Baybeats happened this weekend and I didn't go. I could have passed my time there last night, but I clean forgot about it and never mind, I found one of Jeremy Clarkson's books in the Central Library, so all was not lost.

I have to be a Clementi at 6:40AM tomorrow morning to meet my cameraman. WHYOHWHY (I know why - this is a totally stupid story and I'm the intern, and it's my first assignment.)

But still. WHYOHWHY. SO EARLY ELKRJFSDAJSDKFJSADASD.

it isn't a job, its a life-stealer. it's stealing your life. it's stealing you. and if you don't care, i certainly do. you're not supposed to work like 15++ hours one shot, 7 days a week and only get paid a flat rate of absolute peanuts, that's just crazy. no matter what line of work it is.

NO MORE P PLATE!

whoa fuck i've had my license for A WHOLE DAMN YEAR.

and still, NO DAMN CAR.

WHY.

suck balls

Terence is driving his mum's car around, Jules is doing that now but next month his Vios Sports comes in and he'll have his own car. OWN CAR. and they all passed like what, three months ago tops.

What's wrong with this picture here!!! Where's my car!

knn.

supermultitasking

there's a tit in the tit le. whoops i mean title.

god I'm so bored. I'm watching BBC on tv, sms-ing, talking on msn, surfing the web and listening to KISS (Gene Simmons pelvic thrust!) in the office. I'm trying to look busy and damnn I look it. But I'm really not.

Shh.

I'm bringing Freddie to the office every day. With the iTunes I downloaded into my office PC and some luck I'll manage to listen to every song in him before I go back to school. Probably won't happen though.

I say:
in my wallet i have 20$ and in my bank i have 27$

I say:
FUCK THATS 47$ IN TOTAL

I say:
siao liao already


I thought I was bad. But you know, anytime you think you're in the pits there's always someone worse off than you.


Chingy says:
wa you rich shit i have $6 in my wallet and $1. something in my bank


pwnd.

if there's one feature that would seduce me over to the iPhone side of life, it's the sms chat-like layout.

sometimes

i keep everything bottled up inside me im afraid i might implode. lately i've been experiencing the same feeling of dread lining my stomach, like lead weighing it down. though it's a psychological thing, i can feel it physically. and for similar reasons.

i think sometimes i care/ love you too much for my own good. you don't seem to appreciate it much/ care and it only serves to hurt me. i should try caring less. i wonder if you'll notice/ care?
btw there's a severe overuse of the word "care" in this post.

oh yeah and last night the guard at my place called Julius "little boy".

Something along the lines of "little boy, now its early you have to park your car in the visitors lots not in the corner or people will complain." (my apartment block is full of bitches)

I was quite stunned, yet amused too. But I still cannot stand this guard. Should run him down withe the beng guy's Nissan GTR that he recently acquired. The beng acquired, not the guard.

ok got to run the little boy is outside.

devil may care

So Anwar's win was 66.6%, does that bring back memories of how the PAP won 66.6% of votes too? Something's up here, someone's struck deals with devils maybe?

Not that I give a flying fuck about politics - Malaysia's especially, but after having to read up on it on Monday and spend Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday looking for guests to come onto the Point Blank current affairs show to talk about it, I do find a little humour in the 66.6% win. Oh well.

Tomorrow: another exciting day of... looking for more guests! sdfljksdfsdfjk. But you know, at least I'm actually doing something useful.. I guess.

I miss my old life. I miss being lazy and waking up early just to travel 45 minutes/ 20 minutes (depending on the mode of transportation) just to lie back down and sleep again. Waking up mid-afternoon and going shopping for dinner, then cooking with jules.
I miss wearing shorts and my Sperry Topsiders and being slackcore to the maxz0rzzzzzz. (Note: don't confuse slack with sloppy.) Though I don't mind dressing up a bit more for work.

And at least work starts pretty late. And SPH is near my house.

Ok ok. I'm rambling. But I do kinda wish i hadn't opened my big mouth and asked to start early.

I guess it could be worse.


Shit the antivirus I'm downloading to fix the glitch in my phone (according to Chingy anyway) just terminated!! CRAP now I have to re-download it and it takes AGESSSSS. fuckity fuck!

