The stray cats down at the void deck seems to be spawning new blood for the past 6 weeks or so. And I really do mean spawning.

I see so many new kittens every now and then. And it's not helping that all these kitties inherited the 'scaredey-cat' trait from their parents. Trust me, they're like the jumpiest cats around! I've never seen anything more paranoid and stressed out over the littlest thing. Little things like the jingle of my keys.

When I was younger, there had been a really friendly cat at the void deck. Then I would always play with it on the way home. There was once I especially went down to the void deck just to play with it. That's how pathetic things get when you don't have a pet.

And that was as friendly as the cats around here got. It's such a shame. These cats have become so elusive and amazingly quick at evading impending human activity. The closest I got to one was around 2 to 3 metres.

Anyways, I've long outgrown that having-a-pet thing. So troublesome. The last thing I'd want is to implicate myself further with additional responsibilities. There's really so much more to having pets than just playing with them. Well, and that's exactly what I like to do. But playing with others' pets will do just fine for me.

Talking about pets, there's this really hot and fresh campaign on sterilising your pets. You know of those huge poster stands at bus-stops, right? So the poster showed the photograph of a hamster. A hamster with the front half of its body out of a condom. And the slogan read: "You can't teach your pets to play it safe. Sterilise them." or something of that effect. I was awed by the boldness of the poster. Yet it was really a matter of fact. So cool lah! Then I caught sight of another one of those last week.

The poster showed a mid-grown kitty playfully reaching up for something. That something was a partially inflated condom. Woo hoo!~ I had exclaimed to a friend: "How can they advertise such thing?" But actually I really liked it cos the idea was really good. And it's kinda cute too. Actually, it's really adorable. I haven't by any chance seen any other versions of the campaign, and I really look forward to seeing cooler versions!

We, as citizens in our society, are very poor things. We are inflexible and rigid. We think in really straight lines. Anything wavy or crooked is wrong, weird, funny, and 'cannot one lah!'. Yet they're pushing us to be innovative and creative. Gimme a break! Why don't you just fly me to the moon?!

To seriously unleash the creative streak in everyone(yes, I believe everyone is full of funky ideas), they've gotta be doing more. Not just pure talk. All talk, no action means talking cock. Talking cock means one ear in, the other out lah.

Like "Pizza don't have to be round," (Courtesy of Hairianto). Cos we were at Tampines eating triangular pizzas. Then I was commenting on how pizzas should be round. See lah, that's the whole freakin' stereotype. We must strive to combat stereotypical views and support non-conformity. But then, it should be such that we don't irritate people and disrespect people. That's not non-comforming anymore. That's rebellious. And there's a really fine line between the two.

Combatting stereotypical views and supporting non-conformity:

• School day so what? Still can stay out late and have fun.
• Forgetting something doesn't mean: "Aiyah, die liao lah, die liao lah!"
• Tattoos are fabulous artworks despite what people say.
• Publicising negative opinions.
• etc, etc...

I've recently been eating lotsa laksa. I used to evade the thought of eating it at all costs, fearing unnecessarily for my health. But now, it's kinda a different situation altogether. There's really nothing wrong with consuming all those fats down. It think a while ago they were campaigning on healthy eating. And suggested eating laksa and leaving the gravy alone. Like hello?! What's laksa without the gravy? Might as well just eat boiled noodles right? However, that doesn't mean that I finish after my laksa with a bowl so clean that you'd wonder why the dishwashing lady still has her job.

My 'Material Needs' list hasn't seen any movement in recent weeks. I only see one item being struck out. And since then, it's been stagnant. So poor thing, me. I haven't got a cool phone, nice MP3 player, functional digicam, well-functioning stereo system... and so the list goes one. But I think I can look forward to striking out "Polo Ralph Lauren Blue".

Cos yesterday at Tampines, I saw the Christmas gift pack for it. And it was going at a pretty good deal. I'm not gonna sit around to 'consider'. It'll only jeopardize my happiness and fill me with regret later. What for, right?

I really like the fragrance. Smelled one friend wearing it. And I successfully identified it, which kinda left the guy in awe. Haha!...

Back in a few...

See? Told you Sunday wasn't gonna rain.

I got a tanned nicely on the arms and slightly on the face. But I wasn't burnt!...

I piled on my sunblock and felt the strong sunshine searing on my skin's surface, which by the way feels pretty good. But I hadn't feared, for I had my sunscreen protection, so I felt safe enough to bask in the sun.

Let's say we've gone back a few hours and it's a Sunday instead...

Today, I passed my Kayaking 1 Star Personal Skill Award. Got my certificate too. Today had been most fun. We were capsizing like nobody's business, then we had to go rescue one another in the 'open waters'. Yet it was very fun. I'm glad that I only needed to capsize once for today. I had more chances rescuing people instead.

