I JUST WENT TO LITTLE INDIA AND WALKED THERE FOR LIKE THREE HOURS ON SUNDAY.

Chikungunya virus alright, man.

HARKHARK.

Eh i didn't get any terror bites, tyvm.

Rainbow spotted. The last time i actually saw a real rainbow not counting the ones in moronic cartoons featuring ponies that are too-colourful-in-an-unimaginative-way should be in peethree, and it isn't even a complete one. Coolness. Must be because of the weird sun-and-rain combo. Aww and how sweet they all appear after school.

OMG APP1. OMG Veron The Old Hag Seamstress makes such a wonderful storyteller. Seam. Stress. SeAm. StReSs. Ohwellsxz.

Haha i pwn all ages,races, sizes in bus warfare.

Delicious.

Oh one last thing. Just watched 'Air Crash Investigation' on NatGeo, and it talked about this plane accident where the top part of a Boeing-707 got blown away in high altitude and narrated the whole cruciating(lololol Cruciatus) thirteen minutes till the plane landed. Very miraculously, only one crew member died. Apparently she flew out of the plane, like ee. Superbly arresting. Well if you are interested, whatnot for some general knowledge.

Flight 243. Man.

Hi.

1. P.O. helps to satisfy my inner girlish desires.

2. From today(28 January 2008) onwards, i offer my excellent services to Queen Elizabeth(or some other Queenish character) whose face is emblazoned on my new badge.

3. Bus Service Eighty actually goes past Gheylang. =D

4. Some poor auntie probably killed a dozen million brain cells knocking her head against the window glass panel on the bus each time her neck muscles decide to stray towards the left.

5. I feel like meeting a robber so that i can punch-kick-slash him. Uh no, touch jelutong/willow/oak. Eh potentialites, me not rich. At all.

6. I shall stop getting associated with Eve's inner Beng which is seemingly getting stronger and get rid of all the unnecessary nb-ing already.

Mah favourite number is SIX.
Mah favourite colour is YELLOW.

Stop and staaaaaaaaaaaaaare.

Hi.

I went on a cultural trip today.

Yessssss.

So.







That's about it. Uh hm.

OH MY GOD IT IS TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHT.

2-0-0-8.

二零零八。

Due mile otto.

I'M EIGHTEEN THIS YEAR.

18.

ONE-EIGHT.

Dichiotto.

fuck.


REALISATION FTW.

You know why some people take so long in the changing rooms?

They take photographs.

Hi. My brain went through minor makeover/transformation this afternoon, just from reading stuff.

The topic sentence of this entry is not the above.

What matters is. I never knew a simple one-and-a-half-hour trip to a nearby neighbourhood mall can give me so much inspiration. I set off with a few tasks to complete.

Mission: Testing for Customer Service - Part One
Noting that there's no 'No Food & Drinks' poster pasted anywhere, we ventured into Comics Connectivity(name changed to protect identity and possible legal action) with steaming piping hot carrot cakes. The two shop staff look at us suspiciously though. In the end we failed and were told not to eat inside the shop. Siansxz.

Mission: Testing for Customer Service - Part Two
A must-go would be Giant Toons(name changed to protect identity and possible legal action). "Welcome to ____ Toons!" is what i always go in for. Mission failed though, they didn't regard minors as potential money-spenders.

Mission: To Look for Inspiration @Metro
Okay right, just an excuse to go looking at clothes. Nothing worth talking of. But there were these racerbacks with angel wings pasted on the back, of all sorts of colour combinations. And the erected stand there says 'Angel Wings - $26.90'. Like HAHAHALMAO. I hope that they know Halloween is nine months away.

Secondly. Test-drived this Mio-Puppy toy at the kids' section. It's those kind of battery-operated 'pet' you get as a birthday present for a semi-retarded nephew with an Intelligence Quotient of 30. Not very fun leh, i'd say, although i unabashedly admit i have similar toys at home.

Mission: I need to use less colours.
Yes.


Sembawang is recruiting. But i'm too young for the minimum age. :] :[

Oh i choked on the deadly blueberry chewing gummy twice.

