A life TOO ordinary..

To make up for the lack of entries lately, I've decided to post a very long
blog. And before doing so, I pray that my computer will not hang, the
power supply will not be cut, blogger will not screw up. I definitely do not want to do the same very long blog twice. So anyway, this uber long blog is dedicated to my CNM classmates, especially the Deviants *U know who u are, thou shall not name names*.

Right. To celebrate a year, or rather 2 semesters together, without biting off each others' necks or pulling of each others' hair, we had a BBQ last night at Brenda's place, which I'm sure everyone enjoyed. And I think we really have to thank Brenda, Joyce and Charlene for making it happen. Thank you so, so much. So anyway, to kick off, here are some snap shots, or rather, what I called 'natural environment' shots, or simply put, not-so-glam shots.

But everyone is happy isn't it? That's all that matters...

Of course, we've got priceless expressions like..

Well, please refrain from complaining about the picture and how it is tiled. Firstly, I have no control over it because I can't seem to shift the position of the pictures, and hey, do you realise that in fact I am risking my life simply by posting them up? So, appreciate this okaaeee..


And then, there are my 4101 groupmates. The survey experience is something I will always remember.. hur hur..

And what's a class without it's scandals, right? *again, I am endangering my own life, I hope I've accumulated enough good karma to survive this*



And here are the gurlies who were there last night..


And then the boys.. or gentlemen.. whateverrr



Of cos there are some group shots..


And at the end of the night, Marcus entertained us with A song. He really does look like he is preaching, isn't it?


And of course, every gathering has its group shot.. I certainly hope this is not the last..

Ok, so this is not uber long, but I took uber long to blog this. hurhur

I suppose it's been sometime since I've blogged and since it's still lunch time now, I've decided to drop by and yell hello to my blog.

I am currently working part-time at Gwyn's sister's office, doing some admin stuffs. *To Miss Vainpot: I am blogging during lunch time, not skiving horrr!!*

Taylor Hicks won AMI. I think he deserves it lah.. I really performances. Think he need to do something nice to his hair lah... he looks like an ah pek. hur hur.. Maybe he is an ah pek..

Just got my results this morning. I am now a grad~ hur hur.. I did better than last sem.. so close yet so far.. *sigh* Anyway, the point is, I'm a graduate now~ hur hur... A funky grad and not a silly one like Junling. muahhahahahahha

How many times have you looked at someone else's picture and lament, "It could have been me.."? I do not do that as often as I did before, but when nostalgia strikes, the limbs simply turn weak and there's nowhere to run.

And so I was reading someone's blog and I quote:

You know, there are parts of me which imagine fighting this addiction for the rest of my life. I know it’s bad for me, and I know it smells bad. You know, I pretty much think every smoker knows this stuff. We don’t need you to tell us we should quit. Most smokers know they should quit. Among the community of smokers, there are all sorts of inside jokes about it. My friends and I used to go, ‘you know what would be sweet?’ The correct answer would be, ‘not dying of cancer - that would be totally sweet.’ I used to change brands every time I bought a new pack of cigarettes; my reason was that, if I was going to kill myself, I didn’t want one company to profit exclusively from it.
The bizarre thing about cigarettes is, they don’t really make you happy, or improve your mood, or make you more attractive. They cost too much, make your throat itch, and, well, just suck in general. The main reason why smokers smoke is, well, that they’re addicted to smoking. Cigarettes are the ultimate created need - if you’ve never smoked, you don’t feel like you need to smoke, but once you’re a smoker, the cravings never really ever go away. There’ll always be that one moment, that dark time when a cigarette looks and smells so good, when you just want that one puff, and then suddenly, you’re back. You have a pack in your hand, you’re counting the sticks before your next pack, you’re griping about those sons of bitches who never have their own cigarettes at parties and you’re watching your life slowly burn itself away with every drag.I hate this addiction, and I know I’ll beat it some day. For now, though, that day is somewhere far off on the horizon once again. The end.

Perfect.

I am trying to calm myself down these days, prolly due to the prolonged exposure to tension and stress, I realised that I've become a VERY angry person. And I do not understand how I can get so worked up over inconsiderate strangers or simply, waiting for friends.

