). This picture does him no justice- he is supposed to be one of the most good-looking males in the anime. He is the teacher of the group of art students, and the relative and guardian of Hagu.

Hagu may look like this, but she is in fact an 18 year old girl. She is very close to Hanamori, and probably the most talented artist in the group.

One of Hagu's works.

Morita!!!!!!

Morita!!!!!!!

Morita!!!!!!! He loves money, he does the most random things, he repeats school for 6 years, but he is one of the most talented in the group. Beneath his craziness, he is extremely sensitive and caring towards his friends. Oh, he probably likes Hagu too.

The main character and narrator. And the most insignificant one. I cannot even remember his name. All i know is that he is a considerate fellow, and really likes Hagu, but is holding back because of Morita.

My favourite character is definately Yamada!!!!!! I love her so much that i dedicated one whole page of my sketchbook to her!!!

My wonderful wonderful Yamada!!

I tried to change the colour tone using my computer to make it look more manga-ish. Or so i hoped.

On an ending note, this is what you do when you run out of tangible subjects to sketch. HAHHAHHAHAH.

Ok,bye.

I am free.

2005-07-05T22:08:00.000+08:00

I am free.

The reason that i am blogging today is because i feel free. That is because i just quitted my job. Yes, again. Hey, but at least this time i worked for a grand total of 7 days before quitting. Come to think of it, i should keep this up, enter the Guiness Book of World Records and win some cash. I don't care much about the trophy though. But i guess i am still not good enough to set the record. i have only quitted 5 times since September last year. If you look at it this way, it isn't really that much.

Well, the point is, i am free to entertain you people. So be thankful. If only i get paid for blogging. But the thing is, life has not gotten any more exciting since the past few days. So i took a few pictures to talk cock about.

Yes, that peg/hanger thingy is an eyesore. I hate it to death. Eh, the mirror can do with some cleaning.

Firstly, let me tell you how regretful i am about choosing this table. I must be stupidest person in the world. The pieces of glass are too small and narrow to write on. Oh, and yes, i am totally regretful about not getting a laptop, or an iMac for the matter. Argh. Lets move on.

Item No. 1: The Incredibles Vcd Junaina got for me! I really love it. Jun must be the nicest person the world!! Haha!

Item No.2: Hamtaro vcds!! (I am so over them now.)

Item No. 3: Er, teh tarik Lol.

Item No. 1: I am totally clueless about how it got there.

Item No. 2: The stupid goddamn expensive-smelly lotion that is expired.

Item No. 3: A stamp of my chinese name which i have gotten since i was really young. (I was probably too young to remember how young was i.)

I know the words are rather blur. I was just trying to say,"that is not a wrapping paper".
I am a little obessed with papers btw.

I promise a decent painting in 10 years time.

On the very dusty chest of drawers...

Item No.1: Old school radio player that i rarely use.

Item No.2: Oh my god, i couldn't find the other side of the earring and i was wondering for days where is it gone. And guess what!? I found the other side while taking this picture! If you cannot see it, just follow the arrow! Haha.

Item No. 3: My sore throat pills. The container is always empty cause i eat them like air. Alas, my poor, poor throat!

Item No. 4: The statue indian stallion had so kindly gotten for me from india. I love it!

I like this statue also.

There are a few reasons to why i sleep late. One of them is mainly due to this load i need to carry off the bed everytime i sleep. And yeah, ignore the weird things on the top left hand corner LOL.

Bye.

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2005-07-03T00:57:00.000+08:00

no title.

Have not been updating for a while, mainly because there isn't much to say. Unless you are interested in my daily mundane rountines. Welcome to my life.

Well, have been trying to do something about my sketching lately- little thumbnail pictures here and there, and i bought a charcoal pencil that i am rather pleased with.

I think i ruined my painting today, and sulked all the way home- I sulk quite a lot.

Have been watching a lot of animes lately, and my new favourite is Honey and Clover. Damn i love it so much, and i think i cried a lot, although i wasn't sure if those are the right parts to weep about. I am very prone to crying over animes, even the funny ones. I'm not sure why.

