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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Now I'm so into blogging that use it to destress myself. Why not since I hog the computer once I get home everytime? I didn't know I can turn into such a computer-freak ever since I entered polytecnic life. At times, I won't even talk to my mum and watch the TV set in my living room.
Maybe I'm leading a 'wired life'. I read news online, I have my music online, I 'talk' online, I yada yada yada online. Except that I can't pee, eat, bathe and sleep online. Else, I'd rather live in the World Wide Web (is that a pun???).
Anyway, as if I didn't made myself clear at other times, DVPA rocks my sock and stones by bones! -_- I know it's lame, I just wanna get my point through here. After Ms. Kwa's brief introduction to the different roles in the production studio, I suddenly feel that I wanna be the cameraman, the sound engineer, the visual mixer...
Anything except the director! And maybe the casts too, perhaps... It's kinda stressful to be a director. And I don't have what it takes to be an actor, serious or not. Perhaps it's down to a thing called 'preference'. I just prefer NOT to be the director or cast, I suppose? 'cause the sound and especially visual mixer's job is much more cooler?
Hah! How naive can I be? Besides for the upcoming CA for DVPA, everyone HAS to be the director. So there'll be no running away from huge responsibilities this time round. What's that 'Spiderman' tagline again? "With big ..... comes big responsibilities." Argh, I can't seem to recall it in any way...
And I can't imagine that I took so long to read another Dan Brown's book. After being fascinated by the 'Da Vinci's Code', I actually took a couple-of-months-long hiatus before I picked up another of his famous line of books, 'Angels and Demons'. And I have to say that it is freaking rocking my whole world right now. The sad thing is, I only read it in my numerous train trips to and fro of SP. That's like killing 2 birds with 1 stone if you get what I mean. Furthermore, I just don't like to read when I really got other things to do.
And I just realised this FACT today. The MRT station, Braddell? I've never been to that place before, as in never ever actually alighted at Braddell and see what it's like outside the station. This is after 17 incredible years I'm living in a place called Ang Mo Kio, which is only 2 stops away from Braddell? Now who says Singapore is big, eh?
This is an excerpt of my mind, which is at an unease at the moment....
Never have I felt like this before. Finally, fortunately or unfortunately, I found someone whom I dare say is SHIT. Not handicapped by any means, perfect by nature. Just crippled by own ego, I should say. A DAMN BLOODY FUCKING BIG EGO.
I mean, "Who do you think you are? Thinking that you're superior, not wanting to accept other people's views just 'cause you want things to go YOUR own way? Do you think you've commanded enough respect to actually influence people through your means and ways? I have other sources to make me laugh other than this issue, man..."
I pity this kinda people; destroyed completely, emotionally and psychologically, by something called 'EGO'. Yeah, it's Mr. EGO, spelt as 'E-G-O once more. Funny eh, it's within you. By right, YOU should control it, not Mr. EGO himself. But some people, I don't know why, just can't have the ability to control it. And this is their handicap. It's them, themselves. Such a pity...
The worse part is, they think that it's normal! That it's really them, when the truth is, it's not! Now that God has fated me to meet these people, what can I do? I have never been stab in the back and yet not see the dagger hanging loosely by my wound. I have never seen lies that are being used for personal glory, to boost that DAMN BLOODY FUCKING THING CALLED 'EGO'! I have never been exposed to people who appear nice in the surface when they actually have a hidden agenda behind whatever shit they're doing...
No, I have never...
But now, I'm beginning to learn the trades of life. Call it a transition, but I prefer it to be a metamorphosis (Just love this word here...). I'll try as best as I can to be me, as in the real me. But I hope that when the enemy within strikes, I will be ready to counter it.
Now I sound like Dan Brown.. just a little, I suppose.
FUCK THAT DAMN THING CALLED EGO. It stinks your attitude without you realising, makes you feel high in the wrong manner and... it.. as.. i...
bottomline is: it sucks.
Maybe I'm leading a 'wired life'. I read news online, I have my music online, I 'talk' online, I yada yada yada online. Except that I can't pee, eat, bathe and sleep online. Else, I'd rather live in the World Wide Web (is that a pun???).
Anyway, as if I didn't made myself clear at other times, DVPA rocks my sock and stones by bones! -_- I know it's lame, I just wanna get my point through here. After Ms. Kwa's brief introduction to the different roles in the production studio, I suddenly feel that I wanna be the cameraman, the sound engineer, the visual mixer...
Anything except the director! And maybe the casts too, perhaps... It's kinda stressful to be a director. And I don't have what it takes to be an actor, serious or not. Perhaps it's down to a thing called 'preference'. I just prefer NOT to be the director or cast, I suppose? 'cause the sound and especially visual mixer's job is much more cooler?
Hah! How naive can I be? Besides for the upcoming CA for DVPA, everyone HAS to be the director. So there'll be no running away from huge responsibilities this time round. What's that 'Spiderman' tagline again? "With big ..... comes big responsibilities." Argh, I can't seem to recall it in any way...
And I can't imagine that I took so long to read another Dan Brown's book. After being fascinated by the 'Da Vinci's Code', I actually took a couple-of-months-long hiatus before I picked up another of his famous line of books, 'Angels and Demons'. And I have to say that it is freaking rocking my whole world right now. The sad thing is, I only read it in my numerous train trips to and fro of SP. That's like killing 2 birds with 1 stone if you get what I mean. Furthermore, I just don't like to read when I really got other things to do.
And I just realised this FACT today. The MRT station, Braddell? I've never been to that place before, as in never ever actually alighted at Braddell and see what it's like outside the station. This is after 17 incredible years I'm living in a place called Ang Mo Kio, which is only 2 stops away from Braddell? Now who says Singapore is big, eh?
This is an excerpt of my mind, which is at an unease at the moment....
Never have I felt like this before. Finally, fortunately or unfortunately, I found someone whom I dare say is SHIT. Not handicapped by any means, perfect by nature. Just crippled by own ego, I should say. A DAMN BLOODY FUCKING BIG EGO.
I mean, "Who do you think you are? Thinking that you're superior, not wanting to accept other people's views just 'cause you want things to go YOUR own way? Do you think you've commanded enough respect to actually influence people through your means and ways? I have other sources to make me laugh other than this issue, man..."
I pity this kinda people; destroyed completely, emotionally and psychologically, by something called 'EGO'. Yeah, it's Mr. EGO, spelt as 'E-G-O once more. Funny eh, it's within you. By right, YOU should control it, not Mr. EGO himself. But some people, I don't know why, just can't have the ability to control it. And this is their handicap. It's them, themselves. Such a pity...
The worse part is, they think that it's normal! That it's really them, when the truth is, it's not! Now that God has fated me to meet these people, what can I do? I have never been stab in the back and yet not see the dagger hanging loosely by my wound. I have never seen lies that are being used for personal glory, to boost that DAMN BLOODY FUCKING THING CALLED 'EGO'! I have never been exposed to people who appear nice in the surface when they actually have a hidden agenda behind whatever shit they're doing...
No, I have never...
But now, I'm beginning to learn the trades of life. Call it a transition, but I prefer it to be a metamorphosis (Just love this word here...). I'll try as best as I can to be me, as in the real me. But I hope that when the enemy within strikes, I will be ready to counter it.
Now I sound like Dan Brown.. just a little, I suppose.
FUCK THAT DAMN THING CALLED EGO. It stinks your attitude without you realising, makes you feel high in the wrong manner and... it.. as.. i...
bottomline is: it sucks.
If you like a person, you'll see him as a perfect one.
If you love a person, you'll see his imperfections as perfect.
If you love a person, you'll see his imperfections as perfect.
Friday, November 25, 2005
I'm shagged. Super-shagged-me. I spent lots and lots and countless and countless hours doing my IDEAS ontography and DVPA TVC. Now comes WP, which I don't even have a single clue on how to go about doing it.
"Die die Monday must pass up. How?"
"We do on Sunday lor, meet up somwhere centralised."
