That You Only Waited Out For Hours

Mmoooooooooooooved.

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 09:33:13 GMT

Hi okay yay
I've moved!

And the reason for moving
and blah blah is all stated here:

soupersam.blogspot.com

Yeah the name is not awesome
I made it at 115am.

OKAY HAVE FUN!

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 05:03:40 GMT

I used to whine/bitch/grumble about my brother
dating (and ultimately, somehow, really ends up marrying)
a Viet chick. And now, I've decided she's not that bad...

Okay, no I still don't like her that much.
And I don't think you can blame me
for checking if anything got stolen everytime she
leaves our house.
But on that note, if she ever did feel funky
and felt like cooking up something we've never eaten, she
can go ahead and take our psycho dog.

Anyway, I guess I should be pretty fair since
my brother's (Gordon's) christmas/bday presents for me
don't suck ass so much anymore.
Oh wait no, that's a different brother (Gareth).
Which doesn't matter because his new wife to be
has also managed to stop his book buying habits 101 for
every occasion. For my birthday this year, I got something
that isn't recyclable. And that, my friends, is one for the books.
(no pun intended.)

Because since I was 8,
and the only time I receieved a south park chocolate
dispensing toilet bowl from Gareth (yes the chocolate
was the shit. Not THE SHIT, just shit.), I've only
receieved things like Shopaholic and sister,
Shopaholic and Baby, Be Careful What You Wish For,
and other books you'd anticipate if you took a rock
and threw it around the Chick lit section of any library.

But I digress. Viet chick has actually offered
some tasty morsels and treats. I don't think Gordon would
have ever bought me an FCUK skirt (because he is el cheapo)
but his girlfriend went ahead and got it and gave him a stroke.
Between you and me, the stroke was the real birthday present.

And since here I am, eating some viet snack she gave us
called Banh Com.. or so I think it is, I'm discovering first bites
can always taste much better later on. And same for her.

The thing is, it's a little worrisome when my brother chooses
to date chicas, from countries who cook 7958458357043574
animals for herbal purposes, and are known to rip off
both your pants and wallets.
After China chick (ssssssssssssss) left, the sssssss is for
representation of numbers, we thought he'd be a little.. smarter.
I guess not.

As sisters, we always say we just want what's best for them.
What we really mean is:
we just want what's better than what they'd have orginally
given us on Birthdays and Christmas.

M I N S?

Tue, 21 Oct 2008 14:43:25 GMT

I used to have this teacher, Mrs. Fernando, who scared the
beegeezus out of me.

She half reminded me of the Abba song, Fernando,
and of some big beaked orange bird.
Not to be disrespectful or anything, it's just she looked
like that to me.

She also, by the way, hated me.
I think it had something to do with the way I never handed in
homework and she thought I was sure to fail PSLE maths.

Anyway, why I thought about her today was because I was about
to sms "5 mins" to someone and thought if I should use "5 min" instead.

Evil Fernando used to remind us that "mins" was wrong by humiliating
students who ever wrote that on the board.

"Oh no, mins? M I N S (Am I an ass)?
Class, is she an ass?"

And everyone would say yes and the person was an ass.

She probably meant donkey, but we were primary 6 - not
retarded. We knew that ass also meant.. well. Ass,
butt, part of body you sit down on in the toilet when doing business.

Till today, I never got why students liked her.
They thought she was SO FUNNY. YEAH RIGHT.

My ass.

Yay Yee Yaye Yo You

Thu, 16 Oct 2008 16:42:48 GMT

Today, whilst shopping, I pointed out to Dad how this
certain dress looked really nice.

He said,
'Yes, it'd look nice if you had 1) boobs or 2) lots of tape.'

Then he looked at me and said, 'You need 2).'

AWESOME. Now don't ask me why my remarks are
so often, very tactless. I learn from the best.

Oh yes and when Weekiat called me today
I almost died laughing hahahahah hahahahahaha.

"Eh. I did some exercise today okay."

hahahahahahahahahaha hahahaha hahaha hahah.
(This can actually carry on.)

I'd live for the day he does start looking more guyish
and less treebranch-like.

I'd also live for the day people stop STOP asking me
to be more girly. I lack the oestrogen to accomplish that.
That's all.

My GPA sucks.

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 11:01:45 GMT

"It always fascinated me how people go from
loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing.

It hurts so much.

When I feel someone is going to leave me,
I have a tendency to break up first before
I get to hear the whole thing.

