Haha. Livejournal? Oh, I just set that aside, because my heart will always belong to my beloved Quotient Rule. Muahaha. Muacks. Muacks. Ty. Tyvm.

Anyway, French Gay was a trial run. I loved every single minute of French Gay, and Quotient Rule is still my baby.

I still have my Digital Essentials calendar to finish, because, HECK LERR, I don’t know what the hell I should theme my other 8 months. ARGH. *screams*

Today, was a stressful day in Cartel. But there were a LOT of pretty ladies. Too bad I’m not straight; otherwise, I’d be drooling my tongue off. I know AhBa was. NYEH.

Anyway, I feel like procrastinating, so I’mma type out a guide.

GUIDE TO FINDING THE BEST BUS SEATS

Basically, we all ride buses. Singapore buses. We know some seats suck, while other seats are pleasant smooth-sailing rockin. Let me now tell you the seats that rock.

THE BEST SEATS

THE LEFT SIDE
If you’re lost and taking a bus for the first time, or feel just curious… sit on the left side; so when the bus stops at every — well… stop — you can take a quick glance at the buses on the sign. Yay. Well, fuck, I do that. You should too. It could mean the difference between being 1 hour late for work. Trust me.

NEAR THE EXIT
Hey, who wouldn’t like to alight quick and easy? It’s no wonder people like to hog seats around this area. I know I do.

THE SECOND FLOOR
Upstairs!!! There’s bound to be a seat upstairs; just take a deep breath, and climb up. And search. If there’s none, well, at least there’s a few poles you can hand onto. Or you might want to go back down… or just wait for someone to alight so you can take their seats.

THE “OUTSIDE” SEAT
This is a so-so positive seat. I mean, if there’s sun, it’s more likely the person in the inside seat will get burned. But, BE COURTEOUS, scoot inside and make space for another Singaporean butt to rest itself on the seat.

THE WORST SEATS

THE BACK OF THE BUS
Unless you have 4 other friends, the back seats aren’t very cozy. Really. And people have to struggle their way to the middle seat and get off. Not to mention the view of vandalisms; gross, la? I heard that’s the dirty old men’s haunt for masturbation and cumming.

BEHIND THE BUS DRIVER/THE FRONT
Yes. Dreaded place. Not only is your view the back of the bus driver, which is like 95% of your view, you can only turn 1 direction: the window. And it hurts your neck if you wish to stare out there. Doesn’t it? Oh well. Be happy that the best driver is your company: go ahead and talk in Hokkien to him; he’ll scream back in Cantonese!

SBS double-deckers: THE FIRST FLOOR (back)
The seats are placed so people sit across each other. Your view is… basically, commuters. At least you get to stare at their fugly Crocs or something. Plus, the seats are like how big? Have fun squeezing. Roflmao. Otherwise, JUST GO UPSTAIRS! Gosh.

SMRT seats: THE OTHER-WAY SEATS
You know SMRT has those seats which face the other way? Behind the “behind-the-driver” seats. Get it? Well, yeah. One of the worst possible seats the bus ever has. You’re practically facing — the rest of the bus. That’s 30 pairs of eyes in your direction. Watching your every move. No legspace. Want my advice? Stare out the window or close your eyes. The intimidation is too intense; even in a public place. Helps if you’re a sexy lil thang with big fat boobs; 30 pairs of eyes would LOVE to feast on eye-candy. Especially the dirty old men in the backseats.

Lol.

The end. Now to start my calendars and concentrate and stop dilly dallying.

