Mid-Year Resolutions

Having New Year's resolutions is like the Thais declaring a war against their state, or Linsey Lohan announcing that she found a cure for cancer- there is a lot of fanfare but nobody actually takes them seriously.

Remember my one of my earlier resolutions to go to New Zealand to pick apples? Well, like any New Year's resolutions, it never materialised.

But Mid-Year's resolutions are goals that are precipitated as a result of observations and experiences from the first half of the year, and then forecasted onto the next half a year. Simply said, they are the more realistic and trustworthy brothers of New Year's resolutions.

So here are my top 4 and I can assure you that they are not your usual run-of-the-mill list:

1) Learn Bahasa

I am seriously thinking of signing up for the Bahasa classes at the Community Club.

Already I hear guffaws from all you fancy schmucks. But what's the point of learning French and fancy German when I'm probably only going there once, at most twice in my entire life. When I took up Japanese, it was because I used to travel to the country a lot with my dad, and hence a basic grasp of the language was useful.

Nevermind the 'Hellos' and the 'How do you dos', I need to at least learn how to swear, say "I understand what you're saying" or act blur with a "I don't understand Bahasa" when I want to amuse myself with the kind of things that people say aloud when they think you do not understand their language.

Besides, coming from someone who made a boo-boo in Indonesia when I ordered "Selamat satay" and the guy just stared at me like his face would crack.

I only found out later that while I wanted to buy 10 satays, whatever I said actually meant something like "Greetings satay!" which not only doesn't make sense, it made me look really stupid. It's going to be a fantastic face-saving language if I travel out into the region in the next couple of months, and I expect to be doing that quite a bit.

2) Pick up Poker and be damn good at it
I wanna hold em like they do in Texas Plays, fold em let em hit me raise it baby stay with me, luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start...

Alright, I'll admit that the Gaga fever got to me, but what with the 2 new casinos opening in Singapore at the Integrated Sentosa Resorts and the Marina Bay Sands, I think it's time I do my part as a proud Singaporean to win back some worthy "foreign investment" - One. Game. At. A. Time.


3) Learn to play golf
Like snorting noodles through your nostrils or bungee jumping, I'll bet that learning to play golf is one of those evergreen items on everyone's list of "Things to do before you turn 30". Well, it is on mine.

Who cares if Mark Twain once said that golf is “a good walk spoiled”, and nevermind that I'd probably golf a grand total of ONCE a year. Golfing is just one of those things that at the ripe young age of 24, you don't really know why you want to do it, but you simply have to have the badge on your sleeve.

Besides, it's way cooler than telling people that you have the Certificate of Achievement for scaling the Great Wall of China, which nobody actually gives a fly about.


4) Join a gym/ dance class
Before my ass sags like a duffel bag and before I get thrown into TAF club. Nuff said.

I need a sugar daddy

Having to work your way through University to feed yourself, pay for your bills, pay for your brother's insurance, stay in hall, buy textbooks is depressing enough...But it gets worse when you receive a letter from CPF board after you've graduated for a year, asking you to pay back the damn sum of $18,816.76 that you owe them.

That is a gi-normous amount to think about. Hell, I've barely started working and the whole world is asking for money from me.

After the damn CPF freezes about a quarter of my pay-cheque to "assets" that I cannot touch until I'm too old to tell $5 from $50, I am still faced with financial concerns like...

My grandparents ask me how much am I paid every week I go to their place...

My parents are like an alarm clock that rings timely every that time of the month when people generally get their pay cheques...

My brother's insurance still automatically deducts a fat sum from my account at that time of the month, and it has been doing that even before I graduated.

On top of all those major bloody suckers, I still have my bills, medical, transport, food and whatnots...

And now CPF wants me to return $250 in installments, every fucking month for the next 12 years, to my dad's gahment controlled CPF account.

What is really depressing is I just found out that my parents had kept this piece of information from me all this while. They knew all along that I was expected to pay the sum back. All these while, they have conveniently leveraged on the "I slogged so hard to pay for your very expensive school fees so you'd better be grateful", or that "You start earning money and you keep forgetting to give us an allowance, don't forget who saw you through University."

Granted that I was aware of my family's un-rosy financial situation all these years, and I was expected to make a contribution to my family the moment I graudaute, tricking me into contributing to the family's gross income was wrong and so was leveraging on that idea to control my freedom and privacy all these while.

I blame it on Tradition. I know that if I were to call my parents lying scumbugs, I can be assured that I'd make my way into the top 10 most hated bloggers in the entire blogosphere. So I blame it on the deeply entrenched Asian-Singaporean Tradition, dictating that children have to contribute to their family's financial well-being the moment that they step out of school.

