THANK YOU FOR THE MUDPIE!

I think I'm too caught up by surprise.

But still,

the waterworks were for a reason.

The foot was in the mouth.

Here lies Xam, the exact opposite of max. It's not a basketball shoe, for one. It's for running and cross training. It's not purple, it's green (and if need be, I will vouch that green is the opposite of purple using what little authority I have as a person who uses colour pencils.)




Check it out.

Hopefully, Xam over here will do its job well and serve thy master faithfully. Meaning no blisters, no weird malfunctions and insurance of the toes.


And its owner will thus transform into a lean, mean training machine.

right. To conclude this post, my foot was in my mouth.

"I bet you've heard of economical rice, but not an economical bride"

If this was the headline advertisement for affordable wedding dresses, I'm sure vandana would have slammed me up, down, front and back.

But it wasn't, so hurray.

Hehe. Think I'll be well-liked by people who loved cheesy lines. I thought of so many, but of course, none was used. And you'll know why.

"Looking for a cheap thrill on your wedding day?"
"Gowns do not have deep pockets, and we're sure you don't have too."

I swear I had no guts to say out this one.
"Don't worry, now you're not the cheapest thing in your wedding."

These headlines that I contributed prompted a group member to say I was suitable for who's line is it anyway. Woo, I want to be Wayne if that's the case.

But, nah. Too hard man. I'm still trying to be a good girl, as in angel-with-a-halo good, but come off as more nerdy than good.

Nevermind lah.

Anyway, my post today seem quite incoherant because my brain has no more space to think. Can I still complain about my schoolwork? I shant. It's gonna end soon, and I'll be saying ahnionghasayo in no time.

Han-guk.

Maybe I can be a sitcom writer. Make the characters so funny that people will laugh unti they kowtow. Wah, distant dream. Should finish up my 108 module before i talk so much.

K. Going off already. Any stupider/funnier headlines to share?

So here I am, in some bench alone near my French class which will be starting in half an hour’s time, listening to Fort Minor’s “Where’d you go.”

It’s been a rushed week for me. And it’s kind of nice now that I have some time to listen to myself. Some quiet time alone works wonders, especially in a high-paced, stressful rice-cooker-pressure place like NTU.

There are also things that have been happening at break neck speed, so fast that I couldn’t feel my way around until I get hit so hard, I feel so numb and helpless.

Who deserves what?

I found out that I have accepted the notion of being alone at times, voluntarily. I used to hate it, believing that I have become some no-good loser when I have no one beside me, just to be beside me to show the world that I have companionship. I used to kick myself, and lament, sigh, look up and down and ask why.

But I believe I’ve grown used to this. Being a solitary figure speaks volumes about one’s maturity level.

And believe me when I say, I’m enjoying this moment now. There are so many things to be done, including one French Test in half an hour’s time and countless reports/assignments.

There is the occasional passer by that walks by, but they’ll never get this moment out from me.

It’s just me and my thoughts for now, and we’re having fun.

MR Jerkface has struck again.

He's bigger (in size), meaner, stupider and his neck is about to disappear from the folds of his fats.

Note: Mr Jerkface is not a figment of my imagination. He is a non-fiction character who manifests himself inside the arse of everyone, that is to say a total arsehole. He is a man of few words, because he doesn't know much English (Anglais) words to begin with. And he just had to pick the worst time to piss yours truly off.

Oh, and he happens to be in the lower strata of the hierarchy in an organisation I'm in that is closely related with my sport.

I bothered with the name-calling. Is Fatso better, or jerkface better? Is Stupiot, a combination of stupid and idiot too crass? I even came up with a self proclaimed classy nickname for him which is also appropriate as a song title about the arse who pissed Oasis off.

But all that effort was for shit.

In the past, I've never argued against Mr Jerkface before. Whenever he spoke, (and he always spoke with a pungunt air of pride too!), I would hear. Not this time.

Now, I problably would have licked your curiousity. What happened exactly between Mr Jerkface and me? Why would a lovable kid like me write a degradatory entry about another, slamming into the keyboard with every letter I type?

