Anti-Climatic and Unglamorous Shots
The Dancefloor had come to an end just now. The whole finale was rather bad, considering the theme chosen was "Movies". It was rather tacky. The whole hollywood saga, star studded red carpet themed was, the epitome tacky. It could be a great theme to play on but the execution was just, horrid. Anyway, the final dance off was pretty sucky too, accept that i gotta agree that Vas and Pris was my clear favourite during the finals. Platinum and Soul Fusion, disappoint me a little; what a bummer. But anyway, (view photo below)
Caption for photo below: One can be tribalic as one can be, but make sure not both the camera and the video camera catches u on its lens. Period.
"...brother jason come back quick, i forgot you're in Taiwan heh..."
Oei, enough already!
You know, life is pretty much a bitch. I mean, most of you gotta agree with me in that. The roller coaster rides are so eventful that a churn in my tummy is not all. I can say i am tired of life, but i'm only 21. I can say, i think i may know the true meaning of life; then again i am still twenty friggin' one. Well, all i can say, i'm too young to understand life's crazy morales. I think everyone is. Somehow, you may think you know the entirety of life and the true meaning of it and a striking age of 12. But trust me, does life really kicks you real hard during PSLE?? Oh well, the shitnits i go through everyday; makes up my LIFE. Hurhur. Seriously, who doesn't think life is nothing but plain crazy. Even those phobic people might think life is just an intense paranoia of god's creation. BUT, i gotta admit - i wouldn't trade my life for the world (i think). Heh.
Turning, 22 this year doesn't makes any difference, only a year closer to death and not a year younger. The stamina runs low as i type. I could go hyped up for crazy antics for hours but i realize (from the orientation) the energy level was wasted way faster than expected. So, age is getting into me. The older i get, the harsher life bites my ass. Rah. Holy molly!? Why am i "worshipping" my god so cruel (maybe not) life here?! I know your lives might be better off than me so shut up, or mine is better than yours; so too bad. But then again, enough about my life! Your own life is enough to handle than me probing into my hollow life into details.
Hush izk hush!!
This entry is pretty random, because i've not blog for ages; i think. I was serving besides the nation but my ex-school some decent enlightenement regarding THE DESIGN ORIENTATION. heh. Besides that, work is as per normal. Weekends too. I swear i need a thrill in this life. No heights involved please, thank you very much.
Bah, i am tired now, and shall retire to my bed. Goodnight fellow readers till we meet again. So enjoy your life ya.
"...stoned..."
Orientations.
I have mixed feelings. But for a certain definite yes is that, i miss my younger days alot. I think i miss design school. They made me who i am now; in a way that is. When i went back for orientation last week, the whole event just left me feeling very touched and it creates a deep sense of dejavu. To see these new batch of newbies entering school reminds me when i first stepped into TP design. Faces marked down with curiousity, anxiety that fills the tummy with butterflies but definitely, each and everyone of us the enthusiasts that's waiting to explode.
That was 5 years ago.
Yet, the same old feeling when orientation comes around, arose. Nothing beats seeing the pure fanatic enthusiastic crazy people of the new generation of design school. Well, the whole journey of 3 years in TP design was a roller coaster; more good than the bad. But even if what we've learn may not be enough but for me; the experience gained made me learnt that everything i have and knew in school was more than enough.
From Orientation Rave, to InPulse, to even Refresh and next was Ignite but lastly was Radical; it was all a bomb, an impactful one. =) But all good things have to come to an end. My 3 year trip had ended, but my legacy will continue (marked by the freshies of Camp Radical). My departure from the school didn't really had a proper goodbye. But i'd rather not have a goodbye at all. Oh well, we'll see how it goes next year; will my legacy during the design orientation continue? or will it not? But certainly; my heart goes to this year's Camp Radical; you guys gave an emotional impact. Thank you my dear best spirited school again. Heh.
"...the only school that gave me memories for a lifetime..."
"...my last whiff of freshies..."
Note to oneself : Go get some calamine lotion for that eeky rash on my legs.
