B-Day reflections

Okie, it is past 12am and my birthday is officially over. I'm one year older and hopefully wiser - yeah right - AND. my new year resolution is to not slack so much anymore in school!

I totally stuffed myself with food yesterday.. >_< went for a sushi buffet with Fang Qi and Eunice, then we basically went crazy in the restaurant.. Eunice ordered 4 plates of salmon sashimi, which was SOOOOOO FRESH, it practically melts in your mouth. WOOHOOO! The soft-shell crab was pretty good too. yummmm....

After gorging ourselves, we headed over to Hereen (sp?) I ran towards the HMV and GUESS WHAT? I FOUND X JAPAN'S FINAL LIVE VCD GOING FOR $116. OMFG.. i wanted to buy it but they dragged me away.. NOOOOOOOooooOOoOooOoOoOoooo... ARGHHhHHhhHhhHhh.... T_T Anyways, I WANT BLUE BLOOD LAH. BLUE BLOOD!!

Woohoo! Eunice gave me this X Japan pendant and Fang Qi bought me 2 laminated photos of Hyde and Miyavi.. I was only kidding.. >_<~ But THANKS! Haha, I can drool over Hyde almost as much as Gackt/Yoshiki. :P

Then later at 6 I met up with Chun Yi at the Esplanade to watch the NDP preview parade thingy. Fighter Jets got to be the coolest, sexiest, most drool-worthy thing after Gackt. Chunz bought me this strawberry pastry thing(?) and we lit a candle on it. SO FUNNY!! garbled through the b-day song and blew out the candle.. People around us were watching us as if we're mad or sth. HA HA HA.

OMFG! The fireworks display was spectacular!! omfg.. i felt like i was falling into the fireworks and at the same time i wanted to be in the center of it.. to explode and fall into little pieces. *yes, i do have suicide bomber tendancies* We were so close the ash fell on us, and into Chunz's hair. LOL. Oh well, they made me a very very happy girl. Muahahah~

So after that we went to the japanese restaurant and ordered this zaru soba set thingy which was omg so delicious~ ^_^ yummmyyyy.....

And Chunz gave me the horror set of woman bathing in blood which i wanted! WOOHOO!! Thanks man!!

I realise as I get older, birthdays become less about presents and more about people. Remember when you were young and you start counting down to your birthday 2 months in advance, eagerly anticipating the party and cake and the presents? Birthdays are now just any other regular day for me. It is not so much about the presents I get, but who I get to spend the day with. Especially with friends I don't often see, even a simple sms would be enough to bring a smile to my face. BECAUSE THEY REMEMBERED MY EXISTENCE. Yes, thank you very much. Birthdays are days to catch up with old friends you haven't seen in a while, rehash old memories and catch up with the present (day).

Happy Birthday To Me!!

OH MAN.. I AM FINALLY 18 NOW!! FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY!! I CAN BUY ALCOHOL!! 3 MORE YEARS TO R(A) SHOWS!

Okiie... wadeverr.. haha. I'm sick right now. T_T so i have two tissues stuck up my nose to stop the mucas flow. Not very glamorous for the start of the b-day yeah. Thanks to all those people who wished me happy b-day at 12am! Especially to Vera because i have to apologise to you for being a mean and self-centered bitch. Yeah.

Anyways. There goes my plans for boozing the night away. I think if i actually drink beer, my nose would drop off and my throat will disintegrate. goddammit. ARGHH..

*coughs coughs* My eyes are a little blurry right now. I hope i don't die on my birthday - it would be kinda cool though - but nobody ever dies from flu, unless its the avian kind. :/

*CHOY CHOY TOUCH WOOD*

Yeah. ANyways. My B-day Wish. Shall put aside my cynicism for once and actually make a wish.

I WISH THAT :

The world will be a better place for us to live in,

All the terrorists would die because a bomb accidentally explodes in their HQ,

There will be no more sickness, no more sadness, no more heartaches,

George W. Bush will get a personal visit from Osama and they will become fuck buddies,

No more hate crimes

No more girls in pink

No more stupid ah lians carrying jack/emily accessories

No more stupid kids running around

No more stupid couples who like to PDA everywhere

and the list goes on and on and on...

and finally

WORLD PEACE.




Ah. screw the above. as if that's really gonna happen.

What i really want is Yoshiki.

HAHAHA.

iPod Users

Oh man. I really cannot stand it any longer. Have you ever noticed how everytime you

a) sit in a bus

b) sit in the mrt

c) walk along the street

you will always suay suay kena this goddamned iPod user who blasts his/her music as if he/she is fucking deaf? It doesn't help much that the music they blast are usually the lameloid latest hits from the various bands.

