The Angry Little Girl

Lies don't just go away with a prayer

2006-04-22T02:43:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was supposedly my last day for my internship at Macpherson. Unfotch, work kept piling up, errands kept coming my way, colleagues just became much more interesting to chat to, I ended up not being able to finish 2 designs on time. Therefore, I gotta return tomorrow in the morning to wrap things up properly , if not Humsup Boss and Mother Goose will withhold my pay then avoid my calls and ignore my emails.

Later in the afternoon, I made my way back to school for some talk regarding the academic and timetable.

Almost everyone in my batch was there. Some changed for the better, some stayed the same. I don’t know if I feel happy seeing them again.

School is good in a way that I can do whatever I want, so long I don’t screw up and can move on in time. But school is bad in a way that, I need to pretend to like some people, and take them as friends in order to stay afloat and survive.

I hate to admit this, admit that I pretend and tolerate people I can’t stand. And in order to “stay afloat and survive”, I drive myself nuts with the hatred and disgust in me.

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By the way, what do you call a close friend in school who never took the effort to calls nor messages (and don’t even talk about meeting up), for 2 months of internship? And after two months, she return into your life but changed into another person you can barely stand talking to? A person so full of herself, so shockingly bitchy, a christian who supposedly goes to church very often but turned out this way?

Sorry (ho ho) to pick out the fact that she’s a christian, but I always never thought too much of people who keep going on and on bout their god and what they believe in. They just don’t turn out to be very honest people.

TALG is dead.

2005-09-09T00:22:00.000+08:00

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Denim Dress and Red Dolly

2005-08-29T18:33:00.000+08:00

Something I got from Levi's...

The front...

The back...

Blah, crap lah. I don't recall Levi's making maternity wear.

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I can't believe I made and finished this dress yesterday (when I haven't even learn how to make a dress, but then again, this is pretty straightforward). It just took me less than half a day, but of course, I had my mum to thank for as she helped me with the sleeves. Ahh, she's great like that.

In my personal opinion, this dress is not wearable in Singapore because the material (medium weight denim) too damn thick and unbreathable. For your information, I made some alteration to the design so it will meet the requirements for it be suitable for fall/winter. So now you know, I am hardly ever inspired by unpracticality.

And yes... I have a very funky red dress form at home.. A hand-me-down from mummy. I used to be soooo goddamn scared of this dolly, and I once kept having horrible nightmares about her. Thank god I outgrown my fear.

And one day I might be sleeping with dolly in my room. (ermm, as in, I work in my room. What are you thinking?!)

Mum will drug me.

2005-08-29T06:10:00.000+08:00

I am thankful that my nose is blocked now.

I don't understand. What is it that cats eat that makes their fresh poo sooooooo smelly?! It smells like baby poo.

Sometimes I hate cats cause they do nothing more than just eating, sleeping, pooing, peeing, biting and scratching you when you try to "bond" with them, and attempting to trip you over by walking below your feets.

One of these day, I am going to scoop the cat poo into an airtight bag, keep it tight, and if ever I lose this cat (who still doesn't have a proper name), I am going to take a whiff of the preserved poo, and remind how lucky am I to eventually free myself of such torture and commitment.

And if ever another "nice" friend try to send me a pussy picture to tempt me into adopting another cat, I am going to take a whiff of that preserved poo to keep off the temptation too.

If I don't do it, my mum will do it for me. Trust me, she will.

Things I can come up with at 6am in the morning.

2005-08-29T05:30:00.000+08:00

I am seriously considering skipping ship. I don't know if I'm paranoid or what, I just don't feel safe in this ship. I think, one day I will sink my ship first, before pirates from my sea finds my ship and sink me.

My ship is my haven, only special people come on board. Preferably people who don't give me mind-rape day after day.

I think I need some time to learn how to sail my new ship, as well as to build my new ship. In the mean time, I need to think up of a cool cool name for my new ship. A good name is important you know?! A lotta queer-dos have been mistaking that my ship is trading child porn(!!!). Dangerous. Before I get my ass haul in for questioning, I think I should stop sailing my current ship soon.

I need good names.

NO, no name like Chips Ahoy! No Sarong String, No Big Treasure Chest, No Got Milk?, No Bald Pirate, No Bao-derful or Bun intended.

No, no names like, Dolphin Love. No Love Boat, No Cruising with Tom's Dick & Harry's, No Great Singapore Sail.

I will need some time.

Until then, I will stay put in this ship and keep a lookout for pirate. So Dangerous.

Anything is illegal.

2005-08-29T01:03:00.000+08:00

I say, something is goddamn wrong in the world today, when I didn't even dare to download a song off P2P.

I really didn't.

There are so many songs I would like to intro you guys. Songs that reminds me of people, songs that bring back memories best forgotten, songs that are just plain good.

Now I can't. It just isn't the same if I just cut+paste the lyrics to show you. Will you get the song at your own will? I bet you won't.

On another note, I think I better delete my somewhat huge collection of mp3/wma files on one particular computer I always use in the lab. I ripped them into my folder for my convenience - so I don't have to bring audio CDs to school or jam my thumbdrive with just a couple of mp3s. The last I read, it is against the law to copy musics, even those from the CDs you bought to your computer.

As much as I like men in uniforms, I would very much prefer them in my bedroom than them ringing my bells (this sounds kinky too) coming to get me.

So scary.

You've been brainwashed.

2005-08-27T03:05:00.000+08:00

One of the simple pleasures me and my fellow classmates enjoy now is the occasional (ok lah, more like daily now) piping hot cup noodles. In times like these, we can be rather tight on cash - we need to get materials and etc, ya know. So in order to survive, we'll have to scrimp on food.

Anyway, cup noodles are very convenient, there isn't a need to eat it immediately once purchased, unlike food such as Horfun, or Hokkien Mee... or Mee Rubus, Chicken Chop... Kway Chap...

Ah.. I digress.

So last night, a whole bunch of us had cup noodles for dinner in the lab. Before we even began devouring it, I saw a portly figure entered the computer lab.

OMFG. It's the director.

Of all fucking people, the DIRECTOR!

Actually he seems pretty alright about us eating in the lab, he even invited us some for catered buffet.

So, what's a director doing at 9p.m on a friday in school? To show face at some school organized dance lah.

My school has this habit of organizing dance and parties during school terms, so as to conjure up a sense of *hIpNeSs^ and fun in the environment. Like, how often do we see Engineering school having such fun events like RETRO PARTY man?! So yea, while I was mugging my work in the lab, the 2nd level was blasting Twist and Shout in the stereo. Sibei annoying. If it's not for the food, I would even go near that so-called dance hall.

Without a doubt, the food was disappointing, and I heard the fried vemicelli was cao sng already. Damn turned off. So the only thing a disappointed girl can do then was to take a peek at the dance floor.

Priceless.

A darkened hall with gaudy spinning lights, no seats, a bunch of ostentious teenagers standing around, some trying to dance to the beat of Twist and Shout (I think it was on repeat), with the projector screening a Linux desktop, with the mouse twirling around, looking for adobe photoshop, so that the person behind the screen can get some work done while partying.

So you think you can become an instant hip icon in school because you attended a school organized party? And so you thought you guys instantly became best friends just because you stucked together for that party?

You've been brainwashed, my young ones.

creativity

2005-08-26T02:44:00.000+08:00

Remember I once said I was preparing to fail a module?

The other day, my lecturer bumped into me in the lab.

"Do you need to pass this subject?"
"Ya.. of course. But I can't, I've already failed by attendance."

"Well, as long as you complete the final two assignments by next lesson, I'll give you a grade."

And so, my lecturer has graciously given me another chance. But frankly, she is secretly doing this against the school rules, because she does not believe in churning out warning letters for absenteesm and unpunctuality.

In fact, she'll be leaving after this semester because she can't stand the structure (I don't mean the architectural aspect) of the school.

Another part-time lecturer in my course has lamented that the stuff we are doing are "crap" and the skills we learnt are not up-to-date.

I agree with them. If I have the money, I'll go to Raffles LaSalle and concentrate on studying Fashion Design, and bask in the shadow of Sven Tan.

But because I'm an average Singaporean who haven't strike lottery, I can only afford to study in government tertiary schools such as, wat-eh-ver-wat-eh-ver, and learn things such as sewing, grading (machiam I am graduating to be a Seamstress), stuff like manufacturing and sourcing (machiam I wanna be a factory supervisor), and retail and merchandising (machiam I wanna be a sales personnel). All in the name of grooming us into well-rounded graduates who knows a little about everything (but their design are mediocre).

When people ask me what am I studying I go, "I'm doing apparel design." And they go, "Huh?", and then I say, "which is fashion design lah."

I cannot say the latter first because they'll assume I am in some arty farty school, whole day design design design, but in actual fact, I am running around in school, trying to squeeze in time to write report/sew/draw and other stuff unrelated to design.

The more I think of it, the more disillusioned I feel. My school environment is NOT focused on creativity but submissions, attendances and punctuality. I think that's all they are concerned about.

Now I know why I see some lecturers wandering around in school like zombies, going to class when needed to, and run off to the busstop at 6p.m. on the dot.

All thanks to a school soooo clean with no graffiti at all - the real freedom of expression.

My Fears.

2005-08-26T01:59:00.000+08:00

As much as I (try to) appear to be strong and confident, there are many things in life I fear.

When I used to have pretty long hairs, I feared losing them. After I lost them, I forgotten how it was like when I still had them.

I fear the day when my blog will be discovered by my classmates, and I'll have to blogicide my blog. I check my sitemeter so I can monitor if anyone (other than me) visited my blog on the school's IP address.

I fear an ungentlemanly jerk. I really do. You cannot imagine the kind of horrible stuff they'll say about a girl once they start to get sick of her.

I fear losing my loved ones in a traffic accident.

I fear losing my cat in a horrible and gruesome death.

I'm afraid I may step on my cat when I walk. You know lah, cats love to follow closely around.

I fear flying roaches.

I fear losing my fingers in a sewing accident. I kid you not on that.

I fear bumping into him.. and him.

I kinda fear school holidays. Because Holiday = Isolation = May plunge into depressed mode, and Holiday = Inactivity = Gain another 5kg.

I fear I will never be loved and I may never get married. But at the same time, I fear losing my identity in a relationship.

I fear losing the desire to hang around with some people, because I can't stand it when people become dependent on me. At the same time, I fear hanging out with people who can't stop talking, especially when I am not in the mood to talk.

What are your fears?

Monopoly sucks.

2005-08-25T01:27:00.000+08:00

Dear Ms Lim,

Thank you for your email of 20/08 .

We are pleased to inform you that your feedback is receiving our attention.

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Huh? Is that all you have to say? It sounds like a computer-generated email using template lorh.

No apology? No complimentary ticket? No saga to continue? Just a "pleased to inform" me that you spent 5mins of your attention to read and click "send template reply" button?

I hate Monopoly!!!!

Ass will be ass?

2005-08-20T20:28:00.000+08:00

Today is crap day. I shall not dwell into miscellaneous bad things that happened to me today. Lets go into the detail now.

I was on my way home from school, when I boarded the bus at 7:30pm. I paid $1.10 in coins (the right fare) as I do not have enough value in my EasyLink. The guy before me paid first, then me. Yea, so no biggie, I paid my fare and got my bus ticket.

3 stops down, a ticket attendant board the bus. I took out my ticket and realised, my ticket is of 55cents value! When the ticket attendant came to my seats, I told him about my ticket and he just shrugged it off and said, "Tell the bus driver."

Yea, so fine. No biggie to me. I can walk.

"Excuse me, I paid $1.10 and you gave me a 55ct ticket. Can you give me another ticket with the correct value?!"
"Huh?"
"I said, I paid ONE TEN and you gave me a FIFTY-FIVE cents ticket. Can you give me another ticket of ONE TEN VALUE?!"

*Tongkelongtong* $1.10 ticket issued.

No sorry, no apologies.

I went to the back to hand my ticket to the ticket attendant. He ignored me. And it's not like I threw the ticket into his ~~fucking~~ nonchalant face, I said "Excuse Me". Two times.

Fed up with the lousy treatment, before I got off at my stop, I walked to the front once again, and confronted the driver.

"Excuse me, may I know your name?!"
"Why?" (still have the cheek to speak back and demand! He must have sensed something is going wrong)
"Tell me your name first."

He fumbled and showed me his nametag. He was trying to be evasive, trying to hide his full name with part of his index finger. I looked closely at the shiny gold name tag and got his name.

Mohammad Sahalim.

"Next time, please don't give the wrong ticket value to passenger. It is not fair at all."
"No, just now the person paid before you and I think you took his tic...."
"NO, I am very sure I said ONE-TEN and you issued me the ticket. And one more thing, there is no such thing as a FIFTY-FIVE CENT ticket anymore."

He pretend to end it all by closing the doors and drive off.

"Please open the door, I want to get off now!"

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After I got off the bus, I was so incensed that I need to miss a couple of buses for me to gather back my thoughts and recollect myself.

Wah lao, so embarrassing. To be ignored by the ticket attendant. But at least I justified my position.

I was so freeeaking annoyed. How come the dude before me has no problem with his ticket, while I have?! It must be Mister Mohammad Sahalim's first encounter with a shaven-headed girl boarding his hell-bus, he must have felt too surprised and can't get his acts together!

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Any paying passenger has the right to tell off the bus driver if we felt that, the way the bus is being driven is putting our lives and safety at risk, or when he short change us in our bus fares.

This is not the first time I've received bus tickets below the value I've paid for. But this is definitely the first time I've received a ticket value of 55cent. In this day and age.

You think I stupid issit?! Now where got ticket 55cts one?! You think I've been living under a rock, and wasn't aware of the numerous fare ~~hike~~ adjustments?!

I am going to comprain! You driver of SBS405S! What?! Gimme complimentary ticket?! No thanks hor, I need to go until dunno-where to collect one puny ticket!

