Hear My Heart Shatter Again

“I have forgotten the things that make me happy,”

“Superfluous Angst”

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She is, in my opinion, the Goddess of English Language. And she is also my best friend. She is Kalis.

I was just talking to Hairianto the other day, and we both agreed that Kalis well deserved the A1 she got for her 'O' Levels English. It's few years back now, but still, she well deserved it.

She has to get an A. It's just nature taking it's course.

You know how when you want to improve your vocabulary you do like one-cheem-word-a-day kinda exercise? Well, Kalis' latest entry (as of now: 29 Oct 2007), can well feed your vocab-thirst for a YEAR!

And we haven't talked about grammar yet!!!

"Rise Up" by Yves Larock

I bloody love this song. Very catchy lyrics!

“My dream is to fly over the rainbow so high,”

Just this line is good enough as a favourite, I guess. It's got ‘dream’, ‘fly’, and most importantly, ‘rainbow’!

Hear My Heart Shatter

On one of my frequent trips to answer nature's call(Ghani says I got bladder problem for going so frequently), I found my jeans in the wash!

The instant, my heart shattered into a million pieces.

You should never never never never never never never never NEVER! wash your jeans!!!

I have specifically told my mother that my jeans(just 3 pairs of them) should NOT touch water, much less a trip in the wash!

My mother soaked it in SOAPY WATER some more! My coal stripe skinny just laid there drowned and bleeding...

If you absolutely HAVE to fucking wash your jeans, you should never never never never never never never never NEVER! wash your them in soapy water!!!

And if you still fucking insist on washing them, you should never never never never never never never never NEVER! wash them out! Always turn inside out first!

So my precious skinny just bled and bled and bled while I tactfully rinsed out most of the detergent. It was heart-wrenching because while rinsing out the soapiness, I witnessed more bleeding.

If your wrist got chopped away and all you can do is watch it bleed away, how would you feel? That is what I felt.

And I simply cannot be bothered to argue with my mother. It just hurts for now.

Well, being more positive, this one wash won't really kill my coal striped skinny lah, huh. But it did kill me inside though...

How to take care of denim»

Bitchy But With Integrity

I feel very strongly that something very ominous is looming ahead. Whatever it is, it will happen very soon.

And the worse thing is, I can do nothing about it. I mean, I can advise and all, but my words carry no weight whatsoever.

Things are definitely going to turn ugly. It doesn't involve me directly, but in such close proximity, I WILL BE by and large affected adversely.

And my keeping quiet about it is not going to get this message across. Of course I want to speak out. I always speak out. But as I've said, my words hold no weight. It's a fact I've more or less confirmed over numerous past experiences.

I hope this wave of negativity pass soon.

Anyways, if you realise that someone close to you got into an 'unhealthy' relationship (Thai hooker, Chinese hooker, bar hostess, stripper, transexual, homosexual, sugar daddy, etc.), what do you do?

It's no point getting all jumpy and furious over it. And the last thing you'd want to do is jump right in between and break them up. Adult matters should be settled amicably in an adult manner.

One other very tragic thing to do is to spread the word around; resulting in these people getting furious and wanting to jump in and break the couple up too. I mean, it's okay if you just confide in few close people. But at this rate, it's more like airing dirty laundry than confiding.

I ULTRA HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE AIR DIRTY LAUNDRY.

Today, a third party called me as she kaypoh-ed into the affair and updated me on the progress. Concerned, definitely, but I just feel the approach totally wrong and somewhat unethical.

Oh yes, I also fucking hate it when kaypoh people do nothing much to help, but DO A LOT to kinda just worsen the situation. I think we just naturally like to play with fire; just add oil lah, see the fire rage high up into the sky; after all the fire not burning your house what.

The third party filled me in on the details I wasn't too interested to know and then suggested that I see for myself what was going on. In short and in general, she asked me to intrude the privacy of others.

I was shocked as to how she can even suggest such an audacious act. An audacious act for me to carry out some more! How unethical is that, right?

