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MOVED

2011-03-22T21:26:00.001+08:00

moved to: http://adaptat10ns.tumblr.com

ty

2011-02-24T10:55:00.000+08:00

just die teh bunch of u. just die

Going down the rabbit hole

2011-01-20T20:12:00.000+08:00

K I just had the strangest dream. I was in Europe w my family. We were watching Harry Potter in 3D and the stupid people were charging $100 per 3D goggle. I was pissed and confronted the manager telling him why do i need to pay $100 for things and words that 'pop out'. Everyone applauded. When I went back to my seat. My brother was encased in a big ostrich egg shell and my mom told me he started talking just like me when I'm one years old. Then he popped his head out of the shell and started talking.

Have i finally cracked? Does this finally warrant a trip down to the cuckoo house?! :(

Promise this

2011-01-13T20:20:00.001+08:00

you won't leave me alone once the year ends.

30 DAY CHALLENGE: Challenge #04

2011-01-09T11:08:00.002+08:00

Discuss your view on religion

I'm seriously all cool for multi-religion society and all. Just don't impose your religion on me.

It's seriously fking annoying. Like OH U WANNA GO FOR THIS THING AT MY CHURCH!? Or like OH YOU WANNA COME WITH ME TO MY TEMPLE?!

If you asked me for the first time i'll be like 'aww that's so sweet but honey i can't make it'.

Then for the second, third, fourth, FIFTH consecutive time i'll be like making up excuses to not go.

Then if you continue doing that i'll be like BITCH STOP ANNOYING ME.

Then i'll unfriend you on Facebook.

So now you know.

KATY PERRY STALKS ME!?

2011-01-06T22:40:00.002+08:00

Katy Perry: My fiancée and I genuinely enjoyed visiting on this page, I was just itching to acknowledge if you barter featured posts? I am always seeking to find someone to make trades with but its just a consideration I would ask.

Dear Katy Perry,

I thank you for your kind tag on my tagboard. It brings me unending waves of pleasure crashing down upon me to know that such a megastar is visiting lil ol me's blog.

I'm glad you and Russell (I can call him that can't I? I could call him dirty-old-douchebag but that'd be kind mean) enjoyed my blog. And i would suggest seeing your Family Doctor for that itch. We all know Russell's had a pretty wild life before settling down for a Californian girl like you..

Although it might also be a result of you kissing too many girls. Like justin bieber.

I would love to trade with you. I could trade u some of my common sense (i.e. marrying Russell) and you could give me those whip cream boob-bra thingy featured in California girl. OR the firework boob-bra thingy featured in Fireworks. Or anything along the line of your personal collection of kinky bras.

We all know you borrowed some from your sister justin.

XOXO (I kissed a girl and liked it too),

Zheng Yu

Another day, another end

2010-12-31T23:39:00.002+08:00

Thank you all for 2010. let's look forward to 2011. No frills, just us.

30 DAY CHALLENGE: Challenge #03

2010-12-28T23:24:00.002+08:00

Your views on drugs and alcohol.

Popping bottles on the ice. Like a blizzard. (i like)

Getting stoned and looking/smelling/behaving like a crackwhore (i.e. Amy Winehouse, Lindsay Lohan)... (not so much)

30 DAY CHALLENGE: Challenge #02

2010-12-27T00:08:00.002+08:00

Where you'd like to be in 10 years.

Hopefully still alive and kicking LOL (As in no seriously, I don't want 2012 to kill me)

Mm I hope i'll be jetsetting around the world in a kickass vehicle. It'll probably not be a plane, I'm quite sure there would be cooler vehicles in 10 years time. Maybe like a teleporter or something.

I'll be living the high life. Socializing with the pinnacle of the upper class, while still maintaining contacts with people I treasure right now.

Hopefully I'll be making a lot of money and having a successful career. Maybe I stumbled upon the entertainment industry.. Who know?

Mm actually on second thought, if all that happens i'm probably not alive and kicking anymore (i.e. I've gone to heaven).

Merry post boxing day thingum!

30 DAY CHALLENGE: Challenge #01

2010-12-21T23:02:00.002+08:00

Discuss your current relationship status. If single discuss how single life is.

I'm 100% pathetically single.

Well, I'll call it pathetic. Some other people say that it's a lifestyle choice. It's a hassle to be in a relationship. I say that those people are either too fugly to get laid... or too fugly to get laid.

Being in love is an amazing thing. It's funny how so many people vehemently deny that they like someone. Why can't they just say whatever's on their mind?

Single life for me is fine i guess. I've never really been in a relationship before. One giant dry spell. Like a barren desert. Or a barren womb.. Potato, potatoes..

Meh. I guess being single has its perks though. For example, I get to take sole possession of my king sized bed in my room muahahahha.

And also I won't be subject to the symptoms of PDA where we try to suffocate each other by attempting to use our tongues to reach each other's lungs.

Meh. Sour grapes.

Being single sucks. Period.

30 DAY CHALLENGE

2010-12-21T22:58:00.004+08:00

Oh my god Boxiang. Thanks so much for the awesome blogging idea :D

I just realized the quality is really bad. Okay basically this breaks down 30 topics one can blog about so I'm just going to give it a whirl since I'm really out of material to blog about now!

I REALLY need a new hobby.

2010-12-05T22:33:00.001+08:00

I need a new hobby.

2010-11-24T23:41:00.001+08:00

Ohmygawdcatz

2010-11-21T23:00:00.001+08:00

I just realized my blog has been lying dormant for awhile and yet there are awesome readers checkin in here everyday! <3>

This week has been quite laidback and I kinda got lazy. But guess what? I'm down for Attachment for the next 2 weeks at Haridass Ho Law Firm and it's gunna be E-P-I-C!

I shall try to update as much as i can ok?

Lots of love!!!

Grrrr-Aaaah

2010-11-11T22:49:00.002+08:00

A lot of things are annoying me right now:

1. Honestly, some people think that the world cannot function without them. Do you really think it's our fault? Look back and see what you've done. What do you have left? Nothing. Because you always think you're having the higher moral ground, you just view us as wimpy, spineless trash who NEEDS your protection. Bitch, please. Who made you King of Anything? And since you're not one of us anymore, because we're all on the 'Other Side', then shut up. Cause honestly, what you're doing is just making you look like a whiny, childish bitch.

2. On a similar note. Quite tired of the way my views are being bounced off. No one seems to care. I'm just a small prawn. Give me problems, I'll try my best to solve them. No one seems to give a damn about the people.

3. Oh good lord mother. I'm 17. How long do you think you can really keep me under wraps.

Things were..

2010-11-09T22:03:00.000+08:00

At least on the surface, simpler.

Checklist.

2010-11-08T21:51:00.002+08:00

You know a friendship's good when...

1) you aren't afraid to fall, because you know there's someone to catch you at the bottom

2) you share the most epic moments, and the most awesome memories

3) the silences, the short SMSes only mean you're close enough for them not to matter

4) you can say, "I love you", and mean it

5) you finish each other's sentences

6) you don't think about what you say before you say it

7) time passes, relationships break and begin, but we can just pick up where we left off

8) A true friend is someone who sees the pain in your eyes when everyone else believes the smile on your face.

9) on your worst day, only one person sees your tears, and makes you smile (or a few, if you're lucky to have that many friends, which I think I am!)

10) you think you know yourself, but someone knows you better.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. :)

Suddenly, the cynical side of me is already seeing it as a bunch of rubbish. It is telling me that impermanence is omnipresent and that there is no such thing as a true friend.

And yet, the other side of me, the one that thinks he has experienced true friendship is looking at the list, silently ticking off the points he has, and the ones he doesn't.

It's gonna be a long, lonely journey back boys.

Losing faith (And now I suddenly made it obvious, haven't I?)

2010-11-07T13:47:00.003+08:00

And not in the religious way either. I've never been a particularly religious person. I mean I do pray to God and stuff, but I've never been to church, nor do I really know what people do in church.

But I digress.

But what I'm losing faith in is closely similar to losing faith in religion. Both are organizations of a sort, with a structure that has been standing for a long time (although Time in this case is really quite relative). Both are known to be unbending and rigid. And both has been with me for a long time (again, time being relative here)

I thought I've made peace with a lot of things with regards to this organization. But recent events and the way I've seen people behave in this organization has made me doubt everything that this organization stands for.

Like a church, there is a very obvious, yet unspoken hierarchy in this organization. On the outside it looks happy and clean and bright, but on the inside there's always whispers of anarchy and forces threatening to undo the delicate, fragile balance of the organization.

I feel like I'm losing faith in something that has kept me going for a long time. It's still the same organization. The pastors, the scriptures, the teachings. Everything remains the same. And yet at the same time, everything has changed.

I feel cast on the outside. The top is the one making all the decisions, and one sometimes can't help but feel that their voices are not important, nor are they heard. And so one keeps quiet.

I doubt a lot of people would actually understand what I am talking about. Perhaps those who know me better, my section or some confidants would.

They say change waits for no one. I guess I just missed the last train.

A day in the life of Justine Bieber

2010-10-28T16:53:00.003+08:00

Justin Bieber:

Okay, smile at the camera, smile at the camera, i need to pretend that these girls turn me on

Blonde Cheerleader to JB's right:

Okay, like, i'm like SERIOUSLY freaked out now, cuz like, why is this 9 year old boy like staring at me. it's like. wrong. like totally wrong. i can be like, his MOM. Okay, like I'm just going to not look at him. The way he's staring at my boobs is just like, you know, ABNORMAL.

Brunette Cheerleader (who looks vaguely asian) to JB's left:

mmhmm, Okeh, i just KNEW there isn't anything down there. Wait till i tell all my pinoy gurlfrenz.

Brunette Cheerleader Next to Jayden Smith:

breathe, blink, breathe, blink, breathe, blink, emphasizes cleavage

-repeat process-

Dolphins are gay sharks!!!

