Don't Leave Me Alone

Listening to It Ends Tonight by All American Rejects

The last week of holidays are gone. It's so weird, I feel like I haven't had a holiday. It's like, Bankok feels like ages ago but yet the holidays feel so short. It's like that isn't it? Memories are far away yet time feels like it'll never wait for you. Anyways, I spent my last week of holidays quite fruitfully: sleeping.

Haha..yeah, it was bankok, then a week of painting and cleaning then 11 days in NYC and then all of a sudden it's the last week of the holidays. And just when I was starting to get back on singapore time, we're starting school.

Well, I've spent my Halloween eve quite productively. I.. woke up at 1am. And.. bought a bowl full of sweets for the kids tomorrow when they come by for Halloween. And last but not least, my most exciting piece of information for the day: I've started on my mural. haha. Yes. I was supposed to do it some time at the beginning of October. As usual, i only managed to get my lazy ass on it at the end of october. Well, it's not an original piece. I was sourcing around for inspiration, and I came across this drawing that was.. well, just really moving. It's called 'Don't Leave Me Alone'. And .. I just couldn't stop looking at it and it just had this.. awesome feeling. Like as if someone took my exact sentiments and put it on paper and then showed it to me. And I just thought, well, I HAVE to put this on my wall. So.. I've been at it since.. 5am. HAha.

Yes, I know my clock's all fucked up so I tend to do things at odd ours. In fact, last night when I woke up at 1am. I was chatting with Zat for awhile then I spent like an hour playing with my mice and my snake [separately of course]. And - let me sidetrack - guess what? I've been handling the baby mice too! They're so cute! They're tiny, and they haven't even opened their eyes yet but they have this extremely fine layer of tiny hairs and tiny feet and tiny everything! Even these stubby little tiny tales! They're just sooooo tiny! I swear to god they are sooo cute. I don't know how I'm ever gonna bear to feed them to monty. It's not so bad when I buy a new mouse and chuck it in there but I would never throw in Hersheys, or Malt. Or even Mars [even if he's lazy and fat and annoying and has huge balls].

Anyhoo.. it's back to painting. I would also like to say that I'm inviting whoever wants to come to a house party on probably, wednesday the 2nd of November. At night, eve of the public holiday. It's an informal party, it's not gonna be one of those glam things with strobe lights and all that crap. But just something so that I can see all my dearest friends again. (: RSVP if ur coming.

P/S: can I just say that you all probably already know how tiring painting is. But trying to draw straight lines with a brush for the past 9 hours is REALLY tiring. In fact, I think my right hand can now be referred to as 'The Claw' because it's permanantly shaped to hold a brush.

[edit] ok, it's 4 o clock. Meaning that I have effectively been painting for 11 hours with nothing but two smoke breaks. I have lost all contact with my right hand and have adapted quite quickly to typing with my left hand. I'm tired. I'm not even half done yet. I thought murals were supposed to be fun.

Friendster Rampage

Listening to Burn Burn by The Lost Prophets

I'm so bored. Yesterday I slept at 2pm and woke up this morning at 4am. haha. So yes. I'm bored. So, I got an e-mail from Friendster saying that I have a friend request from Gab. Thus began my friendster rampage. I added all my NYC friends and then updated my profile. And once I was done. I was bored again.
I was looking through my 'Friends' list and I noted these few things:

1. The first 6 people on my list are ridiculous because they just HAD to put some stupid symbol infront or behind of their names. Can I just say: BE FUCKIN NORMAL FOR ONCE.
2. Number 4 on my list, I am embarassed to know her. And her boyfriend. Because I didn't think he was that retarded until I saw the photos.
3. I have no idea who 2 & 5 are and am not proud of having them on my list.
4. Number 2 has the gayest, most retarded profile page that I have ever scorned.
5. I don't even like number 8. In fact, my best friend hates him.

So, you'd think this was bad enough right? But noooo.. I had to take it to the next level. So here are my STATISTICS:

Of the grand total of 207 people on my Friendster list,

No. of people I've only spoken to once: 34
No. of people I find extremely embarassing and irritating: 10
No. of people I don't know/remember: 24
No. of people I don't like: 24
No. of people I haven't spoken to for years: 47
No. of guys that are there only cause I think they're hot: 16
No. of people related to me: 5
No. of people that I can call friends: 24
No. of people I love: 23

Meaning that I only like one quarter of the people on my list. HAHA.. Friendster sucks.

Hear Me

Listening to Gone by Kelly Clarkson
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I LOVE MY MICE!

haha. I was reading about mice to learn more about them now that Hershey's had her babies. It turns out that mice respond well to activity. Like movement and sound and stuff. Meaning that they're cage should be somewhere busy so that they can see people moving about and stuff. Which is great since they're tank is in my study room where they see an average of ONE PERSON PER 10 HOURS. And that would be me.

Ok. So here's my solution. Everyday I'm gonna let them run around my table when I'm on my lappie so that they can.. listen to music. HA HA. I just realised how fuckin' gay that sounds. Ah whatever. At least they get to listen to my mellow stuff [i'm afraid they'll get heart attacks if I play heavy music] like snow patrol and death cab and everclear and all that. Yes. I also realise why they've been fighting. MARS HAS BEEN SEXUALLY HARASSING MALT [maltesers]! She's my new mouse and she's waaaaay too young to even be THINKING of having sex and this Mars is ready to start humping her already. Obviously she's not pleased. She keeps squeaking and curling up in fright everytime he comes near her. Or like when he tries to shove his nose into her butt she'll like shoot forward by a few inches as if someone shocked her. HAA HA

But anyways. They're so entertaining. Mars just runs around with his balls dragging on the ground and Malt has been trying for ages to climb on this wooden ball but it just keeps rolling away. It's really funny. Anyways. While I was typing this I realised that Mars, that fat, saggy-balled bastard PISSED ON MY FUCKIN TABLE. And you know what? For an animal that small their piss smells pretty damn bad. Nnngg.. I just cleaned my entire table with disinfectant and then misted it with Vic's Secret's Strawberries and Champagne scent. HAHA. Now my rooms smells pretty again.

