Archive for May, 2008

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people need to learn how to pee…. properly.

May 31, 2008

i stepped into the cubicle at raffles city the other day and was like.. WTF!?
in case you can’t see clearly, the ENTIRE SEAT PAN WAS WET.
and the droplets of water on it was yellow.
like.. urine yellow, pee yellow, piss yellow.
yeah, whatever you call it – you get the point.
damn gross please.
and it makes you wonder how in the world these people pee.
like normally even if you’re those lousy person who can’t aim while doing the half-squat thing, it’s also the front that gets the pee only what right!
don’t know why this person can pee until the back of the seat pan also have urine.
geez. and if you think guys are the only ones who can’t aim, think again. =.=

and this brings me to an extremely stupid thing i said on the bus to the navy bases.
kaiwen was asking me what kinda guys i like, and so i was explaining.
for some reason i ended up saying something like, “aiyah, you have to have a little intelligence to know when to go in and come out what.” i was talking about fighting, actually.
then someway, somehow, the entire bus started laughing.
stunned, i kept quiet for awhile, before the innuendo of that statement dawned on me!
geez.
and no, i’m not a bimbo. it’s just that it came out of my mouth sounding really wrong! :(

okay. super random post.
off to do my media law assignment!
BAHHHHHH

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hot (or maybe not) navy guys

May 30, 2008

today was fabulous.
because we are the privileged documentary production students, we got to skip stupid IS to go to the navy bases (or whatever you call that)
the security there, however, was so strict that carrie and i felt a little quite awkward.
no thumbdrives, camera phones, and yada.
so, being the extremely awesome camwhores we are, we thought “hey! since we won’t be able to snap any pics later, better take some now!
and… tada!

yeah, this is only one of the many many shots we took.
had to do that to my face because i don’t know why my menses this time round is making my face puffier than ever!
as though it’s not already puffy enough usually.
*continues ranting*

yeah, but anywayyyy…
for some reason visiting the navy frigates has inspired me.
I THINK I SHALL ENLIST FOR THE ARMY AFTER POLY!
peggy says she may go with me too woohooooo!
but girls can’t go for ns-like thing. DAMN SUCKY PLEASE.
why must we sign on if we wanna join the army, that’s absolutely nonsense!
hopefully by the time i graduate this lousy policy would have changed.
*crosses fingers*

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hate it hate it hate it!

May 28, 2008

you know, i hate it when people think they’ve got it worst.

HAH. year 3s, free.
“WE are year ones and year twos not like u seniors year threes who are free without common tests.”
yes honey, some of us don’t have common tests.
but free, honey… FREE?
that’s the worst thing you can ever say.
you’re only into the fucking first 7 weeks of your 3 years.
do you know how it feels having assignments after assignments, projects after projects dumped on you, week after week?
have you ever felt stress so acute you think that “no matter how strong i am, i can’t take this anymore”?
have you ever seen a to-do list filled from top to bottom with assignments and projects you have to complete?
no, you don’t.
have you ever felt the weight of tonnes of projects heaped upon your shoulders, and yet no, that’s not it.
you have the burden of an entire cca, an entire camp to plan, quotations to get, and so on…
all at the same, fucking time.
no, you don’t.
so don’t take the “i’m dying from mugging”, mugging for fucking common tests, and you, being a fucking year three, you have it oh-so-easy attitude with me.
you don’t even have the fucking guts to say that with your name.
why? because deep down inside you know that what you’re saying is unfair – we year 3s don’t have it all that easy, and in saying so, you risk great wrath.
i hate this, you know.

i may be thinking too much, but sometimes… sometimes being the female president in a male-dominated club… it’s fucking difficult.
it may just be the expectations i impose upon myself. but you’ll never understand.
the pressure of having to prove yourself, a mere female, to an entire bunch of oh-so-superior males.
the constant strain of having to show that you’re worthy of their respect.
yes, i know you’re thinking “it’s the 21st century, man! where got such gender discrimination?”
but you know you’re just saying it. you know it exists. it’s everywhere, that is… if you bother to really see.
and it’s difficult. cuz you know you need to bring the club back to the strength it was last time, and it’s tough cuz you know you don’t have as much ability as the seniors have.
and it’ll be tough if you don’t strive hard enough to prove yourself, and get people to cooperate.

so shut up. cuz we all have our struggles, and don’t so easily think less of others’.
be sure your brain, what tiny morsel there is, is engaged, before shooting your fucking mouth off.
it may be an offhand comment.
but you have no idea how much it upsets people, people who are trying their fucking best.
and yet sometimes the best is not enough; it is never enough.

i’m fucking tired.
and i need a good hard cry.
maybe about… now.

