Today, I'm really bored.

I have absolutely no idea what to do.

I wanted to go shopping, but then I'd probably get scolded for 'wasting money'.

Just the other day, yes, Monday, that is, I was feeling really bored too. So I went to Art Friend at Bras Basah Complex.

It was one of those aimless walking around sessions. I didn't know where it was. I knew it was near the National Library, and the library was near Bugis. So I started at Bugis and walked and walked. No detours, no nothing, and soon I found myself at Bras Basah Complex. When I was in there, I didn't know which level Art Friend was located. So I went up and up and up and there I was! At Art Friend!

I saw many wonderful stuff that intrigued me so much. I found rhinestones! Or in laymen's terms, I found bling-bling! Yay! You can look forward to ultra bling designs from me!

Now, I'm learning to draw.

Nothing's Up

Actually I haven't much stuff to talk about. These few days has been pretty ho-hum, nothing exciting. But at least I'm enjoying myself.

Oh yes, you see my new display pic? Cool, right? I drew it myself, okay...

But truthfully, I merely it traced out from the photo and added in some finishing touches. So cartoony. I like. Especially the bleeding black eyeliner.

Today, I had a really great time working. Very relaxed. Very crazy, 'cos we were just being very drama-mama for a few hours straight. Laughed like nobody's business too. Plus laughing really hard works your abs. The sloth's way out for getting flat tummies.

Actually I don't think I'm slothy, although the general perception will be that I'm a big-time sloth. Well, as I said, general.

I was just thinking, I should get some exercise. But then I just feel like there's no need to, unless I really feel like it. Running for me is rare. Few and far between. I mean, why force myself? I'm not gonna gain anything from making myself unhappy. Feel good, that's the most important thing.

I cannot wait for March to arrive because that is when I'll receive my enrolment results. It shall all be well.

Then I wondered, why didn't I think of applying for NAFA too?

Non-photogenic

To my horror, I discovered that I look damned terrible in photos.

And suddenly I just feel so ugly. So come to think of it, luckily I don't have a digicam. If not I'll be gawking at my ugly photos and feeling so bad for myself.

This freaky discovery came to light when I saw a photo taken on the third day of CNY at Breeks @ Marina Square. We asked the waitress to help us take a group photo. It suddenly looks terrible with me in it.

Anyways, talking about that, I don't believe I have mentioned anything about clumsy service crew at that Breeks restaurant, have I?

It was so funny. One of the waitress has got this SUPER blur look on her face. We were being really mean and poked fun at her. Well, since we know very well that we'll be going to Hell, it won't hurt to poke more fun at people.

Anyways, they started by dropping utensils. Then they dropped cups. Then they spilled water and used a cloth to soak up the mess and forgot all about it. So clumsy. SO FUNNY!

Man, it was so long ago. I forgot some bits of the story already. And I'm going to sleep.

Walls have Ears; So do FROGS

This is my latest paint project. I inserted WordArt in a Powerpoint slide, arranged them nicely, printed it out on tracing paper, sliced out the letters, tada! I got myself a stencil. And stencilled it onto a T-shirt.

I repeat that I DO NOT HAVE A DIGITAL CAMERA!!!

So very pathetically, I draped my T-shirt over the scanner and scanned the graphic in. Haha!... At least it works, right?

Okay, 'Walls have Ears; So do FROGS'.

All I'm trying to say is, when you're bitching about someone behind their backs, you just gotta be extra careful. But to me, walls definitely have ears. So you'd better not bitch about people at all. Definitely nothing to do with frogs. I just felt like putting it in because I'm nicknamed Froggy. Sounds very catchy.

Therefore, do not badmouth me behind my back. Because frogs DO have ears.

Talking about badmouthing, to have someone badmouthing you really isn't that bad, considering the fact that the person don't really know you well. You can comfortably shake it off because seriously, why do you care what strangers who don't know you say? You don't affect their lives, why should you let them affect yours?! But wait, what if the person that badmouths you is your mother?

A moment ago, my mother was badmouthing me to an aunt over the phone. She was far from being discreet. She was bitching about me right under my nose and within hearing range from me. She always does that. And it doesn't improve the relationship at all. In fact, it just irks me so much that I seriously don't wanna associate myself with her. She does that to my brother too. I wonder what she derives from all the bitching and badmouthing.

