Mundane Nothings

I did it. Ok, we did it! Subject: Brazilian :) Venue: Revive Wellness Time: 3:00 pm I need to clearly state, it doesn't hurt as bad as people make it to be. Seriously. I was sitting there, ok no, lying there, waiting for Amelia to dish me with that vicious tug that was supposed to render me speechless...It never came. After the cold spa that was supposed to pamper that nether region we so often take for granted, it was cold and i was supposed to be relaxed by it, but I wasn't. I was still frowning at the fact that, it didn't hurt! I must have real thick skin. Anyways, I was thrust into a state of inexplicable delirium thereafter. I was happy, for no good reason whatsoever. Hehe! Being that bald really makes one feel renewed. I loike. ;) I say go for it ya'll! Tralalalla. Let me bask in this newly achieved happiness. I know its probably gonna be short-lived, but while i'm having it, bask in it. Yiippeee yai yai! Ooooh. My next recollection takes me back 24 hours fro...

*sighs* Adeline! Look what you have done! You left after you gave me that youtube link. Now you got me hooked on Russell Peters! Goodness. He is fucking hilarious lah! "Somebody's gonna get hurt..."

*shakes head* Don't mind me. I have an overload of them sex-laden novels I was talking about. Instantly, I was conjuring up fictitious S&M seniors that only existed in my self-constructed, very promiscuous realm. I really have this bubbling potential to pollute everyone around me with my insatiable carnal desires. God help me. Oh wait, he can't! Coz he's too engrossed laughing at the atrocities he's pelted me with. Pffrrtttt. I love hairspray. Delayed reaction, i know. But i eventually managed to fall deeply in love with it anyway. Bleah! I'm a late bloomer, in case you haven't noticed. ;p

Facebook is an addiction. It needs to be managed. I'm gonna smack some discipline on. I'm gonna stay away from facebook. That means no more logging on to that darn domain after like, now... Argh. I hate facebook. I hate it that it makes it so easy to snoop around, and one profile leads to the next, and the next and beyond!!! Before you know it, you end up prying through your bestfriend's ex boyfriend's ex boyfriend's gay dog's profile. And it still won't be enough. It's just never enough. Never. It has to stop. Damn it. Darn it. Dang it! Damnation at its finest. Oh my god....whoever Taylor Swift is....I like the lyrics of her song....Oh, turning into a mushy mess these days...Sod off! White Horse Say your sorry that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to And I paced back and forth All this time cause I honestly believed in you Holding on the days dragged on Stupid girl I should have known, I should have known That Im not a princess ...

I wish! I would love to one day stumble upon such a headline sprawled across our local newspapers. I reckon I'm patient enough to wait an eternity for that. For now, it shall be my hollow motivation to keep me running. I've been in deep contemplation-mode these couple of days. I was thinking of moving out. Along with that thought came the sudden urge to indulge myself in something somewhat ceremonial. You know, symbolic of a flight to the next phase. Essentially, I started thinking of getting a Brazilian done. Damn the aching in my neck. Im getting old. ...to be continued.

It is indeed. Boredom, a much overused word these days. I'm gonna put a halt to it yeah. I have never quite seen a hall filled with so many guys. I wouldn't say it was a pretty sight. There were just too many of them. Too many. You would think that, being with that many men, I would somehow bump into one that could possibly peak my libido. Bugger all that, fat hope. I sometimes forget I'm in ugly Singapore. A land where people need the tempts of money to keep them motivated to fuck each other silly. And after that, the females get four month's worth of rest, of course, with the hope that they could recuperate in time for another fuck. Wonderfully absurd. Too many couples in sight essentially obscures my view. There was one I had to put up with on the train, today. The girl was taller than the guy. Odd already. I know I shouldn't be saying things like that, but let hypocrisy take a back seat, its bloody odd to me. She was relatively pretty, though it looked like she ...

Christmas Wish list... I promised some people I was gonna get this up so yeah here it is. Then again, I have a mind to just give you the link to my last wish list. Heh . K k...No such thing. What I want this Christmas... 1. The cessation of those insanely ruthless teasing. (it ruptures my ego) *rolls eyes* 2. A cute turquoise coloured stuffed back rest. (for the office chair) 3. Actually, I'll be pretty much satiated with anything turquoise. ;) 4. For the adventurous peeps, that hawt dude in turquoise polo tee still stands. 5. A drop dead fucking gorgeous hot stripper, popping out of a mega huge suede-coated turquoise box, with Mustang Sally playing in the background. *licks lip* Yummylicious ! All the best with the hunt amigo! My latest addiction. I think I might need a bigger oven. Daddy? Do you hear me? Oh well. In my attempt to alleviate the throes of inactivity, I went on a walk with the two loyal accomplices, the sisters. To the National library and beyond! I managed to grab...

