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Thursday, March 30, 2006
Upon hearing the bottom 3 of American Idol, I really wonder if the votes of the supposedly 40 million people in America do really count in the eliminating process of the contestants. Or are they just a source of revenue for the people behind the Idol competition?
The Americans surely are able to differentiate between 'good singing' and 'bad' ones right?
If that's so why the hell is this guy still able to smile his way happily for yet another week of Idol?
After so many seasons of Idol, have they gone 'deaf' or what here? Hah! I thought Singaporeans are the only ones who were dumb enough to keep contestants like Sylvester Sim right up to the Final round of Idol. It seems like the Americans have follow suit too, huh...
That is, provided that the votes were REALLY not rigged by the Idol management. But hey, no matter how a 'reality TV' programme works, they are still not as real as what you think it may be.
It all works the same way for any other 'audience-get-to-vote' contests. There's bound to be a loser in the competition, in AI's case, Bucky Covington. (He's the real loser for me, at least in me eyes.) AI will keep Bucky in the competition and eliminate other contestants, and THUS make Americans think that they actually haven't voted enough to keep their favourite contestants in the show! So much so that it makes Bucky look as if he's got loads of supporters rooting for him.
C'mon lah, in Sylvester, I finally realised that people are actually swayed to vote for poseurs and not even give a damn about the singing qualities. But I doubt it's the same over in the US. And for all the respect I have for Bucky, he's not suitable for Idol.
So people will keep on keying in EVEN MORE votes for the remaining contestants and that will only mean 'kerchiiing!' for the Idol management.
I just have hope for Idol. As much as they want (more)money, please let Singapore's edition be a lesson learnt. Don't eliminate contestants who obviously have better singing qualities and let losers get the centre stage. Bucky ought to be out NEXT WEEK!!!
As for Sylvester, look at this guy...
Chris Daughtry. Remember the name. At least he doesn't need to act cute and do those stupid poses in order to woo girls, in his case, voters. I wonder why and if girls actually fall for his cute demeanor.
Incidentally, I found this website for Sylvester Sim, obviously done by his lunatic fans.
And let me share with you their thoughts about their (fallen) idol. Presenting...
1. It's a relative thing. There's just more stuff about Sly than Taufik in the press to get totally engrossed with. (Really? Like how he learnt how to smile only on Idol and got to do and ad on a toothpaste just 'cause of it? Sheesh..)
2.He's got the vibe with the audience. That smile & that wink make all the girls' heart flutter. (Wait, wait... that is after you have excluded those girls who have vomitted out of it.)
3.He has the most unique voice quality & pelvic pattern. (Yikes! Now to a girl's heart is through the... pelvic pattern?)
4. He is cute.. apparently. (Whatever that makes you happy...)
5. He has a more defined image that people can pick up on. He even has a namesake - he's a rocker dude with a cartoon cat's name! And his diligence in working out his diction friction melts hearts. (I tot, I tot I saw a pussy(cat)! I did! I did! I did saw a pussy(cat)!)
6. He's got stage presence. He has this hand pointing thang that's his trademark. (Hand pointing thang=stage presence? You haven't seen Eminem and 50 Cent perform live, have you?)
7. He does a mean Steven Tyler. (Steven who?)
8. He can storm the Chinese music scene on a regional level. (I hope he can weather the storm too, pun totally intended.)
9. He's got the cool fringe. (That's why he rocks? OMG! Spare a thought for our NS men! They are protecting our country and I think that rocks even more!)
10. Last but not least, Taufik is the R&B man. Obviously, only Sly rocks! (I don't see anything that is obvious there, sadly...)
I just realised that I've been ranting about Sly. Sheesh... must be the hatred I've had for him from last year. And it would be foolish of you to think that that is a form of a grudge.
The Americans surely are able to differentiate between 'good singing' and 'bad' ones right?
If that's so why the hell is this guy still able to smile his way happily for yet another week of Idol?
After so many seasons of Idol, have they gone 'deaf' or what here? Hah! I thought Singaporeans are the only ones who were dumb enough to keep contestants like Sylvester Sim right up to the Final round of Idol. It seems like the Americans have follow suit too, huh...
That is, provided that the votes were REALLY not rigged by the Idol management. But hey, no matter how a 'reality TV' programme works, they are still not as real as what you think it may be.
It all works the same way for any other 'audience-get-to-vote' contests. There's bound to be a loser in the competition, in AI's case, Bucky Covington. (He's the real loser for me, at least in me eyes.) AI will keep Bucky in the competition and eliminate other contestants, and THUS make Americans think that they actually haven't voted enough to keep their favourite contestants in the show! So much so that it makes Bucky look as if he's got loads of supporters rooting for him.
C'mon lah, in Sylvester, I finally realised that people are actually swayed to vote for poseurs and not even give a damn about the singing qualities. But I doubt it's the same over in the US. And for all the respect I have for Bucky, he's not suitable for Idol.
So people will keep on keying in EVEN MORE votes for the remaining contestants and that will only mean 'kerchiiing!' for the Idol management.
I just have hope for Idol. As much as they want (more)money, please let Singapore's edition be a lesson learnt. Don't eliminate contestants who obviously have better singing qualities and let losers get the centre stage. Bucky ought to be out NEXT WEEK!!!
As for Sylvester, look at this guy...
Chris Daughtry. Remember the name. At least he doesn't need to act cute and do those stupid poses in order to woo girls, in his case, voters. I wonder why and if girls actually fall for his cute demeanor.
Incidentally, I found this website for Sylvester Sim, obviously done by his lunatic fans.
And let me share with you their thoughts about their (fallen) idol. Presenting...
10 reasons why Sly rocks
1. It's a relative thing. There's just more stuff about Sly than Taufik in the press to get totally engrossed with. (Really? Like how he learnt how to smile only on Idol and got to do and ad on a toothpaste just 'cause of it? Sheesh..)
2.He's got the vibe with the audience. That smile & that wink make all the girls' heart flutter. (Wait, wait... that is after you have excluded those girls who have vomitted out of it.)
3.He has the most unique voice quality & pelvic pattern. (Yikes! Now to a girl's heart is through the... pelvic pattern?)
4. He is cute.. apparently. (Whatever that makes you happy...)
5. He has a more defined image that people can pick up on. He even has a namesake - he's a rocker dude with a cartoon cat's name! And his diligence in working out his diction friction melts hearts. (I tot, I tot I saw a pussy(cat)! I did! I did! I did saw a pussy(cat)!)
6. He's got stage presence. He has this hand pointing thang that's his trademark. (Hand pointing thang=stage presence? You haven't seen Eminem and 50 Cent perform live, have you?)
7. He does a mean Steven Tyler. (Steven who?)
8. He can storm the Chinese music scene on a regional level. (I hope he can weather the storm too, pun totally intended.)
9. He's got the cool fringe. (That's why he rocks? OMG! Spare a thought for our NS men! They are protecting our country and I think that rocks even more!)
10. Last but not least, Taufik is the R&B man. Obviously, only Sly rocks! (I don't see anything that is obvious there, sadly...)
I just realised that I've been ranting about Sly. Sheesh... must be the hatred I've had for him from last year. And it would be foolish of you to think that that is a form of a grudge.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
The trip back to my secondary school today was an eye-opener for me, more for the wrong reasons rather than the right ones.
