Read me

ah.

finally, it has arrived.



yes. something for me to finally seek solace in. yes. yes. yes.
ima block out the rest of the world.
thanks, ms rowling. you're my girl.


here i go...

it's going by way too fast. the weekends.

school. i need solutions.

what would ashton kutcher do?

You have been forewarned.

i am a really desperate student.

and this is my desperate cry for help.

if any of you knows of anyone, anyone at all, who knows something about converting C++ to JAVA language (without using a software for conversion) with a suggestive use of JNI(which is completely another language to me) or any other methods, please please please let me know. or if you know a thing or two about video streaming to mobile phones, let me know too. pretty pleeease.

this is my plea. i really need help. seriously.
please, please, please, please, please.

i'd reeeally appreciate it. really.

someone. anyone at all.

do you have a gun?

cream crackered.

it's official, my status in this competency unit based on my project progression. a repetition of S.I.P.-- if it carries on like that. another 20 more weeks. yes. reconfirmed by the top dog himself.

and then, douchebag #2 came in and ticked me off. for having an uncleared mailbox. right. to which i explained to him that i had less than 20 mails in it. which then led to me being ticked off again for not clearing my "deleted items" folder, making me a dipstick since i'm already in my 3rd year of some shit course that is the future of singapore.

coincidentally, this is the day my painters chose to roll in- period.

so basically, today i learnt that my life could be completely screwed in a couple of weeks, and that both hardnut, blood-sucking, dopeheaded codgers now know me for the wrong reasons. hey, you know what they always say. if you can step on one tail, why not step on both?

it's a great day.

chuffin 'ell.

ah what the heck. fuck.

More Than Meets The Eye

i caught Transformers yesterday.

it was amazing. i was completely entertained throughout the show. i'm serious. com-plete-ly en-ter-tained. the CGI effects were so powerful that it seemed as though the robots were really there. and it wasnt one movie that wasted time on uneccessary drama. all i could think about after the movie was that i hoped the bus that i was on would transform along the way(which it didnt, much to my disappointment). talk about the after effects of a great picture.

in the meantime, if i had a gun right now, i'd pop a bullet right through my head.

bang. cheers.

the Phobia list

jfhasifas, fjahfklualdifa nduflasdfi shit, sdhnfldsadujfhyalidufd. jfahfawey real shit dbfuadfhf, shdgaue.

yeah, that's pretty much what school was for me over the past 2 days.

so i did a little research on names of different types of phobias, and i came across a really long list filled with possibly, the longest word i ever came across in my entire life, and words that i twist my tongue around to pronounce. best of all, fears of things that i never thought was possible.

some of the many phobias i never knew existed:

• Anablephobia- Fear of looking up.
• Anglophobia- Fear of England or English culture, etc. (this is not the only country!)
• Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
• Chrometophobia or Chrematophobia- Fear of money. (wait, people actually fear money?)
• Ephebiphobia- Fear of teenagers. (awesome. there's an actual name for this.)
• Geniophobia- Fear of chins.
• Heresyphobia or Hereiophobia- Fear of challenges to official doctrine or of radical deviation. (only because i completely dont understand this entire meaning of the phobia.)
• Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia- Fear of the number 666. (i'll pay you 2 bucks if you can read this right in 3 secs.)
• Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words. (5 bucks.)
• Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8.
• Parthenophobia- Fear of virgins or young girls. (fear of virgins? the dude must be sick.)
• Phobophobia- Fear of phobias. (peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers...)
• Sesquipedalophobia- Fear of long words. (mary says, "hi. i have a fear of long words. it's called 'sesquipedalophobia'. you know, like i said. a fear of long words.*cough*.")
• Urophobia- Fear of urine or urinating. (everyday is a bad day.)
• Vestiphobia- Fear of clothing. (hm.)

some of the more interesting phobias i think i actually might have:

• Automatonophobia- Fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues - anything that falsly represents a sentient being. (okay wax figures are just plain SCA-RY.)
• Claustrophobia- Fear of confined spaces. (hint: coffin.)
• Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns.
• Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of going to school. (nuff' said.)
• Ochlophobia- Fear of crowds or mobs.
• Pediophobia- Fear of dolls. (*shudder*)
• Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love.
• Taphephobia or Taphophobia- Fear of being buried alive or of cemeteries.

of course there're plenty more fears that everyone generally shares, like the fear of blindness etc. but i thought i'd just put up some that would relate personally to me. ...OKAY, except for the last one, i'll admit.