I realise that after I threw out my gazillion bags of rubbish, painted my room and put the new furniture in and arranged everything nicely, i've become extremely anal about how clean my room is. Like i can't bear for it to become messy and have to go through the entire process again. Ha HA. And i've included anti-roach plans as well. Like mothballs everywhere and if I eat in my room, the window and door must be open and the fan must be on at MINIMUM speed TWO so that the room will air and the food smell will go away.

Anyways. I haven't slept. All night. Couldn't sleep again. I just feel like I have a lot of energy and how sleep would be a waste of time. I think i'll go to school and meet XB. Gotta give R. Yee my reciepts that i FORGOT to bring after I painstakenly accounted and arranged by day and according to Breakfast-Lunch-and-Dinner yesterday. Yes. I did. I was totally anal, almost as bad as Shila and then I FORGOT to bring it. Genius right.

Frame

Listening to Cold Day In The Sun by Foo Fighters

I'm bored i'm bored i'm bored. It's 5.17 and i don't feel like sleeping. I don't think it's jet lag, i just feel like I wasted half the week sleeping and if I go to sleep I'll wake up with tomorrow gone. Had a post-NYC meeting today. It was great seeing everyone again. (: We broke-fast with the muslims as well.. which is why I was late and completely missed PowerJams [sorry juan!!]

We went to Zouk anyway, Christine, Yiying, Ben & me. Met Don there and Weiming later. The music was crappy.. they kept playing ricky-fuckin-martin. And I saw Xin too.. with his puke-worthy mambo dance-moves. Nnggh. Anyways, when we were leaving the music got so good. It was such a waste. They played Lenny Kravitz and That Thing You Do and all that. It was actually quite glam. And I MET KAREN!!! YAY! haha .. I totally missed Karen!

Oh yes, so we planted ourselves in front of the podium so that I could check out Xin's mambo-moves and it turns out that we had planted ourselves next to weiming's hot white guy. And there were a whole bunch of them and it was really packed so everytime their group swayed towards us weiming fucking started dancing closer so that his ass was rubbing with that guy's ass. It was not cool. HAHA

ok i'm bored again now that my story is over. I don't wanna sleep and I have to go to school tomorrow cause I forgot to bring my effing reciepts to school today.

bored bored bored

Listening to In Your Honour by Foo Fighters

whoa.. so i was going through my mail after sending Christine her 235745 photos ONE by ONE because my fricken e-mail can't send it in bulk and guess what I came across. HA HA .. check this out [link].

Anyways, Hersheys gave birth! To two ugly pink babies. Well, three, but she cannibalised one. So, Monty's supposed to eat end of the month but Jonathan's going to Bankok tomorrow and he wanted to see her eat. So I went down to the pet shop and bought two more females, one to breed, one to feed. Yes? Balance of life and death right? Oh, did I not mention that while I was away my brother LOST Cadbury? Nnnnnggh.

K. So I got two new ones, black and white. I told my brother to pick the one he thought was uglier so he picked one up and put it in the tank with Monty. And monty was like fuckin' oblivious the entire time. I actually got bored waiting for her to eat the damn mouse. So I started observing the mice and then I realise that the one inside the tank is way cuter than the other one cause it had this white patch on it's nose. So I said, ok, let's save that one and throw the other one in.

So Jonathan took it out of the tank and I got the other mouse out. Then I took the 'uglier' one and put it in. Within 3 seconds Monty killed it. And I was like. HA HA. See, she didn't want to eat the cute one. But guess what. I THREW THE WRONG FUCKING MOUSE IN THE TANK.

nnnnnnnngggghh. Now the 'cute' one is in Monty's belly, happily digesting away. Ugh. ANyways. I'm bored bored bored. I cleaned up my room. What an achievement. Jon also managed to get the Foo Fighters album onto my lappie which is glam. ANd he also got the IPOD 30 gig video. FUCK.

FUCK.

PHOTOS!

Listening to Tears on my Pillow by OST Grease

Photos are up! 8 hours on Sat and continued un Sunday at 8pm. I just finished and its.. 9am. hAHa. OK, there's a link on my link drop down menu. Otherwise u can try clicking [HERE]. (:

It was a fun trip and I loved every minute of it. There's still so much I want to see and so much more time I want with the group. Anyways, we're back and as much as I miss NY, I missed Singapore too. Yadadada. I love u guys.

Time will tell

Listening to I Caught Fire by The Used

I realised one other thing I love about America. I can easily wear XS. HAHA

Ok, I've been working tirelessly on the photos. From the photos I realised two things. ONE: I'm quite a camera-whore. TWO: I voyeur at children a lot. It's the paedophile in me. I spent 13 hours on the first.. 7 days of the trip. 3 more to go. sigh.. R. Yee wants them by Wednesday. Going to Jules' place tomorrow! I can't wait to see & co. again! YAY! hahah

I'm still jet-lagged. I can't sleep. back to photos now.

I Missed The Humidity

Listening to Like A Child by Backstreet Boys

Ok, i don't actually miss the humidity. It's like a blast of sweat from 60 smelly school kids that hits u in the face when u step out of changi airport. I was supposed to wake up at 3pm today. I woke up at 10pm instead. It was so weird, my room was completely dark when I woke up. But it was the best sleep in my life. After the Bowelry beds that bruise your butt if you jump on them and the fake walls and lack of ceilings where monsters snore loud enough to keep you awake for hours or people shout at you to shut up if you talk to loudly, my room is like luxury.

