if theres by any consolation fish, crime is wrong.

okay, im back, shut up, read my blog. this a really big one
im doing this post in a fucking Notepad test file in an OFFLINE laptop. im doing this at home now. ive never blogged for awhile now, so i figured its better to come back with a massive one and i find that short posts seems to be lacklustre.
you have any idea how depressing that is?

anyways, im kilometres away from civilisation, middle of nowhere which happens to be Bukit Panjang Plaza and surprisingly the only place in 40km radius that has public wireless,
thank GOD linette is here to lend me her laptop to upload my thumbdrive
(if theres any chances that i happen to meet someone thats patient enough to let me spend aeons on their computer for me to do some blogging and a little facebook self-esteem check/boost)
and load all my shit in her computer therefore, so here you go.

i owe her a long sloppy blowjob. which im gonna give her after im done with this.

OKAY, i got question peoples!!
wonder what would Atheist people scream when they have sex?.

lol. stop making fun of atheists guys. i got like alot of atheist friends. well, most of them.
then what about Darwin, then the dinosaur fossils?
once one christian dude came up to her and said:
God put those here to test our faith.
and she was like:
Oh really? i think God put you here to test my patience.
haha. man they really know how to fight back

btw, my middle-of-nowhere area where i live now is populated with churches.
theres like at least 7 churches surrounding my area.
i think they are gonna like baptise everything in the whole street on easter or good friday. you know.. feed the fishes in the koi ponds communion crackers and pour holy water in it and everything including the longkang and all. maybe even play christian gospel rock superloud. booming from the speakers, lol.


but sure is good to live here.. i think my family is like the only malay ones here. and thats A GOOD THING! ill get to that alot later.
they even have a booth, like a big dump shack for you outside Salvation Army which says:
If its too good to be thrown away, give/donate it to us for a good cause. or something like that, and every friday night, that shack, a size of a small truck would be bursting with stuffs. and empty on saturday, and its filled back up on sunday again. i was actually surprised at how super generous the people in this area is. i think if that same shack were to be placed elsewhere in Singapore, say, ghetto hoods like geylang, little india, yishun, jurong west, toa payoh, - it would be a different story. shack prolly only collects dust..


okay, lets start with something shall we, uh.. where should i start..
im not sure i mentioned this before but i just got a job a month ago
and i fucking loved it
i work as a sales executive, the job im doing is not what im designated to do as name of the position is super understatement dude. toilet cleaners can respectively call themselves sanitary engineer. but my job is not as it says!
it should be called, .... damn im stumped! my buddy said that my job is just sit-down-and-fiddle-with-finger-then-go-home-after that.. and thats a good thing and a bad thing.

as i promised, pictures: finally.

colleague vivien's handphone pouch thingy. really cute. looks like her also.

my boss:



keep saying that her hair is lian.

tattooed her


water surface on stalk. working on ripple texturing.



i got a supercool-not-mat-tattooo!


and uh, im getting paid doing this:





colorpenciling. needa work on that also. i need a kindergarten teacher.

one word excuse = boredom

i was so bored with myself and i happened to read an article in DISCOVER magazine about female anatomy! its quite interesting. female skins are 2 times less thicker than mens.
and i was so bored that i could even dreamed up and calculated up THE PERFECT CHIC body shape:
B95-W54-H92
B-breast
W-waist
H-hips
breast size needs tweaking, and but of course it has to be an A-cup. oooh, perfect chic
oh! how much more depressing could it get??

by the way, speaking of flatness,
i tried one of the pie-kia shop pies that TIFFANIE mentioned in her blog. the shop isnt as hilarious at first glance as the way that brat described, apart from that, the chee(ken) pies are great. you should try the black pepper, curry and the tua pie kia. saturated with alot of margarinereasonably priced i think, comparing that to old chang kee having their puffs jacked by 20%!! ($1 to $1.20),
yeah im singaporean, but im not cheap, i dont speak eat or live like any other singaporean, but i mean, CMON lor! wha lao, its 20%. LEH! where can?!
i bought the pie, i was like: here, i got it from pie kia. being a 'former lian', boss was like HUH? what? who?!
darn funny





and OH MY GAWD! i have to tell you all this
theres one minah woman working neighbouring of my workplace when my show is posted in toa payoh. she is so minah, and talks alot of shit and i dont wanna be rude, but i just dont wanna hear that woman talk. i cant find my way out of this, i cant avoid her, im a just sitting duck (my job remember?) and she was just beside me chatting! yap yap yap! my one sentence reply is like a 15 minutes of nonstop of that woman!