That's all. It's a Friday tomorrow. Venture! ThatCDShop. Don't ask which. Threeforfifties, melikey.

HOORAY. No class today so that we can work on our A2 drawing, and i've not touched a single bit, and the paper lies there beside my backpack, curled up with a red rubber band, waiting for its owner's caress.

I'll give it the deserved attention right now.

Numbers, Numbers, Numbersxz!

1. I slept at 4.30am today. Hm.
2. I went to the bookshop for a total of FIVE times today. Record high.
3. I used a total of EIGHT mounting boards today.
4. My monetary loss accounts to x, where $(10 > x > 20).
5. I just borrowed FIVE cds from the library. That'sthelimit.
6. This is my SECOND time at the CAD Lab.
7. No ONE else is in school and i am bored to the 1247608990363%.
8. I feel like sleeping for TWENTY-FOUR hours straight right now.

Goodness i am bored.

I love reading my posts.

Is that a sign of narcissism?


Nice colour combo, i'd say.

Qwertyuiopasdfgish.

[Insert swear word(s).]

I think from this moment onwards till the very tinyminipunyexactminiscule second the clock strikes twelve on one-one-one-oh, i will be fretting over how to spend life to the fullest for the remaining 260 or so days. It's not that long j00 see?! As P.O. said, January is almost over. And wot with every year passing extremely quickly when you're 20. Shut up already.

Yeah i seriously don't wanna think about this but it keeps popping up. Guess it'll last until the day itself. And wdv, it's nightime, the influx-of-thoughts-good-or-bad-useful-or-useless time. Pfft.

This topic has seriously become an everyday subject over meals in school, like oh-look-at-that-long-haired-hottie kind of way.

Well i guess it's a common problem. Look at my brother. 22 this year, young twenties. Next year, can still make the margin. And the following, MID TWENTIES LIKE OH-EMM-GEE. And he said it himself. Well at least i got this only consolation.

Eh look i seriously don't need the '1990' to prove my extreme wit/matured brain/cool mentality. Screw you whoever invented age. Blarh.

Oh and wossup with 'age groups'. CATERGORISED CATEGORISED DISCRIMINATION! So 18 is officially the end of teenage life. And we move on to young adult. Daaaaaaaaang it i should stop doing emo/dark VPEss posters. Affects m0isxz adversely. Yeah as i was saying, and, ee like three years only before you throw a giant, seven-hundred-bucks, a-thousand-guests, preferrably-at-a-chalet(based on bro's but $700 ain't exactly true tyvm) birthday party to celebrate your OFFICIAL(that's the hardest thing to say but it makes you accept everything, reluctantly or not) walk into adulthood. AWE-KICKASS-SOME.

BAMWHAMBANG 16-17 is seriously the Time of Everyone's Life. Shit what will happen to excuses for teen angsts and sudden mood swings or explicit emo-ness? OH-MY-HOOBLEWHAMMYTWANGINGSHEEP this is so gonna snap me into twothreefour.

I see i am getting incoherent, many thanks to Level 5 Art Studio as well.

And wth MCR's 'Cancer' always plays at very appropriate times. It's a curse i tell j00.

And dang i should be drawing figures.

But.

Like eee who can imagine himself/herself being a TWENTY-YEAR-OLD like that. TWO YEARS TWO YEARS! Gah. Shut out the thoughts, thyself. Who am i telling this overly-spun, horrendous, GIGANTIC lie to. Man.

To hell with new year resolutions. GO.EAT.SHIT.

:(

Doifrigginglyfuggingfreakeneffingneedtoexplainanyfurther.

On a sidenote.

For those of the same age, may we find happiness in the x months to goodbye(sounds morbid but i am so very serious and solemn about this alright).

For those who are young and alive, enjoy and don't gloat please tyvm. Your graceful efforts will be eternally and mortally remembered and cherished.


[Begs my other (rational) self to return.]


Humblest apologies.

For any inconvenience/suicidal thoughts/depressed moods caused.

