Call me, Hoon Kee.

So I've always hated my name. As in my name, Wen Er. It sucks to be mispronounced all the time, and usually I have to repeat my name once I've introduced myself.

How daft can people get, really? Especially if you're reading my name out loud from a piece of paper?

It's Wen Er.

Not:
(1) Wee-ner, OR
(2) Wan Er, OR
(3) Wern Er, OR
(4) Wen Errrrrhh

And most certainly, not Wen Neh.

I sort of pardon my cousin for calling me 'Weng Er', I said SORT OF, because of his apparent hard-to-kick china accent.

Anyway, I know I've said this before but I was only born because my mother hoped I was a boy, and when it turned out I was a girl, she refused to look at me, or even name me. So since the girls in my family must have the 'Wen' in their names, my grandma took on the job of naming me, the 'Er' in chinese means 'son', since my mother wanted so badly to have one.

Okay, on another point, I was signing up for the POSB debit card thing and I was thinking about what name should I put on the card. I was thinking 'Daemonicus', but it seems so...poseur. And can you imagine if the waiter like ask me to sign, "Er...Ms Daemonicus, please sign here."

Or, my male persona, 'David Chip'. Okay, I only used that name for my email address profile because my dad always told me not to put my real name in stuff like that. So, since I kinda like the guy name David, and at that time I was eating chips in front of the computer, I put in 'David Chip' as my profile name. LOL.

Then I thought of the waiter saying, "Er...Ms David Chip, will you sign here?"
I immediately scratched that option out.

Then I thought, how about 'Renew Nat'? It's the opposite of my name Tan Wener...It sounded quite weird, so I ended up with just putting 'Wener Tan' on the stupid card.

My mom suddenly blurted out from behind me, put 'Hoon Kee' la.
I HUH?-ed her and she laughed. Apparently, she said she wanted to name me Hoon Kee if I were a girl. OMG. How could she have done this to me when I was still in her womb! MEAN! I mean, doesn't Hoon Kee mean like 'cigarette' in Teochew? Hoon Kee is like the English version of 'Wen Fen'.

I feel like dying. I told Tracy about it the next day and we were having a good laugh about it, like how when I introduce myself I'd be like, "Hi, I'm Hoon Kee..." from "Hi, I'm Wener."

Eews. I mean, see the sexual discrimination! From a boy's name Julian (If I were a boy) still not bad, to Hoon Kee(If I were a girl).

Hello.
Hoon Kee - Julian.
Julian - Hoon Kee.

Anyone would die with that name! I'm like so thank God, if there is one, for my grandma's intervention with the 'Wen Er' naming.

Anyway, I miss Fatty. Can he like stop going back to China.

I can't wait to go Hokkaido next month.
Omg, cold cold cold. Winter winter winter. Big crab legs, big crab legs, big crab legs.

freeeeeeee

I nearly died on Wednesday. The HP102 paper was damn difficult. My other classmate was moaning how much we study also no use. So annoying. And I spent so much time on that module. I hope I can scrape through. I failed the quiz and omg I'm damn worried!

BUT!! My exams are over, and I'm damn happy. Met Bernie today for dinner and we went 'shopping' at JP. Gross right. HAHA. He bought me a belt. I bought a white go-to-school top and a mid-thigh long sleeve shirt. Yipee :)
Wanted to get this $28 bag, it was quite nice. And SO CHEAP. But didn't, in the end.

Whoever said Uni life is damn easy and slack, should just go and die.

I hope you die.

I think, I'm full of hatred right now. I hate losing. I hate that you're apparently living better than me. Sometimes I'd wish you dead.

On another note, I hate people who are freaking smelly. Especially those people with BO. As in, body odour. I seriously despise you. I may have talked about this many times on my blog but I feel like emphasising it more now.

I don't care if you were born to have BO or some silly excuse you came up with. I don't care you're like that or your God made you like that.

It's damn inconsiderate. I seriously can't understand how people can't have such a fcuking(this misspelling is deliberate) strong smell at their pits and not know it, or even worse, pretend to not notice it and freaking still hold the high bars in the MRT right beside you and let you bask in their fragrance.

Can you just go and eat some shit? Oh no, because shit smells better than your pits.

I don't even care that you were born with it, as a member of a so-called civilized society, you're OBLIGED to do something about it. It's an equivilant of a gas bomb that you can't run from in a sardine-packed train.

I'll even shoot you horrid looks if i find out who you are and most likely I will, because unfortunately in this case, I'm blessed with a heightened sense of smell.

Anyone who has BO or is trying to not think about themselves as not having BO right now and you're reading this entry, please go away. I hate you.

Bye.

Dance of Death

Mary visited the shoemaker's on a winter morning,
And passed a black funeral mourning.
She went straight down,
Without looking around,
And noticed the old man frowning.

She left Betty to her curds and whey,
Humming to herself she had nothing to say.
Making her way,
On this winter's gray,
A little bit too boring.

The door bell jingles,
Her feet feels a tingle,
Peripheral catches a twinkle.
Shoemaker John says, "Not for sale, this metal shoe."
But Mary tosses her hair and said, "Boo hoo!"

Mary eyes the heavy pair,
And loved it so much, part it she didn't dare.
She snatched them from his hands,
Took off her pants,
Then left without a glance.

Mary went to put on the shoes,
And looked at the sun set from blue.
The iron began to melt and fuse,
Burning her skin to near-high cruel,
The Devil has come to collect his due.

She skipped and danced to shake it loose,
The red-hot iron grip that was fool-proof.
Leaping into dusk,
Shriveled to dust,
The Dance of Death, alas.

Books and crooks.

So today Tracy came over to my place and we hung out for a while. She especially came to pass back all my stuff she borrowed and my birthday present too. I was supposed to pass her her's also. Haha.

AND GUESS WHAT?

When I saw her package(my present), I was like omg, it's a book..Shit.
Normally I'd be very happy, and when I was thinking what I should buy for her present I was hoping she wouldn't buy the same thing for me as well.

Turned out we bought each other the SAME present, which both of us wanted to keep for ourselves, but bought for each other instead. Well, in the end, we both got to keep the book. It's called The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. HAHA.

The thing was, I bought her the children's version, which I personally think looks much better(and after that Tracy agreed with me too..), and Tracy bought me the adult one, which to me has damn nice illustrations inside but a more adult looking cover.

See, we think so much a like!

Anyway, exams are coming. Feeling a bit stressed out, but I'm still very in the not-in-the-exam mood. Urgh.

Wish me luck, and wish very hard, alright?

Mr Isnis

I have so much admiration for my HP101 Psych tutor now, even more so every week. He quotes the names of studies, the year it took place, names like Zikszemitmihoyli (there's really such a person, I tell you.) off the back of his mind, like how we need to think to walk. Which doesn't say much because we aren't conscious about actual walking.

And his bearing, I don't know, so composed and confident of himself. It's quite scary to be around Psychologists, even the teachers, because they know how to act around you, and what your actions, movements, tone of voice may actually mean and you might not even be aware of it. His lessons aren't boring too. He makes jokes and stuff, witty in his quiet way.

He is giving me the Mr Tan feeling, just in a different sense.
Oh, I know what that feeling is! Passion. They're passionate about what they're teaching and it shows how learned they are in their subject.

So I'm going to finish up Breaking Dawn by tonight. I know why I've heard so much bad comments about the book. The storyline is going downhill from the already downhill course it was heading towards in the first book.

Alright, I shall end here. Got to go think about what to get for Tracy's birthday present. Hmm.

Ernie and love =))

Recently I have been hooked to a really kiddy game on Facebook called Pet Society. It makes me wanna have a pet again.

