I love this song. Orson's no tomorrow as u sld be hearing now as you are reading this unless ur some wierd anal retentive who shuts my fab songs up the moment u enter my site.

Its got such a swing-your-hair-around-and-jump-on-the-bed feel to it.

And damn fuck blogger. The emo entry tt u saw below was done on sat but blogger was having a menopause moment and didnt allowed me publish it and i didnt see any point posting it again today.

but sod it i have alrd written so u might as well have a look.

A million thanks to nana for being my fabulous personal online shopper and getting me Prison Break season one DVD for a fab 9 bucks. Thankews so much! or as they say in french:

Merci Beaucoup!~

yea im such a show-off.

*god im so loving this song - swings hair around like herbal essences commercial-*

I am going through another wierd phrase in my life. I have never liked sweet stuff before but now i have an obscene obsession over them. ditto the serial drama thing. and now im having a biscuit rampage binge.

If I hadnt had a penis I'd almost swear my period's coming.

so yes. Its getting really unhealthy. I ate 5 packs of plain toasted biccies today, 3 mugs of vv vv sweet tea because everyone knows biccies are nothing without strong sweet tea and half a pint of Ben & Jerry's Phish Food for Lunch and Dinner respectively.

thereby losing my appetite for rice and various random salty dishes.

and I know I have got to do something about it. But its so hard. Its like trying to blow a bubble out of a fucking bubblegum, which everyone knows is absolutely fucking impossible.

or at least for me it is.

The curse of the short tongue. damn.

I have always felt that all my life I am just that one step behind everyone. No matter how much I chase after it to keep up somehow the neverending cycle of changes just leaves me far far behind, eating the dust that it leaves.

Everyone around me will be the first to get/do someth. It can be just about anything. The first to become a pro at english, the first to get a new fashion piece, the first to become more mature about life yada yada.

And I will look at them, and think " how the hell do they do it?"

Luckily, somehow or other, I will catch up. I always do. but whats the pt when everybody has alrd entered a new realm of things?

Its fustrating to always be no.2 at everything.

sorry, but im just having a real down day.

I am officially a Prison Break Fan.

And its like, wierd as im never a serial drama buff. dun have the required attention span see. many a times I have tried to watch the OC only to be rudely woken up by me mom screaming the shite out of me for not turning off the telly and sleeping on the couch.

but then again, it might just be a terrible show.

Ditto Smallville. But im trying my best to keep up.

yes so anyway as i was saying. Prison Break is just like the most amazing show and the best part is there isnt a huge amount of hotties to make it a success. Wentworth Miller just about make it to the show's hottie list, and thats it. The rest of them are either Bozos or slapheads.

Desperate Housewives have bimbotic madames, LOST has greasy dirty sexy people and Charmed has 3 gorgeous witches who have no idea how lucky they are to have such wondrous lives as theirs which Im frankly quite jealous of.

and a shallow thing like me prefers prison break to the rest them.

I must be growing up after all. yikes. that is so not a good thought.

***

French Lesson was great. albeit there was a small glitch when our hot gay french teacher mistook the malay girl behind me as a Japanese and me as an Indonesian, I was having a good time Je m'apelle-ing, Ca Va-ing and Comment Tu T'apelle-ing my way through the rather enjoyable 2 hr lesson.

I enjoyed it so much I went off to crush Effie's tutorial and promptly became teacher's pet of the french lecturer there where she mistook me as a hardworking, night oil lighting student when she found out what i had done.

I nearly went for the 6-7pm lecture too, but I decided to get a grip on myself. Who the hell am I to fly off from tradition and miss the MTV JP POP 1 hr session that airs 7-8pm every weekday?

I have a good feeling Im going to do just great for this term.

I was a lil mortified last night when i realized that i can no longer fit all my clothes into my wadrobe.

therefore this is this pile of (unworn) clothes seating at the bottom of my bed, shooting me slitty glares and tormenting me with the various moments during hols when i went a bit mad with the money i made from the piano classes.

okay i admit. so i didnt just went abit mad.

and its not very good when ur pal dragged u off yst to parkway because she needed to buy clothes desperately as in light of her recent weight loss ( she dropped about 7kg in a month and a half. i was shocked when i heard that.) almst noth fits her frame anymore. unless u strap her pair of jeans onto her with a tight leather belt and a pillow at her tummy.

and she opened ur eyes to the male sections of female shops that i dont go to like Espirit, Topshop and so on and with my new hair cut everything kinda look superb on me.

as a result, i have my eyes set on 3 tops, 2 from topman and 1 from Espirit.

they cost a 3 figure sum.

and there are still alot of clothes that i bought that i havent worn yet.

