dumbfuck singaporeans

Almost successfully sold Rasputin's newer cage today. Almost. The listing on Ebay was immediately sold to some ass in Yio Chu Kang.

The listing stated pick up at Tanah Merah MRT, but I agreed to a pick up at City Hall MRT instead cos it's on my way to tuition near Ikea Alexandra. As much as it would inconvenience me to lug the cage all the way to fucking City Hall via MRT, I just wanted to get rid of it.

Then I decided fuck, I should just take a cab. It'd be too expensive to drive in with all the ERPs and whatnot. 1 hour prior to meet-up I asked if it was okay to up the price by $10, as I was taking a cab to meet the asswipe. On my part I shouldn't have done this so last minute, but i'd expect some degree of understanding, and I don't want to be ripped off.

Isn't it only fair for him to pay? I did state pick up at Tanah Merah, and I was meeting him at his convenience, nearer to his place.

So he said forget it then.

Wtf moment. I AM NOT ONE TO BE MANIPULATED.

p/s: will hopefully have a photo-blogpost up soon. Been meaning to do that for awhile!

carlos are you lost

Do you not want your jacket back? I'm very tempted to throw it on for fun, you better take it back soon!

You could tell your parents you picked it up at a vintage store for cheap (am not implying in any way that the jacket looks 2nd hand).

Orr..

You could tell them it was a gift.

You could tell them you found it in a cinema.

You could tell them the people at Style magazine have now chosen you to endorse random articles of clothing.

You could tell them you traded in one of your old jackets for this a la YouSwop.

You could tell them they were throwing them out for free to offset rising food prices.

You could..... I've run out of ideas.

laggation

You know that type of headache? When you get up and walk a few steps then your brain sort of.. catches up with your cranium? In doing so it actually knocks the inside of your forehead, sending this strange pain down your face and your vision starts to fuck up momentarily.

That plus inexplicable arm aches. Strange.

Am feeling a financial pinch on the bum. Shelled out $200 for ratty castrations on Saturday, which I did so pretty willingly. It was only the post-payment pinch that got to me. Both Stalin&Rasputin have been snipped and are now testosteroneless. Woke up at some indecent time in the morning (8.30am) and took a cab down to the vet at Bukit Purmei, think Vivocity.

I had to go THAT far to get to the vet because no vets around the East have the confidence to operate on rodents. That's quite sad, cos if someone brings in a dying hamster and the vet refuses the operate they'd just have to put it down.

But anyway, through some asking around I got this clinic's contact number, and they scheduled me right away for an appointment. On that Saturday itself the vet said the surgery could be done. So with slight hesitance, I left my two boys there.

Oh and turns out Stalin has bigger balls than Rasputin! Who would've known...

After the surgery, the vet nurses gave Rasputin a rubber glove filled with warm water to lie on, and apparently he reclined backwards on it cos it was so shiok. The nurses thought he died and got a shock. Am currently nursing the two, giving them their antibiotics and painkillers which would be easier if Rasputin stopped attacking the syringes.

They shouldn't fight anymore after this. And its only right for me to make sure of that before I put them up for adoption :(

you go to jail bad boy

"If you enjoy what you do, you’ll never work another day in your life."

Why is it when I quote this to people, they refuse to believe Confucius said it?

It definitely holds true though.

I give tuition everyday, and it feels like DEATH.

On the other hand despite the long hours and fatigue, I absolutely loved going to the vet every (other) day.

I think my blog was a more interesting read when I was volunteering at the vet. Tuition doesn't exactly get your blood pumping.

i must exit into the night

Need some DJ Patife to calm my nerves.

Ok better.

I am deliriously thankful for everything that keeps me as happy as ever. And keeping me happy, while my departure is looming nearer, though it's still a ways to go.

Rasputin is going to knock his entire food tray off the 2nd floor of his cage if he keeps attacking Stalin through the bars. Ratty castration is sorely overdue, so I will be hopefully be getting it done this week.

