Chh-ch-ch-ch-chECKLIST

now that i am officially jobless (actually it is the second week, counting from the last day of August) i find a booming need to organise my thoughts and actions (into action). things to do:

1. pack my room (done! ugh nothing can ever feel as cathartic as packing. it is really hard to start but according to research, anything that you wanna put off, do it for four minutes, it gets magically easier) 

WELL HEY IT IS ACTUALLY WORKING WHILE I'M WRITING THIS SHIT NUTHIN'S GUNNA STOP ME NOW 

i should really try applying this to real-life social situations

i am so easily attached to things. every piece of toy is like a horcrux, A PIECE OF ME! childhood memories unlocked on sight. and every piece i decide to give away to charity shatters my heart. still, has to be done. so my heart gets shattered, mended and reshattered x237123901 times :'(

2. pack my gifs

the most treasured things in folders i harddisk-copied from work. so much joy and memory, so much awesome. this is a pretty huge undertaking. ok, gotta make it a Thursday Task
+music (delete all teenager music, HA!)

I ALSO JUST FOUND OUT IT IS EXTREMELY EASY TO GET DISTRACTED BY TABS AND GOOGLING FOR GIFS

another four minutes to get into the groove

3. read more

just generally everything. not sure if it is because we stopped the newspaper subscription or that i just lazied off. i am so apathetic and that probably explains why i don't feel much of anything to blog about anymore

also, too much of gossipy stuff 

read: serina wee

probably should clean up my twitter following to streamline da information. 

other than that i am still on ASOIAF OH MY GOD IT LIVES WITHIN ME i just cannot believe it isn't real well it just makes my life a little bit more exciting i live through ALL OF THEM ESPECIALLY JON SNOW 

you know nothing, jon snow

(daenerys is obviously GRRM's favourite character to write. she's like an anti-manic pixie dream hot blonde girl)

4. solve crisis and/ or look for jobs

the usual quart-life crisis (if i were to live till 100). i see it both ways and i have to record this before i forget.

Pathway A:

YOLO type

which explains why i've applied for a tram operator / animal trainer-presenter at the zoo 

I MEAN I HAVE NEVER STOPPED HAVING THIS DREAM. no, not even after the bangla got eaten by the tiger

like, even if i'd grow to hate it, at least i have tried. all i wanna do is play with animals and get paid for eeeeet

Pathway B:

which has to be broken down into four startup ideas i have

a. import business for sportswear (I MEAN GAWD COME ON THE MARKET FOR IT i just hope i won't be too late when i start)

b. local blackmilk

c. clean eating cafe (protein bar along the whey?)

d. gym (hahahahahaha)

e. one of the oldest ideas i have - a sewing rental + haberdasheries house to scam money off fashion students

which means i have to get really well-informed and well-cushioned and well-oiled and well done

i have also been reading a lot of http://www.cheerfulegg.com/, basically teaches you how to be rich by being smart and hardworking. i have at least started parts of it. no money to invest yet 

am i expecting a hardworking future self?! 

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so there it is, two ways and tipping towards neither.

i feel like i should relate to those inspirational quote-on-blurred-out-background tumblr images on #LIFE #DREAMS #COURAGE #STRENGTH

but i can't! continues procrastinating on making a decision

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meanwhile i'll just work on self-enrichment, alright? 

- draw

- explore the internet (tumblr willfully)

- CPR cert (stopped at bronze) (in case i need to be a lifeguard)

- open water cert (aiya no money)
- watch all my movies and tv OMG NEED TO BUY NEW HARD DISK
- play all the games! (arkham series + replay ocarina of time)

what a gap year-ish thing to do pretty soon i'll be volunteering at arthouses or backpacking over Europe

can you believe i wanted to do an Into the Wild... what was i thinking? watched too much of Man vs. Wild? LOL i'm way past it

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right now i'm just too busy being a full-time daughter. i'm not bored at all. in fact, pretty amazed at what i've done last week. cleaning up my life physically, job applications every other day (either ways nobody has replied me so heck), being a satisfied client of exercise BUT HOW AM I GOING TO FEED MY CAT AND BUY NEW NIKES FOR MY BIRTHDAY //suddenly feel very eminem-y #foodstampsdontbuydiapers

kk should blog more, bye

my local gym love story (delusional post)

Well hello Hot Instructor,

It seems like

okay i guess i've seen you a couple times around? oh but that class! that was intense. can i just watch you demonstrate the moves and not really do anything for the rest of time? (exercise for the eyes and other organs)

it doesn't hurt that you touch me a lot. teach me, educate me! why do you whisper me sweet nothings? why do you ask me about my shoes? are you trying to strike a conversation? why do you look me in the eyes? what does that gaze mean? why are your eyes so small?

pretty much, during all my free time, imagining scenarios. looking forward to fridays. taupok days, and you. 

and dinner after class.

