We Like To Boogie .

I think I am fucking crazy .

Anyways .

This week's pretty pretty pretty damn good . After many weeks of cancelling , I played with my band ( Azri always alot of excuses ) and I think we were awesome as balls . I volunteered for my school's opening party and I SWEAR LASALLE IS THE COOLEST GODDAMN SCHOOL EVER.

Will post the opening party and after-party picts someday ( BLOODY LAZY SHIT ).

And I met up with Andre the bald dog and Hansen yesterday . Great bros , great times . We went on a wild shopping trip and I ended up buying nothing but those ladies went home with millions of shopping bags .

Rich NS bastards .

And yeah , I'll real proud of Hansen . That criminal-faced fucker sure looks like a bloody chainsaw murderer with his shiny botak NS hair but he scored 7 A's ( holy balls ) for his A Levels and he's going off to some top UK University .

Lucky little slut .

After Andre went off me , Hansy and Yensen went on a little roadtrip down to Yishun to catch Terminator . Not bad , but there was one scene where they CGI-ed Arnie Schwarzenegger to look like he's 30 years younger , that's pretty neat and pretty damn gay and it brought me back to my younger days where I was a HUGE Terminator toy fan .

I had like 5/6 terminator toys and they were my pride and joy .

Mmm.

Yeah anyway , here's pictures from my school's degree students' fashion show .

Master-class works that are oh-so-inspiring . Enjoy . ( and btw I realise the Japan picture I put up in my previous post is irrelevant as hell , and pretty fucking disgusting )



GORGEOUS .



Eye-catching enough ?







How often do you see something this beautiful . This is what's missing in Singapore fashion .



And of course . My favourite . Heh heh heh.

Japan .

I will be leaving for Hokkaido , Japan somewhere next week ( forgot which day is it ) .




It'll be my second time to Japan . The first time was an absolute blast . It was fucking fucking great . The food , the scenery , the people , the shopping .... Everything about Japan is amazing .

There is no better place on earth .

I'd go on a mad shopping rampage and I will stuff myself with mochi mochi , Japanese ice cream & yoghurt and all the sushi I see .

It'll be good , it'll be good .

And for my dear friends , please don't bug me to buy porn for you all . Everytime I go Japan , everyone asks me to smuggle back some raw Japanese school-girl video . Jeez man .

People .

A few weeks back , I was told of something very very devastatingly sad .

My auntie ( mum's eldest sister ) was diagnosed with an incurable cancer that'd allow her only three months to live .

Everyone's hearts were crushed by that piece of news .

And today , my mum came in and told me that my auntie went to have a proper medical check-up at a hospital and the doctors ( three of them in fact ) told her that the cancer wasn't life-threatening at all . One which would be easily cured .

Turned out - the doctor she first went to , was an evil little fuck .

All is well now .

Toxicity .

Today I bought a copy of Style Magazine and read it at Starbucks for an hour .

Good .

Anyway it's gonna be one helluva month . I'm gonna pile on my fashion designs , I'm gonna learn make-up and I'm gonna be playing with my band ( FINALLY ) and I'm gonna be taking on the world .

Fashion is all to me . And all I am is fashion .

Rolly polly .

I have good friends , a good girlfriend and a good life .

But I am never satisfied .

Read ,

www.bouncewith.me.uk/europe/8027043.htm

It's fake .

Fabio .

" Oh whatever makes her happy , on a Saturday night ~ "

This song is just brills . Brilliant as balls and I can't get it outta my head . I've been humming that tune ever since my granny came to visit five hours ago and I've been singing it in the shower , in the garden and in the loo making cadbury delights .

" Oh whatever makes her happy , whatever makes it alrighttt ~~ "

KAY KAY , MUST STOP .

I have a very serious issue .

I am having nightmares .



Very very bad recurring nightmares - about school . My results will be posted to us somewhere in June and it determines our fate . If I fail , I'd get my white chinese ass to leap out of my balcony and the truth is- the standard of passing is very fucking high .

I am as worried as hell right now and I couldn't even get five hours of good sleep without breaking out in cold sweat in the middle of the night after a horrible nightmare .

My dreams would be something like this . I receieve a letter from Lasalle and it says " You have failed " ( or maybe sometimes " HAHA YOU FAILED " ) and I would cry my ballz out over the dinner table and start stabbing my face with forks and knives and spoons ( wtf ) .

And the weird shit is that in every dream , I would be at the dinner table opening the letter , but there would be different scenes after that . But mostly scenes of myself using shit to stab myself .

Fuck , I read too much World War II stories on Wikipedia .

After the rude awakening , I would get up and go for a quick pee and be back in bed and not being able to sleep till sun rises . The dreams will continue for days and yesterday it was a big bad one but I woke up and went to pee and I was able to sleep peacefully .

Weird .

Truth is . My entire life direction and ambition lies on my assessment grades . If it's a bad one , it means I've failed as a student , an artist and a designer . I would be fucking mad with myself and I would whip-lash myself in the ass . But honestly , I wouldn't even wanna start thinking what would happen if I fail . This is definitely a bigger nerve-wrecker than O Levels .

Sigh . ( this was supposed to be a happy post about me singing to girly songs in the toilet but look what happened )

The Face .

Money is a cruel bitch .

Two weeks into the holidays and I wouldn't say I've enjoyed it fully but still , it's pretty great not having works and assignments bother you . No painting , no drawing and no essay-writing ( good riddance ) .

And all that evil works that they make us do in Lasalle .

But I feel kinda empty not putting a finger on that pencil .

