This is L

Somebody was saying that my blog sounds sad. Perhaps, that's cause too many incidents which are pissing me off is happening too often recently. So, let us get into some "happier stuffs".

Back to main story:

This is L.



This is L from the Death Note anime.



This is L from the Death Note live action movie.



This is a cute L.



This is a really cute L figurine.



This is L as a figurine trying to pose as a bear in a cute mascot costume.


























This is someone trying to pose as L.



Not cute.

This guy really needs some sleep.

Some Band Competition

A while ago, I was busy, really busy with:



And, yeah, let's just say we were gonna make it big soon, real soon.

Until Guy A and Guy B had a rather big tiff-off over some triangle love equation. Then one of them threatened to leave the band. It made things bad, real bad. We spent quite some time pacifying things between them.

At the same time, I felt that going solo wasn't that bad afterall. I mean, when you're in a band, it is teamwork that counts. None of us could afford any "disappearing act" of any single team members when a competition draws near. Worst off, it wasn't just any typical disappearing act, it was those which came attached with personal feud.

The problem is, however, solved.

But there comes another new news:



What the fcuk? Nobody told us that when we submitted our application! Eventually, we were forced to withdraw from the competition.

This left me a very unhappy dude, very.

They wasn't even doing the job that they should have done which is to scrutinize every single sheet of application form before they even pass the O.K sign.

What the fcuk?

Those of you who know me would have been able to easily identify who's the root of this problem within our band. Let's just say that the root of the problem isn't feeling very good now. The root of the problem is very reprehensive, culpable, guilty.

I need some rest...

Summary of the week

I realized I have been blogging almost everday these days. Nevermind, let's recap, what had happened this week:

There was this 2* year old Chloe that is always being poked fun by some two dudes from my class. And the issue? It's the women's secret.

That was also a Far Mount who "...look like the innocent flower,
but be(is) the serpent under't(William Shakespeare, 1603, p.1.5.75)..."

Then, this teacher who is driving me crazy with citations.

An Eugene Tan Jen Hao who is trying to pick up various language, all at the same time by learning from his bloody irritating language-teaching software, while we are doing projects thus, never failing to drive the hell outta me.

Some other various miscellaneous acts which fed me up.

One heart broken dude whom manage to fall in love within one short week. Then, fall out of love within the following week.

This Kenneth who made me swear to not turn up for any future dates with him.

One such Andy whom made me drink orange juice till I puked. Good game though. Thanks for being there.

The poor patient who lost control...

A Doreen Low whom we poked fun at due to her scandalous relationship with Eugene... and introduing me to Peng Yu Yan(not literally)!

The very frequent random shock of encountering random pestiferous ex-classmates in random locations.

Feat of dealing with newly-discovered insights on myself.

Assignments and deadlines which could be stacked up to a mountain.

Most hated event of all - the examinations which is piling up on my piggy. =(

Perhaps Love?

I think I'm in love... again...?

No, it couldn't be and I mustn't let him be.

He's Mr Wrong.

Close up my eyes and the feelings will be gone.

That's for the least I could wish.

Please stop looking into his eyes again.

I wouldn't know what I should do.

I wouldn't know what I will do.

Don't wanna leave your gaze, don't wanna be with you.

Don't wanna let you go, don't wanna be the other girl.

That is what I stand for

Somebody was suggesting that I was over-reacting over certain issue happening on a particular day... It may seem so to you, but definitely not to me.

I think the mistake which I can identify I've made so far, was that I shoudn't have blogged too much on my personal thoughts out of a moment of anger. I could have pondered on my views before I even started blabbering them out on the internet. I should have accepted the fact that to be human is to err. And there is, unfortunately, no perfection in humanity. I must, must and must learn to be more forgiving.

It's always easier said than done.

When you had led a life like mine, you'll understand how disturbing it is to witness this vicious cycle of injustice going on. Thus, to others, I seem to blow up at times unexpectedly and unreasonably. I can't blame them for their perspective of me, they ain't me, they know no good of me. It's universally understandable and unchageable fact.

However, humans should all learn to behave and act upon what they believe in. If you think something is not right or very wrong, you don't play Simon Says and follow the masses. You should stand up and fight for you beliefs, what you hold dear to. Why would you allow someone to act on what you're against? Shouldn't you be defending what your faith lies in?

Still, I could blame humans no more. Not every being is brave enough to stand up against the majority and voice out their own opposing opinions.