Jayden Smith:

Yo, why am i always seen with the Bieber wuss. The guys at sch's been beating me up all day after i worked with him on that lameass music video for Karate Kid. I WANT OUT. I WANT MY DADDY

Creepy Uncles behind:

Booooooobs/youuung booooys/LITTLE GIRRRRRLL IN A CAP WITH BLONDEEE HAIIRRRRR

Liquid heaven

2010-10-24T22:42:00.001+08:00

Red eyes I see
Watching carefully my face
Smiling with fury and pain

These eyes are mine
Reminding the time
When mind and body decay
I laugh as I die shivering with ecstasy

My body lays pale
At the corner of the room
The syringe piercing my vain
And oh these eyes are still watching

Bloody is my nose
Thrashing is my heart
I no longer care,
I fly

I scream as I die-
terrors beyond belief

NO SEXING ALLOWED IN THE GYM

2010-10-11T01:30:00.002+08:00

People should really understand that making orgasm faces and grunting like no tomorrow in the gym is NOT. SEXY.

Far from it, it makes you sound like a sex-deprived pedophile.

You're doing weights, not Megan Fox.

Kthxbai!

As a matter of fact-ly

2010-10-04T22:18:00.002+08:00

Seriously, I seldom whine nowadays. I always try to take it in my stride, but sometimes stuff seriously just gets fucking annoying.

Right now I'm just feeling fucking irritated about everything I see. So what if you didn't study for promos? Stop fucking whining la, if you didn't study suck it in and just work harder the next time. Take it as a lesson learnt, all these shit about giving up and stuff is just really negative for everyone, including yourself.

Also, I'm seriously feeling fucking annoyed and confused now. I never seem to fit in anywhere. One party isn't whom I associate myself with, and yet they are my kind. The other party is one that I find myself being able to relate to, but there are already fucking cliques around and shit like that and it's like I'm merely being used as a tool and for their fucking entertainment. Eh seriously where the hell do I fit in, you tell me lah?

Honestly not looking to after promos. Band's going to start and a whole slew of fuckery is going to descend from the skies again. And History and Econs tomorrow. Everyone's negativity is getting me down so bad..

So you know what? Fuck this all. From now on it's just all for myself. Screw this shit.

will you?

2010-10-02T12:33:00.001+08:00

When you look at your beautiful 5 year old child playing
And you didn’t know you could love so much…
Will you still love them if they come out someday?

When you use hateful words about gays
And your 13 year old child is listening…
Do you realize they may already know and are so afraid you won’t love them?

When you voice your opinion
And condemn the union of same sex partners
Your 17 year old child may have hopes…
Family, home, dreams

Did you mean to shatter their picture of a happy future?

Probably the last post before Promos (i.e. I'm out of things to write)

2010-09-23T20:26:00.002+08:00

So, promos is in around 11 days! That's really fast. I'm sorry for the lack of amusing posts nowadays. I've been feeling pretty zen and up there. My behavior has significantly demured compared to last time. hope that the other side of me isn't gone for good! but it feels good to come home with a clear head and with a lot of positivity and hope in life! especially during this time..

So i guess this final post before promos (don't count on it, i might make a surprise re-appearance!) is just me wishing all my dear readers (dwindling by the day) to have a very good promo/eoy/post eoy period ok? Gambatte! :D

2010-09-20T23:00:00.001+08:00

This happiness is merely fleeting.

2010-09-19T00:15:00.002+08:00

I really wonder how many people think they know me very well. They never tell me that. I assume, they assume. This world is filled with assumptions.

Too many assumptions.

Some people think that I'm pretty 2-dimensional. You know, like the whole bipolar/schizo thing going on. They seem to see that I'm either crazy and insane and bitchy, or just in a really bad mood. They settle into the routine of expecting either of that.

But i ask myself, is that all I really am. How many people actually know why am I behaving in that manner. How many have actually even bothered to try understanding. Is it really tiring to try to understand a person. Have they all grown to anticipate and settle for routines and patterns.

Do they even understand the conflicts i face sometimes.. Yes, they may empathize, they may be there to lend a listening ear. But how long can I rely on half-baked support and patronizing smiles or worse feigned deafness and fucking indifference and cliched comments.

So yeah, this is a big fuck you. Seriously.

FUCK. YOU.

Thanks jessica, for posting it on FB!

2010-09-12T19:37:00.000+08:00

Wild Honey

2010-09-11T00:10:00.002+08:00

Kays, normally as you know, i don't do stuff like 'recount posts', but seriously, Wild Honey deserves this special post. You know how in the morning in when you go travel, you always wake up in the hotel thinking you want to 'lepak', but the breakfast always makes you rush down to get the buffet and have a nice, warm relaxing start to a day? This is how Wild Honey makes you feel. Seriously, their menu is so diverse, reflecting so many cultures from all around the world, and we only managed to only capture the Tunisian and the Canadian food! But nonetheless, it's really amazing!

We are able to peruse the menu through the iPad! I mean, how freaking awesome is that?!

Plus, was in the presence of AWESOME COMPANY! :D

Hi Jiaquan! :D Who was so awesome to reach early to book our table!

Hi Seow, who asked jiaquan along so that we had such awesome company for breakfast! :D

So like, i had the most amazing cup of espresso, ever!! (For $5, it was a tad bit on the expensive side, but it certainly provided me the pick-me-up after my insomnia last night so that I could study a lot later in the day!!)

Walter had the Tunisian Breakfast, which has this Middle-Eastern influenced style of cooking! All three of us agreed that it tasted vaguely like 'indian food' LOL.

The eggs are prepared sunny side up in a pool of sweet and sour relish, complete with two pieces of lovely soft toast and a bowl of tomato and cucumber relish, which I claim to be Salsa but didn't really taste like it HAHA!

JiaQuan was creative and ordered side dishes because he wasn't really hungry.

His breakfast included bacon, the nice greasy fatty kind which are unbelievably good. Potatoes sautéed in garlic and butter and grilled vine tomatoes. Freaking. Good.

I ordered the Canadian breakfast. Do not be deceived by its seemingly innocuous appearance. It packs AN UNBELIEVABLE PUNCH OF GOODNESS! Sautéed field mushrooms on toast covered by prosciutto ham, egg benedicts (remix) and Hollandaise sauce ♥♥♥. IT IS SO. GOOD.

So yep, thankful for awesome company and looking forward to my next trip to Wild Honey! :D

If I Were A (Cover)Boy

2010-09-11T00:08:00.003+08:00

I could probably work for like some slimming centre or something.

Kays jiayous zhengyu! Use this as inspiration to continue slimming down :DD

KAYS ON TO WILD HUNNEH

Moral of the story

2010-09-07T11:58:00.002+08:00

"Once upon a time, when a boy was born, different parts of his organs are debating over who should be chief of the body.

The head says, "I'm the one who does all the thinking so I should be chief".

The legs says, "I'm the one who carries the weight around here. I should be chief!'

The hand argued, 'Hell no, I'm the one who does all the work, I should be chief!!'

The heart retaliated, 'Erm no, I'm the one who pumps the blood and keeps the body alive. I should be chief!'

And then in the midst of the heated argument, the arsehole proclaimed 'I should be chief', leading to eruptions of laughter from the body parts. The arsehole was severely offended and decided to go on strike.

Now the organs are all extremely worried, as now the body is slowly failing due to poisoning, so after an emergency meeting, the motion was passed, and the arsehole became the chief.

Moral of the story?

All chiefs are arseholes."

- Dad, 2010

And you know what the scary part is?

It's actually all true. *nods sagely*

Peace?

2010-09-06T15:53:00.002+08:00

I have been living in relative peace and 'zen-ness' in the past few days. And it's like i just keep wondering when it'll all end.

I think I'm living a relatively blessed life.

I have two loving parents that i can (most of the the time) live with and talk a lot of stuff with, and a brother who i'm (again, most of the time), on very good terms with. So I'm pretty happy with my family life. I'm blessed with a great family and family relationships that some of my friends aren't so privileged with.

I am studying in a really good school, with teachers that are (most of the time) dedicated to teaching us. I'm faring relatively well in my subjects (in that I don't fail that much) and I can catch up with the coursework, though I'm plagued by laziness sometimes (like now, in Malaysia, when I'm like not inspired to do any work at all)

I'm not very much successful with anything I do. I'm not in the band exco, and I do feel the occasional stab of jealousy once and then, but I learn to deal with it and keep it in and offer my support whenever I can.

I am surrounded by people whom I all care about to varying degrees. I occasionally become paranoid when they say negative things about certain someones because I know I'm guilty of those kind of behaviors sometimes and I become a little down.

I have many close friends, from both my class and band and my old class, but friendship sometimes remain ethereal, like many of the friendships I lost in 4H3, where people from there seem to not recognize my existence at all.

I have a best friend. He helps me through everything I'm facing and always seem to understand what I'm going through. He may have his flaws, but he is a far greater character than I am, and he never intentionally wants to hurt me, and I'm glad that this special friendship is not one-sided, and that I am not investing in someone emotionally in something that is one sided, but there remains the constant fear that it will not last.

So this is a post that might be essentially about nothing in particular, because I have just listed everything that is always, perpetually going through my head, but yet I always hide it with my over-the-top behavior, as many of my classmates have testified to.

I just wonder how many of them really knows what is really going through in my head, and whether they even know this side of me exists.

I really need to find a way to conquer my fear of change.

but for now, thank you everyone, good or bad, for making my life where it is today.

Kim, Kim, Kim..

2010-09-04T22:35:00.002+08:00

I really hate to break it to you, Kardashian...

but madam tussade somehow managed to make your wax bitch look even less plastic than you do.

Dear Mr. Hairdresser

2010-08-26T22:24:00.001+08:00

I specifically asked you to cut my hair short and not too short,

I did NOT ask you to SHAVE MY HEAD TO PREPARE ME FOR FCUKING BRAIN SURGERY.

>=(

OMG I'm really uninspired and unfunny

2010-08-26T19:24:00.002+08:00

Okay, seriously. The reason I've not been blogging is really cause Promos are being a major pain in the ass and is preventing me from blogging funny stuff.

BUT the thing is, the OTHER reason is *gasps* i don't think i'm as funny as i used to be anymore.

It's like, I can only make so many references to Miley Cyrus' crotch, or private parts or drawing analogies to really nasty things.

Or insinuating that I'm a girl with lots of estrogen.

Or like, making fun about male periods.

I. AM. SO. UNINSPIRED. IT'S. NOT. EVEN. FUNNY.

Nowadays in school whenever I try to make a funny comment it'll only draw sideway glances and stuff like that, like OMFG WHAT IS THIS PERSON SAYING!? I can't even act bitchy anymore!! D:

OMG what is happening to me?!?!

