eluding the real me

aqualung - jethro tull
the bravery - out of line
baha men - best years of our lives
micheal buble & nelly furtado - quando quando quando
rogue wave - endless shovel


Friday, September 22, 2006

temporary move to here.
incase the hyperlink doesnt work, it's at cyn0sure.livejournal.com

bcoz blogger is a ruddy fucker that refuses to humour me with its time and space.

**come to think of it, i think blogger is working for me now. wtf! when i post unnecessary stuff it works. @#$%^$&%*^%#$%$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. anyhow, if i doont post here in forever you know where im at! yea.

Monday, September 18, 2006

is it safe?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006


last friday was an immensely traumatic experience for me. i was locked IN my own house. no, my parents didnt go berserk and handcuffed me to the house, but my dumbass sister caused the mayhem. she dropped the padlock on the floor, and the key broke inside. unknowingly, she locked the door happily. and the three of us were forever stuck in this chamber of dust bunnies and grimy undies. eeew. anyhoo, the bright spark my bro was, asked me to stuff the key into the hole, which then caused the fragment to disappear out of sight. fantastic. absolutely. we were locked in, parents were locked out. i thought i could do a spiderman and climb out the only accessible window, the kitchen one. but noooo. that one had a lock too. and we didnt have the key to that. can u imagine? fire hazard man. if it called for emergency evacuation at that time, we wld have died, unable to escape out own home. ridiculous i tell you. so we waited. n waited. it started to rain. dad said not to call a locksmith, he will attempt some miracle to get the broken key out. but alas, when he came home, after hammering, sawing, knocking, everything to no avail, we called the cheena pia locksmith to electrically saw our old school(ten yr old) lock open. smell of metal stank the house. dad got a new lock. yucks, i hate it. it was the one i vowed never to get. the rectangular obiang silver one, latch slides out, not like those old school ones anymore. extremely difficult to use. bloody hell. i hate it. locked in my own house, n no one believed me when i told them. but reallly!!!!!

i didnt do well for history paper one today. SBQ was ok. essay, was, ahhahaa. who the hell cares if Lous XVI was the irresponsible one, and not Louis XVIII. bloody hell. and what's the use of asking me to compare hitler n stalin? they both had individualistic moustaches? gahh. i need money money money. lotsa lotsa money. now. please.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

one in four singaporeans are pathological liars


Domestic Woes and Foes


Stop Playing

im so intent on finishing at least one, but time constraints are killing me. need to buck up on studies. revolutionize me please.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006


he's gone. i thought it was a hoax at first, because over the years so many rumours arose pertaining to his death, and i thought this time it was just one of those 'times'. i know i'm a little crazy in feeling so moved by his death. heck, i think i care more about him dying than death of others. i never got to meet him. but i feel as though i know all about him n his entire family. terri, bindi sue, and bob. and his parents. his best mate Wes. his trusted vice-curator jodie. i watched practically all his shows. my favourite series was 'crocodile hunter diaries'. where the cameras follow him and fellow zookeepers around australia zoo on their daily routine. it was excellent. i kinda fancied bryan. haha. i wanted to go study zoology and conservation in UQ jsut so i could attend lectures conducted by him. i pray to god that sir david attenborough, nigel marven, jane goodall, dr brady barr, jeff corwin and charlotte uhlenbrooke don't die this year, if not it would be a bad year for animals and conservation. boycott stingray rescue attempts people. ok, maybe not. im sure steve wldn't want us to harbour ill will against the stingrays, or any animal for that matter. but seriously, next time u dig into your sambal stingray, eat its flesh with a vengeance. relish the meat that caused the crocodile hunter to meet his maker.

Friday, September 01, 2006

testing testing one two three fuck. blogger please dont die on me yet again.