I may be a bitch, but I'm definitely not without integrity. I simply cannot tolerate underhanded and unscrupulous methods of carrying out thiings. Furthermore, I know very well I'll get mashed up real good if my misdeed gets found out.

My life may be rather shitty at the moment, but I still intend on keeping it.

P.S. I have nothing against having 'unhealthy' relationships. Hookers, homos, transgenders, etc. are still people. Simply casting them by profession or orientation is unfair and capable only by people who are narrow-minded. I happen to loathe narrow-mindedness too.

It's Rubbish!

So it's the end of the month now. Broke beyond numbers. Dismayed beyond words.

It's precisely during the end of the month that things should look up for broke people like many of us; because it's pay cheque day!

I'm bloody dismayed today. Happily but foolishly thinking I could finally get my first hair cut in centuries. But no! Because I haven't got my fucking salary banked in yet!

Jana was like saying we should go for the Sakae sushi buffet. I suggested this coming pay day. Jana realised it was indeed nearing pay day and asked me when it would be on.

And then I realised she stumped me with her question. You see, the company got into the bad habit of banking in the pay LATE. It's not just once or twice, but many times already. I didn't really mind before, but it got more frequent and I got more broke, so now, I bloody mind the tardiness!

Bills to pay, hair to cut, things to buy; but no money. My account balance is so full of zeros you WILL NOT believe your eyes!

Then M1 sends this letter of notification, saying that they are going to increase the data usage cap to 50GB. You see, you get 5GB data bundle free, exceed the 5GB, they charge $4.28/GB in blocks of 1GB.

My previous bill came to be $60! Basic monthly of $38, plus all that I've exceeded, hence amounting to $60. Currently, the data usage cap is at 10GB. The last time, they reminded me that I've reached my 10GB maximum and would face termination of service if I were to exceed the maximum again.

So the increase of data usage cap is apparently 'in response to customer feedback'. It's true that there's nothing much you can do with the 5GB free data bundle that they provide lah, huh. Download a bit here and there easily exceed the usage limit.

Now with 50GB, can you imagine the what mindless and careless downloading can cause?!

A basic monthly subscription fee: S$38.
Additional surcharge per GB beyond free 5GB bundle(up to max. of 50GB): S$4.28.
Maximum monthly bill possible: $38 + ($4.28 x 50) = S$252

The numbers are so big, they're not even funny anymore. Once the contract ends, I'm switching service provider. I cannot be putting myself in such precarious billing situations.

Ironically, I just saw their billboard at the MRT station and thought it was fabulous! Once again, just very simple and classic execution of type. Too bad the service isn't as fabulous as the branding. In fact, M1 broadband is rubbish!

God forbid, but I swear I saw the Bitch and her gang today. All right, I DIDN'T exactly see the Bitch myself, but at least I saw the Back-up Bitch can?! Plus I saw the Boyfie's (OH MY GOD! I SO CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST USED THAT PUKE-INDUCING BITCH-COINED WORD!!!) friend.

I wanted to drop by and say hi, but I was kinda in a rush, so I'll probably save it for next time.

What a day isn't it? It's rubbish!

"Uninvited" by Freemasons feat. Bailey Tzuke

I listened to the extended version, which has a longer instrumental intro. Would you hear that beat?! Damned sexy! Then it's like juxtaposed with Bailey Tsuke's rather angelic vocals.

When I heard the intro, immediately my mind was brought to a fashion show. Haha! It's a very good 'walking' song.

P.S. Freemasons and Bailey Tzuke both from UK. I'm just drawn to UK-ish stuff lah, huh...

OMG, I So Can't Believe We Didn't Do That!

Following a message on MSN from Jana, it has come to my attention that it is the Halloween weekend.

Like me, Jana is bored at home. UNlike me, Jana HAS an invite to a Halloween party. All of which made me one BIG, SORE BITCH...

