Monday, December 27, 2010

Please Ask and Tell.

Firstly, yucks to Taylor Swift and Jake Gyllenhaal being 'together', or are acting their not 'together'...
I don't like both of them, so it's like double dose of grossness when I read gossip blogs and hear about them...

Plus, not being discriminative against gays, but I really think the Don't Ask, Don't Tell thing should not be approved by the US Congress/Senate, whatever it is.
I'm Bisexual, so I think it at least should give me some right to say things from my perspective.
It'll create all sorts of social problems in the military, I'm serious.

Of course there will be discrimination.
 
There will ALWAYS be discrimination.
 
Prejudice results from the unknown.

In the US, 'macho-ness/manliness' is like a huge thing in the military. You cannot expect it (meaning open discrimination) to be gone from the military with just a law.

Plus, I think the men/women would have better baths/etc in peace more if there weren't gays/lesbians around.
Not that I'm saying gays/lesbians are sickos but it's a psychological mindset thing, you know?

It's hard for many people to bathe knowing there are gay people around them, although they might not be attracted to you, but it's like a mental thing.
 
I know it's the thought of this 'labeling' that infuriates gay rights people, but seriously, maybe some of you all should think not to just win rights because of wanting to win at this gay rights thing, but also look at the whole perspective itself.

It's not that I think it's stupid that they always have to fight for their rights all the time, because I don't like how people discriminate gays in public areas and etc.

Okay, can't be bothered to continue with this topic.

By the way, my sister and her husband bought us a new cage and a Syrian hamster for my second sister and I as Christmas presents! :D



How cute.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Hello, It's TMI Thursday!

I've been very sick with cough and flu for the past week, all thanks to my mom and sis...

Anyway, I think due to the medicine I've been taking, I haven't been able to shit for the past 4 days.
So today I went to get erm, liquid laxatives at the local pharmacy and I drank the normal prescribed amount, and I started to feel the poop coming, but at a very slow rate, so I drank more.

I went to poop once but I can still feel like I'm full of shit.
My tummy is damn huge and bloated.
Now I'm farting like mad.

No one should light a match in my room right now because the room might blow up from the combustion of methane gas from my constant farting.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Thank You.

Although I feel ashamed for retaining and wasting that whole year in college in 2005, I think it could have been a blessing in disguise.

Even if I was tormented (I really mean it) by my parents for it, and I guess like every now and then when I meet new people and they ask me why am I a year older than my cohort or something, and I try and act like it's nothing, but I think/wish you know it's not..

The stigma will always be there.

"Why couldn't she have promoted? I did."

"Was it really that difficult? Or was she just lazy?"

"I pity her."

It's normal to think that way, because I did. 
I don't mind, in fact, I understand.  
Really.

I won't defend myself that it was because of chicken pox and missing 2 weeks of school that made me not catch up with schoolwork in time for exams, or that stupid Shawn cheating on me that made me descend in hate and anger and depression that caused it, or that because I was in the Science stream, so it was more difficult.
It could have been I never studied enough, or studied smart.
(But I did do all my tutorials!)

Whatever.

I think about all the things I've gained from losing that year.

I'd never have gotten top in any subject if I didn't retain.
I got top in Biology and Art in my 2nd first year.
Secondary school? Yes, I got like top in many subjects then, but not in a JC where competition is much tougher. 
I would never have expected that of me.
It allowed me to do better in my 'A' Levels than I could ever have if I didn't retain in the first place.
I would have never have gotten into a University at the rate I was struggling in 2005, my first J1 year.

It also made me realise what assholes my parents were.
How my mom said I was a freaking disgrace to her because I retained and she didn't want to be seen sending me to school in case her boss's son saw her.
Or how my father would torment me every single moment about me not studying and gave me nightmares for 2 whole months after I got back my failed results.

I'm serious. 
He tortured me emotionally and mentally every single day by nagging and nagging. Checking on me every 5 minutes to see if I'm studying. I'm not exaggerating. 
I won't say I didn't deserve it. 
But I must say it was bad.
My mom? Well, she just acted like I was a total embarrassment and kept reminding me of it every other day when she remembered to.

I'd never have appreciated how true friends stuck to you and defended you like Yiying (Yeti) did even after I retained and all those idiot teachers talked bad about retainees/me, and although the year I spent with her in the same class was short, it was very very memorable.
It's just things like that which make you appreciate your friends who have stuck by you through thick and thin, (like mostly of me crying when I found out I retained and she sitting there patiently, trying to comfort me and etc), even more.

