Partyworld with the girlies has been nothing short of great. It was pure saturation of anal-ologies..haha..as well as crazy hootings. So Vian thought that this gay-ey looking Yuan Bing was cute. Note the past tense and sarcasm, fully intended! Haha..but we all agreed upon his particular male who has this man-boy thang going down for him, which apparently suits the tastes of all we crazy donkies. Sb and Vian's singing was fantab! Made me so ashamed of my less than abysmal vocal cords. Haha..someone has to be the frog! Anyways, I fully support them to go join in the singing competition and have promised them that i will be decked out in those c-pop fan-wannabes garb, and cheer them silly with glitter banners and yah..a bevy of fans..haha..! It was such a disappointment. There was no rap no rnb songs, no nigger music. Argh..one pathetic 50cent, in da club, with ridiculous background. Spoilers! There was no Luda-crisss too. Which really is such a bummer cause Luda is the only rapper whose songs i can do some decent rap. Which i cant hao-lian in the Partyworld, but Sb and Vian can hao-lian their bestest ones. Unfair laaaaa! Anyways, they should really change those english mv's..some of them look like pseudo-porn flicks..and as what Vian says..these were probably the rejected versions. It is pure sick, looking at those ang moh girlies with all those come-hither looks. Put the kibosh on LC music videos come on! So un-right. Anyways, i started my french classes, makes me really french-ed up when i hear the accent of the french teacher. His 'sit-chhuu-aa-sion (situation)', and some other words, really teee heee heee..i can just sit down and hear him talk. Haha..so i have learnt enough french to pick up a french guy, just asking him his name, and then say bye bye...thats about it..haha..oh and i do know how to do the cliche-mama weather talk, if all fails. Then maybe the rest of the conversation we can converse via hand signals, and i shall ask him what does he think of ciabatta or croissant, which one better. Wahah..such an air-head. Crazed. Ma-ma sabai has agreed to come ntu on friday! yep! And she has learnt how to sew the sequins and all, which is great. And i must thank sufen for helping me buy those beads the other time. It sure does come in great handy now. Fetchingly green sequins sure looks really nice on white based cloth. =) Anyways, just a random thought. Sometimes pple tell u that life is not a bed of roses. Of course it isn't. Roses have thorns hello. So life is a bed of roses! Sometimes comfy like goose feathers, sometimes a little pricky. Throw those cliches out of the windows man! Bah. I have a presentation next tues, and the thot of it makes my butt sweat. But sigh, 3mins it is, 180 seconds of mexican beans jumping beneath my skin. I am sooo a bag of fried nerves when it comes to such. Another random blast. You know that the world is a sexist one when you see cowdung and bullshit. Why the difference when cow and bull are both essentially beef? dun get it. But nevermind, they all stink any-ways. wahhh lau ehh..

Haven been blogging lately partially cause I was too lazy to log into blogger, partially because I know I badly wanted to holler out and all. But living in this civilised world, or should I say in this spotless social cordiality, the above-the-surface conversation is about as clean as dirt swept under the carpet. Something along that line. So at times words are just about to spill out from my flopping mouth, but the brain sends an alarm signal, to hole back the words from spilling forth lest they do much damage later. This gives me a very pent up feeling, since words are my source to spew the frustrated nerves within. Anyways,this whole inner emotional rah-rah may just be the inexplicable Pms, raging its stupendous prowess over my moods again. How sickening not being able to control what it is within myself. So I decided, a little less conversation is good for that matter. However distant it may feel. Somehow I don't really feel emotionally connected to some of my friends, which is very disturbing cause I do consider them close to me. It is sad to say that the conversation always skirts on the surface, and to me it is very unnerving. Cant wait for some progression in that. Emotional connection is something oh-so-hard to find. On a lighter note, tomorrow I shall be starting on a french module. No idea how it would go, but shall just take a look see first..(anyways it is still add-drop period..hah). Ah..I think it is not a good idea to write about what shit of "on a lighter note", when it is totally not what I am feeling. Bah. Caught in a rut, again. Okay. Recount of events today. Went to school to meet a career coach with Wx and Sh. It took some two hours, to clear a whole lot of doubts! Which is really good actually..I mean we finally do have a more concrete idea of the bigger picture, rather then just swimming in the academic fog. So it was good, was good, was good. Ah..I am not even convincing myself. Even the smile looks half-constipated.