Here it is. One more, one less.
Another wasted love story.
I really loved this one.
When I think that its over,
that I'll never see him again like this...
well yes, I'll bump into him,
we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend,
act as if we had never been together,
then we'll slowly think of each other less and less
until we forget each other completely.

Almost.

Always the same for me.
Break up, break down.
Drink up, fool around.
Meet one guy, then another,
fuck around.
Forget the one and only.

Then after a few months of total emptiness,
start again to look for true love,
desperately look everywhere;
and after two years of loneliness,
meet a new love and swear it is the one,
until that one is gone as well.

There's a moment in life
where you can't recover any more
from another break-up.

And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time,
well you still can’t live without him.
And even if he wakes you up every day
by sneezing right in your face,
well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses."

I've always thought Julie Delpy was pretty,
and then she became beautiful.

I also like how the guy actor was one of the loser friends
in How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days
and he's still a loser again.

Perhaps if you think you'd like such movies, you can try this one.

2 Days in Paris.

ANYWAY, I found my Gucci Advert song.
3 cheers and 3 cheers and 3 cheers.

Just byyyyyyyytheeeeeeeeewayyyyyyyyyyy
the quote doesn't symbolize anything,
but if it sort of tells a story of how you feel/FELT
that's great.

The week's been crazy.
You'd figure, with the holiday I'd be getting some sleep.
But hmm.. so far, no.

Dad's also complaining that I've recently become
quite devoid of emotions.
I would like to believe it's laziness above
everything else.

List of things that have pissed me off recently:

1) My dog eating my luncheon meat. And
the best part was that it ate it with the chilli
sauce beside the food! WHATTT THEE HEECCK.

The stupid shit scared me out of my pants
because dogs aren't supposed to eat such food.
If my brother finds out I'd be found dead in the woods
3-4 days from now. So I tried fishing the food out of it's mouth.

But it just looked ridiculous cause I was forcing my dog
against the wall (she was standing on 2 legs)
and it just reminded me of some kind of
crime scene where cops catch drug dealers and
the bad guys have this terrified look.

It would have been funny if I wasn't so pissed.

2) Having no box set DVDs at the handy (yet).

3) My dog for trying a pity move by using puppy dog eyes
(a bit weird actually using it to describe a real dog) to win
sympathy points after her criminal act.

4) Dim sum at the worst places. EVER.
Emi actually said one bite of the jiao zi
made nausea sweep across her mouth.
It makes no sense in technical terms
but if you saw her face and the sweeping actions,
you'd get it.

That's about it. I need new bands to listen to.
If you love me enough, please send me some music.

LL

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 17:27:52 GMT

What an uber joke.
After all the "Hey Sam..
You really look like Lucy Liu..."
comments,

Chi and I decided to test it out on some
collage site where your face gets compared
to celebrities.

And. Hahahahaha,
According to an objective webpage
with no personal interest in the matter,
a shit judgement was passed on to be
that I look 78% like her.
The stupid site even has some kind of
morphing option that makes my face
transform into hers.

I'm not entirely sure if it can get more
disturbing than that.

Also, I spent 3-4 hours
humiliating myself at pool at bowling tonight.

Note to self:
Jeremy, Nigel and Caspar should never
see me make lame attempts at such
activities ever again.
And, it's been nice to have the 3 dudes back.

Yay.
I can't ask for more.

Except maybe someone to watch
Across The Universe with me.
Alex's presentation really left some kind of impact.
Please watch the video below

it's really the saddest thing ever.
And she has the most beautiful
melancholic voice, I swear.

PS- Paul took some more really gay
looking photos of me today. They look so wonderful,
really. I put the word spastic to shame.

I believe sometime in the week
you'll get a glimpse into
Ugliest Photos of Sam, 2008.
So it's advised to come check
every once in a while.
Hahahah some kind of blackmail
to make you read my blog.
But chances are, if you've reached this far
it maks no difference because you've actually
cared enough to read. Amazing.

(Wow and you're still reading!)

Thank God It's Friday (in 4 hours!)

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 12:27:32 GMT

Here is proof that paul enjoys taking photos of me
when I look most....
Well, erm.. for a lack of better words,
cock.

(If you look very closely at my face
I resemble Ju-On.)

I feel like I might have offended Paul some time in my past life

Anyway.
There's also this, where both greg and I look..
well.. too gorgeous for words...

The hectic week's almost over.
We're done with gay ass essays about
"How to accessorize your wardrobe",
"How to get a date"
and the most champion of them all:

"The effects of emotional swings in
different relationships."