I haven't been awake this late for a very long time. I kinda miss how it feels. The silence of the night has a strange way of piquing at my thoughts. It elucidates little worldly bits that are left drifting aimlessly up there. Seeing things in a different light comes easy at this hour. ;) I loike. As i jar in the doldrums of inactivity, there are always things that are done without the need to consult the ever present feller, Sir Logic. Dive, just do it, they say. Those tiny voices scream. Thereafter, the long span of deep thoughts sets in, and regrets surface. What was I thinking? No entiendo? Never mind. I need a haircut. I need a manicure. I need a pedicure. I need my dose of sex-laden romance novels. I need to regain my balance. I need to bask in this solitude, yet again. I need to stop baking those addictive chocolate chip cookies. I need to set my arse into motion, so it doesn't get any bigger. I need to shed those flabs. I need to ingest less sugar. I need to chuck that ...

I've been meaning to word out what my college years meant to me, I mean, come on, 4 years is a mighty long time, but I never really got down to doing that. Having read SherLin's post on her commencement (over and over again) and what the 4 years has presented her with, I can pretty much say that I am bloody well inspired. Like finally, a jiwang post in the making! Now let me nudge myself back to my sole purpose of this entry. This was written, yes, written while I was slumped in a corner at work and being slowly devoured by boredom...so surreal right? As I sit here, by the stairs of the school, guarding it and directing lost sheeps like a shepherd of the ancient world, something in me was awakened. A slow melancholic motion, reminding me of the people I have met and grew to love. The people who stood by me when I had spasmodic facial twitches and knee-rattling presentations. Those were the same people who side-glanced me when a hot prawnball bounces by. Back in the time when pr...

Initially, i really wanted to like edit the pictures so they could rock even more, not that they aren't already rocking, just, you know. But, when i sat before my very boring laptop and start clicking away, i realise, I'm much too uninspired and dry for anything artsy right now. Dry. That's the word that typifies my state of mind these days. Bloody dry. Everything is dry, my hair, my purse, my bottle, hell even my potted plants are dry too. I feel like a lonely dried prune on a huge platter. You feeling me? Ok , back to my point. Lets hope my memory serves me well aye. That beautiful Friday night. The night of the dead, some call it. A time for the dead who decides to walk the earth, to surface and blend in with the deteriorating race called humans. Anyways, that's Mexico, in Singapore, standing in line for the tickets at the Night Safari felt somewhat like attending a national event. Its a lot like waiting outside the Kallang Stadium to catch the NDP performance. A m...

Anyways, night safari outing progressed very well. Some hiccups here and there but a blast nonetheless. Its on my pending-update list aye, coz the PICTURES are still beyond my reach. :) Now now, in my moments of boredom, i started reading news online and guess what i stumbled upon on this wonderfully ominous morning... one od the many headlines that instantly annexed my attention : Vietnam halts plan to ban short and flat-chested motorists Sat, Nov 01, 2008 AFP HANOI - Communist Vietnam has suspended a...

My wanton obsession with Kinder Bueno these days, is starting to scare me. I used to be satiated by merely indulging myself in their duo-pack. Now, i need at least three of those packs! The thought of its possible consequence doesn't seem to affect my sanity at all. I'm still madly in love with chocolates. Bah! Oh! I suddenly remember what exactly motivated me log on to blogspot and head for another typing rampage. Heh ...The relief teacher. *grins* He was around again. Ok , i feeling like laughing maniacally again. Those blasted midgets are making their way to my head yet again. God forbid. Oh well, perhaps its just me. A wise being once said, " Alvinna , you thrive on variety..." And indeed, I really do. Permanence bore the living Sam outta me. Ok wait, it's suddenly all coming back to me, that wise being was me. Heh . Let me just meander back to my point, the once, flamingly hawt divine specimen of nature has just been relegated back to the status of a mer...