Top 5 on the list.

1) Don't Phunk With My Heart. by Black Eyed Peas
2) Hollaback Girl. by Gwen Stefani
3) Let's Get it Started. by Black Eyed Peas
4) The Reason. by Hoobastank
5) She Will Be Loved. by Maroon 5


Oh forgive me if i forget to mention that they use the c/w white earphones (which sucks like hell and is damned eff-ing uncomfortable) and normally hold the iPod in their hands at a 45 degree angle so that the whole world would know that they are carrying iPods.

They make me want to switch to Creative. :X

What i want for my birthday.

EH HEH.

Countdown to my birthday. i dunno how many days it is, i just know that it's THIS SATURDAY. HEH HEH HEH.

Things i want for my birthday :


1) Loud, irritating and tasteless "Don't Phunk With My Heart" cellphone ringtones to be banned.

2) Elimination of all the annoying kids running about on MRT platforms.

3) Bush to go down, along with his administration. And i don't mean in a plane. :X

4) Girls in pink all over to never cross my path ever again. *Caps* EVER. *Caps end*

5) Ditto for those girls in ultra mini tight tanks and skirts with everything spilling out.

6) Parents who stand by watching their kid's obnoxious behaviour without doing anything to get 3 months probation.

7) Osama bin Laden to get caught.

8) Africans with AIDS to stop having sex.

9) Blue Blood by X Japan.

10) Photoshop CS.

11) World Peace.



I think only after the above mentioned things are done, will there be world peace.

Don't ask me what a CD and photoshop has got to do with it, it just does.

Oh man, i'm screwed.

hoooo hooo haaa haaaaa...

today started off pretty lame, i was rushing all morning to do my applied illustrations assignment till around 11.50am. My class starts at 12, so i changed my clothes at lightspeed and went downstairs to catch me a cab. :X i was late for class by 5 minutes but it didn't matter *CAPS* BECAUSE CLASS WAS CANCELLED *Caps end* Oh mann... these sick lecturers like to do that to us, they dont even send us an email in advance. goddammit.

Okie, moving on.. went to the library to stone for a while before meeting Eunice to go TM to eat. and while i was there,
*this is in caps* i met fan fan!!!!!!!!!!! that's fan wei qi to you guys. she's so chio so chio so chio!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!! OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah. i'm star-struck. but before you start bashing me i have to clarify, i did like her before i saw her today. cos i saw her on 娱乐百分百 with 小S a couple of times before. She's so cute and kind and she sings great. omg - listen to me. i sound like a *bleep bleep blleeeeppping* bimbo. okie nvm, bimbo i shall be for today then. Oh yes, and being the bimbo that i am, i bought the *my boyfriend is type b* VCD at MJ.

yayyyy i'm so happy so happy so happy... oh yes i did criticise lame mushy romance movies before, and i did say that girls who watch them ought to be shot.. so.. SHOOT ME then. :X this is scary, i'm watching my decline into ordinary chinese fangirl-hood. this is very scary.

ANYWAYS.. i'm so fu*king tired right now.. after watching myboyfriendistypeb. and i realised i haven't done any of my pixel collage homework. woot! so dead.. so dead.. and my iPod is cocked-up. shit. *caps* MY iPOD IS FU*KING COCKED UP!! *Caps end*

SPCA

I was surfing around and stumbled onto the SPCA website. out of curiosity i went to check out their financial statement.
http://www.spca.org.sg/about_us/financial.asp and realised that durai's peanuts would have funded them for maybe 1 year or so. okie then out of curiosity (again) i checked out nkf's financial statements. and i found out interestingly that while the average SPCA staff earns around $2600, the average NKF staff only earns $2300. Where did the excess $300 go i wonder.
i'm just like a bulldog chewing on a badly mauled rawhide bone but i just can't stop myself. *caps* SORRY. *caps end*

the number of abandoned pets have been on the rise - okie it's always been rising - and the number of pets being put down increases proportionally. so you assholes who just buy pets because they are cute and fluffy think about your decision first. either you get a pet and stick with it, or you get a pet and get a maid to clean up after it. whichever way, don't abandon your pets because they are innocent.

this goes out to the *caps* fucking shithead who called the ava to put down 3 of my dogs last year. i hope you die of cancer and reincarnate as a fucking cockroach so that i can fucking step on you. no wait. i hope you get knocked over by a car and don't die because i want you to become a damned vegetable so that you know how being helpless and not in control of your own life feels because that's what my dogs felt, you goddamned son of a bitch. i want you to grovel and beg. i want you to suffer. and most of all, i wish i could have met you, you annonymous coward. so that i can tell you what a lameshit excuse for a human being you are. i'm ashamed to be on the same fucking planet as you. i'm ashamed to breathe the fucking air that you breathe. i'm goddamned fucking pissed to know that my dogs had been contaminated by your presence before their deaths. god damn you. damn you damn you. *caps end*

okie. so be nice and responsible to your pets. even though you might want to murder them when they pee on your carpet sometimes.