I was sleeping a while ago, feeling really exhausted from the day's activity. However, much to my dismal, my peaceful sleep was interrupted. That I'm really enraged and pissed. That's the very thing that I hate so much. I hate the ugly, lifeless and glaring yellowwish white light from the old and disgusting long fluorescent tube ravaging through my eyelids to wreck the peaceful sleep that I was having. It's atrocious!

That's why I'm still up at this kind of crappy hour. I don't usually stay up. I enjoy sleeping very much, thank you.

Sleeping makes me feel good, makes me feel nice, makes me smile. I really hate to be negative, but interrupting my sleep is like the last bad thing you'd ever wanna do to me. It strikes the evil chord in me. It's like unleashing the beast in me.

I hate my house anyway. The layout sucks. That's why I have my mother switch on that freakin' fluorescent tube while I'm sleeping and that's why I'm now typing in the dark while someone else is sleeping. Everything's off balance. Things are placed where they're not really supposed to be.

I'll have my own house one day.

Kayaking One Star

While the morning sun was up and shining, I was over at Kallang Sea Sports Club for my One Star Kayaking. I've waited long enough. It had been a great day. Got them blood pumping. And that little bit of sunshine exposure seems to make my hair all nice and swishy.

Lucky it was single kayak. All on my own and stuff, really fantastic. But the whole kayak was so freakin' light, hence being very sensitive to the smallest strokes. So most of the time, I was just trying to get the front of the craft to point to the direction of travel. But generally, I had fun!

The heavens had been pretty merciful on us. Only occasional short periods of drizzle. But still, I'd have preferred a little more sunshine. It's not like everyday that I get out into the bright sunshine.

The capsize drill had been really bad. I had to intentionally capsize twice cos I didn't capsize correctly(!!!) the first time. All that water were rushing freely into my nostrils. We changed the venue of the capsize drill cos at the beach we were originally at, the water was freakin' filthy. Not to forget that there was a bloated cat carcass drifting alongside us. Of course there was the smell!

I think I should do this very frequently. I think I've a greater affinity with the sea. But it seems that I'll always become really sleepy after the whole activity ends. Think that's what water does to you. And it's not helping that my whole body's aching. Don't ask me how, my whole body just aches, just except for my arms. Strange eh?

Something tells me that tomorrow's gonna be a day when the sun'll shine on with fervour, and those wretched dark clouds will be banished to some place far far away. Which means I'll be roasted, perhaps burnt out too. But I'm cool with that. I know it's very damaging to the skin, but a little damage at times won't do much harm, will it?

I always find it a wee bit embarrassing to pile on sunblock in front of people. I'll usually secretly do it, or do it way beforehand, which by the time I get exposed to the sun, the protection wears off. I think sunscreen should come in a liquid form in a spray can. Kinda like those mozzie and insect repellant. The orange colour one? I'm sure you'll know lah, so common here.

Tomorrow's another session. WooHoo!~

Over Nothing

Yesterday, I found myself very stressed out over school work. I felt the exact same feelings as last semester. It was very discouraging, and all I wanted to do was to just die ad forget about everything.

Then I realised that I'd been feeling lousy over practically nothing. There had been no need, and there never will be need for it. In the end, I just sorta looked at myself in the mirror and snickered for being such a panicky rat. It's all dumb and silly. But then I thought it was kinda cute too. And from then on, everything just turned for the better.

This morning, and I mean really early in the morning around 5.50 am, I was awakened by the heavy downpour. I was ecstatic yet irritated cos I had been unwillingly dragged out of dreamland to shut the windows. But when I plooped down on the bed later, I smiled and it saw me falling back into sweet slumber.

Until the frickin' alarm went off at 7 a.m. Luckily I was sane enough not to smash it against the wall. Instead, I pushed the alarm back by an hour. Class starts at 10 a.m, but the 7 a.m. had been for running which I decided to skip anyhow. It's really surprising how I fell asleep very easily again. It felt like minutes later that the 8 a.m. alarm rang. I was still feeling really sleepy and to please myself, I decided to shut the alarm completely and let my body clock do the waking-me-up thing.

When I finally found the right moment to wake up, it was 10 something a.m. At least I felt like million bucks!

So for the first time in a long time, I found myself having plenty of time to savour my breakfast, which I took at a very leisurely pace, and again, felt like a million bucks.

A while ago, I was having steamboat dinner at Marina Bay. When I arrived, I could hear my insides screaming for a boost of food. I unconsciously skipped lunch. I cannot remember why, but I just don't recall having any lunch today. Anyways, despite the fact that I was famished, I was pretty much done after an hour and 30 minutes of gorging. I was the first to bail out from the eat-all-you-can programme. Then my friend said that she was disappointed in me. Haha!...

Tomorrow and Sunday, I'll be at Kallang Sea Sports Club doing my Kayaking Star One course. Yay!!! My long awaited task is finally here. I'm so happy!

