Break

Yay, just updated the Mac OS.

It's great that the formatting options on Blogger are now available on Safari as well!

Anyways, just a quick update.

I was basically just slacking this week, as with many other weeks. But the only difference this week was that I had someone to slack with.

And I find I don't have much appropriate content for here since a lot of things that happened this week are rather personal. I'll probably pour everything out when the time is right and when I can finally muster up the courage.

Let me just put it this way lah. I had a touchy issue that I felt I really needed to let a friend know about. But as sure as I was, I just didn't have the courage to bring the matter up. You know how so dreadful it'll be if you jeopardise the friendship?

So just put it off till another time lor. You need more time for some things, I guess.

Family chalet this weekend. Checking in today, actually.

Therefore, I'll leave my MacBook to recuperate at home while I enjoy life away from home. Really, I hate the fact that I won't have my laptop with me. For the past few weeks, I'm basically glued to it lah. When you rip apart something bound so tightly together, it's bound to fucking hurt.

But we just have to learn to let go.

So I guess I'll update next Monday, Tuesday latest. Seriously lacking content now ar... My mind is so full of nothing at the moment.

I think I'm slightly lovestruck for some reason. Why blog when you can go dating?

“Jealous Girls” by The Gossip

Yes! I love her vocals!

I'm not a punk rock music person, just that I heard a house remix of this song and thought it was really good.

And you know the best thing about The Gossip?

Vocalist Beth Ditto not only have strong vocals, but she is also full-bodied AND lesbian.

For some reason, I just feel lesbians make such good musicians. On the the same note, the creative industry will crash and burn without gay people too.

“Jealousy can't get you anything that you've lost,”

A to E

Today, I tried to burp the alphabet, but stopped short at 'E'.

Love Thy Neighbours—A LOT

I think all good curries have good colour, good aroma, good taste. I think the secret to thick and creamy curries is tomatoes. And I think all curries should be bloody spicy!

Nails Again

There is no point having nails if they're not strong.

I find my nails very soft and prone to peeling. Which makes me very tempted to pick at them.

So I think it's a good idea to use this nail hardener thing too.



And whaddya know? It works too! Not on me, at least. I've seen my cousin's nails. Long and strong siah! Can easily scoop flesh outta your arm.

Gifts Galore

I'm still not sure what I want to do for Christmas prezzies this year. I definitely feel like making a whole load of things, but then I'm just afraid that I'll be too lazy. Sloth is my biggest hindrance.

And the Internet isn't helping with the slothfulness either. You know how it's so much easier to order everything online? I mean, you won't even have to step outta the house and you get everything delivered to the doorstep. But of course, I'm broke like anything, so I cannot afford to do that lah.

1. Jimi Wallets


Well, not conventional wallets anyways. But the whole thing looks well-made and of good quality. It's reminiscent of those CHEAP card cases that used to be very popular, but this is just a hell lot better lah, huh. I think I've seen it at Actually... before.

2. DuctBills


Woo! I love DuctBills! Essentially wallets made out of duct tape. I am very very VERY tempted to get the DIY kit for myself... Okay, DuctBills retail at S$45 here. Available at Wooonderland.

Imagine making your own wallets lah! I'm really itching and dying to make something. I NEED to churn something out really soon or I'll go berserk.

3. Vinylux


A lot of products reconstructed from vinyl records, but I really like the vinyl record cuff! I've seen articles that show how we can all make our own vinyl cuffs, but they just look very cheap somehow. This, on the other hand, just looks sleek and stylish.

I might consider making one of these myself

4. Street Sign Bracelets by Steven Hartzler


Another reconstructed cuff kinda thing, only this is with street signs.

5. Oh, this is my favourite. GLASS BELT BUCKLES! by fourteenfifty





I like these so much I don't know what to say about them. They're just individual pieces of art, I guess? Exciting!

6. Dart Hooks


It's like one of those expensive novelties. But it is damned cute, isn't it? Looks a little precarious though. I just keep picturing the dart hooks gouging my eyes out when I accidentally trip and crash into the wall. Gasp!

7. Sun jar


First things first, it looks like it actually works! Put it out in strong sunlight, the solar cell absorbs the solar energy. Come night-time, or low-light conditions, the sensor activates the LED lights and poof! It glows.

There are definitely similar gimmicks out there. I vaguely remember having one of these things, only that mine didn't work well or something.