NO, REALLY,
WHAT WHAT WHAT

WHATTHE FUCK?!?!?
I cannot believe Hoppe came
up with this essay topic for me when
asses like Weeki and Brandon got stupid
shit easy stuff like
"Emotions- how do they make or break you?"
"How shopping malls affect consumerism rates."

THE HELL I KNOW ABOUT EMOTIONAL SWINGS.
The only thing I'd have a clue about is PMS isn't it!?
How many types of different relationships are
people/girls allowed to PMS in!?
I think Hoppe was actually trying to prove some
kind of sick point like, 'if she can write an essay
on getting dates, she can surely smoke
through$&#&@(#@& exam topics.'

TGIFFFFFFFFFFFFs.
One more exam to go
and I'm home free!

(don't you
like
how
the
words
form
a
lol-
lipop
shape
?)

Lalalalala fuck.

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 11:09:00 GMT

After Gordon left for about a week or more,
I actually started to forget my brother
lived in the next room to me.

And not to be mean, but I liked it
when I had the toilet and most of my left
over snacks/potato chips left to myself.
I guess this spells mornings with
"GORDON I NEED TO USE THE TOILET.
MY MAKE UP IS INSIDE."

and

"SAM I NEED TO GO TO WORK, MY
SHOWER STUFF IS INSIDE."

all over again.

Between you and me, peaceful 1 hour
morning times to myself seem way better
than shoving my brother away from the sink
so his cologne won't spray onto me
and make me smell like I spent the night with
793243429487 men.

Do you ever think wives feel that way
about their husbands when they leave on
business trips?

Probably only if they're cheating.
But since I'm not married to my brother
(thank goodness) he should
really start considering 3 month vacations.
Or moving out. Where be his wife at?
.
.

Save meeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Do you know how to spell
October 6 to October 10?
You start with a C and you end with a

Bye.

They, Cay, Maybe, Hey?

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 13:43:54 GMT

I really wish I thought of better things to write once in awhile,
but I've been so busy with work, and very tired.

Except last night, because last night was good.
There's nothing like laughing for an hour all the way back,
or buying 'Damn cakes' and green tea.
It would be cheesy if I said more.
But you should really consider taking more time off.

Next week's coming up in 2 days,
and I've got 2 projects, an essay, and
FAB Case analysis and Finals.

Then there's Emily and Tiffy and way too complicated
lunch routes.
Oh. Also, bad haircuts.
(And I thought I'd stop after the hideous bangs.)
I now kind of look like Jolin Tsai but uglier.
I don't really know how to describe that.
If you think Jolin Tsai's pretty, then what I said would
not concern you.
Because chances are, you have bad taste in:
a) music
b) girls.

I actually finished the How to Get a Date essay
and got it back with only 3 mistakes!
I am getting too good at this;
which might explain why Hoppe let us off early
and didn't mind my enthusiam
when she said we could leave before 4.
(But I really thought I whispered the "YES!!!" quite softly.)

I realize I do a lot of things without proper consideration.
But if all of us were to really think things through,
life wouldn't be that fun would it?
Or perhaps neater, who knows?
.
.
.
Please know,
that I am forever changed,
because of who you are and
what you've meant to me.

Have a good weekend folks.

A Woman Like Me. (is a stupid piece of shit story.)

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 14:40:58 GMT

"Too many people spend money they haven't earnt,
to buy things they don't want,
to impress people they don't like."

I should probably keep this in mind
before I go on my shopping spree.

Emily and I went into Cartier and
I tried on a watch. It was gorgeous,
and also, the price of half a HDB flat.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
When the saleswoman so so so very coolly
said "Fifty-two thousand one hundred."
I think I saw Emily's eyeballs pop out
and roll across the floor.

SO YOU KNOW WHAT?
I think will settle for a $79 hair straightener instead.

Wow, if I could change my essay topic
I'd probably write "How to Save Money" as opposed
to the "How to Get a Date" one I am supposed
to finish off by tonight.

(Do not know why the hell I chose that topic
since I'm obviously not Jessica Alba and thus
cannot offer truly worthy advice as to
HOW TO GET A DATE.)

Perhaps, at the last minute, I'll do what Weeki did.
DON'T FRET! HERE ARE 3 SIMPLE WAYS
TO STAY ALERT DURING A LONG CLASS!

And then get an F. Hehe haha hoho.

Oh my, toothpicks in my eye,
that means no sleep tonight.
2 fucking essays due in one day.
Too much fun to handle.

I wish I stayed in Batam.

