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I'd rather be grumpy all the time if my out of bed hair would consistently look like this.

Une fille comme les autres

Une Fille Comme Les Autres from Jalouse blog on Vimeo.

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People taking pictures of your Chinese New Year loot... Please stop.
There is no reason for you to show the world how much you got in your red packets unless of course you the rude sapling of rich parents and you absolutely love to get your ego stroked because of your lack of parental attention.
We really don't care, but I would understand if your whole point was for you to get the attention of gold-digging hoes which makes sense because your personality is comparable to a log in the first place.

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So many cute kids - means I'm the last one standing in the Fong family.
And so as they say... Wait long long lah.

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Desiccated

This is a screenplay(?), based on a true story. It revolves the main character taking the side stage and narrating the story as it is acted out behind him. Reflecting both the emotions of past and present. This is, of course incomplete work - it only has the dialogue, it came to me on my bus-ride to work.

"Hi my name is Daniel and I recently came out of the closet. This was a recent development, I hadn't always known I would be who I am.

I've had several girlfriends, more than most men ever would have. It's definitely not that the girls I've been with irked me - they are amazing creatures. Most of all, there's always a part of me that owes everything to one special girl.

She'd been my life for over a 3 years. She was no match for me based on appearance itself. She's a classic and she moved with such grace. She was such a trophy and in bed, she was out of this world.

Honestly, she'd been a dream. Supportive, ever-loving, patient and accommodating. She constantly had to put up with my control-freak of a mother. She'd spend extra time on my academic flaws even though it meant neglecting hers.

She knew me so well inside and out that I suspect that she always knew I wasn't as straight as I should be - but that never stopped her from loving me. I've made really awkward requests before; nevertheless, once she'd recovered from the shock she would do her best to work towards my happiness.

Sad to say, I'd been selfish enough to cheat on her several times. Sometimes she knew and sometimes she didn't. But it was enough to hurt her over and over - sapping the very life out of her. It is unfathomable as to why I did what I did. At times, I would feel my attraction towards her were based upon a more fraternal relationship. Confused, I would shift my attention to other women to see if I felt the same about all of them. Of course, this will never justify my actions.

It was sooner or later that she would leave me and when she did, her absence eclipsed over my life.

I spent the next few years waddling in and out of relationships with women but the hole was never filled. Until I found Brandon.

Can't be certain if I really am gay or it's just that no other woman has been able to patch the hole she'd left."

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These are the only things I bring to Terence's when I stay over. 

A change of clothes, my wallet, phone and keys.

Going over to Terence's makes me more lazy than going on vacation. 

Cause Everything's Dazzling

My favourite frames. I never leave home without a pair.

Once And For All

Artist: Clock Opera

Track from Album: (Single)

The song and video broke my heart - broke it hard. 

now I'm sure of my place in the world
I'll raise up my flag and I'll watch it unfurl
I know what I want and I think what is true
now I'm sad of my love for you
but there is no once and for all
there is no once and for all"

Content Not Covers

Some time ago I had a night out with the girls and we went back to this cafe with one really cute employee. I got my flirt on (which really means I was just being coyish because I am a coward) and hoped for the best but that was rudely put to a stop by a quick search on Facebook. This guy has rubbish for interests and is disgusting online.

Then there's another story... I was on the bus heading home from school in my uniform and looking extremely shitty from fatigue. Someone finally found the seat beside me and together we sat through an excruciating journey. Somehow or rather both of our attention was placed on each other's ipods. Our ipods also began to move closer and closer to each other. We had a lot in common in terms of music taste and vivaciously approved of each other in body language. When my stop had finally arrived, I took one good look at him and we both smiled as if we'd enjoyed each other's company - in that moment I realised how attractive he actually looks. Back then I think I regretted for days for not doing anything and wished for the same to happen again for a week.

My point is, I don't judge by looks and whenever I do I get smacked back by the cosmic forces.

I judge based on music taste, character, body language and perception - everyone should know that...

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And So Everyone Should Speak Your Language?

It personally irks me to the bone when a main land Chinese person who can't speak English makes fun of someone else who tries to speak English to him.

