I'm watching SG idol now and I must say, as a viewer, really, it is just so hard to listen to any more of it! I'm not going declare who now, but this girl yodels and screeches too much. I always believe that if a person can't reach a note and deliver it perfectly, they either go off tune or yodel. It's okay if you add it a little here and there but oh my god, just stop with the alpine mountain to mountain yodelling already! 

I don't know man, but it seems like a lot of them are so head over heels in love with their own voices that they're not delivering the songs to the best of their abilities and I'm not trying to insult the hosts but they really need to expand their vocabulary and stop with the gossip news among the idols because you see, we are not fucking interested! I hope I'm speaking for the other viewers as well but if you really did care then I’m sorry to say you’re miserable. 

This is what I think, Singaporeans don't care. We just don't! Our perspectives and expectations are so sensationalized by the American media that we're so used to the elite already. Yea and I really can't stand people who speak with an accent when you're so fucking Uniquely Singapore. 

Anyway, hah! This dude didn't even put his heart into singing his number. He just seemed like he wanted to end his song asap. I haven't seen anyone, choose the right song to match his or her vocal capacity. They've all either picked songs that are obviously sung by collectively first-class singers or songs that are way too polished for them. But man! I've always thought Simon Cowell as the baddest male judge but Ken has just taken the mean factor up a whole lot of notches! He is brutal and I like it =D But perhaps he should encourage the singers a little bit more.

The show hasn't ended yet so I'm just going to talk about the contestants a little bit more okay like this guy right now...I just don't get why they always want to play the damn guitar, I mean, just sing, JUST SING the goddamn song! You know, just because you've got similar voice texture to your idols doesn't mean you can plagiarize. Somebody learn from Adam Lambert please!

Okay enough, I conclude that the one to beat this year is either Tabitha Nauser or Syltra Lee.

Rrrrrr...Just started class today, we didn't exactly lunge into the topics and discussions of our majors just little reminders of what is to come in the coming semesters. This last year's going to be a lot easier on us, exclusive of drawing projects which I detest with all my heart because we constantly get self proposed themes which I can never understand. I can go on about the pros and cons of it all but I won’t because I’ve already gone through them with myself and it makes much more sense to me once than to reiterate them here.

On a lighter note! There are so many new faces in my class this term so I'm hoping to see more established topics being picked on rather than the past topics like "subconscioussss" or dreamsssss". It irks me. They’re irksome. Any sensible person would feel the same way.

Anyhow, I’m going to be busy with the thesis, proposals, discussions and whatnots so I hope I’ll make the best of my last year in Lasalle. Till next post!

I’m still feeling groggy (too much alcohol and too much fuss) from Saturday night’s partying and try as I might to try to remember what happened; it’s beyond my reach because the memory just won’t stick. Maybe just a little, like, me telling someone I needed to throw up and so in the next few seconds I purged continuously perhaps on the floor and perhaps in the bushes. Hopefully I didn’t leave any of it on someone but if I did then ookaay....

Before the overindulgent Saturday night, I caught The Dark Knight twice the previous day, I know, what the hell was I thinking right? Well apparently, I wasn’t thinking straight but I didn’t mind it at all since I had a second chance to feast my eyes on Heath Ledger’s dramatic talent on the big screen. It’s not just him that I got to enjoy; Christian Bale’s appealing face and all the excessive blowing up too. I did get a few heart leaps on my second screening because I was a little more awake than the first. I heard a few jokes that I missed out the first time.

Stretching my social life at the beach the next day was a big mistake and I am feeling somewhat sick to the stomach now owing to the lack of rest or maybe I haven’t been able to entirely rid off the liquor in my system yet.

Just an hour ago I felt the vomit but after typing out this entry and talking on the MSN forth and back, I feel a lot better. Who knew that the internet could be a place of curing!

Yesterday morning started with a jog around the Clementi Stadium after that a quick lunch at Jurong Entertainment Centre followed by a sauna sitting and a swim at Huimin’s place. I didn’t feel the aches until today but it didn’t seem like we did a lot of work. Although, I did weigh myself last night and look as if I did lose a little weight. I don’t think it’s the exercise though because it wasn’t much. We mostly sat in the sauna room, talking and trying to stay alive inside.

I did a whole lot of ironing today and I even told Fh that I thought of giving up. Sounds funny because it’s just flattening of fabric, right? But to go through each piece one by one is really mind-numbing. Anyway I’m glad they’re done and I can look forward to Dblo tonight.

You know sometimes I really have this extreme dislike of getting messages on the phone. I suppose I just have a problem with lots things. I dislike too many things that come about so naturally. Maybe I have a concrete idea as to why I have an aversion to the people and situations I come across but I choose to ignore the problem and when I ignore the problem, they’ll swim back to my remembrance and make me feel ill at ease.

In any case, can’t think or write much now because I’m getting hungry. Till next post!opeHop

I am feeling hungry now and I don’t know why because last night we had so much meat it’s RIDICULOUS. It felt like we had ourselves a full supply of food for a three day hike. I didn’t have a good sleep because of all the beef, pork, lamb, chicken, ham, just all the animal protein that they serve in Carnivore. The thought of meat last night after dinner made me want to gag so much; I had to not think about the vomit caught in my gullet for the rest of the night.

