Friday, September 30, 2005

Yesh...the worst is finally OVER!

Inspite bitchiness to the extreme by the one whom I like to call our lecturer, and being tired to the bone becos of over-night mugging, I am pleased to say that I've..no, WE have successfully survived our third module. Amen to that.

Cattiness, and ever being excluded from group invites. Not to forget the ocassional fucked up rumor about being a hypocrite...yadayada. And then some. Geesh, just so tired about this sorta shit. LOL, if you're reading this and you know who you are, pls try to get a life?

Shagged, but am pretty looking forward to Mena's sister's birthday party at Sentosa tonight, and my darling Simin aka ChengCheng's birthday lunch. Love them both, and shall promise to deliver the cookies promised. Ha!!

Happy Birthday to Tiba and Mo-min, the two coolest frens a girl can ever have. May you rock forever and ever!!! *blows flying kisses*

Goodbye peeps, for now. Proceeding to change from cranky biatch mode to beach bum mode.

Wonder if I can pull off a Kate Bosworth-ish babe-coolness?

Who needs love?

Listening to: God is a DJ by Pink

Gotta love that song, especially the 'life is an asshole' bit. :P

Which totally descibes this week, and I've just finished my last project, aka the Jalani Horror. I went a type-a-thron since 8pm and now its 2am. Morphed into a total cranky bitch, tho i blame it all on my sleep deprivation. I think this is a rite of passage; and I am at the point whereby probably, a majority of tertiary students such as I, pull all-nighters on a regular basis.

Not to mention pulling out of hair too. Just hope I dun get a bald spot out of this.

Took lotsa pics since its Naidu's last lesson, before he heads to Nepal to climb some mean mountains. So cool~~~

Shall photo-whore the next entry, where I proclaim my undying love for you know who and where I look like a moron to the extreme. :)

Who needs love?

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Listening to: Initial D OST

Definitely gonna suffer for my penchant for late-night surfing.

Remember Shan Wee from Eye for a Guy? He's a DJ who's show I sometimes tune in, and more often than not, he cracks me up. Boy, you should hear his promo stint, featuring a parodized James Blunt song. Bloody funny shit.

And, he is eye-candy, as much as I hate to admit it. Not to mention that his sexy British accent is a plus. (Ok, so I have a thing for accents. Who doesn't? Just not Swedish ones, I prolly can't keep a straight face when speaking to one. LOL) But then taking into account, his REALLY immature behaviour on the show, and it seems that the cute guys always finish the fastest.

Whether being pawed by the resident SPG, married blissfully with kids, gay or dead. There was this one cutie in Friendster called Tristan, but apparently even he is taken too. LOL, bigtime. I just never seem to get lucky. Anyhow, Fran says that I'm a SPG in the making.
I wonder if its in jest or a fact, guess we'll have to wait and see.

So yeah. Shall accept the fact that the odds of me ever getting a hottie boyfriend is close to non-existant, just like how I shall surrender to my lethargy. And random ramblings to a close.

Who needs love?

Monday, September 26, 2005

Still feels pretty surreal that I'm back, after two arduous months of not blogging. Where are you,people?! Have I already been forgotten, jus a figment of the past?

Ok, drama antics aside. I had, for the longest time wanted to write about the whole Mid-autumn experience. On entering the store, it was a sight to behold. Dozens upon dozens of lanterns of every imaginable design hung from the corners or strung across the store. One could simply reach forward and fiddle with the lantern till one's heart's content.A mix of colors and sounds to draw almost anyone and everyone to come in and take a look, at least.
It was pretty amazing, and consider that coming from a person who doesn't really celebrate it, let alone know about the origins of the festival.

Initially, it was fun. Sorta like how one would feel if he was working in Toys'r'Us. Then, the novelty began to wear off. The arresting sight soon became one that I dread. The incessant noise became a daily obstacle, as we always had to off the music from battery-operated ones, which were constantly left on by some inconsiderate jackasses.

That's not all. I think that I love children, and I would prolly do anything to make them happy. But this is the one time that I really wanted to wring their necks for their fickle-mindedness. ARGH!

Me: So what would you like?
Kid: The Goldfish. (points to the uppermost shelf stuffed with cellophone lanterns)
Me: Sigh. Sure, please wait. (Proceeds to climb up and bring it down)
After much stumbling and disentangling of strings, the kid turns to me with big innocuous eyes and says:
Kid: I think I dun want this liao. Can I have the Elephant over there? (Gestures to the furtherest end of shop.)

Needless to say; with gritted teeth and homicidal tendencies, I deal with this with a dangerous calm, just as I do everyday for every other kid.

Then we come to the prima-donna Ah-Lians and the Ah-Sohs who think that we meagre-pay earners owe them a living. Stupid, fucked up biatches.
Firstly, the PDALs aren't so bad. Occasionally, from afar a seemingly well-dressed lady enters the store, casting half-closed glances at our wares.
Then your gaze trails down and you notice that despite the Dolcace and Gabbana dress she's garbed and the LV monogram she slung on one arm, not forgetting the ostentatious Bling she adorned; she's wearing cheap sandals. Like the ones you get at neighbourhood outlets for $9.90.
Top to middle, an assortment of brands...then u look at her feet.

