Mundane Nothings

------------------------------------ Friendster Horoscope for August 28, 2007 Cancer (Jun 22 - Jul 22) The Bottom Line Indulge in a bit of daydreaming today -- it's time to do something for yourself. In Detail Indulge in a bit of daydreaming today -- it's time for you to do something for yourself, even if it's just letting your mind wander wherever it feels like going. You're at the beginning stages of a real self-transformation, so don't be alarmed if you're feeling ambiguous about things that used to seem black-and-white. Just watch the world go by and take in whatever you see. As long as you keep an open mind, all the input will lead to some important insights. "Lets see how much of that is true." Yahoo! Astrology, Daily Extended Forecast for August 28, 2007 Cancer June 22 - July 22 Indulge in a bit of daydreaming today -- it's time for you to do something for yourself, even if it's just letting your mind wander wherever it feels like goin...

I know I'm suppose to keep blogging on a low, But you know what, screw it. I live in a Biscuit tin, so says my sister. Ironically, my biscuit tin has been attracting strange ppl around. I had a loud speaking indian man sprouting some bloody loud tamil into his phone at friggen 12am, he just HAD to be standing outside my room window that night. The conversation just HAD To go on at my end of the corridor. I was more angry than I was freaked out. Bleargh. Ok I was a lil scared, that was enuff to prevent me from assaulting him. I choked on my patience that night. The following night, i had a couple engaging themselves in conspiratorial whispers. My dreams were punctured by a whiny shrill. I could have died of annoyance. I got my dad involved. He slid my windows opened and told the kids to keep it down, then he asked where on earth were they from? Considering the time, again, 12 am. Then, that smart arse boy had to try and retaliate, he asked my dad if he wanted to see his IC as well....

OK, i didn't quite expect this. I don't think I'm THAT addicted to blogging. ANd, just to prove my point, you won't be hearing much of me this week. Heh. AND my sister tagged me. Which means, I've got to confess my weirdnessto the world. SIX of them. Right, that I'll save for another day. ;) Coz, I'm NOT addicted to blogging. uh uh. 81% How Addicted to Blogging Are You? Mingle 2 - Dating Site

Today, was weird. Actually, the very start of this semester seemed rather odd. I got all my tutorial slots, with no difficulties whatsoever. The birds were gleefully chirping today. I even caught a couple of them frolicking through the woods while heading for the Artz forum, to get my earned freebie. NUSSU diary. Oddly perfect. Lunch was Prata. Well, we had it at the usual place. We had a very, well, I would say mature conversation over lunch. I've been bumming around all month long and cleansing myself off the usual crudeness that I've been so often associated with. Sexual crudeness. I always believed that indeed we are carnal beings (which bloody explains why, i had taken an instant liking to lecturer of Gek1045) . Always seeking pleasures and indulging ourselves in the fleshy sins of bodily delights. Its innate. Its also survival. So no reason to be all covert about it. My blatant seexual notions usually bring utter shock to the faces of my pals. But lately, I feel that the...

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WOw! I love that buffet-cum-birthday dinner. I'm not gonna elaborate on it, only because.... That job belongs to ASILAH! MUahahah. Anyways guys, i uploaded the pictures on flickr! SO, go steal it from there, quick ok! While stocks last. :) But here's some...just so I don't have to write much on it. This is basically what lunching at the NEW deck looks like. Jealous. We, fellow SDE mates are stuck with the old hag of a Techno without much of the Edge. Puta. This is Dayah, her new bike and Adeline! They so look so empowered man! I dig Yes, the birthday babes! Adel & Asilah. Though at that point, it wasn't known to Adel that she was also the one of the celebrated ones. ;) Luv it. I see part of the heart that beat as one. Internal joke. Ha! Dinner! Ah, today is a day of inarticulation. Forgive me. Im internalizing everything for now. Cheerios!

My first day of school was great. A lecture that lasted a little under 45 minutes, by a lecturer who appeared so reserved and understanding. So damn understanding that she wouldn't mind if her present class of 12 students were to drop her module by the end of this week. I would be devastated if no one wanted to bid for a module I'm teaching. Nevertheless, i think I'm staying on, just cause my 1st day kakis are. Sooo ... The prospective target, didn't appear that prospective after all . Lets just leave it at that aye. I'm not about to start dissing him just cause he isn't Hawt . Sheesh . Oh there are a couple of Korean students in that lecture and I think they appear kinda uppity. Which of course, never fails to hit a nerve. DETEST alarm turned on. BEWARE! My waffles I bought from my trusted waffles shop. Its no fault of anyone, but me. :(n I thought it would be a good idea to heat my waffles up over the sandwich maker. Obviously I was wrong. Stupid kid. Why ...

