Really, really great day today!

Georgie Porgie (a.k.a Y) went shopping with me today. I had this extra $100 to spend so we didn't stop until my wallet cleared out.

Our first stop was at Plaza Singapura where we had lunch and walked around listlessly. I got this long green singlet thingy which I absently threw into the wash just now before taking pictures. It'll go well with jeans and long beady necklaces.

One floor above and a few shops later, I found these:



*gasp* Aren't they exquisite? You gotta love em'!

Next, we went to HMV and walked around some more. I didn't find anything to my liking but just before we made our way to the escalator, we found this exquisite shop called Mu, as in 'wood' in Chinese.

I found this incredibly nice long swishy dress that looked as if it was made especially for me.



Trust me, it looks better on me. It and me, we go together like long lost friends.

Not finding anything more of interest, we made our way to Far East Plaza. Look what I found!



Believe me, this looks absolutely gorgeous on me. Absolutely fantastic. Not to mention damn sexy too.

Anyway, having cleared out my wallet, we slowly made our way home amidst the Tuesday crowd. Yes, there IS a crowd on Tuesdays. Wonder why.

Anyway, on our way back from the MRT, a call came in. It was the lady whom I talked to a few days earlier. She said she had a dog which needed immediate fostering and asked if I could take it in for maybe a month.

Of course I agreed, you nincompoop! Have I ever said no to an animal?

Anyways, pictures!





She's a beautiful little girl, named Cory. Age gauged at around 2 months old, rescued from the AMK construction site. Isn't she the sweetest thing ever?

Must remind myself that I am only her fosterer. I love her, but I'll have to let her go eventually. A potential adopter is coming over to see her tomorrow.

I'm feeling so alone..

First, I skipped class at Meritus today and accompanied Y to City Hall today in my BLOODY 3 INCH HEELS. He was supposed to meet his friend around 3 at the MRT station, but seeing as his friend was late, we went over to Marina Square to try out Carls Jr. , the new fast food joint in town.

He left abruptly in the middle of our meal when his friend came to get him.

I started feeling lonely and browsed through my list of friends in my handphone to see who I could drag out to accompany me. Amos had his girlfriend. Jennifer was with her boyfriend. Ed seemed a great choice, so I messaged him. He said he was going to meet his partner for some discussion so I was left on my own again.

With lonliness as my companion, I slowly and torturously making my way back in 3 inch heels and blistered feet. Everyone stared at the limping girl in the heels that were way too high. What choice do I have? My class specifically requires me to wear 3 inch heels.

I couldn't believe this was me, feeling all lonely and desolate. Didn't I embrace loneliness? Didn't I love walking down the road with the person who knew best about me, myself?

Gawd I need friends. But everyone seems so distant. Everyone's busy, with their girlfriends, with their own pleasures, nobody ever seems to want to reach out a hand anymore. I'm sick and tired of always being the one to reach out, to hold a group together. When I'm not holding on, everyone just seem to treat me as discarded waste.

Too miserable to continue anything here. I feel like a porcelain doll being smashed into a million pieces. Might continue if I feel better later.

Gosh! What a great day today!

Before I start rattling on about what a great day this has been, let me start off with some newsflash first. I've gotten my air-con fixed, which probably means I'll be hiding more and more in my room. I've cleared out the table and shelf below the air-con so my stuff wouldn't get dusty. So now I have this incredibly packed area right in front of my wardrobe while the area under my air-con's empty.



Gawd I can't believe I have so much crap lying around in my room. I need a man-servant! *stares at Y* Someone clean my room please~ *stares at Y some more*

I went shopping with my sister today. Total spent: $100++. I got a pair of jeans, and some incredibly sexy bras and undies. No, I'm not posting pictures of that up here, you sick pervert!

On a lighter note, I'll probably be shifting to SSDC for my 2b licence instead of BBDC. I'll just treat the money I've wasted there as .. as.. erm.. can't think of anything good so I'll just think of it as wasted.

We had a forum gathering today. A bike gathering actually. I had so much fun! I've haven't ridden so much since ah Yang korkor passed away, so I was slightly ecstatic.