Feeling bored in midst of rushing homework

OKAY PEOPLE... I'll stop posting lame quizzes.. since i got so many people complaining to me about them. i won't even bother to caps because it doesn't show in the blog. :/

Of fashion disasters :

Right.. i was out these few days and i noticed that most singaporean girls can't dress for nuts. i don't count becoz basically i just cannot be bothered. but those girls who spend PEANUTS* on their outfits, please, please buy outfits that fit your body shape for goodness sake because my eyes just cannot take the crap you inflict upon them anymore.

to the vertically-challenged not so slim woman at the bus stop :

seriously, please get a bigger top. your skirt is too tight and your t-shirt is too tiny. your bulges and rolls are showing and they *positively* quiver with every step you take. and not to mentioin the slab of meat your tiny shirt was showing off. and the chucky strap heels really do not go. so if you happen to read my blog, please consider having a makeover. that or get a bigger shirt. thank you. *i can say that because i'm fat too and i'm not discriminating against you or any other fat people.*

to the girl with the emily bag at cityhall mrt interchange :

hi girl, don't you know you're not supposed to wear pink frilly concoctions and carry emily bags at the same time? and emily is *Caps from here* not a goddamned fu*king tim burton creation. get that fu*king fact right. and i know where you bought your bag. i repeat. emily is not a fu*king tim burton creation goddammit *Caps end here* You just made me swear off emily and nightmare before christmas despite the fact that i am i loyal fan of them both before you morons ever even born.

to all girls who dress in all pink :

hi people, when you see this sloppily dressed girl who looks like she dresses in the dark wearing predominantly black clothes, keep away from her or you might cause her to convulse and die from overdose of sugar.Thank you for being so considerate. but then if you were, you wouldn't have matched your fake pink von dutch bag with your ugly pink mary janes.


that's all i have to rant about for now. right.. and it's back to my homework.

*Peanuts : refer to Mrs GCT's comment about T.T.Durai's peanuts.

P.S. i know i have to let it go sometime. but i'm a bulldog. so sue me. *caps* HAH *caps end*

Fireworks at the Esplanade

Oh yay, I watched fireworks last night at the Esplanade while drinking Bacardi and eating chocolate teddies. Pretty fireworks.. ^-^ So girly but damned, i just can't resist them (anymore). Might be heading that way on my b-day. Eh heh.. fireworks on my b-day. So cool! Along with a six pak Heineken. XD

Oh yeah, Chunz puked from a combination of Bacardi, Coke Lite and chocolate teddies. Then she went into the handicapped toilet for males (i think), so the cleaner uncle went in to tell her. Apparently she was puking through her nose (?) and there were tears streaming down her face and I was so concerned about her (because the cleaner uncle looked like a chee ko pek) I went in after her to see if she's alright. LOL. Eh.. so now you know, Bacardi, Coke Lite and chocolate Teddies don't go together. :X

Okie here's another quiz that I took, it's pretty accurate. From Khalisah's blog. :P




How well do you get along with others?

Here is the analysis:

You can make friends with anyone and are always interested in what people have to say, but you can also spend time alone quite happily and without getting bored. You don't overreact to things around you, and people consider you to be a bit of a cool cucumber.

Your view on yourself:

Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.
The seriousness of your love:

Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.
Your views on education

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.
The right job for you:

You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.
How do you view success:

You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.
What are you most afraid of:

You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.
Who is your true self:

You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.

The Clothes You Wear

What others see from your style

You wear whatever you please, you are probably confident, stubborn, strong-minded and independent. Deep down, however, you think that you are being excluded from society. You wish you belonged, but as you don't, you're going to follow your own rules.
What your nightclothes reveal

You are friendly and always in good mood. You are candid and helpful, and can be sexy at times too.
What others see from your ties

You enjoy being alone. You like to life the simple but good life, and you cherish your freedom. You are thoughtful, confident and uninterested in glamour.
What others see from your belts

If there's not a single belt in your wardrobe, you like freedom and are opposed to all kinds of rules. You are creative and very good at work that requires you to stretch your imagination. Your main downfall, however, is that you can be very moody.
What others see from your shoes

You are adventurous. You have high self-esteem and are able to keep your promises. You like to take chances and are always looking for new opportunities to make your life more exciting.
What others see from your earrings

You are a sweet and talkative person. You are sociable, energetic and interesting, and get easily bored by the same old things. You are always looking for adventure.
The last analysis

You are probably a romantic and passionate person. You are sensitive and lonely when you aren't in love. You can be somewhat self-centered, but you are honest and sincere to others. You like to make a good impression of yourself and worry about what others think of you

Somemore on the NKF saga

A cute little email I got, kinda reflects what I was feeling so I posted it up. :P



Fictiously written based on a true story of a taxi driver who got his $12 donation refunded by NKF)

A secret letter to Miss Durai on her rich dad in the diary of the son of a poor dad.