I have a theory:

The testosterones are finally kicking in.

All these years of suppressing it with estrogen and vaginal jokes have FINALLY SENT MY BODY SYSTEM OVER THE EDGE. AND THIS IS LIKE, FUCKING PAYBACK OR STH.

Omfg, i feel fucking stranded now...

Miley... Miley are you there?

*help me*

Dreams

2010-08-16T22:54:00.001+08:00

I'm in a macabre circus.

I'm in the dark forests

I'm in the swamps

I'm in the graveyard.

Each of them, i end up jumpin off the building.

Why isn't there anyone.

2010-08-06T09:21:00.004+08:00

"I feel that you're closer to him, than he is to you"

Where do i go from here. How could I have been so blind not to see it.

Now would be a very good time for God to come and help me.

Pls take me back, to a time where there was no hurt, no pain, no confusion.

You tell me, is this true? Have i always been a burden, a source of discomfort.

From a friend... For a friend.

2010-08-03T23:36:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time in Chinese Fairytale Land, there lived a young asian boy named Jolly. However, quite unlike his name, Jolly was a nasty boy full of angst and rage. His parents often wondered what had gone wrong with their upbringing of their son. Have they not showed him enough love in their own simple ways? What caused him to be so indignant towards them? They were puzzled as to why would their child be so full of anger.

"I hate you!" Jolly shouted as he stormed out of the house, forcefully shutting the door behind him with a loud bang. As a child, Jolly had been loved and cherished by his parents. They had given him all the gifts that he wanted. They had also showered him with red packets as a token of their adoration during the Chinese New Year seasons and his birthdays. Now, as a teenager, why had all these acts ceased to be? Why were they nonchalant towards him and even caned him severely when he did badly in his exams?

Triggered by the thought that his parents had forsaken him, he decided to leave his family and dropped out of school. He got a job, which required him to do hard labor from morning to night, and supported himself. Because of the hatred in him, his character was rude and uncouth, which led to everyone calling him a ruffian and his friends slowly deserted him. Although he did not tell anyone, Jolly desperately needed someone whom he can confide in. However, a tough image is crucial. He had to be strong in society, and he will not change anything to be taken for granted once again.

Back at home, Jolly's parents were worried about their little kid. Even though it had been over a year since they had last seen him, they were both still very concerned about their son's well being. It was in their tradition that they do not show too much affection to anybody lest they appear weak and useless. The only way they could emote themselves was through material things. However, they wanted their son to be independent and stopped providing him with toys and extra money - only the basic necessities.

It was inevitable but in his line of work, there would always be a physical job hazard. Jolly was afflicted with a twisted ankle and was forced to lay in bed for a few days. During his solitary confinement, he wished there were someone there with him to talk to. Although he was angry at how unfair the world and his parents were, and would always take it out on others, he needed love. He wished he could shatter his tough facade, but he did not want to be hurt yet one more time. He needed love and attention. He is afterall, a human. A human capable of feeling sad and lonely.

When Jolly resumed his work, he was introduced to his new female supervisor. As the week progressed, she noticed that he seemed spaced out and lost. This was especially dangerous when physical strength and mental awareness was needed in his job. She called him into her office and asked, "Jolly, what is bothering you? I may be your supervisor, but I can be your friend too. Tell me what is wrong." No longer could he hold back his pent up emotions, Jolly looked at his new friend and pleaded, "I need a hug."

Jolly felt happier. He had finally came clean and broke the chains of oppressive pride. Even though he might still be skeptical about people and their intentions, he would allow some to enter his life. Even if the world was unfair, he realised that there are some people who truly cared for him. He sat down and thought about his parents. He had allowed anger to consume him and was not able to think rationally. Perhaps his parents loved him afterall. Perhaps there are more ways than one to love somebody. Perhaps he had been wrong.

Papa and Mama had received a call from their son. He would be coming back today to see them. They were tremendously excited and cooked up a feast for the occasion. When the doorbell rang, Mama jumped up and rushed to open the door. She gave her son's hair a little ruffle and smiled. It had been so long since Jolly experienced a physical affection from his parent and he knew in his heart that they had been waiting with bated breath for his return. With humility and respect, he presented them with a piece of pie and took a bite. Papa and Mama looked at each other then at him. They nodded and hugged each other. It was a quiet kind of love.

I Like... Running!? New tagboard bitches!

2010-08-01T23:36:00.002+08:00

Remember when i said i hated running? (http://adaptat10ns.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-and-running.html) Well, I have to say sth to this world.

MILEY CYRUS IS A SKANK

i like running omg that's why im putting it in such small fonts D:

No i am not kidding. I don't know who (Walter Seow), how (going to the gym everyday) has made me become addicted to running. I feel like i'm literally turning my back against this bitchy, perez hilton-y persona that I have so carefully crafted to go RUN. FREAKING RUN!? That goes against ALL bitch codes okay. I shd be smited or sth D:

Anyway, i'm really out of things to blog about. Because like, promos are appearing in front of my eyes in like 2 months and i AM REALLY STRESSED RIGHT NOW.

And oh btw i replaced my tagboard because there's like, WEIRD PEOPLE POSTING ON IT AND IT WAS THIS HYPERLINK AWAY FROM LINKING U POOR UNSUSPECTING PEOPLE TO A CHILD PORN SITE D:

kthxbai. i need to go run.

Because Love has always been blind and unconditional

2010-07-26T23:18:00.002+08:00

Cry me your tears of poison

And i shall lick each drop

Off your eyes that stares without seeing.

Rules of Love/Happiness

2010-07-25T23:37:00.001+08:00

1. To have love reciprocated

2. To love without being judged

Anti-gravity

2010-07-25T21:46:00.001+08:00

Am i the only one who is starting to feel putting on masks is tiring and cumbersome.

I'M BACK BITCHES! I HATE PHOTOS?! I HATE NAKED MOLE RATS!! I HATE TONGUES!

2010-07-16T23:17:00.002+08:00

Okay BITCHES. Guess who's back on DA HOT SEAT! Let's get this post underway.

I would like to apologize firstly for not posting anything substantially bitchy for like A MONTH SO FORGIVE ME IF THE JOKES ARE SLIGHTLY STALE OK :D

So this is another "recount post" which is kinda annoying but oh well i think it'll satisfy each part of my social circle.

So today we had this BATASS ANNOYING THING CALLED 'PHOTOTAKING' *cues horror music*. Not only did we have to wait like AGES for it to be done, the photographer is DAM ANAL OK.

Oooh the middle guy pls smile, you're pouting.

HELLO BITCH. POUTING IS SMEXY OK. SMILING IS SO PRIMARY 5. Anyway if my dog like FUCKING DIED IN THE MORNING DO YOU THINK I CAN STILL SMILLLEEEE!?!?! (my dog didn't die. i don't have a dog. im a sad boy)

Oooh your hair is sooo long fringe touching. you want gel?

YES I WANT GEL. TO STUFF IT UP YOUR WHINING ARSE. OMG ARE WE ALL GOING TO PUT OUR FRINGES (lol i just totally typed fingers. FINGER OUR FRINGES!!!!) LIKE WAY UP TO HAVE A RECEEDING HAIRLINE!? :(

Can you all pls take off your spectacles?!

EH EXCUSE ME I DIDNT KNOW YOU ARE PREJUDICED AGAINST BESPECTACLED PEOPLE. Do you know that my spectacles are the only thing that prevents YOUR EPIC FLASHLIGHT FROM ASSRAPING MY CORNEA EVERY BLOODY RESHOOT!?!?!?!? It's like my condom. Only better. And smexier. And without a coke flavor.

But i digress (hastily i might add, for sooner or later i would have to explain the coke flavor)

So yeah it was a highly frustrating 15mins.

Aaaand i hate naked mole rats. that's all im gonna say. (no im not prejudiced against Kim Possible or anything)

OH AND SERIOUSLY PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION (PDA) IS FKING ANNOYING CAN. Like i was on the bus back home from band today. AND THERE WAS LIKE THIS COUPLE KISSING.

And they were like, TRYING TO USE THEIR TONGUES TO REACH EACH OTHER'S LUNGS AND I MEAN IT'S JUST WEIRD WHY SO MUCH TONGUE YOU KNOW YOU CAN GET SHIT LIKE HERPES!?

(disjointed post, abrupt ending. a decent comeback i'll say :D)

Green Carnation

2010-07-13T21:46:00.002+08:00

Then he said te amo
then he put his hand around me waist
I told him no,
He cried Te amo
i told him im not gonna run away
but let me go
My soul is crying,
without asking why
I said te amo,
would somebody tell me what he said?
Dont it mean I love you

the flowers in my garden remains crushed by that single black high heel

To everyone

2010-07-12T23:03:00.002+08:00

This isn't going to be a post with any frills or fluff (or, at least i'll try not to let it be one). This is a post from my heart to you people.

As you guys might have known from my last post, I've been suffering from quite a bout of erm.. not depression but more of melancholy and definetely lots of mood swings. But what really touched me was how many people came forward to help me get out of this funk in one way or another.

Thank you, A16. For being the most awesome bunch of classmates I've ever had. Especially to the people who came on MSN to wish me well, or to offer a listening ear or to talk to me late into the night, or those people in school who are always by my side. I thank you all. I love you guys so much.

Thank you, Band. For giving me the music and making me love band again. Thank you, everyone in band. Thank you my section, for being the most fun and crazy people I know.

And thank you to a few special individuals for going that extra mile to make sure I feel alright by the end of the day.

I feel so sorry that I have to put so many of you through my moods and my temper but i thank each and everyone of you that stood by me regardless of what storms Im facing. It really makes me feel loved and cherished.

So, this post is for all of you.

eyeshadow

2010-07-09T00:26:00.002+08:00

i've been under a lot of stress lately. i'm not afraid to admit it. there's been a lot of emotional trauma that i have sustained throughout the week and it has severely wrecked my body. i can feel my sanity spiralling out of control.

at times, i feel like throwing up. at times i feel like just curling in one corner and cry. in the middle of econs lecture. (no, im not fucking pregnant..) but i just keep telling myself. hang in there, buddy. just hang in there till the weekends.

so im here now, bare and vulnerable. i plead to the higher powers above. please let the weekend come. deliver me from this bitter torrent of unshed tears and seas of unspoken hurt.

i shall put on my makeup. my heaviest foundation, my most intense shade of rogue.

and own that stage one last time.