It doesn't matter what your own financial capability is. If you've gotta have to eat instant noodles (even cup noodles is too expensive) and drink plain water every day, then you've gotta do it. The bottom line is, you have to make your offerings at the end of every month, and your parents have every right to use whatever methods to pry that wad of hard earn money away from you. So tradition it is.

As for those who complain to me that you are constantly in their parents' debt because they need to have starbucks for breakfast, Crystal Jade for lunch and Lawry's for dinner, you really don't know the true meaning of being in a debt.

With reference to my title, no, I won't be picking up any of you losers from Butter, (or St James for that matter) even if you somehow managed to guess my chinese name correctly.

Be Yourself Day

In lieu of Youth Day's celebration, Thursday was decreed to be a "Be Yourself Day".

I intend to turn up at work with a potentially lethal vodka breath, streaky makeup and smudged mascara - remnants of Wednesday Ladies Night's partying, and scare the living daylights out of everyone else. **** KTG!!! ****

OR

I could just NOT turn up at work.

That's being myself.

The Fucking entry

Of late, my blog has been the only fucking place where I can scold vulgarities with no fucking restraint.

A month plus or so ago, the word "Fucking" comprised allmost all of Yours Truly's adjective usage, A person who thought very highly of himself would be called a "BIG FUCK", people were referred to as "Fuckers" or "FUCKTARDS" and I begin almost every other sentence with "nabeh".

But now, I have to show a grerat deal of restraint because I am teaching in a Secondary school, and secondary school kids have a looong memory when it comes to things like that

There was once when the noise-level of a class rose to unprecetended levels, and I was arrowed lots of shit by the HOD. Feeling extremely in need to vent if not I'll go crazy, I mouthed a slient "fuck you". But apparently, the boys sitting in the front row saw that and went into an excited flurry, discussing amongst themselves trying to come to a conclusion if I had indeed said that "F"-word.

So if anyone wants to have an ah lian conversation, please call me on my mobile...And allow me to fuck you upside down with those glorious words,

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!

I wonder why the majority of the teachers are so damn fat. I've been screaming out lessons everyday, and I fully utilized my diaphragm and every single biological voice projecting tool in my body. And I scream lessons from 8 to about 1:30pm almost everyday.

I scream history lessons to 5 classes of brats, English class to 1 class of brats, and 1 more history lesson to 1 class of older brats.

And I totter on my usual high heels, carrying tonnes of books to climb up flights of stairs everyday.

I get so exhausted by the end of the day, that I have no appetite for anything for the rest of the day.

Unless I'm the only one being over-worked, I don't see why teachers should be fat. But almost everyone of them are.

On my birthday...

8:00 am: woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Was slightly pissed that the fucktard of a principal flew me a big aeroplane. When you piss off a bday girl, you can prepare to go eat shit for the rest of your year. Wanted to contract me till late October to teach ART ... of all things. Siao~
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It's raining now...looks a bit like New Zealand in summer in the morning. Cool, crisp air with a slight breeze. Oh wait, the breeze is caused by my fan. Dang~ Well, but it's a nice kinda weather nevertheless. Haven't been up so early for such a loooong time. The times that I do experience 8am mornings, are when I'm still up. And i'm a lil excited that what the bf has in stall for me...

Graduation

I've decided that this day is so fussed over (by me) that it deserves a mentioning in my recently empty blog.

I've officially graduated.

To tell the truth, it's really a Happy-Sad feeling. I love being called an NUS undergraduate. I love the student discounts that you get when you produce the NUS matric card. I love it that I only "function" for 3-4 days out of a week, because my academic timetable is always arranged to be such. And I love it that I can trample the central walkway in my pretty heels and mini skirt everyday, and feel completely at ease.

But most of all, I love my teachers and friends, whom I have learnt so many things directly or indirectly. I love my subject, and how in NUS, it opened my mind to show me how it's actually not a stuffy, boring antiquated subject that is meant for professors with thick specs and long dusty nose (from burying inside the thick history books). I love the school. I dunno what else I love, but I love it.

But enough of my love for my alma matter. This post is about my graduation.

Yea, so that day began with a frenzy in the house when my parents and my brother were busying themselves with ironing their 'Sunday Bests'. It was a blitering hot day, and I could feel my carefully made up face craking under the heat. I had taken care not to put too much make up, but just enough to portray that rosy cheeked, fresh-faced graduate look. Okie, but the stupid singapore heat had to mess it up, so that by the time I put on the motarboard (ie the square hat), my hair was already sticking to my face, and I wasn't looking so fresh faced liao.


Me. The Reluctant Graduate.