For the first time in my life, I experienced a secondary school life where all the levels - Sec 1s, 2s, 3s. 4s AND 5s - come together under one building. Too bad for I have already graduated by the time this became a reality.
Yes, I was from that era whereby the upper sec and lower sec people were seperated in two different buidlings, namely Campus 1 and Campus 2. It was only recently that we were brought under one roof in one humongous piece of construction. I don't know if it was good or not 'cause I thoroughly enjoyed myself during those days but now it seems that the whole idea of juniors and seniors together seems a total crap for me.
Frankly speaking, I expected games of 'catching' and some other stupid games being played when school is officially over but hey! I'm kinda taken aback here by their maturity level! I was also on the look-out for some mats who bring their own guitars down and ONLY knows how to strum a couple of chords with the rest of the 'music to their ears' coming from the shit blabbered from their mouth. But they were nowhere to be found!
I guess I'm being caught in a time warp, huh?
But anyway while the students are remaking themselves, it's the staff that has (de)valued themselves equivalent to the price of err...
But anyway, I was hanging around the basketball court with my other friends when this man came by and started off a conversation with us. Actually it's more unlike a conversation...
Man: What are you guys doing here?
Herwan: We're taking our 'O' level certs back today.
Man: Oh... if that is so, ca n you proceed to the General Office and ask the clerk for assistance?
Haikal: Yeah sure, okay.
Man: And the General Office's over there *points to the direction*. You can wait around that area.
Okay! Okay asshole! We get the point! Do we have cameras slung over our neck that made us look like a damn fucking tourist? We are ex-students of this very school, mind you! We know where the General Office is! And he kept staring at us that we had to move our butts off from the area and *altogether now* move to the General Office area...
What fucking nonsense is this? We can't have our 'own time, own target' kinda thing when we are visiting the school?
And I found out from my junior that he's the new OM for the school. HAH! What an asshole... How I miss the literally old OM, Mr Tan. Although he's stern-looking, armed with his seasoned cane wherever he goes, he's a perfect example of the term 'looks can be deceiving'. On top of being our OM, he's also our mentor and our friend whom we can crap our hearts out to.
The new OM? I got to know that he's been around for only a year or so. So he better learn where students usually hide their cigarette boxes around school first before making an attempt to shoot his mouth off especially to the alumni. Haha! I just feeeeel like abusing my authority as an alumni now. Wait... alumnis doesn't have ANY sort of authority. Oh well...
Mdm Yati said maybe next time when we come in with our sec school uniform, we will be spared from these kinda shit. Yeah right... why not we ask the new OM to put on the school uniform and we'll see what kind of treatment he will get from the students?
As quoted from Herwan, "The school system sucks lah now".
And you can quote me here, "Yes, I'd totally agree with you right now."
Hours earlier, we were walking around AMK central when the topic of mixed-blooded people became the main talking point.
Me: Why is it ah that mixed-blood people all very pretty and handsome?
Herwan: That's why ah, I also don't know why..
Me: I never see before a mixed blood that is ugly leh..
Herwan: I think all mixed blood sure good-looking one ah..
Me: Really ah? Wah, like that I also wanna be mixed blood ah..
Haikal: Eh, I mixed blood leh..
Me: Har? Really ah? Wah.. you are the first one for me, man..
To Wan and Ika,
the secrets we share,
the passion for soccer,
and more importantly,
the friendship and brotherhood
that, I hope to keep with me.
For the first time in my life, I experienced a secondary school life where all the levels - Sec 1s, 2s, 3s. 4s AND 5s - come together under one building. Too bad for I have already graduated by the time this became a reality.
Yes, I was from that era whereby the upper sec and lower sec people were seperated in two different buidlings, namely Campus 1 and Campus 2. It was only recently that we were brought under one roof in one humongous piece of construction. I don't know if it was good or not 'cause I thoroughly enjoyed myself during those days but now it seems that the whole idea of juniors and seniors together seems a total crap for me.
Frankly speaking, I expected games of 'catching' and some other stupid games being played when school is officially over but hey! I'm kinda taken aback here by their maturity level! I was also on the look-out for some mats who bring their own guitars down and ONLY knows how to strum a couple of chords with the rest of the 'music to their ears' coming from the shit blabbered from their mouth. But they were nowhere to be found!
I guess I'm being caught in a time warp, huh?
But anyway while the students are remaking themselves, it's the staff that has (de)valued themselves equivalent to the price of err...
But anyway, I was hanging around the basketball court with my other friends when this man came by and started off a conversation with us. Actually it's more unlike a conversation...
Man: What are you guys doing here?
Herwan: We're taking our 'O' level certs back today.
Man: Oh... if that is so, ca n you proceed to the General Office and ask the clerk for assistance?
Haikal: Yeah sure, okay.
Man: And the General Office's over there *points to the direction*. You can wait around that area.
Okay! Okay asshole! We get the point! Do we have cameras slung over our neck that made us look like a damn fucking tourist? We are ex-students of this very school, mind you! We know where the General Office is! And he kept staring at us that we had to move our butts off from the area and *altogether now* move to the General Office area...
What fucking nonsense is this? We can't have our 'own time, own target' kinda thing when we are visiting the school?
And I found out from my junior that he's the new OM for the school. HAH! What an asshole... How I miss the literally old OM, Mr Tan. Although he's stern-looking, armed with his seasoned cane wherever he goes, he's a perfect example of the term 'looks can be deceiving'. On top of being our OM, he's also our mentor and our friend whom we can crap our hearts out to.
The new OM? I got to know that he's been around for only a year or so. So he better learn where students usually hide their cigarette boxes around school first before making an attempt to shoot his mouth off especially to the alumni. Haha! I just feeeeel like abusing my authority as an alumni now. Wait... alumnis doesn't have ANY sort of authority. Oh well...
Mdm Yati said maybe next time when we come in with our sec school uniform, we will be spared from these kinda shit. Yeah right... why not we ask the new OM to put on the school uniform and we'll see what kind of treatment he will get from the students?
As quoted from Herwan, "The school system sucks lah now".
And you can quote me here, "Yes, I'd totally agree with you right now."
Hours earlier, we were walking around AMK central when the topic of mixed-blooded people became the main talking point.
Me: Why is it ah that mixed-blood people all very pretty and handsome?
Herwan: That's why ah, I also don't know why..
Me: I never see before a mixed blood that is ugly leh..
Herwan: I think all mixed blood sure good-looking one ah..
Me: Really ah? Wah, like that I also wanna be mixed blood ah..
Haikal: Eh, I mixed blood leh..
Me: Har? Really ah? Wah.. you are the first one for me, man..
To Wan and Ika,
the secrets we share,
the passion for soccer,
and more importantly,
the friendship and brotherhood
that, I hope to keep with me.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Damn those medicines that I got. For once, it seems that the pharmacist who tended to me doesn't seem to be lying. She advised me, "This medicine may cause drowsiness lah hor." And I took her words for granted for everytime, I don't visit the doctor that frequently anyway, the side effects of the medicines doesn't seem to work on me.
As soon as I popped in all the different types of medicine, I began to feel sleepy. NOT DROWSY! So much so that I slept through from 7pm to 9pm! And it caused me to miss this week's "So you think you can dance?" episode! ARGH! I felt cheated my the medicine...