And it was all because I took my first shower for the day at 9.30 pm.

For that, she slammed many things, muttered to herself, cursed me to death, and muttered some more to herself. She'd really too generous in spreading her negativity. I've said that I cannot care less if she wants to feel bad. So I'm gonna say it again: "I do not care less if she wants to feel bad."

I wanna get out of this dump ASAP!

Thankfully, I'll be working full shifts for both Saturday and Sunday. What can be better than that?! I'm so glad that I'd be outta this hell hole for the whole day. I have things strewn everywhere. And for that I get to feast my ears on mad mutterings from my mother. How delightful!

Well, it's because I live in a small space with minimal storage space. Who can you blame, seriously? Plus it's not like 'we very rich, you know?'.

Thinking about all these makes me so excited for work tomorrow. I haven't been to work for some days now. Right, since Valentine's Day. I mean, f***ing Valentine's Day.

So long, now.

My Dream Home

Channel 5 provides daily coverage of the Torino Winter Olympics.

And I'm the least interested. They cut off all my American sitcoms to air people skating on ice while doing all sorts of things. I am not interested at all!

It's so sad. I have to resort to spending my time online when what I really want is to have a good laugh watching sitcoms!

After the Winter Olympics, Channel 5 is gonna air a GOLF TOURNAMENT!!!

Oh my gosh! Can you believe it?!

I've gotta wait till 12 noon to catch something I like. And that is Debbie Travis' Facelift - a show where Debbie Travis, very talented and cool woman, gives 'facelift' for people's home while the 'victim' is away.

I love looking at nice interiors. Allows my to dream about my future home. Sometimes, I want my home to be a spacious penthouse. Then at times, I thought a small space for myself would do pretty fine.

I want a brick wall at home. Just one piece of brick wall will do. I want it rugged, very industrial, very tacky. Then vandalise it.

It will be such a fun thing to have! Of course, I'll equip my home with spraycans of paints in assorted colours. Then when I feel like it, I just doodle on my brick wall. When I invite people over for get togethers, I'll invite them to leave a mark on my brick wall.

I want to sleep in a tropical rainforest. I was thinking 'jungle' a moment ago, then I figured that will be too 'guerilla warfare'. Not homely, to say the least. So yes, a tropical rainforest for my bedroom.

There's got to be a small flowing stream, trickling water will do. I want a shaded canopy above me. Dark green leaves, lush greenery all around me. Maybe a water bed? Oh yes, I want birds to chirp sweetly and softly. Nice, colourful birds. Not birds like crows or ravens. Very importantly, as much as I'd like the rainforest, those mozzies gotta go. I don't want mosquitoes sucking on me when I sleep.

The bedroom is my sanctuary, where I sleep peacefully, rest beautifully and wake up gracefully.

I will invite friends over to watch DVDs on my state-of-the-art home theatre system. Very ideally, no remote controls, no manual changing of discs. Everything is voice-commanded. Then I'll have an impressive catalogue of DVDs that are ready to be played just by telling my theatre system. Of course there is a plush lounger! Great drinks too. Lightings will dim automatically when the movie starts.

When I'm not using the theatre system, the room is a dancefloor. Because there is a raised platform on which the plush lounger lies. I just move it away. Activate the dancefloor, then the white platform illuminates, with blinking huge globs of light in lime green, hot pink and flaming orange. The disco ball descends from the ceiling. The music is fantastic. I can be either alone of with cool people.

I'd like a sleek, metallic kitchen. Then I can cook good food, have fabulous meals, and not have to manually wash the dishes because now, I have a dishwasher.

Hmmm... Then I'll have a walk-in wardrobe. Very much like a boutique. Then I'll refresh stock every 2 months. Old stock I'll donate to Salvation Army or sell to my friends.

Best of all, I am rich.

Billy Bombers

Last night, I finally dined in at Billy Bombers. I was with Kalis and Hairianto.

Actually the whole idea was to pass my masterpiece to Hairianto, but then I decided to throw in dinner too. So I decided to eat at Billy Bombers.

Spent, well, a bomb on the food, although we ordered a few dishes only.