would you like to be buried alive?

there can be no title for this.

ok, here's the deal. i havent been updating that much or as often because i havent been feeling the urge to turn on the computer after school for the past 2 weeks. plus the fact that it crashed on me really discouraged me even more. well it's the weekends. thankyougod.

a week ago, i caught this.


wasnt that fantastic(neither was the first one) but it wasnt that bad. one thing's for sure. it's definitely better than Ghostrider. that, i can assure you of.

now this, i cant wait.

robots in disguise, y'all!

michael bay directed it. steven spielberg produced it. plus, i've always been a fan of Shia. and Optimus Prime finally gets his big break. this should be worth my while.

moving on. i went to Ikea(the huge one) yesterday for the first time and i'd love to go back there for many more. i've always wanted to visit Ikea since the days of striking furnitures and items off the Ikea catalogue with anna for our, um, then-future-abode(which usually amounted up to extreme numbers in cost). no disappointment there. pictures ahead.


dinner. not just any meatballs. Swedish meathballs. le burp.

showrooms:










something that i've wanted on my wall for so long.

NYC.
ok, less complicated is fine. the Eiffel Tower one will work wonders too.

owning this,

will be like the bees knees. rad.

pictures that i yearn for:


a view of NYC. $15.90


the Brooklyn Bridge. $9.90


Audrey Hepburn. a hundred gazillion dollars.

ok, so maybe not gazillion. but waaaay past my measly little budget. dang it. ...at least, window shopping can be fun.

school, on the other hand, has been an absolute torture. on the bright side, 9 weeks has gone by. on the dark side, there're 10 more to go. on an even darker side, it doesnt really matter how many weeks has past by because with nothing accomplished, it's not encouraging to look forward to the end of the semester. smashing your head over a watermelon, however, is fully encouraged.

which reminds me,

shouldnt someone take this sign down already?

1800-112-iquit

just call me a quitter.

i want to break free?

so i guess you've heard. the hotel heiress' free from serving time in prison and placed under house arrest for the next 40 days. now, i am just shocked.

how dare they not give her royal heiress an air-ticket to the Bahamas for some sun, sand and sea? *stands with arms akimbo* tsk, tsk. someone should see the judge again.

what would sarah silverman say?

now, really. i'm not wasting an entry on Paris Hilton. i'm just excited to see what new quotes and quirky tees they can come up with this time. always a fan of quoted tees! it'll be fun.

anyway, marc's going to australia for a break. let's see...

next tuesday:
marc: sydney
seige: some random lab in school.

results:
marc: 1, seige: nil.

the dude wins!

heh.

Black Holes and Revelations

you know that feeling? when a tune has been stuck in your head for the entire day but you just cant figure out what the title of the song is?

that frustration?

and then that feeling, where all of a sudden, the song title just pops out of nowhere back into your head?

that joy?

funny how the tiniest little thing like this can make one so frustrated and yet, happy altogether.

just so you're curious about what link the title has to this post. well, that's the song that left me frustrated for the entire day when the tune was stuck in my head and the title just wouldnt show itself. until now. Black Holes and Revelations. Starlight. heh. :)

Parental Guidance

***warning: profanities ahead. please refrain from reading this post if vulgarities dont sit well with you.

i just heard some bloodyfriedchickenass sucker almost caused my dad to bang his car.

the fugger was on the straight lane while my dad was on the right. that fugger wanted to make an illegal right turn so he turned off his headlights(probably so that no one could see his license plate number). naturally, my dad turned right and that fugger turned right at the same time. fortunately, my dad was able to drive slightly ahead of that other car, preventing a collision. that's once.

but it didnt end there.

apparently, that fugger wasnt quite delighted about that so without warning, he overtook my dad's car and my dad had to jam break to prevent YET another collision. THAT'S TWICE, you son of a bitch.

but sticking to his true-blue, borned and well-bred jerkface style, he wouldnt let it end there. i mean, since you're being a jerk, might as well be one all the way right?

so now my dad's car was right behind right? seeing that that uranusbloodsucker was in front, and that my mom had already been frightened twice, my dad tried to go to the other lane. then what happened? that sonofabitch moved to the other lane as well! so my dad went left, and he went left, and my dad went right, and he zigged his zagged to the right too(meaning that he wouldnt let my dad's car pass). and it all happened with his car only a few inches in front of my dad's(in any case that my dad's car crashes into his, we'll have to pay for damages).