Tablets for running nose, paracatemol, cough mixture and my favourite, the one for sore throat where you just suck. Yummy for something you call 'medicine'! But still, where's my cure for my phlegm doc? I just don't see the link between my sickness and the medicines that you prescribed me!
Flashback to last Saturday...
This is what we got John for his birthday.
It looks crude but it ain't what you think it is. It's actuallya dildo an ashtray for our dear friend who puffs his way to happiness. It can be used as a sex toy actually but it is certainly not advisable under the guidlines of the Ministry of Sex. Too big, and therefore... waaaaaay to scary to even be imagined how it can live up to its name of a 'sex toy'.
People nowadays are getting more creative by the day. And I'm impressed, really. 'cause I have a secret fetish for these kinda funky stuffs. Haha, alright that sounds off but still, my point is that I have a preference for those out-of-the-box stuffs. They are like a form of art which is still practical for general usages. Drop down to the shop by the name of 'Molecule' and you'll get what I mean here. And hell yeah, they rock!
I just realised that we didn't sing him a "Happy Birthday" song. Never mind. A picture, as they say, says a thousand words. I hope a few of those words read, "Happy Birthday, John".
p.s. we currently have 2 squad members who forced themselves to be camera-shy and hide themselves behind the bench. Apparently, they seem to have committed some kind of offence and thus would not like to be photographed.
and this is not our full-strength squad yet! Beware! You have been warned!
As soon as I popped in all the different types of medicine, I began to feel sleepy. NOT DROWSY! So much so that I slept through from 7pm to 9pm! And it caused me to miss this week's "So you think you can dance?" episode! ARGH! I felt cheated my the medicine...
Tablets for running nose, paracatemol, cough mixture and my favourite, the one for sore throat where you just suck. Yummy for something you call 'medicine'! But still, where's my cure for my phlegm doc? I just don't see the link between my sickness and the medicines that you prescribed me!
Flashback to last Saturday...
This is what we got John for his birthday.
It looks crude but it ain't what you think it is. It's actually
People nowadays are getting more creative by the day. And I'm impressed, really. 'cause I have a secret fetish for these kinda funky stuffs. Haha, alright that sounds off but still, my point is that I have a preference for those out-of-the-box stuffs. They are like a form of art which is still practical for general usages. Drop down to the shop by the name of 'Molecule' and you'll get what I mean here. And hell yeah, they rock!
I just realised that we didn't sing him a "Happy Birthday" song. Never mind. A picture, as they say, says a thousand words. I hope a few of those words read, "Happy Birthday, John".
p.s. we currently have 2 squad members who forced themselves to be camera-shy and hide themselves behind the bench. Apparently, they seem to have committed some kind of offence and thus would not like to be photographed.
and this is not our full-strength squad yet! Beware! You have been warned!
Saturday, March 25, 2006
It's so sucky to be sick, no matter how serious it is. And that makes me wonder why some people would still go on and say, "Wahh, I'd rather be sick. At least I can stay at home and slack..." Do you know how much of your everyday doings are affected? Urgh, I shall not go into much of the boring details here.
I had flu recently and decided not to go to the doctor, knowing that it was just a slight one. But the smart-ass me had just become a tad dumber. Now I have phlegm and am constantly coughing out as if I got some lung disease or something. Shucks man! The feeling totally suck man!
ANYWAY... I met Miss Claire over at Junction 8 in the noon just now as I was about to make my way home. AND she told me that she WON'T be teaching any Year 2 classes in the coming semester, in the module 'Feature Writing', I think. Well good news or bad news, it's entirely up to individuals here I suppose.
She also passed 2 good news to me, which is more of personal basis. I didn't know my afternoon could be brighten up just like that, in a snap of the fingers. I met her, she told me the news and there I was, smiling broadly as I made my way home. Luckily for me, I didn't qualify as a suspicious character around Bishan MRT. Else, things might just turn a bit nasty then...
As soon as I reached home, Iteared openunwrapped my LIME magazine bag and flipped through it. Guess what I saw? A page on SP students! Okayy, it wasn't that BIG that an article occupied a page of the magazine but more to those kinda section where students from the school modelled and gave comments on their fashion likings.
Joanne, mysenioritasenior made her way into making herself known islandwide as she was one of the 5 chosen to be modelled. But there's this other DMC girl by the name of Yusrina whom I clearly don't recognize who she is. I must admit that I'm not those active types who go around mixing with other people nor am I close to my seniors. But Yusrina? Got mehh...?
By the way, the columnist goes by the name of 'Cheryl Tan' of SP. If my wavelength is not tweaked wrongly, I think the Cheryl IS the Cheryl that I'm thinking of. Haha! What shit am I blabbering here. That goes to show the evidence of my sick mind. The pure meaing of 'sick' that is...
I gave you chances,
I dropped you hints,
I spend time with you,
albeit it not being the best of all kinds.
But still...
I guess perhaps I've waited far too long.
It could have been longer,
but I don't wanna drag it on
for I started it off early.
Maybe I wasn't true enough,
not direct enough,
not clear enough.
Or perhaps,
just not strong enough to perservere a little longer.
Now I see,
the writing's on the wall,
at least for me.
Never mind if it's of my own.
Never mind...
'cause it doesn't really matter whose it is anyway.
I had flu recently and decided not to go to the doctor, knowing that it was just a slight one. But the smart-ass me had just become a tad dumber. Now I have phlegm and am constantly coughing out as if I got some lung disease or something. Shucks man! The feeling totally suck man!
ANYWAY... I met Miss Claire over at Junction 8 in the noon just now as I was about to make my way home. AND she told me that she WON'T be teaching any Year 2 classes in the coming semester, in the module 'Feature Writing', I think. Well good news or bad news, it's entirely up to individuals here I suppose.
She also passed 2 good news to me, which is more of personal basis. I didn't know my afternoon could be brighten up just like that, in a snap of the fingers. I met her, she told me the news and there I was, smiling broadly as I made my way home. Luckily for me, I didn't qualify as a suspicious character around Bishan MRT. Else, things might just turn a bit nasty then...
As soon as I reached home, I
Joanne, my
By the way, the columnist goes by the name of 'Cheryl Tan' of SP. If my wavelength is not tweaked wrongly, I think the Cheryl IS the Cheryl that I'm thinking of. Haha! What shit am I blabbering here. That goes to show the evidence of my sick mind. The pure meaing of 'sick' that is...
I gave you chances,
I dropped you hints,
I spend time with you,
albeit it not being the best of all kinds.
But still...
I guess perhaps I've waited far too long.
It could have been longer,
but I don't wanna drag it on
for I started it off early.
Maybe I wasn't true enough,
not direct enough,
not clear enough.
Or perhaps,
just not strong enough to perservere a little longer.
Now I see,
the writing's on the wall,
at least for me.
Never mind if it's of my own.
Never mind...
'cause it doesn't really matter whose it is anyway.
Friday, March 24, 2006
My legs are aching from the long shopping trip with my boyfriends! What's more surprising is, I didn't even experience this during my expediton! That goes to show how much distance we covered in a short time.
If I'm not wrong, from Marina Square to Bugis and finally Orchard, we only sat down and rest at LJS over at Cineleisure to have our dinner. Damn that Herwan. He had (insert amount here) to spend and brought us all over to search high and low for stuffs that can satisfy his desire. I called him the 'Orang Kaya Baru', and it's not the bread spread that I'm referring to here for my non-Malay friends. It's loosely translated as 'The New Rich Guy'.