Went 'overseas' yesterday, across the causeway. And I was the earliest. And the longer I stood there, the more pissed I got. And I was really about to leave. And then everyday on the bus, I get pissed over people who insist on having 2 seats. And then I get pissed over people who refused to give up their seats to those who need them more. And I get pissed when people push me or get in my way. And I get pissed when people blast their radio/mp3player/discman too loud. And I get pissed when people play music on their mobile with their speakers. I get pissed when my mom asked too many questions. I get pissed when my friends asked stupid question. yes, I am just very pissed with everything. And at the rate I am going, I will drive myself crazy very soon. So please keep in touch my my sanity now before it's gone.

I have yet to book my tix to aust. Mainly because I am not very sure how many days I want to traumatise my good friend in Brisbane, and how many days I want to let my cousin diss me. And whether I should go Sydney or Adelaide. I think I prefer Adelaide. And then I have to decide whether to stay 3 or 4 days in Adelaide. So all these decisions have to be made before I book the tix cos I have to specify the dates I fly from each place. And I will try to get it done by Saturday. I hope.

Oh people are still talking about the elections and stuffs. I voted for PAP. It is a rational, logical decision. I mean, if the opposition was stronger and more reliable *read: NOT SDP*, I might consider voting for them. Sometimes, we do not do things for the sake of doing you know. You do not simply vote of opposition just because you want to be a rebel. Voting for PAP does not mean I am totally agreeable with all the government's policies. Anyway, I am just taking a very teleological perspective here. Whoever serves the purpose gets the job? Isn't it?

I am very itchy these days mainly because I've been swimming quite frequently and my skin does not enjoy soaking in chlorine. So, if anyone knows a good remedy *besides not swimming*, do tag me.

Talking about tag, it's so unfortunate to have these morons spamming the tagboard. DAMNIT. Hope all of you constipate and die.

I think I know what I want to do. I shall wait till my self-declared holis over. Procrastination is the cause of my failure.

It's the E-day and I did my bit as a Singaporean citizen at around 5pm today. Guess who had my vote? hur hurrr...

So anyway, I was at kBox Clementi. I realised that if I want to shock my friends, I could bring them to ktv and sing for them *that is provided they haven't heard my 'singing' voice*. So anyway, I managed to shock Doreal and Stephanie, like what I did to Zhao Hui and Angeline the other time. hur hur.. Yes, my singing voice and talking voice is a little different, I know. hur hur

Anyway, the new series of Mac ads are absolutely hilarious. so you should check them out here. I like the restart and the network one. hur hur... so which one is your favourite?

There are some movies that we would label them as 'classic'. Like the one I watched maybe like a decade ago. And the exact same one I watched tonight. Somehow, it felt so different you know. And I am glad I stayed up to watch it after Desperate Houswives. I was intending to go to bed since there is no Grey's anatomy and scrubs tonight. I am glad I didn't.

Watch Pretty Woman again brought back some nice memories you know. Like 2 of my favouritest songs It must have been love and Fallen. And I can't help but remember the times I sing to those wonderful wonderful songs. "where have we strayed to?"(Heidegger guide, 2006) Oh well..

I found the movie much much much more touching than the previous time I watched it, whic like I said was like a decade ago, or more. Perhaps as we grow up, we are so worn out by the cold, cruel reality that hits us every second of our lives that a simple, almost impossible fairy tale warms our tired souls, or rather, my tired soul.

I mean, being in this senseless rat race had made us so disillusioned that perhaps secretly or subconsciously, we do want to be this hooker *OK, not hooker, but you get the idea* to be rescued by this rich, charming prince who loves you truly. And then you get to live in a nice apartment in Manhattan with nice shops right at your doorsteps. Perhaps it's movies like this that gives us a little hope, and if not, perhaps a nice, nice escape from reality. This is sinful indulgence.

Well, in line with the topic of money and stuff, I am still reading Orwell's book " Let the Aspidistra Fly". *According to dictionary.com., Aspidistra is some kind of lily-like plant*. So anyway, this book is about this man in his thirties who is against money. He's got good talent to make a lot of money in advertising but because of his contempt for the money world, he chose to be a bookshop assistant and get meagre pay and live miserably as a poor, poor poet. I mean, I admire him for that but he is really not thinking. And then there is this thing about his extended family, which so remotely reminds me of mine.

Anyway I am still reading the book and enjoying it. I hope his situation will improve and he will wake up his idea and be a successful copywriter. Gawd, I think I am so.. detached.