“I could still vaguely remember my first love… i was 17… i was straight but confused…

i knew this guy during the first day of my life in JC… we were waiting for the assembly to commence… he was standing at one corner and i was like at the other corner… we begun to stare at one another… the moment i caught my eye on him likewise… him too… it was like love at first sight… his big eyes sparkled… he was gorgeous though short for his height… he smiled at me… a charming and a charismatic one… but i didn’t smile back… kinda shy though… my heart was like thinking… hmm… i will see him everyday at least for two years… no rush…

hahax… while we were at the assembly… i lost him… i was looking around… kinda desperate… my heart pounding…. racing… thought i’ll never see him again… sigh…

i went to my allocative class… found a sit and sat there pondering… outta the sudden, there was a tap on my shoulder… i looked up…

“can i sit next to you?”… i was utterly shocked it was him…

” Hi… my name is Andrew…” i smiled… i was actually smiling inside…

Days past… we became best friend… we would stick to each other… everywhere we go… talk abt everything under the sun… fought around… laughed abt… disturbed our classmates… to everyone, we were inseperable like buddy… but then again… he has a gf so was i…

so nobody ever gossip that we were behaving like gays… months past… my feelings started to grow for him… i would think of him day and night… helped him with his homework… cared for him… listened attentively to every word he said… so did him… sometimes we would just stared at each other and never said anything… gazing into one another like we were lovers… sort of… soon the exam was drewing near…

one fine day… he asked me to go to his house to help him with his homework… i agreed without hesistation… soon we were in his room… i was teaching him mathematics… outta the sudden he stared at me… i looked back… unexpectedly he just confessed to me he had a strong feeling for me… he didn’t know why… he felt attracted to me… likewise i confessed to him abt my feelings as well…

finally, we opened our hearts to one another… the day finally came… i was overjoyed… my heart was racing… my mind went blank after my sudden confession… without much hesistation… slowly we just leaned towards one another… and we kissed… it was my first kiss with a guy and it was awesome… in the end, we made love… something like i never felt before… though we didn’t really know wad to do to one another initially… but soon it just came naturally… after that, i left his place… i thought to myself i think i’m in love…

eventually we broke up with our gfs… had wad we called a private affair… a relationship that we cherished and shared… we truly loved each other deeply… and this continued till my second year in JC… nobody suspected anything… we were discreet..

soon… an unfortunate thing happened… he had to drop out of school cos his result was very bad and was expelled… i was devastated… to my horror, another unfortunate thing happened… his family wanna send him to Australia for further study…. i was torned aparted… on the day at the airport to send him off… we went to the gents… hided in one of the cubicles… we hugged and cried… i didn’t really wanna see him go… he didnt wanna leave me either… but we had no choice… we had our last kiss… the last words from him were ” I have never regret knowing you… confessing to you… it was the best time of my life… and you know something, i truly honestly love you”… i was touched…

eventually… he left…. days past… months past… years past… we lost touch… i couldn’t find him anymore… he just disappeared… i cried most of the time… thinking of him… reminiscing the past… the time we had spent together… it was just great… but he was gone… till now, i never see him again… nobody not even my ex-classmates know where he is now… all i wanna say is… it was my first love… the one i will always remember deep in my heart… though i’ll never see him again… i hope, in my heart, that he remembers me too…
“

Alo alo alo.

So exciting. Alexandra Hospital is moving to Yishun! HOORAH. It will be opposite the Yishun Swimming Complex with regard to the MRT track. Lol. Can’t believe the hospital will be an easy 5 minute walk for me. La la la.

Stranger: Where do you live?
Me: I live 5 minutes from Alexandra Hospital.

LMAO.

And it’s so intimidating that ALEXANDRA is coming to Yishun. No re-naming or anything, WHICH IS FINE, because Alexandra is such a sexual name, darn right it is.

INNYWAYS.

Digital Essentials was fun and all… inDesign is actually quite easy, but I still hate it. Because I can.

Yay. And I saw SHANNON again. I find her speech really cool and I want to have her voice. =)

Natashia and Mark Cheong kept saying, “Designers, you have 28 minutes left.” in a gameshow/MRT-lady voice. Quite annoying, yet amusing. Love sitting near them. ‘Cause Wai Sun sits far away.

Not forgetting my diet today….

I had.
1 Chicken Lasagna (I told Wai Sun and Jerlyn that I was craving for this like mad.)
Bread + butter
Some Eastside Brownie
A Shrooms Burger meal

Not a bad food combination for today. Keepin it real.

Yi Ling, Jayne, Josie Fong, Standley, I, Sherry, Ferooze… all came to Cartel to “eat bread”. Lol.