(what quality of life am i having, planning things around gym and having favourite days because of class schedules)

I would do all those tumblr things to you, if you were mine.

Shall we take this blooming relationship outside of class?  

abrupt end of story.

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i wish i still had those someecards feelings. it just seems like a really long time ago, yknow? feelings stretched and diluted across time. IDEK what kinda progress this is... checked my twitter and the first signs showed on April 13. well happy 3 month anniversary for my one-sided r/s!

(i actually bothered with physical stalking, attending his classes outside of that class. DOOD orchard on a monday night?! loving someone is tiring LOL)

yikes.

i wish i knew how to read signals/eye contact meaning(s). i mean like, is there some eye contact dictionary and explanation because i have a total lack of social skills and limited boy experience. well there are my brothers but i doubt that's a valid benchmark, yeah?

was he ever interested and if he did, have i missed the chance? 

UGGGGGGGHHHH

why can't i just think less and talk to people LOL hello hello execute Next Logical Step

oh had good times planning how-to-pick-up-hot-instructor. doing allll the wrong moves to get one-on-one attention? deliberately announcing dinner place? lol all talk no action

meanwhile despite the slow progress i shall just tell myself

but know this!

//update july 19: daisy helped me realise that i am probably just in love with his arms. passable with sleeves but absolutely mindblowing and PERFECT sleeveless WHATisthissorcery

aiya

what it feels like to be hot

I HAVE NO BLOODY IDEA

i have always wondered though - what does it feel like to be hot? it must be an epic cheat code right, like THERE IS NO COW LEVEL youpassallthetests

also, how does it feel like to have hot siblings? like emma/alex watson or jamie/cersei lannister

family brewing in hotness. //lemon incest

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continuing the train of thought from the previous post *retrieves airy object from pensieve* lol

i don't think i will ever be in the capacity of feeling 'hot'. i mean like okay, i've been told how cute and 很美hor~ i am when i was a girl. these wonderfully kind auntie comments faded with age (then, glasses and jeans and nerdom) i never had much expectations yknow? like i don't think i was even bothered LOL so anti-cool

so for about the past year stranger things have happened  (is it just a phase i don't know yet) and i've been executing this primping plan

my q is how far does it go?

is there a hotness meter somewhere? 

if i get too hot will i become stupid?

should i cap my hotness at 80%?

is life fair?

am i just jealous?

i don't wanna be adriana lima i wanna be lara stone! 

but not too cool and overexposed to the point of karen elson

ok fair enough lara stone is equally overexposed

does it ever stop?

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now i'm gonna tell you about The Subway Incident aka one-of-the-few-times-i-got-pretty-perks

subway the sandwich company not the MRT okay. alright.

so i was getting subway takeaway for le colleagues back in the office. a meal, and an extra ala carte cookie. it was two double chocs and a white macadamia? okay, so it goes like

subway dood: three cookies right?

i said a confused 'yeah' like HELLO didn't i just tell you that stop making me fucking repeat my order

subway dood packing everything, payment and stuff...

subway dood: oh, here's your cookie! (puts into bag)

i said 'orhhh' like HUH didn't you already put that in...

i only got the gist of the free cookie after leaving the place and triple-checking the receipt. YAY! HE DIDN'T CHARGE ME FOR THE EXTRA COOKIE WOOHOO FREE GIFT - um did i juST GET A FREE COOKIE like OMG WAS HE INTERESTED IN ME?!?!?! ME??? shit i didn't say my thanks

he wasn't looking particularly suggestive (i don't know what i was expecting like twitching eyebrows? lol)

i was even feeling paranoid annoyed that he didn't get the correct order (easily stressed ordering food for other people)

seriously? i just had doubts. doubts of the guy's taste. doubt of my attractiveness (dear lord that itself sounds weird) 

i was bouncing the idea around in my head and only managed to affirm that I, INDEED HAVE GOTTEN A FREE COOKIE DUE TO PHYSICAL ATTRACTIVENESS because the free one was oat and raisin. how he know i like that one si0l

lol thanks dood made my day.