Kenny was there, as well as Darryl and Junjie, and practically everyone who put their name down in the list except that faggot Steven who did not even put down his number.

Four of us met up first, Me, Kenny, Darryl and Anthony, and we sat chatting at Mac's until it was almost 10. Anthony had his arm in a sling because of an accident a few days ago, so Darryl drove him. Kenny pilloned me and we went over to Lower Seletar to meet up with the rest. I thought I was late, but Lester was even later! He came around 12 and met us up at Jalan Kayu, where we sat down and everyone just generally chatted about bikes.

I forgot my jacket when I got on Kenny's bike, and it was so cold! But nothing compares to the ecstatic feeling of zooming across a straight road, cutting corners and the feeling of flying. Flying? For awhile, I think I did. We reached Jalan Kayu too soon. I so wanted the ride to last forever.

I went off with Darryl to take a peep at an Aquarium shop nearby and almost refused to leave because they had such a cute and sweet husky. We were also surprised by this fish that jumped out of the tank and was gasping for life. I have the pictures in my phone but I don't really know how to transfer them into the computer so.. poor people who want photos.

Anyway, after we went back to the group and settled down, this incredibly idiotic sportscar came by. It would've been beautiful, had it not had a huge face emblazoned on the side, peoclaiming Leon as their superstar. We sat a few tables away from Leon's table.

I don't see what the big deal is, having a superstar as a friend. But his friends thought otherwise. They walked like him, acted like him and they all looked so egoistical. A few girls came after that, all dressed up and ready to kill. Hello girls, this is Jalan Kayu, not your superstar studio or anything. Kudos to the indian ti kos who tried to pick them up. The guys just stared at me when I walked past, as if expecting me to ask for Leon's signature or something. Pfft! As if I would.

We zoomed back again to Lower Seletar when we felt the superstar light was too bright for us. We chatted some more about everything under the stars while I bugged everyone to take a picture together. We got to learn about each other's riding scars and heard the horrific story of Lester's experience of being admitted into a Malaysian hospital after a terrible accident. Made me reconsider a lot about getting a bike.

But I still want to get a bike. It's been a dream of mine ever since I was a weeny tot. If I never get to fulfil my dreams, at least I accomplished this dream of mine.

Anyway, pictures!



My ride for tonight, Kenny's superfour -->



Someone's friend's Kawasaki Kips -->



Sam's Honda something something -->



Organizer of sorts, Junjie's superfour -->



Alan's Fraser (or something)



Notice all the orbs.. creepy -->



A stab at being artistic -->





Don't worry, it's only cigarette smoke -->



Without the smoke -->



Latecomer Lester with all 4 bikes -->



And finally, a group photo! I bugged them for a long time for thing, so I feel very proud of these two pictures -->

From left to right: Kenny, Me, Junjie, Darryl, Anthony, Alan and Lester



A rearranged pic -->



Doh!

Midnight Scrabble till early morn. We're crazy.

I think I've kinda' lost touch with the world outside, and with my friends. When Y's out with his friends, I feel kinda lost. I don't even have a person who first comes to mind when I want to ask someone, anyone out anymore.

I think I'll just start contacting all my old friends again. It's time for me to go back.

Spent the day lazing around. I took Cash, Mika and Peaches to the bird shop again today to get Cash's nails trimmed. Some guy called Kenny accompanied me and we got there in his HUGE, OBIANG grey van. Victor seemed surprised to see me and he was so jealous that I found Peaches. Such a nice feeling, going to a place where they know you and make friendly jokes with you.

Came back and lazed around somemore. Such a lazy day.

I miss my old friends.

Well, since there's nothing to do, I shall describe the man of my dreams~ *swoon*

I like a gentleman. One who opens doors for me and carries my shopping bags. One who oozes sincerity and charisma. On the other hand, if he looks down on me, I will beat the pulp out of him.

Even though I like gentlemanly guys, I don't like those who think stereotypically of girls. I am an extreme girl, sporty, active, a little rough, but I wish to be treated as a lady too. He must be understanding and considerate because I expect that of people what I always do unto them.