Pitch Black and Brother's Departure; again
Off to Haji Lane this time to actually just bum around at Pitch Black and we really did nothing but bum around away from the hustle and bustle of the urban life; such serene vibes the area gives out. A nice getaway from the urban life. We watched the movie titled; Scoop at the place. Rather entertaining and amusing; anyway, Woody Allen rocks so there's no doubt. Hurhur. Pitch Black is a cafe and a movie screening loft. I call it a very nice homely "lepak" place. I had a Cheese Brownie, rather pewny but Interesting i might add. I mean, i've never heard of a Cheese brownie; but the weird concoction was rather good plus the nutella ice - cream; uber yummy. So photos below of Pitch Black @ Haji lane.
Yet again, the brother had left the country for Taiwan this time. Rah. Goodbye bestie. I swear he is making us (me and the other retards) miss him more week after week.
Anyway, i'm feeling rather bloated but i only ate tofu the whole day. It's weird, i thought tofu was healthy but yet my tummy feels squirmy (tofu overload! but i only had 2). Hmm. Besides that, my weekend was pretty okaye but dreadfully short. Nothing gloriously good comes out of it but a hole in my wallet. I was clearing my hard drives when i came across this photo where i just had to post it up, rather nostalgic in a sense where the era of Dick Tracy evolved. You know, you know? Dick Tracy? The private investigator dude who's decked in this funky yellow suit?? Hah, so yes the photo below taken during my Christmas party hurhur. Now what's missing in the photo is a dangling swaying lamp. Goodnight blogders
"...i need help lol..."
The Ferris Wheel
So, there was the whole buzz of the huge kick ass ferris wheel mounting at the bay of Singapore. And yes, as eager as everyone else, i myself can't wait for that darn wheel to rotate! Hurhur, the only ferris wheel i rode was in Parkway Parade. And yes there was one! I totally can't remember what game place was it called (Fun land? Fun World?) but they had a pretty carousel, a pewny ferris wheel, and life like size of crawling tigers and bears where kids sit on them for a mere a min or so or let me see, to travel a distance of 2 meters where parents snap away in their old school film reeled cameras screaming, "EEyeerr SO CUTE MY SON!!". Okaye anyway. Yes, as i was saying; i love Ferrish wheel rides (considering i only had one -_-") . So i knew the price for the Singapore Flyer will be over priced that it almost killed me but then again when i checked the price on the website, i was blown away (well not really la). It was $30 or so where i expected to be $50 per ride or so. Hmm =D. And they provide private parties in the capsules!! NOW now, you all know i love to organised parties right heh!
Anyway here you the Singapore Flyers, excerpts and images courtesy of www.singaporeflyer.com.sg
The Singapore Flyer, a giant observation wheel that features brilliant engineering breakthroughs a world apart from the traditional ferris wheel, is set to be Asia's most visible iconic visitor attraction. When completed in March 2008, it will provide breathtaking, panoramic views of Singapore and beyond.The Singapore Flyer will transform the visual landscape of the surrounding Marina Bay area. In addition to the Singapore Flyer, construction on Asia's largest business and financial centre has commenced and a world-class Integrated Resort (casino) is due to start operations in 2009. The Marina Barrage (a dam built across Singapore’s Marina channel) is also due for completion.
Diameter of the wheel: 150 metres
Height: 165 metres (the height of a 42-storey building)
Duration of ride: 37 minutes
Capsules: 28 fully air-conditioned and UV protected capsules with capacity for up to 30 people each.Each capsule measure 4 metres by 7 metres.
View from the top: Singapore's city; from Changi Airport to Sentosa Island, and beyond into parts of Malaysia and Indonesia.
Location:Raffles Avenue, Marina Bay.
The Flyer is within walking distance to over 4,000 five-star hotel rooms, the Singapore International Convention and Exhibition Centre, the Esplanade - Theatres By the Bay, and the new Marina Bay Sands Integrated Resort (casino), due for completion in late 2009.
Land Area: 33,700 square metres
Design - Architectural DesignInspiration for the Singapore Flyer sparked from national icons like the Eiffel Tower and the London Eye. On this inspiration, Dr. Kisho Kurokawa of Japan and DP Architects, Singapore developed the initial concept behind the Singapore Flyer’s design.
