Random Things I Learnt in Life (Part I)

I got another fan/hate email.

*gloom*.... they wonder if i'm a sick vulgar bitch.

How can strangers (or maybe it's one of my friends... *gasp*) say such hurtful demeaning things to me.... ....

I hate to receive this kind of mails... becuz that means that I have to correct them and tell them to go read Xiaxue's blog and know that SHE is the sick vulgar bitch, NOT ME!!!! so dun put me in the same category as her lor...

*more gloom*

*dark clouds gather around my head*.... ... ... becuz i'm not a sick vulgar bitch. i'm just a girl who likes to dig her nose & put her 'pi3 sai4' (nose dirt) into her bf's nose and fart smelly gas out from her asshole for the surrounding ppl to enjoy (good things must share).

*UNLEASH THE SILENT KILLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

So i'm actually many levels higher than a normal sick vulgar bitch. From this, I learnt that ppl always underestimate my abilities.



But in order to keep my promise of blogging about more serious stuff due to me turning 30, I shall now take you on a little excursion on my childhood / growing up days to show you what I have learnt...

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During my Toddler to Child years, I'm quite extremely sure (chop & guarantee) that me & Alvin learnt the word - FARK - from daddy becuz he's always cursing at WOMEN drivers on the road... but sometimes, it turns out to be a guy which then makes daddy curse even more becuz that guy drove like a girl.

I really wonder if women drivers are really really THAT bad?!?! I can drive too, you know. SO DOES THAT MEAN I'M DAMN BAD AT DRIVING?!?! I think the world is just prejudice lor. I have the statistics to PROVE that MEN are worse than women.

My bf kenna 'bang backside' 4 times........ and 3 of times were banged by are men & 1 by female. err... is it me or somehow that doesn't sound right??... So you see?!?!?!?! Men are lousy drivers, not women! On top of that, my bf ALWAYS 'mount kerb' with the rear left tyre....... and i have only made that mistake like maybe.... 2 times in my whole entire driving history. Then my bf likes to say that men get into accidents becuz of women drivers.......... *speechless*.... if men are good drivers in the 1st place, they wouldn't be the ones getting into accidents.

Men are angry impatient creatures... that's why they have this complusion to drive fast & recklessly whenever a car in moving slowly in front of them... and THAT's what make them careless & get into accidents... it has absolutely NOTHING to do with women drivers... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... AGREE?!??!?!

*sees a lot of hands raising up enthusiatically*... ... ... AGREE!!!... ... ...

*realizes that all raised hands belong to women*....


(O_O) .............. wad da hell... ... any male supporters?

*sees all the guys suddenly turn away their heads to avoid my eye contact... some look up into the sky... some check their fingernails... some pretend to fall asleep*


shit man.

feels like old ppl / pregnant women trying to get a seat in the mrt sia.............



watever...



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Por Por let me have a puff of cigarette when I was in mid-Primary school. I rmbr her sitting on the bed with Ah Gong. I walked into the room & she smiled & asked me if I wanted to try it...

of course i did.

I was born curious.

p.s: learnt to smoke from por por...

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Ah Gong passed away when I was Primary 6.

I was never closed to him becuz he's such a quiet man.

During his funeral on the 1st day, I saw Ah Gong lying on a wooden bed. I dunno why, but I cried. It's such a sad event. Mummy cried till her eyes looked like a goldfish in shock.

I saw Por Por sitting at a table. She was not smiling. And I cried again. I guess I was born imaginative too. I imagined what she was feeling since Ah Gong is now gone... and she still has a good 20-40 years ahead. Alone. Forever. ok maybe not really forever becuz she has tons of children + grandchildren...

I felt guilty for not making the effort to talk to Ah Gong. I felt bad for not telling him that even though we never talked to each other, he is still my Ah Gong....... and I probably loved him becuz I cried when I knew that he would be sleeping forever.

Ah Gong will never come back.