You know, if my mother wasn't so staunch against me(or my brother) staying out late, I'd pick my sorry ass up and hit the Halloween party. But as I've said earlier, vision without money is just another daydream.

Home Decor and Sewing Streak

Recently, I (possibly other people around me too) got into a home decor streak.

I'm seriously very fed up with the space at home. It's hardly functional at all, considering the fact that I have an ever expanding library, wardrobe and art supplies store. Therefore, I have loads of ideas how I can make my house into something more functional and stylish.

Most important of all, I'd love to cordone off an area for me, myself and I only. Privacy at home is very important. I still insist on griping about not having my own room. Growing mind, growing needs. What can I say?

Unfortunately, vision without action is just one big daydream, where action=MONEY. Need I say more about money?

Growing mind, growing needs, but hardly a growing bank account. If I think it this way, life really suck big time.

I dream of stripping the paint off the existing walls, do a good coat of primer, then splash on a few coats of good colour(good colour sense but not translated yet). Remove the hideous fluorescent light fixtures, fugly ceiling fans and some cheap steely towel rods in the house. Put in recess lighting so we have the hotel lobby feel and bring in spanking new designer furniture.

But what do I know about interior design and space layout?

Currently, I'm running a sewing streak too. Not that I know how to sew, either.

You know how those top fashion houses have their armies of seamstresses crafting their garments? Well, turns me on instantly...

The craft part, you idiot! Not the seamstresses! Cos they're usually just old and rotting, but with very good tailoring skills.

If I learn how to make my own clothes, then I won't have to fucking spend so much money on clothes anymore. I can reinvent cheap clothes or something. Collect scrap materials and make things outta them.

Anti-fashion yet still fashion.

I'm just very greedy. I want to be the graphic designer, fashion designer, interior designer, product designer, model, photographer, stylist, make-up artist, fine art artist AND rich fuck ALL AT ONCE.

Pfft! Talk about being ambitious!...

Singapore Trash TV

Yay! Finally something that looks like it's gonna be trashy on TV!

I love spoof comedies! By the looks of The Noose, I think we can expect something interesting and funny, and trashy, of course.



Wah lau! I love bimbos, can?! Love the big weave on Michelle Chong. She's supposed to be those jiak kentang Chinese, claiming to be from US and all, so she speaks with that weird American accent. A little irritating but we'll probably get used to it lah, huh.

Why don't they just get F**** X** to play the role? She won't even need to act or fake an accent. Oh, that's right, I forgot, she may be well-endowed in the chest department, but not so in the height department. But I still love her anyways, well, her boobs, at least...

Thank God It's Friday, But No Thanks.

So what if it's Friday? Yes, I'm listening to a bloody wicked mix of house music, but at home?! Did I mention ALONE some more?

Just touched midnight on a Friday and I'm blogging. Haha!.. Kinda pathetic...

I miss having sumptuous dinners at restaurants where I get served. I also miss just relaxing with a sheesha at Haji Lane/Arab Street where I have no worries.

Cannot help but realise that Loneliness and Independence are somehow dangerously synonymous.

Training Wheels

Thinking back, I sure had my 'training wheels' removed early. And I'm just having to wonder, too, how people typically learn how to ride a bicycle.

Is it a common experience for people to learn how to balance on a bicycle from their fathers? Brothers maybe?

'Typical' and 'common' definitely not words that I'd use to describe my life. I learnt how to ride a bicycle from my cousins.

Now that I think of it, I do spent quite a lot of time at my aunt's place when I was younger. It didn't occur to me at all up until today.

So it was along the corridor of my cousins' flat in Chai Chee that I stumbled and fumbled on a bicycle WITHOUT training wheels. Back then, owning a bicycle was kinda luxurious, one of many perks which I obviously did not enjoy. Therefore, Kex and QingHong if you reading this, you have rather luxurious lives eh!

But of course how we live our lives is, I believe, completely within our control. It's your life, so take charge of it! No point being jealous or envious of others. "To each his own,"as Kalis never fails to say (well, the old and outdated hostile Kalis, at least).