so anyway, i guess we're on track WHOOPASS

o dear lord can i get sum c00kies now what is this hunger

please don't judge me on my previous hair colour

i forgot to mention how much of an effort i'm putting in to become hot. yeah like sm0king hawwwwt

actually it's more like cash 


cannot stop owing the bro money. (OMG THANK YOU SINGAPORE BUDGET 2013) i have also started various irrevocable processes

1. facial. i must have spent what, 3k, plus products leh? also, got into the world of credit card instalments. EASY. we must tread carefully now, my friend shUT UP! SHUT UP!  
2. lol git sum purdy nail polish @sephora the other dae lolzzzzz
3. hair. probably another 1k there. in a flailing attempt to cut costs i have diy-ed my hair black. not a bad choice. inspired by rooney mara but got some brown bits. 
4. braces. 3.8k loan from mother
5. gym 

help i'm bleeding

why didn't i exploit the convention of contact lenses earlier?

why did i have friends?

why doesn't masumi_g tell laurasykora about her eyebrows?

when will a hot person ask me out? (cue: hot)

i guess i could post a really ugly picture of myself (not difficult to find. just tagged "photos of me" - you unkind friends) and do a side-by-side comparison but

IDEK

i miss this typing! slappin' on the keyboard. where's everybody?

how did writing become 'longform' reads?

+ can i finish reading an article in one go without flipping tabs?


feeling lonely in the blogosphere, lol

calmed tits

so i have unlocked all my posts and brought them back into one. over here. (took a while trying to crack the ol' login address... kasia_2003? ka_sia2003? lol - thank you lastpass saviour of forgotten accounts! then exporting, importing, SHOW TO PUBLIC) 

not sure why i like this url the best, hm

also, not really sure what this means. could be a couple of things. job alert for 'awesome lifestyle writer' this morning. i guess this could be a backup plan (part of resume) if i decide to be whatever-turned-writer when i'm 25 WTF I'M 23

(also - whatsapp/new messaging app needs bold and italics. nobody gives a fuck about underline they look like hyperlinks but yknow, fake.)

/

seems like i had a tendency to lock and move pretty frequently back in 2008 (vaguely remember it being a not-liking-what-i've-written slash-and-burn start-anew thing) 

and now i bravely open up my closet! (lol so narnia) my teenage pretentiousness! my attempts at being cool! different! funny! i don't know man what is this parody of life

reading through posts - mostly TAI/Obama 2008. then photobucket apologising because some 'person moved or deleted the image'

[blogging-actcool is totally different from twitter-actcool which is different from facebook-actcool] mindblown.gif 
you don't act cool on tumblr tho. tumblr is your pink heart centre.

actually my physical closet needs more cleaning. so many clothes for my future self to wear, W0WZ3RS. year after year of packing but no diff leh. Mao exploits its dark corners more than i do.

anyway does this mean i am becoming more adult-ish? baring my soul, leech me dry, i ain't bothered!!!

or am i just being hiaow? used to have these self-regulated anti-selfies protocol. lines are blurring. i am becoming a pop princess

/

considering that my last post is dated 11/19/08 i kind of just decided i'd embark on the mission of What Has Changed? 

lists as usual. favourita

1. i have a cat now
   this is the first thing that came to mind. obvious. physical. mammal. in 2008 i'd never have thought... prissy father and all. father is still prissy, or worse, but IDGAFness ages well
2. less epiphanies - not sure if the ideas and thoughts i had were worth having but my mind was busy at least
3. everything seems so mild. is it sad that i had more concrete ideas of dreams than i do now? it used to be 'things i wanna do' that exploded in the brain but now... lacking. i still seem to want to have a taste of everything. right now - NIKE. might change. who knows.
4. phone
   MOSTDEF i was very adamant at remaining at Nokia sepia level. anti-technology much?
   these days - mostly embracing and excelling. still can manage w/o phone though. and, back to nokia <3
5. gym
   best thing i ever did signing that comtract for pinoy salesperson last august
   comes with complimentary hot instructors (ahhhhhhhh whole other potential topic)

daily life - wake, plow, gym
twenties twenties twenties
seems like i have skipped a whole part of life between 2008-2012
ok i gotta upkeep this

need some clarity in my life 
also, need a notebook. typing notes on phone too slow, man. no feel


meanwhile imma set this html up, lol

hurdur

OMG EPIC

CALMING My tits...

