Chinese New Year means:

1. Gambling non-stop.
2. Eat and eat and eat and eat and eat....
3. No handphones.
4. No Internet.
5. No work of any form.
6. Getting money.
7. Acting fashion police.
8. Looking good.
9. Feeling good.
10. EAT AND EAT AND EAT!!!...

I'm off now.

It's the third day of the Chinese New Year. And I feel it's monotonous. It hadn't been a big bang. So it all feels kinda weird.

However, on the first day, I had everyone standing on my side. I was at my aunt's house, together with many other relatives and cousins. We were gathered around the dining table. Then somehow the conversation led to me telling my decision to change my course of study. I was dreading that very moment because I knew very well that preachers were in the midst of all those people. And me, I CANNOT STAND PREACHING!

Very fortunately for me, I was spared of all the preaching as everyone, as though under my spell or something, started airing their positive and humble opinions. I was just listening as everyone was like saying, Yes, I shouldn't waste my time, No point staying on if I'm not interested, etc. And I was left awestruck. I never thought that I'd hear those stuff from all of them. And my mother wasn't really happy that all were so supportive. I can tell...

And let's talk about my funky hair. Many people have commented on my hair. Good comments, that is. And all the comments include suggestions on how I can make my hairstyle stand out more. Very unanimously, they all said that I should colour my hair. One cousin said, "I'm surprised you never colour your hair."

DUH! Of course I wanna get a funky colour. But my greatest obstacle - my mother. She will not allow me to dye my hair. She claims it's "not proper". She's the only one who's singing ugly tunes about my hair. ONLY ONE. Yet she allows me to get my ear pierced (which I haven't thought of).

Imagine wind in my orange hair as I cruise along in my Vespa. Wait, then I'll have the helmet on, which will cover my orange hair. GASP!!!

Okay, whatever... The main idea is the Vespa. Cool right? I always have all these quirky ideas popping into my head. Then my cousin told me she wanna go get a bike license. I was like, "YEAH! Me too!"

I told my mother about it. Then she went all jumpy and said that there was no way I'm getting a bike because it's dangerous. Just dangerous. Nothing else more important. So, "I will not allow you to ride a bike because it's dangerous." Not a credible answer.

Therefore, I conclude that my mother is narrow-minded. On, well, countless counts.

I believe I'm developing a night life. That's great news for me. I'm happy for myself. Just back from work anyway.

Burp Report

Today's burps have been few and far between. However, quality and quantity are completely different measures. Despite not scoring in quantity, the burps for today have scored well in quality. Majority of the burps were loud and clear, and sounded like frogs croaking.

I can see the future burps improving by leaps and bounds. Till then, BURRRRRP!

They Hump

I got off the cab. Strolled along my void deck, then noticed that there was an unusually large number of cats hanging around. Then I saw the attraction.

It's time for some fun! So work that magic stick you tom cats!

Two cats were 'having fun'.

They were working it in the middle, while the others just looked on. How'd I know? 'Cos I looked on too. I know it sounds sick, but I just thought it was cute to see a couple of cats making out. It was really funny too. I was snickering to myself. Now, I'm really psychotic.

Anyways, I was just watching only for a couple of minutes. The other cats were around and staring, like watching some live performance. The two lead actors looked really gay. 'Cos both of them looked so feminine. And they were just like spinning slowly on the spot. Seriously, not much action lah...

Haha, I'm sick in the head. But who can you blame?

Splatters

I splattered paint on my new slip-on shoes. Not by accident. It was intentional. And now it looks fantastic.

I wore them out yesterday, hoping to get it seasoned for the Chinese New Year. But then in the end, they turned around to 'bite' me instead. What ungrateful brats after what wonders I did to them. So I ended up developing blisters and couldn't bear to walk in them anymore.

Very instinctively, I walked barefoot. Then Hairianto decided to exchange shoes with me. It was a win-win situation. 'Cos he looked great in my creation and I found comfort in wearing his size 8 shoes (I'm size 9.5 at least). Well, comfort for a moment because when I walked home from the bus-stop, I began hurting like crazy again. In the end, I still strolled home barefooted. I kinda liked the feeling actually.

Today, I suppose Hairianto wore my nice slip-ons to school. Woo! Free publicity. I heard that everyone said it was nice. I mean, DUH! Of course it's nice. If it wasn't, then why would I even bother keeping it? I should start selling them.

I think I'm talented lah. But still not quite there yet. I'm a well ready to be tapped.

Haha!... I know, self praise is no praise. But sometimes, you just gotta let your head swell a little. It really doesn't hurt. Just be careful not to inflate it too much. You wouldn't want it to explode. If it does, you'll get Splatters.

Maybe it'll look kinda cool on the things around you. Who knows?

Fairytale Mash-up

Background information:
I look like a prince, burp like a frog and loves cleaning(when I'm at work only).

Once upon a time, there lived a Prince who was really sick of his life. All the pressure from the King and Queen made him a really unhappy young man. All he wanted was to do what he truly wanted, which was to live in a farm in the rural countryside.

So as the days passed, he kept on dreaming of better things. One fine day, he came across a dirt-covered oil lamp by the river bank. It had intricate details and beneath the dirt was a shiny surface. The Prince has always been drawn to shiny things. Very furiously, he rubbed at the oil lamp, hoping to restore it to its original glory.

Suddenly, POOF! Out came the Genie!

"Yes, Master, your wish is my command. You've got three wishes, so get on with it." Genie bellowed.

The Prince cannot believe his eyes. "What the hell?! Are you serious?! You're the Genie in the lamp?!"

"Yeah, yeah, get on with it you stupid fool, I mean, Master..."

"I wish I lived in a farm down in the countryside!"

POOF! The Prince vanished into thin air.

He found himself living his wildest dream. He was finally free! Free from the Royal thingy, free from everything! He was in a farm on a hill top over-looking green pastures specked generously with fluffy bits of sheep.

Meanwhile, back at the castle, the King and Queen grew anxious as the Prince was nowhere to be found. The King activated all the kingsmen and kings-horses, but the Prince was never found again. So in an act of desperation, they engaged a spirit medium. Little did they know what trouble they had sought.

The spirit medium was an evil witch in disguise. And evil witch that was jealous of everything. She wanted to make the King and Queen pay for having a handsome son. She wanted them to pay for all that they had that she couldn't have. She set her trap, and the desperate King and Queen just foolishly stepped into it.

The King and Queen are now gone forever.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who's the Vilest of them all?" the evil witch crooned into her compact mirror(she was jealous that the Queen had a full length mirror).

"ME!!!" she screamed back hysterically.

