So here's the lowdown.... back in January I had a lil list of what to achieve this year and it goes something like this:
1. never ever skip abs workout when gymming. NEVER EVER.
2. Monday to Thursdays shall henceforth be known as NO CY DAYS. no matter how stressed i am. try la try.... unless public holidays falls on weekdays. then another story. haha.
3. be spontaneous.
4. this year, find a travelling partner. cos the solo thing is pretty damn hardcore.
5. go out LESS with 8gz. LESS. pls. LESSSSSSSSSSS. and more with other people.
6. always order small portion food when out at lunch. no matter how hungry i am. tea break eat fruits!!!
I must say I have accomplished 1, 4, and to a certain extent 3, 5 and 6 but failed terribly for 2. So what have you achieved this past year?
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Friday, December 09, 2011
So what's been happenin'?
Hiiiiiiiii everybardy. I'm so BORED at work right now it's not even funny. So what's been happenin? It's been raining pretty hard recently innit? Loves the rain. Loves how it always rains when I step out of the house, and then later on in the day, it decides to rain again when i wanna go hom! AINT THAT FUN?! hahaha. Gods must be KRAZY like an Axel F Frog.
I'm like finally 28. So fun pls. Lovin' the wrinkles. Lovin' the white hair. MOAR i say, MOAR!!! It really is kinda true that men look better as time pass.... if u look at my old pictures from say.... 10 years ago. NOT CUTE AT ALL HUNNY, NOT CUTE! Now i can afford to go to the gym, buy myself nice clothes, alcohol, look pretty, but back then i had NOTHING. I didn't even have a pretty face to rely on. so sad. But girls are a different story ah. Sorry, sucks to be them. The older they are, the chui-er they get.
Zoukout is here again. This year has to be great cos i need to wipe out the memory that was 2010. We probably were in the arena (pun not intended) for like 2 hours before everyone got so drunk and died. We learn from our mistakes eh? And this year, new year, new crowd. GON BE AWESOME.
And as if i'm not already too awesome for my own good, i can actually foresee the future (see post below). Totally bought myself an air ticket to Germany next year on a whim and fancy...... this was my exact thought process "oh my god im so bored with my life. *flips thru qatar airlines webpage* *clickclickclick* OK TICKET BOUGHT"..... CC u surprise me soooooo. in a good way :)
So yeah. The year's coming to an end soon. Did you fulfil you resolutions you set out 11 months ago? I hope u did my lil children.... cos Santa's coming and he'll give u a big fat spank on your behind if you've been naughty. Toodles!
I'm like finally 28. So fun pls. Lovin' the wrinkles. Lovin' the white hair. MOAR i say, MOAR!!! It really is kinda true that men look better as time pass.... if u look at my old pictures from say.... 10 years ago. NOT CUTE AT ALL HUNNY, NOT CUTE! Now i can afford to go to the gym, buy myself nice clothes, alcohol, look pretty, but back then i had NOTHING. I didn't even have a pretty face to rely on. so sad. But girls are a different story ah. Sorry, sucks to be them. The older they are, the chui-er they get.
Zoukout is here again. This year has to be great cos i need to wipe out the memory that was 2010. We probably were in the arena (pun not intended) for like 2 hours before everyone got so drunk and died. We learn from our mistakes eh? And this year, new year, new crowd. GON BE AWESOME.
And as if i'm not already too awesome for my own good, i can actually foresee the future (see post below). Totally bought myself an air ticket to Germany next year on a whim and fancy...... this was my exact thought process "oh my god im so bored with my life. *flips thru qatar airlines webpage* *clickclickclick* OK TICKET BOUGHT"..... CC u surprise me soooooo. in a good way :)
So yeah. The year's coming to an end soon. Did you fulfil you resolutions you set out 11 months ago? I hope u did my lil children.... cos Santa's coming and he'll give u a big fat spank on your behind if you've been naughty. Toodles!
Sunday, October 30, 2011
cant believe its been almost 2 months
there's a lot gg on for the past 2 months... so much so that i dunno where to start or how to put them down in words.... i think it's about time i took that solo trip again. to get away from this city. maybe i shud become a monk in Bhutan.
Monday, September 05, 2011
Nostalgia
I'm feeling pretty nostalgic these 2 weeks, because a fren of mine posted a really ancient song on FB recently (if you must know, it's twentyfourseven by Melanie Blatt.) And if u even remotely know who melanie blatt is without googling, then u belong to my era.
so i started this RAMPAGE trying to youtube everything from the 90s..... and this pang of old skool nostalgia just hit me like a march 11 tsunami.
i miss the days when my pri school, hidden in the middle of a private residential estate, was near enough for me to walk home, but far enough to warrant a bus ride in the morning. i miss the basketball court where we had our assembly, with the raintrees and flame-of-the-forests just hanging and chillin up above. i miss the days when i was the fastest runner in track and was more or less, always the anchor runner in relays. i miss the days when we could paint stain glasses and go to the field to draw trees for art classes. i miss the days when i was a prefect. i missed the days when i had my prefect status revoked because i cussed BITCH too often. True story, not a joke. i was primary 5. i miss the faithful day i was called to the principal office for using stones to form the word FUCK just beside the quadrangle while waiting for my sister to finish her PSLE listening comprehension, and fucked up her reputation during the process. i bawled like a bitch, needless to say. I miss the days me and my frens hung out at Junction 8 like its the most happening place on earth. We went to watch SPECIES and thot it was the most R Rated thing we have ever seen (until i discovered porn). I missed the days when i was a fucking thief (ok maybe not that much), when i stole my fren's pencil case in primary 2 cos he pissed the shit outta me, and then at pri 5 when i stole another fren's prefect tie cos i thought i lost mine. YES I WAS A PREFECT but i was fucked up as hell. I dunno why they chose me in the first place..... maybe cos my sister was vice head. Nepotism. and YES i was and am the black sheep of the family... Every family needs one. I miss the days when my frens and I sang "This used to be my playground" by madonna for our talentime. It was SO gay. it was SOOOOO gay i wanted to die. And i remember the day when i offered my malay fren char siew from my maggi mee. it was HILARIOUS. I'm not a racist, i just didn't think it through. Finally i miss the time when I had my very first "Prom" where i wore a long sleeve checkered shirt from the Disney Store with a huge POCAHONTAS embroidered on the pocket. Again, true story. And ultimately, i treasure the fact that my primary school frens and i are still VERY MUCH IN CONTACT till today.
And then i started missing the days in Secondary school when my social status dropped from being high society to outcast because of my, how should i put this nicely..... "happy-ness". No guy really wanted to talk nor associate with me, besides my equally happy fren Wang YiChao. I miss my gbffs (girl best frens forever). I miss the days when i used to cry when i go to, and come back from school from scouts every Saturday... and my mum was there to cheer me up with a can of Coke (i'm easily bribed, but today, with alcohol). I miss the days my frens started to accept me for who i was, and started hanging with me and we even formed the group SHI SHIONG DIs (aka the ten brothers). I miss the days we stayed back late in school to decorate the notice board cos we wanted to win the chinese-new-year best decorated notice board competition. VERY LAME. but vvvv fun. I really miss my sec 2 classmates,period. I miss the days my scoutmates and i decided we don't hate scouts anymore and went to Kampong Arang to eat ice jelly after every Saturday's activities. Those are my buddies for life.