Renowned for his fascinating architectural concepts, Dr. Kisho Kurokawa delights in fusing other cultures into his designs. His choice of aesthetic features emphasise simplicity and harmony. Dr. Kisho Kurokawa's designs are unique and everlasting.
Dr Kurokawa’s work partner, DP Architects, is also well known for architectural excellence. It is one of the winning teams for the design of the Esplanade - Theatres on the Bay. Founded in 1967, the firm is mindful about creating architecture which reflects the human spirit and experience. It aspires to contribute to the Asian region as well as help Singapore transform into a City of Excellence in the 21st century.
Design - Capsule The Singapore Flyer capsule will be fitted with the latest cooling system, supported by a back-up air conditioning system and a solid roof. Passengers need not suffer from the heat when the capsule is 165 metres above the ground, for the capsules are fitted with UV protection to shield them from the blazing Singapore sun. The precision wind engineering also allows passengers to sit back, relax, and enjoy the spectacular skyline without worrying about any movements or vibrations.
Ergonomically designed, each capsule will measure 4 metres by 7 metres and will have an interior space of 30 square metres, comfortably accommodating a maximum of 30 passengers. The flyer also has elderly and wheelchair friendly synchronised double door entry/exit systems.
Lastly the price:
"...=D..."
Paris Oh Paris!
Okaye obviously, most of you clearly remember that Paris Hilton once did photoshoots for the brand Guess by Marciano right? Anyway, it was a frightful collaboration to have her as the face of Guess, well okaye honestly i like her look. She does have the "fuck me" look, pure slut i tell you, well with an edge of class la. ANYWAY, yes before she had her voice aired on radio (what was she thinking??) The nation had huge posters of her and tinkerbell (her dog) with her stretched out calve muscles and raunchy poses of her in Guess. With Tinkerbell awkwardly positioned right infront of her crotch giving the tiny pup a smirk on the face that we all remember. If you guys can't remember, i have some of the photos below.
Besides the point, the heiress was the covergirl of Guess and most of the merchandise had her photos printed on them. Bags, tees, whatsoever. It was a world wide epidemic that was spreading fast like the bird flu sweeping the entire globe, not forgetting her 1st solo attempte as singer with the song Stars Are Blind are heating up the soundwaves. I have to admit, i thought the song was sung by Gwen Stefani before knowing it was Paris and i kinda liked it until i found out it was yes, the heiress herself. I was trapped in Tekong at that point of time, so i was in an absolute solitary fortress not knowing what was going on in the urban life only with the aid of a radio. So it was as though Paris came to dominate and became the next Mao Zedong or something. So, i was wondering who on earth would actually buy such ghastly products with her on it. Really because i swore the products looked like some Barbie and Ken rip off. I could have sworn the Toy brand Martell, maker of barbies was rather overwhelmed by such inspiration. Now, how plastic is that? Oh anyway, to my surprise a dear friend got smitten by such plague of a virus during that outbreak even i thought ebola wasn;t as deadly until Paris came about.
For chrissakes! SHE ACTUALLY BOUGHT A DAMN PRODUCT WITH A PARIS HILTON'S FACE ON IT. She's none other than, AIRIN ASTUTY SAMSURI, i repeat; AIRIN ASTUTY SAMSURI.
She has skin thicker than an elephant. Parading down town with the bag. I present you, Airin and her yes, much loved (but she claimed she bought it for her sister) Paris bag. As though, the digital print of Paris's photo on the bag wasn't overwhelming enough, at the back of it she just had to rub it in by having the text, "I LOVE PARIS" with a much pweetttyyy glittery pink heart. Such revolutionised bimbo she is, yes the both of them.
*screamssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss*
Okaye, that's that. Saturday was well spent with the weekenders, from Expo-ing to towning and of course ended up chillin'. Yes i admit i went to the John Little sale with no shame. Eh cheap lei. I like. I'd kill for the pillows there because it was friggin' cheap and comfy especially the anti-bacteria feather filled pillow. As it slowly deflates back to the original shape and puffiness, i swore to god it's one of the most comfy things i've laid my head on. Okaye, i may sound quite auntish and himbotically profound but seriously, the John Little Mega Sale at Expo was packed with huge cheapos. Yes. I am being one of them. If i wasn't on a tight budget (saving up for the best friend's 22nd birthday gift) or going to town after that i would have bought the pillows. Not forgetting the cheap dettols, facial wash, long sleeve shirts and everything else. Argh. I swear, when i'm moving into my new home at the end of the year i would want to have those pillows for dead sure okaye. Nothing beats an orgasmic night rest on such comfortable duck feathers filled pillow. =D
With that done, to Town i proceed to check out the shoes i wanted to buy from Y-3 Yohji Yamamoto at Blackjack, Forum. And yes i found them and i laid my eyes on them instantly without any obstructions. It's S$569. Now, wail with me. I want the shoes so bad, the white and gold ones especially. But it's S$569. I repeat, S$569. Grr.
*pulls hair out!*
I WILL BUY THEM ONE FRIGGIN' DAY!
So we ended with Dinner at Sakura and Starbucks after that. Yes, good old mighty Starbucks. But yes, i was on a huge budget that i only brought 20 moolahs out. But 10 bucks goes to my EZ link and another 10 left. I REFUSE to use my card the whole day, because i am strictly saving up for the brother's birthday gift. No way, i am whipping my mastercard's or visa's out. NO WAY JOSE. No netts no nothing for the time being. Plus pay day is Tuesday, and i shall save most of it for the gift. But funny, not knowing yet what to buy him, well maybe i do. God knows. GRR. Oh yah back to Starbucks. With the aid of my Hazelnut Latte (my much loved drink be it cold or hot) and the rest of us (Airin, her sister + brother, Hasif, Rongsen and Liyana) the weekenders just slacked the night through. With that, major camera whoring began what's new aye? Oh we left at 145am with the aid of a night rider. Oh most of you know, that SBS has this bus somehwat like the night rider but the no.s are like 1N, 2n, 3N, etc right? I swear i love it. I took the 4N home, and in a mere 15mins, i'm home. Now how swell is that, $2.50 for a trip equivalent as cab. Screw midnight charges! Heh. Anyway, photos up!
Okaye, i'm gonna post up the wishlist collage i did the other time because it's pretty and i want them all. Or blatantly said, it's A HUGE CLUE AND HINT for all of your for my 22nd birthday in 5 friggin' months. A little tad early huh. MAHAHAHA and i said Airin had skin thicker than an Elephant. Hurhur. No feast on; again.
''...monday already?..."
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But i'm watching tv. Later la.
Ba Humbug (I just felt typing that as the title heh)
Nothing fun occurred on my Good Friday holiday. I managed to actually form a mould out of my bed by just staying in, with perfect weather outside and i perfectly wasted my time at home. Just because, i felt like it. The whole day, i just feel as though someone pierced me through the heart. No not literally you dimwits, but it's a day of reflections and much pondering about; life. (yes i've said it, LIFE)
Realization came, that my life is a living hell. There were the sugar coated moments, but apparently; hell was more distinctive and vividly remembered by yours truly. Today was rather truly melancholic for me. This what happens what you absurdly do nothing but just bum at home. Where the vision wanders around the room thinking of everything you've had done, or in the processing or yet to be done. Relentlessly, the past, present and future. I'm glad enough that such mood swings today didn't plunge into a major depression or otherwise my face could apparently resemble an eggplant. Eggplant, hmm i wonder who invented the word brinjal anyway? I knew i did some research in the past before but my brain was a total let down tonight. Okaye pardon me, that was rather random.
I am going to be 22 this year in a matter of 5 months. Which is pretty fast considering, i still remember my 21st birthday bash vividly as though it happened just a few days back. ANYWAY, besides that point, as i marked my 22nd year in life, which is yes i'll be a year shorter to death annually; i realised man-o-pause is going to kick in soon (get it? get it man-o-pause??! okaye nevermind..) what i meant was that; i'm getting friggin' old for this young society. Seriously, i was bloghopping and friendstering and i saw all this cutesy-wutesy testimonials and entries which made my skin crawl for some reason. BUT, to remember the fact was that; i was once in those shoes; and yes YOU GUYS TOO ALRIGHT. The mind became mature i guess (what?! IT HAS TO BE MATURE).