But if I were to get myself a Christmas gift, or just any gift at all, definitely a NOOKA WATCH!


For obvious reasons, right?

It's grey and it's Nooka!

Ants And Nails

Can you believe it's been 4 months already? It still seems quite recent that I was griping about the ant trails at home.

Alas, the trails are still there. These fucking ants never go away. I haven't got any more ant-baits. Now I just burn the trails with a lighter, some times with a candle. I use a candle ('cos of the wax) when I want to seal up the hairline crack or pinhole they audaciously emerge readily from.

Then on to my nails.



Sometimes, I unknowingly find myself picking at my nails or biting away at them. It's become some kind of reflex action. Gasp!

But I've been controlling myself, yes. They say the middle finger nail grows the fastest while the pinkie nail grows the slowest. I think they're lying because my pinkie nails show significant growth. The index nails don't seem to be doing anything though. I think I have the ugliest, some might call it cutest, index finger nails.

Director's Cut And Elegant Snacks

Today is by far one of the best days I've had in a long time.

RIght away, perfectionism came into frame.

I remember my primary school days when I was a scout. Then they used to have this fund-raising thing called the 'Job Week'. Supposed to get people to donate money by doing jobs for them. Okay, that sounds kinky, jobs and all... Haha!..

But really, it was mostly just household chores for me lah. I don't remember being enthusiastic about it, but went about doing it anyways. It was just regular household chores at home and my mother would give me some money.

It was quite pathetic. I remember clearly that I didn't felt too happy when even after I've mopped the floor, my mother still went about mopping again. It's as though I didn't do a good job like that.

Looking back, I didn't think I did a good job at mopping the floor either.

Okay, so for the record, household chores are NO CHILD'S PLAY. Children should not be allowed to do housework.

Having said that, I feel I should be fair and say that if what you're looking for is proper household chores conduct, then children are a no-no.

I did a really good job at cleaning the floor today. It felt good to have something done properly and quite perfectly, may I add. It felt strangely therapeutic. I might consider turning into a house husband or something.

I collected a huge ball of dust from the sweeping. The house is surprisingly dirty. Together with the dustball were some cool stuff. There were a couple of tiny spiders, some baby moths, fragment of Mentos wrapper, twine, solidified mud, etc.

Then I had a good plate of nasi padang for lunch. I haven't been enjoying my meals lately.

Then I had a rather pleasing phone conversation. Oh man, it was erotic and fun.

So I was feeling a bout of positive energy and decided to head right out to town.

FAR EAST PLAZA!

But because it was the school holidays, the place was packed with teenage fashionista wannabes. The sight of $20 skinny jeans made me feel like regurgitating the nasi padang I had earlier. I never get to see fashionable people on the street. What a bummer.

The only reason I go to Far East is to get my haircut. It's becoming a really bad place to shop. Maybe I'm becoming more snobbish, I don't know. Might call it 'designer' attitude also. *humpf!*

(Designer, check. Attitude, check. Designer attitude, not possible. I had talked to Jana about this too. There is a clear distinction between having an attitude and having an attitude problem.)

Anyways, the only worthy shops in Far East, and those that I go to are:

1. It's Hairy!—for my haircut. Be loyal to your hairdresser.

2. Urban Junkie—for all things cool, like Manhattan Portage bags, Nooka watches (MAN, I WOULD DIE FOR A NOOKA WATCH! I JUST LOVE A NOOKA WATCH! I WANT A NOOKA WATCH!! I WANT A NOOKA WATCH!!), Standard American Apparel T-shirts (the T-shirts feel so good! They're easily $35 for a plain one, but totally worth it. Made to be screenprinted on as well), J-Fold wallets, etc

3. Lips Enterprise—quirky, cheap accessories and everything else. It's a very cluttered store; having to browse the stuff in a cramped state. But I'd like to see it as a treasure trove. You really gotta dig to find cool stuff.

So I finally had my haircut! Phew! What a relief!

I heard from Hairianto that the senior stylist isn't working there anymore. She's really good. I would prefer her over the junior stylist. I mean, I didn't mind getting the other stylist, but why settle for second when you can get first?

And I'm not a make-an-appoinment-with-a-stylist kinda person, so the stylist I get is largely due to luck. Apparently, today was extremely lucky.

I got my hair cut by the director seh... He's like the best of the best, crème de la crème! Mr BossMan himself.