TOOT. TOOOOOOOOOOT. TOOT.TOOOOO-TOOT.(overlap/intrusion, see?)

And the (censored) vulgarities as well.


"You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
And if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to ya

So go, go away, just go, run, run away.
But where did you run to? And where did you hide?
Go find another way, price you pay"

- My Chemical Romance 'Disenchanted'


Another thing to mull over.

Let's see how far we've come/we'll go.

What the cowly crap hell can we do with shit school life.

Gawpinggawdnessthisbullshitismentallyandphysicallydraining.


Lord Zedious can't save me now, and peas will not be with me.

EFFING SHIT.


I SAID PARDON THE VULGARITIES PLEASE.

After all this is not a place for the general public right. :]


Please tell me you sensed the cold hard fakeness in that smile.


I know. My rational self just isn't powerful enough. Suppress, erase, replace.

The Constructive Cranial Conversation


Rightie: Sheeet i am so dead.

Leftie: See lah? See? Told you 'work first, play later'.

Rightie: Right. Don't worry i got till 3pm tomorrow.

Leftie: And that's including travel time.

Rightie: Yeah i know, we can do it.

Leftie: j00 do it yourself, tyvm.

Rightie: Nah, it'll be fine. We've been through worse times.


Hm yuppp. I figured we need to look at stuff in another perspective sometimes, right? :]
Unfortunately i did not make up the story and it is the very truth, every single ounce/inch/centimetre. :[

Oh, not forgetting VPEss, Assignment 1 & 2, Wednesday. I.LOVE.THE.ACTION. Whoo.


Leftie: You. Art. So. Dead. I. Tell. You.

Rightie: I know awe-ray-dee. Plastic sheeeeeeeeeet.

Leftie: I'm glad you know.

You wouldn't believe how suicidal i am now.

Let me rant okay please tyvm.

I am gonna work. WORKWORKWORKWORK.

And. I am gonna buy all the CDs. BUYBUYBUYBUY.

In preparation for SingFest2008.

I tell you, i will.

I will run onstage and hug William Beckett.

(Provided the barrier breaks.)

I will, i tell you.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Pfft.

2, 3, 4 August. QWERTY!

What Lee Ka Sia Means

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life. You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip. People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

OHMYGOAT HOW COULD IT BE SO FRIGGING TRUE?

ohgoodness. dang.

The Twits

Hi.

Someone suggested i do this. And since basically i have nothing of paramount importance to do now, i shall.

Compilation of Words/Phrases Commonly Used In Cyberspace NOW
Let's start with the basics alright.
1. Add a 's' or a 'z' to the end of EACH AND EVERY word as you deem appropriate.
E.g. iies, euus
2. Double/triple up the vowels/anything else you can find.
E.g. hi - hiies
twitter - twiitter
3. Change all the 'o's to '0's.
E.g. wor - w0rx
broken - br0ken
4. Change the letter 'g' to 'q'.
E.g. lagging - laqqinq
5. Change 'th' to 'dh'.
E.g. then - dhenss
that -dhatss
6. Change all the 's' to become 'sh'/ vary all words with singlish-sounding startings/endings.
Eg. is - ishh
7. Mutate/modify EACH AND EVERY word you can find to include as many letters as possible.
E.g. too - tuhhs
lah - luhhs
8. Leave a space between the last letter of a sentence and the full stop.
E.g. I am going home .
9. For maximum impact, include some leet(1337) language as well.
E.g. hate - h4t3sxz
10. Just change EVERYTHING you can change already, AND use a lot of smileys.
E.g. <333
Refer to the other post for more information.

Now moving on. Let's do sentences.
1. I like to eat mangoes.
Typical twiiter: iiess lykk tuhh eat mang0ess.
2. Is that your brother?
Typical twiiter: iishh dhat y0ur br0?
3. I don't know.
Typical twiiter: iies duunchh noes.


My Definition of
Twit
1.v to speak/write/type in a 'explosive'/'extravagant' way by the use of repetitions and modification of certain words.
2.v the action of totally annoying someone.
3.n Singapore a person who does the above action(s), have no life and not know he/she is irritating to the deadest core, found more commonly in Southeast Asia.