I ordered a Nachos. It was my first time having nachos outside of the cinema. It costs 10 bucks, okay! Then I loved the taste. Initially, there were minced beef. I cannot eat beef, so great ol' Hairianto asked for them to change. The butch was so nice, got it changed for us. She also came by a few times to top-up our glasses.

I ordered a Pink Pussy Cat, essentially lemonade plus raspberry flavoured soda. When it came, I exclaimed in shock 'cos it was quite a big glass.

Kalis ordered a vanilla milkshake. When it came, I exclaimed in awe again. Because the waiter asked, "Vanilla milkshake?"

Kalis answered, "Yes,"

The waiter took a glass out in one hand, then dramatically poured the milkshake into the glass from a metal drink shaker. He then left the drink shaker to us cos there were still some of the milkshake left inside.

Then the portions were huge. So it's value for money.

I'm hungry again...

Valentine's, my foot!

P.S. Viewer's discretion advised. Keep an open mind and take things with a pinch of salt.

HAPPY BELATED FUCKING VALENTINE'S DAY!

I spent my V day working. It sucked.

So many freaking couples watching movies. Couples with bouquets of flowers. Most of all, DUMB couples!! DISGUSTING!

Makes me wanna puke. BECAUSE I HATE V DAY. Valentine's, my foot!...

My V day started with a flat phone and flat MP3 player. But I fucking forgot to bring the plug to work. Hence, no charging of my tech toys. The whole day without a handphone and music!

What better way to pamper myself than savouring Royce' chocolates? Went to the store, and guess what?! FUCKING LONG QUEUE.

Went down to the store hours later, guess what?! QUEUE STILL FREAKING LONG! Worst of all, GUESS WHAT?!?! The box of chocolates I wanted was FUCKING SOLD OUT!!!
Okay, fine, I get the hint. Thankfully, Ben & Jerry's is only opposite. I asked for 'New York Super Fudge Chunk' flavour. The happy girl from behind the counter told me it was, well, SOLD OUT!!!

Then I went back to my ticketing counter only to have to talk to fucking DUMB couples who don't understand the words that came outta my mouth; DUMB couples who seem to have never watched a movie before; DUMB couples who are at the same time deaf resulting in me having to speak at a thunderous tone; DUMB couples who are unappreciative.

Therefore, fuck V Day.

On A Happier Note

On a happier note, I have applied for TP's Visual Communications. But then I was told that they'll get back to me in 3 to 4 weeks time. That's a really long time. So meanwhile, I shall prepare myself for the course.

And I'm still so loving painting on jeans and shoes. In a few moment, I'll be painting on a new pair of slip-on shoes. This time, I'm doing it for a friend who requested it. I'm gonna start selling them soon.

Yes, and talking about the slip-on shoes, I bought them in Bedok, in a shop run by, well, apparently, munjens and ah bengs. So regarding the customer service, you know lah, not so fantastic. Actually ah, I think can barely pass euu noe..kekez... dey very the beng lorz, den I abit scared 2 tok 2 dem cox i scared like later i offend dem or sumthing... kekez... sum more ar, tis slip-on shoes last one oreadi euu noe, den dey still nid 2 get frm the Tampines branch.. kekez.. the uncle ask mi wait awhile he go take the shoes. den i wait 4 quite long den he come... kekez.. den he suddenly like so friendly euu noe, so i smile smile n left liaoz... kekez.. my story nice horz..

Enrolment Day

Today, I will be going down to Temasek Poly to register for Diploma in Visual Communications. Yes! Like finally. I've waited quite long for this.

To All The Dumb People

Today at work, I was so bloody exasperated with all the dumb movie-goers.

Plus it didn't help that we were under-staffed and overworked. Needless to say, everything started to go haywire. I managed to pull some time out to recharge myself and all was well again.

So back to the dumb movie-goers.

When there's no one at the counter, why the freaking hell would you stand there waiting for something to happen?! The two counters at the snackbar are side by side. One cashier in use, the other on standby. We were standing on the side of the first counter. Very obvious that the other counter was not open for service.

However, dumb people are apparently ignorant to the fact and try to be smart-alecks by queueing at the empty counter. Then they wait for something to happen. At first, we were, well, I was, still pretty polite and told them that there wasn't any queue there. Then, it seemed as though the dumb-asses were increasing exponentially. So I couldn't take it anymore.