I remember the days i stopped listening to 933fm and switched to 987fm and started obsessing with jean danker's say it with music. I used to write in to her and she would always pick me. I was known as "the aluminum foil guy" because i would use paint and write on a LONG LONG strip of aluminum foil. TRUE STORY. and she would always say "oh boy what do we have here" (crackling noise of the foil in the background)..... yes, please laugh. I remember the days my mum forbade me to watch late nite drama series, and i had to sneak into her room to watch Charmed for 15mins while she was downstairs. I finally could watch the last few seasons of Ally Mcbeal only because it was moved to the 10pm (or 9pm, i cant remember) slot. yes it was very pathetic. I miss the days where songs were sang by normal human beings and not autotuned.....it was all good back then.
And then today, when i came home from work, i found my mum sewing the button on my shorts, because a few days ago i told her it was dropping. and then i realised she re-washed my work pants cos tissue bits were stuck on it after the first wash (which i didn't ask her to do..... i was just complaning). And my daddy was cooking dinner for the 3 of us. Then i realised........ oh man. i dunno what i would do without my parents.... i dunno what i would do when they leave this world........... and then i realised.......... i turning 28 in November. this is all too scary.
so i started this RAMPAGE trying to youtube everything from the 90s..... and this pang of old skool nostalgia just hit me like a march 11 tsunami.
i miss the days when my pri school, hidden in the middle of a private residential estate, was near enough for me to walk home, but far enough to warrant a bus ride in the morning. i miss the basketball court where we had our assembly, with the raintrees and flame-of-the-forests just hanging and chillin up above. i miss the days when i was the fastest runner in track and was more or less, always the anchor runner in relays. i miss the days when we could paint stain glasses and go to the field to draw trees for art classes. i miss the days when i was a prefect. i missed the days when i had my prefect status revoked because i cussed BITCH too often. True story, not a joke. i was primary 5. i miss the faithful day i was called to the principal office for using stones to form the word FUCK just beside the quadrangle while waiting for my sister to finish her PSLE listening comprehension, and fucked up her reputation during the process. i bawled like a bitch, needless to say. I miss the days me and my frens hung out at Junction 8 like its the most happening place on earth. We went to watch SPECIES and thot it was the most R Rated thing we have ever seen (until i discovered porn). I missed the days when i was a fucking thief (ok maybe not that much), when i stole my fren's pencil case in primary 2 cos he pissed the shit outta me, and then at pri 5 when i stole another fren's prefect tie cos i thought i lost mine. YES I WAS A PREFECT but i was fucked up as hell. I dunno why they chose me in the first place..... maybe cos my sister was vice head. Nepotism. and YES i was and am the black sheep of the family... Every family needs one. I miss the days when my frens and I sang "This used to be my playground" by madonna for our talentime. It was SO gay. it was SOOOOO gay i wanted to die. And i remember the day when i offered my malay fren char siew from my maggi mee. it was HILARIOUS. I'm not a racist, i just didn't think it through. Finally i miss the time when I had my very first "Prom" where i wore a long sleeve checkered shirt from the Disney Store with a huge POCAHONTAS embroidered on the pocket. Again, true story. And ultimately, i treasure the fact that my primary school frens and i are still VERY MUCH IN CONTACT till today.
And then i started missing the days in Secondary school when my social status dropped from being high society to outcast because of my, how should i put this nicely..... "happy-ness". No guy really wanted to talk nor associate with me, besides my equally happy fren Wang YiChao. I miss my gbffs (girl best frens forever). I miss the days when i used to cry when i go to, and come back from school from scouts every Saturday... and my mum was there to cheer me up with a can of Coke (i'm easily bribed, but today, with alcohol). I miss the days my frens started to accept me for who i was, and started hanging with me and we even formed the group SHI SHIONG DIs (aka the ten brothers). I miss the days we stayed back late in school to decorate the notice board cos we wanted to win the chinese-new-year best decorated notice board competition. VERY LAME. but vvvv fun. I really miss my sec 2 classmates,period. I miss the days my scoutmates and i decided we don't hate scouts anymore and went to Kampong Arang to eat ice jelly after every Saturday's activities. Those are my buddies for life.
I remember the days i stopped listening to 933fm and switched to 987fm and started obsessing with jean danker's say it with music. I used to write in to her and she would always pick me. I was known as "the aluminum foil guy" because i would use paint and write on a LONG LONG strip of aluminum foil. TRUE STORY. and she would always say "oh boy what do we have here" (crackling noise of the foil in the background)..... yes, please laugh. I remember the days my mum forbade me to watch late nite drama series, and i had to sneak into her room to watch Charmed for 15mins while she was downstairs. I finally could watch the last few seasons of Ally Mcbeal only because it was moved to the 10pm (or 9pm, i cant remember) slot. yes it was very pathetic. I miss the days where songs were sang by normal human beings and not autotuned.....it was all good back then.
And then today, when i came home from work, i found my mum sewing the button on my shorts, because a few days ago i told her it was dropping. and then i realised she re-washed my work pants cos tissue bits were stuck on it after the first wash (which i didn't ask her to do..... i was just complaning). And my daddy was cooking dinner for the 3 of us. Then i realised........ oh man. i dunno what i would do without my parents.... i dunno what i would do when they leave this world........... and then i realised.......... i turning 28 in November. this is all too scary.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Don't ever get your body banged up
Cos seriously its quite a pain in the ass.
1. You have to go to poly clinic to get a referral. that means waking up super early on a weekday/weekend to avoid any long queues.
2. wait what feels like 100 months to have an appointment at the hospitals
3. go for physio which means waking up super early AGAIN for dunno how many times so that the doctor can assess u at your...
4. 2nd appointment which takes another 100months.
SERIOUSLY. NOT FUN AT ALL. What's more disgusting is i have to go to PL (short form to avoid getting sued) camp to get myself excused for IPPT. See... NS men like myself need to take physical fitness test every year before our birthday. So since mine is in Nov, and I have not taken it since last year, I still need to take it la! But obviously i cant take it now cos of my banged up knee. So if i don't report it and if I let the ippt thing slide, i would be freaking court marshalled
So i had to HAUL ASS and wake up at 645am today to reach PL camp for my 830am appointment with the MO. but omgness when i reached Joo Koon (!!) at 820am the freaking taxi queue was so long so i had to WALK to PL camp which was like 15mins away. in the sweltering heat. i was sweating like a mad cow.
Then FINALLY i arrived at the guard house, I needed to keep BOTH MY PHONES in the locker at the gaurd house which requires coins. Then obviously i don't carry coins la jibai since my GUCCI wallet got no coin compartment (something which im sure none of them understands since they got no money to buy GUCCI WALLETS). so i was already late for my appt, sweating like a jibai and they still want me to STOWAWAY MY PHONE in the freaking locker. So this is how the convo went:
"Sir u need to keep ur phone in the locker"
i went to the lockers and discovered i have no coins. and mind u one stupid locker costs $1. SIMISAI.