In the meantime, the Prince was having the time of his life. He was just herding up the sheep when suddenly, the sky turned grey as dark clouds gathered in a menacing pace. But because he was having so much fun, he banished any bad thoughts that came to him.

Then the worst thing happened.

The evil witch descended from above and bellowed, "YOU!!!!" as she pointed her ugly finger at the Prince. A spectacular bolt of lightning came down from above and struck the Prince. A split second before, the Prince was marvelling at the bolt of lightning. When he got struck, he was smiling. He did not know what had happened.

But when he tried to talk, all that he could manage was, "BUUUU-RRRRRRPPPPPP!"

The evil witch left the farm, but her evil laughter lingered in the air. Before she left she said, "You're now a frog and will be banished into a well. This curse shall not be broken unless a bimbo is, well, dumb enough to give you a kiss."

The evil witch returned to her lair and the Prince became a frog that lived in the well.

Cinderella was strolling in the woods one day picking firewood for the household. Her mean sisters and stepmother treated her like shit, but she was still happy girl. She was ignorant. And Ignorance is bliss.

So that day, Cinderella suddenly became really thirsty for water. And like a miracle, a well came into her view. She hadn't remembered a well in the woods at all. But she couldn't care less, so she just drank from the well.

Then a voice called out.

Cinderella jumped and shot furtive glances around her. Her head turned in a sharp but exaggerated manner. She thought she was going crazy and burst into tears.

The voice called out again.

Cinderella decided to stop crying and check things out. The voice came from the well. The voice directed her to release the bucket. The voice directed her to reel in the bucket. Cindrella found a frog staring back at her. For a moment, there was silence.

Then, BUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!

Without hesitation, the frog asked Cinderella to kiss him.

"Eew, what's your problem? You're disgusting..." Cinderella whined. She thought for a moment.

"Alright, whatever. You and your sick fantasies..." and smooched the frog. Cinderella turned away to clean her mouth. When she turned back, she saw a handsome prince staring back at her.

She gasped, turned away to preen her hair, powder her nose and plump up her lips. Cinderella turned back and flashed her most priceless smile. She fluttered her eyelids a little and pranced around the prince like a little girl.

The prince asked, "Would you like to join me in my farmhouse party?"

"DUH!!" was Cinderella's reply.

On the day of the party, Cinderella was transformed into a beauty by the fairy godmother.

"Remember your curfew, girl. Before 12.." the fairy godmother warned.

At the party, Cinderella and the prince had a great time. Then 12 midnight came. Cinderella rushed out of the farmhouse, running straight home. Her carriage was gone already. The prince bolted after her.

He grabbed her hand in the open pastures. Just then, a storm approached. For a moment, both stopped in their tracks to look at the magnificent storm. Then out of the blue, lightning struck once again. This bolt was more furious and marvellous than the last one.

Well, the lightning bolt struck the prince and Cinderella. As the power surged through their bodies, their souls exchanged.

There you have, the handsome prince who could still burp like a frog and loved cleaning as much as Cinderella does.

Life is so wonderful!

Today, I sold a useless (to me only) textbook to a classmate. And then I bought myself a pair of slip-on shoes. I have done something really fantastic to it. Will post the photos up when I'm done.

Meanwhile, I'm a little distracted because my mother's been really cranky lately. And I mean really cranky.

Home is supposed to be a retreat, a haven. Well, supposed to. But instead, I get a visually disturbing dump full of clutter, with walls that have pieces crumbling off, big awful pipes that are rusted beyond repair, yellowing white paint on the walls, leaky taps, faulty sanitary ware, rotting wooden shelves, dining table with a split leg, and the list goes on. You know how audio accompaniment enhances a certain mood? Here, it works via the same principle, only in a totally different way.

Topping it all off is having people at home screaming at each other. Keyword: EACH OTHER. Which means it's between 2 people, and most definitely doesn't include me.

Very frankly, I'm sick and tired of all the shouting and hollering. It does nothing but pisses me off. And nothing gets solved in the end.

My mother, for some unfathomable reason, is very negative. She claims she's cheerful, optimistic and jovial. And she is lying.

Okay, maybe not lying consciously, because she herself is confused. Smiling and laughing do not simply denotes cheerfulness and optimism. It is essentially how you feel inside that determines it. But for my mother, she may be smiling on the outside, but inside, she's all cooped up with all her worries. I have told her that she is not a happy person. And she refuses to admit to it. Confused, I presume.

I'd say she's an extreme pessimist. And she's unwilling to heed my advice on feeling good. She insists on fretting over financial isues and what not. And I do mean insist! She looks at "Fretting over everything" as her long-term goal.

And please do not say to me, "Then the more you should do something!"

I have given her the paints and brushes. That's the most I can go. The canvas is hers to paint. I can do no more if she doesn't wish to get on with the painting.

For that, I can care no less. Very seriously, I do not care. But of course I feel sad over this matter. For me to help, she she's gotta help herself. So you see, there's really notthing much that I can do.

I shall not associate with people who are constantly feeling bad for themselves. This family is not just broke, it's shattered. I'm saying this very matter-of-factly. No running away from facts.

And for goodness' sake! I'M NOT DEPRESSED OR ANYTHING! I've long outgrown that. I'm just, well, painting you a picture of how things are around me. Salvaging the family, I suppose, will be useless because the shattered pieces have evolved. Or at least mine have evolved. You know how puzzle pieces only fit in one way, right? So it's the same thing here.

(You must be wondering, What's up with all the hypothetic talk? Well, nothing. Just felt like it.)

Therefore, when I have the chance to move out to live alone, I shall pounce on the chance at once, against all odds. I'm not being rebellious here. It's just that you're not used to seeing people not conforming to society. I'm a non-conformist. Do things different? It's OKAY.

Very importantly, I'd like to stress that DIFFERENT not equals WRONG. But to my mother, DIFFERENT equals WRONG in every possible way. How do you suppose I can live with that? Any chance at all will be next to nil.

Phew! All that's been said is making me feel just a little dreadful. Oh wait, now I feel peace in my heart. I've got everything off my chest. It's a good feeling. Since I feel extraordinary, I shall tell you a story.

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Wahaha!... Not today! Tomorrow perhaps. See ya!

Hey! Guess what? I got my hair cut on Monday. Hmm... Come to think of it, shave sounds more like it.

Anyways, it's so spunky and cool. I love it to shreds.

But the dreadful thing is, WHY DO THEY HAVE TO RAISE THE PRICES???

"Because of the Chinese New Year lor," IS NOT A VALID ANSWER AT ALL!!!

Is there any reason behind it? I seldom (close to never) read the papers, so I do not know. It's definitely dumb anyway.