harry's..but no potter

Hoots! Feels great now, I just ran 7k, which is enough to get my heart pumping and now I'm so freaking filled with endorphins. It is good to get some jiggle of the stupid love-handles..both the fats and the oh-so-lovely name it has. I dun like it at all. Yesterday was spent having a sleepover at Sb's place, it was hilarious. Okay..first we were supposed to go for the Lin JJ concert, but i screwed the timing..tsk..so in the end we went to this cafe at Holland V called the Essential Brew and had some pretty decent dory fish. Sb said hers was nicer..hha..i shant argue with her cause I really thought salsa dory was more mmmmm..than her cajun dory. Haha..maybe those two fishes were relatives that kena caught at the same time. Suay.. Very nice ambience though..so later we went to Harry's Bar..Sb din drink much so I was the one downing like a fish. I thought the Still Got The Blues was nice..and it was really a pleasant surprise seeing Shuling around. She was working there..Lydia too, but I din actually see her that day. Funny how Shuling is my neighbour but we hardly ever bump into each other..oh wellss..And! I saw Wai! The eye for a guy, guy in Rachel Lee's season. He looked kinda nerdy but decently hot. Nerd appeal it must be. Somehow I can see Sheane giving me that look but..heee...never mind..she never validates my taste anyway!! Grrr..And just now at msn, she whacked my arse badly over a remark i made..Feel like smacking my mouth then. But its okay..i never adored hippo-s..ooooh..touchy topic...hahaha Okay so it was bad..my head was spinning after a bit of drinks and i puked the dory out into the toilet bowl. Wx says it is a waste of food..but hey that was how Nemo got into the sea..i am freeing the dory back to were it belongs. Tsk..you know when people die, you scatter their ashes in the sea. Well, same logic here with the fishies. Really nothing quite so fishy. Crazy time we had at Sb. She..tried on my...oh never mind, we did things that were a tad over the top. Childish good fun. As usual the talk cock sessions and the clothes parade and msn and magazine..and what else? Reminising the past like two grey hair ah-zhors.. Would be meeting wx,sheane,kh,sufen later for...i'm not quite sure really. They are meeting for some big mac breakfast but I'll be meeting them a little later after the tutition. Methinks..1) major yawn..2) but its okay, think Moolah...$kaching$. Wah very tired already. The endorphins became dorphins and jumped into the deep blue sea and swam far far away. So my power is down and i need to sleep..and gee..i sound like a lunatic..but never mind. or rather, i dun mind. whheee

Oooh. I was freaked out bigtime yesterday. What started out as a harmless i-feel-like-pigging-out-so-lets-fry-some-onion-rings..nearly burned my house down and nearly got myself roasted. So i was putting onion rings into the wok, then nature called me quite suddenly..and since well..nature's call is always free incoming, and i needa do some outgoing business quite urgently, i skipped to the toilet. Good shat it was. But when i came out, i saw smoke..as in black smoke..then i lifted the wok cover and the smoke was so freaking thick, and i think due to the extreme heat, the wok caught fire. Intincts told me to take a bucket of water and splash, and you know when you try to douse the fire by throwing water, the fire will suddenly poof! up damn strongly before going off. It happened twice. I splashed, it poof!ed, i splashed agained, and it poof!ed for good. So i survyed the damage. The kitchen ceiling was gray, the cupboards were gray, and i was gray. Basically everything was gray. Not excluding the thick haze in my house. The utter irony in the whole situation was that the fire extinguisher was in the cupboard, and not in a prominent position. Seccondly, it was very aptly named "AGFAST", i thought it was a pretty lame alliteration though.."act fast". Which is made me feel really stupid cause it wasnt fast at all, finding the extinguisher. After it all happened, i sat down on the sofa, and went into this semi-shocked cum semi-retard mode. Just sitting down with smoke literally billowing above my head. Macham dark clouds going to turn in the rain. And just the previous entry i was saying that libra folks have their heads in the (dark) clouds. Anyways, it took me a freaking two hours to clean the entire kitchen up, and my parents were really pissed, when they came home. Well actually my mum was really pissed, my dad seemed disturbingly calm, and asked me why do i have something new happening every single week. But he was glad he bought insurance. And my brother had to rub it in. He covered himself in a wet towel, and was feeling his way around the house cause he claimed that it was so smoky that his eyes were tearing. He looked totally over the top. Case of a budding drama king here. So wow. I am glad i am alive. Kinda avoded cooking anything today anyways. Meeting sb tml for a concert, wonder how it would be..oh wells..

