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The One that will make you go, "EEWW!!!"
Bitched on: Monday, July 31, 2006
Time: 7/31/2006 08:17:00 PM
My brain's not working today.Time: 7/31/2006 08:17:00 PM
So here's some crap.
See this site.
Sure to make you go... EEWW!!!
Don't thank me. Thank Don and Drew.
I went to their website to see their podcast and stuff since they are no longer on air.
And it was one of their 'recommended' sites.
To those who don't know, last Sunday was their last time airing the 'Don and Drew' show.
Though I have to admit, I didn't tune in much, I am a big fan of thier 'songs'.
'My Valentine'. 'The Mutton Song'.
'Ramlee Burger' especially.
And have I ever told you I know Andrew Crothers?
He is my drama teacher's hubby.
First time I saw him (back then he was still her 'friend') I was awestruck by how TALL he is.
And he is super creative and talented, musically.
And he is just as lame as he is on air...
He is the voice.
He is the one you always hear on TV and radio during the commercials and jingles.
Anyway, back to the 'crappy' site.
The first time I saw the site I almost barfed...
YUCKS!
Just thought it was my duty to share this with ya all.
lol...
For the adventurous, try rating all this while eating your dinner...
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I wanna be RICH!
Bitched on: Sunday, July 30, 2006
Time: 7/30/2006 02:15:00 AM
"Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to shop."Time: 7/30/2006 02:15:00 AM
Ditto.
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The One that will make you go, "Huh? WDH?"
Time: 7/30/2006 01:20:00 AM
Hey all. I have decided to include 'The One that will make you...' entries to my blog.
Something like a 'show and tell' thingy where I will share videos, stories, anecdotes or other useless trivia that will make you have a reaction (hmm... maybe an erection even... but that will make my blog R(A)...).
Hence, the title.
Blogger's Note: This is NOT an excuse for laziness.
Neither it is an excuse for writer's block.
Since this is the first entry of such kind, I have decided to make it a really LAME one.
So I will start with, 'The One that will make you go, "Huh? WDH?"
Enjoy.
Honestly, I couldn't get the song out of my head after the first time I saw this...
Lol!!!!
"If you come today..
its too early.
If you come tomorrow..
its too late!
You pick the timeeeeeee..............
tick tick tick tick."
Its so RETARDED!!!!!!!!!!
Say it all together now, "Huh? Wad the hell?"
Labels: YouTube
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Signs of maturity? Hardly...
Bitched on: Friday, July 28, 2006
Time: 7/28/2006 10:33:00 PM
The past few days have really been a headache...Time: 7/28/2006 10:33:00 PM
I couldn't sleep...
Migraine and insomnia.
Just kill me now...
The cause?
I was contemplating on whether to have a chalet for my birthday.
My heart dropped when I found out the ones that I wanted, for the days I wanted, WERE FULLY BOOKED.
STUPID ME!
I should have forseen this and book the chalet like half a year in advance!!!!!
Sigh...
I even had an argument with my mum when the only Saturday available for the chalet I wanted was during the fasting month.
Childish, I know.
Anyway, after thinking (AND SEARCHING) for what seemed like eternity, I finally settled on the 8th September, 3 days before my actual birthday.
I apologise to my friends and sisters for irritating (the hell out of) you, asking when I should have a chalet.
I even called a friend up in the wee hours of the morning (2 freaking am), just to ask her if I should have the chalet in the first place...
So guys, it has been decided.
Its on the 8th.
At Aloha Changi (I know its blardy far for some, sorry in advance).
Its the Changi Bayfront Bangalow.
Hopefully, its near the beach cause the picture of the place looks like its near the beach and the map says so too...
I'll send out the invitations via email or SMS some time next month to invite everyone I know.
Hopefully, you, my friend, can make yourself free that day and drop by.
You are also welcome to make it a slumber party of some sort.
Cause there would be four rooms available (beds, I can't promise...lol.).
Your
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Miss Singapore Idle
Bitched on: Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Time: 7/25/2006 07:26:00 PM
Time: 7/25/2006 07:26:00 PM
MISS JAPAN!SO KAWAII!
Ah... *Drools*....
She's so adorable, no???
She had me hooked (or should I say, 'slayed') at the beginning of the show, when she swung her 'cute' samurai sword around...
No prizes for guessing who won the Best Costume award that night (the first time I predicted something right in the always-unpredictable-Miss Universe pageant)...