For the new hair-cut, I got scolded by my mother:

ONE MONTH ONE HAIR-CUT! (intense glaring and eye-rolling) YOU THINK VERY RICH AR?! ONLY KNOW HOW TO WASTE MONEY! AND CUT UNTIL SO UGLY! SO PUNKY!

Let's look at what she said (not shouted) to me a few days ago:

Are you going to cut your hair before the Chinese New Year? I only allow you to go back there (It's Hairy!) one last time ar, cannot spend so much on hair-cuts.

What the hell?...

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Yesterday, I went for Rovers' PT(physical training). And now I cannot move my arms. My tummy muscles hurt. My back aches.

Any rotation of the upper arm induces a pain like no other. Luckily I do not have anyone to crap with today. Because if I laugh, I'll cramp up my tummy muscles immediately. I cannot walk upright because I just hurt all over.

So I was only out for a while today. Zoomed straight home after that. Great to just lean back and relax my whole body.

Well, except for my fingers since I've blogged aplenty for today.

I'm finally back after such a long time. And you thought I was dead?! No way! Just been kinda busy with things, keeping late nights and stuff.

But I'm back once again and it's bright and early in the morning. I feel especially great after eating ba-kwa (BBQ-ed pork) for breakfast.

On Saturday night, I went for SP Rovers' 25th Annual Dinner and Dance. Let's just say everything was planned according to a really strict budget.

Anyways, I brought (brought only, not wear) my maroon corduroy blazer, hoping to see a whole lot of people dressed up to the nines. But then my hopes were dashed. But it's all right, at least I didn't overdress.

Then people started to try on my blazer. It started out with a couple of people, then it suddenly grew to more guys coming to just try it on. All I'm saying is, MY BLAZER LOOKS FREAKING NICE LAH!

After the party ended, a couple of guys and I didn't feel like going home yet, so one of them suggested going Clarke Quay. I was like, "Yeah!". Yes, Clarke Quay. I went to Clarke Quay and stayed out till 2 am or something.

And you know what's at Clarke Quay right? But you didn't hear it from me. I didn't say anything. Just Clarke Quay. It was my first time anyway. Felt weird.

Then we were having a bite at McDonald's at Liang Court. My friend ordered a McSpicy and discovered that the bun was rock hard (literally). Asked for a change from the manager. You know what he got back? A McChicken.

But that's not the end of it yet.

When the manager came back with the McChicken, he said: "You can have this first. They are still preparing the buns for the McSpicy. I'll send it to you later."

In other words, "While you wait for your McSpicy to be ready, you can have this McChicken first."

I was just shocked. More of impressed actually. But my friend didn't eat it. Because we are not big burly Caucasians.

Have you seen how much they can eat? I think the guys average around 2.5 burgers at one go. It's so freaky. I saw this man with 2 BigMacs and finished it up really quickly. Powerful eaters.

Talking about burgers, I still haven't got the chance to dine at Carl's Jr. What a no-lifer...

Then yesterday, I spent my whole day working. The crowd was sparse, so there wasn't really much life going on. Except for me going crazy snapping photos of myself with a colleague's phone. Not to forget my endless burps.

However, yesterday was strange because in the first half of the day, I didn't have any burps at all. Then it kinda worried me because it's just NOT normal. Well, my worries ceased when the burps came thronging back in full force after lunch hour.

Man, I'm boring myself to death, much less you. See you soon with more substance.

P.S. My last post was on Friday? Meaning I was gone for the weekend only? Really?! Felt like a week of absence to me...

Today, I was at Temasek Polytechnic's Open House. I wasn't really there for the course info, was just there to soak up that wonderful air that TP offers. It's just fantastic air there. I don't know why. Makes me feel good.

Then later, I went shopping at Bugis. I was in ICON with a couple of friends. After shopping, we decided to GO EAT SHIT together in a shop selling Taiwanese delights.

Whenever I'm at the entrance to of ICON, I will smell this pungent stench, kinda like those that you get from cow dung or doggy poo-poo. And yes, the stench is strong. Very strong. All the while, I just told myself that it's probably some organic fertiliser they used for the plants. So today, I discovered the source of the stench and had a fun time eating it too.

Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time of my life, I ate Fermented Beancurd - the one with appalling stench. To better describe this dish that Taiwanese people love, I shall call it SHIT-Flavoured Beancurd. Literally SHIT-flavoured.

At first, we were anticipating it. Then eager anticipation turned into a rude surprise. A surprise that sent our tastebuds into rage and left us speechless. We were just laughing our silly selves away. I cannot believe people pay for something that tastes so bad. I didn't even expect something that tastes so bad to exist. Most importantly, looks are deceptive.

It didn't smell that bad when it was served. Then I convinced my friend that it'll be completely different once you bite into it. Indeed, different it was. It was wilder than I thought. Totally blew my mind out. And I was very brave. I swallowed all that I chewed, which was half a bite-sized piece. In total, we ate one and a half pieces of it.

It's as though for once, I understand how some Caucasians feel when they smell durian. And now, I completely understand when someone says, "Go eat SHIT lah!".

SHIT really tastes bad.

But overall, it had been a really wonderful experience. It's not everyday that you get to do stunts like that. It's like Fear Factor made simple. And you know what? SHIT-flavoured beancurd provide endless fun (and stench) for everyone. They're great for parties, sleepovers, gatherings, whatever. Very importantly, they come cheap. You don't need a whole piece to freak someone out of their sane minds. A cube of 8mm will do the trick.

TIP: Engage in a good photographer. I think you should capture the magical moments when people eat SHIT-flavoured beancurd. It's worth the money (and laughs).

Yesterday was such a fun day.

I had a great time talking crap with my colleagues. Humorous crap. Funny crap. Side-splitting crap. Not crap crap.

Then I also got a fantastic insight to what goes on in a design course. And then I became really excited. I mean REALLY excited. I can almost feel it rushing throuh my veins already. I feel so glad that I've made up my mind. It's truly a wonderful feeling. As though I'm on the top of the world.

As a result, THE BURPING WILL NOT STOP!!!

You'd be incredulous how many times I can burp in an hour. I used to think it was kinda gross. But then when I was the one burping, I didn't think it was all that bad after all. I wish to record all my burps, then clip them together to produce a melody. Hopefully I can produce a full CD of burping melodies.

Erm, just wishful thinking on my part.

Anyways, some people can drag their burps for a few beats straight. I wonder how they do it. It's so amazing. You know, those long and draggy burps that have a certain cadence to it? It's not gross, neither is it unglam. Grow outta it!