That's me on the stage being award the scroll. Which my lil' brother destroyed shortly after I came out of the hall.



Pwah!!! Bitch fight! Actually this is the work of le brother. SOmehow he stupidly, irritatingly twisted some fibre inside the scroll after he held it in his hands for 10 minutes, and afterwhich I couldn't open it. And that's us trying to force it open.



Still trying...



And then when it burst open, the inside was almost pulverized. Thanks ah...I'll make sure I destroy his scroll in about 15 years time. And see? The big kukunaden had the cheek to be cheering in the background.


But complaints aside, it was still a heart-warming event, a commemoration of the 3 years, I've spent in Uni, as one of the best years in my life. No kidding. There were friends, who made it so fun to go to school, although nerdy me likes going to school to study anyway...



That's Eileen, and together we have a favourite common gossip topic. It's too private to mention here though. And she's the ONLY nice JCRC in hall. She got honours oKAY!!!!



That's the group I always have history classes with. And in some tutorials, we surf internet, look at clothes, look at dunnowhatcock stuff and laugh over caricatures of a certain somebody. Okie I better hope that no lecturers read my blog now...That's Laurence, Jacelyn, me, yirang and Lay peng



This is Akbar, whom I will always remember as the one who wanted to work in Ministry Of Manpower to catch the illegal Bangrahs...Hummm


Not to forget my fellows within the Al-Qaeda and Soviet network, hurhurhur...budden those are too smart, and they need to do honours to justify their brains la. So they only graduate next year(with HONOURS; I'm graduating with MERIT ONLY), and so no grad photos with them.
Pity, my favourite lecturers weren't there to take pictures with me, and although Lockhart is really nice, but I didn't do so well for his modules that I don't dare to ask him for a picture.

Oh and my bestie, Laura deserves a whole section all by herself. Because I didn't tell her that I was commencing because I only had 2 tickets, and I thought it would be quite cock to ask her down only to tell her that there were no seats for her. But she came down anyway and made me very very very happy. See, this is what best friends are like...She offered to be with you in significant stags of your lives. Wah so touched that she came down all the way by MRT just for me to take pictures with her. I mean really thanks alot babe! To show that i really appreciate it, I have to put alot of her pictures here.


Here's to Laura who tolerated alot of my nonsense through out our years in school. Hey we've always been in the same school since we became best friends!!! But really, I was rreally over the moon/sun/mars when you sms-ed me to say you didnt want to miss it.




We had memorable moments during UNion Camps here, and I remembered her coming over to arts during one lunch time. We had yoghurt and talked about sad stuffs. Tee Heeh...



And zhiyou who has stood by me through thick and thin, big and small, bad mood mornings, smelly breaths, and embarrassing farts. I envisioned him at my graduation when we first got together, and here he is! E-appy. I love my Mao mao!


I'm not supposed to show this picture, but what the hell, it's funny. He looks funny. Heeh.


See, I'm Happy...Yay! And I look Pretty!!!


And then, there is my family. Coincidentally, it was my lil' brother's bday as well that day.
After all that we've been through, Mummy, Daddy, I've finally graduated!!! Although I am still miserably unemployed now, at least you don't have to worry about footing my school fees of a fucking 6000 plus each year. Hurhurhur...






I love my Daddy. Strangely, I'm not one of those girls who are very close to their moms. Throughout my growing up years, I've always felt that my dad was my pillar of strength, my role model, and I've always thought he was easier to confide in.
Not that I don't love my mom, but she never seemed to be the kind of woman I'd wanna grow up to be. So I am closer to my dad.



Okie this toilet is memorable because I OCCASIONALLY steal toilet paper from here to supply my own diminishing stock back in hall.




And I'll defitely miss the quiet corridors of my department, which I'll occassionally troop in to hand in my papers, or sneak in to hand in my very late papers, or drag my feet in to collect those papers which I didn't think I did so well, or meekly glide through to see my various lecturers abouot various things. I cannot remember if I've ever mentioned that the history department has no lift, and yet it's at the highest level in the building. I think that the school thinks that history is at the opposite end of technology, hence we don't get lifts. %#$@!!!




It's been a long time since I uploaded pictures in my blog. And this entry really took sooo long to blog. So read it slowly and appreciate it okay... Read it again if you really like it...and again. Cos it really took me damn long to load all those photos.

Exams are out! And I am Happy-Sad.

Happy-Sad because this could very well be my last exam, and yet I think I didn't do too well for today's paper.