The rest of the funeral days, me & Alvin + 2 boy cousins were having fun. (wat the fark, i know, but we're KIDS...... cut us some slack... children were born happy).

The 2 boy cousins stole their father's cigarettes and we smoked like chimneys (goddamn we were only 12) and were making lots of noise in the middle of the night. The police came to tell us to quiet down. We (the 4 brats) were seriously peeved. We tried to figure out which one of the idiot neighbours was the one who complained, but failed in our quest as it might be more than 1 idiot. Therefore, we decided to pee on toilet rolls and throw it into every window that we could reach. ok maybe that didn't happen & it was all in my imagination...

On the last day of the funeral, they were going to take Ah Gong's body away.

We were supposed to walk behind that van tat carried his body. But I suddenly got a high fever just before we left the house. Mummy touched my forehead & told me to stay behind.

After 15 mins, I was well again.

Was it even fever????????????

Then I felt guilty of not 'sending' Ah Gong 'off' on his journey.

Is it Ah Gong dun want me to go???????


I wondered if there was a hell and what would it be like. I went to Haw Par Villa before and saw the 18 levels of hell. That was traumatising!

Is Ah Gong there???? Ah Gong, are you there??? or are you living in another part of hell???

Then I dreamt of Ah Gong in a really crowded old theatre like those in the 50s or 60s. He was smiling & waving to me... it's like he's telling me that he's ok.

I called out to him, "AH GONG AH GONG!!!!'... and ran towards him.... but too many ppl. All these stupid ass ppl are blocking my way... I wanted to reach Ah Gong so that I can ask if he is ok!!!! FARK ALL THESE STUPID SHITHEADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I looked around............ He disappeared!!!

Then i woke up feeling frustrated & started to analyse my dream. Ah Gong was smiling & waving, so he must be ok.

From this day, I told myself that I would never ever take anyone for granted. I will always make it a point to appreciate the good things that ppl do for me & never put emphasis on the bad stuff.

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Before I advanced to sex sec sch (dunno why i retyped 'sex' 4 times before getting the spelling right), the Lau family moved out of Tanjong Pagar to Macpherson Road. Just a few bus-stops away, I entered into the sec sch in Sims Drive. And I learnt my 1st Hokkien vocabulary... na bey chee by (damn useful when you're frustrated x 10000000).

Slowly, also learnt a little bit of Hokkien (mostly vulgar words) from my classmates, especially John

Now, I totally support vulgar words... it should be taught in school.

If you dun believe me, then you try it yourself.

When you're frustrated or pissed off at someone, you just scold a string of vulgarities & you'll actually feel much better... .... like... ... ... 50% better. THAT'S A LOT OF RELIEF!!!

... better than Anger Management...

p.s - vulgar magic will only work if the 'qi' (air) comes out from your 'tan1 tian2' (special part in the abdominal which singers use to project their singing voices)........


I think Sims Drive got more Hokkien bengs than Tanjong Pagar, whereas TP got more cats having sex (serious! 1 out of 10 times you roam around TP, you'll see 2 cats enjoying themselves... how often do you actually see animal sex when you step out of the house?!?!).

Every time we walk out of school, sure got ppl cursing in Hokkien underneath the void decks. Then got fights & arguments going on. There was once where i heard that some students have this really funny way of 'settling' their anger. They went into the lift and traveled to the top floor, then they pressed door close and pressed '1' to travel back down. On their way down, they would fight in the lift until the door opened again. Then they become good friends again. SIBEY BO LIAO LOR.................................... it's like *punch* *scratch* *pull hair* *slap*, then when lift door opens, *hug* *kiss* *cry* *make up*.

OMG.

I rmbred I laughed when I heard about that.

Truely ingenious.


On a more serious note, this (strangely) made me to have so much respect for ppl like that. So I learnt to vent off my anger on the spot, but after the incident is over, I dun hold a grudge for anyone. And I'm only pissed off that the unfortunate incident happened & not towards the person. I learn my life lessons in strange & mysterious ways.