Excellent translator of my vision. I suspect he's somewhat magical. They way he worked with his hands were amazing! Lightly combing with his fingers, meticulously taking excess weight out, talking about 'texture' and 'weight' and I was asking about 'silhouettes' and 'cropping'. I like it when people understand design lingo.

Also, when your stylist/hairdresser tells you about 'texture', 'movement', 'weight', 'silhouette', you know he's a keeper.

He looked at my La.Ga bag, and immediately said it was made of Tyvek.




IT IS NOT A PAPER BAG. IT DOES NOT TEAR. IT IS NOT TRASH.

I brag about it not being able to tear even if you tried. But there is a tiny nick on the bag because a while back, some egotistical A-hole thought he's for sure able to tear this 'paper bag'. Then this A-hole took the bag up to his mouth and nicked it with his incisor. Why didn't he just stick shit up my ass?!

So snip, snip, snip, et voila! I got a very good haircut! There was no sign of the dreadful razor. Electric razors are hazardous to great haircuts, trust me.

I knew very well that I had to pay more than usual lah, but it was well worth every penny what, right? I was all smiles after he was done. Before payment, he gently broke the news to me that I had to pay more. It was so amusing, what he did.

I should have just went, "WHAT?!" and refused to pay up eh?

Then I walked around town, all the time fighting the itch to go shopping. It was a victory on my part. I managed to steer myself away from potential retail therapy spots.

I got home, dinner was waiting. It wasn't the best dinner, so I had myself a little snack.

It is, in my opinion, a very elegant snack, cheese and crackers.




Elegant and very very good. Too bad I didn't have an elegant butter knife to tie the whole mood together.

Bad Noose

First of all, it just screams 'CHEAP! CHEAP! CHEAP!'

I'm talking about The Noose on Channel 5.

Michelle Chong's American accent is not convincing, not bimbotic enough. And for Pete's sake, WHERE IS HER CLEAVAGE? Hello?! A bimbo without a cleavage? It just doesn't work.

The 'news' are not even sensational. Most of the time, it's just very outdated topics. It's painful to watch.

And it doesn't help that most of the time, they just ramble on. I got very tired and exhausted from waiting for them to GET TO THE POINT.

There's something very wrong with the whole show. The set is so cheaply put together. And aiyoh, the freaking harsh lighting... Everything just doesn't seem to fall into place nicely.

Oh yes, Singapore Funniest Home Videos.

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!

America's Funniest Home Videos, or AFV, first premiered in 19-fucking-89.

Are we like well over a decade late?

Scientists VS Squirrels

See what I mean about good branding??? Fuck...

Okay, so the whole idea is rather cheesy, we cannot deny. And the scientist is portrayed as a deranged and senile old man, rudely reminiscent of Albert Einstein. That's a bit disrespectful isn't it?

Anyways, you have to agree that it was a well-made commercial. NOT CHEAP, definitely. I am deeply suspicious that there is where I've been channelling money from my broadband bill. Hmmmmm................

To do like a whole 'Price is Right'-esque set complete with flashing lightbulbs don't come off as cheap to me.



And then there's the pack of rabied, hyperactive squirrels. I'm guessing they CG-ed the squirrels, which must have been one bitch of a modelling and animation job.

Cheese With Lard And Nail Growth

A couple of days back, I looked myself in the mirror and flinched.

I thought I looked like a huge slab of rotten cheese smothered with lard slothily plonked on the floor. It was a bit of a hapless moment for me.

So lazy wanna work out, can? I have thought of working out, but thinking is as far as I can go. People love their bodies, so they work out to keep it in shape. I love my body, so I won't put it under stress or pressure.

And then I'm also trying to grow out my nails. My previous attempts were all futile. Why is it so hard to kick the nail-biting habit?

I believe I'm largely bored and don't know what to do with my hands. Hmm, come to think of it, could it be because I don't know what to do with MY MOUTH?

Early this year (it could be last year, I dunno), I koped this nail growth activator thingy from a cousin. It's half bottle gone 'cos remember the previous futile nail-growing attempts? I found the miracle bottle and started to use it.


The last time I used it, I lasted 3 days. After which I mercilessly chomped out all that's grown. Which means the thing really works!

I'm just hoping I last longer this time. Guess I gotta find something to do with my mouth then, eh? *winks*

Lily The SIA Girl

This is a clip from Britain's Next Top Model (Cycle 3). In an episode where the girls do a stand-up comedy segment, one of the girls got assigned the role of an SIA girl. AND WITH A HIDEOUS JAPANESE GEISHA TWIST.

