Hi folks. Sorry I couldn’t update yesterday, I was soooo caught up with … a cheebye. Well, ok, urm, anyway. I’m here to recap The Arena for you. 6 boys. 1 goal.

Ok, so apparently my Photobucket is acting up (as usual, freaking unreliable servers), so that’s why I decided to just blog about it.

WARNING: This is a VERY BIASED REVIEW. If you don’t like what you’re reading, please close your browser. Or something.

Jeremy Ang on the extreme left. SO CUTE RIGHT? Looks so gay la. Right?

This is Hwa Chong, the best team ever, with the SUPER SHUAI Jeremy Ang, the spitter Jonathan and the quick-thinker David. Sorry, I don’t know their surnames, since I could hardly care. They’re all the same la. Or maybe I have short term memory.

They were debating against Raffles Institution… Lionel Lim, a fat guy who speaks damn well, and Katik. I have no idea how to spell their names really. They don’t have nice names like me. Like dooooh.

Lionel spoke, quite well, I guess. David outspoke him, because David SHOULD be the last speaker. Damn pro la. So score, David swept Lionel off. 20-0. Clap clap clap for David, ya?

So next, was the fat guy and urm.. Jonathan. Apparently, Jonathan wears specs. Both these guys, who were third speakers, have been demoted to second speakers, while ex-second speakers Jeremy and Kartik, got promoted to third speakers. Well, I think the battle was spot on.

Do you remember that time when Jonathan made the CHIJ Katong Convent girl (fat noob) go, “Huh?………….“

(Note: I say “fat fat fat” not because I’m against fats. It’s just a way to describe them. There are no hidden innotations whatsoever.)

So each scored 12-12. Making the score Raffles 12 : HwaChong 32.

REBUTTAL ROUND.

Bah. Whatever. I could care less. I forgot what they said. Youths are politically apathetic (like Jayne?) or shit like that. Ya. Nice talking, testosterone, but too bad, I have poor memory, so I hardly care. SERIOUSLY.

Turns out judges favoured Raffles, giving up 21-7.

Now… third round. Hotty boom-ba-lotty Jeremy Ang, against shorty Indian Kartik Katik whatever la. Now, I think the judges have been drinking too much brandhiskey. ? But Jeremy did well. Or maybe I was just distracted by his gorgeousness, oh sweet sexy fuckable HwaChong debater. Debator. Debater? Debator.

Jeremy and his sexy face, sexy voice, and when he’s candid, he looks like he’s that typical Friendster boy.

So, whoever has Jeremy’s Friendster, gimme so I can seek my answer: Is he a zhi lian type of guy?

Muacks.

Worship Jeremy Ang from HwaChong Institution.
WORSHIP. WORSHIP!!!

Too bad the camera went too close his face so, regardless of his foundation, we could still see tiny bumpy facial textures. Oh well. I don’t mind acne. Anyway, I don’t mind Lim Jian’s, so…

So third round scores were also 21-7.

So Raffles won.

I was so pissed. Odd.

Because whenever the judges kept giving scores towards Hwa Chong, I would wail, “HWA CHO~NG!” and clap like thunder. Sucks sucks sucks.

I think Katik is a evil hypnotizer… he got charm meh? Where got? If he was hot, then maybe.

Jeremy has a gajillion times more charisma, wit and SEXYNESS.

JEREMY ANG,

YOU MAKE

ME SO

HORNEEEE.

Ok the end.
Oh, but one more thang.

JEREMY ANG, if you happen to be reading this, I suggest you present yourself more like a gay, so your friendship circle expands hugely.

I want to rip Jeremy’s uniform apart and lick his tits. Yum. Tastes like the sweat of Hwa Chong. No matter, Hwa Chong’s still a winner to me. ^^

In the lift up with Ferdi, Darren, Ferooze, and some guy. Darren wears specs? Since when? -.-

Whee. I entered the darkroom today, and lo and behold, Lim Jian was developing photos! He’s in the darkroom himself leh. So since I was first for consultation, I re-read the thing taped to the door, just in case Cheeyong said the class was changed or whatever.

So Zhi Wen came, and … the rest of them came as well. Cherine was nowhere to be found.

