Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna,
I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha.


Eh. Really got people enter the superstar contest leh.

This people got stars/stamps in their eyes.

Stars are good. They give you the hope to dream. But too many stars block their visions of reality as well as their own reflections in the mirror.


Disclaimer: When wannabes enter contests like Miss singapore, or some silly superstar contest, there will definitely be this group of people who criticise these contestants. Usually, this group of people are not any better looking or more talented than the wannabes themselves but they derived a pleasure so great in criticising these wannabes that these critics say the feeling derived is even better den sex and chocolates.

Actually, these critics have nothing better to do. And yours sincerely belongs to this group of people.


Before I go on any further, let me just tell you. Kingdom of Heaven SUCKS. I wanted to warn the public about it a few days ago but I was in my obsessed mode. I was so obsessed I sleep at 4-6am everyday, ignoring people on MSN, to do layout. I would probably ignore the president too if he came to my house for a visit. AND WORST! I even overslept for my ktv session.


Any way huh. In case, you are wondering where I get my compulsive genes from, it should be from my mum. You know how I tell you guys that she 'seems' to have given up hope on daddy - or now known as smooth operator, SHE JUST ASKED ME TO LOOK AT THIS KTV RECEIPT FROM SMOOTH OPERATOR'S POCKET. That's not the best part. The best part is *drum roll* smooth operator went for a KTV session on the same day as me!! AT PARADIZ, on the same day, for the K-Lunch package too. *gasp*


See!! I was so close to seeing smooth operator and his bookie gf.


If life is like the dramas I always watch, we would meet along the corridor of Kbox and I would look at them bitterly and say: "so what ma said is real. you dun love us anymore"

Smooth operator: "your ma can't give me everything i wan"

Bookie lady will smugly say to me: "money can buy everything including love"

And coolly, she should offer me like 1 million dollars to get my mum to leave smooth operator and I WOULD accept with bitter tears in my eyes.


But den again, he's not worth 1 million dollars. Maybe except for hell notes.


Oh heaven, pls strike me.


If I can get hold of the receipt, I shall scan it for you people to see.


Back to the wannabe topic. Do you know that the wannabe in our class actually has the guts to boast that he sings better den Ah du. Pui *roll my eyes* my humble sch idol, super lungs CMJ dun even dare to boast that she sings better den Tracy Huang and this idiot wannabe is 'old man wang selling his veggies' in one corner.


If your mandarin sucks on usual days, you wont understand 'old man wang selling his veggies'.

Mama mia here I go again. My my how can I resist you (What every superstar needs is a super glam eyewear)

In case you dun noe, Tracy Huang is this aunty singer back in my mum's time and Ah du is a singapore talentspotted construction supervisor who recently morphed into a plumpish looking singer. Dont get me wrong. I like Ah du, his husky voice and his songs. But also, I prefer male singers to be picture perfect. Like Lee Hom. Picture so so so very perfect.


Anyway, I was talking about this person in our class. Male, 24, specs wearing, active church goer, who was boasting about his singing abilities is the person who entered the superstar contest together with this girl whose nickname is bowling. Girl, let me tell you, trenchcoat and boots doesn't make you ultra hip in class. And light blue eyeshadow is only suitable for SIA stewardess.


For friendship and for support, this 2 very unique and special good friends, for better or for worst entered the contest. Their friendship bond is so strong that I was touched momentarily by it. I mean if CMJ ask me to accompany her to join some singing contest, I will seriously ask her to kiss my ass. See.. our friendship is not as strong as theirs even though I gave her a peck on her cheeks on thursday.


But sad to say, the bowling ball didn't manage to get into the final 100 but the guy did!! YEAH!! Another proud product of SIM. I'm proud of you my friend. Even though, I think you are boastful and irritating back den when I was doing project with you, I wish you best of luck.

Without you, how do I spend my lonely nights? how do i exercise my sarcasm right?

Yours Sincerely
Miss Chan


P/s Sorrie to Nana for breaking the news first... You noe my mouth and keyboard, I cannot help it.


Wailing: WHYYYYYYYY why CAN'T i go to bed before 2 am?

Gasp!

Present from Meiji 2 weeks ago, just rescued out from my bag..



Pink. Pink. Nana hates pink. Actually, I think pink is a colour for the weak females. I have no problems wearing it but it's not my fav colour. I feel like a weak female tonite and besides I have so much time to fiddle with my blog's html, that I volunteered to help nana's with hers.


Yesterday huh, nana made me laughed very hard at her assorted van houten nuts statement. The statement made realised what a bunch of great friends I have made over the 2 short years and you know, I always make fun of people and I dont show them my deeply felt appreciation. Usually Im not a religious person but I would like to thank whichever god for knowing them.


