You know what I really feel like doing?

I really feel like giving myself a few tight slaps.

Do you know it's very irritating to keep procrastinating assignments?

Then all you can do is sit and watch your backlog of assignments snowball into a humongous pile of work...

That's when the short-cuts come in.

On Friday, during drawing class, the lecturer said that people who use short-cuts are people who utilise their brains.

Therefore, contrary to popular belief, I'm actually quite an avid user of my brain.

I take the lecturer's words to heart because he is a wise old man.

I take experienced people very seriously.

When my new classmates found out that my 'O' Level aggregate point is only a meagre single digit, they started seeing me differently.

All they could say was, "Smart lah, you! Wah lau, so smart still here.."

That's what I call discrimination.

It hurts me to discover that majority of the people there are very stereotypical.

It hurts me even more that majority of the people there are boring.

In the previous class in NYP, all the people talked about was DOTA, DOTA and DOTA only.

And you know what kills me?

Majority of the people there have the fucked up attitude towards learning.

I have wondered very hard why they're even there.

And freshies will always be freshies.

They are like kan chiong spiders.

Cannot hand up late work, cannot be late for class, cannot miss lecture, must attain 100% attendance, blah, blah..

But then when I see the work that they hand up, it's like shit.

As though they did their work with their eyes closed and brain shut down.

Now that I'm doing so much drawing assignments, I've come to really believe in the principle, "Either you hand in work with effort or you don'thand in at all."

Seriously, drawing is a feeling thing. And drawing what you see is very challenging.

I am not kidding.

Taking design is not easy. It is still hard work.

In fact, I think it's more taxing because you end up using your brain more.

I'm beginning to feel myself becoming an artist.

Right now, I'm like totally sucky at drawing from observation.

And the assignments just keep coming.

The psycho lecturers are just out to wipe us out.

Scheming bitches, they are.

I find myself enjoying drawing class very much.

Even though I kinda suck at it, I still love attending the three hours of it.

The most comforting thing to know is that despite the many people who are much better at drawing than I am, there are plenty more that are much worse at it than I am.

Sometimes, I think I'm Superman.

I've been working for such long hours that I don't have time to do my long overdue assignments.

Plus it's not like I've completed all my administrative procedures.

For so much trouble, I question if it's all worth it or not.

But I guess it should be worth all the trouble because thinking of what I can do after I acquire the skills just gives me the chills.

Good chills.

Anything that gives good chills is definitely worth everything.

Yes! I'm back!

It's been quite hectic the past week or so.

Even before I can say 'Ahh', I was already thrown into class at NYP. Then there's the horrible enrolment procedures.

And you know the worst thing? I have also a backlog of assignments hurled at me.

But at least they were all drawing assignments.

For once, I feel at ease with what I am doing. It is definitely me.

I've never done so much drawing in my life. It still takes some getting used to. But overall, I'm enjoying myself.

Drawing is a very feeling-dependent thing to me.

I keep telling myself that I have 10 different sketches to submit and 100% of the time, I end up with nothing but frustration.

You see, once I start seeing things as 'assignments' and 'obligations', I automatically harbour intense hatred for it.

I have to feel good before I can draw. And I assure you, once I get started on the drawing, nothing matters more. Not even food.

This is my second week in school, although it's officially third week into semester one. I was a week late, thank you very much.

The beginning of this week, I was posted into a permanent class. The people were a much better bunch as compared the the previous class I was attached to. Thank god it was only temporary with that class. I'm very glad that I got assigned to a better bunch of people.

As a design student (I can finally finally call myself a design student!!!), I realised that I should take a hell of a lot pride in my presentation.

Presentation of myself. How I dress myself up.

So it's very inspiring when I flip through fashion catalogues. I feel as though a great deal of inhibitions have been thrown out of the way. I feel free. I feel open. I feel adventurous.

But you know the one thing I cannot stand? Pairing a denim jacket with denim jeans. ALL IN THE SAME FREAKING SHADE! It hits a big fat ZERO in the style meter without much thought. Plus it gives the very 'wannabe' look. I'm all out against it.

Then there's the hair issue. A certain bombastic and spastic male lecturer spent 30 minutes of a 2-hour tutorial addressing the group on how to dress and how not to dress. Specifically, he said, "Guys, if you wanna keep long hair, NYP is not the place for you. If you wanna get outstanding colours for your hair, NYP is not the place for you."

Instantly, I felt a tingle in that finger of mine as hot blood rushed through my veins and the nervous impulses grew strong.

Then again, whatever.

Throughout his 'pep-talk' speech, I was smirking non-stop. I was incredulous at how ridiculous he was.

I remember on my first day, I met a very interesting lecturer already. The best thing was, we did a small exercise on concept development and he acknowledged my creativity in expressing ideas. It's like, you know, he brought an air pump along, stuck the nozzle in my head and began pumping furiously? I didn't know it felt so good...

The first thing I noticed about Mr Juinn, sadly, was his poorly-masked receding hairline. Then I noticed his futuristic orange specs. (I'm not in his class now, but I saw him the other day and he was wearing this futuristic transparent specs.) He is definitely a Design lecturer. Looks the part.

That's why, I said, "Presentation is the KEY."

Well, it's not just me that's saying that. I remember Mr Juinn implying that too. He's kinda weird, that's why he's fun. I can totally relate to that. Plus, he brought that 'air pump' to my first class in NYP! How could I not mention him?!?!

And he is by far the most interesting person I have met, apart from when I look into the mirror, that is.

There's the other lecturers too. But they're boring. You know, no bitchy comments, no quirky dress sense, no cheesy taglines, no nothing. Just plain boring.

I so look forward to meeting bitchy lecturers with cutting edge lingo that can drive me crazy. Frankly, I just need someone to open up my Channel of Sarcasm. Its about time to let it flow!

From ITE to Poly

Yesterday morning was my selection test.

By yesterday evening, I received a call from the section head at ITE Bedok.

She had said, "How about I refer you to NYP's Digital Media Design? They're quite established. I think you should go to a Poly. I know they've started school term, but it's still worth a try. I also want to ask your permission to submit your drawings to NYP."

I went, "Okay, it's worth trying. You can show them my drawings."

What a twist of fate right?

Then this afternoon, the greatest thing of all happened.

The course coordinator from NYP called me while I was shopping in Far East Plaza.

After a brief chat over the phone, I asked the million-dollar question:

ARE YOU OFFERING ME A SPOT IN NYP?

I got a priceless answer:

YES.

I scrapped my plans for the next 3 hours as I went down to NYP 'for a chat with them'.

I spoke endlessly with the Deputy Director. He gave me a short tour and went on and on about his lumbar injury.

