29.9.09

What am I doing?

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#1 Glee - This show is gonna be huge. Awesome dry wit and talented singing monkeys. Huh high school music-whah?

#2 HIMYM season 5 - Barney and Robin hooks up. Legen wait for it dary.

#3 Me looking awesome- That's me looking awesome! With an unknown chick trying to hook up with me with other unknown chick trying to hook up with the unknown chick who is trying to hook up with me WTF. oh and it's taken on some unknown chick's birthday party. Popular wait for it bookstore.

#4 Speaking of bookstores- the book I bought while I was high on money and high on..just high wtf. I know right? I unbelievably bought a book again like omg now I can say I buy books frequently! like once a year! About the book, if you thought the movie was awesome, read this. Chuck Palahniuk is a genius.

#5 ebay- HOW TO USE THIS AH? WTF

My life is so mundane now that I have no resources to come up with long posts now. Actually, thank god for that because when I have nothing interesting going on my life it simply means I'M FML FREE WOOHOOO WTF. Oh but I'm going to go sit on the aeroplane next next week so maybe you can pray for a turbulence or some air stewardess transforming into an androgynous biohazard species who massacres all the passengers with her venom humping vajayjay and slapping tentacles spurting green slimy liquid..ok you get my point. Then, we'll have something to read! Or even a video perhaps.....for the turbulence! What were you thinking you filthy brain feces eating bastards.

p/s: I BOUGHT THE AIR TICKET FOR 4 DOLLARS AND 20 CENTS.

15.9.09

Somebody shoot me pls

℮d says:
i think im going to melaka tomorrow!
ßåbY Vivª n ¤~ says:
zzzzzzzzzzzz
℮d says:
no actually in just a few hours! YES!
ßåbY Vivª n ¤~ says:
SIAO
℮d says:
LOL!
℮d says:
DID U GET THE JOKE?
℮d says:
dawn yang's video ah!
ßåbY Vivª n ¤~ says:
EH I LOVE DAWN YANG AR
ßåbY Vivª n ¤~ says:
OMG
ßåbY Vivª n ¤~ says:
damn pretty


bouncy bouncy smack smack vivian just gave me a fucking heart attack!

MA, SHOULD I STILL CONTINUE BEING FRIENDS WITH HER.....? BUT MA.......! SHE LIKES POWDER!

7.9.09

It's toasted






I'm hooked. The pilot was so fucking good, the script is genius and it's based on the 60's. Nuff' said.

Advertising is based on one thing: happiness. And do you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It's freedom from fear. It's a billboard on the side of a road that screams with reassurance that whatever you're doing is OK. You are OK.
Reviews spewed venom on the second season though. That it started to slide down hill. Heck care Imma indulge myself for at least one season. And then, I'll move on to another shiny new toy.

Sometimes this philosophy of mine really scares the shiz outta me. I 'tv-show hop' like how I have multiple interest and shit going on in my life, and in the end I'm a lost sheep with no niche waiting to be 'lamb-chopified' wtf.

Jack of all trades, master of none. Eclecticism, is it even a good thing?

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The next big thing after Susan Boyle?

4.9.09

Prep

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Take Ivy scans from various sources

I'm all for the 60's/70's dapper, preppy, all-american gatsby look. Everything just looks so put together and fully styled from head to
toe. Just impeccable style.


1.9.09

Money, so funny.


Dr Martens


Dior Homme


Porte Monnaie

Of course, these are just the epitome of merchandises, pending on the to-do list. I don't actually buy them. You see, this is just a blog. A public diary, in other words a virtual haolian space. I might end up giving a "check" on the 'Dr. Martens' boots but you'll never know.. the real thing I bought was a Doktor Mahathin's WTF.

The wallet is in another category though. It's just to flying cool to give it a pass.



It's like a fucking clown jack in the box. The cross-like pattern you saw in the earlier picture, is actually a origami pattern like foldable leather compartment shit. Huh? What? I'm a super awesome fashion robot? Ya I know right.

Well alright I'll now slap myself back to reality on why I decided to click on 'new post' and come up with this imaginary to-buy list. Truth is I'm broke like a dog again. Omg damn kao paiseh few weeks ago I still went around telling people I'm sleeping on top of my money and ironing them is my favourtie past-time WTF. Yeah but now I've fall and smack my head on the pavement and the cruel reality has dawned on me that I'm simply...broke. I'll tell you why.

Few days ago (if you really need to know, It was a friday, a very rainy and morbid one) I had my first job assignment as trainer. You know how I've been juggling around training kids at primary schools on the basics of Ms Word and powerpoint for my attachment job. Fundamentally, its the same banana mananas only this time, I'm training adults. And I don't think they'll ever call me in for any more assignments FML. More on that shootmepls story later.

On the night before I set the alarm at 645am as my lesson starts at 830am, I wanted to be a bit more lazy and set it to 7 but I'm a genius and I knew I would snooze the alarm and wake up at 7 anyways wtf. So I happily got myself changed and playfully jumped and sang my way to the train station wtf thinking theres no way I would be late as I had at least 15 minutes of allowance to reach the place in time. Then, laosai happened. I don't know whether it was the stupid rainy weather that messed with my brain or I'm actually just..plain stupid wtf I suddenly remembered something about reaching the place at 8am, 30 MINUTES EARLIER WHICH MEANS I'M ALREADY LATE! I abruptly got off the train and my laosai brain told me to take a cab so I did.

Remember what I said about the weather? Yeah it got every shit to do with this tragedy. Apparently, singaporeans are not trained to drive during rainy days so what they do is, they close their eyes and let the cars drive themselves! And surprise surprise! Bumper car extravaganza!!!!1 WOOOOHOOOOO I clapped my hands as I watched on and celebrate while the taxi meter raised in harmony with the frequency of road catastrophes. If that wasn't enough for a confetti bursting celebration, my laosai brain didn't warned me about going through 2 ERPs along the way to orchard. Dingdingding!! and as the digits on the doom meter loomed towards me, I swear I saw the angel of death coming to redeem me wtf. For the grand finale, the cab fare ended with a bang with the grand total of 70 glorious bucks ( actually SGD31 la, 70 bucks is in ringgit, digit bigger more dramatic effect mah wtf) and hark the herald angels sing! I reached the teaching office at 850pmam! High 5 anyone?

And that..was not it. I was so fucking nervous the whole time because first, the fact that I was so fucking late FML no.1. Second, the dress code was shirt and tie, I had no tie FML no.2. Third, the students were all super computer literate and non of them were pork uncles and vegetable aunties as I imagined wtf. Fourth, my boss sent some scrutinizing alien from her work staff and I was supervised like a prisoner FML no.3. Fifth, I basically stumbled my way like a fat and stammering dwarf throughout the lesson FML no. 2165456651^n+1

Later, I phoned my boss to explain and apologize for being late for lesson and this is what I got
"One of my staff, yeah she thinks you're unfamiliar with Microsoft Word"

Now, who wants to donate me for breakfast/lunch/dinner for the next three months ^____^ HIHI IS ME!!!!!