Well, considering that we left New York on Thursday and arrived on Saturday, it effectively means that I lost Friday. And now I've lost the entire Saturday to sleep. I vow to wake up tomorrow to see my dearest Charbee and Co.

I just went over the Weiming's house to see the latest attractions, deliver presents and read FHM. Weiming's room looks almost like mine did after world war III hit it. Hahha.. So yes. I spent the entire time sitting on his floor reading FHM, and left when the boys wanted to play games on the PS2. Blaaaaaagh. I can't sleep. It's 2pm in NY. I miss NY.

The Long Entry

Listening to Last Cigarette by Bon Jovi

I'M BACK!! Ok but first, since I lost all contact with civilisation on day 6, I'll fill u in on all that's happened.

Saturday: DAY 6
The SUN came out! It was the first time we saw the sun in 5 days. Went out with Ben & Jerry plus Aggie and Idayu again. I got a GAP shirt for 6.99. Glam right. And we got a scoop on people protesting agains racism and sexism at MTV, like placards and everything right outside the MTV building. Then i went to buy a shirt from the MTV store. OOh.. and i got a $5 bag. hee.. We saw [and got groped by] the naked cowboy. He's basically a street musician that wears a cowboy hat, boots and spandex briefs. Hehe.
Then we went down to the skatepark along the Hudsons river for Gerald's story. It was beautiful, seagulls, kayaks and people sailing down the river. and the sun broke out from the clouds and there were these rays of sunlight shining down on the river. It was amazing. We got lost after that, and ended up in Brooklyn. HEE HEE. It's like on the no-no list, together with The Bronx, Harlem and Alphabet City.
Had dinner at the Shake Shack and shopping in 7th Avenue after. There's a monster in room 422.

Sunday: DAY 7
We went to 6 and 7th Avenue today for Gab's story. Eventually managed to lose Mr. Yee. Me and Ag then split off from Gab and Gwyn to go shopping at Victoria Secrets. We got twelve bottles in total from Vic's Secret Garden collection. HAHA. They all have really cheesy names like 'forbidden fantasy' and 'pure seduction'. Anyways, we walked down to Times Square again and went shopping all day. Hard Rock, the big Etnies shop and of course, the giant HERSHEYS store. They had chocolate bars the size of briefcases. It was like walking into Charlie's Chocolate Factory.
At the Grand Central subway we saw Breakdancing buskers. It was exactly like the ones you see in movies, like in the subway with about 5 guys breaking and a huge crowd around them. Aggie interviewed them and one of the guys, Tyrese, came over to talk to me. I was talking to him for a full 10 minutes before I realised he was trying to pick me up. This was when my imaginary boyfriend came in to repel him. haha. I missed Ben & Gerry today.

Monday: DAY 8
We woke up at 4 to go to Chinatown to catch a bus to Boston. I distinctly remember walking down the road with the Boston team and Mr. Yee and already wishing that Pat. Wong was with us instead. On the Chinatown bus we watched the sun rise over the city of manhattan. It was really awesome. Went to the Boston Globe and my KIA bag got ruined there. So they gave me a Boston Globe bag which was really cool. Did u know that the Boston Globe uses semi-intelligent robots to help them carry and load rolls of paper that weigh over 800kg?
So yes. Our Boston Hotel is like Shangri La compared to the aptly named 'Bowelry' hostel in NYC. We split off from R. Yee and went to the Boston Common. So, NYC's going through a late summer but autumn hit Boston at the right time. All I can say is that it's beautiful with the fall colours. The park where we went to for 'Urban Style' was fantastic, there are squirrels everywhere and couples having picnics or simply cuddling on the grass. It's the sweetest thing ever.
Boston's very english but also a lot like singapore. We saw a lot of hot guys there. Hehe. A lot of black gangs too. I realise that there's a lot more hostility in boston than in NYC. It was quite exciting. Haha. So yeh, another thing about Boston is that the shops there close around 6-8. So we went to Quincy Market and ran into Aggie's group by accident so we all had dinner together. Without r. yee.

Tuesday: DAY 9
the HI Hotel had free breakfast! It's luxury! haha .. I realise how un-spoilt the 'bowelry' has made us. The Boston subways are like theme park rides. They have those old school trams. Like the ones u see in San Fran. There's even a train stop that's called 'Wonderland'. We went to the Boston Aquarium as well, it had a 4 storey high tank. After we went to Harvard Square and walked all the way to some ulu place to eat mexican food. Then we went shopping at the Harvard Coop. Aggie bought 24367574 shirts. In the meantime, myself, Ben & Gerry and Yiying entertained ourselves. Some discoveries: Gerald found anti-masturbation gum. The first time Ben had an orgasm and saw the cum, he thought he had cancer.
Urban Outfitters is the coolest shop in the world. They have a bargain basement with stuff from 3.99 onwards. They even have old-school pacman machines and figurines from Tim Burton's 'Tragic Toys for Boys and Girls'. I bought a book on the 365 sex positions for every day of the year. You should see the one on R. Yee's birthday.
Rett's wallet was stolen so she had to make a police report. We were practically homeless cause we'd already checked out and the hotel didn't have space in their lobby so we sat outside in the cold and watched agnes entertain herself. She's exactly like Jules, fuckin' hyper 24 hours a day. Exept that she goes to sleep hyper and wakes up hyper. I kinda miss how grumpy jules is in the morning. We got on the bus back to NY at 11pm and arrived early at 3am. It was freezing cold and we were homeless. That was one of the lower points of the holiday.