PADD PARTTTYYY

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 14:32:15 GMT

I hate standing on crowded trains beside monks.
I feel it's rude to touch them, or come in
contact with them, because they are.. monks.
Well unless you're a guy.. but that seems wrong too...

Anyway, on the train back I was forced into this corner
because it was so packed and the monk was
right beside me so I pressed myself against the wall.

It was probably only a few stops after that I realized
that he had already moved to the center of the train;
and I was pressed against the corner for no reason.

It looked fucking stupid, even the monk gave me weird looks.
If I was in a Warner Brothers cartoon,
I'd have been Elmer Fudd/one of the other morons.
.
.
Oh, and I realized I never said much about the pad party.
Well the guest star was this dude from Channel U.
No one knew who he was.
BUT If you threw a rock in Angmokio, chances are you'd hit
someone who looks just like him.
(You could try China if you want to, results would be the same.)

And he was so depressed when no one
cheered for/cared about /wanted to take photos with him.
That was probably the funniest part of the whole party.
I would've taken a photo of his : ( : ( face but I would
like to remain sue-free.
(Which is why you might've realize I never used his stupid name.)

Only 1 girl knew who he was and she just stuck to him
and the rest of us just ate. Or rather, Sam and I were
pretty much accountable for finishing off 1/2 the buffet.
I don't think we were even really aware of what was going on..

So!
This week has been too fun.
I've convinced Greg and Caspar to do the project
on Roald Dahl.
Which might include acting! Hahahahahahhahahahaha.
Joke.

Baller life!

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 03:31:15 GMT

My dad just upped his BALLA status.

Baller
One whose status in society has been
earned by one's possession of "game"
(that is, proficiency at the game of life).

According to Urban Dictionary, that is.

Yesterday, he said,
"Sam.. come here. (he was sitting on the stairs)
I was thinking it's time I get you a watch."

"..Why a watch? That's so random."

"Because watches are the way to go! Investment wise."

"Oh. Wait.. you're serious? As in, if you're saying...
investment... the watch is supposedly.. supposed to be the
'HOLY SHIT CHECK OUT WHAT SHES WEARING!' type?"

"..... Not in those words.. if people even
talk like that..... but,... Yes."

"So..."

"Yeah why don't you go shop around and check?
I saw an Anne Klein one that was only around 3K,
maybe you'd like that. Or the BCBG one."

SHIT SHIT SHIT if you knew my dad,
this conversation would've probably only occurred
on his death bed, or if I got top scholar award or something.
And checking out my grades.. I doubt its the latter.
PLUS my Dad's 239473920 times healthier than me.
This is so suspicious.

On that note, he dissed my batman watch.
Which admittedly.. doesn't look in great shape now.
Anyway, after offering to give me more money than
I've been allowed to.. for... ALL my life,
I thought Dad was gonna stop giving me allowance
or something. BUTT BUT BUT
he came into my room later and said,
"Oh yeah, I got these vouchers.. I won't be spending them."

"Dad.. the vouchers are like.. spend at least 300 just to get 20 off.
That's quite pointless. And I have no money... just in case
you didn't realize."

"Thought you said you're going watch shopping this Friday?
Just ask me for more money to buy the other stuff then."

SO SUSPICIOUS, WHAT'S GOING ON!?
Maybe my parents are secretly adopting an African child
and trying to ease me into it.. Or Mum's already pregnant..
Or they're renting my room to Foreign workers and prossies.

This is more freaky than when Gordon started
reading the Chinese newspapers.

Anyway,, sorry there's no update on the pad party,
there will be soon, once I locate my camera wire,
or use Sam's facebook ones. My attempt to finish
World lit this morning was a huge ass failure.
But I got 11 hours of sleep, and one skipped lecture.

YAY.

Fri, 19 Sep 2008 17:34:12 GMT

Considering the LJ week I've had,
I would say PMS is nothing compared
to how I'm feeling right now.
Although I would say, I guess it plays
quite a big role.

Okay, it's actually PMS + BadWeek.

BTW:
LJ does not mean livejournal, just
in case the less geniustic ones go,
"Livejournal Week? Why is that so bad?"

It's like CB.

WHAT WAS THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF?

(Don't lie and make up shit like "Cat Burglar!! Really!!)

But honestly,
What CB stands for issssss: CoffeeBean!
So now just work those dirty minds to what
LJ REALLY stands for instead!
If you are confused, you are too dumb to be
reading this site, or perhaps too English.