That's like fucking-shit-so-damn-last-minute lah! What now? Count on our lucky stars that we do what the lecturer wants us to do? GOD DAMN IT! Hope we'll make it through, Elf...
Freaking hell, I hate the word 'freshies'. As much as we have to go through it everytime we enter a new institution, I'm more than happy that we aren't gonna be 'freshies' anymore when we go into Year 2. And since we ARE still Year 1s and ARE still considered as freshies, I shall label those seconday school students 'virgins'. (Actually this term originates from Elf, so I shall credit him for that. Still, I admit that I'm being mean. Am I?)
Yeah, those who are so enthusiastic to know more about SP that they are more than willing to stop over at Dover MRT and take part in over 80 different activities held in SP.
What the...
I didn't even attend any of such things and have been relying on brochures when I was choosing the institution of my choice. (Okay, I did went for open houses but as far as I remembered, I didn't go for SP's one. Yet now, I'm IN SP.) Elf and me were practically identifying those who are fresh from their 'O' levels blues and I do admit that I, or rather WE, are being quite mean. I mean, it's kinda easy to spot who are really the SP students and who are the secondary school ones right?
Obviously SP students won't be carrying a big map of the school and run frantically, 'waah'-ing at each and basically every single thing that seem alien to them.
"That is so typical of a secondary school student. Wahahahaha!!!"
Suddenly I feel like a male bitch. And what do you call these people? I really have no idea, whatsoever.
And today, specially today, Wan Tong reserved a special comment for me. She said thatif I was single, many girls will like me I look like a metrosexual today with my outfit. If only I had my leather shoes on and a 'bling-bling' earring/ stud on my left ear, then I'll be a perfect... GAY, sad to say! I obviously ain't heading that direction in my life, oh puh-leese...
But lately, I've been compiling a list of guys that appeals to my eye. Ssshhh...Once again, I stress that I'm still a STRAIGHT, not a GAY. The number of people is rather small, I should say. But nevertheless, I shall share my taste in guys with all...
I'm still STRAIGHT hor, bear that in mind.
This is Ryan Phillippe. Fret not, he's happily married to Reese Witherspoon. So, you can be assured here. He caught my eye only recently, when I decided to blog about a movie titled 'Just Like Heaven'. That's when I got to know that Reese is married, and HE is that lucky man.
Chad Michael Murray. First caught my eye when I watched 'One Tree Hill'. I was addicted to that show. Maybe because of him. But maybe not too 'cause the series' really good, ya! Eventually, I couldn't keep up with the show 'cause it starts at midnight and somehow the opportunity costs of catching the show was somewhat high.
But that's beside the point. He's the first guy, I admit I can have my eyes glued to. But yet, still consciously realising that I'm not a GAY.
Sorry hor, but that's it for now. Actually there's another guy from a Malay boyband called Ruffedge. He has this Arabic-kinda look which made me go, "WOW!" But I couldn't find his picture.
I know 2 is a bit too few a number but rest assured, the numbers growing! This goes to show how good my taste is! I go for attractiveness to the eye rather than being simply good-looking or pretty or sexy or whatever.
The same goes to the ladies too. In fact after almost 5 months in SP now, only 2 ladies attracts my eyes. No wait, make that 3. Who they are? This I shall not reveal... Hahahaha! (But all are from SB. =p) Maybe I should start having a list of ladies that attracts my eye. That will set the record straight, that I'm straight.
"Die die Monday must pass up. How?"
"We do on Sunday lor, meet up somwhere centralised."
That's like fucking-shit-so-damn-last-minute lah! What now? Count on our lucky stars that we do what the lecturer wants us to do? GOD DAMN IT! Hope we'll make it through, Elf...
Freaking hell, I hate the word 'freshies'. As much as we have to go through it everytime we enter a new institution, I'm more than happy that we aren't gonna be 'freshies' anymore when we go into Year 2. And since we ARE still Year 1s and ARE still considered as freshies, I shall label those seconday school students 'virgins'. (Actually this term originates from Elf, so I shall credit him for that. Still, I admit that I'm being mean. Am I?)
Yeah, those who are so enthusiastic to know more about SP that they are more than willing to stop over at Dover MRT and take part in over 80 different activities held in SP.
What the...
I didn't even attend any of such things and have been relying on brochures when I was choosing the institution of my choice. (Okay, I did went for open houses but as far as I remembered, I didn't go for SP's one. Yet now, I'm IN SP.) Elf and me were practically identifying those who are fresh from their 'O' levels blues and I do admit that I, or rather WE, are being quite mean. I mean, it's kinda easy to spot who are really the SP students and who are the secondary school ones right?
Obviously SP students won't be carrying a big map of the school and run frantically, 'waah'-ing at each and basically every single thing that seem alien to them.
"That is so typical of a secondary school student. Wahahahaha!!!"
Suddenly I feel like a male bitch. And what do you call these people? I really have no idea, whatsoever.
And today, specially today, Wan Tong reserved a special comment for me. She said that
But lately, I've been compiling a list of guys that appeals to my eye. Ssshhh...Once again, I stress that I'm still a STRAIGHT, not a GAY. The number of people is rather small, I should say. But nevertheless, I shall share my taste in guys with all...
I'm still STRAIGHT hor, bear that in mind.
This is Ryan Phillippe. Fret not, he's happily married to Reese Witherspoon. So, you can be assured here. He caught my eye only recently, when I decided to blog about a movie titled 'Just Like Heaven'. That's when I got to know that Reese is married, and HE is that lucky man.
Chad Michael Murray. First caught my eye when I watched 'One Tree Hill'. I was addicted to that show. Maybe because of him. But maybe not too 'cause the series' really good, ya! Eventually, I couldn't keep up with the show 'cause it starts at midnight and somehow the opportunity costs of catching the show was somewhat high.
But that's beside the point. He's the first guy, I admit I can have my eyes glued to. But yet, still consciously realising that I'm not a GAY.
Sorry hor, but that's it for now. Actually there's another guy from a Malay boyband called Ruffedge. He has this Arabic-kinda look which made me go, "WOW!" But I couldn't find his picture.
I know 2 is a bit too few a number but rest assured, the numbers growing! This goes to show how good my taste is! I go for attractiveness to the eye rather than being simply good-looking or pretty or sexy or whatever.
The same goes to the ladies too. In fact after almost 5 months in SP now, only 2 ladies attracts my eyes. No wait, make that 3. Who they are? This I shall not reveal... Hahahaha! (But all are from SB. =p) Maybe I should start having a list of ladies that attracts my eye. That will set the record straight, that I'm straight.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Happy birthday Joanne! Now that you're much more OLDER and wiser, I hope you don't go around whacking people like nobody's business. Poor Kyun, poor Poh Ying, poor whoever-else-who-is-your-victim and poor ME! Please spare a thought for us.......
A few of my spac2go peeps have only seen the ice-cream vending machine (or whatever you call it) for the first time today and I wasn't really surprised by their reaction. ('cause I reacted the same way as them too!) Their suaku-ness in seeing the machine suck up the ice-cream was so hilarious. Initially they thought it was like those machines in arcades, which starts off when you put a dollar in and control the lever with the joystick.
Of course in this case, it is in auto-mode.
So, when the machine have sucked up the ice cream, they were like, "Oh please don't let it drop, please, please please..."
In my heart,I was like, "Do you think this is a machine based on luck? You can't possibly be cheated of your $1.40 and not get the ice cream!"
And when the machine 'successfully' sucked and droppped the ice cream at the proper collection 'hole', one of them were so relieved.
"Wah heng ah, lucky sia..."
And talk about being lucky, one of my friends popped in 2 $1 coins into the very same machine and got 2 ice creams instead of one! Apparently, the machine was so powerful that it has sucked 2 ice creams at one go! Now that's one hell of a sucker! (pun totally unintended) How I love sucha thing called the 'beginner's luck'. It can really do you wonders.
DMC1B03, oh DMC1B03,
How fast things have changed,
Can a semester break really make a difference?
So much so that things can become from good, to bad, to worse?