Not Yet Ready

2010-07-08T23:24:00.001+08:00

But just to let you guys know i'll be back someday. There's a need to recover from the aching of the heart.

BLOCKS HAS GREATLY IMPAIRED MY SPEECH CAPACITY

2010-06-30T19:19:00.001+08:00

Over.
Suck.
It.

BITCH.

no freaking idea.

2010-06-28T20:07:00.000+08:00

-wails-

-rants-

-collapses-

time to study :(

-apologetic grin-

2010-06-24T22:24:00.003+08:00

Well yeah, as you all know I've promised for quite some time to do a video review of Justin Bieber's new song with Jaden Smith. And it was already in the post production stage, but by the time I managed to get to it (the writing has already been done), it just feels passe and old. So i'm afraid this is SCRAPED.

Sheesh, now i feel like Lindsay Lohan, or Nicole Scherzinger, or Mariah Carey. All those albums that never came out in time... So meanwhile, I shall attach a little poem I've written last night for your viewing pleasure and apologies once more.

Thank you for supporting this blog and I will be back with awesomeness soon.

PETALS

I give you this lavender;
Plucked straight from the Garden of Eden
May its beauty and innocence
Charm its way into your gay heart

I would weave a garland of violets
And bring you back to Ancient Greek
Of Aphrodite, Eros, Hermes, Heracles
And place it around your neck

I would place The Blue Flower
Gently on your lap
And stare with you into the night skies
Reaching for the stars of desire

I bestow upon you a single
Green Carnation
A being not of this world
A gentle outcast, not of this lifetime

I will gift you a stalk of unopened yellow tulip
Erect and upright in a bush of acacia
And hold my breath as you return me
One yellow carnation.

I will bring you into the Garden of Eden
Whereby fruits are plenty and abound
And seek shelter underneath the gentle breeze of the Orange tree
And you shall bequeath me with a bouquet of Marigold

For the heart, you’ll say.

I shall carve my flesh
And dye this white rose red
For you, my love
All for you.

But as the sun goes down,
Naught but a single black rose
Shall lay upon my garden,
For all the flowers in this world could not reach out to you
Like how a woman, seduced you.

VIDEOS OF THE WEEK

2010-06-19T00:08:00.002+08:00

Yeah i know im still owing u guys that Justine Bieber video i'll do it ASAP KAYS!? TO APPEASE U PEOPLE I HAVE ATTACHED SEVERAL VIDEOS FOR U VIEWING PLEASURE!!!

AMAZING DANCE

AMAZING SINGER

A Slight Diversion (Either you're in, or you're out)

2010-06-14T06:37:00.004+08:00

Slight diversion from my material. Just had to get this off the top of my head, if not this insomnia might continue on for a few more days.

I'm absolutely pissed off now (whoa, big surprise there.) at the unfairness of it all. Imagine being a beautiful dress, albeit designed by a relatively low key designer. It might be of equal quality of dresses with a Louis Vuitton brand, or Chanel, or Prada or Fendi (you get my point, let us not go down the road of actually SINGING/Rapping Fergie's 'My Humps' because we all know how fucking cheesy THAT would be), and might actually be even BETTER than those dresses with brands, but just because it isn't branded, it isn't internationally recognized and thus it wouldn't sell as well.

Do you get it? And just because Lagerfield, Donatella, Gucci might appreciate it and include you in their little fashion designing clique, but in a totally selfish way, how much good would that do me when this fashion clique gets disbanded and we all go our own routes and I apply for Fashion Shows, and I realize that I'm not chosen partly because of the fact that I might be part of your stupid motherfucking clique, but I'm not IN it and thus I'm out.

Do you even get it? Or is anger clouding my judgement and all these are just vindictive statements flowing from my poisoned fingertips? Do you even understand.

Side note: People who ignore SMSes absolutely pisses me off.

And you might think that i'm being a bitch and all, and that I'm being unreasonable, put yourself in my own shoes ok. And to quote Christina,

and if you don't like it, fuck you.

Advertising!!!

2010-06-14T00:39:00.000+08:00

Okay, before i launch into a mega-epic bitch tirade about the Justin Bieber and Jaden Smith collaboration, which i find perturbing to say the least (and you KNOW i have soooo much more dirt to dish),

DO TAKE A LISTEN TO MY FRIEND YUQUAN'S LATEST RECORDING. GO LISTEN AH. I'LL CHECK THE COUNT IF IT DOESN'T INCREASE THERE WILL BE BLOOD.

Kthxbai lots of love!

Reasons why I have not been posting

2010-06-08T22:17:00.003+08:00

Dear readers,

I feel like I do owe you all some sort of an explaination as to why everyday when you come to this blog you see it as untouched as an old virgin's vagaga.

I'm insanely, horrendously, britneyliciously jetlagged out of my fking zombified mind

No kidding, I slept 13 hours for one day, and none for the next. Clearly you could see the damage it is doing to my mental system!?

I'm busy managing THOUSANDS (yes, literally thousands) of photos

From the europe trip JUST FOR YOU GUYS (yes including the cute boys and girls i took at the expense of doubts cast upon my sexual preferences)

Blocks are in 20days and i have done zilch, nada, zero

Let us all please just silently empathize here shall we?

Ok, this probably just made me sound like a whining bitch, but i'm serious. There is so much stuff to settle! I promise i'll be back once I'm done with the photos so meanwhile, please do be patients THANKS! (:

Freaking mother of all that is cool

2010-06-05T20:17:00.002+08:00

Imma be flying back to Singapore tonight Parisian time!!!! Which means that it will be 4am Singapooore time!!!

I shall be landing on Sunday 9.00pm Singapore time and will be pleased to see my legions of fans waiting for me and shouting my name.

Or not. Imma be tired :/

Wee im coming home....

NOPE NO INTERNET CONNECTION IN FREAKING PARIS EITHER

2010-06-05T13:37:00.000+08:00

Hokay bitches! I'm IN PARIS HOMG.
-faints-

Hope this lives up to my expectations.
Bye!

PS. Lol dam short right. Nah i'll be back soon with more bitchiness to add upon!
Byeee!!

Neither has zhengyu found internet in Switzerland

2010-06-03T19:29:00.000+08:00

Duh, of course if you're seeing this there obviously isn't any internet because I'll probably be going OH MY FKING GOD THERE'S FKING INTERNET IN ULU SWITZERLAND. And then all the swiss people will THROW CHEESE AND ROLEX WATCHES at me and Roger Federer would like hit me with his tennis racket and balls :(

Anyway, ALL these shit im about to say are assumptions LOL because as I'm typing this I'm still like in Singapore :( It's 7:32 now. I suppose I would be uber excited then. Hmm anyway I suppose Italy would have been great and if things go well I might have already bought myself a nice leather jacket and chocs for ma girls and boys (Hopefully LOL) I might even have photos of hot italian boys for the girls and hot italian gurls for da boys!

I shd ttly make them into postcards.

How's holidays for you? I shd be back in like a few more days so wee for you people who are about to get nice pressies! Dno what time it is in freaking SIngapore now, but hope the weather has been awesome for you guys!! :D

Jiayous and study hard for blox ah!

PS seriously if you're reading this i'm dam touched kays.. So leave a tag saying "XXX was here (muacks <-- optional)" Then i'll know i have the same amount of influence as lady gaga!!

OH OH I SHD HAVE SAID STH ON THE OTHER POST.

IF LEE DEWYZE FUCKING WON AMERICAN IDOL I'M GOING TO BE SOOOO PISSSED RIGHT NOW.

Kays bitches thanks for reading! Do look out for the next post!! :D

No, zhengyu hasn't found internet in Italy

2010-05-30T19:25:00.002+08:00

Wee, this shall be a filler post crafted on 26th May 7.25pm Singapore Time just for my readers who still check my blog even though I'm away on vacation. (Assuming there ARE people who check my blog when I'm on vacation -narrow eyes-)

Anyway, I'm probably enjoying myself in Italy right now, which is a good thing because Pasta is always freaking amazing. And the italiano accentos are always so good, and it reminds me of Super Mario - THAT'S YOUR OPINION!

I wonder how's things going on in Sunny Singapore now? How was ur holidays? Leave a comment and tag below and check out this blog in a few days if I left any more easter eggs along the way! :D

Another name for 'HIATUS'

2010-05-26T17:08:00.002+08:00

So yep I'm leavin on a jet plane (hokay emirates airline) to happy Europe! School's out! Fun's in. Let's do this BITCHES.

Have a happy holiday y'all! :D

Trying to squeeze in some original material tonight

2010-05-25T22:16:00.002+08:00

Hmm Squeeze..

Anyway, hi guys. Yep leaving for Europe tomorrow! Where all the hot french bitches resides wee!

Before we begin, good luck to loyee and the HC Choir who's probably on Emirates right now enjoying their flight! All the best and jiayous ok! :D

I can't find anything to write about. Nothing interesting has happened nowadays. It's official. I've stumbled upon a writer's block.

Perhaps a holiday is really what i need for me to come back with fresh inspiration!! :D

Will try to blog before leaving for europe!!!

This might/might not be a filler post, depending on how you see things.

2010-05-24T19:04:00.002+08:00

I have stumbled upon this little bitchy things called writer's block. but don't worry my dear readers, i'll write something funny and bitchy to keep you guys updated while im gone for holidays in europe!! :D

Source Based Question (you know i'm pissed when i don't mutiliate my posts with drama-mama bolds and italics and underlines and bigass fonts)

2010-05-22T20:03:00.005+08:00

Ok class, let's do a little history! (Since our history teachers haven't done anything with regards to SBQ yet, might as well start a little early).

Analyse the following sources and infer the message [100]

One could infer from the source that these two pictures are actually the same and that the only difference is that the phototaker zoomed in on the first picture, or cropped away the flag so as to make it seem there is actually 2 pictures, possibly to make up for the fact that he has absolutely nothing so try to scare us with numbers, oh poor insecure photographer. Sad boohoo sob-sob face.

Why does one assume it to be paint. Maybe it's actually the result of students killing a Griffin that has come to attack the school in the middle of the night and the students transform into power-fucking-rangers and destroyed the monster with their light saber and then griffin went CHEEKABOOM and blood splattered everywhere and the power rangers probably missed a spot because they were too goddamn tired and there's a math lecture test tomorrow.