Bah. I want to be playing lego's all day long and not to worry about anything in the world. Because now it seems as though the whole world is on my shoulders, and i'm only 21 (i shall cease the fact i'm turning 22 in 5 months time). I was reading the papers and stuff, when i realize kids these days are all business minded and stuff; and they're only 17. When i was 17, i was hoping to turn 18 soon; so everything would sort off legal, clubbing and drinking and that's all i care. Tsk, izk, tsk. Now, these kids who are making thousands monthly because let me see, sales, websites and what ever shitnits of innovative ideas of moolahs making; and i just started mine. Talking about late bloomer aye? Enough about that, my business making project will be unveiled shortly. Back to topic, could it be the generation gap or money-making runs in the bloodline of everyone now?
Well, somehow i wished i had business traits in me. I have design blood but then again, it seemed nothing new for my family because most are architects or creative directors. I remembered clearly when i completed my o-levels; there was a tiff in my family wanting me to go JC or Poly. As clearly stated, i wanted to pursue design since Secondary 3! and yes complications in the family arose. Not the immediate family that is. The snobbish aunties and uncles that lead me through a crazy hectic life. Funneh was that, they were surprised enough i did pretty okaye for my O's, and was qualified for JC and Poly, BAHZ. Stereotyping assholes. Anyway, my point is that since i didn't want to go JC and lead those typical-books-in-your-face people, they wanted me to actually take up business. WHICH i refused! And yes as you can see, i decided to take a path of my own choice. But now, thinking back i was wondering if i were to take up business, would i still excel in the design world or am i just balancing off making money and still learning about designing (making me a photoshop idiot now, but I AM NOT)?
Whatever it is, i've lead my way and i think i'm happy about it. Plus, i found my best friend through design; literally. Righto Jason my bro? =D
Phlegm, came through my mind. Such word. Okaye nevermind a randomite was barfed out here..
Well, seriously, i have no clue what this entry had lead too but yes, i just wanna say the fact is that; i am just old. And i think i took a step to slow to venture into business. There wasn't regrets for me plunging into design because now, the business i'm doing involved my design works. And who say in the world, design doesn't make sufficient income? Hmph!
"...excuse me?..."
Metabolism Rates
I admire people who are skinny as hell, but enjoy gorging down food because no ounce of fat will accumulate. Well maybe, slight exaggeration is implemented here where MAYBE an ounce of fat will accumulate but NO ONE will friggin' notice. ARGH. The world is unfair. I love food, and i am proud to call myself a foodaholic but the strenuous part of it all is to shed the pounds off because the fats gained apparently is visible to the damn naked eye within DAYS.
I love to cook. I really do. But, the mind tells me me that with the food i've cooked, i've to watch what i swallow and indulge because i know weight will be an issue here. After loosing 22 friggin' kilograms during bmt, i am sadly said i've gained back at least 5kg now. It hurts pretty much because after the toil and sufferings i went through in that 3 damn months, gaining it back could be effortless. Now, tell me how unfair is that.
Lasagna's, pasta's, white sauce baked rice, sushi's, brownies with ice-creams, etc. The delectables are tantalizing and yes mouth watering. But what a bummer because they're the mean fat gainers in this topic. Why can't yummy food tastes yucky and fucky? And yucky food, well tastes as it is. I don't use the lift now, but the stairs are my aid to shed some pounds, i don't indulge alot now, but over the weekends is like a once in a week indulgence. For e.g. last week, i had sushi, yummaye i might add. But that's it. A strict diet shall be part of my daily schedule. And lately, i eat only a meal a day because no, i am not starving myself to death here. But i decide to put my cravings aside than to just gorge down food every hour or when i feel like it. As much as i yearn to do so but i've got to think of my god damn future. Rah Rah.