"Sorry, I don't have coins. Can I change some coins with you?"
"erm... lemme check"
so he walks into his guard room, asks around a group of about 6 people.... NONE of whom have coins. IM SURE LA JIBAI. where got 6 pple cannot make up $2 worth of coins... and they didnt even open up the wallet to check. and the most idiotic thing is im sure im not the only one who doesnt have coins when i have to use the lockers so WHY DUN U JUST PROVIDE THOSE MACHINES THAT CHANGES COINS AT THE GUARD ROOM!!!! AMAZINGLY STUPID.
so i farking bu nai fan already so i said "you know what just give me what ever coins you have. i will give u $2 regardless".... then he slowly slowly take out one $1 coin. JIBAI so u had it all along!!! i dun understand why some pple are so THICK IN THE BRAIN.... zhen de cannot take initiative and offer la, fuck. too early, brain not working right. SUPER DULAN.
So i finally got my ass INTO the camp, walked about like 200m, all the while thinking "shouldnt the Medical centre be situated next to the guard house? zdy make pple walk so far. die already pls by the time i walk there".
So then the medic at the counter asks me for printed out appt letter, which i didnt print because "can't you just check it in your system if i have an appt??? isnt that the point of having things ONLINE"
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.
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"sorry sir can i have your IC"
"NO U CANT U DIMWIT BECAUSE UR COLLEAGUE AT THE GUARDHOUSE ALREADY TOOK IT"......... of cos im not that mean. i said it nicely. see.... no matter how pissed i am, i will only LUN and lash out in my blog. i dont like confrontation at all.
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"so how long do i need to wait for my appointment" (the clock says 845am at that time)
medic scans around the room and says "erm i think need one hour"
JIBAI THEN APPOINTMENT AT 830AM BLUFF PPLE ONE ISSIT?!?!?! Whats the point of having an appointment if i cant see the fucking MO punctually?! granted... i was late but WTF seriously.
nevermind i LUN. Finally it was my turn (wasn't one hour pls, was only like 20mins wait. zd cannot even give me a realistic estimate. useless fuck), i went inside and gave the MO the excuse letter given by the hospital. The MO totally didnt look at me, never even touch my knee one bit and said "ok we will just give u MC as stated in the letter"
THAT'S IT LEH.... TA MA DE.... zdy waste my time go all the way to the west to do this fucking wuliao thing. CANNOT TAKE IT PLS.... zdy produce the same letter that my hospital already gave me but with SAF logo. ma de. WULIAO.
See the thing i cannot understand is. WHY THIS IS EVEN NECESSARY. total waste of my time. secondly, NSF all deserve to eat shit and die cos they work so fucking slowly. they seriously need to have their asses slapped and spanked. notti boys.
OK THATS IT RANT OVER & OUT.
1. You have to go to poly clinic to get a referral. that means waking up super early on a weekday/weekend to avoid any long queues.
2. wait what feels like 100 months to have an appointment at the hospitals
3. go for physio which means waking up super early AGAIN for dunno how many times so that the doctor can assess u at your...
4. 2nd appointment which takes another 100months.
SERIOUSLY. NOT FUN AT ALL. What's more disgusting is i have to go to PL (short form to avoid getting sued) camp to get myself excused for IPPT. See... NS men like myself need to take physical fitness test every year before our birthday. So since mine is in Nov, and I have not taken it since last year, I still need to take it la! But obviously i cant take it now cos of my banged up knee. So if i don't report it and if I let the ippt thing slide, i would be freaking court marshalled
So i had to HAUL ASS and wake up at 645am today to reach PL camp for my 830am appointment with the MO. but omgness when i reached Joo Koon (!!) at 820am the freaking taxi queue was so long so i had to WALK to PL camp which was like 15mins away. in the sweltering heat. i was sweating like a mad cow.
Then FINALLY i arrived at the guard house, I needed to keep BOTH MY PHONES in the locker at the gaurd house which requires coins. Then obviously i don't carry coins la jibai since my GUCCI wallet got no coin compartment (something which im sure none of them understands since they got no money to buy GUCCI WALLETS). so i was already late for my appt, sweating like a jibai and they still want me to STOWAWAY MY PHONE in the freaking locker. So this is how the convo went:
"Sir u need to keep ur phone in the locker"
i went to the lockers and discovered i have no coins. and mind u one stupid locker costs $1. SIMISAI.
"Sorry, I don't have coins. Can I change some coins with you?"
"erm... lemme check"
so he walks into his guard room, asks around a group of about 6 people.... NONE of whom have coins. IM SURE LA JIBAI. where got 6 pple cannot make up $2 worth of coins... and they didnt even open up the wallet to check. and the most idiotic thing is im sure im not the only one who doesnt have coins when i have to use the lockers so WHY DUN U JUST PROVIDE THOSE MACHINES THAT CHANGES COINS AT THE GUARD ROOM!!!! AMAZINGLY STUPID.
so i farking bu nai fan already so i said "you know what just give me what ever coins you have. i will give u $2 regardless".... then he slowly slowly take out one $1 coin. JIBAI so u had it all along!!! i dun understand why some pple are so THICK IN THE BRAIN.... zhen de cannot take initiative and offer la, fuck. too early, brain not working right. SUPER DULAN.
So i finally got my ass INTO the camp, walked about like 200m, all the while thinking "shouldnt the Medical centre be situated next to the guard house? zdy make pple walk so far. die already pls by the time i walk there".
So then the medic at the counter asks me for printed out appt letter, which i didnt print because "can't you just check it in your system if i have an appt??? isnt that the point of having things ONLINE"
.
.
.
"sorry sir can i have your IC"
"NO U CANT U DIMWIT BECAUSE UR COLLEAGUE AT THE GUARDHOUSE ALREADY TOOK IT"......... of cos im not that mean. i said it nicely. see.... no matter how pissed i am, i will only LUN and lash out in my blog. i dont like confrontation at all.
.
.
.
.
"so how long do i need to wait for my appointment" (the clock says 845am at that time)
medic scans around the room and says "erm i think need one hour"
JIBAI THEN APPOINTMENT AT 830AM BLUFF PPLE ONE ISSIT?!?!?! Whats the point of having an appointment if i cant see the fucking MO punctually?! granted... i was late but WTF seriously.
nevermind i LUN. Finally it was my turn (wasn't one hour pls, was only like 20mins wait. zd cannot even give me a realistic estimate. useless fuck), i went inside and gave the MO the excuse letter given by the hospital. The MO totally didnt look at me, never even touch my knee one bit and said "ok we will just give u MC as stated in the letter"
THAT'S IT LEH.... TA MA DE.... zdy waste my time go all the way to the west to do this fucking wuliao thing. CANNOT TAKE IT PLS.... zdy produce the same letter that my hospital already gave me but with SAF logo. ma de. WULIAO.