THREE STRIKES! YOU'RE FUCKING OUT, DUDE!

i was even more pissed when i found out that he wasnt some young, reckless driver as i had guessed while listening to the story.

please do not mess with my family, you dickhead. especially my parents. thank god nothing happened. or believe me, you old asshole, you'll pay.

if you think i'm over-reacting(which i dont think i am since we're talking about my parents' safety here), then you should've seen my brother's reaction. :) i do apologise for the profanities used though.

it's the...

weekends! weekends! weekends!

*cartwheels*

i shudder at the word "emo".
unless you play in an emo band.

i understand that it's hard. but try to lighten up, you guys.
at least for the weekends.

ok, this just went from cheery to dreary.

wikipedic.

everyday is a day for wikipedia.

last week, i did some wikipedia-ing on the wisdom tooth, and apendicitis. dont ask.

yesterday was the day for the great Joan of Arc, and the legendary famous criminal couple, Bonnie and Clyde.

this morning, i went for Alexander Flemming(after dad sent me an email), and William McKinley, which then led on to Theodore Roosevelt. eventually, i ended up trying to memorise the names of all 43 presidents of the United States of America.

unfortunately, right up to now, all i can remember are the names of the first 10 and the last 9. wake up tomorrow and all that's left in my head would be Ronald Regan, George H. W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush. what a waste.

okay. i am the random like that.

oh yes, the company finally came by and met us for the first time, also finally handing us the camera after 2 1/2 months of delay.

unimportant.

2008

graduation gowns.

i never knew that you get to wear those when you graduate from a polytechnic, until recently(thanks to marc). this afternoon was graduation day for most of the seniors of the Infocomms diploma. it didnt really mean much to me until i saw a couple of them in their graduation gowns.

then i realised how great it must have felt for them.

not that the gown looked extremely fashionable and rad or anything. but that it meant something.

it meant graduation. it meant that they did it. how? i dont know. but they did it.

yes. i want to put on that gown. i know, it's not that i'm looking forward to working life or anything( i know. whataloser). but i am looking forward to the day that i graduate. yes. the day i put on that gown will be the day that i know that all the shit that i went through finally paid off. just think. that's me in less than a year's time. less than a friggin' year!

wrong. why? well, if my current project goes on at this rate, i'll probably feel the same way this time next year, watching my friends leave with smiles while i look forward to my graduation day which would probably be in 2009(2010?). *raises eyebrow*

damn. let the US presidential elections, the olympics and my graduation be held on the same year. please.

let me say, "i friggin' did it."

*crosses fingers*

ps: i heard a really good news today. one word. "relieved."

"hello, 9-1-1?"

the school has signed our project up for some IT shitJavaJive competition.

our untouched, unimproved, undeveloped, exploited project.

i dont know about my 2 other group mates, but there's a current state of panic and confusion and a high chance of over-hyperventilation on my part.

nothing, i mean, NOTHING, has been done successfully. nothing has worked yet. and to complete this in one month? yes, my teacher has every right to be worried. i am aware of how near the edge i'm standing right now, i promise you on this one.

i do not want to fail.
not with all those pairs of watchful eyes around me. not when they're all rooting for me to fail in their dirty little circle.

so why does it feel like i dont have much of a choice now?

state emergency.

Girl Interrupted

what does it mean when you have a series of disturbing dreams? and by disturbing, i mean, sick and twisted. psychologically challenging.

is this a sign telling you that you should've laid off those James Patterson books and CSI shows while you had the chance? or that it's just always been you? that you've probably been about 25% mentally disturbed for quite some time?

perhaps you were just oblivious to the fact that your sanity was only hanging by a thread.

obliviousness. that's probably it.

you're going crazy.

bulletin

since marc requested...

Name 3 things in your purse/bag/pocket.
i) lexus- peanut butter (most probably crushed)
ii) wallet
iii) notebook

Name 3 things you do when you're really stressed.
i) music therapy is the best way out.
ii) comedies. no, wait. anything on tv, really.
iii) turn green and morph into the hulk.(cant be helped)

Name 3 favorite places to shop.
i) cd shops
ii) the shop that sells shirts with band names
iii) anywhere cheap

Name 3 favorite fruits:
i) mango
ii) grapes
iii) oh who am i kidding? almost every fruit is a favourite.

THE WHOS(!?)

Who is in the house with you?
mom and bro. (dad's probably climbing over the walls of the forbidden city right now.)