I would also never have gotten to know or got close to my cousin (Fatty). 
If he didn't spend a year Millenia Institute before transferring to PJC (he did very well in MI though), I wouldn't have gotten in the same class with him and gotten to know him and become such close friends today. I can confide in him in almost anything. The times I've had with him can never be forgotten. He understand me in ways not many people can, and surprisingly, if you don't believe in platonic relationships and I didn't before I met him, I do now.
I would never have joined Rugby as a CCA and learned to love it.
Meeting all the people in my team that helped me in one way or another.

I would never have met Tracy, who took a year in Industrial Design in NUS but decided it wasn't her calling, so she transferred to NTU instead and studied Film.
Well, we were very close since secondary school, JC and presently, but it's like an added bonus to start Uni together I guess.
Tracy always was with me in college too.
I remembered the day I got my 'A' Levels results and how I met her in town and she said she was so happy that I got an 'A' in Chemistry. Saying how difficult it was to get an 'A'. Haha.
Although lots of people score an 'A' in exams all the time, coming from her, I felt very happy and proud of that small achievement.

If I didn't retain, I would never have had the chance to meet Dian.
If there really is such a thing as Fate, I'd really have to thank him/her.
Sometimes, things get so coincidental that it can't be coincidental, you know?

If Dian hadn't decide to change her course to Psychology and to do it in NTU, I'd never have known her. The chances of meeting her would be nil. She's not from Singapore too.
If Fate did not attach the red thread between us or if she did not ask if the seat beside mine in the Welcome Ceremony was empty, we'd never have started talking. 
If I didn't get kiasu when I heard that we had to go there to collect our matric cards, I'd never have attended that stupid Ceremony.
If I didn't make the first move to ask if she wanted to exchange numbers so we could contact one another, we'd never be the type of close friends we are today.
I don't think I'd meet someone as special as her in school. 
Or another truly unique and hilarious individual like Silvia.

If I didn't retain, I would never have met Sidney in an elective class and found him weird. 
We're not the same age, nor are we taking the same course of study. I was in my first year, he was in his fourth.
If Fate didn't plan that we would take the same train to Clementi and happen to walk home at the same time, I'd never have known he was my neighbour. If he didn't ask me to exchange numbers so I could help him sell his stupid used textbooks (-_-"), and I didn't text everyone on my phone list 2 years later about me changing my phone number, we'd never have started talking again and he would never have asked me out.

This wasn't an entry of self-pitying.
It's more of a thankful note to how I met all these wonderful people because I lost that year to a life-sentencing label called 'FAIL'.
I might have been a 'failure' then, but I don't regret knowing all these people and getting to appreciate how their friendship means so much more to me.

So Fate, if you really exist, first I'd want to point my middle finger at you for making me retain (although it wasn't really your fault), and secondly, I just want to say thank you for putting these people in my way and allowing me to know what and who true friends are.

And well, if you don't, then I must be one lucky idiot.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

I Need More Fibre In My Diet.

I haven't shat in 3 days.

Why do laxatives not work on me?

>:(

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

To Get Or Not To Get?

I'm thinking of getting a belly-button piercing, but that means I can't do my nightly sets of crunches and stuff...

Monday, November 22, 2010

LOL!

Me: Pops, I'm not coming home for dinner. Will settle dinner myself.
Pops: Make sure you don't mix with 369 or 08 or 24 peoples ok! (Don't ask me if there are really other gangs called 08 or 24...)
Me (jokingly): Hahaha don't you know ALL my friends are from 369...
Pops: Report police!
Me: Haha as if you will send your own daughter to jail!
Pops: Dun mind
Me: So bad D:<
Pops: 4 th sake of her future!

After I didn't reply his last text message...

Pops: Pa lov u!

"Yes"? Or "No"?

Honestly, I'm really confused.

So next time if a person sneaks up behind you and asks if you're from gang 369, what should you answer?

What if you say "no" and get stabbed in the neck?

And what if you answer "yes" and the person is actually an undercover* cop??

*(He might want to surprise you. It's like the time I was tired of figuring out who my Angel was when we were playing the Angel and Mortal game in class and I decided to shout, HEY ANGEL and my classmate turned and I found out there and then...)

Sunday, November 21, 2010

The Thing About Losing Weight...

The most annoying thing about losing weight is that you can't wear all the stuff you bought when you got fat. Everything is like loose and threatens to fall off at the hips.