Can a semester break really make a difference?
Can it change things back,
from worse, to bad, to good once more?
With a snap of the fingers,
I saw a drastic makeover,
Of attitudes, personalities and character.
Asking...
What others think of you,
What they speak of you,
What they see in you,
What they really feel about you,
All done behind their backs?
Why not come clean with it?
Why not be frank?
Why not speak the truth and nothing else but the truth?
Why abide by the book of lies,
And put on a different front in front of others,
When what you really want,
Is personal glory...
The boost of self-esteem,
your very own ego and
morale?
Sigh. I guess this is the topic that will be on everyone's blog should my class really write what they really feel like writing. Coincedentally, I found the same topics being mentioned on some of my peeps' blogs. I've vented my frustration, though not to the fullest. I just wanna highlight the plight, yes it is a plight, that my class is going through. I'm not aiming any kind of personal attack to anyone. Neither am I referring to the people of DMC1B03 as a whole.
I know this sounds kinda ironic, on the contrary or whatever. But I just can't bring myself on how to explain it. Let's just put it this way- I'm blogging on what I really feel, what my heart really says or rather...
...what the reality is out there.
A few of my spac2go peeps have only seen the ice-cream vending machine (or whatever you call it) for the first time today and I wasn't really surprised by their reaction. ('cause I reacted the same way as them too!) Their suaku-ness in seeing the machine suck up the ice-cream was so hilarious. Initially they thought it was like those machines in arcades, which starts off when you put a dollar in and control the lever with the joystick.
Of course in this case, it is in auto-mode.
So, when the machine have sucked up the ice cream, they were like, "Oh please don't let it drop, please, please please..."
In my heart,I was like, "Do you think this is a machine based on luck? You can't possibly be cheated of your $1.40 and not get the ice cream!"
And when the machine 'successfully' sucked and droppped the ice cream at the proper collection 'hole', one of them were so relieved.
"Wah heng ah, lucky sia..."
And talk about being lucky, one of my friends popped in 2 $1 coins into the very same machine and got 2 ice creams instead of one! Apparently, the machine was so powerful that it has sucked 2 ice creams at one go! Now that's one hell of a sucker! (pun totally unintended) How I love sucha thing called the 'beginner's luck'. It can really do you wonders.
"::-----::"
DMC1B03, oh DMC1B03,
How fast things have changed,
Can a semester break really make a difference?
So much so that things can become from good, to bad, to worse?
Can a semester break really make a difference?
Can it change things back,
from worse, to bad, to good once more?
With a snap of the fingers,
I saw a drastic makeover,
Of attitudes, personalities and character.
Asking...
What others think of you,
What they speak of you,
What they see in you,
What they really feel about you,
All done behind their backs?
Why not come clean with it?
Why not be frank?
Why not speak the truth and nothing else but the truth?
Why abide by the book of lies,
And put on a different front in front of others,
When what you really want,
Is personal glory...
The boost of self-esteem,
your very own ego and
morale?
Sigh. I guess this is the topic that will be on everyone's blog should my class really write what they really feel like writing. Coincedentally, I found the same topics being mentioned on some of my peeps' blogs. I've vented my frustration, though not to the fullest. I just wanna highlight the plight, yes it is a plight, that my class is going through. I'm not aiming any kind of personal attack to anyone. Neither am I referring to the people of DMC1B03 as a whole.
I know this sounds kinda ironic, on the contrary or whatever. But I just can't bring myself on how to explain it. Let's just put it this way- I'm blogging on what I really feel, what my heart really says or rather...
...what the reality is out there.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
I've got a few issues that I wanna address here. The most important one, as usual, goes first. (Why do I sound so freaking formal here?!?!)
1. I've got a splitting headache.
Reason: Simple. I'm sleeping at around 2 a.m. in the morning nowadays. IDEAS ontography project, DVPA 30-sec ad, tutorials and what nots. I know it seem untedious at all, if there is such a word. But really, it's taking a toll on me. Maybe my time management sucks. And oh, did I say I need to be part of the chill@SP event this Saturday?
Everyday reaching home at 7-odd at night, rest for a while and then back to my work once more. Sigh. I'm happy to enjoy myself in school. =)
2. To my friend whom I know from my F.O. camp, I don't know why you're avoiding me.
I just can't seem to find any logical reason why, so perhaps that's why this stuff has been buggin' me ever since. I don't expect anything much- at the very least smile or wave at me or say 'Hi!' when we happen to bump into each other. It is that difficult? After all, you're more popularly known as the one who smiles easily. Why the sudden irony here?
Just why do you just ignore me and give me a blank look when we happen to meet? Why...
3. This Friday, I have my DVPA presentation. Next Friday, I have a field trip to SPH. Equation? I can't go for my soccer trainings! And the worse thing is, the competition that I'm in starts early December. Oh man, I'm so unprepared... more to underprepared I suppose. Me in the starting line-up? I'd be glad if I can warm the bench. I don't even have the chemistry and understanding with 3/4 of the team. Need I say more?
Actually I have to miss my Hari Raya outing with my secondary school friends too, which is to be on this coming Friday. I know it's kinda late now for an outing, no more 'feeling' as they always say. But better late than never right? Moreover, we have to wait for those taking their 'O's this year but... but... the bottomline is, 'I can't go.'
I don't have the mood to celebrate Hari Raya this year too, so I guess it doesn't hurt me much... I hope so?
4. For countless times, I have had my attacks on Singaporeans and I shall not spare them any mercy here once more. I hate the fucking attitude of Singaporeans standing right smack in the middle of the train door and rush in once it opens. Even if you are boarding from Raffles Place and you know that the train from Marina Bay is empty, and that there's few people who will alight, that doesn't mean you can 'camp' in front of the doors right!?!?!?
Fuck this attitude off. It irritates me, ust like what I experienced the other time when I went to photostat some IPRA notes for the class. I approached the staff NICELY and REQUESTED for the notes to be photostated. This fucking lady TOLD ME OFF by saying, "You want to photostat yourself?"
"Err, no. I don't know how to operate the machine," I replied, looking puzzled.
"Then you have to wait 'cause we short of staff,"the lady told me in a fucking attitude that grossed me off.
Wait? Okay, fine with me. No apologies given. Till another staff came to my help, it was already 10 minutes of waiting time. What? No apologies still? Never mind. Then I went to the cashier to foot the bill, unfortunately facing the fucking lady once more. After the taking my change, she immediately turned around and chatted with her colleague. What? Still no apologies?
Fuck this irritating and disgusting attitudes that's instilled in you, Singaporeans. 'cause it's gonna leave a bad stain on you.
I just can't blog anymore for today. My headache's gone way too far...
Here's the ontography that I did, which is supposed to mean 'drawing with a subconscious mind'. I'm not an artist, what more born to be one. So this piece of crap that I produced, I proudly can call it a masterpiece. In ym own eyes, course.
Nice?
Like shit right?
I can understand... =p
1. I've got a splitting headache.
Reason: Simple. I'm sleeping at around 2 a.m. in the morning nowadays. IDEAS ontography project, DVPA 30-sec ad, tutorials and what nots. I know it seem untedious at all, if there is such a word. But really, it's taking a toll on me. Maybe my time management sucks. And oh, did I say I need to be part of the chill@SP event this Saturday?
Everyday reaching home at 7-odd at night, rest for a while and then back to my work once more. Sigh. I'm happy to enjoy myself in school. =)
2. To my friend whom I know from my F.O. camp, I don't know why you're avoiding me.
I just can't seem to find any logical reason why, so perhaps that's why this stuff has been buggin' me ever since. I don't expect anything much- at the very least smile or wave at me or say 'Hi!' when we happen to bump into each other. It is that difficult? After all, you're more popularly known as the one who smiles easily. Why the sudden irony here?
Just why do you just ignore me and give me a blank look when we happen to meet? Why...