Whenever one of these dumbos come along the empty counter with that smug look, I'll raise my hand, speak rather loudly, sound cheerful to say, "Excuse me, the queue is here, there's nobody there," All rather sarcastically.

At least it's the truth. There really isn't anyone to serve you even if you stand there for a decade. Well, I'm glad that it only took my reminder to make these dumbos realise that there's really only one queue.

The cinema halls are not equipped with washrooms. Patrons have to leave the cinema premises to go to the washroom. When the cinema halls close, we 'cordone' off the foyer from the cinema halls. When dumb patrons who need the toilet rush out from the cinema hall, they become bewildered!

They find themselves stranded. The thing that stands between them and the foyer is a connection of cue poles. You know, those kind that's got ribbons that roll out from the top of the cue pole. So these dumb-asses become frantic when all they have to do is manually disconnect the ribbon from the other cue pole. Don't they exercise common sense?!?!

Dumb people drive me insane.

But without dumb people, it wouldn't contrast how smart you are.

The DIY Adventure

The DIY Adventure

You're gonna need paints to start painting. It's simple. Fabric paints are expensive, so use acylics instead. Go Daiso at IMM. Acrylic paints in tubes or squeeze bottles. Then spend a tad more cash on Textile Medium. Available at Art Friend or Spotlight. Mix one part acrylic paint to two parts textile medium or follow instructions on bottle. There you have, fabric paint! After painting, seal colours with fabric sealer. Follow the drying instructions. You can bet your life that the colours will not come off.


Oh look! I've got ketchup and mustard all over the slip-on shoes! Looks so yucky. So I added this dark green to it:

A blur close-up. Sorry, can't help it. But I think you can roughly see the darker splatters. The real life ones look much better. I don't think they're all that photogenic. Now I present you with 'Frog on Lilypad'.

The alignment's a little off-set, but I think it's still pretty all right for a 3-hour artpiece. Rough on the edges, I definitely have that much more room for improvement. There's a plain white design on the front, but then it's damned ugly cos of a slight case of vandalism a while ago. I hadn't planned on the frog, though. It just jumped out from nowhere. Serious!

Once again, I think the real life one looks better.

You know the thing that the sealer does is, well, seal in the colours and all, but eventually, it makes the artwork have a stiff and plasticky feel to it. I don't know how to deal with that. It especially becomes obvious when you take public transport.

SBS buses have this leathery seats. You sit on it, your artwork presses against the seat. After a few stops, you lift your butt of the seat and you feel the artpiece peeling off the surface. The same goes for the MRT seats. If you're vigorous enough, it'll sound like undoing a velcro strap. The surfaces adhere slightly.

Oh yes, on the MRT seats, I couldn't slide my butt out towards the edge of the seat.

That's why I refrain from sitting down on public transport. But when I do sit down, I will be as discreet as possible when getting up. Furthermore, with nice pieces like these, why cover them up by sitting down when you should be standing up so people can marvel at the wondrous sight?

Talk about nice butts...

On Cloud 9

For some unfathomable reason, I feel extremely light-hearted today. Maybe it's love.

Oops!

I mean, maybe it's the weather.

I cannot stop smiling to myself. Perhaps I just enjoy looking at myself in the mirror. I believe I'm very comfortable with the way I look. But then I'm not narcissistic. Narcissism leads to death. I'm not dead yet.

I feel my career taking flight. Haha!... I know, it sounds so ridiculous. But to some extent, it's true. I'm taking on graphic designing. I've just been given my first task. Ahh, it feels so calm. I feel so great.

DIY-ing your own clothes is the hottest thing now. I don't know who the hell started it, but it's definitely the In-est thing right now. The spunky and talented designer from HAUT has been recently featured on a girlie show hosted by a yucky local celeb. I think they've made some media publicity on another programme hosted by Pat Mok and Bryan Wong. The thing is, both shows were aired on Chinese TV channels. The Engish TV channel needs to buck up.

Recently, some angmoh expat (presumably) wrote in to the Straits Times Forum (yes, and suddenly I read the papers) complaining about Channel 5 over-airing sports programmes, especially golf. Personally, I think golf is boring and Channel 5 shouldn't dedicate so much time to golf competitions.

