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:

• Get money, profit-wise?

Cons:

• 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.

Okay fine, I'm doing away with the idea already. But it seems kinda interesting to be part of a business, isn't it? The problem for me is, I ain't a solo worker. I need people around me. People whom I can trust, whom I can relate to, whom I can work with together. Aaahh.. I always relish challenges. C'MON BABY! PUSH MY LIMITS!!! YEAH!!!

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 waste 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.)

• 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.