Im going to have to get my mom to buy me a second wadrobe.

well but can i say my fren had a lovely time by hoiking off about 7 tops, 3 bohemian long swishy skirts and a pump and a lavender wedge, which promptly resulted in me becoming her butler. I knew this was coming. I knew. That cheeky bitch never gave me half of her famous amos 500 g pack and she miraculously offered it to me yst without having to be asked. the whole scene was like the commercial for the great singapore sale where the long legged slut in a red dress swished her bum ard in front while her muse get staggered by the bags he have to carry.

difference in that she aint my muse. never will be. we will both bankrupt ourselves with our shopping habits.

There is a loophole to everything. even best friends.

I will know better the next time.

But can i just say i love her to death.

I cannot believe they are not showing the re-run of prison break today.

seriously. damn them! Whats an hr long episode of substaintial TV programme as compared to the overload in bollywood movies today? >=(

okay. so i watched it on thurs alrd. but like all things nice (money, clothes, character assasinations aka bitching in a nicer term) there is no such thing as too much of a good thing. besides watching Prison Break in the night and in the day has 2 very different feel to it. I swear, its true.

I had been about to wish all indians out there a happy deepavali today, but since u guys are the cause of my current distress, I dont think so. hmph.

yes thats how much of a fan i am of prison break.

okay on to the important stuff. so we aint changing classes after all. I sld be glad but I cant stop feeling a terrible hollow anti climax as i had been mentally preparing myself since last month for the executive reshuffle. I hate to be caught on the hop see. Preparing myself for the very worse just in case it really happens.

One of the golden rule I live my life by. Get it before it gets you, even if you have no idea what it is anyway.

and now that its a false alarm im frankly, quite pissed off. I have just completely wasted about 2 months worth of self preparation and anxiety control.

The only consolation would be that i got into french. but who wouldnt anyway, when u enroll yourself 3 mins after they offically open registration?

I am kiasu, therefore i am.

and the timetable rawks. I can bring myself to orchard everyday after school from 3 pm onwards. Hooray!

thats the up side.

the down side? I could rant to you about how I nearly choked on my apple when i discovered that i would be enstranged with CSS for 2 hrs this term for lab lessons and the Great Moaning On the Phone with my best friend for 2 hrs straight after that.

I could probably also tell you how Effie and I planned to relief ourselves from the harsh cruel reality that is of our timetable in the hands Qian Ru when we realized Double D would be giving 2 hrs of tutorial.but really, it hardly makes for reading material.

But just so you know, it involves a cut throat razor, a high rise building, and a " you jump, I jump" scene from the Titanic.

Oh and Qian Ru of course.

Oh Darlings, its back to the non stop rush of deadlines and presentations again.

And then it would start all over again.

u know. the whole " omgawd hi! i nv knew you were from my course! what's your name?" thing that people do at orientation while they smile and appear nice so they can mentally lay some ground work on member selection of the new semester's project work members. God the awful tedium of it all. its a dirty job. nobody likes it. but everyone's got to do it.

I am refering to the new class arrangement thing of course. illusive and all as it may be now seeing that school's starting in a week but the people at the management are still shaking their legs refusing to give us any news of the new time table or anyth much really.

why the school is paying them slackers is beyond me.

but i have decided. If there is an orientation for the new class thing this time, and trust me honey, there probably would be ( look at them counseller faces, they wouldnt miss a chance) ,I wont be there to schmooze this time.

not like i was there during the course orientation of course. I had better things to do.

like pick at my toenail.