All these horoscope readings and character inclinations seemed really a tad ludicrous to me. Now that was before i drew any link between any zodiac signs to personality traits of friends under a certain sign. Till now..I still cant bring myself to believe its existence..cause horoscope readings remind me of astrology..which reminds me of fortune tellers, which reminds me of green hopping parrots, which reminds me that parrots and all the above are ridiculous..ahah.. anyways..some observations..not necessary accurate.. but i thought it seemed ridiculously fun..now at 1.08am in the morning.. gemini..straight-forward people. seemed to be enjoying life to the fullest and not get themselves caught up in the nitty-gritties of things. I would say being forthright is their greatest strength. taurus..easy to understand. Down to earth and most of them have some crazy intellect going down for them sagi..hmm..i DO know quite alot of sagi people. They seem to have barriers to entry in their hearts, and you need to be trusted before being able to be let in.Apparently the first impression they give seem to be very much different from their personality. Like the more than meets the eye feeling. So it is definitely worthwhile knowing them. pisces..very senstive. Have to watch what you say, cause you never know if what you said might hurt them. On the other hand..they are also the most sensitive to the feelings of others. so its a two-way traffic. leo...egoistic..but very straight-in-ur-face, no pretense kind. scorpio..so elusive it may seem very high up there, very hard to understand. libra. okay. This i can comment the most. I have really noticed the sappiest bunch of emotional basketcases are really the libra folks. One of my friend constantly tells me how sappy he feels, and the other one loves to read books where it paints a rosy picture of the existence of true love. While i may have the eyeball stuck to the ceiling feel now..but sometimes i feel this way too. I think people here have their heads in the clouds, really. If any more deluded, heads in the atmospheric regions. But they make good wedding planners..or anything that requires a romantic setting. Nobody can absolutely out-sap these people. the other horoscopes..all no comments. haven seen enough to draw any links. Ah..horoscopic talk sounds a bit..hmmm..insane... Now..some sane stuff. School is starting next week, which pretty much gives me the feeling of cocoons in the stomach all ready to metamorphosize into butterflies. So as i wait eagerly in anxious expectancy, there is also a tinge of dread to it. Cant wait to get out of this whole educational rut to try something more hands on. Two more happy yrs to go..there is a time for everything on earth i suppose. so cliched. and now is the time to sleep.

nfk

There is certainly much public outcry over the spade of controversies surrounding the Nkf ceo's salary, his astounding 10-12mth bonuses, the first class travels, and oh yes, the now-infamous $990 gold-tap. I doesn't feel too good to know that the donations that you have once gone around collecting in the form of a NKF donation card has probably found their way to cushioning T.T Durai's "general wellbeing". Obviously I certainly don't feel as outraged as some others may feel towards this issue. It is inevitable that with the huge amount that Nkf is rolling in, some within the organisation may have had the fringe benefits in someway or the other. Pinches from the left and right perhaps?

Anyways, I will still continue to donate to Nkf, but maybe not concentrate much funds there. Actually due to the media exposure that Nkf has been received, it surely has no lack of avenues of funds. It seems to be monopolizing the donation market, so to speak. Some charity organisations rely on flag days to raise their funds, where every cent of donation is gathered painstakingly. However, Nkf's donation hotline made it so easy for the public to donate to them, and it is quite saddening to see that other charity organisations do not actually have this means to store up their funds.

What shocked me more was the blatant means that Nkf has done to fend off alleged accusations that it has been storing up more funds than it claimed. But this so-called accusations turn out to have bear sometruth in themselves. Since T.T durai had claimed that he felt that he had done nothing wrong, then how does he justify the need to not have more transparency on the way the funds are channelled to the patients? I think it is the Nkf's cloak of secrecy about how it uses its funds that astounds most people, now that they know that its CEO receives such a fat paycheck despite the economic downturn.

On the other hand, it has to be noted that 600k is really not too shockingly huge a amount for a CEO. The Ceo of DBS gets a paycheck of 7mil a yr..and that makes Durai's paycheck only a fraction of his. But what makes the whole issue very touchy is because NFK is a charity organisation and thus funded by public money. So really, it is ineveitable that people are more concerned about how their money is utilised. For such a heavy responsibility to run a big organisation, we don't actually expect its CEO to be earning 5k a month right? But it is the lack of transparency and the fat bonus that really baffles most. The time where Nkf was able to garner the highest amount of donations was during the economic downturn. Everyone was feeling the heat of the economy and may have tightened their own belts to donate more. There is surely a tinge of betrayal when they believed that inconviencing themselves a little to extend help to someone else, but in the end, find out that all they had done was probably contributed to a trickle of the fat bonus. Sure sucks..