Also a crowd pleaser was her cute cute personality that shone throughout the competition...
Sigh...
Quote from a friend, "I wanna marry a Jap gerl...."
Unfortunately, she strikes me as a bimbo (me like bimbos...).
When asked how she was able to learn two languages (Spanish and French) or something like that, through a Japanese translator, the poor confused girl answered in Spanish (or izzit French?).
Er... the Japanese translator (must be thinking), er... me no no understand Spanish.
That was an awkward moment on stage...
Too bad she didn't win..
Though it was obvious yesterday that she was the crowds' (and MY) favourite.
It went to Miss Puerto Rico instead (mocha is so yesteryear... yellow should be the new pink.)Goodness, listen to me, I sound like an extra from Legally Blonde!
It was babes fest yesterday as over 80 of the world's most beautiful women strutted their stuff on stage.
Any red blooded male wouldn't have missed it, I'm sure.
I'm sure those Army NSFs stuck in their camps (from Tekong to Jurong) must be glued to their (only) TV in the company offices ogling the ladies...
Yesterday's Miss Universe 2006 pageant was really dominated by blondes and Latinos...
There were the blondes, Miss Sweden, Miss Switzerland and of course, Lord of the Blondes, Miss USA.
Then there were the Latino chickas, Miss Puerto Rico, Miss Brazil, Miss Mexico and Miss Paraguay.
Conspiracy theories range from Donald Trump's fetish for blondes to the bias judging from the 3 Latin American judges...
Speaking of Trump, he's the pageant owner (holy crap! He's that rich! He owns Miss Universe... next thing you know, he will own the Universe)...
Miss India was noticeably snubbed (not in the top 10).
Woah!!
Miss Singapore was Miss-'ing In Action' (geddit? lol).Hardly surprising...
Our neighbours, however, did shine a bit.
Miss Indonesia, Miss Thailand (Top 20) and Miss Philippines (Miss Photogenic) stood out.
Sorry Miss Malaysia, you're not considered in the 'league'.
When is Singapore going to get it?
This is a beauty pageant.
Not a brainy pageant.
Or a booby pageant (though I have to admit, she did do us proud just by standing beside the other Asian beauties in her skimpy bikini)...
Latest Update:
Kudos, Miss Singapore, for wearing that nightgown outfit for your evening gown segment.You did stand out. For all the wrong reasons.
And MY GOD, you almost tripped on the bloody train when you turned!!!
See here for the video.
You know the blog site recommended by the New Paper?
I went to the site, curious to see what the blogger had written about our Miss Singapore, but was greeted by a picture of a naked man's ass.
Lol...
The blogger is this gay guy, so naturally, the picture/link.
He is so bitchy, even I have to surrender my throne.
He wrote, under the picture, "No, Miss Singapore (Carol Yim-foon Cheong). This is the evening GOWN competition, not the evening SLUT competition."
Ouch...
And he clearly wasn't pleased with the eventual winner, Miss Puerto Rico.
"Zuleyka Jerris Rivera Mendoza of Salinas, Puerto Rico single-handedly set international beauty pageants back almost irreversibly by winning the Miss Universe pageant on Sunday night. In perhaps the most ridiculous result in the hitherto esteemed pageant's 54-year history, the judges deemed the 18-year-old aspiring actress with an ugly-ass chain-mail gown, questionable personality traits, and enough cosmetic work to make Joan Rivers angry, worthier of the crown than the first runner-up, Japan's Kurara Chibana."
Woah...
Your 'Bitchiness'...
Anyway, back to Miss Singapore Universe...
Haiyah...
Why can't we produce girls with substance like those from the NewFace competition held by the New Paper?
When I say 'substance' I mean 'headturning beauty' that is lacking in all the past Miss Universe contestants (who are all so blah...).
Why can't we use celebrities like Fiona Xie or better yet, Dawn Yang (drools...)?
I say...
Forget brains.
Giggle your way out of hard questions and stuff...
Charm the audience and judges with your personality instead.
And blow them away with your stunning beauty.
Just like Miss Japan.
Or bring a samurai sword... (it doesn't hurt to be cute and feisty)
See video.
Labels: Miss World, Singapore stories
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The Fine Line.
Bitched on: Saturday, July 22, 2006
Time: 7/22/2006 12:38:00 AM
21st July was Racial Harmony Day in Singapore.Time: 7/22/2006 12:38:00 AM
I totally forgot about that until I saw a bunch of school kids wearing ethnic costumes in the bus interchange as I was heading to school (wah.. School... School... Its been a while since I used that word...).