AnywayzzzZz, that was the topic of the night between
Zara and I tonight..
It originally started out, (whilst we were in Starbucks)
about how Starbucks wasn't in T9 phone dictionary,
and that coffeebean wasn't too so it was reduced to CB.
in Smses that her friends sent to her.

eg. "Where you? I'm in CB now."

We decided, should it happen again, she would reply:
"Who's?"

Yes we still make 12 year olds jokes OKAY, CAN?

The week's been so bad because of work.
All work and no play makes Sam unhappy, stupid and gay.

But tomorrow I've got me a Sanitary Pad party going on.
Now WHAT'S THAT ABOUT RIGHT?
Watch this space.

ArghArghArgh!

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 13:23:46 GMT

I don't think today could've gotten any worse.
Well okay, I could've gotten a sinus attack,
like I did on Tuesday. And got Weeki all freaked out.

He's COMPLETELY anal, about illnesses,
oily keyboards, music genres, AANNNDD women.
If you offer him food, chances are he'd never
take it unless you're Kate Beckinsale.
Even so, it's hard to say.

Which was what made me go "HELLO!?"
(keep in mind I was sneezing 10 times a
minute on this day)
when he just took a huge chunk of chocolate
FROM ME and looked me STRAIGHT IN THE EYE
and said, "Eh go and see and doctor lah."

The guy treats me like his mother/slave.
Seriously. Today, he made me fold his fucking dior
shirt. Which was fine and dandy because
I personally think I fold clothes quite nicely,
or ... adequately. Since his maid's been ironing/ruining
his other $300-over shirts, I was asking Brandon
what Weeki'd do if I just stained Weeki's dior shirt
(Which was 600 BEE TEE DOUBLE-YOU).

There was option a:
He'd kill me and then kill himself
and option b:
Just kill me.

But Brandon went all out.
"He'd get a cardiac arrest, and then come back from the hospital,
and then kill you."
Which really makes sense! If you knew Weeki, you'd agree.
The only reason I really put up with him,
is because when he gets into panic mode, it's really quite amusing.

Anyway, back to the shit day,
The butch in me that hates women like stuff wore heels
to school, in fucking corporate wear.
I also hate corporate wear. I look like a 12 year old
in my mother's clothes trying too hard. Way way too hard.
So yes. Hoppe (the lovely) put us into groups
and said we had to stand on different intersections
along North Bridge and Middle Road and describe
the areas on paper. And since my group was
Weeki Brandon me and Joseph,
3/4 of which were in corporate wear
(WEEKI IN COMPLETELY BLACK HEEHEEEHAAH),
the biggest challenge was standing under the searing heat
and writing about how pollution tasted like.

So we adjourned to TCC.. and then got raped by Hoppe
cause she caught us and later whipped us all to pieces.
At least along those lines.
And later held us back for 30 minutes after school
to do some more damage.
I guess she really wasn't kidding when she said none
of us were getting an A for this course.

But I agree with Brandon,
I think the woman's just confusing our lack of enthusiasm
for disrespect. We don't disrespect her. We hate her.
Fine line of difference, very fine, but still there.
Oh yes, and a totally secondary school moment
happened when Gaylene confiscated my phone in class.
I had SUDDEN flashbacks of Sec3, I really did.
Which is really unfair because I was for once, making
a SERIOUS call, ok no, sms.

That was bad.. all bad.
Both my potential A subjects just got crushed by smelly feet
and flushed down the drain.

ANNND now, back to Santiago because it's mid terms.
No joke.

Sun, 14 Sep 2008 05:31:20 GMT

I do not understand how people like Jim Sturgess exist
without naked girls throwing themselves at him.
If my body was a little, OK FINE, a lot better,
I'd probably do that.

Or maybe not because that'll mean I have
to pay for a flight, pretend to have a coat on,
go through security, then stalk him down
just to throw myself at him.

When, if I figure, with all that money and a hot body
why don't I just wait for naked guys to throw themselves
at me?

OH RIGHT.
BECAUSE THIS IS SINGAPORE.
With actors supposedly "hot" like Julienne something,
and the evil eyed LJJ, I don't even want to know what
the average guy looks like in his birthday suit.

Probably Porno directors auditioned Singaporean men
and went, "Holy shit, at this rate I might as well
create animal porn."
And for all you know, thanks to you folks,
now they've found substitutes like dogs and horses.

