Shitload Of Wings

I will take it that whenever I feel down, stuffing my face with food will be the sure-fire way to distract me from all the negativity, no?

So why not a shitload of wings?

I popped by the hawker centre and whisked off with 10 grilled chicken wings.

I needed badly to stuff my face with food. I did like 2 bags of chips earlier today, so I thought the chicken wings might be a nice alternative.

Sure, it felt good, but you know for a fact that whatever that's bothering IS STILL THERE.

But at least there's some alleviation, right?

Do Not Be Afraid Of Colour

I was quite uninspired to buy new clothes this Chinese New Year.

My mother told me, “帽子这些就不用买。穿normal一点。”

(Translation: Please don't buy anymore caps and hats and such. Dress more normally, okay.)

Digression: Me not dressing 'normal'?! WTH. The worse thing my mother said was, “裤子不要买tight-tight的。” (Don't buy tight pants.) Dammit, I can't help but like wearing 'tight pants' or more soundly known as skinny jeans... As far as I'm concerned, I take pride in my dress sense and am in no way 'abnormal'. 

Cousin Kex was like saying my mother should see more of her and her brother, so my mother wouldn't be so stuck with the mainstream type of mindset. Anyways...

So I decided to just buy plain tees. And the only place I know that has good quality plain tees is Urban Junkie and Far East Plaza. I cannot live with cheap, mass produced tees.

I only rely on my trusted Standard American Apparel tees.

Oh, it was a nice surprise because Urban Junkie got a facelift. More boutique, less treasure trove. Haha! It was nice to see the Nooka watches being respectably displayed in a glass cabinet.

Anyways, I wasn't letting 'plain tees' get away so easily. I had to go for colour.

Three colours to be exact! Haha! I really only wanted to buy 2, but apparently if I were to get a third one, I get a discount. So instinctively I just grabbed 3 tees. (3 crew-neck tees at S$78.95)

Vainglorious colours eh? You just feel different when you're in a solid block of intense passionate colour.

Embrace your peaches, cranberries and plums, people!

P.S. Intense doses of colours like that instantly cheer me up. And believe me, I'm down like anything you've never believed in. So believe it anyways. (Sheesh, what am I talking about?!)

The dissolution part is so true!

Remember my resolution to get a job? Apparently it dissolved already. I feel way too lazy to work. Basically I just feel like rotting away into the soil.

Freitag suggests getting one of their bags as your sporting gear to increase enthusiasm and commitment towards working out regularly. Haha!... I'm so falling for it...

Last night, I went for supper with cousins Kex and Hong. Then we kinda got chatting and Kex asked one of those psychological questions:

Kex: You're walking in the desert and you see a Rubix cube. Is it far or near?

Me: Far.

Kex: Is the Rubix cube small or big?

Me: Small.

Kex: Is the Rubix cube neat or messy?

Me: Messy.

Kex: Is the cube opaque, translucent or transparent?

Me: Opaque.

Or something like that. I forgot what the far/near thing was about. But anyways, seeing a small Rubix cube implied that I have a small ego. A messed up cube suggests an internal turmoil of the mind. Opacity of the cube relates to how well we let people see through us. Apparently people just don't see through me.

So anyways, that was just pretty random.

嘿，嘿！

華語酷！

Mummy Says...

Mummy says that I cannot go on dates.

Mummy says that I cannot stay out late.

Mummy says that I cannot stay up late.

Mummy says that I cannot trim my eyebrows.

Mummy says that I cannot grow out my nails long.

Mummy says that I cannot keep my hair slightly long.

Mummy says that I cannot behave the way I am behaving.

Mummy says that I cannot make bad friends.

Mummy says that I cannot mix with my already-bad friends.

Mummy says that I cannot love myself the way I am.

Love Is Dead; So Am I

Be back in a bit...

On Air

I believe I got a multiple orgasm seeing this.

Bogglific On Facebook To Close?!

Dammit, they might be closing Bogglific on Facebook!

Bogglific is essentially Boggle.

Fuck! I always have so much fun on the game! I can be at it non-stop for hours! It's kinda my favourite game and they're effing closing it?!?!

Damn, I think my life is officially over...

The HUGE Members

I got on a moderately crowded bus today, realising it was filled with testosterone. Not that I minded, but I just got a little pissed off.

Apparently, there were more testosterone than I'd expected. Most of the guys got such healthy growth spurts!

Seems like they've got dicks so HUGE that they couldn't keep their legs closed. All of them had to open their legs at right-angles. IT WOULDN'T HURT TO CLOSE THEM A LITTLE MORE, WILL IT?!

Therefore, they practically claimed two seats on their own while I desperately looked for an empty space beside them that would at least fit me.

I ended up having only one buttcheek on the aisle seat. And I graciously parted my thighs at 90 degrees too!

You know, their not the only healthy ones.

Question

Am I maybe just a little naïve?

Do You Feel Like Yourself?

I sure do feel like myself. And I bloody love myself.

I've always said that I have high self-worth. At times it sounds conceited, but some times it sounds dignified too.

Recently, my mother asks for me to change the way I am. Change for the 'better', I suppose, because I'm apparently 'bad' now. I guess it's just my mindset which I don't think I will be able to change that much.

And for my mother to tell me that I'm wrong just sucks. I feel perfectly fine with myself and yet my mother wants me to change for the 'better'.