Yesterday i saw the most beautiful dress in the world. In fact, there always seem to be a "most beautiful thing in the world" everyday. And when i buy it, I leave it aside and the passion fades. But this is different. Today is the second day and I am still mourning over it. My size is out (at least this is how i am consoling myself), and i was so desperate that i even checked on ebay and yahoo auctions. Why do i NOT deserve the most beautiful dress in the world??

I shall stop boring you with the little details of my lustreless life. I think i will share with you some random stuff. Like a few of the instances in which people think I'm weird.

1) I am all in for gay/lesbian rights. Gays contribute to this world by being excellent designers. Because of this, a lot of people presume i'm gay. Well, whatever.. if i can love a transexual i can do anything.

2) Once indian stallion was telling me about this case whereby a middle-aged female teacher had a relationship with a 12 year old boy. The teacher was jailed for many years just because she had sex with the boy, which did not make any sense to me. While indian stallion was expressing his disgust towards such behaviour, I felt that there was nothing morally wrong about the whole issue. Then i was accused as a paedophile, which was not true by the way. On the contrary, I prefer older men.

3) I find it morally acceptable to openly/discreetly look for a sugardaddy.

And now everyone is probably too disgusted to read my blog anymore.

Bye.

Burn Singapore Burn!!!

2005-06-25T16:30:00.000+08:00

Burn Singapura Burn!!!

Ok lets seeeeeeeeeeeee. The day before, I passed by Mango and they were having this 50% sale and there was this freaking lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng queue outside. I was saying to myself/telling my friend (I can't remember which), that those people are really crazy and kiasu, and that I will NEVER step into Mango during sale period and squeeze with the crowd. Crowds are a big no-no- I don't care what free gifts they give me... ok maybe I do, but that is beside the point.

So today, I went Mango. Well, technically- I accompanied my friend there. Yeah I know I know, but I presumed that it would just take a short while. Well, if you call 2.5 hours a short while that is. I was bored to tears, literally, and it doesn't help that I am broke (what's new?). To make things worse, I saw a top that I kinda liked. I contemplated and hesitated for a long while. After all, I have heavily sinned for the past month. One wrong move and there might be no chance for redemption. But it costs only $13 which screams OH MY GOD SO FUCKIN CHEAP FASTER BUY!!! During normal circumstances I would be too blinded by the price tag to think properly.

Then I did what I had to do. I decided to get out of the shop. Yes, without buying anything. It was a remarkable moment of bravery, courage, and conviction. I am so proud of myself. Yes, even hours later while I am typing this, I am still beaming with pride. This doesn't happen very often. I am actually still breathing normally, thinking normally- God i am actually still alive and kicking without buying that top!! This is good hard solid proof that i do not have to die even if i do not buy something that i WANT. Unbelievable but true. Damn, I should even make myself a scorecard, and give myself a golden star sticker for every single thing that I manage to resist buying!!

Oh, a note to all the boyfriends out there: I feel your pain of standing there like a bamboo post (ok i don't know what is a bamboo post- i made that up) half a day waiting for your sweet/kawaii/hot/whatever girlfriends/flings/sugarbabies to try on their pretty/cute/sexy/slutty/your preferred style clothes for you/for themselves. Maybe you are there to pay. Oh that's so sweet of you. But the thing is, YOU PEOPLE ARE FUCKIN BLOCKING THE WAY. So bloody crowded already and you all have to stand there and clog the passageway. Argh.

After that, I went up to 'A New Level of Creativity' exhibition. Nothing much there, but there was these 2 huge canvas with markers on the side for the public to scribble and doodle on. It was pretty much a huge crazy mess of words and goodness-knows-what, but since it is a form of public expression, I decided to attempt to read what my dear Singaporeans have to say, hoping to find something remotely intelligent (yeah I am aware that I am asking for too much- this is Singapore we are talking about).

Here goes:

Boy LOVE Girl.
Baby LOVE Fag.
Lala LOVE Baba.
Lao Gong LOVE Lao Po.

Ok these are not the exact phrases but you get my point. Soon these canvas would be discarded along with all your puppy-loves dammit.

Then I came to the realization that our local perception of expression lies within the brackets of (I love so and so). I mean, go look at the back of bus seats, or whatever form of ~~vandalization~~ graffiti you can find. Try and look for one when you go out later and tell me if you do not see any sweet little heart shapes on the damned surfaces. If this is the local idea of 'freedom of expression', I am fearfully apprehensive about the future of Singapore.