And stupid me forgot that both Zhi Wen and Lim Jian are from Beatty Sec. Or, should I say, Beauty Sec. *cough* lame lame lame Ed lame.

LOTS OF SACS.

Remember, Hanif? Bwahahaha.

Consultation time. Sigh. My topic sounds so difficult, man. What a shame (no pun intended.) Mindmapping is hard, or maybe Cheeyong asked me to branch out more or something. Bah. I’ll try, I’ll definitely try. I love having a renowned professional B&W photographer as my lecturer, and he got this boyish charm.

Too bad that he’s old (he started photography in 1986 -.-) and has a ring on, his, well … ring finger.

Now I’m still waiting for my camera, which is still with Eleazar. Can’t see at least tell me WHY she didn’t come to school or why she can’t return my camera back to me? Shame on her. She should really stop taking dr*gs though, it will really screw her lifestyle.

Though I think she secretly lost my camera. Cheebye.

I slept at the bus stop. Why aren’t there, like, beds in poly? I want to rest la.

I amazingly bumped into Cherine back at campus, who was sick, and I helped tap the card so she could enter her ADfund class. It’s a shame that she’s sick, ’cause she doesn’t need sickness in this block.

Unlike me, whose headache reduced overnight.

What did I do hor…

I tried SweetTalk’s Cappucino. $1.50. It was alright, it doesn’t have the same emulsification as my “downstairs-shop” bubble tea though, even if it’s $2. I think there was a cockroach when I came because the lady workers were screaming “What is that? I’m so scared!” in Chinese.

Drama show, can?

Rate the Cappucino.. I say 3 out of 5.

I’m a disorganized mess right now. All because of one cheebye. Oh God, please let me do well for Darkroom, I beg you.

Oh.

Remember to catch
JEREMY ANG
on The Arena at 9 PM on Channel 5.

[End advertisement.]

Hello what a good day today was, except that school was packed with people having exams and stuff. I was so early, I entered the darkroom, and no one was inside. No lights on.

And I saw Banglun. Banglun saw me.
Then he looked on the floor. While I looked at him as we passed each other.

Say hi please. I think he hates me, probably because everyone in VSC does anyway. OH WELL. Whatever.

I ate breakfast, and got a call from Cherine, who was with two of her friends, Lim Jian and urm… Wei Jing. Wei Jian. Wei Jie. Or something. And they caught me eating breakfast at the canteen by myself — hey hi. And so, they proceeded to eat sandwiches while I ate my… Egg, Sausage, Toast and Chicken Patty. -.-

Why was Cherine so early?
Apparently she got a free ride from her friends, because apparently, Wei Jie has an exam. Lalala.

All over the school we saw “Model Fitting 03-29″, which happens to be Cherine’s (nextdoor) class. Woo ADfund, ya?

But Darkroom was OK. Cheeyong came a bit late, since there was really no class on Monday. So class was basically Angeline, Shirley, Charli, Cherine, Pepper, Charmaine, Zhi Wen, Allison, Elizabeth, Adeline, Chun Yong, some other random people from other years/courses.

Oh I tell you, when Addie came into the room. Wow I was speechless. Captured by her natural beauty. She’s stolen my heart, oh beautiful girl. But Cheeyong just basically showed us some samples of HIS AND OTHERS’ photography. Pretty nice. Now I’m trying to think of themes.

But Eleazar still has my camera. GRR.

So I brainstormed with Cherine, who has like amazing ideas, since she knows what she’s doing, and knows what she wants. Unlike me; a fickle pickle. Gooood.

Later I took a Bus 23 with Standley, Jayne and Ferooze till they reached Bras Basah, while I stayed for one whole round. And I saw Eleazar when I alighted, and she didn’t have my camera with her. Oh my God. How! All Standley’s fault la. Now I’m going to fucking suffer for no good reason.

This is so fucking retarded.

At least when you borrow my camera, at least have the decency to return it to me, Eleazar Standley.

I swear I’ve met so many irresponsible people.

Someone still owes me ten bucks. Take your time, sir, take your time. [Did you sense the sarcasm?] L-o-l. -.-

As each second passes, my trust for Eleazar is fading rapidly, and it was never a lot to begin with.