Boys Don't Cry

It's been a tough day at work. Never have I yearned so much to knock off. Right from the very start, it had been bumpy. Then I decided that I shall make today one of those sinful days where I indulge in full force negativity blasting. It was strong, and worked too, like how I wanted it to. Things went haywire everywhere. It had been completely chaotic, so much so that I felt desperate and wanted to cry. But boys don't cry. I saw it all coming, but I felt better, cos I achieved what I expected.

So it's the end of the day and I happened to catch Star Idol on Channel 8. One of their silly elimination round. Talent quest for budding actors and actresses. But by the look of things, there's hardly any talent at all in the 5 female and 5 male contestants.

So the guys elimination round narrowed down to 2 contestants. Videorecording of judges aired. All three judges thought Guy 1 would be booted out. Comperes asked Guy 1 on his confidence level. He answered very shakily that he has hardly any confidence left. That's kinda wrong eh? You're in a competition, mind you, not supposed to say that! Then started to tear. But boys don't cry.

The very same thing happened to Guy 2. The judges thought he'd be out too. Then after the commercial breaks and the ridiculous antics of booting out contestants, Guy 2 got kicked out. As usual, they had the goodbye video played and then, Guy 2 started crying! So I thought, But boys don't cry!

After a farewell speech and feeble encouragements from the 'fans', Guy 1 came onto screen. And golly! He was weeping!!! BIG BOYS DON'T CRY!!! Not on national TV at least! His tears streamed down and glistened under the spotlights. His microphone picked up some of his pitiful sobs while the compere was talking.

While they were wallowing in self pity, I was having the biggest laugh of the century. It's just so funny. So unconventional. Now, that's reality TV! The female contestant that got booted out managed to fight back those precious tears. Managed to look cool on national TV.

But I don't understand wy she got kicked out. She looks most pleasing to me. With funky hair cut and all. Plus cool name too. Two Chinese characters only. Anyways, she didn't cry, nor weep. Unlike the guys. Booted out, cry and weep, never kena booted out, still cry and weep, and can sob some more. Geez...

The 'fans' were atrocious. For one, they were ashamed of themselves, then they couldn't cheer properly. They were hiding behind placards whenever the camera caught them on screen. They were delayed in reaction when the comperes urged for some encouragement from the crowd. Their vocal cords and lung power haven't been put to good use. Describing the 'fans' as lukewarm would be letting get away with too much. They were more like freezing cold. Ice cold.

Well, there's a pretty good reason for them to behave this way, anyway.

And one last thing. Forget about Boys don't cry. I think we're stepping into a different era now.

It's a psycho world

I'm so happy that there's really nothing eventful to note. All that angst and anxiety is nullified, so everything's all nice and calm.

Hey, I just read a book. Titled Psycho by Robert Bloch. It had been made into a film too.

It's an incredibly thin book, cos it's not a novel. I hate novels. All long and draggy and they come at least 2 to 3 inches thick. Not at all handy to lug around.

Anyways, I love the book, cos I finished reading it in 3 days. And it was as though I was watching a movie instead. Very gripping. My soul was sucked into the book. About this psycho motel proprietor murdering his guests. I like the storyline too. Very simple, always straight to the point. And there wasn't a lot of characters to deal with too. That means there wasn't that many scenes to flit around to, which spared me the dreadful confusion.

I hate to be confused. I hate complication. Everything is best left simple and cool. Save all the trouble of understanding, reduce chances of people going insane too. I'm so sicked out when I see people on the verge of becoming mildly crazy. There's really no need for it. So of course, I'm all nice and smiley.

And what's the big deal on cockroaches now? I agree they're gross, and so does a song on cockroaches.

It's so freaky to see some cheap animation flashing before your eyes while a completely wacky and silly song plays. Actually, I'd feel pretty insulted as a human. That cockroach song is very disturbing, very psychotic and very silly. It could very well be the Torture Tool of the Century. Drive people insane cos they'll go crazy figuring out why someone in the right mind would wanna come up with something like that. Then they reason that it's insane people that came up with the sick idea and go on to wonder why sick people exist. So they wonder and ponder and try to figure and their souls get lost and they go criminally insane. And they pass their insanity on. Before you know it, everyone's gone crazy.

I'm an A student; A meaning Average

I really consider myself the average student. I figured I shall just put in enough effort to get through. Averaging B's is good enough for me. Plus I hate competition. I never talk about competition. I never take part in competitions. The way I see things, we're all different, so there's no point pitting one against another.

So maybe that's why I don't do sports. Sports like ball games. But things like kayaking, rock-climbing, abseiling and swimming, even, I do have a certain interest in. I especially love kayaking. However, that doesn't mean I'm well-experienced. Truth is, I've only been on one kayaking expedition. That was sufficient to hook me up. I'm going for the Star 1 kayaking course next weekend. Yeah!