Sigh..actually there is no need to get so fired up. Yes, the initial outrage. But just let the feeling die down. No point going vandalising NFK's property, the issue is still there, not as if the problem evaporizes. Probably it could be a blessing in disguise. Now everyone will spread more of their donation funds across several charity organisations and more could benefit as well. Things happen for a reason, no matter how elusive that reason may seem now. So i was thinking, maybe...maybe this can be the something good that emerges from this entire episode.

There is a silver lining on every dark cloud, apparently.

oh reaally?

Hmm..

I was downstairs just awhile ago, at Watson's. Two aunties were talking and I was minding my business, looking at the box of Intenz pills, which claims that you can actually get smooth bouncy-elasticy skin in 8 days! Gosh...it seems so so..juicy..i was seriously tempted. Anyways, it took me awhile to realise that they were talking about smthg really interesting! (duh~~) So i wasnt eavesdropping but something along the likes of "38C" caught my ears. Hmmm..okay. so I am not the number nor am i the alphabet. But never mind..I thought to myself.."less is more..even lesser, even more..." And my oh my..i had no idea that i was blessed with truckloads of sheer abundance. tsk..and obviously it is along the lines of metaphorical or INtangible abundance..or wait, do i mean INvisible?? tskk
then it occured to me that this phrase could be meticuously coined by deluded people for people with a higher degree of delusion.

But i am not deluded!

ya right. ha-ha.

serious case of boredom must have singed my brainwaves.

(feeling so much air in my head i can actually live my life just by surviving on the air..up there)

a-muse

It has been quite a while since I last blogged. Quite interesting the fact that the yawning silences are really the times where new changes come in, and they speak volumes themselves, more than what it takes for me to actually spell it out. Oh wells, today Py and I were talking, and contemplating the possibility of going abroad next semester for a student exchange programme of some sort. It didn't really psyched me up at first, but later it did. Funnily, the initial buzz about that, kind of died down within me when I mentally scrolled down the list of things that needs to be done prior to that. The bottomline of the unease is the feeling of being uprooted and moved to a unfamiliar situation, basically the feeling of the ground beneath your feet shifting. I don't like changes at all. If i had my way, things would be done in the same way all the time. The blissful comfort of having Familiarity as a safety net really does much to assuage my fried nerves at times. Changes gives me the feeling of being trapped within this vortex of spinning images, and the dizzy feeling you get being in the centre of it all. Yet as they say, the middle of a tornado is always the calmest. So there is this weird disparity between the calmness of the person within it, but yet not knowing how to step out into the whirling change. As i fully acknowlegde that changes must happen and do happen for a reason, but that being said, operating within the confines of my comfort zone is always the nicest. Prolly this is just the escapist mentality at work here.

Anyways, I had a great talk with S.A.C. ala murtabak boy. No matter how he insists that he doesnt like papadoms, I secretly feel that there is that curry spirit within him that craves for that every single hour. Yes. Now don't you deny that. There was this general ease when we spoke but it was kind of wacky at times. The entire conversation was nothing short of a emotional rollercoaster. How some moments will be filled with snorting giggles, peppered with some really crass talk, and other moments filled with so much poignant memories that it brought back sporadic stings to the heart. It did really ache at times, I could feel that jabbing discomfort occasionally. But sometimes, I guess I was real glad that we managed to pick up the conversation from where we had left off. It seemed that the hands of Time had did little to seperate the common ties of something solid. I am glad we spoke despite the time gaps. The whole feeling was something words cant explain (no matter how much of a geezer-of-a-cliche it sounded). I do have to acknwoledge that at some times, constipatingly get-a-life cliches does help to cover up for feelings that one lacks the vocabulary to fully put across. With that being said, I still cant stand the act of sprouting cliches. Now that is sooo..freaking. Cliched. hahah.