He supposedly had cash to splash to buy his 'uniform' before school officially starts for him and you should really see him set off! From the oh-so-cheap $10 shirt over at Bugis Street to the classy PUMA shirt, he still had hopes of landing his hands on a Billabong shirt at Flash & Splash at the end of the day. Eventually, he didn't buy what he's supposed to buy but hey! YOU STILL GOT (insert amount here) TO SPARE FOR NEXT WEEK!
Frankly speaking, he's making me envious. I spend peanuts compared to him. No wait, peanuts now costs a lot after the NKF saga. So I shouldn't make that comparison. But you get my point. Here's how I 'dissected' my $50 note into different parts:
AND LAASTLY $5 for a present for our very own Xabi Alonso-esque, John Tan, which I shared together with Herwan, Haikal and Mike. We got him something of a unique shape which yet fulfils the criteria of being useful. I hope it's of use to him... for the right reasons. You'll know why tomorrow, if I make the effort to blog about it. =D
If I'm not wrong, from Marina Square to Bugis and finally Orchard, we only sat down and rest at LJS over at Cineleisure to have our dinner. Damn that Herwan. He had (insert amount here) to spend and brought us all over to search high and low for stuffs that can satisfy his desire. I called him the 'Orang Kaya Baru', and it's not the bread spread that I'm referring to here for my non-Malay friends. It's loosely translated as 'The New Rich Guy'.
He supposedly had cash to splash to buy his 'uniform' before school officially starts for him and you should really see him set off! From the oh-so-cheap $10 shirt over at Bugis Street to the classy PUMA shirt, he still had hopes of landing his hands on a Billabong shirt at Flash & Splash at the end of the day. Eventually, he didn't buy what he's supposed to buy but hey! YOU STILL GOT (insert amount here) TO SPARE FOR NEXT WEEK!
Frankly speaking, he's making me envious. I spend peanuts compared to him. No wait, peanuts now costs a lot after the NKF saga. So I shouldn't make that comparison. But you get my point. Here's how I 'dissected' my $50 note into different parts:
- I forked out $12 for a TOPSHOP shirt that I bought together with Haikal, instead of it being at the original price of $16. And he bought the exact same shirt that I bought before! One day, we shall go out together and wear the same piece. Then we shall see how near, or rather how far, we will stand from each other. Hah!
- $10 went into the pockets of one of the many 'Ah Lians' manning a stall at Bugis Street for a shirt. They sure are proving many wrong that 'Ah Lians' cannot be entrepreneurs.
- $20 was exchanged for a pair of faded jeans at the same location. The auntie gave me that buey song look when I paid. Why she not happy that I got it at a damn low price is it?
- $10 flew to the friendly man in the Rastafari shop, over at Marina Square, for 3 pieces of bangles. I just wanna buy their $10 collection but it's over my budget already. Maybe next time...
AND LAASTLY $5 for a present for our very own Xabi Alonso-esque, John Tan, which I shared together with Herwan, Haikal and Mike. We got him something of a unique shape which yet fulfils the criteria of being useful. I hope it's of use to him... for the right reasons. You'll know why tomorrow, if I make the effort to blog about it. =D
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
I was bored so I blog-hop.
I was alert so I spotted something that Mr Miyagi and Mr Brown had in common, other than their male genitals of course.
I was interested in what they had done so I jump on the bandwagon.
I went to this website which matches your face with celebrities;I was hoping I looked like Chad Michael Murray.
But still, I was happy with the results.
According to the 'people behind the scenes' who painstakingly try to match my hideous face with celebrities-they must have spent hours doing so, I look like Ilhan Mansiz.
At least 64% of my face does. I don't know what happened to the other 36% though. Could he be my long-lost brother? How come he's in Turkey?!?!
He may be Turkish but he ain't no kebab-seller at Banquet, mind you. He's the main striker for his own nation. And that is REALLY something. I can't even represent school for any competitions, what more see my face in Singapore's contigent at the Commonwealth Games.
I also looked like Adrien Brody. Adrien who? Yes, the one who acted in 'The Pianist'. I must be honoured. But he must be disgusted. But yet again, it's only 48% similar. And yes, I heard that heavy sigh of relief, Mr Brody.
Lastly, me as a Pavel Nedved-look alike. HAHA! How I wish I got his beautiful, long locks! And of course his soccer skills!
I don't like the website; must find a better one. They didn't see any similarities between me and Chad Michael Murray. Cannot, cannot... not good.
I was alert so I spotted something that Mr Miyagi and Mr Brown had in common, other than their male genitals of course.
I was interested in what they had done so I jump on the bandwagon.
I went to this website which matches your face with celebrities;
But still, I was happy with the results.
According to the 'people behind the scenes' who painstakingly try to match my hideous face with celebrities-they must have spent hours doing so, I look like Ilhan Mansiz.
At least 64% of my face does. I don't know what happened to the other 36% though. Could he be my long-lost brother? How come he's in Turkey?!?!
He may be Turkish but he ain't no kebab-seller at Banquet, mind you. He's the main striker for his own nation. And that is REALLY something. I can't even represent school for any competitions, what more see my face in Singapore's contigent at the Commonwealth Games.
I also looked like Adrien Brody. Adrien who? Yes, the one who acted in 'The Pianist'. I must be honoured. But he must be disgusted. But yet again, it's only 48% similar. And yes, I heard that heavy sigh of relief, Mr Brody.
Lastly, me as a Pavel Nedved-look alike. HAHA! How I wish I got his beautiful, long locks! And of course his soccer skills!
I don't like the website; must find a better one. They didn't see any similarities between me and Chad Michael Murray. Cannot, cannot... not good.
Friday, March 17, 2006
I can't belive it that I watch "Dream Chasers" twice; once at its original timeslot of 8.30 pm and the other at 12.30 am. The latter was a repeat telecast actually and I caught it BY CHANCE! That was like after I finished packing my bag and bathed close to midnight already...
It's a very nice drama, whose casts are made up of the Superstar finalists including SILVER ANG! I have a long-term crush on that dimpled-face girl! Shuusshh...
But I have to say that Wei Lian, the blind guy, played his character pretty well! He really should deserve some credit for all the hardships he went through in the entertainment business and yet come out tops from it. And Kelly Poon is quite a good actress eh! Pretty natural for her to be in front of the cam!
But sadly the show's only half and hour long! WHY!?!?!? Now I must wait patiently for next week to know a whole lot more to the plot of the drama. Urgh...
I just saw the end product of my 45L bagpack, supplied by my dear friend Edwin Ng. With all due respect to my little friend, I actually wonder if the bag is bigger than him. I mean, it's huge man!!! Which also means that it's damn freaking heavy! Imagine having to shoulder a almost-8Kg-bag throughout. Waahh, the thought of it sucks man!
I'm going for an 'expedition' trip from Changi to Pasir Ris to East Coast Park over the next 4 days after which I'll be on for my class chalet over at Pasir Ris. My friend said that the 'expedition' can actually be covered in one day, which I agree totally lahh!!! I thought it's from Tampines to Boon Lay or what, at least got kick and motivation. Heh..
But all's been set from paper to plan, so I guess I shall not play the role of a wet blanket lahh. Just going with the flow and enjoy myself throughout...
