If I continue to live at this rate, I'll faint in the middle of the streets out of exhaustion.

"We live to fuck. But life turns around and fucks us in the ass." -desperate addict

I was walking towards the bus-stop from the school compound. It was past 8pm and there was so much noise from the traffic. Then this boy who was on the road, cycled past me and then got his bike up onto the pavement and continued cycling. I was watching him cycle off when I heard him ring his bell.

"o_O Who the hell is he ringing at? There's no-one in front of him!"

I continued to wonder as the ringings got louder and faster.

"What an annoying boy."

Then, some stupid man appeared behind me and moved awkwardly past me on his bike. He stared at me as he passed 'cos I didn't give way to him. (Let's call this guy Bitch Biker).

It then hit me that the ringing of the bell was from Bitch Biker and not the boy in front. Bitch Biker was ringing at me to get me to move for him.

Fuck. I hate cyclists who ring ring ring their darn bell and then expect people to move for them. So it was my fault that I didn't know Bitch Biker was ringing at me and misunderstood for the boy in front for being crazy and ringing at no-one. I didn't give way to Bitch Biker 'cos I didn't know. But even if I knew, I wouldn't budge as well (with enough courage that is). Hey, who are you to ring at me and tell me I gotta make way for you and your stupid bike? After all, I'm walking on a pavement for pedestrians! Not a cycling track, you bitch.

Gah. What I can't stand most is when these cyclists don't even bother to ring and they zoom past you. You know how freaking scary that is! It shocks people ok! One moment you're walking and the next some creature zooms past right beside you. That is why when I'm walking on these "bicycle-prone" areas, I would walk smack in the middle of the pavement so that the cyclists don't have enough space on either side to just zoom past me without a warning (even if the warning has to come from their stupid bell) and shock the hell outta me.

Even then, I ask again, why should I make way for those stupid cyclists who are behind me! It was their choice to ride a bike out. Just because it's harder for you make your way around me doesn't me I have to make way for you. It's probably okay if you ask politely for me to move. But it's another thing if you just ring your stupid bell and expect me to move for you. (And I said "probably okay" because it's not okay when you have to make way for bicycles that just. keep. on. coming.)

Like it's my fault that you're riding your bike. Hmph.

I don't know what the solution is. According to Bhavani Commandment, if you mention problems, you MUST offer solutions. (Otherwise just pretend the problem doesn't exist).

How? I think the only solution I can think of is get the cyclists to ride on the roads and risk being killed.

Oh. And when I'm talking about "bicycle-prone" areas, I mean like you have to make way for around 5-8 bicycles that just keep appearing. Ring again and I'll wring your head off.

Wonder what Singa has to say about this courtesy issue in Singapore.

I took my dad's phone. Was looking for the photo he took of me and my niece (cousin's daughter) together.

Then I saw a pic of a naked man in a shower cap brushing his teeth. Ew.

"Don't tell me those nasty little cousins of mine took picture of my dad while he was in the toilet! Bet my dad just didn't care and let them take."

...

"Hmm...Wait...Doesn't look like my dad. Ew. Don't tell me papa took a photo of my uncle naked for fun!"

*Zooms in to picture*

"...It's a woman."

And then I found more pictures of the woman. With clothes, without clothes. Doing nothing suggestive; but it's still plain disgusting. Couldn't see much detail without zooming in 'cos it's just too small. All I saw at first were boobs (possibly man boobs mah) and pubic hair (I thought there was too much hair that's why I couldn't see the dick). Of course, when you zoom in, everything becomes clear.

Whoever that woman is, I don't know. But if you're telling me that my father and her has got nothing to do with each other, I wouldn't believe. It would be natural for me to be upset, but seriously, it's nothing surprising when your parents were never loving before.

It's unfair to my mother. But there's nothing I can do except keeping my mouth shut. For all I know, she is the person other than my father who is clearest about what my father has been doing.

I can't wait for the year-end holidays to come.

Wait, that means I still have A levels after my hols end.

Ok. I can't wait for A's to be over.

Wait. University will be even tougher than JC.

Ok ok. I can't wait for uni to be over.

Wait. Work will be miserable.

Ok ok ok. I can't wait to get retired.

Wait. I'd be old, wrinkly and rejected and all the stupid youngsters would avoid me cos they'd say I'm smelly.

I think Asians (especially Singaporeans) live too much for the future. We pray for this to end, thinking that we'll be better off in future. But "future" never seems to come.

But really, I don't know how on earth I'm gonna "enjoy the moment" right now when "right now", I'm most likely busy doing work. And there's nothing I can do about it since the system is such.

I hope in future I will have a more relaxed lifestyle where I can afford time to lie in the grass gazing stars. Ah, see. It's me waiting for "future" to come again.

I'm so gonna die thinking that I've waste my time away.

Oh. Whatever. I still need to finish studying my orgasm organic chem anyway.

Look what phrase someone searched to end up at my blog.

If from now onwards, every day I have 36 hours instead of the usual 24, I would use the excess 12 hours to:

-sleep more than needed

-listen to music

-go for a massage, facial, spa

-use hair conditioner and body scrub

-study really hard

The unfortunate thing is that I don't have 36 hours. The more unfortunate thing is that I currently do none of the above within 24 hours. They can only be done if I were given 12 more hours. That's bad. Especially about the studying bit.

What would you do if you have 36 hours in a day?

My chem teacher is one strict lady. She is always demanding for us to know something. An example of her asking a question would be, "Blah blah blah? Quick! Are you sharp enough to know the answer? This is revision! I am going through what the lecturers already have!"

There was once half the class was asleep. But BF was especially attentive and managed to catch some interesting bits.

"Have you gotten the feel of it yet!"

"Regarding amides and amines, there'll be many more erections (she meant reactions) to come."

"We have been doing this in, out, in, out, in, out! When are you ever going to get it!"

Adri writes so well. I wish I could too.

http://popagandhi.com/263/why-i-am-still-a-feminist/

There's always the hope that when I grow up, I can express my thoughts coherently and sensibly too.

Yesterday I went to the bak chor mee man and asked for a bowl of bak chor mee.

Me: Bu yao rou gan.

BCM Man: Zhi you Mei Zhen Xiang cai you rou gan.

Me: Oops! *embarrassed* Err...Bu yao zhu gan......

BCM Man: Bak chor mee fang rou gan hen gui ah.

Me: Orh. :$

If mr brown was the bak chor mee man, he would ask me to exprain why I say I tell him I don't want tur gwa when I never tell him I don't want tur gwa. :(