*snigger snigger snigger*

(sniggered 3 times because I cannot remember the last time I poked fun at someone and ACTUALLY enjoyed it...)

Anyways, I remember how smooth the concrete corridor was (still is, I think), and how, well, GREY(I'm beginning to discover that some preferences of mine have reference to childhood experiences. *gasps!) it was as well. It seemed like pretty safe and friendly ground to practise on, or so you think!

Lined alongside the corridor were the many potted plants of the neighbours. I remember clearly those menacing, towering cacti, and that's pretty much all I remember about the plants. Cacti! Can you imagine my fear of crashing into one of those dreadful spiked plants?!

That's why, I think, to date, I develop nausea at the thought of having something piercing through my flesh and then COMING BACK OUT. *shudders* Hence, I'm piercing-free. But that't not the point lah.

If I recall correctly as well, when my cousins were coaching me to ride a bicycle, I was the only one among them who didn't know how to balance on a bicycle. Around the same era, I think I couldn't swim too.

It must be a coincidence that I kinda learnt how to swim hanging out with my cousins too.

Our mothers used to bring us to Bedok Swimming Complex quite frequently. Then I think as time went by, I just 'upgraded' from the kids' pool to the adult pool. You know how kids used to have those fancy floats around their arms? Like those things you use to measure your blood pressure, only poofier?

Well, didn't have it too. Not a luxurious childhood, if you'd asked me. But it wasn't THAT bad after all lah, huh.

But then as we grew older, we just stopped going swimming together. Well, me at least. You know how adolescency simply makes us more self-conscious right? I will not be caught dead in a pair of trunks(yet the more 'conservative' ones are just plain UGLY). Hanging out at a swimming complex is well gay, anyways.

I believe I just forgot what the point of this entry is about. All that recollection taking its toll...

From Little Britain to Funky House Sessions

It's a little outdated, but I'm just gonna post it anyways. This is a scene from the Little Britain Live show. I just thought it was outrageous what they did onstage.

Little Britain is a sketch comedy written and performed by David Walliams and Matt Lucas.

In this scene, David Walliams performs the 'Des Kay' sketch. Just a bit of background info: Des Kay is a children's programme presenter. He's known as Wicky Woo and is a bit loopy loo. His career took a tumble when his show got taken over by his co-presenters(whose queer). So he's on a sore and jealous streak. Might be quite a queer himself.



Can you believe there are actually children in the audience as well? It must've been so much fun to be live at the show. And to be embarrassed on stage like that before hundreds of people? Gosh, it's the best.

Which happened to set me thinking, where are the local equivalents of David Walliams and Matt Lucas?

Consequently, it led me to the MrBrownShow.

The deputy director back at NYP's School of Interactive and Digital Media used to encourage us to tune in to Mr Brown's podcasts because of it's 'highly creative content'. I could agree with that, no problem.

I like funny and comedic stuff. But the satire part I'm not too sure lah. I'm not too big on current affairs and politics.

Anyways, I realised that I could subscribe to Mr Brown's podcasts on iTunes, which will subsequently update and download future podcast episodes. While doing so, I find myself tapping on a wealth of audio programmes on iTunes itself. The power of Internet (yeah, I'm pro-technology too).

Getting more in tune with house music, I discovered that there are hundreds of streams of radio stations streaming house music. And then I also discovered that there are DJs who UPLOAD podcasts of house music.

So I was furiously subscribing to all the different podcasts; it was all so bloody exciting. I've downloaded like 3 hours worth of house sessions. Haha!...

Lip The Synch

Just watching Live The Dream Finale result show, when they have a final performance from the top 10 finalists.

Just one query,

WHY ARE THEY LIP-SYNCHING???

Starting from third act, Robert Sunga, it's very obvious they are lip-synching lah! So fucking fake.

Is it because I'm watching it on TV so the dubbing is different?