Oh wait, I don't really care if Singapore rot and decompose really. Burn Singapore Burn!!!

(P.s. I tried to change my font but ended up ruining the whole template instead. Dammit.)

hat yai

2005-06-23T14:11:00.000+08:00

HAT YAI (freaking long post).

I don't have much to say about Hat Yai. Here is a brief idea of the place. Nothing much really.

Macdonalds.

Guess the feet?? (Ok lame question i know.)

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They have 4 flavours.

Wah Hamtaro toys at the Thailand branch. Cool.

Poor elephant.

Temple.

Caged birds sold to be set free.

Totally defeats the purpose. Barbarians.

Transvestite Show.

The stage was much more lavish than i thought.

Sorry for the terrible images. I forgot to charge my camera and it was threatening to shut down any moment. Anyway, i wasn't interested in transvestites performing or whatsoever. In fact, i wasn't interested in transvestites in general. Until.

Oh my God. She (technically she's a she) is the most beautiful person i have ever seen. For the next 65 minutes i believed i have fallen in love.

Later on, she had a solo performance. Look! A princess! Oh my God. i nearly died. She is so wonderful. The pictures do her no justice. It's really sad that i didn't get to know her.Then it got me thinking...

- Do transvestites have male partners?
- When they ~~chop off their balls and dick~~ castrate, does it leave a huge ugly scar, or do the remnants wither and drop off?
- Can 'their's' act as a vagina? (I am no good at biology.)
- If the answer above is No, then what do they do? Anal?
- Will their breasts ever deflate?

Ok, i probably just disgusted a whole lot of readers (not that i have many), but i really need to know. Please help.

The Rest.

Not so nice view from the room.

My new kiddos.

I really liked this.

My medicine. I had a hard time communicating with the doctor.

Oh, and check out my wonderful bag.

i wish. Oh my God i totally love this bag. I don't like to carry handbags so i begged my mother to buy this for herself so at least i can stare at it at home. BUT SHE DID NOT. So the least i can do is to take a picture of it. It's from Marks & Spencer. i went to the S'pore branch just now but couldn't find it. This is so sad.

Yeah, so now i'm back in Singapore, back to reality, to the jobless and feather-weight wallet world. So just when i was wallowing in my own misery......

i bought..

but i like the pocket ok!! i can't help it!!

I am so dead. I have been shopping more than usual, because:

No Money ----> Stress ----> Shopping (to relieve stress) ----> Panic

i have to eat grass (literally) for the next few weeks. i scare myself sometimes.

bloody hell.

2005-06-21T04:35:00.000+08:00

bloody hell.

i am now in Hat Yai and guess what?? i ahve caught another wave of THROAT INFECTION. i am so bloody pissed.

ARGH.

Our aesthetical standards have dropped.

2005-06-18T07:07:00.000+08:00

Our aesthetical standards have dropped.

I have been dying to do this post for a long time. During these recent weeks, not 2, but 3, people have expressed their adoration towards Hayden Christensen.

The person in question.

If this is not bad enough, all of them happened to bash Johnny Depp. Can you believe it?? Johnny Depp!!! What has the world become to?? It doesn't help that i do not find Hayden remotely cute. Someone please enlighten me.

At the meantime, please take time to scrutinize the 4 pictures below:

It takes a blind bat to overlook the fact that Johnny Depp is the most good-looking guy in all the land. (I am by no means a Depp-groupie, I am just trying to make a point.)

This got me worried, seeing how the youths these days deceived by the likes of Hayden Christensen. This must be a conspiracy!!! Thankfully, today i shall enlightened the lost sheep by posting up random people that are way better than Hayden.

Ryan Gosling.

Jake Gyllenhaal.

Owen Wilson obviously. Ha.

George Clooney. Nuff said.

Alucard. Huh? Anime characters not included?? Oh ok.

Dean Martin then. For those who do not agree with me, go watch any Dean Martin movies and see for yourself how sleek he is.

Toru Nakamura. Professional killers are way cool.

Alexi Laiho.

Varg Vikernes of course.

Mc Yan.

Not Hayden Christensen.

Any discontentment or angish towards the contents of this post will not be entertained MuHAhAHAH.

