Thursday, August 28, 2008

As seen on Asiaone - Crap level up

This made me feel sad. This level of "journalism" would probably come out from me after downing 15 shots of tequilas. I'm trying to figure out what they're trying to convey here. I mean the girls are attractive and successful no doubt but to begin with a line like Singaporean men are a turn off ... is just wrong. There's no win to the arguement.

I'd like to know why did they even answer to a question like that.

It reinforces the Singaporean woman stereotype that we're just too up there, SPG, over-calculative. Why are we nit picking? What do they want to achieve from this? Implementation of grooming classes in NS?

Thursday, August 21, 2008

In conversation

After a group study session.

Me: Did you know Fucker is gender specific, so next time u scold Fucker, you must direct it to a male.

Classmate: How about Fucktress?

Within the same day:
Classmate: Pas-s-kis-tan-ists
Me: (While everyone was trying to make out the word) Wow. I didn't know that Pakistanists had so many syllables.

Over the weekend at SH, these pair of shoes caught my eye, I thought they were really cute. To the wearer's credit he was also quite cute lah.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Cat Camo

Inspired by BM's entry on Kitty Camos.

Why my kitties don't even bother to conceal themselves when it comes to nap times?

In fact, its quite the opposite.

Kitty and her I-don't-see-you-means-you-can't-see-me pose.

Boy who really thinks he really is a boy (albeit deluded) choses the empty side of the bed nearer to the fan.
If you ask me I think they're really comfortable in their surroundings. And don't feel the need to hide from potential predators or threats.
In response to people who ask me, "Eh you sleep with your cat?"
I always answer them no. He sleeps with me :)

Monday, August 18, 2008


*Sung* I just called to say your aunt's husband is cheating on her
I just called to say how much i care ...

  1. Because I would feel good upon knowledge of such things?
  2. Because Mak Rah would feel good if I told her?
  3. I would really be happy if NOBODY in my family will recognise you. As if YOU never existed.
Why does he love upsetting me so?

After going about my bestfriend duties of assembling Sha's Tiramisu last night, I felt faint and sick in the stomach. After throwing up, my body ached telling me that I was pushing my limits so I sent myself off to bed with 2 asprins.

I'm quite inspired by something today. The last time I had to sit for an exam, the "yardstick" was here. I felt good studying. I will mug for my exams and will not let abovementioned idiot bring me down. I will think positive thoughts. I will drink tonight and sleep happy.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Nightmares that plague me.

SoPPy says:
i had a nightmare last night
SoPPy says:
woke up at 5.30
SoPPy says:
was so tripped that i actually went out for a run
jar0n - stone-ness says:
what kinda nightmare?
SoPPy says:
and then i felt sick after
jar0n - stone-ness says:
THAT bad, huh?
SoPPy says:
yes it was

Again, too personal, won't blog.

I smiled for the first time today reading a response from the "yardstick." He makes my life a little more bearable. Trust V to send me well wishes and tell me that things will be alright.

Thursday, August 14, 2008


I need a drink.

I just told my bestfriend for 7 years that he's no longer even a friend because the truth is he hasn't been behaving like one for the longest time.

Anyway, I haven't written fiction in a while. Here goes:

Nina went out alone that night, she was dressed in her nines as she would on days she went man hunting. Sometimes she went with girlfriends with like-minded agendas.

That day she wore a little black labeless dress that exentuated her tiny frame and her back, a fair, blank canvas that would excite any tattoo artist. She wore her make up like a mask to hide a facade behind a sad sad smile.

Tito was the piano player at the bar that night. It had been a quiet Monday, like the many mondays that have preceeded that particular quiet Monday.

He spots Nina at the bar. Alone. Drinking hard and fast. He steps up and says hello. He's never seen her before. She was pretty. He would never forget a face like that.

He offers to buy her a drink.

"I work here, I get a discount," he said smiling.

To his surprise she accepts graciously.

By the time they got to Nina's 5th drink for the night, they were laughing the night away like college kids.

Nina lets him put his hand on her naked back. It was warm and cushioned her against the hard cold bar stool. She liked the way he made little circles against it with his long slender fingers. It was a nice touch.