Also, I got to know baby jiji. I'm extremely far from perfection but still he loves me.

He could be mentally unstable. Or I could be.

Tomorrow, when I re-read the mushy stuff I have written here, I might jump off my block.


Liloo has found a temp job. I'm wondering if I should do so too. I'm holding out for the right job with the right company. Pay is secondary if it can buy me the experience I need. How how? I so snobbish about choosing company, I think I will need to sell my kidney soon.


You have no idea how broke I'm now. I cant even afford bus fare to go out. I jolly well should stay home to blog all day as a full time job. And let readers subscribe to my blog for a fee.


Anyway, today liloo indirectly sort of implied that Mr D. looked hamsome today. I said indirectly sort of implied.


Ok. Today people. I'm going to tell you about opportunities staring at you in the face but you havent realised it yet.

I'm done telling you.


My sister rented the 7pm channel 8 drama, Square pegs. Oh man, that is like the sweetest fiction guy I have ever seen. Men like that do not, and i repeat DO NOT exist. And love-sick guys like dave and ah sheng DO NOT exist.


Don't let fantasy blocked your vision.


Speaking of TV, I'm in favour of crediting ayam's name as the director for the Fann Wong show.


Today I feel extremely lazy and the weather doesn't help much by being so windy and cold. So I'm going to photo blog today on my paparazzi shot page.

This is update is not possible without the aid of mad blogger's trusty sidekick brandy (hp) and randy (palm).

The Real Mccoy:

Previously, in one blog entry, I mentioned this motherly looking bag as a present for CMJ.


The bag which CMJ said looks better on Liloo *gasp*


The above sentence will serve as a reminder to Liloo on how CMJ sees her.


Yeah Yeah. Add oil to fire.


The actual present for CMJ consists of: a sorely lacked stylish bag, a mini poster of herself, earrings, lip gloss and some condoms (which is not shown below).


The real mccoy



The really really last day of school:

I managed to capture the rare image of the 3 most hardworking people in school ever in one shot.


Still studying after last exams

You 3 musketeers of SIM makes me deeply ashamed of myself.

This and That at the Chalet:

Ok. I admit. I had too much fun to seriously take secret pictures of everyone.


Sightings of the infamous BBQ pit hogger

I love having the toad stationed next to us. He is a sight to look at compared to dead flies drowning in candle wax.


What's this that I discovered on a dressing table?


A horrifying discovery at the chalet


At 4am:


zombies playing overnight mahjong

p/s Paparazzi reporters can still send me pictures to upload.



Steamboat dinner at Chiat's house:

After being lost in ultra ulu Woodlands for half and hour, anything taste good to me.



A cutesy by-product from 2 fugly parents


p/s breast belongs to jacq



Last minute shopping by Mr Chan for working clothes:

Shirt from G2000: $59
Pant from G2000: $59
Tie from G2000: $59
Getting a kiss from super chio gf: priceless


Top activity enjoyed: making out in public


Thats all the update brought to you kindly by Nokia and Palm.

Mad Blogger Villian (Part Two)

Ok. Some old folks have complained to me about the extremely contrasting background which I used to have and that it hurts their eyes/vision. Fear not. The mad blogger has it changed to a more soothing plum-ie colour which will enable your eyes to last you through old age.


The mad blogger is working on the previous posts column and she is driving herself crazy trying to figure out whats wrong. Bear in mind that she's no tech nerd whiz, she's just a normal nerd trying to blog. She wishes that she could try harder to shed her nerdy image by dressing more skimpily and revealing more fats but very sad to say, men seems to be more attracted to her sarcastic wit than her milking machines. Unlike others. Bang Bang.


Ok. That was out of line.


Moving on.


Can Miss R from Class A stop staring at me? I know I bad mouthed your friend but CAN YOU PLS STOP STARING AT ME? I know pretty nerds are hard to come by. Accept it.


Moving on.


I'm in a not very pleasant mood at the moment becuz of dumb template. Lets give template a name and call him Kyle. Template Kyle must be a male becuz males are the only species which irritates me most of the time. Ok. Not most. All.


My pc is called Mindy. My plants are called Mandy and Dickie. My hp is called Brad Keanu Bloom. Or Takeshi Kaneshiro. For the moment.


Moving on.


Have you noticed? WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE TO FIGHT OVER THE CORNER SEATS ON THE MRT? These people are crazy. I hate corner seats. I cant see my own reflection.


Moving on.


I need a hair cut. Becuz dry hair ends are the ONLY reason why there are Spontaneous Human Combustion. Am I gonna be nominated for nobel prize for my discovery?


Thats all the complaining I can do for today.