All hail the wonderful, magnificent, and magnanimous folks at Photobucket, the only online photo provider that's apparently worked for me so far. Thank you thank you thank you mwah mwah mwah.

But if the pix didn't turn up, then may you be covered with all over boils.

Glad people like the cat. No I didn't adopt one. If I did my mom would scream the house down and throw me out the doorstep together with the cat. :p This little cutey's Hax, and he hangs around the colourful playground one block away from mine. Very friendly, very playful, and likes to rub himself on your toes. I wonder why. For a while I thought the cat got high on foot odour but i doubt that's the case...

To FWFC-ers and all others in need of fun, food and drinks, [alcoholic mainly, with a sprinkling of sugar and caffeine] the Jam will most likely be at my house next Sat, meeting ard 4something. [so sorry, got a student starting on sat so can't meet earlier] Drinks are on a BYO basis, [Bring Your Own] food will most likely be catered by various fast food establishments near my place, and I'm NOT peeling prawns this time. Bring your own scores too, and extra guitars, if u're not used to mine, or u think it's not enuff. We're prob. staying through dinner, and if anyone gets wasted by the drinks, my living room floor [and my toilet] is open to you.

All unemployed bummers or people in need of serious bumming invited to come.

Some pix:



It lifts you up sometimes, when you're walking to breakfast, and you're presenting with this wonderfully blue sky for your viewing pleasure alone. I just love the view in my estate in the morn. Although the weird pointed shadow on the ground makes it look as if it's about to be invaded by some giant KKK guy.



can u believe this is actually a bar? It's actually an alley way between shophouses at Emerald Hill, and these enterprising people threw some furniture there, put a mesh roof on top, and ta-dah, it's a pretty hip-looking bar. Wish I could visit that place once, without fear of the SPG label....



Chilli bottles at Cahaya. I was competing with Julian to see whether his super-duper-ex digital camera with 5px and 3x optical zoom and one of the hugest lens ever could compete with my barely 1px and 0x zoom camera phone to take the most art-farty looking picture. I like to think I won.

If this new server works and you all can see the 3 pix with no problem, it'll be a huge sigh of relief to me.......

Corpse in a Cart

and so started CSI tonight....

Tonight's ep was really... disturbing.. in a way. A model is found dead, in a shopping cart, with gaping holes in her face where the skin had been scraped out. Suspects include her model boss, a crazy ex-boyfriend, and a schizo sister.

What was the most disturbing part? When they found out at the end that the model had inflicted the injuries on herself.

Apparently the agency where she worked was an intense, high-stress environment. Too fat. Too flat. Can't fit into clothes, your fault. Eating too much. Her sister became a paranoid schizophrenic because of it. They both became hooked on coke, supplied by the boss of the model agency to keep his girls in line. Then she became bulimic anorexic. Eventually she died of a blood infection due to the, er, scraping n the constant puking. [something to that extent. sometimes I don't hear the words properly]

The really sad part is that she became so obsessed with her face in the end, she had to scrape out portions of it in order to make herself look beautiful. And that she couldn't see what a smashing beauty she really was. Contrast to hole-y face on stone cold white corpse on table of morgue. It makes you sick.

What also makes it even sicker is the ad ch5 showed after that ep, which was.... a commercial for Miss Singapore. What a bastardly piece of programme timing huh? Right after the ep when a model died because she hated her face so much, ch5 shows an advertisement for a local beauty contest. [in which the models range from pleasant, simple, man-like, and just plain bitchy looking] And then throughout the next programme, Buffy, adverts for slimming centres, facial cleansers and bust enhancements during the breaks.

Be the woman you always wanted to be.
Lose all your unsightly fat now.
Cleaner, clearer, oil-free skin.
For a shapelier bust.

Excuse the language, but this is just plain, clear fucking mad. The global obsession over how women should look is just bloody crazy enough, without all these advertisers, and slimming centres to screw our brains further. Be the envy of all the women - by having the bust of your dreams. What crock. What bull. Already we're [or rather I am] halfway neurotic about men, ticking bioclocks, menstruation and menopause for the older ones, and comes in all these people with dollar signs in their eyes, preying on our indecision and seeing our fears and worries as "opportunity".

I'm a business student. And I just hate the world of business at times like this. The one that judges people in terms of productivity, wages, numbers. The one that sees how well you fit into that $300 suit from zara. The one that looks down their noses at you because you don't wear makeup. The one that forces you to wear shoes that will trigger athritis later in life, but insists that that is the standard and that everyone has to go through this in order to "make it". The one that rewards all the young, slim chicks with smashing bods to screw for, and a face that'll sink a thousand ships, including one or two superstar virgos.

This is crazy. I'm so pissed now I barely know what to type. Who the hell came up with all these fucking rules and forced US to accept it??? Who the hell was the idiot who said that you had to be young, slim and screw-able in order to get the hot male bod who'd love you throughout life, and who doesn't care what you look, but thinks it wouldn't hurt if you try wearing a skirt once in while, just to look like a "girl".

Dammit I hate this world.

Internal Bleeding: I'm always up for a jam+drinks session.... even better if it's at my house. I don't have to lug the guitar somewhere and I don't have to worry about getting drunk on some street. Moreover the drinks are free. Mwahahaha..... :p Name the time and date pal....

So one fine Sunday morning, while I'm contentedly reading the newspapers in the living room, my dad yells out from the com room:

"OIE! Bored Slacker!!"

Oooooh boy........ daddy found the blog. First thing that crosses my mind are the recent entries in my blog: Chocolates, ice cream and sex. Graduate Unemployment Woes. Groan at the thought of having to justify and explain the stuff I've previously written for the entire Internet to see but never told my own father.

Then he goes on about Cats in Bishan, and eating roti prata on Sundays, and I frown: When the heck did I last write about eating roti prata for breakfast? For the life of me I couldn't remember. Then I ask him whether he went to the other website for my camera phone pix and he goes, "Ha? You have another website?"

Ok, so probably my dad saw a very, very outdated version of the blog. [hoping he did anyway] And he didn't even see the camera pix one. *Phew* I went into his profile, found the link in the history folder n deleted it. The only problem with that is that he may think it suspicious. Would he? He hardly goes online. Oh phish. Fortunately the stuff I write here isn't anything like what Belle Du Jour writes on hers. Then again, I'm not a London callgirl, so what do I have to worry about? That Daddy sees my fan raving about Agatha Christie? :)

BTW, my fren kry5t4l has come up with a blog for women to rave about love, relationships, singlehood, [contributor on that last topic, moi] and everything wonderfully rainbow-ish, good, sucky about it. Take a read at Scents N The Pretty. She's also looking for people interested in writing for it, so if u want, er, indicate on the tagboard? :p

Also tried tidying up the blog again. Hope this looks 'presentable' to u guys, meaning that you can read the words in a coherent fashion. Also that you can see the little cat pix up there. Pray to God this works.