It used to be my favourite event in school when I was younger.
We will all dress up in one another's ethnic costumes or even other national costumes.
Sigh...
Those were the days...
Those naive innocent days.
21st July was the only day when race will matter more than any other day in the year.
For the rest of the year, you would have never cared if the best friend you had is a Chinese.
You would have never cared if you are neighbours with an Indian family.
You didn't find it wrong to have crushes on girls who are not Malay.
And you had never given a damn about hanging out with closest friends of many different races.
Cause you never knew what race or heck, racism, was all about.
Even if racism had slapped you in the face, you wouldn't have realised it back then.
My first touch with racism came from an unlikely source, my mother.
Erm...
My closest friends will all know that. Haha...
Worried that I might be hanging out with too many friends of other races and not my own, she dropped subtle hints that she would like me to hang out with 'my own kind'...
I tell you, if I had taken her advice back then, you would be seeing me kicking a soccer ball across half the soccer pitch by now (now, I consider myself fortunate if I can kick as far as a quarter of the field).
Well, she flipped (when I was in JC) when she thought that my overly-friendly and zealously-helpful Chinese female friend, who came to my house one day, was my girlfriend.
That argument was hysterical... in a really funny way... I tried pushing her buttons by implying she was right... Lol...
Till this day, she would still threaten to have a heart attack on the day I bring a Chinese girlfriend home...
Who is she to control my life right?
Especially when she herself is married to an Indian Peranakan (my dad, duh...).
Its not only my mum, I'm sure.
Though we can now wave the Singapore flag happily, say the pledge with our heart and soul, hang around with friends of different skin colour and beliefs, there will still be people like my mum.
From the little people, like the Chinese taxi driver I encountered earlier this year who said he won't take Indians around in his taxi, to big organisations like the Army.
Come on, I'm not gonna mince my words about the Army (or Navy, or Airforce especially).
You know it, and I know it.
The number of Malays in restricted areas or battalions like in Signals, Armour, Engineer or other support battalions are really really pathetic (non-existent even).
Airforce? Commando? Almost kosong (zero).
Is it coincidence? I doubt so.
Heck. I can't be bothered about that.
And I can't be bothered to invite any controversy especially with anything about the Malay community.
I have had my say (in Mats Boleh!)...
Recently, my twin drew some flak from some girl when she (my twin, in her blog) commented that while helping out a teen (discouraging him from joining bad company etc.), she 'subconsciously' slammed the state of the Malay community in Singapore.
And I can understand why my twin ended up doing that.
That girl wrote in my twin's tagboard,
"...no point looking bak (back) and mengata orang (talk bad about) or even a particular society. As a muslim and a teacher, shdnt u do sumthing +ve?? cant believe ur shaping the future! get a life!"Like I said in the blog tag (in response), in order to define what's the positive, you need to define what's the negative.
Besides, why is it my twin (a Malay, duh...) receiving the brunt of all this when in the news (day in day out) you hear about our Malay society in not so flattering light?
Drug abuse, domestic violence, juvenile deliquency and other criminal acts.
We dominate the headlines!!!
The news reports speak for themselves. So what is wrong for one person to voice it out?
Especially one person from your own community?
Trust me, it seriously hurts when someone from outside the community points out the obvious.
I remember back in my secondary school days, during History, my teacher was explaining that back in the old days, the Chinese were coolies, businessmen, etc. whereas the Indians were mostly in the banking and laundry businesses.
And she asked us what was the career the Malays were predominantly in.
My smart ass classmate said, "toilet cleaner."
I glared at him. But I shrugged it off.
Back then, it didn't occur to me that what he said was EXTREMELY hurtful and racist (I doubt, back then, that retard realised it too).
But now I will always remember that, even though it has been 8 years, I will never forget that.
Come to think of it, I should have seriously kicked his fat motherf#$king ass back then.
He was clearly trying to make a joke.
But being funny and being racist is really a fine line.
Which is why I am writing this entry.
The Fine Line.
And Russell Peters.
Have you heard of him?
If you haven't, he is this really funny comedian of East Indian parentage (brought up in a white Canadian suburbs).
His jokes seem to really blur the fine line.
Some might say he is racist (making fun of other races and his own especially).