BY THE WAY Charles gave me the best soundbite on Saturday evening. We were walking in Zara, when suddenly he stopped and declared: "I realise that new shoes make you happy!" Then he bounced a bit on his $65 pointy white River Island sneakers.
He walks real carefully when it rains now. Don't want dirty puddles messing up $65 pointy white sneakers now do we.

you know how i said i was scared it'd happen? well, i don't like saying i told you so, but......

i'm much too young to feel this damn old.

druggie

backache, weird allergic rashes and headaches that feel like someone is sticking long needles into my head (not in a good way either) it seems like lately I've been living on medicinal drugs.

why do i always seem to fuck things up? i guess i'm a horrible person, but i'm really trying, for you.

zoukoutttt

i just gave up 13$/hour working for zoukout. $__$

but damnnn im not working on my birthday.

Please

Do you think of me
as often
as I think
of you?

-Richard Brautigan

Realisation of the Century

the manbearpig. half man, half bear and half pig says (10:54 PM):
i just realised im quite the jew

why are some people so hyper sensitive and ultra irrational? it doesn't make sense when you have double standards. you're always right, and i'm always that shit faced fucker that screws everything up, at least, to you.
that said, i guess i already know you're always like this, so why do i always get so upset when you prove it time and time again? i wish i had a more normal relationship with my maternal figure of authority.

i wish i was financially independent so i could live on my own.

I'm such a bitch, but I can't stand it.

"It doesn't get more edgier than this"

nononon. Either:

"It doesn't get edgier than this"

or

"It doesn't get more edgy than this"


Come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn you may be broadcast but you're still under the Straits Times wing.
I better keep my mouth pretty much shut til I get a more firm foothold there or I'll be pretty badly snubbed, I think.


21.08
edit: Ming suggested "it doesn't get any edgier than than this"
The blurbs for the videos need to be re-written.

help help

i'm so fucking bored

it kinda really just fucking sucks when you've got half a month more til your P plate comes off, which means you've had your license for one whole year, and you're still taking the fucking public transport everywhere, while many others who passed like less than a month ago etc etc etc get their parents' cars to drive around as they wish.

nasi wahooo ji ba ban

I'm running out of space to put my shoes. Scrap that I Have run out of space for my shoes. My yummy yummy delicious shoes. sam nai, raid my shoe shelves. I need to get shelves and shelves running all around my wall for them, like store displays. Except all in my size and all mine. I need more more so much more money to buy.. more shoes!* I also want to go shopping I need clothes and a new job. The two are unrelated, but being a lifeguard is getting boring. Sure, it's fun at times but sitting somewhere or keeping a close watch or both for 8 hours is boring. And the pay's not that awesome either. Singapore lifeguards get shit pay. Seriously. I spent an exorbitant amount on chanel blue satin today. It's not my fault, I've been looking for it and it's such a nice shade. I think my brain is wandering way too much for its own good. My uncle bought another car recently, it's an old Mercedes model and I suspect it's the one I like. I've yet to see it though. Why couldn't he just buy me a car he's got the cash lying around. He's got three cars ok if my cousin drives one and he drives one there's still one left out in the cold. That should be mine I'll drive it every day and even take it to the car wash once in a while. This post is too disjointed and ramble-ly for its own good. Good thats what my mind feels like now. Lots of things running round and around and around. I refuse to paragraph this post. I almost didn't want to punctuate it either but that would just annoy me I'm a sucker for English as it's to be done. Properly. I don't know what the point of this post is, I'm just super bored and no one's talking to me. So I'm talking to myself, in my little corner of cyberspace where I'm allowed to babble to myself. I'm wearing new shoes on my bed. The soles are clean. My soul isn't really clean but it's not a bad thing. If you've read til here you must be either really bored, or love me. Or something like that.

*Right before that I'd buy something for my boy. Many, many things.

pillow talk

this is the reason I make myself return home time after time.

the reason I never want to return home can be found two posts before.

classic rock
soft rock
punk rock
80's hard rock

led zeppelin
john mayer
green day
aerosmith/ gnr


www.razor.tv watch out for me.

3rd august

♥

louboutin

this is real cool. however i would have to grow my nails real long first, or paint fake ones and stick them on. and i dislike long nails as they are tres problematique, ne c'est pas?

also, i would have to find other colours as i don't own any black nail polish. what a shock, for some people.

muahahaha.

Just because I know how to have fun doesn't mean I'm a slut.
Just because I can hold my drink doesn't make me an alcoholic.
Just because my life is different from yours doesn't make me abnormal.
Just because you're going to go through menopause and you're getting OLD doesn't mean everyone has to stay at home and fucking rot with you.
Sometimes you confuse normal with boring.

It's time to wake up wake up wake up and smell the shit.

It's the twenty-first fucking century.

I don't know whether to be angry or sad. Probably a little of both.


Most likely a lot of both.