Your Stripper Song Is

Master and Servant by Depeche Mode "There?s a new game We like to play you see A game with added reality You treat me like a dog Get me down on my knees" Yawn, dancing is so boring without a little spice.

What Song Should You Strip To?

Your Ideal Relationship is Casual Dating

Maybe you're looking for love... But mostly you're looking for fun. You could get serious with the right person. For now, though, you're enjoying playing the field.

What's Your Ideal Relationship?

You Should Learn French

C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs. You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...

What Language Should You Learn?

Your Japanese Name Is...

Noriko Shijo

What's" your Japanese Name?

You Should Drive a Bentley Azure

You're all flash, and you love to show off to anyone who will watch. And you're such a high roller, this is just one car of many for you...

What 2007 Car Should You Drive?

*points to above* this one isn't v accurate :

You Are an Emo Rocker!

Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing. That doesn't mean you don't rock out... You just rock out with meaning. For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

Yea! So true!

What Your Underwear Says About You

Your underwear is probably really, really old. You're sexy, in that pinup girl, tease sort of way.

The Underwear Oracle

Who Should Paint You: Andy Warhol

You've got an interested edge that would be reflected in any portrait You don't need any fancy paint techniques to stand out from the crowd!

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

Your French Name is:

Liana Ratelle

What's Your French Name?

You Are a Rainbow

Breathtaking and rare You are totally enchanting and intriguing But you usually don't stick around long! You are best known for: your beauty Your dominant state: seducing

What Type of Weather Are You?

I don't seduce!

Go now, if you want it
An otherworld awaits you
Don't you give up on it
You bite the hand that feeds you

All alone, cold fields you wander
Memories of it, cloud your sight
Fills your dreams, disturbs your slumber
Lost your way, a fallen knight

Hold now, aim is steady
An otherworld awaits you
One thousand years, you ready?
The otherworld, it takes you

Go into the sand, and the dust, and the sky
Go now, there's no better plan, than to do or to die
Free me, pray to the faith in the face of the light
Feed me, fill me with sin, and get ready to fight
You know you will
You know you will
You know it, you know it, you know it, you know it, that you will
You know it, you know it, you know it, you know it, that you will
You know you will...

Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight!

Hope dies, and you wander
The otherworld, it makes you
Dreams, they rip asunder
The otherworld, it hates you

Free now, ride up on it
Up to the heights, it takes you
Go now, if you want it
An otherworld awaits you

For my own entertainment, not yours.


A job description to Island Creamery should probably read this:

Part-time or Full-time vounteers required

Job description:

You will not get paid for the time you spend here, however, you will be given incentives of $6/hr for the total amount of shit the boss makes you eat.

Points to note for a most fruitful experience working here:

Persistently insist (preferably like a dog) that you be taught how to scoop the ice cream even if the boss says it is your first day and you will not scoop any ice cream or do anything else other than lovingly bond with the cash register.

A good idea of how to treat customers would be to behave the total opposite of how the boss behaves toward you.

Anyone who shows the slightest sign of discomfort such as a raised eyebrow, blank face or prolonged silent treatment to none other than the boss will be fired immediately.

Things to bring along which you might need to use:

A clothes peg, preferably large enough to clip your nose with should you find the neighbourhood rubbish centre sweeter smelling than the cloths you will be provided with to wipe tables.

A personal watch, as we absolutely will not inform you when your shift is up because we desperately require people to eat additional shit for 2-3 hrs even if they do not intend to. For this reason, you will find a clock in total non-existence within the compound.


Remember, it is not how much you can do. It is how much shit you can and are able to eat that is key. If you are one who is able to:

Eat the amount of shit given to you in record time,
Show absolutely no signs of puking whatsoever,
Beg for more shit to be bestowed upon you,
And even lick the boss' boots thereafter,

You are the one we are looking for! Call us now!

It is today. It is only today when I can tell myself not to deny the fact. To deny it any sooner would've ruined my life but now, it is time to let it out. Not to pull anymore covers over it and bring it out into the bright light.

I had never had any friends at all. I have none. I am my only confidant.