See the thing i cannot understand is. WHY THIS IS EVEN NECESSARY. total waste of my time. secondly, NSF all deserve to eat shit and die cos they work so fucking slowly. they seriously need to have their asses slapped and spanked. notti boys.
OK THATS IT RANT OVER & OUT.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
sorry please completely missing in action..... this is the longest ive gone without posting anything... so let's see what happened since July.
Ooooooh USA. I LOVE US.... love love love. cant get enough of it. it's my love for angmohs probably. angmohs are naturally hot no matter how unfortunate looking they are.... gahhhh.
erm. actually that's about it. hahaha. see nothing much to talk abt. BOH RING
Ooooooh USA. I LOVE US.... love love love. cant get enough of it. it's my love for angmohs probably. angmohs are naturally hot no matter how unfortunate looking they are.... gahhhh.
erm. actually that's about it. hahaha. see nothing much to talk abt. BOH RING
Friday, July 01, 2011
Unbreakable
Remember that film directed by M Night Shyamalan (back when he was still credible) about one dude who's unbreakable and the other with horrible hairstyle who is?
"I am unbreakable." That was what i used to think of myself. I exercise without warming up. I dance without warming up. I do weights without warming up.
Dear friends, big mistake pls. Everyone is breakable. Case in point, myself. I dunno what is up with my body but it has been giving me a lot of problems. My knee popped not too long ago, playing badminton. it was the most innocent jump and smack, but "popped" went the weasel... or my knee to be specific. I have made an appointment in August to go see specialist..... im worried that it might require operation.
Some months back i was dancing doing the simplest of move. and i dislocated my right wrist. I KNOW RIGHT. how lame is thatttttt. gives broken wrist a whole new meaning.... and very apt as well.
Then couple days ago. i went to the gym and did shoulder shrugs... i think i must have pulled some muscle in my neck.... the same night i probably slept in some weird position to worsen the strain... Woke up in the morning... everything was ok, until i went home. It turned out to be the WORST PAIN i've ever felt in my neck.... It was so painful i had to take painkillers before i slept.
I had to do everything in slo-mo. Cannot laugh, cannot cough, cannot blow my bose, cannot bend down to brush teeth and rinse mouth. IT WAS TORTUROUS. Halfway thru the night, at 255am to be precise, the pain got so bad i woke up. I wanted to go get more painkillers but HORROR of HORRORSSSS i cant even sit up on my bed... one small movement will cause the pain to worsen. So i freaked the shit out cos i tot im paralysed or something. I was this close to screaming out for my parents.... thank god i found some angle to ROLL myself out of bed and wobbled to get the meds.... it was literally the scariest feeling, to not be able to move.
then i suddenly realised, when i get old, and if im still single.... i might just die in my bed and NO ONE WOULD KNOW. and that thought saddens me as much as it is scary. So i think i'll make it a point to put my phone beside my bed, risk radiation just so i know i can call someone if i really am dying in my bed. (here's looking at u fhfl)
Gahhhh, my neck is still stiff after 2 days. FML.
"I am unbreakable." That was what i used to think of myself. I exercise without warming up. I dance without warming up. I do weights without warming up.
Dear friends, big mistake pls. Everyone is breakable. Case in point, myself. I dunno what is up with my body but it has been giving me a lot of problems. My knee popped not too long ago, playing badminton. it was the most innocent jump and smack, but "popped" went the weasel... or my knee to be specific. I have made an appointment in August to go see specialist..... im worried that it might require operation.
Some months back i was dancing doing the simplest of move. and i dislocated my right wrist. I KNOW RIGHT. how lame is thatttttt. gives broken wrist a whole new meaning.... and very apt as well.
Then couple days ago. i went to the gym and did shoulder shrugs... i think i must have pulled some muscle in my neck.... the same night i probably slept in some weird position to worsen the strain... Woke up in the morning... everything was ok, until i went home. It turned out to be the WORST PAIN i've ever felt in my neck.... It was so painful i had to take painkillers before i slept.
I had to do everything in slo-mo. Cannot laugh, cannot cough, cannot blow my bose, cannot bend down to brush teeth and rinse mouth. IT WAS TORTUROUS. Halfway thru the night, at 255am to be precise, the pain got so bad i woke up. I wanted to go get more painkillers but HORROR of HORRORSSSS i cant even sit up on my bed... one small movement will cause the pain to worsen. So i freaked the shit out cos i tot im paralysed or something. I was this close to screaming out for my parents.... thank god i found some angle to ROLL myself out of bed and wobbled to get the meds.... it was literally the scariest feeling, to not be able to move.
then i suddenly realised, when i get old, and if im still single.... i might just die in my bed and NO ONE WOULD KNOW. and that thought saddens me as much as it is scary. So i think i'll make it a point to put my phone beside my bed, risk radiation just so i know i can call someone if i really am dying in my bed. (here's looking at u fhfl)
Gahhhh, my neck is still stiff after 2 days. FML.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
IM NOT A SAINT
I HAVE NEVER SAID I WAS A SAINT. NEITHER DO I PORTRAY MYSELF AS ANYTHING EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE TO THAT.
there are only 2 things i have done to my friends, in my 27 humble years of living, that i ever regretted. One led to an almost falling out with a friend who subsequently forgave me (eternally grateful & fortunate). the other person is not worth mentioning.
other than that, i bitch, i judge, i curse and swear at the most inappropriate times, i've scolded people till they cry. hell, i think i am this close to becoming a sex maniac. but i don't and have never ever done things to hurt people when i'm obviously at fault and still think it's ok.
FUCK THIS SHIT. Pls keep barking like a mad dog. because everyone already thinks that.... PUI!
there are only 2 things i have done to my friends, in my 27 humble years of living, that i ever regretted. One led to an almost falling out with a friend who subsequently forgave me (eternally grateful & fortunate). the other person is not worth mentioning.
other than that, i bitch, i judge, i curse and swear at the most inappropriate times, i've scolded people till they cry. hell, i think i am this close to becoming a sex maniac. but i don't and have never ever done things to hurt people when i'm obviously at fault and still think it's ok.
FUCK THIS SHIT. Pls keep barking like a mad dog. because everyone already thinks that.... PUI!
Monday, June 13, 2011
This blog is becoming inactive
i have no intention to blog anymore.... writer's block.
Trip number 2 - June 18 to 20 Penang.....
Trip number 2 - June 18 to 20 Penang.....
Saturday, May 28, 2011
MIssing in action
Will be away from 28 May till 8 June in the land of tulips, space brownies and red-light district..... miss y'all bitches... but really quite glad to be leaving this wretched place.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
should i or shouldnt i
i havent been blogging for the longest time.
today i had my div teambuilding. i was the one who single-handledly made this shit happen.
we had a TONNE of fun. i love my colleagues even if i dun normally hang out with them.
i feel like im being paid like shit....... i dun think i shud be staying here for the rest of my life considering this is my FIRST JOB.
i dun love my job but i dun hate it either. i do for the sake of doing.
i am at a cross road cos if i wanna JUMP SHIP i shud JUMP right after june.....
i wanna do something radically different. i even went online to google "how to become a sommelier".
pple have been approaching me up down left right centre to go join them.