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There was a sec sch gathering at Pasir Ris Chalet.

The guys were in NTUC buying groceries.

The girls walked there to meet them & help them carry the bags.

Along the way, we spotted droplets of blood and made crude jokes about some girl having mensus and dripping everywhere on the sidewalk.

Then Yueyun pointed at a pool of blood....

WAH! MENSUS CAN BLEED SO MUCH MEH?!?!?!?!

Well, maybe someone slaughtered a live chicken? dog? cat?

A few steps later....

"EH WAT IS THIS???"... Yueyun points to the ground.

We see a rubber looking thing on the floor.

Upon closer inspection, IT'S A FINGER!!!!


We ran to NTUC to get the guys & yelled, "WE FOUND A FINGER!!!".

The guys didn't believe us & thot that we were playing tricks on them.

Only John.

He so 'ba1 gua4' (busybody) that he excitedly came with us to see the finger. He took one look at the rubber thing & just picked it up without hesitation.

"WHAT THE FARK!!! DON'T TOUCH THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"aiyaaaa... it's not a finger. it's a rubber. you dun believe you touch lah!"


no farking way am i touching it.


We brought the finger to NTUC (actually it was John who held on to it).

Each time he squeezed the finger, water came out.

He was so sure it wasn't a finger becuz got no blood.

dumbass.

We reached the NTUC and found the guys in the queue.

John confidently walked to them and told them to touch the finger.

Nobody did.


"eh... siao4 eh... i think it's really a finger..."

"ta1 ma1 de... .... got nail shape one leh... finger lai2 ah!!!"

"i told him it's a finger he dun believe!!!'


John rebutted by placing the 'rubber thing' & his own finger side by side, "na2 li3 shi4 finger? ni3 kan4 zhe4 ke4 finger gen1 wo3 de finger dou1 bu4 yi1 yang4!"... (translated: this one where got finger? you see this finger & my finger also dun look alike!)

Ziwei finally buay tahan John and shouted at him, "ler4 siao4 ah ler4!!! ni3 de finger shi4 huo2 de, ta1 de finger shi4 si3 de mah!!! tang1 ran2 bu4 yi1 yang4!!!"... (translated: you siao ah you!!! your finger is alive, that finger is dead one mah!!! of course not the same!!!)


John finally freaked out and threw the finger on the NTUC floor and kicked it away.

It rolled underneath the ice-cream machine.


(O_O)

swee.

never in a million years would i have expected tat.

Bet a million dollars with me & i would never have guessed that John would kick the finger.


I would think that there might even be a possibility that he might suck on it, but never in a million years would i have guessed that he would KICK it under an ice-cream machine.

Totally unexpected.


On our way back to the chalet room, everybody was talking about the finger. Then we saw some ppl holding a small bag of ice and a torchlight... looking for something.

2 of our male classmates walked over and asked calmly, "ni3 men2 shi4 bu4 shi4 zai4 zao3 finger?" (translated: are you looking for finger?)... ... ...


We led the ppl to NTUC to retrieve the finger. And pointed underneath the ice-cream machine. They looked puzzled.............. must be wondering how the hell the finger ended up there.


Learnt that due to John's implusive nature & the lack of the eye for details, he will now have a traumatic childhood.

p.s - he felt so guilty & worried that he might have damaged the nerves in the finger & it could not be reattached to the rest of the body...



Also, i learnt that humans are able to react in strange ways... (ie: to pick up a stray finger, then throw it on the floor & kick it underneath an ice-cream machine)... ... this incident actually made me even more curious on how ppl would react in certain situations. The human mind is so complex. If I were smarter (or more hardworking), I would have also pursued Psychology like my sister. And probably take up a job that works with psychotic ppl / rapists / incestous bastards / sadists...... then write a book on it. Or the different kinds of pain that a human can feel between putting salt on wounds or tearing skin off its flesh.