So, I want you all to know; I'm one who dare advocate to others what I believe in. Even if it ultimately fails to convince my audience or trammels up dire consequences which I've to face. For the least I can do in my life is to follow what I think and know is the way to go and should go.

Have you been following your heart today?

p.s Kenneth, I'm so not going to any damn clubbing event with you ever again.

p.s.s Andy, let's hit the pub this weekend. No alcohol, orange juice please.

Things have their ways...

Just an hour or so ago, two person who shouldn't be sorry, confessed that they were sorry. I'm sorry to hear that they are sorry.

Good grief. Though the anger hasn't been fully appeased, yet the involvement in such heart-warming frankness is enough is bring me joy. I'm glad that candid people are still alive these days. I thought they were all dead.

It's a great gift from [insert your respective God's name(if you are atheist or free thinker, replace it with "myself")] that anybody could be candid to you. Our world had been infested with too much hypocrisy that genuine confessions could be harder to get than white truffles.



White truffles. A delicay which one could spend almost a lifetime searching for. Extremely rare.

Oh wait, what the heck. Another dude coming for apology. Ho. I'm at peace. Okay, I ain't gonna blog anymore. Don't wanna risk the exposure of my private life to blogging. All I can say is: I'm glad almost everybody's at peace, frank and forgiving.

Moral of the story: Honesty is the best policy(cheesy, but true).

School Starts Again

!@#$%^&*

Here and today, school started again. I'm feeling as depressed as ever. Though I don't seem to appear to be in school, but I'm certainly affected by it. I'm even going to the length of putting up a false front to entertain myself.

Great job.

Nuff of the rantings, I think I will move on to... more rantings.

Remember my previous rants on the project we had to complete during the Holidays? Yeah, that one. It was a newsletter.

Initially, we were required to do four pages. Instead, what done was a forty pages article which sums up to a monthly magazine. Dearly as it could be, we were indeed, as expected, been given a warning by our Ma'am to get rid of the lengthy length and follow the instructions as instructed.

Yes, we were careless on our part to have not read the instructions. Yet, flexibility could be exercised in such situations and allow us to submit our hardwork. But as you can see, I live in a nation where such enthusiasm wasn't appreciated. Everbody is expected to just follow the law.

Talking about fostering creativity within students.

Screw the grimness and the system, literally.

A Temporary Relief

For the past few days, breathing was a rather arduous task to me. It seemed to exhaust me out, making each huff and puff heavier than before. At times, my heart skipped a few beats and there after, its paced quickened and louden.

No, it isn't Cupid's Arrow which had struck me, again. Rather, I have been suffering from anxiety which came along during the course of my project work. It's lame, I know. That ain't the first time in my life which I'm doing project work. I just didn't want to, and the sheer fact of it being impossible to not do it made me felt worse.



Everbody sianing while working on the project.

Until yesterday, that stress didn't catch up with me. We had finally completed this assignment.



Eugene couldn't believe we completed the project.

Good grief, all is finally done. Happily being happy about what's done, I eventually siammed of to meet up with someone(s) to rave along the streets of Orchard while doing some constructive activities which I'm told to not blog about.

Until something hit me hard on the head:

When tomorrow passes, it's the new school term.

Fcuk.

No wonder they say happiness is short-lived.

Chong Pang BBQ

Used to be located at the centralized area where all budget seafood restaurants gathered, Chong Pang BBQ Buffet Steamboat had since relocated to 153 Boon Keng Road when that area, Marina Bay, was decentralized(due to I.R project).




Chong Pang BBQ Buffet Steamboat at 153 Boon Keng Road.

On top of that, the prize had increased from the previous $13 per meal, per person to the current $16 per person, per meal. This $16 included free flow of drinks per meal, per person contrary to the $13 charge previously which lacked this offer.




There's even complimentary TV show airing throught your dinind experience.

The environment was okay. But it somehow lacked the ämbēäns which was present during my dining experience at Marina Bay. You know, those of coziness, heatiness and sweatiness.




Halal?

A "no pork, no lard" sign could be sighted below the "Chong Pang" sign. But a "Halal Certified" certificate was definitely not spotted by me.

But there, during my feasting time, I had definitely observed a very damned bloody incident going on:

Being a seafood lover myself, I frequently went back and forth from my seat to the buffet area to top-up my many repeated servings of clams and mussels for my own consumption. I was rather baffled by the many empty mussel shells without fleshes being left on the buffet dish as there wasn't any trace of mussel flesh near in sight. As in, it didn't seem like an unitentional occurance.

