Thougts running wild ever since I had my eyes closed. Though subtle but still many of them chalk up to enough miseries. Thus explains my presence now blogging. Partly because dad and mum hadn't come back from one of the funeral wake yet. Proved I do get worried when they aren't around during the times they should be. No matter how tired I am I couldn't get to sleep and finally decided to wake up after responding to dad's 2 missed call. Apparently mum had a missed call and thought something happened to me.

I should be the one saying this to them. Where got people funeral wake from 7pm odd till next day's 7am one. 12 solid hours.

Sick to the max, shall narrate the cause of it later... And you know what? I realised amongst so many medication I've accumulated, I hadn't got any for my usual ailment - nauseatic.

Took the hyperacidity one already. Pray hard it works.

Me like this picture. Obviously it's photoshopped. Look at the background. (NOTE: ME MYSELF UNTOUCHED, NOT PHOTOSHOPPED AT ALL. I'm chio by birth. LOL)

Good that I'm getting the hang of photoshopping, albeit very fundamental ones, they are a whole load of fun already! Along with Photoscape, it's quite a tenacious habit to edit my photographs. Not very much to chio-up myself, but playing on the effects, lighting and whatever jargons you can think of.

Don't say I not good. Shall share with you all what I've trial and error.

1) Using P.Scape to sharpen the picture overall. (cuz photoshop doesn't have auto sharpen feature. Or at least I can't find any. I can't seem to grasp the amount of sharpness manually and eventually, doesn't turn out nice)

2) Using P.Shop - Apply new layer

3) The Lasso tool to crop out the background (which I'm still trying to get the outline done smoother, this one I did was rather jagged)

4) Copy and paste Lasso-ed area to new layer

5) Blur the area which I'm starting to get bored of, so I tried Gaussian blur.

6) Not enough, added more dashes of Gaussian blur. Like 5 times or something?

7) Nah uh, not satisfied still. Last touch was to just to Blur it.

And this is what I got. Am trying to make it look like some shoots done on purpose and professionalism.

This one nothing done lah. Only sharpen and brighten it for clearer viewing. Just wanna show off the lil' prank I played on Kym by putting 15 candles on her cake. 1 big one, 14 small one. Hahahaha.

阿啦嘛！ 似乎又多了一枚伤兵。。。真是一波未平一波又起啊~！所谓：无风不起浪。

Nehmind buddy, paramedic jinxed to your rescue soonish!

Glad that the dark clouds surrounding me had eventually evacuated. Fascinating. I hope it stays sunny for good. Quite a nasty bouleversment this time round, albeit I had meanie, ann, JT and Mr. Pie's companion to reduce it's harm to the least. Kudos to you all.

In addition, I've found something I almost lost. My learnings. It only occurred to me when Mr. Pie said that faithful sentence which acts as an inducer to find my old self. I was actually that spiritually sane I ought to be remorseful of what has been on my mind lately.

Those thoughts of delinquents and infantility. Unbelievable.

Things you've learnt, will forever be yours and uniquely yours.

Recent observations shows she's fine, he's fine and she's fine. Heaves of relief. I prolly worried too much these days I've unknowingly superimposed many things which may seem, rather trivial to the sane me. Post effect of superimposing issues leads people to their malevolence, I've once again been through another work of life and had a fruitful lesson.

Proud to announce - I'm back.

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*Edited*

P.S. Meanie showed me this link http://www.gvhomecoming08.blogspot.com/

I thought was some review on movies. Way wrong was I.

It is GVSS (a.k.a my secondary school) alumni.

Used such heartfelt words somemore. I think I'm going to die of extremecornypluscheesythitis.

Knnb chao cheeee bye!!!!!! Hahahahahahahahahahah!!! I fucking brave lar!! For 1, I'm fucking brave I lived on earth for so long. 2, I'm brave for doing this. LOL. CCB CCB CCB CCB CCB CCB CCB CCB CCB.

*clears throat* This has got to be the funniest and most reputation chio tarnishing, horrifying, fugliest, painstaking, once in a lifetime entry I have ever done in my blogginghood. Ever.

Ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever!

Lo and behold, the metamorphosis of yours truly.

WAH PIANG!!!!!

I was supposingly skinnier back then can?!

Face round like 波罗包 I is no eye see.

Speaking of eyes, what's wrong with that pair of blardy eyes ah!!!?


Feb07

This one still ok. Albeit with the roller coaster set of teeth.

Try spotting my nose-stud.

Face swollen like fuck!

No wonder I grew a liking for Shrek.

