Hunting Spree

we went on a wild job hunt yesterday in tampines.

only 4 out of over 10 shops that we asked gave us application forms to fill up. no wait, make that 3. one was more of a used receipt than an application form. none of these shops could confirm with us as well.

call me. my One Tree Hill discs are going down 5 episodes day by day already.

come on, do i really have to join Yo Momma?

Nonsense and Reminiscence

Yo Momma is one of the shows that i've watched with one of the most retarded concepts ever. funny, i shall admit, but nonsensical. it's a show where two people trashtalk about each other. you know, the "yo' momma's so fat people jog around her for exercise" talk. and the one who out-trashes the other wins. $1000. CASH. and other little prizes as well.

either america's too darn rich, or the money's coming out of wilmer valderama's own pockets and he likes giving out money. you know what? i suggest everyone on holiday stop looking for a part-time job. YO MOMMA's the right place for you. you get to insult someone else, not get beaten up, and win CASH too. what're you waiting for?


SO ANYWAY, someone new added me on msn today. i didnt recognise the email add, and i couldnt see the avatar very clearly, so i had no clue who that was. and then this person said,

"TEOTEO!"

:O

"you know who i am anot?"

only one person calls me that. (ok, maybe 2, but the other's on my list already.)

i replied, "are you a quek?"

of course she was. my primary school classmate.

yeah. that's how we talk. and yes, i used to be called "TeoTeo". it was nice catching up with her since i havent seen her in a while even though she lives just a few blocks away from me.

which reminds me. mom mentioned about some holiday next week and i couldnt think of any reason for it, until she reminded me it was Children's Day. wow. it's been 6 years already.

I Dont Feel Like Dancing

in the midst of studying for my supp paper last night, i felt the need for a break from routing protocols and vlans, so i decided to play some music. but i was bored of the cds i had cos they've all been overplayed. so i decided to listen to the radio. but wait, not just listening to the same old station. i wanted to listen to something different. and i tuned in to...Yes 93.3 for the first time.

first song i heard was some acapella thingy by that malay band who joined one of those competitions and i thought, "hey, this ain't that bad." Then the second song came on. uh oh... cheesy. Third song came on and i decided that it's time to go back to perfect 10 or power 98. at least i tried.

so i tuned it back to perfect 10. and then, uh oh. one song came on. I Dont Feel Like Dancing by the Scissor Sisters. no...no...NO! i couldnt do it. i couldnt resist it. there was no way i could. i started dancing.

Scissor Sisters

get off your chair! i know you wanna dance!

how can you not dance to that(kinda ironic that i'm dancing to "I Dont Feel Like Dancing" though)? now, now, peeps, my moves are groovy like the old school, baby. the good ol' roll-your-hands-around-each-other, step-left-step-right, saturday night fever moves. whaddya say? i felt like Napolean Dynamite.

Napolean Dynamite :: Dance!


ok so i wasnt as...um, limber as he was, but it was something like this. and i didnt know what got into me, but i just burst out laughing after the song ended. me, alone in the room, laughing toat myself, in the middle of the night. i thought i had fun. :)

and that ended my recess from networking.

yeah, i'm weird like that.

Deja Vu

this is just plain hilarious.

(of course, you would have to watch the original video to get the joke.)

even though i knew this was coming, it's still hugely disappointing.

i have to take a supp paper for networking.

the feeling stinks. this wreaks. this really sucks. and i know it's all my own fault. nice work, seige, for screwing up the subject that you've chosen as your elective. nice work.

what have i done to myself?

something johnny said on The O.C. last night keeps ringing in my head. i'm just going to have to study my ass off 2 weeks.

Deep Thoughts at Dawn

i couldnt get to sleep again so i was just randomly searching all over online, reading blogs and i just found out this news:

Anna Nicole Smith's 20 yr old son died in the Bahamas on Sunday, a few days after the birth of her new daughter.

i'm sure we all know who Anna Nicole Smith is(and her story). naturally, i wouldnt say i'm a fan of hers at all, but i'm not going to say anything bad right now because she just lost her son. i never even knew she had a son, but no matter what, losing someone you love hurts really badly, and my heart goes out to her.

a moment of silence for the victims and heroes of 9-11.
a moment of silence for aussie's croc hunter, Steve Irwin.

you just never know when your last day's going to be, do you? sometimes we all wish we do, so that we can let everyone we love know how much we love them before we leave. the thing is, we dont know. and i think that leaving without having the chance to tell your loved ones that you love them would be the biggest regret ever. so we should tell them everyday, every moment, at every chance.

it's just...it's kinda harder to do that in asia. feelings are just so much harder to express. i think 2/10 kids here say "i love you" to their parents everyday. i wouldnt deny that i'm among the 8/10 of them. parents dont say it to their children as well. it's probably the way we were all being brought up. everything is just a step-by-step procedure that we follow tightly that there's actually not much space left for expressing our feelings. deep down inside we say it all the time, but that whole wall on the outside...sometimes, it seems like a pretty sad thing.

ok i really wanted to just blog about the Anna Nicole Smith news and i have no idea how i got to this.

oh well. i'm just glad my dad arrived in Coventry safely. and he mentioned that his hotel was located in a little town/village kind of area and the weather's perfect. and he saw a castle. just how flippin' awesome does that sound to you?

i wished i was there instead of here, worrying about the sms of doom that will come on thursday. i have a strong premonition this time that there would be a supp paper for me. crap.

no wait. i'm just thankful that everyone i love is healthy and safe.