Who are you thinking about right now?
colonel sanders. okay, my dad.

Who did you last talk to on the phone?
a friend.

Whose birthday is next?
i think it's fifi's.

Who do you wish you were with right now?
adam brody. or seth cohen.
whichever persona he chooses to assume. i'm cool with anything. :)

Who did u sms last?
another friend.

Where do you live?
in the hidden cave.

Where is your phone?
right beside me.

Where do you sleep?
next to king kong.

Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?
um. power 98's christmas party.

Where is the last place you took a ride to?:
prisonschool.

Where in your house are you?
my snuggly crib.

THE WHATS

What was the last thing you ate?
the last apple.

What color shirt are you wearing?
black.

What is the closest item near you that is blue?
my mousepad.

What is your favorite color?
green.

What kind of surgery have you had?
i've tried all kinds but none of them seemed to have worked so far.
i still morph into the hulk whenever i'm angry.

What do you wear more jeans or shorts?
knee-length pants.

What is the last movie you watched?
spiderman 3.

What song do you currently hear?
i still remember- bloc party.

What was your dream last night?
something TWISTED.

THE WHENS

When did you start school?
officially, may 23rd. unofficially, the moment i ended my exams in march. *seethes*

When is your birthday?
way end of the year.

When did you last go to the mall?
monday. shiver me timbers.

When was the last time you bought a pair of jeans?
last week.

When did you last burn a candle?
um, during a blackout early this year.

When did you last see your dad?
sunday morning, before he took off for beijing.

When did you last see your mom?
2 minutes ago.

When did you last see your best friend(s)?
king kong? he's right next to me.

the boy with no name

i'll save the rest for later.

in the meantime...


TRAVIS IS BACK, Y'ALL!

woohoo!

it's all good.

define death.

the weather is ridiculous. this weather is ridiculous. and yet, the air-conditioner in the lab helps to freeze my ears.

so it's scorching hot and humid on the outside, and freezing cold in the lab. hmm. i wonder if i might die from this daily temperature shift in my life before i die from too much radiation from the computer. hmm.

i was at bedok reservoir yesterday for our routine end-of-the-week-walk. i liked being able to go out for some fresh air. it was nice to look at other things besides the computer screen. i needed that for my eyes. but the heat was a definite killer though.

speaking of which, we were walking when this police car drove by us and stopped right in front. 2 policemen got out of the car and started walking around, as though they were looking for something.

"wow. what do you think they're doing?"

"hey, maybe there's a dead body. haha."

"oooh. or maybe they're looking for guns."

as we walked further ahead, 2 more police cars drove by us. when our teacher who was jogging from the opposite direction jogged by us, he said jokingly, "what's going on? dead body ah?"

we laughed.

this police car pulled up to us. told us to make a u-turn. the area up ahead had been blocked. there was a tent. a tent?

yes. a dead body had been found. apparently.

OKAY. when i said it was nice to be able to look at other things besides the computer screen, i had no idea that "other things" would mean- a dead body. wow. our first walk. how unpredictable was that? sca-ry.

mother's day tomorrow.

please mom, you've gotta stop being so negative. please.

Swimming with the Evil

look what i found in the fish tank at home?



no.way.



*gasps*

what the hell is hethat thing doing in there?!?

SWIM, FISHES! SWIM FOR YOUR FRESHWATER LIVES!

now, if i can just remember what my superpowers are...

clean and green. period.

singapore is such a clean country. so said many of the tourists or visitors who have visited this place.

clean? perhaps. good attitudes? i'd have to reconsider that thought. i believe i've written something like this before, somewhere, but i thought i'd just re-address this issue again.

seats on the bus. a bus contains 2 columns and many rows of seats. each seat sits two people. i believe i said two. and yet, for some reason, some people still like sitting on the OUTER seat, leaving the inside one empty.

now wait. it doesnt matter if the person looks at you standing, and offers to let you sit on the inside. that's totally fine. i mean, i get that this person might wanna save the hassle of squeezing out if his destination's not too far away.

but what irks me, and annoys me a hell lot, is when you're standing in a bus filled with people, and the person right in front of you is sitting on the outer seat, pretending not to notice anything. look out the window or fake being asleep. that's what they'll do. pretend not to notice anyone STANDING next to them. clever.

the worst thing comes, when that person gives you a damn eye contact, and then looks away...WITHOUT shifting their heavy asses in. still. a few hours ago, i was on a bus that had quite a few empty seats and yet, i was left to stand. why?