Go figure.

~~~

Then we have the bitchy Ah-Sos, the species of women that hold themselves in a high position as they feel that being a little older and having the dough, they should be treated as F-ing VIPs. There was this one time where a Chyna-looking Ah-So and her daughter walked in and flamboyantly pointed here and there and demanded that we get it all for them, in record time.

MIND YOU, that was during the lunch period on a Sunday. You can roughly imagine how the crowd must be like. I know that its inevitable to face this sort of characters, but argh! I could feel my blood boiling. I serve by a first-come-first-serve basis, and there was like 2 other customers before her. Not to be conceited or narcissistic, but I'm one of the fastest when it comes to handling the cash register. But apparently, that was good enough for her.

The X-chromosome homo-sapien picks up a couple of rattan sticks (meant for holding the lanterns) and RUDELY raps it on the cash register. She was strangely oblivious to the startled stares of the other customers and my gradually-pissed expression. It took all of my will power to not lunge at her and stick the damn sticks where they rightfully belong.

I mean, seriously. She has eyes to see, yet she fails to notice that I'm only one person, with only a pair of arms, dealing with THREE people. *&%$#@!@$% And then there's more, but I'm gonna bugger off now to watch ANTM.

Shall continue in the next entry, bearing more positive vibes, hopefully.

Who needs love?

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Listening to: Initial D OST

To all who have faithfully tuned in, or to the poor clueless chaps who unwitting stumbed upon this rant page of mine....

I AM BACK! DA QUEEN IS IN THE HOUSE!

Yes, after the tragic demise of my former sole extension (read:lousy computer) that left me crippled of my blog for the last 2 months, not a day passed with out ritualistic cursing of all things technical (or products manufactured by Bill Gates) and endless moaning of not being able to share all that I wanted to share. Each day my heart was hurting as I cast woebegone looks at others' laptops and flat-screen computers. Such is cruel fate.

But...guess who is having the last laugh NOW? Today is definitely a day to remember: my darling dad has bought me a laptop! Or at least, for me to use until he can find time and space to install it in the living room. But, being the optimist that I am, I'm more than happy with this present arrangement.

The past 2 weeks have been a total bitch, to say the least. I know myself well, and I'm not one who likes to prettify/romantise things. 3 project deadlines compressed in a mere 7 days, and the infuriating feeling of being in the middle of class politics. I love everyone in our class, tho I can't say the same for the other way round. As much as I wish things would return the way the were during the PC period, its impossible. Is being in a clique that important? I wonder why I've been given strange looks the last few days,and it would really be nice if someone can tell me why.

Furthermore, if anyone has anything against me, I say: jolly well have the balls to say it in my face before you start spreading it around behind my back. You know who you are.

Faux philosphies of life aside, I turn my attention to my seemingly irrepressable shopping addict. Yet I have no one to blame but myself as I succumb again and again to the alluring call of sales and discounts. Bugger to the max. I've heard of rehabilitation for alchoholics and drug addicts, I wonder if they have one for retail-zombies. Cos I'm in serious need of one.

Some stuff the past few weeks, I:

-Ended my work selling lanterns during a Mid-Autumn promotion. It was such an event that I've decided it needs one whole entry by itself in order to commemorate. Of prima-donna Ah-lians, bitchy Ah-Sos and cute Caucasians. Stay tuned....

-Have been photographed in the most unglamorous position during a all-female stint at Century Square on the 11th Sept. Wondered what surprised me more: that I would make headlines that sorta way or that most of my classmates read the papers. No offence really!

-The projects were pretty smooth-sailing, big thanks to Aishu, Ken and ESPECIALLY Menaka. Really am very happy to have made a life-long friend who I can really trust and care about without being mistaken for a lesbian. coughJunocough? LOL.

-FINALLY finished watching Korean drama, Stairway to Heaven. A tear-jerker from start till end, tho the plot was the most cliched (Loss of memory? That idea is so used to dead. Wake up,script-writers! What are you being paid for??), and there were zilch cute guys, but the acting was spectacular beyond expectations. Go catch it if you haven't.

-Had a great time clubbing with my four boos, you guys Knoooow who you are,eh? We sure did have a blast chilling and burning up the dance floor, methinks. Desire was great, tho the drinks were bloody diluted. And glad it wasn't too much of an SPG watering-hole...

-Got most of the stuff I've wanted, and learnt how to apply blush for the first time. Had my very first Time-Out chocolate bar last week. :)

I don't wanna end with an emo note, but just wanna thank everyone who hasn't given up on this blog, and hopefully, the owner too. Remember that my love for all my fren knows no boundaries, and you can always come to me when u need a hand or a shoulder to cry on. Or an extra pair of arms for a shopping spree.

Thats a promise, for always.

Who needs love?