AND I would like to say, "It's what's inside that counts."
But we all know, in the real world, not just the
little red dot we call home, there's no such thing.
Unless you're Mother Teresa, though when it all comes
down to it, we're all obviously not.
.
.
.
Still, I understand when people give in to love.
They fall for the ugliest people, but this can
seldom be helped because
1) love is blind
2) Singapore doesn't have great choices
3) hot guy/girls are 97.6578% likely to crush
your heart

like a cockroach.

And anyway, and I quote this from perhaps the worst
movie ever made, I shall not say it to save
what is left of my "reputation",
but 'love is the closest thing we have to magic'.

Which I guess is why people keep looking for it.
But we can chill, lay still, and enjoy the breeze folks
because at the end of they day you've got to love
yourself the most.

Which is why, I say this for a close friend,
and maybe all you other broken hearted dudes/chicks
out there, the pity chair is only good when it's warm.
But if your stay's long overdue, it's time to get up
and get to a strip club, or find a hobby.

I, for one, forsee late nights this week,
because of midterms and work that primary schoolers
can do with their eyes closed.
I might take a broken heart case over that, no?

Sam and the Beast

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 14:07:31 GMT

Today Brandon, Weeki and I played around with palm reading.

Apparently my life will be sad AND
my husband will be one very special kind of fugly.

Perhaps the reason why my life is predicted
to be so sad is because my husband to be's
on top of the list of world's fugliest.

But that was all for fun, OR WAS IT?
Weeki and brandon both believe in such stuff,
and I guess I sort of do too because I came home
feeling like my life's going to go down the drain.

Who's to say my husband-to-be doesn't secretly
keep a dying rose, has a mirror that shows whatever
he wants to see, plus a clock and candlestick
that talk and move around his castle?

Buttttttt hey, this is Singapore.
And like the Facebook bumper sticker says,
Disney gave girls unrealistic expectations of men.

Royally fucked

Mon, 08 Sep 2008 14:09:27 GMT

A whole lot of things happened this weekend
which actually started to make me wonder
about the stupidity of life, and how many a time,
it's always better to do nothing than something.

The best example I would have is my brother
challenging me to Guitar Hero.
WHY why would he do that when I'm at the
medium level and he has never played it before.
The most retarded thing is throughout MY TURN
he kept saying, "Oh well.. guess you're not that good.."

"Haha, they say you rock but I guess you didn't..
Better luck next time.."

And then I got 50,000 and he got 2000.
Then he got "sleepy" and hid in his room.
I guess he realized he should've shut up at some point.
The best part was when I didn't say ANYTHING
and he just gave me this look. But I think my blank,
half smirking face kind of said it all.

Also, there was the argument, the pretty
unecessary one on Saturday night. Not with my
ever champion like brother, but with, well, a relative.
I was actually SO MAD I think I reached a stage I almost cried.
Personally, i don't mind being ditched.
I mean, everyone has those times, everyone gets PS-ed once
in their entire life. But I hate excuses for it.
I hate excuses and I hate half willing comments and
amendments for things that shouldn't even have been done.

But moving on,

The only thing that SHOULD'VE been done but I didn't do...
Was study for the fucking Hospitality Purchasing quiz today.
Though I have to say, QUIZ MY MOTHERFUCKING ASS.
WHO THE FUCK GIVES THREE ESSAY QUESTIONS FOR
A FUCKING QUIZ. ON QUESTIONS HE DIDN'T EVEN GO
THROUGH IN THE FUCKING CLASS.
(truth be told he goes through NOTHING in the class.
Up to this point, I know he likes champagne and cognac.
Also, Selection and procurement are the only two words he says.
Today, he was telling us that Gust was very important.
It took me 20 minutes into the lecture to realize he was saying
Gas.)

Just when I thought the guy just had a low IQ,
he proved he was actually degenerate.

I sometimes wonder if he's in my school because
too many people were failing in the main campus
because of him. He's too hot to handle.

Anyway all of us got fucked left right center today.
.
.
.

Tonight was good, I feel I have to accustom loof Mondays
into my schedule. Brandon (the gay-o) and I are wayyyy too free.
Maybe one day we will channel the free time into completing
homework assignments.

Ha Ha. Not.

I am so sleepy so I'll just sleep now thanks.

8 letters.

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 09:21:53 GMT

You're the laziness in afternoons,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.

Rainy Days

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 14:33:00 GMT

You know those machines whereby you put in
dollar coins and pray to crap the spindly
clasping hand grabs some kind of cute toy?

They remind me of sick little bastards
who at 12 start asking parents for money saying
1) they want to buy study papers
2) 10 year series (Okay maybe not 12 years old)
3) school related stuff.