(Of course, following Power Ranger rule, that would mean the monster would become ginormously huge and the rangers will summon their megazord and have 5 mins of dramatic sequence and kill it again. Sad monster face)

So listen, i have all the respect in the world for you but please do not make such baseless accusations directed to our class when it is not even our class benches hokay. Our one is the one outside the tennis court with freaking labels all around it.

My father does not pay $500 school fess monthly just for me to be moved around the school like some freaking puppets and ending up in the canteen where one would assume we would suffer public humiliation from everyone staring at us, casting weird glances and throwing eraser shavings at us. (which by the way, is never going to happen)

Examiner's comment: excellent analysis with personal thought inside Score: 100

Should I be worried? ;)

2010-05-19T23:16:00.001+08:00

Valentia says:
*it was kind of embarassing
*and i got really high on this happy meal toy

WARM IT UP says:
*Lol im like that at night
*Hokay i do assume that geeting 'high on a toy' means like you were happy
*and that you were not like
*you know
*sexing it up x/

Valentia says:
*yeah i realised getting high on a toy sounds wrong
*oh i shd tell you what my ACS friend told me
*she said that she and a group of friends went exploring at this HDB block
*they went to the staircase
*and saw
*a couple doing it
*like doggy style from the back
*like whoaaaa!

WARM IT UP says:
*HHAHAHAHAHHAHA WHAT!Q?!??!?!?!?!

Valentia says:
*yeah
*like live sex
*damn scary

WARM IT UP says:
*live porn
*because like..
*sex is live..

Valentia says:
*HAHAH.

WARM IT UP says:
*unless its necrophillia
*AND LETS NOT EVEN GO THERE

Valentia says:
*hmm yeah
*...
*but its so interesing

EH-ONE-SIX!! I'M NOT A VIRGIN!!! WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!?!?! DOREMI? MORE LIKE OHEMGEE!! SOMEONE CLEANED UP HER ACT~ SCREW U 6666th

2010-05-19T22:12:00.006+08:00

HOKAY BIG DISCLAIMER:

THIS POST MIGHT OFFEND SOME PEOPLE, BUT DO NOTE THAT THIS IS ALL IN GOOD FUN. NAMES WERE NOT MENTIONED AS THIS BLOGGER DOES NOT WISH TO HURT ANYONE.

Hmm let's start off by saying that A16 is seriously the best class anyone can wish for. Everyone of you guys are simply awesome! :D

Hokay so this post will be kinda those 'recap posts' which i frown upon most of the time, but I shall try to make it sound more interesting and maybe add in some fun stuff at the end of this!

So, I officially lost my Sogurt Virginity to Walter Seow yesterday. It was so fking good. I mean seriously it is foodorgasm at the ultimate. The frozen yogurt was so freakishly awesomus-yummily-fantorgasmic [insert (mmm... insert) naughty food porn phrases here, NIGELLIA LAWSON!] So thanks Seow for introducing this naughty food to me (and making my dreams filled with phallic shaped, banana-flavored sogurt) Oh and met up with A16 there also lol. It's like our new fav haunt! :D

Oh and WHO'S LAUGHING NOW YEN KAOW (yah we all know who we're talking about) cuz seriously, we love being in Zen Garden. If they seriously think that by moving us further away from the canteen will like FORCE US TO ALL BANG OUR HEADS AGAINST THE WALL CUZ WE ARE LIKE FKING HUNGRY MOOOONSTTEEERS then they're totally wrong.

But the SHEER MINDFUCK I GET EVERY MORNING FROM AN EPISODE OF 'BENCH BITCHES' IS NOT HELPING ME WITH MY MORNING ~~SICKNESS~~ DEPRESSION HOKAY. So shoo off please bitches :(

PS. Kids, the part below is about to get real dirty, so if you're under 18 just gimme 5 stars, tag and get out of here. But if you're underage, i don't really care...

...

DOREMI WAS LIKE HOMG ARGHHH. Seriously. The emcees were endearing for like 5mins. Boeing 777 was fucking funny though.

Then it descended into UTTER MIDTEMPO CHINESE BALLADERY FOR A FREAKING 50mins. I mean i applaud them for writing and having the balls for coming up to sing but it was SO SUBPAR AND MEDIOCRE that it makes me think like how many entries were there in the first place. I DIED at the girl with the vibrato that makes her sound like a VIBRATOR IS LIKE STUCK IN HER THROAT OR STH [ DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MY THEORIES ON HOW IT GOT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE >=( ]

There was also a TONE DEAF WALRUS WHO LOOKED LIKE HE WAS ON STEROIDS and auditioning for so you think you can dance. Someone needs to teach that poor kid the concept of BEING ON TUNE. Seriously.

AND THE TOP PRIZE WAS GIVEN TO THIS SUBPAR ASIAN WANNABE VERSION OF SUGARBABE or PUSSYCAT DOLLS or like SPICE FKING GIRLS. It is an INSULT ok. Just because you have an overused, melodramatic scene involving a telephone not being answered [were you trying to reach lady gaga? (hellohellobabyyoucalledican'thearathing, IM DYSLEXIC)], a random rap put in the middle and BEING THIS CLOSE TO FLASHING UR VAGINAS ON STAGE DOESNT MEAN YOU DESERVE FIRST PRIZE HOMG.

The guest performances were honestly subpar. But thank god it started picking up pace towards the English songs part. Yusong's song (pun) was seriously really good. The arrangment and lyrics were all good, but the vocals were slightly weak and i think the song 'Warning Lights' was taken too seriously because i was BLINDED by the spotlight BURNING MY CORNEA EVERY 15 SECONDS.

There was this girl who had this rich, earthy voice whom i absolutely LOVED. She was awesome, honestly. And then came up a couple who's likely to like break up because he has herpes and she has gonorrhea in like 6 months who sang a mediocre song about rain and ASSUMING THAT WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND THAT THE RAIN WAS AN EXTENDED METAPHOR FOR TEAARS OH IM SORRY THAT WE ARE SO INTELLECTUALLY DISABLED NOT TO UNDERSTAND UR OOOH SO PWEEETTTTY METAPHOR. Suck it.

Yuquan was awesome. The only happy song. It was really good. Rhythmic and melodic wise. But the guitar was a tad bit loud at times. But it was good. He was the only one who looked truly comfortable up on stage and I'm glad that he's happy again! :D

So like the HERPES-GONORRHEA COUPLE WON. Along with EarthyVoiced girl and Yuquan. WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO.

EPICK. FAIL.

Meanwhile, on other news.

It's good to see that Miley Cyrus has decided to clean up her act, and by 'act', i meant VAGINA.

AND SCREW U 6666th VISITOR FOR NOT TAGGIN. I'M TTLY DRAGGING YOU TO HELL OKAY. RAWRS.

Yep that's my life. Do rate, comment and subscribe! :D Love y'all!

3 more people till 6666...Lala remember to tag! :D

2010-05-19T19:48:00.001+08:00

IT IS IMPORTANT TO NOTE THAT THERE ARE ONLY 11 MORE SLOTS TO BECOMING THE 6666th VISITOR. LEAVE A TAG PLLEEEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD N TELL ME HU U R!

2010-05-18T23:10:00.001+08:00

Before I blog about Zen Garden, Awesome classmates and the SHEER BATASS HELLHOLE THAT WAS DOREMI, I have to ask

2010-05-18T22:37:00.002+08:00

Dear Higher Power,

Why the FCUK DO I COME HOME WITH NOTHING FOR ME TO EAT!? I'm not a lindsay or paris or nicole or olsen kays. I do eat.

(Which kinda means until my stomach is filled i'm taking a no-blogging vow)
(Which is kinda like Gandhi)
(Except I'm not bald)
(Or indian)
(Or bald.)
(like Britney Spears)
(Parenthesis are cool)

Before toddling off to Malaysia for Europe packing related stuff

2010-05-15T09:42:00.003+08:00

There are three types of people in this world - those who can count and those who can’t.

Quoted from Box's blog: Under the cypress above the wind

Apologies

2010-05-12T23:43:00.002+08:00

I do apologize to my readers who come here looking for gossip and bitchiness and only found angsty, filler posts. I would like to address that I am going through a rough patch right now, and things are a little hard.

So would like to seek your understanding while i get over this uber big pile of crap that's facing me. Yes, even crappier than being strapped to a chair and forced to listen to a toxic concoction of Miley Cyrus, Justin Bieber and Ke$ha. On loop.

When the going gets tough

2010-05-11T22:35:00.001+08:00

You eat tau hway. Been facing a lot of shit today, but it's thanks to people around me that helps me get through this kinda rough patch. Thanks you guys! Love u all :)

WooHoo

2010-05-10T21:17:00.000+08:00

It's a FKING GOOD SONG. Go listen!!

(This is a filler post)

Lack of sleep exhibition A

2010-05-08T22:45:00.001+08:00

THIS SHITZ IS BANANAS says:
*Ok ok, this week not as bad

JIARONG says:
*not as bad
*i'm bleeding to death here
*and aching
*):::::::::
*not as bad my ass

THIS SHITZ IS BANANAS says:
*ur ass is bleeding!?
*DOOD DONT EXPERIMENT

I realized 10 seconds later that she said "not as bad, my ass" and not "not as bad as my ass".

Oh, once that can of worms was open...
-shudders-

I CANT BE TAMED.... IM LADY GAGA

2010-05-06T20:56:00.004+08:00

So, I just realized Ms. Miley Cyrus had a new video out. Called I Can't be Tamed. Oooh rawr sexy. Not.

full screen for (shock) effect.

So Ms. Cyrus has been done with partaying in the USA/ice cream poles/other people's PANTS and has decided to go for an EDGY RAW image. Not working bitch.

The video starts off with a man announcing that she is the LAST OF HER KIND and the curtains dropped to reveal a bird cage and i immediately thought, BDSM/OH NO THIS SKANK IS GOING TO STINK UP THE ROOM WITH HER CROTCH STANK/Mushroom omelette

And then she does this little slutty walk towards the poor photographer with a smirk on her face WHEN THE POOR GUY WAS JUST TRYING TO GET HER TO SMILE. And then when the flash when off,

SHE OPENED HER BIGASS WINGS AND COVERED HERSELF AND I WAS LIKE, OMG BITCH HAS WINGS.

