Yay! Today I missed the 969 bus at my “2 stops away from my usual bus stop”. Instead, I briskwalked FURTHER to the “3 stops away from my usual bus stop”, which is at CHONG PANG, which is almost at Sembawang area.

Can die, right? I know, I know.

I arrived at school SO DAMN early with good reason too, so I went to have breakfast, this time, trying Western’s pancakes.

2 HUGE pancakes (bigger and crispier than Cartel’s) with a cup of maple syrup and some (sour) butter.

Which is only $1.
One fucking dollar.

To anyone who comes early for school: Can you all eat pancakes with me before class starts? Lol.

Marketing started, but Wen Hao and Naziehah were nowhere to be seen. GREAAT.

I actually don’t know why my group was so hooked on T-shirt design yesterday. Like Allan said, it’s just CONCEPT, not making anything in particular. CONCEPT!! CONCEPT CONCEPT CONCEPT !!!

Today we had to do introductions. Urm.. ya. On the third day, I know, right? So, I began to intro myself…

I openly stated I was retaking Marketing. Class was silent. Everyone listened.

Why did I fail Marketing the first time?

I had no choice but to tell the truth: “My group sabotaged me (behind my back, even!)”

Allan responds that he’s not going to fail anyone, (HALLELUJAH; I’m not going to get kicked out of school! Wahahaha.) unless they never attend class or never do work.

Which is SOOOOO not me, because I’m *ALWAYS* punctual and I even did research on ShirtPrinting. I will survive!

Allan says he likes me!! ^^

Ya, who wouldn’t like this beautiful face? [Yellow teeth! Hide face, hide face!]

Allan says it takes guts to tell people that I’ve failed Marketing. ^^
Allan says that I am an asset to my team!! ^^

Allan asked who taught Cherine and me Marketing.

“George..!!” I say, with my jaws clenched, trembling furiously with utmost disdain.

Cherine and Marina also confessed their hearts out. I have no problems with what the other classmates think of us, but I think we might have scared them that Marketing *IS* indeed a failable module… oh well.

Ahh, I feel clean now.

Haha. I also called one of my ex-group members a bitch in front of the whole class. HEHEHEHEHE. Forget her. I have a new group now. Concentrate, Ed, concentrate.

We’re getting to know Marina Chaw better, and she also read my blog before, the latest post being the “Zhi Wen” ‘it’s fated’ post. Long long time ago, darling.

During group discussion, I was spying on the other groups and they were speaking so little (unless you include the Year2 ADMs).

Our group was bursting full of ideas!!! Especially me. You cannot kill my passion. Failure only made me stronger, and I’m not going to hold back, this time, you can count on it.

(Elvin Ng wear Nike. Inside joke.

Speaking of, I wanna watch Happily Ever After, 9 PM Channel 8, 6 Feb, might miss a few episodes because of work?)

Also went to Watsons to try & buy a new acne stick? Ya, my acne is so fucked up these days, grr. I’m like a metrosexual with pimples, so ironic.

Today I woke up at 6 AM, to catch a bus EARLIER to prepare myself for the usual 10-minute jam at TPE. I wanted to draw money first, so I went to a POSB machine to get $20, wa, thank God there was money in my back, otherwise I would be screwed.

So, I took 969 TWO BUS-STOPS away from my usual busstop. Yes, the POSB machine is *THAT* far. Thank goodness I found a seat, a rare case.

I wanted to lip-sync to my MP4, like I usually do, but my breath stunk, and I didn’t want to gross out the Indian girl sitting beside me.

School… it was around 8.30 AM so I had a quick breakfast from Western. I didn’t know Cherine came just as early; otherwise I would have invited her. GAH. It’s OK, more food for me. Good portions. And only $1.20!!! People should really eat Western’s breakfast, I really recommend.

Marketing went fine. I’m just doing revision after 7 months. Grr. So I pretty much have a group consisting of 5 out of 6 VSC people. Cherine, Wen Hao, Naziehah, me and… MARINA. Tay Chun Yong got thrown into Wan Ting’s group.

