Scream

I want and I need to scream.


























No, not the little-bunny-horror scream. But the fucking-fiendish-fuck-you-in-your-face type of scream.



I swear I could also finish the scream off by kicking somebody's balls. But the law forbids me from doing so. I could only do it to people in my games.



These people just digust me so much that the best word around to describe them is "PHUI"! PHUI PHUI PHUI!

At the mean time, could anybody direct me as to where the Hell in Singapore could I find these:


Virginia Slims Rose


Sobraine Black Russian


Djarum Black


Swisher's Cherry Cigarillos


Hell no, I ain't buying Audrey Hepburn's dead body. I just want the long cigarette holder she's holding onto. Not the exact one, but just a holder.

Kids, note this: Smoking ain't good for your health. But I'm not a healthcare professional, don't take my word for it.

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.

November Slumber

My my, the days sure pass fast. It's already the third week of November within an eye blink. Haven't been too busy these days. Instead, I'm kinda buried in work to the extent that I'm sick, literally.

Initially, I thought that I'm just down with a minor flu and all I did was I took a day off from school on Monday. And I even went for an amazing race which required me to run around the whole of the CBD area on Tuesday. But on Wednesday, I started getting real sick. By Thursday, a whopping 48.2°C on my body temperature. Gosh, that's real hot. And I don't think I need to talk much about Friday and Saturday cause I'm just all sick and stuck at home.

Okay, maybe about Saturday night. Andy and Louise(despite my protest) insisted that I tag along for their Shisha hour. So, we took a cab down Arab Street and well, you guessed it, party all night? No. We just did some Shisha and slacked at a corner. Gross-est of all, Andy took the durian flavoured one... Yicks! It tasted real bad... I'm just gonna stick to my Cola and Jasmine the next time I'm there.

Today, went jogging early in the morning 8am with Louise around his Hougang area. Didn't really jogged, cause it's been decades since I've last jogged. At the end of the day, the jog ended up as a walkathon... Oh well.

But hey, that area sure has got loads of hunks and one of them actually went up to ask for my number! It's been awhile since anybody did that. Thus, girl, you still ain't rusty eh? Anyways, after the walk, went to Hougang Mall.

I thought we're just gonna go have some MacBreafast there and leave. But Mr Louise actually went into the legendary OCBC bank that Randy has been telling me all these while. Why legendary you say? Cause they give out free coffee and cookies. And Mr L actually went ahead to grab those freebies. But I didn't tag, I ran away. XD

For someone who could afford to pick me up with a cab early in the morning 7am, just to invite me over for some company could actually scrimp off so much. Kudos, Mr L.

Then, here I am, back at home, blogging to you guys.

Anyways, gotta go. Need to kill some homework.

lalala

What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, not.

It only makes you number when another doesn't-kill-you happens.

Perhaps you might argue that that's the way of getting tougher?

Okay, I'm oh-so-tough right now. =D

Casual Friend 3

Hello readers, it's been long since I've last featured a friend on my blog. And today, I'm gonna introduce one friend of Mahorela to you.

Here, I present - Tun Kang.



Tun Kang says "Hi, readers~!"

Tun Kang is my new best friend. Although we haven't met for long but there's this instant initimacy between the both of us. Woohoo, don't get the wrong idea. It's just that whenever I'm suffering from heartaches, I'll call him up and cry over the phone. That's because I know my deepest thoughts and feelings are safe with him. He doens't judge me. At least, not in my presence or of my knowledge. At times, he also shares his deepest and darkest secrets with me. =) And I do thank him for trusting me.

Almost everyday, we hang out together. From early in the morning 9am, the first lecture, to the lunch break at 12pm, then the last tutorial at 4pm, until the bus jouney back home at 4.05pm, all the way through watching the last exciting 15 minutes of "意难忘" at some random void deck. To be exact, we spend almost 45 hours per week being together. Tun Kang is also so close to me that we both exchange links for porn sites.

Therefore, Tun Kang is a very special dude, just like you and me. But still, there's the amazing side of him which the outsiders don't know about.

He prefers hardcore gangbang and so do I.

Tun Kang likes to float in class.


























Nah, I'm kidding. He just practises Hatha Yoga once in a while. In the middle of a lecture.



Sometimes in the middle of tutorials, he also like to make his head disappear, magically.


























But poor Tun Kang also suffers from minor stroke and his face twitches real bad from it.



Oh, and did I mention that Tun Kang is a ladies' man?



万绿之中，一点红。。。

Most importantly, Tun Kang has joined Channel U's Hey Gorgeous!(校花校草追赶跑)!