What's the point of stressing out over small things? It's all unnecessary and makes you age faster. I'm all cool and calm about things, taking everything with a pinch of salt. Being an average student, I get to enjoy many perks. Like catching movies after school, shopping after class ends, writing just enough for my essays, and excel at hands-on activities.

Few days back, we had to prepare a blood smear. Our own blood smear. I was so excited! I cleaned my hands and disinfected a fingertip and got it pricked(technically known as lanced) by a needle(technicaly known as a lancet). And then the blood oozed out.

We were supposed to put a drop of blood on a glass slide. So there I was, milking my left middle finger, hoping to get a huge drop of blood on the slide. It came out quite runny, not quite like what I expected. Anyways, I smeared it and after numerous procedures, voila! I had my own blood sample and we were later observing the cells under the microscope.

Cool eh?

An average student spends free time watching twisted comedies like Scary Movie in the school library.

So me and a group of people were watching Scary Movie 1 in the school's library. The image quality only says one thing: I'm pirated VCD. Anyways, we were enjoying the show and managed to attract many other people who gathered round the TV screen. And we were all having a ball of a time when a spoiler got into way. This idiotic lecturer stopped the movie and told us we were not supposed to be playing our own VCDs and DVDs in the library. He did so while the show was at it's climax! How bad can that be?!

More cool eh?

Clean Freak

I think I'm a clean freak. It's not me, it's just that I've been brought up that way. Especially the importance of having to shower. My mother will insist on at least two showers a day. And so I have grown up to adopt the habit. So I'm not exactly into the full-blown stage of being a clean freak, perhaps only in the initial stages, still in time for a change.

As you grow up, you kinda comprehend more things. Things that you'll just know from everyday life, and not cos your mother told you so. I also adopt my own daily habits. My mother can go through one day with a total of 5 showers. And I told her that's wasting water.

But frankly, I cannot stand myself stinking up. More importantly, I cannot help but feel disgusted when people smell bad. We should all take pride in smelling good. And sometimes, a cool shower can be like the best thing to have. Yet, smelling good has it's limits. Sometimes, people pile on the fragances as though they're free.

That's crossing the line. We should smell subtly good, not chokingly good. It's supposed to be a fragrance, not a marinate! I was on campus the other day when this guy came up from behind me. I immediately choked on his generous application of cologne. I turned away to catch some fresh air. When he was 5 metres ahead, his scent still lingered on and like hands, they continued choking me, while trying to shove the fingers up my nostrils. And thank goodness it was an open-air area. I cannot imagine if it had taken place in an air-conditioned room. I could very well have passed out.

This lecturer told me that I've become quieter this semester as compared to the last. Then I told him that sometimes it's good to quieten down a little.

But in fact, I don't think I'm quieter this semester. I'm just more mellow and cool about things.

Last semester, I was struggling like crazy, wondering why everything seems to be topsy-turvy. So I guess I kinda became quite a loud hailer to combat the bout of misfortunes. Anyhow, those days are over. And I'm happy again.

And I'm also very excited about Harry Potter this evening. One of the first people to catch the boy wizard in action.

When I told my mother that I was gonna catch a movie tonight, she was incredulous and asked, "Why normal day you also go watch movie one?"

I managed to skip answering the question since she suddenly got distracted by something else.

So the main point is, there's nothing wrong with having fun during a school day. I'm not a child anymore. And the first thing my mother said to me when I opened my eyes was, "You've been spending too much money. I just updated the bank book and discovered that you and your brother have been spending so much money. All my hard-earned money. You all know how hard it is to earn money? And there you are, spending like there's no tomorrow. I try so hard to save money and all you know is to spend. You better watch your expenditure."

And being me, I replied, "Orh, okay."

You know how the mothers on TV always say, "I say one sentence, you reply ten sentences! Very daring ar, you? Grow up already, right?"

But for me, my mother says ten sentences and I'll say one. Actually, "Orh, okay." is not even a sentence. This money issue is overrated.

I still have plenty of things that I wanna get, but haven't. Yesterday, the trip down to Far East Plaza was futile. Planned on getting a cap, and got nothing instead. So an hour of boredom and zombie-walking around passed and I headed home. I felt so bad for myself. Plus, it didn't help that I was feeling really sleepy.

So I learnt that I should not plan to buy things. Things will come my way when the time is right. I should let time come to me, instead of looking for the 'right time'.

When I reached home, I stuffed my face with 2 packs of chips. Then, I washed my face and went to sleep. Meaning: I didn't shower after reaching home as I usually would. I just changed into home clothes. And slept at 6.30 p.m.

That was the greatest sleep of all time. I woke up feeling like a million bucks, though I was running slightly late for school. I feel good after the slumber. But I wish it had lasted 24 more hours or something. Then it'll truly be the Greatest Sleep of allt ime.

I'm having a good life.

Life Anew

So yesterday is over. And boy, aren't I glad.