I was walking around, thinking that i have covered a good load of crap that left be grappling for my sanity to keep me afloat. I was so wrong. Heh. I kinda left out something that happened today, that pretty much convinced me that I'm a bitchy little whore on the inside. Seriously. Okay, heres the deal, it was the end of the day and so I dropped by the general office to check on one of my sick kids, just making sure she's left for home. On my way out of the sick bay i spotted the back of this buffed divine being, who of course, just happened to be male. He was super buffed and as i got closer, he smelled of talcum, and sheer testosterone. Ok, don't ask me how I knew what the latter smelled like, I just did. When he turned around...I was so happy to see a pretty face, save for some random pimples (probably a reaction to the steroids he is on), finally, a divine being. I have dreamt of this very day since the first day of work. A moment of bliss passed. He was smiling, I was ...

Yah ! Chore indeed. Heading to work and back. Your best bet is to stay numb, dumb, ignorant and just blanket yourself under that slice of darkness. I'll survive this racket. My dad is having this insane fascination with milk. Our refrigerator is filled with half a dozen boxes of milk and yogurt drink. And mind you, i am NOT talking about the tiny 250ml boxes, rather, im referring to the damn 1litre boxes. What the hell man. I just don't understand. It's like, one day, after he came back from his quarterly medical check up, he went berserk. Like, hours after hours of incessant ramblings on how important it is to have milk in us. Pffrrttt . Bly me. Anyways, my sis is sitting for an exam soon. Hehe . A marathon of papers, hours after hours of brain crunching questions, semi-paralysed fingers and oil laden face. Those were the days. Nonetheless, its a phase we inevitably have to put up with...no worries k. Just do your best, study as much as you can and watch plenty of tv ....

We really didn't take much pictures at all eh. Why? Oh why?

Ok , pictures first, words...later. Yay !~ It finally happened! We met up for Raya . Huurah . I had one helluva time, and trust me, thats a rare thing these days. Bleargh . The mundanity of work is creeping in, but thats a tale for a different time ;) WOah , after the pictures came up, I'm suddenly left tongue-tied. Ha! Nevermind lah hor , lets just say I had fun, except for the torturous tease i had to put up with. Pui . AND also, the fact that, there was this girl who made everyone wear green and then she turned up with a everything un -green except for her pair of shoes. Yah . And also, theres this niggling voice in my head telling me NOT to go for that Halloween Night Safari thingie . Pffrrttt . Anyhooos , we are meeting again soon aye. Till then, keep the emails coming in. Heheheh . Cheerios.

My commitment to bring my post count to 300 starts now! Its been a long time since i last found time, effort, energy and some degree of sanity to sit and type my thoughts out. Boy oh boy, i'm just glad to be back. Hehe . I don't even know where to start, really... Ok , my memory of everything current and exciting has been blurred by sheer exhaustion. I'm bloody tired. Since the beginning if this week, my eyes have been screaming at me for some mercy. Seriously man, (yes they are all men) , just hang in there mate. I swear when we reach the end of the term, we'll sleep the never-ending sleep, k? Right, lets talk about pimping. A word I was never really familiar with, apart from occasionally encountering it on MTV in moments of boredom-inspired channel surfing. That ( un ) fateful day, evening rather, I was driven to a point beyond mortification. Thank god for the dimly lit surrounding, had it been well-lit, I would have dug a bunker under the plenum just so I could esc...

Indeed, my day started off great. I was initially enveloped by an ominous air of guilt, as i carefully trot into my workspace. It was all, uncalled for. Heh. Paranoid me, always misleading my conscience. Oh well, work is getting pretty hazy as the exams loom. I'm starting to snap into anxiety-attack mode as I begin thinking of consequences, what-ifs, how-to, oh dears and whatever else that pops up at times like these. Nevertheless, I like what I'm doing or not doing right now, so let it be. I'm still clueless though. What am I to get for those kids? It has to be something useful, small so it'll be easy to lug all 80 of it, unisex in nature so I won't have to customise it to the respective genders. Notice, how I've abandoned 'cheap' in the criteria. Bleah, reasonable would suffice. Haggle-able would me much greatly appreciated for I'm nothing but a mere novice in this game they play.