I was in the line at a chicken rice stall during lunch time yesterday, in front of me was a Indian man who was desperately trying - using hand gestures - to make his order across to the stall holders. The stall assistant was a mainland Chinese fellow whilst the obvious in charge was a Singaporean (judgement all based on accents). The stall assistant completely ignored the Indian man when he started speaking and proceeded to clean parts of the stall. He then started to make fun of and laugh at the Indian man with the stall owner. He then decided to pull me in for the fun and asked me to translate his order into mandarin.

What is this nonsense?

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The Free Haircut

When I was still schooling in uniforms, appearance was something secondary but still always randomly checked. Ear rings were constantly thrown into confiscation, skirts were unpicked at the helms and some boys had their hair cut in the most unfashionable manner. Still, we were either too scared to tell our parents of such "pain" or we did tell them and got twice the lecture we ought to receive.

Today, parents are snapping back at teachers who cut their children's hair - can't tell if the world has become stupid or the parents are acting upon former unfinished business with their childhood and discipline masters; I hope for the latter.

Uniformity has served it's purpose of bringing people together. The choice of dressing up in one's own style is already the simple act of separating people. Sure, cliques are formed based mostly on character, similar views and shared interests. But this "expression in the form of clothing" strikes more differences between people. There's so much to judge on a person's attire and look. Gossip rises over slut factor, degree of quaintness, (the old immature story of) brands vs. none, stereotyping style with personality (how geeks/jocks/douches dress a certain way) and the ability to keep with the trends.

I'm all for uniforms - plus it gives me an excuse to look like rubbish anytime.

Rules are needed for uniformity and students are given fair warnings from hand books and constant reminders. If they are not enforced they will be useless and if it takes a more drastic approach to it why not? Singapore has this ridiculous penalty over gum and it works - we don't (or rather almost never) have gum in the country.

I don't see the problem with hair cutting and perhaps you may feel it is unjust of me considering that I am female and have never experienced such but it stands.
The most hair cutting does is to drastically reduce the self esteem of the young boy temporarily. True, it is much longer period than what any young girl would experience but need I remind you that once you're caught, it is most likely that you will again and again until you're back behind the lines.
If the young man isn't smart enough to find a stylish yet suitable hair style serve him right the same way as if I am (was) caught for a skirt too short because I'd forgotten to fold it down when eyes are looking.

Besides, it's good character building and creative thinking. We've all had silly but yet effective ideas to work around the system.

Notes: Singapore: Mum upset over school haircut for son - This wuss needs to go for national service ASAP.

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Why I Could Never Be Vegetarian

Firstly, hamburgers. Hamburgers to me is like a hot bod male with gorgeous locks reading a physics textbook whilst composing a acoustic solo, playing Call of Duty like a pro and giving cunnilingus all at the same time. I LIVE FOR HAMBURGERS.
Secondly, in Singapore vegetarian choices are often never financially justified. Compare a Vege Delight sub to a bowl of minced meat noodles or pay $6 for a small Caesar salad (without real bacon)
Thirdly, choices are hard to find. It's been very difficult for me to even try going vegetarian without Subway around (as my sure go to). There are only a few coffeeshops around my work place which have vegetarian stalls and they don't look quite as appetising at all.

New 03-09

For the past few days we've been slowly putting our office back together from the renovation we've had.

Our bookshelf divider which we'll first see when we enter. Definitely need to get more things to fit the pigeon holes. 

Make shift shoe rack. 

New heavy duty printers! Which means hope for us - we talk to much to technology that doesn't work the way it should. 

The main space in its mess and glory.

Pantry. The lay-out changed 3 times which gave me a personal headache for a time or so.

This is our "thinking room". It looked as barren as a jail cell previously and was a major concern. The colour gave it some life and the green grassy carpet makes it like a nursery. Now, my directing manager and director have a place for their kids as well!

Bread Spreads

This is one of the bakeries near the office. It bakes traditional loaves of ultra soft bread with the choice of alternate nonya kaya, hainanese kaya, jam and peanut butter spread (loads of margarine in-between). But my personal favourite is the raisin buns with large sugar crystals generously sprinkled.

Scumbag Subconscious

I hate it when my subconscious mind comes up with alternative endings or continuations to past experiences I don't appreciate having in the first place.

What is this illusion it is conjuring for my conscious mind. What is the point of it to be exact. All this 'what if's and 'could be' is thus disturbing the system of my current equilibrium.

What does dreaming about it even mean in the first place?

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Could get used to getting regular manicures.