Goodbye and see you next wednesday.

the MYTH and FACTS of GEEKY JADE.

2005-06-17T00:08:00.000+08:00

the MYTH and FACTS of GEEKY JADE.

I am aware that I am contradicting myself by updating this blog regularly when I told everyone to be prepared for a long hiatus between each post. Well, I'm jobless and bored!! What do you expect!!

In fact today was my first day of work. This particular job screams independence, meticulousness, tolerance, friendliness, and responsibilty- everything that i am not. So I set a strong mental note to myself that for the first time in my entire life, I will persevere and stick to whatever I start and do my best regardless how boring or torturing it may seem and learn from it. Yup, I was as determined as can be.

so today, 15 minutes before my knock-off time, I told the person that I wasn't suitable for the job. So much for my determination. So I decided to cleanse myself from all these worries about job-hunting to relax a little and do what I do best- slacking. In fact, if anyone has a job offer as a professional slacker please do let me know ASAP before I step into another potential sleepy job. I am born to breathe, idle, and die.

Below is a comment by fellow blogger, the proud owner of NoShit!? :

Jade!

What happened to you?! Where has the geek we all know and love gone to? Why is she replaced by this angsty person? You almost sound like a teenager...

I think it's high time you find something to bash on your blog again

Well I am not conscious about how I write in the blog and what I try to portray myself to be. In fact the pseudonym Geeky Jade was decided on impulse(in fact every choice in my life are born from impulsive decisions). I just wanted to have a silly name, but nothing beats my first blogger pseudonym -Melted Lard. In fact, I cannot find an answer to his question because I am deeply schizophrenic- I hardly know what I am, and fellow humans' feedbacks to me contridict each other and are not helping much. It doesn't help much either that I am often misunderstood. Thus the list below:

THE MYTHS AND FACTS OF GEEKY JADE

MYTH 1: I am hardworking. (Now, those who actually know me, don't laugh.)

Case 1: I was working this temporary part-time job when I was in primary school I think.. or was it secondary? Anyway the auntie who is the boss (I think) was accusing me for studying/reading too much and I will become too nerdy or something. And no, I have never brought a book or anything that resembles it to work. In fact, i was doodling most of the time.

Case 2: I was accused of being too goody-goody because I seemed enthusiastic about doing school work in poly. The said person told me to relax and there is no need to be such a good girl. I was totally taken aback.

FACT: It takes a blind person to not notice that i am not in class half of the time with weekly ~~warning~~ personal letters addressed to me and know shit about what is happening in class, missed exams, and teamed up with a friend to give each other fake evaluations because we barely touched anything related to our projects. No, i have nothing against hardworking people, and it is not that i hate to be associated with it. But it is like being accused as a dolphin when you are obviously a giraffe. It never fails to irritate. It's like, fuck, i am a giraffe, not a dolphin ok? Get your facts right.

MYTH 2: I am shy.

FACT: What can I say.. quiet is not equivalent to shy. Yes people, not talking is not a sign of shyness.

MYTH 3: I am timid.

FACT: Cockroaches, beetles, or any creepy-crawlies especially the wormy types scare me half to death. Not to mention anything with a sting such as bees and wasps. I prefer to keep things low-profile and stay in my own ~~stoning~~ fantasy world thus would rather mind my own business and avoid stirring up trouble for myself. But other than these, no, I do not believe I am in any way less timid than you.

MYTH 4: I am a clubber.

CASES: Well, apparently a lot of people think I club frequently and get myself wasted all the time.

FACT: I HATE CLUBBING!! I HATE TECHNO OR LOUSY DANCE MUSIC OR HIPHOP AND R&B DOES NOT INTEREST ME MUCH!!! I THINK ALCOHOL IS AS REPLUSIVE AS HERBAL TEA AND I CANNOT IMAGINE WHY ANYONE WOULD DRINK THAT SHIT!! I HATE LOSING CONCIOUSNESS OR THE HANG-OVERS I GET THE NEXT MORNING. CLUBBING AND DRINKIING ARE FOR LOSERS. PERIOD. Ok I think just offended a lot of readers.

MYTH 5: I am unenthusiastic, dull, boring, not-happening, indifferent, not interested in anything.

FACT: I am in fact adventurous (yes yes do not even doubt that for a second), and I crave excitement and risks- everything that Singapore does not provide. Where am I stranded right now? Oh right, Singapore.