Happy-Sad also because if I didn't do too well, but well enough to pass, this will really be my last paper. Last paper = graduate = no more exams

Happy-Sad also because if the 2nd happy-sad was true, I'd have finally reach the end of my looooooong academic path. The bitter sweet feeling of possibly leaving this life that I've led for the past 21 years is coming to an end. No more exams ever again is a good thing, but I don't wanna leave school, and I kinda I wanna do my honours. So I'm Happy-Sad.

I dunno why I'm writing like a retard now...I sure hope I didn't write like this in my paper just now. Oh but I can't remember what I wrote. Too tired.
We're watching Spiderman tonight, and ZY is wearing his spidey shirt out to watch it. And I think he'll bring the spidey action figure. I'm just glad he hasn't manage to get a spidey suit from ebay.com, if not I'll wear a mask when I walk beside him.

I am generally quite a tolerant person when it comes to the problem of third world foreign talents. Or I should say foreign "Talents" in this case. Because the word is apparently debatale. Whether the talent is real and substantial or not, it's another matter in entirety. And if I ever do make ah tiong and ah neh comments, I mutter it under my breath. I am generally okay with them being around, as long as they the little dragon girls don't come and seduce my dad, they don't squeeze past me with some potent BO in MPSH during exams that combine with people from other facutlties, don't blow bad breath in my face, and don't speak in their native language and interrupt me during movie/lesson, and don't speak like a know-it-all just because they earned some peanut little scholarship to come to singapore to study. See...I'm okay with them. But some frigging little pea-brained ass hole had to piss me off. And yes, they belong to one of the aforementioned.

Did I mention, please do not come here and act like a major know-it-all when you cannot even speak english properly, not to mention mark me down for it?

A while ago, I received my project grade for a certain science elective that I am taking this sem. My group got a C+. I was a little shock at when I went online to check it, because I thought out presentation was pretty good, with the only screw up being that the video couldn't play during the presentation. But I didn't really take it to heart because after all, I S/U the module.

When my group met again today to sit for the final paper, I was informed by this other group member, who went to collect the comments that the TA had dispensed for the grading of the project, that made me fume.

In case anyone doesn't know, TA stands for teaching assistance. Not lecturers, not qualified teachers, just facilitators. Now, I must say that I had my fair share of superb TAs from ARTS in the past few semesters that I've been in NUS. They are receptive, facilitative, dynamic, not to mention smart, and eloquent. Potential lecturer material in the making...you can see. I've also had a couple, from a certain nationality, who can't speak english all that well, but at least they try to play fair. But these TAs from SCIENCE, fucking cannot even understand english properly, and they were grading my presentation. Do they have the right to mark me down because my english was beyond their comprehension? In the first place, were they qualified to MARK???

Now you see where did my lashing out on these "telents" didn't come from no where.

I was angry not because they gave us a C, because if I deserved that grade, then I deserve it. But no, I got a C because according to my friends, the comment went along the line of:

a) Implied that we did not visit the zoo. Reason because this particular TA so smugly asked us during the Q&A session of our presentation when did we visit the zoo.
Us: We can't remember the date, but it was in Late Jabuary, early Feb. Just before CNY.
Viet: REALLY? Because you know what, the sea lion enclosure is closed for renovations now. You sure you went to the zoo?
Me: Umm yea, So what are you trying to say? It's April now. We went in February. It wasn't close in February.
Viet: (Obviously didn't understand english) wrote something done on his paper, shook his head, muttered something to another TA, and smiled smugly to himself.

Errr excuse me Viet, our group member actually claimed the entrance ticket to the zoo, hello....do you understand that in Feb, Sea Lion enclosure is NOT close yet. Now close not equal to febraury close. Got ticket to claim = got go to zoo.
KNNBCCB! He still had the cheek to write down and implied we did not go to zoo.

Please la...if you can't even understand simple english, please go home to your kampung and rot in one corner. But don't grade me down because you are lousy and don't understand me when the rest of the class did.

b)Okay fine, I admit that my group used a set of word that is a wee little bit cheem. "Polygamous" and "Polygynous". The 2 damn zai sociology majors in my group attempted to explain them when they asked about the distinction between these 2. But they didn't understand. The distinction is not so important, but the meanings it imparts. We explained, but that lousy kennasai bunch of TAs who cannot speak nor understand english properly simply didn't understand. The difference is too colossal for square-brain to process. So they got stuck in the rut deciphering the difference.
And when they couldn't, they gave us a lousy grade and ask us "why must we use 2 different word to confuse them?"

WTF?? You get confused and so that is a fucking good reason to mark me down? I didn't invent the usage of the word on sea lions myself. Some ang mo professor who wrote a book on sea lions did. Go and mark the ang mo down la. GO!! GO call the publisher and slam the ang mo la. Say the ang mo cannot speak english properly...tell him you wanna boycott his book because he has 2 terms that you don't understand.

c) This is getting even better. This woman, who obviously doens't know what a fucking presentation is ask us to refer back to slide number X, and said, "YOu mentioned blah blah blah blah blah, how come it's not on the slide?"