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Dear Diary and Dear Miss Durai

As a 18 year old Poly student, I can understand your anguish as the neglected poor little rich daughter of another hardworking rich dad, but I cannot feel any sympathy for your rich dad, certainly not while I am still fuming from what I had recently read in the world ranked 148th Shitty Times.

I am the son of a hardworking taxi driver who had made donations to NKF $12 every month since May 1984. Quietly, my disappointed poor dad had stopped after the press and Mr Davinder Singh had exposed your rich dad's paid monkey acts at NKF. For every month since 1984, My poor dad had personally sent his $12 cash donation to NKF without fail every month because he had believe in its mission. Although, my poor dad had wanted to increase his donation but life has never improved for my poor dad since, his income had not increased and he worked longer hours since 1984.

FYI, my poor dad works bleddy hard too,he drove on day and night shifts without relief driver for us, he had worked so hard dat I only get to talk to him once a week and sometimes once in few months, it has been like this eversince my childhood. Unlike your rich dad, my poor dad is a poor hardworking man who works hard for real peanuts but we are proud of him.

I am also guilty of not spending quality time wif my poor dad too. Instead of enjoying myself like little rich brats who got $ to party at Zuok on weekends, I had to work part time at MacDonald's mopping floors for my pocket money during weekends. And sometimes I had secretly wish my poor dad had not been so kind to kidney patients...so dat we could spend some quality time together even for an hour more each time.

You may not think that this $12 a month is a lot of money, but my poor dad does not make $12 an hour or sometimes not even $12 a day after he had paid the leeching taxi rental. Even during the difficult SARs period, my poor dad had continued his donation and support for NKF.I cannot say we have starved or are deprived but my poor dad had thought he is doing good and we must respect him for that.

Now that your rich dad, Mr TT Durai had confessed publicly that he only mades $300,000 a year plus 12 month's bonus all from donor's funds , I want to put this into your naive little spoilt head dat I strongly feel dat you dad had been working hard while leeching on kindness of ordinarily nice people like my poor dad and profiteering on the plight of the kidney patients.

I dare say dat my poor dad's humble donation to NKF, the only charity which he had continuously supported these years, is humble "pee-sai" monies, becos it could not even pay a week's worth of your dad's great grandmother of all "peanut" pay.

But it angered me to huv read in the Shitty Times that all the blood and sweat monies donated by my poor dad during the past 20 years could have been used to pay for a European size made in Germany toilet bowl and the gold plated tap in your rich dad's office. Don't even think it was it enuff to pay the one year of road tax or petrol for your rich dad's family car used by your mom.

Sorry to say dat, this pee-sai sized donation was all my poor dad could afford.

Deep inside me, I wish to see some justice done, I wish that the continuing investigation on NKF could uncover something to bury your rich dad if he is proven guilty beyond doubt. And maybe bury afew other monkeys like him for the common good of this society.

I would like to see the Prime Minister and the gehmen to restore my poor dad's confidence in the NKF and hope that they wake up their ideas on the NKF's impressive $262millions of cash reserve.

Not like your infamous rich dad, law abiding peasants like my poor dad has got no honor or reputation to protect. But as a decent man, my dad would be very happy to know that his labour has actually helped some needy kidney patients. Nebermind it was only $12 real pee-sai money a month for the last 20 years.

And your rich dad had cruelly destroyed this confidence which my poor dad had with so-called educated people, your rich dad had been wearing a mask all of sincerity these years and diligently profited himself in the name of charity! Sadly, he still had not taken the mask down.

I am amazed that it has not yet sink into your head that your rich dad did not work hard for the NKF patients, he had worked hard for his gold plated mother of all peanut pay, he had worked hard for himself! Hope you could put it in the little brain or yours.

However, it is not to late to repent and all shall be forgiven, unlike your shameless rich dad, you may be too naive to realize that the magnitude of his wrongdoing is not soley benchmarked on commercial grounds but also on moralistic grounds.

Even if his $600k a year peanut pay is legitimate, your ought to question your rich dad's conscience becos he had abused the kidney patients and used their plights to profit himself. He had also deceived the public by lying and overstating NKF commitments to call a bluff for more donations to inflate his bonus. Your rich dad had leeched on many kind and gullible souls like my poor dad.

