I change. I turn 18. I blog differently. We will all start blogging differently some time in our lives. It’s just so — like my Creative Writing lecturer used to teach us. Just so stories.

I’m pretty scared for tomorrow’s Public Speaking class. Firstly, it’s at IT-school, unfamiliar territory (well, almost, apart from me eating ITAS canteen) but I wish I see 5 or 6 familiar faces. Making friends all over again leh. Hmph. That’s the downfall about CDS : takes you away from your already-so-uncomfortable comfort zone and places you with strangers from 4 other schools.

I can see you are responding well. A bit nerve wrecking. Oh and the freaking introductions. I am shy lar please. Call me Ed.

Today, met 2 primary school friends just by accident. And we boarded the train together, and I made fun of a guy’s white armpit hair and everyone now knows that I cannot be a gardener because I cannot trim bushes ;).

I also think that people who Para at Zone-X at Dhoby are nooby. That’s not to say that Tampines Para people aren’t. DDR looks boring to me, but people without fail, manage to break into a hot sweaty rampage of dancey goodness.

Dancing game rocks. Even Audition!!! It’s been a long long time since I played that. Lol. My love for K Pop never dies. YALOR, HOW CAN MAC SUPPORT THE GRAPHIC ACCELERATION!!! ONLY WINDOWS CAN PLAY GAMES…

This is the reason why I play Runescape instead, this wonderful piece of Java smelly belly.

And my Prepress, I’m too afraid to touch because my ambition scares me.

I told you I saw a primary school girl just now. She told me I really changed. I think I was a very silent mousey mousey type of sissy boy … and oh Lord, I got bullied and cried. I’m so… Read the rest of this entry »

Isn’t it scary, to know, that … I’m no longer blogging as usually as I used to?

Maybe it’s the mundaneness of my life. Mundanity. Fine.

I just find that there’s no longer any incentive for me to continue blogging as I do.

Like honestly … I’m of no interest to anyone any more.

So I’ll be hiding behind a stage of obscurity.

Oh yes, what happened.

Hmm.

I spent my $25 Cartel voucher on some October babies. And it was fun. I got to experience the sadness of salty fries mixed together with with a good helping of New York Cheesecake — oh the citrusy lemony goodness.

Otherwise, I bought membership for Runescape, no thanks to influence of Eleazar’s brother.

I just feel freaking uninspired and have resorted to teeny Java games to kill an excuse of an intangible amount of this monster called ‘time’.

If you don’t see me blogging, going out with my gays, or on MSN, you know I’m doing Runescape. I mean Prepress. Gosh I am so sadded.

And I fell sick, still am. The way my muscles ache drive me insane, I can’t even lie on my bed, thinking of sweet dreams any more. Now when I close my eyes, all I see are the moving images of the horrendous graphics of Runescape. Gah. I am tormented.

Something is not right with me.

Since when was the last time you’ve seen me camwhore and post it up on my blog? Something’s not right, you know? Maybe I’m ugly. But when has that EVER stopped me from posting my fucking uglyness online? Ooh.

Remind me I have a porno of myself on the Net. If people knew.

Now my neck is cramping, and I’m too weak to work on my abs anymore. *faints*

I look sadly at my abs. Hah. Looks like fats up close. But from far look like six-pack.

*faints again*

I haven’t Para-ed in 2 days. I’ve been stuck at home playing Runescape. But I told you already, haven’t I?

These are the times that I’m so glad I have a part-time job. Breathe the sickening Tampines air once more. Anyway, I love to make money. The money pays for my eyesight. Though I have to remind Momo not to buy any more contacts, because my vision has significantly worsened (for the worse.)

There’s still 3 boxes to go.

Must be Para. The screen on the machine so fucking bright sia. Anyone who play surely get myopia. But strangely, most people who play that don’t wear specs. Because they’re probably using contacts, like I.

A Mona Lisa smile these Disney Princesses must master in their debut videos.

Sigh. Disney is at it again. Now Ashley Tisdale’s song “He Said She Said” is on mainstream radios everywhere, not sure whether Perfect 10 plays this, but MTV Asia does.

When I took a look at her horrendous slutty video [it's a natural transition that most Disney Channel blondes go through] … oh crap. Literally. I almost wanted to crap in my pants. I didn’t know that a lack of clothes on a 22-year-old could make her a totally different person.

She isn’t the Maddie from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody anymore.

Neither is she Sharpay from the High School Musical series. Oh deary me.

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I am not a top blogger. Yay. And sigh. Because I believe all top bloggers have really boring lives? Well, that can’t be true. Because I haven’t been blogging … well, yes. I miss this space. This space to type my creative freedom and yada yada the goat ate my breast and the King had sex with Albus Dumbledore, whoopee.

So, before I begin digressing any further, I’ll bring you back to Thursday afternoon.

Whoops. I uploaded a wrong version of the photo. The un-Photoshopped one. But it’s OK. I rushed after NO_CLASS of Prepress, to Giant Hypermart @ Tampines (no duh, you stupid carpet.) And I was there making so much noise while Perlin, Sherlyn and Sashi picked the groceries.

