So, today a guy friend questioned me about my sexual orientation. And I thought it was rather blatant. And outlandishly RUDE.

"You ain't straight, right?" "You are a lesbian!"

It hit me. Right in my face, literally. Whatever that had prompted you to ask sucha stupid question should just jump off the cliff and die. Nobody will give a flying fuck about you anyways. Because you're one worthless piece of shit like that :)

Since when did I say I'm a lesbian? A full-blown one to be precise? Even if I did brought up about my sexual preferences, I only remembered telling you people I'm a bisexual... Just because of how I once swooned over Sara and the likes, it made you think that I'm a freaking lesbian? Nope. It doesn't work that way, bro. :/

I'd PERMANENTLY stopped watching Playful Kiss right after i wrote something about it in my previous entry. =_= but the thing is, i can't stand Oh Ha Ni's heavy dependence on Baek Seung Jo anymore (since Episode 13, I realised the dependency has indeed, gone wayyyy overboard.). It just fumes me up!!!! >:/
Hate girls who do not embrace the virtue of self-loving... and have their own opinions over things so trivial...
Bleah! :P

Anyways, I started on Ghost Adventures now and I must say, the series are TIMELESS.
I love paranormal stuffs and as my own experiences with the dead have concluded, you can't possibly get away with this kind of things.
THEY ARE INDEED OUT THERE. (somewhere... you just gotta try your luck!!!) o.o

Have been watching Playful Kiss avidly these few days and i must say, the korean adaption of itsuka no kiss is AWESOMTASTIC! ;D
The thought of watching this show has always been on my mind ever since i heard about it some months ago... but it always ended up forgotten or being chucked away for something that provoked a need for something else wtf (E.g. Boys over Flowers (Korean). =_=

Stopped at Episode 13 for the moment... All in all there are 16 episodes. :)) Waa. I cant believe i, the bottomless pit, actually skipped meals just because of the overwhelming desire and anticipation to quickly finish watching all the episodes!!! 
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Hmm. I just realised something after the start of watching PK.. Previously I thought that I really liked Kim Hyun Joong for himself but in actual fact, I'M ONLY IN LOVE WITH YOON JI HOO (from BOF) TT.TT

The sorta "indifferent" feeling i have for Baek Seung Jo in PK kinda came as a shock (or so i think... cuz i thought i liked Hyun joong and all..) but uncannily appeared as a rather solid proof I'M ONLY IN LOVE WITH YOON JI HOO (from BOF) TT.TT !!!



YOON JI HOOO~ sarang hae!! >.<

I just realised i havent had proper conversations with anyone these few days. It's as if i'm isolating myself from the rest of the world and couldn't care less about what others are currently up to. It's as if something is drawing my consciousness away from this very shell i call home.

Life now is like a straw...
Because it SUCKS.
:c
(well, like always i guess.)

I'd rather not have the holidays. I'd rather go back to school, like seriously. :/
Everyday is getting more mundane as time passes, i'm getting stuck in a rut.
No, i'm already IN A RUT.
dammit.

I think i'd better find a job or i will continue to disfigure my face like what i will always do when i'm starting to stone and decompose.

Ooo this is the first time I'm posting stuff online using a phone!! Haha the wonders of modern tech and my new blackberry!! *loves*

Hmm got back our promotional status today and I wasn't quite sure what to feel initially. A part of me says I should feel happy because I am promoted to next year but the other disagrees since the 08 incident still dwells rather distinctively inside.

Oh ya the physicists say that it's possible to time travel!! :D

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This is like damn weird... I have been calling the aunty who sells noodles at my school's canteen GAMBIT ever since the day when I was queuing up for the food and suddenly became so bored that I had to start coming up with my own version of the X-men team. I started to make the hand gesturing of how Gambit used to strike his poker-cards fatally towards the whatever Mephisto guy who always challenges him in a battle. My "weapon"? A $2 plastic money bill. LOL

Here's the blinding truth of the aunty who sells noodles at my school :

When Ms XXO ( now Mdm Chin Chay Mui ) was younger, she used to be the most beautiful (yet deadliest) assassin of her time, blamed for the most gruesome and heinous assassinations that had ever been carried out by a female Gambit across the history of mankind. She had a deep fondness for the game of poker (i think she still does...) so she decided to use poker-cards as her ultimate weapon to carry out whatever necessary assassinations that had been delegated to her by THE BOSS...

