Wish me luck.

Don't ask me why. But just do.

Wish me luck.

And perhaps I might achieve a little dream after all.

Worst Dating Lines.

1. A male Milkmaid.
"Let me churn thy butter!!"

2. A Male Viking. With pointy hat and all.
"Let me help you reach those high notes!" *rubs horns*

3. A convict with chain and ball at his crotch.
"Aww that's just my ball you should take a look at my chain!!"

Adventure

Last night marked my first foray into Lung Cancer Paradise.

a.k.a. China Black @ Pacific Plaza.

With Shao, Kishy, Darius.

It felt kinda weird to be queuing up there, when for the longest time I'd been on the other side of the glass panel, admiring the beautiful people there.

Amongst the people queuing up there, there was this one lady who stood up. Apparently she was part of the staff there I think. She had on, white cowboy hat, white tight t-shirt, white tight short shorts, and white boots.

In Kishy's words: "Can I spank her ass?"

That wasn't my initial reaction though. When I first saw her, she came across as a really hot line dancer. Lol.

Now, why do I call China Black the Lung Cancer Paradise?

Because 90% of the people there were smoking away, leaving us poor non-smokers inhaling their foul exhalations.

Now. I had 3 shots of Tequila. 1 glass of bourbon coke.

I swear. Alcohol helps to loosen up the muscles, and lower all sorts of inhibitions.

Yes yes, I danced. Get over it already. lol.

And for some strange reason, females seemed especially appealing. EVERY SINGLE DAMN ONE. Strange. It was most difficult trying not to stare. lol.

I left the place at 3am I think. Smelling like a chimney.

I still want to go again though.

Quotable Quotes

Stupid Salesgirl at Orchard...

"Oh..the jeans come in different sizes you know! and the t shirts too!"

A certain friend of mine...

Me: I'll go swimming with my friend after she has her menopause.

Certain Friend of Mine (a look of absolute ignorance): Which will be when? Next week ah?

Mummy...


"Aiyah, those pau, 50 cent. At night throw in your mouth, next morning come out your backside. So waste money."

Msg From Me. To Me.

But since you been gone
I can't breathe you for the first time
I'm so movin' on yeah yeah
Thanks to you now I get what I want
Since you been gone.

You had your chance you blew it
Out of sight, out of mind
Shut your mouth I just can't take it
Again and again and again and again.

Goodbye.

OOOOOOOOh.

Funny. First night after SIP, everyone I know is zonked out. I get similar stories from almost everyone.

"Oh..I reach home so tired I just bathe ate and fell asleep."

Funny. I did more or less the same thing, choir practice notwithstanding.

Here's an interesting quote from a conversation I had with colleague and boss.

Colleague: I'm taking a part time course in Trust and Probate.

Me: Why do you wanna learn about dead people and their belongings for?

Boss (who overheard me): That's what this *gestures to air around her* is all about!! *laughs*

Lol.

I hope everyday is fun.

Oh no. It's dress down Friday.

What do I wear?

Quotable Quote.

Kit and I met Paul, a friend from Hai Sing on our way to dinner. During the course of that event, Paul managed to send Kit up the wall. Here's what he said.

Paul, to Kit: Do you shave your eyebrows?

Kit (screaming): NO!!!

Paul, after staring at Kit for a minute: Do you have jaundice?

Kit (screaming): NO!!!

*Gulp*

Attachment starts tomorrow. I'm

Scared;
Excited;
Nervous.

Kay also did me a huge favour just now. *sniggers* Especially when I honestly had not thought of doing so.

Kay...

I LOVE YOU!!!

haha. I can't wait for SIP to start, Kay's favour not being the only reason. Another reason is that I am going to be paid. I need money. Owe various sums to various people, one being my very annoying mother.

I have a problem right now. I'm too awake to sleep. And it's almost midnight. Shit.

To all other Law Students about to embark on their SIP, and to those who have already done so: Good luck, and may everyone not have to be Ultra Supplies Photocopy Uncles and Aunties.

Lay.

I want to just lie down and close my eyes and not think of anything.

I want to say sorry for being a lousy friend. But I don't think that sorry is enough.

I want to apologise for being so useless.

I want to apologise for not being there when you needed me.

I want to apologise for not being the friend I should have been.

I didn't know that you could pack up and leave just like that.

I just wish this did not have to happen.

Lost.

I look at the world through weary eyes.

Eyes that have seen too much. Eyes that have known too many different sights. Everything in front of me is tainted with the what-has-beens.

Is there nothing in this world that doesn't spell gratification? Where everyone everywhere simply seeks to fulfill his wants?

"Please, don't just walk away.
Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today.
I can see so much of me still living your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lives?"