But some say he is a comic genius.
I say he is the latter.
His jokes usually revolve around the stereotypes and he is really unrestrained when it comes to making fun of a particular race.
Sneak preview of the most-downloaded stand up comedian.
Click here to see the full version of his stand-up act (part 1 to 6) on YouTube.com.
Strangely, I was hardly surprised when I learnt that he had a racist encounter when he was younger, 5, while cycling in his neighbourhood.
His neighbour who was watering his lawn turned to hose little Russell before yelling, "Go home you f#$king Paki!"
Back then he said he didn't realise it, he (being a naive and innocent boy) had thought that his neighbour was helping him to cool down on the hot summer day.
Its the small things like this that makes you remember, no?
Back then, you never knew what a nigger, chink, paki, redneck or white trash was.
Singapore too has its equivalent.
Aneh, cheena, orang, keling-kia...
Mats, bengs, lians and minahs...
Even the foreigners are not spared.
Banglas, study mamas and the Marias...
Shame on us, cause we look down on these people.
Angmohs and their SPGs.
The SPGs being equivalent to blondes in the West.
This has to be the most 'racist' entry I have ever written... lol...
Update: I was discussing with a friend (from another race) about my views on my community (and I admit, it wasn't that positive).
And I told him that honestly I wasn't really helping out my community.
Here I am whinning about my community's deteriorating state and I'm doing 'jack' about it.
Nothing... Its easier to sit back and complain, without lifting a finger.
But he told me that I am.
I am helping out my community. In my own way.
I am going to university.
I am going to contribute to the small percentage of Malays going to university, the 1.9%, as compared to 11.7% of the whole population.
I'm not doing drugs.
Or any other vice.
So I'm not further contributing to the number of juvenile deliquencies or other criminal acts commited by the community.
So I am helping out.
In a small but significant way.
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Jealous. So so jealous.
Bitched on: Thursday, July 20, 2006
Time: 7/20/2006 05:10:00 PM
I blame it on uni.Time: 7/20/2006 05:10:00 PM
I have been so preoccupied with trying to save money before my school starts, I have neglected my one true love, travelling!!!
ARGH!!!
I really love travelling.
I mean, I may not have done much of it but when I do, I do enjoy myself to the max...
I have had lots of offers from friends to go diving with them in the beaches of Phuket or Redang.
Or go laze around on the beaches of Batam or Bali.
Or shopping in sunny Bangkok or Hong Kong.
Go backpacking in the snowy regions of Japan.
Or spend a week relaxing in Perth.
But, sigh... I have to turn them down.
All to save money for myself...
If only I was super thick-skinned to use my parents' money... (I'm jealous, so bite me... rich SOBs)
And I hate holidaying with family.
My parents' idea of a holiday is heading down to JB.
And we do that almost every weekend!!!
ARGH!!!!
I'm sick of Malaysia (pardon me Malaysians, but I really have to say this).
I'm sick of JB. I'm sick of KL.
My parents had to drag me down to JB just last weekend.
I had a black face throughout the entire trip...
I made a promise to myself never to step into the country until I go to another country.
Any country!
I love Malaysia, I do. But I'm sick of heading there to 'unwind', dammit.
If I'm lucky, we'll head down to Jakarta, Indonesia.
But I'm sick of it too...
ARGH!!!
My mum is so fussy when it comes to food and lodging (hence the 'Malay' countries).
And she's always making excuses that this country is not safe and stuff ( So, no Thailand, Cambodia or India... Now add Indonesia to the list).
Bombings, natural disasters, political and ethnic tensions (all the excuses in the world...)
She'll start snapping when I suggest other countires to travel to and then proceed to tell me a recent (often made-up) disaster in the country.
Furthermore, with my parents, shopping is always taking up most of the itinerary and lying on the beach or soaking in the country's culture are hardly their ideas for a holiday (So, no Bali, add the bombings excuse, and no Phuket, add the tsunami excuse too...)
And my parents are really cheap when it comes to holidaying (hence no Europe, US, Dubai or wadeva)...
So the closest I have come to a 'cold' country was Taiwan and that was thanks to Army (I loved my time there).
For a 20 year old, I admit (on my blog, for the world to see, and I'm embarrassed by this) that I have never seen snow, like in, 'live', in the 'flesh' or wadeva you use for snow.
I know some of you readers from countries blessed with the 4 seasons are probably going, "WHAT??!!"