WE WERE GOING COOKING!

AT SASHI’S HOUSE!

How exciting laaaa. I always wanted to be either a chef, chef de partie, housewife, general practitioner, full time blogger or a fireman when I grew up. Oh. Heh. Maybe a graphic designer [in my dreams.]

Ok, the fireman occupation was a lie. But come to think of it, I really don’t mind putting out fires. And to think I had a fear of Bunsen burner is Lower Secondary. Oh geez Voxy, you overcome your fears well.

So, like I was saying…

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Pardon the weird titles. It’s my nature.

The Sun was motherfucking scorching today, so after my super quick game of Para (yes, I know I had a deadline today, and I still managed to Para before it, GOD, the nerve of me, the Para addict) I was waiting for my Bus 15, and I just love the morning shadows.

Love love love.

Everyone was rushing their Prepress assignment #2, but Cloud was nowhere to be seen. Hmm.

And another thing is, I’m really not used to people saying my work is nice, because I usually don’t know how to respond. It’s very new to me, to have myself be told that my work is nice from others’ mouths.

Yup. I had to redesign Pocky’s … well, design. Jane called me a “graphic designer.” Yes, Jane. That’s what I want to be. ^^ And it wasn’t easy using only 1 Pantone color. And I even had to die-cut a heart. It was sibeh tulan. (And I think I used that Singlish wrongly.)

I realised I was late for my meeting with Perlin, Sherlyn and Sashi.

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Hi all. I’m feeling better. Regardless of being scolded FOUR (fucking__) times by the Inventory Manager, and being slapped by the chef and got called “gay” by him. The chef slapped ME!!! What the hell, right? If “unsuitable working conditions” isn’t a good enough to quit, than I don’t know what else is.

Oh, I know.

Being given work whenever I DON’T put the days that I have given to work.

(in a Filipino tone) : “Oh my Gaaaaad.”

PICTURE TIME! I guess I owe a lot, a lot, a lot of pictures. Well, I filtered them all and selected the worthy few! So, on with the show!

My wonderful Packaging, I got a C for. Sure it may look nice outside, but inside is forbidden and rotting with UHU and tape. Cellophane tape!

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OMG KNN CCB. How dare they put me on a Monday night. I never gave my schedule as that. Are they mistaken or are they stupid? I clearly stated to Jos, that it’s FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SUNDAY morning and nothing else. And here I am, in my sister’s room blogging about WTF WTF WTF how, why and WTF WTF WTF.

I don’t want to work today. This is not right. I don’t get the logic behind this shitty workplace of mine.

Although Asst Manager asked me why I couldn’t work other days besides the given ones, I gave a very truthful answer. I DO have school, and I have deadlines too, you know.

Oh my fucking God, you motherfuckers are so damn lucky that my deadline for Prepress got extended for Hari Raya. I cannot imagine what I would do if it wasn’t ………. :[

Do you not pity me at all?

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Hari Raya Puasa is quite fun. But slowly losing it’s excitement. I love my relatives. All of them. I love my single-eyelidded cousins in those clothes. How fun.

But nevertheless, it hasn’t been the same ever since my last living grandmother passed on. Now all I have of that place are just memories; untouchable, but cherished nonetheless. Love you all very much.

Tonight, my sister and I were bickering over which arcade to go to play our Para Para Paradise. I was eager to show off my new routine, a routine that I memorised from Youtube. POPTEEN!

Tampines Mall? Too expensive.

Jurong Point? Too far.

Dhoby? Reasonable.

Ang Mo Kio? Spoilt machine.

Orchard Cineleisure? Another spoilt machine.

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Ahh. How beautiful life is. But not when the arcade is unusally crowded. On Thursday afternoon, before work started, I decided to casually play my Para Para Paradise at Tampines Mall’s E-Zone like I usually do. However, I suddenly see the regulars.

Deborah, the 15-year-old “pro” who is just amazing on the machine. She smokes Viceroy. I find her attitude to be some kind of faux/poseur ah-lian .. and she likes to wear slutty clothes to reveal her fats. At least be more aware of your body. That’s my only problem with her.

Then there’s this Malay guy who has such robotic moves. Oh. Yes. He can sweat like mad on the machine. He’s got the style. And I saw him pass Velfarre 2000 (Hard), a song I always fail.

Another one is this frail girl with specs. Hui Shan says her body looks stiff while dancing. Which I kind of agree on.

And another, a rather almost-lian, but very young and has a sexy nose stud, although a super tiny type of stud, like my eyes. My tiny eyes. You wish. She’s spicy. I like her physique. Ok, enough.

And we all took turns dancing. Deborah is a hog, taking my stages like it’s some kind of parade. My money leh. Cheebye la. Go get your own. Go dance somewhere else. Let me shake my gay butt in peace. Oh haha. I think I must be the only gay boy in the whole world who bothers to play on the Para Para machine. Well. There are a lot of boys who play, but they dance so “straightly” like so hip-hop freestyling in the octagon of the machine.

I even made friends with a regular customer of mine (who happens to para also, what are the odds!) and the arcade’s staff daughter, who gets free games of Para occasionally. Well. Who won’t?

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