It sucks, to actually have good food around you and to discover that every morsel of such decadence will result into great pure fat gained. I know, i know; exercise helps. But then again, i know somewhere in us wishes that exercise never existed and gaining weight is just pure myth. Hmph. It's just a dream i tell you. Okaye; now the main motive is to be on a diet. Not those bullimic or anorexic diet but a healthy one. Let time pass by and we'll see if more weigt will be shed in the future. *crosses finger*
It's Good Friday now, and com'on guys enjoy your Friday by sleeping in because i know i will, work week is done and thank god. =D Hmm, now i wish the hands of clock would actually move slower and that would be better. I just a yummy bowl of tom yam, proudly made by the parental. The heat is churning in my tummy but it left me satisfied than ever. Now, i shall do some sit ups before i tuck in myself. Haha; i shall and will stay onto my word to be on a diet. AND I WILL. Goodnight ya'll.
"...fat burner..."
Seriously, i don't get the whole picture of television reality show, The Dancefloor. They're a rip off from America's, So You Think You Can Dance? but with really bad quality dancers unlike the Americans. But besides that point, The Dancefloor; Firstly, they have bad hosts, pardon me Glen and FD, seriously you guys are better off heard than seen. And Jade, oh my dear Jade, would a rose in any other name smell as sweet? But that's it. It's pretty much the outlook, yes you're hot and pretty and all, but like i say; That's it. Somehow, i thought Li-lin would be off as a better host than a judge. Well, i didn't say here i'm a better host to be criticising such veterans in the media (ok maybe not a veteran enough for Jade) but, it's the audience viewing pleasure here that comes in concern. And yes, i am 1 of the trillions of people watching, that watches the show, sort off religously. If i am not happy, apparently i know i am not the only one. Hey, check out the ratings in the papers; they share my concern too!
Hmm. Next, the show was below the nation's rating during the first few episodes. I wasn't surprise, the first few episodes showing the "rah-rahness" of the auditions were pretty much, exaggerated so yah and like the papers said, normally singing competitions creates a much more powerful impact to the society. Like they say, music is soul.
Oh, The Dancefloor, has really bad song remixes, or records. They re-recorded the song with another singer which is sometimes horrible. For e.g. this week, IT'S THE MOST HORRIBLE IMOGEN HEAP - GOODNIGHT AND GO I'VE EVER HEARD!!! omg. Such a disgrace to such an eclectic singer. Thank god, Soul's Fusion - What Hurst The Most was okaye, and it's my god damn blog song okaye! Tsk tsk. Last but not least, CAN SINGAPOREANS VOTE RIGHT?
Firstly, Break Force Crew got kicked out, and it was pretty much an "Oh My God!" moment. And next was Batucadas, so i thought Singapore voted right. BUT WHEN STYLES FROM BEYOND got kicked out; SHEESH! Bodoh nak mampos. The performance they did last week for the Asian Fusion was fantastic enough and yes i voted enought but not enough to have my favourite ones in, ARE YOU ALL BLIND??
.....................................................Styles From Beyond, bubbye =(Maybe the lack of quality issues lies in most of you. I'm being direct here, because sometimes the nation can't get things right. Tsk tsk. Soul Fusion is in the bottom 3 in 3 friggin' weeks in a row, and they are superb dancers. When Andy from Soul Fusion messaged me in Friendster that he was disappointed to be in the bottom 3 again, i didn't expect the notion to return this week. The notion should be screwed. Soul Fusion possesses quality routines and performances week after week with full of calibre and substance; they're versatile enough to portray out each theme succesfully and nonetheless this week too. Tsk, and yet they fall in the bottom 3. Esquared remains mediocre but to me, they're just sucky and yet they've never been in the bottom 3 ever. They just might have the entire international school put on auto to vote them endlessly a week because of their cutesy girly smiley. Tsk. People, look at talent please.
Hate me for all i care, but i'm opinionated enough to voice out my mind in my blog. Hate the language i translate? but too bad la, it is best to be direct and frank because it is a matter of my mind isn't it? Does it matter to the public? It is weird if it does, because i recall in late 2005 after my 19th birthday, that my blog triggered some really "trapped in a shell" people, causing them to be so troubled, traumatized and yes angry. But i laughed it off, you know why, they're angry with what i said because somewhere somehow it's somewhat true and they couldn't accept the fact. Or, they're just temperamental and egoistical. Either that, they're just new to my straight-forwardness and have not accepted certain acts extreme mindsets (its not even extreme to begin with) Oh well, my domain remains open minded and curses/swears/vulgarities are somewhat spilled like blood during war. =D World wide web indeed, hello world HEAR ME ROAR! heh.