It was a phone conversation. He called. I answered. He asked casual questions, I answered. Then he asked me this.

"So which path do you want to go?"

Path A is a path where I give up playing my sport, and instead, take on a whole new responsibility and concentrate on the other side of the sport.

Path B is a path where I persist in playing my sport, and I give up opportunities to go to the other side.

I answered, er, path B.

AND he said... he said... OK, I get it. I will CONVERT (typical of him to say convert instead of convey) the message to the higher powers.

Who died and made Mr Jerkface the penultimate messenger?

I was flabbergasted. Helloooo?? You come and talk to me, ask me this question ON THE PHONE spontaneously, and you are telling me that MY answer that I had to come up with in 10seconds will be the answer that will be used against me in future if I have no games to officiate?

Arsehole. Want to kill me. Didn't even say that he's gonna tell the higher powers until I've given my answer in 10seconds.

UNFAIR!!!!!!

Don't trust Mr JerkFace. Because his KAYPO-ness may one day kill me without even me knowing....

Question.

Why do aunties like to push and shove?

Place, IT fair in Suntec. Crowd, crowded. Aunties, MUCH*.

* Because when the amount's so huge you cannot count, you use "Much" instead of "Many". There was, definately too much aunties that day.

I went to the IT fair, just to soak in the atmosphere of crazy bargains and state-of-the-art products. And somehow, I also soaked in the sweat and pespiration of many others due to the poor ventilation.

Everyone who went with me bought a little something. I didn't get anything, but I was quite fascinated about the range of items that was on sale there. We saw an Akira DVD player selling for 99 bucks. 99 bucks!!

For such events, I guess you have to know what you want before you go in there. That's cos it's like a total war zone. I was saying that we need to wear "Xena warrior princess- like clothes" so everyone will "SIAM".

Okay, it's just me. And me, like a typical Singaporean, likes to complain about the crowd, the stupid aunties who pushed even though the line isn't moving, and the escalators that were brimming with heads everywhere.

Who says Singapore has no mountains and seas?

That day, it was "people mountian people sea!

"Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off"
-Panic! At the Disco.

Loved the title of that song. Not particularly the song. Thinks the title has already taken most of the shine off the song.

So, it's Friday once again. Turning one full circle and pulling into a space where the 9th week of school is about to start. Exams are rearing their ugly heads, at least showing their horns for now. In another one or two weeks, I predict that I'll be able to spot their huge nostrils, flaring with sinister unforgiveness.

Am I too drama or am I too drama?

'tis the season to be drama, I guess. What, with incidents with alter-egos, and being an unintended lesbian character, and having a groupmate who thinks the number of siblings he/she has is a variable.

"By the power of my 3-striped sword, you better believe it!" That person must be thinking.

I digress.

Let's see. Most excited part of the week was... a friend who called and said she went berserk after she saw a korean super-duper star who happens to be hot and who happens to be in a drama serial that she watched (regarde)... nah, that's not my most excited part of the week. That's hers, and I shan't steal her thunder- Cos it's still "honeymoon period" (hehe).

I think my most excited part of the week was... shopping with Char for gloves and chocs and bargains. We didn't shop till we drop though, just enough to make us feel guilty and not shop until the sun rises from the other side- or till the next bargain hunt starts, whichever comes faster.

Not much highlights for the week. At least still perspiring and working on the game. Next week I'm gonna get my membership and it's YOGA baby.

Now to find out what's the dress code...hmm.. that's a pickle.

Never have I seen so much running in one movie. Will Smith is a father who, due to certain circumstances, got his life into a rut that he can't seem to climb out of. He manages to get himself an internship at a prestigious company, but because it doesn't pay and only 1 out of the 20 interns will be selected for the job, he has to struggle with the odds to pay rent, take care of his kid and at the same time, compete with the best to ensure his survival.

He runs to catch the bus. He runs after the people who stole his stuff. He runs from jail to a job interview. He runs and gets knocked down by a car, then searches for his shoe when it was flung off.

Random thoughts on a random day.

funny how things can come around in one circle and bite us all.

And staring at a PowerMac in a bright as heaven room will desensitise one.

Have a break then. Have a kit kat.