Hmm. So I slept quite late yesterday, reading Breaking Dawn. Okay, I think the plot is getting even worse than before. OMG. Bella got pregnant. By Edward. Well, in the story vampire couples can't have children. But in this case Edward's the vampire and Bella's a human and so...she got pregnant!?

What am I supposed to say?! Er, is the author trying to put the blame on female vampires that they're infertile and it's all because of them that vampires can't have children?! Sheesh.

And yesterday was my last day of HA103 lessons. It was our last quiz for the module and after that he went through the review for our examination. I was quite disappointed. I should have SU-ed the bloody mod. I mean, I thought I was doing well, to get like A and stuff, turns out many people either did very well, or those who didn't SU-ed, so I think I'll be in the bottom half of the bell curve? PLEASE!!! I'm quite angry. Hard work doesn't pay right.

I think, Ernie is the love of my life now. HAHA. Fatty bought me this Ernie thing(Thank you!), it's Ernie's head on a key chain, and when you press his nose he'll be giggling and saying,

"HEHEHEHE HEHEHE"..."That's silly!"..."HEHEHEHE HEHEHE"...."That tickles!"...."HEHEHEHE HEHEHE"...

I love pressing the nose to hear the voice. I love you, Ernie! I think, I'm in a very childish state of mind now.

Look after my heart, I've left it with you.

I've been reading my old posts and I realised how I've changed. Maybe even matured, in the sense of the way I think. I think I was sometimes overly childish with the Shawn and Claryce thing. Maybe I couldn't handle rejection? Oh no, I didnt. I just couldn't stand being lied to, and then being talked bad about for no reason.

I miss JC life. Although lessons in Uni nowadays are much more interesting, I feel that it's all so adult now. You have to be totally independent and I don't feel ready for that. And it seems I'm alone more often. Somehow, I feel a bit lonely at times. Maybe it's because of something else too, but I don't know. There is this void that I'm hesitant to fill, but at the same time hoping for something to happen.

I miss Walter. All those times when I could talk with him about Harry Potter and bickering one another about how irritating the other party is. I miss the life of Rugby. Hanging out with the boys at the table, walking to the shower room after training ends with Sam and the girls.

I know the one word. Nostalgic.

If anyone ask me if I would change anything I did during my JC life, it might not be study harder in my J1 year. It would be to hate Shawn and Claryce less. It seemed like I was so full of hate and anger during the second half of 2005. Although I met Desmond, who totally changed my life, I realised my friends like Yeti and more have always been here for me. I mean, I've always known and appreciated this fact.

I've been reading Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series. I think the way she writes really reminds me of how I wrote in my 1st J1 year on this blog. Seems very teenager-ish. OMG. Have I grown old?!

Anyway, the only reason why I've continued reading it is because I don't like to read/listen to stuff halfway. There's only a few exceptions when I bought a book and gave up reading. Like maybe 2. And they were really bad.

I think no one reads my blog anymore anyway. I'm not sure how to express what I'm feeling now.
I was on the bus on the way home after my Public Policy test just now, when I was listening to my IPod and I thought about him. I was thinking about what was I actually doing? Why can't I just forget him and let go? I don't know. In the stupid Twilight book, the situation between Edward and Bella kinda reminded me and him.
Continuing to the point I was getting at. I realised and now I can safely say I've not been sleeping in my psych lectures because that moment was called an Insight Learning which involves an Aha! moment. Haha.

So again, I sort of realised that the inevitable would happen soon. He'll get to know another girl in the clubs or something, get asked or ask for the number and another phase of his life would continue with or without me.

I feel sad. It sounds so pathetic. I suddenly feel like I'm a man trapped in a woman's body. For a whole number of different reasons.
I think my subconscious mind is feeling depressed. Is that even a possibility? In Psych we learn that nothing in the human mind is impossible.

I sort of spent my official birthday with Fatty and his Dragon Boat friend, coincidentally also called Desmond. After that when I met Fatty again on a different day he told me he asked Desmond how did he think of me and he said that I was too smart for a girl -_-

I was in the car the other day when I was thinking about the past, and I remembered how unhappy I was all the time after Desmond, not the Dragon Boat one, broke up with me. And this is what I'm talking about, when Bella got into this state she was in when Edward left her. I was like that. I was living because I didn't want him to worry, but I wasn't really living. I didn't try to contact him so he could live the life he wanted to. Because I've always felt that if you really loved someone, you'd want him/her to be happy.

I must thank Fatty for being there all the time when I needed him. I don't know. If it wasn't for him, I'd have like cried quietly during classes when I suddenly got depressed. I held on to the tears because it was frankly, embarrassing and I didn't want like Walter or Fatty to feel awkward and stuff. It's dumb.
And then, when I met Tony, it was like Jacob in the book. I found I smiled again.

But it was never like before. So now I'm back to square one and just the other day my 4th year friend asked me to help her with some marriage survey, and there was this question asking, did coming to Uni changed my perception on marriage?

Yes it has, because it has worsened my view and perception on Singaporean man.

Do something.

Heartbeat of Uganda

They tread lightly barefoot on the rough dry ground,
Staying away from the child soldiers in the bush.
The fear of murder, the fear of death.
Their right to live, their right to play,
Whose right is it to chose who leaves and stay?
Seeking safe shelter at hospitals in the nights,
Selfless nomads they leave by day.
Owning nothing, only themselves,
Their days are treasured, as one's survival's assured.
Little has been done, where's the justice now?
Children of Uganda, the Rebels don't allow.



http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3166797753930210643&hl=en

Cowboy poetry

Wind-Twister

I can't help now but wonder what your brown eyes are concealing,
Our bodies close together like my right hand in my glove.
Hearts pounding with excitement and dare I say it, love.
I know I'll never own you, it's your nature to run free.
But I pray to the Lord above, that one day you'll come back to me.
Then we'll ride off in glory until our time is done,
And I will be your hero, your cowboy in the sun.

Fairy tales and toe nails

I got this from my sis's blog, Create your own fairytale where they ask you to fill in your own chosen names of villians and other characters. It's supposedly based on Cinderella and the words in block letters are what I've filled in. LOL. Enjoy.

JULIANE HUNT was treated very badly by EPORYS FLINT. KELL ARLINGTON and HESPER FORTSON, Made to do many chores around the house with no time to rest, JULIANE HUNTBLOOD MEADOW, where she daydreams of a better life. Meanwhile, the King and Queen are preparing for a(n) BLOODTHIRSTY FEAST OF HORRORKURIS FERLANGKURIS FERLANG that lasting love will come one day. seeks refuge in his/her own little they are giving in order to find a wife for their son, the guest of honor. wonders when he will find true love, and the King assures

On the night of the FEAST OF HORROR, JULIANE HUNT fantasizes about attending. JULIANE HUNT is teased for harboring impossible dreams of attending the special FEAST OF HORROR. JULIANE HUNT is miraculously provided with a beautiful LOINCLOTH and super fast VESPARHORNY MINOTAUR. Warned that this magic will last only until midnight, JULIANE HUNTFEAST OF HORROR. The HORNY MINOTAUR tells JULIANE HUNT that dreams can indeed come true. by a leaves for the

At the FEAST OF HORROR, KURIS FERLANG invites a mysterious stranger (actually JULIANE HUNT in her LOINCLOTH ) to DIG. JULIANE HUNT and KURIS FERLANG DIG all night long. KELL ARLINGTON and HESPER FORTSON glare and spitefully criticize KURIS FERLANG's choice of partners. JULIANE HUNT, and KURIS FERLANG marvel that they have fallen in love after knowing each other for less than A MILLENIA. As midnight is about to strike, JULIANE HUNT , flees, leaving only a(n) THONG behind.

