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Tomorrow's prom night and i feel...

NOTHING.



That was an hour ago.

Now i feel so excited, it borders LAMEness.

All GC's fault, we talking about prom stuff like what to wear and what to bring... Totally like girls. Argh! I hope i will remember to bring everything. Lets make a list.

1. Toiletries. Or is it toilettries? Aiyah. Toilet stuff.
2. Extra change of clothes.
3. Moolah!
4. Camera! (*IMPORTANT*)
5. Camera batt charger.
6. PS2 Games/Controller.
7. Mahjong Cards.
8. Poker Cards.
9. Discman.
10. Book(?)
11. Brain(?)
12. i-dunno-whether-i-need-i-shall-just-bring stuff.

Yay! Prom. Actually its the post-prom that i'm looking forward to.

Anyway, for the WOLS people who hasn't caught The Incredibles, i have one word for you.

YOU'LL LIVE TO REGRET IT!

That's five words.




I'm officially a fan of Edna Mode, dahling.

Doesn't she resemble Harry Potter's Great Great Granddad? Its uncanny, dahling.

Speaking of resemblance, Alvin thinks his friend, a pretty girl (have to lick her boots cos i'm gonna use her picture) by the name of Jiayun, looks a tad like Mrs Incredible.

(Actually, i dun really think so la... But it fits the topic of today's entry, so WTH.)

I'm gonna miss Singapore Idol Finals! JW, Alvin, Mabel and other VJchoir friends, have fun (you lucky bitches-trying-to-act-human. Kidding!). KW please tape it for me!

Ok la, stop here... I wanted to blog about something else more freaky, but i guess that'll have to wait another day. Trust me, its FTTM (Freaky To The Max, a la granny style).

Supposed to be blogging more cos i've finished my A levels, but i've been going out steadily since the end of my papers and i go home exhausted and so i don't blog.

So bear with me.

I'm gonna say a big GROSSNESS cos there's like many ants and dust and other unidentifiable stuff IN MY KEYBOARD.

I'm gonna get my maid to remove all the keys and wash and put them back in order.

Ok maybe not, cos thats like impossible.

YUCKS man...

Anyway, i have to show you guys this picture...

Do you geddit? Muahahaha... I'm freak tired. Gnite.

No More bad hair days!!!

Monsoon totally negated all the Sri Nada effects! Rox man!

And my hair is currently copper brown in colour... Too lazy to post up a picture. Another tahm ba...

Got this off Mabel's blog. Dunno if she wants me to link her, so i shall just say that she's linked to Alvin.

You Are a Snarky Blogger!

You've got a razor sharp wit that bloggers are secretly scared of. And that's why they read your posts as often as they can!

I've got blogger's block. Shall just anyhow humtum this entry.

I spent a grand total of $18.90 on cab fare to school today. Tralala~ So cheap.

CHEAP?!?! DID SOMEONE SAY SO CHEAP? THE FUCKING TAXI DRIVER DOESN'T KNOW THE FUCKING WAY AROUND THIS FUCKINGLY SMALL ISLAND.

He brought me to Temasek Poly instead, after lulling me into a false sense of security by asking if my school had an overhead bridge at the bus stop.

WELL DUH? OVERHEAD BRIDGES ARE AT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING BUS STOP!?!?

Did i mention that EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TAXI DRIVER IN WOODLANDS DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO GET TO MY SCHOOL?

Ok, i'm over-reacting. 2 out of 2 of the taxi drivers i've encountered this past few days are retarded. The rest are just clueless. Why be taxi drivers when you dunno the way to Tampines Ave 9? Why even bother? Get out the cab and let me drive, after which YOU PAY ME!

So freaking pissed this morning. I ended up not having the time and mood to revise my econs MCQ, just stood there looking at the angry red circles that i've drawn around the correct answers to the questions i have done wrongly.

Everyone's out to bleed me dry.

Even this girl.

Oh sorry... Did i say girl? I meant DEAD GIRL. (Mosquitoes that suck blood are female la.)

This is the second FUCKING mosquito i have killed the past week. They just keep coming. HELLO? Does my room look like a pool of stagnating water? HUH? HUH? HUH?

I didn't think so.

Oh, for the uninitiated(read stupid), insects DO NOT have red blood like us.

Cos they are not.

Like us.

So the blood you see here? Yeap, its mine. What a whole load of blood it is.

Anyway, it is shown on the DUREX website that lovers in Singapore are the least amorous, having sex just 96 times a year the only nation to dip below the magic 100 mark.

However, local studies carried out by a certain investigative group (ie; ME), have proven this to be entirely and utterly FALSE!

People in Singapore are getting it on everywhere, be it at a certain Uni hostel, in deserted parks, in the backseat of Dad's car,

and more recently, on public buses.

This is striking evidence of sexual activity on a certain bus that travels all the way from Bedok to Woodlands, giving the daring couple more than enough time to get it on, and off, and on again, ten times over.

The BLUE box shown in the picture was an empty box of DUREX condoms, while the YELLOW thingy was an empty packet of biscuits. Our theory is that the couples must have felt tired and hungry after getting hot and heavy and thus they took a break and munched on some snacks, before diving straight into the sticky business again.

However, we cannot ignore the probability that some sick old perv bought the condoms, masturbated while watching Mo Wan Wan in Holland V on TVmobile and threw the used condoms out of the window while leaving the box behind.