MYTH6: I am a cold-blooded bitch.

CASES: I am stoic when it comes to human tragedies and what-nots.

FACT: Tsk tsk, how can you say that?? I am so hurt.

MYTH 7: I am simply just crazy and weird.

FACT: Well, for once I agree with you.

Oh, and by the way, i am not interested if you do not agree with me. I will delete any anti-me comments mUHHAhAHHAhAhhaaa!!

WHAM!! there goes my (rarely) positive day.

2005-06-16T13:51:00.000+08:00

WHAM!! there goes my (rarely) positive day.

I had a considerable above average (average=almost negative) day, despite the bloody doctor incident whereby it is stated so clearly outside the clinic that its opening hours is 8.30am. The doctor reached at 9.15am, leaving me a whole 45 minutes to flip through the corny Her World magazines with all the banal sex articles on "How to please your horny man" and fashion, fashion, fashion that I can't bloody afford and not that I would either, while groaning in pain and self-pity. It's throat infection by the way. The only sickness I ever get in my life is throat infection, despite me drinking gallons upon gallons of water per day. Yes, I can't live without liquid for more than 15 minutes. I own the worse guttural canal any living being can possess. Be glad you aren't me (for a lot of other reasons too of course).

The day proceeded a little better than a thought, the sky bright and cheery (actually I meant fucking stuffy and hot but I just needed the stark contrast to my next emphasis). Anyway, the butterflies and dragonflies were hovering in the air gaily (ok, truth to be told, I did not see any of those today), and saccharine coated candy bars up for grabs. Round-candies-that-look-square? The-three-course-chewing-gum? Fizzy-thingys-that-make-you-float? Yeah yeah, too much Willy Wonka but you get my point. I was almost in an amiable mood today (*grasp*!!) All was good as far as the limitations of the goodness-in-my-pathetic-life-can-reach is concerned.

Then, "@#%^&*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" -the incessant barking of my mother. I could hear her behind closed doors and it never fails to make worse whatever mood that I have at that forsaken moment. There are times whereby you can just get her to lower her volume and there are times that you better not. Today is a BETTER-NOT day. It is ALWAYS about the same reason. My brother's homework, homework, homework... like it is a big fat lardy deal. It is hard to contemplate why he has to report to the Mother Monster in question about every single assignment he did not do. If I was closer to my brother I would have given him my wise astute sisterly advice to thwart these repetitive scenarios. "LIE, EVEN IF YOU DID NOT DO WHATSOEVER HOMEWORK!!" Come to think of it, during my younger days, I rarely have such problems because my homework were all finished in school. Well when I reached school that is, during mornings, although which part of the mornings is questionable since it depends greatly on what time I wake up. Or the 5 minutes before the sadistic teacher who likes to torture youths with written-bullshit-assignments-to-be-handed-in walks in.

I have an average-hate (notice that I replaced the 'love' word) relationship my parents. I almost feel that they were 'nice' when they gave me a few hundred bucks yesterday (which I stupidly refused. Fuck!! What was wrong with me!!?) because I was damn jobless and broke, but on days like these I would rather not acknowledge the existent of a 'mother'.

Yeah, being smart pays, not honesty.

CAUTION: extremely boring. DO NOT READ.

2005-06-15T10:36:00.000+08:00

CAUTION: extremely boring. DO NOT READ.

The reason I am typing here now is that I am bored. No, make that in capitals- BORED. Goddamn fucking bored. BORED BORED BORED. Ok I think I made my point.

I have been jobless for a while now and I have been going to Orchard for the past 5 days at least. The sight of Orchard is enough to make me puke... Don't make me go back there. I needed a change of venue so I decided to head down the library yesterday. The libraries that i frequent are Jurong East and Orchard. I was getting rather sick of their selection so I went on the net to look for another option. Queenstown Library. So there I went and lost my way and decided to just get to Jurong East Library instead. Did I mention that I am totally sick of Jurong East too? I go there at least 1-2 times a week. Yawnz.