HOWEVER
I DUNNO WHAT I WANT but i definitely know what i DUN WANT.
which is to be an engineer.
so how..... I DUNNO WHAT TO DO....... i need $$$$$ and i need some ideas.
I WANNA GO OVERSEAS..... do some menial job.... get minimum wage..... bump off pple's accoms and see what's next..... BUT I HAVE NO GUTS..................
why must it be so difficult.......
today i had my div teambuilding. i was the one who single-handledly made this shit happen.
we had a TONNE of fun. i love my colleagues even if i dun normally hang out with them.
i feel like im being paid like shit....... i dun think i shud be staying here for the rest of my life considering this is my FIRST JOB.
i dun love my job but i dun hate it either. i do for the sake of doing.
i am at a cross road cos if i wanna JUMP SHIP i shud JUMP right after june.....
i wanna do something radically different. i even went online to google "how to become a sommelier".
pple have been approaching me up down left right centre to go join them.
HOWEVER
I DUNNO WHAT I WANT but i definitely know what i DUN WANT.
which is to be an engineer.
so how..... I DUNNO WHAT TO DO....... i need $$$$$ and i need some ideas.
I WANNA GO OVERSEAS..... do some menial job.... get minimum wage..... bump off pple's accoms and see what's next..... BUT I HAVE NO GUTS..................
why must it be so difficult.......
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Now that the elections are over....
everyone can finally get on with their lives, as if nothing has happened... and when people asks "so where do u live" and i reply "hougang", i finally do not need to go into a long drawn explanation as to "no it's not the part belonging to the opposition" because i am IN the fucking opposition now...
with a team consisting of a middle aged woman who is still a law lecturer, a dude who just came back to Spore after 30 yrs, another dude who's still freaking studying, a Teochew "hooligan" or another dude who no one really knows who the eff he is or cares abt, we shall see if the oppo lives up to their promises or if the ruling govt makes a superhuge comeback in 5 years.
*just a personal opinion. do not sue me thanks.
with a team consisting of a middle aged woman who is still a law lecturer, a dude who just came back to Spore after 30 yrs, another dude who's still freaking studying, a Teochew "hooligan" or another dude who no one really knows who the eff he is or cares abt, we shall see if the oppo lives up to their promises or if the ruling govt makes a superhuge comeback in 5 years.
*just a personal opinion. do not sue me thanks.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
USA PART TROIS
ok... i know im such an americanophile but i cant help it!!!
JULY 15 to JULY 31
LOS ANGELES - LAS VEGAS - SAN FRANCISCO
HERE I COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
JULY 15 to JULY 31
LOS ANGELES - LAS VEGAS - SAN FRANCISCO
HERE I COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Things to do before i turn 30 part 2
and i was just thinking, how awesome would it be to celebrate turning 30 Hangover style....on the eve of my birthday, im just totally gonna book a villa at Capella, hire a chef to cook my friends and i some really decadent food, sip on exquisite wine, get some hot tub action, do some drugs and just get smashed.... no not wasted, SHIT FACED!!! Then wake up to a room full of strippers and a lion.
HOW AWESOME POSSUM WOULD THAT BE.
HOW AWESOME POSSUM WOULD THAT BE.
Things to do before i turn 30
you know how some people come up with some random list of things to do before they die? fuck that... im not gonna wait till that day comes... i could very well just die tmr. so.... here's some stuff i'd like to accomplish before i hit 30:
1. change my job... not that i hate mine now. i just need to do something different
2. go skiing again... even thou the first time was pretty traumatic
3. quit this nasty addiction of mine.... no, not alcohol. the other one that makes my teeth yellow
4. learn to forgive myself for all the wrong things i've done.... cos i'm only human and i need to move on
5. fall in love again.... and hopefully this time with the right person
6. learn to use my brain and my heart more equally....
7. go back to europe cos i seriously miss that place a lot
on a side note, my dept just did a personality test as part of team building using the Myer Briggs type indicator and im totally an ISTJ.... what's yours?
1. change my job... not that i hate mine now. i just need to do something different
2. go skiing again... even thou the first time was pretty traumatic
3. quit this nasty addiction of mine.... no, not alcohol. the other one that makes my teeth yellow
4. learn to forgive myself for all the wrong things i've done.... cos i'm only human and i need to move on
5. fall in love again.... and hopefully this time with the right person
6. learn to use my brain and my heart more equally....
7. go back to europe cos i seriously miss that place a lot
on a side note, my dept just did a personality test as part of team building using the Myer Briggs type indicator and im totally an ISTJ.... what's yours?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Shades of Grey
Because nothing is 100% black or white in this world.
it's been quite long since i've blogged and frankly i've lost all drive to....
it's been quite long since i've blogged and frankly i've lost all drive to....
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Monday, April 04, 2011
wow ok havent been blogging for quite some time.... interim update
Sometimes it feels like we are moving 1 step forward, 3 steps back.... repeat. sorry i dunno how to read minds. I am not professor X. This is too draining until i don't really care what happens anymore.
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Msn blocked not yet deleted
Facebook......in progress
Monday, March 21, 2011
If there is one thing i wanna change abt me....
i wish i wasnt such an angry person. nothing else. i dun wanna be rich, i dun wanna be attached, i dun wanna be whatever.... these things, i can work on myself n i know someday i'll get there.
i just dun wanna be angry. BUT I REALLY DUNNO HOW.
i just dun wanna be angry. BUT I REALLY DUNNO HOW.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Change
TODAY marks the day i finally got an iphone4. this is the first time im using apple products, which i was so determined to NOT USE because i really hate change.... i prefer sticking to the same formulas, same set of rules, same same same. but some change might do me good... and im pretty good at adapting. i just hate the first step....
so yes. just tot i would blog this :))))))))))))))))))))))
so yes. just tot i would blog this :))))))))))))))))))))))
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Get off your moral high horse
In medieval times, knights (nobility) rode horses while peasants (commoners) did not. So the knights could literally look down upon the common folk, considering them to be inferior and therefore beneath their notice.
The sentiment survives today in the expression 'on a high horse', meaning those who think they're better than the people around them: more devout or pious, less likely to be dishonest, always in the right (or at least, in the wrong far less often).
The reality is that very few people are that saintly; and the ones that are usually have a healthy dose of humility to keep them grounded. So, to tell someone to get off their moral high horse is a not-so-polite way of reminding them that they're really no better than the rest of us, no matter how much they might want to believe otherwise.
I am this close to doing something very destructive...
The sentiment survives today in the expression 'on a high horse', meaning those who think they're better than the people around them: more devout or pious, less likely to be dishonest, always in the right (or at least, in the wrong far less often).
The reality is that very few people are that saintly; and the ones that are usually have a healthy dose of humility to keep them grounded. So, to tell someone to get off their moral high horse is a not-so-polite way of reminding them that they're really no better than the rest of us, no matter how much they might want to believe otherwise.
I am this close to doing something very destructive...
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tears of a Clown
I'm all for being the clown. cos i like making people laugh..... but the tragedy of being a clown is..... when you cry, people still think it's a damn joke.
this is ultimately destructive to thy soul.
this is ultimately destructive to thy soul.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Tokyo?!