My opinion who rocked The Dancefloor -
Soul Fusion :D
Platinum :D
And those who oughta to be out -
Melvin and Sharon :P
E Squared :POkaye, on a positive note, the reason i watched the show is to see Li-lin's killer remarks for each group and yes i like dance la. But that's it la. The show is no Singapore/American Idol but good effort to come up with such show because the prize money kicks ass man! Heh
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Anyway, ONE MORE WORKING DAY YAY!
heh. Oh i've decided to venture myself into something. And right now, i'm in the midst of processing this huge project of mind. I hope the outcome will be fair enough to be accepted and accounted for =D! I can't wait for the outcome! Like totally!!!!!!!!!! But right now, i shan't breathe a word of what i'm doing but give it a month or two and i promise that the project will be unveil! hee.
Goodnight fellow readers of izk-ed.
"...wah long long..."
2 More Working Days!
I swear, this week goes by like the damn wind! Now with Friday, being a public holiday, my weekends are longer than usual. Now, that is literally, a Good Friday oh plus i love the chocolatey egg's i received from the parental company's hamper. Hee.
I have those late night inevitable feelings once again. But then again, it's been awhile since those crappy-motions kicked in. I shall rejoice it with pure emotional moodswings, which i currently am. I lost another kg of fats, now that's a joy for me =D That doesn't make me jump out of my seat though. Well, it's all about being emo for now, better still when the itunes JUST blasted Tigerlily - Matchbook Romance. It's a whole lot of rubbing in going on now. Hmm, things with me and my current girlfriend is not going so well. I have my ways and she has hers. And now, i guess she's hiking somewhere in the Alps, or maybe throwing coins into fountains in Rome. God knows, well just for you to know she's backpacking in Europe for 1 and half month.
Ask me, do i miss her? I have no clue, maybe a little but the problem is that, we're on a very rough stage; with her in Europe now things seemed better far apart. Geez god knows. Maybe, it's a foolish little act, that we jump into the bandwagon of getting hitched. I've yet to develop that warm fuzzy feeling in my tummy which i clearly define as love to me. Well, i'm unsure about this, will it last or will it not? No, i'm not a crude little guy relentlessly typing this entry full of glee, but things now are quizzical. I myself am not sure what i'm feeling, and guess what? I am definitely not alone; it goes to the other half as well. Whatever the future is, just bring it on.
Somehow right now, i wish i was living on an exorbitant luxury. A huge mansion, with an edge pool overlooking the sea, huge pretty lawns as the rainbow is being splashed in the sky and 20 maserati's and ferrari's nicely decked in the garage. Oh plus, i've always wanted a cinema in the house, not those projector screen gimmick but a real kickass cinema; think golden village. I wanted to have a bowling alley, but it's too over-rated la, even that condo in Simei, Savannah; has it. Bahz. Maybe, i could keep my very own exotic animals in my backyard. Little tiger cubs running aroung, with antelopes galloping down the acres of land and flamingoes decked my pond.
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OH MY GOD LA IZK! somebody ought to push me back into reality or smack my head real hard that my eyeballs comes gushing out.
Dreams, dreams and dreams. My dreams are plain whacky and outrageous at times. If i were to add in that sure-crazy-and-go-and-die-luxury in my wishlist, people will stand screaming at me not only with their lungs out but the entire guts in them. If only, one fine day Bill Gates would come across my humble blog of mine and donate maybe say a million or two into my bank account? Nonsensical izk, utter nonsense i say.
I think i just experienced an epiphany, that might change the way i view myself. That is to work hard and earny my damn own moolahs. Wait a minute, that's not even close to an epiphany, IT'S BLOODY REALITY!