The next day, JULIANE HUNT, GENTLY recalls the FEAST OF HORROR to EPORYS FLINT and KELL ARLINGTON and HESPER FORTSON. KELL ARLINGTON and HESPER FORTSON , believing that JULIANE HUNT can only be imagining the FEAST OF HORROR, marvel at her accuracy. A(n) CASTANETS announces the arrival of KURIS FERLANG, who, armed with the THONG, has begun to search far and wide for his mysterious love. EPORYS FLINT orders JULIANE HUNT, out of the house so that she won't ruin KELL ARLINGTON and HESPER FORTSON's chances with KURIS FERLANG. To the delight of JULIANE HUNT and KURIS FERLANG, magic once again provides assistance, and KURIS FERLANG recognizes JULIANE HUNT, He places the THONG on her TOE NAIL and, lo and behold, it fits. JULIANE HUNT, and KURIS FERLANG are ROUGHLY united and live happily ever after.

dnomsed

I'm facing boredom, so I'm answering questions. Watched Max Payne and it was damn stupid. And it looked damn promising, piss off.
Tropic Thunder was DA BOMB though! Tom Cruise!! LOL.

1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? - Closed
2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? - Only if it smells nice.
3. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? - Out. How do you toss and turn if it's in!?
4. Have you ever stolen a street sign before? - No, how do you even do that!?
5. Do you like to use post-it notes? - I have lots of it at home, but they never gets used.
6. Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? - Nope, too lazy.
7. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? - Would I be wearing a bee suit or have bear-spray in my bag?
8. Do you have freckles? - NO.
9. Do you always smile for pictures? - Sometimes
10. What is your biggest pet peeve? - I actually don't know what a "pet peeve" is.
11. Do you ever count your steps when you walk? - Only when I was young.
12. Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing? - No, people would pay me NOT to dance though.
13. Do you chew your pens and pencils? - No, that's quite gross.
14. How many people have you slept with this week? - Two. Ernie and Bert.
15. What size is your bed? - Super single, I think.
16. What is your Song of the week? - M.I.A
17. Is it okay for guys to wear pink? - Only if they put their fcuking collar down and if they can pull it off. Or if it's someone I love enough to pardon the fact that he's wearing pink.
18. Do you still watch cartoons? - YES. SPONGEBOB!
19. Whats your least favorite movie? - 10000 BC, it's freaking illogical. Mammoths don't gallop.
20. Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? - In my underwear drawer.
21. What do you drink with dinner? - Soup?
22. What do you dip a chicken nugget in? - Macdonald's garlic chilli sauce, preferably.
23. What is your favorite food? - Lots, mostly spicy stuff. Can't live without spice!
24. What movies could you watch over and over and still love? - Lots. Tenacious D, Hot Chick, Spongebob Squarepants, The Mummy, Jurassic Park, etc.
25. Last person you kissed/kissed you? - My Perverted sis.
26. Were you ever a boy/girl scout? - No. I'm not into these kind of loser CCAs.
26. Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? - How much would I get paid? Which magazine?
27. Can you change the oil on a car? - Is there even oil ON a car?
28. Favorite kind of sandwich? - I hate sandwiches.
29. Best thing to eat for breakfast? - Cold milk and cereal for brunch. I don't wake up early enough for breakfast.
30. What is your usual bedtime? - 3am, if given a choice.
31. Are you lazy? - Guess so, at certain times.
32. When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? - Never had the chance to.
33. How many languages can you speak? - 2 and fragments of a couple others. I know vulgarities in Malay, Jap and dialects.
34. Which are better legos or lincoln logs? - Lego. They even have the mini-Olympics stadium!!!
35. Who is better...Leno or Letterman? - Drew Carrey on Who's Line Is It Anyway?
36. Ever watch soap operas? - NO.
37. Dance in the shower? - No I might slip, fall and die.
38. Do you think musicals are cheesy? - Yes. I especially hate HSM 1, 2 and 3.
39. Is Christmas stressful? - No. It's magic.
40. Ever eat a pierogi? - Whats that?
41. Favorite type of fruit pie? - I like fruits in their natural form.
42. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? - Zoo keeper, Marine Biologist, Archaeologist.
43. Take a vitamin daily? - Can't be bothered enough to remember to.
44. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? - Cold Storage..
45. Cheetos Or Fritos? - Cheetos.
46. Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? - No, are they German?
47. Ever take dance lessons? - No.
48. DJ or band, at a wedding? - Band. HEAVY METAL, LOVE!
49. Ever won a contest? - YA.
50. Do you want to get married? - Yes! With ______.
52. Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? - I have. It never works in my family though.
53. Do you want kids? - A mini-me, wow.
54. Whats your favorite color? - Black, red.
55. Do you miss anyone right now? - Yes.
56. Funniest thing that ever happened to you? - We were talking about slipping on the parade ground steps and Fatty, "ME TOO! ME TOO!"-ed and he slipped at the LT3 steps. I laughed like for an hour, seriously.
57. Do you bear grudges? - I always do.
58. Ever got seriously depressed before? - Til' I was at knife point? Yes.
59. Got seriously wasted before? - Yes, I kissed anyone in sight and nearly jumped into a river.
60. Love someone for longer than 2 years? Yes, my whole life. Mom.

you and me

"There are ghosts and there is love,
And both are present here,
To those who listen, this tale will tell
The truth of love and if it's near."

Fridays and Gateways

I think, I'm screwing up my life even more after everything's that happened today.

Desmond got me a Guess bracelet. Thank you! Girls and shiny things. It's funny how my guy friends spend more on jewelry and stuff for me, more than I do. Haha.

By the way, Michelle, if you're reading this, sorry I sounded quite erm, unfocused when you called, I really appreciate it, sankyu! =))
I was sleeping when you called, HAHA.

So we went T3 today, and had ramen at Ajisen Ramen at T1. OMG. I think Singapore is being overrun by China people. We're gradually being outnumbered. This China guy took our order and his uniform (it's a white shirt and black pants) was filthy. That just shows the conditions in the kitchen behind. I think the standard dropped there. Shouldn't the Changi Airport people there do something about it?

I'm not sure where Tracy's gone. She like disappeared from the face of Earth =((

By the way, that day I was doing my ADM(Arts, Design + Media) module project at ADM, and my friends and I were waiting at the bus stop when this guy walked to the bus stop. I mean, he was not bad looking, and I thought I saw him looking at me also. So our bus came and I was about to board the bus when he sort of let me board the bus first. I tapped my card and suddenly the bus driver shouted, "NA WEI XIAO JIE!" (HELLO THAT MISS!)

I got stunned then panicked because erm..because of something that I probably shouldn't mention on a public blog and we all turned behind.

"NA GE DI ER GE!" (THE SECOND ONE!)

Which was me..

And he asked me to tap my card again, my heart was beating damn fast and I was thinking all sorts of excuses. Get me, my so-called fear of offence wasn't that I didn't tap my card. I DID.

So I had to give way to all the passengers and it was damn embarrassing! That guy must have thought I was such a loser or something. I tapped my card and to my humungous relief, that was it. HAHA. So my friends and I sat down at the front seats that faced each other and I happened to take the seat that faced toward the back and I could like see him. After that when we alighted the bus at South Spine I took a peek at him and omg he was looking at me.

See? See what no good looking guys in NTU has made me become.

I raved about my birthday experience to Desmond today. OMG, i still can't get over how fun it was =D

I saw Sam too, nice hair ah! LOL.