Then he gave me a rude shock when he said, "I'm gonna give you a short sketch test."

My heart skipped a beat and I almost gagged.

We were on the way back to his office then. I so dreaded that moment.

But I just smiled and went with it lah.

In his office, he gave me a piece of paper and a pencil, grabbed a scotch tape dispenser, a jar and a small box, arranged them briefly and said, "Okay, draw."

What the freaking hell?!?!

Then he said, "I saw your drawings in the test you did at ITE. I just want to confirm."

Crazy ass. I was half freaked out.

It had been a horrendous sketch.

But I think he more or less was at my feet already, so he just said okay and handed me over to the course coordinator to settle the admin procedures.

And so, I start class immedately since they're already into theire second week of semester.

Tomorrow is my first day.

I am very excited. I am very nervous.

Most of all, I am Kang Yong. I create miracles.

Believe it.

They accepted me!

This wonderful morning, I went down to ITE Bedok once again.

This time, I was there for a selection test, essentially a drawing test.

I had to draw: whole and sliced tomato, whole and sliced cucumber, slice of bread and slice of cheese.

That was section one. I kinda aced it.

Section two, I had to draw my handphone, my own hand, or my watch.

I deliberated for so long, okay. I've said that I'm not the draw-things-as-they-are kinda person, so I was quite worried.

Finally, I decided to draw my hand. Because I was smart, I played up my strengths. I clenched my fist.

Hence, there was less details, less creases, and much easier for me.

Well, DUH! I aced it too.

The last section, I was given a curved line. Was asked to make the line as visually exciting as possible.

Without a doubt, I double, maybe even triple, aced it. It was my forte.

Then I flipped through my test paper and smiled. Very impressive. I didn't know I could draw that well.

Following my submission, I was called to be interviewed by the Section Head. Nice Malay woman.

She said I was overqualified. She said I was talented. She said, "Welcome aboard,"

Yesterday, ITE Bedok called me up.

Told me that my selection test is on Monday. Where I have to report at freaking 9 am with my drawing materials and all.

So cool right?

Regarding the Giordano thingy, there is zero hope for me.

I feel kinda stupid submitting that entry. Because I have wasted much of my bling-bling for nothing.

I didn't feel right about it, but I still submitted my entry. All foolishness on my part.

It was a sure guarantee that I wasn't going to win anything if I was feeling that bad about it.

Anyways, I took a look at the top 5 entries that were put on display yesterday.

All I have to say is, I'm still novice when it comes to design.

That's why it'll mean so much to me if ITE Bedok takes me in.

But frankly speaking, the selection test on Monday is essentially a drawing test.

I'm a little worried because I'm not exactly the draw-things-as-they-look kinda person.

I'm more like draw-as-you-think-it-looks-like kinda person.

However, it helps when you have someone telling you straight in your face, "Don't worry, I believe you can draw. You can do it one,"

And it doesn't really help when you have someone telling you straight in your face, "You sure or not? You really wanna go ITE?", "Don't waste your time lah," or "Why got short route dun wan, wanna take longer route?"

Despite all the negativity, it only takes a glimmer of positivity to make me feel all good again.

Kalis messaged me: "I think you should be featured in some magazine for your actions."

I replied: "Magazine like so chin chai, Straits Times lah."

My number is back in service!

But with good news comes the bad.

I lost all my contacts.

Therefore, to my loyal blog readers (blogder is still unacceptable lingo to me), in other words, my fans, I mean, friends, y'all might wanna text me a message with your name or something.

I am terrible at memorising contact numbers.

Regarding my lost L6, I didn't tell much people though I lost it during work. And yet I published it here.

It's kinda stupid how I lost it, so I'm pretty ashamed to tell the story. And I don't like it when my mother calls up someone and tells the whole story.

Today, my manager told me that our big boss has prepared something for me because of good publicity. And I thought they were devoid of gratitude. =D

You know, back when I was still in SP Biotech, I was my class' Class Rep. It's kinda funny how it started. I think I got the kinda of face for that kinda job because the class tutor zoomed in on me the very first time. I mean, how could I have rejected it?

Then now that I'm outta the scene, it's down to the classmates' choice, not lecturer's choice. And I heard the current class rep got sabotaged like hell. Well, I said classmates' choice already what...

If I get admitted into ITE Bedok, I don't know how I'll cope with the uniform. I'm very worried that I'll look bad because school uniforms have been deemed by moi as 'unflattering and ugly'. Which is true, okay!

One of my long-term goal is to look my best at all times.

So far, so good.

But if the uniform kicks in, I have no idea what kind of hell will break loose.

Then again, I find it almost impossible to picture myself being ugly and all. It's just so hard. Whenever I look into the mirror, I just go gleaming. 'Cos I am beautiful, no matter what they say. And no matter what I wear.

And all of a sudden, I'm reminded of the Giordano competition. I think the exhibitions on from tomorrow onwards. But I haven't heard anything from them. What's that means? Okay, I just got my phone number back in service also, but will they dump my entry just because I was uncontactable???

I exhausted my bling bling resources just for that. And it's freaking NON-RETURNABLE. Oh well, for the experience if I don't win anything.

I prefer gaining experience to gaining just knowledge.

Hairianto has plenty to say on that gaining knowledge thing. You can request him to give you a seminar or something. He charges reasonably.

Monday morning, I went down to NAFA and got rejected.

Got rejected despite being shameless.

Rejected by two ugly receptionists.

It's like triple slaps across my face, you know.

Still, I'm shameless.

Then further into the day, I opened the mail and found a letter from TP.

Saying, "We have given careful consideration to your application and regret to inform you that we are unable to offer you a place of study in the above course(s). Thank you for your interest in Temasek Polytechnic."

And I say, "F*** YOU LAH!"

So this morning, I went to ITE Bedok and applied for Digital Media Design.

The lady got a shock when she saw my results. She became speechless, literally.

Now I wait.

Missing

Okay, it's like one devastating news after another.

I lost my handphone yesterday. Yes, I lost my new Motorola L6.

I went to clear my bowels in the toilet. I left my L6 on the tissue dispenser. I cleaned and I happily left.

When I realised I didn't have my phone with me, DUH, too late. Some asswipe had already set off with his new found prize.

I called my own phone, and the asswipe still could pick it up and not make a noise. I stupidly talked nicely to him when I could've cursed him. Well, I wasn't thinking very well at the moment, you know. I was more like shocked.

Nevertheless, this lousy rat who pocketed my L6 will face dire consequences. Of course, not that I wish for him to die lah. I'm not so evil.

I JUST WISH FOR HIM TO SUFFER BAD LUCK THE REST OF HIS PATHETIC LIFE, OR WHATEVER'S LEFT OF IT!