He must respect me and my wishes, as I will respect him. I like a family man. One who loves his family as I love mine. And he must, definately MUST be mature. Gawd knows how many childish guys I once knew. Mature in thinking, in actions and in .. *grin*

I love seeing men in formal wear or uniform. Don't ask why, but office wear completed with a tie turns me on. Not many men can have the height and build to carry it off, mind you.

I like sporty guys. There's something inexplicably attracting about a panting and sweating guy with tanned skin. He must be humourous (but not to the extent of hurting) and slightly crazy.

Crazy in the sense that he'll be willing to accompany me in my on-going search for pets, pets and more pets. I like to visit pet shops, pet farms, anything and everything to do with pets and animals. Oh, and he must love my animals too, inclusive of my dog and my three parrots.

Hmz.. have I left anything out?

You peeps from MOP want me to post? Then I'LL POST!

Fuming now.

Somehow I got dragged into a war to which I was COMPLETELY unaware of. Somehow my blog got publicized.

It started out as a thread claiming that a certain pet shop in Balestier having bad service, with bad staff, bad service and an Alaskan Malamute attacking the thread starter.

Suspiciously, thread starter posted thread within minutes of registering. I remember when I just started posting. It took me three days after registering to gather up my nerves to start posting.

Another new member came on and related her experiences in that shop. Maybe she was relating true incidents, or maybe she was just adding oil to the fire. I don't know and frankly, I don't care.

Subsequent posts were going with the flow and no sign of war anywhere when POW! Came the first blow.

D's post was logical but slightly extreme. With him is the point (rightly so, I agree) that they jumped to conclusions too soon (as did he with the puppy and the compensation part). He is also right with the point about puppies wanting to chase and play with their mouths.

But against him is the fact that his thinking does not allow other people to have freedom of movement without explaining every single little detail. Every single second of movement must be reported in a single post, going something like.. "At 4.34 I picked up the XXX shampoo and examined it. At exactly 4.34 and 30 seconds I was attacked by the Alaskan Malamute. 3 minutes and 47 seconds later the ah lian staff came and saved me from it."

D's post was followed by a post which reminds me of the grass. Wherever the wind blows, the grass follows. A lot of people in MOP is like that. Including that fat bitch.

Thread starter backs down and asks for closure of thread. Apologises for tension in the thread.

D replies and there is again a good and bad point. His second sentence pinpoints "the problem with other people is..." blah blah when he himself does it. Gawd, I may be asked to dig out another thread but hey, like I care.

Good point is that the abovementioned starting statement's sentence is true. And, since it is only a forum, people shouldn't get so emotionally involved (ok, I'm guilty).

And then blah blah blah war started by small insignificant dipsh*t with multiple nicks blah blah shit-stirrer aka Mr T blah blah blah shit-stirrer no.2 aka Mr T with multiple nicks blah blah blah direct shooting war (eg. nuts and monkeys and retardation) blah blah blah grass sucking up to the big big wind again blah blah big wind damn happy got people suck up to him blah blah blah people trying to bring down the fire blah blah going off topic.. looking good..

And POW! Second hit. You bloody ass fattyweng, what is your problem? Do I even know you? Did you really have to drag me into this? You are nothing but an insignificant little beetle to me which I don't even want to know about you creating gawd knows how many accounts. By dragging me into this you are asking for war.

You have only ever made three posts and all to stir up shit. Just who the hell are you? Yes, I agree that D is arrogant. But I've already removed my blog posts regarding the war between me and him, for the sake of my blog. It's amusing to see war posts here and there once in a while, but when it gets clogged up with them it gets really boring.

Back to me. I was FUMING because I have been dragged into a thread that I have no part of. Now, I will stop fuming and reply in regard to the reply made against the abovementioned post by D.

If this blog is subject to defamation, then why have you not taken legal actions yet? I can only find two possible reasons. One, because there is NOTHING for you to take actions against. I have not mentioned your full name, or MOP's full url either. So you want to take legal actions against me based on the assumption that I was talking about you? And two, you are just like S, all full of hot air. Trying to intimidate people using the law, and yet not taking any actions. You make me sick.