Josie left early and…

HEY HEY. Standley is a n00b. YiLing, Jayne, Sherry, Ferooze and I all work(ed) at Cartel. All 5 of us. And the weird thing is, Sze Ling doesn’t remember Ferooze. Whoa. Urm. Ooookay?

Yes. People come and go like rain in Cartel. Sigh. Disappointing.

Lol. I love my colleagues. The noob ones. The host was HOT. (And asked me whether I was Chinese. Like duh.) And the guy who refilled our water is so obedient. Standley is a bitch. Jayne and I hate him since he’s a demanding customer.

Chrystabelle is from Apparel Design & Merchandise. Jaws drop, jaws drop. Who knew she was from ADM? Company was saying how they never saw her in school ever before.

Which is weird, because I saw her twice already in school. Lololol.

I belanja-ed Eastside Brownie for everyone. Yay hooray. Glory, good God.

I belong to me.

Sometimes, when I hold Standley’s hand, like today, I don’t feel a connection at all. Probably because he broke it off too soon. Beeyotch. Unlike the lesbian couple (Jayne’s best friend), and Oh my God, the butch looked like a boy. I was so convinced … the butch was such eyecandy. =)))

Makes me want to be a lesbian. Lawl.

I like to gay in public, because I’m a huge fan of PublicDisplayofAffection. Like those two lesbians. SO SWEET. But the other party, who is Standley, is so reluctant.

Sigh.

Sometimes, I wish I had a gay boyfriend.

*sadface*

Oh yes. Was swimming at Yishun Swimming Complex today. Loved my breaststroke. I can even overtake the noob frontcrawl-ers. I’m so action.

No la, I’m just (friendly) competitive.

Not a lot of hot guys today.
But 50% of the swimmers in the competition pool were Indians.

I was probably the only one with a drop of Malay blood in my body swimming today. Sigh sigh.

2 hours. 20 to 30 laps. Neck cramped. Swallowed loads of pool water. But my goggles finally broke in and was comfortable to wear, and best of all, not much water came in. I didn’t know I had to break my goggles in first.

It’s the same thing with ice skates. First time use = no good. Second time and subsequently, it rocks.

Class outing tomorrow. Gon’ be fun fun fun.

Hello.

Azrul said LiveJournal LiveJournal, so I got a LiveJournal.

Try finding it amongst these crapola Xs:

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X

This doesn’t mean it’s the end of Quotient Rule.
It’s just the beginning of French Gay.

I visited Friendster today. “People” have more birthday testimonials than me. I automatically get jealous. It’s not because of the amount of the testimonials, it’s not the meaning, it’s just that…

I only have one birthday testimonial.

Ok fine. I’m being unreasonable. But people don’t know the feeling of being disliked by everyone you know.

Disliked until you’re longing for that ’special someone’ to drop onto your empty plate.

Ok.

From now on, I’m putting an end for my soulmate-seeking.
No more gay things.
No more looking at them hotties.
No more ogling.

Please slap my face hard-hard if I mention how delicious a guy is.

I’m pressing pause over my search over my search over my search over and over and over.

NO MORE.
NO MORE TALKING ABOUT THEM.
NO MORE EYECANDY.
NO MORE.

I’m so sick of seeking.
I know that I’m hopeless, why do I bother.
I’m expecting to stay single for a long long time to come.

Because I’m a gay.

PS: I’m loving Nelly Furtado’s Say It Right. It’s the most perfect song she’s ever made.

Whee. My blog is so popular, I can’t stand the popularity my blog is getting, so I’m jealous that way. How can a web diary be more popular than me? It’s an outrage I say; an outrage.

Today — work.

Popped in a fresh pair of contacts. I’m running out of contact lenses already, shiatness.

5 to 10, as Order Taker cum Server 2. I can say it went rather smoothly. I took orders like whoosh and refilled glasses like whoosh.

Except for one table, which ordered like twelve different things, using 2 sheets of orders… and didn’t have to pay a single cent!

Why?