Happy Happy

I think I've had the best bday celebration ever. Actually, the most fun. I had a test for my public policy mod yest and I was freaking late. I've never walked so fast before and I was still panting halfway through the paper! And it was more difficult than the previous one, but I managed to somehow do slightly better than the 1st test, amazingly. What's wrong with Uni people?

Maybe it's expected. Like all the jc muggers will go uni right? And they're still mugging and that's damn annoying. I was actually quite happy with my marks. I turned behind and saw this guy's score was like a few points higher, so I got damn turned off.

So after that I went to Jurong Point and bought some Famous Amos cookies and a book by Nicholas Sparks, which I wouldn't have bought if Desmond Tan replied my msg last week. It pisses me off totally. I hate people to ignore my messages. It's like a form of politeness right? Waste $17.12 you know.

I waited at the Taxi Stand for Bernie and Suresh's cab from work to come and we went to Suresh's hotel, actually, he's just staying there from the time being because he's from India, and we had our dinner at a North Indian cuisine restaurant there. It's at Park Royal. I've never been to Little India since maybe like 10 years ago. The food was not bad. And Suresh paid for dinner because it was like my bday treat or something. Then we went to his room. Omg! My first time in a hotel room in Singapore. I think it's quite nice. There was even a table for him to do work on and the decor is really nice.

So after that Bernie very nicely sent me to Outram Park station and I met Fatty at Tiong Bahru MRT station. Then we headed to Clarke Quay! Oh, Fatty had an Overseas call to make and while he was talking, I went to this shop called Girl's Talk and bought some hair accessories! Omg, there was this red rubber band with two plastic sweets with balls in it and I bought it! It was quite cheap..I also bought a red headband and another purple rubber band.

So we walked to Clarke Quay and we were deciding between this place called Singapore Sling and another called Pyramisa. I saw 2 belly dancers standing outside so of course I chose the Pyramisa right. And it was Egyptian themed. MY FAVOURITE!

Omg, the best thing was it was ladies' night and this drink called Gancia something was on free flow. Some ladies' champange and it was lovely! And And! There was a snake charmer show too and the best thing was you do not need to pay for an entrance fee!!! OMG right. So the snake charmer took out the first snake, a Sand Boa, which is typically non-poisonous and he dared any lady to go up and touch and kiss the snake.

I've never seen a snake real-life before, nor got to touch it, so I threw up both of my hands and they asked me to go up! The snake was smooth and I don't know, meaty. So mucular and sexy. Er..okay. Anyway, they dared me to kiss it so I kissed it. So nice!! And it was a 2 headed Sand Boa, 38 years old. Almost 2 times older than me! Cool.

Then after that they played the snake charmer song and took out this King Cobra. Omg, it was soo long, wasn't huge but it was long. It was hissing with it's mouth open and all that. The guy put it in his mouth! I was damn excited. My mouth was opened throughout the show. The place was very entertaining. And halfway through the performance, the cobra peed! Eews, it was frothy pee you know.

After that, Benson came and Linan and him sabo-ed me to go for some dumb dancing thing. OH NO. I have no dancing bone in my body. I can be flexible but no fluid movements for me please. And it was so embarrassing!!! The guy still ask me to shake my boobs. I couldn't help thinking he was trying to say I have small boobs huh...
And I got free gifts for being so sporting.

Then Linan made the DJ announce a HAPPY BIRTHDAY shoutout on the mic when it turned 12am. So nice! And after that the emcee guy came to sing the birthday song and stuff. I really feel so happy to have Fatty! Benson, Linan and I were eyeing the belly dancer's boobs, haha!
By the way, I feel so happy for Benson =D

After that we went to next door's Satay Club and have BBQ prawns, satay and stingray. Yummy! Then we cabbed home.

Fatty bought me a Swarovski necklace with a crucifix, er even though I'm not Christian. I am actually very anti-christ, but I love it! We're always so lucky to get these kind of surprises when we go out. That time was fireworks..HAHA.

When I reached home, I saw Yeti's package. OMG! I opened it and saw an Insufficient Memory notebook with a card and postcard of me and yeti in it. SO NICE!! And the pen, the lil' coffee cup looks so edible, haha! And her card had 9 squares that could be scratched and if I got 3 matching pairs of a picture like a coffee cup, she's have to treat me to coffee. I scratched and I got 3 presents, meaning it's a surprise gift! Haha.

THANK YOU YETI!!!!!

And one of my other module project group mate bought me a small vial of Givenchy perfume and a bear. Very sweet of her!

And birthday wishes. I got to talk with Shumei again. It's quite nice after so long =)
Omg, and thinking about what she's going through, her As and stuff reminds me of last year. Horrible. All the best man!

My parents gave me ang pao money! Yay. And my eldest sister went Hong Kong with my niece recently, and she bought me this Nightmare Before Christmas thing because it was Halloween time there and when you pull Jack, it'll vibrate and his limbs will be like flying everywhere! Haha.

All in all, I feel quite blessed. I don't think much of birthdays. I actually only remembered my birthday the day before, but my friends made my 20th bday very special for me =))))))

Sankyu!

BAH HUMBUG.

2 months of school and I'm already sick of it. 2 days of school after recess week and I'm already looking forward to the December hols. How sick am I? That sick.

I'm getting more and more irritated with Singapore. Just the other day we were watching the F1 Grand Prix on tv and I saw all the grid girls and it was a total turnoff. Omg, the bellies. So flabby and white. Shouldn't the government do something about it? I think it's a real face-thrower, what with all the tourists coming in and everything and all they get to see are ugly girls and cars zooming past them 61 times at 300+/-km/hr.

Am I promoting the discrimination of outer beauty? No.

Why is it that only the yucky(rhymes with ugly) join in such stuff? Oh, maybe because of the miserable prize money? $20, 000? Is that little? I don't know.

Everytime I flip through some Maxim/FHM magazine I cringe. Not because of the explicit content, but because of the gross looking typical Singaporean girls that get featured in them. This is what I think what the people who chose the girls in such local magazines think of when I see the kind of girls getting featured in them..

HUH. Oh, this girl got big boobs, lets feature her. Oh oh, don't care about her fitness or toneness of her body, guys just want the boobs.

Maybe it's true, that guys just want to look at the boobs, but don't they get disgusted by the tummy and flat-toned legs? No muscles you know.
About the point of flipping through such magazines. I just happen to be interested why so many ham-sup men in Singapore drool over girls in there so I just wanna take a look. Other times it's because I see a not bad looking one on the cover so I just browse through.

And talking about girls. I'm so sick of seeing Fiona Xie being the over-used sex symbol, all because of her boobs. Sometimes she's tolerable. Sometimes the way she just act in front of the camera is totally annoying. Its so bloody pathetic how they use her. Get me though, I have no problem with boobs. It's the same with Felicia Chin. Her over zealous smile and prolonging trying-to-open-the-eyes-wider-to-make-it-look-bigger is really starting to annoy me.

AND AND AND. Why is there virtually no originality in Singapore TV programmes nowadays? The CrimebusterX2 reminds me of Cold Case, that stupid show with Thomas Ong acting as a plastic surgeon reminds me of Nip/Tuck, Don't Forget the Lyrics in the US and now it's in Singapore, The Showdown reminds me of this US celebrity fighting it out show(I forgot what the name is), Wheel of Fortune, Who wants to be a Millionaire, etc etc. Boring!

One thing I have to say though. I think the recent 100% Manny (Adrian Pang acting nanny for his sister's daughter) is not bad though, quite funny.