Later I ate lunch with Cherine and Pearly, they talked about their work, and Cherine’s coming to Northpoint’s Harvey Norman to work. Hoorah. If I can take 10 minutes from my life to visit her… oh how convenient is that!

TP = Teh Peng. Kay?

So Cherine and I decided to go to City Hall for Darkroom materials … we took Bus 15, then Bus 36… and we reached City Hall so quickly, it was like riding on a magic carpet. WITH the nausea, sil vous plait, because my body and head was twisted so strangely while conversing with Cherine.

Afraid my blog is gonna get fucking boring without pictures, here are some, which I took for the sake of content’s worth of content.

Blurry bright bus.

A river, overlooking, like, urm, City Hall. Or something. Singapore River. Or something. How the hell am I supposed to know, la, cows.

So, Cherine and I arrived, and she went to the toilet first, grabbing me as she TRIED to prevent herself from slipping.

The toilet I waited outside. 10 cents per entry. What a business the money-collector makes, ya? He was fiddling with the toilet roll la, dirty old man.

MATERIALS WE BOUGHT.

And we found out that 3 of our (anonymous) classmates are so kiasu, they actually bought the 100-pieces faster, so the both of us had to carry 4 of 25-papers. Zzz. $6 more.

Cherine’s amounted to $123, mine is $140. Bless my mother for depositing money into my bank. Whose money? MINE LA. Cartel money.

Then I accompanied Cherine (till Yishun)… and this is what we decided to come up with.

One of us is Photoshopped.
And one of us isn’t.

^^

I haven’t taken a picture with anyone in (green) couple seats ever since Kenrick.

And I’m still fucking nauseous.

Hello all. Work was painful on my feet today. I exchanged with Lee Cheng, so guess what I did today. Ok, firstly, HOR, I have worked 4 consecutive shifts, so of course, my feet are like sore and exhausted.

HOST.

*Theodore casts Lvl 8 Loud Greetings, using 5 MP per greet.*

Hosting was a blast. Although I realised I was damn noob at host. Full house today. AhBa was telling me off for doing things so wrongly. I’m sorry I’m not a good host, I like hosting though, even though standing outside makes me sweat…

Too bad today was so friggin’ busy, no one to happy happy talk to me outside.

Very sad. Today’s customers are mean like a broken refridgerator that anyhow spews CFCs that make me sick and cause brain damage, yagetwhaddimsayin? Cool nigga. And I hate the fact that Cartel is running out of pens, BY GOLLY GOSH. I kept on stealing pens from standees, depriving them of writing materials in the end.

*Theodore casts Lvl 2 Grand Theft, using 100 MP to steal 5 pens.*
-LEVEL UP-
*Theodore casts Lvl 3 Grand Theft, using 50 MP to steal 5 pens.*

Later, I ate with Lewis (with Lisa doing her “Inventory” things)… lol. LOO-WISSS. NG!!! I like Ng guys. Elvin, ya, hmm. Don’t really know a lot of Ng guys, la. Do you?

Plus, I kept on wiping the door, because it’s not perfect. Always got stain. ZZZ. Fuck fuck right? Fuckedy fuck. But today, I saw children in a different light. (Most) of them were magic.

Later I went to Toys’R'Us for no reason. Even though my feet killed me and I was paralyzed for a good few moments.

ARGH!
DARKROOM TOMORROW?
HOW HOW HOW?

My classmates, my lecturer, my expenditure.
My ideas, my dedication.

Oh and Eleazar still has my camera. My big camera. I shall name it “Desuba”. Read it backwards. So I have two cameras. One is a digital/gay camera named “Lance”, the other is the big black one named “Desuba”, who happens to be a girl. Maybe a guy. Maybe a bisexual. Hohoho. Merry Christmas.

Oh yes. I saw Lee Cheng just now! With an orange top! Why does she wear like that? -.- If her boyfriend saw me staring; I would be like a pummelled pork of pashes.

*Theodore casts Lvl 2 Regeneration, using 60 MP, heals 2% energy per 5 minutes.*

Lol pardon my spellcasting, I’m obviously feeling high that I have no more work for 6 days. o.o

Darkroom leh. How ~ I need my Desuba. NOW.