Me: Erm, it's an elaboration of the point I was making.
The Unpresentable TA: Huh? But why is it not on the screen?
Me: Because it's a presentation. You only put the mainpoint on the screen and elaborate the rest. I can't possibly read off the screen
The Unpresentable TA: But it's not on the screen, I can't see

By now, I was visibly pissed by all their stupidity. Though she can't see, but she remembers it, so basically my elaboration on that point struck a chord. It means it got through, it served the point of an elaboration. Therefore it's a good elaboration, because she remembers it. And if the other TAs don't remember it, then it only shows that nobody in SCIENCE listens. They only read text books.

If you want everything on the screen, I might as well just write out a whole damn essay and use Microsoft powerpoint to flash it. I will use my standard Size 12 Times New Roman, complete with double space to write a whole full length 1500 word essay on the analysis and observations of sea lion behaviour in the zoo, and slowly scroll though the full 8 pages worth of elaborations, arguments, ideas and observations.

8 full pages of elaborations for her to see. Right smack there on the screen. Want that right? Jeez, these people have no concept of what a presentation is...

D) Then our video could not play. Somehow suay suay, it just couldn't work on the teacher's computer. I dunno why. But they wanted a video, we took good videos, just that it didn't work despite multiple runs and rehearsals at home.
So some stupid TA insisted again that we didn't go to the Zoo. Fuck la...if they really want, they can always verfiy with the module coordinator that we had receipt that said we went to the zoo one so and so date, and if they had wanted, the video cam that my group mate brought had a time and date as well.
In fact, I had the whole outing on my blog.
So there goes the whole thing about us not going to the zoo again.

Can these stoopid third world migrants just stop thinking that they are so smart. They should just go and see their own comments. See if they make any sense anot. Pity, the cohort is sooo big that the lecturers probably didn't bother going through anything. Not to mention the fact that most of us were arts students and this was an easy-peasy module, a no brainer, that no science academics would wanna waste their time on.

It didn't help that the other 2 girls in my group were drop dead gorgeous and hot. Something these TAs would never achieve, not in a million years.

You get what I'm implying?

Like I mentioned above, I dont really care if they gave me a C+ for my project. It's not the first time I am awarded with a C for anything. But they jolly well shouldn't give me some fucked up reason as to why the project warrants a C. I don't think it's fair for us to pay for their dumb ass mistakes.

1 paper down. 4 more to go, yet I feel like I've finished having exams. I think among all my peers, I'm the laziest, slackest, and most nonsensical. During exam, I'm doing nonsense things like spree, bargaining with people to slash prices, blogging, checking my email 10 times a day and whatnot. Everything but study, even though I mentioned previously I WAS going to study. Hard.

Tomorrow's some dumb ass cosmetics and perfume module that I hardly know whats going on. I S/Ued it, so I just need to get a C for it. You know, one should not waste an S/U and get a B- or anything above. Hence I am slacking now. There's also the Animal Behaviour module on Saturday, but my group was so chin chai that we got a pretty sucky grade. So getting C is actually not gonna be a major feat for that.

I guess it could potentially be considered disrespectful. And I don't like to start on the 'he said it first' debate as well because it'll just be childish. Because I made those remarks, I should take responsibility airing a little the reasons for the comparisons. This is not a defence, but rather an explanation somewhat.

When we look at it, we're comparing the similarities in traits which the teachers and friends have identified in cho. comparing what he did ala adding to msn and the massacre of 32 students (33 includes himself) is like apples and oranges. as mentioned, we're comparing traits, adding to msn = part of stalking. we're not comparing the act of what he ultimately did. our dear friend hasn't done any big thing... yet. For the sake of clarification one can realise that the below post did mention that a group of girls have found the traits similar and what's shocking... the word is SHOCKING... to them was that they all linked it to the same guy that's been the subject of much unwanted discussion on the 3-4 posts on this blog. as one can see, the girls he had terrorized were genuinely worried that cho might be what our dear friend will become and they might be on his hit list. Perhaps the language used wasn't of the best in expressing their fear. i'm sorry if the language i used for identifying the traits was taken to mock the VA incident. It really wasn't the intention.

By identifying such traits in him, we are in fact identifying a possible threat to our school and preventive measures may be taken if enough people speak up against him. If you've read the news reports as well, you'd have realized that they did mention that chos are everywhere. Meaning people with such traits are in every school and level of society. He's not so much fighting a religious war but rather sees himself as being the only one going fighting for things he believes in. It need not be religious beliefs, it could just be beliefs.

