Yseterday night, after work, I chionged to Changi Airport, strutting my cute little gay butt down the long dead-yellow tiles of the dead-yellow floor of Changi Airport. Did I roll again? No. I was there to meet Jocelyn and Kai En and blog stuff. They chopped seats at Coffee Bean since 5 PM, and by the time I got there, it was midnight.

The usual sights of sleeping ahpeks, a bitchy Malay manager who thinks she can get away with calling me a parrot, and me not spending anything except on a Burger King breakfast. iMovie is fun when I videoed a few bitches being bitchy in their bitchy Mandarin. Tsk. Adults can be bitches too you know. I would post the video, but it’s quite pointless, since you can only hear me flame the people on Youtube. Did I mention I have 6 different accounts to access Wireless@SG?

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Lol. Mother came into my room, squeezed my cheeks and told me I’ve grown fatter in my face area. Like I keep on withdrawing money for food, it’s relentless obligation to my own indulgence, seriously. Para/Dancing is not a problem for me, strangely. You think I would splurge on that, but truth be told, I can handle those type of expenses.

Please don’t mind the picture. I wanted a side profile, but the sunlight was too strong, regardless of the torrential yada-yada boom boom storm outside. I want to see a rainbow. In a deeper sense than what you really think.

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I would like all readers to direct their attention to this blog post of mine long ago:

i would like topic 3 very much thank you.i wonder if www.quotient-rule.blogspot would be included..
Rstairline | 07.08.07 - 9:24 pm | #

This Rstairline guy thinks I’m one of Xiaxue’s disgusting blogger thingies.

Then this mysterious link appeared in my Referrers:

http://vivisimo.com/search?v%3aproject=vivisimo-com&v%3afile=viv_782%4027%3a6i70kd&v%3aframe=list&v%3astate=%28root%29%7cN37&id=N37&action=list&

After much research in Google, by typing “Rstairline”… (you can do it yourself, I can’t be bothered to link) I now know it’s the ADM Ronald, the one who I shared my Marketing #2 with. Tsk. I’m so disappointed to know, but I guess he knew Quotient Rule by Chrystabelle. And people don’t usually respect gays, even if they are gay themselves, I guess? I honestly don’t know how to phrase this, because I didn’t do anything to Ronald except take 1 innocent picture of him and his Marketing group, and you can’t even see his face.

I think a lot of the Singaporean gay community really hates my guts, even if I don’t really do anything to them. The ones I slept with, the ones I pang-seh-ed, oh God, and Gabriel, gosh I bet he hates me now. And Arius and all the other gays that I’ve done wrong. I really wish I could start over, but gays are another sort of bitchy all together, I guess.

….

Ronald is not gay, by the way. Or is he? I don’t know. All I can (bother to) say is, “HAJAR.”

This picture is a pre-picture, at a lack of better words, then later, I bought some nice Malay food from the Malay stall at the Tampines Interchange. Lol. The Aunties there say my ribbon is styl-o. I bet, I really really bet. Nothing like a game of Para and an Espresso Frappucino to keep me going. I lent my camera to Standley to take pictures of the beautiful MacDonald House outside Dhoby Ghaut MRT, and the building has been used for Advertising for Citibank and Expressions: how sad it must be to sell out to sponsors.

IRONY.
I talked about Ronald.
And MacDonald (House.)

GOSH, VOXY, LAY OFF. Do you not geddit?

Standley showed me a Para machine at Dhoby Ghaut MRT. GOSH. How nice was it to dance Para there. No one saw. But that’s sad. I want an audience, and I definitely, didn’t get it there. =( I sweated a lot, my armpit smelled bad and I went home like a sweaty, smelly swine. Whoo.

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Urgh. I really have to stop dreaming about gays. And gay experiences.

I was in the back of a car, with dunno who in front, then there were these two guys. I sat at the extreme left, the middle one was this short cute cute shy with glasses guy… then the right one was a potential beng with the gold necklace and dyed brown hair.

Dunno. I was playing around with the guy in the middle, and the one on the extreme right was doing the same. There was no jealousy…

Something happened?

Scene from car, to table.

But when the guy in the middle wanted to leave the table (!!!!!!), I asked him, “Can hug?“

He was holding clipboards and stuff, so he stood there a while, but then let me hug him for a moment. Bye. And patches of his hair flew away. It’s nice to be in love…

Sigh. I really need love, but I don’t know where to find it.

He’s like talking at the top of his lungs among the silence, besides my noisy typing. I had no idea my typing fingers were like so loud. I swear, it’s the keyboard, not my pressure. I can’t help it if I type at the speed of light, can I?

SO NOISY PLEASE SHUT UP. ^^

Oh he finally did. Yay.

Oh no, he didn’t.

GOSH I wish his mouth would stop talking for 15 minutes. This is a prime example of a minority of Singaporeans. Hajar you.

Overslept today, I was being troubled by Layout & Design class. And I even found time to Photo Booth. Lol your grandma la. I like this shot because it makes me look straight, regardless of My Red Ribbon. Yes, sir.

It was 12 PM and submission time and people already hung their Pablo Picasso layouts on the wall, wow, all so nice. I wish I had thought out of the box. The problem with me is, I don’t explore, because I’m too scared I’d do something wrongly. But in Design school, ‘wrong’ is the new ‘right.’ You wish.

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Yeah. I’m outside Cartel using the wireless@SG to blog. [I can access it via Qmax, Starhub, Singtel and iCell LMAO.) (YESTERDAY) But I have to ask myself, have I turned to vlogging? Like, obviously. But will it last. I mean, I have the tools. iSight, iMovie, like, what can’t I do with this wonderful MacBook that that Otaku sold to someone for a ridiculously low price.

Now that I have a MacBook, despite not winning the Youth.SG thing, I’m quite solid. Vlogging rocks, sure, and it’s so much fun to do so, but the post-processing takes way too long. I mean, the time taken to blog one long-winded entry is NOTHING compared to the repeated watching of video. Though entertaining, I think I’ve lost another “side” of me. Not lost. Just hiding under a grey rock. Why grey? Why not.

Oh, funny funny. Minglong said Hi to me yesterday night, and Shannon Elizabeth Wee added me on Facebook. Won’t you get a Facebook and add me too? Oh goodness Shannon is such a camwhore. Unlike me, she has someone to camwhore with.
OK.
Yeah.

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I’m missing in action. No I’m not.

Watch this video 04:46, with background music, Fergie’s Glamorous… it explains how I spent my Friday night. It speaks for itself.

I guarantee you’ll be laughing your big fat asses off.

It was Airport time, with Kain, Joclyn and Frooz. I omitted the “E”s. Hmm. After consultation with Layout lecturer, and helping Eleazar cut images for her Basic Video, it was Airport time. We all waited downstairs of Tubby’s home for him to change (he wore a “tight” shirt, huh wtf? No.) so a bus 27 happily drove us there.

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LOL. I’ve gone mad, and VSCP1 lecturer even treated us drinks (although I declined, I feel so bad…) but the nuggets and fries fulfill us well. $50 paid for the bill, though the cost was much less. Tsk my classmates who suck USUK of money. Oh well. More profits to Jupiter Cafe, eh?

And now I’m at Eleazar’s place helping her do BaVid.

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ooooh yessssss ah
ooooh yessssss ah

I’m doing duty right now and I couldn’t help but Photo Booth.

But I have so much more to say than this.

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