In response to Cherine’s words:

i dont know what to say upon reading (voxy). he made me look like as if my english is so damn weak and that i stayed up trying my best to finish up the presentation for marketing and he don’t appreciate it at all.

First of all, your English is not weak. Exaggerate sia. It’s just your grammar is not very strong. Grammar is not English, and English is not grammar. For example, in the second sentence, you either use “like” OR “as if”, never both together. And the last few words, it’s he “doesn’t” appreciate it at all.

Secondly, I never said I don’t appreciate your efforts. It’s just that no one uses Times New Roman any more. Have you noticed, other teams stayed away from Times New Roman? Point taken? I don’t mean to talk shit, so simply just blame my birthday (7 October, I share it with Simon Cowell… oh out of all people. We 7 October babies, are so frank. Please tell me you know Simon Cowell.)

nike juice? okay. i always thought it was okay for one to not agree with you but somehow, i feel that one should always respect others’ opinion.

Listen up Cherine. I really really HATE the idea and concept of Nike Juice with ULTIMATE PASSION. But I NEVER disrespected your opinion. You like Nike Juice? Fine. I respect it. I hate Nike Juice? Fine. You respect mine. I am TOTALLY against [Nike fucking Juice itself], but I’m NOT against your [liking for Nike Juice]. So saying that I’m disrespectful towards your opinions is… false.

Also, I might be against your opinion, but I will never disrespect it. A person’s idea can be stupid, but the person really isn’t. Plus, it wasn’t your idea to begin with, right, Cherine? No need to be so sad. It was Naziehah’s. However, she took my dislike of Nike fucking Juice to a personal level, and that’s very unprofessional of her.

It’s like me coming up with “Nike Broom.”

Actually it’s more funny than stupid.

Nike Broom.

ROFLMAO LOLZERS!
Haha. I amuse myself in the weirdest ways.

Nike fucking Broom.
*Chuckles.*

AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Ok the end. The “keeping your comments to yourself to a certain extent” thing is unapplicable because bloggers/debaters/public speakers (should) never do things like that, otherwise they fail. OK LA. I’m bullshitting. But would you rather compliment the hot guy next to you on his eyes, or just shut up and let the chance to be his girlfriend (or boyfriend) slip away…

So, in conclusion, I LOVE CHERINE ANN FOREVER. And Marina also.

Wow, my blog just hit 69 friggin views in 1 day, peaking 5 more than Valentine’s Day. Lol, readers, what’s the occasion?

Search results on how people found my blog:

Niki Sanders (1)
Hwa Chong Gays (1)

carol cheong big boobs (1)

“kk seet” gay (1)
elvin ng (1)

These 5 people (cumulative in Hwa Chong la) are like, how people find my blog.. so that means, I have to … do a fansite and all of them? Puhleaze, I’m not doing a fansite on Carol’s breasts, TYVM.

TODAY. WORK. GOD. I’m tired. Full shifted with Madeline and Pang Chuen.

Madeline just makes me smile. And today there was no Busser, so I’m the Order Taker, which is fine with me. However, the downside is, the wood baskets kept cutting my finger, so my pointy finger has current cuts and bruises.

*whines*

Press computer.

Press order.

Morning shift was great. I made ZERO mistakes again. Bwahahaha. I am a pro, what can I say. Credits to everyone who helped me send the setting.

I checked my handphone to see Fitrah, Azizah and that32yearoldgayguywhoi’mSOOOOoverwith call/message me. My handphone vibrated like freaking nonstop during Breakfast; and I scared customers by screaming to my pocket, “SHUT UP! STOP IT!” Really out loud.

I have officially scared Jess Lyn for talking to myself. PARDON ME, trust me, most of the things I say (to myself; out loud__) are supposed to be in my head and STAY there, but I just can’t resist the urge, YA*KNOW?

Later during my Carrot Cake time (yippee!) Jake told me her past. I told her mine. And she says that I’d better be straight.

-.-

What a contradiction.

Me?
Straight?
Not in a million gazillion years.
And this is coming from my butch manager, IRONIC HUH. She says I’d drop out of this phase by 20 years old, but hell, I’m not doing through a phase. I’m in the process of my life development. Blooming. Cherry. Fine.