Classic

i had loads of free time so ta-da.

was about time i changed it anyway.

What The *beep* Is Ladylike

i absolutely loved Storm Large's original song just now. It's called "What The What Is Ladylike"(originally "What The Fuck Is Ladylike"). i thought it was an awesome song. i think she wrote that because she's probably had many people tell her that she's not ladylike enough. ah, the familiarity.

actually, what is ladylike? not stuffing food down your throat in public even if you're hungry? not opening your mouth too wide? be all graceful and gentle when you talk? covering your mouth when you laugh? or not daring to laugh out loud? come on. the whole point of laughing is to relax and let go. that's where the term "burst out laughing" or a more affectionate term "lol" comes from, isnt it? you chat with someone on msn and you go "LOL" all the time. AND the moment you go out with that person(especially if he's a guy), you "chuckle". wow. that must have cost you alot of internal injuries.

ladies shouldnt be afraid to laugh...out loud. i mean, OF COURSE, if you are at some fancy restaurant and you're afraid of disturbing others, that i get. but elsewhere, it's actually not that bad to LAUGH without covering your mouth(unless you have a broccoli stuck between your teeth. then that's nothing to do with being ladylike of not. that's a whole other level).

another thing i dont get. that it's not "ladylike" to whistle out loud. now what is that? so a guy can whistle(or even wolf-whistle) anything he wants but a girl cant even whistle her favourite song? i've been told by many people before that girls shouldnt do that in public. "it's un-ladylike." yea, well, whoever said that whistling is a guy's right? i mean, it's so hard to have a favourite tune in your head that wont go away, and there's the huge urge to sing it out but because you dont intend to embarrass yourself with your weak singing, you whistle out the tune. and then these peopleolder ladiesaunties tell you it's "un-ladylike". gee. it makes me wonder.

and what's this about not eating chicken wings in front of guys just because they(ladies) have to use their hands and also to chew, peel and munch(or whatsoever you do with wings) the chicken and they're afraid of leaving behind not-very-pretty images? now that's just being stupid. because they'll only lose out when the guys have all the chicken wings while these ladies try to prevent themselves from salivating. tsk tsk.

i guess this might be a procastination of some kind and some guys might just be turned off by this. but hey, no offence to anyone. this is just my opinion- as someone who's been told 5,415,310,981 times that i'm not ladylike enough. i'm not saying that ladies should do everything that guys do(like shaving your underarms would be uh...better. although, IF YOU REFUSE TO, no one can uh,*cough*stop you*cough*) but it wouldnt be that bad to do certain things without having someone bark at your ear that "it's not right for a girl". okay i'll admit it, i have an absolutely annoying laughter. absolutely annoying. but i still have to laugh, dont i? *snort* i goofy-dance in public sometimes. "oh my, clowns like you belong in the circus." WRONG, you damn critics. i belong to The Ellen DeGeneres Show.

on to the job thing. i took off my black nail-polish last thursday for the interview just in case it's not allowed(not because it's un-ladylike) and the lady told me that i'd be told where to report on working day(today). cool. but when i called the guy up on monday, he said he'd put me on stand-by instead and he'd call me if they needed help. uncool. and he hasnt called me up yet.

i'm painting my black nail-polish back on.

A Mother's Child

spent half a day out today, getting my brother a mini refrigerator and then heading down to his dorm to fix it up. even though i've been to ntu a few times already, it's actually the first time that i went inside the room. and frankly, it wasnt as...well, nice as i had imagined it to be.

it's a lot smaller to begin with. 2 beds, 2 joint cupboards and 2 desks. that's not a bad thing. my only problem with the room is... the wall colour. i mean, beige? dull old beige? nothing but beige. how do you study in a room that has 4 beige walls and a bright greenish-blue splotted patterned curtain hanging by the only window? it's depressingnot very motivating. the environment outside's pretty peaceful and relaxing, but i'm sorry, the wall colours truly suck. if i could, i would've repainted the walls. unfortunately, well, technically, i..well, ok it isnt allowed. so the only thing left to give the walls more colour are the posters of Slipknot and Spiderman. posters are good.

but i must say, that other than those irky coloured walls, everything else is pretty cool. who am i in earth's name to comment anyway? it's not like i'm going to be there ever get the chance to go there anyway. heh.

my mother was hilarious. she couldnt stop talking. she couldnt stop telling my brother what he could do with the boiler, how he should keep his stuffs, how he could buy food and put them in the fridge, how he should wash and hang his clothes...etc. to a point where all three of us just kept quiet and watched her as she started to take out the shirts in the cupboard to refold them. she was so engrossed she had no idea we were watching her. we burst out laughing.

it's such a natural behaviour. a mother's instinct. my dad suggested that she could ask for an iron table and that maybe she should spend the night there. if she could i think she probably would. by tomorrow morning the room will smell of rosemary. it doesnt matter if he's 12 or 21. he'll always be mommy's little boy to her. mothers can be so cute sometimes. haha.

my dad's going to uk next sunday(unfortunately I'M NOT). that's flippin' cool BUT i'm a little worried. normally i wouldnt, because he's been travelling all around the world since i was born. only this time, he's going to UK when it's going to be september 11th. oh my uglysneakers, what am i saying? OF COURSE NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.*thwaps self*