Coming back only on next Wednesday, it means I have to miss my soccer routine this weekend. Shucks! I'm not able to add on to my goal tally! And that only brings good news to my 'rivals' who will be having shots on goal like crazy to topple me over from the 'All-time leading goalscorers' board. Hahaha! I hope the opposition's 'keeper is on form or they leave their shooting boots back at home. =D
After 'Date Movie', I'm gonna catch 'Scary Movie 4'. What on Earth is happening to me? One lame movie after another... I don't wanna join my fellow lame friends in their 'Lick of Extraordinary Gentle-men'.
It's a very nice drama, whose casts are made up of the Superstar finalists including SILVER ANG! I have a long-term crush on that dimpled-face girl! Shuusshh...
But I have to say that Wei Lian, the blind guy, played his character pretty well! He really should deserve some credit for all the hardships he went through in the entertainment business and yet come out tops from it. And Kelly Poon is quite a good actress eh! Pretty natural for her to be in front of the cam!
But sadly the show's only half and hour long! WHY!?!?!? Now I must wait patiently for next week to know a whole lot more to the plot of the drama. Urgh...
I just saw the end product of my 45L bagpack, supplied by my dear friend Edwin Ng. With all due respect to my little friend, I actually wonder if the bag is bigger than him. I mean, it's huge man!!! Which also means that it's damn freaking heavy! Imagine having to shoulder a almost-8Kg-bag throughout. Waahh, the thought of it sucks man!
I'm going for an 'expedition' trip from Changi to Pasir Ris to East Coast Park over the next 4 days after which I'll be on for my class chalet over at Pasir Ris. My friend said that the 'expedition' can actually be covered in one day, which I agree totally lahh!!! I thought it's from Tampines to Boon Lay or what, at least got kick and motivation. Heh..
But all's been set from paper to plan, so I guess I shall not play the role of a wet blanket lahh. Just going with the flow and enjoy myself throughout...
Coming back only on next Wednesday, it means I have to miss my soccer routine this weekend. Shucks! I'm not able to add on to my goal tally! And that only brings good news to my 'rivals' who will be having shots on goal like crazy to topple me over from the 'All-time leading goalscorers' board. Hahaha! I hope the opposition's 'keeper is on form or they leave their shooting boots back at home. =D
After 'Date Movie', I'm gonna catch 'Scary Movie 4'. What on Earth is happening to me? One lame movie after another... I don't wanna join my fellow lame friends in their 'Lick of Extraordinary Gentle-men'.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
I swear that if you wanna be a pole dancer, the best place to train is, the train. No pun intended there. And I AM talking about our very own clean and efficient MRT trains here! No need to waste money and go Batam or enroll in some stupid dance crash courses.
'cause almost everytime when I take the trains, without fail, I'd see children swinging 'round and 'round the poles. and although I have limited knowledge on how pole dancers REALLY are, I must say that the children must have done a better job than the pros!
You see there was this once when I was inside the train and... I saw this small, cute, little girl putting her legs in between the poles and sliding down gracefully before standing up to swing a few rounds around the pole.
Of course I was brought back down to Earth when she suddenly screamed "MUMMMMMYYY!!!" at the end of her few seconds of fame.
But of course with all due respect to pole dancers, children need not actually aspire to be like them. My point here is that, the children were having so much fun playing with the poles! The sweet and sincere smile on their face, bringing heart-felt smiles to weary passengers indirectly. I mean isn't that what entertainment suppose to be? From the bottom of your heart?
So I really wonder why pole dancers have to act sexy and bitchy when they do their routine. (Okay, I admit here that I HAVE SEEN them but only on the TV screens, which is futher filtered by Mediacorp so as to prevent further soiling of the MRT poles.)
Is it because the expectations are high and people are paying to watch you?
You know what, I'm beginning to realise now that some things... are just priceless.
'cause almost everytime when I take the trains, without fail, I'd see children swinging 'round and 'round the poles. and although I have limited knowledge on how pole dancers REALLY are, I must say that the children must have done a better job than the pros!
You see there was this once when I was inside the train and... I saw this small, cute, little girl putting her legs in between the poles and sliding down gracefully before standing up to swing a few rounds around the pole.
Of course I was brought back down to Earth when she suddenly screamed "MUMMMMMYYY!!!" at the end of her few seconds of fame.
But of course with all due respect to pole dancers, children need not actually aspire to be like them. My point here is that, the children were having so much fun playing with the poles! The sweet and sincere smile on their face, bringing heart-felt smiles to weary passengers indirectly. I mean isn't that what entertainment suppose to be? From the bottom of your heart?
So I really wonder why pole dancers have to act sexy and bitchy when they do their routine. (Okay, I admit here that I HAVE SEEN them but only on the TV screens, which is futher filtered by Mediacorp so as to prevent further soiling of the MRT poles.)
Is it because the expectations are high and people are paying to watch you?
You know what, I'm beginning to realise now that some things... are just priceless.
Monday, March 13, 2006
You know what's worse than being down and out. Or like what my friend calls it - sappy?
That is to be down and out and sappy INDIRECTLY rather than be affected DIRECTLY.
Look, I wanted to lead a normal life here. Okay, I'm trying to do so. But what happens when only one hand wants to clap and the other refuses to do so? You'll just be beating the air, right? In other sense, it's a useless and pointless piece of action.
But what can you do to change things? Only the other hand is able to control itself and change the situation. Only the other hand can move itself to cooperate with the already-taking-the-initiative-hand so that both of them can meet and make a *clap*. Now that's a piece of action that has a meaning, purpose and goal.
Something that I don't feel it's a waste of time. But now it seems that for all my efforts, I'd be often overpowered by the fact that there seem to be a distinct lack of cooperation.
Look, I wanna carry on in my life. I have lotsa things playing around in my mind, so don't make things worse by making the situation deteriorate further. By wanting things to go only your way. What about mine?
Have you ever thought about that... have you really ever even considered me in your equation to your supposedly model answer to this intricate problem? Hah, what the hell...
What is love,
When it is bounded by time,
tied down by commitments,
pre-determined by your social influence
hindered by your aspirations
and above all,
pre-destined by God?
What is love?
A question so easy on the surface,
Yet a delicate matter of the heart.
A thin line spreads across
Distinguishing between the sincerity
Or not.
Even so one will ask eventually,
What is love?
Let me sidetrack a little bit about friendship here. I guess at some stage of our lives, there will be some mother fucking friends that we have to have. Be it we want it or we are forced to have them, perhaps that's one thing that we can't have control over.
The funny thing about these kinda friends are they may not be one who smokes, change boyfriends/ girlfriends every now and then or drinks his way to the club. Because choosing friends are like choosing partners for your life. The looks doesn't matter, it's the heart. The personality. The attitude. The respect.
Unfortunately sometimes, we can't choose our friends. WE HAVE TO ACCEPT THOSE MOTHER FUCKER FRIENDS. But for me that's it, accept them as they are.
What ever for be loyal to them, 'cause you know they'd backstab you at any time.
What for share problems with them, 'cause they'll be the root of all our problems eventually?
Why share the happiness, joy and sorrow with them when you know that they won't be true to you?
Why seek help or shelter from them, when they themselves are cowards?
Hah! Perhaps I should look at the positives. Mother fucker friends are like demons to this rather angelic Earth. They are here to add spice to our lives, if not in a way that it actually disrupts our lives greatly. Furthermore, read this scoreboard of my own:
OMG! Real friends are owning Mother fucker friends! That sign is 'infinity', by the way.