The satisfying thing about losing weight is that you have a reason to buy new clothes...

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Say NO To Lindsay Lohan.

I wish people would stop asking/paying/requesting Lindsay Lohan to do photoshoots or advert campaigns or whatever she's earning money nowadays with.

She's not very pretty/hot and it's supporting her drug abuse.

Plus, it's not a good way to show your kids how a celebrity is doing drugs and still can get away with it.

On the recent stabbing case in Singapore. And Harry Potter.

Sidney: Police shot dead 3 youth gangsters.
Me: HUH!? Wth. Why?
Sidney: They asked for it la. Act hero. Once you stir trouble in public, the police can’t not do anything. There is a big crackdown on all this gang thing now. They arrested a few 100 people already.
Me: But is it like Rufus Scrimgeour arresting Stan Shunpike?
Sidney: I have no idea what’s that babe.

 ilu.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

You Want The Truth?

I know this have been in the media for quite a time now, but I feel a bit confused by the state of mind some people have in Singapore about the stabbing case in Downtown East.

When I first heard about it from my neighbour, my first thought was, "WHAT? Where the hell they keep their choppers and knives?! You mean these gangsters bring them out everytime they leave the house, just in case someone stares at them and they're ready to fight?!"

This was before other news updates told us it could be gang-related and not just a staring incident.

So, the rational part of me realised that this must have been planned.

Although during the first few days I think the Police/Government sort of tried to cover up the severity of the incident by saying it was due to a staring incident.

What the hell.

I don't think people would just whip out their kitchen knives from their back pockets (or wherever they hide them) just to stab you if you stare at them.

Obviously, it must have been planned right?!
And the person must have sufficiently antagonized the other party to have resulted in so much anger which led to violence.

People don't carry sharp and uncovered/unsheathed knives around when they go out, especially teens.

It's cumbersome and inconvenient.

Like what if they've got to watch a movie and they sit down and the long knife is like damn uncomfortable and maybe cold on their ass?

See?

Common sense.

So it must have been planned.

Like some secret gang thing going on.

I've always known about secret societies in Singapore.

I even attended this history of crime and punishment on secret societies in Singapore talk at the National Museum before.

During the 18th and 19th century, with the new influx of Chinese immigrants (sounds like now right, but I don't think the PRCs are joining gangs though, they've got better things to do, like survive and work for money for their families back in China and once in a while, rape the innocent -> http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/showthread.php?t=2974023), the people had to join societies like dialect groups and whatnot for protection, people they knew they could seek help from in times of need, and they are in a foreign country.

Also, at that time, the British sort of didn't care much about these triad things going on because, the British had better things to do, like earning our tax/port money from imports and exports that time and these triads actually helped to keep the Chinese population (which is very large) in check. 
Plus, there is the language barrier.

Yes, anyway, about the gangs. 
When I was in secondary school, there were many 'gangsters' in there claiming to be from the 369 (Pa Hai Tong, or whatever hanyupinyin it is) gang. I heard it's like one of the biggest groups in Singapore, etc etc.

I never really thought much about it, like I always thought like it's nothing scary or it's just some stupid gang thing going on, until this happened.
I mean, the same gang that people I knew from school were in.

My god brother himself (whom I've lost contact with since I left school) was in it.

I think the act of being able to physically inflict hurt on someone, hearing them in pain, even when you're riled up with testosterone and anger, is quite horrible.

We learn in psychology that people have more courage to do things when they're with company than alone, I guess this is one example.

I don't get how people can keep saying how pitiful the family of the dead is, when they might not know the true story.
Yes, it's very very sad that he died.

But people who've seen him in school and knew him have said they he's always in trouble, associated with gangs and stuff like that.
I'm not saying he deserved to die, but if you're logical enough, with common sense, you should have realised that this must not have been just a staring incident and that he should have known what he was getting in when he antagonized the other gangsters.

What good would have come out of his reactions right?

And the other thing that the media/police/government might have kept 'secret' from the public that it was he who attacked first, is very annoying.
Why keep that secret?!

Or like how our Police try and keep quiet about kidnapping rings in Singapore?!
You might not want to start a panic among us but if you don't alert us, Singaporeans are going to continue thinking that we're very safe and don't keep a closer eye on our kids!!!!

What happens if it's my niece?!

Anyway, back to the sotry.

So many news headlines was saying how innocent he was, a tragic death etc etc.