because some dingdongs chose to sit on the outside.

the best thing was, this lady sitting on the outer seat gave me eye contact. for 1 whole minute. okay, maybe she was staring. and what did she do after that? um, let's see. oh yeah, nothing. didnt shift in, didnt offer the seat on the inside. she just looked out the window.

i know that sometimes, all you gotta do is tell them that you wanna sit on the inside and they'll let you in. but i just think it should take some common sense and consideration on these people's part to volunteer to let you in, or shift their golden butts in. i dont think i'm making a big issue out of this. no, i dont.

just today, a friend told me that he almost came to school late because he couldnt board a bus that was too crowded. apparently, there were lots of people standing even though there were empty seats and the people standing wouldnt move all the way to the back.

inconsiderate. that's how singaporeans are.

it's true. just like how everyone rushes or pushes to get into the train even before train passengers can come out. tsk. inconsiderate. tsk.

of course, i'm not saying everyone's like that. there's plenty of friendly people to go around. like the old uncle living on the 9th floor. or the old man at breadtalk. or the waffles guy at budget cafe. those are all nice people.

but we've still got lots of improvements to make. lots. dont we?

clean and green. and that's just about it.

T.G.I.L.D.

if we dont get this thing working by friday, well, technically, we're pretty much screwed. and it doesnt help knowing that we're not the only ones who need this piece of crap for our project.

in the meantime, this was borrowed from the school library today.


i could just smile and pretend that i understood everything in this book.
i could try.

thank god it's labour day tomorrow. thank you.

i'm going out. i cant believe it. i'm going out. on a public holiday. to town. where the streets will be filled with people. tons, and tons, and tons of people. the public. what i fear most: crowds.

under normal circumstances, i would probably whack myself in the head if i chose to go out on such a day, or you would probably have to drag me across the streets if you want me out. but this time round, i guess i'll do it. i'll sacrifice. only for the sake of him.

Peter Parker.


Spidey.

yes. i have tickets. i think.
interesting though. i just cant picture Topher Grace portraying Venom's character. i mean, it's Topher Grace. it's Eric.

you're telling me that this man,


is going to play...


this thing?

it's like...

this,


becoming


this.

queer and strange. but i'll be interested in finding out how it goes.

dang. i'm sooo sleepy. and yet i refuse to go to bed. no. i refuse to end this night just like that. not on a monday night. not when the next day's a holiday. nope.

oh who the marmalade am i kidding? i'm out.

i need new strings!

question.
how many random things do you have in your room?


one, (this is 3 years old)


two,


three,


four,


five.

i have 5 random things in my room. *cough*

i need new strings for my guitar!


it looks worned out.




my fretboard. :(


rusty knobs.

i know. awful. i've owned this baby for 3 1/2 years but the strings have only been changed once. i still dont dare to remove the strings for fear of damaging the fretboard(permanently), unfortunately. i'm sorry my baby! help.

okay i need more than new strings. i need guitar polish, a cloth and a peg winder. i need money.

and maybe a new guitar.

the walk home

2 non-progressive days of school.

i got downgraded from

this chicken chop,

to...


this knick-knack-paddy-whack.

18 weeks and 3 days more. you do the math.

6.30pm. bad timing. students raided the bus stop. it felt like a night market. pasar malam. when the bus came, people swarmed in like attacking bees. buzz. buzz. sting. crowds. brrr. have i mentioned my fear of crowds?

i decided to walk home.


one, two, buckle my shoe.


what's ahead.


you know i had nothing to do.


almost reaching the halfway mark. legs alive? check.

soon...

the sky turned a deeper shade of blue.

i took about 50 minutes to get home. sure, my legs were really tired. yes, i saw 4 of my buses pass by me. and ok, the 2nd, 3rd and 4th toes on my right foot cramped together for 5 seconds when i got home.

still, i thought that the walk was good .

thanks to the rain in the afternoon, the air was thin, cool and crisp. the headache that i had earlier slowly went away as i walked. mmm. refreshing. great exercise.

of course, i came home and food laid all around. so um...
but that's another story, really.

i cant stop munching on koko krunch. darn it.

still smiling?

so school begins in 1 day's time. ok tomorrow.

funny. i didnt think that i would feel any post-holiday blues because i have been going to school at least twice every week, since the beginning of the holidays. but strange enough, i'm feeling something.