Until, I spotted this lady who appeared(superficially, only) to be cultured and well-mannered through her sense of dressing. By the sight of her genuine hand-carried Louis Vuitton bag, I suppose she was rather well-off financially. Little would I expect that the unsolved case of the missing mussel fleshes was a direct result driven by her action.

SHE, was literally using tongs to remove the fleshes away from the mussels themselves. After the removal process, she gluttonously placed every tiny wee bits of the fleshes on her plate, leaving the shells intact within the buffet dish.

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KNNBCCB, YOU FCUKING FATHER-FCUKER. YOUR FUCKING MOTHER NEVER FCUKING TEACH YOU NOT TO FCUKING EAT WHILE BEING FCUKING CONSIDERATE DURING A FCUKING BUFFET AH?!

Besides the disgust her actions had brought, it had also resulted in the many undesirable consequences to other mussels-loving-customers who were unlucky enough to be eating with her under the Chong Pang BBQ Buffet Steamboat roof at the same time.

Firstly, the kitchen crew did not refill the mussels as they thought that there were still plenty consumable amount of them left for the customers. No, I'm not saying it's their fault. I mean, they serve a hell load of customer throughout each day and they will not be able to tell there wasn't any more damn meat inside the damn shells. Because, it had been left there as though they were untouched!

Thus, no mussels for the rest of the day.

Then, while she was doing her pickings and pluckings, she took up all the time in the world. At that time, she was holding onto the only tongs left the vicinity of the seafood section. Me and the other customers had to wait for the bitch to do all her acts before we even get to pick other stuffs.

Most of all, she had caused extreme condemnation towards her existence as a fellow human being by the witnesses of her immorality. And one of the those within the angry mob was namely, ME.

FCUKING BITCH, I HOPE THAT WHENEVER SHE EATS SEAFOOD, SHE WOULD BE CHOKED TO DEATH BY THEM. SHE SHALL, TOO, BE FORCED TO SWALLOW ALL THE EMPTY MUSSEL SHELLS SHE HAD LEFT ON THE BUFFET DISH DURING HER AFTERLIFE IN HELL!

I went there and paid $16 to enjoy my meal in contentment. I bet every single one of them who went Chong Pang did wish the same as me. But your actions had caused every single seafood lover distress during the course of their meal.

Bitch, we all paid for the same amount of money for this meal, no more nor less. So what or who the fcuk gave you the authority to do such self-centered acts in the presence of beings who are of equal status to you. Would it be such killier-task to just bring back the shells of the mussels along with the flesh to your table for your consumption? Are the shells to heavy for you to carry? To make it worse, you and your companies sat so damn fcuking close to the buffet dishes, specifically the one which held the mussels. Will you be crippled to even walk such short distance repeatedly?

No offence. but there was indeed one handicapped man who was present on the day I went for my food. He was sitting on a wheelchair. Yet, he was able to make frequent rountines back and forth to the buffet dishes without any help of others.

YOU DAUGHTER OF A WHORE WHO MAKES FELLOW HUMAN FEELS AHAMED OF BEING A HUMAN!

Notheless, I will still suggest people going to Chong Pang for their steaming sessions, if you know what I mean. Heehee. The service was family like, very. The speed of them "reloading" their food is swift(except for mussels which wasn't their fault), making Seoul Garden ashamed of themself.

Anyways, do try their Sesame Chicken and Pepper Chicken. Don't forget their curry. mussels and clams! They are great! Their variety of buffet dishes has also decreased a damn lot. They left out the Tom Yum Chicken which was one of my favourite which was avaible previously at Marina Bay.

=(



The mussels I've eaten that day stacks up to 2 rolls of toilet paper.

Oh, and by the way, Chong Pang is moving again. I heard that it was because the land that they are situated in is JTC's land and that JTC wants it back. New address with effect from mid July is as follows:

11 Lorong Lew Lian
Singapore 536493

Kissing prawns, aww...

Well, see you there! No, this wasn't a paid ad by them. I simply adore eating at Chong Pang, especially the mussels! ^^

Lee Pace <3

I love Lee Pace.



At least, for the time being until I'm sick of him.



He's hot. And he even bakes pie! Fine, only in Pushing Daisies then. But he's hot anyway.



It has been a darn long time ever since I've fancied an and moh star. The last time was when Leonardo DiCaprio starred in Titanic.



Anyways, Lee Pace makes me wet my pants/skirt. Ha.