So i may seem anti-social and all ( i probably am anyway) but hey, I hadnt been too crazy about the idea of playing treasure hunt in school like i had when i was about, oooh 5 and screaming myself hoarse when i have to do that in 2 years when i enter the army anyway, so why the hell should i put myself through all that 2 yrs in advance?

hey, even keith hadnt attended the main compulsory orientation, the one even i had attended ( daft, thats what i am) and it certainly hadnt did him much harm.

not much anyway, apart from being shot daggers 4 ways during project work.

but that wouldnt happen to me. I mean, im nice. see. nice big smile ( bogus of course, but so?), round trusting face and nice funny repartees in comebacks. you wldnt catch me seating at the first row during lectures alone, no sireee!

but its so irritating in a way that i can be the smug boy right now, but neverthelesss when the week looms closer to its end i will undoubtly become a sack of nerves. it always happens. bloody hell.

I say its in the genes.

ah well.

at least this will come in handy as a ready made excuse to get 40 bucks from my mom to but that pair of distressed jeans from revoltage. hey, we always have to make a good impression dont we.

and talking about clothes, i dont think i will be eating vv much next semester. in fact, nt very much for the next 2 and a half years. no thxs to the bloody home raids tts been going on with illegal music downloads.

i was calculating my monthly allowance just now, and previously i could barely get buy feeding, transporting myself from 1 place to another and still supporting my shopping habit with the meagre allowance i was getting.

so now if i still want nice songs in my Zen V Plus and still be able to do all the stuff as mentioned above, i realised i have to either sacrifice my shopping habits, or stop feeding myself. just bloody because i had to buy music albums from now on.

there wasnt much choice to begin really. of course i had to buy clothes! so it just meant that i wldnt be eating vv much for the next 2.5 yrs as said above.

why the hell do ppl dwnload in the 1st place anway? its because there arent enough nice tracks in albums for ppl to think its worth buying. so if music companies actually make artistes produce nicer stuff instead of 80 percent thrash on albums, maybe the police wldnt have to do all these home raids.

and i wldnt have to give up eating, for that matter.

well, the only consolation? i would be able to fit into any clothes i want by the time term ends, cause i wld be so bloody skinny by the end of it, i wld give nicole ritchie a run for her money.

oh bother!

i could have blogged a few days ago. ( 4 of them, to be exact.)

coulda wuulda shuulda. but i was just too tired.

your author here was a guest registration officer ( read: pretty counter boy) for Globaltronics 2007, some hyped up electronic convention that has all the movers and shakers of international engineering and media companies come along and walk around in their shiny leather suits and trailing glittery scarves and ooh and ahh about the latest in electronical technology while having their fair share of free pouches available.

privately though, i have a sneaky suspicion they are only really here for the pouches. but oh well.

i thought it was easy work. not

the first day i arrived home from work, i was so tired, i slept at 8pm. as in 8PM.

even the cows sleep later than me. thats how bad it was.

it was straight standing, rigid plastic smile and repeated "thank yous, goodbyes" for 9 hours straight in front of fat cheapskate obnoxious customers. and oh god being the newbies that we were, me , qian ru and her pal were given the hairy eyeball by those "seniors" who had worked for the company before us and therefore earning their rights to scoff, ignore, take an hour and a half to eat lunch, and dump half their pile of data entries in front of our faces with an icy "do it.or else." cum evil smirk.

and we couldnt squeak a no. we just had to zip it and cop on, at the same time destroying the linings in our stomachs and giving our ulcers a shot in the arm.

we were like slaves really. albeit being suit wearing, leather shoe-ed ones.

but it wasnt all bad.

our boss was a nice smiley friendly man who goes by the name of terrance and insist that we dun call him Mr. but go by first name terms instead, which was all very well despite the initial shock of the email we received pre-work with a large close up of his pic that had me screaming. not all the customers were cheapskate fools with a penchance for free black pouches and i even managed to flaunt off my jap language skills today when an obasan mistook me for a japanese.

that was a pride moment, being mistakened for a jap. i positively glowed.

my mom hadnt wasted 11 hours in labour for me after all.

anyway thing is work is truely over and i have got my MOOOLAHS!. so anyone up for a lil bit of retail therapy?

this a response to an entry of sherilyn's.

well. what can I say, but scrutinizing, comparing and moaning abt oneself are all part of the job description of a teenage girl age 13-18.

I got that from my mom. apparently, its natural. And seeing that she hasnt hanged herself the past 18 years i can only say that she has been coping with her bootylicious body very well.

Though mind you, she puts the term " bootylicious" to new scales and heights.