3. This Friday, I have my DVPA presentation. Next Friday, I have a field trip to SPH. Equation? I can't go for my soccer trainings! And the worse thing is, the competition that I'm in starts early December. Oh man, I'm so unprepared... more to underprepared I suppose. Me in the starting line-up? I'd be glad if I can warm the bench. I don't even have the chemistry and understanding with 3/4 of the team. Need I say more?
Actually I have to miss my Hari Raya outing with my secondary school friends too, which is to be on this coming Friday. I know it's kinda late now for an outing, no more 'feeling' as they always say. But better late than never right? Moreover, we have to wait for those taking their 'O's this year but... but... the bottomline is, 'I can't go.'
I don't have the mood to celebrate Hari Raya this year too, so I guess it doesn't hurt me much... I hope so?
4. For countless times, I have had my attacks on Singaporeans and I shall not spare them any mercy here once more. I hate the fucking attitude of Singaporeans standing right smack in the middle of the train door and rush in once it opens. Even if you are boarding from Raffles Place and you know that the train from Marina Bay is empty, and that there's few people who will alight, that doesn't mean you can 'camp' in front of the doors right!?!?!?
IN FRONT OF THE YELLOW LINE SOME MORE!
Fuck this attitude off. It irritates me, ust like what I experienced the other time when I went to photostat some IPRA notes for the class. I approached the staff NICELY and REQUESTED for the notes to be photostated. This fucking lady TOLD ME OFF by saying, "You want to photostat yourself?"
"Err, no. I don't know how to operate the machine," I replied, looking puzzled.
"Then you have to wait 'cause we short of staff,"the lady told me in a fucking attitude that grossed me off.
Wait? Okay, fine with me. No apologies given. Till another staff came to my help, it was already 10 minutes of waiting time. What? No apologies still? Never mind. Then I went to the cashier to foot the bill, unfortunately facing the fucking lady once more. After the taking my change, she immediately turned around and chatted with her colleague. What? Still no apologies?
Fuck this irritating and disgusting attitudes that's instilled in you, Singaporeans. 'cause it's gonna leave a bad stain on you.
I just can't blog anymore for today. My headache's gone way too far...
Here's the ontography that I did, which is supposed to mean 'drawing with a subconscious mind'. I'm not an artist, what more born to be one. So this piece of crap that I produced, I proudly can call it a masterpiece. In ym own eyes, course.
Nice?
Like shit right?
I can understand... =p
Sunday, November 20, 2005
What's this strange-looking thing here?
My sis say's it looks like a shadow of a Smurf. I say it looks like Elvis Presley, nevermind the body and legs. But what really is it? Turn you monitor in different angles for more results... and not forgetting damages too. Don't say I didn't remind you...
Well for those of you who are looking for a clue or crying in vain for one, all I can say is that the clue is in the picture itself.
Still don't get it? I don't blame you. While the possibilities are endless, the first look of it will always be a uniform 'HAR?' or 'HUH?' or that puzzled look.
Well, if you noticed the shiny metal-like thing at the top of the picture, then I can consider you automatically qualify for the consolation prizes. If you had guessed correctly that it's a keychain, that you are officially the grand winner...
'Yay!' anyone?
Prize winners will be notified by post, so please keep you mailboxes updated. If you find that the mail is taking too long to arrive, you can also direct you attention to any rubbish bins near you. Prizes there are decided by 'your luck' basis, so please pray hard before you dip your hand into the 'pit'. And of course, the 'No Cheating' rule applies.
Okay, I'm basically crapping. It is indeed a keychain. It is bearing my name. It is not what what I had expected. Nah, show you lah...
Happy? I like the colours. But I don't like the 'font' that was used. I don't like the size of the keychain too. (See: puny) Thus with my dislikes overpowering my likes, my conclusion will be 'I don't like it'.
I got it from the mega pasar malam at Woodlands some time last month and for 5-freaking bucks, I thought it would be nice to have one. Gosh, how I wish I could have taken back my words. I don't blame the guy who made this for me also lah. He tried to be artistic. In fact, he has to. But maybe he tried to hard.
But other than the 'font', I pretty much am disappointed with the size of it too. Imagine the name 'JEHAN' is two times bigger than 'FITRI' in the keychain, despite the fact that they both have 5 letters each. WHO NOT SIAN, YOU TELL ME!
But I don't blame the guy lah. (I know I'm making him sound so innocent. But f.y.i., I'm not enjoying it.) The letters 'I', 'T' and 'I' again are all thin and tall. Maybe that's why I'm thin and tall. But my theory isn't proved right yet, so don't jump to conclusions yet.
Perhaps that's why my keychain turned out to be so small in size.
And perhaps that's why it's still kept hanging on my notice board, yet to be used.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
I'm an innocent, young boy! I swear!
I WAS that before today that is. After I did a skit with the other guys, my classmates' perception of me immediately changed. "I'll never gonna see you in the same way ever" lah, "Don't ever do that again! It's disgusting!" lah, this lah, that lah... there's just too many mouths to be quoted here. See how fast the world evolves nowadays?
It was just a skit. Nothing more. So obviously, there's nothing wrong right? My classmates are a crazy bunch, I'd say. Now they are seeing me as a 'chee ko pek', (is it spelt that way?) a pervert and whatever-you-use-to-call-an-old-ah-pek-gawking-at-girls. While I do admit that as you grow older and you become more mature, I'd like to stress once more that...
I'm an innocent, young boy! I swear!
They are basically stereotyping me! Ironically, our discussion topic was about 'Stereotyping' today. So I guess they just want to emphasise on their point that stereotyping happens everywhere, anywhere. My say? I'm more than happy to be the evidence to their thesis. =)
Just ignore them for a second shall we? (Haha! Sorry to sound so mean, people!) Devon has her whole list of actors and stars that, according to her, will melt her heart whenever she sees them. In fact, I bet the whole population of girls in my class do. And their list just doesn't stop there. They seem to go ga-ga over this 'Allan Wu' look-alike from DBA/DBF/DAC? I've never seen him before but I already feel like putting a gun over his head and pull the trigger.
Now, now... before you hold any emergency meeting to hold a war against me, let me first clarify that the gun that I'm gonna use is only a water gun. =p
But why not right? Almost everyday I hear the ladies in my class scream "EH! TODAY I SAW ALLAN WU, LEH!" Almost everyday leh... I hear also until sian. As if seeing that guy is equivalent to striking lotteryor getting an orgasm. That was the first stage of the cancer.
The second stage will be worse. The noise level in class will immediately increase to 120dB, same as a rock concert environment. So much so that when you look up, you can only see open mouths, white teeths and wide smiles. The noise will be made up of hysterical laughters and praises that shoots like a machine gun from their mouths. For that 'Allan Wu', of course.
So far, no one in my class are suffering from the terminal stage of this strange, new cancer. The symptoms are unknown for now. But with new technologies and fast medical breakthroughs, I'm pretty confident that even the cure for this cancer can be found. But somehow, I feel that this cancer can only be treated through a naturally process called 'Sian Already'.
Why is it a cancer, you say? 'cause it spreads rapidly and easily and it attacks out of nowhere. Wait, that pretty much sound like the H5N1 virus.
WAH! I really digressed a lot. Actually I wanted to talk about favourite stars, as in movie stars! But this mentally-challenged 'Allan Wu' episode has made me sidetracked a lot. But nevermind. I watched 'Just Like Heaven' today and I was truly mesmerized by the plot. And the actress too.
'Reese Witherspoon'. Ever heard about her? Okay, I'm not a good film critic. So I guess I'd better stay off that topic. But I must say she's a good actress. ;) Perhaps what attracts me more about her is the fact that she looks like 'Kelly Clarkson', my favourite female singer.
Don't they look similar? Yes?
I particularly love this photo shot of her that I'm toying with the idea of putting it as my desktop background.
She looks so attractive to my eyes. Pretty much like a girl-next-door kinda look with a pleasant attitude. Dig that, people!
And somehow my eyes got water come out at the end of the show. I think my eyes something wrong ah. Suddenly got water one. Don't know why also. Man don't cry and man will never cry!