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half my eyebrow’s gone!

May 26, 2008

DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!
i knew it was a bad idea to attempt to shape my brows when i’m hella tired.
the result of being too lazy to go thread your brows + trying to shave it when you’re still sick + drowsy from a run + beginnings of another fever…
is an eyebrow half gone.
SUPER DUPER DEPRESSED CAN!
and to think i was happily brandishing my shaver.
until like half the right eyebrow looked too bald to be true, did i realise that it was gone!
GONE. NADA! JUST LIKE THAT. OMG. KILL ME PLEASE SOMEONE.
eyebrow, for the sake of my sanity, please please please grow back…. FAST.

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YAY

May 24, 2008

YAY I FEEL SUPER ACCOMPLISHED TODAY.
i guess being sick has its advantages too.
since i was feeling too lethargic to do anything, decided to get down to work.
and YAYNESS. i’m done with the PR research report (that is, until candy sends me her part), acting script, masina hypothesis 3 + survey questions, and i even checked out the nus website!
okay, thank goodness all that worry was for naught.
i’m still eligible (results aside) for nus law!

fabulous.
now i’m no longer as clueless as i was a few days ago, when the mother asked about where i wanna go after poly!
then again, i think my results prolly suck too much as compared to annoying ‘A’ level people. :(
*crosses fingers and hopes that’s not the case*

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BAH.

May 24, 2008

thanks carrie dead fish sour plum woman for coughing into my face and throwing your mucus-filled tissue paper everywhere.
now i look just like you.

:(

anyway, went running and self-trained with peggy and yuanxi just now!
i swear yuanxi is a horrible horrible boy!
see how decent he looks:

but NO! DON’T BE FOOLED BY THAT SMILE!
you know this guy, this dirty old man, changed his clothes (inclusive of underwear) in the clubhouse after training, and promptly dumped his wet shorts and undies on the chair!
WALAOOOOO. i swear peggy’s and my eyes will rot off by tomorrow.
you gross gross boy!
and injuring his elbow seems to have thickened his skin at the same time.
“np (or kickboxing. or his class) got cute guys what! *points to himself*”
OH. MY. GOD. *dies from horror*

anyway, since this post is already super nonsensical…
you know, i love the songs from juno!
they have the cutest, most random yet lovely lyrics!
one of my fav songs from it – Tree Hugger by Antsy Pants.

The flower said
I wish i was a tree
The tree said
I wish i could be
A different kind of tree
The cat wished that it was a bee
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea

And in the sea there is a fish
A fish that has a secret wish
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it
And in the sea there is a fish
A fish that has a secret wish
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert
And the desert
So dry and lonely
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort

And the rattlesnake said
I wish i had hands so
I could hug you like a man
And then the cactus said
Don’t you understand
My skin is covered
With sharp spikes
That’ll stab you
Like a thousand knives
A hug would be nice
But hug my flower
With your eyes

And in the sea there is a fish
A fish that has a secret wish
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it
And in the sea there is a fish
A fish that has a secret wish
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert
And the desert
So dry and lonely
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort

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May 21, 2008

was looking through some old stuff yesterday, and came across this picture!


when we were all so damned young.
:)
i miss last time when people weren’t so bitchy.
when being feisty was said to be spunk rather than bitchy.
HAH.
i miss going overseas with the family!
think this picture was taken like.. in thailand or something.
and in case you can’t tell, yes. the fugly, nerdy, and fat boy-looking thing on the extreme left is me.