Yes, yes, a tragic death, I agree.
"He died because of his love for his friends", his dad was quoted to have said.

Where is the truth?

From my point of view, and I may be wrong, I don't really think he died because he loved his friends, it's because of hormones and bad luck. And most probably he 'loved'/or is too loyal to the gang he's in.

Honestly, I don't know what these teens are doing.

Why aren't they at home studying?

You can argue that with today's society, parents are not always home to monitor their kids, teach them right from wrong, but to the point of acting in violence? Murder?

I mean, what's the point in joining gangs?

You mean, do they want to go Geylang sell pirated DVDs and smuggle drugs/tobacco, whatever it is gangsters do, become pimps, living off their parents' money, even when they're old?

Is it really so cool to have tattoos that brand which gang you're in?

Carrying around knives in your back pocket that can accidentally cut your ass whenever you take a seat?!

What the hell!?

I really mean no disrespect to the dead boy's family, but seriously, I really think people/the media should not portray him in such an innocent light.

I feel people deserve the truth.

Not only gangsters, but like when I see what the younger generation are doing now, and compare what they're doing to what I was doing at my own age, it's like, can they stop doing such stupid things.

Maybe I had depression, or was very angry with the world. 
Yes, I sucked it up and kept it to myself. 
I knew I had to study hard and get into a University or I'd never survive in Singapore's society or my parent's beating. 
Not resort to smoking to supposedly de-stress or because of peer-pressure, or join gangs for the 'cool-ness' factor or because you don't fit in anywhere else, or do drugs, or be like that Justin Bieber.

Yucks, I can't stand his whiny pre-pubescent voice.
And his hair.

Can he study at home, keep quiet and be a proper contribution to society!?

Not sing and make videos about girls.

And talking about rape, I realise that there are so many girls being raped in the world.
It's like we're paying for sins we didn't do in our past lives.
Click the above link.

It's about an 8 year old girl being raped by a 10 and 11 year old boy in London.

10 and 11!!!!

And she's freaking 8 years old only!

What is happening?

Why/how do these boys know what's sex?
Or are daring enough to try raping a girl?

Okay, I don't need you to tell me it's the generation that violence and sex is everywhere, in magazines, television, etc etc. I know all this, but seriously!

Raping and causing other people pain at that age!!??!?

One day, I really hope the standardised punishment for rape in the whole world is castration.

And not chemical castration either.
With no anesthesia given during the process.
See how they like it!

Not jail or caning.

That's not enough.
You mean taxpayers money, or the parents' of the victim pay the government to keep the bastard alive in jail and just suffer a few freaking strokes of the cane?!
He'd probably not feel remorseful anyway.

Can't you just pay like a few dollars to settle your needs in a brothel?!
If you like the idea of being in control and violent in bed, then get the prostitute to bloody role-play with you.

Pathetic idiots.

I HATE RAPISTS.

Monday, November 08, 2010

3 Idiots and 2 Gays?

On Friday I met up with friends to celebrate Tracy's erm, belated birthday.

I think it was partly because of my fringe, but all of them said I looked very different.

I was a bit embarrassed about my fringe but there's nothing I can do about it so...
Anyway, Jaime was like telling me I could have gone to the salon just to get my fringe cut at about S$3...
I've got no one to blame but myself for being cheap.

And!

They also said I looked thinner.

So happy.

Stop saying I was fine the way I was.

If I could feel myself getting fatter and health got like much more problems than before, it has to mean something right.

Anyway, I can't wear my favourite pair of white shorts from Topshop anymore. Luckily Fatty gave me vouchers to shop at Zara and Pull&Bear for my birthday.

Inside my heart, I feel secretly happy that I can wear like smaller size clothes now, I forgot this feeling of not being able to find sizes because clothes are too loose/big for me.
And it's only been 9 months.

I'm back to my old weight at 45kg, but I feel like loosing a little bit more, to 44kg. 
I have this phobia of gaining weight already. I think it was a traumatic experience for me. 
Looking at the photos I took during that period and clothes I couldn't wear because of the weight gain and the things my family said about me being fat was frankly very demoralising, and it made my already low self-esteem even lower.
 
But I think if I lose to 44kg, my boobs will be like nonexistent.
They already look like abandoned anthills now.
The run down kind.
Not termite mounds k.
Termite mounds are like tall and huge.