Erm, actually tears did flow down my cheeks lah. I have feelings too okay! And I'm not so hard-hearted, one okay! I'm quite emotional at appropriate times! The plot was good, can?
And last and obviosly the least, there was a competition held at SB today. A water drinking contest. And it's on time trial concept. The last time I saw the 'Fastest Time' board, it was 13 seconds-odd. Hold your gasp for now. Here's something that much more worth your gasp- the first prize was an XBOX.
KNN. Now who dare say competitions and contests are boring, eh?
Last words,
I really did nothing wrong! Ask my anyone who are present during my skit...
I'm an innocent, young boy! I swear!
I WAS that before today that is. After I did a skit with the other guys, my classmates' perception of me immediately changed. "I'll never gonna see you in the same way ever" lah, "Don't ever do that again! It's disgusting!" lah, this lah, that lah... there's just too many mouths to be quoted here. See how fast the world evolves nowadays?
It was just a skit. Nothing more. So obviously, there's nothing wrong right? My classmates are a crazy bunch, I'd say. Now they are seeing me as a 'chee ko pek', (is it spelt that way?) a pervert and whatever-you-use-to-call-an-old-ah-pek-gawking-at-girls. While I do admit that as you grow older and you become more mature, I'd like to stress once more that...
I'm an innocent, young boy! I swear!
They are basically stereotyping me! Ironically, our discussion topic was about 'Stereotyping' today. So I guess they just want to emphasise on their point that stereotyping happens everywhere, anywhere. My say? I'm more than happy to be the evidence to their thesis. =)
Just ignore them for a second shall we? (Haha! Sorry to sound so mean, people!) Devon has her whole list of actors and stars that, according to her, will melt her heart whenever she sees them. In fact, I bet the whole population of girls in my class do. And their list just doesn't stop there. They seem to go ga-ga over this 'Allan Wu' look-alike from DBA/DBF/DAC? I've never seen him before but I already feel like putting a gun over his head and pull the trigger.
Now, now... before you hold any emergency meeting to hold a war against me, let me first clarify that the gun that I'm gonna use is only a water gun. =p
But why not right? Almost everyday I hear the ladies in my class scream "EH! TODAY I SAW ALLAN WU, LEH!" Almost everyday leh... I hear also until sian. As if seeing that guy is equivalent to striking lottery
The second stage will be worse. The noise level in class will immediately increase to 120dB, same as a rock concert environment. So much so that when you look up, you can only see open mouths, white teeths and wide smiles. The noise will be made up of hysterical laughters and praises that shoots like a machine gun from their mouths. For that 'Allan Wu', of course.
So far, no one in my class are suffering from the terminal stage of this strange, new cancer. The symptoms are unknown for now. But with new technologies and fast medical breakthroughs, I'm pretty confident that even the cure for this cancer can be found. But somehow, I feel that this cancer can only be treated through a naturally process called 'Sian Already'.
Why is it a cancer, you say? 'cause it spreads rapidly and easily and it attacks out of nowhere. Wait, that pretty much sound like the H5N1 virus.
WAH! I really digressed a lot. Actually I wanted to talk about favourite stars, as in movie stars! But this mentally-challenged 'Allan Wu' episode has made me sidetracked a lot. But nevermind. I watched 'Just Like Heaven' today and I was truly mesmerized by the plot. And the actress too.
'Reese Witherspoon'. Ever heard about her? Okay, I'm not a good film critic. So I guess I'd better stay off that topic. But I must say she's a good actress. ;) Perhaps what attracts me more about her is the fact that she looks like 'Kelly Clarkson', my favourite female singer.
Reese Witherspoon
&
Kelly Clarkson
&
Kelly Clarkson
Don't they look similar? Yes?
I particularly love this photo shot of her that I'm toying with the idea of putting it as my desktop background.
She looks so attractive to my eyes. Pretty much like a girl-next-door kinda look with a pleasant attitude. Dig that, people!
And somehow my eyes got water come out at the end of the show. I think my eyes something wrong ah. Suddenly got water one. Don't know why also. Man don't cry and man will never cry!
Erm, actually tears did flow down my cheeks lah. I have feelings too okay! And I'm not so hard-hearted, one okay! I'm quite emotional at appropriate times! The plot was good, can?
And last and obviosly the least, there was a competition held at SB today. A water drinking contest. And it's on time trial concept. The last time I saw the 'Fastest Time' board, it was 13 seconds-odd. Hold your gasp for now. Here's something that much more worth your gasp- the first prize was an XBOX.
KNN. Now who dare say competitions and contests are boring, eh?
Last words,
I really did nothing wrong! Ask my anyone who are present during my skit...
I'm an innocent, young boy! I swear!
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
I'm currently in 'Busy' mode. Thus I really apologies if my blog entires,
1) doesn't make sense at all to you
2) seem as if I didn't put in much effort into it
3) bore you to death due to the lack of updates and strong contents
Wait, I sound a tad too formal here. And I don't like it. I hate being formal, as much as I hate flying cockroaches. They both simple behaves like a straw- they suck. Period.
Moving on... I know my blog is nothing when,
1) I see that it is just a pitstop for some people to go to others' blogs
2) you just type in 'www.fitree.blogspot.com' just to see if I've updated my entries
Now I know why it's worth... it's free, so to speak. That cheap I've become, or rather my blog that is. But truthfully, the more arty farty your blog is or the longer the list of HTML codes, that's found in your 'Template' section, the higher the worth of your blog. Do I sound as if I'm consoling myself here? =( Spare a thought for this soul here who have low self-esteem and self- confidence. =((
Just thinking of next week is horrendous. Speaking of 'horrendous', I've just ended a day of torture in school today. 1 tutorial, 1 GEMs class, 1 NUS Talk followed by 1 make-up lecture.
Total time taken= D/S
= 8 hrs
Therefore, Fitri spent 8 hours in Singapore Polytechnic.
Yeah right, and how I wish I don't have to! Especially the last make-up lecture! I've already switched off my mind 10 minutes into the lecture! My brain cells were already dead! Not functioning! Geddit?
By the way, it was the first time I entered MLT8 and I must say it's pretty impressive. I seem to have this impression of it being like the 'Empress Hall' kinda thing where all the kings and high officials come together to discuss about emperial issues and such. Save for the broken and therefore unused chairs-cum-tables that are lined up nicely at the side if the MLT, of course.
Eh, I digressed a lot. I was talking about next week, which can be summarised in one word as I've mentioned earlier- horrendous. WHY?!?!?
'Cause...
1) I've a test about HTML shits next Monday (despite it being an open-book one. Blah!)
2) I've to complete a 30-sec TVC (TV commercial), every aspect of it before the shooting of the commercial (By Tues...)
3) I've to come up with my Ontography drawing and 3D model and are to be completed, presented and submitted by next Tues...
And Ms Olivia said that we have to 'spend 20-30 drawings before we get our signature on each drawing that represents us. Some of us may spend some time under the air-con, the beach or stay up till late at night where nobody is there to disturb you and complete our drawings'.
And guess what's the best part... it carries only 10% of the whole module. 10-freaking-percent. I don't know if things are gonna get much harder in the future or is it really dumb to have such a low percentage for such a time-and-effort-consuming project.
And save me from the 30-sec TVC. I've came up with an idea, but to materialize it is really another matter that I've not gone deep into. But DVPA is fun, and I totally love it to bits. And pieces.
Say people, this is MY blog. MY feelings. MY emotions. MY entries.
If you say I like to critic people, that's ME.
If you say I like to badmouth people, that's ME.
If you say I like to talk behind people's back, that's ME.
And you know what? All these characteristics aren't ME. I repeat, they aren't ME. 'cause in MY blog, I rant and I praise. I talk about anything under the sun. Or rather I blog about anything that I have in my heart. Of course I do abide by the rules of sensitivity and such.
'Cause for ME, it's no use planning what to write in a blog entry. It's just not sincere. If I hurt or cause any harm or damage, physically or whatever, I can do nothing. What more if you don't even clarify it with ME. So if I accidentally hurt you in any way or another, I'm truly sorry.