Either she is really, really in self denial about her weight, or she's really confident about herself. Somehow, I suspect the latter. You would too, if u watch her at work screaming to her assistants twice her age to find the piece of paper she had in her hand 5 secs ago.

but I digress.

anyway, all this big hoo hah abt appearances are pretty much stimulated via all those skinny models with the waif-like air, perfect glossy hair and crystal clear, baby smooth skin.

However, your author here realized it was all a very big blown-up scandal when I went to have my hair cut to fabulous wondrousness by my miracle worker of a hair stylist,Z ,yesterday.

A little bit here about my miracle worker here. Z (name protected) , my hair stylist, has over 10 years of experience in the crowning glory industry and has sculpted the glossy crowns of Lee Ryan, Utt, Chen Bo-lin, Ling Yi-Chen as well as many of the top local stars like Kym Ng, Taufik, Sylvester, Fiona Xie and the 2 MTV fat brats May and Choy ( they were there yst with their phillipino model muse and god were those 2 a pain in the ass, screaming and demanding till a hairstylist actually broke down and sobbed when i was there.)

basically he has seen it all.

He told me that on the contrary, most models and actors/actresses have worse hair then most regular people and are generally much fatter then they seem on Mags and TV and vv importantly, they do not have perfect skin.

perfect example.

May and Choy the 2 fat brats who had looked gorgeous on that shampoo ad and on TV do not look like that naturally. I saw the both of them in the flesh yst and jeez were they FAT. Z had been tamming their bleached destroyed hair with a hot tong and was beside himself when I walked in so he could do my hair without trying to get his tong tangled in May's hair.

apparently, ( and this is really exclusive behind-the-scene news), the pair of them are losing their hair. and its not just the receding hair line kind. but as in patches of hair.*cue shrieks* Z, with a lil persuasion from me, had a great bitching session about celebs. Kym Ng is a perfect celeb to work with as she is very professional and nv kicks up a fuss. Felicia Chin is a sweet girl and Z absolutely loves her to death. But Fiona Xie is the biggest bitch of them all as according to Z she is very very demanding and stubborn to hell.

However they all share the common thread of having shite destroyed hair. their glossy magazine locks are done by using an entire bottle of hair serum and oil before using lighting and a great amount of photoshop work to make them look perfect. One celeb, name witheld as apparently Z is vv fond of her as she is a vv nice person, had hair so destroyed the serum cldnt work on her and she had to actually wear a wig!

so u see, all those actresses and models are actually all humans, just like you and me. in fact, some of them are worse then us.

fussing abt appearances is important, but we sld not let it totally take over our lives and kill the person that we are inside by becoming an empty soul.

which actually, would do me a good reminder to stop fussing abt my weight.

ah well.

dun u get those days when u wish u cld fly off to some fuck off country ( New York, Madrid, Japan...) instead of trudging around mopping in life's second handed misery here?

AKA.

studying ur brain cells away, mixing around with friends that u noe are more like survivor cliques instead of the kind that u cld call up and talk to them abt ur toenail without freaking them out,

and blogging emo entries like this.

So there i was, feeling sorry for myself and picking at my toenail thinking how shite life was when i saw a nick of my fren on MSN who had been studying in Australia and had came back for summer hols and her nick went like ," Sg's too fun for me!"

I blinked and thought she had been concussed by the cows (or is it sheep?) in the farmhouse place she had been staying in Aussie.

Sg's not too fun for studying. In fact on crap days like this, i think studying Marketing is more fun then Sg.

...

well, almost, i suppose.

anyway.

If she can go on like that, I dread to think what Australia is like. I mean, arent there all those powdery sand beaches with the crystal blue waters that are scattered aplenty all over that sunburst country? and all the cows and sheep u cld milk and go ard all day with pigtails and milkgirl poppy skirts that revealed ur knickers if u so much as breathe, singing mountain songs while running hand in hand giggling happily with the farm boy whom they share the same sheep dog with next door( or rather, next hill) if u had so wished?

I can only conclude my fren hadnt played her cards right and hadnt gotten her hands on the farm boy next hill.

ah well.

Ur author here on the other hand ( i like saying that, " ur author" ) simply cannot wait for the day when i finish up the last of my education here and pack my bags to fly off to New York. So what If i wont have money? isnt life supposed to be all abt embracing spontanity? I can just hook up with a couple of people there, get a job as a waiter serving food to C-List actresses and it wont be long before im on my way to showing Madonna how to shake her booty on her next concert entourage.