anyway, i was fucking pissed off at some lsct students just now!
by looking at their behaviours you know what kinda inconsiderate fuckers they’ll turn out to be when they grow up.
*inserts more vulgarities*, finish eating already, and so many people waiting, don’t know how to go elsewhere is it!
sit there and talk so much. go to your fucking lsct block lah.
you guys knew jolly well people were waiting, yet you… call yourself a fucking guy!?
sitting there sipping your drink even slower than a girl.
*rolls eyes*
and you still had the grace to glance at us from time to time with a guilty look.
after a gazillion years, when you guys decided to leave, still dare to smile sheepishly at me.
and turn away with that slight tinge of fear in your eyes when i stood there glaring at you.
HAH. NICE TO KNOW MY GLARES STILL WORK. and you have no idea how much it pleased me seeing that “oh fuck it looks like she’s gonna beat us up anytime” kinda look on your faces.
inconsiderate idiots.
i hope you get culled. i hope that the erm… animals or whatever you guys cut up come back to haunt you, so there!

p.s
aiyah sorry for being so bitchy.
hella sleepy and sulky after staying up to collate stupid safe sex survey results!
geez. one of these days i’m gonna just drop dead and disintegrate from fatigue!

p.p.s
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAVOURITE BOY!
18 years of nonsense, and “till death do us part”.
HAHAHA BETTER KEEP YOUR PROMISE.
can’t wait for this weekend.
you owe me many many many explanations ahhhhh.
*pokes*

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boyfriend or friends with benefits?

May 20, 2008

had an interesting conversation with carrie the sour plum woman yday night.

ALEXIS: IT’S OKAY.
ALEXIS: you’ll be fine without a guy! who needs guys anyway!
CARRIE: they say the world is ending in 2012
CARRIE: so that means i shudnt give a half fuck about abstinence ahhaha
CARRIE: but then aiya
CARRIE: i think about it whateveer la
CARRIE: just die a virgin, no boyfriend
ALEXIS: HAHAHAHA
ALEXIS: aiyah get a cute guy to fuck!
ALEXIS: :D
CARRIE: but i dont think i’d like fucking hahaha
CARRIE: so forget it

HAHA.

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CHOCOLATE!

May 19, 2008

watched chocolate today with some kickboxing freshies.
FUCKING NICE PLEASE.
HAHAHA. i swear the entire cinema was guffawing like crazy at some parts.
and i’m super inspired to train and be as pro as the girl.
was damn high after watching the movie.
if only i can pick up moves by watching, just like the heroine in the movie.
maybe then i’ll be able to trash my opponents, rather than it being the other way round.
YAH RIGHT. =.=
okay anyway, I REALLY REALLY ADORE MY FRESHIES. :D
they’re so damn cute please.
despite them getting on my nerves sometimes, they’re so fabulous i’d love to hug them.
you look at them and you see their individuality shining through, this special something in them that, you know will be exceedingly attractive when they grow up.
AIYAH. DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN. and i’m too lazy.
but yeah. it’s <3 to the max!

i’m succeeding in my quest to forget you.
other than the slight niggling tinge of melancholia at that hits me every now and then, i’m doing well keeping thoughts of you at bay.
of course, not having a very high opinion of guys in the first place does help too. :)
i’m giving myself a maximum of 2 weeks to get over you, and hell, by hook or by crook, i will succeed.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

May 18, 2008

and today’s carrie bimbotic bunny and menghow honey bunny’s birthday!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVES. :)


5 years and counting.
you know i love you loads, bestie. :D
sorry for torturing your ears with my less than desirable singing of the birthday song.
anyway, stop being so bitchy lah! YOU’RE A BAD INFLUENCE.
okay HAPPY BIRTHDAY and eat more to achieve your 75kg weight goal! ;)
make time for chris, lina and me so we can celebrate with youuuuuu!


happy birthday sour plum. :)
(it is NOT retarded to call and sing a birthday song okay, just so you know. *kicks*)
would love to get you the chanel allure perfume so you’d stop smelling like a mixture between sour plum and vanilla coke, but so sorry, am super broke now! :X
anyway, much loves and HAPPY CARRIE DAY!
may your birthday wish (*cough*) come true so you won’t be a sad 19-year-old spinster!
HAHAHA.