Perhaps MY blog reflects the inner ME. Of course the keyword here is 'perhaps'. I don't know if it's true or not. Whether you wanna make any assumptions or not, it's entirely up to you. Whether you wanna make the right move by getting to know me better rather than making asssumptions or not, the ball is in your court.
I'm sick and tired of people ordering me to do this and that. I don't mind comments, good or bad. I don't mind criticisms and obviously I welcome any form of compliments. But I control MYSELF. Not you, not anybody. I've learnt this the hard way and I appreciate it greatly 'cause my shell have hardened and this time, it'll be a tougher nut to crack.
(Sorry my friends for not tagging your boards, etc. But I do visit them in my free time. Thanks all who have been filling up the empty spaces in this already-empty blog. I promise to be an active blogger in this blogosphere once I've got everything settled, aite! )
1) doesn't make sense at all to you
2) seem as if I didn't put in much effort into it
3) bore you to death due to the lack of updates and strong contents
Wait, I sound a tad too formal here. And I don't like it. I hate being formal, as much as I hate flying cockroaches. They both simple behaves like a straw- they suck. Period.
Moving on... I know my blog is nothing when,
1) I see that it is just a pitstop for some people to go to others' blogs
2) you just type in 'www.fitree.blogspot.com' just to see if I've updated my entries
Now I know why it's worth... it's free, so to speak. That cheap I've become, or rather my blog that is. But truthfully, the more arty farty your blog is or the longer the list of HTML codes, that's found in your 'Template' section, the higher the worth of your blog. Do I sound as if I'm consoling myself here? =( Spare a thought for this soul here who have low self-esteem and self- confidence. =((
Just thinking of next week is horrendous. Speaking of 'horrendous', I've just ended a day of torture in school today. 1 tutorial, 1 GEMs class, 1 NUS Talk followed by 1 make-up lecture.
Total time taken= D/S
= 8 hrs
Therefore, Fitri spent 8 hours in Singapore Polytechnic.
Yeah right, and how I wish I don't have to! Especially the last make-up lecture! I've already switched off my mind 10 minutes into the lecture! My brain cells were already dead! Not functioning! Geddit?
By the way, it was the first time I entered MLT8 and I must say it's pretty impressive. I seem to have this impression of it being like the 'Empress Hall' kinda thing where all the kings and high officials come together to discuss about emperial issues and such. Save for the broken and therefore unused chairs-cum-tables that are lined up nicely at the side if the MLT, of course.
Eh, I digressed a lot. I was talking about next week, which can be summarised in one word as I've mentioned earlier- horrendous. WHY?!?!?
'Cause...
1) I've a test about HTML shits next Monday (despite it being an open-book one. Blah!)
2) I've to complete a 30-sec TVC (TV commercial), every aspect of it before the shooting of the commercial (By Tues...)
3) I've to come up with my Ontography drawing and 3D model and are to be completed, presented and submitted by next Tues...
And Ms Olivia said that we have to 'spend 20-30 drawings before we get our signature on each drawing that represents us. Some of us may spend some time under the air-con, the beach or stay up till late at night where nobody is there to disturb you and complete our drawings'.
And guess what's the best part... it carries only 10% of the whole module. 10-freaking-percent. I don't know if things are gonna get much harder in the future or is it really dumb to have such a low percentage for such a time-and-effort-consuming project.
And save me from the 30-sec TVC. I've came up with an idea, but to materialize it is really another matter that I've not gone deep into. But DVPA is fun, and I totally love it to bits. And pieces.
Say people, this is MY blog. MY feelings. MY emotions. MY entries.
If you say I like to critic people, that's ME.
If you say I like to badmouth people, that's ME.
If you say I like to talk behind people's back, that's ME.
And you know what? All these characteristics aren't ME. I repeat, they aren't ME. 'cause in MY blog, I rant and I praise. I talk about anything under the sun. Or rather I blog about anything that I have in my heart. Of course I do abide by the rules of sensitivity and such.
'Cause for ME, it's no use planning what to write in a blog entry. It's just not sincere. If I hurt or cause any harm or damage, physically or whatever, I can do nothing. What more if you don't even clarify it with ME. So if I accidentally hurt you in any way or another, I'm truly sorry.
Perhaps MY blog reflects the inner ME. Of course the keyword here is 'perhaps'. I don't know if it's true or not. Whether you wanna make any assumptions or not, it's entirely up to you. Whether you wanna make the right move by getting to know me better rather than making asssumptions or not, the ball is in your court.
I'm sick and tired of people ordering me to do this and that. I don't mind comments, good or bad. I don't mind criticisms and obviously I welcome any form of compliments. But I control MYSELF. Not you, not anybody. I've learnt this the hard way and I appreciate it greatly 'cause my shell have hardened and this time, it'll be a tougher nut to crack.
(Sorry my friends for not tagging your boards, etc. But I do visit them in my free time. Thanks all who have been filling up the empty spaces in this already-empty blog. I promise to be an active blogger in this blogosphere once I've got everything settled, aite! )
Monday, November 14, 2005
My blog is worth $0.00.
How much is your blog worth?
Does this means my blog is worthless or priceless?
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Finally, I took the challenge of putting my whole body on the weighing scale. It took me a lot of courage to do so, especially after the numerous houses I went to for the Hari Raya visits. Gassy drinks, oily gravy and fatty food, I don't need to have a whole list of what goes into my stomach lately. It'll just take up too much of space...
So anyway, I nearly freaked out when I placed one foot on the scale. Or so to say, half of my body. Which translates to half of my body weight, which made me go *GASP*!!!
But actually the scale was going 'dizzy', as in the numbers can't be read properly as it was trying to get hold of my proper weight. I was jerking my body actually. I guess that explains why the scale was in 'dizzy' mode.
I'm acting like a girl by then, afraid of my own weight when it is just basically a number. Like the 'Wheel of Fortune' wheel it goes and after a short blur of numbers on the screen, the pointer finally landed on the 'SURPRISE' board.
It really was a surprise to me when my sis reads my weight as 67kg. Okay, I'd say it as a WHOPPING 67 KILOGRAMS!!!
"YYYEESS!!!" my heart screamed and jumped for joy.
I know 67 is an awful number to be related to especially when it is in terms of fats. But for me, it's 'HALLELUJAH!' (is it spelt that way? I hope it is...) I've been trying to gain weight lately, I just too boney and skinny and what-have-you for a guy of my size and height. But I don't wanna be too bulky either, looking like a bodybuilder and stuff like that. *shakes head repeatedly in disagreement*
Guess now it's time for me to turn those fats into muscles. Else, it'll be a perfect candidate for the upcoming Christmas season. You know who I'm referring to...
But wait. When I stepped off the scale, I found an error reading. It reads 2kg when I wasn't even putting any part of my body on it. WHAT!!! Do you know what that means? I am only 65kg now.. simply put, I need more red meat, calcium, carbohydrates and proteins. That'll put me up for my 'ideal' weight, I'm sure. ;)
(Sorry for the lack of updates. I'm being going through a turbulent week. Ups and downs, highs and lows, I'm certainly not promoting HL Milk here. My life was pretty much unorganised, in disarray I should say. I just can't seem to be myself. Is it the environment around me? Or is it a hormonal change? Sometimes I just wish I can sit by the beach at night, admiring the stars above and hearing the waves hit the shores. Then will I be able to reach my inner self and... excel in my IDEAS module.
Well, that was a digression. I really need to be 'me'. But somehow I can't. I need a solution but somehow it's just not there.
I heard the meditation class at my community centre still has one place left. Hmmm... maybe I should consider it... quick!)
So anyway, I nearly freaked out when I placed one foot on the scale. Or so to say, half of my body. Which translates to half of my body weight, which made me go *GASP*!!!
But actually the scale was going 'dizzy', as in the numbers can't be read properly as it was trying to get hold of my proper weight. I was jerking my body actually. I guess that explains why the scale was in 'dizzy' mode.