I celebrated my break with Pang Chuen and Madeline by eating bread! HOORAH! Madeline suggested spreading butter on both sides of the bread, and OH GOD, it was so sinful.

Night time and I got to see my favourite people Chrystabelle, Lee Cheng and… Mavis. Yeah Mavis. And Doreen?

(Wide eyes stare at you.)

I was OT/S1, a rare position, because I often get the opposite, S2/B2 instead, so I cherished the 6 hours of night shift.

BUT I STOOD FOR LIKE 12 hours.

Standing for 12 hours run run run = tired = $60

I’m out of breath, my body’s sore all over, the host Shu Wen looks sexy. I’m slowly memorising my Order Taker, but the sad news is.

I will no longer be working in Cartel.

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Because I’m dedicating my life to Darkroom and breathing in those foul developer/fixer chemicals instead of handling food and customers.

I really need a fucking massage now. I’m dead beat.

In other news, HEY EVERYONE. Check out this Nike Juice! This will totally surprise EVERY ONE OF YOU, because no one expects it to exist. But there’s a twist to it…

PWNED!

Everyone loves a good fuck.

A few images before I speak melodies.

I love R.E. You are a sexy pair of pantomimes. I adore you on Dancefloor, but the two of you dance like shit. You inspire me. Plus, your hairs are hot ~ I would like to have bisexual sex with the both of you. I think I might have a strong fetish for masks? **I’m so shallow can.

Not weird, hor?

Left to right: Marina, Nazi, Cherine

Unless you count Terry at extreme left, and China girl at extreme right

Look at the ADMs camewhoring. I like them la. Nice bunch of tickletocks.

So today, at work, there was this Filipino girl who’s having attachment at Cartel for 6 months, her name’s Grace Rozue or something or the other. A Filipino. Wow. An actual Filipino working as something other than a maid. For serious.

I was so stupid as to drink the Mocha Shake today… me and caffeine don’t mix. Ever. So I was super hyper and bursting with confidence. Or maybe it’s because I faced my past.

Some people just don’t realise how delicate the butterfly Goldilocks of my past were. My butterfly Goldilocks will break and sit on your Papa Bear Chair which will sprout from a bean to be baked in a pie; blackbirds, all 4 and 20 of them.

If you have high IQ, you will know what the hell I’m talking about ~ OKAAAYZ.

Ahem. And apparently, SOMEONE from work knows my blog, I won’t say who (yet). Such a surprise, yet not so surprising, because people find my blog via Jeremy Ang and Carol Cheong and Banglun.

This person shocks me, I thought Lee Cheng told this person the URL (which she didn’t; but if she did, I wouldn’t have mind anyway). Oh well. Today this person like poked my groin with a pen, and caressed my back. Dear person, can we exchange contacts? How do I have your cousin’s and not yours; it just isn’t fair.

In other news, customers were ultra nice today! Surprisingly, not bitchy.

And I made ZERO mistakes with Order Taker. (At least or so I believe.) Thanks to everyone for an amazing night. I’m so proud of myself, and all of you.

Did I mention Rave MOLESTED me at work today? It was a horror getting groped by a lesbian. She squeezed my teeny weeny boobs la. I’m floored.

I thought I ended work at 10, but actually I was supposed to end at 11, but IN THE END, I caught the last bus home at 11.45 PM.

(Please insert confused/WTF expression here.)

Here is a new list of how people get my blog.

jeremy ang THE ARENA (2)
GONG XI GONG XI NI (1)
“he came on my face” (1)
Elvin Ng (1)
Charmaine Eleazar (1)
Roseann Moses sydney (1)
Hwa Chong Gays (1)
jeremy ang the arena (1)
elvin ng wax (1)

Ok, apparently, Jeremy Ang from Hwa Chong Institution, is more popular than I actually thought. Huh. Maybe I should start a freaking Jeremy Ang fanclub.

Catch Jeremy Ang 27 February 2007 @ 8.30 PM on The Arena.

More search results, which lead to people finding my blog!

carol cheong sexy contest pictures (2)

“he came on my face” (2)

bernice lee wordpress (2)

trevvy (1)

maggie market for friendster (1)

boyslut (1)

Xin nian kuai le (1)

Gong Xi Ni (1)

shannon wee (1)

“wong yong lin” (1)

Freaky… someone’s searching for all these girls like Bernice, Shannon and Lynne (???) and get to my blog. There are stalkers online; and the scary part is: It’s not me.