I feel so guilty, because I know the feeling all too well when I was chucked into Adeline’s group. Grr. I knew it was a mistake from that day onwards…

I’m getting to know Marina and Wen Hao better !! ^^

There are also a good handful of cute boys. Like that ADM second-year… Ronald. I’ve seen him around school, and I’ve always thought he was kind of model-material.

We went for a break, and Wen Hao was the only one who actually ate anything.

On the way back, we all bumped into Cherine’s friend, Lim Jian.

Cherine had this dunnowhat-type of nudging type of stare which she gave me when she intro-ed us to each other.

“This is Lim Jian. My… (suggestive pause) friend.”
vice versa.

I was like…

=.=

Then smiling all the way.

He’s quite cute WITH braces. ^^ Cherine told me, “I messaged (handphone) him saying you said that he was cute … (more chatter) …”

Suddenly, Cherine referred to Lim Jian as my “boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend… your boyfriend… okla, your eyecandy la.”

I don’t think he’s gay lor!!!

But I still like him because he’s TALL! Which is applicable for a lot of guys, because I’m damn short, like duh!

I really ^really _really like tall ^tall _tall guys ^guys _guys.
Fucking echo effect ^effect _effect.

I think he might have the same BaPho as Eleazar.

=.=

***

Oh then I went Cartel to check my schedule, but staff was shorthanded… just Chrystabelle and Ivan (YAY!) as runners.

Ivan looked at me! ^^

He’s so tall. So shuai. I like it.

I also saw that…

LEE CHENG IS BAR TRAINING!

WHAT THE HELL. She’s training to be bar and didn’t even tell me? Firstly, Madeline as cashier, now Lee Cheng as Bar? COOL LA. Madeline looks good and trustworthy enough to own the cash register.

Lee Cheng is dynamic enough to take on Bar, a stressful position, but nonetheless, she’s proven herself to be a power player. Haha. What am I talking about.

I’m so proud of you Lee Cheng. Like I didn’t even get Bar la, because I can’t do closing AT ALL, albeit BAR closing, (compulsory to learn both opening AND closing) since the transport refuses to send me to Yishun any more. And it has been SO damn long since anyone has done Bar training, with the exception of Lewis.

No more host for you, Cheng! Unless got rare occasion.

My heart is like so happy for Mad and Cheng for being “promoted.”

The highest position I ever did was Order Taker, like most other boy runners, like Francis and Jun Hong. EDIT: Sorry, Jun Hong knows P5 also.

JIA YOU la Lee Cheng. If you’re reading this, make sure you make me A LOT OF Eastside Brownies, so we can eat together. AHAHAHAH. I’m such a pig, fitting to the year on the Chinese Calendar. GREW FAT LA, ED.

Haha. I actually saw Ivan today. Can you believe that?

o.o
I love 9 AM to 12 PM classes. Love it.
I talked to Shan Yu today, and his hair is like so fetch, I like it. I kicked a metal pole to vent my frustration (he expressed his dislike for Adeline by sticking out his tongue) and my right foot is bleeding.

Oh well. I am so random at times that my randomness took control of me and made me kick the pole with full force. So pain sia.

Ya.

I recorded this by myself OK.

“And I’ve seen Roz naked.”
“Since when?!”
…

“It’s not going to be in… right?”

Dancefloor pics. A small percentage of the many I captured.

Sore eyes. Argh! So scary. MUMMMYYY ~~~~

Her DASHINGLY HANDSOME partner didn’t get sore eyes though, woo. Jia you Sam.

I’m rooting for R&E. Somehow, behind these masks, I picture an A*Mei and some typical poly guy. Haha. I love(d) being bisexual sometimes.

The hot duo… I think they were eliminated though? Huh. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.

Sigh. I woke up at 6.30 AM today, and reached school 9 AM punctual (I’m always this lucky).