My bf told me that in the past, live humans were buried in the sands with their heads sticking out of the ground. Then the torturer would cut open their skull & pour mercury on their brains. He told me that the pain would be so farking unbearable that the human would jump out of the sands.... .... ... leaving their skin behind. HOW SICK IS THAT???? but can it be true? I have spent many nights pondering about this & trying to imagine if i were the one buried in the sands... could it be possible to jump out of your skin?????? WHO WANTS TO VOLUNTEER AS TEST SUBJECT???????????????????????...

*corner of my eye, sees my bf running far far away from me*

.... chey... buay steady one....

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People will sometimes realize that my stories have various versions.

It is not that I'm a hopeless liar.

It's just that sometimes, ppl tell me to keep some things a secret.

So when I tell a story, I sometimes say that the situation happened on me... ... ... and then after some time, when I tell the same story, I say that it happened on another person. Then when the same group of ppl hear my 2 different versions, they think that what I'm saying is a lie. But it is not. The situation did happen. But the person in the story keep changing, so that I can protect the actual person's identity. It's due to my forgetfulness that I cannot rmbr which person I used to tell my stories.

From this, I learnt that lies will never stay hidden forever. So I always stay truthful as much as I can (unless I'm telling a story).

At times, perhaps I feel that I myself am hypocrital. Becuz your friend told you to keep a secret, but you went ahead to tell their story to another person. However, I tell the story is becuz the situation that happened can be a learning point for others. And if I kept the story to myself, then others will not have a chance to relate & learn from it.

Like example 1, if I tell a person not to smoke becuz it is harmful & will cause cancer. But example 2, I tell a person not to smoke becuz i have a friend who smoked and gotten cancer & in the end had to go thru chemotherapy & how he lost his hair & how he overcome the illness... blah blah blah....... YOU SEE?!??! Example 1 got no impact, right? Example 2 super got the power to impress & change ppl's thinking, right?!?!?!

So in order to create an impact for others to understand & learn from the situation better, I will have to tell the story, but change the name of the person involved.

Therefore, whenever I hear a story, I will listen more to the underlying meaning of the story & the learning experience I can gain from it... ... and not put emphasis or be kaypoh about WHO went thru the situation.

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Is this blog post serious enough for you??

I'm such a pleaser.

Actually it's quite interesting to recall how you learn from things in life....... or is it just me? oh well... i'll probably blog a Random Things I Learnt in Life Part II in the near future.

GINA I LOVE TO BICKER WITH YOU!!!

I was on my way home from work when my sister msg'ed me.

Gina: jie wat time will you reach?

Me: around 6.30pm. why?

Gina: we are waiting for you at food junction now... later meet here. cya.

Me: oh ok. then i will reach at 6pm. later after dinner, i need to buy makeup for kor's wedding. kiss. see you later.

Gina: but you can use my makeup if it's not too cheap for you haha! k cya. i mug in the meantime.

Me: haha! well.................... it's only becuz i dun wan to kenna your zits.

Gina: I GOT WHAT ZITS?! i should be more concerned with yours, can! the big permanent resident near the tip of your mouth.

Me: HAHAHA! it's cured, ok?! your face so oily. later my face also look like kua2 li2 (translated: cooking wok).

Gina: my face is not oily lor! ahem ppl tell me i have good complexion, can!

Me: Right........ you kw some ppl will praise your flaws becuz they wan you to keep flawing? then when you wear something nice, they say it makes you look repulsively skinny so you'll nvr wear it again? this is the perfect example............. 'GOOD' complexion.

Gina: ................... i go and jue2 jiao1 with them right now. how dare they lie to me! omg means you also think the same say cos i rmbr you praise my complexion!

Me: i nvr praise your complexion. i just said that it was better than last time. Honest is me. btw, you kw this conversation could be much shorter if i had just told the truth.......... which is that my makeup is more than 5yrs and i need to buy some anywayz.




Gina's reaction to anything is always so funny.

so good to disturb.