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If your drivers have been practicing this anyhow-issue-ticket habit for a long long time, I am VERY surprised. First, doesn't your company tally your collect ticket fares? If you do, I am sure there are surpassing amount in each collection, since your drivers has this unethical habit of issuing tickets below paid value.

I am sure you'll be making "unknown" profit each month. OOOh, how exciting! So mysterious! Money coming out of nowhere! Must be the cai shen ye hor?!

If your company decides to adjust the fare by a tiny weeeny bit to ~~milk the public~~ cover god-knows-what-is-rising-again cost, then please make sure you also provide better service and standards. I always see those big big bus ads with bus captains beaming with big big yellow stars as the background. It says, star staffs of the month.

EVERY month is the same staffs.

He had waaaaay too much redbull

2005-08-20T18:19:00.000+08:00

French boy are sooooo cute! (oh, pardon me~!)

And techno never sound soooooo addictive!

Link

I have a good brother.

2005-08-20T12:48:00.000+08:00

Yesterday I was doing my work and kitty disturbed me again. She distracted me, and hence, I forgot to keep my thumbdrive, and so, I don't have my beloved thumbdrive with me today, when I need it to do my work in school.

ARRRGH.

So I ringed home and my elder brother picked up the phone. I got him to add me on MSN and send my files over. I had wanted to just spend one and a half hour to go home and back to pick up my thumbdrive, but he said to me over MSN, "Nevermind, just tell me what you need. I am free today."

And so, my brother patiently zipped up my files and sent to my email.

Ahhh. How I lucky am I to have such a Gor Gor. And how lucky I am to enjoy advance technology at my convenience.

I love my Gor Gor, and I love technology too.

Big Hug! (I am the beloved Po of course!)

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I think it's so darn rude to play your music on the loudspeaker of your handphone at full blast at anywhere. Not everyone appreciate the same kind of music one listens to. What is music to your ears, maybe noise to another.

That's why I was visibly annoyed when someone goes on and play music on her handphone.

TMD, why do you the school refuse to provide speakers to the computers?! To make sure no one make a din outta playing lousy music lah. Then.

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FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Stupid vending machine eat my $1.20.

And it's not like, I'm so darn rich, I can throw my munnies away!

$1.20 can take bus home you know!

Today is not my day. Not my day.

Everything is cute, EVERYTHING.

2005-08-19T17:02:00.000+08:00

Have you noticed, most girls tends to goes, "so cute!", whenever they need to exclaim that they like something?

I do admit I use that description sometimes, but I only limit myself using it on thing that are truly cute, like for example, my cats. (really wad, she's a darling!)

On Tuesday, I had my sewing class. I was concentrating on making my pattern so I can quickly catch up and hand in my assignment (albeit, I'm already late by two weeks). However, Catbury was doing something else, and classmate A was making her bag, instead of doing her work. So on the 3-metres long table, lays a mess of paper, fabric, rulers, measuring tapes, pen and pencils, assorted bags, and of course, my mini prototype.

Another classmate sashay over and kaypoh over what I am doing.

Kahpoh Classmate (KPC): Wah, this is your design ah? So cute. One button only! (Put on mini dress form) Aiyo, so tight, but so cute!
Catbury: ya lorh, so cute hor the colour, pink and cream, so sweet!
TALG: *put on benign smile*

Then KPC proceed to rummage through the bins for crap fabric to make something. She pulled out one strawberry prints one and exclaimed, "eh, this fabric so cute hor, the prints."
Catbury said, "Eh ya hor, the print so cute, I think it'll look very nice if you make it into a pouch."

Then ANOTHER classmate walked over to chat and share the table with us (like wtf?! Is there a Starbucks sign above my area?!)

Blah blah blah, but so cute. Yada Yada Yada, so cute leh. Chirp chirp chirp, so cute. Quack Quack Quack, so cute! Woof Woof Woof, so cute lah! Meow Meow Meow, still bery cute! Socutesocutesocute, but so cute hor?!

And all the while, I ~~put on my antisocial front and refuse to engage in the conversation~~ fully concentrated on my work, hence I kept quiet.

Can add a bit of variety not?! Why not, "so sexy", "that's hot"(u know, like.. Paris Hilton?), or "so funky"?! Or lagi easier, used "adorable"?! Same meaning, but longer pronunciation. At least one sounds smarter saying "adorable" than just "cutecutecute" right?!

Yes, and now you know, how 17, 18, and SOME 19-years-olds speaks likes in tertiary institution.

P/s: Latest occurance! Yesterday I was having Koka Tomyam cup noodles (yumyum!). Since Catbury is a vegetarian, she can't eat and so, she was eyeing me enviously while I ate. And OMFG, she picked up the satchet of chilli oil I didn't add and proclaimed that the packaging was so cute!

I am Niao.

2005-08-18T00:03:00.000+08:00

Hi, my name is Niao. N-I-A-O. I used to be called MooMoo and Patches. But now my new owner don't wanna call me that, she haven't thought of a new name yet. I hope she will give me an auspicious name, like her previous cat.

I am a white cat with five black spots on my white body. Hehe, my botak likes the number 5. I also know that my botak used to keep a cat before me. Her name was Ho Mia, and her life was really good life lorh. Here got nice fishy food to eat, got delicious HL milk to drink, got funky botak owner to lub her, yet she don't want. She ran away. So stupid.

Actually I am a very fierce cat. This is because, last time got people bully me. Bully until my tail come out. Now only have one inch left. Sigh, I don't have tail to play, so I want to play with my botak.

Just now I was roaming in the house, and I sat near my funky owner. She seems to be rather busy, but I like to Jee Siao her. Make her play with me, then she cannot finish her work, then she'll comprain on her brog.

So smarty me jumped onto the chair, then I hopped onto her lap. But she put me away! I did it a few more times, but she still don't wanna let me sit on her warm warm laps! Maybe she finds me smelly.

Finally, she place me on top of her printer. Then she pressed something, then something come out. She did it a few more times. I am scared of this thing, 'cause it made some noise. So I go and smack this thing with my furry paws. Smack Smack Smack, it won't go away! No fun one, I don't wanna play already!

Eh, got tissue paper! Okay, I don't wanna brog already! I wanna play with tissue paper now!

Goodbye whatever things I cannot get

2005-08-16T22:27:00.000+08:00

Nothing cheers me up more after a day at school, than when I wash off the warpaint on my face every night.

My neck aches and I feel gastric-ky. Everytime when I get too stressed, these symptoms comes knocking on my door. I must not fall ill now. Must not.

I will not cry, maybe not now.

10 submissions in two week.

I am prepared to fail one subject, Fuck it lah.

Goodbye scholarship, goodbye director's list, goodbye whatever thing I cannot get because I fail.
Hello big fat F.

Welcome my love!

2005-08-15T00:37:00.000+08:00

I love them and I treated them right. But they always dump me. I don't understand. Lu bian de ye hua(wild flowers) very nice meh?!

I feel cheated and very hurt. I don't think I wanna devote my time and energy into another fruitless relationship - relationship that leaves me empty.

But cannot lah, life is full of ups and downs. It's like a box of Oooh-sooo-deliciousss chocolates; you'll never know what you're gonna get!

And so...

I've been...

contemplating.

Should I get another kitty? But everytime my cat ran away, I feel very gek sim one leh!

And because people knows that I love cats, they keep pushing those cats that they can't keep to me! Machiam my place is a cat welfare centre. And this scares me, not because the litter stinks. But because, women who are overly crazy about cats are often:

i) old
ii) not desired (not married lah)
iii) working in lousy admin jobs (u know.. like grumpy old clerks?)
iv) live in big scary houses with their sister, mother, friends, aunties. (no men, no sex! How can?!)
v) they are grumpy, cannot relate to people.
vi) would rather spend bulk of their saving on cats expenses, than to go on holiday ~~and attract teeko white men~~

Oh-kay, back to cats.

So, today, the same classmate who got me Ho Mia msged me over msn and asked if I'm interested to keep another kitten, just as I was checking out the Cat Welfare Society.

My heart fluttered. Then my heart sank. What if it runs away again? Will I have time for her? What if Mummy don't like her?

But when I saw its picture, I decided. He/she's mine.

Ah.. So happy. I will meet my new love tomorrow. Welcome my love!

The Happy Little Girl

2005-08-14T00:17:00.000+08:00

"Like got a connection, right?"

"yea, I used to think the connection was lost.. like we forget to pay the subscription fee, hence it was cut off. But now it's there again, caused we both paid the fee."

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Nothing else matters. Not even when I take the bus in the morning, this fat chunk keep staring my way and won't stop even after I put on my dowager face™.

Hey man, I know I got (big) boobs and sexy eyes, but yet I'm botak. But don't look until machiam my face got fireworks like that. Very rude you know? You can stare at the sky and look out for fireworks all day long for all I care, 'cause Tee Kong don't dare. But you cannot stare at me my way, cause I may cuss at you and pray that Tee Kong drop a Boeing 747 in your face.

Haha. Crap lah. I am so happy now I don't mean what I said above.

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While my classmates plan to go China for overseas study trip and while other schoolmates plan to go oversea for their internship, I intend to head over to KL (also over the sea what) for oversea shopping trip once my semester is over!

Maybe 3days 2nights, 2nights 3days, whatever for all I care, as long as I get there. With hansem him! Safely please, don't crash the bus, don't lose our passport, don't get mug or have ~~unprotected poking~~ food poisoning!

There are only two ways I can get my butt across the causeway (Boys and girls, please don't try this at home!):
i) Tell Mum the truth, I am going KL (but with schoolmates/lecturers)
ii) Tell Mum I am going for chalet

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In order to get enough fund for me to get there, I will start The Angry Designer Fund™.

I will make things, and you will buy.

Easy? Easy Peasy.

Set lah!

My Online Retail Project

2005-08-12T13:26:00.000+08:00

Everybody needs a little time alone,
to do nothing,
to think,
to reflect,
to waste.

I don't understand, why on earth do I spend sooo much effort and time on one subject I don't particularly like, and yet risk failing subjects that are critical for my area of specialism.

I am an idiot.

And that's also why I refuse to step outta the house today, for another round of inane window shopping for "the project". For that, I annoyed my friend. (ok lah, I have plans to do my individual assignments, but I didn't say that lah).

See, as much as I am damn critical of others, I am not perfect myself.

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Click picture to read full story.

Seriously speaking, I wonder where these four, like-minded individuals met. Online? In the coffeeshop? In Orchard?

I think they forget to source out the blogosphere.

I can print the teeshirt if you want... Design-wise, Just tell me if you want "NKF/CPF", "HDB/GIC", "FINANCIAL RESERVES", "BE TRANSPARENT NOW!" or one with all four. Can add crescent and stars or the Singa on sleeves or back by request.

Pricing: $500 for a dozen. (cannot too cheap lah, if kena fined at least my ass won't get too burnt right?)

Send in your orders at dontstalkmepls@yahoo.com

Brainwashed-apple-people.

2005-08-10T17:42:00.000+08:00

I used to scoff when I see my classmates play neopet in the computer lab.

Yes, Neopet.

N-E-O-P-E-T. (sorry lah, I'm just being discriminating again.)

I'd rather they surf pr0n ~~(at least can share share mah)~~.

And as most of you guys already know, I really want an ipod mini (in green, please).

I can get high just by looking at it.

When I found out that CPF is giving out three 4Gb Ipod minis per month from August to October, I immediately did the right thing - I went to play the game.

Gaining financial knowledge won't kill, right?

What?! Dunch laugh at me okay! Next time I more mun-nies than you then you know ah.

However, I can only get 100,000+++ for my score, so far behind the top 3 scores of at least 341,000+++. How to get ipod like that...?!

I'm going to spend my coming holiday playing this game. EVERYDAY. (haha, "YAH". Rather play than work.)

I feel sooooo guilty!

2005-08-10T08:55:00.000+08:00

The entire day of 9th August: Spent blog-surfing, doing last min research/printing for research journal. I neber blog, I neber eben watch the NDP hor!

0130, 10th August: Began on my thumbnail sketches. Wah, very happy, alotta ideas now! Draw Draw Draw.

0300: Tmd. someone keep smsing me. A little shagged, wondering should I hand in late, since it is not possible to complete on time...

0330: Think Think Think, Tempted Tempted Tempted, Tired Tired Tired.

0400: aiyah. Hand in late lah, even if it means 50% deduction. Next time employer don't look at your individual grades or how late you hand in, but focus on your portfolio, right?

0415: LOOK AT THE BIG PICTURE.

0420: Ok, I'm going to sleep now.

830: Woke up and feeling damn damn guilty. TMD! Ideas all gone too! Deduct 50% leh! *Heart-pained*

From 9-11am: full-blown heart-pain-ness.

After 11am: Reality will begin to sink in. Complete your work and stop whining.

See lah, look at simi big picture?! Big my big butt lah.

Randominity

2005-08-07T20:05:00.000+08:00

Hello everybody, time for some emo music!

Damien Rice - The blower's daughter

When I first saw the title of the song, I thought it was damn crude. Don't ask me why. After checking it out, I totally adore it. Let me know if the link fails, alright?

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After all the hustle and bustle for the past weeks, I feel a little empty. I know I have things to do, but I can't bring myself to approach them. I think I'm just plain lazy.

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Ok, random pictures time...

The view was breathtaking. For the first time, I saw the sky merging with the sea. Come on lah, be a little more appreciative can? We don't have much to wow about in Singapore.

Sometimes, little things fascinate me...

Taken when the bus was cruising down The 2nd Link.

M said something funny, but at the same time, sad about stray cats in Singapore.
"Wei she mo xin jia po de mao, wei ba dou duan duan de?!"

Translated into Singlish: "How come the cats' tails in Singapore all short short one?"