I take around 1 hour to get ready, which includes 20-30 minutes of bathtime, and 30 minutes of…

1) Wearing clothes
2) Putting deodorant
3) Wearing contact lenses
4) Spray perfume
5) Apply Spot-Zapping stick
6) Wear makeup (optional)
7) Wax hair (optional)
Look in the mirror, check hair from all angles
9) Get annoyed, mess up hair and re-style
10) Repeats Steps 7 & 8, five to ten times
11) Give up styling hair because it’s going to be messy anyway
12) Pack my bag?
13) Pocket my wallet, MP4, handphone, coins (sometimes)
14) Wear socks
15) Check my hair again, then go “whatever”
16) Wear shoes
17) Leave house

I am such a metrosexual, can? Haha. At least I don’t go picking my shirts like, “Which one should I wear today?” Not that dong-dong.

Ya, so Cherine and I were punctual like yeah. Even Tan Wan Ting, one of my sub-empire friends. I’d rather her than Adeline anyday. Yup ~

With other VSC people; being Wen Hao and Naziehah… dots. I think we automatically form, dare I say, a clique. Gasp. I don’t want to eat my words later on.

Cutieboy in Marketing. He’s DAMN annoying in a way, because he keeps on nodding his head to every single word the lecturer says. Even when he asks a question whereby the answer is obviously “No”, he keeps on nodding anyway. Over-using your nods will get you nowhere, honey. Haha. I shan’t start being bitchy to my new classmates. ^^

OH.

Did I mention?

George isn’t my Marketing lecturer.

Haha. HALLELUJAH, man! Sweet Jesus, O Lord, my prayers have been answered. To you, God, I am forever grateful. OH yess… we got an Allan Chia, who isn’t half that bad. I really like him. I like my lecturer, I like my class.

But I hate retaking this module though. I mean, I NEVER thought I would fail in poly; it’s just those things that you only hear about, but you never really thought would ever happen to you?

It’s fine though, Marketing is familiar territory; and I don’t have to fork out much money for this module, which isn’t that bad. Except $2.40 for the notes; 40cents upcharge… just because there was more content in the *new* notes. Dies. Damn it.

Sad part is that I only get 1.0 GPA for this module. FUCK IT.

Haha. I’m happy though because I needn’t see any VSC BITCHES in my class. I think some people in VSC have attitude problems, but I’m just being bitchy again, so just ignore this sentence lah.

So weird.

Every block this semester, I have shared with Cherine.
Digital Imaging block.
Digital Essentials block.
Communicating Design Ideas block.
Marketing block.
Darkroom block.

Wow wow.

I rushed back home, catching some sleep on my 969s, bringing back some more materials to be handed in to Bina.

Whau. I’m so exhausted. But ComDI is over and done with, let’s get going.

I proudly submitted our group’s work, and put it in front of Standley’s/Jen’s/Kevin’s. Muahahahaha. 38 pages of Reading Portfolio OOOKAYY!!! Don’t play play hor. Our group took ComDI damn seriously.

So later… I went to have coffee with Roseanne.

Her raspberry nonsense, herour mango cheesecake, and my Iced Cafe Mocha (or was it Latte?) Grande.

Haha. I was a Starbucks virgin. Until today. Haha. I feel so paiseh. Once again… haha!

Oh, and I finally bought a red ear piercing today at 77th Street. The cashier was being so comical la. She couldn’t take out the piercing from the display thing… it was joyously painful to watch her take the piercing for me.

Roseanne and I also saw a huge fucking queue of students … basically queueing for S.H.E’s autograph. Only 1 member. Sad. I saw my colleague, Sherlyn though. Or as I like to call her, Cashierlyn, since everytime I see her, she’s doing Cashier.

How do I look with my piercing?

Haha. I don’t want to spoil the surprise for you. No pictures of me. Probably because today was so fucking windy that my hair was the messiest it has ever been.

Maybe when you’re lucky enough to catch me in school, you can see me flaunting my sexy crimson stud.

I had $25 this morning, to last me the whole week.
I spent…

$2.40 on Marketing notes
Spare change to Cherine and Naziehah
$2.60 on Fish and Chips
$5.45 for my Iced Cafe Mocha/Latte Grande
$10.90 for my piercing

Magically, I’m left with $1.10 for 4 days.