I have been contemplating updating my blog like weeks ago. But it came to no more than a mere thought. The fasting is taking a toll on me. I'm lazier than the laziest ass in this realm and I have no intention of getting any less lazy. Bleargh! Anyways... I must say that I have friends who can give good entertaining lap dances. *grinsss* So if you have any liking for a lap-dancer, do holler. I can make some arrangements. I know, its a bit late, but heres a MIGHTY HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY SUNSHINES!!! You guys light my fire. Hahah, in a good way. I had like the greatest laugh that Friday! I'm just really glad to be able to have a blast (yet again!) with the entire clan of 'slackers'. WHat made it cooler was, it was the August babies' celebratory meet up! Kumar shined didn't erm...she...he? Because of him, i'm gonna avoid having any oral contact with 'Kuih Tarts'. *grimaces* Damn, I swear i had more to talk about! I'm not giving in this time, You bloody ...

I have lost my mojo. My sister said I was funnier. I think work has killed my humour. But, its good that I came to realise that sooner rather than later aye. I'm working on keeping my humour and rigidness compartmentalised so i could easily switch from one to another. :) I love MEN's Olympic volleyball matches. Grrrrr. Oh Mateo Martino, you hot hawt HAWT specimen of nature. You keep my search of that prospective accomplice that could grant me my FOUR month hope, alive. I heart thee. *wink* *wink*... I miss bitching soooo much, I could die!

Yes, a national day celebration from the other side of the fence. It was different. Very much different from the last time I celebrated it in school. I was greeted by a sea of utter redness. It was breathtaking. Exhilarating. I think I'm getting comfortable with this new phase all too easily. So comfortable that it shakes the very fundamental of my initial plan. I wanted to merely sit, watch and leave silently when the time comes. Instead... I've got myself sitting, tapping my feet, contemplating and not wanting to leave. Damn it. Anyways, the koreans finally took flight. They left yesterday, and I got a lip balm and a cute note. Totally took me by surprise. Of course, I had to return her favour and got her some cute-ish ensemble of stationeries in order to placate my conscience. I was touched! Haiz. My first gift. hehhe. By the way, I'm keeping a mental record of the number of guys who cried in my presence. :) Today, the second name was added. Just for the record, I had no...

A milestone in my working life. I made someone cry at work. No no, its not any of my colleagues. :) What the hell right? I never thought I would ever live to see the day I make someone cry without even needing to lift a tiny finger. Wow. The power of words and a vicious stare. I felt terrible after that. I vaguely remember how such fleeting thoughts used leave me feeling empowered and mighty. A temporary solace for the once faint-hearted me. Now, when it actually takes form, my weak conscience tremble in its blow. I too wanted to cry. Yeah. I've never scolded so many kids so viciously before this. I'm actually beginning to like it. THATS the freaky portion. I think i might be turning into a monster. -_- Anyone care to join me?

First, it was the korean invasion. Come Friday, I'll have the Haka performance by some Maori descendents to look forward to. Muahahahhaha. Things can sometimes turn out pretty well. *Gasp*

Muy tranquilo

I'm working now. What the hell right. I'm not saying where or as what, coz if you know me well enough, you would have already known all those. Ha! By the way, I really miss those days of wanton swearing and cursing. When I could actually punctuate my sentences with a good Fuck. Coz some things around just need a good fucking nudge to let loose some constricted nerves. Bleargh. I like the fact that I get to go home early. :) I intend to keep things that way. However, I kinda feel the escalation in responsibilities and worries, as the days start trotting by. As I've perpetually exclaimed, it's getting more intense... I hope I'll be around to see the end of this. Baxia! Don't be such a loser can?

Creative Zen, its an experience thats anything but Zen! I'm holding my third piece of Creative Zen Mp4 player. Third fucker in less than a week. Can you bloody imagine the trouble I've had ever since getting that silly sucker of a player as a gift. Today, I was an inch closer to abandoning that sucker of a player. I wanted to very gentle position it in the middle of the bus bay so some bus driver could very accidentally run it over. I wonder who this absolutely creative genius behind the oh so Zen- ness of Creative players. Rot in hell! I have this niggling feeling that today's visit to Challenger wasn't the last of it... Technology's a bitch. Moving on to something that got me taking a step closer to bliss now aye... The divine Cheongsam . I deliberately took a picture of the price tag, that still hasn't been removed. If i had things my way, I'd enlarge that price tag and frame it! My biggest bargain thus far. My last visit to the dentist left me with a ...