I wonder if my Mother fucker friends have friends. Then they can be the Mother fucker, motherfucking friends. Go to Hell, my Mother fucker friends!
p.s. My Mother Fucker friends here doesn't refer to all in general, just a handful. It's good that they stay as a handful. In that way, I can crush them with only one hand. Fuck my Mother Fucker friends off!
That is to be down and out and sappy INDIRECTLY rather than be affected DIRECTLY.
Look, I wanted to lead a normal life here. Okay, I'm trying to do so. But what happens when only one hand wants to clap and the other refuses to do so? You'll just be beating the air, right? In other sense, it's a useless and pointless piece of action.
But what can you do to change things? Only the other hand is able to control itself and change the situation. Only the other hand can move itself to cooperate with the already-taking-the-initiative-hand so that both of them can meet and make a *clap*. Now that's a piece of action that has a meaning, purpose and goal.
THAT'S WHAT I WANNA ACHIEVE.
Something that I don't feel it's a waste of time. But now it seems that for all my efforts, I'd be often overpowered by the fact that there seem to be a distinct lack of cooperation.
Look, I wanna carry on in my life. I have lotsa things playing around in my mind, so don't make things worse by making the situation deteriorate further. By wanting things to go only your way. What about mine?
WHAT ABOUT MY FUCKING RIGHT TO HAVE MY OWN FUCKING DECISION FOR MYSELF, FOR MY OWN FUCKING LIFE?
Have you ever thought about that... have you really ever even considered me in your equation to your supposedly model answer to this intricate problem? Hah, what the hell...
What is love,
When it is bounded by time,
tied down by commitments,
pre-determined by your social influence
hindered by your aspirations
and above all,
pre-destined by God?
What is love?
A question so easy on the surface,
Yet a delicate matter of the heart.
A thin line spreads across
Distinguishing between the sincerity
Or not.
Even so one will ask eventually,
What is love?
Let me sidetrack a little bit about friendship here. I guess at some stage of our lives, there will be some mother fucking friends that we have to have. Be it we want it or we are forced to have them, perhaps that's one thing that we can't have control over.
The funny thing about these kinda friends are they may not be one who smokes, change boyfriends/ girlfriends every now and then or drinks his way to the club. Because choosing friends are like choosing partners for your life. The looks doesn't matter, it's the heart. The personality. The attitude. The respect.
Unfortunately sometimes, we can't choose our friends. WE HAVE TO ACCEPT THOSE MOTHER FUCKER FRIENDS. But for me that's it, accept them as they are.
What ever for be loyal to them, 'cause you know they'd backstab you at any time.
What for share problems with them, 'cause they'll be the root of all our problems eventually?
Why share the happiness, joy and sorrow with them when you know that they won't be true to you?
Why seek help or shelter from them, when they themselves are cowards?
Hah! Perhaps I should look at the positives. Mother fucker friends are like demons to this rather angelic Earth. They are here to add spice to our lives, if not in a way that it actually disrupts our lives greatly. Furthermore, read this scoreboard of my own:
MOTHER FUCKER FRIENDS 1 : ~ REAL FRIENDS
OMG! Real friends are owning Mother fucker friends! That sign is 'infinity', by the way.
I wonder if my Mother fucker friends have friends. Then they can be the Mother fucker, motherfucking friends. Go to Hell, my Mother fucker friends!
p.s. My Mother Fucker friends here doesn't refer to all in general, just a handful. It's good that they stay as a handful. In that way, I can crush them with only one hand. Fuck my Mother Fucker friends off!
Saturday, March 11, 2006
I was surfing the net when my friend suddenly messaged me through the MSN Messnger:
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
i've haven shown u my true prowess
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
i'm cleopatra 1000 centuries ago
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
the blood in her runs in me
i'm just a normal guy, in this extraordinary world [fitree.blogspot.com] says:
huh?
i'm just a normal guy, in this extraordinary world [fitree.blogspot.com] says:
wat tok you?
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
darn
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
wrong window
i'm just a normal guy, in this extraordinary world [fitree.blogspot.com] says:
aiyoh!!!!
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
sorry sorry
With friends like this, my life is never lifeless. =)
I wonder who she's talking to, really...
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
i've haven shown u my true prowess
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
i'm cleopatra 1000 centuries ago
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
the blood in her runs in me
i'm just a normal guy, in this extraordinary world [fitree.blogspot.com] says:
huh?
i'm just a normal guy, in this extraordinary world [fitree.blogspot.com] says:
wat tok you?
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
darn
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
wrong window
i'm just a normal guy, in this extraordinary world [fitree.blogspot.com] says:
aiyoh!!!!
*wan tong i can see the faded signs leading to the same destination. says:
sorry sorry
With friends like this, my life is never lifeless. =)
I wonder who she's talking to, really...
Thursday, March 09, 2006
"Screeeeecchhh!!! BAM!"
That made me turn my head back, only to see a flying body thumped hard onto the ground.
Instinct then told to dash foward towards the victim, just in time for the driver to realise that he's not gonna be involved in another hit-and-run case.
He was so panicky that he started to defend himself that he's innocent.
"She just dashed across the road! I didn't even see her!" the driver's mouth, matching the thumping of his heart.
I couldn't believe what I saw initially. There, on the road, lay the victim whose hand was shaking in fear, pain or whatever she felt then. Slowly, I noticed blood flowing down from her head.
THICK RED BLOOD.
Fot the first time ever, I saw so much blood. The most I ever witnessed is when I burst my pimple on my face, I think.
To think that I saw the worst of blood flowing was during the time when I was filming for my 2-minute short film. It wasn't until today that I can prove that I was wrong all along.
"Call the ambulance, sir" I was calm, I don't know why.
I was surprised I didn't panic, be it the sight of blood or the fact that I am standing there in the thick of an accident that might be fatal. Head injuries are the last you wanna encounter throughout your life for the obvious reasons.
I didn't know what to do; I stood by the roadside to join my other two friends. We ain't no first aiders, so we don't know what to do! Console her? What the fuck? She's in deep and agonising pain that I can't possibly describe!
And that driver is like busy on his handphone all the while! Calling who? The police? The ambulance? His insurance company? How the hell should I know?!?! Motorists and passengers kept looking down their vehicles to see the unfortunate scene, slowing down along the way.
WOULD THEY JUST MOVE ALONG AND FUCK OFF?!?! THEY'RE SLOWING DOWN THE TRAFFIC AND WORSE, CAN CAUSE THE NEXT ACCIDENT! DO THEY EVEN KNOW THAT?!?!
Luckily, there were some passers-by and drivers who stopped to help. One diverted the traffic, others help in stopping the blood flow from the victim's head. THANK GOD! My friends and I were competely stunned and were left clueless on what to do!
That serves as the first wake up call for me - despite always claiming that we're old enough, we just aren't mature enough at times. And it is clearly shown just now.
To make things worse, that fucking ambulance took nearly half and hour to arrive at the scene before a lonely police bike wheeled down 5 minutes later. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! The victim could have died due to excessive blood loss. The heavy traffic? That's a weak excuse to use, Mr Medics.
Initially, we wanted to leave the scene. But that will only make us feel worse and guilty. So we stayed on, till the Traffic Policeman asked us for details as witnesses.
