You should go for liposuction and die through the process.

I have never had any biased opinion against fat people. Except for the time when we had to cross over an amazingly dangerous frail wooden bridge.



Okay, maybe another time again during my childhood when I had to play see-saw with this fattie. I was so afraid of ending up like what I saw in the cartoons.



Yeah, that's about all... Until recently...

There's this fat and short biatch who's been messing around with my life. Initially, it was okay to have this fat biatch as a friend. But... Oh well. Can't say much, ya know? This is a blog meant for public view, so... Yeah.

Still, she's a fcuked up daughter of a whore. Not only she's fat, she's also short, face riddened with acne and likes to act chio and cute.

And once again, sorry to all my other girls out there who's also fat, short and/or acne-riddened. It's not that I hold something against you dudettes, it's just that I hate her so much that I can't stop hating any and every thing about her, that lardy and disgusting biatch-whore.

Fine, 'nuff 'bout biatch-whore. The mere mention of her makes me sick and dulls my day. Fcuking piece of walking lard.


No amount of "eat less, move more" could ever help you slim down.

Ooh, did I mention that Christopher left his three kitties at my house just two days ago? And they are here to stay for at least, the next two weeks! But sorry, can't take any pictures for you guys cause those kitties seem to be extremely sensitive and hold a strong dislike towards camera flashes.

I know what you're thinking, "Just take without flash lah!" Oh, I wish I could but I can't. All three kitties are charcoal-coloured and taking them without flash is as good as taking pictures of void. Hmm, at least, I have my kitties with me...

So much for today...

And Edward, thanks for the dinner. You've been lighting up my days... and nights!

Great Day To Start A Week

It seems that my flu/cold has elevated and evolved to a major cough. Proves that doing Shisha while you're sick won't do you any good afterall...



Therefore, kids, don't try this at home... or a Shisha bar near you.

Anyways, today, I think I screwed up my presentation. I'm trying to use my cold/flu, cough and sorethroat as an excuse but what really killed the presentation was...

Mr R bloodily messaged me right in the middle of last night at 3.02am, the very moment which I had finally fallen asleep right after 3 hours of trying to fall asleep. That !@#$%&. I'm pissed. Not only due to his action, but his "mindset" to even take the action in the first place. Don't wanna elaborate on that. But, a moron for once, never for life.

Then, Mr K called up during dawn. And guess why? Wrong number. Fffffffffffcuking hell.

I tell you, if my arms were still working, I'd head right up to the dojo the moment I hung up Mr K's call and break some fcuking tiles/planks/bricks.



What a great day to start a week.

Roller Coastering

Oh, roller coaster rides. How exciting.


























It sets you so high one moment and the next, rock bottom. What an eventful Friday.

Wednesday Purple

Project work, presentation, book-sharing session, lectures...



What the fcuk? It's only Wednesday?!

!@#$%

Friday pretty please, come to me sooner?

But... am I asking for too much...?

I think I see dark clouds...

Then and again, week 2 of back to school. No Monday Blues observed but, I can feel the Tuesday Greens kicking in.

What's the Tuesday Greens you ask?

My, it's when you forced yourself so hard on Monday to not get the blues, then until Tuesday, everything's unleashed out but they have already turned green.

No idea what I'm talking about? Don't worry. Me neither.

This entry is purely meant for filling in the 7 days absence from this blog.

Good day, everbody.

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Argh, fine. Since I'm already here, lemme just think of more stuffs to write.

My life's finally picking up a regular rythem now. It used to be all surprises whole year round with me having absolutely no idea what's gonna come in tomorrow. But now, I'm finally embracing something called the "Daily Routine".

And this "Daily Routine" thing coms attached with a punchline, "Every tomorrow feels just like today."

I know to some, it doesn't sounds pleasant in any way. But to me, it's something I've always been looking forward to. Cause I simply hate surprises to the core. So much so that if I were to receive any surprises during this occasion, I'd uppercut that moron who planned it in his face. Yes Vincent, I'm talking about you.

Nevermind about that. Let's just talk about what's on my mind right now; a war is going on between the Demons and Angels within me. It's so bad that even when I'm sitting in front of my computer, typing this blog entry, I can still hear them getting bloody. I'm either going to Hell or Heaven.

You know, it's hard to not think for yourself. It's harder to even think for others. There has been an old Chinese saying that goes, "对别人的仁慈就是对自己的残忍(Benevolence towards others is brutality towards yourself)". I could agree no less on it. I'm cruel, extremely vicious. So much so that I can't forgive myself. History repeating itself? I don't know and I don't want time to tell. They may have time, but I do not. I choose to make my withdrawal then. Since nothing is beneficial to anybody in this knotty situation.

I had been too much during that darned week. Shouldn't have and never should have. Even if that was the case, I still hasn't learn my lesson. Did it again just yesterday. But thanks to your rude awakening, I'm all clear and ready to move on.

Oh well, at least it isn't too late.

Let it go then.

Mahorela, I hate you.

Hmmm. It's merely 11 days more to the 31st of October? Halloween Party 08 at Zouk, anyone?

他妈的！

Shortly after I'm back in Singapore, I've realized that my funds were running low and out due to the Bangkok trip even though I took a budget airline... Thus, I came to make a decision to stop my spending spree for at least, 3 months! Before I start on another one.