I knew today was gonna be fun the moment I opened my eyes from my deep and sweet sleep. Well, but of course! Since when have I not enjoyed the smell of fresh popcorn popping and the joy of preparing hotdogs and drinks and nachos for people?

Blogosphere Under Siege

In the recent weeks, the blogosphere has been scrutinised by the local press. What had been a virtual land has evolved into reality as contents from the blogosphere are unscrupulously scrutinised word for word, sometimes picture for picture. It's the blogosphere for goodness' sake! BLOGOSPHERE!

It's a place where the alter-ego of most people rule. It is a place where people can become who they're not. It's a form of escapism. And now it's become the hot topic of the local papers. Seriously, news these days bore me. Real news kinda ceased to exist.

Anyways, the whole blogging thing is way way WAY overhyped and overrated. Especially XiaXue's entries on disabled people. If you're so not comfortable with her way of putting things, then get you're eyes off the blog site! If you're so against blogging, why bother to surf blogs?! All the hoo-haa on being politically incorrect is driving people nuts. Cut some slack lah!

Then today, another blog issue was splashed over the cover of a tabloid-sized local paper. On how a primary school teacher was posting undesirable content on her blog. And then there was all the politically correct stuff major organizations suggest should be done. That's so boring. Being a teacher doesn't mean you'd have to be all goody-two-shoes even when you're off the job. Of course, being a teacher means being a role model to the younger generation, blah, blah, blah, BLAH!!!

Sickening eh? I feel as though I'm in line to be blasted with nasty comments by the public, together with many other Bloggers.

Oh yes, the most hilarious thing is, 'Big Brother' could be laying down some blogging guidelines, maybe even laws. Okay, let me be a law-abiding citizen and observe all rules and regulations set by 'Big Brother' with all due respect.

With that, I shut up.

Crap

Today had been a rather bad day.

And of course, that meant drawing in all the unnecessary trouble. I guess sometimes it's nice to indulge in an occasional feel-really-bad. But that also means that I'll have to face off with all the bad stuff that'll happen.

And as a matter of fact, they do happen. The power of emotions is very strong. And that's something I believe strongly in.

Today is just horrible. I feel like crap. Everything's going haywire. I'm feeling desperate. I feel like I'm falling into a bottomless pit. It feels like my world is shrouded by darkness. I feel as though I'm dead. I look bad. I feel like I'm broke. My hair sucks. I perspired too much and stink. Hopeless. Just feel all that negative energy.

Today will turn from bad to worse, and it shall be the worst day of the month.

Let tomorrow be a brand new day.

For now, let's just grieve. I'm not sure if all these energy are pent up frustrations. I sure hope it's not. I guess I managed to reverse the flow of energy from positive to negative. I flow positivity very strongly. And now I flow negative energy. I feel it's even stronger. It's sucky.

Suddenly my mother nags at me. Suddenly I lost my appetite. Suddenly I see hotdogs and feel nothing. Suddenly I'm invisible. Suddenly I have no inspirations whatsoever. Suddenly my heart feels like something heavy's pressing against it. Suddenly I feel pain when chewing. Suddenly a sore throat creeps in. Suddenly I lost interest in school. Suddenly I get fined for returning DVDs late.

Let's grieve some more.

Don't Pretend You Didn't See

Yesterday morning, I was in the crowded train on the way to school. I always love to see how inconsiderate, or considerate, Singaporeans can be.

I especially love to see people giving up their seats for the elderly folks. I like that feeling. It makes me feel good. So when able-bodied people remain seated despite having seen an elderly folk standing, it makes my blood boil. I always get myself so close to asking these people if they'd like to give up their seat to an elderly.

It's really cool how people are able to not see someone standing in front of them.

But sometimes, elderly folks take it a little too far. They take advantage of their being old. It's like, "I'm an elderly, so you should always give in to me as I'll always be right."

So this elderly woman entered the moderately crowded train car and instead of being all mellow, as how I think elderly folks should be, grew frantic 'searching' for a seat. Well, there was none in sight, so she started staring at the people who were seated.

I definitely support the whole 'Give up this seat to someone who needs it more than you do" idea. But that's gotta come from within, and not from guilt. The way the elderly lady was glaring at people, it kinda made them look and feel bad. That's all unnecessary.

Finally, someone gave up his seat for her. And for the first time, I felt that it wasn't that nice to witness that kind of scene.

Then there was another time when a full-blown pregnant lady felt she was queen. Marched right into the train car. Another lady promptly gave up her seat for the pregnant woman. Queen, she felt she was, so she sat down, without any expression of gratitude. Not even a thanks. Like what the hell?! That's taking the situation for granted.

We all know you need that cold, hard seat more, but you don't have to throw your weight around. Everyone knows. It's just that sometimes it's a little difficult to give up your seat. It's well, embarassing to some people. It's like having to step up to say something about the country. People don't like doing it.