I'm not evil, but I'm psychotic.

What goes around, comes around. Karma is the word, people.

I consider myself quite calm after such a heart wrenching loss. You know, all my candid shots with friends (but mostly alone), pictures of my artwork and all.

I think this is a very obvious sign that I should invest in a proper digicam.

But then meanwhile, I'm more concerned with getting a phone.

Which leads me to the Giordano Graphic Tee Design Competition.

I hope I win the Sony Ericsson phone. Because I submitted an entry anyhow!

I was thinking, just taking part gives me a chance. If I didn't, there was no chance at all. But then the results only come out on 27 April.

My design consists of a background with splattered paint in red, blue, green and yellow. In the centre, there is 3 hearts of different sizes, each shamelessly studded with bling bling (Duh, like you don't know me). Then there's this huge drip trail of red paint from the collar down. Right down the middle to merge with the hearts. I cut the hearts out from felt and studded lotsa bling on.

I intended wings behind too, but was too lazy. I had stayed up quite late the previous night to complete with finishing touches.

I hope I win myself a new phone.

It's a great thing to know that I am not alone. I have a couple of people I know who's, well, kinda stranded. You know, just hanging around, when we're 'supposed to' be studying.

Just something quirky to share with you: The other time, I needed to get the credit card from this lady customer. She flipped open her purse and asked me to help her take the card out because she just had her nails done. Yeah, nails done right before a movie. So cool, right?

Yesterday, I worked the midnight shift. It left me sleeping till 2 pm today. So shiok.

Yesterday, I was late for work because I was having lunch with Kalis and Hui Yi.

We were at Swiss Culture, at Suntec City Sky Garden.

Food portions like kena zapped by reduction laser. But the fondue was so much fun.

Because it was my first time having fondue. I was very excited. I gamely posed for Kalis' camera with my mouth full of chocolate. I was flashing my smile like a shameless bitch. Then I had one shot with chocolate on my lips. Then I looked like some freaky drag queen.

Before that, I went to Candy Empire at Millenia Walk and had a mini shopping spree. Candy Empire has recently become one of my favourite hang-outs. Especially after I discovered that it's only, literally, a stone's throw away from Carrefour. Eng Wah Cinemas above Carrefour. Therefore, Candy Empire is freaking near where I work.

Candy Empire sells like massive variety of sweets and chocolates. It's like heaven for sweet-tooths and hell for calorie-control freaks. They even have Wonka bars. I thought they only existed in the Willy Wonka movie.

Until Hairianto asked me to buy 20 Wonka bars for him. Actually, that was kinda the start of my constant patronage to Candy Empire.

And then I came to know that it was established by Indians. Cool.

But it is uncool to know that registration for Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts has closed. Nevertheless, I'll try to apply. Be shameless. Late and shameless. It's worth a shot. My cousin also asked me to just try. My cousin knew because my mother told her. My mother told her because she thinks I don't know what I'm doing. But she is wrong.

Last weekend, I went down the Motorola Service Centre to get the USB cable so I can transfer files from computer to phone. The person told me that stock would come the following week and that she would call me. But did I hear my phone ring? NO! Obviously, she lied. But I'm gonna give her till tomorrow, which happens to be the official one week after that day.

As each day passes, my thirst for design grows more intense. It sounds very strong. That's because IT IS!

Giordano has this Graphic Design Tee competition going on. Closing date tomorrow. I got to know about it like a little more than a week ago. I was very excited about it because I was urged to submit an entry. So I'm halfway through with the T-shirt design. But then I kinda lost the thrill for it. I don't feel like submitting the entry.

I stand a chance to win (well, if I submit an entry, that is) a Sony Ericsson phone and Giordano shopping vouchers. And winning entries get exhibited at Suntec City Tropics Atrium from 21 April. Goes on for a few days.

On Wednesday, the day when I found out the devastating news, I decided to pamper myself. And you know where I went? I went to my favourite diner, Billy Bombers!

At Century Square. And yes, ALONE.

I just had to order their jumbo hotdog. I can never get enough of their humongous hotdog. makes me feel like king instantly.

The freaking manager gave me a window seat, where every single schoolkid in unflattering school uniform could see me from my head to my toe. But I just took it anyhow.

Throughout my whole meal, I caught the service crew throwing constant glances at me. You know the worst thing? This irritating waitress decides to patrol the aisles to check on every table. She would kinda scrutinize the table. That made me a little uncomfortable. But since I'm pretty shameless, I continued stuffing the hotdog into my mouth. How I wanna eat my dog is for me to care. So is who I decide to eat with. In this case, nobody.

See ya.

Today I feel much better. Actually I was much better yesterday already because I overhauled my mindset. I have many doors open for me. I'm lucky that I see them.

Last night, I talked to my mother. And then I didn't feel like talking anymore, because she was all negative and stuff.

Then today, I suddenly thought of emancipating from my family. I know it's super crazy. I'm just letting you know what weird thoughts I have from time to time.

It actually paints a really perfect picture in my head.

Temasek Poly is making me wait. I could appeal, but I still have to wait. School terms starts, and I could still be waiting. I do not play the waiting game well.

Then I was thinking, take a look at the other open doors. And ITE came into the picture.

I've come to reognise that design is my life. It is what I do.

In Singapore, I am not afraid of not being able to receive education. But my mother thinks otherwise. She thinks what I'm doing is just fooling around. I was insulted.

But of course, this is serious stuff for me. I've never been this serious about something. I feel it in me. It's who I am. It is what I'm meant to do.

Therefore, I will pursue design. No Poly, then there's ITE.

People say I downgrade. They say I'm stupid. They say I'm wasting my time. They think I'm jumping off a cliff.

But's that's what they say, that's what they think. Not me, though.

I'm very proud that I live my life for myself, not for anyone else. It'll be otherwise pathetic.

I am not pathetic, I am not stupid.

But you probably think I'm pathetic and stupid.

Continue with that, it's how you think. I cannot change it.

Meanwhile, I'm happy with my life.

Offered Intake Admission Exercise: DAE
Status: Unsuccessful
Status Date: 07/04/2006 03:25:00 PM

Today, I bring devastating news.

Duh, you can read for yourself right?

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On a happier note, I got myself a new phone! Motorola L6! I went completely crazy with the camera.

I love it because it's ultra slim, ultra cool. I feel that it is my phone, for once. A phone that's really me.

Last night, we went over to Hairianto's house to celebrate his birthday.

Very exclusive. Not in some public place, like others who are just desperate for attention.

Actually I'm quite freaked out now. Because I just found out my application status. On Monday, TP Design School called me and told me that the school is quite full, and I can only wait for people to back out and then I come into the picture.

