annabel chong

great. i did get a little panicky and upset at first when i realised i've totally missed this play that i've been waiting and waiting and waiting for. but its all good now. after reading its reviews, about how its disappointing, superficial and all hype with boobs, i dont feel half as bad anymore.

so since when is gloria interested in porn. she's more than that, really. i cant even barely imagine getting raped at the age of 21. so i dont blame her, honestly. and besides, its a really fine line between porn and art. owell. id get my hands on it, somehow.

ms singapore universe

so ive finally caught ms singapore universe just now on channel 5. wasnt impressed. i mean, theres usually not much to be impressed with to even start. its usually a 2hour pure bitching session about who has toner arms, or who has the faker looker boobs, or who has the straighter teeth kinda thing, my sister and i used to enjoy.

so the girls were the usual, not impressive, as i mentioned earlier. however, what struck me while watching was jonathan leong's rendition of home by chris daughtry. its for a lack of a better singer, that he got in second. or should i say, it was a result of singapore 'manhunt' idol (gag!). i suppose its usually like that aint it. God's always fair. that you're either ugly but smart, or goodlooking and ditzy. in this case, ugly but sing ok. i cant say much about the smart part. because when he sung home, the lyrics hit me hard in the face. it cracked me up so bad, i couldnt stop laughing..

these places and these faces are getting old..

...so i'm going home, i am going home.

and in the midst of that, you'd notice the sadly rejected ones who didnt make it to top 5 strutting their last stance ard the stage. hur hur hur. how appropriate.

shitezer frenzy

crap. i think im so screwed for tmr's paper. i'm totally unprepared. watch me doodle my way through tmr's paper. one could only hope for sympathy marks.

so i'm back at nus. too bad, no entertaining china dude today. though i ended up barely even reading up much. even went mutton briyani hunting at 330 in the morning. darn. i should get my priorities right. i should try chicken the next time. hur hur.

it would be a miracle if im awake during service later. maybe God might just send his angels to constant prod at my fat mutton briyani filled tummy. ooh.

facelift

i should have gone to NUS. i shouldnt have thought that staying home would get me sleepy. darn. i just spent the past 4hours fiddling with my now-very-ugly-looking blog. i could have used that 4 hours better. like revising, or sleeping, or spying on mr china weirdo. but no, i chose to do something absolutely unnecessary. and to top it off, i've got a paper in approx. 9hours. i'm a genius.

Idol Gives Back

Massive Brain Abuse

i need a strong dosage of fun. inject it into my veins, please. hurry.

i've been having dayless nights, or should i say, nightless days. i've been sleeping at like 11ish am, and waking at 6pm. i think i'd do really well in europe. jetlag would be nonexistent.

cant wait for this to be over. we should have human rights against exams. its inhumane i swear. darn it. urghgghghghhhghghghgh..

last night at nus, we witnessed one of the most entertaining moments ever. (i'd wish to say, caught on tape, but no, we didnt) darn. anyhoo, this china dude takes like breaks every 15mins. he'd walk a round around the business block and back into his MBA lounge. he does really random things like talking out loud to himself, walking up towards our bench to peer over our shoulders, folding up his sleeves and taking short 10m jogs every now and then. oh, and he even manages some giant kickass gongfu kicks in between. man, what does taking an MBA do to these people. no wonder they need private lounges. not for their comfort, but to protect the innocent outside! yeah! i dont feel as bad anymore, not being able to enter, stranded outside to fend viscious mozzies no more. yeah!

a pocket full of posies poses

Episode john 1.03

JOHN: Hey UGLY, free stupid, MENTAL, hao lian, SPG, TYPICAL loser AUNTIE, spoilt brat gal::::: You're so free and have no life. I don't have time to read one word from a loser, TYPICAL, hao lian(WANT TO SEE MY PHOTOS) LOSER like yourself. I only repeat my master pieces here for your brain, hopfeully you can ponder and leran your lesson, don't play with adults and DON'T REPEAT YOUR UGLY LESSON FROM YOUR MUMMY, WHO USED TO WEAR THE PANTS AT HOME AND RIDE YOUR FATHER AS A DONKEY, TILL SHE BROKE UP THE FAMILY, and now you're raised by FEMINIST LOSER like yourself!

