It's friday again. Which means its the end of the week, which means the week is going to start all over again.. There's this bitter sweet thing about fridays for me. What's that word that describes it.. Rueful? I don't know, C5 for GP k. Haha.

Anyway, there's something that's been on my mind, nagging at me for the whole week. Okay, the only form of entertainment at work, besides the nonsensical chatter and banter with my two classmates/colleagues/friends, I have my radio. Recently I've upgraded to my cds, yes, those circular things that we used to carry around and have gadgets like Discman to complement them, yes, that's the ones I'm talking about. The reason, at least of the biggest reasons I can think of, is because of one single, irritating, lame commercial that has made a particular group of students really stupid.

I'm not talking about the uZap advertisment.

This is an advertisment on my favourtite radio station, and it's not P10. This is how the advertisement, featuring some NS thingy. Propaganda probably. " Yadayayada... their lives; *cues voice of boy talking*:"I come from a boy school, so going to a toilet with guys is pretty much ok with me."

That, takes the cake.


Ok, I have a few friends who are from single sex schools, and some, or half of them are of the male gender. I would really wonder, and I'm amazed by that I, who was from a mixed school, the ignorance of that guy from an "all guys" school, that boys and girls share toilets. Hmm, wouldn't that be an overly-hormonal charged teenage boy's fantasy?

WHAT THE HELL!!!! The guy's statement has to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard in radio history, and the station's equally stupid to play it in their trailer. Goodness, they play it so frequently, it bugs the crap out of me. Blegh, no offence to those in single sex schools, but that guy has made all of the others sound bad. Tsk.

So, I switched to listening to CDs, and those that I have are...koped, from my sis. Songs like Backstreet Boys, Aqua, Moffatts, and really old school songs of our era. So far, the best songs to listen to at work, at least for me is Moulin Rouge 1 and 2, and Howl's Moving Castle OST.

Currently, at work I'm still typing addresses, and there are some places in Singapore that's a bitch to type. Namely, Bukit Batok, Bukit Timah, Bukit Merah, Ang Mo Kio (for the 2 spaces..), Starthmore, Guillemard, and those funky ulu-ated places that are so obscure that shouldn't be housing people. It's annoying.

Oh, TWE's Alumni practice on Tuesday rocked like hell. It was Fantabulous, and superfragilisticexpieldocious. Something along those lines, I'm glad to be from TWE. Heh.

Some random photos from my albums. Here goes:

Ok, I'm back.

From now on, or at least till I think I'm brave again, I'll be known as Vhat. That'll be my new alias/online name.

No more rixen, thanks to my young and *not smart* cousin who happily placed that name right smack in the middle of a particular website for some superstar campaign.

It wouldn't be half as bad, but she had to type in the most irritating, retarded, lame, spastic, stupid, idiotic, disgusting, replusive, and definitely hated way of typing, aka the Ah LiAn FoNt.

Euu noEe..iTs lIke tAt De lOrZzz..

Erugh. My fingers spasm when I do that kind of typing. By the way, that cousin's not my TJ cousin. She has more sense than that.

I really don't feel bad saying that the way my cousin types sucks, cos it really does. Who in the right mind, goes online and types trash like that? If I personally see her doing that, I'd slap her if my mom wouldn't slap me back for slapping her.

I hope it's a phase young girls go through, cos there's a nagging feeling deep down inside me that that's a first sign of AhLian-ness creeping out. Gotta nip it in the bud before it becomes an epidemic inside her. I don't care if she reads this, I got a feeling she won't understand most of it anyway, since she's only sec one, and if she had the brains to do something so unmentionable, ya, you know the rest.


ANYWAY, besides that issue that has totally put me off tonight, life has been fine, since I'm working with the two nutty-est women ever, Christine and Gwen. Yes I'm working at NTUC income, not Fairprice, so stop imagining me in that floral shirt. It's mostly computer data entry thingys, and the hours spent sitting down numbs my already fleshlesss butt. I'm serious, I get pins and needles when I stand up occassionally to get the print outs. It's scary.

Oh, and the superviser there has a 24/7 black-like-the-whole-world-has-kicked-her look. I would want to kick her too. I don't know, but I think if I'm president or prime minister, I'd make it mandatory for everyone to smile to your co workers when you see them, well at least occassionally.

I really really think, that a smile makes people shine. And it gives people good impressions and stuff like that. Unless you have a hideous smile like mine, of which my sis claims fattens my face and looks geeky, I would recommend people to smile more.