i reckon if i were to stay any longer, i prolly learn:
silat,
secret society gang poem,
leg shuffle dance in clubs,
speak fluent malay,
buy loud coloured ultra thin tapered pants,
and say siol at every fucking sentence

by the end of the fucking day of work.
i hate her! i want my revenge and its my turn now,
no qualms or problem with her, shes just plain fucking irritating. though i show sympathy taking tje endless supply of shit coming out of her. the more i listens, the more i hate that malay woman. or maybe second-class malay kids. okay, im sorry, i dont wanna take that back but i just cant help it. shit! have u ever been with anyone who keeps talking nonstop for 7 straight fucking hours?
okay, lets talk about her shall we:
shes not only minah, shes a mother minah.
not interesting enough?
shes born in 1988! thats like fucking 19 or 20 years old now.
still not interesting enough?
she got TWO fucking kids. her fucking spawn is probably at home. maybe not at home. they are like at the void deck.
lets get bigger shall we?
tells me her boyfriends bot husband, boyfriend! is in PRISON
wanna go higher?
the boyfriend's serving time there because he was charged with assault
higher??
he was charge with assault on HER
higherererer?
he hit her till her head looks like a melon (she said it and i actually almost burst the ROFLWTFLOLHAHA inside my head when i heard that)
and heres the final fucking part:
she said that she CRIED on that fucking day when he was sentenced to court,
(imagine when he got arrested, her heads looks like a melon: he didnt mean to hit me! hes a good man, he dont mean to hit me, dont take him away! i fell asleep downstairs, and he accidentally ran over my head his motorbike just now. he didnt mean to hit me, he practised soccer inside the house and the ball hit me. please dont take him away!)
and oh, and i almost forgot, shes working right now to support the kids and oh, not only that, to save up for his bail. asked a logical why? she kept insisting on telling me shit about how gooooood that mat is. blablabla and the pain ensues after that. silence is golden at times like this.
i dont know what you all think, but she doesnt need childrens. okay..
and thats a judgement call that im making and which is also happens to be true. which gives it the force, the extra oomph.
she needs no more childrens. cant support them, cant feed them, cant raise them, dont even love them... pong!
why dont the cops stand by her cheebye and arrest that fucking criminal coming out?
this is crime prevention. lol. imagine: here goes another unwanted child, cuff him!
well who are you to judge? who are you to judge? what makes u think that? blabla bla.....
reminds her of: he didnt mean to hit me, he didnt mean to hit me!!
and she stands up for this guy! this fucking mat balls deep inside this woman every single night. i havent been laid for 325709274609248 fucking days, ITS NOT RIGHT!!
i got backed up semen thats gonna make my head explode!! next time i come, its gonna be like a wax dart shooting out of my dick!. lol. some one eyed girlfriend im gonna have, you know... soon-to-be one-eyed girlfriend: wahlao, im not blowing you again lor, i got to get through this life.
me: awww baby, i'll buy you a dog, please blow me.
haha, okay i dont mean to let you in to more than you care to know about me.
but it blows my mind,you know. what is the psychology to womens putting up with wife beaters man.. you be a good guy and shit like this happens, it makes u feel hopeless.
alright, im spent, i dont have the yapping power of her magnitude.

so im quite fortunate that im living here. far far away from any kind of exposure of mats
oh yea, my new mega uber-cool crib:






i have like the coolest door address evar!!


apart from boring activities, i hung out with my mini-Sam.

i kicked her ass in Guilty Gear IX.
i was so bored the other time, i actually spent hours in arcades, i could actually kick anyone's ass in anything even para-para fucking sakura, completed metal slug.
me and brat
gulity gear asskicked 3 tokens


club club arena love.




suzuki swift. lady driver. woo wooo!
also clubbing at least a night everyweek. it just so happens that when i really want to club, nobody wanna go with me, and when im very pessimist about it, i get alot of offers from alot of peoples..

i think to dance you need to learn salsa or ballet peoples! then learn hip hop. i think thats like a structured skill set to possess handy maybe later in life?
i want nice mix of rnb, hip-hop and good techno for my wedding/funeral playlist.





okay, and can you guys believe it???
i think im Lord of Sudoku already. See! See!


max level leh! see, see~




lol. its kinda easy after awhile. just learn the definition of fallacy and ur good as pro.
yes people, i have a sad life. i play sudoku.
okay. i think im done for now.
dammit. look at the time. alright linette im done..