You call me a loser, but you have already lost by repeating unneccessary incidents which I have already clarified in an earlier blog post which I have removed recently when I was removing war posts.

You know, there are also "winners" (who lost and then run around shouting that they're winners) who spread your so-called poison among gullible people. Yes, that would be you spreading propaganda. And lies. And then accusing others of doing the exact same thing that you're doing.

"some cannot accept and became nasty and make a personal affair out of it" Were you talking about yourself? Please tell me you were talking about yourself because I distinctly remember you spending a lot of time digging up old threads to shoot at alot of people.

I have not even began on your word picking attempt to throw other people off course in another thread, or in a lot of war threads in that matter.

Then comes Jgirl, who posted a long post within minutes of registering. Gawd, don't you even need to read through the thread? Little miss multiple nick?

I still feel damn innocent for being dragged into the war for nothing and being shot at again for nothing. Stupid cowards who hide behind their multiple nicks.

Woah.. It's been almost ten entire days since I last posted. Guess I've been real busy. With what, I don't really know.

Ok, first things first. The day after my last post was national day. Me, my mother. my sister and Y went for the fireworks at the stretch of bank directly in the middle of the Padang and Marina Bay. We could see fireworks on both sides.

Oh, and pictures!



Mom and sis at Nooch noodle bar.



My ten dollar char kwey tiao.



The perfect picture from down below, just when they were about to spread apart.





Really artistic photos taken by yours truly!







Pardon my mountain turtle-ism but I never really looked much at the city from this angle.

And.. Ta-da!



Lovely picture.

Ok, so I'm gonna confess something here. Piece of advice: DON'T procrastinate (gawd knows how many times I've said that) on blogging because seriously, I've forgotten what happened for most of the week.

I think we spent one of the weekday jogging around, and the rest watching vcds and dvds, having wild nights, fiddling with Y's lappy (I'm addicted to minesweeper) and generally lazing the time away.

I do remember Sunday though. I went for my modelling class at Orchard, which consisted of torturously forcing ourselves to move and turn around in 3 inch heels. I couldn't feel my feet the next day.

Y accompanied me to my class and waited until class was over to take me shopping. We walked around Orchard in my 3 inch heels (yes, I am still emphasizing on the 3 inch heels) and this was our trophy for a whole day of walking around Orchard and not buying anything other than food and drinks.



Given by this chubby guy on the streets who said it was romantic to walk around with a balloon. And I believed him. Only problem was, while shopping and I happened to have an interest in any clothes, Y had to help me unwound it from my hand before I could go try on anything.

Digression: We found this really exotic night lingerie and I took a picture of it on my phone when I tried it on. And No, I am NOT posting it here. Gawd it's sexy. Well, I'm sexy.

Back to the point, this balloon is now hanging around my room with most of the helium having escaped.

Here's me acting cute again after coming back from Orchard,



And I couldn't resist taking a picture of this incredibly sweet girl on my bed.



Tension was running high yesterday with Y as I was in an incredibly bad mood (as I have been for the past few days) and resulted in a little bit of a cold war. It's over now.

I lost a pair of keys a few days back, but found it later. What's really strange was that firstly, I never ever seperated that bunch of keys from my original bunch, and secondly, even if I did, I wouldn't have left it on my table. I always hang my keys behind the door. Thirdly, if I were to lose my keys, I would've lost the entire bunch, and not just that particular bunch.

How strange. Incidently, 7th lunar month is going on. Maybe my brother's come back to borrow the keys.

And with that, I'll leave you with the courtship of the birdies.



Both so shy..



Can they make it?



Yes!

Random yodels:

Modelling classes sponsored by the good people of B.H.I. I need a break from my 3-inch killer heels.

Mood swings tear through my entire being fervently, happy at times, sad at times. Right now I'm feeling an impeccable numbness, laced with sourish trickles running down my chest.

I didn't want to know that.

My birds are getting sweeter and sweeter by the day. So's my dog.

Fie, I feel your hurt. He also gets too busy with his gaming sometimes.