We must've been family.


July07

Braces up.

CHECK OUT THOSE SINISTER PEBBLES LOOKALIKE TEETH

(and mind you, damn tainted).

See liao I fire up.

AH AH AH! The fugliest picture of all! Looks like a living replica "ya cha shu" from "Huang Fei Hong".

E.P.I.C F.A.I.L. x 369,758,125


Oct07

EPIC FAIL x 999,999,999
Plus, I came to a conclusion where first 3 months of braces are the fugliest.

Slightly better. But still very "gum"my

Much better. I'm simmering.

So are my set of overwhelming teeth.

Oooh I lurve those short hair.

This one also quite cmi I think.

Face swollen like anything.

Not gonna hiam this one.

Honestly? I adore this picture to death.

Sept08

I ish have no idea how I used to do sales. Set of teeth can kill I tell you. And it's a blessing kids see me they don't cry. Cuz I see meself I feel like crying already.

First Finally: managed to get a satisfactory blogskin amongst the thousands and spent my boring Saturday editing it. Previous blogskin's erroneous dun to i.dunno.whatever.reason, my entries just couldn't be viewed unless you click on the "Archives".

And no matter what skin I changed to it just doesn't seem to work. Alignment was flying all over the place I decided to give it up and get another new account. So the previous entries are pretty much gone. Decided to C&P afew so it doesn't look too empty.

Irritated the shit outta me.

Second Finally: met with the woman after arranging for almost a year odd. See, this is how difficult an appointment can get. But anyways it was well-worthed. Had a good chat with her and told her some of my latest happenings on the "snap fingers" story and some other mediocre stuffs we used to talk about.

Pretty worried I'm gonna have to wait another year or two to see her again. Nevertheless, I'm going to keep bugging her for more meetups when I have the time.

I think it's seasonal.

Like the global economy crisis that's affecting many, moods may seem somewhat similar.

Isn't it facinating? Where one or two around you feels down, and yet suddenly you realised, there are more who are going through the same phase. It's like everyone's affected.

Or, you're feeling the moment of relinquishing from everything and you realised that it's prevailing to the rest of the folks.

I think it might be airborne. Otherwise subconsciously influencial.

Could it boils down to the economy ultimately? No I don't think so. If you ask me. The financial depression doesn't hit us every now and then.

It's weird. Everyone's not feeling cloud nine these days. At least not happy to a perfect T. Wonder what's wrong. It must be some fad or trend or something.

Lately it's a case of uncertainty. Probably tired. Or is it moodswing? I hope not. Time might be the root of all problems I reckon. Sense of urgency occurs when I know I cannot control where time factors are concerned. It may be my persona of impromptu acting in, but I've seen far too many procrastinator of life to deem I shall not be one of them.

But life's full on uncertainty. To some, it's a challange to unveil the unknow. Me? I never like challanges. Well at least I dislike the thought of challanges. I face it when it come, but I don't go round looking for the latter.

Maybe I'm no longer as optimistic as I used to. Maybe I've used up all my positivities in life. Maybe the economy did have it's impact on me nevetheless. All and all it tantamounts to where I am now - tired and nothing but tired. The uncertainty of life simply turns me off. Yet I've got no choice but to face it good and face it well.

I'm beginning not know the purpose I serve in life. To some it's a breeze, yet to other's, it always seems unattainable no matter how hard they've tried.

Why...?

I wrote an email to our SSO the other day demanding the very overdue status of our scripts. 4 months and we've yet received the hard copy of certificate is simply unacceptable. Usual practise of CC-ing my mates frm the same graduating batch.

One rang me on my mobile to bitch, the other one damn mean, shoot another email to the SSO saying the wait is far too long. That's my classmates fyi.

Chancing upon my Law lect was another bitter-sweet reminiscence. The subject was a killer. But he's undoubtedly, one of the best lecturer I deem. When asked if he remembers who am I, he gave a quick reply "NO". When commented he gained weight, he ask if I'm blind. That's my Law lecturer fyi. Quick and witty and sacarstic and all. Nevertheless he asked where are the other 2 of my mates. Means he remembers who am I lah. Had a quick chat and went back to my classroom.

Those were the days. Good old days. Despite class pathetically small, we had lotsa fun and like it or not, full attention from all our lecturers. We frown, we complain, we mug, we joke, we tide through the obstacles together.

I miss those days when I'm always the laughingstock of the class. The most targeted one when they tried to live their joys at the expense of my miseries. LOLZ.