But that's absurd! Surely the people on board the bus or the driver himself would have discovered the guy doing the indecent deed and reported him to the DUREX Sex Survey right?

Therefore, our deduction that a couple did indeed had sex on the bus must be correct!

Caution: Blacked out words are deemed unsuitable for children below the age of 69. Readers are encouraged to view these words at their own discretion.

A minor amendment to yesterday's entry:

Oh woe is Singapore!

My top 10 strategies to get into the Final 2 in Singapore Idol:

1. Try my best not to smile.
2. When questioned about the lack of teeth, proceed to make the most spastic faces i can muster.
3. Start smiling and sniffing away like i'm high on marijuana.
4. Stick out my tongue and make the "I Love You" sign with my fingers whenever the camera zooms into a close up.
5. Sing off tune, in breaken England and with a cheena undertone.
6. Smile sheepishly and stick out my tongue(again) when the judges pass bad comments.
7. Smile up into the audiences whenever someone screams, whether its for me or not.
8. Look like an Ah beng so that locals can relate to me. (VERY IMPORTANT)
9. Act like a bad boy rocker.
10. Erm... Stick out my tongue somemore.

How i win like that?!?! Can't even fufill the first strategy.

BAH!

Due to the gAy Levels*, blogging has come to a standstill. But fret not, I WILL BE BACK!

Meanwhile, here's a picture of Harry Potter's great great grand-dad. Hope it motivates you as it motivates me.



*Got this off Darren's msn nick.

I should be at studying... At home, at Starbucks, at whereever...

Instead, here i am blogging away... At Scott's house no less... without his knowledge...

Ok screw that... He just saw me doing it... Ok.. Nvm... just bored...

Typing on an ibook is quite different from typing on the keyboard.. so weird... I keep missing keys... muahaha...

8 more days to the next paper... And then there's no more resting on my laurels... Papers all the way till 25th... gross...

My gosh... I've only read like 2 out of 8 of the geog topics, none of the econs syllabus and none of the lit stuff...

What am i? I'm screwed.

This should be here yesterday, but what the heck...

Happy belated birthday to mommy!

Haha... I have actually printed and given this to her already, so its not actually belated...

Anyway, GP was totally FINE...

I know there are people out there who would love to impale my left eye with a rusty fork, but i really thought that the paper was do-able...

Question 11:

How important is religion in the society today?

I did this question cos my GP tutor went through the exact same title like only about a trillion times... I told her the title and she was like hopping madly saying "I WENT THROUGH THIS! I WENT THROUGH THIS!" while having spasms of orgasmic pleasure.

OH GAWD. I shouldn't have said that.

Recall that i have said bad stuff about Christopher Michael Lee...
Recall that i've said he couldn't sing that well...
Recall that i never liked him since he screwed up the song, "Your Song".






Now, forget all of that.







Cos i'm a converted Chrissypoo fan!

His singing abilities aside, i think he absolutely rocked. I got so starstruck yesterday that i couldn't study properly.

Okok... Backtrack...

Me and KW were at Junction 8's Mos Burgers studying when we suddenly felt a shift in the time-space continuum.

That was because a certain newly-ex-ed SI finalist walked by our table. TWICE.

We were sorta contemplating whether to get his autograph on my 8days, but we were *shy* and was too slow to respond. The second time he walked past us, we thought our chance was gone.

But then, this group of teensy school kids came rushed, and i mean rushed(they were running) up to him to get him to sign on scraps of yellow paper which looked sickeningly familiar. Like the menu from Cartel.

Anyway, they were mobbing him and poor Chrissypoo stood outside Mos for like ages signing yellow paper on the red public phones.

KW and me (or is it me and KW?) were hemming and hawing, and at the same time, there was this table of some neighbourhood school guys laughing and criticising the mob, saying how lame it was... So that kinda turned us off.

So too bad, Chrissypoo finished signing and walked off, and at that exact moment, the guys from the other table left too. i wonder if they were going to chase after him or something...

But the story didn't end here.......

I told KW that if Chrissypoo(Ok, i'm sick of typing his name. He shall from now on be known as Poo.) were to walk by AGAIN, i would get him to sign on my mag. (I said it la, but i din believe that would happen.)

Suddenly, the air changed again and Poo walked back into Mos again, presumably to get his food...

I calmly and madly waited for him to walk past and said,

"Christopher(You din expect me to call him Chrissypoo did you?), can you sign on my 8days?"

"Sure, just give me a moment."

Gosh. My hands were trembling. It felt so weird... It felt so... so... GAY!

So he came back like he said he would and he signed on my mag.

It wasn't clear, so i got him to sign on another page.

I think he signed as Chrissypoo with a =). Such a nice signature.

Anyway, before he left, i got this taken:

HAHA! I feel the envy coming through my blog already. I have a picture of a squinty-eyed Poo and you don't!

I saw Jasmine Trias there too, and i got h(er)im to take a photo with Poo too.

I wonder if that flower at her right ear means she's attached or single. I'm sure many guys out there would date her if she's not taken.



I SAW CHRISSYPOO!!! I TOUCHED HIM!!!

But so? He's just another human being. He should feel honoured instead. He's taking a photo with the next Singapore Idol.

Jokes.