DADDY'S FAVORITE PHRASE

... ... ... ... ... is... ... ... ... "you DUMB AH?!?!"

Courtesy of Gina's Samsung Omnia 2 handphone.

She was taking a pic of daddy posing with the *peace* sign. It just so happened that I walked out of the kitchen. Gina thot it was funny that my face looked sad while daddy was posing like that.

Random Pictures

WHO LIKES PICTURES???!!!

I LIKE PICTURES!!!

yayyyyyyyyy... i finally got the energy to post old pictures here....

*proud of myself*...

these pictures are seriously old.... some are taken at least 9 months ago...

oh well..

sorry... for now, the pictures are only going to be mostly me. Some ppl are just shy... so i can't post their pics up here... unless i feel sadistic...


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I permed my hair last 9 months......

call me siao, but i'm just going to go crazy with pictures of it...

first time perm hair mah..


BEFORE: dumb ass straight black virginal hair that made me look like Zhen Zi...



AFTER: still looks like a dumb ass... but less dumb now...



... i love pubescent boys...

*mothers all grab their Primary School sons away from me*




for some strange reason, i love the way my blouse looks in this photoshop effect...










permed hair looked better after 4 months...



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Alvin & Cat, me & Gina went out together for the 1st time.

I forgot what the place was called... it's on Emerald Road? i think. it's just somewhere beside Centerpoint in Orchard.





here is a pic of Gina's chin looking as sharp as the margarita glass... *jealous*




after drinks, we proceeded to play pool... and of course, we camwhore'ed during the game...

... we all looked pregnant...





but i can't be bothered to retake the photo... becuz i kw it will still look the same...

*ren4 ming4* (loosely translated: accepted life)...


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What is cute about this pic???


What does this pic tell you?

it's telling you that while the dog is looking at chicks, the bitch is near the cock.

it's like real life sia... while the husband checks out young girls, the wife looks for other men.


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Other pics of random'ness....

nasty boots found in Suntec City!!! totally weird i had to try it on...




love this colour on a cat............ reddish brown with a dark brown strip along its spine...




... gorgeous sunflowers attacked by bees!!!!




... blood stains from my surgery.

i am officially a man.

Call me Macho Jimmy.




my bf left for Yemen for abt 2-3 months... i didn't send him off at the airport becuz i had to work (wat a bad gf). When i came back from work & went into his room, i saw this waiting on the bed for me... ... ... *speechless*... ...






i managed to take this while driving home on the day the twin rainbows appeared in Jurong...

it's so mesmerizing i'm surprised i didn't get into an accident while taking pictures of it...





i love this!!! saw this in a car...

i wanted to take a rock and break the windscreen, but i was stopped by my bf.

damn him. now i will forever crave for this cute decal.





This was taken last month (aug 2009).

First i had long hair...



Within seconds....

SHORT HAIR!

magic!





Taken early this month (sept 2009)...

me cleaning Twinkle's cage & Gina trying out her new Samsung Omnia 2...

see Twinkle behind me? adorable! i love you Twinkle! but your pee still stinks... maybe in future, i shd feed you only roses. so that even your farts will smell like flowers...




Last but not least...

Shocking revelation!!!!!!

Are you ready for this?!?!?!?!??!!




(O_O) !!!!!!!!!!!!

Batman is Singaporean?

Pre-Birthday Blues
+ Hungry Ghost Festival 2009

+ Mindless Rantings (yet again)

Can't believe I'm about to turn 30. THIRTY.


Maybe that's why I haven't been updating my blog for like... 5 months. *depressed from getting older every year*... aiya, heck lah... not as if there are many readers. i'm not xiaxue or kenny sia. only ppl who are very bo liao will read my blog... becuz i'm very bo liao. SERIOUSLY! i have been reading my past blog entries & i find myself so childish. blogging abt things that i dun mean & things that are absolutely rubbish (which makes me wonder why would my friends keep asking me to update my blog.. dun tell me they like to read nonsense?!?!).