MOVED.

MOVE ALONG?

Shhhhhhhhhhhh.

Making something big. Stupendous. Magnificient. Phenomenal. Prodigious. Sublime. Rad.

PSYCHED!

Oil the machines, let's set sail.

OMG I FEEL LIKE CHOPPING OFF MY FINGERS CAUSE THEY JUST DON'T LISTEN AND WON'T STOP PROCRASTINATING.

SCROLL, TYPE, CLICKING ON OTHER WINDOWS THAT HAVE GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH WORK.

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

After almost being knocked down by a taxi just, i have since learnt not to eat currypuff while jaywalking.

The tremendous yelling of 'EH, EH, EH!' from some malay guy behind my back when the incident(thank goodness, not 'accident') happened seem to make it a miracle that i am still alive.

Yes.

COBRA STARSHIP: Word For 2008


COBRA STARSHIP: Jumbotron Gag Reel

Afterthought

Photoshop ain't that bad after all.

I won't elaborate as it is probable that self-praising will be executed along the way. :) [i refuse to use a different orientation for my smilehs!!!!!!!!11111111 D:<]

Fifteen minutes to i-should-have-been-asleep-and-awoken-by-the-dang-alarm-clock time.

Owellz. Time made good by exploring the vast iTunes library.

Power up, full-force, mah friday.

Sleeping With Giants

Aurelia.


It's amazing how i never got my heart 'broken', looking at the amount of tyos falling all out of love. They are more experienced than me in this specialism of life, are they not.

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And i nevah get pms/moodysweeeeeeeeeengs!!!1111111111111111

Spasms of mild emoquestonecassitaneousity at most.

Owell.

WAIT! Allow me to write down the events of my life word-for-word like a normal blogger for a while.

[Dear Diary,

Yesterday was the Graduates' Fashion Show and i helped out as a dresser, basically it was free labour; a lot of bodies, a lot of backstage chaos; my model Sona K is from Slovakia and she is sixteen years old, it was pretty cool that we got to collect a lot of gorgeous badges however i was damn tired and i skipped school today, it feels good but i have yet to do anything for tomorrow's presentation and i think i'm so screwed but i'm in the midst of packing my room so i'm at a lost but that's about it thankyouverymuchiloveyoukkkbye but ohmy this is such a poor example of how written english should be like but whatever i dont care much anyway.

XOXO,
Writer]

Okay.

If you are quite free, go to Wake Me Up Music(Fueled By Ramen fakie!), a local 'indie'(i ask furiously for a few times too many 'IS THERE EVEN A MAINSTREAM MARKET HERE?!?!///') label. Ignore the grammatical error of under RENOVATION instead of under CONSTRUCTION, bad webpage design, and the multi-pixelated/grainy-which-falls-short-of-being-artistic photograph, go follow the instructions they have there, the whole clicking of the photograph activiteh and so on.

And laugh at our own countrymen trying to create something big.

BIG joke of themselves perhaps, in which they would have aptly suceeded.

Your walk is: Curiously Proper Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Ka Sia's lame-ass excuse to break up: "My imaginary friend is jealous of you" 'What is your lame-ass excuse to break up?' at QuizGalaxy.com

	Ka Sia made billions from creating a pill that makes people be happy constantly.
	... afterward, Ka Sia decided to marry their imaginary friend.
	'How will you be remembered in history books?' at QuizGalaxy.com

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

What's with the imaginary friends.

	Ka Sia Pills: Will cause you to scream at nothing and run around like a lunatic
	'What effect do you have on people?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Well, well.

You are 55% Emo You are pretty Emo. You like the music, styles and way of life but it doesn’t really control your life. There is more to you than just another cute Emo face. Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

When are quizzes ever true.