Resident kucing of the garment factory. She is well-fed...

Sorry, no picture of pretty babes or hansem guys working in the factory.

Malaysia Boleh!

Taken off the streets of Johor...

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After the visit (which lasted no more than 3 hours), my group requested to go over to Macdonald, which was beside the factory.

Macdonald meals in malaysia are half-price compared to Singapore. Each set cost RM6++, which is about SGD3++? However, they do not have my favourite garlic chilli sauce.

And I noticed, their fries are damn salty. I like.

You know what? Their salt, pepper, sugar, chilli and tomato sauce, and drinks are free-flow. Our Singaporean Instinct immediately reminded us to go for refill. (We didn't go for it by the way)

On the way back to Singapore, I was so tired I slept throughout the ride, and inevitably I was stoned when I woke up.

Me, a classmate of mine, along with Catbury decided to go across the school for some prata time. Was annoyed to know their cheese prata cost $3 per piece. Quite ex right?

On my way back, I noticed there was this Malaysian brand of fastfood restaurant, called Marry Brown. ~~I heard that their food sucks.~~

When I looked into the restaurant, this little indian girl saw me and began to wave at me. Then she gave me the thumb up sign. I smiled and wave back.

Ahh, so schweet. Never knew kids dare to interact with me.

I am sitting here alone...

2005-08-05T16:27:00.000+08:00

in the computer lab, enjoying the aircon.

We just closed the stall at 330pm - we were supposed to end at 6. But we have nothing more to sell. We covered our cost. I am contented.

I am very shagged out now. Hopefully I can get home before six and relax for awhile, before I head over to my classmate's place to stay overnight - I'm afraid I can't wake up on time.

Tomorrow will be another long day, we are going to Malaysia for the long awaited factory visit.

Sometimes, I think its a good thing that HoMia is not with me, I don't even have time for myself, much less for her. Don't even talk about having a special someone.

But I am sitting here alone and I feel so lonely.

Stop Crackin' Something Stale

2005-08-04T01:57:00.000+08:00

Is it me, or is it him/her?

Why do I treat some people better than the other?

I think I need to review my attitude and control my temper if I wanna keep my ass safe from the clutch of bad karmas.

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I don't mind if my friends laugh at my jokes at my own expense - whether they are teasing my physical attributes or characteristics. I don't mind if they say I'm botak or chubby or boobielicious, because I believe, if one holds their head up high, no one can tell them to look down to their feet.

However, my sense of humor has its limit. I fucking cannot stand it when Moley Rapper calls me Big-MaMa just because I'm well-endowed. I don't even go around calling him a dickhead, so I don't see how he can justify all these name-calling.

This name calling shit has been around for about a year. At first I was embarassed, then I took it with a pinch of salt. After a while, I laughed along to lighten up. But now, this so-called joke is getting stale. I don't find it funny, much less anyone else.

He can't seem to get my hint when I display my trademark "fucking-annoyed-face". (He still have the fucking cheek to tell me he doesn't like my dowager face. TMD. Who are you to complain about MY FACE, my dowager's face?!)

He just grin and go on and on. I then put on my roll-my-eyeball face in an attempt to put an end to each session. It works, but not for long.

I am in a very foul mood nowadays. So foul to the extend, it sours my relationship with some people.

He doesn't have to try too hard to piss me off. Just one more "Big-Mama", I'm going to holler the four golden words to his face.

I've been containing this for the whole day

2005-08-03T01:21:00.000+08:00

I have a lot of things I wanna blog about... This week, my mind is flooded with thoughts and notions, feelings and emotions, I hope to blog about. However, time is really tight for me this week. I can't sit in front of the computer for hours (I'm very slow at blogging), to tell whoever who reads here, what the hell is going on in my mind (and also in my somewhat exciting life). So just in case I forget, I actually noted down my ideas on a card... Silly, but true. *flash benign smile*

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Okay, back to usual bitchy mode.

Sometimes, I cannot believe how some people can be so blardy pea brain and narrow up there. I am going to retract all my so-called admiration towards Catbury.

Before I touch on her grey matter, let me tell you, I fucking cannot stand her in the first place.

She is the sort of person, you don't wish to talk to most of the time because whatever she says, is of little importance and she beats around the big-bushes-of-little-importance, to tell you that unimportant thing.

TMD! If you wanna tell me the apple is not fresh, don't begin your story with what mode of transportation you took to get to the market, what the butcher did when he chopped off the pork, then how the fruit seller flirted with you, hence tricking you into buying his apple.

It feels as though, a no-brainer 1 min conversation, stretch into a 45min-long presentation with the audience having almost bursting bladders (I'm sure you know how it feels like).

Next, I'm not gonna sit beside her when I'm in the computer lab the next time. You see ah, since the computers are placed in such close proximity, the person sitting beside/behind/across from you, can see what you are doing on your computer. So it means I can't view any NSFW(read: porn lah) stuff when there are people around me. ~~Chey, thought can make full use of the school facilities. Bummer.~~

Some people totally bo-chup, they do not probe nor try to peek into your screen. Some are pretty "considerate", they ask before looking over (which is as good as not asking, but I take it as a warning signal). Some lagi best, they look over every two minutes or so.

I check email also look, I type report also look, I chat on msn also look, I play game also look, I eat while blogsurfing also look. Machiam my monitor can do somersault, while hers can only sit daintily before her.

Look already still ask, like not paisay like that.

Because of people like her, I cannot click on the direct links to some of the blogs I read, but can only read the updated feeds from bloglines.com - 'cause all the pretty visuals and colourful fonts on your blogs are like honey to such people.

And also because of people like her, I don't often leave comments, or blog while I'm in school. The last thing I ever wanna hear coming outta anyones' (I know in school) mouth is the four words - I. Read. Your. Blog.

If it ever happens, I'm definitely gonna blogicide myself ala wonky-tong.

And as I've said earlier, I was gonna touch on her grey matter up there - But I decided not to. Not worth my time or analysis, either don't have or not much.

I'm going to rest now.

Sial lah! Boh liao ah?! (credit: picture from warmpurrs' blog)

Lian Hua Love You Long Time!

2005-07-31T18:36:00.000+08:00

Good Afternoon everyone! I am the beauty Lian Hua sister, man from world cannot resist me!

Becareful hansem, don't pluck wrong flower from the streets!

I have sexier eyes than the Waterlily sister. She jealous of my big brown eyes! Bad woman, bad!

Ain't my eyes beauty? Look at me, you get high!

I am heavier than Waterlily... but no choice! I got bigger boobs than her! All man love soft round boobs.

When you lie in bed
You can think of me
When the night is cold
Think of my warm skin
When you move your hands
Remember the moment dear
Lovely me will be with you
If you only look at me

I know you love me, me love you long time too! Put my pict as your wallpaper, it's hotter than other porn!

Ok, I am busy woman, I got to run! Man like to see me run!

Bye-bye! Lian Hua Love You Long Time!

p/s: Haven't catch the gist? Click Here

R.E.S.P.E.C.T

2005-07-31T04:30:00.000+08:00

I can't get to sleep, so I thought, why don't I update my "timetable"?

Good idea! So I won't have to roll in bed for ten minutes, trying to recall if I've reach the limit for that particular class.

Mon class 9 to 12pm: No more late or absent available
Mon class 12 to 3pm: Two more chance to pon class
Tues class 9 to 12pm: NO MORE
Tues class 2-6pm: Two more chance to pon class
Wed class 3-6pm: NO MORE
Thurs class 12-9pm: NO MORE FUCKING CHANCE AT ALL.
Friday: ~~Ha Li Lu Ya. Thank God It's FRRRRYDAY!~~ No class.

Aww man. I die die cannot oversleep liao. BUT, it also means another thing.

I can pon afternoon class. Muahahaha.

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Yesterday I was in school again. So embarrassing. I'm in school on a Saturday for two weeks. How no life can I get?!

But anyway, I was busy with the retail project thingy. My group met up and we spent our Saturday making boxes. You heard me right. Boxes. Boxes to put food in. Making boxes because we are ~~cheapskate~~ poor students, we ~~dowan~~ cannot afford to buy expensive, fancy sch-schmacy boxes, so we made our own.

Paisay, sidetrack abit ah.
Moley Rapper is still in my group. This 3-min-hot guy decided not to quit school 'cause it means the gahmen will drag his ass to tekong.

HAHA. I KNEW IT!

Correct me if I'm wrong, he still have to serve his NS first after he graduate. In no way are they gonna approve another deferment for him to complete his 2nd diploma lorh.

Lagi worst, I think if he graduate with this diploma, he will not get the tuition grant for the next course he take - he will have to pay the full fee! I don't know what is this 3-min-hot guy thinking man.

From the depth of my cold little heart, I hope he can strikes 4D. Win one peanut also good for him.

Okay, back to the right track.

As you guys already know, Catbury is also in my group.

She didn't piss me nor irritate me today with her "sooo cute" comments. In fact, I grew a whole lotta R.E.S.P.E.C.T for this lady.

I really belittled her man. Never did I expect her to be more independent than me, more sensible than me, more.. more... .. erm that's all actually.

This little woman can kang a whole roll of cardboards to and fro school. On the other hand, I carry one roll home, and I whhhhhhhhine a whole lot more.

This little woman can run errands for her mommy! And I don't mean simple errands like buying newspaper. She - one year younger than me - actually bought things like fridge and iron on her own! I will probably break out into cold sweat if you ask me to do likewise (I don't even know how to pay phonebill via SAM machine lorh).

Mmmm. Juveni-lish on the outside, Lao Jiao on the inside. R.E.C.P.E.S.T.

Oops.

LICK ME BOY

2005-07-29T19:36:00.000+08:00

FuRong Jie Jie says...

"I am Love
I am Intimacy
I am Charm
I am Kind
I am More...
I am Everlasting
I am Beauty
I am Only
I am Yours"

This is very queer.

I got myself into shit again.

2005-07-28T20:46:00.000+08:00

Just by skipping a class today.

I have class at 9 today. Unfortunately, I had a late night, hence I woke up at 8, one hour late.

Instead of sprinting to get change and outta the house, I nuah-ed in my cosy bed for five mins, wondering should I go. Go also late, late also marked absent. Take cab waste money. Might as well don't go.

Ok, don't go.

Then I nuah-ed for another ten minutes, trying to recall, how many times have I missed this subject... was it one time..? or was it twice? (fyi, twice is the max for us before we get debarred) I even contemplated checking the calendar.

Ok, I think once only. But just in case... I decided to pull this trick...

I grabbed my phone and sms-ed my classmate.
Me: hey can help me sign the attendance later? just sign a fancy 'J'.. I not coming
Her: okie dokes, no prob
Me: thanks girl!

Off to bed again.

I woke up at 11 and prepared for another class at 1. On the way there, I msged my classmate:

Me: hey, how? She didn't find out right?
Her: she did... half the frigging class didn't turn up and she was damn pissed. When she checked the attendance, she noticed you are not around...
Me: oh shit!! i'm so sorry, did she scold you big time?
Her: haha.. no.. she didn't find out who did it but she scolded the class..
Me: Phwah. Heng man. If not I sure feel damn guilty bout it.

And now I am blardy worried bout next thursday.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

See lah, sign simi si lang fancy J... Now going to die oledi!

Should've known better, not to mess with this woman.

p/s: You can see the lecturer in question in selected bus stop ads. She's that indian lady in traditional blue costume. Don't know what is that ad about though...

PMS is acting up.

2005-07-28T00:45:00.000+08:00

I got home late tonight.

I don't know how I spent my money; I don't know where it went.

I am drawing while doing this.

I think I'll have a late night again.

One of these days, I will try a Ramli Burger.

I forgot to attend class today; 2pm still gelek gelek at home.

The retail project changed name again.

Am now doing on a pretty gay theme of "share".

I am quite busy; but not quite doing things.

My prototype turned out fine.

I haven't taken any pictures.

I will be very busy next week.

Moley Rapper will be gone.

In my heart, I wish him all the best (for his deferment).

I like to hang out with malay chicks.

I love green and like white leather.

I hate doing screen printing.

I hate sewing too.

I so blardy want a green ipod mini.

I pinned a grape onto my bag.

But grapey only have 21 ball left; 3 mysteriously disappeared.

I am looking for tuition assignments.

My libido is still not working.

I like Sade very much.

I like old old songs.

I am still wearing Livestrong.

I wonder is it outdated.

I think it is.

But heck, I don't wear for fashion statement.

I am so fucking slow at times.

I cannot stand teachers' pet.

Didn't know this concept is still alive and kickin' in poly.

I can't stand big-time whiners.

Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine.

Listening to "Don't Dream It's Over", makes me wanna cry.

I wanna give up at times.

Things are quite awkward between me and M.

I am Dulan this week.

This is inspired by The Creative Guy.

You spoiled me day man

2005-07-25T18:58:00.000+08:00

I went from cranky in the morning, to goofy in the noon. Then to Geksim mode in the afternoon, and finally to the sleepy me in the early evening.

I've not caught a single wink (not a single 15mins long wink), since yesterday's lousy filler post, till this entry. All because of that assignment.

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You cannot imagine how irresistably cranky I was in the morning. It feels soooo wonderful to be all grouchy and uber unfriendly (don't have to suck up and french kiss the ass). How every single thing seems to irk me big time, and how I responded to my friend with a grunts (like a pig). It's sooooo shiok because I can give the extremely valid excuse that "I-didn't-sleep-the-night-before-so-bear-with-my-grouchiness".

Because I was also feeling rather self-conscious today, I snapped at two morons who can't stop staring my way.

"Kan She Mo Kan?!"

I know, I know. Mummy say don't be so rude to people, she say just ignore the looks. But Mummy forget I am also blardy stubborn and bad-tempered. One of these days sure kena humtum by those siao ginnas.