Remember, SPGs like yourself are opening up for us foreigners to take it all, as younger than yourself, they just can't till they get 18, and chase me everywhere, espl your Chinese race, your SPGs love to eat and suck up the white MEAT!!! Can you deny that?Isn't that what you wanted from my pics???? You wanted to see how white I'm white so that you'll chase me all night LONG for something you BELIVE is much LONGer than your local one!!!!I can't write enough about YOU SPG and your ugly sisters in the SPGing, they're all UGLY as YOU"RE!Ciao UGLY Gloy!!!!

alright. maybe Sunand was right. i shouldn't have even bothered. i should report him to friendster's spamming. hahah.

stupid caltex

pretty clouds huh.

today was a great morning to be up and about. its always a wonder to marvel at God's creations. you know, like it never fails to amaze you how beautiful and clear the morning sky can get.

so eva and i made a resolution. that is to wake up early after exams for morning walks. why morning walks? dont ask. she was fascinated by those who did in the morning while waiting for the bus at 630am yesterday. so yes, we're gonna go for morning walks after exams. haha. and according to her, we're gonna bake regularly too!

she proudly declared that she was once an f&n student. she got me there for a mere second till her next sentence came out. "so glor, which betty cocker should we buy?" hahaha, stupid girl. thats not baking, thats cheating. haha.

so thats that. i still cant believe we got so much done this morning. had a good ol mac's breakfast at KAP this morning. and kap has became so fugly. bleah. it totally lost it's family cheeriness appeal. to me at least. bah. its so oxymoronic now. like classy macs. its like expensive bata, or smart eva. hahah.

got to sim's library to borrow books too! like at 845am. it was rather cool i must say. ive havent been on sim's grounds ever at that time before. haha. i even had the privilege in waking jay up. now that, i must say, is rather awesome. to think ive known him for so long. haha!

went down to simply bread to pick cheques up and searched frantically for a car wash before sending eva home. frantically because i had petrol spilt all over my car. i didnt quite wanna die getting blown up whilst driving so young. we went to get the petrol pumped up in the morn, and the stupid dude, instead of tending to my car, he chugged it down my car and tended to another. fine i guess. since they do that all the time anyway. but when i was at the cashier, i saw the petrol mega overflowing. i suddenly had a freaking waterfall spitting out of my car. imaging how much petrol that was! and he didnt even realise it till some other guy called out to him. bahhh, and they insisted that i paid for the petrol, saying that it wasnt their fault. so you're trying to say its mine? thats stupid. i managed to argue my way out somehow. darn you caltex. how dare you.
so there, i had petrol all over my car. i was the least impressed, honestly. i mean, dont come pouring petrol over my car and charge me for it telling me it aint your fault. bahh!

clouds? or massive bird shit attack on car?

thank God it was merely the snow car wash. hur hur.

Episode john 1.02

JOHN: Sorry! Did I forgot to mention that you're so FREE in my last message to you? If Yes, let me tell you know that you're super free, silly little gal, who's trying to act NOT her age, this is why I'm calling you ANUNTY!

I usually don't give silly, free, hao lian, stupid little gals what they want, but this one is just a little thing!

But My PICTURES, for what! For someone typical, cheap, no quality, free, SPG, hao lian like yourself! Na! No, Nope liao!!!! <---[ haha, sorry, this just cracks me up. nope liao! how bad can his english get!]