I think I've been opening up my thoughts and feelings for inspection too much lately. Is this a wise choice? Wouldn't it be better if I just sort of.. sealed myself up for awhile, get my defenses back up?

The wall of stone I've built surrounding my heart is slowly crumbling away, day by day. I need to seal it up. The sealing process starts.. now.

Ok I can't help this post because I do so need someone to shoot at.

There's this crazy and incredibly childish person in MOP whom I once disagreed with and who launched a full-scale verbal attack on me.

Typically, this kind of closet losers who like to claim that they're "winners" are just hoping that others would think that he really won by going everywhere squealing that he's a winner and all those who oppose him are losers.

He likes manipulating the public's thoughts by spreading propaganda that he's such a good person, that that whole world is wrong except him. At least I had the dignity to pretend nothing happened instead of running around the threads and spreading propaganda, making people believe that which is not true.

Example: If posting in the dear diary thread about stuff that happened to me, it would be considered openly revealing thoughts and sharing about past events. The dear diary thread is an outlet for many to vent their frustrations on.

By doing so, it is NOT considered whining. And yet, it was spread throughout the forum that I actually was whining. And now I get people whom I don't really know calling me a whiner. So by merely being in the forum itself means I simply MUST be transparent and tell everyone everything about my personal life in the forum? That I was hit and abused and treated like a toy and every single fucking thing that happened throughout that nightmare of a relationship?

So what if I chose only to reveal that a certain person hit me? So what if I chose not to dig into everything else and hide the rest of that nightmare? That would immediately make me a whiner?

"Be a winner" ya, as if you ARE one. A winner is chosen and respected by others, you do not become a winner by merely shouting that you are one. A man who is almost 30, and yet with the mentality of a 15 year old thinking that he can get what he wants just be shouting.

Oh ya, remember that he started a thread in MOP specifically for attacking me? There was this once before my gig at the PC show I went online because a friend told me that this idiot started a thread for me. After browsing through and seeing nothing of interest, I went offline to prepare for the show. He calls this avoidance.

Excuse me, not everyone is as free as you are to stay online all day long to shoot people. Unlike you, some people actually have work to do.

Ok getting off my stool here. Feel so much better. Eh, I haven't even started on that fat girl from the forum yet too. Think I'll wait it out till the next time I'm in a foul mood.

Someone's interested in the bird I picked up a couple of days ago. It stirs up a feeling in me that happens everytime I have to let a stray cat go after bringing it back home and feeding it.

Will I have to let this little baby go? I did say that I'll let it go if I find a suitable adopter.

Note: let go meaning let it go to its new home and owner, not let go from the cage.

'Neways, I did a study and concluded with the following:

Animals are getting hornier and hornier. And here is the evidence.

Horny from a tender age..



Interspecies horniness..



and outright public horniness!

I know I haven't been in to post as regularly as I should (now where have we heard this line before?), and I probably won't be online as regularly from now on because my prelims are coming and I'm on a rigorous study schedule everyday.

Things that happened these few days:

1) Amassed a great archive of every single calvin and hobbes comic ever made. Going to print them out, bind and treat as family heirloom.

2) Took the dog out for a walk with Y one fine day and guess what? We found a lovebird! It's cage was wrapped up in a plastic bag and lying on its side. It was so scared that it kept on screaming. That was what led me to find it.

There used to be another lovebird in our block too, because it would call out every night. I found it weird because the noise usually comes from one particular unit in my block. That night, the noise was coming from the back of those double-storey houses. I wanted to go see if anyone has a new lovebird, and stumbled upon this square-shaped thing lying on the ground. It was a cage, and the lovebird was clinging on to the side, screaming for all it was worth.

Such a lovely bird. And so young too. How could anyone ever bear to abandon it? Obviously the previous owner loved it very much too, because he/she bothered to install the wire mesh thingie at the bottom. The bird looks in the pink of health too, and very tame. However, I suspect it is a female because its bite hurt.

Photos won't be up until I find a name for it. If I can find a name for it, its mine. Suggestions, anyone?

It's a lutino, by the way. Yellow body with peach face, very beautiful and sweet.