I'm hearing things.

I keep hearing a handphone's vibration sound in the room, but it's not coming from my phone nor my sister's phone. It's going on periodically and it's driving me nuts. I'm trying to sleep here but I keep hearing that buzzing sound whenever I close my eyes. Whose bloody phone is that? My room's door is closed, so it can't possibly be other phones outside the room right? Or am I just bloody hell hearing things? This is so irritating! If I get to find out whose bloody phone it is, I'm going to break that fella's neck. Argh.

That buzzing sound happened again. Pissing off!

Recess Week = Rest

Finally, after 7 weeks of school, break is here again! Although it's only one week, it's still better than nothing.

Went out to celebrate Wanling's birthday on Friday after school, lugged my bag to Orchard Ion. Miss WL manage to buy her presents and became a happy kid, Miss ECAT, on the other hand, had aching shoulders the whole time. HAHA. Miss Ah Chew was forever asking if she became fatter, when she had never, so stop asking. Ha. Miss Jennie Lee, as usual, came late. Haha. Nothing is better than sitting down, having dinner with a few good friends and chatting about nonsense. I'm just glad that my A' Levels are over, hearing Agnes complain about consultations and terrible Literature lessons, I really worry for her. It's not as if our school hasn't screwed up Literature enough, they have to worsen it again.

Anyway, I was greeted by a broken toilet bowl when I came home after the outing. My Super Strength Dad broke the toilet bowl's flush. 5 people having to share one toilet bowl is just too inconvenient. I can't even take a proper shower when my brother come shouting 'Zeh, what you doing inside? I want to use the toilet.' ARGH, I'M BATHING. GIMME 5 minutes! The plumber came and fixed the toilet bowl today, and it took a whole afternoon to repair the flush. Then my Mum was just teaching us how to use the flush properly; so from now onwards, we have to 'press down the flush and then lift up your finger slowly'. Haiz. Are we that retarded that we have to be taught how to flush a toilet bowl? Maybe we are. Who knows, we are from the same country as Ris Low, you know? The girl that dumbly stole credit cards and went on a dumb spree with the stolen cards, and only got sentenced a dumb probation period of two years, then dumbly went to join Miss Singapore World, organised by dumb organisers and sponsored by dumb sponsors who had dumb judges who smartly decided to crown the dumb contestant with a mouthful of incomprehensible sounds which just made her seem dumb the winner. That's really a case of Dumb Dumb meets Dumb Dumb in Dumb Dumb. Win.

Quoted from Dad, "When a girl manages to make another girl feel irritated, she is really a bitch."

MUAH HAHA.

Anyway, my plan for the week:

Monday- Sleep

Tuesday- Wake up and wonder why did I wake up before going back for more sleep.

Wednesday- Understand that I cannot sleep forever, wake up and ponder in bed on what I shall do next.

Thursday- Hopefully I would have thought of something to do for the remaining days of the week.

Friday- Get down to serious business, such as watching the TV and listening to music.

Saturday- Do some homework. SOME.

Sunday- Pack my bag and prepare to head back to school where hell begins again.

Eh yer, sounds scary man. Haha.

OMG, it's bloody 1.42a.m, and I hear my brother singing MLTR's [If You Leave My World].

Either he's mad, or he's sleep-singing.

Okay, I should go sleep now, maybe I'm the one hearing things. HEE.

karma

I missed a tutorial today. The rain kept me in bed. This shall not happen again. I feel conscious-ridden.

AND it must be the bad karma that I got from not attending tutorial, I am greeted by two traumatising news. No one died, but these news are as good as stabbing me right through my heart.


Traumatising news:


Taiwanese singer Jimmy Lin a dad?
ARGH! Jimmy Lin is a dad?! Oh man! That's sad news, for ME. How can? This guy is like my first idol can? He still looks like a young boy himself, and he's a FATHER?!? Tsk tsk tsk. I'm hoping it's not true, but then again, he is so old already, time to have a family, and the credibility of this news is quite high, it's on CNA. Haiz.

url: http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/entertainment/view/1006676/1/.html


Then, there's heart-break news #2

Nicholas Tse to stop making music



NO WAY!

Nicholas Tse has great songs, really.

I bought a few of his albums, and am impressed of his songs, particularly those of which he composed himself. His Cantonese songs are good, and his Mandarin songs are, well, normal.

(Maybe his retirement from the music industry isn't much of a loss, after all, he has LEFT the Cantopop industry over 3 years ago, his latest album only has ONE Cantonese song.)

"Previously one had to sell several hundred thousand albums in order to hold a concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum. These days, some singers gain fame over one hit song on an album and announce the very next day that they are having a concert. I am unable to accomplish the same if this is what it takes to survive," lamented Tse.

Spoken by a true musician.

I have to agree with him. Hongkong's music industry is DEAD.

If anyone tells you that the HK music industry is striving, then that person must be some dumb shiat who left his ears in in a capsule stuck in the 1990s. If anyone tells you that the HK music industry is stagnant, then that person must be another dumb shiat who is into candypop music. If anyone tells you that the HK music industry is dying, then that person should really just update himself a little bit. I am pretty sure that I have complained more than once that HK singers nowadays cannot make it. Jacky Cheung can't be the only one holding up the music industry right? Then we have singers like Eason Chan who releases albums at the inhuman rate of 3 per year. Whatever for? When that will not keep the music scene alive, and even cause the value of good music to drop. But he focuses mainly on the Mandarin market. Other singers like Khalil Fong, Hins Cheung, Ivana Wong are probably the better few, but I don't think expectations are met.. Seeing names like Myolie Wu, Stephy Tang, Ron Ng and Bosco Wong in the 'List of Cantopop Singers', I feel like crying. Aren't they actors? And you don't need a professional critic to tell you that they can't sing. I think I will simply die if supporters of Cantopop singers were to read this, but seriously.. We are experiencing the era of the '口水歌' from Hongkong. Fast hits, unimpressive hits.