Quite devastating, but I'll make sure they get me in. Maybe speak to some big shot or something.

Meanwhile, I'm moodless to blog more.

In my last entry, I was saying how I was ripping the company of its funds by working hellhole-y hours, and my working hours got reduced this week because of that?

Guess what? I was damn right.

From a reliable source, I've come to know that the company is kinda cutting back on labour costs. Second hand information, but highly accurate and reliable.

Tsk, tsk, these people...

Yesterday, I trawled the higher end shopping malls. I ransacked Guess, fcuk, Ralph Lauren, Zara and projectshop boutiques in town. That was as high up the branded ladder as I could bring myself to go.

It was exhilarating. And mind-blowing.

I didn't notice any furtive glances at me though. I was trawling Paragon like I owned the place. But seriously, window shopping won't hurt. Who cares what the people think. I may not be able to afford, but at least I can see and look, right?

Clothes from Guess are so freaking nice! I was very inspired after raiding the boutiques in Ngee Ann City, Paragon and Suntec City. What Marciano can do, I will be able to do. I have to press on!

On Saturday, I was at Billy Bombers at The Heeren. I just became a fan of Billy Bombers.

Because I couldn't help myself, I ordered a hotdog. I really wanted to see how it was like in American serving. I love hotdogs, by the way. And Hairianto hates it. 'Cause it reminds him of, well, whatever hotdogs remind you of. Think, member... What member? Goldmember, member... Yes, that...

Anyway, when it came, it just left me in shock. 'Cause it was really jumbo. It was like nothing you've ever seen. A hotdog of gargantuan proportion.

Beaming from ear to ear, I took my first bite and immediately felt ethereal.

Hairianto, on the other hand, was shuddering in disgust as I even took photos of it.

The huge dog costs me $11. I think it was worth the money. I went from famished to full in one sitting. Very impressive. Very memorable. Always brings new surprises.

Hey, recently the first Campus Superstar was born! Yay! Zhiyang, is it? I think he deserved it because he can sing, he can talk, and most importantly, he can act.

Not drama-act, act, but say-good-things-only-to-media act, act. They figured that he was probably the smartest of the lot. Plus he has the face that is unlikely to offend. The singing is just a bonus.

Did you see his face when he won? Cos I didn't. But I think he grinned like a child.

Suddenly I feel happy for him. Oh yes, he's very politically correct also. The producers were definitely looking out for that in their winner too. He's smart lah. Check out his blog: http://justme-willy.blogspot.com/

Tomorrow's my off day. It's perfect timing for a free day. I have like a gazillion things to do tomorrow. I got a couple of projects to embark on and I shall cram them in tomorrow. It's a long day ahead of me.

I see you, when I see you. DUH.

My Live Journal

Hairianto introduced me to LiveJournal.com.

He has since moved on from Blogger.com to LiveJournal.com.

And I just changed his link.

I was fiddling with my Live Journal too. Or L.J. in short, as they like to call it.

So I was fiddling with my L.J.

And the first thing that comes to your mind is?

I'm fiddling with my what?!?!

Yes, I'm fiddling with my L.J.

What do you ignorant people reckon L.J. is?

When I was still ignorant like you, L.J. means something rude in Hokkien.

It's like the Gbuy thingy from Google.

Anyways, it's quite confusing with my L.J.

I think I need more time to familiarise myself with it.

Maybe you wanna help?

Hairianto posts his wish list in his latest entry.

Therefore I shall go shopping today.

My work schedule this week is feeble.

I suppose they think I'm overworking myself. Which leads on to the company having to pay me more money. That is not a good thing.

So my working hours this week got reduced by at least 30%. I even have two off days, as compared to the usual one off day.

Today, I start work at 4 pm. Which leaves me pretty free for this half of the day.

Hairianto's birthday is in 8 days.

He is excited. So am I.

Duh, it's the big 18 leh.

Because he said I shouldn't be cheapskate in buying his prezzie, then I figured that I shouldn't.

So I'm going shopping in town.

The other time, I was over at Hairianto's house to steal.

Steal photos lah. He allowed it because I DO NOT HAVE A DIGICAM.

And then now, my freaking phone is giving me hell by giving me nothing.

It's always good timing to change it. But when?

When I grow old enough lor.

When I hit the life-turning 21.

Then me and my pals are gonna go travelling together. We plan to start saving up now. It's called, Double O - Operation Overseas.

Yes, Double O. Not dbl O.

Enough about Hairianto.

He must be grinning away like hell from all the free publicity.

Now it's about me.

What about me?

No idea, either.

Let's wait for the next brainwave.

Woo! Yayin's gonna be back from Shanghai in under 12 hours. And it all seems to be quite fast. She wasn't really gone that long.

Today is my off day. My only off day for this week. I'm a super workaholic. But then as I've said, since I enjoy what I do, it really isn't considered work. As such, time kinda just slips through and before you know it, it's the weekend once again!

Recently, I took a listen to the radio. Popular English station playing contemporary hits and Billboard chartbusters. It's been a couple of years since I listened to that station. After they had some major revamp, I just turned it off completely. Furthermore, I began shopping furiously for CDs. And the MP3 player came along and my CDs are pretty much what I listen to 24/7.

Okay, so when I tune in to the station, it's the late night show that's on. I'd be lying on my bed, with my earphones on, listening, listening and listening. Very comfortably, I'll just fall asleep as a soothing voice continues on with boring and hyptonic topics.

Yes, that's Mr Hypnotic for you.

He's such a freaking boring jock.

But the producers were quite smart though. It's like the easiest way to hike up listenership. Well, listenership with the insomniacs, that is.

I could almost see people gathered at the Insomniac Club sharing their ideas and opinions, then this excited man comes up and say,

I think y'all should take a listen to this radio station that my daughter listens to. I overheard it the other night and for my first night in 10 years, I fell asleep like a baby without having to pop those pills!

He takes out a recording of the radio programme and played it for all to hear. Duh, before you know it, all the insomniacs are like sprawled on the ground, deep in slumber.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Hypnotic with you on 789fm, your companion to sleeping like a baby.

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I was just looking at my face, then I thought, "Wah lau, I think I not fated to have good skin siah,"

My friend was kinda given this job opportunity as a cosmetics girl. Then she told me, "But I thought you need perfect skin to do such job?"

I was like, "It doesn't matter, just try it,"

Then just recently, what she said came to my mind and I was like thinking, "Well, she could be out there showing people that you don't need to have perfect skin to be able to put on make-up."

Then again, what do I know about make-up anyway?

However, I'd like to discover what a concealer stick can do wonders for me. This face of mine is so terrible. Once I outrightly says that it's getting better, it simply gets worse the very next day.