What is wrong with them?!

Oh yeah, the grossly geisha-fied SIA girl doesn't come on till about the 3:25 mark.

Opposites

Fuck, if I hear one more thing about opposing concepts, I'm gonna scream.

So I was watching Project Runway Canada and the designers receive their challenge: OPPOSITES.

OPPOSITES ARE SO OVERRATED.

Oh, you gotta come up with two ideas that are complete opposites, but somehow you gotta make them cohesive. I stomach did a somersault when I heard the challenge on the show. I felt queasy.

In fact, I felt like puking my guts out. I've quite had it with opposing ideas. The mind is so saturated with these concepts that any subsequent input will only lead to the body going into spasms, triggering the gag reflex to expel all opposing ideas.

As though art school hasn't preached enough on making opposing concepts work! I can, off the back of my hand, rattle off an incessant list of opposite ideas/concepts that'll make you scream for psychiatric help.

Day in, day out; projects after projects; opposites opposites OPPOSITES! It's like some sinister plot to reconfigure our creative minds. I do not appreciate being brainwashed like that.

End of bitch fit.

“It Doesn't Come With Curry,”

My mother always say that I shouldn't be so mean to my brother, since it's fate that brought us together as brothers, so I should treasure the bond. Well, I suppose it's fate that some things are not fated too.

For as long as I can remember, I don't talk to my brother. We used to still have fun together, but that's more than 10 years ago. Yeah, seriously.

The relationship just got more screwed up as the years go by lor. He never failed to pick fights and I never failed to fight back. Then it occured to me that it was all very childish and started to ignore him. I suppose that's how I attained my high level of tolerance.

I simply find that ass-for-a-bro pain in the side. It's unfathomable how an ass can develop and maintain childish (note: clear distinction from child-LIKE) antics for such a long time.

A while back, I had a sudden urge to, god forbid, TALK to my brother. I pictured myself sitting down beside him on the sofa and breaking the ice with him. After all, I do have rather promising interpersonal communication skills.

Me and that ass NEVER talk to each other. But he would many-a-time say something sarcastic into the air, somehow aiming the remark at me lah. I said, he's childISH already, right? That's why, the other day after the break-in, (I really suggest reading the post over and over and over again because it's bloody fine) he directly asking me to shut up was a huge shocker.

DId I mention that he shuns me like a plague too? Gosh, the list of childish antics will never end. I feel so stupid just thinking about it. Why can't he just grow up and behave his age? (He's well into adulthood, trust me.)

We also never watch TV together. If I happen to be looking at the TV when he's watching it, he will abruptly switch channel. I'll continue looking, and he'll start channel-surfing. I look on some more and he switches to an un-tuned channel, so I'll have only TV fuzz to watch.

YOU UNDERSTAND THE DEGREE OF INANITY I HAVE TO GO THROUGH EVERYDAY?!

So tonight, my mother comes home with dinner. It was briyani. She got chicken briyani for that ass and mutton briyani for me. There was ONE packet of curry.

"The curry you all share," my mother said.

Pfft! SHARE?! The last thing (along with many other things) we'd do is share!

Anyways, unfortunately, the ass got to the briyani first and then proudly proclaimed to my mother and the foul air surrounding him,

“The curry is mine. Mutton briyani doesn't come with curry one,”

Drab And Pathetic

What a drab and boring week it's been. I feel very pathetic most of the time, and nothing seems to bring me out of the pit. I guess I'll just fester in this pit of distress.

I find it particularly disturbing that I may have been, just may have been, finding more excuses to make myself feel more inferior than I already do. But what the buck?! Right?

I did enjoy a whole weekend of WhatTheBuck?! and Ellen on Youtube.



“...she's already been Bank-washed. I signed up for the TZONE camp too! I thought I'd be working on my shiny area, but I came back with self esteem! Hahhh..”

Talk about a bitch fit!

Woohoo! I love a verbal diaorrhea diorrhea diarrhoea(yeah, try spelling that and get it right on FIRST try!) anytime! Especially a bitchy one. His shows are basically drenched with bitchiness and sarcasm. Easily my favourite.

Oh, and 'Bank-washed'?! Phwoar! Impeccable.

There's something about gay guys and their immaculate bitchy personas. (See: Project Rungay; Bryanboy)

If there's one thing that truly cheers me up, it's comedy. That's why I love Ellen Degeneres. The sitcom is at least 10 years old, but I still love the humour! Very very entertaining.