Yes, I have never seen snow.
And one of these days, I hope to eventually see those beautiful white landscapes you see on postcards, catch a snowflake on my tongue, have snowball fights or make snow angels (all the cliche stuff you see white kids do on TV)
And one thing which really makes me jealous more than anything else in the world is seeing people putting pictures of themselves in faraway exotic lands on their Friendster or MSN.
Korea, Dubai, Japan, France, Australia or the States.
ARGH!!!!!!!!!
I am so jealous!!!!
And here I am looking at their pictures on my computer in my home in sunny dull Singapore!
But nothing takes the cake like this dude here.
Its called 'Where the Hell is Matt?'
He's is so funny. Duncha think?
And there is a Part 2, ya know.
Kinda makes me wonder, "Where the Hell did he get the money from?"
I am still so inspired whenever I see this video.
I can't help but to dream of being a Matt (not a mat, hor)
I want to travel the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But why must it be so expensive??????????????
Stupid stupid broke me...
Say what you want, call me bratty, whinny or wadeva.
I don't care.
I want to go jet-setting around the globe one day.
I want to shop in Rodeo Drive, NOT Orchard Road.
I want to scuba dive in the Maldives, NOT Sentosa.
I want to catch a show in the Sydney Opera House, NOT in LIDO...
And I want to see all the seven wonders of the world...
Lastly, I want to visit Ground Zero in the US, on my birthday (if you think I'm weird, just so you know, my birthdate also happens to be September 11th, hence the 911 in my email)...
I will travel the world one day. Alone, if I have too.
Mark. My. Words.
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What the F___K?
Bitched on: Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Time: 7/19/2006 09:25:00 PM
Unless you are living under some shell or in the US (ignoramus...), you must have heard about the tsunami in Indonesia.Time: 7/19/2006 09:25:00 PM
This time, the West and Central Java provinces are the most badly hit.
Again, sadly, there are casualties. Over 300 are reported dead, over 400 injured and hundreds more missing.
And again, there was no early warning siren.
Hasn't Indonesia woken up to the fact that tsunami threats are real and extremely devastating?
Wasn't last year's boxing day tragedy a good enough catalyst to develop an early tsunami detection centre of some sort?
To make matters worse, there was no warning given to the people of Java, despite Indonesia receiving bulletins from the Pacific Tsunami Warning Centre and Japan's Meteorolical Agency regarding the 7.7 magnitude quake that eventually resulted in the tsunami forming!!!
And hear this out, straight from the Science and Technology Minister's mouth, he admitted, "we did not announce them."
Why?
"If it (the tsunami) did not occur what would have happened?" he said.
Well, Mr Minister.
Nothing.
Nothing would have happened.
No harm, rite?
I mean, no lives would be lost. No damage to property. No families torn apart. No escalating death toll...
No tsunami.
Sure, businesses would be disrupted and people would be displaced.
Displaced. But safe. And alive.
Would it have killed anyone to warn the people of impending dangers?
With all due respect sir, I think you are a complete ARSE to have come up with an excuse like that.
The tsunami did occur. And things happened.
Lives are lost. People are missing. And thousands are injured.
You need a better spin doctor, Mr Minister.
Better yet, a better excuse.
Latest Update:
Yet another earthquake shook the island today. And the Indonesian government issued a warning to its citizens about possible tsunamis.
This despite the fact that Pacific Tsunami Warning Centre had issued a statement saying there would be no impending dangers from the quake as it was too deep.
Fortunately, no tsunamis occured.
My say on this?
Too. Little. Too. Late.
Labels: natural disasters, violence
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Sign of maturity? 21. I hate that number.
Bitched on: Sunday, July 16, 2006
Time: 7/16/2006 10:30:00 PM
I'm turning 21.Time: 7/16/2006 10:30:00 PM
Gosh...
Is it really a big deal?
All my friends who turned (and turning) 21 this year think so.
Numerous birthday parties springing up here and there.
I have been to close to 15 birthday parties this year alone (and counting...)
And I have spent a minimum 20 bucks per birthday boy/girl.
I have never spent so much on so many persons in my 20 years!
But I'm not complaining. Seriously.
I'm not stingy with my money (especially those I'm really really close to) and I'm also the sort who would put real thought into a gift (unlike 'hitch-hikers' who would 'hitch' a ride at the very last minute, you know what I mean).