The Complete Dictionary of Contemporary 'Twiitteriish' English
(okay, i'll try to make it as complete as possible.)
Greetings
[hi] hiies
[hello] harl0ws
[bye] buais
[byebye] baiibaii

Pronouns
[i] iies
[you] euu
[they] dhey
[them] dhem
[her] herr
[him] himm

Miscellaneous
[to/too] tuhhx
[yes] yesh
[no] noes
[not] norrt
[don't] dunnchh
[oh] orhss
[wor] w0rxx
[neh] nehss
[for] ferr
[please] pl0xx


To Twit or Not to Twit
Not recommended.
For mockery, exaggerate EVERYTHING.
Like, iies luvss tuhh twiit w0rsxzsxzxzsxzsxz.


The Twit Report
Yup. Basically, it is the essence of 'twitting' that makes up most part of the 'new' language found on the web right now, especially in local games, and the number of 'users' are on the rise. There is no scientific research or collected data to prove(or explain) this phenomenon; all information is given based on my personal observations.

Undoubtedly, it takes a much longer time to type in this self-deprecating manner. So why? Ohwellz i am not a sociologist or education expert don'taskme. I can only guess that the action of twitting provides stress relief to our very tense students of SG.

Or maybe it could be part of the social 'cycle' process. People get tired of 'simplistic' writing and try to 'complicate' stuff. Maybe there'll be a reform when they get tired of it.

It's sad. I don't know how students are gonna pass their vocabulary. Ohnose.


Helpful Links/References
1. Free Online Dictionary - The Definition of 'Twitting'
2. Urban Dictionary - 1337


[Pull Back to Earth; Insert Proper Stuff]

OHH EMM GEE this is tiring looooool. To come up with something from nothing, youthinkwot.

I love lists. The longer the better.

Jeezuscheezels suffering from sniffing-nose from the over-generous cold waves in the bus today. Snore.

I expect a busy weekend.

Suchisthezediousityoflifeandschool.

On a random note. More people are using ':]'. How saddeth. I thought i invented it. :|




[Insert CURRENT Proper Stuff NOW, 21:51]

This post is like half-a-day late but nevermindlahhor.

And it's finally Friday!

Alright this post took me long enough.

21:51, outtahere.

Serious Thought of the Day:

Singapore will cease to exist in 100 years.

Yeah, it isn't that far away if you think of it. You and me will probably be six feet under. But your children will most likely be affected, and your grandchildren WILL very much be affected.

Richard was telling us about this in VPEss class. I like these though-provoking/inducing moments when he brings up something worth racking your brain over. So. When sea levels rise by six sexay metres, Singapore will be very well underwater. And that would happen in 100 years' time. So, treat your "Malaysian uncles and aunties well". Mr Richard Rich Guy(lecturers are zedding rich) contemplates buying a piece of land in Malaysia, cause "they have all the land". Planning for the future huh.

Think Venice man. Sinking inches by inches per year.

I was reminded of "The Day After Tomorrow". GMOomgGMOomg water water everywhere. Sick. To me, water and fire make up the Worst Death Scenarios.

The Lost Island of Singapore. :[

Okay at least i know i love my country now. :]

Maybe we could try Holland's way; keep the water out with the help of technology. Shouldn't be too hard, considering the 704.0 sq-km size.


Sidenote of the Day:

I have a horrendous dislike of OVER-APOLOGETIC people who say "sorry" in multiples of three, like some over-enthusiastic PRE-NURSERY kid.

No, i didn't even do that when i was five. Yeah, please take note that saying "SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY!"(fast-forwarded tyvm) doesn't maximise the effect of the used-largely-enough social word and remove 100% of the damage done. Instead, it gets on people's nerves.

Like this POLY girl, she was stepping on my shoelace while boarding the bus. I said "Excuse me" and pointed down at my poor shoelace which is black enough, complete with wax and all from TexMan. She was LIKE OHH EMM GEE. I should have expected. I wouldn't have spoken had it not hamper on my progress on getting up the bus.