Once again boring, typical, hao lian spoilt brat AUNTY, you'ren't here cos you're interested in making REAL friends, nor activity partners at all, BUT to show off your little misrable life! Go out and have a life, don't come here and think you can play with adults without scars!You can pretend to be auntie with your litlle ones, you can wear the pants at home with your single MUMMY out there! DON'T THINK THAT EVERY SINGLE MAN IS LIKE YOUR FATHER, WHO LET YOUR MUMMY RIDE HIM LIKE A DOMNKEY, AND PERHAPS NOW YOU'RE RAISED BY A HER alone, that's why you're a BIG LOSER now!Grow up and be like your mummy and you'll pay the price, unless you can get a loser local guy, who'll be acting as a donkey like your father and your family story family cycle will be repeated!You're the reason why I believe in GOD, FIRSTLY cos you're as an UGLY local Chinese, SPG, hao lian, spoilt brat asking for a photo and instead you should look at yourself, and ask GOD why HE created you in such UGLY, poor quality silly little gal, secondly, how can you supposed to be a human walking on 2 legs, but you've got the brain and mentality so bad, and so stupid WORSE than any ANIMAL!

I'M A BELIVER!!!!

GLORYO: wait, before i even begin, i've realised there are way too many things i dont understand, things i cannot comprehend. you've honestly gotta explain yourself.

free? i am too free? if i recall correctly, i'm 22. that being said, i'm still in school. and all my life revolves around are carefree days that entails a little studying every now and then. you? on the other hand, you're 31. and by the general census, you should be working your ass off to keep yourself afloat. so if you're calling me free, what does that make you? because it is alright for me to have too much time on my hands. for you, who knows, really. that is, of course, if you are employed to begin with.

"trying to act not her age". - hmm, so according to you, i should be an oscar nominee. since i'm so good at ACTING as a smartass, and not acting my age. i should take that as a compliment aye? though i still dont get how i'm not 'acting' my age. and since you're calling me aunty, that means i'm 'acting' too old yes? so tell me, how on earth did you derive at that? maybe, perhaps, that me, the 22year old, is making a whole load more sense than your nonsensical unnecessary absurd claims about my parents and your halfwitted stands of arguement against someone who merely asked to see your photo. if i'm being to mature for my age, shouldnt you flip sides and realise how childish you are instead?

"but this one is just a little thing" - what is? my gosh, you got me there. im absolutely clueless as to what you're even talking about. haha!

"typical, cheap, no quality, free, SPG, hao lian " - please, go buy yourself some creative juices. you need more adjectives than these. its getting old. though i still dont see how the SPG comes into play. you might wanna explain that. however, i obviously can tell you have no basis for judgement. maybe its because those are the only few words you can come up with. you know, that every screwed up girl should be an spg. since spgs are bad stuff. so bad girl eqivilates spg. haha, hmm. and you mentioned how i can fool local men but not foreigners like you. if i am as you claim i am, fooling local men still doesnt equate to being an spg. and if i dont fool you, it doesnt make me an spg either because spgs DO fool foreigners, which in this case, means you.
"miserable little life". in what way would my life be miserable? trust me, im having a ball of a time making a mockery out of this. so even if my life was miserable before, it definitely isnt now!
"go out and have a life..play with adults with scars" - haha, unless you're in heaven, every body has scars. and every scar tells a tale. so whats there to be afraid of? and if you're the i'm-too-fragile, scarred adult you claim you are, what the hell are you doing talking to me?

now here comes the part that's totally tasteless and uncalled for. was that necessary insulting my parents like that? i dont go around calling your mom a whore and your dad a whimp do i? too bad if it happened to you, but dont imply your sorrowful family background on everyone. i cant help it if you've got too painful a past to deal with, that you've gotta speak from a third party perspective, using my life as a assumption of yours. you're telling me to grow up? maybe you should do the same.

you seem to hate locals dont you. seems to me that being local is an awful thing. so why on earth are you in Singapore then, if the people here are unbearable?

if by being an ugly, SPG, local, hao lian, chinese spoilt brat makes you believe in God, then id be just that. with glory and pride even. that a tragic soul like you would be saved from burning in eternal hell.

and if my mentality and nonexistent brain is lower than the lowest of animals (animals are smart, btw, if you havent realised), and that you had to resort to name calling because you were incapable of reasoning out logically like me or like any 31 year old should be able to, tell me then, what does that make you?

Episode john 1.01

and so i've been talking to this john dude on friendster. i cant imagine what warped people there are in this world we live in. this is absolutely entertaining. trust me on this. ;)

JOHN: Salut! I'd like to know you as a friend, and activity partner, if you do sports as well!