I'm back to being a bloody Hubber! Soccer seduction is much to strong to resist. Arsenal won their first EPL match this season. A great way indeed to kick off the season. I got my opportunity to let out my suppressed screams. WE have come. I didn't realise how much of the world I've missed until I got our very own Digital-cable set back on. Its insane. Life is complete now. I got my internet, my cable tv my parents and my sisters. I've evolved into being a slave to technology, a parasite to all things electronic, despite the years of arguing against the propagation of the mass media. The supposed harbinger of ones doom. We change. Our trusted slippers. It has taken us to places of many colours, memories and divine godly showers. I love them to bits. Tomorrow's gonna be the first day of my 2nd last semester. I'm excited. -_- NOT. Spoke to a cousin of mine online a while back. She seems all busy and worked up about school. Even asked me if I take a 3rd language. W...

I've been Flickred! Yeappiee. I'm not quite sure why i got an account. I think it lies somewhere between wanting to be in that horde of artsy-fartsy peeps and just satisfying my need to plague the cyberland with my mug! Muahahaha. Here I come. So, you would have known, I had suddenly acquired this appetite for everything Bon Jovi. Over the past few days I've travelled back to 1983 where frizzy-haired-spandex-yielding front man John, took the crowd in his hands and painted love with a truck load of Rock. One minute I was listening endlessly to his husky voice that oozes with all the maleness I could ever have asked for, and the next minute, I was cringing in agony and trying not to retch my dinner out. My overindulgence on sweet rock music. That should be a genre, unique to Bon Jovi's music. Mighty sweet, it could alleviate you from any form of abuse, IF you are in pain. If you are not, I suggest, you stay away from his music. But of course, if you wanna fall sick, then ...

One word. Possiblicity. Fucking crack me up, this country.

Today is National Day. What people in some other continents in the world would call Independence Day. I feel no blaze of excitement whatsoever. Its just like any other day. No battles to reminisce about, no bloodshed to ponder over, no heroes I wished had lived long enough for me to shower my tangible reverence on. Na da! The only battle I could think of right now is the one going on in my abdomen. The Red Army of womenhood has descended. Blast them. Back to what I was saying. I took history in secondary school and despite all that, 9 August 1965, was nothing more than a teary affair between two political figures. OK so, maybe tears instead of blood was shed. And then what happens? OH wait, we celebrate it like its some victory we've been waiting all along. Like we fought for with sheer blood and sweat. DO you think people back then actually cared about independence? I mean this was a capitalistic land to begin with. People flock in from masses of faraway lands to exploit what was ...

My teeth bloody hurts! I could die. Braces isn't hell, its the topped up hardened paste that prevents my overbite from manifesting itself that seriously bites! I probably don't make any sense to most. Damn, I don't even care. Just needed to regurgitate out, and hope it eases the pain, somehow. Indira Rocks These are the members of the next best act to Bon Jovi. I heart them. I wish, insanity would send them to singapore. Have a gig here man. Como yo! Como yo! Nadie te amado. Te quiero! SO, I actually thought school starts this week. Well technically, it did. Orientation week THEY call it. Its school nonethelless, but lectures start next week. Another week of freedom and then Im off to embrace whats left off being a student. I wanted so badly to take French in school, but time and the lack of bidding points brought my desires to a halt. Oh well, let sour grapes prevail! French after all is a language that I reckon wouldn't take centrestage in my life. I never quite like ...

I made Tiramisu this evening. It was one of those spur of the moment thing. I saw a pack of Mascarpone, bought it and finally got down to making something out of it. A great sense of satisfaction was derived indeed, but I'll only get to taste it, on the morrow honey. I should really search for a Very legit Italian man and marry him. Yum! Better yet, an Italian chef would be heavenly! An italian chef who prefers dousing on talcum to spraying cologne. Grrr! Kinkier by the minute.

Talcum beats Cologne! Yeah, the wonders accomplished by a mere faint whiff of talc in the air. When you dust a lad in talc and have him sashay past me, dear lord, you have no idea how it actually titillates my fancy. I am engulfed by love and the sheer nakedness of erotism trudge out, unabashed, uninhibited. I could shut my eyes and a million different colours are conjured up, painting a divine portrait of why mother nature has made us all in pairs. All my cynical beliefs of love burnt to ashes with that one puff. A man caught between a whiff of talcum rids me of my sanity. I hope all men would ditch their bottle of vileful suffocation and embrace this powder of power!

Today on the bus, I saw a lil chubby kid, all clad in her pinafore which i at first thought was rather cute. Then I noticed how bloody fleshy she was, it was like to the point of being succulently edible. Insanity wrest my humaneness. She started what she probably thought was talking. Of course this, on adult terms would rightfully be called yelling, in her damn high pitched voice. That was it. If there was a stove on the bus, she was gonna be lunch. I daresay, Singapore-bred children are becoming a boisterous lot. I really don't know if being a teacher is as easy as it was. Ha! Everyday, you'd be greeted by a bunch of midgets, waiting for their chance to show their true, nasty colours and pounce on your patience. Children are birthed naked, parents clothed them. They come into the world with none but a cry, parents gave them their voice. A voice that they hope would be perfect. A voice that behaves obediently. A voice of sound value. A voice that can bring good to people aroun...