Gaga

how do you guys put youtube videos here? ;(

anyways. you guys have to see this interview. What people don't understand is it's not only her music i'm totally crazy about it, it's her sense of style and how she does anything she wants without the slightest give a damn what others think. a true true artist. LOVE her.

click me.

*referring to Gaga back in Catholic School*

Host : How did the nuns react? did they like your music? Did they go ahh..?
Gaga : Well my music was different in high school... i was singing about love... you know, things i don't care about anymore.


she has so many other moments in other interviews, but i felt this captured the essence of what it really meant to live the way you want to and just don't give a fuck about others.

you go gaga.

xx


day 1 was really boring. sat around and chatted with alicia for ages (nice catching up) saw Jonathan Ng and Michelle (the one who left to Sri KL rmb her?) so it was like mega flashback. they're in my intake.

CK. ur pics too dark la

xoxo

Inspiration, or rather lack of

Some shots i took for my assignments. These are taken at the Hindu temple nearby Assunta Hospital.



Below is probably the best shot out of the set I took.


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Happy CNY

i have put on weight so you all better not come and see me and i don't want to talk to anyone until i stop eating rice/exercise until i can not see my tummy jutting out of my skinnies anymore.

i hate CNY

oh. oh. OH.

no.

the internet is so evil. i am so tempted to just screw the funds and purchase above babies.

we go Gardens later and peruse ok?? <3

Jaded

thank you for the word Jal.

it felt good to give it a name, i am relieved at the understanding it brings

never buy cute things

this is how time passes in a day at office with nothing to do.

i get in 30minutes + (earliest 9.20am) late, which burns about 30 minutes of my supposed working time

then, i take 10 minutes to make myself a hot steaming mug of Milo with oats, and i take my time sipping it at the pantry until it's completely drained. in this case, the hotter the better. it takes way longer to drink that way.

another 10 minutes spent on turning the computer on and logging everything in (msn, gmail, facebook, tumblr...etc.) i might consider singing up for twitter soon just for something else to log into.

on a good day, suzen will be online on gmail and i spent another 30 minutes telling her how awesome Lady GaGa is and asking when she's coming back from HK. I repeat the question and statement every time we chat and she lets me cause she's such a good friend and i <3 her and she knows i'm bored till i'm fucked.

then it's lunchtime. i text several people that i want to meet, but they're all busy so i tapao lunch and have it under a tree in a nearby park where a bird poops inches away from my new Vans hi-tops and God Bless the bird for it's amazing precision or i would have shot it without a gun.

i get back from lunch. time trickles by terribly slow. there's nobody on msn to chat with, cuz everyone's effing taking a nap away from the afternoon glare that can melt ur effing rm 50 SPF6million lotion-dont-mess-with-me. not to digress, i also go on facebook and the works craving updates..

and then it's 2 more hours till it's time to go home. I run out of things to do, so I open Windows Words seeking inspiration from my boring day to write something interesting.

and this. this is all i can come up with.

i guess there's only so much you can do from a very boring day. don't any of you get these aimless days where you're just waiting to get home and then suddenly you've got a million things to do and not enough time?

24 hours is enough time for life in a day, we just spent too much of it on obligations.

not that i'm obliged to work. i just need the cash to keep up with my cravings for clothing, food and travel. but considering the amount of time i waste to get these joys, i wonder whether it's all worth it.

yes it is ming. don't worry. when you're on that far away vacation you will thank your marbles for persevering.

one more thing, an explanation to my title. my effing green headphones always break down at 4pm.

WHY. iS. THiS?? music is the only thing i have left, don't desert me T.T

Short Script #1: Bus Stop

BUS STOP.

BOY: You should start texting me.

GIRL: What?

BOY: You should send me an sms.

GIRL: I’m sorry, but do I know you?

BOY: All the more reason to text one another. We can get to know each other.

GIRL: (Looks around.)

BOY: What’s your number? Mine’s 016-

GIRL: Wait!

BOY: What?

GIRL: You can’t just approach anybody and start giving out your hand phone number.

BOY: My house number is 787-

GIRL: No!

BOY: What now?

GIRL: You can’t just give people your number! Mobile, office, home or anything.

BOY: Why not?

GIRL: It’s creepy and weird. I don’t even know you.

BOY: Won’t texting and calling each other help remedy that problem?

GIRL: Yeah, it will, maybe, I don’t know. You’re not following protocol that’s the problem.

BOY: There’s a procedure?

GIRL: You first introduce yourself. A name would be nice. Where you’re from, what you do. That sort of thing?

BOY: Oh.

GIRL: You don’t know this?

BOY: No, not really.

GIRL: So you just go up to random strangers and give them your numbers in the hopes of becoming friends?

BOY: Pretty much.

GIRL: Well, you can go away now.

PAUSE.

BOY: What’s yours?

GIRL: My what?

BOY: Your number.

GIRL: I’m not giving you my number.

BOY: But without it I can’t send you a text.

GIRL: That’s the idea. You’re bright.

BOY: It’ll be a good, I promise.

GIRL: What’ll be good?

BOY: The text I’ll send to you.

GIRL: What do you mean the text’ll be good.

BOY: The sms. The one that I’ll send to you when you give me your number; it’ll be deep and full of meaning with lots of deep and full of meaning stuff like wells and dictionaries.

GIRL: (STARES.) Go away.

BOY: See. The text’ll be funny too.

GIRL IGNORES.

Come on. Just give me the first few numbers.

GIRL: And what, might I ask are you going to do with just the first few numbers? Guess the rest?