The company pay behalf of them. Just because they also work at Cartel. Not fair la. I also want to experience the GOooohhhH-GEOUSness of Cartel delicacies. I am addicted to Cartel food, I swear, I am so hooked on Eastside Brownie and Chicken Lasagna.

*Grins*

I have such a sweet-tooth.
I’m missing Jupiter Cafe’s icecream so much.

And guess who came to Cartel today?

Mmanda Soon’s darling SHALYN NG.
And…
DOMINIC JOAQUIM. His Trevvy says he’s bisexual, and yet, he’s always with his boyfriend, who was also there.

Envy, envy.

Then he and his boyfriend hugged at the Cartel entrance, saying their goodbyes. Erm, HOI. I’m just a typical Singaporean, can? I will kepo at any chance that can be ‘kepo’-ed.

I’m loving my supervisors ~~~ whee.

I think I might be unattractive. Bla but..

How can you hate this face?

Someone told me that my blog is like, so (in)famous for a year-one. I had no clue that my blog is so hot! So, basically, people are scared of me because of my blog. That is so so so so disappointing. Quotient Rule is the root of all problems. Screams.

I don’t know what to type now.

Because everything that I type…

Will be seen by uninvited eyes.

See. Now I really don’t know what to type.

Because I’ll hurt people with my words.

So, this will be all I have to say:

I love you, because I am attracted to you. The first time I saw you, I’d knew we’d be together. I fantasized about us. I could see us holding hands, cuddling in the bus, making out in a phonebooth, and spending just so much time together.

I don’t get why you’re not with me. We would be together, the fortune cookie told me! I’m not going to lie, I was hesitant too, but you just made it harder.

Haha, I really got no clue.

Because I feel everyone that I know is reading this.

My lecturers, my colleagues, my peers, people I don’t know, people who don’t know me. A policeman, a nurse, a student, a teacher, a husband, a father, a fan, a hater, a mother, a wife, a doctor, an intern, a postman, an AhBeng, an AhLian etc etc etc I could go on my I’m living in fear as I’m typing this.

Why is my stomach so bouncy? Geez.

All I want now is to find love.
You can’t hurry love, no, you just have to wait.

I wish girls would stop hitting on me. I’m no longer bisexual, don’t you know. I’m not bisexual. I’m not. I’m not, I’m not, I’m not.

Imagine if I had a tag-board, what lame-ass comments would appear. Thank God I changed it to Blogger’s comment system. Which is such a damn good filter.

I got nothing else to blog about except love.

And why are the gay guys so discreet.
It’s so annoying.
I don’t like it at all.
Screams but my scream is dissolved in time and space.

Sob sob sobby sob.

HOI. I’m *NOT* Emo hor.

I’m just an asshole that everyone loves to hate.

Like Paris Hilton.

I guess I have no friends.

Oh well.

I’m at a loss for words, but that’s a lie.

Saturday, well… worked morning shift, which was pretty fine, but I hate Cartel for cutting down staff hours so drastically.

Ended at 3 with Perlin Tay, (yay, Perlin rocks, can) and I waited for her to eat, and Mavis came by, for dunno what reason.

I’m kind of sad reading Sirvin’s and Jerlyn’s blogs, saying that they want to quit and stuff. Aww. But they’re two of my favourite colleagues ever please. I’d totally cut my wrist if they quit.

Anyway, passed by Tampines MRT again and saw the beatboxers AGAIN! Geez.

After that, went to Ang Mo Kio’s Banquet (foodcourt) to celebrate my parents’ engagement. Yawns.

SUNDAY… went to Satay Club to celebrate Stepy’s birthday. The food is totally gross gross gross.
Why? Because it wasn’t Western.
Or fast food.
Or Cartel.
That’s why.

Now, I have one week of Digital Essentials left to do my calendar. I don’t know how I’m going to magically finish 6. I haven’t even done 1. Time to get serious na. And we’re supposed to print out a mock-up? Oh my gosh, I’m not a ProductIndustrialDesign student or whatever, I don’t know how.

ARGH.

I’mma support Jared at TalentQuest, because I think he really sings damn amazing. I bet he sung the fucking overplayed, “…’cause there’s somethin’ in the way you look at me” *pukes slugs*

Oh, and supporting Pepper and John also, ja ja ja.