So what are you waiting for, go become part of the Lee Pace Fan Club at http://lee-pace.org/.

Lag News Report

I know I'm kind of lagging behind, but not as laggy as those people who are still trying to catch him:

Nevertheless, people considered the failure to capture him was because there was a lack of possible disguises which he may take as cover. I mean, two disguises above were ain't enough for us to see through his tricks!

Thus, helpful dudes came up with a list of possible disguises:

6 new looks.

This one's a classic:

Detailed.

Neat. There may also be upcoming Mas Selamat films:

What can I say? This is what you call "苦中作乐(bitter middle make happy)".

Comics Franchise?

Oh look, they even published the comics for Pushing Daisies:

And what's greater that it isn't available in my small little piece of land.

Sweet.

Many Things Happened

Woot! It has been long since I've ever blogged something with content and I hasn't forget I've promised tobe back to blog about something with content!

On of the things happened while I was gone was that I became an avid fan of Pushing Daisies

No, not literally. But the ABC series of Pushing Daisies.





Actually, more of a fan of the male lead of the show, Lee Pace. I can do much of the show without the rest of the crews like Anna Friel, Chi McBride or even Kristin Chenoweth.


Heehee.

I've never ever liked watching any ang-moh drama series in my whole life. I swear, not even Lost, Heroes or Desperate Housewives, those known as the greatest hits of all time. When a person like me say something's good, something's really good. Use me as the gauge.

The plot goes as pie maker Ned was born with the ability to revive dead things back to life with just one touch of it. Though, there are rules to observe with his gift: First touch, life. Second touch, death, forever. So, Ned teams up with a private investigator(by chance), Emerson to solve a series of murder case down the series. Eventually, there was a case which involved Ned's childhood sweetheart, Chuck. To avoid spoilers, I will stop right here.

What can I say about this show? It's filled with themes of darkness such as death, murder, schemes, rivalry, etc. BUT, the sheer vibrant colours of the background, characters and flowery languages contradict all else. You know, it's like watching Sweeny Todd on the TV screen. No singings and dancings though. But it makes you forget the all-so-sadness about death. You may even forget that murder was a crime!

Yeah, about the character. This damn series provided full coverage into the insights of almost each and every character unlike those of the usual TV series where characters come and go. Usually these insights are brought to us by the narrator of the show. The insights were like puzzle pieces which you pick up each small part of them on different occasions of each episode. Pleasantly surprising.

On the language which is one of the most beautiful part of the show, here goes one example:

Ned: I asked you not to use the word zombie, it's direspectful. Gamboling around, squawking for brains, that's not how they do. And undead, nobody wants to be un-anything. Why begin to stick with the negative? It's like saying "I don't disagree, just to say you agree.".

Emerson: Are you comfortable with the living dead?

Ned: You're either living or you're dead. When you're living your life when you're dead, that's what you're but when you're dead and then you're not, you're alive again. Can't we say alive again? Didn't that sound nice?

Aww, cutie Lee Pace's "Pleeeeeeease...?".

And another(more on the humour factor):

Olive: I used to think masturbation meant chewing your food.

When you start on this show, don't ever bother going back for Lost, they provide no greater sense of accomplishment for you when each Daisies provides you with a satified closing.

Be sure to catch Pushing Daisies every, ehm, today!



From left to right: Digby(Dog), Lily Vivian, Ned, Chuck, Olive, Emerson(Why is it that the black guy always came last?).

Every Sunday, Channel 5, 10.30pm.

Hello Blog!

Argh. I'm sorry my blog. I've been too busy these days and seems to have inadequate time to update(when I actually have it)...

Promise you that I'll be back for some content-filled posts...

At the mean while, take a look at this alleged picture of Fiona Xie before her plastic surgery as extracted from the Flowerpod Forum:

Now take a look at her recent photos:

What can I say? If that's her, that's cool...!

Plastic surgery grants you prettier face, bigger boobs and higher social status.

Anyways, blog, you will be missed! =)

(While I have some fun outside...)

Help, I Need Somebody!

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.

But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

It's been sometimes...

This bugger keep bugging that it's been long since we met. And it's true, it's been quite some time.

This bugger.

Thus, don't bug me about it, bug it to that bugger instead. She's been bugging that she would be organinzing some gathering to solve all our bugging problems.

That bugger.

BUT, it'been even longer ever since she bugged to me about the anti-bugging gathering.

Gotta go bug her instead. Bug, bug, bug.