with each new phase you go into, you feel the urge to shed the old skin and find something different that suits the 'new' you. its a moment of self-realization where you kinda stand outside of your little bubble and gawk at the kind of person u used to be. well i'm gawking right now, and i feel compelled to shed like a snake, asap. each time this sudden urge occurs, i instantly experience writer's block. i can no longer identify with shimmshimmy for some reason, and i think its time to say goodbye. again.
leon's cousin's wedding dinner tonight at rasa sentosa, the waterfront. it holds the record as fastest wedding dinner ever in morticia's book of records. we got there at about 6 and left at 8pm. you probably would have guessed that it wasnt one of those traditional chinese wedding dinners that have a million and one courses, a gazillion relatives and unnecessary waiting time between dishes. it was buffet style - perfect 'cos by 6pm i was hungry enough to eat an entire meadow of cows. ok anyway, i typed this post right after the last one because i wanted to get it over and done with. so, in case any of u were wondering if i had passed out after typing 'fatigue', uhm .. no.
i dont know wtf happened with blogger, but i had typed out one of those long ramble-y posts and then it evaporated. its 3am and i'm too lazy to do it all over again. anyway, i cut my hair yesterday. so here i am being obnoxious and forcing all you voyeurs to look at my 'shroom head.
i cant believe i spent fri and sat night doing school reports, cos that means school is fucking whack and i should drop out PRONTO. the other day i was so bored in class i entertained the thought of burning down smoo, and proceeded to let my friend in on the plan then asked her to evacuate the building asap. we ended up meeting for smokes outside the library, and five minutes later we were back in class where we were supposed to be. another plan that failed to materialize ... how tragic.
one day my left arm is gonna be longer than my right arm. sound familiar?
i honestly wish there was a phrase to replace 'camera whore' because its so painfully overused. if the world continues using it as much as it already does, it might even make it to the dictionary. and until we find the perfect phrase, we could call ourselves photo enthusiasts. or in my case, maybe just narcissistic bitch =\
anyway, my uncle flew in from san diego yesterday and will be bunkin' at our pad until ... further notice. i find it really funny that neither of my parents have asked him how long he will be staying with us, because they don't want him to think that we're chasing him away. HAHA adults are hard to understand sometimes. i entertained the thought of poppin' the question last night over dinner, but then decided to let mom and dad continue to squirm uncomfortably as they contemplate how to go about doing it. yeah, cheap fucking thrill. speaking of thrill, i guess i am kinda thrilled that he's here, cos its been 9 long years since i've seen him.
im pretty much resigned to the fact that this ranting space will forever be subjected to minimal efforts on my part. its so easy to just spout random bullshit that comes to mind, or to put up pictures so that my friends overseas know that i'm still alive. but ultimately, we're merely satiating the appetites of invisible voyeurs. and it becomes just as easy for them to judge. i'd rather choose to indirectly cater to their superficial needs than to let them be the judge of who i really am.
earlier in the week, due to unmentionable circumstances, i had deleted my lvl 60 wow character. for those of you who do not play wow, or feel that you couldnt possibly identify with my pain, read no further.
so the story goes. i had mailed off all my valuable items, sold off my armor and mailed gold to leon, then proceeded to type 'DELETE' as instructed. and there she went.
BUT. out of regret, and combined misery, leon and i decided to mail the GM to have Bruzzi restored. it appears that is possible, because shes now sitting in my account, minus the armor which im waiting to receive. im extremely amazed at how advanced blizzard is and the highly satisfactory customer support we received. phew.
anyway, out of boredom, i found pics of nicole richie where she looks less like a rat and quite the attractive lady. but my god, somebody give her some pizza!
today we decided to have lunch at SP of all places because we were famished. 'nuff said. our journey to the foodcourt was sooooooo fun. riiight. we proceeded to attend a talk on "Emerging Democracies & Economies of Eastern Europe" in the afternoon. it could've been in Russian, for all i care, it wouldnt have made much of a difference. but ok, i was interested for at least 25 mins if u put all the interesting bits together. what with wenwei drawing cartoons beside me and B2 giggling about random things on my left. i look like death, and feel like it too.
it wouldnt be awfully far-fetched for me to believe that all this is being brought on by the lethal duo of school and PMS, right? these days, my sudden urges for solitude occur so abruptly that i clamour to be alone, even if its for a measly fifteen minutes. what with obsessive compulsive disorderly folk, and the tragically confused emo-trips.
i cant decide which is worse. pretending to not see someone you'd rather not acknowledge, or acknowledging them and being a hypocrite in the process. my ridiculous fixation on the most inconsequential details causes much confusion and eventually brings nothing but immense fatigue. thank god for that bundle of season 2 The 'L' Word dvds in my bag, i feel relief coming over me already.