You know how they always associate bingeing on ice-cream with depression? That's gotta be some serious crap I've heard. There's nothing wrong with gorging down one full pint of ice-cream. Especially when it's Ben & Jerry's ice-cream or something.

Have you tasted chocolates from Royce before? I tell you, they're truly delectable. It's like for once, you'd really really REALLY understand the phrase "Melt in your mouth". Cut into bite-sized pieces, it is really essentially that they're kept refrigerated. Just looking at it, you won't really think much of it. Until the moment you seal the chocolate off from the outside world in your mouth. From then on, it's heaven. Either you're speechless, or you cannot stop moaning. Moaning due to pleasure.

For me, I was moaning away. Sheer pleasure, okay. Then my colleague said I sounded like I was having an orgasm. Haha!... That's how wonderful Royce chocolates are. Talk about pleasures!

And since I remembered this incident, I shall recount it.

A while back, I was on the train, just minding my own business, listening to great music on my player while I sat beside a middle-aged woman.

Then by the corner of my eye, I caught that woman constantly directing her line of vision towards me. You know how uncomfortable it gets whenever you get someone staring at you. You can almost feel it creeping down your side. Or the idea of having someone peeking over your shoulder? It's just a thorn in one's side.

Anyways, so she couldn't stop turning her head to me. And I got a little fed-up and turned towards her, half-glared at her. Then I saw her lips move. I only saw her lips move and heard my fantastic line-up of music. So for I removed my earpiece and asked for her to repeat what she said:

It's too loud, (points to ears), you should turn it down. You don't feel it now, but when you reach your 30s or 40s, you're going to hear the ringing in your ears (while pointing to ears again).

Frankly, I was appalled. Caught off guard. I didn't know what to say, so I only managed to utter a feeble "Okay,". Consequently, I turned down the volume, just to appease her. After maybe a minute or so, I felt her say something again. Removed earpiece, asked to repeat:

You don't mind me telling you this, ar? Cos you know...

This time, I was really pissed. I just said, "Oh, it's all right. I don't mind." and flashed that million-dollar smile, in every way sarcastic. After which, I reverted to enjoying my music.

I alighted a few stops after that and immediately turned up the volume again.

You know the stupidest thing about what happened? She asked me if I'd mind what she said after she had said what she said. It's so STUPID!!! I mean, like what the hell?! She knew very well that she would be offending people by asking that lame request, yet she still did it. I'm not receptive to requests like that.

My only concern, get it over and done with asap, with minimal interaction while still being polite. Rudeness, by any standard, is unacceptable.

And for now, it's likely my music continues to play at that same decibel level. As long as I enjoy it, there is nothing wrong.

You should enjoy yourself too!

OKAY, 1 BIG QUESTION FROM ME:

How to configure my template so that I allow comments to be posted and viewed? Didn't work for the previous skin. This one neither. Same for all other skins that other people have.

Please help.

Today, I was stopped by a lady at an MRT station.

And no, she wasn't hooking me up or something. Just trying to "educate the public, especially teenagers on how to effectively manage their finances so that you will have a firm financial background to fall back on during tough times".

Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Then she also asked me a lot of negative questions. I felt interrogated although she was trying to make the whole thing as casual as she could. As though interrogation was not enough, she was asking questions that crossed my comfort zone.

Question 1: Have you ever thought of what you're going to do when you can't get a job?
Answer: Erm, no. (Frankly, it's a no. I don't worry about such things. It's way out of my league.)

Question 2: So what if you have difficulties finding a job for let's say, one or two years. Have you thought of what you can do?
Answer: Haven't really thought about that.

And there were other senseless questions that I can't recall.

But I definitely do recall her asking me to sit down at their booth to get more information on financial planning. Very obviously, I rejected her. When she asked wy, I just said I ddn't want.

It started out as a "survey". But turned out to be some lame finance thingy. Seriously, they're just out there to prey on unsuspecting victims. And the gullible will definitely step right into their scheming trap, only to find someone talking them crap, in a way sicker than Michael Jack.

I'm heavily influenced by rap music.

Run Like The Wind

Run Like The Wind

Looking back at it, it's kinda cheesy, don't you think?

I had used this as one of my long-term goals. But at least when you read it out to yourself, you don't feel negative right? Rather than you say, "Trim off excess fats by running regularly". Tell me you feel good when you recite that to yourself.

Anyways, this morning, I went for a jog. Jogging isn't really routine for me. It very much depends on how I feel. But today, I half-jogged and half-ran for like approximately 24 minutes. Pretty amazing feat, if you ask me.

But at the 18th minute or something, I felt like I was gonna die! Then I felt a little stupid(not dumb, but STUPID) for pushing myself so hard. So immediately I flip switched to think of something more positive, as I knew feeling stupid would eventually lead to something bad happening to me. Thus, I endured and finally stopped at the 24th minute.

Boy, did it feel good to stop. Then I looked back and thought, "Man, I'm good!"

Okay, maybe not that much of ego coming out of it, but it was great! I'm not as weak as I thought I was. I should banish that thought into hell, and never hear from it again.

See you later!

New Skin Once More

Golly! Look at the time!

I have spent at least 3 hours on this new skin. It's such a headache. But it strange that I derive joy out of it too. We bid goodbye to the dark and gloomy storm-inspired layout to say hello to this bright and cheery retro-looking skin. Changes prefer to come in groups.

Tweaking with the html codes is tedious, man... I can never be pro at html codes. It's so complicated. I tried reading up some online tutorials and then I realised that there's still so much to master to become a pro at it. Whatever...

In the meantime, I'm very proud of my new creation. Looks great, feels great. I feel that sense of accomplishment. It's a really gratifying feeling. I'm all warm and fuzzy inside. What can I say? I totally rock...

I feel my creativity flowing already. And you know what best way to utilise this creativity? Plonk it generously on clothes.

With that, I mean coming up with uber cool designs for fashion apparel. And you know where that's eventually going to go? It's gonna lead to sales and marketing. Today, I received a message which had an entrepreneurial spirit attached to it, asking if I was interested in getting roped into business selling DIY-ed goods. Of course I agreed to it. I'm always game for new challenges.

You see, that's the great thing about being adventurous. You just derive so much joy and excitement outta it. And you'll never ever know what to expect, so 100% of the time, you're just getting amazed by what you eventually get.

Recently, I've been feeling really in touch with my inner self. I have come to embrace who I really am inside. No more self delusions, no more self denial. The timing couldn't have been better. I'm just so happy every day.

However, it's really a shame that some things have to part too. Well, you gain some, you lose some. In the end, it's just all for the better, so enjoy the moment, and feel good about the future.