It takes one person to bring you down, especially when you feel so good about something. For example in design schools, you, as a student designer, comes up with your one most brilliant idea and you feel like you're gonna 'kill the world with your design' (to quote Satasha). But when you consult with your tutor, s/he says that the idea doesn't work and instantly dethrones you off the top of your world.

Hell, it sucks AND WE KNOW IT.

However, as much as it takes only one person to bring you down, it also just takes one person to bring you back up on your feet. And that one person is YOURSELF.

I AM MYSELF.

OH. MAH. GAWD.

*right hand forms 'O'* OH.

*hand gestures to oneself; fingertips lightly touching chest* MAH.

*palms meets in front of the chest briefly* GAWD.

Because St. Trianian's is the new hot- and cool-ness.

Nice school song. I mean, how often do you get to dance to a school song?

Because St. Trinian's is such cool-ness. I sourced quite terribly for the school logo, made a stencil and got friends to have their clothes screenprinted with the logo.

I am the Goodness.

P.S. What is the volume of a sphere? Quite loud.

I Help People

You know you're having a bad day when your usual sure-fire feel-good techniques (mine, at least) don't work.

Today just happened to be one of those ultra-bad days where nothing seems to cheer me up. And the lowest point just had to be at the end of the day.

However, I'm glad to say that I got out of the bad energy streak soon enough. I didn't plan to keep the gloom overnight anyways.

I realised that I enjoy helping deserving people who are in need. When I thought about that, it kinda made me smile a bit.

Today, a female acquaintance wore suspenders. Then came a point when I was standing behind her. And I noticed that one of the clips on the suspenders at the back came loose. The gaping clip dangled incessantly at me while I couldn't take my eyes off it.

So after about a couple of minutes of staring, I couldn't take it anymore. I asked Idil to carry my stuff to free up my hands and I said to the girl, 'Eh, you don't move ar, your suspenders the clip came off,'

Phew, that felt good like anything.

There was this time in a canteen when I helped a lecturer pick up her stuff. She left this ugly transparent carrier with all her documents on the seat and walked off to get food. Then the whole freaking ugly bag fell off the chair and the contents half-spilled out.

And I so happened to pass right by as the ugly bag hit the ground. I couldn't help doing nothing, so I picked the stuff up and put it back on the chair, trying my best not to look at how ugly the bag was.

So I felt better after doing that. Idil says that I'm noble for doing that.

It is not the social norm to OPENLY help people in Singapore. But I am not the norm, am I?

I cannot care if people are looking. I do what I have to do. It's about me, me and ME. Yes, I'm very self-centred. But at least I'm helpful, right?

It's true when they say 'A little goes a long way.'

MIA

Back in a bit!...

iSketch, Do You?

iSketch is definitely more fun when played with a group of friends.

In this virtual, digital age, who still gives a damn about playing traditional Pictionary? (Although, I, for one, would very much love to play the traditional pen-and-paper Pictionary.)

And as much as gaming goes, Pictionary, Taboo and Boggle (Scrabble, maybe) are as far as I consider myself a gamer. LMAO!

Intuitively, I just get drawn to word games. Pictionary is fun because it involves words and drawing. I love to draw! All designers, by hook or by crook, have at least a shred of drawing capability.

Therefore, iSketch is ideal because it is essentially Pictionary in a multi-player online format. And it is best played with friends, especially when we all get bored in the office or school computer lab.

iSketch, do you?

Jeans and Shoes

I love my shoes and I love my jeans. But these jeans are not made for dancing.

So Where Did All The Mynahs Go?

Sly blogger tactic: If you find yourself having nothing much to blog about, divert the attention of your readers to your older entries.

So, a while back, I reached my block and got a shock of my life. Remember what I said about the trees right behind the block? Well, they were:

Now they are:

The trees housed a gazillion mynahs. I just wondered where they've gone to. Sure there are many more trees in the neighbourhood, but won't there be overcrowding then?

I just thought it was atrocious what they did to the trees. As a result, I thought it was more atrocious what they unknowingly did to the mynahs.

When I Say Nothing At All

It's strange how I have nothing much to say here nowadays. But just because I don't say anything here doesn't really mean I have nothing to say! In fact, I have SOOO much to say! Just that the blog is not a choice channel to tell it all.

Like the one serendipitous meeting I had with Hairianto on Christmas Day. Hell, it was shocking. But best friends are best friends and that's the wondrous thing about it.

Like the thing I kinda promised Sofian (over MSN) I'd achieve before the new year. Damn, it was kinda a huge deal for me, but I didn't accomplish what I said I'd do. What a bummer.

And things like how I dropped one habit and picked up another. You gain some, you lose some, you know. That's why, sometimes, don't get too caught up with gains.

But what I can safely tell you is, despite how much Hairianto hates it, I just LUUUURVE to start my sentences with 'and', 'but', 'so' and 'because', although they are strict-grammatically wrong.

We're not practising strict grammar rules here, are we? So as long as I abide to common grammar rules, I guess I can get away with a clear conscience. 

The one thing we pride ourselves most after graduation from Hai Sing Catholic School(back in 2004) is that we have a considerably good command of the English language.

Last night was all right, a spontaneous night out with Gerald, a primary schoolmate. At Cafe Iguana, bumped into Cherylene, yet another primary schoolmate. It's funny how we just had a primary school gathering at Cafe Iguana on Saturday too!

Signing off now. Today has been such a dreary day.

New Year Resolutions

Dammit, new year resolutions are sooo cliche! But here is mine anyways:

GET A JOB.

And that pretty sums up what is most important for me for the new year. I need a source of income. A source of good income.