Wednesday, November 30, 2011

hot lips back in town.

what with all this mama hoo-ha going on, just thought id share some insight on the topic myself.

saw scandal's status on facebook today and she was going on about how she didn't know what was going on. normally, i would be none the wiser either, but thanks to this invention they call the television, i DO know.

also, this is a direct result of my celebrity-crush on the korean sex-god, kim hyun joong (which i am proud to say, i've stopped stalking). which brings me to the next comment i observed from my high throne.

"Kim Hyun Joong? He didn't went under the knife? He's my idol! ^.^"

don't like that one bit. first things first, your punctuation sucks donkey balls. second, you wouldn't know grammar if it were brought to you in a bucket. and third, if he were your idol, you'd know that he did go under the knife, but only to fix his nose which got hurt in an accident. i also know that he went skinny dipping in bali, that he's pretty much insane, that he's 181 cm tall, and looks like he'd have some mad skillz in bed, but that's besides the point.

anyway, what im trying to say is this, tying in with what i've said on the previous post but now to members of both genders, don't say something stupid on a public forum.. please. there will always be people like me who are lurking and laughing at your grammatical errors, lousy vocabulary and general stupidity.

on another note, tagboard's up. if you have nothing nice to say, by all means say it anyway and i'll try not to reply you. old friends, new and the people i've never met in my life, feel free to leave your mark. comments and criticisms are welcome and you can expect that i'll take them the best way you probably never intended.

love to all!

Sunday, November 27, 2011

things that get to me and why.

before i actually go to bed, i just have to bloody rant about girls these days who are giving those like yours truly a bad name.

first off there was that whole shebang about that hosehbo girl or whatever, and now there's this 12 year old chica who's stepping up to say that she too, has given her mother the old one-two.

here's a friendly suggestion. instead of typing about your truly childish misadventures, putting it on facebook, then getting all upset about people telling you off (and rightfully so, i might add.),

HOW ABOUT YOU GROW THE FUCK UP AND LEARN HOW TO READ AND SPELL.

on 14 year olds who dress like bloody prostitutes, expect people to treat you the way present yourself. what's with you tarting yourself up, sneaking into clubs, then going home to blog in broken english about a man flirting with you? and you have the GALL to be incensed? i'm sorry, but sell some of that ass in the shop window and get yourself a mirror.

finally, about young un's (and some who are not so young.) who claim they blog, learn what's appropriate and what's not. there are writers who put up things that are hard to digest, but are discerning about the words and tone they use. don't be surprised to get flamed if you're posting naked photos of yourself, going around making general derogatory remarks about a majority OR minority group, or just putting up childish nonsense. (like slapping your mom.)

newsflash: YOU'RE NOT COOL.

i know this is probably all old news to local readers here, but i haven't yet had the time to blog about this. just putting it our there to let people know that while ignorance or feigning it is a goddamn cult in singapore, i really don't want to just let it go like that. as a person who takes pride in being capable of good english, just let me say this:

ladies of all ages, listen up. if you don't understand the gravity of your words, don't use them. if you don't want to get told off for being inconsiderate, be careful with what you say. in this current age of technology, everything and everyone is accessible so i hope you get that some things are better left unsaid. hurting someone may be unintentional, but it could happen. you may choose your actions but not your consequences, because no one is exception to the law of cause and effect. if you're gonna say shit, expect to feel fucked up about it later and don't you dare get angry about it. these are good people who give a shit about the dump our society is turning into because of people like you. unless your rantings/musings/inane bullshit is meant to garner negative attention to begin with, then a congratulations in advance is due. you'll probably get what you wished for.

thank you.

Monday, November 21, 2011

from TMR.

blogging from work now. just to announce that im officially exhausted to the point of passing away. and i'm not even doing anything. whoever knew teaching kids to sing would be so tiring?

still, much as it sucks the energy out of me, i'm reminded how rewarding it is as well. i have missed this :D

shoutout to all my new colleagues! FIG, MIGGER, and all the rest. <3 thanks to you guys, i am having the time of my life.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

sing a song with you.

it's been about a week since i last blogged. have you loyal readers missed my nonsensical rantings?

just a quick update for now. i have since gotten a job, so that can be scratched off the to do list. the wardrobe remains untouched, but as consolation, the last item on that particular list can be taken off now!

also, have been going out fairly regularly, but i noticed my consumption of alcohol and cigarettes have been cut down dramatically. strange, since i expected the stats to rise in conjunction with the increasing number of outings. ohh well. presenting THE LIST!