I know I have given some female friends shopping vouchers for ZARA, Mango, Wisma and what have you... its only because I know how you girls like shopping...
lol.
So I had put a lot of thoughts on all your gifts.
haha...
That actually puts pressure on a lot of my friends, hor?
Go crack your heads on what I want for my birthday, guys, cause I seriously do not know what I want... and not vouchers please, cause the vouchers would just be eaten by moths in my drawer.
There's actually one thing I really want more than anything in the world. And there is only one person who can give it to me.
I shan't elaborate...
Now, I'm beginning to worry.
Should I have a 21st birthday party?
Some of my friends had had their parties at chalets in Pasir Ris, Changi and Sentosa.
Some had had them in their void decks, restaurants, clubs, Mac D's and even hotels (wow!).
And then there are those who are fortunate to have a 'friend' organize a surprise birthday party.
You are only going to turn 21 once...
But there are those who celebrate their birthdays quietly...
But it would be nice to celebrate it around friends and family.
But is there a need for the party???
Should I have a party?
What if no one comes?
How about the food? How much will everything cost?
Should I bother to have a party? Or shouldn't?
Chalet or my own house? Clubbing or no clubbing?
Sigh...
I'm turning 21.
Its more of a headache than a joy.
For me and my friends.
PS: I know my birthday is still at least two months away but I need to start considering now if I need a party...
HOW???
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Sign of maturity? Or am I just a miser?
Bitched on: Thursday, July 13, 2006
Time: 7/13/2006 02:49:00 PM
The weirdest thing happened to me at the washroom of my good ol' neighbourhood community centre today. Time: 7/13/2006 02:49:00 PM
A boy (probably 14 or 15) came up to me asking for 20 cents.
He wanted to buy a pack of tissue paper from a nearby vending machine.
He asked me politely and explained that he was having a stomachache.
I was like, "huh?"
When he repeated what he said, I was still, "huh?"
I know its just 20 cents but I have never had anyone, a stranger, come up to me to 'borrow' money before (donations for flag day do not count).
And I wouldn't (in the right mind) ask a complete stranger for money.
I took a good 2 minutes (I'm not kidding, it felt like forever) to dig into my bag to reach my wallet, which was coincidentally at the very bottom of my bag. I had to empty half of my bag's content into the sink.
I was kinda worried the boy would explode and crap in his pants waiting for me.
He still had his unquivering palm outstretched.
I was secretly hoping he would say, "forget it," and go home to crap.
But no... he had to use my money.
Even when a friend of his came into the washroom.
I mean like, "halo?"
Is this for a charity?
For the Home of the Constipated or Diarrhoea-ed?
I know you must be thinking, "Forget it Shazi, its only 20 cents for goodness sake!"
Imagine, just imagine.
I'm walking down Orchard Road with 80 cents in my wallet.
I can't buy ice-cream from the ice-cream uncle.
Why? Because I've spent 20 cents on tissue paper I've never used.
How can you borrow something from someone, knowing fully well that you can't and will never return the money?
Fine.
So what if its only 20 cents.
Its still money.
I know the old Shazi won't bat an eyelid paying $200 worth of handphone bill every month.
Or the old Shazi would happily buy (minimum) a top and a pair of jeans every single time he drop by Orchard Road, even if he had dropped by the day before (and the day before...).
The old Shazi won't even care if his jeans don't fit, he would just buy another new pair, without exchanging the previous pair.
The former Shazi would laugh and tease his good (but miserly) friend about her spending habits (or lack of it).
But currently she's jetsetting around the globe (who's laughing now?).
That's the old Shazi.
A spendthrift.
Stupid stupid me...
I'm now officially broke.
I know I have been complaining about that in my previous entries. But I can't emphasize enough.
I now have to pinch and scrape when I'm out with my friends and that is beginning to get on their nerves sometimes.
I'm officially a bankrupt, guys.
Of course I have savings but that's also dwindling.
Its called savings for a reason, you know.
I'm not saying that my parents don't give a damn about me, cause they do offer me money (and I feel paise to accept money from them, though its getting easier by the day...)
I'm feeling the pinch.
I'm not making as much money as I used to in the Army (man, I'm starting to miss NS...Getting paid for nothing.)
So here I am flirting with one job and another.
Juggling two jobs at a time even.
I'm thinking of soliciting, but that's too risky...
And also business would be bad...
lol.
But what am I going to do when I'm in school again?
Dig into my savings?
Beg for money from my parents?