I returned seeking to understand better the tie between myself and the institution. But instead, I relived the horrors, the absolute reason my life was a living hell back then. Why? I am, and always will be an alternative genre. I am, and always will be alone. I am, and always will be different from these things we call people. Amidst the utter chaos, I realised how everything was back then. I'd forgotten but now I will remember. Following people around like a dog. Things that don't have a heart. Things that don't listen. Things that can only talk about senseless, useless, utterly superficial, stupidity, moronic other things. If it wasn't about how our lives were shit or how homework was shit it was about boyfriends, girlfriends, who's hot who's sexy who's with who who broke up with who. This world only exists for itself. It cares not for substance but fleeting beauty and deception.

It was full of lies. And probably still is now.

I thought, maybe, I could remember how I'd grown stronger back then. How I'd known more than I had before. I guess it was never about the institution in the first place.

Elevate, I need to elevate myself from this whirring blur before I become engulfed in it's lies and deception and become one of it's kind.

It was my birthday yesterday. As it is now no longer my birthday, I have lost the special priviledge of doing anything I want. However, since there is absolutely no excuse for me not to do it, I shall rattle away to my heart's content since I am fully entitled to do so. :)

Yesterday started out a bit anti-climax. What with the stupid driving test I had to do, which I failed as well, that's even more disgusting. How can you do this to me? On my birthday?! Since the test is computerised (all you who have yet to learn) I suppose the computer you do the test on checks the number of correct answers at the speed of... ... a computer and tells you immediately if you've passed or failed the test. I must admit it was a quite a challenge to accept the big orange box with the words FAILED in caps right after I pressed on the submit test button. Oh the computer is touch screen btw. Okay alright, let's not dwell on that. We still have a long day ahead. It's only ten in the morning!

As I walked home from the bus stop, the resident stray Mr. Friendly followed me home. Usually 'tis I who would keep a lookout for him and give him a pat or two on his little black head when I see him. Today, however, 'twas him who saw me and came running after me! How strange! I'd didn't think he (or any other cats for that matter) actually recognise people save for their voices. Anyway, what a nice surprise. He came up to the gate and rubbed around till I gave him some food. Mr. Friendly is sorta blackish grey with a white underneath and white areas on his face, paws and some other areas of his body. The unique pattern on his body seems to me as though Mr. Friendly wears blackish grey stockings or footless tights, as his hind limbs are blackish grey except the immediate paw area. He is rather a long, slender, tall-ish male compared to other more muscular, larger tomcats. Even his features, such as his nose seem longish. Ht emits a one-of-a-kind cat call that I can identify straight away.

I had to go out again for my driving lesson, how utterly convenient. With Mr. Friendly close at at my heels I set off towards the bus stop again. He stopped after we left the security of the HDB flats. Anyway, I was uncommonly late that day because the buses decided to bail out on me. It was a good driving day. The car didn't stall! Yayness. What an accomplishment. The only booboo I'd made was forgetting to do that left turn.

What a way to start a birthday! I went home rather tired and not wanting to do anything at all. It was hot and I didn't have anyplace in particular to go to nor anything in particular that I would've been excited to do. I got down to continuing my game on FFX where I re-updated myself on my standing of the game (weaponry, position on the sphere grid, item count). It's quite monotonous now because I had decided to stop for a lil to assess the situation of my characters and no. and type of items I needed and did not need (in the case of weapons). It is mighty tiring to decide what's good and what's not good or what I should do cos once you've chosen you've got to live with that decision for the rest of the game. Sometimes, I give myself a break from thinking and leave the presistently annoying problem at the back of my mind and conveniently forget about it only to realise a few relaods of the game later that I still have yet to make a decision. I think this is a game I will have to keep a log of, to enable to do things in a systematic manner so as not to continually fluster myself.

Well, anyway, the most unexpected thing happened next. When I mean unexpected I really mean 1.not anticipated. 2.totally unthought off. 3.absolutely unforseen and. 4. happening or coming quickly and without warning. Haha. I was up to my usual devices, entertaining myself in that "little world of mine" (says Jemmie) when I heard the squeaky creaking of the backgate. I'd thought my mom came home but Lo and Behold! A rare visitor popped up and stood at the backyard.

Huuuuiiiibbbboooooooooonn! Haha. Wth you doing here?