Which leads me to. I have a severe loathing for frettish(read: ganjiong/tendency-to-be-flustered) people. Chill man, everything's gonna be alrightttttttt. Ohwellxzxszxzzxzs, i guess that leaves allowance for 'cool' people to exist.

To remind myself constantly of these things so that they don't get chucked to the back of my brain:
1. Pack, pack, pack, CNY is daysssssssss away. (I don't really care but it is a SOURCE OF MOTIVATION dangit.)
2. Rip more.
3. Get a job. (I dunno where the one Vivian got went.)
4. Put in moreMOREmoreMORE effort in schoolwork. (This is gonna be tough.)
5. Stop deceiving myself that "I CAN'T DRAW!" when looking at my sketchbook. (But i really can't. Ohno, Ethel says that EVERYONE CAN DRAW. :])
6. DIEdyeDIEdye. Yes, dye job. I'll get the grey right this time.
7. Be OFFCIALLY multi-talented.
8. Do something that i am not supposed to do before i turn one-eight. Sounds painful. Thus.
9. Not to be reminded of my age.

And.

I've got work to do.

Undesirable 'Bus' Behaviour

1. People who push, squeeze, bang, wham, or make any kind of action that annoys me and my backpack.
2. People who sit with their legs OPENED in a 90 degrees position measuring more than 30cm across; applies generally to guys.
3. People who scramble UP the bus like they are on rations.
4. Errant bus drivers, especially on 27.
5. Super slow bus services. (yeah sidetrack wee bit.)

TYVMifyouread.



And.



To William Beckett. :]

Ohdang i forgot to do homework. Hahaha.

Nononononono, i don't wanna grow uppppppppppppppppp.

Nononononono, i don't wanna have legal/certified permission to drink/smoke/stay out late after 11pm. I don't need themmmmmmm (anyway).

Nononononono, take it back, throwing it back to you, shotput/javelin manner.

Take it back lah.

Meanwhile i'm wondering why my peers are all so busy while i am rotting in front of some white screen crap. Maybe i should get a job to make myself look busy. Or maybe it's because i procrastinate too much such that 'busy' stuff to do in the day are rushed anyhow-ly at night, such that i don't seem busy when i should be. Tsktsk. The night's getting on me.

Busi-ness and riches, makes sense.

Lordzediousandpeasbewithme.

Zz.











I should be sleeping.
I should be sleeping.
I should be sleeping.

I should sleep early.
I should sleep early.
I should sleep early.

Starting, 14 January 2008, Monday.

Yes. I've got less than 24 hours to start. Preeeeeedeeeeeeee good. :]

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

Alright, i have no other way to start this post. LOOOOOOOOOONG but GREAAAAAAAAT day.

Reported 9.15am for Open House. LAST DAY, i had to go! Hell lot of people today. Damn shiok can. A father complimented me can lolololol. Yeah never talked to so many people before.

Besides work we had side events. Went around koping badges, slacking in air-con with Botak Jones, going over to engine to taunt some "oei!" blahblahblah. Very long day. Somehow there was a lack of manpower, though we sneaked off enough. Was just in time for Chicky Dance man.

Ended duty at 5.15pm. Near to the endoftheday DESIGN was like creh-zeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. So damn high, all the cheers and shit. And we started blocking off the walkway as someone loudspeaked, "FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT BEFORE DESIGN GALLERY IS CLOSED! DON'T WAIT ONE MORE YEAAAAAAAAR!". The guys were like holding pieces of paper that say,"We lost our voices", "Please go on tours with our tour guides". Like, rofl. And this Ronald guy started giving out free hugs. After a bit it was like FORCED hugs. "DON"T WAIT ONE MORE YEAR FOR FREE HUGS!" Goodness hilarious plasticSHEET.

And thereafter, debriefed. OH EMM GEE somehow i had got something to do with this MOST SUCCESSFUL BATCH of SAs. WHOO. Good things happen. DangDungDing.