Funny. I don’t remember typing “sexy contest pictures” in my blog. How the hell this guy got my blog though searching for Carol Cheong? Why the big fuss over Carol Cheong in the first place? She’s as plastic as a straw.

AND WON’T THEY PLEASE STOP SEARCHING “he came on my face”. It’s getting old!

Today is the last day of Marketing block, thank the Lord.

I took the same lift as Allan up to class and he asked, “Ed, are you Eurasian?” So, he continued, “Very unusual.” ^^

 So I came, I haven’t seen the final slides, and when Naziehah showed it to me on her computer… I saw like distracting background, Times New Roman, lack of colours.

Powerpoint noobs … sigh. First impression was, “Oh dear, how are we going to fare against everyone else?!” Means End Chain… supposed to have more than 1. Other groups had like 3 or 4. We only had 1. Gong. I wanted to bury my head under sand.

I think the Colgate group, the Yong Kang / Wan Ting / Judith / Rachel / Terry group did things so damn well. Clever. They all deserve, like, As.

Our group presented… Naziehah made a fuss over my pants. And not Yong Kang’s? I’m not making a fuss over her *WHITE* shirt, am I? Unreasonable fella.

Cherine made 2 grammar mistakes. Oh my God. You know what she said?

“What does people want?”

I repeat.

“What does people want?” Ok, firstly, people is “they”. Which sounds correct “What do they want?” or “What does they want?” Faints on the ground. Blatant error, right!

The sentence also appeared on the slides. Oh my God. I wanted to bury my head under sand.

The ADM + Kenneth had an amazing bright capturing slides with their airline, but the China girl and the giggle girl spoilt it. China said things that aren’t memorable the least, and the giggle girl … was soft compared to Sook Chin. Humph. Ronald spoke with a cute lisp. Does he wear foundation?

Later we all ate at Mensa, which has a reputation of having the worst food ever, next to ITAS, with the exception of Salad Bar. Long queue there.

I tried the Unagi. Eel, Cherine says. Japanese food. Marina and Naziehah didn’t finish theirs… while I poked my chopsticks into the watermelon. I don’t trust fruits. I have a fear of fruitborne diseases. Hahaha.

[ CAUTION: This is a Drama moment. Read with care. ]

Cherine brought up the topic of Nike Juice, which I thought was a bit silly, since presentation was over. Ya. No offence, but I think it’s the stupidest thing that I’ve ever heard of. I can say this because Marketing is over itself and we no longer have to touch it.

So that’s my honest opinion.

Nike Juice is the stupidest idea. Prove me wrong if you think otherwise. Go pitch your ideas to the Nike bosses… I WILL LAUGH and chop off my fingers, toes and head, if Nike ventures into F&B. It’s corporate suicide, if you think about it.

Ok, do any of these sound STUPID to you?

Adidas Juice

Converse Juice

Crocs Juice

Machiam you’re making the brand a flavour like that. Utter ridicule! It’s like tasting shoes. YUCK. Who the hell would want to drink shoes?

It’s as stupid as things like

Nike Hair Wax

Nike Mints

Nike Channel

Nike Toothpaste

Nike Contact Lens

Nike Frying Pan

Nike Broom

Nike Dictionary

There are just SOME THINGS that Nike just shouldn’t touch. GEDDIT OR NOT? If not, I will pour fucking Nike Juice down your throat and watch you suffer as the ph 1 liquid corrodes your insides.

Would you want McDonalds to design a pair of casual shoes? Would you wear THAT? EXACTLY. CASE CLOSED.

Ok. That’s over and done with.

Do not bring it up EVER again.

Later, after that stupid Nike Juice thing, Naziehah put her Japanese food on a tray, so I put mine there too. SHE FUCKING PUSHED THE TRAY TO ME, expecting me to carry her leftovers on a tray (which was not mine either).

HELLO.

AM I YOUR SLAVE OR WHAT.

Cherine had the fucking nerve to say I had no “social etiquette” and Wen Hao followed suit. LIKE HELLO. WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.