Which was immediately replaced by an image of...

Looking good miley, looking good.

I HAVE A COMPLAINT: WHO THE HELL DESIGNED THIS GIRL'S WARDROBE!?!?

Midway through the video, miley starts trashing a museum. But i was too distracted by ALL THE LACE STRATEGICALLY PLACED ACROSS HER WASHBOARD CHEST. It was like HER DESIGNER TORE OFF THE CURTAINS ON HER WORK PLACE on the day of shooting, made it go through a PAPER SHREDDER AND THE PRODUCERS STILL DECIDED TO GIVE IT TO HER. That's how much they love her.

And then they made her wear this STUDDED BRASSIERE. OK HOLD UP. I'm no expert but aren't brassieres supposed to be worn by OLD, POST MENSTURAL WOMAN!? THEY CAN'T DO THAT TO HER. She's not a woman. She's a girl (I'm not a giiirrrllll, not yet a woooomannnn) I really wonder what form of cleavage her producers were tyring to emphasize. With the steel plated bra she looked like she was on set of Gladiator.

Then midway through the video she started getting DOWN AND DIRRRTTY WITH HER FEMALE DANCERS. Miley, honey, I know in Hannah Montana you kept saying to us that we can GET THE BEEEEEESSSST OF BOTH WORLDS, there is NO NEED to get dirrrty with ur female friends. Leave that to katy perry, or christina aguilera, or Gaga.

So all in all, my verdict for this video is that someone should CART THIS BITCH OFF BACK TO JURONG BIRDPARK AND PUT HER DOWN. I don't care if she's the freaking last of her kind, skank has got to go.

And for the love of all ladybits miley, you're JUST FREAKING 17. Here's an excerpt from "Being Seventeen for Miley'

To Do and Not to do

i. thou shalt not partake in lesbian activities

ii. thou shalt worry about things normal 17 year olds worry about (Like Boys, and PIs, and STDs)

iii. thou shalt not put on so much makeup and lace (because i know you're trying to be the Queen of the Night, but now you just look like a DRAG QUEEN)

iv. thou shalt, in effect of rule no iii, stop looking like a witch (because honey, i have a feeling that if i hold hands with my friends in a circle and dance around a dead, black cat, you'll totally rise from the ground. WITH UR BATASS PWEETTTTY VULTURE WINGGGSSS)

I know that you might be trying to get a raise from your record label manager by doing such an EROTICK video, but you might be taking the whole idea of 'getting a raise' WAAAYYY TOO LITERALLY.

So yep miley, go back to making family friendly shit like that Hannah Michigan.. Or Chicago.. Or something and go back to parrtying in the USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Yeeeaaaaaaahhhhh it's a party in the U-STD. (SHA)

Blogposts are like albums! (another way to get more tags)

2010-05-04T21:27:00.002+08:00

Honestly, nowadays whenever I blog, I feel like I'm an artist releasing an album. Judge me all you want you prepubescent teenage girls drooling over Justine Bieber who has started breaking his voice and growing hair on his WOOWEE (say woowee 10times real quick!), but I do. It's a secret fantasy of mine, not in a dirrty sex-in-ikea kinda way but in an I'M THE NEXT ASIAN AVRIL LAVIGNE (ARE-VEAL LAH-VEEN) kinda way.

Waaadd..?

Anyway, I do feel that each of my blog posts are out for one purpose and one purpose only. TO ENTERTAIN YOU AWESOME PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO VISIT MY BLOG EVERYDAY TO SEE WHAT BATASS CRAZY THINGS I WILL SAY NEXT TIME! As you might have noticed by now, I don't talk about my personal life, because it's boring. And even if i do, I'll blow it up like a blowup doll and dramatize it and plop it next to me at night to assuage my broken ego that at least a BLOWUP DOLL WILL NOT REJECT ME :'(

I don't talk about what I ate for recess, or what subjects I'm dying miserably in because they are BORING. I talk about stuff that doesn't matter, stuff like male periods, running, i posts random shitty videos, scary messages and fun facts just to entertain you for A FEW MINUTES TO MAKE U LESS DEPRESSED ABOUT UR SHITTY DAY :D I'm freaking Miss Sunshine!

So since every blog post is different in its content and general mood, I draw parallels of my blog posts to songs. Like every song has different kinda moods, sometimes it's slutty and high and sometimes it's introspective and shit. So like, I want to entertain you guys and make you guys happy along with me.

WHICH IS WHY IT SUCKS WHEN SO LITTLE PEOPLE REPLIES TO MY BLOG POSTS AND TAGS ON MY TAG BOARD BECAUSE IF NO ONE COMMENTS IT SEEMS AS IF I'M SOME RANTY PMS-TIC 50 YEAR OLD SPINSTER WHO LIVES IN A ONE ROOM APARTMENT WITH HER 27 BLACK CATS, KNITTING BLACK SWEATERS AND SINGING "99 BOTTLES OF FKING WINE ON THE WALL". It makes me sad :'(

So my dear readers, you will really make my day if you could just scroll down a teeeny weeeny bit and find the tagboard and leave a message indicating that I have entertained/disgusted/horrified/scarred-you-permanently/made your day with my posts. I like reception, mixed or otherwise ;D (i go both ways)

Meanwhile, my friend told me the other day he wanted to get a tattoo on his biceps and i told him that a tattoo is like Lindsay Lohan, both of them don't age well.

So yep kthxbai!

Now where's that blowup doll of mine........

Chiu Chiu Getta Getta Car Car Car

2010-05-03T23:17:00.003+08:00

Hey oprah, hey HEY OPRAH.
Yeah you. Come over for a second.

Red is not your color. Makes you look like a tomato. Toe Meh Toe.
Regretting now eh?
Why don't you just lose 5000 pounds in one month, come back to your show and talk about it and write a book about it? (aptly titled 'How i lost 5000pounds. Again. And again. AND AGAIN')

Then you can gain back those 5000 freakum pounds, and we'll talk.

Kthxbai.

(Attempt to make fun of her weight = FAIL)
(But the video makes up for my lack of funnyness tonight)

C'mon vogue, let your body move to the moo-sic

2010-05-02T23:55:00.000+08:00

Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…

Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.

Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.

You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.

Yes, c'mon, look in here (my pants) Juuuust.

2010-05-01T16:15:00.002+08:00

Hello reader! I'll list 10 facts about you! (:

1.you're reading my comment
2.now your thinking that's a stupid fact
4.you didn't notice that i skipped 3
5.you're checking it now
6.you're smiling
7.you're still reading my comment
8.you know all you have read is true
10.you didn't notice i skipped 9
11.you're checking now
12.you didn't notice there only supposed to be 10 facts

kthxbai

I'M BURNING UP

2010-04-27T22:58:00.002+08:00

(AND NOT IN THOSE JONAS BROTHERSY KINDA WAY)

(MY DISJOINTED THOUGHTS ARE REPRESENTED IN PARENTHESIS)

(OMFG THIS HEAT IN MY BODY IS FKING KILLING MURDERING ME)

(WHY WONT YOU BREAK INTO A FEVER BITCH?! WHY!?)

(HOW MANY CUPS OF SUGAR DOES IT TAKE TO GO TO THE MOON HAHAHHAHHAHAHHA)

:( help

mega moody monday (lack of UPPERCASE suggests bad mood)

2010-04-26T22:41:00.004+08:00

(and lack of inspiration to blog about anything at all)

i had a really bad day today because my body DIED on me immediately after history test because i slept at 4am in the freaking morning and my nose developed a mind of its own and decided to become a fountain.

ew.

lessons were really painful because i kept running forth between cold classrooms to toilets then to stuffy classrooms that remind me of chinese sweatshops/brothels to toilet, grabbing shitload of toilet paper to blow.

mmm blow.

whaat?

disjointed sentences...
came bac.... slept at 4 woke at 8... tire... can't fini... th... pos....

If you're happy and you know it, think again.

2010-04-25T22:51:00.002+08:00

So today went out for study session with Du Xuan and Fang Qi (cuz Jhia Hao pangsehed). Starbucks Caramel Frappe was awesomest as usual, worked hard for 2+ hrs before falling into the chasm of never ending gossip. Contracted diabetes towards the end of the day ;)

Gratz to you!! -winks-

But it made me think, that i can probably never have that kind of diabetes. Because my diabetes is like AIDS, if i get diabetes that is like AIDS, society will discriminate against me like i'm an AIDS patient.

Ok, whaaat..?

GOOD LUCK TO PEOPLE HAVING PHYSICS LECTURE TEST TMR!!! :D

To Jay Hay-Che (JH)

2010-04-24T23:31:00.003+08:00

"You may think what you're posting is funny, but it is repulsive and in bad taste. For your emotional and spiritual well being, please seek counseling. You are a very confused young man."

I got that tag from a random mofo the other day, and I would like to make it clear to this dude once and for all.

Firstly, I do think what I'm posting is funny. It might be repulsive because I'm making references to reproductive organs of both the male and female sex or i might fking swear and curse a lot (which i really haven't been doing for long), or just because my blog posts are not in tune with your freakishly-obsessive-about-everything-being-fking-virginal-and-clean mindset, doesn't mean that it isn't funny. It just isn't in line with your view. That is YOUR opinion ;)

And, honestly speaking, i DO think my blog is reasonably amusing/humorous as compared to blogs that recount their day. I choose to deviate from the idea of merely posting about my day and start writing about issues that is plaguing my life which other people might relate to. And yep, people do think my posts are funny. I do score occasional hits with my blog posts, so honestly speaking, if you think i'm fking vulgar, perhaps this isn't the right place for you.

For my spiritual and emotional well being, i do request you stop terrorizing and raping my tagboard on a regular, stalkerish basis and start to get a life (for YOUR spiritual and emotional well being). I do hope that my blog has not totally f-ed your life up completely badly and that you can find a priest who can sprinkle some pwetty holy water in your eyes to make you see clearly through your myopic, judgemental world once more!! :D

And trust me bitch, i ain't fricking NEAR confused.

gofugyourself.celebuzz.com

2010-04-24T22:43:00.008+08:00

I am seriously having fun with gofugyourself.celebuzz.com. it is seriously one of the best, deliciously bitchy website on celebrity fashion, EVER.

they are my new god.

so anyway, i just watched the episode Glee: The power of madonna and i just have to say

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pds8umiF-SY

This is seriously one freaking good episode.
Go watch it, it's awesome!! :D

(boring normal post. im sorry)
i promise something more bitchy and age inappropriate soon!