Yes, I know how hard it can be, especially since this society is, to most people(excludes me), cruel, gruel and unforgiving. Societal pressure is driving everyone bonkers. So don't let it get to you. It's that simple.

To quote lyrics from a song by Akon titled "Don't Let Up":

No matter how bad things get

Just don't let it get to you

I know you're trying to make ends meet

So don't let it get to you

You only got one life to live

So don't let it get to you

So go on and make the best of it

Just don't let it get to you

All right, I confess.

That surprise of mine isn't really that fantastic to you out there. But at least it is to me, and that's pretty much all that matters.

But of course, I'll not neglect my readers too. So millions apologies for the not-so-surprising unveil. Who ask you to think so far out anyway...

Okay, so from now on, I pledge to not cultivate false hope and anticipation in you. I suppose this once was enough for you. Or is it?

In the meantime, you can relax as I bring you more outrageous and interesting entries.

Alright, alright, no false hope and anticipation. I get it. Got it, keeping it. You can relax, seriously...

Today, let's take a look on my dislike for dumb people. Not dumb vs. intelligent kinda dumb, but more like bimbotic and himbotic kinda dumb.

Sometimes I have no idea if these bimbos and himbos are just feigning ignorance or what. Some things are just so obvious and you're not getting it? It spoils the fun and reflects the lack of sense of humour in you.

Despite my intense dislike of these 'slower' people, I do not go around dissing them. It's very mean, okay. Instead, I like to behave like one of them.

Seriously, it's quite fun being a himbo. Dumb, of course, but happy at least. You could say the extreme bimbos and himbos are the happiest people alive since they'll have the most ignorance about things around them. And as I've always said, Ignorance is bliss.

While acting dumb, I'm not just having fun acting, I'm also having fun poking fun at them. I have constantly been amused by some silly antics from dumb people and I feel incredulous that some of them can say some really, well, dumb things.

I'd like to say, DUMB not equals STUPID. If you think why I'm such a meanie-beanie, then you're considered STUPID, not DUMB.

Well, I'd like to think of DUMB equals FUNNY (in certain ways only).

In cracking jokes, being dumb isn't going to help anyone. It'll just be a hindrance to the general audience trying to have a good laugh.

However, being dumb in sitcoms is just plain funny. Have you noticed in American sitcoms that there's always at least one dumb character who thinks he's especially smart? Now, that's when DUMB equals FUNNY. And I think they're subtly poking fun at the immensely dumb population of people.

Oh yes, you know what's the best thing about teasing these bimbos and himbos? For at least half the time you poke fun at them, they do not realise it! It just gives you that much more reasons to laugh out loud. However, I prefer to snicker silently.

To all the bimbos and himbos:

You light up my life.

Hello there!

Ready?

I can't hear you, Ready?

Here goes! Take a look at this:
Let me introduce all of you to Sally. Yes, that's right, that's a really fantastic portrait of Sally. She looks so happy and joyous right? Don't you feel warm and fuzzy inside when you see her happy face?

And you know what the big surprise? You can find this priceless portrait of Sally on one of my fashion apparel.

Behold:

P.S. Variation in colour of denim due to inconsistent camera techniques.

Yes, indeed it is.

I have sent my oldest pair of jeans to HAUT for customization. I'm enthralled by the artist's creation. Don't you think it's so freaking cool?!

I had left very little specifications for the artist, Aisha, hoping I can get a surprise when I get my jeans back. A surprise I yearned, a surprise I got.

See that dark patch on the right pocket? It got removed. Aisha had SMS-ed me, "Is it okay if I sacrifice one of the back pockets?"

I was like, "Yeah, go ahead, I'm ready for anything."

It's just so wonderful, eh?

When I went down to collect it, they asked me to put it on and guess what they did? They took a full-length photo of the satisfied me in the fabulous new artwork. And then they told me that they are gonna be putting up the photo in the shop. Talking about free publicity!

Here's a closer look at the magnificent sight:

Isn't that great work? And I paid good money for it.

I'm so happy. You should too. Let's be joyous together. I know it's not always that you're feeling happy. So for now, feast your eyes on this ethereal sight.

This pair of jeans got a great new look now. It's like an Extreme Makeover.

Has Sally gotten your attention yet?

Call me a no-lifer, whatever. I cannot care less. I think I'm gonna spend my weekend churning out entry after entry. Sometimes it just makes you wonder if I'm deprived from talking outside of the Blogosphere. Fortunately, that's a no.

Anyways, let's zoom straight to the point: I LOVE JUNK FOOD!

Lunch Menu for Tuesday

Main Course
2 bags of delectable Jack&Jill potato chips served with salsa chilli seasoning
Koka's spicy marinara flavoured rice noodles served hot in styrofoam bowl.

Beverage
Glass of Sprite with plenty of ice cubes

Lunch and Dinner Menu for Thursday

Main Courses
Koka's Tom Yum flavoured noodles served hot in styrofoam bowl.
Koka's Spicy Marinara flavoured noodles served hot in styrofoam bowl.
Koka's Laksa Singapura flavoured noodles served hot in styrofoam bowl.

Beverage
Free flow Sprite (of which I made good use of)

Dessert
1 tub Ben & Jerry's New York Chocolate Fudge ice-cream.

Dinner Menu tonight

Main Course
3 bags of Jack&Jill potato chips served with salsa chilli seasoning

Beverage
2 cans of Sprite Ice

In case you're wondering why I haven't grown fat and ugly, or even die, it's because I feel really good after eating junk food. Feeling good is all that matters. But deep down, I know it's not really good for the body to take in so much junk food.

Which brings me to why some smokers have flawless skin. We all know smoking is not really beneficial. But when these smokers light up a cigar and start sucking at it, they feel good. It brings them relief. They start feeling good. Flowing positive energy. So indirectly, they benefit from smoking by developing good skin.

Not to sound jealous, but that kind of flawless complexion, is beauty that's indeed skin deep only.

Oh people! Would you look at that? Just after the button that launches the tag-board. It's a new addition, 'Strike Count'.

Yes, I've included a visitor counter on my site. But frankly, four digits is pretty exaggerated. I know very well that only a small group of people visit my site. But nevertheless, I shall leave the counter as it is.

I'm happy just looking at it. Sometimes, the presence of someting is enough. You don't really need it to do anything. But at least you know for a fact that it's there.

This morning, I crawled out of bed to turn off the morning alarm, which is my mobile phone, actually. Then I read a mesage from a cousin, after which I was jolted out of my senses. I sprawled on the ground laughing 'cos it's was so amusing. Like seriously, that thought has never ever crossed my mind.

So the message went something like:

You should consider going into writing teenage novels. Reading your blog up till this hour(2.35am). Try writing. Really.