Some people are just so fortunate.
Not only do their parents have thick wads of cash in their bank accounts, they also have really thick skin to happily spend the money...
Like this friend of mine who berated his little sister for spending their parents' money on her 18th birthday at a local club.
Sure, he sounds noble...
...
Sure...
He got a freaking RX8 for his 21st freaking birthday!!!
Of course, there is the minority who actually earn their own money.
Just the other day, my eldest sister came home after a day of shopping with two bags.
Not just any bags.
A Gucci and an LV.
Not those tiny purses or wallets.
But handbags. Those huge handbags. Those huge handbags that would cost an average Singaporeans' monthly pay a piece.
I'm not bragging (on behalf of my sister), in fact I thought she was crazy!
Did she buy them because they were branded?
WDF?
OK, I admit, I also tend to go for brands like FCUK, Topman, Levis and Adidas.
But I'm a changed man now.
I don't care.
Its good I have realised the importance of money, at this age, this time.
I'm glad I'm feeling the pinch now rather than I face it in the future.
No more mindless spending spree for me.
I'm glad I'm not a smoker.
Neither am I a clubber (ex-clubber, nor a drinker).
I'm glad I don't drive or ride.
I'm glad I don't have any other vice.
I'm glad I'm single (erm... not really).
And I'm glad I don't drink caffeine.
Cause at $6.10 a cuppa at Starbucks, I'd rather donate it to the Home for the Constipated and Diarrhoea-ed.
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Do it, the Zidane way.
Bitched on: Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Time: 7/12/2006 07:41:00 PM
You have a problem with someone? Time: 7/12/2006 07:41:00 PM
You handle it, the Zidane way.
Like these people in France.
Of course, to many of his devoted fans, this is hardly a joke but people, lighten up.
While I agree that his actions were wrong (his heatbutt and subsequent redcard was a shameful end and disgraceful blemish on his illustrious career as an exceptional player), I applaud him.
According to reports (and Zizou himself), Marco Materazzi, apparently insulted his mother and sister.
Hence the headbutt.
Poor Zizou was just defending his family's honour.
Now that's important.
Even his mother was beaming with pride, saying, "I have nothing but contempt for Materazzi and, if what he said was true, then I want his b*lls on a platter."
One will shudder to think where the old lady would headbutt Materazzi if she were the one on the pitch.
Zizou in a way has risen himself as a hero out of this mess.
I'm not implying his actions were 100% justifiable.
I mean he could have won the World Cup for France had it not been for him being sent off.
But his true supporters are backing him up.
Even the president of France pardoned him.
So to those who say he should surrender his Golden Ball award, I say forgive and forget, he's only human.
He's not a soccer God, he has issues, everyone does.
Anyway, for the really curious, here's a clip from BBC where they have hired a lip-reader (is there such an occupation?) to lip read the conversation (which was in Italian).
Oh, its not the first time Zidane headbutt-ed another player.
So that explains his balding head.
haha...
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World Cup
Bitched on: Monday, July 10, 2006
Time: 7/10/2006 12:40:00 AM
Its 12.30am in Singapore as I'm blogging this.Time: 7/10/2006 12:40:00 AM
An hour away from the final football match everyone on the face of this globe will be watching.
The finals of the World Cup between Italy and France.
And I am seriously fighting the Snooze Monster.
Tried every possible crap to stay awake (minus drinking coffee cause I can't drink caffeine).
Must stay awake...
Must stay awake...
Must watch the match...
My friend suggested I blogged so here I am.
Yawn...
Why can't they have it on this side of the world like last time?
I remembered four years ago I was with my equally-clueless-about-football-unless-its-the-World-Cup friend at the Padang (there was a huge TV monitor showing the finals between Germany and Brazil, it had a picnic-ky atmosphere)
And almost everyone there was wearing green and yellow.
I think in a 10 metre radius, I was the only idiot screaming my lungs out for Germany (my friend was also a Brazil 'fan', he was just backing the favourites lah)
Of course Brazil won that year.
I had really wanted the two rivals to meet again in this year's World Cup finals.
And I had hoped things would go my favour but alas, Brazil had to lose to France and Germany to Italy.
Dammit.
Germany!!!
Never mind, at least you are third.
I can't say the same for Brazil.
Hah!
10 minutes to go.
Hopefully its an exciting match.
Not like the Germany VS Italy one.
It was freaking dull until the last minute (literally).