So pretty please people, vote for this very... ehmm... well, just vote for him people! Tun Kang also said that if you vote for him, he's gonna reward you with a hug. And if you don't vote for him, he's gonna give you one big, deep and wet kiss.

All you have to do is log on to http://heygorgeous.mediacorptv.sg/hunks.htm(or just click this link) then, select "Ngee Ann Polytechnic" and access page 2 to cast a vote on "Tun jun kang". He's in the middle of the damn page, so you can't miss him.



Why the bloody hell are you still reading my blog for? Just go vote for him, please!

I understand.

"I cant comment on this..." means "It's none of my business/I don't give a damn..."

"...follow your true feeling..." means "...go ahead and do it/just do it, don't bug me anymore..."

"I didn't mean to lie to you." means "Oops, I did it again."

A woman's gotta do what a woman do. It's the here and now which matters the most? Perhaps to you guys but, not to me. Or maybe I should adapt to how things are handled in this world and never to do it again my way? Ha. Hilarious.

It's just down to me, tobacco, alcohol and gun powder. All I require to keep me going. And thanks Little Ginger, you light up my day with your set of philosophy.

I wish to be Heartless. Not just any Heartless but, the King of Heartless.

Wake Me Up When November Ends

Goody good, 1st of November means the first day of November. A new month, a new start, a new beginning. How great.

Let's update what's been cooking since Thursday.

Thursday: Watched "The Coffin".

Friday: Watched "REC". Celebrated Halloween.

Isn't that two exciting days spent? Hell, yeah. It sure was. Although this year's Halloween celebration had shrunk to a small-scaled one, it was still fun and unforgettable. Hahaha...

Shucks, I doubt I'll ever forget about this Halloween. And Hongkie, don't laugh at my romance. Okay, maybe not mine. But, just don't laugh at his romance.

Argh, too much things had come all at once. My puny bird brain just can't take things so well within such short time. Dizzy, dizzy. I guess, that's all for today then. And what really happened on Friday was...



It doesn't make any darn sense at all. But but but, can you allow me some time to think it over?

忘了曾经说过要一起到老

I'm not a Buddhist. At least, not yet. But I do visit temples on a regular basis. Ananda is just one hell of a good example.


























No, not this one.


























Shucks, I just couldn't help it. And biatch, get off my Ananda.

Oh yeah, I was talking about Ananda, Wat Ananda Metyarama located at 50B Jalan Bukit Merah.


























Every visit there is greeted by this great flight of stairs.



I had never complained about them but this time, with my leg injury, I couldn't help holding back the urge to blame Abott Chow Kun Phra Pannadhamvides for these stairs.


First stop at the temple.

Ya know, believers and non-believers of Buddhism in Singapore should take the time to visit this temple at least twice in their lifetime. It's a mini architectural marvel.





If you were to ever make it there, you could most probably catch me hanging out with the Youth Group, meditating, chanting or just, sitting down at the main shrine.



The tranquility that this temple had brought me whenever I'm there is certainly out of this world. However, the peace stops when I'm outta the place. Nonetheless, thanks to Wat Ananda, I've learnt a hell load of stuffs about life. Then, I even followed the teachings of Dharma for yet another time in life.



It's foolish to assume that time fades everything away in life because I could tell you that it wouldn't, not everything would. All is in the mind. It's been 5 months since the grudge started but now, I've decided that it should end. Don't look at me that way, I'm no saint that would be able to bury all hatchets. It's just that this one, I could.

I forgave, will you?

Pictures compliment to www.singaporesights.com and straycat.

More rollercoaster rides.

I thought Friday was eventful, wait till you live my this Saturday then you'll know how peaceful your life is.

你走天桥，我走地下道。

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?

Dumb and Dumber

The 7 weeks are finally, eventually and unfortunately, up. I don't know if I had been fully utilizing these time I had. I think I did, but it felt as though I didn't. Ya know, it's like almost everything's in a mess before the holidays started. Then, I managed to pull through all these crisis and made my life seem so much better than before.

I don't know how to put it but, it sure feels as though I had been hit by a passing tornado. Or even, consider me being knocked down by a car in a hit-and-run accident. Worse still, it's like some goddamned Godzilla which visited Odo Island and made everything flat like prata under his feet.

Ah, forget about that imagery. To put it in a simpler way; I've done so much yet so little. I might even suspect that if this holiday thing was ever a dream to begin with.

Nevertheless, day one of "ack to school"was great. So good that it's bad. These new modules are just, argh, I can't even find a word to describe them. Holy Heavens, jus give me some peace in my life!