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Just as I was feeling better during noon time, Moley Rapper had to drop the bomb - terrorist style - on me.

He said he will be quitting school soon.

What the fuck is wrong with this stupid boy man?! This is already the second year, and he's going to quit?! To think he was once on the Director's List! To think I once thought of him as my biggest threat in my course!

The truth is, Moley Rapper was never really interested in the fashion industry. He loves drawing, and he always ace his illustration projects (See lah, he spoiled the market!). But on the other hand, he just couldn't grasps hold of the other stuff that were taught. Stuffs like retail management, apparel production process, sewing, and whatnot.

Seriously, I am very disturbed by it. Although I had some minor disagreement with him in the past, I've always considered him as one of my closer friends in school. Without him around, my poly life would've been very different.

I hope the "biggest" lady above all of us, can persuade this boy to stay.

Is this considered a lousy filler post?

2005-07-24T16:42:00.000+08:00

I'm so busy, blogging is at the back of my mind.

I'm so busy, I have nothing interesting to post; cause all I can think of at this moment are seams and stitches.. seams and stitches... seams and stitches.

Of course, I remember I have this "Cadavars In My Closet" thing to update on. If my memory didn't fail me, I think there is one vote for each green xmas teddy & black teddy, and one invalid vote for the white big-nose teddy.

Since there is no clear winner, I'm going to play cheat.

"Green Furry Teddy, you die!"

Oh-kay. That's all I have to say now. Back to MS words.

~~Angry~~ Sweet Girl, Out!

Retracting - A post dedicated to Almond

2005-07-22T16:30:00.000+08:00

Today, I need to retract a statement I made and apologize to Ms Almond. Never have I, in my "more than half a year" stint of blogging (here and elsewhere), did I felt so strongly that I need to do so.

I was busily editing my screwed-up previous entry (which disappeared into technical-god-knows-where) and getting to know Almond. You see, I just added her on MSN, and she is the 2nd person I've added since I began this blog. So naturally, we both chat about the thing that link us together - blogs.

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This is not the exact chat log, since we both lost it. But this is part of how it went:

TALG: I think you got pretty eyes.. I've only seen than pict of your eyes on your blog.
Almond: haha... no lah, it just the angles..
TALG: (Very all of the sudden) I don't like blogs that keep posting self-pictures after self-picture for people to admire/puke. I find such blogs lacking in contents.
Almond: oh... I see. I posted some pictures of me cause I hope those who read my blog, knows a little more about me...

Then we continued to chat about something else.

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After fixing the last entry, I proceed to blogsurf. First stop, Almonds&Diamonds.

Hm.. she posted a picture of her pretty manicure... nice. Then there is one picture of the watches she bought... woah. And then there's this picture of her..

Wahlao, I almost die-ed.

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Lady, I'm utterly sorry if you felt offended with that statement I said. I have not seen those posts prior to chatting with you, and I definitely did not mean to say your blog lacks in content! No one's blog lacks in content and I was just being a discriminating bitch. My bad.

To show my utmost sincerity and regret for saying such stuff, I will punish myself by breaking the "no-self-picture rule" in my blog. Not only one, but two.

The cutest one, of course. hehehehe.

Since young, I have designer taste. See, I'm wearing Valentino leh! The others are all wearing some ulu ulu no name brands. Bleh! By the way, I spotted some lady carrying a very poor imitation of an LV bag. Ulgh.

Don't Angwee wit mi, okay?

Virgin Baton-er, Not.

2005-07-22T00:02:00.000+08:00

Look! Look! I got ~~smacked~~ pecked with my first baton by Almonds & Diamonds!

So exciting hor?!

Well, actually not. I dunch have alotta shoes...

Total Number of Shoes you own:
Eh. One white sandals from VNC, one birkinstock-inspired(ya.. right) white sandals, one covered mule/pumps/shoes/whatever you call that, one reeeeeally old nike that I only dig out once in a blue moon (that hardly occurs).

yea, 4 only.

"Bai tian wo shi fashion student; Wan shang wo shi poor student."

The last shoe you bought:
That so-called birkin-inspired (rip off lah) pair. Ten Dollars only!

"What do we get for ten dollas?!"
"Everything you want!"
"Everything?!"
"Everything!"

How many shoes do you have underneath your work desk
I don't even have my own frigging studio space!

Five people to whom I'm passing this baton:
Cheeky
Little Miss Drinkalot
Jaywalk
Powerpuff

TinkerTailor

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Boring guy says: hihi

TALG says: hi

Boring guy says: how are u
Boring guy says: u drew tat urself
TALG says: still the same
TALG says: no i didnt
Boring guy says: hahas
Boring guy says: dats ulgy la
Boring guy says: hahas
TALG says: =P
Boring guy says: hahas
Boring guy says: how's sch
TALG says: VERY busy
Boring guy says: !
Boring guy says: hahas
Boring guy says: no time for pool
Boring guy says: poor [insert my name]!
TALG says: mm.. ya
Boring guy says: hahas
Boring guy says: =D
Boring guy says: hey
Boring guy says: got recent pic or nort
Boring guy says: long time no see uuu
TALG says: no, no pict
Boring guy says: why not
Boring guy says: where is all the old ones
TALG says: why must i put the old ones? does it makes chatting with me more pleasurable?!Boring guy says: yes
Boring guy says: esp when i get to see ur pic again
Boring guy says: =P
TALG says: sheesh. then dont ever chat with me again.
Boring guy says: hey
Boring guy says: sorry
Boring guy says: i dun mean tat laa

Hah. So you mean that's another use for looking at my pictures other than visual masturbation?!

Displaying of my pictures on msn is for me to decide, not for anyone to fucking request (well, this depends). Me ain't no cam whore-r.

Chatting with him, it's forever no-brainer conversation ending after he asked how my life is. Buay Sian Meh?!

Now I have one less person to avoid on msn. *smirk*

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P/s: You have approximately less than 24hrs to vote for this! There is one vote for Shiny Xmas Teddy, and one (not counted) vote for the white bear! *Very pathetic indeed*, why you bloggers not fun one?!

*poke poke poke*

Bu hao wan de =(

You just wait.

2005-07-21T19:10:00.000+08:00

What the fuck.

I am truly ANNOYED and upset when I heard what happened to Xiaxue's and Wonky Tong's blog. I'm not close to them, nor am I truly arden fan of any. I just rather enjoy reading their blogs from time to time, and I respect them as a blogger.

Therefore, I think it is a shit ass thing to actually hack into another person's account (ANY accounts) and do some shit thing to fuck things up for them. All accounts are private space.

What do you think a password is for, mate?!

I shall not spectaculate anything thing or mention any name yet, but of 'cause most of you guys already know, this ass's name is Tan Kok Wan. Did you did this outta boredom cause no one wants your cock, COCK WAN?!

I strongly believe in a thing call Karma. Whoever who did this, I hope you lose your handphone and wallet within three months.

I hope somehow or another, the authorities can track back and find your puny ass and fuck you till your farts got no sound.

You just wait.

I worry

2005-07-21T04:33:00.000+08:00

It is now 4.34 in the morning.

I worry I can't get up at 7 later for class at 9.

I worry the bus might be too crowded since I'll be lugging the ~~loot~~ mini torso back to school.

I worry there may be loopholes in my paper patterns which may mean I can't sew as intended later.

I'm worrying about MANY future deadlines now. 25/7... 10/8... 22/8... 22/8... 22/8!!!

I worry there may be awkward moments in class with M.

I worry I'll be too tired to catch up on my assignments later.

I worry I can't finish the stuff I intend to do.

I worry so much I can't sleep.

I worry and worry, but I rather blogsurf than to hit the bed earlier.

Bai Tian Wo Shi Student; Wan Shang Wo Shi Bitching Student cum Blogger.

So cute, my ass ah.

2005-07-20T14:59:00.000+08:00

Mr. Biscuit is sick man. Now I have 2 individual assignments and one group project due on 22nd August!

Sure die jialat jialat one.

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I have class at 3pm today. Now is 1503. I pon-ed today's lesson 'cause this subject gives me premature aging.

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I have this classmate whom I often hang out with in school. I can't name her So Cute cause she hardly looks like Jayaxe's object of affection of the same nick, hence it will be a great blasphemy to name her so.

So let us call her Catbury k? (Cannot use Cadbury, what if they sue me for defamation?!)

Catbury is a chinese vegetarian, and I have nothing against that. Catbury also have very tan and sallow skin, which I wonder if it's the result of not eating meat products. But that's no the main reason why I gave her this nick.

If you haven't been getting a life, you probably would have seen this commercial by Cadbury. The jingle goes,
"Wouldn't it be nice if life was Cadbury;
Watching scary movies on T.V...
And blah blah blah.......
The yada yada yada.."

One of the chocolate midget looks exactly like Catbury! The resemblance is sooooo uncanny that it prompted another classmate to said "hey, Catbury's on TV!" whenever that commercial is shown on TVmobile.

Somehow it looks a little like a seh-gorh (rotten) spongebob.

Catbury is a nice, helpful and a rather crafty girl(she makes her own pouch etc etc). And for that, she earns my respect. HOWEVER, we are not on-par in terms of character, humor sense and in taste-wise.

Take for example, she suggested the stall name for our retail project, "Sweet Crunch" which was rather uncreative (as quoted from my lecturer) and (I'm sorry lah) LAME.

And given the name "Sweet Crunch", she also suggested selling the very-out-of-place Nyonya coconut balls among our range of AngMoh pastries such as assorted tarts, cookies and brownies.

I don't see how in ANY sense, Nyonya kueh-kueh can be crunchy.

Luckily after our last consultation with the lecturer, we changed our stall name to a much *fUnKier* and *cOoLer* name of simply "Flour". Cool right?! simplicity is the new cool. ;)

Next up on my evil plan is to completely strike-off Nyonya coconut balls on our list of foods. No way am I going to invest my money on something that can't sell and worse, end up lugging home boxes of coconut balls home.

Next, her sense of humor and taste irks me, very much. While lunching one afternoon, she pointed out the words on my cup of ice tea is "So cute". It says, "Xi Shi Ling Meng Kou Wei", which means Western Lemon Flavour. It hardly makes sense, I know. But what really baffled me the most is, she said it was cute?! Like HELLO, what is so cute bout 6 chinese characters?! It's the equivelent of looking at those Giordano "Me" Tee and thinking that it's so cute. I seriously have nothing to say in response, but to continue munching on my chicken chop.

Everything to her is so cute. My new purse is so cute, her new bag is so cute, this fabric is so cute. CUTE MY WHITE CHOCOLATE ASS. I give you a dictionary you'll also say so cute.

It will take alotta courage for me to eventually thrust my two middle fingers (painted in hot pink) to her chocolate face, lest she inanely proceed to comment how cute my hot pink nails are. Wah, my coolness will suddenly plummet to Zero.

Some things in life are free

2005-07-19T21:05:00.000+08:00

1 metre of green fabric - Free (scavaged from sewing room)

one mini-size torso - $50

One impromptu-ly made bag to carry the torso home - 30mins of sewing

Bringing home the torso with the free bag without verifying loan with student pass (while being named a cheapo for doing so by a ugly biatch who can't sew as fine as me) - Priceless

Some things in life are free. For skills, paisay hor, we don't accept MasterCard.

Cadavars In My Closet

2005-07-17T16:06:00.000+08:00

As I was digging through my room looking for something special for an upcoming occasion, I came across this bag of stuff I had long forgotten.

I don't remember owning them. It's just sooo not me. I wouldn't be surprise to find this in other girls' room, but no, I NEVER like them in my room, 'cause it makes me feel uncomfortable.

I don't just have one of them, I have MANY. So many of it, it surprises me.

Did I bought them? How much did they cost?

I can't recall.

A couple of them gave me fragments of memories... Other than that, I don't understand why I even got it in the first place.

I was hoping I could get some quick bucks outta it, like probably sell them off Yahoo Auction. But on second thoughts, others will probably find it "dirty". These are not the best things to buy second-hand off the web, you know...

'Cause there might be dried bodily fluid on it.

Eeeeeeyur.

What were you thinking?!

Some of them have names, you know?

Bah. I don't remember. I doubt you guys will be interested to know anyway.

So instead of keeping them in my room for moth breeding, I selected 3 teddies, and one of which I will chop up and sew the pieces onto one of my self-made bag for decorative purposes.

Green teddies are weird, but who cares. I like green

Waiting to be slaughtered

(TALG: Mai Siao Lah! The big teddy and brown moose are toooooooo big lorh)

I'm torn between choosing the black halloween inpired teddy, the green birth month teddy, and the furry christmas teddy. ~~(actually I really like the christmas one, 'cause of its texture)~~

Why don't you guys vote and pick one to be dissect by the Sadistic Angry Little Girl?! Vote in the comments and the deadline is this coming Friday, 22/7/05, 2359.

*Will post graphic pictures of procedures and end product.*

MuHAahahAhaAhAhahaAhA.

This is going to be Funnnnnnnnnnn...

And I feel like... I feel like...

THAT MAN.

Next Year...

2005-07-17T11:11:00.000+08:00

After checking out Sheena's entry, I've decided.

Next year I must go Bloggers.sg!

There are mysterious bloggers I'm dying to meet. Got hot babes, got hamsem guys, got cute kids, got interesting (erm, can't think of a better adjective) ahpeks, got yadayada. What else do you want?!!!!?!

Wanna come along?

I'm just waiting to fill in the blank...

The VERY mysterious (as quoted from Sunday's paper) Mr. Robert Goh

AV star look-a-like, Ms Finicky Feline

The very quiet, but (IMO) sexy Calm One ;)

And how can I forget? The Alcoholic LMD

Anyone interested to see me, the botak??

...............

Oh well.

Yesterday

2005-07-16T21:06:00.000+08:00

Last night was a very surreal night. We finally met up after one year. And I really do miss her, my bestest (ex)-colleague - Janet.