Cantopop has gone into the grave with Leslie Cheung, Anita Mui and Roman Tam.

Can someone just revive the Cantopop music industry?


url: http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/entertainment/view/1006647/1/.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantopop

Recipe of a downpour.

Dad washed his car this morning, and it's raining now.
HAHAHA.
It always happens without fail.
Next time if a drought were to happen somewhere, just send my dad there to wash his car, sure will rain!
Haha.
You should have seen my dad's sian diao face when it started raining.
HAHAHA.
Damn funny.

Fahrenheit's《原点》pictorial book

I feel a hole in my pocket.

But it's alright. As long as I'm happy.

Hehheh.

I WANT MY BLOODY WEEKENDS.

WHY?

Why is school so dreadful nowadays?

It is belchingly disgusting.

I see no need in attending lectures when everything can be found in the textbook and lecture notes. I attend lectures and end up falling alseep.

I see no point in going for tutorials as well when they are just discussion sessions. What's worse is that the 'discussions' never fail to digress and people will get all excited debating about things almost of no relation to whatever we are supposed to be discussing about.

I stay up late every night into the wee hours of the morning trying to get things done, only to succumb to my weariness and half-heartedness.

I loathe the way things are happening in my life at this moment.

There are too many things to do, and too little time.

Not enough even to let me take a breather.

I need my break, before I break.

I am already crumbling internally, everyone is.

How often we joke that the next sleep we take may very well be our last.

Numbed with the unfeelingness of the settings, concussed by the torments of nothing, anticipating for a little relief, trying to get by with a little help from the music.

Nothing is working, my bed is calling.

My only escape, dream.

Escape from a life that seems more like a nightmare.

This is dreadful, as dreadful as it can be.

I passed my driving test!

AH AH AH!

Shocking!

I passed my driving!

I was so nervous the night before that I don't remember falling asleep and felt my knees trembling all the time.

There was a warm-up before the actual test itself, and I got 3 immediate failures during the warm-up. I must be deaf, when the instructor told me to turn left, I actually didn't turn.

I thought I was so going to fail the actual test and probably report back to CDC for more lessons.

So, being prepared to fail the test, all my nervousness was gone.

AND I PASSED!

WooHoo!

6 points.

Finally, hells of driving lessons are over!

WOO!

The only shitty thing that I am not happy about is the instant photo I took for the driving license.

What's with ME and ugly instant photos? SIAN.

HAHA.

Granny's phone

This has to be the coolest gadget in town.

It's my grandma's handphone.

The buttons as HUGE.

There's an SOS button too.

FM Radio

Torchlight

SEE?

Damn cool.

Totally F***ing Awesome!

I believe that I'm studying one of the coolest courses here in Singapore. Check out what's in my textbook!

and

Yes, those crudest of all crude words even I don't dare to use are in my textbook. HAHA. It's part of language, so there's nothing wrong. Hehheh.

Today & Beetle.

Went out to civilization and met my mum after lesson today.
Walked around Bugis and bumped into May and Melissa.
How small can Singapore be?
After seeing each other all the time in campus, we meet again outside of campus.
Liz and Dad joined us and had dinner together at Billy Bombers.
Although the portion of the food was quite pathetic, it's still better than eating in school.

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Life is fragile.
So fragile.
Regardless of whatever being/matter/creature you are.

I was bathing just now and felt something crawl up my leg, it was a small little Beetle.

Instead of shrieking in horror like how I would normally react, I flicked it off my leg calmly.

Then, just how normal people will do when they see a pest, I tried to drown Beetle with the shower's gushing stream of water.

Failed. Beetle remained strong and seemed almost nonchalant about the high-speed water wave hitting against it's hard tough wings.

Giving up, I decided to let Beetle crawl away.

Beetle seemed to be lost within the cubicle, twirling in circles around my feet.

I stared at it in amusement, then continued shampooing.

I was almost done with bubbling my body when I realised Beetle was still struggling to get out of the cubicle.

It could not climb vertically upwards, the tiles were too slippery.

I rinsed off the foam on my body, thinking that Beetle could have found a way out, only to find out that he got soaked in a pool of bubbles.

Beetle crawled furiously, fighting for his life.

He then finally reached the edge of the door, being an inch more to safer grounds.

There, I tried to do something nice, helping Beetle escape.

With a flip-flop in hand, I nudged Beetle slowly, up the curb, and out of the flooded cubicle.

Great, Beetle is safe, I thought to myself.

I towelled myself slowly, changed and opened the door of the cubicle.

In front of me, on the floor, is Beetle, turtle-up, dead.

I nudged it again, but it remained motionless.

After braving so much, the waters, the torrents, the bubbles and the turbulence, Beetle gave up.

Did he know that he was already safe?

He succumbed to exhaustion.

He used all he had to fight, never did he realise that that will be his last fight.

Fight on, Kids!

COLD

冷,

TMD 冷。



There's something wrong with the weather today, it's freakishly cold.
My fingers and toes are in a permanent state of frost.
A check on the weather of Singapore today tells me that it's now 25 deg C.
It's like natural air-conditioning.
I'm seeking a refuge under my blanket soon, before my fingers and toes drop off.