This is what my heart says:
How we wish we could have helped but we jsut didn't see the whole accident happening, sir. But one thing I'll never admit to you, sir, is that my friends and I were dashing across the busy road just before she got hit by the car.
The crack your windshield, Mr Driver? It may have been caused by one of us, three friends.
This is my second time coming in close to a road accident. The first time was back during my primary school days when my friends and I were crossing the road to make our way to Yio Chu Kang swimming complex. My good friend then, Shafiee, got knocked down by a speeding car when he was crossing the road.
He suffered spinal injuries and is having difficulties doing rough activities right now.
And he was behind me. It could have been me. Today, I crossed the road first before the unfortunate lady crossed it. Again, it could have been me.
My second wake up call - NEVER EVER JAYWALK. EVER. Especially on a busy road, like the one in front of Esplanade where the accident occured.
OMG. I can't believe such a thing had happened. The Malay saying that goes "Malang tidak berbau" is true after all. Loosely translated, accidents will come without warning.
All I can do now is to pray that the lady can recover from her injuries and that she will learn her lesson, like what my friends and I did, in the future.
I learnt my lesson the hard way, despite it not being as bad as the vicitm.
As for you guys out there, don't wait for something bad to happen before you realise it. I've shared my real experience, take it from there and apply it to your life.
God, I thank you for your protection. I believe everything happen for a reason. Now that you've woken me up from my land of dreams, I guess it's all up to me to find the reason for me to carry on living.
I escaped twice. I doubt I'll be third time lucky. God has given me another chance. Now I have to grab that chance with my arms wide open.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
For all the sweet stuff, we have the sour to balance things up.
For all the angels, we have the demons to spoil our fun.
For all the peace and democracy, we have the fucking terrorism issue that we have tackle.
For all the Mats and Minahs... luckily not everyone is like them.
For all the angels, we have the demons to spoil our fun.
For all the peace and democracy, we have the fucking terrorism issue that we have tackle.
For all the Mats and Minahs... luckily not everyone is like them.
But for so long, there seem to be no answer to the likes of Paris Hilton, Hillary Duff, Britney Spears and if you'd agree with me, the infamous Dawn Yeo.
What do they have in common? A lot. You come out with a whole list and most probably my list is the same as yours. But thankfully, we have a saviour. Alas!
I applaude her guts to shoot the stars where it hurts them most. I've had enough of superficial girls; Minahs go find your Mats somewhere else. No doubt outer beauty attracts the eye but inner beauty keeps the tough going when the going gets tough.
Why am I blabbering all this shit? WHY? WHY? WHY? Am I frustrated or what? Or am I just dead bored? Shucks!
Why is it that people always stare at me everytime I walk past them? Just why...
Monday, March 06, 2006
An excerpt from Channelnewsasia.com: ' No more NS deferment for pre-enlistees to pursue university studies'
"Mindef is going back to the basics in its policy of allowing deferments from National Service for school leavers.
Starting December last year, no more deferments are allowed for those who want to pursue a university degree, be it local or overseas."
Wah lau... I thought I can escape Tekong till I'm 'man' enough. But it seems to me now that I have to face those big, fat commando mosquitoes faster than I can get a degree on how to deal with them effectively.
Not fair lehh MINDEF!!! You just gave me 1 more reason NOT to vote for the PAP! Thank you ah!
Wait, wait.. still got some more news...
"Besides ensuring a fighting-fit army, Mindef has also kept the SAF up-to-date with the latest technology like the pocket-sized portable, remote-controlled surveillance ball - which is equipped with cameras, microphones, sensors - and other equipment."
Chey, I thought they are gonna make the weights lighter or abolish the infamous 'drop 20' punishment. Sheesh...
I got a surprise today when I turn on my mp3 player, albeit an unpleasant one. I didn't know CREATIVE's headphones can be muted on one side, without the owner's permission! Though it may seem a cool function, but I want my sound back on both my ears! Aaahhh!!!
Through all these years,
you've achieved so many things,
sacrificed so much,
toiled so hard,
but yet,
on your special day,
all that I can give you,
is a simple wish,
a wish that goes,
Happy Birthday Mum.
"Mindef is going back to the basics in its policy of allowing deferments from National Service for school leavers.
Starting December last year, no more deferments are allowed for those who want to pursue a university degree, be it local or overseas."
Wah lau... I thought I can escape Tekong till I'm 'man' enough. But it seems to me now that I have to face those big, fat commando mosquitoes faster than I can get a degree on how to deal with them effectively.
Not fair lehh MINDEF!!! You just gave me 1 more reason NOT to vote for the PAP! Thank you ah!
Wait, wait.. still got some more news...
"Besides ensuring a fighting-fit army, Mindef has also kept the SAF up-to-date with the latest technology like the pocket-sized portable, remote-controlled surveillance ball - which is equipped with cameras, microphones, sensors - and other equipment."
Chey, I thought they are gonna make the weights lighter or abolish the infamous 'drop 20' punishment. Sheesh...
I just can't imagine LKY's face there
I got a surprise today when I turn on my mp3 player, albeit an unpleasant one. I didn't know CREATIVE's headphones can be muted on one side, without the owner's permission! Though it may seem a cool function, but I want my sound back on both my ears! Aaahhh!!!
Through all these years,
you've achieved so many things,
sacrificed so much,
toiled so hard,
but yet,
on your special day,
all that I can give you,
is a simple wish,
a wish that goes,
Happy Birthday Mum.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
The weather's so freaking hot yesterday! And I can't believe that I played soccer under that scorching sun! Gosh, this has to be better than sun tanning at the beach. At least you don't need to laze around!
But I became a camel today, in conjunction with the hot desert-like weather.
And I didn't pee so much when I reached the urinal. So that goes to show how much my body lacks of fluid, only for today! Has the Earth's geomatrical settings been tweaked or what today?
Juan bought a Fossil watch, which costs him a hew hundred bucks and he's gonna splash another few hundred bucks on a PSP next week! He's not those spoilt-brat, filthy rich kinda person but he gets to get hold of such expensive items! I'm so freaking jealous!
I'll turn 18 on 1st June of this year. ;D
I only met you once
And it took a long time for me to decide
Now that my my heart's already set
I've been put into doubt once more
Is the lucky guy me?
Or is it someone else?
I'm in murky waters now
I just want a clarification
If yes, I'd share the joy
If not, I'd just continue with life
I guess...
But I became a camel today, in conjunction with the hot desert-like weather.
- I already have a bottle of glucose in my water bottle plus sips of water I had from mineral water bottles lying/ passed around.
- I drank a big cup of Zappel at a food court in Bishan.
- I bought a bottle of 'Peach Tea' at 7-11 over at Somerset.
- I got a cup of teh tarik from Taka's food haven, at the basement there, a few hours later...
- ... only to reach for a cup of lime juice at Old Chang Kee less than an hour after finishing my teh tarik.
- And I only got to stop my water parade after I had a cup of Coke from a meal at LJS (Heh, thanks for the treat, Juan.)
And I didn't pee so much when I reached the urinal. So that goes to show how much my body lacks of fluid, only for today! Has the Earth's geomatrical settings been tweaked or what today?
Juan bought a Fossil watch, which costs him a hew hundred bucks and he's gonna splash another few hundred bucks on a PSP next week! He's not those spoilt-brat, filthy rich kinda person but he gets to get hold of such expensive items! I'm so freaking jealous!