Wednesday: DAY 10
Our last day was the day I found my calling, at Conde Nast. Basically, we went to the building that's the home to Mens Health, GQ, Vogue, Glamour and all that. It was un-fucking-believably awesome. I swear i'm gonna work there one day. The afternoon after was free-and-easy for once. Went shopping with Steph, Rett and Shila down 5th Avenue. Then we went to South Street Seaport in the evening to visit the huge Abercrombie store. Steph and I had one last pizza at Ray's [bacon and pepperoni] and then we went shopping at the sex shop. They had video booths and a fuckin' BIN full of used tissues, if you know what I mean. Some guy even used his hat.
At night we vowed not to sleep. Myself, Steph, Rett, Zat and Gerry put on our glamest clothes and went in search of a good club. All I can say is that the clubs in NY are so different from the ones in Singapore. The people dance different and dress different and they play way better music there. Afterwards we wandered the streets and skipped and ran. It was the most liberating night because it was our last night in the most famous city in the world and we were high on the freedom. We did all kinds of things, we talked to stangers, we went to sex shops, we tried to see how many people we could fit on one lamp post [5] and we ran and ran and ran. Zat and I jogged together for awhile.
Haha. So yes. That more or less sums up our trip.

It was pretty much something I didn't expect to enjoy but it turned out to be one of the most fun times of my life. Anyways, I'll miss Agnes for her crap and Steph for being my loyal buddy. Rett and Christine for smoking with me in the freezing cold. Gerry for being a skilled map-reader, navigator and not to mention, the cause for our detour to Brooklyn. Ben for being the one who knows the subway like the back of his hand, for carrying my jacket when I need him to, holding the umbrella and opening doors for me, Gab for his weird dancemoves and Shila for her Bronx Rap. Zat for being my plane buddy and fellow photographer. Hajar and Idayu for being the ones who suffered with us during the 'Monster from 422's snoring days. Khai for lending me her lappie when I desperately need one and Yiying for being so random. Gwyn for letting me do stupid things with her video cam.

Some discoveries:
- In NY you get hit on and picked up left, right and centre.
- Rett got hit on the most.
- In the Museum of Natural History there's a 21,000 carat jewel.
- The subway doors close without warning.
- I survived 8 degrees celsius in jeans and 13 degrees in a skirt.
- Trying to get from one subway cart to the other is life-threatening.
- Steph, Rett, Shila and me survived it.
- If Zat had to pick one of the girls on the trip to have sex with he would pick me.
- Ben and I picked each other.
- It seems Yi Ying would have sex with me too. Ha
- The neon blue spots on the Garoupa fish are actually organisms called Neon Gobys that feed of their dead cells.
- Mr. Yee does not sleep.
- Mr. Wong wants the Lingerie special of Playboy.
- 910 members of the staff left the New York Times to join the armed forces during World War II.
- Shila's biggest fantasy is to be inside a giant M&M.

yes. Anyways, i'm back. Really miss new york but also I missed Singapore a lot. I missed my bed. It seems my dad treated my room like a rubbish dump while I was away. Sigh.. I should really start un-packing.

The Met

I've been having a lot of pedophillic moments here. Haha.. all the kids are so pretty! It's still cold and rainy but i have waterproof shoes!! ha .. we made friends with this guy the other day, he's an undercover cop, had the badge and everything. It was pretty cool. Later on ben & gerry decided to interview him and he told them that he thinks we're very pretty. We as in the girls not the two boys. hah.. I also met this guy who delivered a suit to Paul Simon just a few days ago. Fook. Paul Simon as in Simon and Garfunkel? How awesome.

We went to the Metropolitain Museum of the Arts yesterday, where they have Picasso and all that. It was really big. Ok, but even cooler, we went to the Natural History Museum. It was like being in Jurassic Park where u walk into the building and there's this actual complete bronty skeleton that goes right up unto the sky. It was pretty-fuckin-cool. Went with steph and ben and gerry on a quest to find the T-Rex. It was goddamned amazing. I go up to its knee.

Then we went the planetariam. The one where Ross and Rachel had their first date. It's beautiful, we watched an imax movie and went to chinatown for dinner.. oo chinese food. U have no idea how much all of us are craving some crystal jade. mmmmmmmmm.. wantonmeeeeeeeeee...... Well, they're saying the weather's gonna get better soon. It seems they haven't seen this much rain in twenty years. We're pretty lucky cause its actually a hurricane, but somehow the winds stopped and it just got suspended over new york city like tropical rain and everyone's waiting for the wind to start up and blow the rains away. Alright, working with ben and gerry again today I think. I'm really starting to love those two. Hah.. later.

Running High

The city that doesn't sleep.

k i know i said i love the weather here but not anymore. It's getting colder and wetter by the day. Yesterday it was 8 degrees and my shoes were soaked through, i had wet squishy socks on the entire day and it's so cold that your toes hurt when u walk. Today was worse, the thing is it rains with wind so umbrellas are nearly useless. It's like it rains sideways. Walking for 5 minutes we were drenched. I was with Ben & gerry again and Agnes and Idayu. Our jeans were soaked and started to really weigh us down. My shoes were still wet so i borrowed steph's formal shoes and the soles came out!

So they were hurting like hell and ice cold water went right through the sole. It was horrible, it was so bad that I skipped going to Dow Jones to go back to the Squat-Hole hostel to change shoes. I bought the most awesome pair of Timberlands. Waterproof and all. U know original converses cost 20 bucks? Is tt crazy or what?