After that, I was pulling out my hair.
Highlights of the painful match.
Got to go now!
Yawn...
For the love of God, stay awake Shazi.... zzzzzzzzzz.......
Latest Update:
Italy won.
What's wrong with me?
My predictions have been wrong since day 1.
To those who bet, always always bet against my predictions...
But I do admit Italy was the slightly better (just slightly, they were almost equally good) team.
And their defense is like impenetrable!
France must have lost their concentration when Zinadine was given the red card.Everything went downhill from there.
Anyway, that head butt was so uncalled for.
What's the deal?
Even if he was provoked, he should have bit his lips and bear with it.
I mean, his grand exit from professional football was so disgraceful!
Can you imagine if France had won?
He wouldn't even be allowed out of the changing room to carry the World Cup trophy!
See here for more details.
Latest Update: Here is the clip with the highlights of the match. Watch it! Plus Zidane's red card too.
Cya all.
Labels: World Cup
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IDAKI 2006
Bitched on: Friday, July 07, 2006
Time: 7/07/2006 07:16:00 PM
I'm back!!!!Time: 7/07/2006 07:16:00 PM
Glad to be home!!!
And also glad I went to the camp.
Made some new friends.
Met my old friends (those I didn't think I would see again, ever).
And met my close friends who were going to other camps too.
I wouldn't say I had the time of my life lah.
Cause I had had other camps which were really rocking.
But it tops the most tiring camp I have ever been too.
Lack of sleep, games in the morning, afternoon and night, plus the fact its 4 days and 4 nights were extremely draining.
Add a not-so-enthusiastic orientation group (OG) and we have a recipe for a erm... lethargic cheering disaster.
We really had limited cheers. In fact, we had only two pathetic ones. We had to keep reusing them. But we did make a few up along the way...
Nevertheless, a mother of all miracles happened at the end of the camp.My OG won best OG!
Go figure...
I'm still figuring that one out.
Haha.
But I have to admit we did bond as an OG over countless games of 'doobi doobi doob doob'.Its a stupid game. But addictive.
Kinda hard to explain here.
But it looks something like this.
Other than that we really rocked with our trademark, 'hai tai ah hai tai'.
Again, another stupid game which we modified into a cheer.
We also bonded over comparing our bruises, cuts and 'o-che'.
Haha...
Every single one of us had some sort of injury.
At the end of the camp, we had to be careful not to accidentally bump into the other person for fear of touching his or her bruises.
Lol...
Of course, those who know me will know that I, without fail, will get myself into some sort of injury or some loser-moments.
Not to disappoint any of you.
I did.
I fell into a drain.
It was traumatic, ok?
I was blindfolded, some more.
I slipped down a slope, into the drain and when I managed to pull myself out, I rolled down another slope again.
Wah. Sounds like really serious hor? But when I took off my blindfold, the scene of the accident was barely a metre long...
I was blindfolded because it was part of 'Trust Walk' where you are lead around blindfolded by a senior around the school, meeting 'obstacles' along the way.
I think I might have trusted him too much. Haha...
So in the end, I got bruises and scrapes on my right shin, knee and left inner thigh.
And my berms were torn!!! Somewhere so strategically sexy.
And there was a huge red bruise on my back.
To make it worst, I missed the highlight of the camp!
The 'Fright Night'!
The studio was converted into a really spooky haunted room and then the freshies were taken to another abandoned house which had been converted into a haunted house.
My friends told me that the 'gui' or 'ghosts' were really convincing.
Sigh...
I missed that. Dammit.
Oh.
And I had to have sore eyes on the day we went to Sentosa.
So suay...
dammit...
Note: I reread what I have written in this blog and it makes no sense.
heck.
Here are some photos to summarize the whole camp.
A picture (or some pictures) paints a thousand words...
In West Coast (Day 2), my OG, Barragan.
In Sentosa (Day 3) with 'sister' OG, Hydra. Together we are Hygan!
In Sentosa again (me taking the picture).
Our last day, doing our 'hai tai ah hai tai'.
(this was where were we slept for the past 3 nights, yes, on the floor)
See here for more pictures.
Go BARAGGAN (or izzit BARRAGAN?)!!!!!!!!!!
Erm... I'm still trying to figure out why we won...
WorldCup Update:
Oh. I was watching the semi-finals Germany VS Italy in school.
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GERMANY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Labels: architecture, school, World Cup
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