She push the tray to me, as if it’s my DUTY to carry dirty plates. I only do that in CARTEL, not elsewhere. I was not about to carry Naziehah’s filthy shit either. I hate when she says, “You’re a boy what.”

So? Does that mean you can PUSH your tray to me and EXPECT ME to carry it? Push it to Wen Hao. He’s a boy too. Gentlemen OFFER. Gentlemen don’t OBEY. Plus, I had every right to NOT carry the dirty food.

Firstly, she was so rude. Not a please. Not a thank you. Not a ”Can you bring this for me? and wait for an answer.” I would have said “YES!”

I was so angry, especially at Cherine and Wen Hao for defending someone who is OBVIOUSLY in the wrong. I am not anyone’s slave anymore. So angry, that blood rushed through my head. I was trembling is such anger, that I threatened to throw her fucking bowl.

Embarrass myself? HAH. So what? So fucking what?

So I reminded myself to keep cool and just keep it grounded for a while. I said to her that I shouted at everyone. (Especially when they’re being so fucking annoying.) I added me shouting was nothing personal (it’s just nice to shout at people you love.)

Shout at Naziehah la. Got problem or not. Raise my voice. Let people see. I would have ripped her throat if Cherine hadn’t solved this fuss. The blood in my neck was still rushing. I still needed to throw something. To vent my frustration.

But in the end, I just cried.

Because I was being bullied in front of Cherine and Wen Hao, and they’re not helping by supporting the bully and victimizing the bullied (me).

Naziehah is a New Age Bully. (NAB). I would add an extra (EI) but I just can’t come up with something clever enough.

I thought she was annoying in VisCo. Turns out she’s 500 times more annoying in real life. So, I just cried. I was reliving my bully-filled past. All the bullies that have ever bullied me returned to haunt me. Every tear that dropped is dedicated to each one.

My childhood is filled with sadness of always being picked on. This has shaped me, negatively of course. I’ve turned out to be a socially disabled and gay. This is the reason why I like tall guys … they can protect me right? I needed a man to be by my side, and never leave me.

I grew up insecure. I tolerated physical abuse from my peers. I shed uncountable tears. Even till now, I shed tears. People call me crybaby, because I’ve been hurt. It’s just a part of me that’s very hard to forget, erase… I’m traumatized for life. Life. Till I die. It’s one of the most sensitive parts of me that is unfortunately, very easy to trigger.

As my bullies and I grew up, matured, I thought I would be fine. I thought it was just my childhood nightmare.

Today, in both my buses, I shed tears non-stop. Nobody knows that my bitchiness is just a facade of my self-defence. Hey. If no one’s defending me… I have to do it by myself, right?

I’m a sole soldier.

I want to feel protected.

Oh my Lord, I want to hire a psychotherapist.

Off to work.

I swear, she does. I get erections so easily sometimes. Oh well.

I also dreamt that Elvin Ng stripped to his boxers last night. Well, apparently, he did in Fan Jian Xin Xian Ren, with his co-stars. So er xin la. Strip strip strip like nothing to do like that. I bet parents were like, covering their daughter’s virgin eyes. Elvin should really keep his clothes on. Seriously. Happily Ever After.

I saw Roseanne on my Bus 23, sat next to her, conversed with her, and she said she wanted to pierce her lip? Ooo. I thought only Chrystabelle and Jake did that. And she asked me to stop having sex with my boyfriend.

Ok…

First of all) I don’t have a boyfriend.

Secondly) I’ve stopped having sex.

I’m not a whore, ya’know? I like being single, actually. Just shoot me in the head when I’m decomposing my deceased Swedish souls into vials of generic disclosure! Fwa-fwa-fwa.

So today, Marketing, and yes, we are all rooting for the Awesome and Jolly Products. I expected to be staying overnight to complete the presentation, but Cherine volunteered to do the slides, and I’m like. Oh. So my plans were cut short … prematurely.

And Cherine… just DROP the Nike Juice already. If you mention it tomorrow, I’m going to scream and go, “Please ignore what she said.” like 5 million times. I would rather go boring old promotion, than an unknown drink that has absolutely no market, and has no opportunity whatsoever in the long run.