Janet is a very memorable person in my life. She was my first colleague when I began working at Plaza Singapura, in this shop that no longer exist.

I seriously don’t know where to begin, to describe how wonderful a person she is. I remembered there were times I suffered extremely bad migraines and gastric due to some "funny pills" I took, and she really went the distance and took care of me. A bun from Breadtalk, or a bottle of herbal tea, was all it took to touch my heart. Simply because no one showed me this kind of care and concern before.

Instead of just a meet up between Janet and another colleague, I was pleasantly surprised to know another two ex-colleagues were coming too. One year ago, none of these five pretty (I am not lying hor!) girls expect that we’ll meet up again one year later. And one year later, here we are sitting at Pasta Mania, for the first time (how to enjoy last time, when we have to work?!), enjoying a meal together.

And in case I confused you guys with the term “ex-colleagues”, only Janet and I were from the same shop, the other girls were from the shop beside us.

Out of the five of us, only one still works at PS. Three of the girls have moved on to greener pastures, and as for me, I went back to school. All of them still look the same, if not prettier. I’m still the odd one out, the one with the greatest change – I went botak, and I wear specs now.

We joked about the same stuff we laughed one year ago, gossiped about other ex-colleagues. Who got pregnant, who they last saw, and what happened to my ex-crush (will talk about him another time lah).

When Janet and I walked around Basement 1 of PS, it was like a trip down memory lane. The Japanese restaurant that once stood opposite “my” shop is now a Roxy boutique. Marcx and another bikini shop which used to be beside us, is now Flesh Imp, and where QB house and Colourhouse once stood, is now a Nike Boutique.

Everything just felt as though they just happened yesterday, the yesterday before yesterday (Friday). And now I wish to go back to yesterday…(because I'm so lazy to touch my work)

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday "

- Yesterday by The Beatles

Getaway Car

2005-07-14T20:26:00.000+08:00

"Settle down
Iwon't hesitate to hit the highway
Before you leave me to waste..."

- Getaway Car By Audioslave

I really like Audioslave. But I prefer the first album as compared to the second one. The sound of the latter album really made them sound like wussies.

Lately, I've been addicted to their music. Particularly tracks that are more melancholic.

Check out Getaway Car, from their first album.

When dates are not just numbers

2005-07-13T21:50:00.000+08:00

Alotta things have been lining up for me. In chronicle orders...

This Friday (15/7), I’m going to meet up with my ex-colleague whom I have not seen for over a year! I miss her sooo much, and I hope nothing will cock up ‘cause I’m dying to catch up with her!

On the morning of same Friday, I need to do subject selection, which is basically about selecting our subjects (duh). This is an important thing cause if I screw up and chose the wrong area of specialism, I’m going to sulk my heart out, until it becomes all sour and wrinkly. And as of now, I am still a little undecided (fickle-minded twit).

I have submission on 25/7.

My latest retail project requires me to work with 3 other members in setting up a small business for a day (5/8) to raise funds. I think it will be fun but at the same time, extremely tiring. Just imagine the preparation process, when we had to make our own packaging, the stall front, the blah blah blah. You get the drift lah.

One of the members is Moley Rapper, but I think he’s generally fine, as compared to the two other girls. Anticipate some behind the scene bitching from me!

Then the next freaking day (6/8), my cohort will be going over the causeway for a factory visit! This is a postponed trip ‘cause my lecturer, Mr. Biscuit, screwed things up, so we can’t go as planned earlier on this Monday. Lousy Biscuit.

Will pose pictures of big big scary looking sewing machines ('cause I doubt there'll any pretty young thing over there)!

The crap thing is, we’ll have to be in school at 0645freakingA.M! So I may have to sleepover at a classmate’s place, so as not to screw myself up.

I have one submission on the 10/8.

Then I have TWO submissions on 22/8.

In between, slot in a coupla lazy and unproductive days and a coupla no-sleep nights will surface before the deadlines.

My balls are uneven.

2005-07-13T20:10:00.000+08:00

This week is the term break, but I am in school almost every day. I like the serenity of a laid-back environment – don’t have to squeeze the bus in the morning, don’t have to tapao food from canteen cause ~~I’m anti-social~~ it’s too fucking crowded.

I hope to self-declare a slack day tomorrow, ‘cause I’m so fucking tired. Mentally.

That is why my entries have been very irregular. I feel rather guilty bout it, but striking a balance means I can’t blog daily, multiple times a day. After all, blogging is Mental Masturbation - once a day is fine, but cannot too many times.

Besides, there are only so many things we can write about… like, do you really wanna know what food I ate for lunch today and how much I spent on transport today?

You won’t. Cause it bores the hell outta anyone (even mindless friendster profile surfers). Unless of course, you’re stalking the botak.

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Lately, I’ve been having second doubt about blogging. Sometimes I wonder, do I intentionally pepper my entries with anger and frustration, especially over little matters, or am I just blogging unconsciously as TALG? I don’t really understand what is this shit that has been bothering me… making me extremely self-conscious bout blogging. It feels as though I have uneven sized balls - one basketball, one golfball. Buay balance.

What the hell lah. This is just a passing phase. Just give me some time. I’ll get over it soon.

;)

Cater to you?!

2005-07-10T19:05:00.000+08:00

You know.. there's this new song from Destiny's Child's latest album, called "Cater To You"?

I like the video, I like the melody. It is my fave song for the moment, despite having no one to shower my lurrrrrrrve to. What a waste hor?

What I cannot stand are the lyrics.

"Sing you a song, turn my game on
I'll brush your hair, let me put your do-rag on
Want a foot rub, want a manicure
Baby i'm yours, I wanna cater to you"

Eeeeyur. Just as I thought women nowadays are not just confined to the house to serve men (like centuries ago), some women wants to go back and do the same shit they strive so hard to move away from.

"I promise you i'll keep myself up
Remain the same chick you fell in love with
I'll keep it tight, i'll keep my figure right
I'll keep my hair fixed, keep rocking the hottest outfits
When you come home late, tap me on my shoulder i'll roll over
Baby I heard you, i'm here to serve you
If it's love you need, to give it is my joy
All I wanna do is cater to you boy"

Keep "that" tight?! How to keep "that" tight once you *pop* a junior out?!
Once we hit thirty, slow metabolism will render us all fat and pear-shaped. Maybe we'll get headache every night too.

Men, if you want your chicks (or hens in some case) to look the same way they did when you first fell in love with, you better make sure you earn enough dough to foot those "maintainance" bills!

Men are great, but not THAT great. I will lurrrrrrrve my man (if I have any), but no, I am not ready to become a maid. What happened to "Independent woman"?!

The lyrics are just plain wrong... Let's ignore the lyrics and just listen to the damn song.

P/s: Please download *ahem somewhere ahem* at your own risk.

I have radio, I don't need a date, I can wait for IR.

2005-07-10T13:38:00.000+08:00

Shit have been happening to my computer. A couple of days back, my Firefox won't load, and I can only surf via IE - with chinese text. Luckily I can decipher the dots and slashes.

Thank god, I reinstalled Firefox and everything is fine now.

Or so I thought.

Now I have some crap spywares installed on my desktop. Shits like "Tune Up My PC" (no need, I got radio), "Find A Date" (dowan! dowan!), "Casino Online" (I can wait for our ~~casinos~~ IRs) and "My Antivirus Update" (Yaaaa right. More like, Virus Updates).

Salt and pepper to add to my already unhappy state.

Let Me Go...

2005-07-08T16:03:00.000+08:00

I think I hate shopping. I especially hate it when I have no money.

Yesterday after my presentation in the morning, another member dragged my tired ass to town again for ~~research~~ (YA RIGHT...) shopping.

My main purpose there is to ~~accompany~~ follow my classmate in the name of doing project research, since I wasn’t interested in the stuff she was looking at. I never like shopping at Far East Plaza, furthermore I was there for the FOURTH time in the span of half a month, so you can imagine how bored I was.

What’s so fantastic bout FEP?! Go there once in a while is fine lah, but every week (in the case of my classmate)?! What the hell, spare me please.

I never hated shopping so much. I spent more money on food that day than on thing I bought. I was so drained because of the preparation prior to the presentation, so I really wasn’t in the mood to walk around town.

Now I know why guys hate shopping. I pity my younger brother when I spotted him in FEP waiting for his girlfriend outside the changing room last Saturday.

Next time, I will not make my future boyfriend go shopping with me (if he doesn’t wish to), I will not make him carry my handbag for me. Just buy me flowers as compensation. Hehehehe.

Let me go.....................

I'm always the bad guy

2005-07-05T22:55:00.000+08:00

The minute I got home yesterday, I hit the bed and slept till the next morning. I’m so tired, I want to WHINeeeeeeeeee.

Lately, I can’t help but to keep imagining myself as the "bad guy".

The person who is chasing everyone for work.
The one who keep pestering others to come for meetings.
The one who is always kan cheong bout datelines.
The one who is fussing over details.
The same one who also bitch in agony.

Sometimes, I need to organize group meetings to discuss project, at other times, I need to assign work to different members. And usually, I am the one who speak up if I have to point out an issue.

The reactions that I’ve been getting are very frustrating. Some wants to leave early for unimportant personal reasons; others say less than 5 lines in an hour meeting. Some "suddenly" fell ill; some lagi best - they went MIA.

I kept thinking myself as the "bad guy" because:
Case 1
I kept one member earlier today for an important meeting, her friend actually messaged me over msn and asked, “Why you don’t let her go eat? She haven’t eat yet leh!”

The fact is, I just asked her moments ago and the member just meekly said a “No”. Even after my persuasion.

Fuck lah, am I am that scary?! Botak means I very aggressive meh?! I may be demanding, but I’m not unfeeling lorh.

Basketcase.

And it worries me. Is it wrong to be assertive? Need I be nice all the time, especially since people tends to take your nice-ness for granted?

I’m so exasperated, I wanna cry now.

Petals Around The Rose

2005-07-03T22:48:00.000+08:00

I chanced upon this brain teaser last year, and till now, I haven't found the exact answer to the problem, though I occasionally can get the right answers.

Those who knows the answer are very niao, they form a fraternity and keep mum bout it.

Version 1
Note: This version didn't state that the answer is either zero, or always an even number.

Version 2

Check it out and share the answer k?

Please Don't Mumble Your Words

2005-07-02T22:54:00.000+08:00

Dear everyone,
Please don't mumble your words.

Today I was shopping at Far East Plaza, when I entered this shoe shop for the second time.

The first time I was there, I thought the sales assistant greeted me "Gomenasai!", in a sing-song manner. I was like thinking, "What does that means?" It sounds out of place, as it doesn't look like a Japanese concept kind of shop to me.

Today, I was there again for the second time, another much mature sales assistant greeted me, "Come and have a look inside!"

It's only then I realised the big blunder I/the 1st sales assistant made.

Comeandhavealookinside..... -> Gomenasai!

What does Gomenasai means?

Vanity Is The New Annoyance

2005-07-01T22:31:00.000+08:00

This post is not for men - Please Click Here instead

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Remember the not-very-pretty nail polish I got from Missha?

Yes.. I was pretty excited bout that colour, but I didn't try it immediately on the day I bought it 'cause my nails had just been painted in pwetty pweety gold glitters. Couldn't bear remove lah..

I should've known better not to buy $3 nail colour. From the bottle, it looks like some funky-deep-hot-pink colour. But when I applied one coat, it looks like STABILO highliter in neon pink. On the 2nd coat, it still looked nothing like the funky deep hot pink I thought I paid for.

But instead of chucking it into my box of polishes and not use it all, I decided to mix it with some other colours I bought but didn't use too. I added in a little ugly purplish maroon and some ugly dull purple with gold shimmer (I think lmd is not gonna like this act).

With my excellence eye for colours (I got A hor), my concoction eventually looked like the funky-deep-hot-pink I wanted!

Look at the deeper ~~part~~ shade of the nuts - that's the right funky-deep-hot-pink colour I want!

Just as I *haPpy HaPpY* screw back the top, my butter finger syndrome™ acted up - I dropped the blardy bottle. It broke.

I couldn't get more annoyed. I'm not heartpain-ed. I am fucking annoyed. Wah lao...! Hot pink leh! So fugging hard to clean lorh!

It's annoying to the extent I didn't even wanna take picture to show you the horror.

I ~~got down to my knees~~ sat down on my butt (lazy Singaporean don't kneel, they sit), and began to clean up the shit.

Instead of having funky pink nails, I have ugly pink-stained fingers.

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This is not the main point of this post. My main point is, I think vanity is annoying.

I could catch 30 mins more of sleep every morning if I don't put make up. I could save all the puny cash I spend on cosmetics, and splurge them on a Ipod Mini in Green. I could sleep immediately the minute I get home, instead of having to wash off my makeup first. I could (or maybe not) get a boyfriend who truly love me for my character, instead of an ass who gets a shock the first night he sleeps in.

I think I will stop putting makeup, and devout all my extra energy into helping the less fortunate, free the hamster and birds, clean the longkang...

Bah. Crap. I'm going town tomorrow. How can I not wear make up?!

P/s: I (tried to) redirected the men cause I know they know nuts bout cosmetics. When I sat down to clean the hot pink mess of shit, my younger brother came over and added water (much to my horror), thinking that it'll help. Xiao Di Di, this is not poster colour leh!

Frankness, Moths And Baygon

2005-07-01T03:26:00.000+08:00

I strongly believe that honesty and sincerity are the best policy. Once a person is deemed as insincere and fake, it’s very hard for the others to break that barrier to know more about the person or put in faith in them.

Therefore, I rather be straightforward than to beat around the bushy bush. I can be notoriously demanding and frank when it comes to schoolwork. Sometimes I shock myself with the things that can come out of my mouth.