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Swan song
Swan Song
Origin: This term derived from the legend that, while they are mute during the rest of their lives, swans sing beautifully and mournfully just before they die.
Meaning: A final gesture or performance, given before dying or retirement.
Just 24 hours ago... i performed my last dance for KR Dance... a KR dance production no less.... and how apt - 24 Hours to Boarding. While my job isn't as taxing as many others and i do get to go home on time almost every other day, physically and mentally, i just can't keep up anymore. my knees and ankles especially are getting seriously worn out, so much so that i can actually feel it weakening with every practice... and it doesnt help that practices are usually held so late at night.... it's a case of 力不从心... which is really quite sad because dance is the ONE THING i did on my own initiative, without anyone forcing me.
I actually performed my first dance in sec 2 for chinese new year and choreographed for the first time (quite single handedly) in sec 4 for a teacher's day concert... since then i discovered i felt so bloody alive on stage dancing, more than playing piano or competing in swimming ever made me feel. perhaps it's the adrenaline rush dancers get while performing... it's an addiction of sorts. somehow, things didn't pan out the way i'd like thereafter and i haven't performed or danced since sec school, unless u count mass dances...
When i came into hall, i was presented the chance to join dance.... and i just went out on a limb and seized the opportunity to do what i remembered i enjoyed doing a long time ago. and thank god i went for the auditions cos it was one of the best decisions of my life. to be able to perform with people i love, entertaining the crowd, the comaraderie that's formed. To put it simply, it was priceless.... if i had to do it all over again, if time could reverse, i would do it all again, even if it meant having to take NUS exams 8 times over.
I had initially pulled out of production due to the reasons above... but i was again, presented the chance to come back when someone else pulled out. I kept thinking... perhaps some cosmic forces are telling me to return one last time, to maybe, on some level, pass on the passion for dance to the younger generation with my mere presence. so yeah. i did go back, despite being a complete loser, still performing at such an old age... despite many of my friends telling me i should move on. the truth it, it's really very hard to move on from something u like doing.
I wasn't as involved in DP as i'd like because firstly, i wasn't asked to be involved. 2ndly, i pulled out halfway, it would just be very off to self invite and contribute. which is why it wasnt a big surprise that i didn't cry at the end of it.... maybe i have already mentally prepared myself for it. or perhaps because when the curtains came down, i realised besides step, peter, bix, weijie, oli and xxy, there wasnt anyone there i could hug in a sea full of strangers... which was an extremely sad feeling. i was just wondering around aimlessly, hoping when i can go out and meet aili, ct and alexis. and that's not how i wanted things to end. i wanted it to end with a bang, but it ended up somewhat ho hum for me.
So, regretfully, after 5 DUs, 1 DP, 3 Rags, 3 senior performances, 4 culture nights, 2 funkamanias and 1 bash... i think it's really time to bid farewell to performing, while i'm still sorta at the top of my game, when it's still at a (somewhat) high instead of a lull... cos that's what i want to remember dance as.
7 years.... thanks for the wonderful memories.
Wait it out - imogen heap
Origin: This term derived from the legend that, while they are mute during the rest of their lives, swans sing beautifully and mournfully just before they die.
Meaning: A final gesture or performance, given before dying or retirement.
Just 24 hours ago... i performed my last dance for KR Dance... a KR dance production no less.... and how apt - 24 Hours to Boarding. While my job isn't as taxing as many others and i do get to go home on time almost every other day, physically and mentally, i just can't keep up anymore. my knees and ankles especially are getting seriously worn out, so much so that i can actually feel it weakening with every practice... and it doesnt help that practices are usually held so late at night.... it's a case of 力不从心... which is really quite sad because dance is the ONE THING i did on my own initiative, without anyone forcing me.
I actually performed my first dance in sec 2 for chinese new year and choreographed for the first time (quite single handedly) in sec 4 for a teacher's day concert... since then i discovered i felt so bloody alive on stage dancing, more than playing piano or competing in swimming ever made me feel. perhaps it's the adrenaline rush dancers get while performing... it's an addiction of sorts. somehow, things didn't pan out the way i'd like thereafter and i haven't performed or danced since sec school, unless u count mass dances...
When i came into hall, i was presented the chance to join dance.... and i just went out on a limb and seized the opportunity to do what i remembered i enjoyed doing a long time ago. and thank god i went for the auditions cos it was one of the best decisions of my life. to be able to perform with people i love, entertaining the crowd, the comaraderie that's formed. To put it simply, it was priceless.... if i had to do it all over again, if time could reverse, i would do it all again, even if it meant having to take NUS exams 8 times over.
I had initially pulled out of production due to the reasons above... but i was again, presented the chance to come back when someone else pulled out. I kept thinking... perhaps some cosmic forces are telling me to return one last time, to maybe, on some level, pass on the passion for dance to the younger generation with my mere presence. so yeah. i did go back, despite being a complete loser, still performing at such an old age... despite many of my friends telling me i should move on. the truth it, it's really very hard to move on from something u like doing.
I wasn't as involved in DP as i'd like because firstly, i wasn't asked to be involved. 2ndly, i pulled out halfway, it would just be very off to self invite and contribute. which is why it wasnt a big surprise that i didn't cry at the end of it.... maybe i have already mentally prepared myself for it. or perhaps because when the curtains came down, i realised besides step, peter, bix, weijie, oli and xxy, there wasnt anyone there i could hug in a sea full of strangers... which was an extremely sad feeling. i was just wondering around aimlessly, hoping when i can go out and meet aili, ct and alexis. and that's not how i wanted things to end. i wanted it to end with a bang, but it ended up somewhat ho hum for me.
So, regretfully, after 5 DUs, 1 DP, 3 Rags, 3 senior performances, 4 culture nights, 2 funkamanias and 1 bash... i think it's really time to bid farewell to performing, while i'm still sorta at the top of my game, when it's still at a (somewhat) high instead of a lull... cos that's what i want to remember dance as.
7 years.... thanks for the wonderful memories.
Wait it out - imogen heap
Sunday, February 27, 2011
facebook killed blogging
i used to be able to kill time reading blogs. but as time goes by, i find more and more blogs not getting updated or closed. i blame facebook... you destroyed blogging and i will never forgive u for that. and may i add twitter as an accomplice.... 3/4 of my linked blogs are no longer active.... about time i did some housekeeping to weed out these.
i no longer blog about my happening weekends because it's really not something i find fun anymore. and this space, to me, has evolved into somewhere for me to talk abt stuff/opinions, not talk about what i did. diary-esque blogs are so last season....... wait. BLOGS in general are so last season. i've been blogging less and less and who knows, one day i might just be too darn lazy to keep this up.
i no longer blog about my happening weekends because it's really not something i find fun anymore. and this space, to me, has evolved into somewhere for me to talk abt stuff/opinions, not talk about what i did. diary-esque blogs are so last season....... wait. BLOGS in general are so last season. i've been blogging less and less and who knows, one day i might just be too darn lazy to keep this up.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Live the language
See, i have always been an advocate of learning a third language. ive benefited so much from learning french.... and to understand a whole new different language is just. AMAZING.
i chanced upon this series of videos on another website and i love how stylised it is. i've spent numerous days in each city and i LOVE LOVE LOVE <3 all of them. hopefully they do new ones .
so.... learn a new language today. it'll bring everyone closer.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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Friday, February 11, 2011
if i had things my way, i would
1. be dancing for a living on broadway.... maybe until 30.