i wish i could say more, but 'meet the fockers' is on. you figure out the rest.
trapped in such a state of lunacy that even i myself cannot comprehend. once again i come face to face with the law of diminishing returns, only this time, the input is evidently less intense. the outcome continues to be tremendously miserable. how is it that at this crucial moment, we still manage to feel no guilt nor remorse for playing hooky? as you probably know, i like to ask completely pointless rhetorical questions. because as always, it just boils down to me simply not caring. my newfound partner in crime merely serves to fuel my very lacking sense of responsibility.
and today we mourn the death of marketing class. it died ever so peacefully for the sake of a big pao and our growling tummies.
what can i say, we're homebodies. of course, we could have gone cycling today like leon had explicitly promised. BUT i suppose this was fun too :)
stocking up for our massive block of wow time. coco crunch!
with the kind of hysteria i have to deal with at school, i can only wish for the weekend to never end. and just when i thought i had free time this weekend, some random thing had to pop out from nowhere. less words and more pictures these days because i think my brain deserves a rest after all the trauma it experiences over the week.
the J.B fan, my no.1 victim, bored sumaya, sumaya the ace presenter, queen of blotters, model sumaya, B2 & B1, sumaya's fave sweater. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, B2 :) don't know what i'd do without you in school. <3 enjoy the pics hahaha
for starters, i would like to wish a very special someone Happy Anniversary! :)
at this point, i should also probably mention the joyous acquisition of a brand new digital camera. with the help of the bomster himself, of course. ive waited 4 long years for my first upgrade, and what better day to celebrate it than today! and because i am too tired, and lazy to flaunt it by taking a copious amount of pictures, i promise you now that i will do so tmr.
i don't know how i got so lazy. but if there's one thing i'm sure of, the mysterious creature lying on my bedroom floor has got something to do with it.
S W I N G E R S ------------ Directed & Produced by Grace Khoo :)
it was 'fantabulous', as my best friend likes to say. i laughed so hard, i'd be lying if i said i wasn't entertained :D and to top that off, i got to see the people i've been missing. or rather, who HAVE been missing in action, much like myself.
today, like most days, we got bored and proceeded to tour the areas surrounding our school campus. i should probably also mention that ww had cut class to wait 3 hours with me before meeting our marketing professor. double snore.
first we hit the SingaporeArtMuseum (SAM) - a place ive been wanting to go to for the longest time. i guess i brought the right person along because there were a lot of malay words/phrases in the art and ww played translator. most of the stuff was by indonesian artists ... we had a good time critiquing everything, even though we knew didley squat abt interpreting art.
i guess it was kind of a big deal in a low key sorta way because for the FIRST TIME today, i'd gone to the national library! a lil disappointing cos it was so dull and most of the books were 'for reference only'. we kinda strolled around, making lotsa noise, checking out random art, design, biz and lit books. yeah, helluva random, if you ask me.
us attacking new2U thrift shop after SAM. we preferred the street art section to the ones in the galleries. new2U - where everything was about a size 12-16. even the quirky vintage dresses :( i THINK that gorilla on the bottom left is supposed to be a certain someone we refer to as MM. SAM. touristy tendencies.
Sumaya's ant-infested laptop. Imagine the look on the helpdesk dude's face when she told him her problem. school on a saturday. for some reason, it didnt quite blow as much as the thought of going back to school on a weekend sounds like. err that sentence sounded weird. but anyway, shades FTW! riiiight. time for some southpark wow now :) youtube, people.
when life starts to get ridiculous, it seems imperative that you resort to conventional therapy rather than perpetuate individual patterns. mid-term break my ass. more like break your back with project work. but anyway, fuck that, its over.
insomnia at its most hateful. i just wanna roll over and sleep, but i cant. damn random thoughts keeping me up at the worst times. everytime i have an 830 class, insomnia pays me a visit. is it really that hard to just go for my management accounting class?!
after my haircut yesterday, i am officially a 'shroom head. and yeah, i think my left arm really is getting longer than my right arm.
anyway, i cant believe i was up doing reports all of fri and sat night because that just means school is whack and i should drop out PRONTO. the other day i entertained the thought of burning the school down, then proceeded to let my friend in on the plan and asked her to evacuate the building. we ended up meeting for smokes outside the library ... then heading back to whatever class we were supposed to be in at the time. quite tragic.
these days everything feels so fragile. one moment you've got a jewel in your hand, the next moment it turns into stone. is there anything in your life thats capable of surviving the test of time and the changes that come along? i hate that phrase 'by default', but i too am guilty of using it one time too many.