If I had a (can?) of Nike Juice, I would probably use it to water my plants and watch them die 19 minutes and 25 seconds later. That’s because the recipe is WRETCHED because you all don’t know how to make Juice!

Can’t you all make lemonade like normal people? I’m not saying you’re abnormal, but lemonade is fail-proof… and what we want is VIVA LA SUCCESS, am I right?

Or even better… hire a Milo Van? People trust water that comes from Milo. Not from Nike. For God knows, Nike Juice manufacturers might have gotten the concentrate from smelly Nike socks (which I happen to own 2 pairs, by the way.) Squeeze it out after a good evening’s run… oh yes. The smell so pungent, the taste so wicked, GREAT idea for a roadshow right?

Presentation day is TWO-MORE-OH.

This block just passed by too damn fast.

Cherine play with Lance. She caught me at such a miserable angle. All hunch and bad posture. And forearms so incredibly fleshy. (Fats or muscle, till now I still dunno.) But if you look carefully, you can see the natural brown of my hair.

Oh and some people say I should move back to Quotient Rule. Maybe la. Ok. If I have time.

Gay guys are like, such a pain. There’s an endless list of bittersweetness here. Ok, firstly, I have such a beautiful Trevvy profile, thanks to Photoshop, so naturally, those sexual freaks would prey on me. Attempts are so desperate, they leave their handphone numbers, begging me to just call them.

A few even add me on MSN, but heck, we barely talk. Why? Because they want sex, and since they have no pictures on their profile, I won’t give a shit because I think about worst case scenario. They are old, fat, bald, and have gonorrhoea. If they were at least a bit attractive, then ok. I still won’t have sex with them.

PS: The oldest guy I ever had sex with is 32 years old.

I have these 40-year-olds begging, pleading.

By the way, I’m not a very good sex partner, I have to admit. I just lay there. Make groaning noises. Plus, usually my parners are like so fucking ugly, so I feel confident in my own skin, but only one of them turned out to be quite decent-looking.

One night stands are really one night stands. There is never, ever a second time. I won’t let that happen. I always ignore constant pleads for MORE sex. I don’t know. Am I that sexually attractive? Please.

Shit. Now I have a runny/blocked nose and my face is so puffy and my eyes are watery and I just want to sleep, but I can’t, because I have to do my Marketing, but I’m actually procrastinating by blogging, since this is an addiction, a lifestyle. (Referring to blogging, gundu, not sex.)

Plus, it’s a love-hate relationship I have with every gay in the world.

When one approaches me, I’ll push him away. When I happen to like one, I’m too shy to do anything at all. So, I’m basically a screwed individual who needs to get laid. Wait. I’ve done that already. But how can sexual intercourse be enjoyable, when you’re not doing it with the one you truly love?

I can’t love someone, but they can try to win my heart… and my heart is so susceptible sometimes. However, if I don’t feel no fucking chemistry, then I cannot LIE to myself. I’m on the path on finding out who I am in addition to everything else… so it’s HORRIBLE to deceive my conscience and deny my status.

I won’t die a happy, satisfied death.

Ok, today is so frustrating.

I dragged my heavy-assed bag to school to find that people were wearing green (hilarious!) and only Wen Hao from my group came. Where da gyrls at? Tsk. What the hell. I only spent 1 and a half hours in school. Scratch head.

Then I took Bus 39 to catch some ZZzzzz s since it took a long-winding route to Yishun. Thank goodness for Pasir Ris.

How is it fair that I did closing, which was so late, and had to wake up at 6.30 AM for school. Unfair. Barely my beauty sleep. I feel like punching some talk show host, who is not Ellen nor Tyra.

So why the hell did I waste a good pair of contact lens today?

I feel unwell. Not sick. Not tired. Just unwell.

PS: OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE. STOP SEARCHING JEREMY ANG ARENA ALREADY. My blog has nothing to do with him. I will strangle the person who keeps stalking my poor darling Jeremy Ang, then pounce on their throats.

I am very protective over my reality TV show guys ok?

American Idol is rocking now. Whee. I hope a guy wins this year, because they’re all so damn good. Not because I’m gay or anything, just that most of the girls just SARK.

My blog is boring.

Because nothing interests me much any more.

So just, die. Please. Just go die.