The weekends had been jammed packed with a load of activities. First was tuition. I gotta make a (random) muse, which apparently did a-mused me lots! haha..ok..i was trying to do a irritating pun down there. Shoot me down man! I love puns, says The Pan. Wahhah. Great ah, 2am in the morning and lim-peh is facing the com, doing some self-a-musing trash talk. Ok, I digressed. Had a new tutee by the name of Cheryl. Not the primary 1 Sheryl, who is also the sister of Shawn, but another Cheryl, who is currently sec2. Honestly, sometimes the education system is kind of unfair to students who may not be academically inclined. I was a bit disturbed when Cheryl told me that her maths teacher hasn't done the workbook exercises, nor did he bother to go through much of the questions in the maths textbook. Reason being Cheryl is from normal tech. I guess some of us have never felt this form of discrimination before, but it must really suck. Cheryl's mum was telling me that she wants her daughter to sit for the o's. But in order for this to happen, Cheryl has to get at least a 70% average for all core subjects. It set me thinking whilst on the bus home, and I called Ah dot to tell her my uneasiness of it all. I guess life is never absolutely fair in all areas. Maybe a person who is lacking in one area, is more blessed in another. Seems to me to be more comforting to look at things in this light, although more often than once this logic appears to be highly questionable.

The later part of the day was spent with my parents, just some bonding time minus my grouchy little brother who decided that he should be a little pre-adolescent grouch and thus, he spent his glorious saturday sulking at home. When i came home, I saw him lounging on his bed, with some trading cards strewn across his bed. Then i decided to ask him what he was doing. Sigh..this time the little grouch gave me a disgruntled look and turned away. Sigh..where has my cute little brother went too? Last time he will always give me a hug. Now he always gives me a sulky face, and his pet phrase is "yeah right" or "like real", or just "uh..ok". So basically all questions have answers somewhat like the above mentioned. I want that cute little boy to come back,he is growing up so fast! urgh..i dont like that lah!

Next week will be real interesting cause sb has gotten us tickets for JJ's concert as well as a underwear show of beefed up male models! hoots! Mind you..it is FIRST row tickets. Wah..sounds so hum sup but never mind..i will not say no to candies, and it includes eye candies for that matter. Pray hard that we dont kena diabetes from feasting (our eyes) on too much..you know.."heatiness" does at times cause your nose to bleed. Wahah..

Very amused..but very tired. Gosh..it is like 3am? gotta jump into my blankets...with.......

myself.

now.what were u thinking?

The thoughts that resurfaces often comes back to surprise you it refuses to allow you to venture further than its leash so time comes the feeling? undescribable true lies are really a bunch of bullshit

mad so mad

It is really kind of disturbing how a rainy day and some sappy songs playing on itunes can actually make one so susceptible to the onslaught of emotions. This is totally not good, cause the feeling basically numbs your rational mind and your feelings manipulated to feel the same way as the emotions of the song suggest. So nope. I am so not gonna get into that basketcase state. No point really. Anyways, I decided that maybe I shouldnt just go on random dates anymore. I dun even know what has gone into me really, that I actually agreed upon that. In retrospect, that is not really very emotionally fulfilling or whatsoever. Basically it is all those playful jibes here and there and some conversation which barely skims the surface of any sincere exchange. I am not saying that they have no personality, but rather the conversation was lacking in depth really. Makes that kind of skirting the frivolous stuff. I never liked that feeling, it defeats the point of having a conversation, without that connection between two parties. But probably it is just me. It takes two hands to clap and one hand to slap anyways. So it is kind of unfair of me to pass judgements just like that. Who knows, I may have actually talked in a manner that suggested that i possibly had the complex personality of a amoeba..whatever that spells. Yep. So sometimes it is simply too tiring to engage another person in a sincere conversation, to actually put your heart out to listen what they have to say. Therefore, there is always the easy peasy one-size-fits-all weather talk that applies to ALL conversations. Totally guilty of that. It feels naked to pull that facade away, to involve another person in some semblance of a heart-to-heart talk, or to draw the person within the confines of your comfort zone, to share mutual feelings, blocking out the rest of the world. But then again. This feels highly claustrophobic, to be kept within a small little space of two. I always feel like escaping into random talk whenever this occurs. So it is pretty much like a love hate relationship. I want to get close to people who are really engaging, those who really have a opinion on things, those that provide alternative views on certain matters. It really gives the feeling that you have been smarter in terms of a wider perspective of things. This feeling is very fulfilling to both parties. One gets the alternative view, the other is rewarded by having another person see an opinion from his angle. Oh wow. Probably everyone feels this way too. I guess with regards to building fulfilling relationships, there is always indifference and insecurity sabotaging the whole situation. I have read somewhere that indifference is a far worser punishment than hate, cause basically you dont even bother to care about the person's existence. The word insecurity is really ironic. In security and insecurity are totally two different issues altogether. One is being sure, one, totally being unsure of. Funny the uncanny resemblance of the two words visually, but so stark different in reality. I dunno what point I am trying to make here, but really it is something in tandem with being unsure of how secure you can trust your gut to open up to a particular person. Honestly, I am going off my rockets once again. I dun think anybody understands these jibberish random musings. Ah..see i told ya..this is the extent of lethal potency a couple of sappy love songs does to your rational mind. It kills your sappy defence mechanism within and makes you feel all mushy tushy inside out, if not it makes you launch into some thoughts that seems to sound like a modern day Confucious, albeit one that has gone a little ding-dong up there. Ah i need my anti-biotics to fend off these crazy thoughts. So hey there will itunes just bring up some nonsensical rappy song? Oh well..come to think of it..I think andy lau's Wang Qing Shui will do..hahha..so apt! And wx..i swear on my werthers original that this joke was really truly honestly seriously..not a dig at you. =) And i was seriously.... Joking. Tee heee heee.. *twirls hair and spins around in lunancy*