I want a Fossil watch too!!!
I'll turn 18 on 1st June of this year. ;D
I only met you once
And it took a long time for me to decide
Now that my my heart's already set
I've been put into doubt once more
Is the lucky guy me?
Or is it someone else?
I'm in murky waters now
I just want a clarification
If yes, I'd share the joy
If not, I'd just continue with life
I guess...
Friday, March 03, 2006
Can you cross your leg once AND get both legs to touch the ground, COMFORTABLY?
I'll give you a reward if you can
'cause I saw one lady do it
Keep on trying.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
I suddenly feel the urge to invest my money on trading. You know those buy-cheap-and-sell-at-a-higher-price-kinda-thing? Yeah... but of course the items must be of value and purpose lahh..
I got this idea while playing my character in MapleStory (MS). I look out for great deals from other characters, buy the items and sell them at a profit to others. Wah! Shiok sia! I see my mesos (read: Sing dollars) rocket up like nobody's business. Now I'm addicted to it so much so that I'm not training my character anymore but doing this rather laborous work in MS.
Which makes me think twice about doing it in real life...
Pros:
Oh and before I bring myself into the kerching-world, I guess I have to look at myself. Just look at me! If I was a chicken, literally one, I would have qualified as the main victim in a plate BONELESS CHICKEN RICE!
I want more meat in me! But there's another problem in me, I grow horizontally (which is good 'casue I don't intend to pursue vertically anyway) IN THE STOMACH AREA! GAAAHHH!!! Know what that means? For every ounce of fat I put on, I have to triple or quadraple the rate that I exercise my tummy area! Now don't even bother to start pressing the calculator 'cause I'm just bull-shitting here, just to bring my point foward.
How I wish I was like Jughead Jones in the Archie comic series. He's a legend. People adore him, worship him as if he's some kidn of a God in a human form or something, or in this case a cartoon form. He could eat burgers and burgers and even more burgers without getting FAT!
Now wait... I'm sounding like a lady right now, worried about flabby thighs and whatever-parts-exposed-to-fats. No, no, no...
I wanna be more meaty so that I won't be an easy target for pushovers can? I'm talking in the point of view of a soccer player right now... I'm too lgihtweight for my height, I suppose. Or rather too 'skinny'...
By no means I wanna be a hunky kinda guy whom girlswaste their saliva on drool and all. Looking good is great, having a great body is a plus. But what for? But then again that's what girls look for in a guy, at least at first sight. They don't go around saying "Wow, what good heart he has..." Right?
Funny thing is, I have something against the weighing scale. I go to my cousin's house every Friday to give him tuition and after each tution session, I'd weigh myself. (No customary practice there, just that it's in front of his room that's why.)
Now I'm a little confused here right now. IN 1 WEEK, I GAIN 2 KG. If I do my Maths very very carefully, I'm going to be obese in 2 months time!!! No way I'm gonna put my body onto THAT weighing scale this week. It's kinda freak me out a little bit already there...
I'm bored already from my holidays. Got school, want holidays. Got holidays, want school. Thought of working but I only have 1 month or so, so what's the point? But then again, rotting for 1 month is a living nightmare! ARGH! At least Joanne's got something to do - she's going to Dubai. Byebye!
Chalet is already circled in my calendar, so is the expedition trip. I'm just hoping that they don't clash together. Now for the rest of the days....
Excerpt from LIME magazine March 2006 issue, pg 98
Help, I'm dating a poseur!
I love my boyfriend, I truly do, but his poseur ways are driving me nuts! He used to be really slack with dressing, but since some modelling agency approached him on the streets, he's been priming himself. He wears pink shirts, grows a stupid goatee and takes more time with his hair than I do. He even fancies himself the next Jon Jonsson! And he hasn't even gotten a modelling contract yet! Help me please before I murder him in his sleep.
I got this idea while playing my character in MapleStory (MS). I look out for great deals from other characters, buy the items and sell them at a profit to others. Wah! Shiok sia! I see my mesos (read: Sing dollars) rocket up like nobody's business. Now I'm addicted to it so much so that I'm not training my character anymore but doing this rather laborous work in MS.
Which makes me think twice about doing it in real life...
Pros:
- Get money, profit-wise?
- It's REAL money, dammit. If I blow it, I'll blow it forever.
- I'm a noob, no experience. But i'm willing to learn. =)
- Let's just put it this way - reality is much more harsher than anything else. So whatever I face in MS (looters, scammers, fucking attitude(d) people behind the characters) will just multiply in real life.
Oh and before I bring myself into the kerching-world, I guess I have to look at myself. Just look at me! If I was a chicken, literally one, I would have qualified as the main victim in a plate BONELESS CHICKEN RICE!
I want more meat in me! But there's another problem in me, I grow horizontally (which is good 'casue I don't intend to pursue vertically anyway) IN THE STOMACH AREA! GAAAHHH!!! Know what that means? For every ounce of fat I put on, I have to triple or quadraple the rate that I exercise my tummy area! Now don't even bother to start pressing the calculator 'cause I'm just bull-shitting here, just to bring my point foward.
How I wish I was like Jughead Jones in the Archie comic series. He's a legend. People adore him, worship him as if he's some kidn of a God in a human form or something, or in this case a cartoon form. He could eat burgers and burgers and even more burgers without getting FAT!
Now wait... I'm sounding like a lady right now, worried about flabby thighs and whatever-parts-exposed-to-fats. No, no, no...
I wanna be more meaty so that I won't be an easy target for pushovers can? I'm talking in the point of view of a soccer player right now... I'm too lgihtweight for my height, I suppose. Or rather too 'skinny'...
By no means I wanna be a hunky kinda guy whom girls
Funny thing is, I have something against the weighing scale. I go to my cousin's house every Friday to give him tuition and after each tution session, I'd weigh myself. (No customary practice there, just that it's in front of his room that's why.)
- First week - 65kg
- Second week - 67 kg
- Third week - 69 kg
Now I'm a little confused here right now. IN 1 WEEK, I GAIN 2 KG. If I do my Maths very very carefully, I'm going to be obese in 2 months time!!! No way I'm gonna put my body onto THAT weighing scale this week. It's kinda freak me out a little bit already there...
I'm bored already from my holidays. Got school, want holidays. Got holidays, want school. Thought of working but I only have 1 month or so, so what's the point? But then again, rotting for 1 month is a living nightmare! ARGH! At least Joanne's got something to do - she's going to Dubai. Byebye!
Chalet is already circled in my calendar, so is the expedition trip. I'm just hoping that they don't clash together. Now for the rest of the days....
Excerpt from LIME magazine March 2006 issue, pg 98
Help, I'm dating a poseur!
I love my boyfriend, I truly do, but his poseur ways are driving me nuts! He used to be really slack with dressing, but since some modelling agency approached him on the streets, he's been priming himself. He wears pink shirts, grows a stupid goatee and takes more time with his hair than I do. He even fancies himself the next Jon Jonsson! And he hasn't even gotten a modelling contract yet! Help me please before I murder him in his sleep.
I HATE PRETTY BOYS, 21
For a while, I thought it was me! Reassure yourself Fitri, you don't wear PINK SHIRTS and sport a STUPID GOATEE. Heh.
There's such a thing as a smart goatee? Nobody told me that...
There's such a thing as a smart goatee? Nobody told me that...