Oh well, let's all live in peace and harmony. In other words, let's all be silent. If we really really really have to speak up, it had better be good things we say.

I think I'm more like a full-time blogger and part-time student instead.

I love blogging so much! I think I'm pretty deprived of writing in school. There's not much imaginative writing to do. It's all either reports or scientific essays. All boring and dreary stuff. Really sad.

You all know how leeches suck on your blood right? And I don't think anyone particularly likes leeches eh? So how about human leeches for you?

I hate human leeches. And I'm violently against leeching off people. I think it's really wrong to leech off people. Even if they're your really good friends. There's no excuse to leech off others. It's just unethical. And the worse thing is leeching off people that are not really close to you.

That's like leeching under fair weather only. That's another sickening and gross thing: Fair weather friends.

Stormy weather friends are more appealing. Partly because I get to experience my favourite ligtning flashes during storms. And fair weather usually means shining sun, which I don't really like cos I'll perspire and start stinking up real bad.

Today there was this issue on my height. I'm just slightly taller than the average. And then a couple of people were asking me how I grew to my height.

Well, the trick is not to exercise too much while growing up. Keep away from all the sports. Eat junk food. Haha!... How nice eh?

Pain

I was just thinking of a bewildered-looking housewife ironing the laundry with the telephone at the end of the ironing board.

She still has her grease-stained apron on. Her hair's a mess, and you can roughly smell the celery and fried chicken somewhere lost in there. She's furiously ironing away while the TV's volume at full blast. Think she'll explode soon enough.

Then the phone rings. Her left hand reaches to pick up the phone after a moment of desperate yells for someone to get the phone.

However, unconsiously, she puts her right hand to her ear instead. Right hand holds the hot iron.

OUCH!

The Nu Flow

Even though I'm such a positive-energy flow-er(not flower, but flow-er!), people who are consumed in negativity still affect me one way or another.

It's really unnerving when people, especially those with blood relations, start blasting off saturated shots of negative energy and seem to enjoy doing so. As much as I'd like to stay positive, I haven't exactly reached the stage where nothing negative affects me.

It's tresspassing over to my comfort zone. And there's no way I'm compromising on that. I had been on the verge of being negative, but then it was a relief that I'd been sane enough to pull myself back from that godforsaken situation.

So I took a good look at my goals and immediately I felt better. That's what your goals are supposed to make you feel.

Anyways, people who drink from the Fountain of Negativity can kiss their wealth goodbye. And in the case where they don't have the wealth to start off with, they can forget about striking it rich. If you are so concerned about how 'not poor' you'd like to be, then all you're gonna magnetise in is poor, poor, and more poor. So to talk about wealth is basically off limits.

There's really too much negativity going on in the world. This includes the recent spates of terror on dengue, bird flu, and terrorism. The media's making everything a lot worse.

The media itself is a terrorist. The worst of it's kind. Which terrorist network has outreach to a whole population of people? They instill fear in people. Perhaps unknowingly, but it's a fact that that's what they are doing.

The more you fear it, the more of it you get.

It may sound as though I'm way outta my mind, but it's really amazing how we all can be deliberate creators, creating all the things that we wanna achieve.

I don't read. But the last time I did, it really changed my life. That one time of engaging in reading was enough. It's all I ever need. It had been a self-help book that emcompasses every single aspect of our lives since everything runs on the basic: Flow of energy.

It's glorious how my life has changed. But people are still resistant to change. Especially when it's changes for the better. Seems like the normal way of life is fraught with uncertainties, misfortunes and bad luck.

And that's life?

Today's gonna be a slack day. I realised I haven't not done anything for a very long time.

I used to go on long periods of doing nothing. And that made me pretty happy. But for the past 4 weeks, I've been going on and on and on with this and that. And hey, it kinda made all my days too.

I'm pretty easy to please. Everything's taken with a pinch of salt. Nothing's too serious, it's all light and humorous.

I love humorous people. Maybe sometimes humorous may cross over to being lame. But being lame can be funny. There's the lame-ass funny people and the lame-ass boring people. And it helps to throw in sarcasm too.

That's why it's kinda straining on my nerves when people are slow in catching on jokes. It's no fun once you have to explain the whole idea behind the joke. Usually by then, the laughter kinda wears off. And being slow is definitely a spoiler for the moment.

But I'm still cool with that. It's not as though the world would be more fun if everyone becomes ultra fast and ultra humorous.

In a recent testimonial by a friend on Friendster(I haven't approved 'cos I'm not sure if I'd like people, strangers too, to read about it.), I was described as: "Most likely to remain single for the rest of his life. Needs personal space. Loves freedom."

Haha!... That's pretty cool! It's as though I engaged a Personality Research Analyst to give me a low-down on myself. I wouldn't have paid in vain if I did.