It's times like this where I feel that I'm awfully alone, that I will never find anyone who will understand my story.

I have a whole yarn to spin, and yet I'm only 19. Strange, I feel as if I should be someone much older.

I look at some others around me. They seem so innocent now, so ignorant. What I would give to have that innocence. What I would give to be ignorant, even if only for a day. They laugh, they joke and they play. Of course, I do the same. But deep down inside, I'm being eaten from the inside. It's a tough weight to carry.

There are times when all seems fine, just for that crystal moment. And then, reality strikes, and I feel myself separated by an invisible panel. Touch, but see not. See, but touch not.

I would pray for amnesia. I would pray to forget everything.

"But now it's just another show
You leave them laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away..."

Quotable Quote.

Kit, on having some sense of "colonialism" still in her.

"Don't you find that a turn on? Don't you find me appealing?"

Me: *collapses in helpless laughter*

Then I realise that there had been a misunderstanding, and that the turn on bit was supposed to refer to looking at hot ang mohs. Lol.

Of course, Kit had to do something interesting.

"Since we're on the topic, do you think I'm hot?" *cue earnest glare from her*

Me: *stunned silence*

Weight Loss.

Here's what I just read.

"With diet modifications and new exercise inducements, such as hiding food in baskets and other sites that require some work to reach, Maggie has slimmed down a bit and is now believed to weigh a little over 8,000 pounds (3.6 tonnes).

"We estimate that she lost maybe 1,000 pounds (454 kg)," Lampi said."

Amazing weight loss isn't it?

Of course, I'm talking about an elephant here. :P

Best Bitch.

Think women are the best bitches?

You are so wrong.

The best bitches can all be found playing games like Warcraft III.

That's right. They are mostly male. And the guys are the ones that will bitch at each other.

It often starts when one party appears to be losing and one of the members will probably say something like...

Lose: You pple are pussies! Fucken bastards!

Something along those lines. Ooh, I also had Ameri-glish defanged for me today. Apparently, Fucken is slang for fucking. Well gee. Can't americans use fucking without feeling like they must change it so it's original? Weirdos.

But anyway, the cursing and swearing will degenerate into each party telling the other to go back to school, or that the other party is a 13 year old, or "I'll beat the fuck out of you pussy so shut the fuck up!!"

I can almost see them with sweat running down their head, eyes slightly bloodshot, and panting heavily.

Quite entertaining to watch. It's also one of the few reasons why I play online games.

Nightmare on Home Street.

Thin wood smacks onto young, sun-browned skin. Again. And again. A thin cry rings through the air.

"Why can't you do anything properly? You can't score A's, you can't help with housework, you dream when you do homework! You're useless! USELESS!!"

The caning continues, the little boy wilting with each blow, both verbal and physical.

It seems a loveless life that he leads, where fathers die, and daughters are valued more than useless little boys.

He hates his sister. Everything is given to her: toys, money, new clothes, love. And he? The broom to clean the floor with, the rag to wipe the windows, the singlet that ah boy next door used to wear, and hate.

Everyday the wretched one will receive at least one caning. Everyday he dreams that the woman he calls "Mother" will change, and treat him with love.

It never happens.

One day, he decides to be vindictive. He purposely spills boiling water on his hated sister, and scalds her leg in the process.

As expected, Mother runs right out with the cane, and proceeds to provide him with the beating of his life.

Suddenly, he snatches the cane from Mother, and screaming in blind fury, he starts caning her, to show her what she has been providing him all this while.

"Stop caning me!! I've had enough!! Why is it that all other mothers love their children, but you hate me and must cane me everyday? Why is it I do not satisfy? When I am slow in doing chores, it's because I'm exhausted from working so long! When I score 89/100, you scream and cane and ask me why I can't score 90!! When I do my homework and dream, it's because I'm figuring out how to do the damn question!! Don't you understand? Why can't you love me? Why must you keep hitting me with the damn cane?"

All the while, he is hitting her the cane relentlessly, bottled anger of years finally loosing itself.

Abruptly, he jumps away from her, cane in hand, wiping tears from his eyes.

Mother painfully sits down on a chair, and defiantly shouts "Come! You want love?! Come here! I'll give you whatever you want!!"

The world crashes around him, as he finally realises that his mother will never change.

Tears flow unbidden from his eyes once more...

And with a start, I jump up in my bed. I look around wildly, half expecting a cane to come whipping towards me, held by a cold and heartless woman.

That's when I realise, my cheeks are wet with tears, and that I am crying in anguish for the poor boy who finds no love from the one person who should be bursting to the seams with it.

That's when I realise, that I had been dreaming about myself in a nightmarish situation.