What I had written previously since year 2005 has been pure lameness. Reading back, I dun even find it funny at all. It's just one big rude abrasive vulgar'ish piece of shit (damn i cursed again). Ok. Since i'm turning 30 in a few weeks' time, i vow to be more grownup/serious and blog only about what i have eaten or done today.

Example:
Today, I finally eat the Salted Veggie Duck Soup which I had craved for since 1 month ago. It's a little dirty coffeeshop somewhere in Sin Ming. Then I went home to watch the recordings on Heroes Season 3 & Criminal Minds Season 4. I also recorded a few episodes on Lost Season 5, but haven't gone abt watching that. After that, i got so sleepy that i napped till about 5pm today.

wow! i feel more serious already!

this makes me more determined to be a proper grownup. I guess I have to come up with some resolutions for my big 30... like a New Year's resolution.

1) prevent aging by all means - already noticed that i have 'lao3 ren2 ban1' (old spots), wrinkles and freckles + saggy skin

2) stop being vulgar - stop saying fark/cheeby/knn/bastard/shit... it's not good for my image... ...whatever that is.

3) stop having violent thoughts on torture & pain - in other words, stop watching movies like Saw / Hostel / Final Destination... and stop reading books by Richard Laymon...

4) stop making sex jokes - so that certain friends will change their minds about me being perverted.... ... except for those who grew up with me & love perverted jokes... ... i'm sorry, but Peter Pan has to grow up sooner or later.

5) try to fix my biological clock - so that i will feel the urge & desire to have kids... no actually, i have to get over my fear of having a living thing grow inside of me. *have been traumatised ever since the movie - Alien - was screened*...

6) rmbr family & friends' birthdays

7) take care of Twinkle no matter what & spend more time playing with him + send him for grooming becuz he looks like a vagrant now...

8) stop ranting continuously about useless things in my blog

9) visit por por next CNY - i haven't seen her in 2 years!

10) stop making jokes that will make ppl think that something serious is going on - or maybe i should just stop joking altogether...


I wonder how many of these resolutions am I able to accomplish.

ANYWAY.

As it's the Hungry Ghost Festival, I'm starting to experience weird stuff & dreams again. It's like some kind of psychological thing. This year, I dreamt that I was involved in some kind of robbery / muder / arson thing with this group of guys. They stole from this neighbourhood, then trapped the ppl in this wooden hut and set the whole place on fire. Then this little boy managed to find his way to the door, but this evil gangbanger spotted him trying to escape, so he led the boy back to the fire. I could hear the boy screaming & crying out in pain. In the dream, I get this feeling that 'somebody' is trying to show me what happened in the past.

AM I JUST A MORBID PERSON or is something strange really going on? however, being the un-superstitous person that i am, i still dun really believe in all these spiritual stuff. there's always a logical explanation. but then again, why do i feel scared when i watch horror movies? i guess it's the tempting fact that there MIGHT be such things around us. so i hv come to a conclusion tat i'm a SELECTIVE superstitous person.

I dun believe that anyone can be possessed by spirits. however, i sort of believe that some ppl can sense or see spirits (explain how i know what my friend's dead grandmother look like even though i have never seen her before & how i know what clothes she was buried in). BUT! i dun think that these spirits can physically harm you... unless proven otherwise. i think humans are more vicious than spirits. i'm always more wary of humans.

my bf always wonder why i dun trust him. despite him not having much activities, doesn't like to go drinking, hardly socializes with his friends except for Sunday morning football... ... i still dun trust him completely. always leaving a small portion on the fact that humans hurt humans. it's a fact. it's like once you trust a person, you lose control. and if that person betrays you, you will feel like it's over. i guess that's where the saying comes about, "never put all your eggs in one basket". this saying was probably thought of by a very cautious human being. like me! or somebody who has gone thru a once-bitten-twice-shy situation. and i know my bf is cheatin on me with Glenda & Isabella at work!!! he's always hanging out with them... I HATE YOU FOREVER!!! .............................. (i shd really stop making unserious jokes that have a serious impact as stated in Resolution #10... or else everyone is going to ask me what's going on again...).