I feel like laughing.
But want to cry at the same time.

Let’s ration my finances. ^^

Before I forget…

Hello. GO WORK TODAY. So happy! Firstly, got Lewis, Lee Cheng, Jun Hong. Yay. But I think there was a lack of ONE runner, that’s why I was so fucking busy juggling Busser and Server 2.

Faints.

Ok lo. I finally told Lee Cheng my blog address after work. This is a boring blog. I want to lose readers.

And I swear, someone who looked like Gillion came to Cartel and ate at Table 1, with 3 friends. I wanted to ask his name, but I didn’t want to lose face.

LeeCheng, Jason, Rave, Sze Ling, Jun Hong, Lewis and I had a GREAT conference. With Cheng trying to teach Rave how to speak English.

“Ask.. aske*D*”

Inside joke la, you won’t get it unless you were there.

Lewis asked me this question out of the blue: “Got any guys approach you before?”

I racked up my memory, and yup, there were a few, but their ways were so bizarre, I felt like I lost freedom over myself.

I said to Lewis that I was a turn-off. Sigh.

I’ve probably scared that poor guy. He *wanted* to approach me, I’m guessing. He complimented on my complexion too; he’s so nice, even though my skin is FAR FROM PERFECT. I’m a sucker for compliments, especially when they come from boys.

The new dishwasher wanted to meet/date me.

But I lied to the other dishwasher and said that I was dating Lewis. ^^

I don’t appreciate straightforward approaches.
I really don’t, mister dishwasher.

When Lee Cheng, Lewis and I went our separate ways… I met Lewis AGAIN at my busstop!

ARGH!

WHAT TYPE OF COINCIDENCE IS THIS?

(sings): Baila baila bumiko, baila baila bonita. HAHA.

Pity his bus came so damn fast, likewise for mine.

Anyway, I heard Lewis’s laughter for the first time today. Now I’m 100% sure.

I just made an interesting discovery today. It’s that…

All gay couples are made up of 1 hot/sexy/cute/muscular guy, and another 1 is an ugly/ugly/ugly/ugly guy. WHICH IS TRUE. It really applies to all gay couples, at least, to the ones I know.

You might say … oh.. hotness is subjective. Oh shuddup. One out of the other is comparable, they’re boys, it’s not that hard. Pity. Oh well. I guess I’m going to have to date ugly guys for my whole life.

Haha. Look at me. And my ego. Gee willykers.

Look at me. Damn hot.

Ok la, without Photoshop.

Why can’t I be straight? >.
Anyway, I went to work today and worked a very tiring 7 and a half hours. I feel like a freaking full timer. 9.30 AM to 5 PM please. Can faint. Can faint.

Oh well.

MADELINE IS A CASHIER NOW. Wow. One day, she will also learn bar. BEFORE ME. Grr. Oh well. I’m damn happy that she’s rocking the cash register. Hugs Mad!

Oh and Lee Ching is still working! I asked her to tell Ivan I said hi.

Her sister’s hot too.

Speaking of sisters, did I mention it was my sister’s birthday today? Ahh. Nostalgia —- I remember my 15th birthday… Azitrah gave me cereal boxes in the shape of an “E” and Joanne gave me green tea. Love love love love ~~~

This is one Photoshop favour.

Happy birthday?

Today in the bus, I cried. Because I was just thinking about my maternal grandmother’s funeral. My granduncle, who’s legally blind, was at her side, sobbing helplessly.

How my granduncle’s dead too — never had a wife, no children, no close relatives. He stayed at grandma’s house, smoking…

I was grieving over death that happened 3 or 4 years ago. It’s such a stage… that after all this while… I somehow spiritually connect with my heritage.

There was this moment, in my youth, I asked my grandmother whether she wanted to follow us to Takashimaya. She didn’t of course, and my family and I took pictures with Blue Ranger. My eyes can’t help but water… it’s an automatic trigger. Me in my innocence… that day was so powerful, remember it like it was yesterday… I’m about to cry again.