GLORYO: haha, you could start by having a photo. and yea, we could play squash sometime perhaps.

JOHN: hahah... are you really interested in meeting Men, Friends and Activity partners as per your profile OR My Photo to fall madly in love with it!!????

GLORYO: ah, i smell that egoistical stench reeking in the corner. haha. why not? there can never be enough things to do, people to meet, can there? besides, if your photo IS worthy of falling madly in love with, you would have placed it up a long time ago

here comes the really weird part.

JOHN: ahhh...feel free to smell your shitt any time you want!I knew from your first message that you're acting as A SMART ASS, and I've given you the opportunity to prove me right!

You're that typical, spoiled brat local gal, who thinks foolishly that people owe her something!

No! And if your mummy is wearing the pants at home, or you can play with your local guys, don't think you can do the same with foreigners! You, and SPGs like yourself open up everything just once they see us, we don't even have to talk to YOU!Only "Hao Lian" like yourself think in this stupid way, that if someone doesn't show pics, so he/she must be ugly! I don't have to entertain free, hao lian, SPG, spoilt brat like yourself!So, go to hell and have a life, you free loser, and don't paly with adults, AUNTY!

GLORYO: haha, interesting indeed. its a pity, however, that people like you aint complete with that tinge of humour.

now lets disect whatever you said chronologically. from head to toe, tail to end.

i was acting as a smart ass from the first msg? by agreeing to a squash game makes me one? cool, id agree to more in the future then.

typical? spoilt? perhaps. its amazing how you are able to gather ever so quickly a sum of adjectives that according to you, would summarise my entire life.

spg like myself? hah, i should add that to the collection of name calling you've very generously bestowed upon me. trust me, im actually enjoying this. and you dont have to talk to me, or reply me, even, but i cant change the fact that you've already did. or that you've been formulating your viscious comeback right from the start. behold, darlin. why the anger? think about it, i mentioned nothing about you being ugly. i cant help it if you've got self confidence issues to deal with either. and honestly, i'm having trouble deciphering who's worse. the girl who wanted nothing more but a squash partner, who maybe, tainted your ego (sorry, if anything), or the one who lashed out unreasonably, who started the name calling, who even brought my mother into the situation, looked down on spgs (though im not saying they do deserve the highest of honour either), who banished me to hell (indirectly asking me to die), yet told me to get a life. how contradictory! and of course, someone who seems to believe wholeheartedly that ugly people cannot fall in love. its tragic, aint it.

so if someone were to ask about your photo, and in return, get a truckful of crap back, doesnt that have alot to do with your own self respect and pride, dont you think. to jump into defense so readily and assume someone's calling you ugly. too bad you're not at peace with the way you look perhaps. so maybe, just maybe, before you start bursting out at someone, you might wanna start by taking a look at your inner self first. that if you dont feel perfect the way you are, then perhaps meeting someone totally unknown wouldnt be that great a choice for you. we're all somewhat beautiful in one way or another. its up to you to believe whether thats true or not.

all the best then, in your quest of finding whats true. till then, i'd hope you'd make peace with yourself. dont make me think that God is capable of making mistakes, by creating you.

ps: was calling me aunty supposedly insulting? haha, belive you me, coaching swimming for 5 years have gotten me used to that.

now, somebody, save me please! before i die from laughter.

aunty lorliaaaaA!!!

i guess spending the weekend trying to explain why i was in the hospital for my knees wasnt that bad a deal after all.

haha, everyone went, why? what knees? what happened?? and i went, she popped out? and they're like.. REALLY? what happened, rugby? squash? what??

and i go, yeah, my niece popped out on friday.

haha. fun.

i guess the term aunty lorlia, has never been more apt. aw. my tiny little cabbage patch kid.

so there she is. my little natalie nutella!

isnt she the sweetest? even her eyebrows look plucked...even her eyes are bigger than mine! darn!

happy 22nd!

it was finally THE DAY. the day that we've been planning for so long. that I'VE been planning for so long at least. 3 whole mega days of sending secret msges and answering calls in front of ben was not my idea of fun. haha, 3 days. 3 crazily long days. finally, over! but it was good. it was worth the anticipation. haha, at the very least, the surprise didnt end like the muffin situation.

