How

do you tell someone you hate a certain thing that they do, that when they do it, or go somewhere it just eats at you and makes you worrid and paranoid and sad and depressed and it makes your life hell to think about it?
for instance,
i hate it when you go clubbing but i guess even though i'm your girlfriend i can't say anything? because it's your life and you have every right to do what you want? I wish though that sometimes I was more important to you and my opinions, fears and worries mattered more to you.

i wish i could say it to your face sometimes. and when i do, that you cared that i said it and shared how i feel with you, instead of getting annoyed.

New Car Smell

Hello meet Arnold, he's brand spanking new and smells sexyyy.
I wish he was solely mine but for now I shall be content with driving him while out on errands.

game

RULE 1: You are playing The Game.
RULE 2: Whenever you think about The Game, you lose.
RULE 3: Loss must be announced.

i have lost the game
i have lost the game
i have lost the game
now you have too.

Go read the website it is totally mind-boggling and I have lost without knowing that I was playing in which case I could not have lost however according to the rules I HAVE lost but I don't know what is happening how can I think about the game when I don't know what the game is but I guess that thought would have meant I thought about the game which constitutes to having lost the game of which I didn't even know I was playing in the first place.

this is what happens when I get sososososooooooo bored if you're bored too go play
THE GAME
and instantly lose! Visit the sight lah, and see what I'm babbling about because I've nothing better to do.

ha ha ha.

Karma has bitten you in the butt. What goes around comes around!

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Have I mentioned that when I'm exceedingly bored and I can't find anything else better to do I start reading my old blog? And the saddening thing is even though a good bit of the posts in the last few months of that blog are extremely emo-schemo, I am (sad to say?) actually rather impressed with the writing. (Yes emo though it may be. It's like Dashboard combined with A7X and old school Sunny Day Real Estate)
That blog brings back lots of memories. Nostalgia, next stop. Hell, the first post was in Feb. 2005, that has to count for something.

Has anyone wondered

-Where's Wally?

where is LHL at this crucial time?

someone's been real quiet, really really quiet. No statement to issue?
oh wait, it's just a small matter of a lame mat, no danger to society at allllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.

The NOTORIOUS M.A.S. claims a victim!

(though not in the way you'd think)

this report is way too funny, I actually giggled while reading it. Poor Bangladashi guy.

How annoying

Selamat petang!
(good evening)
(what were you thinking?)

As usual, while I was at work today I had a lot of things I was thinking about, and I thought "ooh I want to write that down" but as always, I completely forgot what I wanted to say.

It probably had something to do with Mas Selamat, and how it's been more than a week and no one has seen hide nor hair of him, and oh well it's just way too bad but I believe that he's not going to be caught, and this whole incident will die down quietly and the gov will sweep the matter under the proverbial rug and sit on it, hard, and hope that no one mentions it again. I better stop here because if this blog is found while government corp. comm people are sifting through Singaporean blogs for signs of dissent within the community, I could be potentially sued for libel. Or is it slander? Oh dear my Media Law and Ethics knowledge has left me.

In other news today was so so sooo boring at work the only thing of interest happened at 6:43pm. There were a group of singhs at the opposite islet and three of them were having a race.

Contender one: Red turban, white singlet and rolled up blue jeans.
Contender two: Yellow turban, yellow tee-shirt (wow note the sartorial sense here) and blue pants
Contender three: turban-less. brown shirt and darker brown pants.

The three contestants were flagged off by Pastel-green turban (white shirt, khaki pants). They ran 25 metres, with Red turban pulling ahead early in the race.
All three slowed down to touch a big rock, the middle point of the race, then turned back for the final stretch.
Yellow turban was a few lengths ahead initially during the second leg but Red turban, in an impressive burst of speed, overtook him to become the victor.
Turban-less trailed behind all the way.
After the race Pastel-green turban could be sighted jogging along the beach. A hopeful contender for next years Race of the Day, perhaps?


Kay I'm just way too bored right now.
And fair-weather friends are bumming me out.

How Mas Selamat escaped the clutches of..

this is completely true, I swear.

-big-eyed-innocent-believe-me-stare-