Bought a huge-ass 3 tiered ratty cage cos I felt the guinea pig one I bought wasn't suitable. Thinking the two boys were somewhat getting along, I housed them together. Baddd idea.

The cage is awesome though, bought it 2nd hand so backside won't tear.

Girlfriends and I went to Zouk's Flea n Easy to see what all the hype was about. The clothes were actually not bad, was thinking about a $60 maxi dress but decided against it. In the end I had my heart set on a checkered fedora with a red band and pretty blue lining for only $20, but when I finally decided to buy it and went back to the stall, IT WAS SOLD!

I was devastated for all of an hour. I told Yiling - if we see the person wearing it, just take and run ok.

Otherwise the trip was quite unfruitful for me and Yiling. On the other hand, Su and Rau were having a field time. Afterwards we trooped to Great World City and had lunch/dinner at Subway, followed by endless MAD rounds of Pictionary. Su was bringing the cards, hourglass, notebook and pencils around in a plastic bag in her bag, so cute la.

Great World City has BADASS toilets. Photos with Raudhah!

We made our way back afterwards, and Aresha called, on the way home from the Indian fair at the Expo asking if I wanted a ride home. I stood uncomfortably at the taxi stand while all the NS boys were assembling before going to camp, facing the taxi stand. Only because I knew Aresha was going to be blasting the cassette tapes she bought from Sungei Rd on Saturday.

Yes, the Cefiro has a cassette player. It's awesome cos whenever we pick up a random cassette tape we can just pop it in without whinging about how we threw away our walkmans yonkers ago.

Aresha bought Sing Along Singapore, and Learn English with Maggi (primary school teaching aid or something?). She was blasting DAYUNG SAMPAN from the former, windows down, when she arrived at the taxi stand.

She asked when I entered, "You think the army boys heard or not?"

We ended up going to Tampines Mall to window shop. As a result of my devastation earlier, I bought a black fedora from Craft. Don't think i'll use it in the day though, kinda hard to pull it off without looking like every other indie poof.

Oh, we saw Carlos at the flea market! He was buying all sorts of stuff, and an army green fedora. He looks so amazing nowadays, and Yiling and I fell in love with the elbow watch he was wearing. Simpang night soon fo' shor!

*insert giant le sigh*

who says:
im so sick of seeing people's hall photos and blah blah blah
who says:
uni blah

opus deli____ rakk says:
ergh

who says:
LIKE WHA-EVAR

opus deli____ rakk says:
hahahahah
opus deli____ rakk says:
STOP GOING ON FB

______

I really am. I know, it's not their fault, neither their problem. It's just me. I'm just extremely bored waiting.

The last 6 months thereabouts. I'M SO BORED.

I will;

1) Send my bike for repairs tomorrow
2) DRIVE DAMN FECKIN' WELL SO I GET MY LICENSE ASAP
3) Change phone. My contract has expired for 4 months already WTF
4) Spend helluva lot more time with friends

I don't want to leave next year and regret not spending enough time with you monkeys. And I feel so bad everytime I pangseh Ernie and Lani. Thursday AND Friday will be spent out and about, getting drunk (but not as drunk as I was on Lani's birthday, that was the worst) on hopefully the least money possible.

I find that I've been limiting my fun SO much because of my lack of spending. I did want to go see Travis, but didn't think it was worth it. Turns out they played an almost-full set (I think?). F1 walkabout tickets don't seem worth it because the zone is SO FAR FROM THE TRACK.

Aiya I feel like a scrooge. And with Kanye West's concert coming.... God help me.

Et maintenant le voyage a la supermarche!

Flight of the Conchords - Foux Da Fa Fa (which actually doesn't mean anything)

Never fails to cheer me up on a blah day.



I love how everything is simple Paris mod-chic. Even if you don't understand bits of french, you can kinda guess what they're singing are the simplest french phrases, the kind you learn out of travel guides. Though, when put together like this it sounds like a sophisticated conversation, from the perspective of someone who doesn't understand french.