I guess I'm just bouncing around from place to place, feeling really good, and accomplishing all the good things in life. I'd like to call that accomplished bumming. Who says you can't do good while bumming around. It's definitely not conventional, but who cares? The good thing about life is that there are always new things to be discovered.

But to hell with the Life Science world. I don't see myself as a researcher or lab technician. More importantly, I don't FEEL it in my blood. The only reason I wanna do well is so that I can have a good grasp of the basics of things. And in Life Sciences, we study lotsa structures of things. And they're really cool. Think Life Science and Visual Design. Imagine the fusion.

That Ed Hardy store in Heeren opened. Claiming to be the first in Asia for celebrity wear.

And the really cool stuff costs celebrity money too.

I thought the most expensive caps could go was at most S$60. But then the stunningly cool ones there costs S$200++. My heart was shattered into a million pieces.

It's all right, let's look at the better things in life.

F&N was giving out free cans of their new Orange+Mango drink. And they were full cans of drinks! Very aggressive marketing. But won't they make a loss?

Anyways, the drink was fantastic! Very nice taste. Kinda like those juice cordials actually, but still pretty good. Perhaps I was thirsty at that time, so it tasted a wee bit better. I'm usually not a big fan of soft drinks.

Hotdogs at IKEA are indeed fantabulous! I had 3 of them for lunch today. You know, they actually taste the same as what I usually prepare myself. But because it was in a hotdog bag and we were at the IKEA store, it tasted a lot better.

Then this guy who didn't fancy hotdogs that much was in for a loss. Well, it's not that bad. It's just like how I can't eat beef and all.

Then at Marina Square, got cheated at an eatery playing vids of Michael Jackson. What the hell is S$7.35 for a miserable plate of black pepper chicken spaghetti and a cup of drink?! If it was good stuff(like San Francisco Coffee) then I don't mind. But it was totally crap!

It was as though the chef was really ashamed of his job. Or it could be that they were using top-grade sauces that cost so much that they can only afford to drizzle a little over the pasta. There was no love in the cooking. No passion. So it all tastes like crap. Nothing beats a meal that has been prepared with passion and love.

But it was heaven a little later 'cos I got to savour my favourite Venezia gelato. Frankly, it's more worth the money than Ben & Jerry's. I got my all time favourite dark chocolate flavour! I love the bittersweet taste. Makes me feel so good.

While I feel real good, I also start burping more. Haha!... Burping like a frog. It's quite sickening to have to belch most of the time. But getting used to it is more important.

Oh yeah, I also got a pair of cheap jeans today. Well, it's a really positive sign. It shows that cheap clothes for guys exist. I got those solid deep navy blue type. They kinda got the Levi's look. I know, it's really the cheap-o way out, but I haven't exactly that kind of money yet. So I shall have to make do with all these, well, fakes for the time being.

Hey, look at the time! We're well into the second half of the weekend. Really sad thing. And I haven't got the right time when the DVD player is free to catch my DVDs.

And Monday is back to campus! I'm proud to be from SP, but that's pretty much where it all ends.

Today, I went to Oregon Scientific to check out that hot MP3 player and it was off the display. Guess I was a little too late.

I wanted to enrol in a Canoeing Enrichment Programme offered by the school. Today I found out there were no more vacancies. Guess I was a little late.

Double regret. Definitely not a fine example to follow. Want it? Get it! Stop deliberating within yourself and have no fear! I was fearing this, fearing that, and now I lost two great deals! That's just such a shame. But for now, it's over and there's no use wallowing in self-pity.

Lets's look forward to the ever unpredictable and exciting tomorrow!

Gold Obsession

Today, I started slopping on gold paint on another T-shirt.

So in total, I have two T-shirts that are being modified. However, I feel like I'm only in the experimenting stage. The couple of T-shirts are like the oldest in my wardrobe.

The one I painted on today was the very first graphic tee that I owned. And it was from that moment on that I started to love graphic tees, especially those from RDCTV, since that very T-shirt was from them.

I LOVE BLING!

Oh look! I made the scroll bars appear. Phew! All in 5 minutes' work! This html thingy is growing on me.

Do they have like a course or something on it? Then I can do web design recreationally?

Nu Skin

Seems like everyone also getting new looks. Shall hop on the bandwagon too.

Though I still prefer the previous Guy in Ape Mask better. But it's still cool. All that lightning and all. And navigation is for dummies and idiots except for the invisible scroll bars though. Will see to it.

Apart from that, all's fantabulous! All in 90 minutes' work. Well, what better thing to do while waiting for class to start right?

Woo! It's been some time since the last post.

Just now, I was at IMM. And man! was it crowded!

And it seems that Singapore's population is ageing. I've never ever ever seen so much elderly folk before! And it didn't really help much that they were constantly getting in my way. Guess wasn't entirely their fault 'cos I was feeling quite negative so it kinda attracted all the unnecessary trouble.