Oh, by the way, I'm thinking of getting an Ipod mini. Like finally. You see, I'm getting selfish. The whole market is dominated by "i"s.

There's firstly the ipod, ibook, imac, ipamper, icomfort, ithis ithat, and I don't have, so maybe it's time for me to Ipod. Heh, if you've seen my pathetic mp3/flashdrive thingy, you'd pity me and maybe get me an Ipod too. So to all those who are thinking of selling your still in good condition Ipod mini, here's a interested buyer. Do message me online or drop me tag.

So, remember, till all is fine agian, I'm Vhat. Crazy over V for Vendetta, yes. Watch it, and be whoa!ified.

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November.
Gunpowder, treason and plot;
I know of no reason, why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.


Till again.

Adolescence shoud be a period that I'm getting out of, especially if this is the last year of my teens, since there's no more "twentyeen". So finally, I'm going to be a stuck between teenager and adult kinda phase in the next year.

I think it's time I stopped blogging. I'm running out of things to say. Maybe I'll return someday, maybe I won't. But let's just treat this as a very very long hiatus.

Till I get back my touch in blogging, or rather, find blog worthy things, this is goodbye.


Till again.

Of my blogging life, I think this has to be the pits of them all.

Lately, my posts have been really trashy. No content, no substance, no nothing. Just plan boredom. I think it's either time for a revamp, or time to close this blog down.

I've been blogging since the end of secondary 3, though it may be very long, but it's one of the longer surviving blogs I know of within my circle of friends. That does not mean anything rally, but maybe my reluctance to let go of something once again.

Sentimental? More like Mental.

I really can't remember how to blog like I used to. I relished in the days when I was still insightful, bitchy, and if I ever was, witty. Now I'm just another boring blog on the net. Maybe it's time I stop compromising my words for the real truth I feel. Heh, that's like crappy.

So maybe I'll blog about my life.

Now that I'm an A level Graduate( that sounds like WHOA! Shiok ah!), what next? Entering the Uni, going to NS, i.e wallow in mud, sweat and be screamed and showered with vulgarities, but I think in my case, boredom since I'm a PES C aka crippled. There's really nothing much to look forward to. Alumni band's tomorrow, and I'm quite unhappy the way things are going.

The attendance is trashy, there are alot of attitude and commitment problems, and really, the music now is trashy. I think we sound worse than any secondary school band. Either we need intensive practice, or we need Ms Sia's Midas Touch, as Joel and Benny puts it. I really hope we wouldn't sound as bad as I imagine we would be.

But one thing I can't get over is that how the band refuses to play another simple song instead of one that they're more familar with BECAUSE they've heard more times on mp3. Lard I'm pissed. I just want the band to look and sound good, and not some two piece band hastily arranged for the sake of it.

Anyway, there's an insect nest of sort ouside my window, and it's creeping me out. I'd like to smash it with a spanner I took out from my storeroom, but just thinking of what might crawl out of it makes my hair stand. It's freaky. I sprayed doses upon doses of insecticide on it. Maybe that'll stop anything from happening what ever it may happen inside. Gross. I've blamed the ants on my table to that nest, since I've no idea of anything on my desk that'll attact ants. There's no sweets nor anything salty.. so why ants? Kill the ants. The most annoying insect on earth next to mosquitoes.

I need another puzzle frame again. 38 by 26. That makes my want list to include 2 puzzle frames, a new cap, and a new hairdo, thanks to my hair don't which is so ugly I hardly dare to go out anymore.

Till again.

And this is the morning after the day we never thought we'd survive.

Finally, the day of reckoning has passed, and the world keeps on spinning despite how we did.

Nothing much to comment on my results really, but congrats to all those who did better than they expected, and those who are disappointed, just think that Cambridge's being a tong tong and their examiners were all hung ovre with eggnog while marking your scripts. They deserve to be prodded in the ears and poked in the eyes for that lousy marking. If I'm rich, I'd fly all of us over to UK, and track them down to administer some evil punishment on them. Whahaha.

But I'm thankful for my results and my buddies be it the class, or the band people, and my parents for having supporting me throughout the JC life. Haha, thanks my mom for allowing me go to those overnight studying sessions at the airport and all. And those who had kept me company throughtout those lonely nights. Heh.

I'm proud of Baolun! She did like great man! A for math, B for Chem and C for Physics, check this out, A1 for GP!!! Whoa, that's like WHOA! Cool right, I think the school should interview her for the school mag or something.

And I better go to register for Uni now.

Till again.