Anyway while particpating in my favourite activity a few days ago, i made a surprise discovery which left me awe-struck.

Gabe Saporta (born October 11, 1979 in Montevideo, Uruguay)

Well what can i say. HELLO, FELLOW SCHECKSAY!!!!!111111

And the likes of Sean Patrick Flanery, Michelle Trachtenberg, Mark Zito and Michelle Wie.

Wiki power, and BrainyHistory gives a veh long list.


Looking through my pictures folder, i stumbled upon some hidden/forgotten treasure.


Erm.

Hi, you know i don't really like multiple posting but i don't care i have made a discovery, you see after some pretty intense dog-wrestling and eating frog porridge without the frog and sharing our food with two very pretty stray cats with mesmerising eyes at geylang, we proceeded to fruit-shopping and i discovered that the grape is an extravagant fruit at $8.00 per kilogram and full watermelons are actually pretty schecksay but mangoes are the schecksayest of the lot!

Read about Mensa(no, not the SDC canteen in TP). I wanna join. :]

*leaves, suddenly recalling i have work to do, but i don't think i would leave that early since i still haven't surf the net enough and yeah i need to bathe before doing that i feel that this is so incoherent but the cerebral clicking continues and so my fingers move across the keyboard and i have no idea when i am going to stop but i guess now, after the asterisk yeah it should be so but whoa typing like this is addictive although it makes me look like i can hold my breath really well but anyway gotta jump*

Sunday Revival

I am starting a vocabulary bank, just like how missus Soong forced us to in Primary Five, but this time round it is voluntary.

Within my new notebook which features an animated cover.

'OPEN' by Lisa Moore, wunderhfool.


Ow my head is bursting with too much sleep. Which in between i rejected my employer to go to work.


BEST (Denki) is a very good place for post-school entertainment. Xbox and all that WWE shit. Impressive.

Confessions Of A Disturbed Sales Associate

Yes i refuse to use 'sales_____'.

Second half of the boss, and i am fifteen sparkly pristine minutes late.

Sawreh! I lost my way! Reallee!!!1111111onetwo

Verdict.

I don't talk to customers. :(

I was never meant for this life. Retail life. It is so. Pfft. Mundane is not even near. I need some extremity. Something constantly moving. I am so not interested in varicose veins.

Soli boss, CMI, i will make you lose money if you continue to have me.

I grant you permission to sack me. =XDEFG

Furthermore the place is heavenly quiet even on a Sunday. Since i am naturally shy, i can only make friends with the mannequins by walking around them. They have names. The two females being Indiana and Lucia, the male ones Lily and Hibiscus(they look pretty gay, even without the heads), in relation to the products they have on them.

I know retail seems a really easy job. Not for me though. Staying up late surfing through myspace on local bands makes it worse. I don't even have the energy to smile/talk. With the opposite Noobie-er, i mean, Newbie-shop blasting sweetie-pie Taiwan music, i could have cried.

Chicken rice(pretty good) made things better though.

Oei stranger(or whoever you are), i am not whining. I don't. I.AM.JUST.DISTURBED?!?!?!?!///////

Zed. Drats. Dregs.

I feel like punching someone. Interested applicants please leave a message on the tagboard. I am not responsible for any injuries/casualties though. Won't die one lah!


If it weren't for the money.

First Impressions Don't Matter

After waiting at HF bus interchange for half an hour wishing i was in the sky(cable car; i am not Nathan Petrelli), i finally stepped aboard the freeeging bus. The bus driver took fifteen minutes to shut off the engine, get down the two steps, walk to the toilet, unzip his pants(no, no, see no evil), P-E-E, zip it back, walk out of the toilet, walk back to the bus, and switch on the engines.

Very impressive.

Ten minutes late and i didn't call to inform, cause i was pretty captivated by the onroad scenery. And what a way to meet one half of my employer for the first time.

Rambles into the shop, "Sorry i'm late".

"Can you put your bag down".

PLONK, wee bit too loud perhaps.

"Can you tidy up your hair, it's very messy".

HELL NO, BITCH! IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!111111onetwo STYLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111

Obviously the above sentence is not in inverted commas so you get it i guess.

Snoreszxzxzzsxzsz.