I never usually grieve. Actually, I NEVER GRIEVED… until today. Why, out of all possible days… today? Maybe heaven touched me through the raindrops this evening…

I was just thinking if my sister died, CHOY, TOUCH WOOD… but I would cry too. I mean, I *DID* cry in the bus, for half the journey from Tamps to Yishun. Sobbing uncontrollably. It’s really hard for me to say this, but I love my sister.

If someone had to die, I would die before my siblings. Before my parents, if given a chance. Because I don’t ever want to deal with grief ever. It feels horrible, I can’t believe I’ve numbed myself for so long.

Maybe I’ve finally matured.

More open.

Can I sing Hurt?

Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

… to all four of my grandparents. I …

I.

Love.

You.

Firstly, I hate gays so much, that I’m anti-gay. Whenever I type that I hate gays, my left leg burns. It really heats up. Scary.

I HATE GAYS.

To any gay reading this, I hate you. Haha. But don’t take it to heart. It’s just that majority of them suck, except me, plus the nice few (you know who you are). My left leg is burning up please. Grr.

Why can’t I find a gay with a nice heart? I know even I can be hypocritical sometimes.

Now I’m in this mindset… people are hating me. Grr. Random posting. Like for no reason. Maybe it’s because I’m too ugly. Or because I’m so fake.

I’m so fucking fake, ya?

I fake to protect your feelings lo. It’s not nice to be bitchy, since the opposite of that is fake. So you rather me be what? FAKE or BITCHY? Up to you, really. Because I don’t mind being neither, although BITCHY does take a toll on my physical and oratorical energy.

You might be saying… “opposite of fake is real, what”. Ya. Well duh. Being bitchy is the real me, but like I said, it wears me out real fast, that’s why my bitchiness comes in minute amounts. I’m guessing.

Whatever la.

Gays can fuck off.

Like finally I’m realising how blind I’ve been.

Anyway, Jayne said meet at 1 PM but fuck, I had some diarrhoea again, so I thought I was going to be late. But nope. Jayne was a bit later, so I had some time to print out some nice shit. Cherine? Haha. I’d rather not say.

How was our presentation? Hmm.

Well, Kai En’s group went first. It’s not bad. I mean, they didn’t change much, but it worked either way. So bravo.

Next was our team. I wasn’t prepared; had no script whatsoever; but Jayne did. Cherine and I ad-libbed. My group did well! Yay. I think I bored people because people were speaking when I was presenting. I think I have no charisma. Bla, fuck you then.

Wen Hao, Pearly and BangLun (act not happy)

Marks’s group did better than what I thought they would. Their Friendster research source is just priceless, yet unoriginal, since Marc did Friendster on his Culture and Expression too. Ahh well. You can’t beat teenage culture.

Sigh. I spent around $10 on printing — excluding my Chicken Chop and Ice Cream.

Grr. That’s wasted. Really.

Bina also wants our group to do the mother/baby one, from one of our storyboards. Why did we have storyboards anyway? Gah.

Anyway, we checked out VSC P1 exhibitions.

Adeline’s.

Here’s her contact number. Her real one. Not kidding.

Bernice Lee Pei Li’s exhibition. Simple, straightforward. Works.

I can’t wait for my VSC P1 module.

But fuck, I “failed” Marketing, the reason why I can’t do P1.

Speaking of Marketing, I heard from Yi Ling that in her ComDI group, Adeline was damn unhappy with her group. It’s like deja vu la, only I’m not the scapegoat this time. Adeline was stomping for God knows what reason… so much drama!

HEED MY WARNING, ALL YOU VISUAL COMMUNICATORS.

Do not, I repeat, DO NOT be in ANY group with Adeline, since she will BITE YOUR NECK and suck your blood… and maybe get you an F. Just stay away from her from any type of groupwork. I reckon she’s a nice girl, but she’s got some pride-disorder. Grr.

I don’t want to see George next block.
PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEASE.

Oh well, I have work tomorrow.

I hate you all because I’m trying to be nice.

Ah fuck I don’t know what I’m saying any more.