I am not being horny & suggestive, but as the daughter you may like to ask your rich dad which one of his lovely lady colleague(s) had shared the use of his personal toilet bowl, his gold plated tap and the glass panelled shower in the privacy of his NKF office. Maybe it would throw some new light on why he had got so much motivation to spend late nights at the office instead of spending quality time with you.

And please don't blame yourself if you have been shocked and you rich dad had becum the butt of gossips and jokes in your school, becos poor donors like us would be angry and would remember what your rich dad had done for a long long time.

Grow up, little girl, life is just this cruel, the absolute truth would absolutely hurt. Stop fooling yourself, life only gets real when it hurts.

Yours fumingly

Mr.PeanutInTheNeck

Eyepop

This is a really really horrible day today. I slept less than 3 hours yesterday because I stayed up all night to watch my south park downloads. Slept at around 5am and woke up at around 8.30? and continued watching southpark till it was almost 9am. And i forgot that i had class at 9am, so i chiong into my daddy's room and hollered them awake. Eh.. Anyways fastforward. I reached school at around 9.30 and slowly walked to the IT school contemplating all the while whether to pon class or not. Then I decided not to. GAWD. That was the single most stupid decision I made today.

*Opens door, looks at Hernie(the nice lec) and mumbled "Sorry I'm late"*

"It's okie. Class please gather around we need to do some exercise."

So stupidly like a herd of sheep being round up by a guard dog we did what we were told to do. Guess what? Hernie wants to play a game. It's called *Do a stupid action and introduce yourself to the class whom you were already introduced to at the beginning of the sem.* Okie, so we had to do a stupid action and say our name out loud. You might think the humiliation for us supposedly cool and apathetic designers were over. But no... Hernie had other plans...

"Okie class, observe your friends carefully and repeat their action."

Okie.. some guy was trying to jump the wall.. this one was clinging to it.. someone did the hula dance and i? I made a damned pig nose. ECK. So we went in a circle faster and faster, imitating our classmates' stupid action and chanting their names'. *No, we're not doing some weird cult ritual* Man. The agony. The pain. The humiliation. ECK. Okie then the rest of the class wasn't that bad.. wasn't THAT bad. :X not meaning it's good either. In fact, it sucked - but not as much as the first exercise.

Bahhh... Shouldn't have attended class today, especially with my eyes almost popping out of my sockets from the lack of sleep. I keep quoting Eric Cartman and speaking like him today. I need to lay off the Southpark before ChunYi kills me. Haha~ but annoying her is so fun.. SO FUN.. Oh yeah. I met Rita's boyfriend at Barang Barang and made kissy-poo noises at them. Whee~~!! How fun..

OH YES. I FINALLY GOT A X JAPAN T SHIRT. It wasn't the Jealousy T-shirt which was what i wanted, but it's a pretty Yoshiki one. Eh heh. I'm a happy happy happy happy girl. So actually today isn't that crapshit afterall. Man. I'm so fu*king tired. But i still have 3 Southpark videos to watch.. cannot.. must.......not......sleepppp.....

NKF

Well well.. the hooha about the NKF vs SPH battle has almost subsided.. Seriously, I applaud T.T.Durai for his thick skin and ability to weather through this storm in our sunny tropical island. I bet he's kicking his own ass right now wishing he had never even thought of suing SPH. (Never mess with SPH, you dumbass. If you came to ask me earlier, you could have saved your first-class salary and then maybe split a little with me) Then he can continue to sit in his 12-story NKF building in the top office enjoying his gold-plated taps, driving around in his public-sponsored Mercedes, jetting around in first-class flights and enjoying the humogous salary he is "ENTITLED" to, most of which comes from nice, stupid, gullible people of Singapore. Oh yeah, did i forget to mentioni suing people in his free time?

Anyways, after the Durai hooha, the nice and stupid and gullible and oh-so-self-righteous people of Singapore have stood up and said : "Please, don't stop donating to NKF just because of this. They still need your help." HELLO DUDES. NKF has ENOUGH MONEY to continue treating their patients for (max) 30 years even without us giving another single cent. You think changing Durai will stop this problem? You think the board of directors who stepped down and the new ones who are taking charge will solve this problem? DON'T BE SO FU*KING STUPID. With great power comes great responsibility. With great amounts of reserves stagnating will come great amounts of greedy fuckheads who can't wait to get their dirty little hands on them.

So, I say. STOP DONATING TO THE NKF. GODDAMMIT.