so i think i've come to terms with the fact that i will forever be plagued by a life of schizophrenic tendencies. i honestly think all this whacko attitude's being channelled in a rather chaotic fashion and its time somebody called in the professionals. i dont take pride in being half-assed about everything, it just happens that way, cut me some slack. with all this news revolving around excessive gaming habits that lead to death and other sorts of strange behaviour, i really wonder, when will that shit ever happen to me. not that i want it to. but it all just seems very unrealistic. maybe i'm just not hardcore enough, but youre not gonna see me sitting at my window ledge. ok and even if i fell, i think i'd break a limb at most cos i live on the 2nd floor. what a loser.
melodramatics aside, lets talk about real life. ok so apart from being psychotic and being Bruzzi, i also happen to do things as Marissa with my boyfriend, Leon. yeah, contrary to popular belief, we do occassionally tear our asses from our swivelling chairs and take walks to places at least 2km away from a lanshop. we hit ViVo City on saturday - opening day apparently. what a fucking waste of time. sometimes sheer excitement has such an adverse effect on me that it impairs my judgement so overwhelmingly. i tend to forget to THINK before i decide on going to 'big' places during its grand opening where there're gonna be a horde of people just waiting for a stampede to happen. no shit man. free parking was even provided - to say we were just asking for it would be a mere understatement. naturally, we ended up driving back to our favourite lanshop in jurong :) yeah man that was so much better. my bad.
anyway, like probably only 20 shops at ViVo were open, of which only 4 were worth looking at but only 2 fully open to the public. everything else was just under construction and in the process of setting up shop. if youre thinking about going there, you might wanna throw on a bikini, because their air-conditioning is half-fucked as well. ok, i'm being a bitch. i'm sure it will be fabulous when its fully open. maybe.
we finally watched 'Thank You For Smoking', and i must say its a fucking awesome movie. yeah talk about a lifelong lag. why am i always trailing behind the cool crowd. misery! anyway, theres nothing like sitting back with Mr. Bomster, shootin' the shit and taking on multiple personalities for the sake of self-entertainment. you might call it warped role-playing, but it brings us much laughter, especially just before bed when we're all a lil woozy and tired.
bollywood banana. leon sleeping with 2 other girls. wtf, dude. and since rusty's too fat to be in the full frame with leon and max, she gets a shot of her own. i must say, its no easy feat trying to lead 2 lives. been ridiculously busy doing the usual inconsequential things, but le lousy photographer did manage to capture a couple random shots to liven this dreary place up. dont ask me why the photos are jumbled up so badly, blogger's just fucked up like that.
broken sleep patterns always have the most unpredictable effects on me, and the way it swings both ways so erratically, you really cant get mental preparation for its consequences. i just want to be the rambuctious thing i am without having to care about shit like fatigue. its been a crazy week, to quote someone else who probably has been having a far more interesting time than i am. correct me if i'm wrong, but sleeping around regardless of your intentions or mutual agreements, still does make you kinda skanky ... doesn't it? or am i just more anal than i thought. all you new age modernists make me feel conservative and shit.
ok so i recently rediscovered my utterly irresponsible self with the help of various patronising individuals, and, to be real frank, i still dont give a rat's ass. i swear i'm not trying to go all 'wildchild' on anyone, and im certainly not into that whole rebellion phase either, god forbid. but i just dont naturally have a tendency to act responsible about things i dont give two hoots about. like school, for one. i dont give a fuck about school. i stay in school for the sake of finishing what i started. and the reason i started was because i still didnt know what i wanted to do with my life and it was sort of an insurance. but everything else can pretty much go to hell. as long as i dont get kicked out.
all this ranting, because someone questioned my 'aim in life'. god, i'm touchy like that. doesnt take much to blow my fuse. the less dreary my life is, the less i feel the need to resort to this blogging bullshit. so much has happened, but its funny how people assume that i just lock myself away everyday to play wow. i WISH i had the time man, school's a bitch. no actually, homework and tests and projects are really THE SHIT. i actually do enjoy school and the good things it brings along with the bad.
ok anyway. its late, and i'm aching all over from that strenuous running i did 6 hours ago. fucking hate when the delayed aching finally sets in. then again, it means i worked out, as opposed to walking around the running track with my cell phone acting as resistence. ok i'm a bag of contradictions as always. but all you other messed up people shld get my drift, right? i think? maybe i shld just go to bed.