Can you imagine me penning books and novels? It's so weird right? But it's indeed something fresh and new, just the way I like it. Maybe I'll do just that. I don't know. You'll never know what's gonna happen.

For now, I think I'll just continue feeling good and penning down whatever I deem interesting. My mind is brimming with cool ideas, sometimes wacky. However, I am still unable to churn them out at will. Unless I get a brain wave, those wacky ideas will just be trapped in this thick head of mine.

Then another message came from a classmate. Went quite like that:

How you become so effectively bilingual?...

Once again, I was greatly amused by it. I thought my Mandarin was not that good. But seems that it's still pretty all right. My English also cannot really make it leh. I suppose, for my age, I should theoretically have a flourishing bank of vocabulary, accompanied with a witty yet mature style of writing. But I feel all I can manage is vapid teenage lingo.

Okay, so my English really isn't as bad as I think it is, but you can definitely agree that it has plenty of room for improvement eh?

As for my Chinese, I fear for it's future.

I was working just the other day when two Chinese nationals patrons came up to my counter. And they started asking me questions in heavily-accented Mandarin. I was stunned. My head spun like anything. I was speechless. So I just gave that blank look, at which I'm very proficient. So treacherous of me, right?

The scene was so embarrassing. I was so worried that I'd screw things up. And I eventually did. But at least the two men got what they came for. It had been an arduous 3 minutes of so. I always freak out when all the accented Chinese-speaking folks come by. Totally nightmarish. Yet Chinese isn't exactly something that I like very much. Maybe verbally it's still pretty acceptable for me. But when it comes to writing, I cannot make it lah.

Today, I went to Queensway Shopping Centre and IKEA Furnishings.

Question: What comes to mind when you think of IKEA?

Answer: YUMMY AND CHEAP HOTDOGS!!!

Very obviously, I managed to savour my favourite snack. I only had one because I wasn't really hungry. It could have been 3 hotdogs, you know. Then I went over to Queensway Shopping Centre, hoping to find a pair of jeans for the lunar new year.

What do you mean? Of course it was a futile search! This theory of mine has been tried and tested for many times. When you wanna get clothes, you cannot plan ahead what you want. It's very likely that you'd fancy nothing you see. I've experienced it many times, and I'm still shamelessly and hopelessly doing it time and time again.

Let's look back at my fabulous buys from Sunday. I hadn't planned on getting a long-sleeved shirt that day. I also hadn't planned on getting that fabulous-looking belt buckle too. They all called out to me. I didn't ask for them. The more you ask of them, the more they won't come.

Don't think you're King or something, please. It's not 'I want it, so I'll have it'. Let the clothes come to you, not the other way round. And because I'm personifying clothes, it gives you every single valid reason to respect and treasure your clothes.

When your clothes get old, retire them. I cannot stand the sight of people wearing visibly worn-out clothes and still having the cheek to parade the streets. Nobody will give two hoots if you look bad. But at least respect your clothes. You don't mind looking bad, but have you thought of your clothes? They look bad and you're dishing them out into the public eye against their will? That's pretty cruel, isn't it?

I have no further comments whatsoever.

So long now.

Sorry folks, but my much anticipated surprise has been postponed till tomorrow, Saturday. But because I need to prepare some materials for the Big Unveil, you'd probably only get to hear from me on Sunday early morning or late at night.

Meanwhile, we take a look at my recent happenings.

Far East Plaza has got the be my favourite hang-out. The place is just brimming with great stuff. It's like a treasure trove, laden with surprises.

Recently, I met someone who is also a Far East Plaza regular patron, like me. It's so amazing. And you know what's more amazing? We're both head over heels in love.

Yes, that's right, in love.

I know it's a little unbelievable and all, but you cannot deny facts. I'm really glad that I managed to muster up the courage to publish this entry with heartfelt revelations about my love life.

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Oh, PUH-LEASE!!!

Wahahaha!... I was just pulling your leg. I just love that shocked look of yours. If not shocked, then incredulous at least. I just love talking crap. It's so funny...

Anyways, we are indeed head over heels in love, but not with each other lah, we're all over the place when it comes to Ed Hardy's rhinestone-studded, tattoo-inspired design caps. Bling bling!! and Kaa-Chiing!!

The Ed Hardy cap is like our common goal. But for now, we're loving Far East Plaza like hell.

It's so freaky to met someone so much like yourself. But it's pretty cool at the same time.

The Unhappy World

I'm truly a happy person. And I don't see what's wrong with it. This dumb society has people thinking that Life is all about misfortunes, grief, regret, and all things negative. It's as though there's no such thing as happiness, not of course if you're rich, that is.

However, I'm not rich, yet still happy. And I guess people have a problem coping with that. It especially becomes difficult to accept when something different comes along.

That's exactly how I like things to be. Different, fresh, bold. There's really nothing wrong. I'm not afraid of pursuing my interest in design. People can give me sound and valuable advice, but that's not what I really wanna hear.

If only someone could tell me, "You live only once. Pursue what you're passionate about. You wouldn't wanna bust your prime years doing something that's not you." You know, it'd really help if that someone was of blood relation too.

But so far, I'm the only one who have told myself that. Frankly, that should be adequate for me. Of course, I cannot forget that my best pals are there to support me too.

And back to this dumb-ass society.

"Biotechnology is a good course, it'll bring you far. No need to fear not having a job in the future."

F- that to the depths of Hell!

Science is portrayed as the best thing to pursue. It seems like your future will be bright if you're pursuing a Science subject. So only doctors, scientists, and other Science related professions can make it big? Gimme a break lah.

It's so stupid to think that way. It's totally baseless. Completely absurd. The good thing is, I have a sense of humour and I absolutely understand what the joke is driving at.

F- this silly society. I don't believe it'll change anytime soon.

Meanwhile, these people can go on feeling hopeless and fearful. They can go on making stupid decisions, then regretting later. It's not my problem. They do not want to take control of their lives. There is nothing I can do. I feel sad for them.

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Suddenly I'm happy again. Haha!... See, I told you I'm a happy person.

However, last night, I felt really sad. So sad that I felt like crying. I shan't elaborate on it, 'cos it's kinda personal. It's one of those things that are just the way they are. It's something that cannot be changed, so the only way out is to accept. I have accepted, but it's just that sometimes I'll just look back to wish things were different. Call it melancholic flashback.

Life is happy. But it's okay to indulge in OCCASIONAL bouts of negative emotional expression.

I'm off to enjoy Life. Hear from me soon on my long-awaited surprise. Sunday, it'll be.

Hey! Thursday's only one day away. It's definitely really exciting for me. Maybe you won't be as thrilled as me. I don't know, we'll just have to wait and see. I cannot wait!!!