Donate to the SPCA instead. Or some other miscellaneous charity organization which REALLY NEEDS YOUR HELP. They don't travel around in first class flights. They don't have nice saltwater aquarium tanks in their premises. They don't have golden taps in their offices. Hell, they don't even have any godamned fancy-schmancy Mercs to drive around. And why? BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T DONATE ENOUGH TO THEM. Yeah, they prefer to donate it to NKF so that the next T.T.Durai can continue to draw a 6-figure salary and sit in first class flights which we normal Singaporeans don't even dream about seeing.

How stupid can we get?

http://singabloodypore.blogspot.com/ <-- some funny article i stumbled upon. go read it. it's amusing.

Sleeping in

You would think that I should know better than to take a nap at 1pm when I have a class at 3. :/ I set the alarm clock. I DID! I SET THE DAMNED CLOCK. Just blame it on me lah. I'm a damned pig. LOL~

Anyways.. I missed YongKin's class!!! Missed chance to drool at him. Dammit. But nvm. He's married. and a little balding. But still, he's so nice. :P So.. when I woke up at about 4 pm.. i was too lazy to get my ass up and go to school for arts appreciation lecture. Was supposed to meet XB for dinner.. so SORRY XB!!!! :P Treat you dinner next week. Yeah.. then my SouthPark dl was complete. *Yay* So watched SP till about 4.30 then went online to dl photoshop brushes, fiddled and diddled about in photoshop, rolled around in bed, watch a little tv.. then went back to sleep. Muahaha.. I love my life!

Okie.. maybe i'll ask chunz to redo my site with one of the wallpaper i made today.

Project from Last Sem

I got my ComDI (Communicating Design Ideas) portfolio back. I suppose the lecturer left it in the studio and never bothered to tell us about it. So I didn't know about the portfolio that was sitting in the studio waiting for me to retrieve it. AND SOME GODDAMNED FUCKING YEAR ONE STOLE MY FILE. Okie, I'm assuming it's a year one because I'm biased.

Anyways. I was supposed to include 4 artefacts of my choice in this essay. See if you can spot them. :/


Walking the deserted streets, I was aware of the quietness and stillness of a town that just hours ago hummed with excitement and activity. The familiar surroundings seemed alien to me. Rows of streetlamp illuminated the walk ahead, its light spilling softly onto the ground, lifting the sense of loneliness just a little. A cold wind was blowing, chilling me. I shivered, and pulled my jacket closer, zipping it up to my chin, trying to conserve some of my body warmth. The sound of the zipper was loud, louder than I had expected. I gained some comfort in the sound - it distracted me from the disturbing silence.

Shadows shifted behind me, long and menacing. I stopped to look back, but all I saw was an empty street, with bits of rubbish dotting the landscape. My mind was racing with paranoia, playing tricks on my vision and sharpening my sense of hearing. A sudden crash jolted me. A cat climbed out of the toppled rubbish bin, going to the next one in search of food. The foul stench of rotting food was carried with the wind. It seemed to match the image of the town.

I walked past the shops, looking at the mannequins in the displays. They were disfigured, with missing limbs and broken noses hastily pasted back on with scotch tape. Their blank eyes seemed to tell of a weariness, of glory days long past and things they have stood silent witness to. Under their vacant gaze, I hastened my pace, my boots striking a jogging rhythm on the sidewalk. I had a niggling sense that someone was watching me from behind. To take my mind off my paranoia, I started imagining the street as it was just now.

The bustling street filled with the voices of women and children came to mind. I could hear a popular jazz tune playing from the jukebox in the cafe and the smell of hawkers selling their food by the roadside wafted in the air. Unconsciously, I reached down and opened the pocket on my jacket. The harsh sound of velcro tearing dissipated the images and brought me back to the empty streets that lie ahead. I reached into my pocket and fingered the train ticket that was inside.

After long minutes of brisk walking, the train station came into view. The old structure was dilapidated, hardly more than a shack supported by rotting wooden beams. A damp, musty smell pervaded the place, bringing impressions of memories long past. I walked up the platform and sat down on the creaky, wooden bench. The only other people on the platform were either sitting down, waiting for the train to come, or reading from the flickering kerosene lamps. I glanced at the clock, 12.15am. Five minutes before the train arrives. I looked around, but found nothing interesting in the peeling paints and rotting wood. A sharp pain pierced my senses. I looked down and found a splinter in my thumb. I pulled it out cautiously, wincing at the pain that little silver of wood caused me. There was a dark spot of blood in the cut the splinter made. I cursed silently under my breath and looked for a tissue to blot it away.

An old lady sitting beside me offered a plaster. I took it and thanked her. I could smell her perfume, a powdery scent that reminded me of my own grandmother. Her wrinkled and age-spotted face was kind, and her salt-and-pepper hair was hidden under a small hat. I wondered where she was going, but did not ask her. I didn't think it was appropriate.