I remembered the boys refuse to admit I'm a girl which got me dead pissed. Inevitably, I was compared to the rest of the female classmates whom were all so girly and me? Rough and tough. (Not forgetting I'm the only one who can tahan their crude jokes and remarks. Heh)

Yet I was the only lass who gets all the first class treatment from them. Treats? Me first. Free ride? Me first. Additional lect notes? Me first. Tips? Me first. Any news? Me first. Hoohoo~ Ok, maybe they shouldn't be termed boys, since they come to an average of 30 years old. Brudders lah huh, brudders.

And of course, I miss those days where we gang up to tease our lecturer. We were highly interactive, rowdy in some ways too.

I haven't even mention how I met Ann, the very quiet and seemingly dao lass whom turned out c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.l.y different from what was perceived. Again, the saying goes "Never judge a book by it's cover". One who thought I was over-zealously friendly (to the extend of mad already) when I asked a favour from her. *chuckles*

Now that I'm in another phase of life with brand new corhort of classmates, I can't help feeling a tinge of sadness. Existingly there's an average of 30 students in the class. But increase in the no. of classmates does not necessary accentuate to the amount of fun I used to have. Everyone has their own clique and thus they don't interact much. Thou I'm glad Jan and I, our f/ship's blossoming quite ok with some similarities to agree upon and differences to spark on. The rest? I dunno. We do joke there and then. Hopefully those patriotic f/ship arises as time goes by. Again, I'm dubious..

Pals, I miss you all!!!

It's been quite awhile since I last had such criticism on people. Cuz it simply doesn't reflect good on oneself criticising others. Worst if you are not smart to begin with. I'm talking about myself. No accusations intended.

Have you come across people that are just plain dumb? Correct, that is my heading. And I'm seriously pondering about this. Just how dumb is dumb? And how plain dumb is plain dumb?

If you ask me, deep down there I wouldn't feel anyone being dumb. Cuz frankly, I have the beliefs that we are all made to accomplish certain task.

The intellectually and hearing disabled, I can fully understand if they can't comprehend what's trying to be brought across. In fact, some are already adequate enough to encode what are the message we trying to transmit. On the contrary, some fellow "normal being" simply cannot cannot CANNOT understand normal spoken. You tell them "don't do this" and give a jolly well good explanation, they nod, they claim they understand, afterwhich they repeat the same mistake over and over and over again. No matter how many bazilion times you corrected them.

Let's picture this scenario:

You ask this person not to call you, gave her an explanation why she shouldn't call. Everything was conduct and brought across in a very proper, polite manner. You bade her goodbye. Case close. The 4-hour conversation has come to an end. Logically, she's not to call you after that.

Right after you hung up the phone with her, she calls you again. Ask you why are you like that. You pretty much explain things to her again. Maybe you didn't make yourself clear enough. Maybe she needs more elaboration to clear her thoughts. She keeps quiet. You bade goodbye again and emphasize you both should lead your own life. She should get her life, give yours back and DO NOT call again.

10 minutes later, she amazingly calls you again. You got impatient. Afterall you have spent 1 week 4 hour 30 minutes and 25 seconds trying to bring your message across to her. You pick up the phone, told her "please do not call again. I've told you umpteen times not to" and hung up.

Immediately the phone rings. It has got to be her right? So you decided not to pick up the phone. You switched to "silent mode" and continue doing your things. 3 hours later, your phone had the "battery low" prompt and you realised you had 83 missed calls and no less than 20 sms-ses in you inbox. Most of which are asking "why do you have to do this", "why are you not picking up my calls", "why are you avoiding her", "why do the both of you have to lead separate lives", "why are you so pissed".

Note - You are to assume you possess fairly good communicating skills. Well at least, good enough to communicate with her.

Note again - I'm using the term "her" not because my fellow species are born stupid. But because I'm not trying to be a sexist over here. Peace.

Now, back to the situation, 83 missed calls and 20 over sms-ses in 3 hours, after some 1 week 4 hour 30 minutes and 25 seconds of explanation, tell me why can't you make the person understand? She mentally challenged? Or she's just plain dumb?

P.S. I'm perturbed why because a friend of mine was apparently bugged by this bugger hence explains the entry.

P.P.S. 'm not kidding, the above scenario? It wasn't a story from nowhere. In fact, it was pretty much based on a true story.

P.P.P.S. Only difference is that, the "her" was actually a male. Back then, he aged 21.

The police came knocking my unit after hearing me shouting so agitatedly.

How dumb is dumb? You tell me.