Thankfully for me, I understand that Fate has to be fair. It's only a shame when Fate is fairer to some and less fair to others.

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Last night, I was working the midnight shift. And very unfortunately, I was doing main cashier. That meant lotsa stock counting, sales settlement, blah blah. This isn't something I was good at. In fact, I'm a total ass at it. But I managed to round up everything at 1 am.

After that, I decided to take the night rider bus home. After walking to Bugis, I had second thoughts and hailed a cab.

Then I realised that I had 13 dollars on me. I figured that should be enough. But hell it wasn't.

The taxi ended up having to take a longer route. I spent all my 13 dollars on the cab fare and I still had to freaking walk a freaking 12 minutes home!

Damn these itchy feet. Like I wasn't weary enough.

I reached home all sweaty and hot and tired. After a shower, I plopped onto my bed and got on with sleeping. This time, there wasn't any Shan Wee to soothe me to sleep. I was plain worn out.

Then today I woke up fresh and watched TV and decided to paint on a T-shirt.

I painted two black clouds, each with their own impressive lightning bolt and in between, an angry face. Because I cannot paint real life eyes, I made the guy wear shades. It's so much easier for me. And whaddya know, of course I splattered some paint on the overall design. Just tiny specks of paint. Unfortunately, I ran out of superglue to stud on my precious bling.

Come to think of it, if every one of my T-shirt has bling-bling, wouldn't it be like an obsession already?

The Itch

The freaking itch seems to hang around for longer than I expect.

I've got countless bouts of these itchy colonies sprouting from my skin throughout the whole day. From arms all the way to my legs.

I had been piling on my antiseptic cream like anything. Right now, I am itching at the left ankle. It's so terrible. But scratching it feels so shiok. You know what I mean?

We all know scratching it isn't gonna improve the condition of it, but it just feels nice to scratch the itch, right? You know you shouldn't do it, but you still do. It makes it all more enjoyable, don't it?

Last night, I told myself that I should perhaps get up a little earlier to get some muscles working and get the heart pumping. But apparently, those words fell on deaf ears. Haha!... I'm like that.

I refuse to compromise my sleeping time. However, when it comes to me having to wake up early due to work, I can do it 99% of the time. There's really something strange about how my job makes me feel. It's like I was born to do it.

My mother asked me to get a better paying job like my cousin did. I was like, "What for? I'm getting along fine,"

I don't really see myself working primarily for the money. The money part's just a bonus for me. I love the experience, I love how it makes me feel.

Therefore, if I were to die now, I would die a happy person.

Hey, dying's not all that bad, okay. It simply means your time is up and that's that. That's why it's imperative that you enjoy every moment of your heart pumps.

Death to me is peaceful and calm. But then I guess I should stop harping on it since 'it is so unlucky and negative'.

Tomorrow at work, I face off with the ultimate tyrant at work. She had been gone for a while and just got back. This tyrant gave me hell when I first started work. Well, she got hell from me too, and now she's back, hopefully without a vengeance.

Today, I heard some things about the company giving the sack to incompetent employees to pave way for new blood. Kinda funny, thinking how incompetent I've been today. Then I got kinda smug and continued my incompetence at work.

We could practically hear the crickets for the whole day. I was just listening to music, SMS-ing away, power-napping, visiting the toilet for no reason, etc.

But seriously, time passes quite quickly at work. Very conducive place to pass time.

This throat of mine is giving me trouble. It doesn't feel like much of a sore throat anymore. It feels like something more persistent. I was stuffing my face with fruits today. And I almost drowned myself with water. Trips to the toilet excreted excessive amounts of Vitamin C. I think overdose also not very good for the body. Hmm, and it took me till now to realise.

Meanwhile, I wait for TP to call me.

Today is Kalis' birthday.

Last night, after many counts of miscommunication, we managed to bring together our birthday surprise for her.

We turned up at Kalis' doorstep at 11 something. After a very long time of waiting, no one came to the door. Then we opened her door(the gate locked, of course). We looked like burglars in every possible way.

The lights were on. We were calling out to her from outside. Then we convinced ourselves that we had to make noise to wake her up because we thought she might have fallen asleep.

Then she appeared with wet hair and a towel. But with clothes on, duh!

Luckily it worked out fine. The Swensen's Cookies 'n' Cream Ice-cream cake was fantastic too.

Then my throat didn't get any better. I suspect that I'm slightly allergic to paracetemol.

After taking them, I discover rashes springing up from my arms and legs. Nasty groups of bumpy 'things'. Making me itch like crazy. Fortunately, I have my trusty Burnol Plus antiseptic cream. I swear it makes everything better. It is a cure for all things superficial.

Just now, I went to Changi Airport for dinner. Dined at Popeye's. They've got nice fries and nice mashed potatoes. The mashed potatoes come with this really unique sauce. May need some getting used to. Acquired taste lah.

Then met up with Yayin with her friends and a new special friend. She leaves for Shanghai today. The freaking flight's at 1.15 am or something. Kalis, Hui Yi and I bade her goodbye early. Around 10 pm.

Today, Kalis looked pretty. You know, with make-up and all. But then today she looked slightly different. More W-O-W then usual. I think it's something to do with the eyes. And I couldn't stop gazing at them. It's either she's got Acuvue Define lenses, fake lashes, or newly nipped double eyelids. It's definitely either one.

Then I handed over the goods. Hui Yi's goods.

Her white skirt and white tank top were left to my good hands and trusty paints and brushes. Finally I handed the goods over. The tank top is a jaw-dropper, modestly speaking. I shall have my own shop next time. Right now, I just play play only. For fun and leisure. I shall hit the stores with a big bang. But that's till then.

I think thinking too much about "The Hills Have Eyes" took its toll on me.

I woke up this morning feeling like crap. The throat was much worse than the day before. Then I felt a fever coming on. Immediately I got one of those cooling patches and stuck one on my forehead. Then I gorged down plenty of water. I was burning up.

It was a freaking 38 Celsius. Thank goodness they made us buy thermometers during the SARS period.

I found Panadol at home. Took three tablets.

And here I am, at half past noon, feeling the good vibes once more. In a mere 2 hours, I hauled myself back from the evil clutches of sickness.

This short bout of fever and bad throat made me think about my unhealthy diet. I've been gorging like nobody's business for the past few days. I think it's a sign for me to pull on the brakes.

Red Bull gives you wings. Well, for me, I give myself wings. Yes! I painted myself a pair of wings on a black T-shirt. Then studded my rhinestones on. I insist on having bling-bling on my clothes.

Then my mother saw and she was like, "Eee, so auntie!"

And I got two pairs of flip-flops and painted on them too. I discovered that paint doesn't adhere well to the plasticky surface of the flip-flops. I turned to using markers. Still not too bad for my first attempt.