TALK TALK TALK

Would definitely throw self respect out the window for Jemaine. His voice, his.. sideburns. Bret just doesn't cut it for me.

"You're so beautiful... Like a tree... Or a high class prostitute."
"You're so beautiful... You could be a part time model.. But you'll probably still have to keep your normal job."

aw hell no

After Bio tuition today in Sengkang, I started seeing blurry shapes before my eyes. Then on the LRT to Punggol MRT, my head started throbbing and I was having a headache behind my eyeballs, you know the kind?

Thought I could sleep it off on the train on the way to Dhoby Ghaut (last day at WO), but when I reached Dhoby Ghaut I was feeling worse. Bought some Chilli Cheese Fries from Carls Jr. and staggered to WO with my headache getting progressively worse.

Finally reached there, and I was about 1 and a half hours early cos I didn't see the point in going home before making my way there. I decided to just chill out, eat, take some panadol and hope things get better. I had my whole night planned out! Cos its my last day, Lani and Ernie were coming over to the bar to keep me company till closing time, then we'd head to my place for movies and booze.

By the time my shift started the headache was still there, and Mitch told me to just go home. I was reluctant, but I knew I had to otherwise god knows what i'll break or spill if I work later.

Thanks to this FUCKING HEADACHE, my last night at WO which was supposed to be a night of stupid fun was completely ruined.

Why am I blogging at 5.25am? Cos I couldn't tahan and needed to sleep, so I did at about 9pm. After Gerald's call earlier I am now wide awake, but still headache-y, and STARVING.

Took a cab home from WO. Pa was supposed to bring Ash for NDP, but came home after having one drink too many in the afternoon at a wedding he solemnized, which upset Ma, which upset Ash. In the end they never went, and the 6 NDP tickets we got this year went to waste.

Bleh. Didn't work, didn't go out, didn't have a sleepover partay, didn't go out with Gerald at 4am why like that ah.

And why do all the wimmins on the American Apparel Store website not wear bras?

cringe

Wednesday. The killer weekend is approaching, and I say that in the worst way possible. Friday - tuition then WO, Saturday - 3 tuition kids in a row then WO, Sunday - Wake up at some disgusting time in the morning for 4 straight hours of tuition in Sengkang.

I wish I didn't have to work at WO anymore, I've already said i'd quit. But I still have 3 days on my schedule to clear. Mitch knows, Lani and Renie know.. I feel abit sad to go, cos i'll miss the girlies so much. And as much as Mitch is gatal and unreasonable (on occasion), he's extremely fun too.

I promised Yigang i'd bring him to Relish with the 25% staff discount but I won't get it anymore once i'm done working, so hopefully we're going next Monday.

Other than that things have been good, still waiting on the new maid to come.

Past few weeks have been crazy though. Aresha, Primela and I have been going all over the place. The wonders of having a car... I can't wait to get my license! It's a good few months away though.

Over the last few weeks, we've done/gone to -

The abandoned HDB estate at Lim Chu Kang,
The abandoned french embassy at Cluny, near the creepy Istana Woodneuk which we shall check out soon,
Bapuk stakeouts at Changi several times,
JB for some cereal crayfish, salad you tiao, baby kai lan and sweet and sour chicken, THREE TIMES IN THE LAST THREE WEEKS.

We frequent the place so often the guy recognises us already. He said if we come next week he'll have something special for us. Wah.

Whenever there's a jam at the causeway we'll get extra extra hungry. It's horrible torture man, looking forward to the crayfish and you're stuck in the jam. If anyone's interested you're more than welcome to join us! It really is as yummy as it sounds, even I'm getting hungry right now even though I just ate in JB yesterday night. Super shiok.

MAD ABOUT ENGLISH

The 2008 Olympics, Beijing's 'Coming Out' party. Kinda like those parties people have to celebrate their daughter's fertility after her first period.