I had planned to post some cool pics up tonight. But then it kinda slipped my mind that I had to get the roll of film developed first. Yes, I'm STILL using those non-digital cameras. So bloody jaded... But I assure you, one day, you just wait and see... ONE DAY...

I've got pretty pictures of my artwork. But it really depends on my sleepyhead meter. Because for tomorrow and Saturday, I'm working midnight shifts. Talking about that, midnight shifts are really fun. I get to stay out late, and not get scolded, and get to earn money too.

Just the other day, I got hit by a wacky brain wave:

During the cavemen era, leg-hair for the caveman is very important. It is not so for the cavegirl. You see, the caveman goes out foraging for food. He walks all over, treading over the most hostile terrain. When it rains, he gets mud and guck all caked up into the nooks and crevice of his feet. At the end of the day, he wants clean feet. This is where the leg-hair comes into play.

By rubbing the soles of his feet on his calf and shin area, he scrubs out all the crap stuck under his feet. Leg-hair is short and curly, usually drier than normal hair, making it rougher. Hence, it is the body's natural scrub. When dense leg-hair exist, they form a mesh of dry and rough material. Good for scrubbing.

If you think I'm talking crap, then how you suppose these came about?:

I'm Back!

I'm back after some time. Hasn't been that long, but it sure has been arduous. You know how tough it is to deny yourself of life's pleasure??? But then I figured that I'd just take a little break. Initially, I was thinking like a month without blogging. Then I realised that one month's just too much for me to handle. I may just lose my sanity. So here I am, back again. Bet I'm sorely missed.

As strange as it sounds, I enjoyed watching "Memoirs of a Geisha". At work, I've encountered Caucasian customers who ask me whether the movie was in English. I had to say 'Yes', despite the overwhelming urge to say 'No'. Because the flick, to be more specific, is in Chinglish (Chinese + English). Don't be stupid. Such a term really exists. And you thought all I can manage is crappy self-created lingo. The show had English dialogue together with English subtitles. Because foreigners don't catch the Chinglish accent.

Okay, the Bad English part just my misconception, 'cos they were like saying how atrocious Zhang Ziyi's (or Ziyi Zhang as known in the West) English was and all. But it really wasn't that atrocious. I liked the show because the plot is simple. Flows really smoothly too. There wasn't many characters to confuse me also. Very idiot-proof, bimbo-proof and easy on the mind.

The best thing about the show was that it has a happy ending. Happy, but not typical. Very beautiful ending. And I actually think the geishas are quite hot. Not that kind of skin deep sizzling hot, but it's those kinda hotness that oozes from within. Haha, never mind that. Let's keep stray thoughts in.

Sayuri, Zhang's character, was a non-conformist. Much to my delight lah! She wanted to live her own life, instead of conforming to the traditional way of life of geishas. In the end, she kinda got what she wanted, although her job still tied her down a little.

Cool show I'd say. It's a little old now, 'cos I just don't have the time to watch movies these days. Today just happened to be one of those free and easy days. Plus I had free tix, so why not? It was better than I'd expected. I initially thought that I would fall asleep through the show. But then I didn't. It'll be such a waste of money on my part.

This morning, I decided to be cheeky and laid out a pair of jeans and started painting on it. Not stunning, but you can't really say that it sucks too. Looks quite all right, despite some alignment mistakes. Otherwise, I think it's pretty neat for a rugged piece of art. There's a frog composed of circles and ovals. Well, looks like one, at least.

The past few days have been work work work and more work. Keep that money flowing steadily. It's a really nice assurance. And of course, I feel great and believe that I look great too! Haha!...

Although I just feel a teeny bit bad because I kinda did something illegal today. Not serious illegal, just illegal enough to get into a bit of trouble. It's those things that you'd benefit by flouting some policies set by certain organizations. But of course, if I keep mum, and the perpetrator does too, who's gonna know? Plus it's kinda insignificant.

Just when I thought I had gotten away with it, I found myself staring into the eyes of authority. I took a moment to mourn my death, then resurrected feeling like someone else. Phew! It had been a close shave. But I think I just wasn't confronted. I believe walls have ears. Eyes, perhaps too. So it shall not repeat. I cannot stand having to feel bad. I'm so law-abiding. Yet non-conformist. So weird right?