sugar gimme some

I am spending far too much time online. This is bad, real bad. But it is kind of ironic since I am now online too, typing this as I making this comment. Oh wells, these few days I have been surfing ebay for a good few hours each time i am online. I now have this ebay account and attempting to set up this mini shop at ebay, buying from the wholesale department and reselling them at individually. It is so damn fun..haha..but I am still figuring how to use the paypal system and how to minimise the shipping costs, which at times may even out-cost the goods in itself. Fun! It is really fun scouring for cheap goods and just looking around. But i guess I probably try to buy small first. This isn't much of a choice since my pockets arent too deep, but its interesting..really interesting.

But my parents as usual, gave me this skeptical look as i expressed my interest in doing this. In fact they didnt really pay attention, maybe thinking that this is just another one of those spur of the moment kind of a whim. My dad seemed to be like okay..do what you want. My mum was thinking that I may get cheated of my money. In the first place, I dun have much money to get cheated. Well, I don't know..haha..but I see no harm trying. New experience, no gamble, no gain laa. So I figured if in the end I have trouble selling those goods I can just like keep it for myself. It is not as if my "investment" will be a huge one. Just a small one, get the kick of buying something and see it being bought up by someone else. Heee..

There! My new found interest! Hoots!

Anyways, I told a lie yesterday. Oh man.. I feel bad okay. Last time I went out with a citibank ex-colleague who claimed that a group of us would be going out together. However, it turned out that there was only him and me. That made me really pissed off. It din help that when i got home, I kena a major mouth trashing by my parents, both of them, yes. Because we were supposed to meet at 12am, I mean who meets so late right? But later he dragged the time, and in the end we met at 2am. Which is really ridiculous. Ah..so when he asked me to go out yesterday, I gave a lame excuse. Makes me feel bad, but I cant possibly say anything else right? Yep..i am adopting the ends-justifies-the-means approach. Oh wells...you cant really please everyone, maybe at times pleasing others may be pushing yourself out of your comfort zone.

But if the above accumulated some of the bad karma, hey i did good in the afternoon! I fed the skinny spotted cat downstairs, the one that only acknowledges my presence when I have food. So that balances it up yep? Actually was kind of tempted to bring the cat home, but the cat refused to step into the lift, I think it probably had some bad experience with the elevators, or maybe oit is just a weird cat with a claustrophobic streak. i dun know. Oh well, realistically speaking, there is no way I can bring a cat into the house, my mum cant stand these fuzzy four-legged creatures. Especially those hairy ones, so that pretty explains why I have a resident tortoise which stays in the kitchen toilet. Such a sad life. Next time when it dies..other tortoises will probably have more life experience..like hey! i have swam in a sea. My tortoise can just say..hey! I stayed in a toilet! Yay~ so fun. It has been there since I was sec 3..that means..5 yrs! Wow..but this is one lucky tortoise! It has seen me in the buff before, when I am bathing, changing..and not only me..my brother and my maid too, since we are the ones who use that toilet most of the times. I think the tortoise has seen enough peeing people, which includes house guests, and naked people to traumatise it for the rest of its tortoise-y life. Sometimes the tortoise really just stares at you once you enter the toilet. More often than once when this happens when I am bathing, I cant help wonder..what-if, what-if, there was a human spirit trapped in the tortoise. And what if the spirit was male?! I'll be so dead..wahah..ridiculous thought.

Ah i am bored. Maybe i should pluck my leg hair, or maybe i should just go ebay..yes..again! yeahahhh..sugar gimme some!.gimme gimme some!