Will be marching to work tomorrow to quit. I still have 3-4 weeks left to clear on my schedule. I'm not just gonna drop everything halfway, that's so irresponsible. But I know, despite how common sense may normally prevail, my family will be barking at me as to why the hell i'm still going to work at the bar.

Busy-ass weekend and week ahead after that. I now have a total of 6 tuition kids. 1 of which owes me 4 lessons :O

Monday will be my 2nd driving lesson with Uncle Foo. Can't believe I haven't said anything about that yet. Passed my Basic Theory thank god, and am now taking driving lessons. Within my first lesson I already got the hang of switching gears, and Uncle Foo made me leave the carpark onto the busy roads in the Eunos area! I nearly died, but confidence is key. It's really not so hard after all, but I can't say that just yet, at least until I stop stalling the engine.

I am really praying that I inherited my dad's driving skills and not my mom's, otherwise I will be in deep shite and will not be able to pass before I leave for Australia. And that will be unbelievable suckage.

does this mean the new maid is coming tomorrow?

Today's horoscope;

" The bumpy road you've been on for a while is going to get a whole lot smoother today. What's funny is that while you'll love the change of pace, a part of you is going to miss all of the exciting drama. An easy life can become a boring life, and this is something you understand all too well. Just try to enjoy this more peaceful period while it lasts. Don't wish it were different -- because soon enough it will be! This lull in the action will give you a chance to regroup and recharge. "

Hmm.

my heart is happy watching my ratties run around the room

Hello. No I haven't died in a ditch (though the feeling is almost about right), and no I haven't been cosying up and hiding away with some boy (why is everyone thinking this? Ideally I wish this was the actual situation).

In fact, all i've been doing is giving tuition, housework, and WO. Something's gotta give, i'm so tired. And this newly acquired flu is doing absolutely nothing to help the situation. 3 more tuition kids and I quit the bar. That's the deal i've made with myself, and many people around me.

Housework is no fun at all. Especially when you're doing everyone else's. Tomorrow i'll take the opportunity to rest though, it's gonna be some music event next to Tanah Merah MRT! Yeah you heard right. All the previous events organised by the Youth committee of our GRC have been lame, but this time Aresha's been added to the mix. She's channeled funds into proper sound equipment etc, and will be playing old school hip hop between various bands.

You've got to be mad if you don't like old school hip hop.

And right at the very end she'll be spinning good old drum and bass. Not bad for a crappy neighbourhood CC event i'd say.

the week is finally over

And tonight.. well, today morning, I can sleep in for as long as I like. Such bliss. Even Ma could see how horribly tired I looked even before I left for tuition this afternoon. Went to work - an old WO employee came back to work, Ainsley. At least now there's one cute boy in the bar. Nothing personal against WO and my lovely colleagues but I want to stop soon... depending on whether anymore kids need my tutoring skillz.

Gave the RSC Block Party a miss too. I thought of going cos Aresha was spinning at the Red Bull tent, and she brought Ash along. From what she told me, it sounded pretty dull cos of the rain. Then she told me there was some horrible girl there, asking people why she brought Ashwin along, and that he should just be locked up at home.

Who the fuck says things like this? And which random bich even knows about Ash, or is even any of her business?

Happier shinier things - Ms Pereira was at the bar today! I was shocked - I just blurted out a 'OMG! MS PEREIRA!' much to her panic. So I called her Mischa instead. She's got a lovely name :D

As I served her table she introduced me to everyone as her ex-student. She's looking better than ever, and her kid is 2 years old already! Met her husband and sister, they were all invited for the 80s Party that was happening in the bar. Super tiring, but much better than yesterday's formal dinner do. We became... banquet servers! Yes kill us now.

We had a banquet serving crash course - how to fold fancy napkin shapes, how to carry 3 giant dinner plates full of food at the same time (not even half as easy as it sounds), how to stack plates as we clear them, preparation of cutlery etc etc.