Although nothing can be gained out of identifying him as a potential threat on a blog, the blogging of comparisons simply serves to wordify my shock as to the similarities between the two individuals. We're worried about the end product of what he may become really. Such things don't just happen in the states where there are guns. Remember the lecturer in Engine Fac a few years back? Not too long ago right? It happened right in our very school.

We can't ignore a potential threat but similarly we also shouldn't ignore the victims of VA and downplay the tragicness of the event in a petty squabble. As mentioned, not everyone knows all the details of whatever transpired but just to assure everyone, it was never our intention to downplay the events and make light of the whole incident. On my part I apologize if the victims or their families take offence in my identification of the similar traits of their killer and our dear friend for the purposes of identifying a potential threat to people around us.

Perhaps we typed too soon and didn't think too much that others would see it as disrespectful. To be honest, my first reaction when reading about his character traits in the newspapers was: OMG THAT'S SO HIM! yup. Really. To be frank i didn't really think OH WAIT I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO THINK THAT WAY. I was more of thinking... THAT BETTER NOT HAPPEN HERE... Such is the flaw of our brains, picking out a part here, downplaying a part there, putting bits and pieces together... Sigh. Still, I'll reserve my right to say 'I told you so' if he actually acts out like cho. Of course by then it'll be too late.

On the topic of Cho Seung-Hui and the shooting at Virginia Tech Uni, I have something to say...

After the incident made headlines on today's newpapers once again, a few of my friends, classmates, schoolmates etc texted/MSN me about some parellels they drew between the killer and a friend of ours.

1) He stalks girls, even though he would vehemently deny it, most girls complain about being stalked/harrassed by him
2) He blames the whole world for everything that goes wrong with in his life.
[ie. Me against the "_____"]
3) He thinks he's holier than thou
4) He cannot see past superficial reasons for others' popularity
5) He is a loner
6) He is a loser


The only difference is we do not know whether he has been admitted to a mental hospital, and whether or not he has guns.


Oh btw, I used the word 'friend' because the newspaper mentioned that Cho was a loner and had no friends. Hence to avoid such tragedy from happening, I shall hereby create an illusion that he does have friends.

PS: Hong Myong Bo, you dont have to pretend to be a Korean to make reference to another Korean, yar? I have your IP address, and it looks very familiar...ermm why har?

,Finally, I feel I've done enough to warrant some serious studying. Starting from after this entry.

For those who reads my blog but hasn't notice, I've put a new link on my blog, to my new blog! I shall just advertise a little here

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On another issue, I just read a couple of the dumbest blog ever. And unfortunately for me, I know one of these 2 bloggers. The other loser blogger in this topic, happens to be a fan of the first blogger in question.
Blogger #1: A brainless, plastic-faced(literally), typical bimbo, complete with huge boobs and an empty shell. She apparently worships dawn yang, and went for plasticy in vain to look like her. Sad to say, according to ZY, she looks like TCS actress Quan Yifeng. Though I wouldn't say Quan is drop dead gorgeous, but she has her own sassiness which makes her look good in her own way. But I think it's quite sad for anyone spend a bomb for some major facial reconstruction, only to end up looking like her.
That aside, her english is atrocious. It's not just peppered with mistakes in tenses, a few typos and some missing words. BUT HER ENGLISH IS FUNDAMENTALLY WRONG. Her thoughts are erratic. Actually nonsensical would be a better word. Actually no, i forgot, she has no thoughts whatsoever. The only few entries which actually made any sense were not written by her. They were cut and paste from some website. Oh i'm so surprise. She types in mindlessly short sentenses. Like this. And somehow, she can still can get them all wrong.
Eg. "Went *Falala Gym for *Tralala. And now I felt aching very inch of my body." *Nouns have been changed to preserve her anonymity)
A typical entry would be like 5 pictures of herself posing a la Dawn Yang style, and 1 line of un-English that nobody understands.

Did I mention she speaks with a ninny little fake accent that sounds like crap? And she tells people (rich guys during shows in particular) she goes to school at *Nalala/*Salala and studies Mass Comm. Please la, you think they stupid issit? If you want to attract graduates they can prolly spot your fake accent halfway down the exhibition hall lor. And please la, you think study mass comm = go on tv and act with Takeshi Kaneshiro? And you think mass comm will want you ah? Even if you speak with your ninny little fake accent, your english remains lousy. Atrocious. Whatever. Imagine handing in a research paper Blogger #1 style(on whatever topic. I didn't take any new media modules la):

(picture posing ala Dawn YAng style)

(picture posing ala Dawn YAng style)
Ah this is good paper,*wink* i think. No reason can fail why u say?
Hmm because is tV! Yay!!! No reason. But I think one day, i can have to appear from all the advertisements. Conquering new market is no major difficulties. Master of nuture help me alongs and i has to be happy.