Humph.

Today, reached school for Digital Essentials consultation and to hand in my Culture and Expression which I didn’t really do.

POWER TO LAST MINUTE WORK + SHIRLEY CHENG (who rocks Design school).

I managed to complete everything, whoopee please. So much effort whoa.

Met Elenda before and after consultation at the busstop again and again and again. Finally Jayne, Cherine and Yi Ling got to see Elenda Quek. Whoopee.

[Wa. I'm trying to be comic-al, can.]

So, Jayne, Cherine and I took Bus 23 / 139 / 174 to Orchard MRT, where we met DENISE LIM!

And we wanted to surprise Standley at Swensen’s because it was his birthday and all, celebrating it with his classmates, (HOI FITRAH! Standley totally copied your birthday please. Friday night some more.) but he was all embarrassed or something, and asked us to leave immediately.

Claudia was cute. She called out my name LOUD LOUD, then turned back quickly. Huh. Stop talking about me la, people. I’m just a gay. Is it berry berry interesting? Diaos!

Hmm. I don’t blame him for chasing us out. I mean, we were uninvited after all, though it would have been nice to spend a bit more time and mingle with his classmates and whatnot.

Here I go again… waves of self-pity crashed upon me la. I mean, my birthday was very low key, unlike Fitrah’s, Azizah’s or Standley’s.

I wanted candles to blow out.
I wanted someone to sing me a birthday song with unimpressive vocals.
I wanted it to be cliche to the max.

I guess no one likes me.

Which is so the opposite of Standley, because I really wanted to wish him a happy birthday, but was sworn to secrecy by Jayne to basically shut up and shhhhh! I love surprises, and I love to surprise.

Oh well. Denise Lim rocked. She’s the bomb. I love her a lot. Grins. For planning birthday things, she’s the man. Oh, you know what I’m talking about. ^^

Pretty lights. Heavenly ~

Since Cherine, Jayne, Yi Ling and I were kicked out of Swensens, we just went to the Food Court and ate.

Not before we went to Art Friend. Nothing exciting. Just this Filipino-wannabe-American-speaking-bitch was like, “I’M GETTING MARRIED AND IS ANYONE GOING TO HELP ME CHOOSE MY PAPER?”

Geez, bitch, a woman helped you just now, and you don’t consider that ‘help’?

Her fiance got no taste, man.

I was ogling at guys from all directions. Argh, I’m such a horny horny boi.

Cherine’s Lynn darling was there, oh goodness.

Yes, I tried so hard to be a polite gentleman and wait for Cherine and Lynn to buy food and waited for both of them to eat before I ate mine.

Yes, yes, yes. I’m a guy that way. Must assert my manliness. Lmao.
The food was good, the company was great, even though I was hearing impaired in 1 ear. (Who ask me go swimming till the water block my ear so deep.)

-random moment-
Yi Ling: Too bad you are shorter than me.
Me: (laughs boisterously)

Later, Yi Ling and Cherine went off, and I accompanied Jayne till 11. We ate at Cartel… the dreaded Eastside Brownie. She warned about the jelak-ness but whatever, I didn’t really feel that jelak at all.

Lesbian and gay eating together. How romantic.

Her supervisor, Anny Kok, is so adorable. Lmao. And so are her colleagues. Well done! And even gave us two pairs of cutlery. Well done x2.

Then I went home, while Jayne’s butch went to pick her up. Wa, damn rock, sial. And they both went to a hotel, holding hands, smoking and I rolled my eyes as I went to take a train home.

I love beautiful festive outdoor decorations.

Can you see that boy over there? Ahh, youth is wasted on the young.

Passed by a bar at Wisma Atria, and there was a live performance, and I go interrupt it with my flash camera. Lmao, the customers were so pissed with me. Ahahaha. Didn’t mean to be a whore.

This ho-slut was outside Orchard MRT, so I took a picture of her, because she’s hot and I want to bang her till I cum in her pussy.