She liked how he inched closer. It wasn't long before she was in his arms and he was planting little kisses on her neck, her fair shoulders.

"Do you dance?" he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, "If you can lead, I'll follow," and he twirled her around to a jazz number.

Holding her close, taking in the scent of her hair and perfume.After the song, Nina declared she needed a smoke. He followed faithfully.

The alley was dark, she smoked and he didn't. He stood behind her, as she rested herself on him. He fingered the outlines of her garter belt against her thighs before he would decide to venture up her skirt.

It was so dark that he didn't see her take out the shiny knife in her purse.

The first time she stabbed him in the stomach he was stunned. He could feel her pulling the corrugated knife out of his guts. His tears welled up naturally and blurred his vision. He stumbled and tried to blink them away. She tried to stab him again, this time it was a deep gash slightly missing his pancrease. His line of vision, got dimmer.

With every cut she felt a rush of excitement and exhilaration. By the time she stabbed him the forth, fifth and many many times after, Tito was already dead. And a bloody mess.

The night didn't have to end that way. If he was easy, they would have fucked, and like a good girl the next morning, she would have left never to see him again.

Nina rationalised her deed. Tito was just too perfect, with men like him. It was better that they didn't exist.

Tito the piano player died of multiple lacerations that night. His face, untouched, perfect in every way. His body dumped by the dumpster by a beautiful girl he had never even shared a passionate kiss with.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Eh? To finding stuff about myself.

Got this from Dean's blog, I think its quite an eye opener

Your view on yourself:
You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.

The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.

Your views on education:
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.

What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.

Who is your true self:
You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.

Between sleep.

I feel cheated when I pick up a bad book to read. Who will compensate me for my wasted time and effort?

Funny dear were we talking about books? For a minute there I thought you were talking about men.

I had a dream about you last night that I was hugging you. It was a familiar embrace, almost friendly, almost intimate but most of all like how hugs were supposed to feel ... warm and fuzzy. I've missed you. What am I saying, I am missing you.

From a third person's perspective I would look as if I was clinging to you like a monkey, but let's not go there.

I woke up with a jolt from my slumber feeling as if an Acme anvil had descended upon my poor head. I wondered if you had that effect on women. Maybe they should give it a name and make it a clinical condition. Kinda like herpes.

Saturday, August 9, 2008


I was at Gardens yesterday chasing away blues, painting the town a shade of emo with the best company I could imagine.

I came home to an email about death and funerals from a blogfriend. It wasn't morbid or anything.

I got SHOCKED something from the past (too personal, won't blog here)

And by the some coincidence, because of the aforementioned shock, I rang the ex of 5 years and learnt of the passing of his grandfather which momentarily made me forget about my own problem and became somewhat of a consoling session.

Smelly, the thing about death is that it imputes the living more than the dead. The dead remain well ... dead. I'm sorry to hear about him and I know you loved him and perhaps at this point nobody can say anything to make you feel better. But if you need anything, I'm here for you.

These are the words I said because I felt like its the right thing to do.

These were the words that you should have said to me when my grandma passed away but you didn't. 1 year ago, I would have rushed to see you, to be there for you because I know how much it means, because I was always there for you. Was being the operative word.

But now. These are just words. Like all the things you've said that never materialised.

Regrets ... I try to make it a personal philosophy of mine not to have any. Because we move on.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Crash and burn

Diet 247964.6 has failed miserably. Not that been binge eating yet. But I'm craving lots of crazy things to bake and cook, I suspect it’s due to a slight change in my daily morning juice blend. Adding pineapple juice seems to excite my taste buds, I’m making a note to use pineapple juice for an aperitif shot concoction.

Looks like I’ll be staying at home doing the domestic goddess thing. Not feeling very sociable, and I miss the boys.

I stumbled upon this link on Den’s chatterbox and found it damn amusing.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Only a student can appreciate such lameness

I usually sit at the 3rd row from the front smack in the middle so that i can see clearly.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Bangla work and boredom

This was what we had to clean up today.

This is what I peeled off my sunburnt legs. I showed it to Ahneesah with pride, coz its quite a big piece and she called me gross.