Because I got one of them for my cousin, my mother was there to confirm that my cousin will not fit into the slippers. She just had to bring me down.

Yesterday, I was damned freaked out watching "The Hills Have Eyes".

If you love violence and gore, the show is for you! If you love seeing blood all over, the show is for you! If you enjoy watching psychos freaking the shit outta people, then the show's for you! Fantastically violent, extremely gruesome, taps into your imagination so you conjure up images inside your head. You have to be pretty sane to keep up with reality and to remind yourself that it's only a show.

AND I was watching it alone. Scared the hell outta me. The milk chocolates I ate kinda turned bitter and tasteless as I got some rude shocks in the beginning of the show.

It didn't help that the sound system rocked the whole cinema. The sound waves reverberated through the seats and went a-pounding through my body. Then there was all the blood. It felt so real. As though I was in there for myself. (shudders)

There's this wimpy guy in the show who eventually turned out to be the sole survivor. Damned powerful. The freaks stole his baby and raped his wife and then killed her. So he sets out to get his baby from the freaks. He got slammed and thrown through walls, got his head smashed on the ground, got whacked, got all bloodied and stuff, but he managed to get on his feet everytime and eventually wipe out the baddies. So amazing!

The psycho killers look 100% the part. Because they were affected by radiation from nuclear test sites in the desert, they were all deformed and freaky. They were taking revenge, but it was so vengeful that I don't even think they're human. The men were so horny they raped the girls. I was so freaked out by that. I had to turn away. Couldn't bear to see it.

However, in a basket of rotten apples, you cannot rule out the possibility of a good apple. Which in this case, there was a nice girl belonging to the freak community.

So on the whole, I kinda enjoyed the movie. You gotta look at things on the whole. See everything as one, not as pieces you simply put together. Always take a step back to see things when you feel like you're being judgemental.

And the best place to see things far and wide is in the transparent lifts of the National Library.

One of the best bubble lift experience considering the velocity, view and altitude. Scale all 14 storeys. Enjoy the view. Great for looking at sunsets. Scaling up 14 storeys is fun. Scaling DOWN 14 storeys is HELL LOT MORE FUN! Especially when it full of people. Vrooms down like the cables got cut loose or something.

Then Yayin got all petrified and wobbly. See? That's what friends are for, to enjoy cheap thrills together. Wait, it was free. That was pretty much what we went to the National Library for. Cool, right?!

Lately, I've been dreaming about my admission into TP.

A while back, I dreamt I got into TP.

Wow! That's great!

Wait lah, haven't finished. I dreamt I got into TP's ARCHITECTURE!

ARCHITECTURE! I was scared half to death! What the hell was I going to do in Architecture?! Total nightmare.

The second dream, I dreamt that I wasn't admitted into TP. Before that I discovered that many people I know also transferred Polys. They got in but I didn't. I was so worried.

However, it was the first nightmare that I'm more concerned about.

I think subconciously, I'm a total wreck. But I keep myself positive about my admission into TP. Actually I don't think much about it. I kinda believe that I'm a TP student already.

So bad thoughts aside as the good ones come in.

I got time to watch "Nanny McPhee" yesterday too.

It's a stupid movie title that's girlie enough to repel many grown-up people. But it really wasn't that bad. You seriously cannot judge a movie by it's name.

It's a nice heart-warming story about family and love. I especially love Nanny McPhee herself. The magic staff and all. She goes stomping her wooden staff on the ground and exercises her magic. I like magical things.

Then she kinda underwent an extreme makeover too. From her first appearance to her last, she turned from an old hag to a shapely woman.

It's like she got laser treatment for her worts removal, extensive dental surgery to rectify her single buck-tooth problem, liposuction, Botox, nip here, tuck there... Kinda cool. Just like magic.

Many a time, customers embarrass themselves in front of me. After which, I retreat 'backstage' to burst out in smug, evil laughter.

However, today I met a smarty pants.

He claimed I gave him only one ticket when he wanted two. I've to say that this has happened many times. And 100% of the time, the customers simply misplaced it. It's impossible that it's our fault over at the ticketing counter.

So today, I told the guy to check properly, perhaps it was wadded together with his cash. And indeed it was.

But this smarty pants didn't outrightly admit to his false claim. I offered to bring him in without the other ticket and all. Then when he flipped open his wallet, he kinda paused. And then went away, saying, "It's okay, we'll see again," and left my counter.

Immediately, I told my colleague, "What a smart-ass!"

Lose all face already still wanna act cool. Walk off like nothing happened when he wrongly accused me. I was embarrassed for him. With my beady eyes once more, I saw him get pass the usher. I strode out and found his ticket stub - his 'missing' ticket stub.

What a smart-ass trying to save face when all had been lost. I was so smug.

I've been pretty smug these days. It's kinda fun.

You know, fear arises when we do not have control over things (and I got this from watching part of Final Destination 3). But it seems like in my line of work, I'm pretty much in control over most stuff, so I get pretty carried away with the thought of being able to manipulate people. Of course, I'm over-hyping it a little bit. But you know how I like over-hyping things right? If not life would be so boring.

Talking about boring, splatters kinda come across to me as boring already. No doubt that they look good on shoes and clothes, but I've been seeing so much of it on people, it makes me sick. Whatever happened to the exclusivity of it? I'm mildly disgusted that the any-O-how-splattered-with-paint look is ubiquitous. I don't exactly like popular trends. Especially when it's something that I feel closely connected to.

However, I have to say that the new Swatch watch with splattered paint design looks cool. Actually I haven't seen the real deal yet. I only saw the poster boldly splashed on the newly-revamped Swatch gallery in Suntec City. Anyways, it matches my slip-ons 100%. Imagine me with matching shoes and watch!

So I dream of great things all the time, feeling good, feeling great, but I HAVEN"T HEARD FROM TP YET!

The waiting game sucks as much as the guessing game, but it's definitely easier to evade playing the waiting game since I can snap my fingers and divert my attention to something else. So it has been work and work and more work.

So while I work my ass off, I begin to wonder if I'm really interested in going back on Poly campus. Very realistically, this part-time job will get me nowhere, to speak very stereotypically. This happened to by lying around and I saw it: "Choose a job you love and you'll never have to work a day in your life" -Confucius

Definitely true because whenever I go work, I don't feel like I'm working at all. It's like I was born to do what I do. I thoroughly enjoy myself. So school? It's like wading in shallow murky waters. Safe for now, but that drop-off is still out there somewhere. You may just fall off while wading happily. It'll be great to be able to tread water.