But Ms XXO had a secret. Although she was a feisty woman, driven fearless by the need to avenge her late Ah-Gong who used to rule the formidable Gu Qia Cui, her heart was stolen by a handsome young man called Wolverine ( now Mr Frederick Ong, a kopitiam owner ) and her vibe to killer instincts soon began to fail.

Two hearts resonate with each other and their love was almost too sweet to be true...

Unfortunately, as the War of Joo Chiat Road continued to intensify, the feelings of joy and happiness between the two loving couples were short-lived. Two years later, just as they were going to get married, a masked man suddenly appeared from nowhere, wielded his katana barbarically in air before stabbing Wolverine mercilessly into his heart! He stood firmly in his ground, drawing his katana out from Wolverine's chest as the poor man struggled to catch his last breath. Ms XXO stared blankly at the now lifeless body of her lover and could not move a single muscle. She was too petrified! As she shivered in disbelief, the masked man raised Ms XXO's chin with the shiny katana stained red by the very blood of her most loved person and looked right into her eyes. There was an uncannily strange familiarity that followed through the way the pupils dilated. "I know those eyes..." Ms XXO's soft raspy voice vibrated across the empty hall, which echoed reluctantly back to her as the masked man returned his katana to its sheath and walked away slowly, leaving her and the motionless body of Wolverine in this forsaken room once and for all. 

Ms XXO was devastated. With Wolverine gone, and an unborn baby still kicking energetically in her belly, she had no where else to go... but to avenge her late fiancé.

She traveled alone, across every place in Singapore, but still had no clues as to who exactly was the masked man who killed her beloved Wolverine on that unforgiving night of blood and horror. Not until when she reached near the borders of Geylang, a pair of unswerving eyes across the street made her shiver, just like how that pair had made her five years ago! Ms XXO was very certain it was indeed this man who killed Wolverine. Almost immediately, her killer instincts began to recharge and re-injected into her vein as she formed patterns in her brain as to how exactly she must perform in order to kill him successfully. But first, she would want to know the true self of this man and why he only killed Wolverine (and not her) unhesitatingly back then? She clenched the grip of her dagger and approached the man with little steps at first. Nonetheless, the very thought of finally getting to avenge Wolverine was all too overwhelming that Ms XXO started to lose control and jabbed the man hard in his back repeatedly, without giving him a chance to explain to her why he killed Wolverine five years ago!

...

The man died, so did Ms XXO's little life inside her body. Along as she attempted to force her way through the murder, the man's brutality had caused her to suffer from a miscarriage...

...
 

Now, after so many years, due to old age and and a sudden liking for both noodles and radically permed hair, the ex-Gambit chose to reside in a quieter region of the West ( near Bukit Gombak's Little Guilin garden ) and humbly became a noodle seller in a school where she could start earning money to fund her glorious maggie mee locks on her head, until death takes her away to live another life beneath the earth.***

i hate it when people tag pictures of me on facebook. It's not that i freakishly think their behaviour is downright abhorrent or whatever, I just don't like it when i see my photos being pasted upon the place where everyone can see them (and possibly make many judgments from there as well).

True, i do sometimes, suffer from low self-esteem.
When I look at those pictures that they have tagged of me, I really wanted so much to tear them down and photo-shopped them before I have the "audacity" to show them to the rest of the world again. I know that I was never photogenic, that's why it is best that I make necessary amendments to my faces before others could see them.  

Some have even said that I looked weird in the class photos thats why they wouldn't recommend me to buy them...

When I look at those pictures that they have tagged of me, I know a part of myself is feeling extremely not at ease. I look fat and ugly, unlike the profile picture that I've put up eons ago. No wait, its not because I looked at my best back then, its because of all the photo-shopping and stuff that i'd done on that particular picture of myself. A true epitome of being insecure.
I know that people like *someone*, have been talking bad things behind my back regarding my display picture, and i hate to admit it, but i was deeply affected by what they have to say. Yes, I'm indeed a coward, a narcissistic person who only wants to "fake prettiness". Yes, I'm indeed someone who isn't that good-looking, but how is it a problem and something to be disgusted of when the only thing you wanna do is to "look pretty and presentable" in front of other people?