Nothing peculiar really.

And so i embarked on the journey home. Opp Catholic JC omg that place is so romantic w0rsxxzsxzsxz. After waiting for half an hour or so(i tend to exaggerate in moments of injustice), the 156 came flying in the speed of light. I got up i SWEAR, to let the blindo driver see there is a person standing right before him, but he zoomed past meh. Nehmind, he looked back in agony(say 'awwwwwwwwwww') and the last moments before he turned back to the road i mouthed the seven sinful words. Certainly hope he saw it.

While we end the daily recorded events, we proceed. Just 'proceed' p-r-o-c-e-e-d yes.


Case Study 1: Increase In Rheumatism Cases by 2041
By 2041, an estimated 76% of the age group 50-80 would suffer from rheumatism. Scientists have observed that the less-than-generous seats in public buses will be a contributing factor to the increase of cases of the disorder which the aged are most prone to...

The findings suggest that majority of the 76% take buses on a daily basis, while those from the remaining quarter use private transport or take the train more regularly than taking the bus...

A survey conducted by the Centre Of Old People's Illnesses reveals that more than 67% of the population finds that the bus seats are too tightly-spaced apart for comfort...

Dr. Boo Har See, an osteoporosisist from BHS Limited & Co. Ptd. explains that when the knee comes tight with the back of the seat from where the subject is seated, combined with the staccato braking of the buses(due to errant bus drivers tyvm), bone tissues get worn off, as shown in the image below. In prolonged circumstances, the knee cap may cease to exist, or rather, become extinct in future generations due to natural selection and evolution.

(you get the picture :])

Dr. Boo's clinic has seen an increase in the amount of patients seeking treatment for rheumatism, where in serious cases patients have to get their legs amputated. Adults as young as 36 years old have came forward to seek treatment as well, which leads Dr. Boo to think that premature aging comes into the picture as well...

However, not all is lost. Dr. Boo suggests taking the train over the bus. Otherwise, you can have your legs surgically shortened at his branch clinic which specialises in cosmetic surgery. The last resort is not to go out at all, because after all we live in a very dangerous planet.

At the end of the day, it's all about caring for your body, Dr. Boo says.

Remember, as the old saying goes, "prevention is better than cure".



ASTERISK-ASTERISK-ASTERISK.



VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE: DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE AGAINST RACISM. (Who cares i don't believe you won't like when i ask you to play my songs do you play no right so whatever i just want to make use of this chance to type without restrictions and anyway i didn't mean i am racist with the above statement thanks)


Case Study 2: Different Moral & Aesthetic Values In Our Countrymen?
It is not the first time that a difference between the different races has surfaced in sunny Singapore. After all, we are a young country with past examples of racial conflicts...

The matter at hand involves people asking "do our darker('darkest' is more appropriate)-skinned companions think they smell good?". An anonymous writer has written to The Straightjacket Times about his/her negavity about "how they smell". Our anonymous writer expressed that he/she feels that our darker-skinned buddies(DSB) "thinks they smell good, but they actually pollute the air". Below is an excerpt of the letter from him/her, as requested by the reader himself/herself.

"
Dear Sir/Madam,

I was on the bus on my way home the other night. Everything was fine until one of our darker-skinned buddies(i call them DSB) came aboard. She was sitting directly in front of me and immediately(well, almost) i caught a whiff of the 'typical' smell coming from her. Mind you, it comes in successive waves!

I mean, i've had this question for years. Do our DSBs really think they smell good? It is so prevalent that it has lead me into thinking that it is a mating scent. In addition, it is more strongly spotted(sniffed) on adults. However, social experiment(s) and discussion(s) have proven otherwise. I can only conclude that DSBs' are trained since young to accept the fact that this is how they should smell like.

On the other hand, it is a relief that certain more compassionate and self-conscious ones move to the back of the vehicle. I utmostly appreciate and applaud their samaritanical efforts.

I just need a place to rant. I do not have any intention of starting a racial conflict.

TYVM.

Ex's and Oh's,
An Anonym

"

Fridge time.

Making It Work

Hi.

So. Zed how do i start this.

Okayokayokay fast forward ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM yay!

Pardon me. I have writer's/designer's block.