Anyways, im not gonna blog in detail, stillon a time limit. We went to MTV today, not just the building but INSIDE the studio. We sat on the chair that thousands of celebs sat on [ricky martin yesterday and pharrell today]. FUCK! It was awesome. And we went into the TRL studio!! FUCK FUCK. 4 of our group interviewed Vennessa and Damien from TRL. BUt not me. HAHA. GLAM. ANd the two of them invited the four to ATTEND TRL NEXT WEDNESDAY! Yesterday we went for INTO THE NEW YORK TIMES DIGITAL OFFICE. Me and Zat orgasmed. TWICE. It was so fuckin cool. I have like almost a thousand photos already. HAHA.. ok. Time's almost out. LATER!

mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I'm running out of creativity with my titles, the cold is sapping it away. It's 2.30 in the morning and we have to do research. WTF right. R. Yee's really pushing us for more and we're already stretched. Today was awesome though, went on the Staten Island ferry and took pictures of the statue of liberty and we visited the Ground Zero site. Then everyone split up, I went with Ben & Gerry to Grenwich village to do the story for Club Pets, i got a toy for Coco. I miss my puppy. We saw loads of adorableadorablest puppies and the resident cat here is really cute too. (:

And we went to this dog spa as well. Then we RAN around Times Square cause there's a USD$10 fine for being late and we got shitty directions. FUCK right. By the time we got there we were SWEATING. In new york. Where it's fuckin cold. Nnngh. But we saw TRL and 'Fall Out Boy' was there, we got free all-access-passes but we didn't go in. Too rushed. In away it kinda sucks cause we have to do work and we can't explore all the cool shops. I wanna go back to the Virgin Record store and get Death Cab shirts. I decided I can't afford gifts for everyone. Everything's so expensive here.

Went to this talk at the penthouse of this building and we were so underdressed. We had to do introductions, it was like speach comm tt lasted 10 hours which was actually 10 seconds and the audience is made out of women who are Editors of Vogue, writers from Style mag, PROs for Mercedes Benz, writers for the new york times. FUCK. But the talk was great and I got a really good contact for this woman who owns a photography company here in New york! Hopefully I can do an internship there next time.

Anyways, we got back late and I was tired as hell but hungry, so we went to Ray's Pizza which has HUGE pizzas for really cheap. So Christine, Shila, Rett and Izzat were like wandering in the middle of the night and it felt awesome. I mean, we're in New York City with the freedom to roam the streets. On our way back Christine was totally paranoid tt wewere gonna get mugged so we came up with all these retarded plans like running in zig zag lines so as to reduce the chance of getting shot. HAHA. Even this woman said that if anyone tries to mess with you just act real crazy and they'll leave you alone. But really, the area's pretty safe, there are loads of cars and people around and shops open till like 2am.

I was watching the news this morning and every single shoot-out seems to happen in the bronx. This morning a mailman walked into a building and got shot in the eye. And the worst bit is tt he's still alive. I mean for crying out loud, if ur gonna shoot me in the eye atleast kill me, i don't want to live through it. Ha.. and a nine year old girl got raped today. Criminal still at large. mm.. yea, credit running out. Alrighty, see u guys! I LOVE U ALL! I MISS MY BED! THIS HOTEL IS CRAP!

Staten Island Ferry

Hey! I'm in NEW YORK. Fucking hell. Haha.. ok, i want to complain first. The flight. WAS BALLS. The seats on the flight to Japan were really stiff and Izzat couldn't even get his chair to lean back. The plane from Tokyo to Detroit was better though, the seats atleast were satisfactory but it was so. fucking. long. As if the first 7 hours in a cramped chair aren't bad enough, we had to do another 11 hours. We were bordering on insanity. They had no individual tvs. FUCKERNEHNEH. Agnes, Steph and I ended up being really retarded and trying to see stars as we flew over the antarctic region. I gave up and went on a quest to find cup noodles. Finally, one of the air stewards smuggled me two cup noodles. His name's Kash and he looks like the black guy from the Green Mile, exactly the same.

Okay, next. The hostel. IF Jules were to be on this trip she would be crying by now. The rooms are TINY. Two single beds side by side and less than 2 square metres of walking space. No table, nothing. And two showers for the entire floor. The toilet doesn't flush. Can i say again, F.U.C.K.

Ok, I'm done complaining. Gerald managed to get free internet on his laptop. (: But all the same, I'm in New York. It's awesome. Albeit the crappy hole-in-the-wall of a hotel, it's cool. The buildings are exactly like those in F.R.I.E.N.D.S, with the fire escapes and everything. And we had huge 20 inch pizzas for really cheap. HA. Going to staten island on a ferry tomorrow to see the statue of liberty for free, and we're going to ground zero as well. And Long Island with Ben & Gerry. I've got loads of pictures! The weather rocks! I thought I'd be freezing but it's just perfect, it's not too cold it's like being in an air con room. Ok, everyone wants the laptop. Later!

MRAR!

Listening to Kiss FM

My bed, is not a bed. It's some form of a primitive torture device. I woke up at 2am urgently needing to pee but the toilet is way too scary, the corridor way too intimidating and Steph in way too a deep sleep to be awoken. So I held it in. Ha.. at 5 I couldn't take it and went to the creepy toilet, creaking doors, unflushable bowl and everything. And then, even better, I couldn't sleep.

Chin called, around 5am. (: I miss her. Haha .. my other lesbian partner. I HAVE to stop collecting. I bought ten minutes of internet for 1 buck and i have 6 minutes left. Damn. And 2 hours to kill. I'm going to smoke and watched baseball. How sad. I miss my bed already.

Anyawys, i was hoping to get on msn messenger but this crappy dial-up computer doesn't seem to have any. Pfft. As it is it's 6am [6pm SGT]. Pah, ok, later then. Might be online at 8 if Gerald will lend me his computer again.

oo time running out! OKAY! LOVE THE WEATHER! BYE!

Black Pudding

Listening to Dreams by Taproot

I'm off to the airport in two hours. I'm all packed and I still have less than Jules did for bangkok. Haha .. Well, half my luggage is taken up by the heavy jackets and camera equipment. My brother's staying until December! Glam right, so at least he'll still be here when I get back. fffffffff.. I'm pretty bored. I wanted to blog about something but I forgot.

I got my hair dyed today at Summer ete. The woman was like, "PHWOAR! You got a lot of dandruff huh?" haha .. I didn't even realise it but there's still a lot of paint in my hair. My regular hairdresser was like digging through my hair and trying to get the bits of paint out with his fingers. LOL. Ah well, thanks for their effort anyway.