While the rest went for appreciation dinner at Mensa i waited sleepily for EVIE who was coming from work. I took a look at the stage area and it was like less than 50 people goatness.

BUT.

THE PARRRRRRRRRRRRTY BEGINS.

And basically the whole place was filled up.

Yeah i don't really know the songs the bands were singing, but goodness, as usual, design was super-duper high and excellent party material. We tried yelling,"LINKIN PARK!!!!!!!!!" but they didn't. Some n00bie lucky draw, and it was jammmmmmmmming time! Countless groovy sounds. Aaron the Botak is one madass i tell you. HAHAHAHAHa thorough shiokness. We shall Jam&Hop again. Nice.

Dooooodahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Bye.

Suddenly i love my school.

FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDAY.

Has been a hectic day. Was chionging the damned VPEss shit i tell j00. I was at Xorex for FOUR times.

And there's no DrawEss today, so HOORAY.

Helped out at the Open House yesterday for SA. BAWLRING manz. We went there for the free shirt only i tell you. The fun part was drinking cups of milo, FREEEEEEEEEE FLOWWWWWWWWWWW from the lorry. Whoo. And the Chicky Dance, Evie got a a pair of ripped slippers and a cut on the big toe after all that commotion.

Zeddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddsemi-sleeepingnow.

My laptop is degenerating. =/

ALRIGHT!

Hi, from this moment onwards, i am no longer the person you used to know. I hacked into this blogger account and i am going to delete all the data.

*RING RING.*

That was a joke. I know how sad you will be if all the data is deleted. :[

Now for the real thing. I just finished RECOVERY for my laptop. It all started of all the jibberish Photoshop CS3 things and i couldn't use Photoshop. Tried using software to remove but failed. So i SAVED UP ALL MY PRECIOUS data and went ahead for the downsizing process. Preedee cool that stuff in cyberspace don't get deleted huh.

It was the ultimate shiokness as i saw the black screen with typewriter-lookalike font saying:

"Please wait while Windows starts for the first time..."

That was exactly what i saw at Pragon Sony Gallery like last year. It's like a new laptop man. OHmyGOATthisIStheULTIMATEpleasureOFlife. Yes, i know i sound mentally unsound, my brothers told me that. "SIAO ARH! Can don't be so high?"

Well i guess it's good to let go of your sanity once in a while.

Everything seems to go smoothly now. My brain is FROTHING with ideas for VPEss.

Now the person who invented the Recovery Tool is seriously a genius. It's the best thing that can happen in the electronics world. Like a 'Reset' button, it heals everything perrrrrrrfectly.

All hail minimalism.

La la la la la, la la la la la~ ('la' to the tune of MCR's Dead!)

I just finished my mee, and i am treasuring this precious bonding moment with my laptop. Chionging the downloads as well.

Not bad for a night's work.

Share this joy with me, people.

I'm back.

Harder.

Better.

Faster.

Stronger.

Evaluation of Symbols/Smileys Commonly Used in Cyberspace
Right. I figured this would be appropriate with the amount of time i spend on online games.

Let's start with the basics.
1. :) =) =] :] - All these mean 'happiness', and the difference is only in the way the eyes or mouths are shaped.
2. =D - A greater degree of 'happiness', usually associated with 'high'-ness or a hint of sarcasm.
3. X) - Supposedly the owner of this smiley laughs too hard and the eyes get crossed.
4. XD - Logic along the same line, crossed eyes with a wide laugh.
And moving on.
5. o.0 - The only one i use besides the ':]', cause it appeals to me visually and at least looks like a proper facial expression, and is the MOST versatile of all.
6. x.x - Apparently new in cyber-interaction, i suppose it is similar to the crosses representing eyes in anime comics, meaning 'disturbingly tired' or 'horrifically bored' and other superlative-d descriptions.
7. ._. - New kid in town as well, supposedly a reply to something lame said by another guy.
8. -.-/=.= - A reply to something lame, or an expression that says "I couldn't care less". The only difference lies between single eyelids and double eyelids, but i prefer the neater single one.
9. _l_ - Ah, it's an expletive.