*what a bummer*
Ok la, let me manifest myself in my myriads of options getting rich and happy now. With that good night. Oh, belows a photo in whosgoing.sg. =D
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Ok la, there's a photo below that i added. And that photo marks alot of memories for me and how much i missed it. It's somewhat a last supper with my family to mark the end of our Major Project. It was a year back, i really miss those rushing-projects-late-supper-drive-out days. Really alot. It may make me whimper in my chair, but those moments are the moments that i wouldn't even want to trade it for the world. I miss the ghose hunts we go through, from the old Ford Factory, to visiting my daddy's grave in the middle of the night.
Yes, to all involved; Jason, Weijian, Liyana, Weimin, Rongsen, Denise and Mahtani; miss you guys tonnes, even weekends meetup doesn't beat those moments and nothing much but can we have a moment like those times before? Okaye, i don't give a shit i'm putting this moment to be relived again in my wishlist!
"...clap your hands..."
Dressup Saturday :D
Dressup Saturday was well spent! I mean hell yeah, it's one of those days where we shopped till we dropped (well in a way la), dorned out our favourite clothes (in a way too) and yes, being extremmmelly overly dressed for the day. Heh. Met up with the weekenders as usuals except that the brother, the-really-being-missed-by-us brother. With okaye, okaye, Dressup saturday wasn't only towning around just to show off our clothes but of course la we ended up shopping, pubbing and clubbing. HAHA.
To the cannery! and this time not looking like shit, phew. Met up with Victoria and Anny and off to the Butter Factory. With impecabble moodswings cos i was in a way hungry, i actually had fun! haha. Anyway, i'll post photos from Cuba Libre today, cos whosgoing.sg has yet to upload our photo at the webbie.
Hmm. This is funny when it comes to weekends because realisation came is that, we ran out of options to go out. I mean i have a gazellion and one but we ended up at the same place. Either bumming in town or Clarkequay, which no matter what i will spend at least a few moolahs. Because, in life we ought to spend some money to enjoy some delectables. Sometimes, i don't even find the point to actually go out and to have every single thing is on a budget (well sometimes only la) or at least not to talk about the price especially on food and beverages. Once in awhile is okaye la, if its extremely way off. Argh. I don't know, i guess my point is that, what's the point of going out when you do not want to spend? Like what's the point of visiting a shop religiously but ended up not buying anything? As though we're living in a life where is just good to see but not to own it. I understand, not everyone's well off but then again, isn't it more painful to actually not to purchase anything, when you're in the damn shop? Its pretty much like, why bother visiting when you can even afford it when looking at it pleases the eyes but not the heart.
Well one way or another at least it pleases the eye. You like, you buy it. No money? don't even go near it. Okla it's quite crude, but it's notion that i've been brought up with. Is like clubbing, why do we not want to go clubbing; cover charge. As for me, i'm prepared to pay cover charge to actually enjoy myself. Everything comes with a price, nothing comes for free. If everything is being thought on that every single cash out will make anyone feel miserable, i wonder what is joy to anyone. Geez i don't know. It's up to oneself in this case i guess.
Anyway, sidetrack abit ar. I just need to voice out, Anny, how old are you again? 22 right? It's funny to actually see someone to have a curfew at that age. No harm or offence what so ever. Why? Are your parents that strict? Seriously, i think you do know how to lead your life well right? As matter of fact, you're a working adult now and yet curfews seemed to be part of the rule book, your rule book that is. Somehow, in terms of public socialising and having fun you're not to the extend of maturity yet it seems that you need someone to accompany you everywhere you go, not only the loo here okaye. It's kinda weird. Just weird, if you gonna say, that you're a girl? It's sorta obvious right??? And please la, it's the blardie 21st century, who say girls don't rule? Ok whatever. I'm just voicing out a mindset off my mind that has been bothering me way way wayyy back. But no offence Anny alright?, is just weird to see it that way that you should voice out to people your platform on where you standing to just relying on "But i'm only a girl" status.
Okaye i'm tired now. I wish for Saturday all over again because companion of the bestfriend rocks always. =D Okaye, till again we meet. HEH. Dressup saturday rocks!
Plus. Happy April Fools All!
"...the bro and the weekenders rocked..."