And then there's the episode where she comes out as gay. Well, that was in 1997 lah, but still very good to watch:



And the super touching ending to this particular episode. It's brimming with warmth and love. Sounds cliche, but it is really very sweet...

I know, so strange coming from me, but trust me, I'm getting in touch with my sensitive side...

Lazy And Broke

Even I am shocked that there's so much text in the previous entries. This one's gonna be no different.

First of all, my camera is really old and degraded. And it's a 'compact' camera. I hate the word. I really believe that the image sensor is screwed up.

When I take photos with it, it just doesn't feel right. Most photographs just come out looking very wrong. I find it hard to compromise on quality. Is it really a bad thing to practise perfectionism? You either do it right, or don't do it at all, isn't it?

Since the camera's not acting up to expectations, I've kinda neglected it. Yes, I bring it around with me, but I never do make it a point to take it out, much less use it. Such a hideous piece of equipment should be kept away from public eye. It's all for the good of Mankind.

And yes, I may be out with camera-friendly Johan yesterday, but I didn't let him know that I had a camera with me. Well, not too bad a thing, if you asked me. One less distraction. When all you want to do is enjoy the night, you should always refrain from undue distractions.

Talking about distractions, this is totally last minute:





I was on MSN with Jana and she touched on a super sleazy subject, resulting in a hyperbolical 'WTF?!'. I could almost feel her voice hitting me right in the face. Coincidentally, I did a flinching thing for my display pic.

Hair

I haven't cut my hair for at least 2 months now. Most of the time, I just hide my hair under my cap or my faux straw hat.

The other night when we were at Hairianto's house, I took my cap off. I don't usually take my cap off, you see. I used to be very staunch about not taking my cap off, because after all, the purpose of the cap is to not reveal my hair. I didn't think it was cool to flaunt bad hair.

But now, I don't think that way anymore. Haha, because I know fuckingly well that I am cool no matter what.

So at Hairianto's house, I parted my hair right down the middle—very reminiscent of my secondary 1 and 2 days. This type of totally obiang hairstyle is practically criminal lah! But surprisingly, there are people who appreciate obiang hairstyles.

People like Kalis. Because I always talk about what I want to do with my hair, she would always say that she prefers my sec 2 hairstyle. So I did that centre part and asked if she liked it. Ironically, she doesn't. In fact, she couldn't even care less because she got her hair done earlier that day. *rolls eyes*

Later, I casually mentioned that I wanted my hair to my chin level, then casually glanced at Kalis. And can you believe it?! She gave this dirty look siah! She think her hair now like Kelly Poon she can act diva...

But I love her still, because she's my best friend.

Anyways, back to the cap thing... When I wear my cap, people get curious as to what lies beneath. People like to see bad hair, I guess. But then they're usually wrong because I have a fabulous crowning glory.

The other night on the dancefloor, this cheeky chub decided to whip my cap off my head! Totally caught off guard, can? Then they kinda asked me to do the Herbal Essences hair flip thing. I totally didn't have the feel for hair flips at that point. But what to do? I'm so fucking nice and cool, I just went on a bit without my cap lor.

That chub was rather disturbing. I'm thinking he should pick on someone his own size.

Oh, did I mention I have a rather long 'tail' at the back of my head? That's really cool. I realised that having a 'tail' makes for so much idling fun. As in my fingers have something to fiddle with when I bored. Haha...

And since my hair is getting longer, I also paid a little more attention taking care of it. First time in a long time, I actually conditioned my hair. I have to say that it's bloody ma fan, can? Then occasionally, I do this serum thingy too. So bloody high maintenance...

But at least it paid off. My hair feels and looks better. And it's true because Yayin said so too that night at Hairianto's house.

Of course, I would much prefer my hair to be blacker. I always talk about 'depth' of colour and end up confusing people. My natural hair colour is a very feeble kinda black. Slightly brownish, not vibrant at all. I want black that exudes strongly from inside out. It's gotta feel very 'full'.

I want to wear my hair like it's a crown, since it's the crowning glory after all.

P.S. With so much attention to myself, I figured that I could spare some attention for other people too. I found out that I'm a surprisingly good guy, perhaps too good for anyone's good. (Woo! Fucking beat that! Three 'good's in one sentence and still makes sense.)

Night Out

I've just been feeling very sore lately. About everything.