I'm acting like a girl by then, afraid of my own weight when it is just basically a number. Like the 'Wheel of Fortune' wheel it goes and after a short blur of numbers on the screen, the pointer finally landed on the 'SURPRISE' board.
It really was a surprise to me when my sis reads my weight as 67kg. Okay, I'd say it as a WHOPPING 67 KILOGRAMS!!!
"YYYEESS!!!" my heart screamed and jumped for joy.
I know 67 is an awful number to be related to especially when it is in terms of fats. But for me, it's 'HALLELUJAH!' (is it spelt that way? I hope it is...) I've been trying to gain weight lately, I just too boney and skinny and what-have-you for a guy of my size and height. But I don't wanna be too bulky either, looking like a bodybuilder and stuff like that. *shakes head repeatedly in disagreement*
Guess now it's time for me to turn those fats into muscles. Else, it'll be a perfect candidate for the upcoming Christmas season. You know who I'm referring to...
But wait. When I stepped off the scale, I found an error reading. It reads 2kg when I wasn't even putting any part of my body on it. WHAT!!! Do you know what that means? I am only 65kg now.. simply put, I need more red meat, calcium, carbohydrates and proteins. That'll put me up for my 'ideal' weight, I'm sure. ;)
(Sorry for the lack of updates. I'm being going through a turbulent week. Ups and downs, highs and lows, I'm certainly not promoting HL Milk here. My life was pretty much unorganised, in disarray I should say. I just can't seem to be myself. Is it the environment around me? Or is it a hormonal change? Sometimes I just wish I can sit by the beach at night, admiring the stars above and hearing the waves hit the shores. Then will I be able to reach my inner self and... excel in my IDEAS module.
Well, that was a digression. I really need to be 'me'. But somehow I can't. I need a solution but somehow it's just not there.
I heard the meditation class at my community centre still has one place left. Hmmm... maybe I should consider it... quick!)
Monday, November 07, 2005
1. My computer somehow simply doesn't accept Kyun's versions of MS Office. Now it's screwed up, not forgetting the fact that I'm without MS Word right now. Poor Kyun, I'm wasting her precious time by having her to entertain my, or rather my computer's, crap. Sorry Kyun. It so nice of you to tolerate me.
2. I can't sign in to my MSN Messenger. It keeps giving me this stupid error message, telling me to tweak around with my firewall or remind me to have my internet connection on. Damn, I shouldn't have downloaded the supposed 'new' version of it. Sometimes, new doesn't mean good. Really it is true.
3. My handphone's wrecked, despite it still being in one piece. I didn't know dropping from my bed to a carpeted floor will do so much damage. I think I should adopt the Japanese style of sleeping- on the floor. If not for my friend, I would be handphone-less by now. (Thanks Edwin. =)) By then, I wouldn't wanna know what will happen to me. That goes to show that I'm so dependent on my handphone. In fact, I think my PC is worth more than anything else.
Alright correction, I'm technology-dependent.
4. I'm in desperate need of cash. Suddenly everything seems to be a necessity. Eveything in my 'I WANT' list. Maybe I should push some into the 'I NEED' list. But either way, the bottomline is, I need cash. Period.
5. I think I'll just breath in T2259's air everytime I go there. It's my Web Publishing class, by the way. I do nothing in that class except to copy whatever the lecturer has flashed on the big screen, into my Dreamweaver document. After which, we'll have a 20-minute break and end class 30 minutes before time. Sigh. I don't blame anybody fot this. Simply put, I don't even know who to blame... Slacking it may seem to be but it's more like a silent 3-hour torture for me.
6. WHY IS EVERYTHING AGAINST ME?!?!?
2. I can't sign in to my MSN Messenger. It keeps giving me this stupid error message, telling me to tweak around with my firewall or remind me to have my internet connection on. Damn, I shouldn't have downloaded the supposed 'new' version of it. Sometimes, new doesn't mean good. Really it is true.
3. My handphone's wrecked, despite it still being in one piece. I didn't know dropping from my bed to a carpeted floor will do so much damage. I think I should adopt the Japanese style of sleeping- on the floor. If not for my friend, I would be handphone-less by now. (Thanks Edwin. =)) By then, I wouldn't wanna know what will happen to me. That goes to show that I'm so dependent on my handphone. In fact, I think my PC is worth more than anything else.
Alright correction, I'm technology-dependent.
4. I'm in desperate need of cash. Suddenly everything seems to be a necessity. Eveything in my 'I WANT' list. Maybe I should push some into the 'I NEED' list. But either way, the bottomline is, I need cash. Period.
5. I think I'll just breath in T2259's air everytime I go there. It's my Web Publishing class, by the way. I do nothing in that class except to copy whatever the lecturer has flashed on the big screen, into my Dreamweaver document. After which, we'll have a 20-minute break and end class 30 minutes before time. Sigh. I don't blame anybody fot this. Simply put, I don't even know who to blame... Slacking it may seem to be but it's more like a silent 3-hour torture for me.
6. WHY IS EVERYTHING AGAINST ME?!?!?
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Friday was such a strange day. As I alighted at Raffles Place to change trains, I noticed a distinct lack of noise there. Noises from crowds that is. From people literally shouting at their handphones to stilettos 'whacking' the concrete stairs, everything was absent.
In fact, I had the chance to stand behind the yellow line on that day. Usually, I'm way behind.. that i just feel like standing in front of the doors. Indeed Singaporeans are clever, huh? Taking leave on last Friday is certainly the RIGHT thing to do. For those who think that they're smarter and took leave strategically on Monday, Wenesday AND Friday, think again..
I bet your first day of work will be greeted by a termination letter on your desk. Yes, you are refreshed. You certainly need that loads amount of energy to clear all the rubbish from your workspace and drag yourself out of your company's buliding. Either that, or you should really thank your lucky stars that you're still alive and kicking in front of your PC. Si beh lucky sia these buggers...
I know I'm being mean, insensititve or whatever... but that's not my point of this post, really. It's more to the big hoo-haa that occured at Padang lately. And no, it's not the fact that the grass there has FINALLY being trimmed.
It was going an event that was about to be THE event of the year... everything was perfect; the stage was set, the response was overwhelming and there were no terrorists in the midst of the crowds. Phew.. good job Mr. Policeman.
Then came the moment, the unveiling of Ocean's real face! "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" went the screams.
In fact, I had the chance to stand behind the yellow line on that day. Usually, I'm way behind.. that i just feel like standing in front of the doors. Indeed Singaporeans are clever, huh? Taking leave on last Friday is certainly the RIGHT thing to do. For those who think that they're smarter and took leave strategically on Monday, Wenesday AND Friday, think again..
I bet your first day of work will be greeted by a termination letter on your desk. Yes, you are refreshed. You certainly need that loads amount of energy to clear all the rubbish from your workspace and drag yourself out of your company's buliding. Either that, or you should really thank your lucky stars that you're still alive and kicking in front of your PC. Si beh lucky sia these buggers...
I know I'm being mean, insensititve or whatever... but that's not my point of this post, really. It's more to the big hoo-haa that occured at Padang lately. And no, it's not the fact that the grass there has FINALLY being trimmed.
It was going an event that was about to be THE event of the year... everything was perfect; the stage was set, the response was overwhelming and there were no terrorists in the midst of the crowds. Phew.. good job Mr. Policeman.
Then came the moment, the unveiling of Ocean's real face! "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" went the screams.
Ocean: "TADAAAH!!! HI PEOPLE! HERE I AM! YES, YES! I'M OU DE YANG! THE ONE WHOM YOU'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT WAS LANKY, BOYISH AND LONG-HAIRED! 26 YEARS OLD SOME MORE LEH!"
Guy in blue: "Eh, I thought I saw someone like him making kopi-o at the hawker centre just now? He change so fast ah? WHOA!!! Mummy, Mummy......"
Girl in red: "Har.. why his face like that one? I thought he's soooo charming, sooo handsome. I dream of him every night till my I wet my bed but when I see him now, why I feel like puking ah?"