<----- i should teach batman to smile properly aye. haha.


anyhoo, gathered everyone at the swiss. it was good. i think i'd make quite a good manager. delegated everything out well. haha. like, i had glen who was incharge of strength count. and like oli, my logistics personnel. hahha. sweet. she got us a gorgeous cake with a little rugby bear on it and a ton of balloons. i had expected the usual rubber balloons kind. or at least, a mix of those. like one cartoon one and the rest the rubber ones. but she got all of those plasticy helium ones. it was cool. the giant happy birthday elmo one could even sing! hahaha.

so yay for that. dinner went well. i think half of all the sashimi and durian puree went to all of us. hur hur. 13 to be exact. it was gooooood.

got ourselves down to ballymoons after. had my cider. ooh. and since the guys made a dedication to ben with the one lady, acoustic band. she started singing 'kiss me' by sixpence and insisted that ben went up to kiss her. haha! i had my fun watching. she wasnt exactly the prettiest ever either. so that made it twice as fun. hur hur. the guys couldnt stop laughing.

we had random guys/girls at the bar buying ben drinks. so it was cool. some even said we looked like siblings. haha! ah well. all in all, thank God everything went well.

happy birthday darlin!

bladder on vacation

its 830am and i just got home after getting stuck in a stupid morning jam. im so tired im gonna faint. spent the night at nus. we concluded that our brains and my bladder went to manila for a holiday. yes, my bladder. no, my brains aint in my ass/down there region. i just havent pee-ed yet the entire night. and ive had like a huge green tea all to myself and a bottle of water too. so yes, im certain it vapourised somewhere. i must be perspiring green tea now. haha.

though i didnt get ALOT done, it was a start. a good start. finally finished the case study for SQ. helped tim with some photoshop bit and fried whatever remnants of brains i had left.

sweet.

round 2 tonight. i hope i'll last.

surprise surprise

i'm tired. i woke too early. or at least, i couldnt get to bed comfortably last night.

cupcakes: $17
tealight candles: $4
climbing over an alarm secured gate: $1000000 (if i got caught)

surprising an expectant grouchy half asleep ben: worthless

its not fun when surprises dont come as surprises any longer. 3 years isn't long, but hell yes when it comes to anticipating things like that. sigh. like ben always tells me, he'd always be 3 steps ahead of me. blah.

i could use a happier and more delightful face. i know he had a tiring day, and though he had expected it, a smile would have been sufficient to jusitfy the effort put in. i mean, he was happy. he did show it. maybe i just expected more. picture a excited crazy pup awaiting its owner only to have a rolled up newspaper thrown in its ass for being too hyper. get the drift.

maybe, just maybe, i would surprise him next time, by not surprising him at all.

bah.

and you'd always think you're right..

urgh!

why do parents always try to justify their wrongdoings by saying its for your own good. or that they'll assume that its for the better.

its so stupid. i had all these perfect glass pieces of shattered vodka, gin, chivas bottles and heineken mugs all ready for my would be perfect mosiac art that i was so intending to do once i got everything else ready.

and when i finally wanna get down to doing it, she said she threw it all away since i havent touched it for a week and presumed i didnt want it anymore. screw you mom. so everything that you dont touch for a week, id throw it away too? huh?!

urgh! i hate this. now im stuck with a tub of grout and a freaking expensive lacquer. urgh!

tanglin halt scandal

picture this.

after dinner with faith, i walked to the car and found a couple argueing just behind it. they didnt look like your ordinary ahbeng ahlian fight. neither did they resemble an average joe with a usually not so pretty sally. and it wouldnt even make a difference if they did look good or not. this was way better. this was a fight pumped with rage and jealousy. an affair, a juicy one, between a typical middle age chinese dude and.. and..
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and his maid..

hur hur.

and i, neh ni neh ni boo boo, I.. I witnessed it.

hur hur.