By the way, I was watching 3 Idiots the other day and there was this part that's like damn gay between this two guy friends.
If you don't know, 3 Idiots is like some famous Indian Bollywood film about gender stigma and stereotypes in India, about this 3 guys studying in a prestigious engineering school there.

It's quite funny!



Bloody gay, right?

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Bad Day.


OH NO!

I went to cut my fringe because I felt it was too long and it turned out to be a bit of a disaster.


HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Scary a not?!

I was trying to follow my Yamato sensei from Naruto Shippuden, but I think my eyes are not big enough..


LOL!

Yes, anyway, as you can see, my fringe is like very uneven and like got gaps at places where it shouldn't be...

By the way, today during my Human Factors lecture my eyecandy from my stats class (he was the tutor's assistant and I last saw him like 2 years ago and I thought I'd never ever see him again) came to guest lecture! He even brought us to his office!
He used to work on Nasa projects in the States or something.
And now he's working in NTU's Centre for Human Factors and Ergonomics or something.

He's got like PhD.
And he knows how to fly a plane.

That's hot.

I mean, his intelligence.

Plus, he can fly planes.

Very sad.

And I thought he and my own Professor kept looking at me, but after that I think I found out why.

My friend kindly told me amidst hysterical laughter that my button at the chest area was unbuttoned and...
MY BRA COULD BE SEEN!

What the hell...

I'm damn sad la.
These kind of things ALWAYS happen to me!

ALWAYS!

And I'm not sad because they saw my bra or whatever.

It's because why couldn't I have worn something like nicer/sexier!?

Wear one stupid plain old white bra...
My eyecandy must have been thinking what a loser I am.

Ugh.

:'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

 This is like the only photo I have of him...He's the guy in the green shirt, wearing that helmet...supposedly for safety...

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Saying Goodbye To Bacne.

Hallo.

Remember about a month ago I said I was sick and tired of having bacne and so I'm going to start a regime of applying apple cider vinegar on my back everyday?

I'm glad to tell you guys it worked.

My Bacne days are over man.


Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Useless.

Once again, I'm amazed by my visual and auditory memory.

My sister was watching this episode of Criminal Minds and I heard this lady talking. I could recognize the voice, I'm sure I've heard it somewhere before.

I could literally see the mental process my mind went through, faces of people I've watched on shows and finally it hit me.

It was the voice of Peter Petrelli's mom on Heroes.


"Is that Peter Petrelli's mom?!"

I could see my sister trying to remember who the hell Peter Petrelli and who his mom is and saw her shocked face that I can recognize the person just from her voice.

It's quite interesting to have a not bad memory on face and voices, but it's not useful at all...

Monday, November 01, 2010

Flying Shoe.


I went Night Safari with Neighbour Number 2 and Fatty. Fatty kindly bought us tickets at a cheaper price and we could go over to the Mandai Zoo for the Haunted Mansion too.

Because my NN2 had a Dragonboat race in the afternoon, we had to go later and by the time we reached there, my cousin already went into the Haunted Mansion.

NN2 and I decided to go to the zoo to queue for it.

Turns out the queuing time was 2 and a half hours!

Can die.

And my NN2 hates queuing...

Luckily we ate before that.

Anyway, he kept screaming in the Haunted Mansion and although it only lasted for like 5 mins, I thought the more fun part was taking photos with the staff dressed up as zombies.

After that we went over to the Night Safari and queued for the tram ride.

Neither of us have been to the Night Safari before so it was quite interesting.

It was getting late so the queue at Night Safari was non-existent.
What made it cool was that we could sit down on the tram and rest our asses, like finally.

I don't understand why some girls can get scared by the 'ghosts' actually. Shouldn't they know it's not real...And the make up isn't done that well either.

Anyway, because it sort of rained before that, the ground was wet and my favourite white shoes got dirty and I had to wash it this morning.
Nearly died from the scrubbing.

I placed the shoes on the window ledge to dry and after 2 hours my sister came into the room and asked if I only put out one shoe to dry, because she thought she saw 2 on the ledge before that.

I panicked because I knew one of it dropped down.

I immediately changed and went down to find it.

Thoughts of living without my favourite shoes for the rest of the year kept creeping into my mind, it was damn scary.

Then I spotted it, looking very dejected,
IN THE FREAKING RUBBISH CHUTE AREA!

I could tell it bounced on the dirt a bit and landed right side up on the rubbish chute area.

I went home and used tape to tape the dirt off and left it to dry again.
This time with pegs holding it steady...