Girl in orange: "Wah CB, who's this bugger? I want to Ou De Yang and then this China-man like person come out of nowhere. KNN, cheat my time and effort only..."
Girl in purple: "Erm.. erm... I.. I... I'm... speechless..."
Ocean: "AH LAI, LAI... SHAKE MY HAND COME.. AH, IT'S FREE YOU KNOW! I KNOW SINGAPOREANS LIKE FREE THINGS SO I LET YOUR SHAKE MY HAND FOR FREE LAH HOR. MY HANDS VERY NICE RIGHT? VERY SMOOTH, VERT SOFT.. LATER I LET YOU SEE THE CREAM THAT I USE, OKAY AUNTIE!"
Aunties: "YAY! OU DE YANG IS GOING TO LET US SEE THE CREAM THAT HE USE!!! MY HUSBAND IS GOING TO BE A VERY HAPPY PERSON NOW! NOW I CAN STROKE HIS DICK EVERY NIGHT WITH MY SMOOTH AND SILKY HANDS! EH, EH.. WE TAKE YOUR PICTURES FIRST HOR!!! *click* *click* *click*
Okay lah, don't say I bias. There were some who were really enthusiastic enough. I wonder why, really.. In fact I think they were just showing off their digicams to this photographer who's standing in front of them to take their picture. Don't believe me?
Isn't this more obvious then? One happy family! And I bet their faces will change once they see the real Ou De Yang. Smiles will become frowns and the girl's 'peace' sign will turn into a middle finger 'fuck you'. That's how bad I predict it'll be.
Okay, enough of the flak that Ou De Yang's receiving from me. Enough of the actions over at the Padang. Let's go to the press conference, where all will be forgiven...
Ocean: "I would like to thank all my fans who have tolerated my bullshitting about my looks and such. But I am handsome and cute right? Thanks so much. You guys have been great. Please buy my albums, okay? Bye!"
Oh how I hate this guy now. Can you actually tolerate lies? Big lies that is? And he's so thick-skinned that he doesn't even care about how disappointed his fans and supporters will be when his actual self doesn't match the their expectations. He still dare to say that he's only 26 when he's already 30-odd!!! How low can he stoop? No doubt he has the voice but if I was an ardent fan of his (touch wood..) I would have gone into a depression by now.
And by the way, his wife looks like Xiang Yun to me, the one acting as 'Hua-jie' in the drama serial 'Portrait of Home'.
No? Oh sheesh, I think I have to visit the optician once more...
(P.S. This are just my views. Of course the dialouges weren't really made by this freaking liar. And of course I was just expressing my views, my distaste to be exact. In fact, I wouldn't wanna see this guy on the streets 'cause I'll make sure his name matches his condition then- by throwing him into the 'ocean'. And of course the pictures were courtesy of 'The Electric New Paper'.)
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Have you seen names that is so long, that it's not normal at all? Perhaps we should pity someone with a name as super duper long as 'Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious'. Imagine how long this person will take to shade his name in the OAS. Or how many lines will his name take up if he is to put it at the back of his jersey.
Of course I don't mock at others for no reason. I do fall into this category actually, if you consider my full name that is. But the only time I'll turn my head to respond to a calling is only when someone call me 'Fitri'. Not 'Muhammad', not 'Bin', not 'Khamis'. They made up part of my name but 'Fitri' is the REAL ME.
Fitri is so hard to pronounce meh? I made up the word 'Fitree' for pronunciation purposes intially. But turn out to be, I like the name so much that I decided to make use of it. (See: fitree_figo06@hotmail.com)
Then came 'Fi3', courtesy of my ex-classmate whose name was written as '3na' for simplicity sake, I suppose. Cool, eh? All these while, I was at the butt of jokes. 'three feet tall' lah, 'having three feets' lah, being literally a 'fit tree' lah. Whatever else lah! Alas, 'Fi3' sounds... magnifico!
See? Easy to pronounce right? But.. but.. but.. my name evolved a few times ever since I was born, be it spoken or written.
I have got people calling me 'Victory' before, for whatever reasons they have.
I once ordered food from Pizza Hut and I swear the operator must be deaf. Either that or she is illeterate. That's why I can hear the sound of fingers jabbing the keyboard as I placed my orders- she needed a computer to aid her. Anyway when the bill came, I saw it being addressed to 'Mr Sitri'. I actually wanted to say to the despatch rider that he has got the wrong person, but after seeing my sister already tearing off the meat of the spicy drumlets in desperation, I went on to pay for the food.
That's not the point. The main thiing is, I had allowed myself to be regarded as 'Mr Sitri'. Duh...
And today! During Hari Raya, after my aunt and uncle had given out green packets to the young ones, I suddenly realised this..
One packet was for 'Pitri'.
And the other was for 'Pitry'.
WOW! Even my own family members doesn't know my real name! But I couldn't give back the packets for some you-know-what reasons, right? So I became 'Pitri' or 'Pitry' for the day. And that's certainly something I didn't wanna do for such a special occasion.
I know it's an eyesore seeing my name all over this post. What more mumbling it as you were reading this post. I bet my name has been ringing in your head for the past few minutes or so. But as kind as I am, I have to brainwash you once more.
If in doubt of what to call me or how to spell my name, just say or write 'FIT'. That's F-I-T. I know I don't live up to my name's expectations. But that's not the point. The thing is if someone screw up my name once more, he or she ought to be sent back to nursery level. If you know how to spell S-E-X, you should know how to spell my name too.
Brainwash complete. Thank you for your participation. =)
Of course I don't mock at others for no reason. I do fall into this category actually, if you consider my full name that is. But the only time I'll turn my head to respond to a calling is only when someone call me 'Fitri'. Not 'Muhammad', not 'Bin', not 'Khamis'. They made up part of my name but 'Fitri' is the REAL ME.
Fitri is so hard to pronounce meh? I made up the word 'Fitree' for pronunciation purposes intially. But turn out to be, I like the name so much that I decided to make use of it. (See: fitree_figo06@hotmail.com)
Then came 'Fi3', courtesy of my ex-classmate whose name was written as '3na' for simplicity sake, I suppose. Cool, eh? All these while, I was at the butt of jokes. 'three feet tall' lah, 'having three feets' lah, being literally a 'fit tree' lah. Whatever else lah! Alas, 'Fi3' sounds... magnifico!
See? Easy to pronounce right? But.. but.. but.. my name evolved a few times ever since I was born, be it spoken or written.
I have got people calling me 'Victory' before, for whatever reasons they have.
I once ordered food from Pizza Hut and I swear the operator must be deaf. Either that or she is illeterate. That's why I can hear the sound of fingers jabbing the keyboard as I placed my orders- she needed a computer to aid her. Anyway when the bill came, I saw it being addressed to 'Mr Sitri'. I actually wanted to say to the despatch rider that he has got the wrong person, but after seeing my sister already tearing off the meat of the spicy drumlets in desperation, I went on to pay for the food.
That's not the point. The main thiing is, I had allowed myself to be regarded as 'Mr Sitri'. Duh...
And today! During Hari Raya, after my aunt and uncle had given out green packets to the young ones, I suddenly realised this..
One packet was for 'Pitri'.
And the other was for 'Pitry'.
WOW! Even my own family members doesn't know my real name! But I couldn't give back the packets for some you-know-what reasons, right? So I became 'Pitri' or 'Pitry' for the day. And that's certainly something I didn't wanna do for such a special occasion.
I know it's an eyesore seeing my name all over this post. What more mumbling it as you were reading this post. I bet my name has been ringing in your head for the past few minutes or so. But as kind as I am, I have to brainwash you once more.
If in doubt of what to call me or how to spell my name, just say or write 'FIT'. That's F-I-T. I know I don't live up to my name's expectations. But that's not the point. The thing is if someone screw up my name once more, he or she ought to be sent back to nursery level. If you know how to spell S-E-X, you should know how to spell my name too.
Brainwash complete. Thank you for your participation. =)