maid (in her half english half fillipino fit): why your wife's and daughter's picture in your wallet?! how come you not yet take them out yet?? $$#^%$7 (whatever she said after in her unknown lang)

pissed off chinese dude: because i love my daughter! (notice failure to mention wife)

maid: I DONT CARE! I WANT MY PICTURE IN IT!

pissed off chinese dude: (stomps off)

hur hur, this is classic..



maid: COME BACK HERE! I WILL CUT OFF YOUR BIRDBIRD I TELL YOU!

fiery lovers they are. but mess with them, and their years of butchering skills might just come in handy.

campfire's fats burning

the past week has been good. good in a healthy way, kinda good. i think ive exercised enough to make up for the entire year's worth. haha. awesome.

ran twice this week, through the whole round mt faber route again, had touch training with ngee ann since we're done with sim training for now due to exams, and a 5 hour frisbee training. it was good, goood, goooood. too bad rod and i didnt photo whore during frisbee. it would have been fun. weather was awesome too. ah, girlie, you would have wanted to be there. whether or not you like frisbee. even pup would have loved it too. haha!

and of course, i finally gymmed today with faith at keppel club. its like, i dont know. strangely nostlagic. not of my psycho days in the gym with selwyn, just the act of even doing weights all over again. and the feeling you get after a good gym work out. its, i dont know, satisfying. liberating. i could use more gym sessions.

cant wait for touch tmr again!

bloody bank

i cant believe they rejected me again. blah! dont likee. said my iron count was too low. like below the usual low even. usually, the healthy density rate would be like 12 and above. like serene who always reaches a 13. i wonder what she eats! and like, maybe 11 lowest if its low especially for pmsing females. maybe its because they're less dense while having their periods thats why they're quicker with bitchy come backs. must be. body cant deal with sudden surge of smartness. haha.

anyhoo, thats that. i got rejected. and i was bored and didnt wanna leave the room so i started taking random pics. hur hur. like contender no. 1. kio save me lin!

she looks awfully ill and hospitalish here. haha. and yay! she got rejected too after the nurse took 20years attempting to find her vein. yay for company, boo for all those thirsty for her o+ blood. which, we would normally think, hey, no biggie, but blood bank IS strangely in need of o+. guess when ure the universal doner blood group, bigger demand, despite big supply.

next up!

happy tiny first timer jo! tiny indeed coz she got rejected too! hahah, first timer, i dont blame her. nurse claims she doesnt exercise enough for veins to be prominent. worse than kio. hur hur. but yay again! though rare blood group. haha.

so that leaves us with serene. dense heavy weight serene. with a iron count of 13. who knows what. serene iron koh. ting ting ting! our sole survivor, winner for the night!

haha, i have to get my iron back in shape. maybe some welding would help. hur hur. darn it, and the nurse said i eat too little meat. like what the hell! i live on meat. i live FOR meat. yeah right i dont eat enough meat! boo! :(

spotted something really dumb though. heheh, hilarious.

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thats the bloody droplet telling you that you're unfit to donate if you've had sex with multiple partners. ie, no promiscuous doners allowed.

hur hur, this is even funnier. no gay sex allowed. haha. i love stick figures. ------------>

so since we didnt get to donate, and serene still insisted that we should go get some beer anyway, we got down to brewerkz. ah, my lovely beloved tower after way too long. i miss thee!

where's everyone?

this is funny, its 3pm, and im home talking to people from all over the world. like joy who's in australia, and jane, in vancouver, and justin, in southern france, and christine, in san fran. this is cool. i heart technology. haha!

here comes the not so cool part then. what happened to everyone in singapore?

kid me, not.

so thats seb's version of me with my treebranch arms. or extra hands as he would call it. haha, he's so silly. he claims ive got an entire spartan army hiding in my swollen wrist. now that would be interesting.

i miss being stupid. i mean, everyone knows what a retard i can be, but i miss being absolutely retarded. with no expectations of acting sane. its as if we've grown to this stage where being stupid would equvilate as being childish. spending 5hours last night talking to seb about absoutely nothingness made me realise that. aw. i miss christine. she would understand full well.