Thinking about the US. I really think Caucasians have it all. The perfect features. Deep-set eyes, oh different coloured pupils, sharp noses (most of the time), chiselled features, the different coloured hair, skin tones and don't forget the body. So much better than the Chinese or whatever Asians.

The same could not be said for the way they view us I guess. They always say all the chinese look-alike and some of my friends say the Americans/caucasians all look alike but I beg to differ.

When we talk about accents, I like the American one the most. Many say they hate it, because it's inaccurate and whatnot but I think differently. I hate the British accent. It's very irritating sometimes.

Anyway, I'm thinking of joining this logo design comp in my school for this Earth Observatory being built in NTU. But I think I stand little chance of winning.

Maybe our government should allow genetical engineering of babies. Every single day I go to school for lessons make me feel the chance of getting to know/get attach with the opposite sex in the future gets lesser and lesser.
The sad fact is that even looking at the limited number of caucasians (male and female) in my school and standing a higher chance of seeing a relatively not bad one beats spotting a not-bad looking Singaporean.

Am I truly eye-candy starved in Singagpore? Or is it that I prefer caucasians? Can't be.
Oh! Or is it my standards are too high?

I don't know if its me, but sometimes when I travel to school and walk around school I keep getting looks from people. I'm not a social person, so I get very scared when I see more than 3 people looking at me. It's weird and I'll worry that there's something on my face or I stink.

Guess that's what I'm afraid of most. Public Humiliation.

Soccer and Crushes.

I just finished watching She's the Man, and although I watched it in the cinema when it came out 2 years ago, I just had this sudden urge to see it. Plus, my favourite urban ninja's acting as the asshole. HAHA. I came to this conclusion after watching the show, for the 2nd time..

Channing Tatum's omfg-ly hot. I mean, all along I've known it but I don't know. Just had to say this straight after watching the show. You can't expect me to turn around and announce it to my sister who's watching her gay porn or something..

Just to state this for those who haven't watched the show. It's about this girl who has a twin brother that's transferring to a new school, and she's taking his place since he's skipping school for a concert in London to play against her own school's soccer boy team, because her boyfriend and the coach didn't believe that girls could play soccer or something.

And I was just talking to Bernie when he said doesn't it remind me of myself?

I mean, not the girl dressing as a guy part, even though sometimes I think I act like one and I think I sometimes dress worse than one, but the playing soccer with guys part.

Anyway, when I was working at my sister's company, RLCS that's working with DaimlerChrysler and we deal with Mercedes Benz parts and stuff so almost every Wednesday we had a soccer game. I wanted to join in for fun, so Bernie asked me to join them for car pool to this place after work.

And soooo it came to a point when this German guy, (He was on this apprenticeship. Apparently, the German schooling system is DAMN cool.) who I was totally crushing on, is bloody good at soccer and Bernie managed to make friends with him and asked him to join us and I got to play with him. Bloody hell. I tell you, the locker room scene was almost identical to a scene I faced with David(the hot German dude) changing behind the car. Nose bleed time!!

And I got to make friends with him and and and...even had dinner together. Actually, I really do have to thank Bernie for helping me with David.. Ahhh~
The shit thing was that everytime he came near me my throat just clenched up and freeze. I just stood there like an idiot. Shit shit shit.

So one Wednesday night after soccer, one of the nice soccermates dropped us off at Jurong East and we went to some hawker center for a quick dinner. The worst thing was that David was still wearing his stupid boots and he was walking around the place in it! And he looked nonchalent. If it's some normal guy I'd just think he's a loser, BUT. Okay, I know, superficial. He's THAT hot okay.

Then he ordered some Western food set and a bottle of Tiger beer. I know Germans like their beer, but dinner?! And I don't know. Okay, I don't care about that.

OMG. Did I mention that I'd always ask Bernie to pass ball with me, I mean I'll bring my rugby ball along and he actually came to pass with us. Yeehar!
I don't know if it's an age thing but the guys at soccer got tired pretty quickly. Bernie said I'm inhuman though. BUT. David is...undescribable. At soccer. He's reliable and I can count on him backing me up. I can't really kick or attack or whatever you call it in soccer but I can defend well enough. I'm actually quite good at intercepting/stealing people's ball.

Anyway, the last week I got to work there was quite sad, because soccer was cancelled. Bloody hell. But David couldn't come anyway, because it's his birthday, so, whatever. HAHA.

Think I'm suddenly raving over him because there are no eligible men in NTU. At all. And I just so happen to watch the movie and..you know, random thoughts lead to random blogging.
It's sad, boring and it totally proves my Singapore-has-no-good-looking-guys-at-all point. As in BORN-SINGAPOREAN.
There's actually much more hope in looking at girls.

Now there's satisfaction. Hnn.

booze and bastards.

I met up with Yeti on Friday afternoon and it was really fun because it's been a long time since we've last met up. I miss you! And by the way, Happy 20th Birthday! She just put on braces and finally got to gain some weight back with a rum and raisin brownie, omg, haha! And after that we went Cedele for an early dinner. I think I experienced the longest dinner time I've ever had in my life, not to mention a dinner time with me chopping her noodles. HAHA.

It was a really good time for us to catch up and share what we've learned in our respective courses.

So after that Yeti took the bus back with me and I dropped off at Clementi and I dropped off at Holland V to meet Fatty, Benson and friends. Fatty had to leave early so I stayed, to drink. And after that we went Bukit Timah and I saw like a few old classmates there. I felt a bit woozy and had to squint to even see properly.

And the next day, my mom said she heard me snoring very loudly and she's kinda treating me quite strictly these few days because she found out from my dad that I was drinking. DUH.
Anyway, I was nice seeing Benson after sooo long. And omg, he brought this girl called Liping who was in PJ during the 1st 3 months of the year and recognized me because of Yuhan. And everytime I think of him I think about me screaming at him and his bloody shocked face. HAHA! Classic.

I met up with Desmond this afternoon for lunch and omg, we went into zara because apparently my bought-in-cambodia (which everyone else said is nice) was very cheena and ugly. But I didn't get a shirt, he spotted this grey jeans, for $59.90! OMG right. So I quickly bought it.

Good deal good deal :D

fox foxy foxed

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod Megan Fox is omfg-ly hot.
I saw her GQ photo shoot photos after seeing Britney bald.
Guess I don't need to say that I really think I'm bi.
I totally envisioned her naked beneath her skimpy bikini.

Or is this..normal?

I don't know and I don't care.
I'm a boobs kind of girl and she's tempting me there.

Someone please cuff me.

HAPPY BERT-DAY!

HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY, ERNIKINS!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you, if you sang the birthday song for Ernie in your heart or msged me to tell him to have a happy bday! Ernie appreciates it and asked if there's a cake involved =D

Love you, Ernie!





I wonder why people hates Ernie and thinks that I'm childish =((

Oh dear government, don't sue me for going against your campaign for more babies!

That day I was in parent's car on the way to school when I suddenly thought about kids, having them, in general. I mean, I've always known I don't like them, much less want to have them, but also, I think they might be my last plan for retirement.

Because,

Having kid/s = money = stretchmarks = more possibility of man having an affair = undue stress = post-natal depression = more carbon footprint on our already dying Earth = etc etc

Let's talk first about money. Money, one of the main things why we slog so hard in school and backstab others for that promotion in work, because promotion equals more money. See, kids nowadays demand, indirectly or directly money from parents. Check out the latest toys they have in stores. What happened to pick-up sticks and using fallen leaves in garden, wrapping up stones as ketupat or whatever?!