I am me.

2010-04-23T23:42:00.004+08:00

In our times, we see people categorizing and, for the lack of a better word, 'despising' one another, because of one form of inperfection or another.

I might not be perfect
I might not be the most physically attractive person alive
I might not be able to carry a tune to save my life
I might be a bit melodramatic for people's taste
I might not be charming enough
I might be a bit too weird
I might be vulgar, or unfunny
Or maybe even socially awkward at times.

There's so many things as to what I am not, and I might be far from your vision of perfection.

But i am me.
And that's something you can never take away from me.

Vulgar?

2010-04-22T22:36:00.006+08:00

Today was a good day. It was sunny in the morning.
I was very happy.

We played for Flag Raising today and everything went well.
I was very happy.

Then afterwards we had Math. I managed to do all the questions.
I was very happy.

Then it was literature lecture.
We talked about Gothic novel and I learnt a lot.
I was very happy

Then it was recess.
I had jap food with 3 sushis.
It was very nice. I was very happy.

Later we went for econs lecture.
It was fun and interesting
I was very happy.

Then we had a speech on talking properly
I was very happy.

Then I went home.
I had pasta for lunch.
I was very happy.

Then i went to the gym.
I worked hard.
I was very tired,
But i was very happy.

Then i went home for dinner
We had fried rice and beehoon
It was nice
I was very happy.

Then i finished my lit presentation for tmr.
I am very happy.

But then i saw this nasty little toot commenting on my tagboard saying that my blogposts are vulgar and i got omglyfkingly pissed. Who the hell are you to pass judgement on me you mofo.

Am i hurting anyone? I don't mention names, i don't mention schools. It's just my little humorous take on things about life.

Do you really think that it's omgly awesome RECOUNTING my day?
Oooh i did this, oooh i did that.
today i got bitten by a vampire and then i went to bathe in the sun and i FKING SPARKLED.

OOOOOH SPARKLYYY~~~~~~~ LIKE EDWARD CULLEN OOOOOOOOHHHH.

Bitch, please.
If you don't like it then don't need to say anything.
I dont need you passing judgement on me.

We are all people.
Are you going to pass judgement on me because I'm different from you?
I like blogging, and i don't need you to give off such negative vibes.

You could have just came to me directly and spoke to me about this.
Instead, you went on my tagboard and raped it with your insensitive comment.

So oh well, dno who you are.
But thanks for your concern.
Just find a right avenue next time.
And someone who cares.

So oh wells, stop talk-talk-talking that blahblahblah

Rain, 2012 and Scratching!

2010-04-22T18:32:00.005+08:00

When i was at the gym just now, (yes shocking revalation #1: i visit the gym. now my image as a bitchy, estrogen spammed queen is ripped to shreds. like my imaginary .... nvm). When i was at the gym just now, working on weights (don't judge me), the sky suddenly turned totally brown and sepia-toned and it was freaking cool. And then the wind started blowing and the rain was pouring down like no tomorrow, and then I suddenly thought HOMG what if there ISN'T a tomorrow!? What if 2012 is happening now!? there's so much left undone! like homework. and more homework. and assignments. and project work. And...

You know what. Tsunami bitch come and swallow me up now. If you don't kill me, finding an alternative to a emergency for PW will. Like portable toilets. Or a portable portable curtain thingy where you can scratch your crotch whenever you wanna. I know there's gonna be at least one buyer.

PS. inconsequential, bitchy post. i feel uninspired :(

Me and running

2010-04-20T20:05:00.002+08:00

Running and I have this complex love-hate relationship. Back when I was 10 and in Primary School, i heard of this thing called NAPFA. My teacher then told me and 27 other wide-eyed innocent children that one aspect of NAPFA involves 'running'. Quite obviously the class started talking to one another in hushed whispers. Some of the more testosterone loaded boys in my class started talking about how they have been running since they were babies and how they were born to run. I was surprised that their pants didnt burst from those big balls they have to make such claims.

Naturally, back when I was the innocent (admittedly socially awkward and mentally, cerebal-palsily retarded) kid i was, I thought that running was a fun activity, like 'catching' and shit like that. So i was quite excited, and I remembered on the day of the NAPFA run itself I announced to my class that I would be the first boy to cross the finish line.

Boy, was i one fucked up kid.

I shadn't go into embarassingly personal details, but let's just say you should know that a certain boy came in last place, before promptly collasping on the sidewalk, heaving and wheezing, and later leaving this batass biggest ass print on the floor. EVER.

Since then, i LOATHED running. I hated this shitty little thing called NAPFA, I didn't understand why there is a need to run. Is it supposed to reaffirm a boy's sense of masculinity, that those who possesses running skills will be seen as the studs, the jocks, the cool guys, the ones-who-will-be-so-popular-and-eventually-get-laid-and-die-because-of-contracting-some-weirdass-STDs?

Because I really don't see the point of running. Apart from causing physical torment and years of taunting (I still can't forget that ass print), whatthefick is the point of running. Oh sure, it is good cardiovascular exercise, it helps 'tone your body' and 'connects you with Eywa like a USB cord connects to a computer' and it releases 'endorphins' and stuff like that, but aren't there OTHER forms of exercises that we can pursue other than plain old running?

I mean I really can't fathom how practical running can be. How many times have you seen movies whereby the protagonists tells some guy/girl to RUUUN, only for them to be promptly shot/murdered/stabbed/decapited/ANNIHILATED by the baddies?

Honestly, do you think that when one day a BIGASS GIANT FKING METEORITE IS CRASHING DOWN TO EARTH and you tell people to RUN, they can FRICKING SPRINT THEIR WAYS TO MARS TO ESCAPE THE EVIL METEORITE!?

OOOH EVIL METEORITE, PWEETY EVIL METEORITE, I SHALL OUTRUN YOU. HA SUCK IT BITCH. BECAUSE NO YOU CAN'T.

I'm just saying, that year after year, i had barely passed my NAPFA 2.4km, with occasional luck i've managed to get a 'D' or a 'C', but imagine my utmost HORROR when i checked the NAPFA test requirements this afternoon and found out to PASS, I NEED TO RUN FASTER THAN 13:40mins!?

So SCREW YOU NAPFA AND YOUR BATASS EVIL RUNNING REQUIREMENT, you'll never catch me alive. NEVER.

PS. i know i said running and i had a love hate relationship, but i realize the truth is i just really hate running.

--> DRAMA QUEEN.
--> My karma is so falling for making fun of people with cerebal palsy
--> Which in turn means I'm going to fail 2.4 soooo bad tmr.

Dayum.

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2010-04-19T00:11:00.000+08:00

Silver........ mensus?

2010-04-18T01:18:00.004+08:00

If you really know the massive state of mindfkery and zombification im in now, you know it'll take something real big to pull me back into Blogging. Like Lindsay Lohan doing/getting a part (let's not get too ambitious for a moment) for a new movie, or like Jack Bauer dying in 24, or like Male Mensus (which will explain my mood flucs), which btw makes me have a new found respect for women who toil their days with mood flunctuations and mensturation cramps. But i digress..

So yeah, part of the reason i'm blogging tonight at the goddamnit unearthly hour of 1.48am is that I won the Silver Award in this writing competition.

This is the first time i sorta won ANYTHING for ANYTHING (which pretty much makes me a loser) so i'm pretty pleased with myself. So like, here's the article that won me a pretty sum of (ke)$(ha), which can hopefully help me pay off my alcohol debts and stuff like that.

***

Foundation of love.

I saw the face of the man lying spread-eagled on the solid, concrete ground. His eyes looked up at the skies without seeing, glassy orbs reflecting the lazy clouds rolling past.

A young child was kneeling by his side, shouting his name, shaking him, pleading for him to ‘wake up’ and to ‘stop pretending, daddy’.

I saw the face of the man lying spread-eagled on the solid, concrete ground, blood seeping from the wound in his head lazily, forming an image of a macabre snow angel. I looked up and saw the half completed edifice from which the bricks plummeted. It was really high up.

The young child was still kneeling beside the dead man. Overwhelming sadness was on the verge of spilling over and shattering the thick ice of disbelief. Blood stained his hands.

I saw the face of the man lying spread-eagled on the solid, concrete ground. His safety helmet was nowhere to be seen.

The young child snapped. His unearthly screams rang in the ears of every sombre worker who was gathered around the broken man’s body. The child was brought away in the foreman’s arms. The child trashed wildly in his strong grasp, his six-year-old mind unable to accept and comprehend the magnitude and ultimate cruelty of death. Through the murmurs coming from the co-workers, I saw the final moments of the man’s life.

I saw the man bringing the little boy to the construction site. The boy had to complete his school project on ‘A Day in the Life of Your Father’. The child was holding his father’s strong hand, his walk innocent and eager.

I saw the man, out of concern for his child, pick out the only helmet left and put that on his son’s head. He pinched the boy’s nose in an affectionate manner. The boy giggled at the weight of the helmet upon his head, clearly enjoying the moment of bonding with his father.

I saw the man, vulnerable to the dangers of the construction site because of the love for his son, holding his child’s hand across the construction site to where his office was. I saw the child trotting along, in awe at the massive scale of construction going on around him.

I saw the construction workers shout out as a pile of bricks slid off the 7-storey-high scaffolding.

I saw the bricks fall.
I saw the boy’s mouth widen in surprise.

I saw the bricks fall.
I saw the man’s mouth widen in surprise.

I saw the bricks fall
And so did the man. Too late.
.

I saw the ambulance arrive and put the man in a black body bag.

I saw the rescue workers on the scene sedating the boy. Survivor guilt would wait; the pain of losing a father is more horrifying than anything he would experience for a long time.

As the ambulance drove away, I saw my reflection in the window screen. The gash where the bricks struck me was still bleeding, but my heart rests knowing my son is safe.

***

yeah, so that's pretty much it really.

more on Fac Outing (and my critical review of it)

and stuff on life. soon. (really, really soon)

but not now.

because im tired.

and i need a big pink panadol.

Let's do this, bitches

2010-04-12T19:15:00.002+08:00

Okay world. I'm back!