I think my stomach is okay now but I am not going to eat greatly today and I am looking forward to THE JOG tomorrow! I hope it will materialize because if it doesn’t, I will need to pray on the toilet bowl for a really, really long time.

Had lunch at Botak Jones with the trio today then Fh had to leave us for school. So we made our way to Raffles City for a bit of retail healing.

The prices for the clothes were so pricey; I don’t think I can afford them without slogging through a job for at least a year first. But there were quite a few pretty tops that I would’ve liked to splash out on if not for a strong strength of mind; I would’ve been penniless by now. Although it’s effortless to splurge, earning that same amount back in the future would be harder to get hold of.

After digesting most of our lunch we traipsed from Raffles City to City Link Geláre for the ice-cream waffle. Afterwards it’s more or less of a little window shopping in Marina Square. We walked till our stomachs hurt but I think it didn’t stop us from walking on because we were so free.

After all the heavy lunch and ice-cream, I need a good jog to shed the calories away.

I haven’t been mentioning school for a long time and I’m probably not going to talk about it now, ha-ha! After all, I’m still having my holidays and every time when I get near my school I wince at the sight of it. I have a love hate affiliation with Lasalle. It’s not just the school; it’s with people I know too.

Today I had lunch with Fh and Fjia at my Dad’s then we went to get cocoa powder for him and afterwards Fh went to school and I drove the rest of us back home.

The minute I got home, the cramp started to kick in and it literally kicked me hard. I had a lot of physical internal struggle so I wasn’t in the best of mood and vigour to do as much as I would’ve liked to. Like for example, vacuum the floor which I think I would’ve fainted midway and doing a bit of weights would’ve added more pain to me in the flesh. I’m still feeling a little sore from yesterday’s beach game even though I didn’t play a lot.

The weather condition these days is too cloudy for my taste. It gets gloomy too quick so you can’t have your jam of fun at the beach. I only enjoy the supper nights when the lame weather eases off.

I experienced a near asshat’s rude attitude just a few days ago and it got me so mad I couldn’t enjoy my fondue at Jo’s place. It’s sufficient enough that I feel blameworthy for calling off a date but to tell me to abstain from alcohol the night before another decided date was insufferable, it was like a slap in the face. He made me feel like I did it on purpose. It stings when a stranger makes these pointless comments. I don’t need people telling me what I should or shouldn’t do and I sure as hell can handle my own body, thank you. When it comes to other people’s business, in which it involves people that you know not, it’s better to stick your nose somewhere else.

I just wish for a better tryst in the future.

School has started for kids and I’m still wedged in a month of holiday. Can’t sleep most of the nights and most of the time, as tired as I am, I can’t fall asleep quickly at night and I end up feeling so restless with my eyes open that  I wished I could do without sleep. I would lay in my bed...start the retrospections with half closed eyes, time would gradually elapse and by the time I feel like I’ve finally won the war, it’s already 6am and I’d think to myself “WTF!! Did I win!?”

Who would’ve thought sleeping would be such a pain in the ass every so often plus like we haven’t got enough to worry about in the day already!

We went to the zoo last Thursday and I have to say, that the zoo haven’t changed at all. Other than the vast number of baboons, in which we spent a huge amount of our time gazing at, the other kinds seem to have subtracted in number. I get pleasure from looking at the monkeys the most especially the lemurs and the ones looking like they’re wearing white gloves. They look so out of character which was so damn endearing. Anyway we were almost drained after we got out of the zoo but we managed to make our way to Clementi for dinner at Botak Jones.

The next night we hung out at Phuture and it was one of the yuckiest nights ever. I wonder where the DJ left his flavour for music at.

R&B my ass.

So for the whole of today, I spent it with my Mom hanging around Bugis area and Plaza Singapura. I was surprised that we didn’t wind each other up while we were out shopping. We get along well but sometimes she can be a bit stubborn and for an obstinate person like me being with my Mom, things aren’t always pretty. She’ll give me her white eye after I present to her, my many phrases of disgruntlement, also that’s how it goes when we don’t see eye to eye on certain stuff which in fact happen quite habitually.

This is something I find quite encouraging because that’s one of our ways of communicating though not very healthy. Ha-ha! Not like we do this daily, although we seem to achieve it without prior notice quite often but at least we don’t ignore one another and the same thing goes for my other siblings as well. It’s just harmless bicker which we cannot survive without.

Like what they say about the Hulk, in which anger can easily be translated into courage and it does take a lot of courage to speak straightforwardly. It doesn’t always come in a mild way but somehow we have to get the point across. Who wants to be affronted by a gentle speech? It’s a little bit narrow-minded don’t you think? We’re always saying things like “if you have something to say, say it to my face!” so why not? But of course, do it to people who can take it. We don’t want someone departing from a panic attack because of our insensitivity.

McDonalds is not a fast-food outlet anymore.