I was told that I was really good at dropping hints here and there when confrontation is required. Confrontation is usually uncomfortable. So why say things as they are when we are all smart enough to pick up underlying messages? It's milder and less in-your-face. Gives a calmer effect as well. Otherwise, you may just come across as trying to pick a fight.

However, for dumb people, in-your-face confrontation will be useless. Because they just do not get it.

I'm bored already.

Just wanna let you know that I was here for a moment because I'm really bored out after watching American Idol. And there's nothing that I feel like talking about. I think I'll just go watch my DVDs.

Virgin Mary

Tomato juice, lemon juice, pepper, spice and a hell lot of Tabasco sauce makes the perfect perk-me-up.

I knew I was going to love Virgin Mary, the drink, of course.

I ordered it last night at Rouge Outdoors, where a friend is working.

Spicy and tangy taste. Just what I like. VERY EXCITING. VERY INTERESTING.

But then Hairianto said it tasted like f*** and Yayin was like cringing at her first sip.

I still like it anyhow. It's so me.

Then after that, we went to Lau Pa Sat for supper.

Took a cab home. Encountered a really good cab driver. One that I'll commend for good service.

Good because he knew the customer's demands without us having to tell.

He was driving very hastily yet very safely. That's one good thing because all we wanted was to get home quick. We took around 30 minutes to reach home. And 15 was spent walking. Don't ask why.

The second thing was that he wasn't talkative. We were. He didn't tell us about his kids, family, etc. He didn't comment on petrol prices, coffee prices or terrorism. He just kept his eyes on the road as he sped on towards our homes.

That is good service. Goes without, well, saying anything.

Today, I watched Brokeback Mountain. How interesting to someone who is boring. Therefore it is boring to interesting people like me. I could even memorise part of the script! Goes like this: 'Yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda...'

That was the starting of the movie. When it progressed, it went quite like that: 'YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA...'

And on and on it went. I never knew the ending to it. It's a romance story like no other.

Then I watched Date Movie.

The slogan on the poster reads: '... story about love. And more crap like that.'

How completely true.

I was laughing my ass off throughout the show. It made me appear hysterical because the many people in the cinema were either snickering to themselves or busy finding back their sense of humour. But I really think that those people don't even have the sense of humour to start off with.

At least the show was full of funny crap. Very me. I can relate very well to that. I have watched most of the movies the writers took a jibe at. The others didn't, so they just sat there, clueless and bored. That's why I looked so much like a crazy-ass jabbed with hysterical laughter convulsing uncontrollably. Whatever. I had so much fun.

So on the way to Suntec, I think I got kinda sunburnt. It was around 1.45 pm. I realised that the sun was casting shadows that fell directly beneath the object. And golly, it was beating down there is no tomorrow.

I felt it was kinda strange that we all had been told that the 12 noon sun casts shadows that fall beneath the objects when in fact, it's the 1 to 2 pm sun that does that.

So I was just wondering, how long have we been deceived by this mislead? Could it be that the Earth, over a period of time, spun an hour ahead?

It'll be so cool if it's true. Imagine the news, the papers, the media. They'll just go bonkers! Then everyone'll be asked to tweak their watches to keep up with the sun's pace.

With that, all schedules go haywire. Then it'll be slight global chaos. Sounds fun, don't you think?

Hmm, of course you don't think it's fun, you boring blogders!

'Blogder' is made-up word from some famous blogger. Means blog readers.

The only reason I use it is because at times I momentarily lose my brains and decide to be stupid and use gives-the-'what the hell?!'-look-on-your-face words.

It's total hell pronouncing it and it visually disturbing. Words should be fluid enough to pronounce comfortably and must look aesthetically appealing in black and white. See what I mean?

I think my mother deserves a Crazy Horse Paris treat because she loves looking at my awesome curves especially when I shower. I'd like to surprise her with a troupe of dancing and slithering women with killer curves. She's sure to love it like hell.

Tell me, will I win hands down or what?! Of course, that's under the pretext of me being a daughter.

"Ma, I got you a Mother's Day treat at Crazy Horse Paris!!!"

The rest is up to your imagination. If any, that is.

Most of the queer things that I encounter happen in the cinema. After all, I spend like half my time there.

So today, I was banished to doing duty at ushering. However, it had been a fun experience, considering the plethora of dumb-asses I had to serve.

Let me just recount one incident regarding a secondary school couple who tried to sneak into another theatre so that they could watch another movie.

A few months back, I wasn't 18(DUH!). But I managed to catch an M18-rated movie. Because I got a ticket for a PG-rated show, but went to the cinema hall that was showing the M18 movie. No, I wasn't caught. I got through the usher point. It was at GV Tampines Mall. I think they should keep their eyes wide open.

Well, being eager youngsters, this two students tried to pull the exact same trick. But I'm really apologetic that they were at Eng Wah Suntec and not GV Somewhere Else. Our cinema halls are located on the same level, facing one another. Compacted. There is no way of sneaking into another cinema.

The two cheeky secondary school kids bought tix for 'I Not Stupid Too' and wanted to watch 'Big Momma's House 2' instead. I mean, who can you blame?

Both movies screen at approximately 3pm. In cinema halls 1 and 2, which are side by side.

Before I admitted the halls, the girl, full of confidence and tenacity, came up to ask me for the hall that screened Big Momma's Hse. Being all nice and goody-licious (this word occurred to me on last fateful Wednesday morning the moment I got outta bed), I said, "Hall 2."

When I admitted the halls, I saw that their tix were for that local flick. Without much thought, it struck me that these two jokers were up to something. Then I felt my sarcasm come on strong.

"Hall 1 just straight ahead," I exclaimed as I flashed my most wonderful smile.

As though they lost their brains, they shamelessly strode into hall 2. All the while, my beady and suspicious eyes were locked on them. They thought I lost my brains when they're the ones who're brainless.

With a heartfelt smirk, I yelled, "Excuse me, that's not hall 1. Hall 1's over here."

Reluctantly, they obeyed me. I felt so smug. Can't help it, can I? I foiled their beautifully but brainlessly planned plot. Aww, so sad... Too bad for them that I'm beautiful AND brainy. It'll take so much more to get ahead of me. I know, I'm a freak-bitch gushing torrents of sarcasm.

And you thought they were gonna give up after that? HELL NO!

Luckily I was smart enough to plaster my eyes on the doors of hall 1. I closed the doors early (usually, cinema hall doors left open before show starts) so that whe the two bozos try to scuttle their way next door, I'll hear them opening the doors like a couple of thieves.

They did as I expected.

I think it was like 10 to 20 minutes after the first encounter. I heard a noise coming from hall 1. I am so nosey! I just have to check things out. I saw that the door to hall 1 was not closed properly. But I coulda bet my life that I had closed it nice and good. Just then, I felt a smirk coming.