Ohmygod, and that's not the worst thing. Last time we had gameboys, now? PSP. I think there are still kids playing gameboys though. Anyway, have you looked around in public places and realise that nowadays, even kids in primary schools carry a bloody cellphone that looks like it's a few hundred models after your own? See? MONEY. I guess we don't have to pamper our kids, that much. But everything nowadays seem to be a necessity where in the old days, our days, it's an indulgence.

Bringing up a child needs a lot of money. School fees, money to pay for school books, bus fares, school bags, shoes, for the maid, tuition fees, extra classes in piano or whatever. Everything's increasing. Money is quite important to me, so I really don't see a point in spending so much for another person in the family. Selfishness. I don't think I can give my love to a child besides my husband. Maybe I could, if I love him that much.

Next, the other factors that comes with pregnancy. STRETCHMARKS! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod. Didn't the bible or something said the our body is a temple? I think having a baby = stretchmarks is overdoing it. It's such a big sacrifice. I'm too selfish for it. Furthermore, there are hardly any men in this world that really treasure what their wives do for them anymore. I have THAT little faith in them.

So, with stretchmarks and loose skin and gained weight comes the higher possiblity of the husband having an affair. I understand the female temptation. But I don't agree with it. It's just like porn. I don't see why men need to see it and their stupid excuse of 'if you say you've not watched porn, you're lying'. Come on, did our cavemen Neanderthals ancestors had the chance to use a computer and type P-O-R-N on Google and click on the 1st website they see and get that ultimate pleasure? HUH HUH? NO.

So if you want to argue that they didn't need to! They had naked woman running around them last time!

Ya right. What about our ICE AGE ancestors?! What, naked ice age woman running around with their boobs swinging while hunting that Mammoth? Hello, don't say women didn't have a part in hunting last time. THEY DID. And don't be stupid to try and argue your case. If women can control their desires, SO CAN YOU. Its all a matter of the weakness of the mind. Sorry, I'm just a bit worked up. I understand that since you were young, you've been accessing to such sites, so maybe you're pardoned.

Okay, so post-natal depression. I'm pretty sure if I got pregnant, I'd have it. Really. I will. I haven't even got pregnant and I've gotten depression before, what would stretchmarks and a baby crying all night long do to my mind? Plus, the raging hormones.

Lastly, I've said before about I'd rather save an animal than a child. I don't know. I've always felt that humans receive enough help. You say it's precisely this reason why I think this way that there aren't enough people helping out the poor or orphans, but what about the animals? How many organisations are there to REALLY help animals and plants out? It's because of these extra people being given birth that it indirectly and directly contributing to global warming and the extinction of endangered species!

I don't want to have a child to increase the added CO2 in our atmosphere. I don't want to cause the Earth to die out faster because of my offspring. You might say that I'm going against Nature, but haven't human beings done enough of 'going-against-nature' already? I don't want my child to use stacks of foolscap paper in her whole life to kill more trees! I don't even want her breathing to decrease the levels of oxygen and increasing the CO2! I don't know why I say 'her'.

I'm selfish, steadfast on my beliefs and pessimistic. But at least I look at things in a different way. THE MORE REALISTIC WAY. And maybe very practical way.

I can't wait for human beings to die out. We will, soon. Maybe even my generation. I don't know.

I don't believe in a God. But if there's one, what's taking him so long?

Loch Ness Green.

Finally! The weekend is here again. Wuhoo!!

I just met fatty for dinner just now and omg I think he got thinner. Not bad ah! And he turned very tanned. I prefer the paler him. HAHA. But it was very nice meeting him again. Felt like it has been a long time since I've met up with him but actually I only met him last Saturday! I miss my cousin :))

By the way, last Saturday was my class outing to this restaurant at Park Mall called Kublai Khan or something like that. You'd think they'd serve Mongolian food, but I only ate Chinese, Japanese food there, and lots of ice cream!!! Couldn't find any Mongolian food. Turns out that that place's famous. That Big Long Gold (Da Chang Jing) the actress went there too. Well, it's damn bloody ex okay! $35.50 for a meal! But it's nice meeting my old classmates there. Fatty was the only guy who went though.

Where's Walter??!!!! =((

Anyway, we were about to start eating when this large group of Japanese school kids (really from Japan kind) with their teachers, marched in and started eating too. I think they weren't allowed to drink soft drinks, because their tables were supplied with bottled mineral water.

Then we went to see fireworks. Fatty and I met up with Kai Mun, his brother and their MI friends. OMG, because Kai Mun's family is from Hong Kong, his English is not so bad, but his brother was more used to speaking Cantonese because he's not studying here..

It took me 5 minutes to realise his name is TONY.

Me: Hi! My name is wener. What's your name?
Him: Er...my er...name...is Tongy
Me: HUH? Thongie?
Him: Tohhngy!
Me: Tong Li? (isn't that a girl's name?!)
Him: NO! NO! TOHHNGY!
Me: OH! OHMYGOD! TOH-KNEE! Hi Tony!

Ya, he seemed quite lonely and nobody like bothered to talk to him, so the good Singaporean me took the responsibility of trying to make him have a better impression of Singapore tried talking to him, even though I had to talk really slowly.

After that, we went drinking at Highlander's. We sat right beside the band stage thing and the window. We saw this middle-age couple making out and the pub-waiter rudely interrupting their wet kiss with their drinks and this transverstite wearing those cancer-patient hat with a denim tube struggling to keep her inproportionately humungous boobs from spilling out on the street.

Me: Eh eh Kai Mun (points at her boobs), you like right?!
KM: NO...So inproportionate. Too wierd!

Seriously, I think it looks fascinating. Not her/him, but the boobs. It's freaking rude to stare but you're just fixated on looking.

Fatty ordered this green medicine-syrup with froth-on-top looking drink called Loch Ness Monster and I ordered Iced Long Island Tea. Kai Mun thought I go all the way there and order normal tea okay! Haha.

So we had our HP101 Intro to Psych tutorial. It was quite interesting, like the one before. Me likey :D

Now I know so much more about sleeping and dreaming. Hnn.

Okay, shall end here, bye!

Yipee yi yay

I think I had an epiphany. I dreamed that I was in India, and this young girl was talking to me. Somehow in the dream it seemed like it was a documentary and this commentator was telling me that this Indian woman is a prostitute and has 8 kids, all girls, and 7 of which are child prostitutes too. I remember feeling very appalled by what I heard and I was thinking that I could do something to help, maybe try to ask the government to stop/prohibit/whatever this prostitution thing there.

This girl, she was one of the oldest of the eight kids and she's only 12. She was telling me not to, because if I did her mom would not be able to earn enough income for the family. I felt so bad for her. I mean, I know the only reason why they'd do that is because they don't have another choice to turn to. So that got me thinking. What if our own government or say our Prime Minister like donate a part of his salary to help these poor people? Like say, a miserable 5% of his 3.1 million dollars he's supposedly paid per year? HEY.

5% of that isn't little at all you know. It's a freaking S$155,000! HUH. And you go convert it to rupee or whatever and it may actually help 100 families or more! Hnn.

So I went to school today. It was raining cats and dogs, but luckily my father was very nice to fetch me there. Had my Intro to Public Policy lecture. Ohmygod. I made a new friend. I mean, I think I sorta knew him since the 2nd lecture, and he's always nice enough to say hi to me and all, but today we sorta finally talk/have a conversation with each other. And also, he was quite nice to walk me to the bus stop. Even though he said he had quite a lot of time before the next lesson.

And you know what's the best thing? My Intro to Public Policy teacher canceled the tutorial for tomorrow! Wuhoo! Oh Yea! But I gotta study and do my assignments though. Good time to catch up some lurvin' with my books. Dammit.