I'm not complaining though, practically every weekend we have all sorts of events going on now. And for some reason i've been on a lucky streak for getting big fat tips! Which is completely unlike your typical Singaporean, stingy as hell and the concept of tipping a server comes across as almost vulgar. In a good night I earn the equivalent of a full shift worth of tips... Sometimes people give tips for the bar to share, but the ones i've been getting were for my *cough*GOOD*cough* service.

Maybe someone has been enlightening customers on how WE EARN A PITTANCE. I guess that's the only reason why i'd stop. If I could spend 3 hours doing tuition, I'd earn more than even the longest shift at the bar on the public holiday, which is a good 9-10 hours.

Well, at least i've been doing something right. Although... I am perpetually 15-20mins late for work. I think Mitch is absolutely sick and tired of it, he msged me telling me to go home instead of coming cos I was already late, but I hadn't read the msg and showed up anyway. Nyahah.

Ok I really need sleep. Here are some Japanese people playing soccer in binoculars.

home the whole day

I haven't been grounded. But I had to stay at home anyway. The TV's been on the whole day, and I haven't really left the sofa since 10am. Omg.

Ended up watching the USA vs John Lennon on Star Movies. It was almost... entrancing. Like an entire era came and went even before we were conceived. After watching it I channel surfed and found the Pussycat Dolls yapping like precocious 12 year olds on MTV, and Ashanti touching herself on Channel V.

And then I started feeling extremely depressed.

It's been 2 weeks since Liza, yet another maid, bailed on us. So what's new right? I just wish I could do my own laundry, wash my own dishes, not everyone else's. Nobody really puts in effort to pitch in, to make life easier for everyone. Bleh. Fingers crossed for the next maid to come ASAP.

I wonder how much it'll cost to fix up the Trek. I need to start cycling again, since going out anywhere else costs money I'm not willing to spend.

prostituting myself

Yes.

Please spread the word that I am giving tuition. Give my number out if you must. I WANT TO GIVE MORE TUITION! I AM TIRED OF SITTING ON MY ASS AT HOME FOR HOURS AT A TIME!

Phew.

Zahra left a few hours ago. Shangari was leaving too, at the same time on the same airline, but it was Qantas heading to Adelaide, not Sydney. It was quite emotional at the airport. As Zahra hugged me goodbye I was telling her all sorts of things during the hug and ended it with a loud "Understand?!", because I was on a mumble-rant about the number of months she left me hanging, and that she better call me when she gets back in Dec, if her dad lets her.

Then after the hug I saw her crying, and I thought shit, I made her cry. Haha.

I don't cry at farewells. Okay well I do but rarely - when we were leaving the kids in Cambodia, when I left London for the first time (cos I absolutely detested the fact I had to come home and get back to studying and school). I almost cried when I left the second time, but only because Aunty Gogi was teary-eyed as I walked backwards into the departure hall, still waving at David and Aniek.

Back to Zahra. It was a good ol' Indian farewell. Every other race in the airport would probably have complained about it, but I really think it's something anyone would appreciate. To have everyone you care give you a final sendoff.

Rak and I had Popeye's afterwards, then watched Zahra's plane from the viewing mall. There were 2 Qantas planes, and all were delayed due to the rain or something. Within 5 mins of our arrival the first Qantas taxi-ed and left, but we assumed Zahra's was the other plane, because on the departure telly her gate was still closing, not closed.

The 2nd Qantas however, didn't leave until much later. In fact, when we left the viewing mall quarter past 11pm, 45 mins after Zahra's scheduled take-off time, it still hadn't budged. Strange.
Been seeing a lot of Raksha lately. As in... meeting her often. Maybe it's cos of Zahra, hopefully not, but either way I'm really glad we're back in propah contact now. It's almost like 4 years of secondary school never happened. 12 years of being friends, wao.

I said that to someone at the airport today, and she went 'Huh? So we're 24?'

We all have our frisbee moments. I have decided not to call it blonde moments anymore.

'I was wondering why the frisbee was getting bigger and bigger and then it hit me.'

But bleh, pot calling the kettle black. I am denser than selenium.

