bored III

i decided to write another short and happy post as oppose to my previous angst-filled posts below.

i'm going to rush my uni apps now including the essays. hopefully all goes well and i can crap with sophiscation. AND they will ALL accept me.

and i have decided to start looking at things from the bright side =D while stay maintaining my balance of reality and pragmatism. life is too short for only pure angsting and feeling sorry for yourself. so the way to beat it is to STOP feeling sorry for yourself. 

as some people say life is like a rape. if you can't escape it, enjoy it.

ok guys, this is my share of gross and sick for today.

omg. this post is so not me. but whatever.

can't be bothered

i don't know what exactly your intentions are but i just can't be bothered. maybe i'm just trying to test out my limit to see how much more shit i can take.

just because i didn't say anything doesn't mean that i didn't notice or know anything. 

so please do me a favour - do whatever you want - just put up a good show (for entertainment value)

i hope that you won't disappoint me.

i hate my mum

I HATE MY MUM!!! WHAT'S WITH THE CONTROL AND STUPID SHIT! 

I'M ALREADY 18 AND NOT THAT DUMB ANYMORE. PLEASE DON'T INSULT MY INTELLIGENCE.

I'M TOTALLY LEGAL RIGHT NOW, TO HAVE SEX, DRINK, AND CLUB.

SO PLEASE GIVE ME SOME SPACE TO MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS.

bored

A recent incident made me realise that most parents are hypocritical to a small extent. (ok maybe not hypocritical. but at least double standard). at least mine is a bit. they tend to act so open-minded about everything like having boyfriends and clubbing etc. but once they suspect that their children are doing it for real, they just clam down on them, setting rules and boundaries for them to adhere to. com'on, don't fake such openmindedness just to appear as model, liberal, accepting parents. don't have different standards when dealing with other people's kids and your own. i understand that it is innate in you to protect your kids from external dangers, but realise too that your kids are mature enough to differentiate right from wrong and to take responsibility for their decisions. let them take the risk and bear the consequence.

today i had a pleasant surprise while checking my sat2 scores. i did not expect myself to perform this time round especially when i had hardly touched the fricking sat2 books (borrowed from my beloved friends). (i think i did quite well... but again, my standards are about 6 feet below everyone else's) i had only done 1 math and 2 physics practice tests in preparation for this sat2. 

oh well. shows miracles still happen after all. =)

and today, i had to go home wearing my 4-inch heels and fbt and t-shirt (at the courtesy of beat, thanks again). my feet were aching like hell. i thought i would never survive the trip. BUT i did. hooray for me.

and sina website is having some fking problem again. it can't seem to load. i can't watch my 'friends' for the fifth time in peace. wth.

and my boredom shall continue.

a thing that i hate + back from bangkok

i realised that i have this particular thing about talking only when you are being talked to or you are starting a conversation unless what you are saying is extremely valuable or even has any entertaining value. 

i hate people who do the opposite and it really annoys the hell out of me. 

especially the ones who interrupt with some snide, not so funny, suaning or even lame as shit comment which almost always get ignored btw. but still... that's really irritating. almost on par with incessant bullshit talking unless i'm extremely bored or it seems intriguing (again... according to my sick mind)

i don't know about others. but as far as i see, most people don't seem to mind that. maybe it's just me and my weird principles.

but anyway, i just came back from bangkok. quite a fun trip excluding a few mishaps here and there. did quite a bit of shopping and bought clothes that i'm not quite sure if i would wear in s'pore. the food there is alright - spicy and sour - but a tad too salty. the chang beer tastes something alike to heineken (i think). 

the thing that i regret the most is not being able to step into the transvestite pub and also to watch the 'thai girl' show. that's another reason to why you should not go fun 'dirty' places with your parents. i made a promise to myself that i will make a trip back there soon to do all the 'fun' stuff.

christmas is coming once more. and hell is coming all over me again. i hate the damn festival (no offense to its huge fans). and if nothing goes wrong, i should be mobing alone at home and lazying around. at the meantime, trying to diet and detox from my bkk trip. grrreat.

have a lousy xmas and a crappy new year everyone! (taken from 'friends')

shitty budget airlines

i'm damn pissed at the stupid budget airlines with stupid as hell customer services and lame excuses that even set me - sort-of-Lame KING - speechless.

anyway, i realised budget airlines are called budget for a reason in the first place. first of all, they are too poor to own any proper communication devices to 'kindly' inform us of the flight cancellation, causing us to wake up at an unholy hour of 4.30 am to rush to the airport with the luggage and going home again WITH the luggage a few hours later after our bk breakfast (which kind of sucked too).