Had dinner at Indochine at waterfront with one of my Dad's collegues from Newcastle U. Blar.. someone highly important i guess. My brother and I decided that we're like the third wheels, or what I like to call 'Talking Props'. Basically to be presented to Sir. Whoever or Professor Whoever and to give the impression that Mr. Chong has a happy loving family and then we are to fade into the background and not to spoil the 'adult' conversation.

I still think I'm gonna freeze to death in NY. I hope my mice have had sex already. I'm getting impatient.

christian extremist fool

Listening to Lonely Nation by Switchfoot

I went shopping today! Sorta, needed to buy some last minute things. R. Yee's packing list is about 3 pages long. There's no way I'm packing that much crap. I finally bought bean bag stuffings, I mean, who would've thought that pouring tiny balls of foam into a bag would be such a pain? But I swear to god it's the most orgasmic chair I've ever sat on. It's got no shape but the moment u sit on it there's this perfect mould to fit your but and it's firm. HA HA. Guang Rong, Yuxin and Val will understand, it's like those chairs we sat on in the glam Famous Stars & Stripes top-floor designer cafe thingy in Bankok. It's THAT orgasmic.

I ran into John too, at plaza sing. And i got uber glam girl boxers and A SWEATER so that I don't have to wear one of my mum's. Haha .. topshop was on sale, the guy at the counter was pretty hot too. But a bit hairy for my liking, nice build though. Heh.. and he totally smiled at me when I ran into him later on.

My mice have gone CRAZY. I kid you not. They're like high, they eat so much food that they go nuts when they run out of food. They are escaping on an hourly basis and when i put them into the glass tank, they JUMPED out. My. mice. think. that. they. are. fucking. frogs. I even took a video because it was so bloody hilarious. At least they've started to accept Cadbury, they groom her now from time to time, but she's too much of a wuss to react. She just hides in one corner as usual.

My brother's back and in desperate need of a haircut, gonna go dye my hair tomorrow. I really should start packing. Ooh it turns out he's staying until December so I have like almost 2 months with him which is cool. I realise how much of a mystery my brother is to my friends. Everyone's met my sister but no one's met my brother. HA ha. He's kinda like Chandler in friends.

Lonely Planet

Listening to Happy Is A Yuppie Word by Switchfoot

Ok, I know everyone's posting up their grades and I know everyone's dying to know how absolutely fantastically I've improved. I HAVE A FUCKIN 3.1 GRADE POINT, I'm actually in the same area as XB and Praa and Mavis and John and FUCKIN XIANG RONG. I have officially become a ferd. I'm sorry if i'm rubbing it in your face but I feel glam cause I finally know how fantastic it feels to take school seriously. So here are my grades:

MODULE GRADE ATTEMPT REMARKS ----------

WEB DESIGN APPLICATIONS AD

NEWS WRITING B

RADIO PRODUCTION 2 B

COMMUNICATION ISSUES B

PUBLIC RELATIONS C+

INNOVATION & ENTERPRISE IN ACTION PX

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Flight info is out. It seems my seating buddies on the plane are the [only] four guys on the trip, Izzat, Gabriel, and of course, Ben & Gerry. So yes, I won't have to worry about getting raped on the plane. I was talking to my mum. She says my jackets are too thin. TOO THIN. So I have fuckiin thin clothes and thin jackets. I'm going to die there. Ben & Gerry are gonna have to scrape me off the sidewalk with butter knives when I become a human popsicle. This is me. I get cold on SBS BUSSES for crying out loud.

Mum wants me to borrow her sweaters which are FUCKING GLAM. And her winter jacket which is even glammer and she wants me to wear it there, a winter jacket in autumn. Cool right. I'm going to be the glammest person there. I don't care. I'm going to be glam and freeze my butt off. I really think that a human popsicle is way glammer than someone encased in a hairy wool jacket looking like some chicken that needs to be shaved. I mean, it's NEW YORK we're talking about, not China.


[EDIT] FUCKERNEHNEH. I'm going to DIE a horrible and painful death on the plane. Get this:

Singapore to Narita, Japan [7 hours] in-flight entertainment - "Monster In Law" . ONE MOVIE FOR SEVEN EFFING HOURS.

Japan to Detroit: [11 hours 30 Minutes] in-flight entertainment: HERBIE, XXX: State of the Union and March of the Penguins. YAY. I'm officially screwed. I want SIA!

Poor Little Midget

Listening to Erosion by Switchfoot

Ok, I realise that I'm not quite leaving on Monday, its more like Sunday night, I have to be at the airport by 3.30am. Fook right. There're two stop-overs, one in Narita, Japan and one in Detroit, a total flying time of 20 hours. Sounds like fun right. I'm rooming with Stephanie and I officially have no stories going out for the trip. So I'm no longer going there as a journalist but as a photojournalist instead. I'm doing photos for a few articles, Agnes' article for Lime on buskers in New York, Hajar's article on Designer Denim and Urban Style in Boston for Lime. Ooh, and I'm also doing pictures for an article for Club Pets magazine on lifestyles of the pets of the rich and famous [I WANNA PLAY WITH NEWYORK PUPPIES!] which I think is Benjamin and Gerald's article. I'm also photographing for Gerald's skateboarding article for some action sport magazine so I'm going out to Long Island with Ben & Gerry for that and the club pets article. It seems there's some major skatepark there that we're gonna be covering.

I HAVE NOT PACKED. I realised that all my clothes are fucking thin. I'm going there with thin clothes. I'm going to freeze my ass off. All I have to survive on are my jackets. Help me out, its either my denim MNG jacket which may not be that warm or my sister's thick Mambo jacket with a fleece collar. I'll be bringing my black jacket from Bangkok as well. I can't wait to go shopping there. It seems YiYing is going there to stalk Michael J. Fox. I know I was totally not psyched for the trip but I'm so psyched now. Hahah.. I really wanna see Death Cab in concert and I want to go to the Metropolitain Museum as well. G-L-A-M.