One example:
Remember the designs I slammed last night? While discussing yesterday, I actually said this,

“I think all her designs are out of the question. Firstly, I seriously do not see any connection from her logo designs to the company’s identity. Like, What have four red circles in a logo, got to do with the concept?!”

The rest of the members didn’t even say a word in defense.

Another example:
I printed lost notices for Ho Mia, and this is the excerpt,

"Grey tiger stripe kitty lost! *blah blah blah*... No prize lah, but any info will be greatly appreciated!"

True wat! I'm just a poor student. How can afford prize for people who found my kitty?! Return a lost "item" is an act based on intergrity, NOT from the lure of prize money.

*Extreme Sidetrack*

I just killed a black moth with Baygon, not before it gave me a blardy scare.

I seriously think moths are the most useless shit on earth. What else can they do other than stoning (pun totally intended) on walls and flutter blindly to any open lights?

They pollinate flowers?! Bah, leave that for the bees and the butterflies lah.

I hate moths as much as I hate cockroaches and spiders. But at least cockroaches provide some joy for my Ho Mia, she ever caught one and ate it! Eeeyer.

And speaking of cockroaches and Baygon, I saw this fantastic and effective advertisement outside Dhoby Ghaut MRT. There is a huge, huge, and I really mean, HUGE, model of a cockroach clutching the advertisement board, completed with spiky hairy legs and flaky wings.

It’s the most effective, albeit, extremely disgusting, advertisement I’ve ever seen. I'm quite sure it is done by Baygon.

Oh, and from my experience, Baygon are not very potent on moths.

*End of Extreme Sidetrack*

I think the moth-scare is my retribution for being so brutally honest.

Laughing Buddha buay song

2005-07-01T01:37:00.000+08:00

I think I laugh like a Laughing Buddha.

Both chubby chubby, but he more chubby than me.

But I don’t think laughing defines happiness, ‘cause I am obviously not a very happy “Buddha”.

Little little disturbing issues snowball into one issue, than is hidden at the back of my mind, when I laugh away at inane jokes I crack with my friends. When I snap back to reality, these issues continue to affect me, and I don’t feel happy again.

*Giggle when I bio Hamsem army guys in uniform in the school. Giggle*
Hot pink nail polish colour not nice, annoyed.

Hahaha.
Cat still missing, Gek Sim.

Kekekekeke.
B.Boss, my favourite place to Pat Tor(go on a date), closed down. Gek Sim.

Hohohohohohoho.
Annoying M and piling workload. Blardy Annoyed.

Hehehehehehehehehehe.
The shop I previously worked for in Plaza Sing closed down too. No more place to reminisce fond old memories. Fugging Gek Sim again.

Repeat process, whether you like it or not.

I’m so demanding, like a dowager.

2005-06-30T00:31:00.000+08:00

I am supposed to do a powerpoint right now. It is to showcase some logo designs that my group of 5 members did. I can hardly carry on when I saw the designs by one member.

How can a design student not know how to use vector drawing software (e.g. Macromedia Freehand9/10/11/MX)?! It’s not like she don’t know, she is probably not good at it.

If you are not good, then all the more important that you should practice and master how to use the blardy software, and not rely on non-design software such as Powerpoint (what the hell?!) to create logo!

Let me tell you more bout the mistakes she made.

As I’ve said above, she used Powerblardypoint to make logos. Some say it’s alright, I think it’s just plain wrong. This coming from a design student? Tsk tsk tsk.

Next, the lack of aesthetic appeal incensed me sooo much, I need to blog about it to cool down. I know I know… some people are not gifted in the arts; they naturally lack a sense for aesthetic. But, the designs by her are so slip-shot. Anyhow POM come out one.

Here got space, put one line. There not filled, put another circle.

Time and time again, I’ve seen classmate doing lousy work because they can’t be bothered to master the skills in important and fundamental design softwares such as Photoshop and Freehand. It’s like, a Microsoft person refusing to learn how to use a Mac computer.

I cannot stand this kind of shit from design people.

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15 16 days ago, I announced that 15 days later, will be a very significant day for me. Yes Powerpuff, *ting ting ting* you got it right. Cher-li gone.

~~I wanted to blog about it yesterday but yet I didn't,~~ ~~despite the fact that I missed my class and was online for hours. I was actually kinda busy, I couldn't concentrate on blogging cos I lost my cat too. Another day perhaps?~~ Excuses excuses excuses.

Not a good day.

Really Si Niao.

2005-06-29T19:00:00.000+08:00

It just began to drizzle, the air is slightly cold. Usually I find such weather comforting, but not when my Ho Mia is missing!!!

Haven't seen it for the entire day, She must be cold, hungry and lost. *whimper*

ARGH. Stupid cat where are you?!?!?!

Si Niao.

Go away lah.

2005-06-28T19:57:00.000+08:00

Today I gave up on a friend.

She was once considered very special to me. Let’s call her M.
I didn’t like M in the beginning, ‘cause I didn’t know her well enough then. I found her to be ostentatious and fake. I only got to know her better through another friend after one semester.

She was special because I thought she was different. Not another act demure kind of girl. Not another kay-kay be nice with you kind of person.

Not long after, I was proved wrong. Many a times, M disappointed me. I can forget little issues, but many little issues coming to me again and again seems just wrong.

She unnerve me at time because of the way she makes use of men, especially those who likes her. You say I shouldn’t bother too much since they are men, not women wat! But from her hot-cold attitude toward me, things just don’t seem right.

I used to take her as a friend. Unfortunately, she only treats me as a 3rd degree friend.

I’m so accustomed to such stuff, it doesn’t surprise me anymore. This will be the last letdown from her.

First time called Beautiful

2005-06-28T01:35:00.000+08:00

When I was pretty (in my own selfish assumption), I longed to be called beautiful. But I was never described as that.

When I’m not as pretty as before (means now lah), I wished I was pretty again, but I was called beautiful.

Life works in a funny way, hor?

I always associate these terms with my immediate thoughts.

Beauty -> Pretty -> Looks

Nothing further. Nothing beneath the skin.

To me then, to be described as beautiful means one looks as good in real-life, as they do on photo. The face is flawless, and the features, defined. From my opinion, beauty conjures up the image of Catherine Zeta-Jones. Womanly, sensual and classy.

One the other hand, pretty is also a compliment lah, but not as powerful as beautiful. Prettiness is just for a fleeting moment. Like today, gone tomorrow. Like Lindsay Lohan.

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Yesterday, I walked down the escalator at Dhoby Ghaut MRT, I noticed this black dude looking at me, one hand holding his mobile, mouth mumblings, looked totally astounded.

I seriously thought he was gonna make fun of me, so I looked back at him in defense.

Before I know, he approached me from behind and said, “Hi, I think you are very beautiful.”

Huh?! I look nowhere near Catherine Zeta-Jones lorh! I’m short, I’m pudgy, and I don’t have hair! I was really shocked.

The very shy me didn’t know what to say, than to stupidly mumbled a “Thank You”.

But he continued. “I think you look very unique. You are very different, and that’s very beautiful. I like it, you know? It’s very beautiful.”

I couldn’t think of anything fast enough to response, hence I kept saying “Thanks/Thank you”.

“Take care, and stay beautiful!” He waved and walked away.

Thank you man. You really made my day. This is probably the best gift I’ve ever received from an outsider since I shaved. It means a lot to me.

From today’s lesson, I learnt that, beauty is still about looks, but its perception is from the eyes of the beholder, not by industry standards. It probably isn’t about flawlessness or perfection all the time.

Gushing about Missha

2005-06-28T00:18:00.000+08:00

If you saw a shaven lady (fine, girl lah, girl lah) wearing a bandana/scarf/whatever walking around in Orchard today, please ~~buy 4D~~ say hi to me lah!

I actually bumped into so many online peeps I know today (who may not know me), it made me wonder if anyone actually knows about my online persona.

I was in town in the afternoon, doing research for another project. Unfortunately, being in an all-girl partnership now means we utterly lack control when we are within a 3m vicinity of good bag/shoes/accessories shops.

First I was in Far East Plaza, the place to See and to be Seen (not that I really bother bout that). Our main purpose there is to shop, most notably from this shop named Missha (pronounced as Mis-sha).

I sooooo blardy wanna check out their shop, cause I was eager to see their range of cosmetics! A classmate showed me her gold/bronze eyeliner earlier in class, and it was sooooo pweety pweety I wanted one for myself! I’m such a sucker for eyeliners.

A big big plus is, Missha’s cosmetics are extremely affordable! Price begins at $2.90 for nail polish, and $7.90 for most of the other stuff (such as eyeliner/blusher/eyeshadow).

Now, I don’t believe in paying an exorbitant amount for cosmetics. If you have a pretty face, you are pretty. If you don’t, spending more on brands with names you cannot pronounce won’t make you any prettier. It’s all about the effort, technique of applications and matching of colours! This comes for the mouth of a lady (ok, girl.. Girl) who used to sell cosmetics k! *smirk*

Back to Missha.

It’s quite an irony that Missha actually hired a male sales personnel in FEP. I thought he was someone else’s neglected boyfriend eyeing me. I don’t know should I consider this a plus (by catering to metrosexuals) or a minus (won’t some female customers feel weird?). For me, I didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable with him around, but I wonder if he knows enough, ‘cause he seems clueless.

Eventually, I settled down for a hot pink nail polish and a bronze eyeshadow stick.

Am a happy girl today. *happy*

Do check out Missha k? I think you’ll love it.

Majulah Singapura?

2005-06-27T02:15:00.000+08:00

I chanced upon this lady's blog late last night while ~~snooping at my ex's profile~~ surfing friendster. She's a singaporean, but is currently working in Australia. One particular entry caught my attention. I've been thinking bout it for the entire day, and decided to share it with you guys. (didn't send in for tomorrowing cause I don't think I should?)

Is Singapore really that bad? Are we really forced to live according to the system implemented by the government?

"I'm not living; I'm just killing time"

Radiohead - True Love Waits

Get to know yourself better

2005-06-26T23:21:00.000+08:00

Get to know yourself better

Your view on yourself:

You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:

You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.

Your views on education

You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.

The right job for you:

You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:

You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

What are you most afraid of:

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

Who is your true self:

You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.

TALG: Scarily true. Check it out. (got it via 9mm)

Something cheese-y going on?

2005-06-26T03:22:00.000+08:00

I thought my mum made some cheese whatsoever, ‘cause I thought I smelt roasted parmesan cheese. I love cheese, but some people have a love-hate relationship towards such pungent smelling cheese. It either makes one drool, or it makes one sick to the stomach.

In my case, I’ve smelled it since last afternoon, but yet I couldn’t pin point the actual source of it.

No, Mum didn’t bake anything cheese-y.

It was so overpowering that when the fan blew in my direction, I’m engulfed by the strong “aroma”. If I were to describe the smell with a colour, I’d say it’ll be dull mustard.

After anguishing for an hour, I found it.

Brown Parmasan Number 1 – on the foot of the sewing machine.

I cleaned it. It was in the consistency of toothpaste… Mm, healthy kitty browns.

Still, the smell permeated the dining room. It was so bad it made me self-conscious in my very own home; I thought it was me! (Come to think of it, no one really complained much bout the smell, other than me.)

I couldn't locate it, yet it was soooo heavy I lost my appetite to eat. Thank god, 12 hours later, I found the 2^nd rock.

Brown Parmasan Number 2 - Below the cabinet, beside the sewing machine

It was already semi-dried. Typical crunchy on the outside, sticky on the inside browns.

I’m utterly filled with regrets and guilt.

Tale of Squish

2005-06-25T17:11:00.000+08:00

My house situates on the left side of 3 other houses, like a row of erm, terrace house.

Further down are the new series of terrace houses, where the semi-rich folk stays, driving flashy Chevrolets and BMWs. I don’t like the new neighbours because they tend to drive very fast down the lane, hence the current generation of kids can’t play badminton on the lane anymore like how I used to. Too dangerous.

One house away from mine stays Mrs. Parker (Parker derived from Nosey Parker). We always keep the same kind of pets around the same time. The other time I kept hamsters, she raised two too. When I had a black “Mexican” rabbit, she kept a rabbit too. But things are a little different this time round…

Since the start of this year, she kept this black and white pet cat. I have no idea where she got it from, what is its name or how old it is. So let’s just call it Squish.

Every Wednesday when I got home from school after an especially sucky Marketing lesson, I always see Squish playing outside Mrs. Parker’s house, or beside the big monsoon drain. Squish is an adult female cat, has a pink leather bell chain around its neck, and was extremely affectionate. She likes to climb onto my lap and enjoy the warmth but I’m never too fond of furballs (or dingleberries) on my tops and denim.

I like Squish because I longed for a cat of my own, and she was very loyal (contradicting, but hey, she remembers me even after I shaved my head!).

After sometimes, I didn’t get to see Squish for a period of time ‘cause Mrs. Parker went on holiday and Squish was placed in care of a pet sitter. The next time I saw Squish, she still hasn’t forgotten who I was.

When I got Ho Mia last Sunday, I was thinking of getting Ho Mia to meet Squish, so that Ho Mia can have a play mate or a foster mother. But I doubt I’ll ever see Squish again…

Mum just came home looking very gloomy.

TheAngryLittleGirl: Why face black black?
Mum: Aiya.. Auntie’s cat die already…Gek sim ah. Auntie very upset.
TALG: Huh?! How come?! Since when?
Mum: Two days back… squished by the car.

I feel very sorry for Mrs. Parker. Squish was a good and disciplined cat and she really doted on her. I will never forget the sound of tingling bells when Squish came trotting to me during those Wednesday evening, that cheered me up when I had a hard day, and the fact that Squish still treat me as the same even after I shaved, unlike some other humans (er, are they?).

In Loving Memory...

I lost the pict, hence I only have this puny msn picture of Squish.