next, they are also too poor to hire anyone of enough intelligence to come up with a reasonable explanation to mitigate the indignant customers. the servicers also had to fabricate a lie which is a loophole in itself - ' the record says you received a call to inform you of your flight transfer and you said that you understand and will call back again' (something in this sense but not exactly). hello? if my sis had really received the call, wth is she doing waking the whole faamily up at fucking 4.30am to rush to the fking airport to board the fking non existent plane. what BS. please do not insult our intelligence further.

then, they insisted that we write in a letter with stamps and everything ourselves to complain. for god's sake, then why are you here for? to respond to each fking question with 'i don't know'?

all in all, life is fking pissing me off. and if you have enough money, please do not fly on budget airline again.

bored shitless

for once, i'm blogging more frequently because i'm terribly bored to hell. nothing to do, nowhere to go and no one to talk to.

anyway, so i decide to seriously list down a few things that i must do during this break.

1. learn french

2. learn ice skating

3. learn bowling

4. try shooting

5. learn some ballroom dance (or anything that resembles dancing in my sick mind. judo alike sports is considered as well)

however starting the list is a tedious task. it's diffcult to break out of my routine of sitting around and rotting but it's necessary i suppose.

actually i also wanted to put up photos of my injury from the cycling activity. but it is just kind too gross plus my usb connecting cable is screwed. thus transferring of files is a problem too.

random: just now i visited dictionary.com to check up some word and saw that today's word of the day is Dastard - malicious coward. funny word. maybe due to my limited vocab. but nonetheless you have to admit it does bear close resemblance to Bastard - profanity address of illegitimate child. but i also found other interesting meanings of it.

bastard:

–noun

1.	a person born of unmarried parents; an illegitimate child.

2.	Slang. a. a vicious, despicable, or thoroughly disliked person: Some bastard slashed the tires on my car. b. a person, esp. a man: The poor bastard broke his leg.

3.	something irregular, inferior, spurious, or unusual.

4.	bastard culverin.

–adjective

5.	illegitimate in birth.

6.	spurious; not genuine; false: The architecture was bastard Gothic.

7.	of abnormal or irregular shape or size; of unusual make or proportions: bastard quartz; bastard mahogany.

8.	having the appearance of; resembling in some degree: a bastard Michelangelo; bastard emeralds.

9.	Printing. (of a character) not of the font in which it is used or found. (taken from dictionary.com)

bloody mary

Recipe for bLOODY mARY

1 1/2 oz vodka
3 oz tomato juice
1 dash lemon juice
1/2 tsp Worcestershire sauce
2 - 3 drops Tabasco® sauce
1 lime wedge

Shake all ingredients (except lime wedge) with ice and strain into an old-fashioned glass over ice cubes. Add salt and pepper to taste. Add the wedge of lime and serve.

seems cool. but the one i had doesn't really taste of tabasco sauce. i would prefer my bloody mary with a stronger hint of that. and i shall make the drink myself for a low cost. that bloody drink costs a bloody $10.30 (i think). wtf.

finally part II

again another one month or more of neglect, i decide to blog again. lets hope that this occurence will stay monthly if not more frequent. but anyway, i decided to blog about my first clubbing/pubbing experience at a very legal age of 18 (yeah, it's late i know)

i went with my friend to somewhere at clark quay. but actually i don't even remember any names of the places that i went to except 'crazy elephant'. it's an interesting pub worth going-flashes of dirty jokes keep going on in the pub. and people are allowed to vandalise the place; writing messages on the tables to leave their mark.

anyway, let me summarise my first real drinking experience outside (not just any-old-how vodka drink that i made at home). i tried lychee martini which is free on ladies night. it's very typical alcoholic drink with strong lychee taste. but actually i was more interesting in eating the lychee inside than drinking it. then i had bloody mary which tastes funny. but somehow i liked the acquired taste and fell in love at first sight (taste whatever). next i had sex on the beach-another free drink. doesnt taste sexy or hot as the name implies. a very typical ladies drink (sweet and light on alcohol). i think i had some other drinks (or kope from someone) which did not really make an impression.

and next the clubbing-aka the dancing on floor. i have to admit im a bad dancer. if not the worst. my body was stiff and stuff.... (you know the shit) after a while i just can't be bothered and do my own version of dance (which again is shitty). pity my friend. but anyway, it's an experience not to be missed whether you like it.

and i went home at 3 i think, even went online a while and slept. so here i am, tired and unable to think, AND still unable to sleep for some unknown reason.

and my mum is frickingly irritating me today. great. 

and loud applause for xj for the experience and financial assistance~

enough typing.