Working It!

This rain today has got really fantastic stamina to be able to go on for hours straight. But at least, I'm lovin' it like crazy.

My mother told me, "With this rain going, it's almost equals to having one arm gone, since you'd have to carry the umbrella."

I replied, "No, not me." and gave that innocent look.

Then she said, "For weird people like you then it's different."


Today, I went shopping. Actually, I was asked to go shopping for clothes by my mother. So I left home in the afternoon, when it was drizzling. I just refused to bring an umbrella despite the rain. I shall not be caught dead with an umbrella. Here are the reasons why:

1. Rain is cool.
2. Umbrellas hinder shopping.
3. Umbrellas are heavy and bulky.
4. Umbrellas are ugly.
5. I love to walk in the rain.
6. Umbrellas ruin my look.
7. Umbrellas do not ensure that I'm kept dry.
8. I have better things to do with my hand.
9. Umbrellas suck!

I have been in the rain many times today. In total, I think I should have had at least a full pail of rain water on me.

I was going to IMM from Jurong East MRT station. Rather long walk, considering the fact that it was raining heavier than before, but still a drizzle nonetheless. Anyways, halfway through, someone with an umbrella came up to me from behind and offered to share his brolly.

I was awestruck! It's just so weird. SO WEIRD!

But nice guy he was. And I thought there were no nice people in Singapore.

Today, I bought a green-striped long-sleeved shirt with military motifs, badges and rank, etc. From RADIOACTIVE shop in Far East Plaza. Exactly what I wanted. It was new arrival too. Indeed, arrived at the right time. I'm so lucky.

While strolling in the rain along Scotts Road, I had a brain wave and decided to get a belt too. So after buying my shirt, I went to LIPS ENTERPRISE to get my awesome belt with an even more awesome buckle. Didn't really know what to get, until the 'sista' showed me a cassette tape buckle. I was like, "Cool!". And of course I got it. It looks so vintage, so ancient yet classic. Fantastic!

That was pretty much it. Saw a nice looking cap too, but wasn't really sure if I should get it, especially when now there isn't any valid or good reason to cover up my awesome-looking hair...

I'm so excited with the new clothes. However, if I were to wear it anytime before the Chinese New Year, my mother's sure to scream. The only reason why she's prompting me to go get new clothes is because Chinese New year is coming. However, for me, getting new clothes depends on how I feel. Especially when I feel good. The dangerous thing about spending money on clothes when you're feeling down is that you're most probably gonna get ugly clothes. There's really no way for good clothes to come your way when you're feeling so negative.

Whenever I feel slightly bad, the sure-fire way to cheer myself up is to cook up a storm. Haha, okay, not much of a storm, just something minor. I love potatoes, pasta, cream, mushrooms, ham and herbs and lotsa Tabasco sauce. I'm not that much of a cook really, but I can at least whip up something that's presentable and taste okay.

Cooking is fun. It's like painting.

I've painted 'NERD' on my tee already. It looks fab. I added in dripping paint at the bottom of the letters too. In silver paint. I couldn't get the white on, so I settled with silver. Looks so cool. And I took a picture of it, with a you-cannot-believe-anyone-is-still-using-it kind of camera. Let's wait for the photos to be developed before I upload it.

Meanwhile, be VERY excited as Thursday draws near...

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

1. Gave myself a nasty boo-boo on the left index finger. Was trying to slice open the top of a squiggy paint bottle. Used much force. And poof! I sliced myself too. Got stunned, went into mild shock. Hurriedly called first-aider friend for help. All was fine.

2. Had a great big fall. Some F-ing dumb-ass at home decides to mop the floor. Did a lousy job. The floor was wet with soap water. WET. Slippery wet. Not damp wet. Leapt off my bed as I usually do with much ease. Instead of landing on feet, I skidded a little, landed on right pelvic area, head bumped slightly onto TV rack. Crammy space, I'd say. And to hell with that jinx.

3. Freakin' computer took three illegal shut-downs before successfully connecting me to the Internet. I'm patient. So I could afford to wait.

4. Freakin' compter, again, turn against me. Closed my Explorer window in the midst of typing an almost completed blog entry. I'm used to it. Just wait till I get my own computer. Oh yes, just for your information, this happened because that jinx which couldn't mop the floor properly decided to interrupt me.

That's the end of the series of unfortunate events. Now I hurt like crazy. But today hasn't been all bad. It just happened that today I had to suffer an onslaught of misfortunes.

Nevertheless, I got myself new clothes. Well, they're not what you'd expect, because I got them in Bedok Central. Anyways, I was hanging around in Bedok when I got a brain wave. Then I found myself at Giordano trying on a T-shirt size. I left with 2 white tees and a black one. Yes, black and white. PLAIN black and white. So I can paint on my own designs.

So a while ago, I started on a white tee. Painted a nice and big gold rectangle on it (Hence the cut on finger). In later stage, I shall imprint the word "NERD" right in the middle of the gold box. Something like that: (except there's no black outline and word is white)



Meanwhile, I am anxiouslt awaiting the coming of Thursday. It shall be the day of relevation. I'm so excited! You shall be too when the day comes. It's a surprise.

Prepared to be surprised.

HAUT

Have you always wanted to customize your own clothes, be it jeans, jackets, t-shirts, etc, but never knew how because you're afraid that you might end up wrecking your clothes?

Well, fret not! Because HAUT is around!

HAUT provides customization services for you! You can bring on whatever you'd like for them to print out cool designs for you. And if you're especially inclined towards graphic design, why not come up with your own design, colour scheme, and then hand it over to the people at HAUT to do professional printing service on your clothes for you?

The shopkeeper is a really friendly woman. Excellent customer service attitude. She had told me that HAUT also specialises in military gear. And trust me, the look is getting hot these days. Stocks are limited, so if you like, you should buy it. They don't mass produce their goods, so you can be sure that you wouldn't be caught dead with someone wearing the same thing.

HAUT goes for that ultra vintage look. Oh, they offer services to rip your jeans too. There's just so much that they offer, you should just check it out yourself. Anyways, as I was saying, HAUT gives that vintage flavour to your outfit. I don't think anyone can go wrong with that vintage look.

New stock come in every 2 months, so you can bet that you won't see the same old stuff all the time. The shopkeeper also told me that stock for vintage military pouches are coming in soon.

Oh yes, before I forget, HAUT sells the coolest apparel, especially for guys. The shopkeeper had said that they try to import goods from US, UK, and other further places, so they can provide more variety instead of seeing the same old styles in Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, etc.