Bishan: My Area 51

2005-06-24T21:17:00.000+08:00

I managed to siam visiting Bishan again. Yesterday and today.

A friend asked me out for movie on Wednesday and he suggested Bishan, well knowing that I DETEST going there (though I never explain why). Ended up we decided to meet up in Tampines, only to realize he had to go home early. No movie. Bummer.

I can’t say I’m really angry with him. I really wasn’t. If I had been out with a girl friend, I would’ve smack her face and swore to never go out with her again, but I tend to be more forgiving towards guys.

Back to Bishan.

I really can’t stand going Bishan. Every time I’m there, I get this icky feeling, not really bout the spooky former cemetery crap (I don’t believe in such thing) but a combination of bad past memories and a current worry.

Well, one current worry is that I may bump into my ex fling. We ended rather sourly, and the fact that I was going out with mum today, makes it a double no-no.

And I have my fair share of bad internet meet up experiences before (who hasn’t?!) and most were met in Bishan. I can remember 3 experiences from my fourteenth year, still young and stupid then…

Experience 1:
Met up this really nerdy dude. Really very nerdy. A very traumatizing experience. I learnt to never expect the other party to look like Tom Cruise cos they probably look like something else.

Experience 2:
Met up another dude. Watched Flintstone the movie. Stupid show. From this experience I learnt that when guys say they will call, they mostly never do.

Experience 3:
I still haven’t learnt. Chatted up with this NS dude on IRC, then we switched to the phone and continued. After some times, we went steady (how dumb is that?) and we met up in Bishan. This sneaky guy brought me to Bishan park and I was really uncomfortable with him there. Thank god it was a drizzling but still bright afternoon, he didn’t try anything funny on me and I didn’t lose my first kiss to him. Heng ah!

When I said I want to head home, ungentlemanly dude took a cab and went off. I took the bus home.

Even thought nothing happened, I was quite traumatized by this experience, and I swore to never meet up anyone in Bishan nor go Bishan again.

Now you know why I don’t go Bishan.

I am Kenny Sia

2005-06-23T16:23:00.000+08:00

Congratulations The Angry Little Girl, you are...

Kenny Sia of kennysia.com

You have it all, or so you think. Big balls, big bird, big everything. Also a big heart and ever-ready big hug to give out to everybody who needs one. But you didn't know this. You're the one who need a hug the most. So hugs to you!

Which Malaysian Blogger Are You?

Ho Mia

2005-06-23T15:25:00.000+08:00

Ho Mia always trot to me in full speed when I lay the food in the dish. Then she willl wolf down half of it, and then continue to play...

This dumb dumb only sleep on mats.

One characteristic of hers is her four white paws. I think there is a saying or story bout cats with four white feets right?

Good Life

2005-06-21T20:45:00.000+08:00

”Sufferings only strengthen us, give a greater luster to our colours; a deeper resonance to our words.”

- As quoted from The Vampire Lestat

My kitty name is Ho Mia. Not a short form for "Hot Mia" hor. It means, Good Life in Hokkien.

I chose this name because I want my kitty to have a good life. It's a sad thing for any young to be abandoned by their mother, leaving them on their own to work out their lives and face the reality. Anyway, God never said life was ever fair.

Ho Mia - Good Life (english), Hao Ming (mandarin).

Not a bad name right? Even my mum likes it.

I want to get away

2005-06-21T12:27:00.000+08:00

I wish that I could fly into the sky so very high
Just like a dragonfly
I’d fly above the trees over the seas in all degrees
To anywhere I please

Lenny Kravitz - Fly Away

A couple of days back, I listened to Yahoo LaunchCast in school while doing my work. Then I came across this song that I absolutely adore. Now it’s my anthem when I get too tired with things and life.

Name My Cat

2005-06-19T21:02:00.001+08:00

I am a happy girl today! I got a kitten!

It's not just a plain old simple kitten picked up from the road, but an abandoned kitty picked up by another girl with an equally feline-ish name, Felicia.

I think this kitten is high or something. It's extremely playful and occasionally gets hyperactive. It scares me.

Kitty has no name. It was called "baby", but technically it's not a name kind of name. "Baby" is just an affectionate term we call anyone. So I need to think of a real pet name for kitty.

I never named any of my previous pets ~~decent~~ human sounding names, like Dorothy or Timothy. It's just blardy gay. Imagine some dumbass goes, "Dorothy! Dorothy!! No... don't poo poo here". It's like, calling out for one's retarded daughter.

Hence, all my previous pets have ~~dumb~~ cute names. My first hamster was "Ah Shu" (you know, like Ah Rat, Ah Beng or something), my next hamster was "Chi Chi". My first cat was "Kuchinta", and my first black rabbit was called "Rabito"(I thought it sounded rather Mexican, like Amigo Amigo, you know?)

Hence I need to think of a dumb dumb name for kitty!

I thought of calling it Tiger Balm, but nah.. It's like, branding your dog to be Lassie.

How bout Local flavored names like Ah Niao, or Si Niao?

I really want to give a name that's not english sounding, just in case my mum can't pronounce.

Headache headache.

I think I will leave this question for tomorrow. In case I discover new trait in my kitty, I can name it after that. (like, if it suddenly turned blardy smelly, I can name it Busoh)

Any suggestion for an Ultra Fucka Duper Coolicious cat name?!

Compilation - The bery best of Ramblings

2005-06-18T05:27:00.000+08:00

I don't have a life outside of school; it consumes me on the whole.

I feel almost embarassed to admit that I'll be in school again later, and that's two saturday in a row. I think I love the new computers too much, then again, I may just crave the company.

*Sidetrack*
Have you ever look away from your computer screen, in the dead of the night, and realised something is moving outside the window?

I just had that for an early morning scare. My maid was bringing in the laundries cause it just began to drizzle.

Thank God I don't live on the 10th floor or something.

*Sidetrack Sidetrack*
I'm applying for bursary. Usually issues like these don't really cheer me up nor do I put much hope in getting shortlisted.
Firstly, I don't stay in HDB. And because of that, I think the board will probably strike off my application, citing reason: stay in big terrace house - not applicable.

Even if I do get shortlisted for the interview, I have no idea how can I effectively put my point across - stay in private estate also need financial support and please don't ask me to move.

I think my mum says it most succinctly - Stay bungalow bian jia peng ah?! (Stay bungalow don't have to eat?!)

Sometimes, I think the board can be rather biased and one-sided. It's like, they totally discriminate people who stays in landed properties.

Need money? Sell the house lorh!

*Sidetrack Sidetrack Sidetrack*
I think most wouldn't admit that they need to apply for bursary or financial help. It sounds like a lower class cousin of scholarship, don't you think so?

Then again, what really matters is the attitude. Don't look down upon yourself, and no one would.

*Sidetrack* (x4)
Yes, Mummy is out! Haven't seen her happier!

*Sidetrack* (x5)
I visited her last thurs. Silly me wasn't aware that I can actually take an express bus back to school. Instead, I walked under the blardy hot sun, got to the mrt, rode down 3 stops, took two change of bus, then I eventually got to school.

Really blardy the... And it's not like I didn't notice there's an express bus!

*Sidetrack* (x6)
Will post Rate the Project Mate soon!

Let's escape from Eden...

2005-06-16T20:28:00.000+08:00

Every beginning of a new semester, my mind is very fresh and I can easily have many ideas and concept for my work. Toward the end, I tend to get very burntout and tired - mentally exhausted from all the work I had to rush in a three months time frame.

Rush 3 months, Rest 2 months. Not healthy in the long run...

Let's escape from Eden,
into the forbidden land
where we can be who we yearn to be...
Unprohibited Lust.

I doubt my photoshop skills are as fantastic as a certain Bandung Vader... but what the hell, her style and mine are totally different lorh.

This is the moodboard I did for an upcoming assignment - Greek-inspired nightwear turn party wear.

I'm quite pleased with it... First time make moodboard on my own leh! (the other time I cheated; I got my designer friend to help)

I'm open to all criticism. Which part, in your opinion is too light, where is not blended enough, or you actually thought the jingle is dumb; your got a better one... Just let me know k?

Rate Your Project Mate - Prelude

2005-06-16T02:33:00.000+08:00

I don’t give a hoot about exams. Actually, I have none to begin with.

My grades are based on the various projects/assignments I have to complete during the semester. Some times, it individual work; at other times, you have to put up with ~~arguments~~ discussions with your project mate(s).

From my “experience”, it’s easier to work and coordinate in a smaller group (less than 3). Anything more than 5 is considered a PaaaaR-taaay and I can forget about getting things settle in meetups.

When I work with people, I take them as classmates and not friends. I dislike it when people bring in their excess luggage and expect people compromise to that. Or equally bad, start to bash this module by exclaiming how unimportant and uninteresting it is to them; it just lowers the morale of everyone.

Therefore, I decide to start off this new section that I actually rate the people that I've work with, both for my benefit and for your blog entertainment.

Disclaimer: No real name will be mentioned, any similarity will be nothing more than just PURE coincidence. Don’t think so much k?

In other news, my younger brother cheered me up and gave me the usb thumbdrive he got from his work place. He rather give me than use it leh!
Sho sweet, isn't it? (Then again, he's probably irritated with the messy cable from the zip250 I currently use)

To think I used to ~~abuse~~bully him when we were young...

Tsk tsk tsk.

Dependent.

2005-06-15T03:31:00.000+08:00

I’ve never felt the lack of presence from my mum stronger than now. In the past, I never gave a blink if she went back to her hometown in Malaysia or if she went on a chicken farm day tour with the CC.

At least I know she will be in the company of friends and family.

But now, I worry if she is sleeping well every night, will she be afraid when she’s all alone in the ward (Dengue patients are isolated; one in a ward), or do she need anything from home.

And when she called me from my brother’s phone last evening, I can barely recognize her voice. Not that her voice changed, but in fact, what I have etched in my memory of her voice are the shout fest we had time and time again, the incessant naggings and the ching-chong singing.

Doesn’t it sound sad?

I thankful that I’m not too late, and I know I really do still need her around.

15 days

2005-06-14T16:51:00.000+08:00


This is not a dildo, you paedophilic dick!

15 days to a rather significant day for me. I’m not gonna tell you what is it about, cause it will kill the fun.

it’s not my birthday.

Be creative. What do you think it is about?

Good News and Bad News

2005-06-14T01:31:00.000+08:00

I shall start off with the good news.

My presentation was a success and for the first time, I was praised for it. I have a slight tendency to stutter/mumble/stumble over my words when I speak, therefore this assurance is an ego booster for me.

No, my head is not that big.

Bad news.
Mum got admitted to hospital for dengue fever. This is the 2nd she was down with it... I'm very worried bout it, but she sounds okay over the phone and even told me not to come down after school (since I did not sleep last night).

Sigh. Very tired but can't sleep.

What the fuck have I done

2005-06-12T19:00:00.000+08:00

in my past lives, to bloody deserve this moron as my partner?!

Saaaaave meeeeeeeeeee pleeeeeease.....
*whimper*

Project due tomorrow at 12. we are only 1/2 way there. No need to sleep liao.

Sg Idles new backup plan

2005-06-11T23:46:00.000+08:00

Today is ~~Dumpling~~ DragonBoat Festival.

Story has it that in Ancient China, some VIP was maligned and he would rather commit suicide than to let it damage his reputation. Hence, he drowned himself in a river, then some villagers started worshipping him by refusing to allow his body to be eaten by the fishes ~~(more like, they don't wanna digest pieces of him in the fish they poach)~~. So they made rice dumplings and started dumping them into the river for the fishes.

I am not sure if they have sweet or salty, two different kinds of flavours then; but one thing for sure is, Ancient China seems to have a lot of time and rice, hor? And since it's all about dumplings, why don't we just name it as Dumpling Festival instead of some fancy-schmacy name, like DragonBoat?!

Anyway, on my way back I heard loud music blasting from somewhere, a distance away. It was some guitar melody; something like what Cowboy Caleb(Nothing else matter by Metallica) had on his last Magic Story Hour podcast.

Sidetrack abit. Mr Goh, why no more podcast?! Your voice vey nice leh. I like.

Ok. So when I got in the house, my mum start exclaiming to me there is Ge Tai on the other side. Is there supposed to be GeTai for DragonBoat Festival?! Sing for who to hear, I really wonder.

Then in my room, the music just got louder.

Unlike most common GeTai with regular fixes like Teresa Teng, Fei Yu Qing and CT Girls, there is actually Guns N Roses!

Sweet child 'o mine sung by a man!

Got American Twang somemore ah!

If stripping for blog signifies the new age of blogging, then engrish rock songs for GeTai probably signifies something new too. No?

Ah... I think the Singapore Idol alumnis got backup plan liao.

In case you've forgotten who they are...

school has no people

2005-06-11T21:25:00.000+08:00

Funny it's 930pm already, and I'm still in the ~~bloody~~ lab.

No security guard, no janitor, no what-so-ever.

If only I have a boyfriend now...

Hur Hur Hur.

Moley Rapper

2005-06-11T19:27:00.000+08:00

I’ve been in school since 12 and had since faced the bloody computer for close to seven bloody hours. I’m feeling very drained and bloody now.

In the afternoon, I faced a bloody dickhead partner and discussed the bloody project. I tried my bloody best to be sugar and spice and everybloodything nice; but I still raised my voice a little over a coupla issues. Can’t stand it when he start rapping (he speaks rather fast) over unimportant topics, like I want to listen.

Moley Rapper still has the bloody moley cheek to tell me he don’t like this subject and hates doing this project.

You think I like huh?! Blame it on the fact you didn’t take marketing nor brandbuilding last sem and have no bloody idea on wtf is going on. I still have pick up after you when you eventually finish your part of the written project! You bloody ****** who cannot speel!

Spell I mean.

HMPHPPPPFFFFHHH.