Really sorry for not posting for these past few days. This week has been a total bitch. And so is the weather. It's like hot and humid one second and gloomy and rainy the next. Sounds a bit like my non existent menstrual cycle.

School's been cool. Is really starting to enjoy JC, along with the company of A16. But the lessons on the other hand haven't been kind to me. Been feeling out of touch with the subject and tired. Maybe i lost too much blood.

Haha, i don't feel particularly funny today, so i really don't know wtf am i posting right now. Tra-la-la-la-la..

Kthxbai.

(Most insubstantial post. EVER.)

Dear world

2010-04-07T00:34:00.003+08:00

Im sorry for ignoring you for so long. Just really busy with stuff.
But ill be back.
Meanwhile here's some fodder for you guys to chew on! (is tt even a valid expression..)

WORDS FAIL TO MATERIALIZE IN THE FACE OF GREAT HORROR

(Which means PS. It's time for you guys to put in your own captions! Leave a comment in the tagboard and liven things up here a little! I'll come back soon i pwomise! :D)

Happy Birthday QF and JX! :D

TOTALLY. BOOZED. OUT

2010-04-03T22:01:00.000+08:00

I AM SOO WASTED.
I LOVE LIFEEE
AND I LOVEE YOUU :D

HAAAAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH
MSIA IS FUKCING FUN

Sakura

2010-03-30T21:16:00.003+08:00

As the final snowflake falls,
Scattered amidst the burgeoning new life
The landscape was cold, bare; empty
You see the light, a promise for a new life

The cherry blossom tree,
Awakens from its deep winter sleep
And the first shoot appearing from the same old tree –
Begins preparing for a new spring

Bathed in the warm glow of the light,
Cherry Blossoms burst through the still morning air
Bit by bit, the old tree springs back into life
The flowers giving out an ethereal, otherworldly glow

One could stare at the cherry blossoms for eternity
But alas the sorrowful rain
Falls upon the fragile flowers
And robs it from the wizened tree

And when the curtain of rain parted
The stage is scattered with fallen cherry blossoms
The remaining flowers fell one by one –
The final blossom fell with a resounding thud.

The wind would come
It would whisper its aria
And it would breeze through each fallen blossom
And with a gentle push of its hands, send the blossoms on its way

And each Cherry Blossom would rise
Rise with the wind
Higher and higher into the sky
Until it is a mere pink speck in the rainbow

The wind would carry it
Up to a higher place
The city amongst the skies
Whereby the pink cherry blossoms, shall radiate its ephemeral pink glow for all eternity.

Rest in peace, Sakura.

How? Pls be nice when u comment.. havent written poetry forever, and i wasn't very good to begin with ;X

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2010-03-28T22:49:00.002+08:00

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I'm properly back

2010-03-27T22:37:00.001+08:00

It's time to drop all the insecurities and shit.
To hell to what other people might think.
The Bitch is Back.

Say hi, Christina darling.

This post reeks of copy and paste. and loads of HC propoganda.

2010-03-26T22:38:00.002+08:00

The Annual Cross Country is a journey in so many ways. It is a physical journey through the lush sceneries of the pristine MacRitchie reservoir, and it is also a journey for the mind, whereby we shed our doubts and push ourselves to the limit to complete the race. We have our friends by our sides, cheering us on, gaining strength from each other’s positive energy to finally cross the Finish line. Each of the runner’s visages shone with sweat and pride; sweat from the physical exertion it took them to complete the race, and pride from being able to cross the finish line.

As part of this year’s effort to make the annual Cross Country run also a platform for community outreach, a class representative from each class came forward to volunteer themselves to help guide a group of elderly from somewhere around the Reservoir, brightening up the senior citizen’s day. Like how a pair of track shoes leaves footprints on the soil, these volunteers have also left their imprint on the lives of these elderly.

The Cross Country is a journey that allows self-discovery; it is a journey whose destination brings forth greater confidence in ourselves as well as care and concern for those around us. We might have crossed the finishing line at different timings; some of us might have ran, some of us might have walked, but all our soles that day have touched the soil of MacRitchie Reservoir, and we completed the Annual Cross Country as One Hwachong.

X-squared

2010-03-24T21:44:00.002+08:00

My life feels like a graph.
Right now, i'm on the descending side of the curve.
I've yet to reach (0,0)
And i'm not sure whether x>0

Math tidbits.

I'M NOT TRYING TO SIRDOOSE U

2010-03-22T20:12:00.003+08:00

The 90s have always been a part of music and fashion history that I wish to forget. Especially because of songs like this.

What's with the heavy makeup, leggings, vulgarly bright colors and the hair that makes these girls look like something out of Planet of the Apes?

And that horrendous OFF PITCH FEMALE VOICES. And the old uncles prancing around the young girls. Aaaand the weird accents. I'M NOT TRYING TO SIRDOOSE YOU. THAT'S MY NEW FAVOURITE LINE.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORST PART IS!?

This song is freaking stuck in my head.
Guess this is just one of those few annoying things that will never die.

Like cockroaches.
And Jack Bauer.

dammit, chloe.

They're gone.

2010-03-20T20:28:00.003+08:00

I found this interesting little thing called the Kubler-Ross Model, which essentially describes, in five discrete stages, a process by which people deal with grief and tragedy.

Okay, I know that not being able to go to Hawaii with the whole band might not consider a fking catastrophe, but I'm only human, and to see all my friends (2nd family) toddle off to a tropical island for a vacation + music competition while i'm stuck here in Singapore can be really depressing.

So yeah, I took a look at it,

The progression of states are:

Denial – "I feel fine."; "This can't be happening, not to me."

Denial is usually only a temporary defense for the individual. This feeling is generally replaced with heightened awareness of situations and individuals that will be left behind after death.

Anger – "Why me? It's not fair!"; "How can this happen to me?"; "Who is to blame?"

Once in the second stage, the individual recognizes that denial cannot continue. Because of anger, the person is very difficult to care for due to misplaced feelings of rage and envy. Any individual that symbolizes life or energy is subject to projected resentment and jealousy.

Bargaining – "Just let me live to see my children graduate."; "I'll do anything for a few more years."; "I will give my life savings if..."

The third stage involves the hope that the individual can somehow postpone or delay death. Usually, the negotiation for an extended life is made with a higher power in exchange for a reformed lifestyle. Psychologically, the individual is saying, "I understand I will die, but if I could just have more time..."

Depression – "I'm so sad, why bother with anything?"; "I'm going to die... What's the point?"; "I miss my loved one, why go on?"

During the fourth stage, the dying person begins to understand the certainty of death. Because of this, the individual may become silent, refuse visitors and spend much of the time crying and grieving. This process allows the dying person to disconnect oneself from things of love and affection. It is not recommended to attempt to cheer up an individual who is in this stage. It is an important time for grieving that must be processed.

Acceptance – "It's going to be okay."; "I can't fight it, I may as well prepare for it."

This final stage comes with peace and understanding of the death that is approaching. Generally, the person in the fifth stage will want to be left alone. Additionally, feelings and physical pain may be non-existent. This stage has also been described as the end of the dying struggle.

So I realized that I'm at the depression stage, or, very disturbingly at the denial stage. It's like I'm constantly shifting between the two stages. How's that for psychology for you, Frued?

Meanwhile, if i Am in the depression stage, i would like to state that all forms of comfort, material or otherwise are still welcome. I really need a hug or something :(

Sighs. Okays then i'm off.. While they are still flying over the Atlantic Ocean towards Honolulu..

Hey guys, hoping you guys are having an awesome time and an awesome flight. May you guys land safely and come back with the Gold!

Affairs

2010-03-18T21:43:00.001+08:00

What happens when an everyday hero in our city heartland falls, to a sex scandal no less? Well, then you’ve got yourself an Asian Tiger Woods, or his alter ego, Jack Neo.

Sex scandal? No, seriously? Who’d ever fantasize about sleeping with him? Well apparently this model with a man-face is not the first person to hang her dirty laundry in the air. Another one soon followed in Ms. Wendy’s footsteps, and in a surprising twist, it turns out these ladies did not throw themselves onto Jack Neo. Instead, the 50 year old Cultural Medallion recipient actively sought out the company of these two ladies. Can someone spell Sexual Harassment, not to mention a freakishly active libido?

Jack Neo represents Singapore in a way many other directors can only dream to achieve. His movies are often tongue-in-cheek, poking fun at stereotypes and the government, and often poignant, with a clear moral line. There is never this gray area in Jack’s movies. And yet he can hardly be more different in real life. Cheating on his wife, going after younger women in his old age, such behaviour exhibited by Jack Neo has certainly scandalized me.

Recent affairs (pun not intended) have prompted many to observe a stark truth. Even celebrities and our heroes fall. And they usually fall flat on their faces, far greater than anyone of us has fallen. Jack Neo has been the quintessential Singaporean; his movies often form part of the greater Singaporean Identity. Having such a scandal erupting has certainly shook our faith in him.

It makes us think about how everyone is human, and it’s disturbing how people of power often think they are above the law and societal norms and are free to do whatever and WHOEVER. What happens to the marriage vows? What happened to forever after and being there for each other till ‘death do us part’. What has happened to loyalty and love?

And why do women like Ms. Wendy wish to hang their dirty laundry and lingerie out in the open for everyone to see? What point are they trying to prove? Were they really thinking how many people will be affected when such news is brought out in the open? Has that woman thought about Jack’s wife and the children? Her rash action has brought about an unprecedented wave of backlash in the Singapore celebrity scene. Was what she had done correct?

And why do women like Mrs. Neo kept mum about the affair? Why did she not confront her husband? What happen to feminism? What happened to the strong, independent women?

The fall of a celebrity often highlights and magnifies lots of unanswered questions about life. Questions that remained unanswered not because there is no answer, but because no one chooses to answer it, pretending that it does not exist.

Chains

2010-03-18T00:22:00.004+08:00

It's downright terrifying when you are shackled to the ground by the chains of time. You are unable to break free from these chains and your eyes refuses to shield you from the horror that is seeing the back of your friends leaving you, forming mere shadows in the deathlight of the setting sun.

I'm scared.

Why move on? Why do people move on? Why do people say they will be friends forever and yet go back on that promise. Are we all inherently selfish?

So many questions. so little time.
Time is ticking zhengyu.

Better find an answer before you take the plunge from the 19th floor.

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2010-03-15T17:58:00.001+08:00