My insecurities have been a huge barricade to making myself feel "pretty". Some of my friends have complimented on my looks but I don't really see what they see of me. It's sad, but true, I could never find myself pretty and skinny and blah blah.. Like come on, I have huge thighs, flabby arms, fat tummy, double chins, pimple-ridden face, etc!

Sometimes, I think the guys at my school (who i deem, like me), are blind. Blind as in REALLY BLIND like an old catfish swimming aimlessly across the dark forsaken cave waters. What exactly do they see in me? My fats?
They are like so many other gals who are prettier and skinnier and etc than me. Why are they sending such messages to me rather than the rest like those gals, for freak sake? I don't understand. I really don't. (Or is it my imagination that they are holding a torch for me? But I  know I'm not desperate, at least for anybody.. ) This is also why I hate to take photos with yours truly in them. I would look horrendous in these "raw and untouched" photos.

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I know that I was never pretty, until I made friends with Photoshop.

Finally i get to blog... Man, its been so long since I last logged in. =_=

Reread some of the entries I'd written eons ago... How i wished I'd never posted such ridiculous thoughts here. haha but come to think of it, i'm already a person full of ridiculous thoughts, so thats not gonna bring me to anywhere further.  ~.~

Anywho, promo 2 is coming. (woohooo... =_=) 
Of all the times to blog, i chose to do it right before the week prior to exams. awesome or what???


ohya, i remember i blogged something about wearing bras to sleep.
hmm.
ya i still wear it to sleep though. 
sometimes i feel as if my boobs are gasping for air in the middle of the night but i just cant stand wearing nothing inside while sleeping... 
the feelings of sheer emptiness and insecurity around your most sensitive area, thats really the suckest thing ever ttm. :(

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My mum found 4 baby terrapins in one of the toilets at Isetan last week. They had been starving for days (according to my mum's friend) and being such a kind and delicate soul my mum is, she decided to bring them home and raise them as pets. =_+ but more like raising them as her own offspring... (she has been talking to them and feeding them the best around the house ever since. what's more, today she brought her lunch to where the terrapins are and had it while watching her "babies" feed.) o.o LOL

(HAHA i just flipped the terrapins on their backs!!! xD)


Hmm ya, anyways, I think i better start studying now.
"Don't ever tempt fate. :/ " 

ok the title of this blog has absolutely nothing to do with smiling.. but neverthelaa, keep on smiling because I LOVE PEOPLE WHO SMILE. :)

Oh just read an article about Fans take unhappiness over charges of World Cup packages to Speakers’ Corner.
I think this is just ridiculous. I mean the pricing for the subscription of cuz, not the protesters. The protesters did a wonderful job at protesting. Its their absolute right as unhappy consumers to make their voices heard through demonstrations like this. 

Although I'm not a fan of any sort of ball games, I could really feel whats burning inside this whole thing about " I REALLY WANNA WATCH THE GAME BUT THE PRICE IS JUST SO MATHAFUCKING RIDICULOUS$%@$%@!!!"  Its really frustrating when we do not have other nice options to choose from, a part from those who are monopolizing the whole thinggy. ;\
This really brings up the prices since the goods we see here are normally inelastic goods. By increasing the prices of inelastic goods, the firms are earning more revenue than ever.... Damn those bloodsucking bastards.

Actually, I was already very upset about how St@rhub has replaced most 2-digits channels with now a compulsory 3-digits on all channels... I iz sadded. :(
I'm really having a hard time at maneuvering from one channel to the other simply because I cannot remember their current numbers... :(  I'm used to having only 2 numbers to press on the remote back then. :(( and now i have to reactivate myself on remember the new digits just for the sake of the stupid changes made. :(((

Haiz. St@rhub really kinda suck these days. First this and now that. Seriously ar, did they just changed their organizational structure or what? CEO replaced by a COE?? wadever =_=
I just hope they quickly do something about this shit before they start losing precious costumers like me.

I keep wearing my bra to sleep these days. I heard by covering your boobs too much especially  when you're sleeping, it will trigger something inside those two buns and form cancerous tissues!! *GASP*
I know i gotta stop wearing it to sleep.. but the problem is, I feel insecure easily. :\ when I twist and toss in my bed, I feel my clothes brushing against my titties. And I dun like that... I just dun. It feels like creep somehow. :P

But I dun want cancer in my boobs... NOBODY WANTS CANCER IN THEIR BOOBS. D:

WHAT AM I GONNA DO?? :(