I'm so excited just talking about it. It's like my dream come true. I believe everyone should at least drop by HAUT, get at least a belt done. I have yet to witness their works of art on my clothes. I believe it'll be some time soon.

And just in case you're wondering how I manage to come across such cool deals, it's because I have a life, and I get out a lot. So to you out there:

"GET A LIFE! BE ADVENTUROUS! SCOUR THE STREETS!!!"

HAUT Customization Service is found at ICON @ Bugis Point 530 North Bridge Road Unit 03-01H.

Or in really simple terms, ICON @ Bugis Point is opposite BreadTalk Parco Bugis Junction. Cross the road and you won't miss it. Go up from the stairs you see in front of you. No way you can miss it. Absolutely no way.

High Flying

Yesterday morning was really terrible.

I kinda woke up feeling like I've fallen into a bottomless pit. The thing about me is that I either feel really good or really bad. There's no such thing as feeling neutral or okay. Anyways, it was then that my alter ego (Aego) screamed out loud:

"THIS CANNOT GO ON! STOP DELUDING YOURSELF AND GET THE HELL OUT OF BIOTECH! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK YOU CAN LIVE THROUGH ANOTHER 2 YEARS?! DO YOU?! I'VE BEEN TRYING SO HARD TO TELL YOU THIS, BUT YOU! YOU AND THAT THICK HEAD OF YOURS! JUST WOULDN'T LISTEN! WHADDYA TAKE ME FOR? INVISIBLE? GO GET A LIFE! STOP ALL THE DELUSIONS! WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK? FOLLOW YOUR GODDAMN HEART, YOU LAME-ASS!"
Finally, I can quit telling people that Biotech sucks. And I've to totally agree with Aego.

I've denied myself for far too long and I'm so ready for some kick-ass changes. It shall be the first major change in 2006 and I'm glad it's a good one. I was naive a year back which resulted in a year-long lesson that was learnt. This time, I back with more oomph and sense. I shall not learn another year-long lesson.

Whenever people asked me about what course I'm doing in Poly, I always say that I'm 'doing Biotech'. Well, 'doing' isn't good enough for me. I don't want to just do and not enjoy. I had sent an SMS to a friend in Temasek Polytechnic's Visual Communications. I had asked, "Is it fun?"

An the reply I got was, "Fun? Hmmm... Seriously, it's about passion. If you're not interested, then you're not gonna last."

How true. Everything boils down to passion. I had said some time ago that I would like to be passionate about what I'm doing. And Biotech is way out of the league. It's not even close to what I like. I don't wanna just 'do' my course. I wanna 'pursue' it.

It just sounds that much better right? And it doesn't just look and sound nice. It's gonna feel nice. It's gonna be an enjoyment, a commitment that I'll be willing to make. I don't usually make commitments, but when it comes to the right things, you'll never know what'll happen.

I didn't dare to publish this issue because I felt that I needed to confirm the decision before letting the whole world know (haha!...).

And to confirm my decision, I had to go through the head of the household, my mother. See lah, that's the thing about being a juvenile. Everything also must get parent's permission. Anyways, I was surprised at how easy it went. I was still feeling a little jumpy last night. However, last night hadn't been a great time to tell her anyway. So I waited till tonight to tell her. I was rummaging through my mind as to how to start the conversation. I was that close to freaking out. But since I swear by feeling good, I immediately flip switched to feel good about things.

So, while I was washing the dishes (I cooked pasta for dinner for myself earlier and it tasted fantastic as it always does), I just commented, "(Sigh!) Study until wanna die already."

From that moment on, everything went smoothly as I recounted to her some of my stupid choices and told her about my plans. She even told me to get more info first and gave me other useful information. It's amazing how everything proceeded with such ease.

And so with the green light up, I'm ready to embrace a new beginning.

Congratulations to me!

New Year, New Fears

I don't know how and why, but the first few days of 2006 have been really creepy. Not that smooth sailing and I'm feeling a little jumpy. Maybe even freaked out. I feel bad.

What a bad start. And my cousin got booted out of Campus Superstar. It's just the first round! Anyways, to heck with it. I shan't talk about Campus Superstar 'cos it's not worth the time and effort. Then I got booted out of my group for a module's presentation. Can you believe how tough things are going? My gosh! If this goes on I think I'm gonna pass out.

I'm so bugged down by school too. More specifically, it's the freakin' course that's bugging me like hell. I'm that close to giving up. Oh wait, I'm not even sure if I had taken it up in the first place. It's all so weird. And then there's all that crap that people are telling me. I think I'm kinda crumbling under all that pressure. It's so unlike me, but hey, it's the new year. Strange things happen.

Back to me getting booted out of my group. Seriously, I hadn't officially joined the group. So it doesn't really affect me that much. Though when the news first broke, I wanted to wail like a baby. Then I just thought it wasn't that worth it and I was back and alive in around 10 minutes or so. Okay, so the thing now is, I'm not gonna get a grade for that presentation. Which also means I can kiss passing that module goodbye. There's always next time, so whatever. To hell with it.

Then I thought to myself, "Do I even work well with others?"

And with almost absolute certainty, I replied, "No."

So let's conclude that I do not work well with other people. And then it all boils down to me again. I HATE TO BE TIED DOWN BECAUSE I LOVE FREEDOM.

In this case, group work crosses that comfort zone of mine. This makes me really uncomfortable. And I suppose it's the end of me since I can't work with others? Actually I don't think it's that serious. But let's just keeps things to the extremes. For contrast and oomph. (Haha!...)

This little 'problem' here has in fact been loitering around in my head. It's just that I haven't been paying much attention to it. I don't think my life is over because to be really concise, I do not work well with STRANGERS. And it doesn't help that STRANGERS come in the form of 2 smart-alecky, rich and stuck-up kids, as in the case of the group I got booted out from.

I knew it was suicide when I decided to join the "Arrogant Duo" in that elective module (meaning these people aren't from my course). But hell, I just wanted to know how stuck-up people function. Oh, when I say stuck-up, I mean REALLY stuck-up, arrogant, snobbish, speaks-with-"posh"-accent, show-offy, and well, RICH. Being rich and snobbish doesn't go together. You might as well be a freak.

So Arrogant Duo kicked me outta their group and I'm sure to fail my elective module, which in general, "no one fails their elective modules". F- that, please. Thank you.

By the way, Arrogant Duo is made up of one ugly guy and an even uglier girl. Hope your lunch digested well.

It's really no time to feel sad for myself, 'cos I believe that's the way I am. To put it very bluntly, I bum around like a sloth, except that I'm much cuter. Woohoo!~ Take it or leave it.

For the New Year: I DO NOT WORK WELL WITH STRANGERS.