Anyways, for some reason, Andrea Fonseka seemed to pale a little in comparison to Michelle Chia, who by the way totally tipped the HOTNESS scale!

It's not fair how Michelle gets to wear the prettier and hotter dresses. But then again, maybe it's just her lah, huh. For some reason she just looks ravishing for the night.

Fendi obviously wins Solo category. The name already so frou-frou already can? No doubt he looks like Shrek lah, but the voice just un-shreks everything. He got his fairytale ending after all.

And who's that Chinese guest judge ar? Some local producer or something izzit? Wah lau, the accent ar, sibeh in-the-face cheena Singaporean, know! I dunno he very action or what lah, but just comes off a little arrogant. But then wanna act brother-brother like that some more...

Feisty Pop and Blonde Hair

In her more recent video 'Handle Me', this is Robyn again.



This time, the hair longer eh? And more mod and high fashion looking. Plus you notice those brows? Thick AND dark. Exactly like mine! So if I were to get blonde bangs like her, I'll probably look something like that (the closeup of her head in the cube).

Anyways, the song is a feisty pop song, all right. Feisty is good. Just not too sure about the pop part. People still listen to pop?!

Okay lah, at least she got nice hair and nice styling can?

Love them shoes too! Very clownish feel to them.

P.S. David Copperfield cancels his show here in SG. Guess we won't see him MAKE A TAXI APPEAR after all...

For Thought

I'm just having to wonder, is it Independence, or it is it Loneliness?

More Scandinavian Goodness

'With Every Heartbeat' by Robyn, a Swedish singer songwriter.

I love the hairstyle! Makes me think of what I'd like to do with mine. I haven't got a hair cut in at least 2 months because I'm fucking broke, thank you very much.

I'm dying for long-ish hair. It's always been short and boring. Spiky hair is so overrated. I want something more 'cut'.

Robyn's hairstyle is so, well, butch, I guess. Haha!.. Just very edgy and clean. Minimalistic and simple is the way to go. Clean silhouettes are IN.

Maybe, just maybe, I would consider going BLONDE!

Anyways, her voice very the cutesy ar? It turned me off the first time, but it just kinda just grows on you. I think I heard the song once on radio, which, in all honest opinion, is a very bad thing to happen. Not that I listen to radio or anything, just that I so happen to overhear it one day.

Another Swedish treasure is Tretorn!

Love them shoes!



I saw a cool chick (She MUST be an art student too. Fashion designer, most probably.) wearing these cute wedges-like pumps or whatever you call them. It's like this whole shoe made of rubber or something. Looks very soft and comfortable.

Rubber is another very 'designer' and minimalistic material.

For Yayin's 21st birthday, I got her a Stuff bag. I got her the fuchsia red bag, which I swear was initially sold out a couple weeks before I went to get it.



Anyways, these Tretorn slip-ons are fantastic too! It features some whimsical print on the left shoe. The picture shows the one with a beetroot(I think). I remember seeing others with oysters and prawns and stuff. Very cool stuff! But I'm obviously too broke to get them.



These they call hockey boots. I just love the whole look to it. I just wished the sneaker went higher up, perhaps up to mid-shin level.

I didn't get to see this in the shops. Hopefully they bring it in and I'l consider splurging on it. Haha!...

In fact, I've been looking high and low for footwear like these:



It's Dolce&Gabbana, mind you! These runway looks strictly for reference only! So I saw these sneakers with ultra long and bulky tongues and thought it was very nice. Then I remembered seeing sneaker-boots like that in the shops.

But HELL NO. I combed most possible shops over two days and couldn't find any. Queensway Shopping Centre, Peninsula Plaza area and the Orchard strech. Nothing!

I'll get them one day...

P.S. The Stuff bag is Belgian design. Not Scandinavian.

Smoke Signals

The long previous entry was such fun! Sure it took close to 3 hours to finish it, but I thought it was all well worth the time and effort.

Towards the end of of the previous entry, say around 2.00PM, I got the shock of my life!