I greeted her in my oversized reebok t-shirt, fbts and way too nerdy glases. That is like soooo. Paiseh. Anyway, it was so out of the blue I didn't quite know how to react to her presence. Ask her in and er... ... Where's that secret planner thing I keep around the house for when guests unexpectedly pop by? It just felt kinda weird and all. I, without much consciousness of mind opened the fridge to rummage around for something. I thought, when guests come you should give them something to fill their tummies with. Hence, I remembered what our fridge is currently famous for. Loads of chocolate. I took out the packet of factory clearance chocolates my sis brought home from the uk, they're pretty good, and we munched on them while plonking ourselves down on the sofa to watch Freaky Friday on Disney. Huiboon insisted we light the lone candle she brought and stick it into the melting slice of Delifrance chocolate cake she bought earlier. And that I, the birthday person, had to sing together with, her, my own birthday song! How appalling! Hahaha. And I, had to make a birthday wish before extinguishing the tiny flame. I felt so lost for words because it seemed all too childish, unusual, dumb, silly,weird, funny, mad, horrifying, unforseen and just so I-don't-do-this kinda thing. But it's tradtition! I know. We gotta follow the rules yknow. I didn't exactly know what wish to make because I never prepared myself what to wish for. I never really wished for something on my birthday. Something I really really wanted. Not materialistically. Something what dreams are made of. The flame was threatening to extinguish itself without my help so I had to rely on my spontaneity to wish for something (which wasn't exactly a something in the end actually). Laughs, I even had to cut the mini-cake after that, followed by us digging into the really smooshy cake. It was really nice and chocolatey.

Well, thanks boon for doing something about this occasion. Something, I myself would never have bothered about, much less other people. I'm glad that you came, though I wasn't quite prepared to celebrate with you. It's your presence that counts. :)

And at night, the wee hours of the night when the night owls start hooting, I caught the biggest one online on my MSN list. The previous conversation I had with Cheryl was mostly about threadless. This time it started with makeup, specifically a broken MAC shadestick going for cheap. We talked a lil 'bout makeup in general and she said she wanted to try out this brand called Barry M. And then there was a whole lot about spree-ing and organising due to the sudden presence of a post at sgspree about the notorious !#$^*&% whose name I shall not mention here for it spells bad news. Apparently she had disguised herself under a new nickname and organised a spree, which everyone was afraid she might end up running away with all the money. And cheryl told me about a new site which you could watch anime without downloading the episodes manually. Is that ingenious or what? The sound of the naruto opening was like music to my ears, because it has been almost two years since I last heard it and well, it is actually music afterall. And I told cheryl that you could catch Gray's Anatomy on channel 5 (cos she loves that show and she didn't know they had it here). It felt like, I give you something good, you give me something good too. Anyway, she's just such an easy person to talk to. A little stoic, it's always nice when I see a 'haha.' here or there. But mostly keen to listen. Cos I'd be like this this this this, you wanna see? Or that that that, you know why? And she'd be like, show me. That's why I never get to sleep when she's around and we talk on Msn. She really seems to devote herself to threadless. Passion + stoicity = Strangely funny. She's a cool person.

I have a tee-shirt. It says:

The first time I set my eyes on it, I thought: Hey! That tee shirt is so... me. And I wanted it a lot. Now that I have it (that's me wearing it in the pic), I think that it's message is simple but it has many meanings. It could mean, you're talking way too much yo. Just shut up and let the man speak. Or, it could be, hey, just listen to what I have to say. Listen to my story. Or maybe, it's: you're talking way too much and you don't even know what you're talking about. Why don't you be quiet and listen to other people. The more I looked at it and think about its message or messages, I think this is really actually an emo tee in disguise. What with the cheery yellow background and almost over enthusiastic V sign, it hides the wearer's sad intention of making known his or her feelings of being underappreciated by everyone else and too often wishful thinking that people could just sit still and listen to what they say when most of the time their opinions go unnoticed or in and out other people's ears. Almost a declaration of their loneliness and the depressing fact that no one will ever listen.

My GAP spree stuff just arrived today. I think my mom's pink bag is superbly beautiful and it's the exact same colour as her M&S shoes! But she says it's expensive for a bag of that kind of material (Hellloooo. Price-wise she's stuck in the last decade. It costs about $28).

I love my velour jacket as well. In the loveliest shade of majorca blue :) (What kinda colour is that???)I was afraid that I wouldn't quite like to use it because it doesn't come with a hood and it didn't seem to have pockets in the front when I saw it on the website. However, rest assured, GAP stuff are always functional. It came with hidden-out-of-site pockets with zips in the outside and extra pockets on the inside :) How cool is that. Totally unexpected but very nice. It fits perfectly and I'm glad I took S. Btw, my cam can't take colours very well. I assure you it's in the loveliest shade of majorca blue :):):)