2. be angmoh.
3. live somewhere with 4 seasons.
4. have a dog.
5. have 2 kids by now. twins. boys.
6. open up a shop selling cupcakes or desserts in a secluded corner on earth, with views of the deep blue ocean, crashing waves and stunning sunsets.
7. have no cell phone. nor internet.... so the only means people can get to me, is to write..... the really important stuff they want me to know.
8. have a really strong liver.
9. be super butch and ride a bike. wearing a leather jacket and raybans.... one of those fantasies.
10. be a happy person. like genuinely happy, non conniving, non judgemental, non skeptical....
yeah. IF i had it my way.
2. be angmoh.
3. live somewhere with 4 seasons.
4. have a dog.
5. have 2 kids by now. twins. boys.
6. open up a shop selling cupcakes or desserts in a secluded corner on earth, with views of the deep blue ocean, crashing waves and stunning sunsets.
7. have no cell phone. nor internet.... so the only means people can get to me, is to write..... the really important stuff they want me to know.
8. have a really strong liver.
9. be super butch and ride a bike. wearing a leather jacket and raybans.... one of those fantasies.
10. be a happy person. like genuinely happy, non conniving, non judgemental, non skeptical....
yeah. IF i had it my way.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Being angsty
Sometimes i wonder how or what made me angsty. even my mum gave up trying to understand me. she said i used to be smiley and cute when i was younger. but my de facto face is now black, as if the whole world owes me something. i'm cynical, bitter and angry all the time. what gives?
as far as im concerned. i've been nothing but nice, considerate and straightforward with whoever im dealing with. if there's no reason to smile, i dun see a point to. its not that im in a bad mood. but i dun wanna waste my energy lifting up my cheeks for no apparent reason. i talk only when im being spoken to. i dun initiate conversations unless im bored or i need some info outta you.
i make my point clear. if i dun like something and i refuse to go somewhere to meet for dinner/movies/etc, i state it up front. i hate it when people always ANYTHING me. dun give me anything. i hate it. have some opinions of ur own pls. dun want say dun want. want say want. dun anything anything anything. to me, that's even more troublesome. cos nothing gets decided. dun force me to accept things i dun like or want to do. i may succumb to peer pressure, but that doesnt mean i am accepting it happily.
if u promise me something. MAKE SURE U KEEP IT. i'd make sure i do the same and return the favour, and appreciate it if some form of gratitude is shown at the end. im human. i need to feel like my efforts have not gone unnoticed. if u promise something and dun fulfil, trust me when i say i will forever remember it and use it to my advantage in future. yes. i hold grudges. surprise surprise.
There's only so much i can or am willing to do to redeem myself for my wrongdoings before i look completely ridiculous or desperate. dun assume that i would be doing this forever. im not that hardup for a friendship. Thereafter, dun expect me to budge, give in or give u the upperhand. i am SO DONE with the lack of acknowledgement on ur part. like i said, want say want. dun want say dun want. dun waste my time and energy.
thanks.
as far as im concerned. i've been nothing but nice, considerate and straightforward with whoever im dealing with. if there's no reason to smile, i dun see a point to. its not that im in a bad mood. but i dun wanna waste my energy lifting up my cheeks for no apparent reason. i talk only when im being spoken to. i dun initiate conversations unless im bored or i need some info outta you.
i make my point clear. if i dun like something and i refuse to go somewhere to meet for dinner/movies/etc, i state it up front. i hate it when people always ANYTHING me. dun give me anything. i hate it. have some opinions of ur own pls. dun want say dun want. want say want. dun anything anything anything. to me, that's even more troublesome. cos nothing gets decided. dun force me to accept things i dun like or want to do. i may succumb to peer pressure, but that doesnt mean i am accepting it happily.
if u promise me something. MAKE SURE U KEEP IT. i'd make sure i do the same and return the favour, and appreciate it if some form of gratitude is shown at the end. im human. i need to feel like my efforts have not gone unnoticed. if u promise something and dun fulfil, trust me when i say i will forever remember it and use it to my advantage in future. yes. i hold grudges. surprise surprise.
There's only so much i can or am willing to do to redeem myself for my wrongdoings before i look completely ridiculous or desperate. dun assume that i would be doing this forever. im not that hardup for a friendship. Thereafter, dun expect me to budge, give in or give u the upperhand. i am SO DONE with the lack of acknowledgement on ur part. like i said, want say want. dun want say dun want. dun waste my time and energy.
thanks.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Marriage
Issit really that important to GET MARRIED? i mean, seriously. why does everyone i meet ask me if
"you have a girlfriend?"
"when are you getting married?"
"you quite good looking what, why not attached? are u gay?"
yeah ok maybe the last one was made up but im sure thats what they wanted to ask...... wah lao i swear. stop asking me these kinda stupid questions. i could ask u the same things
"why did u get married? were u desperate?"
"was it programmed in u?"
"why did u choose to get married, have kids.... and get stuck in a marriage they u are completely unhappy about. and BEING FAT while at it? at least i am skinny and beautful. SHUDDAP AND DIE PLS"
yeah im sure people get married whilst in love, but none of those things last pls. they end up being bitter and they quarrel... wow what a good life. i shud be looking forward to old age quarrelling with someone cos that's SOOOO fun. and u know what's they reason for getting married? "Who's gonna look after u when u are old?" oh wow ok. so now u get married, have kids so that someone will be there to look after u when u are senile and eating ur own faeces? erm ok. what a warped reason. i dun need nobody to look after me. i will just commit suicide if i get too sick. simple.
life's a bitch and then u die. doesnt matter if u are with someone, or not. i rather spend money on MYSELF than to spend it on someone else, thank u very much.
IM FINE BEING SINGLE. PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE.
and ps: i dun like clams. never did, never will. pls get your facts right.
"you have a girlfriend?"
"when are you getting married?"
"you quite good looking what, why not attached? are u gay?"
yeah ok maybe the last one was made up but im sure thats what they wanted to ask...... wah lao i swear. stop asking me these kinda stupid questions. i could ask u the same things
"why did u get married? were u desperate?"
"was it programmed in u?"
"why did u choose to get married, have kids.... and get stuck in a marriage they u are completely unhappy about. and BEING FAT while at it? at least i am skinny and beautful. SHUDDAP AND DIE PLS"
yeah im sure people get married whilst in love, but none of those things last pls. they end up being bitter and they quarrel... wow what a good life. i shud be looking forward to old age quarrelling with someone cos that's SOOOO fun. and u know what's they reason for getting married? "Who's gonna look after u when u are old?" oh wow ok. so now u get married, have kids so that someone will be there to look after u when u are senile and eating ur own faeces? erm ok. what a warped reason. i dun need nobody to look after me. i will just commit suicide if i get too sick. simple.
life's a bitch and then u die. doesnt matter if u are with someone, or not. i rather spend money on MYSELF than to spend it on someone else, thank u very much.