  • to get a JOB.
  • to sort out self. (somewhat, anyway.)
  • clean desk.
  • re-colour-code wardrobe.
  • get down to putting up corkboards in room.
  • install bloody blinds on window looking out into living room.
  • to slow down on the alcohol intake.
  • ditto for the cigarettes.
  • to finish my book.
  • to finish reading everything in my house twice.
  • to stop checking emails every 15 minutes.
  • quit the facebook addiction.
  • quit stalking kim hyun joong (the one and only korean sex god.) online.
  • quit stalking ANYONE online.
  • watch scarface.
  • and all my favourite classics.
  • revisit old blog and fish out sexy lines, if any.
  • getting over tee.

aren't you guys proud of me? :D

beer now, more later! xx

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

never enough time.

met with BAK and started the yesterday out with him at PS Cafe at harding road. some bites and three glasses later, bak went home and i proceeded to PS Cafe at palais (yes it was a day for visiting.) to down a glass of champers. huang was there and she comped me the alcoholic beverage, but when i went to thank her and say hi, she was just as always, outrageously rude. ohh well.

hung out with RUSSLY and JBS at the dodge bar in the basement of ming arcade for a bit and when 10 rolled around, i was pretty smashed up. decided to head home, but surprise surprise, got a call from tee and we decided to meet up. told him exactly what i thought about him and i suppose all in all, it went well. shall not elaborate, but will say it ended amicably and all is not lost.

got home around 12 30 and contemplated the true meaning of love. i used to be pretty sure of the definition but it now all seems so abstract. be it with someone who is convinced he loves me, or someone i have feelings for, the innocence of playful courtship have gone together with my secondary school days. like everybody else i know, i end up second guessing the next person's intentions. which brings me to the next question of what happiness is, or rather, if i will ever get to experience it, and if i do, would i know?

my life has been sectioned off, categorically defined by who i spent that time with. i wonder if any of those men remember me and how. if we were still together, would we have been happy?

and random thoughts like that filled my head, it was only when i remembered what it is always like in the beginning that i stopped feeling sorry for myself. i suppose everyone has their days and whatnot, but i absolutely refuse to continue moping. besides, i have had my moments of extreme happiness. problem is, at this point it's just hard to keep them close. reminiscing is more than recreation, it can also be a tool for comfort. now that i have come across this revelation, i'm spreading the love. happiness, however fleeting, is meant to be held close and dear. i wont waste time being sad anymore, i promise.

live long and prosper!



for all the boys i've helped mother.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

things.

im getting quite sick of your constant pulling and pushing. you show moments of sincerity, then complete indifference the next second. you ask me out, then spend time telling me about someone else you're seeing. you say you understand what i went through with you but you behave as if i should be the one apologizing. it's not funny anymore tee.

so what if i still have feelings leftover from what would be our pathetic little romance? i'm only normal and have emotions, but it doesn't give you the right to treat me like crap. i've accepted that i'll just end up being number 39 to you, but there's limit to what i would allow someone to do to me and being your bloody plaything is defo not what i authorized.

like i said, regardless of how i feel about you at the present moment, i have made the decision to move on and in this, i will, doubtless, succeed.

get THAT into your head, you pompous, stubborn, egoistical, genius, millionaire, playboy jerk.

the right to be wrong.

after 2 years of absenteeism, someone i met completely randomly made a huge comeback. surprise, surprise, we got on famously.

a customer at ps cafe, and me being their humble waitress, SONG and his two friends used to come regularly and chill where i used to work. after serving them once or twice, we somehow established a connection. not the oh-my-god-i'm-in-love kind, just that the mutual admiration for each other's wit made us fast friends.

the last i saw them was back when i was piling plates at dempsey, and when i left for palais, i thought i'd never meet them again. and then last night happened!

was stranded last night, all by my lonesome and with no where to go. was texting song and he suggested we meet. said yes, and we agreed to meet at punch. HAHAA, at the string of events that followed.

had my usual dirty martinis on ice, and decided to go to st james with song after. met his group on insane friends and had the time of my life. apart from the buffet of whiskey, beer and cognac consumed, i honestly haven't laughed that hard in fucking ages. lost my shoes somehow and sweet, sweet song took his off and let me wear them. considering it was raining yesterday, it was an extremely touching gesture.

all in all i have to say that he was totally opposite from what i expected. just goes to show that you can't judge a book by it's cover. this really could be the start of something beautiful, don't you think?