7 months and counting

I've read several blogs of people leaving, or have already left. It's almost surreal. A good majority sprang it as a surprise on me, not that it matters cos I won't be missing that majority.

But... so many people are leaving, others starting their uni education locally soon. All the boys will be busy in NS. So that leaves just me and Raksha.

For quite a few people... they only had maybe a couple of months before their departures. Things happen in a flurry, last minute preps have to be done, and not really much time left after that to truly anticipate whichever foreign country they're flying off to.

What if you had.... 8 months? You have enough time to realise what you'll be missing when you leave, and when you get over it all you have left is to wait.

Wait and wait and wait. I don't even know if i'll have enough for Amsterdam come November. Then i'll just be living a completely mundane life in Singapore for the remaining months. Is this really how I want to remember my last moments in this stupid country? Like I may have mentioned before, I don't know if I want to come back after 5 years.

But what else is there for a 19-year-old to do in this country? It seems the in-thing to do now is to go to Clarke Quay and enjoy Saturday night House for weeks on end. Also - to get disgustingly hammered.

House nights - Check
Get smashed - Check

So what's next? It'd be nice to get suggestions on how I could spend these last 7 months. Hmm.

time to cut the stitches

I called up about 4 tuition agencies today. I suppose them taking half of my first month can't be THAT bad.. depends on the rates they've proposed to prospective uh... tutees.

Went assessment book shopping again today, and did a good job in resisting the urge to buy unnecessary stationery. I just love the feel of a new notebook, a new pen, a new file. I bought myself a Pure 'O' Level Physics study guide for.... myself.

I told myself while I was looking through every Physics book that i'd consult Yiwei (a Melbourne vet school senior) about this first, cos he was telling me I could just take beginners' Physics in my pre-vet year. Those who did Physics at 'A' Level however, can go on to take the intermediate and advanced Physics courses.

Despite that, I bought a study guide anyways. A lil' reading up wouldn't hurt. And speaking of reading up, my Basic Theory's in 2 weeks and I have zero confidence. I know it's easy, but people still fail anyway. During my E-trial I failed the first set, then passed the second. So... I don't.... know.

I'm glad that i'm doing this... Phasing-stupid-people-out-of-my-life thing. I find myself to be much happier - sans drama, sans heartache (only a lil bit recently but it's cool now), sans puffy eyes, sans anger. But I wouldn't say it's 100% sans all of the above.

Most recently, for the past 2 months at least I've been angry, depressed, and feeling guilty in small pockets for the smallest reasons, sometimes even for no reason. And despite narrowing down the circle to a handful (or two), and feeling much happier for it, the biggest stitch must now be undone. Or cut. Or whatever.

I am the leading lady of my own life.

Anyone who doesn't think so, get the hell out of my life then.

could somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees

I am officially obsessed with these two. Damnit Raksha! How do you pull off a nonsensical conversation like that without cracking up. And their deadpan expressions make it all the more funnier. The song's called Issues (Think About It), by Flight of the Conchords.

ahh.... shit.

I just want to lie on the grass in a quiet spot along ECP after hours of looking for stars.

And make out with you, while listening to the CD you bought me.

......



But I don't even like you anymore.

but let's not get trigger-happy

I didn't know the cardboard buns in China were a hoax.

Apparently China now makes fake eggs. That's a hoax too.

Just today in the papers a farmer staged a fake photo of an endangered South China tiger, leading to various explosions of happiness from wildlife conservationists.

Skinning domesticated animals ALIVE, exporting their fur for commercial purposes. I don't know if this is really true or not, but I signed the petition on the website protesting against it anyway.

Wah. Earthquake in Sichuan and violence in Tibet. People trying to blow out the Olympic torch.

No country's record is squeaky clean but China.... just.. wow. They're on a roll now aren't they?

At the very least, they made an effort to rescue the pandas from the Wolong Giant Panda Reserve.

Damn the internet, you will never know what the truth really is.