So today I stayed at home because there is nowhere interesting (or reasonably cheap or free) places to go. So I wake up, stoned, watched a little TV, got bored, went back into the room and stoned. Stared at the monitor, clicking the mouse aimlessly while fighting the urge to eat- it was too much of a hassle to buy food. At last, hunger reigns and I ate. I watched the Series of Unfortunate Events again because I was dead bored (duh), paused it, and bitched about what a poor soul I am. Then I read a bit, and felt asleep for an hour. I woke up, switched on Travel and Living- a channel capable of entertaining me for hours. 3 hours later, bored and exhausted from too much TV, I baked a chocolate cake- good for the soul but terrible for my already festering throat. Then I went back to watching Travel and Living. And before I know it, I am here typing this.

If you are still reading, I applaud you for your high threshold for senseless and banal writing.

I am totally stressed about not getting a proper job yet, which is totally not me. Well imagine having zero savings and promising your friend to go HK next month and jobless. Not a pretty sight to break this promise I would say. But heck with it, I have gradually advised myself to divert my energies into looking for a job rather than to worry about the trip.

Argh I know I would be so much happier and relaxed if I do not have the trip to worry about. Sure, I barely have enough for my normal expenses but I presume that it is pretty much impossible for someone to starve in Singapore right? And yeah, i bought a couple of necklaces and a pair of earrings a couple of days ago. Ok, that was uncalled for.

Anyway, let me do some more job hunting tomorrow, and register in all the agencies i can find. if i am still down with luck till Friday, I will get my ass to Thailand and forget about all these stress and what-nots ........................ till I get back.

eh yes, going Thailand for the weekend doesn't seem like what a near-bankrupt person should do, but mind you, it is a damn budget trip to the temples and such- not for some manic-crazed shopping spree(eh i am not even sure if they have much shopping there.. not that i would mind though...) I was given 2 (rather boring) choices- Genting or Thailand. I still remember how they (parents) abandoned me when we went Genting the last time- they always do, and I ALWAYS end up alone. Whatever whatever. I am so not paying half a cent for this trip, I'm a bloody cheapskate. On the positive side, may the temples in Thailand grant me a million dollars winnings in lottery or something.

So there, go on, gloat about my shitty life.

I am going to continue watching Travel and Living now. Goodbye.

stressed ah!!

2005-06-11T16:00:00.000+08:00

stressed ah!!

well, these days i am simply too stressed over various trivial matters which had inevitably accumulated to one monstrous chunk of burden upon me. fuck, i loathe responsibility. responsibility! go away! i don't need you here! just leave me fucking alone!! let me do the things that i love without the need to pay a goddamn price for it!! argh nvm.

my handphone is finally reactivated after 5 days of sheer torture. that is probably the worse 5 days of my life. to make sure always that you have 10 cent coins at hand, and curse and swear if you don't, especially when you look around and you cannot find a single friendly or potentially helpful Singaporean's bloody face that will help you. not to mention finding a public phone. i am sorry for those who tried to contact me the past few days with no avail. i am not going to explain the whole postponement of my phone activation, but lets just say that Starhub is fucking cheapskate. so am i, cause i am sticking with Starhub for the sake of free incoming calls.

anyway, what i am going to say now has no relation to the above. i just browsed through this blog, and the very first thing that spring to my mind is, "IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A BLOODY JOKE BLOG??", no sarcasm intended. this is because i have NEVER in my whole fucked up life imagine how people can write like that. this is shocking, even for me. or maybe i am just a mountain turtle or hippopotamus or something.

let us go through briefly this delightful pinky blog.

hehez..long time no blog le..bo bian..very busy...n level coming liao..so sian...so stress... wan mi to die..hahaz..no lar..i where so easily die..if nt how to fight this war...hahaz..tis yr si bei stress..

cb, don't contradict yourself.

btw..for those hu is reading mi blog..i change mi english name to adeline..nice right..hahaz..dun jealous lar..