A whistling sound alerted me to the approching arrival of the train. I could see the white smoke against the midnight sky. It slowed down when nearing the station and the sound of metal-grinding screech resonated in the silent night. A loud hiss followed the halt of the engine. I boarded the train and sat down at my seat near the window. The train started again and the
scenery started rolling past in a dizzying blur. I looked out the window to see myself leaving the town behind. With hardly another backward glance, I left my past and started walking towards my future.

Installing a tablet.

Okie people. I've just realised what a goddamned f*cktard I am. Other mobile-tech-&otherfuckknowswhat- teenagers have my complete and absolute admiration and respect.
You would think after spending about 300 bucks on a tablet I would be eagerly installing and testing out my tablet right after I got home. But no, I waited till I possibly cannot delay it any further before installing the goddamned thing. The horror. The AGONY. THE PAIN.. I cannot begin to describe it.

Okie, first was the installation. It was pretty easy. You just load the CD-ROM into the drive and double click on the install icon right?

WRONG!

First you have to wade through the piles of information and god knows what first. If the installation didn't kill me, the reading of those bloody documents will. Then I installed the program. And guess what? This window pops up to teach you how to customise your settings. :) Isn't that great?

NO.

Okie. Firstly, to customize your settings, you FIRST HAVE TO TAKE THE BLOODY PEN OUT, which the kind and benevolent authors of the tutorial DIDN'T INCLUDE. I suppose they didn't think morons like me existed but nevermind. So I spent around 15 minutes trying to customize the damned settings and getting frustrated because everything that was supposed to show up didn't. OH. Then I got it. You have to take the pen out of the goddamned plastic box and use it to configure.

*Repeat after me.*

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....."

Okie, moving on. Then you know they never give just ONE CD. They give you more! Value for money! Yay, hurray for the savvy consumer. So I popped the installation disk out and put in the new one. Everything went fine and dandy till the stupid goddamned pop-up window appeared again.

Please enter name, company and product code.

Product code? WHAT THE HELL IS A PRODUCT CODE? Okie. I stayed calm and read the manual.

"1) Insert the nik Color Efex 2.0 Standard Edition CD into the CD/DVD drive.
2) Open the CD and double-click on the installer.
3) Ensure that the installer was able to locate the proper installation location. blah blah blah.
4) Key in name, company and product code.
5) Click Next or Install until the installer has completed its process."

HELLO. WHERE IS THE GODDAMNED PRODUCT CODE? Lost somewhere between step four and step five?!? LIKE DUDES, PUT IN SOMETHING USEFUL LIKE "4) Key in name, company and product code which you can find ________*
Okie. So after racking my brains I decided to type in the serial number.

"Wrong product code."

Okie, so I tried the product model code.

"Wrong product code."

Then I tried the number on the price tag.

"Wrong product code.

This went on for a long long time.

Guess where I found it?








On the back of the CD sleeve. Hah.

Saturday

Okie as promised, the Weird MRT Incident.

I said Funny in the last blog, but then I realised it was more weird than funny. I'm sure in the wake of the London bomb attacks we have all become paranoid and on our guard. At least I am - no thanks to my overactive imagination. :/

ANYWAYS.. as i was saying.. I got up the MRT at the Tampines station (heading towards Boon Lay). Half-way between Tampines and Simei, this man got out from the Conductor's cabin and slammed the door shut. Maybe you're wondering why this was important. except for the fact that I WAS IN THE LAST CARRIAGE AND HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO F*CKIN BE THERE. Okie, anyways. He got out, stood near the door and kept looking at his watch *HIS WATCH* and kept tapping his feet impatiently.

Hmm. Now what was I to think huh? *@#$*&@#( TERRORIST!!!* Yeah. Really. Then we reached Simei station and he got off, giving the train one last look before heading for the escalator. *ARGH!* you say? *Motherf*ckin' TERRORIST!!* The guy opposite me was staring at me weirdly.

I suppose my emotions must have reflected on my face. Hmm. Yeah, moving on.
If the guy was planting a BOMB, I was the closest person next to THE BOMB. And most likely, if there was a BOMB and the BOMB went off, it is highly possible that my body was the body that would be blown to bits. So what to do? The guy sitting opposite me was still staring at me. Aiyah. Bo pian. I had to change carriage. At least if I was in the middle the most I could get was a few cuts to my face. *You realize the guy is still staring, right?* So I called Kevin and asked him where he was and pretended that I was meeting him in another carriage like in the front and got up *all the while pretending to look for a friend that wasn't there* It's funny how I care about saving face when I'm worried about a bomb going off in the MRT.