I’m just moody.
Buy me cappucino, anyone?
*eyes sparkle*

Haha. Hi bitches. I registered for NS today. I mean, I have deferment till March 2009, thank God, but that’s just 2 years away, and 1 year of Poly passed by “just like that”, so scary how time just slips past you like a dead leaf. Morbid.

I spent like 4 (yesterday) + 9 (today) = 13 (total) hours thinking about what words to put on our AIDS poster. This is what you call “thinking too much”. I’m a thinker. Please. There’s no harm in thinking too much, unless you include stress, anxiety, frustration, and the likes.

The dedication I put into my schoolwork just amazes me. I mean, you can’t SEE thoughts, like you can’t see air, but still! I’m so fscking dedicated, that I blocked Standley from MSN.

Enzo wanted to come to my house to use Photoshop. What the hell — I’m still using la. So, no. No one enters my house. Really.

Anyway, I might have blocked Standley, but not Shawn Tan, which I MSN-ed with just now. Haha. I really really miss him. I’m sooooo in love with his personality. I know I can’t have straight guys, but it’s as if I opened up myself to him, and he told me a secret of his own. (Haha, cross my fingers I don’t blurt it out.)

Shawn oh Shawn. I miss you like I miss Joanne. Can I like, hug you? It’s like you understand me, and your advice is so 100%. I also love your new tattoo, it’s so smokin’.

SHAWN !!!!

Our good moments were few, but still memorable. I remember every single second you were here… because you weren’t in school that often in the first place, which makes me treasure your presence more. Now that you’re gone, I’m a bit sad that a great person dropped out. AHHH! Missing you, Shawn.

Is it bizarre for me to miss a straight guy?

I miss Malcolm too. So… ^^

American Idol: New York screencaps

PS: I did not Photoshop any of them.

Ian Benardo, a fucking gay diva, God, what a turn off.

The sweetest girl that ever existed and stole my heart, Sarah Burgess. Lovely.

Some Greek “goddess” … muahaha. Gag.

Ashanti, your daily dose of Idol Opera.

A couple of hot chicks. The brunette is so chio. I can’t help it. I like girls with extra huge mouths. Not a fetish.

I thought he was cute. A bit stoned, blur… ya, that’s why he’s so cute. Maybe it was his haircut. Grins.

Offpitchers.

Kia Thornton. Basketcase.

Who? Huh.

I liked it when she was happy. She reminds me of me. Except that I’m 750 times hotter.

I think she’s got somekind of mental disability; TRUST me — *I* should know.

A girl who can actually sing — Jory Steinberg.

She is NOT Shakira. She is white. She is Porcelana Patino. Hmm. Ok, fine. Maybe she’s Latino.

Christopher Henry is NOT a eunuch. (A eunuch, NOT ‘an’ eunuch. Duh.)

Rachel Zevita. My prediction: She won’t go far. Prove me wrong.

Dance, Ryan, dance.

Justin Timberlake look-a-like. Looks hotter, sings better than JT. No more comparisons sil vous plait.

More rejects.

Nicholas Pedro returns?

Isadora reads palms and sings Lady Marmalade, groaning like she’s having damn good sex.

Next week’s Honey Glazed Caramel Baked Woman.

That’s the last time I ever screencap a 2-hour episode. Seriously.

Tickle.com tests

Ed, your trademark tune is Black Eyed Peas’

“Where is the Love”

Hey, sweet thing. There’s nothing not thoughtful and goodhearted about you. In fact, you don’t need to ask where the love is, because you are the love. A rare breed, you often put others’ needs above your own, and you’d go the extra mile for friends and strangers alike.

It’s important to you that you make a difference in the world — one action and one day at a time. Helping people, regardless of the career you choose, will probably be at the top of your to-do list. And there’s nothing more loving than that.

Another test

Ed, your subconscious mind is driven most by

Peace

You are driven by a higher purpose than most people. You have a deeply-rooted desire to facilitate peacefulness in the world. Whether through subtle interactions with love ones, or through getting involved in social causes, it is important to you to influence the world.

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So, in other words, I’m a hippie.