I've been watching quite a bit of Phua Chu Kang ( on YouTube ) but after seven episodes and counting , you kinda get bored as fuck and PCK's fake mole doesn't seem that sexy anymore . I don't know why I've been watching PCK , but it all seems like a daily routine .

It's like last time when I would come back from primary school , and my maid would be seated right in front of the TV , not giving a damn about me and watch her favourite soap " Days of our lives " .

She did the same shit , EVERY week-day . For three fucking years .

No , I don't wanna get addicted to PCK . ( that would be terribly sad )

ANYWAY ,

Next week would be jam-packed with alot alot of shit and I have my Muay Thai ( laugh la laugh )and fashion classes ( what . ) and alot alot of shit breathing down my neck . I need to buy stuff , I need a whole new wardrobe change and ... I need to start shaving .

Time just wouldn't let me go .

OH YAH AND I AM GOING HOKKAIDO IN JUNE .

I just have so much to do , and three months is SO SHORT .

I'll post up some of my fashion drawings soon .

Pardee Animals .

Yesterday .

Went clubbing at Zouk with Eunice , Ida , Ivan Chong , Sarral and Bervin . We were joined by Ivan and Eunice's friends at the club and hoosh , it was a fucking fucking crazy night .

Total sausagefest though . The amount of guys was insane and trust me , ain't fun having guys rubbing all over you . There was once this fat guy who was perspiring like he just came out of a volcano or somethin' and when he squeezed past me , his body wiped against my face and I could feel his man-boobs ( all wet and sticky ) right in my face .

Shiok .

Great night though . We got in free , but I spent 30 bucks on two cups of drinks . We danced for five hours and when it all ended , we all walked out shacked as balls but happy as hell .

Fucking great night . Except for the man-boob-in-my-face incident .

Hoochie .

I am incredibly sad that no one reads my blog anymore . Where is the love yo , where is da luvvv.

Anyway , hi guys ! ( tagboard people )

Coconut Milk Tea .

naoko says:
- yups
-eh text you tmr
- i need to sleep NOW
-hahhaa
- i heart you alvin!
-you make me laugh
- hehe

Kid Genius is feelin' itchy ( WHY ALWAYS ITCHY ) . says:
dont mushy mushy lah , i shy.

HI QUESTIE.

Coffee and TV.

Hi slugs .



Today was a good day .

The night before wasn't .

Well let's see . My house blacked-out three times , my mum walked out of the shower in just her bath-robe and when I was watching the TV with my dinner , the scene showed a man taking a dump and the whole thing continued for 5 mins .

I didn't eat my food after that .

Yah yah back to today . Met up with my matey mates today for some hard-core shopping which made us cover Tampines to Orchard . Spent one hour at Topman/Topshop namely because one of my mates ( namely Questal Fruscilly ) took 30 minutes in the dressing room with 8 pairs of clothing .

Shit .

Yeah anyway it was a great great day with the slutfaces . Haven't had such a blast for a long long time . Even greater since it's the holidays and school can kiss my white Simei ass .

We had Shokudo at Heeren for dinner and we ordered many many food , and when it was time to pay the bill - I almost died . But it was the greatest damn meal ever , I alone had two rostis .

Slurrrrrrrrrrrrp . I mean Burrrrrrrrrrrrp .

Anyway alot alot of stuff happened and most of the pictures are at facebook and I'm lazy so no pictures.

Boo hoo .

Trashy .

Wazzup .



The times.

I've been listening to good ol' Suede and Blur for the past few nights and a LITTLE bit of Lady GaGa ( po-po-po-po-poker face ) . Holiday's here and life is good as balls . I'm getting the rest I was hugely deprived of in the past year and my eyebags are healing . Good , good .

Shopping trip with Questal and the moronians tomorrow . My wallet is already busted from all the hardcore hanging-outs and meeting girlfriend this week . I wanna chuck a whole buncha shit from my basement and go to cash converters and hopefully they'll be nice to me and pay me more .

I'll be back ( in deep voice ) .

Father Mary .

Let's see .



School ended on Monday and to be honest folks , it's been the most tiresome , most lonely , most painful , most fucked-up eight months of my life .

It was pure hell . Pure hell .

I have been workin' my white Chinese ass off for the past year and it was worse than O level year . It was incomparable , to be honest . I've been hiding in my study for months - painting and drawing and sewing and ( ocassionally having facebook breaks ) but that has been my life for the past year .

But it all ends now and here I am enjoying life for another 3 months ( and back to more hell afterward ) .

Life is a bitch .

ANYWAY .

School isn't that horrid,really .

I completed my first fashion show and made my first garment . We had to rush out a full garment made out of old pairs of jeans and we only had 5 days to rush it all out , and we had to juggle huge amounts of works and fashion stuff amongst this . And everything was all last minute.

Holy wings .

Yeah and I did pretty well and everyone loved it , so yeayyh .

I'm gonna miss my mates . But we're going shopping next Tuesday and more food hunts and massages and manicure ( wtf ) . Yeayyyyyy ; )

I'm going Zouk next Fri with my fashion peeps too . Heh heh . Heh heh .


There's a whole lotta more of shit but I'm pretty lazy and my neck is sore as balls , and I'm gonna go watch Phua Chu Kang on Youtube now .

See ya hoopaloids .

And oh ya ,



I bleached my hair . ( ignore my auntie face )

Kid Genius .

Ni hao .

Forgive me for switching blogs as often as I pick my nose .

This will be the lastest of the last ( no promises ) and I promise to love you guys more and more each day .

Thank you , and have fun doing those cheesy facebook quizzes . Way to go , homie .