IMPRESSIVE!! thumbs up to you for whipping up such an original name adeline!! oh my, now i am green with envy!! i hate you!!

y0..so sian..fri nite is mi happiest nite wor..noe al0t of j0k3rs sia..

yo too, and you know what? mirror images of Es are so cool, and i have to admit, albeit unwilling, that you possess latent creativity. i mean, who else in the world would be so original and innovative to change an 'E' into '3'?????

hahaz.d3n go mi friend house ton den play daidee..

i used to know some one who loves to type 'mi' too. i remembered how i always checked the keyboard, and seeing how the 2 keys 'I' and 'Y' are so close together, i dismissed it as a typing error. after reviewing this wonderful pink blog, i realized that this is in fact a trend for the erm, trendy and young which i was oblivious to. i have always assumed that 'mi' is equivalent to 'me'. judging from this rational observation of the so-called correct usage of words, any self-respecting blogger (or anyone who simply writes) would have the awareness that you do not type 'mi' when what you really mean is 'my'. call me old-fashioned, unable to adapt to the cool and hip young cultures. i guess i am getting old.

so fun sia..den at nite snatch pillow with him..haaz..snatch till 7+ ehhez..

hehez, now i know that you snatched the pillow with him till 7+... that's nice. but why you never say until 7 what?? 7.01? 7.20? 7.43? i want to know leh!!

hey...mi cum back le..

i admit. i used to use the word 'cum' when i was.. well, young. in fact, i have nothing against people using this word because it is SOMEHOW acceptable because this is what the cyber age is about- short forms. but when i grew older and learnt about the true meaning behind the word CUM, i feel repulsive every time i type it, and i have finally broken free of my habit of keying in the godly word.

conclusion: mutation of words is the 'in' thing.

actually i don't really mean the bash the blog. i feel like a bully picking on little adolescent girls. eh, relieve stress only.

2005-06-06T16:40:00.000+08:00

i have decided to close my blog.

in fact, i was so determined that i even wrote a goodbye post.

the earth still spins
the sun still burns
the sky still blue
the wind still blows
the roses still bloom
the smile still beams
the gum still barred
even without,
my blog.

ok, lame i know.

no, i did not decide on this because of the occurrence of some blogger's block or whatsoever. on the contrary, i have too many things to blog about to the point that i feel like i put part of my life onto this online business. i feel like i have no life (eh i don't mean all bloggers have no life btw). i feel that narrating the things that i have done and over with is truly a waste of time. i feel the need to put a stop to this.

but.

sometimes there are things that you just crave to post. so i decided that there shall be a long hiatus between each post in future. no more regular blogging for me. everything must be kept in moderation. aiyah, in short means i cannot keep my hands off blogger la.

and so here goes....

wolf's aka lang gou ling's birthday..

alvina preparing..

unbaked cookies.

just in case you are wondering, i did help. you think i take pictures only ah!

the wonderful chocolate cake that me and alvina baked.

i think it looks really sweet.

happy birthday wolf. LOL.

rooster

2005-05-29T04:09:00.000+08:00

legs are for walking.

i do not understand why people stomp instead of walk. i am tired of my brother's incessant stomping as if a horde of elephants has just passed by.

BOM BOM BOM
*5 secs later*
BOM BOM BOM
*5 secs later*
BOM BOM BOM
when this terrible stomping gets into me, i will start blasting some random music that is within easy reach and try to block my ears from the BOM BOM BOMs. one day he is going to stamp though the floor.

then there is my mother. in direct contrast, she walk... no, i mean float, like a ghost. sometimes, especially in the middle of the night when all lights are out, or when it is ridiculously early in the morning when i am still half a zombie, just when i think i am alone she would suddenly speak. it makes me jump everytime.

they both should learn something from each other. why can't i have a normal family that walks instead of stomping or floating?

i saw the rooster.

a few days back, i saw unintentionally on the huge screen of shaw tower- a video of rooster. now, i have not listened to the radio for years, nor do i watch mtvs. you can say that i have been cut off the world of the cool and funky youths.

being the conservative and old-fashioned geezer i am, i stared at the band's name that is shown on the screen incredulously. ROOSTER. rooster? huh? i mean, who the world in the right mind would name their own band rooster? why not chicken? chick? duck? goose? did the band members meet each other on the farm or something? anyway, i dismissed them as just another silly pop band with an even sillier name.

later that night, my friend msged me.

"eh, you want to go see rooster tomorrow? my sister won 2 free tickets."

and i said...