You see, I was sitting in the living room but with a clear view of the kitchen window. Remember how I rave on and on about the view from the kitchen window?

On a typical day, this is what it looks like:



Yesterday, however, through a flitting glance, I realised that something was amiss. There was somethiing huge, dark and ominous looming in the sky.

I initially dismissed what I saw, but decided to be curious and take a proper look out the window:





WAH! I've never seen thick black smoke this clearly before. In movies, maybe. But right before my eyes? I yelled out immediately. Black and billowing smoke just gushing up into the air.

It's the first time I understood the term 'billowing'. Folds and folds of smoke raged incessantly. For about 5 minutes, my mother and I just stood at the kitchen window gaping. My mother said she heard frequent cackling noises, but I'm not too sure if I'd heard the noises too. I was screaming in my head.

The fire engine sure took quite a long time to come. But when it did arrive, the fire was put out in a jiffy.

I'm just having to assume it was a fire since there can be no smoke without fire. I personally did not see any flames. Just lotsa smoke.





Somehow, it didn't feel too much like anybody died. In fact, it didn't look too much like it was someone's flat on fire. The smoke was so black and thick that it looked like a massive bonfire of rubber tyres, don't you think?

Somebody wanted to be sure he/she was heard.

*BREAKING NEWS* 10.48PM

My mother reading Lianhe Wanbao. Saw the article on the fire.

Just as I deduced, rubber on fire! Specifically the children's playground was set ablaze. You know how all playgrounds have that rubber-pellets-hotpressed ground padding?

The headline a bit cheesy and commercial ar. Said something like 'Nine-year-olds Witness Golden-haired Punks Throw Kerosene Bombs'. However, the photo is kick-ass!

Maybe it was a group of brainy kids playing Pretend. Then they were pretending to be stranded on a (rubber) island; first one to get help wins or something or nothing... Then the smartest of the bunch, sends a smoke signal. @_@"

No one was hurt.

The View From The Top

Yesterday was such a long day.

Somehow, I awoke abrupty at an unearthly time of 6.30AM. Yet, I felt fresh and energetic. Most probably because of a particular phone conversation the night before.

Anyways, it was a really great start of the day for me. Illustration and story-telling class scheduled at 9.00AM, so I was pretty much early. Despite being such a great day, I cannot escape the fact that I was broke AND hungry at the same time. To financially complicate thigs, I craved for the teh-peng from Ah Mei Cafe at IOI Plaza.

While I was queuing for my iced milk tea, a colossal egg sandwich caught my eye. How could I let myself go hungry on a beautiful day like that?

However, I ended up with only 3 bucks left for the day.

I brought my breakfast to the studio, to be greeted by Daniel's sarcasm. But then, of course, I was sarcastic also lah! I told him, after sitting down beside him, "Sitting beside you doesn't mean I like you,"

Haha!... On a random note, I'd really love to have at least one bitchy/sarcastic lecturer.

For class, I was supposed to submit 10 A3 drawings of the school, but none of which I've done. Neither did Daniel. I just told Suang Suang that I didn't do lor. But that Daniel came up this whole verbal essay on why he didn't manage to do the drawings.

After Suang Suang's class, we were basically free, so my project group got together to discuss our project, 'The Egg Task'. Trust me, it's very lame and it was kinda like a surprise GROUP presentation by Hidayah. I've to say, she's so far one of the fun-ner lecturers. But seriously, how bitchy can you get wearing a tudung?

So I was with three girl classmates, just talking creatively (see: talking cock), then we realised, "We're all different nationalities!"

I'm the local SG boy. I swear I'm bloody local. I don't like it when people ask for MY English name, when there's obviously NONE. I love my name as it is. "Oh, an English name is better for networking," some people say. Fuck you, I'd say.

On Wednesday, though, I heard Ida, classmate from Sweden, (MAN, I LOVE THEM SCANDINAVIAN DESIGN!) call out my name in PERFECT PRONUNCIATION. Very impressed. And proof that there is nothing difficult with my name. Some people just don't make the effort lah, huh.