IM FINE BEING SINGLE. PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE.
and ps: i dun like clams. never did, never will. pls get your facts right.
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Where is Wally?
OH BOY yuan lai imma ad campaign model. didnt know my side profile is so ATROCIOUSLY round. tzl. But i think i can rock the runway more.... zdby have a jtc fashion show showcasing our fashionforward employees at career fairs??? i shud suggest for SSS.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
damn these beautiful boys....
Boys of Milan & Paris FW2011 from Justin Wu on Vimeo.
i wanna be one of them too.... even if just for one day. pretty fabulous ain't it..... actually scratch that. let me be david gandy, walk a runway show and i'll die happy.
Monday, January 24, 2011
ramblings...
wow ok i havent been updating for like a week so here's just some ramblings.
my crazy innerds are getting quite troubling. everytime bo dai bo ji LS and constipation.... den now it just aches for no reason. as if someone punched me real hard in the stomach and the insides just... aches. tsk i dun exactly know whats going on but it just doesnt FEEL right. and speaking of which i totally had to take my stool samples to the clinic. OH BOY scooping up ur own shit is NOT FUN. totally was talking to myself in the toilet "oooooh my god ooooh my god wtf wtf wtf"... lab assistant's job totally rocks. hopefully the test comes back fine and i dun actually have to die.
dance wasnt as bad as i thot it would be after returning. i actually quite enjoy it. thou i will deffo die at work the next day. can u imagine.... one dat after dance, i overslept in the mrt going to work. and going back home. double FML. literally just concuss on my seat. i cant even be bothered to give my seat up to pregnant women or old people cos seriously i think i need the seat more.
work's fantastic cos pay increment. YAY. i dun feel like a lowly paid drone now... which is good.
finally FINALLY bought my cny pants at tangs.... totally love it. a bit exp thou but its ok... support local designers. now i just need to find a sailor looking striped sweater or t shirt to complete the look i want.... oh boy zdy have a look for CNY. 2 years ago was geek chic with a bowtie. last year was preppy chic and this year is totally going for the sailor rugged chic. like a self declared theme party. LOVES IT.
met up with my oldest frens from sec school for breakfast at a kopitiam on sat. i know it sounds a bit low class but kinda fun... something diff for a change. totally whacked kway chap and chwee kueh. YUMS... exp brunches are OVERRATED. and then went to meet FHFL at Changi Beach Club for tanning and beer. there was absolutely NO ONE so we had the entire pool to ourselves..... saturdays should always be like this....
ok thats all. BYE!
my crazy innerds are getting quite troubling. everytime bo dai bo ji LS and constipation.... den now it just aches for no reason. as if someone punched me real hard in the stomach and the insides just... aches. tsk i dun exactly know whats going on but it just doesnt FEEL right. and speaking of which i totally had to take my stool samples to the clinic. OH BOY scooping up ur own shit is NOT FUN. totally was talking to myself in the toilet "oooooh my god ooooh my god wtf wtf wtf"... lab assistant's job totally rocks. hopefully the test comes back fine and i dun actually have to die.
dance wasnt as bad as i thot it would be after returning. i actually quite enjoy it. thou i will deffo die at work the next day. can u imagine.... one dat after dance, i overslept in the mrt going to work. and going back home. double FML. literally just concuss on my seat. i cant even be bothered to give my seat up to pregnant women or old people cos seriously i think i need the seat more.
work's fantastic cos pay increment. YAY. i dun feel like a lowly paid drone now... which is good.
finally FINALLY bought my cny pants at tangs.... totally love it. a bit exp thou but its ok... support local designers. now i just need to find a sailor looking striped sweater or t shirt to complete the look i want.... oh boy zdy have a look for CNY. 2 years ago was geek chic with a bowtie. last year was preppy chic and this year is totally going for the sailor rugged chic. like a self declared theme party. LOVES IT.
met up with my oldest frens from sec school for breakfast at a kopitiam on sat. i know it sounds a bit low class but kinda fun... something diff for a change. totally whacked kway chap and chwee kueh. YUMS... exp brunches are OVERRATED. and then went to meet FHFL at Changi Beach Club for tanning and beer. there was absolutely NO ONE so we had the entire pool to ourselves..... saturdays should always be like this....
ok thats all. BYE!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Mr Dec 2011
Yeah so ok... remember last year (oh boy last year) when i told ya i was chosen for JTC's sport calendar photoshoot??? ladies and gents please say hello to.....
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MR DECEMBER 2011
oh boy what a big tummy. the moment i saw this picture i almost VOMITTED. i look like i have a 3 months old baby bump. so disappointed pls. budden when we walked round JTC to give out the calendars all the OFFICE LADIES kept asking me for autograph... tzl cannot take it. YL OLs are addicted to big tummies... so aiyah whatever la it's still quite fun.... another colleague even told me "nubbad at least u are smizing." hahahhaa ZDY SMIZING.
anyway the verdict is out, being a model is NOT EASY AT ALL. kthxbye.
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
after much thought
.... yes ok i am back in DP. i know i know i got no principles..... i've probably said "i'm hanging up my dancing shoes for good" so many times i'm starting to sound like a broken record. but i've considered a LONG looooong time and finally decided whats 9 more weeks? nine weeks will pass super fast and i promised to go back only once a week. shouldn't be that difficult a thing for me to acheive.
what more, months back i promised someone that i would be back if he manages to pull this shit out his ass. and he did. so i am back to fulfill this promise..... my last ditch attempt at redeeming myself. after this..... no more.
what more, months back i promised someone that i would be back if he manages to pull this shit out his ass. and he did. so i am back to fulfill this promise..... my last ditch attempt at redeeming myself. after this..... no more.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Let's not jinx it by calling it RESOLUTIONS
and while we're at it.... let's not try to be over ambitious.
1. never ever skip abs workout when gymming. NEVER EVER.
2. Monday to Thursdays shall henceforth be known as NO CY DAYS. no matter how stressed i am. try la try.... unless public holidays falls on weekdays. then another story. haha.
3. be spontaneous.
4. this year, find a travelling partner. cos the solo thing is pretty damn hardcore.
5. go out LESS with 8gz. LESS. pls. LESSSSSSSSSSS. and more with other people.
6. always order small portion food when out at lunch. no matter how hungry i am. tea break eat fruits!!!
1. never ever skip abs workout when gymming. NEVER EVER.
2. Monday to Thursdays shall henceforth be known as NO CY DAYS. no matter how stressed i am. try la try.... unless public holidays falls on weekdays. then another story. haha.
3. be spontaneous.
4. this year, find a travelling partner. cos the solo thing is pretty damn hardcore.
5. go out LESS with 8gz. LESS. pls. LESSSSSSSSSSS. and more with other people.
6. always order small portion food when out at lunch. no matter how hungry i am. tea break eat fruits!!!
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