人生最快乐的痛苦就是看到心爱的人过着没有你的幸福与快乐日子。

我把贵妃送给外国人。

大家都该去念一念胡月宝之作-《我把贵妃送了日本人》，从中了解为何我们得珍惜自己的传统文化与价值观。

这句话是否很有一种feel呢？对了，讲华语很酷吗。。。



讲华语是福气，别失去~

哈哈，我的确一二再，再而三的把贵妃送给了外国人。

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

Home, Sweet Home

Bloggie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

I'm back from Bangkok just a few hours ago. Have you missed me? Yes, ofcourse you had!Oh, thank you. I missed you too!



Random picture taken randomly on my random taxi trip back to my residence in Singapore.

Ah, pardon me, readers. I think I'm still suffering from the after effects of flight shock. Just a few hours ago, I thought I was a real goner for sure. The flight back from Bangkok was a bad scare cause it was raining heavily all the way and the turbulence that we went through was so horrible that it led us to an awkward conversation...

Na: I know you for sometimes already, right?
Me: Yeah.
Na: If I were to die in Singapore, please help me send my ashes back to my hometown. Tell my brother that I don't hate him.
Me: Okay
Passenger sitting in front of us: Choy! 大吉大利(touch wood)！

This trip to Thai was great. How great was it? Tell you another day.

The best thing about it was that we finally had our long waited reunion. It's been so long since we've all met. Although it used to be so much more merrier than it is today, but nonetheless, we still have each other to depend on.

And we as those who are still alive, ought to have done what the dead would wish to be doing if they were given a chance to live. The dead wouldn't be awaken from their eternal slumber of peace, so let's all make noises, as much of them as possible while we are still alive.

Anyways, I <3 Bangkok. =D

The Man on the Fence

I roaming across the streets of Singapore(I've always wanted to say something like that!) and I came alongside a bus stop which was just next to Commonwealth MRT Station.

This poster was what I came across as it was being pasted all over a nearby fence:


A4-sized poster.

Initially, I thought it was some sort of, ehm, poster for some missing dude. But then, upon closer inspection, this is what it reads:



"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! GIRLS AND LADIES!!! ESPECIALLY MALAY MUSLIM SINGLE LOADED DIVORCED WOMAN!!!IF YOU LOVE TO....."

Ehm, sorry. I know I deserve to be hit in the head, but I simply can't afford to get a camera with a better resolution! The 1.2 megapixel digital camera that came along with my phone was the next best(or at least, closest) thing I could get my hands on!

But to make things simple, the summary of the above was:

This guy(the one in the picture) who the author alleges of to be a cheater who preys on rich women that he had previously hooked up from the internet. He cheats his female victims of their money, love and sex. Thus, the author's alerting every women out there to beware of this guy lest they be cheated too. The author also claims that the cheater is skilled in black magic which he uses to charm his victims. He is also known by the author to have "...many name on chatline..." such as "...Ronnie, Saiful, Rifsky..." Last of all, the author suggests that the cheater and his wrong doings shall soon be made known to the world.


Man on the green fence.

As I was reading the above, there came two strange men standing opposite my direction reading the similar article:


Men trying to get rid of the evidence.

They were strange in a sense that I they were attempting to peel off and destroy one of the poster pasted on the fence. The moment they realized that there was something strang about this young lady across their direction(that is me) trying to do some funny things to them(taking their pictures), they immediately paused their activities and pretended to be reading the poster instead.


Damn old dude blocking my view.


Getting closer.

I tried going to the other side of the fence for their front shot, but they slipped outta my lens(camera lens) when their bus arrived. I suspect that one of them was that guy on the green fence... Hmmm...

For such situation, I wouldn't know what to say. I mean, I don't know. Let's wait and see if this Rifsky or whatever-sky guy is gonna hit the headline. If he's done it, I hope Karma will soon knock on his door for I believe in the belief of retribution. What goes around, comes around. Or simply, you reap what you sow.

Sometimes, I do not understand the workings behind a man's mind. What exactly was he looking out for when he decided to made a fool out of a woman's love and body. Is it that fun?

Sexuality issues, I assume. It's worse in this Asian society. Women could hardly be on par with men.

Or is it that cheating a woman's feelings marks the conquest of obtaining her body. Perhaps, it could even be that men do not run the risk of getting pregnant after countless rounds of sexual intercourse.

However, in my Asian society, the most possible reason lies in the issue of chasity. In most part of Asia, virgin women = good. Non-virgin women = bad. But for the men, it doesn't matter. Thus, nobody would point their finger at a man and say that he's promiscuous just because he has got a colourful sex life. However, it isn't the same if a woman does the same. She's be considered a slut. Thus, men doens't have to be responsible with their sex life. They'd sleep with anyone who they're pleased to as promoted by these Asian values.

Neat.

If I'd get to choose what to be in my next life, I'd be a guy.