Okay, bye!

hilarious baby

I just woke up. I mean, I was dreaming halfway when my sis barged into the room and starting demanding me to wake up, without her usual kisses(damn irritating, I tell you) and asked me to answer the phone.

I remember the dream. It's so freaking weird. I dreamed that I was in my house with my parents and my eldest sister came over with her husband and Hele. Omg, then Mr Tan came in. With his assistant. As in the Mr Tan. My favourite Mr Tan that taught me art and wore CK electric like there's no tomorrow. I remember trying to trail behind him, trying to bask in the smell of the cologne but I couldn't smell a thing. And then came the assistant.

She gave me a what-are-you-lookin'-at-slut? face and followed him into the house.
And the house was by the sea. So not singapore-ish can. I asked what did he want for drinks then he told me his assistant will handle stuff and she gave me this killer look. Somehow in the dream I kinda knew she'd kill me or try to.

I was walking around the house and I was talking to my sisters when I told them about her and her plot to murder me. Then they gave me the look that she's behind you look so I turned around and saw her sitting there looking at me. Omg and I saw that she stucked some stupid yellow post-it on my shoulder, and was trying to kill me with a post-it-papercut to slash open my jugular and bleed to death! This entry is really stupid. But I can't believe I'll even dream of such a stupid dream. Seriously.

Anyway, I was surfing some stupid video on youtube when I went to search for parkour ones and found this vid by punchrobert.com's Urban Ninja. Even though he doesn't do parkour in them.
Crazy shit I tell you. I kept laughing at urban ninja two. He's dressed as this ninja and he goes around hiding in bushes and running out to scare people in the park, mall or whatever. And he even tried to stop a car and a dog. HAHA!!! The best part is the way he runs. You know, so stereotypical ninja-style. Like those period dramas(gu zhuang) and how those wu xia(kung-fu warrior) will run with one hand stretched out in front and the other I don't know where.

And I realised I've seen him somewhere. Turned out he's acted in She's the Man, Step Up 2 and You've Got Served. All 3 that I've watched before. His vids are damn funny. He has too-good acting skills and brilliant accents/slang whatever and a killer sense of humour. I nearly died watching the Soulmate.

PunchRobert.com man.

By the way, MICHEAL PHELP'S ON KELLOGS CORN FLAKES CEREAL BOX! Cute.

Today.

I heard about the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics and that it was really nice. Feel a bit annoyed that I missed it. Must have been much better than our own NDP.
OMG. I think they should seriously sack the costume designer for the show. I think the only nice thing was the Black Knights doing the stunts and maybe the water fountains doing their 30m high displays.

Why aren't there female pilots?!

I'm not sure if I should join any cca. Thinking of either Touch Rugby again or Futsal. I don't even know if I'll have the time or want to commit to anything.

Quite sick of everything now. Feel really bored with everything.



Death Today
Crimson red it streams through the edge
A thousand wounds it bleeds from ravage
The emptiness that is deep inside
Even monsters hide from you in sight
When you've got nothing more to give
So we begin losing the will to live
This darkness that haunts at night
To the horror that shuns the light
Perverse pleasure we gain from cuts
Intense euphoria that stems through drugs
Death today, Death tomorrow, Death's today.

Pearls and going ons.

So I've had two proper day's of lessons and I'm already bored of school. Seriously, I'm still in the long-time-never-wake-up-early-for-anything mood. Ahhh.

Anyway. I spent my 2 days of no-school, which was Tuesday and Wednesday over stupid stuff. Seriously, I was busy trying to add the stupid courses on the bloody STARS system which is so not IT-idiot proof(for me) and there were literally no vacancies left. Bloody hell. And trying to study the Basic Theory book on Tuesday. I kept having the feeling that I was going to fail it, and when I read the stupid brochure saying that if I failed the BTT then I'd have to retake, everything.

What a really good way to earn our money right?

So I panicked then mug like a good JC student was supposed to mug for As that night. And on Wednesday I was supposed to go for the test then go town with Ms Tracy Lee. Haha. So I took this 105 bus near the Clementi MRT. Oh, I've really got to say that I'm so stupid. I should have started taking the driving lessons before I moved. I only needed to take 1 bus, but now it's so troublesome! Still have to switch buses!

So the 188 ride to the bbdc was freaking torturous and long. Nearly died of anxiety and hair loss. I was so stressed that I was driven to the point of pulling my hair to relieve the stress. Oh, and I had massive diarrhea too. All from the stress, you see. Haha.

Anyway, there I was, reaching damn bloody late and totally blur of what exactly to do. I thought I could just choose a place like I had to for the BTE and stuff when the traffic guy invigilating the room screamed, "EH GIRL, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!?"

Then I think he pitied me because of my obvious inward cringe at the total embarrassment and he said, "Show me your IC."

I swear, he took the longest time to slowly check my IC photo against my face, and match my name against the stupid piece of paper printed. So I sat down and did my mantra, chanting like mad that I could do it and started doing the test.

Halfway, I was thirsty so I took out my bottle to have a drink. I was thinking very hard on a question so the opened bottle was still in my hand and my hand was resting on the table when...

"GIRL YOU BETTER CLOSE YOUR BOTTLE!!!!"

Shit. I bet he's out to embarrass me. Really.

Anyway, after that I felt very irritated with him and continued to do the test. Then suddenly, again...

"HEY YOU! KEEP YOUR EYES TO YOUR OWN SCREEN!!!"

I faster looked up and to my ill-concealed glee he scolded this Indian guy sitting right in front of me. That traffic guy is freaking scary, I tell you.

So I finished the test and pressed the END TEST button and prayed like a mad pig on steroids and I PASSED!!!!! So happy. I just stood up damn quickly and skipped to the door. I was thinking whether I should ask the traffic guy if I was supposed to do anything but I suddenly had the image of him screaming instructions at me in front of the class so I left.

Called Tracy and we decided to go her house first. Took the bus and I read the stupid piece of paper they gave us telling us what to do after passing the test and realised I didn't print the result! So I panicked and got off the bus. Then I called Tracy. She said it's not urgent so I thought of going to take the bus to the nearest LRT then I thought of the money I'd be wasting.

In the end I walked to the station and took the train. Neighbourhood places are such hell-holes. I'm not looking down or anything. It's just so crowded, and dirty, and aunty-infested. I may become one next time, but ahhh, wait until then k.

We had stingray at a food court near Bukit Panjang for dinner and we had no choice but to sit at the Smoking area. I could literally feel my lungs clotted with tar and shit. Damn sick. I hate smokers.

Oh one of my life's ambition is to try all the BBQ stingrays over Singapore =D

Yummy.

The next day was Thursday and I met Tracy for lunch at NTU's South Spine canteen. Damn funny. We tried the chicken rice which had a bit of uncooked rice and chicken, seriously gross and then we decided to get the Soya Bean drink at the Mr Bean. I decided to get the Icy Soya Milk and then the cashier asked, "Do you want PEARLY??", in her China accent.

Immediately, I looked over at Tracy and she looked at me and we both burst out laughing. Tracy finally said, "One have, one don't have."

"Huh?" Again, China girl.

Me: "Er..one have Pearly, the other one don't add the Pearlys."

I love making fun of people. Bloody mean, I am.

Tracy and I kept laughing all the way. So we were walking to the Popular side and realised that there was this old suspicious-looking sofa behind the store, so we sat on the arm-rests, in fear of the old springs not being able to take our weight.

Had this strong urge to irritate my Tracy then.

"So how's your Pearly?"

