sunny island set in the sea
it has been a while folks.
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suddenly at the grand old age of 20, i've developed a Compulsive Car-gazing Syndrome. no, not that people-watching don't interest me anymore. but these automobiles, they seduce me into believing vehemently that most possibly, in the near future, my supposed hefty paychecks will ensure me a lifetime of travelling in style.
my dream car, u might enquire?
a shiny black Maserati Quattroporte.
did u really think i'd settle for an ordinary vehicle easily found on our roads? like, a mazda? or a bmw? please.
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i have a serious phobia of hair. yes, those keratinized strands that u may be lackin in certain spots on ur head.
i can't stand em on the bathroom floor at the gutter area, in twisted, soggy piles. for example, in a dirty wet 'toilet' in JB.
i can't stand em long on inconsiderate females/males who swish their locks around, or have them flowing over the seat rest in front of me. it's worse when u see flecks of unidentified stuff in those bushes of hair. ugh.
and i can't stand em wiry and curly, lying in the weirdest places. say, the classroom table. i wonder wat in the world had happened there to result in obscene deposits of hair from the nether regions.
hair today, gone tomorrow.
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most people would choose to eat watever they feel like eating, correct? say, a dieting lamppost of a girl would decide that she'd partake in 6 slices of cucumber and 2 slices of tomato plus a bottle of laxatives and Xando, because she feels like eating those things.
but i don't. i eat solely for the purpose of nutrition.
sure, i have cravings for fried stuff and chocolates come evry other day. but most of the time, i'd make sure i ingest the right amounts of carbo, protein, fibre, vitamins(yes, A,B,C,D the lot), calcium, zinc, iodine, fats etc. evryday. doesn't matter if the food tastes good or not.
if i have a bowl of oatmeal, i'd make sure i'll have an egg and cheese as well. just for the sake of making sure i have some protein. not like i felt like eating it.
but it's not a torture, really. cos i'd eat watever that's fed to me. whether is it spinach or intestines. only make sure that there're at least 6 grams of protein in that bowl of tofu, please.
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i saw a cute eurasian edison chen deadringer driving a yellow mini cooper on the road that day.
i saw an astonishingly dashing baker at breadtalk, sexily kneading the dough with such serious intent.
i saw a charming indian-chinese student from millenia institute with cherubic face and even more cherubic brown curls for hair.
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did they see me too?
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stand up for singapore, do the best you can!
YES YOU. you lazy, indifferent, ungrateful person sitting right there, bemoaning bout how Singapore is a darn horrible place to live in, and the government is nothing but a money-sucking organisation out to rob u of Freedom and a life.
u're reading a pro-PAP supporter's blog right now. so those of you with radical political ideas or armed with plans to bomb the Istana, BEGONE!
either you change your ridiculously narrow-minded thinking that singapore's a boring, restricted, unexciting, anal, insert-insult-of-choice-they're-all-lousy-anyway country (Freedom is all in the MIND, geddit), and you can't wait to get out of it, OR just go away. why don't you. stop wasting our already limited resources by whining all day. we can't recycle your bucketloads of saliva into Newater.
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Happy National Day!
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suddenly at the grand old age of 20, i've developed a Compulsive Car-gazing Syndrome. no, not that people-watching don't interest me anymore. but these automobiles, they seduce me into believing vehemently that most possibly, in the near future, my supposed hefty paychecks will ensure me a lifetime of travelling in style.
my dream car, u might enquire?
a shiny black Maserati Quattroporte.
did u really think i'd settle for an ordinary vehicle easily found on our roads? like, a mazda? or a bmw? please.
**
i have a serious phobia of hair. yes, those keratinized strands that u may be lackin in certain spots on ur head.
i can't stand em on the bathroom floor at the gutter area, in twisted, soggy piles. for example, in a dirty wet 'toilet' in JB.
i can't stand em long on inconsiderate females/males who swish their locks around, or have them flowing over the seat rest in front of me. it's worse when u see flecks of unidentified stuff in those bushes of hair. ugh.
and i can't stand em wiry and curly, lying in the weirdest places. say, the classroom table. i wonder wat in the world had happened there to result in obscene deposits of hair from the nether regions.
hair today, gone tomorrow.
**
most people would choose to eat watever they feel like eating, correct? say, a dieting lamppost of a girl would decide that she'd partake in 6 slices of cucumber and 2 slices of tomato plus a bottle of laxatives and Xando, because she feels like eating those things.
but i don't. i eat solely for the purpose of nutrition.
sure, i have cravings for fried stuff and chocolates come evry other day. but most of the time, i'd make sure i ingest the right amounts of carbo, protein, fibre, vitamins(yes, A,B,C,D the lot), calcium, zinc, iodine, fats etc. evryday. doesn't matter if the food tastes good or not.
if i have a bowl of oatmeal, i'd make sure i'll have an egg and cheese as well. just for the sake of making sure i have some protein. not like i felt like eating it.
but it's not a torture, really. cos i'd eat watever that's fed to me. whether is it spinach or intestines. only make sure that there're at least 6 grams of protein in that bowl of tofu, please.
**
i saw a cute eurasian edison chen deadringer driving a yellow mini cooper on the road that day.
i saw an astonishingly dashing baker at breadtalk, sexily kneading the dough with such serious intent.
i saw a charming indian-chinese student from millenia institute with cherubic face and even more cherubic brown curls for hair.
--
did they see me too?
**
stand up for singapore, do the best you can!
YES YOU. you lazy, indifferent, ungrateful person sitting right there, bemoaning bout how Singapore is a darn horrible place to live in, and the government is nothing but a money-sucking organisation out to rob u of Freedom and a life.
u're reading a pro-PAP supporter's blog right now. so those of you with radical political ideas or armed with plans to bomb the Istana, BEGONE!
either you change your ridiculously narrow-minded thinking that singapore's a boring, restricted, unexciting, anal, insert-insult-of-choice-they're-all-lousy-anyway country (Freedom is all in the MIND, geddit), and you can't wait to get out of it, OR just go away. why don't you. stop wasting our already limited resources by whining all day. we can't recycle your bucketloads of saliva into Newater.
**
Happy National Day!
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