Friday, November 4, 2011

just the right amount of awkward.

just struck me how ironic it was that my ex just said how it was impossible it was for us to be platonic friends, now that i've decided to basically let him go.

who's to stay and go, really. i suppose it's not really ours to decide, is it?

either way, the night saw way much more excitement than that. drinks from 6 30 onwards, i was almost properly drunk before i got to clarke quay. made a proper fool of myself, exactly the way people at clarke quay are supposed to. :D

update on the to-do-list, nothing as been done, as expected. yes am still stalking the korean sex god and quite obviously have not gotten over the ex. le sigh, fml indeed.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

oh speak again, bright angel!

mostly, the rest of my day was spent on hey arnold!, i neglected to hand in the to-do-list as promised. but whatever, there is always tomorrow, no?

on the other hand, no time like the present. so!
  • to get a JOB.
  • to sort out self.
  • clean desk.
  • re-colour-code wardrobe.
  • get down to putting up corkboards in room.
  • install bloody blinds on window looking out into living room.
  • to slow down on the alcohol intake.
  • ditto for the cigarettes.
  • to finish my book.
  • to finish reading everything in my house twice.
  • to stop checking emails every 15 minutes.
  • quit the facebook addiction.
  • quit stalking kim hyun joong (the one and only korean sex god.) online.
  • quit stalking ANYONE online.
  • watch scarface.
  • and all my favourite classics.
  • revisit old blog and fish out sexy lines, if any.
  • and finally:



back on the topic of old school cartoons, an excerpt!

mr. hyunh:
oscar, oscar! why do you always have to cheat? why can't you act like a normal man?
oscar:
me? what about you? you are wearing a dress.
mr. hyunh:
that is to help arnold! i am juliet!
oscar:
you are not juliet, you are a sad man wearing a dress.
mr. hyunh:
i am juliet! JULIET!


HAHAHAHAHAA DELUSIONS.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

such a heavenly way to die.



perfect for a dreary afternoon with a book. still, there's a slight tinge of melancholic electricity in the air, and how it got there i don't know. perhaps the rain, because like most of the people i know, i've forgotten how to dance in it.

if, like the song suggests, that all i want to do is to be with someone, i'm probably doomed for misery. but on the off chance that i do find someone to love me this way and vice versa, i suppose that would be nice. however, like i wrote last night, not likey to happen anytime soon.

besides, assuming i don't find that someone till a double decker bus crashes into us, i may have more time to bargain with that i thought. it offers little comfort, but today, i'll take what i can get.

the long awaited to-do-list will be up later today, if for no one else's perusal, my own. till then!

comedy at it's best.

russell brand's version of a love letter to serena williams:


serena,

congratulations on being so good at tennis. you really do tennis so well, it's difficult not to develop a crush on you. even with a sore leg, a condition that would have made monica seles buckle (remember all that fuss about her back injury!). i'd like you to come and see me do stand up (wink wink!) while you're in the uk, or even come to tea with me. i know you're busy with all the wimbledon hooplah, but damn it woman! you must have some time to nourish your soul and flirt! it's what jesus would have wanted.

call or email me back. we must fill our days with adventure, in case the after life is as serene as your name and not as exciting as your dancing smile.

a respectful kiss,
russell brand


you've got to admit, the man's got godlike skill.

another brilliant quote from the genius:

"thank you for for being so kind to me about my physical appearance.
but of course beauty is transient and one day you and i will both die, jonathan.
we'll be nought but dust.. not today though!
today's going to be lovely!"

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

i'll stop the whole world.

was scrolling through my blog last night while hanging out with BAK and ended up looking at posts from long ago. though it's often that i do this, it never ceases to amaze how much time can change a person. or rather, what experience years can bring.

though i wouldn't go as far to say how immature and childish i was, i willingly confess that i hardly know the person i was. not so much juvenile, just largely ignorant and indignant about many things. and now, countless disappointments and lessons later, its no wonder i find myself different.

bak, as well as two random strangers, claim that they were impressed by my writing, going as far to say that i should most definitely publish. unfortunately, i don't think i ever will. i have no desire whatsoever to see my life in print. strange, coming from a blogger, i suppose, but it feels like an entirely different thing altogether. perhaps time will change my mind, but for the moment these words will remain on a computer screen. besides, like anne frank, i cannot for the life of me imagine what thought people around the world will give about the musings of a youngling.

on to other things. a recurring of past events have been plaguing me in the form of men. i have observed that whenever i go through a particularly painful phase, i tend to attract men i would otherwise date if i were in a more positive place. not that i don't enjoy the attention, but it goes without saying that i am in no position to commit to any relationship of such nature, not when i'm in this current state anyway. i have too much on my plate to worry about when the next heartbreak will occur, thank you very much.

to be honest, i have been way too reliant on my other half in the past but this time i need to find my own. i'm pretty sure my friends will agree when i say this, that i'm strong but i'm only human. i can't continue like this and i won't let myself drag someone else down as well. hopefully, my countless suitors will understand where i'm coming from and leave me well alone with regards to being reciprocal to their feelings. in case i do give in, however, it will be on my terms and no one else's.

enough for now. more later.