That ends this post.

HAPPY DAY!

Today was supposedly my first day of school. Anyway, I was busy getting ready for school and when I left my room, all ready to leave, my mom said she'd fetch me there since their going IMM too. YAY.

So I was totally lost at school and for the first time I was quite glad that my parents made me go early. I saw Patrick Thongs there and he nicely came to help me. THANK YOU!! 

Oh and I finally got a whiff of your "written sior". Me likey! ;)

 

Turns out that I don't have any lessons today! So by right my first day of school is this Thursday. Damn dumb. I still had a very bad sleepless night, tossing and turning in bed.

I only found out after this girl nicely came over to tell me there's no lesson today. I guess it's because she saw me knocking the door like mad and kicking it viciously. Guess she didn't want the poor door to be tortured. 

Anyway, I was damn pissed with myself. I called my parents and they very very very nicely came all the way back to pick me up to IMM.

We had lunch there and we went to check out this computer shop which sold a lot of Apple products and started choosing the stuff. OMG. $1988 for the MacBook, which I'm using right now to type this post! And there are the pocket sleeve to carry around, the keyboard protector, screen protector and the crystal case thing, and last of all, this 2 in 1 wire or wireless mouse as freebies!! 

Soooooooooo happy. Seriously. We actually were thinking about getting the stuff at SimLim instead because apparently my dad said he could get $50 less.

But the guy said the white mouse isn't available yet so they'll go collect it another day. Oh, happy day!

Alright, shall end here. Gotta go charge up the laptop already. BYE!

The Aftermaths of Drunkology.

I haven been busy watching Dexter throughout the weekend. I don't have the last two eps because apparently my 4gig thumbdrive couldn't fit in anymore eps. ARGH.

Anyway, I found an earlier slot for my BTT. Not sure if I have lessons around that time though. Ahhh.

I've been watching youtube vids of Avenged Sevenfold, Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance. OH. MY. GOD. I so want to get the first album for MCR, 3 cheers for sweet revenge. And maybe I should go get The Black Parade again. Apparently, Desmond lost my album.

If you ask me, I'm really an OC on my books and CDs. I hate it if I lend you a book of mine and you don't take care of it, especially when they come back with wrinkles on their spines and creased covers. HEY! How about I give you a wrinkled spine, huh? Would you like it!? And my CDs. Eventhough I might just rip them then put them in my cupboard, now and then I take the dvds out and watch again, okay.

It's not like my paranoia of cleanliness. I think people close to me will know I'm quite particular about that. I can't describe it. I'm not particularly clean, but I really 100% hate smelly people, especially those who have body odour. I mean, like Walter said last time, it's a form of respect.

You don't want to breathe in other people's body odour right? And just so you know, body odour is a result of bacteria flying around out of your apparently disgusting clogged up sweat glands. And whatever shit. I totally hate people with body odour. Seriously, they are the number one people that I detest.

Maybe you can say it's not their fault. Some people are just genetically inclined to be born with it. Oh, why don't you say that we're supposedly supposed to be born in a society where our so-called educated culture demands you to at least do something about it! Like say, a BO removing surgery or something. Whatever, I don't care.

It gets to a point where I'll even shoot you totally digusting looks if I find out you're the BO man. Or woman. Trust me, I think I have a nose like a canine's.
It's so sensitive I even smelt my teacher's perfume before she even entered my class 15 seconds before when I was in primary school. Maybe she drenched herself in it but how about I can even smell the bloody durian smell on the 1st floor of my old place, even before I stepped into the house and find out that my parents actually ate the bloody durian already and brought the durian home through the basement and not the 1st floor!?

One important thing to note is that the basement is kinda open air, but even so! Not bad right. So I'm particularly sensitive to smells. Seriously. There was once this guy in my class who had such a delicious smell in my secondary school, and he sat in front of me during a mock exam. Well, you should know that I nearly fainted from it. And I got really hungry. Okay, this is wierd. Too personal!

Anyway, talking about cleanliness. I learned that alcohol throws off a lot of your inhibitions and I think it's probably very true. Like when I get really high, I ALWAYS need to pee and like the other day I used this hawker center's toilet and OHMYGOD. I swear its freaking filthy but I just peed on the squatting pan and leaned my head against the wall while relishing the release of a high tide.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!

Can you even imagine all the disgusting HDB uncle and aunties like shitting then giving the ultra shiok face then start digging for gold in the two neighbouring cavities just below and in between their eyes!? And here comes the worst part. When they strike gold they give the super triumphant face and proceed to paste it on the soiled yellowish-white tiled wall!!!!!!

And imagine their little gold pieces getting stuck to my hair when I finish peeing and start grasping the wall to stand up with effort. Okay, now I want to puke.

Talking about drinking. I think I really am a hazardous drinker. In some ways to the immediate people around me. The first time I got drunk I nearly jumped into the Singapore River. And proceeded to kiss and hug almost anyone who came to help. Hnn. Okay, slot that embarassing memory into that door behind the shelf.

So. The second time I got drunk was with Tracy and Fatty. I tell you. It's all because of that horrendous china or japanese wine fatty chose. I never had a hangover worse than that next day. Whew. Well, that time there was a Merlion incident in my room. I puked on Tracy's hand. These are what true and best friends are for. Really.

So that night we drank, I wasn't even that high, until that horrible last freaking cup. I gulped it all down like some macho japanese man and just immediately lay back on the pooldeck chair and konked out. And after that some really hilarious thing happened and Tracy helped me back to my home. She stayed over that night. But when we got into the room and I was lying down on the bed. I just suddenly sat up like those zombie emerging from coffins in the movies and Tracy saw my "I-totally-need-to-puke-dude" face and she said, "Oh no. Oh no no no. Wener, wait, go to the toilet. No! Wait I find a bag!"

In my that highly drunk state of mind, I thought I saw her opening her bag. Hmm.

Anyway, I just leaned over the side of my bed and puked my stomach contents on the floor, and a bit of my bed sheet. Eews right. Tracy, at the same time, flew to my aide and tried to stopper my mouth with her hands. I love her. Seriously. I don't even know if I'll do that. Maybe I'll just like cup my hands below the puker but never so near the mouth! I tell you, this puking thing. It's a bonder of sorts. As in, a friendship bonding thing.

And after that she and I pulled out the sheets and she asked me what should she do with it. I calmly replied her(please remember that I'm drunk), "Throw it away."
Wow. My mother's $100 sheets. In the bin.
Then I tried thinking really hard after her, "HUH?!"
"Er...I think a not-drunk person would say stuff it in the bag and wash it tomorrow?"

Of course you should probably know my mother does not approve or know about my drinking habits, not that I drink very often. But still...

So the third time, and it happened quite recently before my dear Fatty went back to China and I was with him and Kai Mun, drinking under the block. We bought two bottles of wine. Just enought to get one slightly high but not drunk yet.
I was bloody talking in some american accent that I seriously couldn't get rid of! What the hell right!

Even Linan said I sounded quite real. I remember trying very hard to stop with the accent.
Wener's thoughts : "Come on, Singlish, where's my Singlish? Tan Wen Er, stop this."

And the funny part was Kai Mun trying to follow me with his cheena american accent. HAHA! Linan just sat back and laugh. Oh, after that I had a bet with Linan whether I could lift Kai Mun up. I just went behind that poor half-ass drunk guy and hugged around his tummy and heaved.

Turned out he went to heave out his puke along some pillar straight after that. And I specifically remember going to him when he was puking to tell him, "Hey, don't just puke in one spot. Why don't you puke other places as well??"

Seriously, pure entertainment or what?