And so i found a faster way to w-w-w-w-w-w-wwwwwwork. And there'd always be secondary school boys coming up the bus. And goodness they smell bad really. Why didn't i realise that. Must be my in-the-front-of-the-class seat; diffusion never succeeds in shifting the smell from the back.

So royalty's town food village. OMG memories!!!!!!!!~!~!~!~~ How do i explain this. Okay it's just that i used to follow my father around work when i was young, and here is one of those memorable places. And so i had fishball noodles for the first time in MONTHS shit man waddafargue. Yes by myself. Wondering if all the adults work this way, doing everything alone, with maybe only two insects crawlies accompanying them on the dining table. Really. So anyway. It felt really weird to have your stuff served to you, after months of hiding in the Designers' Pad. Really. Peculiar. Talk about excellent customer service; i think the older generation knows better.

Man it was so nolstagic i could have died. The drinks stall blasting FM95.8(say 'EE!' now), auntie coming around to collect moneh, just pure fan system instead of the fugly air-conditioners, and stray cats coming around. And the fresh fruits stall, trust me, it is totally fresh. Somehow i am unwilling to trust pseudo-kopitiams(deep-set irony!) with their murderous prices and
okay-only-to-keep-your-stomach-full food. OHOHOHOH and rainbow jelly as well. Sweet.

Oh good old confectionaries.

I know! I didn't know that i was from that old a generation. Har. While many people have turned angmoh for good, i refuse to let go of my hokkien songs. EEE DID I JUST SAY THAT. Yes i did. Believe it or not i go to getais.

And so i am in limbo. Too many influences clashing into oneself. Tsktsktsk. Must be the reason why i can relate to people from any level of society. Ethel W'H'ee can totally testify to that.

And so the limbo hangs on, but there'll always be balance.

Ahhhhhh and the royal arcade.

Ohman i never fail to amaze myself.

Anyway, reported on time despite almost being knocked down by a double-decker.

I am so traumatised. This caucasian mother and daughter came into the shop, and they were trying to get someone else a top. And i was forced to try on a SPAGHETTI TOP, V-NECK somemore. I have never been so humiliated before!!!!!!!!!1111112 :'(((((((((((((

See image below for more details.

[yes my technical expertise remains humbly at paint. (HEY AT LEAST I USE BRUSHES!)]

And indeed i am upset. Very. Scarred for life.

Blahblahblahblah hit the button again.

So in a moment of gei-kiangness tried to make full use of concession and take the bus home. But apparently i overshot by mani mani mani stops w0rsxzsxz.

And nevermind it's the first time. And i got home earlier than the blardee recommendation from sbstransit. Ha n00b and lousaye iris journey planner.

Consolation was i finally, finally, FINALLY found the chocolate-vanilla chupa chups, right at seven-eleven. It's a store and more. YESSSSSSSSSSS childhood fantasy. Doesn't taste as good as before, seems more like lychee(you won't be surprised; now milo tastes like nescafe) to me. BUT I don't care Choc/Vanilla pwns them all n00b flavours.

One day i will bring my dog to the mall. But first i have to get a dog. Whoa how cool is it, alaskan malamute in the mall.

Gah can't believe my weekend is gonna be on the chopping block. Where is the humanity?!?!?!////// Ohmy the idiosyncrasies of life. I still have yet to finish exploring the green line. Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.

Long-winded? Yes.




A second. If you happen to pass by any poster involving mister selamat, please observe a moment of silence and look at it. Try to get the photoshop flaws. Next time maybe, i'll steal home one of the posters and do a show-and-tell.


I am starting to suspect that there is a labyrinth of ant tunnels tucked deep under my keypad.

While you ponder over this wicked theory, let's reignite our enthusiasm for the space and galaxy.


Discovery - First Time Machine


I know it's not related, but do you know that a day on Venus is equivalent to eight earth months?


Sounds good to me.

If the unsightly protrusions on the skin you call pimples are equivalent to flakes of gold, my face would be a filthy(not-the-perfect-adjective but owell) rich gold mine.

And of course i'm not showing it to the world.

Either way, acne doesn't actually make you rich, does it?


I should start getting a before-twelve lifestyle.

Oh who am i trying to kid, MYSELF?! Check out the schecksay digits less than 2cm away from this sentence.

Okay, like.

Here.