But being the magnanimous person I am, I'm okay if people call me K-Y too.

Jessica is from Taiwan. Man, I love the accent! It makes me wanna speak Mandarin with the proper intonation and cadence and all. Plus she's all chatty and vocal. Well, in Mandarin at least. Maybe I can improve her English and she can improve my Chinese.

Vonny is Indonesian. Something I really just found out because I've always thought she was Vietnamese. That's why I found it strange why she don't really hang out with Jin, who's Vietnamese.

And I would assume Jin understands Mandarin, until I asked her yesterday and she said she didn't. She's just got that glowy fair complexion that misleads you into thinking she'd understand Chinese.

After our meeting dispersed, we decided to go for lunch. I was quick to stress that I was broke. No money for good food, or so I thought.

Jin left first, so Jessica, Vonny, ShenYong and I went for lunch: CHEAP, HAWKER FARE!

Fuck all the food courts! I hate food courts! Just the words food courts brings to mind the generosity of uncultured 'chefs' in flavouring their 'gourmet' dishes with MonoSodiumGlutamate. MSG sucks big time! Furthermore, food courts charge too much for way too little.

With hatred comes love. Therefore I completely love the food at Casa Bom Vento! Peranakan-European fusion cuisine. Famed for their BBQ stingray. MakanSutra featured it too. I've been there twice only so far. Both times really good.


First time at Casa Bom Vento.

Signature symptom of excessive MSG intake is the dryness in the mouth with extreme thirst. Symptoms non-existent after the mean at Casa Bom Vento. Flavourful food WITHOUT excessive MSG. Instant impression on me.

What's more, it's located along one of my favourite streets: SEAH STREET!

Back to my lunch hour, I spent only S$2 on a big bowl of meepok. Frankly, I didn't know big bowls of noodles still go at $2! I only remember 2 years back when I was in Singapore Polytechnic and one of the canteens had this fabulous noodle stall. I could get a big bowl of meepok at $2 too! But they closed down some time later.

After lunch, I went back home, grabbed my camera and drawing materials and headed back to school. I decided to be diligent for once and do the work for Suang Suang's class.

I started by taking photos of the campus. I needed to map out a route, so I ended up doing a lot of walking just around the school. Inside, I realised how much of a labyrinth the school resembled.

I found myself very drawn to the structure of the stairs because they're set at oblique angles and forever so artistically staggered.





Specifically, I'm attracted to the half spiral staircase. But I just don't understand why such an interesting feature is nestled between the IT department...

In doing this assignment, I realised that it's my first time truly exploring the campus. Back in NYP, I've never explored the campus. To date, I still have no idea where the stadium or the swimming pool is! But it's not that important anymore, is it?

I love exploration, I suppose. It's been so long since I went on one of these don't-think-just-walk trips. Will there ever be a shortage of things to discover?

I stumbled across a dark corner on one of the top floors. It looked like a torture chamber from a Quentin Tarantino film, minus all the blood and gore. Looked quite interesting, so I looked for a light switch.



No, it's not a torture chamber. It's the jewellery-making workshop. The idea of craft instantly excites me. Yet I was a little apprehensive because I'm really not too sure if I was supposed to be there.

I did a bit of wandering some more, then had a fabulous idea. I remembered once just laying on the pseudo grass patch, then seeing people walking atop the fibreglass roof. I MUST check out the roof top!





I climbed up the stairs, quite certain that the door to the roof will be locked. But decided to try my luck anyways. A very lucky day, eh??

This time round, I'm really sure I'm NOT supposed to be there. I was a little nervous amidst feeling glorious. I was half expecting security guards to charge out from the stairs. But they didn't, of course. I mean, I wasn't there for long anyways.

I also feared that I might get locked out on the roof too, so before I stepped out, I doubly made sure that the door would open both ways. Haha!...