and then he did a portrait of me and cat, of my msn picture. it turned out looking so much like seb kong instead. ahaha. it was hilarious. just wished we could be 12 again. where things like kissing jane's younger brother seemed like a scary dare. hah, those were the days. the days where everything seemed fun and exciting. this whole growing up thing really isnt working for me. but since i cant reverse time, it'd be a better option to live it out and embrace it aye?

all by myself..dont wanna be..

i spent the entire day alone today. maybe it was because i got inspired by christine's trip to phoenix alone. or that i really had errands to run that could no longer wait, either way, whatever it was, i enjoyed it.

i mean, i have always preferred shopping alone, or walking around somewhere alone. though many would beg to differ. gives me my own space and time to think and reflect. and i ended up discovering new things too! it was fun. everyone should do it! haha.

i had to get down to the MND complex to pick ben's ezlink card up. waited a long while for them to get the papers done before i could sign it. but i did. and spotted this huge red building just infront of where i was. pretty! reminded me of the monoprix in paris. the overhanging trees, design and architecture. gorgeous.

and then it dawned on me that it wa sthe red dot museum! ive been wanting to check that place out for goodness knows how long. but by the time i went in, it was like 5ish. and they close at 6. so no point paying to go in anyway. and i was certain i could find company like lionel to check the place out with me.

and like i said, since i was there, i my as well check the place out first. i had to sneakily take my pictures. it became habitual since i would think its a univeral rule of no cameras in museums yes?

i took brochures and made sure of the exhibitions that were ongoing. they seemed rather interesting. and of course, it seems to be like a trend in singapore to have cafes and bars in museums. and so, i stumbled upon a few, which were boring, the usual franchised cafes, apart from this bar called the artery. my phone did a pathetic job at encapsulating it, but it sure was pretty!

lionel promised we'd do it on wed. but it looking very much like bar doesnt seem all that enticing anymore. i think after the whole suicidal alcohol bottles inccident, drinking just hasnt been all that appealing anymore.

i had to rush down to the gateway building to pick up the exilim before they closed so i couldnt explore further. they did close on me however, but ah, gloria always has her way around things. it was good. this was the 5th time i was getting the camera repaired, and i still didnt have to pay anything for it. and its been 3 years! haha. i think ive got like a lifetime warranty with casio. hur hur. so that was good.


trotted around arab st. i was trying to find like old posters. or any poster shop for that matter. singapore could use more poster shops! i should set one up. its annoying. i went through an entire street of textiles. reminded me of vietnam. haha. checked out blujazz, the place we were going to for gracie's birthday and made my way down to bras besar.



passed by a poster making shop however. i went in to check the prices out for printing a vinyl bilboard thing that i wanna do for my room. 180 bucks for a 4 by 8 feet. nah, no way i was gonna pay for such an extravagant yet unnecessary thing for my rented abode. those the stuff they had in there were rather cool i must say.

i should paint one of those cool mutated guitar looking things in my room instead aye. that would be awesome. haha, if i do find the time and effort to do so.



anyhoo, made my way down to bras besar. and theyve exapanded popular! its mighty big now. like 4levels! the first floor even resembled borders. and they even changed their heartlander name to popculture. haha. wasnt as big, however, but i did manage to find my photoshop book! so that was good. so yay for me! it was 60mighty bucks tho. i so badly need a job. i mean, i even missed going for the phantom because im too broke. i can never understand how i used to be able to afford living so comfortably, eating at restaurants as and when, shopping every other week and cabbing everywhere back in poly. maybe teaching swimming was THAT lucrative. but still! boo :(

at least, now i know its almost the same price as my textbooks. i should get mom to pay aye? haha.



i found this bible there as well. it was called iconnect. it was a NLT bible. but why did it remind me so much of the whole ipod craze thing. the ipod, iluv, ieverything! haha. iconnect. maybe its their new marketing campaign to make a bible more hip and happening. who knows. haha.

i checked out art friend but couldnt find my grout for the montage of broken glass i wanted to make out of my smashed up alcohol bottles. so too bad. checked out guit prices at sweelee, whatever its called, and headed to vivo. i was starving, ben said he'll meet me for dinner, but it was like 8ish by then. bleah.

all in all, though the day ended up with no food, i quite enjoyed myself. i could use more of days like these.

videoezy warehouse sale

now somebody say yay! and quickly tie me to a chair before i screw my exams over!

sentosa

pepsi cola 1,2,3, frisbee and a bottle of vodka was all we needed for an awesome night out at the beach. thanks guys. it was worth getting sand in my underwear at 4am in the morning.