But then again. dreams aint real.

so long.

***

pissss: Im cutting my hair tmr. call the pope.
pissssssssssss: Its going to be short! well shortish i suppose. ciao~

im bored. and i have been tagged by one of those irritating find out all about me quizes that nobody bothers to read anyway because they are just so goddamn fucking long. but hell. I have too much time on my plate anyway so i shall play along.( it wasnt suppose to rhyme)

and if i sound abit pussified, thats because i have shooting mucus a hundred k per hr everywhere ever since this morning i woke up. I HATE COLDS.


1) Do the following
2) Choose 5 UNLUCKY people to do this after you've completed yours
3) Leave a tag on their tagboard to let them know

-Favourite colour: chilli red
-Favourite food: I dont do food honey. next!

-Favourite movie: this is cliched, but i have to say Titanic.
Favourite sport: Gymnastics.

-Favourite day of the week: Wednesday. because prison break is on.
-Favourite ice-cream: Banana Chocolate

-Favourite TV shows: Music Station. Thats Japanese Tv entertainment,mind.
-Current mood: fucking bored.

-Current taste: if sex: vanilla. if clothes:Japanese street.
-Current clothes: FILA top and 80/20 sarong pants.

-Current desktop: Windows themed wallpaper. Im boring. shut up.
-Current toenail colour: nude.

-Current time: 3.54pm, sunday, 1st of october.
-Current annoyance: FLU! DUH.
-Current thoughts: how long is this quiz going to take.
-First best friend: Barnabas Nadan.

-First crush: Thats private for god's sake.
-First movie: amazingly, i remember. It was Sliding Doors. the one with Gweneth Paltrow in it.
-First lie: cant rmb. too many.
-First music: ditto.
-Last cigarette: 2 years ago during my teenage angsty phrase.
-Last drink: if ginger beer counts then yes, now.

-Last car ride: this is a stupid question. next!
-Last crush: ahhhhhh!!! *turns red*
-Last phone call: to qian ru approx 5 mins ago complaining abt the skinniness of her dog.
-Last CD played: Chemistry

-Have you ever dated one of your best friends: No. its probably illegal.
-Have you ever broken the law: yes. i bring bubblegum bck frm malaysia. that counts rite.


-Have you ever been arrested: god no. Not that angsty.
-Have you ever skinny dipped: yes. but thats not really for u to noe either.
-Have you ever kissed someone you don't know: yikes. Im not Anna Nicole honey.
-Have you ever loved and lost somebody: yes.

-Taken or crushing? neither. im in love with myself.

-Are you happy with your life now? no.

-When you meet the right person,do you fall in love with him/her fast?

thats not possible because there is no such thing as a "right person." those stuff are inventions of fairytales and people with too much imagination. you are preaching to the converted deary.

-Have you ever had your heart broken? you've got some nerve asking that.

-Do you believe that there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?

yes. if ur partner is gay or les, then i suppose its perfectly acceptable.

-Would you take someone back if she cheats on you?
she would never get the chance cause she would be dead after im done with her.

-Have you ever talked about marriage with another before? oh yes. too many times then acceptable i think.

-Do you want children? No. but ask me that again 5 years later.

-How many?- ditto.

Would you ever consider adoption? yes. why not.

-if someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feelings? simple. tell me.

-Do you enjoy getting into relationship?
not enjoyable. but not too bad i suppose.

-Do you believe in love at first sight? yes.

-Are you romantic? no.


-Do you believe you can change someone? yes. a little threatening can go a long way.

-If you could get married somewhere,where would it be? New York.

-Do you give in easily when you are fighting? No. Very rarely.

-Do you have feelings for someone right now? Noooooooooooooooooooo!

-Have you ever wish that you could have someone but u messed it up?
i dun mess things up honey.

-Have you ever broken a heart? Dunno.

-If one day your best friend falls in love with the person you are deeply in love with, what will you do? Simple. Kill my best friend. She would have done the same so no harm done.

-Are you missing someone now? no.

5 UNLUCKY PPLE: Im nice. so none of you are getting tagged.

tata~