With one exaggerated swing of hand, I whipped open the door to hall 1. Guess what I saw?

A couple of schoolkids staring straight at me. Oops! Busted for the second time! I said it would take much more to get ahead of me, right?

But because I'm Mr. Best Customer Service, how could I bear to reprimand them? Plus it's not nice to embarrass people like that. So I asked if they needed help.

Very predictably, the girl said, "Oh, going toilet."

I directed them very politely to the toilet that was outside our cinema premises. You know the best thing? I made eye contact with both of them and smiled really sweetly at them.

As I saw their backs diminish into the distance, I beckoned to my colleagues at the snackbar. Then I had a good evil laugh.

When they came back, I courteously directed them back to hall 1. I made a slight emphasis on 'hall 1'.

I made sure they were in there nice and cosy for the rest of the sucky movie.

The Intriguing Character

Usually, I don't act normal when I meet new people. I also dwindle into a self-absorbed introvert. However, today, I met a guy who left me so intrigued.

I had accompanied a friend to an interview in some dubious location. But it turned out not as dubious as we'd expected. The office was however sparsely furbished. It was bare and I dare say, depressing. Anyways, the intrigueing guy's called Jing Wei (or something like that).

Well-dressed young man. Nicely pressed shirt, modern flat-fronted pants, and a kickass pair of pointy-head faux alligator hide shoes. Plus he was pretty friendly.

When my friend went for the closed door interview, I was chatting with Jing Wei. Very strangely, I told him about my misadventures in SP. Well, he asked me first, anyway. Then suddenly, he asked me, "How old you think I am?"

For the record, I hate to play guessing games. So after a moment of hesitation and choking, I vomited, "21?"

Oh yes, before that, I had told him my age. On the side note, I'd like to think of myself as 18, though technically I'm only 17.

Okay, so after my lousy guess, he said very matter-of-factly with a straight face, "Hmm, that means I'm actually younger than you,"

I gasped right into his flawless face (not fair lah!) and laughed hysterically to myself. Seriously!

Because I really cannot get a grip of reality, I demanded to see his ID. Just then, he said, "You know why I ask you how's SP like? Because I also from SP." With that, he willingly presented his ez-link card.

GOSH! For goodness' sake! He really was my age. I continued to laugh hysterically.

And because I couldn't control myself, I asked, "So where did you get your shoes?"

"Far East Plaza." he said.

At my age, he actually has a career going on. He may be giving up his studies at SP. Whoa! The kinds of people that are actually out there!! I'm so thrilled and intrigued.

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Recently, this issue of service has been a really hot topic and they're having some measures to improve customer service. I think it's overhyped.

Customer service simply defines 'you are what you get'.

Of course, I believe I have good customer service. Don't you read the papers??? Bear with me as I inflate my ego way beyond it's capacity.

Today at work, I was recognized by more people as 'the guy featured in the papers'. A trio of Chinese foreign students agreed unanimously that my customer service was good. I'm so touched.

However, today wasn't one of those happy and enthusiastic attitude day at work because I was still intrigued by the precocious teen I met earlier. So I was largely distracted. Nevertheless, I provided good service.

Some customers deserve to get slapped. Like seriously. But then I have to "keep up my good name and the company's". Just the other time, I was practically railing at a pesky auntie because she was being intrusive and rude. But she was way too barbaric to find that I was virtually at my most discourteous and frustrated state.

What can I say? You are what you really get.

I'm just so happy with myself that I can hug myself to death. Ahh, what an expression.

All right, I shall see you again when I see you again!

I've been missing for some time eh?

It feels funny. I don't know why, but suddenly I lost interest in blogging. I think I'm largely lazy. Lazy to even log on to the Net.

So I've been up to many things for the time that I was missing from the Blogosphere.

The very first and most important thing: DID YOU SEE ME ON THE SUNDAY TIMES' LIFESTYLE SECTION???

Haha!... I know I'm pretty shameless. But anyways, the truth is out. I work at Eng Wah Suntec. I got Best Service. Cool.

But seriously, it was mostly luck. This type of review isn't accurate. It doesn't really reflect the whole picture.

LIKE I CARE!! I saw myself on the paper! That's it! And I got nominated for Best Service! I will continue to work hard.

I told you I loved my job...

Last week, I painted on a pair of slip-ons. Again. I'd like to stress that it's my hobby and it'll not fade into oblivion. Carelessly dished out in jet black and pale gold, my new creation is indeed a head-turner. It'll make any self-respecting fashionista go ga-ga. So all I'm saying is, it's nice.

Well, I didn't think it was that stunning until Hairianto said, "Damn, I wish these were mine," because he got that for a friend instead.

My creations are careless yet deliberate, tacky yet stunning. I like the rugged, unpolished look.

My mother will scream at me if I were to keep all the shoes to myself. So since I can't do it for myself, I do it for other people. It's a nice feeling to make people feel good about themselves when they dress nicely. And what way to dress nicely than to complete your outfit with a pair of shoes that explodes with vibrance and screams subtly for attention?

Sorry, but I don't have photos. BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE A DIGICAM!

Then on Saturday, the day I passed Hairianto the shoes, Hui Yi gave me a couple of pieces of clothes to work on. White short skirt and white tank top.

On Saturday itself, I finished with the skirt. Shamelessly studded on with my precious bling-bling, the skirt is one-of-a-kind. Though some would say, "Eeee, that one copy Levi's one..." Whatever.

There's a fabulous butterfly motif at the right side. It's so fabulous that for the first time, I believe I can draw things as they are in reality.

And you know the best thing? I'm not charging anything. Haha!... I'd like to say that I reserve this free-of-charge service to close friends only. Hell yes I'm gonna earn money from this. Just not so soon. I've much more to learn.

Last Tuesday, I went on a movie marathon of 3 movies. It's like an annual event since last year, because it's like the only time that everyone (means my colleagues) are free to go catch some movies. Duh, I had fun.

I still haven't found dirt cheap slip-on shoes. My friend told me there's a store in Bugis, but they moved to Chinatown. And to Chinatown I went. Then I realised that Chinatown isn't exactly small and organised. Chinatown is very general. So of course, I ended up with sore feet instead. From Outram station, I strangely found my journey ending at Tanjong Pagar station.

ZINC. I hate it. You know that brand that carries sling bags and all? It's everywhere. It's disgusting. Whenever I see mass-produced goods, it gives me the chills. I think mass-produced apparel are gross.

Like the new Samuel & Kevin Camou Bags collection. So ordinary, so boring, so mass-produced. I cannot stand boring things.

That's why I love my job so much. Let's feast our eyes on the photo again.

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!