Is kind of troubling to my heart. In my homeland being have got tvs all around. Reminds me of when I drink Rose tea. Wah so beautiful, goddess me.
Why do people not bare themselves on tv? WHy not? I like them to know me. Really. Hmm but i must work hard first. Now I got this promotion to introduce this amazing new mascara. I do it definitely on through TV. So excited.

Blah...I cant do it anymore. Whetever.

Basically my opinion of her, A loser, a wannabe, who is nothing. She thinks physical beauty supercedes everything. DAwn YAng is the goddess. Hence to be successful, there's only one person to emulate. DAWN YANG. So she goes on and continues to pimp herself through her blog.

BLogger #2 This is a HE. HE is a greatest fan of Blogger #1. Reads her blog religiously, and probably fantasize about squeezing her tits one fine day. Maybe screwing her. Whatever la, but basically there's only 2 reason to read her blog.
1)Because it's so dumb hence you read it for some no brainer entertainment.
2)Because you wanna look at her cleavage, which she generously shares with her various amorous teekorpek 'photographers'. This Blogger #2 in question is such a 'photographer'. He is probably the type who NEVER misses an IT show held in Singapore, and his motive of being there? BEcause got alot of IT SHow girls. Wear short skirt, wear tube, alot of makeup, *psst....Hot!! (or not. but got alot of legs means hot liao). Also because it's free entry. He's probably one of those who cramp up the narrow isle with a big Tua Leng Gong camera and thinks he's a big fuck, because he can ask models to pose for him with that big camera. He will collect the pictures of all the models and dunno do what with them. Even when some models refuse, he'll follow them around adamantly. Just so that he can have the WHOLE collection of girls from IT show 2004/5/6/7.

And this blogger #2 have obviously seen blogger #1 from one of those shows. And he comments on almost every single one of Blogger #1's blog entry.

Okie but my main point here is not so much of blogger #2's taking photos of models. It's his blog remember? He is probably another nitwited loser. His blog consists nothing that is written by him. They are all song lyrics written by someone else. Eh please la, what's the point of having a blog to copy n paste other ppl's intellectual property. WORSE...he didn't cite them. Orh hor...if he was writing a term paper, Prof Lockhart would definitely give him an F, and Farrell would probably make sure he's out of NUS. At least Blogger #1 has pictures of herself that she takes herself, and spouts of nonsense that shows how dumb she is. But this sneaky little bastard takes people's lyrics and paste it all over his blog. If you cant wax lyricals, then DON'T! I'd rather he type in ah-beng style hokkien-engriss u know?
Oh and he, like blogger #1, gives one liners when a picture is introduced for a particular entry.

Eg. *picture*
His comments--> That second girl from the left, chio

WTF...so bloody cheapskate lor...liddat also constitutes a blog issit?


And so I shall conclude my blog entry for today.

Today i got meet Estelle to get Mad.Minerals. She chio, I chio, we happy. Yay! *winks* (GROSS!)

Near lack of sleep.

I got tickled by a very silly thing in class today and exploded with laughter. But it's really quite funny what...

During my Arts of SEA lecture, I was sitting with the usual gang and we had a guest lecturer in the place of the usual Dr Johnson. Today's topic was about The origins of modern Malayan Art (Paintings). Sad to say, it was super boring and we were all dozing off though I did try my best to stay awake. Halfway through, the lecturer touched upon this artist by the name of Yong Mun Sen who was dubbed the "Father of Malayan Painting". She went on with the usual stuff of giving a 'brief' introduction of his background yada yada...Then suddenly she said,

"He came to Singapore in a bookshop, and move to Penang in a bookshop"

Somehow I manage to find that very funny, and I kept laughing uncontrollably. The notion of sojourning and migration a la Harry POtter did sound so ludicrous...no meh?
Anyway it was cheap thrill on my part, because she obviously meant that he came to Singapore and set up a book shop, and 2 years later moved to Penang, and also worked in a bookshop.

After class, i went to look for Farrell for our long due chat. He hasn't reply my emails after the last "greetings" email he sent me. It was a hot day, so by the time I climbed up the stairs to the History Department, I was rather peeved to find that Farrell's not in his office. Right, it was about lunch time. Hence I've decided to troop over to the engine canteen to tabao some food.