Why? Because the two are out to con people thats why!
In truth, only dumbasses like me spend so much on those
machines, but it is, in more ironic terms, a cheap thrill.
Ling and I actually stood around the machines which played
gay ass songs and attempted (quite a few number of times)
to get a bear pillow/rabbit keychain/stitch doll.

We've also concluded I'm hopeless at such shit
because even the SIMPLEST GAME
(whereby the scooper picks up some dolls
and puts them on a tray, and when the tray is full,
1 or more of those toys fall into the collection bin)
was such a failure for me.
My scooper actually picked up a doll,
and when it put the doll down, the doll rolled off....
kind of bounced off even.

That was so depressing.
I do not think Ling has ever laughed so hard at me before.
Also, she bought the most retarded lanyard for me,
and later said I look stupid wearing it.
Excuse me, but where's the logic if you bought the fucking thing!?

Also, I'm dead for HMD 101. Brandon the dumb ass
copied off my paper for the bonus question and got it wrong,
when his initial answer was correct.
Then, he blamed it on me.

Ling and Brandon are big cockers.

I hate rainy days, UNDERSTAND?
My money is flying towards taxi driver salaries,
petrol costs, and government taxes.
In HMD 101, we call this the Multiplier concept.
Now, if Mr. Lee (the driver) goes out and buys
Tsingdao beer with the money, there is leakage
because of import from China.
Now the money belongs to China's economy
and can no longer be spent by us locals.

If you thought that was cock and bull,
you obviously haven't taken Santiago's classes yet.

Sat, 30 Aug 2008 05:36:37 GMT

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!)

a disaster.

Fri, 29 Aug 2008 14:35:35 GMT

While I recognize that typing an entry at this point of time
on a Friday night has strong implications that I am a loser,
since I am at home rather than CHILLAXING outside,
I have to say I don't really care.

Why? Because I have Be Kind Rewind,
a new pair of sandals, and I must say my neighbor
(who, weirdly enough I have never seen before) is quite cute.
Not that I am looking at him now, but it is good to know
Singapore isn't running out of good looking guys.
This gives me hope that one day I may still marry a
decent looking man. (Not my neighbor,
because if I dump him he can stalk me. It wouldn't
be very difficult to, since he lives just opposite.
And that is freaky. Also, I think he's 16. More eew.)

Rini's leaving tomorrow morning, and I won't be seeing
her for a few years, or even ten at that.
That depresses me quite a bit, but we've had our days out
and I am pretty satisfied with what I have.

I might become a pathetic sobber at 7am at the airport tomorrow,
if you'd like to watch you can come down to Changi too.

PS- I got bitten by a sandfly again. WHY WHY WHY.
Souper Dulan-ny.

Stupid

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 14:55:21 GMT

I make bad decisions all the time.
First is when I always buy good food
but I check out what other people get
and I think: That looks better.
Then when I buy it it tastes like ass.

OR when I decide to stick with what I bought
the other person's food is like HEAVENLY AWESOME.
It truly deeply makes me mad.

Still I decided the two decisions were the ones
that happened today.
Or they were made days/weeks ago but
the realization kind of only kicked in hours ago.

My FAB 160 (Introduction to Hospitality Purchasing) professor
is probably a very nice guy. But the most important thing is
he is dead boring. And I don't get what the fuck he is saying!

"Ebony Crack. Where is Ebony Crack?"
"Professor, my name is Yvonne Kwek..."

Then there is,
"Do you know what is a Day Bow Ton? Day Bow Ton.
Girls love Day Bow Tons!"
(all the girls start staring around because we presume
someone has to know what it is since we "love" it.)

So he spells it and it is Debutante.
There is also: "Really Bung? Really Bung!"
What he means is RELEVANT. HOLY SHIT
How am I supposed to pass a class I literally
don't understand!? And he gave us an assignment with the
email website that leads me to the World's Largest Arabic
Online Book Store. Oh yes, because THAT'S
JUST WHAT HOTELS PURCHASE!
What the fuck what the fuck (times 10)!

Then I had my minor ear surgery that took place tonight.
Which was really great because it was painless,
and my tragus was full of anaesthetic and was cut open
so he could grab the earring to pull it out.
The bowl was full of blood and I got pretty ecstatic when
he said he could stitch my ear up and I could look.
You see wire going through your tragus and it should
HURT LIKE A MOTHER but it really doesn't/didn't!
So now I have metal wires in my tragus.