I still wish Jules and Mavis were coming.

Another Sunny Day In Californ-I-A

Listening to Marching Bands of Manhattan by Death Cab

So guess what, I just get home after a gruelling 3 hour NYC meeting and a very long shopping spree at IKEA and I'm fungry so I decided to make instant noodles. So now, I'm in my post-IKEA-high and I discover that I have one last packet of Shin Ramyun spicy mushroom flavoured noodles which is the best thing since Myojo's Tom Yum. I'm singing away in the best of moods and taking the pot off the cooker and I'm about to pour the noodles into a bowl when this fucking black shit flies down and fucking SKIMS accross my bowl of noodles. So I realise that it's this black spider with a huge butt and 'm thinking, like u fucking bastard, almost ruined my noodles but the other side of my head is like, thank god I can still eat my last packet of Shin Ramyun spicy mushroom noodles in peace when the fucking thing FLIES back into my bowl, sinks into the fucking water and fucking DIES. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

Nggghhhhhhhhh. Anyways, ur all gonna hate me but I may be watching Death Cab in concert in New York. Other bands to choose from that will also be performing while we're there are U2, Keane and Franz Ferdinand. There's also Jamie Cullum. If possible we might set up interviews. glam right. I can just see the hate flowing into your face now. I really wanna see Death Cab.

Swiss Army Romance

Listening to Miles Apart by Yellowcard

My mice keep escaping. I just chucked them all back into their old tank, Mars and Hersheys are just kinda ignoring Cadbury. Cadbury's a wimp. It's seriously annoying. She just hides all day in one corner.

I'm done with my room! Nothing left except to paint the mural and buy new curtains. The internet sucks up here. I think I'm gonna paint over the paintings tt Weiming, Juan and Poo did and then invite everyone over another day to paint again, kinda like a room-warming party. haha.. I bought thin brushes so that Weiming can not say that the fugly shit on my wall isn't his fault anymore. And I need more lights. I've been working non-stop since Monday, threw out a total of 16 mega-huge garbage bags plus one coat stand and one Mr. Pigman. Yeah, he was getting annoying. Oh, but I do need a new bed and bean bag fillings. Going to get the fillings and some standing lamps and curtains tomorrow at my favourite place, IKEA.

Anyways, once again, I want to thank Jules, XB, Praa, Juan and Weiming for coming over to help paint my room. Or actually, thanks to XB, Praa, Juan and Weiming for painting my room, and Jules for spending the better part of the day watching Starsky and Hutch while we slogged away and got greyer by the minute.

Oh yes, i want to wish everyone good luck for their grades tomorrow. So yes, back to cleaning up. I realise that my blog entry has no structure whatsoever. But who cares. So i discovered A LOT of old photographs and old diaries with paragraphs about my sad sad childhood and letters from my sister and my best friends and old boyfriends. But i think the most entertaining of all were my diaries. I've included an entry from my diary below. It was written when I was 13 or 14. Very sad. And pictures of me when I was a baby, when I was small, irritating and FUCKING CHUBBY.

podware

Listening to Everything I Own by Bread

I've been up since 8 moving things back into my room and throwing things out of my room. And it's 5 now. My back is killing me.

I need more giant plastic bags. And more space in my room.

Painting socks

Listening to White Shadows by Coldplay

I saw my hot gay guy today.

As usual, I was in a state of unglamness.

Painting Day

Listening to Somewhere Out There by Our Lady Peace

We painted today. But before that. MY CONTACT LENS TORE IN MY FUCKING EYE AND I COULDN'T GET THE OTHER HALF OUT. cheebyes. As if it isn't bad enough that I had to spend one fucking hour in the toilet trying to wash all the paint out of my hair, I had to spend another half an hour trying to dig my eyeballs out. I think I can qualify for manual lasik operations after this. Painting was effing tiring, my legs haven't hurt this much since my first day at Tango's and my back hasn't ached this much since my last day at Tango's.

And I'm fungry.

So here's what happened:

• We took XB & Pra's virgin painting experiences
• Jules learnt how to make Ribena. [I'm really proud of her, in bangkok i taught her how to crack an egg. She's learning fast.]
  
• Weiming wore my radioactive suit to paint.
• He painted nipples on it and I painted his butt
• Weiming's roller was really flacid.
• Pra's roller was loose, so its head kept falling out.
• Oh, and on the subject of dirty talk, I taught XB how to pump my sink.
• It was his first time so he couldn't get it right.
• Jules and I almost broke up.
  
• XB's section of the wall looked like a 5 year old painted it
• We got side-tracked and started painting each other
• Mr. Cold Storage was born, eventually he became Mr. Pigman
• Praa wore Paddington Bear shorts and was ecstatic over my magic wiper.
  
• Juan painted a car with gold exhaust fumes and red headlights.
  
• Weiming painted a very lovely self-portrait on my wall.
• Mr. Pigman is still sitting on my couch.
  

I can testify these events with the following photographs:

Mr. Pigman, originally Mr. Cold Storage a.k.a. Jules' self portrait

it was love at first sight


I'm sorry but weiming thinks he's America's next top model.

He looks more like Freddy Krueger





paint makes u go kinda retarded.

Chicken FAT

Listening to Straightjacket Feeling by All American Rejects

I just spent my past hour marinating chicken for lunch tmrw. By marinating I mean removing every single ounce of fat from one entire chicken before I soak it in ingredients. Honestly, if there's one thing I despise more than giant grey ticks that suck on my dog's blood it's little wrinkly white pieces of fat. So to all who wish to marry me one day please be fore-warned that you will spend many-a-days de-fatting my chickens. I also felt bad for the chicken that died for my pleasure. May we have a moment of silence for it.