*the best times are the ones we spend together in the most random fashion doing the most ordinary of things.
grace: i missed you. today was fun, right? :) i always feel the need to introduce everyone to my best friend. don't ask me why. maybe it IS true, i am your #1 fan -gag-
it seems the world needs some sort of mass philanthropic effort to come from somewhere. sometimes i think im glad that i am mildly obssessed with an activity that keeps me home so much, as opposed to going out and being surrounded by the cynics and jackasses, the plastics and the Iagos of the century. reality can be a bitch, and along with it come the bitches. i always thought it to be very clever to seem to constantly have an opinion about everything. well i suppose its smarter to keep your opinions to yourself, or to the people you know you can trust not to distort everything they hear. i would say i've reached one of my dysfunctional peaks and am gradually falling back down to the point of attaining some sensibility. it just hit me today that i have a test on wednesday, and on a topic ive flunked once before.
anyway, i watched some marathon programme on animal planet which was in memory of steve irwin. and i must say, that man has done some REALLY crazy things in his life. ok, crazy would be a major understatement. but anyhow, i'm really moved by the way he dedicated his life to raising awareness of animals and their needs/behaviour. but here comes the really bizarre part, which kinda makes me question my own sanity sometimes. its really sad and all, how/that he died, and i think of it as one of the greatest tragedies ever. but throughout the entire programme, i didnt shed a tear until the part where they featured his little dog, Sui, and how she gradually died of old age. i smudged eyeliner over a dog. i know, i really need to get my priorities straightened out.
random bullshit aside. VERN turned 20 on Sunday, Sept 10th! sorry bout the late announcement, i didnt turn on my laptop all weekend. and SAB's back from the states! she got back at approx. 1am++ on Sunday as well. so, double whammy right there :) we all headed to Club Home @ BoatQuay to celebrate Vern's big day tog. i really wish we didnt all have to have such crazy schedules, really clashing ones too. but dinner tmr! i look forward to it. fuck the test on wed :D bring on the food!
okay im so smashed, im beginning to ramble. but before i go, i just wanna thank my bomster for keeping me sane by making me do insane things like playing wow every waking moment. for listening to my (sometimes) almost unreasonable whinging about the people and things that frustrate me to no end. and for putting up with my moodiness when i get off late from school. damn do i hate having to go to class. yeah .. so thank you, baby :)
dinner at The Line @ Shangri-La last night with the fearless guild master of Blitzkrieg. such an honour, i must say. buffets have always been a favourite of mine, but this one was just gastronomically challenging to defeat. given the wide variety of food, me having had 3 meals already, and leon not performing up to standard, it was quite impossible to give everything a try. nevertheless, we polished off what we could and indulged in their monster fondue fountain before rushing off to ... play more wow.
am trying to make it a point to post pictures of myself/ourselves when we're out and about so as to provide evidence that we really arent as geeky and game-addicted as i often make ourselves sound. ok, this cant really be said of leon cos the freak plays when im at school, when im beside him, AND when i go to sleep. i, on the other hand, have RESPONSIBILITIES that i need to fulfill before i go knock myself out on wow. i desperately need to fix my pc because its a gaming nightmare, imagine the lack of sound and the constant hanging. i dont know how i managed to tolerate it till now.
vern's bday tmr night, and kelvin's too :D i have to split myself again, cos i cant miss either! okay .. and also cos i wanna eat 2 cakes.
and because ive had to patronize the local cab companies quite frequently over the past 3 weeks, the immense boredom finally ate my sanity and compelled me to self-entertain with my trusty samsung cell. big shades are essential when youve got eyebags as big as mine from wowing all day, all night. cutting class to go buy 6-hour packages at a lan shop wasnt quite what i had imagined my term was gonna turn out to be like. then again, who the hell's complaining.
according to wenwei, my eyes have that glazed look everytime i step into class. i dont think thats quite what i want happening. its quite amusing actually. its quite a challenge being responsible when youve developed an addiction to something thats so frustratingly time-consuming. 3 more weeks should do it!
our good priest has left for the army, hence the need for a suitable replacement. any takers?
sometimes i question your delusion. i secretly suspect that you are perpetually hallucinating thanks to your affinity to narcotics and such.
if anyone's wondering whether ive fallen off the edge of the earth and disappeared into the great abyss, well not quite. school's started. so just picture my crazy timetable and my obssession with wow, and you can pretty much guess that there currently is no such thing as FREE TIME. the only social activity worth mentioning would probably be roger's birthday thingy on saturday. chermy if youre reading this, im sorry i couldnt make it to your chalet. i'll make it up to you somehow, i promise. and grace, what happened today?!
bambambigolo thinks that we get more judgemental as we get older, hence the inclination to dislike people before really getting to know them. to some extent i agree, because im so fucking picky sometimes its almost impossible to make new friends. and i do mean friends, not your typical hi-bye social butterflies whom you maintain your zero-depth-friendships with. well i dont know, it doesnt bother me. i can be cynical and jaded, so what.
better go to sleep or i wont have the energy to wow tmr.