Friday, September 29, 2006

Going to work in the morning always gives me headache.
Besides waking up late, cannot squeeze into the train, stomach suddenly ache but cannot find toliet or facing those in-considerate bastards etc. I always fear that "this thing" will happen. I knew it bound to happen, but i was caught un-prepared.

today i left house slightly later coz i dilly dally washing up. today everything looked the same like every other day until i reach clementi. because i reach the bus stop later than usual so it was not very packed with people. so i took a seat and waited for 183. As usual, i glance at every people entering the bus stop. but suddenly my heart skipped a beat. A girl was walking towards my direction. I couldn't see her face clearly but on second look, my jaw was left opened.

Guess who i saw?

Ya, it was her. I was stunned for that moment. Immediately my mind became blank. I swear upon my papa and mama i was damn really stunned and shocked. She saw me sitting down but didn't came up and talk to me (coz she thought i never saw her). I was like thinking what should i do next but luckily 183 arrived just in time. i board the bus w/o turning back. Before the bus drove away. i looked at her from the inside. She turn and looked around, wondering where I've gone to. Seeing this scene almost make me teared.

Remembered the last goodbye that i didn't have the chance to say to her.

Bye Bye Elina

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

shit

The worst thing that can ever happen to a designer is..... mental block!!
Damn, that makes me stuck at work like shit.


currently listening to The Fray- How to save a life

Sunday, September 24, 2006

不要用你的标准来衡量别人。

Monday, September 18, 2006

Don't tell me...

Damn.. yesterday while i was flipping through my CDs albums, i found that my favourite SUM 41 cd was missing!! Straight away the worse case scenario appear in my mind.

THE CD IS WITH ELINA!

I see no hope to get it back liao...

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Aye Good Day Sir, you na bei chao chee ***

zouked last night with jie, ridz , wei fang and brenda. brenda was so funny after she got drunk. Rnb next time ok?

Ok, finally the IMF thingy starts liao. So all the ang mos come into our small little country and have all shits of meeting to make the world a better to live in. Seriously I don't know why the pussies are making a big fuss about it and I'm not gonna to comment it in this blog. But what i have to say is, screw your smiles can.

I began to find Singapore a strange place to live in and Singaporeans are getting more and more idiot as they grow up. They are also getting more and more ridiculous. For example, maybe the working class studied too hard during their uni lives until their brain cells are all dead in which they cannot understand simple
courtesy such as move inside of the bus or let the people in front of you board the bus first. No wonder we flunk our courtesy. Thank you you morons. The boss will not kill you if you are late, they will only fine you.


And also they tend to be a bit over demanding sometimes. Recently I'm listening to Mr Brown's podcast on the Singapore film, "Singapore Dreaming". I have yet to watch it and I'm dying to watch it. During the interview, the directors talks about the whole idea of this movie which they refer as what are your dreams actually, are they the things decided by the people/society and you have tried all your means to achieve them in which you reach to a point realising you missed out a whole good part of your life away. Is a sad thing, but living in Singapore even your dreams are being control by other people. Bo Bian, that's what all Singaporeans will like to say.

And also the Ang mos. OMFG. I don't know what's wrong about the speaking normal english in here. I mean what's the big deal about speaking perfect native language. Some people out there worships the ang mos just like their gods. I know they are big in everything, ranging from their size, to their height and to their chee... ego i mean.
"Oh Lord, I'm not worthy to speak your language, please enlighten us with your knowledge."
God has the Bible and the ang mos have the dictonary!! And who are the ones that they tell us God exist? The ANG MOS!!! So who the fcuk define the perfect native language!!?? They are so many kinds of english out there in Singapore, the aussie, britishs, americans and the filipinos. So which is the 'prefect' one huh. Every people has their own defination of perfect. How the fcuk we know that maybe in some part of the world, they believe that Singaporeans speak perfect english. I can't recall any foreigner insulting us that we can't speak prefect english. The only ones that are kao bei kao bu-ing are none other than ourselves. What's wrong with our own people, yes we can't speak english with very good ang mo accent, we can't end words with -ize but at least we can pronouce fries and sprite properly right. You thought the americans english very good meh!? They also speak bad english de hor like the "yo yo" or the "bling bling" lor. You think the yo yo thingy can allow you to communicate meh!? I don't know what the fcuk is wrong with this country/society. And you thought that it is easy to put la, leh or hor in your speech meh. Try asking the ang mos to do that la.

But anyway i shall end it here. A word to everyone. If every one is different, then every standard will be different, every prefect will be different, every design will be different, every boyfriend will be different, every girlfriend will be different blar blar...
Let's don't make the world so complicated to live in ok. Peace.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Hi I am Elmo

OMG is friday already! sat is coming i can finally relax myself le. whoooo!!
watched The Devil Wears Prada on tue wif jie and tric. nice show i must say. Go watch if you can! Also must catch "Singapore Dreaming"!!

well.. i have been taking 154 a lot of tmes ever since i start work at clementi. you know is kind of love and hate thing whenever 154 passes Ngee Ann poly.

i have been thinking these few days and came out with this conculsion...

Our relationship ended, when the day she took back her racket.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

the cost of being drunk like fcuk

Price of a bottle of Jack's Daniel: SGD$150.00

Price of broken spectacles: SGD$90.00

Price of newly made spectacles: SGD$110.00

Price of being carry home by toad and ah thum and kena whack by keng while vomitting: Priceless

i will have my revenge on tobby himself and keng's damn nike shoes during Xmas!!!

Sunday, September 03, 2006

confuse yet again

sometimes you got to wonder how real is real, how fake is fake.

so am i being fake in order to survive in this real world OR i had to be real to face this fake society?