I think i'm done! And i shall look further into it provided i am motivated enough.

Okay that didn't make sense. Nehmind.

The sole purpose of this post is to allow me to delay working on my VPEss work with a VALID reason. Hooray.

:][

Oh lookey, new smiley. :]


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The above tagline for this year's TP Open House inspired me. Here it goes.


Since tp is the turning point, f(x)=0. Therefore, solution x=teepee.


It's better if you've taken A Maths and learnt functions.

It's not exactly a joke you know, so i am not lame. But it entertains me.

HAHAHAHAHAROFLMAOLOLBOTLSLAO.

There you have it.

:]

Current location, in school.

Quite a number of things have already happened for the day.

First off, i woke up sleepy-headed and saw the demise of my hamster. I don't feel sad, i can't feel anything. Maybe i am too lethargic. Maybe my eyes are so tired that tears won't come. Maybe i have witnessed this too many times. I can tell by one look if the hamster is there or gone, just by the positions they are in. Gah. I shall continue searching for the supposed feelings.

And as i lay in bed last night, this moment of thought came to me. Which is, i seriously hate school. I don't even know what to expect for the next day's class. It's like living day by day. I am afraid i may get a heart attack soon. =/

I hate this post.

Righttttttttttttttt.

Got up early today. Bugis. Well, well, got to Bras Basah Complex ENTIRELY by my wit, and a teaspoonful of luck. It's an old old place, and is the 'Books & Arts Centre'. Sureeeeeeeeeeeee. Got my old magazines and lalala.

Stopped by Citeh Hall. Citylink, HEDGE EMM VEE. I got something. Alrightttttttttt.

Test-running it now.

And i have 3 faces to draw. Ohwellz, shouldn't be a problem for a procrastinator like me. Get used to it.

Oh my gourd.

I can't stop

Looking at my blog.

It's like.

Whoa.

Okay i shall stop.

My fault.


In case you haven't noticed, i just composed a poem/a string of sentences that rhymes.

David Blaine Street Magic: Youtube Edition.
Watch it all up.







"Alright, these guys..." ROFLthewayhespeaks, the way he looks at the camera after a trick, the demonnnnnnn HAHAHAHA, like WHAT THE EFF!

Daft Hands - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.



This is frigging cool.

Supposed to be asleep cause there's class tomorrow morning but i am too excited what with Moses' very inspiring speech, as usual. :]]]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHgoodnessiamtiredandmylegsarebreakingandiamtootiredtospacesrytyvm.

VPEss, boring shit. Cut lah what you expect manzzzzz.

Sugarloaf. Boring shit. Zeds.

And to the library. Got new discs to reeeeeeeeeeaaaaaapppppppp hellyeah. Damn shiok. There were so many to take today, but i chose carefully and specifically. Gudness, thefray/mcr/gc/lifehouse/fob, shiokness. Imma go get more tomorrow. Bye citrus, i honestly prefer HQ songs that do not have VARYING volumes and a full set of album is the greatest thing you can get.

Drawing Essentials. Boring shit.

Orchard.

AMK. Met a looney whose/who business went burst/went bankrupt/suffered any other kind of giant crisis at the bus stop.

Damntiredbyetomorrow'sgunnahbebetter.

Good morning, sire. According to the toolbar it is now 3.08am. A short post before i retire for the night, with sufficient funds, of course.

SUMMARY OF WHAT I DID ON THE SECOND DAY OF TWO-OH-OH-EIGHT.

• VPEss. Hooray a Bee for the first exercise. I love Bees; they prove that there's always space for improvement. :]
• AHA cheated on VPEss Exercise 2 with cutter Evie's help.
  
• DrawEss. Almost fell asleep through every minute of class. Drew something that is supposed to be Ethel's face but did not look like Ethel's face. So annoying. Drew Toy Story's BUZZ too.
  
• Chicken chop. Dunno, but it just takes up an important place in my heart.
• Chinatown with Evie. Got her sewing stuff for APP1. And wow People's Park's 2nd floor is pritteh cool.
• Ann Siang Road to find the shop to be closed when we passed by it minutes ago and it was still friggin opened.
  