*cough*

Oops. Oh wait. I’m supposed to be gay now, right? Lol. Sometimes, testosterone gets the better of me.

Sigh. Today my house no electricity from 8.30 AM to 5 PM, because they were installing new meters. Gah shat.

So, I went IMPULSE SHOPPING. Hooray!

Firstly, I bought swimming trunks, $12.90. Goggles, $24++. KA-CHING!

Then down to Guardian to buy Men’s Lip Balm, $4++, (Yes, lipbalm, can you believe it. I’m turning into a metrosexual.) then T-Zone Spot Zapper thing, $10++. KA-CHING.

Now my bank only has $161 ~~

[DISCLAIMER: THIS PART OF THE BLOG POST IS ABOUT BUS SERVICES]

So I had PLENTY of time to kill, so, I took the first random bus from my normal busstop. I took Lucky Service No. 853 (to Geylang Lor 1)

Yup, passed by Khatib MRT, Yio Chu Kang MRT, Ang Mo Kio MRT…

Then I got the shock of my life as SERANGOON MRT came next, followed by Potong Pasir. Cool. North East Line.

Then back to Bendemeer. Lame. Bus 857 (to Suntec) can arrive at Bendemeer faster la.

Then at the “terminal” I checked the buses and I saw 31. THANK GOD. It goes to Tampines. It went the Mountbatten way, but didn’t go to Cartel Siglap. Sobs. BUT I FORGOT THAT IT PASSES BY THE ITE.

Omgosh. Dumbdumb. It started raining.

Then this young teenage couple in front of me… you know. The cliche couple. Tanned slim Chinese guy and his bimbotic act-play-hard-to-get girlfriend. He’s so touchy but the girlfriend act pouty and stare out the window. Like a bitch. Eeeeyer. I almost wanted to confront the poor guy and say: “You stead me, better.”

LOL.

Girls can be such bimbos sometimes. (I emphasize, “SOMETIMES.”)

Then Tampines, go Cartel write down my schedule, then take Bus 65 to kill time.

BENDEMEER AGAIN. Omg I’m so sick of Bendemeer now. Bus 23, 65, 853, 857 all can go there la. Bendemeer is too visited already.

Stopped at Orchard, and took 167, which heads to Sembawang, instead of terminating at Harbourfront and taking 855 to Yishun.

[/END POST ABOUT BUS SERVICES]

Then after that, went swimming!
It was a 1-minute walk to Yishun Swimming Complex.

HEY. You can’t blame me for living next-door to the swimming pool, can you.

Gosh, I was so self-conscious about my butt.

GOT CELLULITE LEH. I’m so unlucky. How can I, a thin guy, have cellulite, when all these chubby fat asses don’t even have a trace of cellulite on their fat bums. Eee. I tried to cover up lo.

I dunno I swam how many laps la. So tiring. AND ONLY BREASTSTROKE. Goodness. I kept stopping halfway at the 1.8 m because water kept going into my $24++ goggles.

I stared at the guys. Most older than me. Not very attractive bunch of uncles. And the children kept interrupting me la. I hate that they are having SWIMMING LESSONS and always bumping into me.

I didn’t see a lot of women though. Oh well.

And all the other teenage guys were just foolish around in small groups, not really swimming per se.

I was the only teenage guy who was swimming, like duh.

Then I kept on falling to the ground (yup, I FELL TO MY KNEES, gawd) on my way out of the swimming complex because I spend 2 and a half hours in water, and gravity was too strong.

Lol. I almost fell on the road, but thankfully, I fell on the sidewalk. Yay.

Gosh. I don’t know why the hell I’m celebrating myself falling on a sidewalk, but urm, ok, if it makes you happy, then sure.

I stopped after 2 and a half hours to catch Fiona XieXie and Carol Cheong on Coffee Talk & Hawker Wok please. LOVES IT, though I have to admit, Carol seems like a very boring-assed person, when she speaks, I fall asleep, plus her beauty is only so-so. Does she have charisma? Puh-leaze. The turtle soup got more charisma la.

[Oh. If only I had a boyfriend to have spent my day with, it would have been twice the fun, and some.]