i dont think it's the blues though.

i'm nervous. yea, that's it. nervous shit. this whole S.I.P. thing's dead serious and i'm starting to feel the pressure slowly sipping through my veins.

you have to complete this. you have to be able to do this. you have to produce something by this deadline. you dont and you fail. you're gonna screw up.

last night, i told my mom that i thought i was watching too much american tv. too much, leaving me the impression that life is just that simple after high school. after college. you move on. pursue your dreams. be an artist. be a dancer. be a singer. a fashion designer. work at a deli. sell coffee. be a banker. be a wedding planner. be the boss of a big company. doesnt matter. take things easy. you'll get by.

it doesnt quite work out that way here, does it? you cant just "get by", can you?

everything's a competition. you "get by" and you're behind. but what if i said that i would be contented with just "getting by"? now i'm the girl with no dreams? no ambitions? or just someone who's too scared to look forward to the journey that she's about to embark on, that she's willing to settle with just "getting by"?

well, i'll tell you what it is. i'll tell you the truth. i've always lived with the thought- ever since i could think- that i'll be contented with just "getting by". yes i have. but i have ambitions too. i just, dont see the need for luxury. and the damn competitions. unless it's a competition to see who burps loudest. so what do you make out of this?

i have no idea.

i need to listen to some imogen heap.

it's nearly 2 am. you think alot at times like this. or maybe i just do. i also think about what to eat even though i've brushed my teeth and it's 2am. and what breakfast i should have tomorrow. i'm thinking pancakes. and pancakes make me smile. and hungry.

shoot. i'm hungry.

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

to the Virginia Tech tragedy victims and their families.

"Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark"

- I Will Follow You Into The Dark (Death Cab For Cutie)

this song is really getting to me right now. heartfelt.

with deepest sympathy.

rest in peace.

smile on. even if your life sucks. i mean, really. REALLY. really.

*pulls hair*

*pops veins*

*stares into space in utter discomfort*

*stress mode: on*

i'm not ranting. i'm not ranting!

i'm smiling. see? smiling.


really!

smile on. even if your life sucks. i mean, really.

i want to rant.

i want to rant about everything i've just heard at the S.I.P.(Student Internship ProgramStudent In Prison) talk today. i really want to.

i want to whine.

about everything that's been going on. about the non-progressive work that we've been producing. heck. i'll whine about school if i could. and i really want to.

but i think it's time i shut up and start getting jiggy with it.

life aint perfect, and it'll never be, so i should just face the facts and get on with it. and so should all of you!


so smile, bitches! :)

i met my brother in school today. someone thought the way we greeted each other was funny. *cough*

on a side note, i'm finally done with Prison Break 2. awesome show. now i'll just have to wait for season 3. START FILMING, WENTWORTH. you know you want to.

speaking of which, i'll be officially doing time in prisonschool*cough* starting next week. how great. i cant wait to get my thumbprints scanned every morning. really! *grins like the dog*. *only, the dog meant it*

shit, what did i say about life not being perfect or something..but we should be getting..on..getting jiggy... baloney macaroni... what...?

The Deathly Hallows

i'm in a little bit of a dilema.

of whether i should pre-order the latest Harry Potter book, or not get it at all.

first off, just to make sure you're all clear, i am a huge fan of H.P. books. yes, i AM one of those people. twiddle dee, twiddle dum. alakazam me if you want, but yes, I AM a fan.

okay, here's the thing. if i pre-order the book, i get a 10% discount, and a 1 in 450,000 chance of winning a trip to London for four *cough*. if i dont pre-order it, i'd have to pay full value. so it's either i pre-order it right now, or not get it at all.

the thing is, even after the discount, the book still costs a bomb. $47.15.

i was given the 2nd and 3rd book by a family friend from UK before i even knew what Harry Potter was about. the 4th book was borrowed, and the 5th book was free because we had some special american express thing. only the 6th book, as i recall, was purchased. pre-ordered too, if i'm not wrong. and it was around the same price.

so here comes the 7th. ohboy.

mom reckoned that it was too expensive. i would agree with her on that but, but, it's the 7th book! the last book! how can i read every other book, and not the final and last one? i could borrow it, but..there's always that sense of satisfaction in owning something that you really want, no? ah. contemplation.

then my bro said something. "just pre-order it. if you want it, just get it. if it gives you a sense of satisfaction, you should just get it. that's what life is all about. if you're always doing things the other way, then life would be unsatisfying, right?"