On another thought, I was lucky no one got killed by my flying shoe..

Sunday, October 31, 2010

+ MOKITA +

I have a Tumblr account.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Words That Don't Exist In The English Language.

L’esprit d’escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”

Waldeinsamkeit: (German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.

Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with soul, creativity, or love.

Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

Gigil: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.

Pochemuchka: (Russian) A person who asks a lot of questions.

Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.

Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.

Ilunga: (Tshiluba, Congo) A person who is ready to forgive any abuse for the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Organised Chaos?

I have always argued with my mom about how messy my cupboard is.

Since moving into my Clementi home I've not packed my cupboard properly, not once. And for the the past two years I've been buying more and more clothes, so today I decided to do something about my not-so-organised chaos in my cupboard.

It seriously looked like World War 3 happened in there.

Can you believe I spent about 3 hours packing it!?


This is after packing...

The first quarter of the hanging area to the left is dedicated to my checkered shirts and jeans, the next 1/4 is my 'nicer' going-out clothes, next 1/4 is for my favourite tee-shirts and the last quarter is for my skirts, jackets and dresses..

I swear it looked much worse before this!


Huge pile of clothes which I'm giving away. 
There was more to the side.


Bert peeking out from the chaos in my underwear drawer.

Packed!

There were a few casualties from the war that went on for 2 years in my underwear drawer.
Had to throw a whole bag of unwanted ones just now..

I'm hoping there's no pervert going through trash at dump-sites to look for old underwear to sniff.

Eee!

Monday, October 25, 2010

Conversation On Whatsapp.

Me: Hey, next Saturday you free? Will you be able to borrow your dad's car?
Neighbour number 2: Y wassup? Ya should be okay I need 2 ask my uncle if he's using.
Me: Okay...Try and get the car can?
NN2: Y? Tell me!
Me: I got a surprise for you. Hehe.
NN2: Don't tell me carsex.
Me (Haven't read the above message yet): But think can only do it if weather permits.
NN2: Eew not my dad's car la so not romantic.
Me (realising what he said): Tsk of course not la!!!!!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

e-Letter From A Cousin.

From: dXXXXXXXXXX@hotmail.com
To: lXXXXXXXX@hotmail.com
Subject: Hey Fatty!
Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2010 13:13:27 +0800
Dear Mr Muscle,

How are you?

That day I was trying to sleep and halfway I suddenly thought of you, because I realised that I'm very mean. For all these years, even when you were thinner, I've been calling you 'Fatty'.
And the best thing is that you've been very nice and patient about it, even accepting the nickname. And I always enjoy calling you 'Fatty!' in public places and in front of your friends that because in my heart, I find it very funny but you still forgive me.
Actually, I'm laughing now as I'm typing this. Remember the bet you had with me about calling you Fatty at Bali? I found out then that in my mind, you are not Li Nan, or JINAN as your hometown language pronounces your name, but Fatty! Very bad right? But you have to accept it because I'm your cousin, hahaha!
Kidding la. Wait, but I'm not kidding.

Just to clarify, I wrote this email not because I'm going to tell you I'm going to stop calling you Fatty anymore, but just that I sort of missed you. Even though you've only gone for a week and what not, but this whole year I've been thinking about if you leave Singapore for China for your family business thing in a year or so. Think I'll miss you a lot. And since I don't think I'll ever go China to visit you unless I go crazy one day, or China becomes like the US (which the probability will be very very extremely low), I was thinking how we'll keep in contact next time.

Ernie says hi by the way. You don't have to reply cos I know you might be busy with your business. Take care and see you soon okay :))

From your BMW,

Weng-U!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

I Now Pronounce You Chuck And Larry.


"What?! It smells like plastic!"

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Fatty.

Mr Muscle is back in China again.

Kinda miss him.

Although I was the one who encouraged him to go back China next year to settle his family business thing, but I think I'll really miss Fatty.

No more like late night drinking sessions.

Or talking on the phone once in a while about stupid things and singing X Japan songs...
-_-'

Fishing with our own hands...

Talking about rugby, ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, movies, our alien religion, animal porn, how much Ernie wants to zut his neneh, reminding him about him slipping at the LT3 steps for the umpteenth time, etc etc.

The saddest thing is that he'll only be back for short trips like only about 3 times next year...

No more going gay clubs/pubs and seeing Chen Han Wei there.

I guess we can't have everything.

Feeling slightly depressed suddenly.

Hmm.