• Dinper/supner/superdinner at Chinatown Night Market. How romantic. Evie likes to look at angmohzhabors' bewbs cause they risk spilling out and causing a Richter scale 10.9 earthquake. Thought about complicated english names as well.
  

Oh and i got C-O-N-C-E-S-S-I-O-N. I feel revived and very much alive. I'm a student, hooray. Due to raising fuel prices, i will probably not get any more rides to school so this is the best way out. How sweet.

Zedding time.

3.23am, out.

YESTERDAY, 2007

Ho right(you read right). LESSON, the last lesson of the year! So VPEss(Visual Presentation Essentials) it was. I PURPOSELY woke up early to board the bus early to reach school early to get to the bookstore to but stuff but THE AUNTIE IN CHARGE OF THE DAMNED BOOKSTORE wasn't there. Zedzedzed.

We got the weird lecturer of Temasek Design School, Richard. First off he started with the history of this subject and started attendance taking, whereby we were told to quote our CCAs/interests. Gah don't we just hate these. I would be very predictable when it comes to self-intro. Standard answers to standard questions. "I listen to music, watch teevee, surf the net". There you SEE?! And in reply,"We all do that". "Yeah". "That's boring". Raises brows in indifference. Yeah, stupid answer i know, not totally creative for a design student. And oh yes, my CCA is Chinese Orchestra, which is only in name for we had somehow, failed to attend a single session and prolly won't in the future anyway.

We were taught to cut PERFECT squares of cardboard for the lesson. And after getting stuff from The Damned Bookstore, we got it working. I was practically listless and bored throughout the lesson, not making any effort at all. I JUST HATE CUTTING STUFF tyvm.

Class is over, A Walk to Remember: TP to TM. No, nothing interesting happened on the journey. Camped at Dano with LJS Combo 2 to share. Headed home at 2.30pm. And i claimed my FREE soyabean ice cream at CP yeahhhhh.

WIWOCITEH. Met up with P.O. at 6.30pm and saw her prospective husband HAHAHAHA. Ahem. Candy Empire, where we tried to 'outweigh' each other by 'downsizing' the stuff in the bags. We got a Rocky Road, Cookies & Cream, so damn sweet imma get diabetic. Saw Jiayi there tuhhzxszxszxzszsx.

Lord Evie finally arrived from her ECP reunion, and we walked around the place. And we get your point, Eve, that:-

YouhateStarbucks.
YouhateStarbucks.
YouhateStarbucks.

And...

NewUrbanMaleisgaybrand.
NewUrbanMaleisgaybrand.
NewUrbanMaleisgaybrand.

Okay.

P.O. the Busy left, and we retreated to SuperDAWG while comrades of Evie dined at Carl's Jr. We started with two and ended up with an entourage of eight. And up to the rooftop. SELFISH ORGANISERS omg. They intentionally made ONLY the stage left accessible to non-ticket holders. Selfish NOOBERS. So we set camp at some place further away and had our mini, private LP/BLG/MCR concert. Well there was a brief moment of 'high-ness' when we strolled over to the stage area and 'What I've Done' and 'Bleed it Out' came out, albeit the poor renditions. Otherwise, the world was dead. And so much for the fireworks. Noob fireworks. Good for those at Sentosa and Esplanade.

We had came up with our masterplan for next year--- spraying chili powder at the Darker-Skinned at Orchard Road. New Year's Eve, 2008.

And squeeze through to reach the escalators listening to the bad 'Inconsolable' so that you can squeeze somemore to the train station and get home.

1.15am, wasn't too late.


TODAY, 2008.

Rise and shine at 3pm. And set off to look for the SET SQUARE. HG Mall, failed. Popular sucks.

And braved Orchard Road. Got Topman wristbands at CUT/SLASH/SAW-throat prices. Do you know how damn shiok it was to see the red tag scripted with '$3' there? Harrrrrrrrk.

ArtFriend, the saviour.

And now I'm off to cutting boards. No, not noun, it's verb-subject. :]