I try to stop, but each memory of the dream shakes me with renewed terror. I have half a mind to run to my mother for comfort, but I recoil at the unconscious fear that she might attack me with her cane.

Such is the power of a nightmare.

Questionable Lyrics.

"I got myself a lover
Who knows what I like.
When he invites me over
I come everytime.
And when my sugardaddy takes me for a ride
whatever way we go it's delirium time."

Can there be any question why the song crashed to the deepest depths of hell? With such lyrics?

*dies*

Oh, that's "Loverboy" by the way. By a certain Ms MC.

12 Storeys.

Today I was asked out by Kit to go watch 12 Storeys, an Eric Khoo movie. The movie was to be screened at the Singapore History Museum.

Predictably, as soon as we arrived at Dhoby Ghaut, we realised that we did not know the exact location of the Museum. Okay fine, we were lost. We consulted a map, and bravely strided towards Stamford Road, where the museum was purportedly situated.

Of course, things had to go wrong again, and when we arrived there, we were confronted with a renovation in progress. Apparently, the museum had been shifted to Riverside Point, at Clarke Quay.

Now at this point, bells should have rung in my head, but I think I had it turned off for some reason.

So I called Nad, and she tried to help. I didn't get much though. Kit then decided we should take a cab, and so we did.

And when we arrived at Riverside Point, I realised why the bells should have rung. I'D BEEN HERE BEFORE!! TWICE!! For the '60's show that Dramatec did! Silly me.

The movie was intriguing. Full of things to discuss about, but I won't do that here. Suffice to say that Kit thinks it's all about control.

After the movie, we tried to go to Boat Quay. Of course, things got a little messy, so we had to ask for directions. Pathetic.

I wish I could get lost less often. lol.

Quotable Quote.

Jack Neo's character, in the movie 12 Storeys.

"When I see you, I Understand! I... Under (points at groin)... Stand! Understand lor!"

Click!

Click Here to see Hally and the P's. Lol.

Of course, if you want to see them jazzed up photos... then Click Here.. Don has jazzed them up. And they're wonderful.

*faints*

Hally And Da P's.

Today was day of glory.

No, not because it was the last day of exams, who cares about that? Today, was the day of the cammy lovers.

Yes, today, we went all out to take beautiful shots of ourselves. Hally, Naddy, Donny, Kenny, and I.

About a hundred pics is all. Each one perfect in its own right.

I can't wait for the next one!!

It's the big day tomorrow!

Tomorrow afternoon promises many hidden surprises.

Apart from what will be a most satisfying lunch, there's going to be a....

CAM WHORING SESSION!!!

I'm so excited I can barely think about studying. Lol. Definitely an unhealthy obsession.

I wonder what I will wear?

I wonder what the photos will look like!

I need to sleep. So nighty nights!

*dreams of photo taking...*

Nice Nick.

Adrian's latest MSN Nick.

"Confucius said, 'Man who puts hand in pocket feels cocky all day.' "

Go ponder on the implications. *sniggers*

Why?

How is it that in the midst of a natural disaster, people can find the energy to kill one another?

What do they stand to gain out of the taking of another life? Will they find that they have more to eat? Will they be suddenly lifted out of the nightmare situation they are embroiled?

Or is killing all that can be done to take one's mind of the surroundings?

I've never been in a natural disaster, so maybe I wouldn't know. But right now, it seems twisted to me that one should kill another for survival.

Why? Will you float on the dead person's body? Will you take what loot they have? How will that help you survive when there is water all around? Such acts of cruelty are useless.

And wrong.

Every day seems a lifetime.

I'll pass the time thinking of eyes.

Your eyes.

Your liquid eyes.

I'll pass the time just staring into those eyes of yours.

No, I won't see you often.

But I'll cherish each moment more then.

Never Too Far.

Never more strong either. Silently, I curse myself inside. Why did I have to open my mouth and tell the truth?

Sometimes, keeping quiet is safer than speaking.

Look at what has happened now? Have I done any good by talking? Nope. Instead, I have practically lost a friend.

Why? Is that fear I sense? Disgust?

You disappoint me, especially with all you've said previously.

Isn't there anything that can be done now?

Pop Question: Which TV character's demise affected you the most?

Read this off a webby.

I haven't seen many characters die on TV. Lol. Most of them seem to live happy lives. But there's one that clearly stuck around in my mind.

Joyce Summers, mother of Buffy Summers. (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

God that one was terrible. Death by cancer I think, and not by some vampy bite or some other cool crap.

Watching her ease off into the next world was painful. And watching Buffy being without a mother is worse.

Who wants to lose their parents that way? I sure as hell wouldn't. No matter what they did/do, they're still your parents after all. The ones who gave you life and brought you up.

It's like losing a limb. It's just not there anymore for you to rely on.