They say that once your time has come, you will definitely know it, because there is nothing you look forward to in your life anymore.

I used to look forward to a lot of things in life. That made me feel happy. I realised that for a lot of things, the joy comes from the wanting and yearning part. I find myself not yearning for anything now.

Days just go by like that. It's rather meaningless. I feel sorry for myself sometimes. More and more, I think I'm turning pathetic.

Anyways, to brighten myself up a bit, I finally had a night out on Saturday!! Gosh, I swear I was apprehensive at first and couldn't really decided if I needed that night out. I was flitting between answers and at last decided to pick myself up and head out.

It sure felt great after such a long time. I mean, my last night out ended up with me having to spend a lonesome breakfast at Simpang Bedok at 5.30AM, can?!

I think I at last figured out some stuff with my mother. In this aspect, things aren't all that bad.

Shakalaka Baby!

They talk about S-Pop and Kelly Poon inevitably comes into frame. But then I think it's kinda a shame that she's being marketed in Taiwan, and then suddenly returns and becomes the face(one of the faces, at least) of Singapore Mandarin pop music...

And the incredible amount of weight she lost! It's frightful how grotesquely skinny she is. I swear she looked wayyy sexier in the post-Project Superstar days. I kinda supported her last time, but not a huge fan of mandarin pop lah, huh. Which brings me to her song...



She's got no curves, can't really dance yet she's there gyrating in the video. Very turn off leh. It's got the wannabe flavour all over... The lyrics for the song very cheesy some more!

Here's the HOT version:



The Bollywood version wins hands down, obviously.

The guys, for one, can REALLY dance. It doesn't matter if they're short, fat or ugly, they sure as hell can work that booty out!

Back in my days in Singapore Polytechnic, I had a very 'Bollywood' lecturer, Dr. E. I think it was during some leadership workshop thingy where we had to put up with a performance. So my group got Dr. E and he suggested doing a Bollywood dance. Subsequently, he showed some of his moves right there and then.

I also remember a cheeky female lecturer who asked Dr. E, "Do the Bollywood guys really dance that fast? Or is it just on TV?"

Dr. E assured that they can indeed dance fast and proceeded to do a hip-shattering booty shake or something. AND he's at least 45 years old, can?!

They sure have it in their genes... just like me.

Indigo Bloodbath

FUCK! Another pair of jeans got into the wash lah!!!

It's the RAW INDIGO jeans this time!!! Wah lau, the bleeding even worse can?!

It was still ouside-out this time, BUT WITH MORE DETERGENT!

This is outrageous...

The Smell Of Incense

I went over to help my Uncle Ong after Aunty Sandy called me, saying that they were experiencing difficulty with their Internet connection.

Frankly, I'm kinda the last person that anyone would ask for help on Internet troubleshooting. But they still asked me for help. I guess as compared to someone of the older generation, I am considered quite tech savvy lah, huh.

When Uncle Ong saw me type on the keyboard, he was incredulous that the letters simply flowed on the screen. But regarding their Internet connection, I couldn't really help them with it. I'm still not too proficient when it comes to all these ISP-related stuff.

Did you know that a while back, I did not know what 'ISP' stands for?

I had to ask Sofian, who kindly expanded the abbreviation for me. Another abbreviation that intrigued me was 'RSVP'. I knew that it was a French phrase, but just didn't know what the phrase was. Well, until I asked Sofian again, since he's such a linguistic person.

When I came back home from the neighbours' house, the smell of incense shot straight up my nostrils. I hate the incense smoke! It chokes me! It's as though I'm drowning in air.

It was very strange because my mother's not home and I don't offer incense at the altar. Yet, I checked the altar and there was indeed the coil incense burning. I have no idea why my brother would want to offer incense at the altar. Very strange and suspicious behaviour.

I don't know why I even did it, but I tampered with HTML codes today. Bloody hell, web design is like fuck okay. I think with Dreamweaver things get much easier, but still complicated. So I just used one of the default templates on Blogger and did minor adjustments.



I got really sick of the old one. Decided to go for something new.

How Can 2 Readers Only?!

My friend Hui Yi blogs too!»

A rather ambiguous shot of Hui Yi. You can see her face, but you won't really know it's quite her or not. But of course friends will confirm know because of a classic, signature feature. *winks*

Signature features like that make a person unique.

Which means Kalis stopped being unique quite some time ago. Eh? Eh?