So, life resumed back to how it was before, predictable as can be. Doing things like going on outings with the shopping gang, working as a spam caller, ogling at waitresses at Hooters, visiting farms and stuffs. Okay, maybe not the farm part. Anyways, until tonight, I can't believe I did something outta my expectation. I stepped into Toys'R'Us, approached the games sections, lifted my damn arms, reached them out, grabbed a $39.95 item and paid for it at the counter.

And that item, was a 他妈的格子鸡. Or what the potato-eaters would prefer calling it, a Tamagotchi.


Tamagotchi Version 4

I tell you, this thing, is one of the miracle-st invention of the century. It started out as some chicken-rearing machine where you actually spend your precious time and life away, taking care of something that isn't real.



Tamagotchi Version 1

Then, it revolutionalized to the today's I-don't-know-what-the-fcuk-I'm-rearing machine that comes with a DVD disc, infrared technology and a whole new product slogan, "Livin' the Tamagotchi Life". Wicked.

Man, I gotta say I love my new "chi".

Look how pretty it sits on my bed:



On the stool:



In front of my keyboard:



In front of my TV(which was airing some Hong Kong cheap rip-off of the Japanese movie, "Space Traveller"(which features a very common storyline of innocent people being held hostage by some criminals(which eventually will end with a bad ending(which means that those hostages will be saved and those criminals will be put to justice)))):



On top of Yuan Shan's badminton racquet:



Oh my gosh, I'm so loving my "chi" even before I rip off the package and start playing with it.



Andy kissing Chi~

And today, I saw something which made me drop my jaws:



Toy'R'Us can go to Hell.



Tamagotchi Version 5

Long Time No Fever

You know what? I wanted to really update this blog today. But I can't. And why is that so? Cause I'm having a bad fever right now, 39.6°C. No joke.

Thus, I'm gonna go right to bed. And if you're unlucky. I might update tomorrow. At the mean while, go entertain yourself by catching Season 14 Episode 1 of MadTV. And I don't mean just clips of it here and there, I'm talking about the whole darn episode on YouTube!

Part I


Part II


Part III


Part IV


Gosh, I need some t.l.c now, NOW! It's worse if you're missing someone when you're sick and in reality, nobody is by your side...

My Eyes Are Bleeding

Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
See, and then speak yourselves.

Macbeth by Shakespeare.

No wonder they are paying me so much. That's cause after working a job like mine, you will see the ugliest and most disgusting side of the human heart and mind. Then soon enough, you're gonna see through this world and loose your faith in humanity.

Humans can go to such great lengths in order to lead another to their downfall. The mask of righteous is just mere tool to disguise and conceal their unlawful ways. People seek out for loop holes in the law which grants them the authority to sin.

Should have gone to the job Doreen recommended this morning. Although it doesn't pay as well but at least, I don't have to struggle against these nonsense. Shucks, if it weren't for the contract, I would have been gone!

It really sucked today. It does. Job started at 6am and I didn't get to grab a bite until 6pm. On top of that, while playing "hide and seek", I got kicked in the tummy and punched in the jaw. All the rough worthed SGD 200. It was much more than usual. But of course, I'm risking my life for this and that's how I should be paid.

Then again, if I were really given a chance to choose, I wouldn't want to get out of this line either. Firstly, it pays too well. The molar's hard to resist even though I've no idea as to why I'm working this hard for money. Secondly, I feel all-so alive during work time. It's challenging, and it's pumping up my adrenaline. Thirdly, the long hours at work sure makes me forget about other balderdash. I don't even have the time to eat, let alone the time to think and it's good for people who thinks too damn much, like me.

Yeah, please don't ever give me too much time to think lest I revoke my decision.

Tomorrow, oh, tomorrow is d'big day.

小心有报应！

前几天就做了个恶梦，有了个不祥的预兆。不是我平时不做恶梦。而是此次梦里梦见了我讨厌的人。

今天搭巴士的路途中果然遇见了位我最不想看见的人。

犯贱的女人。

我们在“聊天”的整个过程里，她这贱女人老在我伤口上撒盐。请不要告诉我说她是无意的。近来在我身上所发生的事只有几个人得知。肯定是有人通风报信她才得知这一切。真不明白我到底与你结了什么仇恨。

不过，我还得恭喜你现在过得还那么幸福，那么快乐。我到想看看这老天到底有没有眼，让你嚣张到何时！

幸灾乐祸之者必有报应。

Shameless man on the loose.

Some guy was shamelessly self-proclaiming that he is one of the hottest guy ever existed. I don't know. He may be a model but I ain't recognizing that nasty attitude of his as someone really hot would potray.

He's even got the cheeks to post an entry on his blog, alleging that he is "God's gift to women kind".



Oh, please, Kenny Sia is hotter than you.


























Kenny Sia.

You gotta know one thing: If you're God's gift to women, then I'm God's gift to men!



Mahorela is now, officially, God's gift to men...

And so can you be one!

Just copy and paste the above photo to your blog, friendster or whatever. Then, tah-dah! You're now officially a "God's gift to [insert opposite gender]" too!

Gift, my foot. Phui!

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. =(

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.

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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! ^^

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.

Shoo away the God of Sickness!

Darnit, I'm gonna fall sick... again!

WTF!

I better not fall sick this time, if not some $30 is gonna grow wings and fly away...