BOY: Exactly.

GIRL: WHAT?

BOY: Can you please stop replying with “what?” all the time?

GIRL: You’ll guess?

BOY: Yes.

GIRL: The other seven digits. You’ll guess them?

BOY: Yes.

GIRL: (STARES CURIOUSLY.) Zero one six.

BOY: Hmm this is going to be tough.

GIRL: Idiot.

BOY: Zero one six three one one five seven two two.

GIRL: How did you – Who set you up to this? – This is a prank.

BOY: The text’ll be shocking and surprising too. Full of wonder and mystery and-

GIRL: Shut up about the text. How did you guess my number?

BOY: I just strung a few digits together. So happened it was your number. Now will you text?

GIRL: So you just plucked seven random digits.

BOY: And it so happened to be your number, correct.

GIRL: How- the- probability would be -

BOY: It’s low.

GIRL: (REALIZATION.) Oh… you’re a mathematics person thingy aren’t you? You probably ran all the numbers and arrived at a conclusion or something like that didn’t you?

BOY: No. I’m not a mathematics person thingy.

GIRL: Then how in the world did you get my number right?

BOY: Luck. Chance. Fate. Destiny.

GIRL: Bullshit.

BOY: Look. Does it matter? Does it really matter how I guessed your number correctly?

GIRL: Yes.

BOY: Why?

GIRL: Cause it is!

BOY: I thought you would be different.

GIRL: In comparison to what?

BOY: Other girls.

GIRL: You do this to other girls as well?

BOY: Look! I like you okay? So I thought I’d just come over and get your number. But – never mind.

BOY GETS UP AND WHISTLES AS THOUGH HAILING FOR TRANSPORT.

GIRL: Wait. Where are you going.

A BUS STOPS. BOY GETS ON. BUS LEAVES.

CURTAIN.

END.

WAN CHAN WAN CHAN

We know its February when MY.FM (omg so freaking lala) missed our daily WAN CHAN and FIR songs. all replaced with booming, annoying, cheerful, CNY lala music.

oh joy.

why is the CHINESE music industry so annoying sometimes? The taiwanese/japanese/koreans seem to be doing alright. why did the talent miss one whole country?

anyway. this post is mainly directed to remind you both of the MONTH. PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO THE MONTH. in case you're berry busy no time to check. PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO THE MONTH ESPECIALLY THIS WEEKEND.

lovelovelove. wanchan time!

34

is the number of stares i got today from a short walk to get some eggtarts, applying the rule of the 'leng chai' walk.

i first heard of this rule from some friends in college, (i added to some of them myself), and it's just a few pretty basic stuff you've probably noticed, but never bothered to label before :

1. Walk with your cheeks clenched.
- by that, i mean the cheeks below your pelvis, tho if you have chubby upper cheeks, you might consider clenching those as well (more bone structure yo)

2. Stare into space, even if you meet someone you know
- everyone has committed this crime before, all you need is to do it intentionally. all the time. never keep your focus on one spot for too long tho, you just look insecure that way.

3. May eye contact
- preferably until people get awkward and look away. this is a real self esteem booster. i enjoy doing it.

4. Back straight, smile ready to be flashed.
- this one speaks for itself. ever met a leng chai hunch-backed and bitter?

well, the rules seem to work. people really did stare. it wasn't until i walked past the huge mirror back to my office that i noticed the reason. i looked constipated. simple case of trying to do too many things at once from a simple act of walking.

i miss huey ee ;(

when she's not around, i burn lunch hours doing all these kinda stupid crazy stuff. and the best part? when huey ee's around, heck, we don't need rules. We get 50 stares a day without even trying.

save me and have lunch with me tmr pls you bitches... i'm running out of lame ideas.

xx


i. am. addicted. to. GLEE.

define addiction :
i replayed the HALO/I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINE mashup minimum 20 times (i didn't actually count, rough figure) until i got so sick of it. later, i dreamt i was singing it back in high school, huge baggy ugly uniforms and all complete.

AHH!!!!!!

GLEE IS SO AWESOME ;(

provided, FINN is such a lousy singer. my brother was right to criticize him. "He sounds like they've put a net in front of the mike laa". On pointing it out, i noticed it as well. he had another one of those random brilliant moments i guess.

but everything else? GOSH SO AWESOME. i LOVE LOVE LOVE PUCK. he is SEX on a mohawk!!!!!!!!!! VOICE? STELLAR. FACE? STELLAR. BODY? OMFGBBQWTFZOMG. SMILE? WEDDING BELLS MUCH????

where can y0u buy one of those yo? (Estee, for your birthday XP)

now i want to be a weirdo -.- and join the GLEE club. AND you all know my views on weirdoes with bad fashion sense. how the world has changed.


catch it on starworld. or just dl it. i know JAL has seen it way before me. so this is to you CHEEKS!

xoxoxoxo

just realised

this blog is 4 years old ;D *wipes teary eyes filled with fake tears*

i still remember calling you guys up to start up a blog together. that was a very happy time when we had no out-of-school stress, future pressures, and Jal still comes online on msn; tho very sparingly.

i'm begging to suspect that Jal has blocked me on msn for obvious reasons. haha


DO YOU BOTH STILL READ MY POSTS WAN ANOT? SRSLY. FEELS LIKE IM BEING IGNORED IN THIS PLACE. I HATE THINKING IM SCHIZOPHRENIC SO PLEASE SAY SMTH WHEN I ASK U SMTH *HINT*HINT* JAL.


HAIH.

can't wait to quit my job. it's driving me bonkers