My brainjuice is a little dried, I cannot think and form sentence coherently. My paragraphs are choppy and I keep using the bloody same adjectives over and over again.
RightClick+Synonyms is my bloody saviour.

I hope writing something now will rejuvenate me.

Please bloody rejuvenate me.

Wolf in sheepskin

2005-06-10T19:57:00.000+08:00

Friend is a four letter word says:
i think i'm gonna skip later
Wolf says:
skip?
Wolf says:
skipping rope?
Wolf says:
trying to grow taller huh?
Friend is a four letter word says:
exercise lah
Friend is a four letter word says:
men like to see girl skip
Friend is a four letter word says:
haha
Wolf says:
men like to see girl skip meh?
Wolf says:
why leh?
Friend is a four letter word says:
no meh?
Friend is a four letter word says:
very kinky
Wolf says:
girls skip kinky?
Wolf says:
hmn...
Wolf says:
y kinky?
Wolf says:
hahhaha. <--- TALG: Giveaway.
Wolf says:
don get it..
Friend is a four letter word says:
mai kay kay lah

A post about nothing.

2005-06-10T01:07:00.000+08:00

I'm feeling pretty emo now.

Sometimes I question my self-worth as a botak. It’s a real pity that I don’t look as feminine or as attractive as before.

I do not like to look back to the past, but at times, I found myself reminiscing they days when I fuss over my own hair.

When will I get my frigging hair back? I have no idea.

I’ve been thinking bout a certain Chris too. It has been more than half a year, yet he’s still on my mind. Blardy hell.

I think I’m just lonely lah.

Indeed a post about nothing.

HKF

2005-06-09T15:29:00.000+08:00

Usually I don’t blog when there are people around me in the lab. But I really can’t help but blog and tell you all that someone around me has HongKong Feet.

Totafuckingly ruined my appetite.

I don’t mind smelling my own feet if I have HKF, but I definitely don’t wanna smell yours!

Ulgh.

sneaking around.

2005-06-09T13:08:00.000+08:00

I used to sneak out of house past midnight for sesupper, but not anymore. I don't wanna ~~havoc~~ grow anymore fatter.

Last night, my sis sneaked out. Why do I use "sneak", instead of "go out"? 'Cause before she left, she said, "if anyone called, say I sleep already".

Hur hur hur.

I think I'm not alone. Let's just assume it was just supper.

Why am I staying back?!

2005-06-08T19:38:00.000+08:00

Lately, I have this habit of staying back in school long after class has ended.

Sometimes, I leave around 6. At other times, I leave around 8.

Initially, I stay back 'cause I ~~wanna burn CDs~~ need to do research. But nowadays, I’m overstaying cause I enjoy making use of the school computers. They are newly upgraded Acer computers, with many many design softwares installed.

Shiok man.

Too bad cannot kop home.

Of little surprises

2005-06-05T20:23:00.000+08:00

Today is a day filled with little surprises.

Usually I detest going out on Sundays. To me, Sundays are Slack days.

Sit-at-home-read-newspapers kind of days.

But I had to meet up a classmate to check out some old-school shopping complexes at Paya Lebar for a project. Considering today’s weather is exceptionally fine (read: fucking hot), I wasn’t too excited bout it.

First, I made this silly blunder of alighting at Eunos instead of Paya Lebar. When I got into the next train, I sorta like, bump, into the classmate I was supposed to meet. First surprise.

As we got out from the Mrt station, we decided to get some ice-cream. Not $2 a scoop kind of ice-cream, but $1 per slice kiap between 2 wafer biscuit kind of ice cream. It kinda cheered me up a little, not because I’m eating ice-cream, but because it’s simple unadulterated pleasure.

When we got to City Plaza, I was overwhelmed with the wide array of fashion items. There was one particular shop that left me flabbergasted.

One top for $99, a white jacket for $219, and skirts at $199.

“All from France”, said the lady. Are they fucking kidding me? The designs look as though they are current stocks from This Fashion, not France.

To sell such “high-end” merchandise (I don’t think ZARA/MANGO is anywhere as expensive as them) at City Plaza is a bloody wrong choice man.

Wrong location, wrong crowd. Gwad. Don’t they have any retail knowledge?

On the don’t-know-which level, I came across this handbag wholesaler shop where I bought a white leather handbag for $25 bucks. Not a bad bargain eh? It was an impulsive buy, but what the hell lah, I don’t shop very often anyway.

Next, we crossed over to Tanjong Katong Complex, where I had the biggest little surprise of the day. I bumped into my former secondary school mate, who used to be my best friend. Her dad just opened a shop there selling bags, accessories, and pretty pretty stuffs. Since we have connection, we were free to take multiple shots of the merchandise for the project.

All in all, my day was not as bad as I had expected.

I’ll be back soon. To buy pretty pretty scarf.

Till then again.

~~P/s: Pict of friend's Dad's shop coming soon. Fantabulous stuffs, they have.~~

Moronic act of the day, 2/6

2005-06-02T19:18:00.000+08:00

Walked past that "infamous" hair accessories booth at basement 1 of Plaza Singapura today. The sales girl promptly tried to hand me their promotion leaflet, to which I refused to take.

Do I look like I need discount hair accessories?

Luckily she didn't ~~attack~~ approach me with hairclips in her hands (like they always do). I would've slap her with my A3 size bag.

Lost

2005-06-02T00:34:00.000+08:00

8210 used to be my favorite Nokia phone. I adore its classic design, but most of all, David (some cute and macho army dude I used to have a crush on) has one in blue.

But I never got it, cos it was discontinued.

The very first phone I managed to get with my own paycheck was a purple 7250. I thought it looked like the updated version of 8210, with the characteristic oval-template-beside-screen design. Other than its design, this phone is pretty decent and foolproof. I really like it a lot. But it was discontinued too.

Sadly, the klutzy me lost it exactly one year ago; probably got overly excited over some cute army men at the bus interchange. I left it somewhere I couldn’t remember at all.

I was so fucking heartbroken and lost then. Have u ever lost a phone before? You know, that so-fucking-devastated kind of feeling?

Luckily, some “kind” soul offered to loan me his Sony Ericsson. That phone was frigging slow and not user-friendly at all. But what the hell, I just put up with it, until I lost it again - while on a date with a boy one year my junior – two months after I lost my 7250.

And ever since, I’ve been phoneless.

Keeping in touch with friends has been a little tough, but I like the carefree lifestyle that is not constrained by a gadget. I’m so used to life without a mobile phone that I can get fucking irritated over any kind of ring tones and I’m also extremely particular about handphone etiquettes.

Then after don’t-know-how-many-months, my sis passed me a 2^nd hand phone - cause I need to keep in touch with my group members for projects.

Guess what?

It’s an 8210! Blue somemore!

So what if it’s not a colour phone, it has no camera, and not gprs or black/blue/raspberry enabled?

I like can liao.

To be, or not to be

2005-06-01T02:49:00.000+08:00

“Girls can wear jeans
And cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots
'Cause it's OK to be a boy
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
'Cause you think that being a girl is degrading
But secretly you'd love to know what it's like
Wouldn't you
What it feels like for a girl

What it feels like in this world”

- What it feels like for a girl, Madonna

This is not a new song, but I absolutely adore the lyrics. It’s a song bout double standards towards the ‘weaker’ gender, and girls having doubts about fulfilling their potentials in a still male-dominant world.

Disagree?

Then tell me why most presidents are male, why majority CEOs are men, why most famous fashion designers are ~~gay~~ men.

Speaking of homosexuality, I just encountered a couple of suspect-is-gay situations. I’m not a homophobe; in fact I have a slight bisexual tendency. But I still feel a little weird, so many ‘cases’ were thrown in my face in just a matter of days. All of a suddenly, 2 males in my life are suspected potential gays. Nothing wrong, it just came as a surprise to me.

It’s not everyday, you get this kinda ‘juicy’ stuff. This is probably part of growing up.

And when I discussed this with friend, I asked her a question with an answer I can roughly expect; I asked was she at least surprised, she stumped for a split second and said “no”.

BUT I still remembered when I mentioned my slight bisexual tendency to the same friend some time ago, she vehemently refused to acknowledge it (“no lah, cannot be. You CONFIRM cannot be”), and refused to discuss further. I don’t know why.

Homophobe? Pretentious? Or do we call the above double standards too?

I hate this kinda situation; when people try to give me a different answer and TRY very hard to be different. Why are these ostentatious peeps so fucking bent on giving me a different answer? I’m not dumb lah, it is so not real, I can bloody see it lorh!

Some people are criticized or shunned because they are different; but some normal people are doing their darnest – even if it means lying to themselves – to BE different.

Such irony.

“To be yourself is all that you can do”

- Be yourself, Audioslave

Postscript: I don’t like moron 5, cos I think they make gay music; I don’t like some gays, not because of their sexual orientation, but basically their character sucks in general. My point is, there IS a difference between being homophobic and disliking certain gay/ gay related stuff. Don’t mistake me. ;)

Will work anot?!

2005-05-28T18:22:00.000+08:00

Take 8 black pills and one sachet mixed in warm water after every meal; three times a day.

The Chinese Poison

Changes are interesting

2005-05-28T18:11:00.000+08:00

Since this is a zoh boh Saturday for me, I decided to twerk my blog a little.

I added a site meter.

I changed my blog address to TheAngryLittleGirl from Fuzzarella.

No special reasons, just thought it says more bout me than simply just Fuzzarella.

Please update your bookmark and blogline, k?

Watcha wannabe?

2005-05-28T00:39:00.000+08:00

How has school been?

Like that lorh.

Nothing much to gush about, really. I’m in my 2nd year, and what used to excite me seems stale already. In fact, I dread it.

You see, my course is entirely CA – continual assessment. We don’t have such things known as exams, only assignments, projects and presentations.Can you imagine rushing 7 different projects at the same time? One due after another? It’s crazy.

If one can get five hours of sleep a night during that period, he/she is considered lucky.

I used to take pride in the fact that I’m one of the 60+ selected in last year’s cohort for my course out of a hundreds other hopeful. But as time goes by, what used to be my ambition seems further and further away. It is not impossible, but it is definitely hard to attain.

To be frank, I haven’t really decided which area I plan to major in.

I have this slight fear of my course manager cause she is a no-nonsense sort of woman.

And today, I was summoned by her cause she couldn’t get me - your Missy here has lost her handphone and hasn’t gotten it replace.

You planned to major in apparel design right?

Uh, ya.

So, I’ll give you this and this module, but you will drop this and this subject. Ok?

Yah… Ok.

Hence I made up my mind (read: anyhow pom an answer) so as not to be dismiss by her highness.

So this is it? Confirm already?

Wah piang, I don’t even know how to answer myself lorh.

You bully me is it?!

2005-05-23T14:59:00.000+08:00

I’m in a pretty cranky mood today. I have to deal with wearing a tighter shorts in a bloated body, a bleeding crotch, a handful of snooping construction workers around my house and the fact that I have to wake up frigging early tomorrow and sit through a not-so-inspiring talk from 8 till a confirmed-will-delay ending time.

You know what inspired me to start this blog?

I’ve got enough of shitty services and lack of focus-ness when I speak to people. Are they trying to make a guess by scrutinizing the bandana I wear, whether my lack of hair is due to the fact that I’m terminally ill or was it burnt off while trying to barbeque in East Coast?

It is really not their business.

I was grandly pissed off yesterday. I was ordering two cans of apple juices, but the fucking man can’t seem to get what I was saying. I didn’t tried to emulate Yoda (even if I did, it is still possible to understand!), so what was it that made it so tough for him to understand?

Ahh… He was checking out my bandana.

After uttering a dazed, “No, don’t have”, he went on and made Kopi for the dude before me. I refused to take that lousy shit for an answer, so I went over to their self-service fridge and took two cans of apple juice. Bingo Brand.

This situation mirrors what has happened to me in school canteen before. The drink stall auntie(I don't wanna mention her nationality lah) always look at me wide-eyed and needs me to repeat my order at least 2 times to get it right, and all the fucking time.

I have fucking lecturers and deadlines to deal with, please spare me another moron, leh.

I'm not even gonna start rambling bout wealth status or what I wear. But tell me, do I look LESS HUMAN to them? I don't fucking care if the drinkseller is an indian or a chinese, I don't care if that aunty sitting besides me is pure chinese-speaking or english-educated, or that man is a christian or a catholic. If you can take their order clearly, then you fucking take mine clearly as well. fucker.

A person who cannot focus and control, is as good as man who cannot do withdrawal method.

No?

Oh, I realized I need to learn and manage my anger better, if not I may xiasuay myself if I decided to throw my handbag or teh-peng or lagi worse, the chair at the next person who pissed me off if I go munching out again.


 You against botak, huh?!

Postscript: Please bear with me if the fonts & the pages appear incoherent. 1st time blogspot blogger.

This will be exciting.

2005-05-22T23:15:00.000+08:00

Cause I says so.

Well now, how often do one gets to read a blog of a botak person, a botak female to be exact?

How often do you get dishes of everyday activities seen in a different light, experienced by someone uniquely different?

Whether you choose to believe the things written here, or assume it is all made up, it is of no real importance to me. After all, isn’t blogging about interweaving real life with mind stories?

I shall not disclose too much of myself yet. Still trying to figure out how to protect one’s anonymity while blogging. My goal is to have an online alter-ego, very much like Mr. Robert Goh, FF and LMD, all of which, are my favorite bloggers.

To find out bout my detail, you have to read on and spot the dots.
To find out why I shave, you have to read on and piece the story.
To find out how I look, you have to wait till I give u a mental picture eventually.

Excited?!

Wah lao eh, gimme some support lah! *act lian-ishly pitiful*

Oh yes, I’m local. Not in US of A or “down there”. Very local.

Another little hint, my new semester is commencing VERY soon. Any guess?