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well, what did you expect. it was free what!!! i am a cheapskate!! how? got problem ah?

so we went.

and we regreted it right away. it was infested with rooster's fangirls- the ROOSTERGIRLS. my friend and i stood a few strides away from the queue in shame. we thought of leaving, but my friend needed to help her sister collect her free rooster cd. so we persisted.

and so the queue finally went in... like, 1 hour later? bloody hell. damn those roosters.

we sat a distance away from the stage and my friend ordered this.

and the bloody roosters ain't even out yet.

oh well, at last. they were ok. that guy is quite cute, but that was about it. i was waiting for my friend to finish her food so that i could get the hell out of there quick. she was trying to finish her food so she could get the hell out of there quick. i was sitting too far to get a decent picture of them, and of course i am not about to walk to the front just to get a good picture. you want a good picture? here goes.

and oh ya, i am not going to accept tickets so readily next time. be it free or not..

and my friend did not manage to get that free cd.

if i..

2005-05-25T00:09:00.000+08:00

IF I...
were to get a car..

i once wanted a vintage beetle. but it is getting too overly common it is irritating the hell out of me. so i decided on..

a jeep instead.

i will crush you down with my almighty jeep. yeah, a jeep will be good.

IF I..
were to be able to choose my own ethnicity..

it would be.................. japanese. i have never caught the japan craze, but admit it- japanese are freaking cool. they possess distinctive (and beautiful) features and skin, unlike singaporeans, in which are comparable to mongrels. singaporeans are like the residue of various origins grinded and kneaded into one. i need purer blood.

people from china have the 'china' look. taiwanese have the 'taiwan' look. japanese have the 'japan' look. singapore have '???????????' look???

conclusion: japanese are cool.

ok, maybe not this.

oh my god she is so cool. i would gladly be gay for her.

sigh~ i'm so jealous.

the BATON RELAY.

darth sidious just passed the musical baton to me. reminds me of the whole chain letter thingy (which i never bothered to forward btw). when someone passes you a baton, i guess it is only polite to receive it. so here goes..

Total volume of music files on my computer : 889mb (all my mp3s are destroyed in my previous comp, thus the pathetic amount of mp3s.)

The last CD I bought was : kataklysm-temple of knowledge. (now this is really making me sad. how long ago was it when i bought this? 2 mths? damn that's tragic.)

Song playing right now : ella fitzgerald- midnight sun. (ella!! you know i love you!!)

Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me :
(now, this list does not exist. i think i will make do with a few songs that are prominent in my mind.)

1)converge- concubine
2)horse the band- in the wake of the bunt
3)sammy davis jr.- eee-o eleven
4)ella fitzgerald- i get a kick out of you (ella, you know i love you!!)
5) .... i'm stuck. i listen and forget, just like everything else.

Five people to whom i am passing the baton:
(okok, to the plantstalkers people..)
1)ms. beautifuk
2)becca
3)kerio
4)minvincible
and..
5)black crayon

eh i pass my precious baton to you all, must grab properly ok?

and to those that i did not pass the baton to, don't be angry ok? 5 is too limited! you know i still love you!

yoo hoo!!

2005-05-23T12:28:00.000+08:00

YOO HOO!!

i'm just back from Kluang (Malaysia). i'm tired so there'll be little blogging and a lot of boring pictures.

the farm..

i'm not sure why there are canoes around.

yeah, it's really a farm, and i am aware that there isn't any animal in sight. there were cows (alot a lot), horses, and also ponies and donkeys, which i have never seen before!! sadly, i didn't have any chance to take pictures of them.

a cute cart in the middle of nowhere.

threatening to rain.
TOILET VERDICT: terrifying. the whole cubicle was infested with ants and wings- cockroaches wings. at least it looked like it to me. needless to say, i was too scared out of my wits to use it.

the erm.. foresty park thingy??

TOILET VERDICT: terrifying. there were bees swarming around the entrance. wanted to back out this time round too, but the toilet guy was around. had to go in for fear of being thought as a wimp. unidentifed creepy crawlies in cubicles too.

other than that, it was all good.

i have a question that is bothering me for 2 days.

check out the distant mountains. why is it that all things distant look hazy and misty? i was told that it was due to water vapour. i was not convinced, since as you go nearer, it'll appear to be less hazy. which means that it'll only appear hazy when it is afar. doesn't make sense. i am confused. i will certify you as brilliant if you can give me a satisfactory answer. this question is plaguing my mind and driving me crazy.

argh i can't stand my camera anymore. i need a new one, desperately.