I did a very quick survey of the surroundings. Snapped some photos nervously. The most nervous photo of all:



It was a bloody bad composited photo, but after some major cropping, I think it's still not too bad. I couldn't handle another self-timer shot. I hastily left after that. Really didn't dare to hang around longer.

But I was wearing flip-flops anyways. I NEVER wear slippers. Not to art school, at least!

Decided to do it anyways because I wanted the 'artist' look. It's the Art School Ah Pek look. Cropped pants hovering at the ankles. Damned Ah Pek right? Bloody cool siah! I was thinking, since I'm tall, I wouldn't mind having my legs 'cut' by the length of the pants right? Plus the pseudo straw hat...

One of the most fun outfits so far. I should experiment more...

So after all the photo-taking, I went down to the drawing. Combed the campus, settled on a few spots to do in situ sketching.

I was about done with my spiral staircase sketch (it was really bad. Hadn't handled my charcoal pencil for some time.) when classmate Louise stumbled upon me. She was off for a toilet break from her work at the Shaw Foundation Library.

I didn't know you could work at the school library!

It was Hui Yi's birthday yesterday, so Happy Birthday, Hui Yi!

Didn't get to meet her yesterday. I think they had their girls' night out or something. But did get to see her a couple of weeks back at Yayin's 21st celebration. She brought her laptop along, which was gargantuan, and it was slipped in this blue-striped sleeve that uncannily resembled a PILLOW. She looked like a wandering vagrant with only her pillow. Well sad...

She complained, "So long never see you, then get to see you only you disturb me like that,"

Haha!... I did call her last night to wish her well, even though I couldn't make it for their cosy dinner. But as with any other Kalis-antics, Hui Yi didn't get to pick up the phone.

I went, "Hello, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

And all I heard was this screeching cackling laughter. Which I later found out was Kalis. I heard she's changing her attitude from being hostile to being more friendly. Maybe work more on the friendly than frenzy part?

Haha!...

So, I owe Hui Yi her present too. Here's a hint:



I found this nice floral pattern that I thought went very well with Hui Yi. I FOUND it. I didn't draw it. Sometimes it's just too much a hassle to have to come up with original floral motifs.

With the photocopy machine, I embarked on a mini-project for Hui Yi's birthday gift.

Later into the night, I met up with Ghani. One of those ultra last minute type of meeting. Rather like a surprise, actually...

Then I realised, not that I'm a smoker or anything, but when people go for smoke breaks together, they have a lot of things to say. A smoker deprived of a smoke, hence, probably wouldn't talk much, I guess. Smoking relaxes people lah, huh. And according to some hot smoker's madcap theory, smoking relaxes the tongue too.

I know, suggestive... But let's just leave it at that eh...

Somehow, lost all sense of time and realised that there wasn't any public transport in service. May I remind you I'm at the same time BROKE??

12.20AM: Stuck in Ang Mo Kio with no bus, no train, NO MONEY.

No money literally means NO MONEY. No money on oneself, no money in oneself's BANK ACCOUNT. But hey, as a designer, we should all be resourceful. And nothing calls more for resourcefulness than in desperate times like that.

It's time to go undercover. You see, technically I'm cashless—Singapore currency cash-less. But I DO have 65 Malaysian Ringgit with me! :)

So, I have money for a cab ride home! Desperate and shameless, I went up to the taxi driver, asked if he would accept Ringgit in Mandarin. I threw in subtle intonation differences in my Mandarin that would make me appear Malaysian. The uncle immediately panicked, as though I wanted to cheat him of his money. No just say no lah!

Pressing on, I moved on to the next cab in line. This uncle was more receptive. Plus he believed I was Malaysian!

Got home in a jiffy. My first cab ride paid in Ringgit in SIngapore! I had to pay a bit more, just to make it up to him for the inconvenience lah, huh.

Booty Luv

They sure do pack some junk in their trunk! Nadia and Cherise from Big Brovaz. I love how their vocal harmonies too!