( Sri Senpaga Vinayagar Temple- Katong ) Look at the ungodly hour. It amazes me how the sudden need to blog most often manifests itself at the most insane moments. Its been a while since i last allow the therapeutic effects of my incessant typing take lead. I'm running out of ideas to soothe my not so calm senses right now. I mean, it looks pretty placid on the surface, but I bloody well know its nothing but calm. The sudden jolts of sheer, inexplicable anxieties, followed closely by a burst of solemn solitude. Thereafter, its all dominated by the droning of massive uncertainty, sometimes nonchalance, other times ignorance. My very own defense mechanism. Another ambiguous entry. *smiles* Just for the record, I finally managed to get myself my very own My Girl dvd . Muahahahah ! With english subtitles as well as chinese and malay too. I've been let down far too much i tell ya. The video stores I've been to prior to this have been painfully disappointing, needless to sa...

(Bali- Taman Ayun)....I think... I met up with Lady Ryce today. It felt sooooo good i tell ya. It was like, finally a part of me is set free. Not all though, coz the rest of the gerls weren't there. It was really a spontaneous meet up. Like, i feel like meeting up and she read my mine, and tadaaa we met up. A tiny bit of inner suffocation dissolved. Damn, i initially i had a whole lotta crap to talk about, they disappeared as soon as i got my pictures up. Fuck. Will be back. To my working pals, you know who you are...hang in there mates! Don't you let those arses around you get you down k. You are tougher than that! Come on yo! Do the slackers proud. :)

Here's a lil something to tempt the flip-flop lover in you. I went berserk, many times over.

Well, I was blog hopping and got this from Adeline's page. I know, I should be doing a lot more updating than bloghopping. Fret not, all in good time. For now, here's what I got... Dreamy Idealist (DI) (Just visiting? Take the free test and determine your personality type!) Dreamy Idealists are very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. They share their rich emotional life and their passionate convictions with very few people. But one would be very much mistaken to judge them to be cool and reserved. They have a pronounced inner system of values and clear, honourable principles for which they are willing to sacrifice a great deal. Joan of Arc or Sir Galahad would have been good examples of this personality type. Dreamy Idealists are always at great pains to improve the world. They can be very considerate towards others and do a lot to support them and stand up for them. They are interested in their fellow beings, attentive and generous towards them. O...

Viva Espanyol! Muahahahhaaha. I have some things i need to get out of my system, especially after having stayed up for the finals. You know, the Germans are fucking ugly! Yup, thats all. I shall now snap back into my spontaneous period of soulful hiatus. I need some time to nudge my life into a clearer perspective. Toodles schdoo.

First and foremost, I neeeeed to wish Jiahui A mighty belated birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!!!! I'm so sorry i couldn't reach you on 7 th June coz i'm without my handphone and stuck in some rural part of Indonesia . All this a result of my quest for a permaculturally inspired experience. Anyways, we will meet at the end of June when everyone's back in Singapore k! Till then, take care you guys and....I MISS you people man! I kinda miss school too. Haiz ... Pekanbaru is where I've been since last friday . Its a town in Sumatra and its ok lah . A little behind Singapore in many ways but its pretty easy and slow. At times, it can get quite suffocating seeing so many tiny motorbikes whizzing by. Pfffrrt . Good thing is, I won't be here for long. On the morrow, we'll set off to Bali! Yay ! It leaves me feeling a tad excited and at the same time, a tad nervous too. You see, I was thrown the task of finding a hotel there. Room reservations done over the p...

The red army did a march past today, as predicted. A march past probably lasting an entire week. 7 days of relentless pain and mayhem over in the south. *sighs* I went for manifestasi . It was good. I had fun. I think it was worth the 5 bucks it cost. There were so many people. So many malay kids. I was among them. It felt awfully weird, but i was wired to enjoy the show, and darn proud to say, I did. Heh , it brought back experiences etched in my memory, six years ago. When I was part of all that. Strangely, its a pleasant memory. Thats good. Manifestasi 2008 looked cheap but it was a great spectacle of talents. Nice going. Right. As promised, I shall now run through my Birthday wish list. Coz the last time i brushed this suggestion away, I got one heck of a surprise for my birthday. Bloody hell. It shall not happen again, right ADELINE? :p I have so kindly included a list of things which should be frowned upon as birthday gifts. tsk tsk . How nice of me! Here we go, let shameles...

Bob the Builder (Can we fix it?) Bob the Builder (Yes we can) I'm done! Muahahhahaha. Is that the sound of the sweetest escape ever? Haiz. I hate it when my mum goes..."Ah?" Gosh, it really irks me.