There are two people I wish to give the opportunity to de-fat a chicken just for my pure entertainment and they are Julianna Lau and Juan Chan. Jules because she has serious sanitary issues. For the one who can not bear the idea of stepping on HAIR let alone using her hands to touch soft, squishy raw fats. And for Juan because he is incapable of putting his hand into a bag of chips for fear of getting his hands dirty, god-forsake the person who even THOUGHT of getting chicken fats stuck under his fingernails.

I believe my mice are starting to reach sexual maturity. They better bloody well be since they're so fucking fat. But yes, i can testify that idea to the fact that Mars II's balls are the size of tennis balls now. And also, I believe that I witnessed his first attempt to shag Hersheys.

It did not go well in his favour.

When the notion of Mars II screwing her entered Hershey's mind I believe she freaked. Honestly, which girl isn't scared out of her mind of a guy trying to have sex with her. Let alone the idea that Mars II has never read the word foreplay in a dictionary before. So she started squeaking her eyeballs out and running as fast as her tiny little legs could take her. Mars II was stumped. So he stood there for the longest of times probably contemplating why the thing between his legs did not attract Hersheys. Hershey's meanwhile, retreated into her watch tower and refused to cuddle with Mars II for the rest of the night. Mars II is actually quite sad.

Chocolate Bars

Listening to Have a Nice Day by Bon Jovi

I got new mice! Notice that it's plural not single? I couldn't resist, they're only like a few weeks old and tinier than Mars I when i got him. Which is tiny, they're smaller than my thumb. They're like, half the size of my pinkie and they look exactly like Twix. One's jet black with a tiny bit of white here and there and the other one is the same exept that it's got a white stripe on it's face. So now I have Mars II, Hersheys and Cadbury and no-name. No-name's gonna be Monty's lunch tmrw. I feel bad but if I can tell the difference the male will go and i'll keep the female, higher probability of babies next time you see. Mars and Hersheys are huge now, like some kinda radioactive mice that swell to twice the regular size of normal mice. Ha

I went to Fish & Co. for dinner, I was watching this couple that was having dinner and I felt really sad for them cause they just had nothing to talk about. I suppose every couple will recede into that state of blankness at some point in their marriage but it's terrible anyway. It's like, the entire time she was looking out the window and he was looking somewhere over her left shoulder. The only time they faced each other was when they were eating. And I made a vow that my marriage will never be like that next time. Ever ever.

That's why I like mice, because they're like people, they can't live alone. They thrive on friendship and relationships, like Mars II and Hersheys, they do everything together. They eat together, they shit together, they climb things together and best of all they cuddle together when they sleep. It's the cutest thing, like they follow each other around. It's so effing adorable that I wanna shoot myself.

Lyra and Will

Listening to All My Only Dreams by The Wonders [still]

Firstly, I wanna say to JULES:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (: (: (:
You are very very dear to all of us as much as we love to make fun of you. And as my official lesbian partner, you will always be close to my heart AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME. HA HA.

Right. New blog. What can i say? I get bored easily. Not to mention people were having problems reading my blog and I didn't even realise it. I love white, did I tell you that before? Mmm white. I finished my book in the afternoon and didn't quite have the energy to go upstairs and scrape glowing stars off my ceiling so I decided to put my almost brand new tablet to good use and give this blog a shot. Not too bad I gotta say, one or two unglam twirly lines here and there but that's about it.

I've been listening to the same song all night because I think it's the sweetest and saddest song I have right now. So, here's how my past 2 days have gone by after arriving back from bankok went. I finished The Subtle Knife and moved on to The Amber Spyglass. Mum came back, big hurrah. I picked up coco who smells nice and for once is actually huggable. So I hugged him. About 10 million times cause that's what dogs are for and that's why I love my dog. I missed my ex a lot today.

I put up flyers to sell my beds in full knowledge that once they are sold my brother will be back in Singapore and I will hence have no bed to sleep on anymore. I ran into Mitch in one of my most unglammest moments ever. [Mitch is my sister's pedophillic obsession] I finished The Amber Spyglass and felt full of awe and wisdom and sadness. I debated more and more over sashi but found no closure. I released another deviation.

I decided that tomorrow morning I'll make an effort to go to church and then attack my ceiling with a spatula.

[edit] Its 5 in the morning and I'm starting to doubt my ability to wake up for church. I can't sleep. I need a new book, I think I should go down to Borders soon.

The Northern Lights

Listening to All My Only Dreams by The Wonders

I just finished Philip Pullman's trilogy, all.. 1288 pages. It is by far the most FANTASTIC book I have every read. I swear to god i thought that Lord of The Rings was it, and then I thought that none could beat Harry Potter but there you have it. Philip Pullman's 'His Dark Matter' trilogy, The Northern Lights, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass are simply the most orgasmic trance-inducing books I have ever read. You know the kind that you can't put down for even a second because the entire book is so goddamned fascinating that if you let it down you might just shrivel up and die from wanting to know what happens next?

Yes, it's one of those books.

It's the most creative and imaginative book that I have ever read that outshines all others by miles but more than that, it carries an underlying message. Below the fantasy lies the story of our lives, that's why you'll fall in love with the book, because you can understand and relate to what it tells you about your life. I swear this is one book that you HAVE to read.

"Every night I pray, I'll have you here someday.
I'll count the stars tonight, and hope with all my might.
That when I close my eyes, you'll be right by my side.
Any waking hour it seems, I only have you in my dreams
So every night I pray, I'll have you here one day.
I'll count the stars tonight, and hope with all my might.
That when I close my eyes, you'll be right by my side.
If I could have just one request, stay with me, I confess.
All my only dreams."