Just as I was ascending up the stairs, I was mildly horrified to see the girl in front of me wearing the same oh-i'm-so-happy rainbow keyhole t-shirt that I have recently bought from Wetseal. Oh well, it just proves that people do outsource for clothes and my shirt is nice hence it appeals to other people too. But what really cheesed me off was this group of guys, presumably from Engine, started pointing at us, LIKE WE ARE NOT THERE, and started echoing and shouting to each other that "hey those 2 girls are wearing the same shirt". Please la, it's just the same shirt lo, I'm not even making a bif fuss outta this minor accident, I really don't see why they should. It's not as if we had identical broccolis sprouting out of our heads. WTF man...They really should just grow up. Great, now the whole canteen knows that there are 2 girls wearing the same shirt. And it didn't help that our shirts are so bright and colourful, and distinctively recognizable.

Ah well, that's from a faculty, whose people finds Management modules interesting...Gee.

The weekend was a way too short one. I managed to finish Lockhart's essay and hand it in before 12 Mid-night (even though I was supposed to hand in during his class at 4pm, which I had conveniently skipped, all because the I was tearing my hair out trying to complete the damn essay). I think I am the last to hand in my paper. Again. After 36 hours of staring at the computer screen, my vision had turned into some weird surreal green colour. When I looked into the mirror, I had a greenish tinge. Xiaobai had a greenish tinge(not because he is in desperate need of washing). Even the corridor in the History department looked green. urghh.

Zy then drove us to West Coast Mac for dinner, but we only had $12 in cash among the both of us, so we only ordered a 20 piece Nugget, a double cheeseburger and a strawberry milkshake. The milkshake kinda sucked, but he is crazy over it, but I was too hungry to mind. Plus, i was already in a happy mood. Macs has always been a mood enhancer for me...The more food, the happier I get.

Saturday, we went to watch Phantom of the Opera. Zy had bought seats at B-row, which is actually the first row. Any closer to the stage you'd drop into the cockpit. The show was fantastic. I love it that the Phantom could just appear anywhere imaginable. Zy said this phantom, as compared to the one he previously saw, is too whiney. He previous phantom was more 'man'...Ah, what does men know about 'manliness' anyway.

Zy especially liked the last scene To the point of no return, during which the Phantom was disguised as the fat Tenor, Sinor Piangi, who was supposed to be playing the DOn Juan opposite Christine. He was wearing Piangi's big black robe, the cowl of which hid his face, and I think he and Aminta(played by Christine) were like mutually seducing each other. Everytime when Christine's finger touches him, or when he traces her outline, he looked like he was orgasming. But the singing was totally perfect, until Christine realizes that Don Juan wasn't Sinor Piangi, but the phantom himself and calmly pulled off his mask and the wig that the phantom wore. Somehow that charm and suaveness that the phantom had established before was completely destroyed. In place of his skillfully sleeked back black hair, he had a few pathetic wisp of blond hair sticking out in any possible directions that made him look a little like a deformed goblin. I mean being a deformed man is bad enough la, they still made him look like a deforemed goblin. I mean even though I knew that the Phantom was supposed to be some gifted freak of nature with a hideous face, but I still wanted him to be as suave and as phantomly as possible. At least give him back his nicely-oiled back black hair right...

Despite it all, I think it was worth every cent of the $150 that Zy paid for the tickets. The song, Think of me, actually had a special meaning to me; and when Christine first sang it, I almost teared--I felt sad, regret, relieved and love all at the same time. Somehow that was possible k...And we were sitting so close to the stage that it felt almost like we were in the show itself.

I would have liked to talk more about my phantom show, but then Laura reads my blog and she'll kill me if I have too much spoilers here. Hence the above is just a boring lil' summary of my Phantom show. But rest assure it's way better than that.

When I went back home at night, I saw my new iMac! Actually I'm only moderately excited over it, because I've never been a techno kinda person. Gadgets are but a tool to make my life more exciting/miserable. But zy was like gushing over it, and the moment he stepped into my house, he started doing something to the computer. 'doing' because My vocabulary doesn't include the technical term of what he was 'doing' on the computer. This new piece of 'thing' had a "whah whah whah" sound coming out if it when it was on, which according to zy, weren't supposed to be the case. So it means my brother had to wait for another week befor he could get his hands on it. Oh, but the only thing that I liked about the whole Mac machine is that it has a built in Camera. how exciting right. I actually decided Mac over PC after I watched the whole series of Mac Vs PC commercials which were hilarious.
But now i realize I'm completely clueless as to how to use it. urghh...I couldnt even invite people to video chat with me over MSN, so in the end, I spent the whole night making funny faces at ZY over Skype using the video cam.

Slept through the day on Sunday, and didn't get anything done except 1 miserable reading.