my brother. his philosophy of life. if you want it, just do it. nike.

dad told me to pre-order it too.

hmm. i'm really seeing an answer to my questions already. BUT MOMMA'S RIGHT. it is EXPENSIVE. and i'll finish the book in 4 days. but..it is the FINAL book. i...i've got to OWN it. of course, i could always just wait a couple of years when the value of the book drops to $8- $15 bucks. BUT the whole idea is to find out what happens ASAP. no?

alright, alright. so you see, i AM that fan. the books. you're allowed to laugh at me. strange. you wouldnt see me contemplating(or even considering) at all if this was a top(outfit) or a meal. maybe a concert of my favourite band though...(but that's another story).

and i kind of have been saving up for this....

hmm.

the wheels on the bus go round and round.

hey.

return me my sketchbook, moodboard and illustration board, already!

COME ON.

guilt-tripping

the night feels different.

i have no more james patterson books to read. no more murders, kidnapping, midnight creep-outs. i feel so empty inside.

ah. must be the post-patterson-blues.

i am not out of books to read though. i did borrow 3 books from the regional library on wednesday.


this,


this,


and this.

a 100 bucks if you can guess where i plan to go to in the near future.
100 monopoly bucks.

Jack & Jill came to The Hill

everyone had returned to their respective bedrooms. my family was asleep. i was in the only room in the house with the light on. my bedroom. i sat on my bed. it was quiet. really quiet. silent. it was 3am. and i was reading Jack & Jill.

then my door creaked.

FUDGE! not when i was at the point of finding out who the Sojourner Truth School killer was! or Jack & Jill's real identities! NOT THEN!

that sudden creak totally scared the xena out of me. for 5 seconds, i wondered if the Truth School killer had actually sneaked into my house and was attempting to enter my room. then i laughed at myself for being such a wuss, knowing that it was only a story.

...then i wondered if it was Jack & Jill instead.

thud, thud. back to the story, you fool. thud, thud. too quiet.

the door creaked for the 2nd time.

i walked to my radio and turned the damn thing on.

"hey hey, you you, i dont like your girlfriend..."

*breathes*

Move aside, K-FED!

marcphee-ver is over!



"vanilla-ice" wannabe leaves the mcphee-ver for the new and improved (not-so-bald) Britters!



i smell bad rap and legal lawsuits coming up!

picture credit: anna in the footsteps of her idol
photo credit: Trent

The Dance Floor

they did it. they finally got someone to really destroy a perfectly healthy song. congratulations!

i know that all the songs used werent done by the original singers because of copyright issues but SURELY they can find someone who can pronounce the words BETTER?

"big black horse... and the cherry twree..."

NOOOOOOO! not the song of one of my favourite singers!
i mean, COME ON. the cherry twree???

thanks, mediacorp. woohoo!
get it? woohoo(big black horse..*woohoo* and the cherry tree..*woohoo*)? i should definitely do stand-up one day.


i.am.so.sorry.

Move aside, Martha Stewart

how a person manages to stuff tons of clothes into a cupboard is questionable and the one person to ask for answers would be ME.

you see, this takes a little bit of skills but as long as you get the gist of it,it's not all that difficult.

step 1: i dont suggest you fold your tees perfectly because they crumple in the end anyway but if it makes you feel good looking at it in the beginning, by all means, make the perfect fold.

step 2: split the section into 2 columns so that you can put more tees in it.

step 3: put the less worn(or will never be worn) tees at the base. then stack those that are worn slightly more often on top of it. stack as many as possible. remember, put the ones that you will wear most often right on top.

by now, you will realise that the cupboard is getting a bit full.

step 4: dig. you heard me. press hard on the stacked up tees. dig for space like you've never dug before. grab the remaining tees one by one and slot it into the remaining space.

step 5: there're still a few more tees on the bed? no problem. grab the tees in pairs.

step 6: dump the tees into the space between the door and the 2 columns of tees in a fast and quick motion. remember to keep your hand on those tees.

step 7: remove your hand quickly and shut the cupboard door immediately. if the door pops out a little, slam it shut. whistle and walk away.

simple as that. it only takes 7 steps.

of course, this only works if your tees are old and huge and half of it once belonged to your brother while the other half are worn for sleeping. it also only works if your cupboard is a small cube the size of a tiny locker. i cant guarantee the same outcome otherwise.

on next month's issue, we'll deal with how to turn on the tv with your big toe...