Then I went to eat. I was ordering my food like I had all the money in the world. Then when I was at the cashier, I flipped open to an empty wallet! So I was really embarrassed and told the cashier I had no cash. But in the end, I got to eat my food 'cos I went out to get some cash.

Feeling quite good these days. Actually, I've been feeling real good the whole time. This week in school's been kinda cool too, partly cos there's like two public holidays right smacked in the middle. And I stepped down as Class Rep to become the Class Treasurer. Pretty relieving.

I'm drawn to shiny things these days. Especially those shiny gold prints on some T-shirts. I think they're like ultra cool. And I just got one of those today. Didn't buy the T-shirt itself, but got gold paint instead. Then I slopped on the paint on a T-shirt that I already own. And now it looks pretty fabulous. Gonna wear it tomorrow.

I love shiny studs too. Like those on stud belts. I love the head of thumbtacks too. I'm dying for a cap that goes Bling! Bling!. Think I can DIY one yet again. From what I've seen, such caps don't really come cheap out there.

And there's also my obsession with cuff links! I think they're stunning. Perhaps even jaw-droppers. I'mma get a French cuff shirt from Domanchi and a couple of cufflinks to dazzle the eyes of beholders. And cufflinks come in high-end prices. But 'cos of my positive thinking, I came across some really cheap and good-looking ones in Suntec City.

Yes! Suntec City! Ever since my job at Suntec in January this year, I've been open to really cool stuff. But to be exact, it was only recently that Suntec sorta became a huge treasure trove. Guess I had been walking with my eyes closed before. It's really strange how things appear different when you're feeling all warm and fuzzy.

There was a couple of times back that I managed to locate the strangest of places. And I thought I was really smart. But it really isn't. I'm not saying I'm dumb, I'm just saying that I found those places not cos I was smart.

It was because I was feeling the right thing. There was this Converse Warehouse Sale some months back and I was feeling really good about it. I saw myself buying their shoes as though they were free and imagined myself having all the new stuff. Then I felt really nice inside. Which kinda attracted all the clues along the way and when it came to fork-roads, I just followed my heart and I eventually found the place. Now I remember the road: Harrison Road.

My point is stop pursuing. Stop all the have-to-fix-its and gotta-solve-its. Things will just fall into place when you start feeling good. All that positive energy will reel in the positive stuff.

Like how I'm enjoying my life now.

That period of darkness few months back is over. And I'm glad that I didn't approach the school counsellors. It would have worsened things.

I hate counsellors! I think they're crappy people. So are the so-called 'therapists'.

They make you dig out and excavate all the unhappy memories and make you go through them one by one asking you how you feel about each of them. Of course you feel worse after that! And then they claim they understand how you're feeling when they're not in your situation. That's lying.

Then they rope in external help. Doctors, psychaitrists, psychologists. Then all they say is what's wrong, what's not right, what needs to be corrected. Then all you think all day is what's wrong with you. Then in turn you attract all the negative energy floating around. Suddenly you're in debt, and all the what-nots.

They make you feel like you're the most unlucky person alive. But I'm not saying that they're intentional. It's just seems that those are the 'right' things to do. And so this unhealthy trend goes on.

Seriously, no one can be that unlucky. To be more exact, there really isn't a thing called luck. It's all down to how you're feeling which makes you create stuff that makes you feel, well, lucky.

So to hell with counselling! Definitely not me, anyway.

This post is going on and on and on. I suggest reading it in parts.

I've yet to get an MP3 player. I'm so behind times. But then I'll definitely not get an iPod. Everyone has it so it's no big deal. I think this iPod thing is overhyped. Which also means the people at Apple are really fantastic to be able to conjure such madness. I suspect a supernatural force behind it. Maybe they've got some magic dust floating in the air too. But I think waves are more likely. Like electromagnetic waves from the TV and radio. Hmm... shall let this topic close.

Ooh yes, I've got a cool Maths lecturer. At least she's not somebody that'll treat you like you're her kids. She plays rugby and loves it! Gosh! That is SO cool! Women who're involved in some kind of physical activity come across as more attractive. I cannot stand women who look like weaklings, all pale and thin, as though ready to collapse anytime. Bottomline is: Women should not be stick thin. Which means: Yayin, you're beautiful. HuiYi, you're not fat. And Kalis, you're a supermodel.

I'm so glad my mother jogs regularly. She kinda became younger looking and gets praises from the people in the neighbourhood. And she don't look so weak like before. Previously, she couldn't even chase after a bus that's about to leave the bus stop. She would say forget it and wait for the next one to come. But now, she can do so pretty easily. And it wouldn't leave her panting.

And I'm really grateful that I'm not thin and feeble. I'm really blessed to be able to keep up a healthy physique. Though I really wouldn't refer gorging on potato chips and junk food as healthy. Still, I love Jack&Jill Salsa Chilli Flavoured Potato Chips.

Off to sleep. I almost forgot that school's on tomorrow.