A couple of nights ago, I ran a tummyache in the middle of a great sleep. Couldn't stand the pain, so I got up onto the potty. It was in darkness. Then I fell asleep. Just for a moment only, though. So for around ten minutes, I believe I was just drifting in and out of sleep while on the potty! And nothing was coming outta me! That was until I snaked my arm out to flick the light switch on. Gave up sleep to shit. At least I felt better and fell back to sleep easily. Hmm, just thought it was pretty cute for a matter so stinky.

*News Flash!!!*
I just got scolded by my mother for "not using my brain to do things and not sparing a thought for others and not thinking of consequences when I do things and not using my brain to do things and not sparing a thought for others and not thinking of consequences when I do things and..." because I ironed my artwork to heat fix it this morning and now the iron feels cranky on clothes. Oh yes, she also said I should "die, go and die, die, go and die, die, go and die, die, go and die, ..." in Hokkien. After which, she muttered non-stop for a couple of minutes. I confirm she's feeling like shit right now. When she loses her temper on me, I will respond negatively.

I don't play tough. The more she hollers, the more I withdraw. So every single time that she goes blowing her top at me, I just give her the blank look and bounce off to continue what I had been doing. She can feel bad for all she wants. It's not imperative for me to feel bad with her too. I just feel sad for her. Always like that. Nothing changes.

Then I hear all the slamming of things and occasional mad mutterings. Sometimes it gets freaky. But of course, I don't let it get to me.

I was just wondering, does everyone get scolded by their mum because of:
1. spilling liquid food;
2. breaking crockery;
3. applying pimple cream;
4. getting good haricuts;
5. voicing out opinions;
6. having the TV too loud; and
7. difficulty in waking up early in the morning?

This is a strange world with strange people.

You know, I completely suck at keeping up to my resolutions. All right, so after this post, I will get out of Blogosphere for a while.

Anyways, I never really paid attention to those horoscope forecasts in publications. However, in this month's LIME magazine, I read my horoscpe forecast and discovered that it is pretty accurate.

You've challenged one unacceptable situation after another, implementing changes so extensive that you can't believe it's you... Shifts in your work or lifestyle still loom. A new, braver you responds. If you're tempted to stick with the familiar, you soon realise how dull that would be.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

I've told people that I've made up my mind to apply for TP's Visual Communications(VSC). But then, I just realised that more accurately, I should tell people that I have made up my mind to get out of SP's Biotechnology. You know how I hate not having options open to me...

So I was just thinking, why fix my path now when I have other paths open to me? It's so strange. I've never thought of that. And now, I'm not afraid to say that I'm actually considering taking up a two-year Digital Media Design(DMD) course in an ITE.

Frankly, I'm more thrilled when I think of that. I've been in a Poly before. I already know what it's like. So why not try an ITE? You know, these new experiences really draw me in so much that sometimes, I question my sanity. Haha!...

Can you imagine the school uniform and all? Oh my gosh! It'll be so gross! But I think I'll like it. 'Cos for once, I'll make it a point to make school uniforms look hip (WAHAHA!...). It's insane! Why would I think of something like that?

I've a friend who graduated from that course. She told me all that she's learnt. And I tell you, it's amazing what you learn over two years. The skills that are obtained, the industry exposure. I suddenly feel like I'll lose out in applying for TP Visual Comms. We're both thinking of applying for the same course. Put us side by side for comparison. If I were the people at TP Design school, I would definitely choose to put her through instead of me.

But then again, because of my different mindset, the people at TP Design school probably wouldn't think the way I do. So looking at my fabulous 'O' Level results. You know what? I may just have an edge over others.

Erm, hold up.

So what?! I still do not have the skills and techniques!

Man, this is vexing. But you know what? To prevent a World War III, I shall just enrol in TP. Even though deep down, I know I will want to do DMD first before pursuing VSC at TP.

Last night, I cautiously told my mother about it. She immediately raised her voice at me. I anticipated it, so I immediately cut her off saying that I was only 'thinking about it'.

Imagine I enrolled in DMD without her approval...

World War III? You bet.

I think I need a break from blogging.

I'm gone now!