p.s: Glenda = Glen, Isabella = Iqbal... and both male. anywayz... HUMPH! but i still rmbr that old auntie massaged your shoulders... ANGRY! so wat if she's in her 50s?! *mental note to self: pluck his armpit hairs when i get home*... FEEL THE PAIN! (there goes Resolution #3 too)

BTW, gina is getting super studious! she just got into NUS and majoring in Psychology. finally all those insightful analysis of the Lau family's behaviors of some senguine or psycho or some mind freak thingy, she has made herself useful by pursuing something that she's interested in. now she's so busy with her studies that she hardly bugs us with her analysis of our personalities / behaviors / characteristics. maybe some day, she'll be able to find out why i always dream of violent / gory / murderous things... like cutting ppl up, jumping down from high-rise buildings, people killing people, people hurting people, dead people, flying humans, etc etc............ YAY! Free psychiatric treatment!

Also.......... ALVIN IS GETTING ROM'ed ON 21 Sept 2009 in Mandai Gardens!!! With Melissa!!!! (who's Melissa?)... *sees Catherine reading the name Melissa & almost calling Alvin to demand an explanation before she realizes that it's a lame joke i'm trying to make on her*... ... my brother getting married!!! the holy mother of all nature actually lets my unsociable hermit brother gets himself a gf. *sprinkles sparkling water everywhere*... oh, and their wedding dinner will be held in Jan next year.

I still have random pictures. I'll be posting them up soon.

p.s: i think i ranted mindlessly again (i shd cancel Resolution #8). maybe change it to: Resolution 8... to blog on more light-hearted, meaningful & decent stuff like rainbows & fairies or World Peace.

Now that I reach the end of my blog post, I'm wondering why ppl actually have blogs? i asked my bf if my blog is very bo liao & stupid cum childish. He said that ppl who blogged abt their daily activities are boring (he's so nice, right? always humoring me even though deep down inside............. I KNOW YOU WANT TO AGREE THAT I'M BO LIAO).

But like the very 1st blog post, it's just a palliative relief. In real life, you can never be who you are unless the other person can accept you for who you are (like my bf, family, John & Melson... becuz they are equally sick). So it's only in my blog that I can let my imagination run free.

It's like when I take a taxi, I would daydream abt me reaching behind the taxi uncle & strangling him. Then imagine the various ways that he would react. Would he step on the brakes? Would he hammer down even more on the accelerator? Would he lift his hands away from the steering wheel to pry my hands away from his neck?........ But DO YOU THINK i would tell the taxi uncle what I just daydreamed abt? He probably would jump out of his moving taxi to escape from me.

But I did scare my bf once. I can't rmbr what it was. But he was showing me some youtube videos on the sightings of ghosts. Then after that, he went to the toilet to pee. And while he was away, I imagined what it would like to be possessed by a ghost. And out of curiousity, I waited outside the toilet for my bf. When he stepped out, I gave him this blank eerie stare & said something like, "wo3 deng2 ni3 hen2 jiu3 le2" (i waited so long for you). Then he was like *stunned shocked speechless*. I laughed. But he didn't think it was funny at all. He thot that after watching youtube ghost videos, i got possessed.

Speaking of this, I do rmbr that Melson can do a very very good impersonation of a female long-haired ghost sitting at the void deck. THAT was freakishly scary. That made me scream. After that, we talked abt ghosts in lifts... and somehow it led to somebody shitting inside a lift. I haven't seen Melson in so long.

Anywayz... I will post another SERIOUS blog post by end of Sept (i hope this post is serious enuff for serious readers... YES I HAVE RECEIVED COMPLAINTS FROM MOTHERS!!! does this mean i'm famous enuff to have fans?). =D

Time to sleep!