On the way to Cityhall I was visualising what I was supposed to do in case of a terrorist bombing. After I got off at Cityhall, nothing had happened so far. So I continued fantasising, if a bomb really went off, I could publish a book called "How I narrowly escaped a bomb" and earn thousands of millions when other paranoid people like me buy it and make me a multi-millionaire.

*On hindsight i realised he must be a MRT employee because I haven't heard any bomb reports*

Yeah, that was the Weird MRT Incident. Anyways, report any suspicious articles to the matas okie. Or suspicious people for that matter. :/

Friday

Oh KAYYYYY..
I just returned from the Esplanade (where Baybeats was held). OMFG.. I never knew that we had such good bands in Singapore and Malaysia. Naked Breed and B-Quartet (whose vocalist looks suspiciously like a senior in school) rocked out. Seriously. I'm in danger of losing my voice.
B-Quartet is releasing their EP on the 31st July (which is ONE day after my birthday *hint hint*) at the Esplanade. :D So please go down and support them. E Heh. I'm a rabid fangirl.. i'm sorry...
I'm tired and my feet are aching.. there is a funny mrt story, but I'm gonna tell it tomorrow.
Off to watch Southpark now. Cya~

Friday

Oh man.. I've been on a downloading orgy ever since I got my broadband connection. >_< I think I've downloaded 1 gig worth of PVs, South Park and *Ahem* stuff not supposed to be mentioned. Nearly laughed my ass off watching South Park : Ninjas. Still I say, Eric Cartman rockss!!! Oh yeah, finally got to see an episode of Happy Tree Friends to see what the hooha is all about (even though the hooha started like last year). Okie basically, HTF sucks, it's moronic and gory. Now I don't mind the gory part, in fact I thought it was hilarious. But the moronic.. well. I never though cartoons could get any stupider. South Park definitely win hands down. I was a little disappointed though, because most of my friends who watched HTF reccommended it to me.
Misc. Friend : "Eh ANNGEE, you MUST watch HTF! It's like so your style, eyeballs popping and whatever"
Me : "Oh really? Cool!"
But it seriously sucks. :P That's my verdict on it anyways.


Okie here's another Quiz. I ran out of things to blog about.

HAHA. This one is fun ;)


Grrr baby, very grrr. You like them stripey and
growly eh? Well technically the lion is the
king of the jungle, but you've just elected a
tiger king of YOUR jungle..



Like games or roleplay? Here's a great one that
has nothing to do with beastiality:

www.life-blood.vze.com


What animal would you have sex with (If you had to)?
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You are an Enchantress, somewhat an enigma,
you would love to change the world. You hold
strong views and, would love nothing more, to
use your magic to change the world around you.
When in conversation, you listen, take on their
comments, and fantasise how you could improve
things. Quite the idealist, you think you have
all the answers, whether for right or wrong.
You hold your intellect high, and believe you
can change the world! In a relationship, you
need a partner of high intellect.

The world
and you, often seems at odds, with you
frequently seeing things from a different point
of view.

You have a connection with nature,
often stating, that things will take their
natural course. Nevertheless, secretly, you
would like to use nature to your own
ends.

Your good points are that you are
intelligent, instigative and thoughtful and
your bad points are, you can be single-minded,
misled and remorseless.

You feel that your
superior knowledge should astound everyone
around you; and you wish for respect from your
peers.


Are you a Princess, Enchantress, Faerie, Mermaid or Toad? (with pictures!)
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Hecate


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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Okie, i got bored..

The downside of having a unlimited wireless connection is that i just tend to go online all day, wherever and whenever I please.
Not that there are that many sites for me to browse and stuff.
Anyways. I got bored and did this quiz. :P

What kind of killer am I?

You are a Samurai.
You are full of honour and value respect. You
are not really the stereotypical hero, but you
do fight for good. Just in your own way. For
you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil
person, if it is for justice and peace. You
also don't belive in mourning all the time and
think that once you've hit a bad stage in life
you just have to get up again. It's pointless
to concentrate on emotional pain and better to
just get on with everything. You also are a
down to earth type of person and think before
you act. Impulsive people may annoy you
somewhat.

Main weapon: Sword
Quote: "Always do the right thing.
This will gratify some people and astonish the
rest" -Mark Twain
Facial expression: Small smile

What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
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You are the gothic girl. You don't like to hang
out with a lot of people who don't have your
same interest. You also like blood even if by
a little bit. You can't help who you are and
you like who you are!


What Kind Of Girl Are You?
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A New Blog..

I've decided to start blogging again since I've got the internet connection back. I'm sure my absence wasn't any great loss to the blogging community. :X But since I can, might as well fill this blog with my crapping. :D