Eloi Eloi

The hour is near
and sorrow overwhelms me to the point of death
Humbly i take this cup
Would they understand?
Or would they reject our love, reject our grace oh Lord
Yet not my will, but Yours be done

Betrayed, disowned,
Mocked by the ones we made to love,
Those you sent me to save
But this has taken place that Scriptures be fulfilled
This is my blood of the new covenant
That your sins may be forgiven

GRACE AMAZING, LOVE DIVINE
THE LIGHT OF LIFE NOW CRUCIFIED
BEARING EVERY SHARD OF SIN
PIERCED THAT WE MAY LIVE AGAIN

Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachtani?
My God, why have You forsaken me?
But Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do..

Jocelyn Ong 2007

gloria alcoholic ngoi

this was so not funny. i was the least bit impressed with the situation. i mean, come on man! after returning from training all muddy and gross and tired, i had to come home to this. worse still, i spent the entire day unpacking stuff to my new shelves. apparently that ass didnt do too well a job and everything came tumbling down. i swear it was just more than that. bahh! how could it be that only my bottles of alcohol fell? :( very upset. very very upset.

it was a very trying week yet again. i spent an entire day clearing up my room on tues, then on wed, the drilling guy came to fix up shelves. so the entire room was messed up once again. spent yet another day clearing up the drill dust and mess. then spent the whole of thursday morning unpacking, went for training, and i came home to this. sigh. EVERYTHING was sticky and gross. and sitting in my room could get you high. and it stank badly of kalua. now the smell of it, or baileys even would get me nauseous.

i had to throw away my rug, and other stuff that soaked up the alcohol. like the boxful of md's things and old letters. it was tragic, but time to move on hey.

and it wasnt just losing the vast amount of alcohol. it was like, losing sentimental stuff too. like my 20th birthday vodka. or the bottle of bombay sapphire that jane got for me when she was back in singapore. or the bottle of tequilla they hid in my crumpler bag for my 21st birthday. or the heineken mug i got from amsterdam. things like that that really urked me. and the horrid mess i had to clear! everywhere had glass shards. i could barely walk anywhere near it. and least to say, the m&ms that were in my 20th bday vodka bottle. which actually got me thinking. coz if water and alcohol could get old paint stains off my floor, how come it didnt get rid of the m&m stains? haha. now ive got a multicoloured floor. its disgusting. it really is.

even my mother felt my pain. she said she couldnt imagine how people could survive earthquakes and floods if just losing bottles of alcohol was this painful. she can be rather empathatic at times.

so ive lost 3 and a half bottles of absolut vodka, 1 bottle of kalua, 1 bottle of gin, 1 bottle of chivas, 5 empty vodka bottles, my heineken mug from amsterdam, 2 small heineken tealight candle holders that i stole during kios birthday, my 20th birthday vodka bottle that the rest made and a dented special edition gold blingbling vodka bottle i got when we visited vietnam last year. sigh... someone, please nurse my broken heart.

monica

i think i'm addicted to ironing. or maybe just the whole housework thing. i am rather obsessive with things looking neat. which is strange, because i'm hell messy all the time. its weird. i think i'm neat in a messy way. like i know where things are under heaps of books and clothes. these surges of monica-ness comes in waves. it hits you suddenly. and things that never seemed to matter, like 3 weeks worth of unironed, unfolded clothes piled up in a heap on the bed suddenly seem to annoy you like crazy. i spent the entire day ironing clothes. and when ive finished ironing them, i ran through everything picking those that werent good enough. and i ironed them again. it became a cycle. i'm becoming obsessive. but hey, im thinking its rather therapeutic. yes?