Today was exciting. But there's really 6 weeks
and 4 days more of Term2 to go. Which equals to
34 days. God I should just go suck a banana.

Banana, not cock.
Caught you.

My DingdingDong

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 05:47:59 GMT

My bangs are getting unecessary comments like
"If you added more eyeliner you'd look like Amy Winehouse"
and
"You look like Cameron from House."

Which on that note. I am bugged because
I have not been able to catch Season 4 yet.
Is everyone seriously gone? But I liked Foreman!
And Cameron! (Not because I look like her now.)

My tragus piercing has also gone balls because
now it's so swollen my barbell earring,
or the front of it at least, looks embedded into my skin.
Which, yes, looks disgusting on all accounts.

I wish people gave out manuals, or God gave out manuals,
on just how you're supposed to live life.
What makes it meaningful, exactly?
And are Youku and Tudou gifts from God?

Today, at mass, Gareth and I saw this tablet in church
on a column. I am not sure how to describe it, exactly,
but it has names of Saints on each tablet and under the name
is the person who contributed money to have their families
or their names inscribed onto it.

And under Saint Raymond, some champion put
RRRRtay.

I shall say it, "What the fuck?"
So maybe the family's made out of Ray, Rachel, Ruth, and Rob
but isn't it a bit more decent to capitilize their surname?

If they wanted to make a joke, they could send out
invitation cards that said, "Please come to our PaRRRRtay."
They probably even have, and thought they're very writty.

I do not relish the fact that school starts tomorrow.
But what can we do?

We can make like a bridge, and get over it.

Albeit too much.

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 11:36:02 GMT

I have not written much about birthday celebrations
because as it appears, they're not over!
They've lasted a week (well till the end of this week)
and counting! I get to be 'officially 19' for three weeks
in total! I wish that happened when I was 16!
Although I really wasn't as sweet as I was 16.
Actually, I looked like a wreck. But hey, new year
new look!

Not.

As my school Rebel 4 card lives to serve as proof of,
my eyebrows are STILL angry looking and to guys in class
I now resemble Lucy Liu.
But thank you for the birthday wishes.
And sorry WeeKiat for not picking up your call as I
sorta fell asleep from exhaustion, but I was very touched!
Thank you 3 slaves as well, and those on sms and FB.

I guess the most important thing was that I got to
spend it with tons of people. but the dates coming up are getting
split up, despite the whole she-bang held at my place already,
I must be popular!

Not.

I wish Wini was better at dealing with dates,
the Timbre thing's being held off for way too long.
Also, I forgive her for things way too easily. Her ideas of
comprimise and placation comprises of
interrogation. And on my birthday night as well!

"Please don't be mad... What drinks do you like?
WELL NOT DRINKS YOU MAKE OBVIOUSLY HAHA,
but REALLY WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DRINK?
NO? OKAY, WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? PURPLE?
OH YOU LIKE PINK! HAAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

At times she actually got ecstatic if I replied.

"Oh crap, Miu Miu's closed."
"YEAH! MIU MIU!"

Other than that, she made 17th August the best.
With Ahlian stalking, closed shop photos, SB and Hyatt,
I don't think I'd have wanted it any different.
I would actually put up photos but Photobucket's down, hey?
(Dear Wini, I am glad AhLian and boyfriend did not attack us,
"smoking" with a touch screen stick DEFINITELY was great camouflage!)
.
.
After watching Hotel Rwanda, I thought I kept
seeing the main actress EVERYWHERE. But it turns out
that Sophie Okonedo kinda looks like Gabrielle Union!
Or I could be wrong.
.
.
.
Why do we fall Bruce?
So we can learn to stand up.

Stop fidgeting, I think you move too much.
If you'd stay in one place long enough,
you'd stop changing lift positions, please!

Dear XXXXXYZ, do you realize I'm here?
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.
.

People, Wall-E is THE romantic show of the year.
Or so Jeremy's friend said, but are either to be trusted?
We shall see.

Seperate yourself

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 15:25:54 GMT

The Orientation dry run was such a pain in my patootie.
In fact, most of the reason I actually stayed behind
was because Nigel Caspar and Jeremy wanted to
go have dinner after it was all over.

Which was partially worth it, partially not.
Since we had horrible food, and couldn't
finish all the ice cream that we bought.
(Wow it rhymed, but it doesnt make the
food tonight much better.)

I kind of wish I wouldn't get transferred to Rebel 5
for seven weeks, I'll really miss them.

Why do days pass by so quicky?
We'll never find out.
More haste, more waste.