I know I haven’t been updating for more than just awhile, but I’ve been feeling emo for the past few days and if I were to blog on an emo day, it’d be an emo entry. And if I were to blog often while dwelling in emo-ness, my blog will turn into an emo blog. Then slowly people will wish death upon me like how I wished death upon emo people who blog emo entries and turned their blogs into emo blog.

I know that if I were to turn this blog emo, it’s gonna lose faithful readers. Then again, I guess by not updating, people will get sick of visiting as well. Hmm.. I chose the latter because.. it’s a better way to erm, lose readership. HAHAHA.

Anyway I’m no longer as emo, but instead filled with all the irritable feelings in the world.

I never had PMS, but I think I’m having PMS.

What the hell does PMS means anyway? Pre-Menstrual-Syndrome? Post-Menstrual-Syndrome?

I get so easily worked up lately that I raised my voice at a nice colleague the other day. (Then I apologized two seconds later. -_-)

I haven’t met Mr Smelly Lin for more than a week already because he doesn’t wanna meet me, and doesn’t allow me to go meet him.

I THINK HE’S HAVING AN AFFAIR.

He promised to come meet me tomorrow and BRING ME TO KENNY ROGERS TO EAT MACARONI CHEESE.

=D

And I’m writing it here in black and white so he can’t go back on his words.

In fact I already told him I’d break his crutches and stab him with it if he flies my plane again.

BAAAAAHHHHHHHH.

Nothing much happened for the past few weeks that I haven’t been updating anyway.

I have a draft of my family outing at East Coast, but I don’t think I’ll continue with that anymore. Maybe I’ll publish it uncompleted.

Then there was the Halloween party at my place. It wasn’t a FULL DRESS/FULL FACE party, and I wantED to write about it, but after seeing so many steady pom pi pi friends of mine, who have friends who will dress up and paint faces with them on Halloween, on Facebook, I decided not to put myself to shame, and thus not gonna write about it or even post the pictures at all.

Bah.

Wanted to catch a movie with Sister Chair the other day but he’s watched ALL the movies in the world already.

So angry with Smelly Lin cause he flew my plane again today.

FUCK THE WORLD!!!

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I need sex.

Cause intercourse releases endorphins.

And endorphins make people happy.

***Added new picture of Nano***

I think I went overboard on the amount of blings I have on all my gadgets.

Just today, I was toying with the thought of blinging up my Vaio but I deliberated. The reason why I’m feeling fickle is because of my past attempts at blinging up my laptops.

As you all know, I’ve had an Acer at the beginning of my poly days and an Asus towards the end. I blinged both of them, in attempt to spice up my boring school life ( tt’s just an excuse), and to beautify my gadgets. How was I to know that both of them would end up so.. fucked up? *shrugs*

Here’s example number one:

And here’s example number two:

Just so you know, it’s not my fault that the Acer turned out looking like… shit! It was my VIRGIN attempt at blinging up ANYTHING! I had to stick crystal by crystal; painstakingly squeeze glue each individual crystal, then paste them on to the laptop crystal by crystal! I never expected it to be so tough! And I over estimated my creativity juice, so I did it free handed with no blue print, or whatsoever, on how the end product would look like. I just.. went with the flow!

Bleah. Well if you were like me, who had no experience in doing stuffs like that, and you couldn’t be bothered to do some researches on it, chances are, you’d end up with end products not far from mine! So don’t blame me for monstrosity number one.

As for the Asus, again, it’s not my fault.

I ran out of diamante halfway through sticking them on. Then when I attempted to buy more diamante to continue with that piece of art, the shop I buy diamante from usually decided to stop selling diamante once and for all. Don’t say I didn’t try searching elsewhere, because I did! But even when I do find shops that sell diamante of the right shape and size, they won’t have the colour I wanted. Yes, THEY won’t have it. Seems like all shops decided to not sell me that colour so they hid it all.

I got tired of searching for it in the end so I left it half fucked.

And what do you know? When I stopped searching, I stumbled upon it. Not only was it the right shape and size, and of the same colour, it was CHEAPER than the ones I used to buy. But it was already too late, cause my laptop died on me after I watered it with Ice Tea. *shrugs*

I still haven’t thrown it out cause it’s one of the few expensive things I paid for myself, and I couldn’t bear to. =(

Anyway, enough of the sad, unsuccessful results!

I’ve had my share of chio end products!

Take a look at my camera!

In fact, I find it so chio, I regained confidence from the failed attempts and went on to blinging my MOM’s camera.

Which, for your information, is VERY CHIO TOO! =D

I couldn’t stop myself from beautifying my other gadgets because the two successful ones that turned out REAL CHIO!

So I continued pasting, and pasting, and pasting.

This is my Ex-handphone that I enhanced.

Didn’t do a good job, I know, but that didn’t stop me from blinging up every other gadgets of mine. Couldn’t turn back then; fallen too deep into the love I have for bling blings. X)

Here is my Nano:

The front of it is more colourful, and so are the sides. Front side was a little difficult as there’s the screen and the scroller (therefore uglier), whereas the sides consist of only two columns (thought super chio) thus I chose to show you the back instead because it looks nicest. =D

Here is my DS:

And here is my current phone:

You must be thinking:

“WHAT THE HELL?! ALL YOUR GADGETS LOOK LIKE SHIT! YOU, GADGETS DESTROYER!“

Ahhh, you must be a guy.

And if you think you’ve seen it all, you’re wrong!

Check out my external hard disk:

FULLY BLINGED on all four sides that are blingable.

I can’t believe I haven’t written this entry sooner! I’m so proud of all my blinged up loots!

Uh uh. THAT’S NOT ALL! =D

Now take a look at my thumb drive:

Hehehehe…

And just most recently, my mother got herself a new video camera, and that urge to bling something sprung out like nobody’s business. I attempted to stop myself, so I asked my Mom for permission to bling it up.

Come to think of it, I would have gone ahead with it even if she won’t let me do it. HAHA. Anyway, she said yes, so there.

END PRODUCT OF MOM’S VIDEO CAMERA:

I think I’m damn talented! =D

So there, all the blinged up properties residing at my place.

If I were to bling up my Vaio as well, the only gadget without blings would be the PSP. I don’t intend to bling the PSP because it’s gonna be a chore to play games on it from then on.

Which leaves me with one question:

Should I, or should I not bling up my laptop? =D

Dear Smelly boyfriend,

I was surfing around on Facebook awhile ago and I decided to click on mindless quizzes to pass my time when I clicked on this one that says Reasons to be Thankful for Your Partner.

Well, to be exact, it’s not much of a quiz. Just some things jobless people would do when they have too much time on their hands! All you have to do is put accordingly from the most important reason to the least important reason that you are thankful for your partner, and then the computer will generate how much alike are you to your friends who had taken that quiz.

Anyway, I scanned through and clicked on a few and when I tried deciding which ones are the more important ones, I realized that I couldn’t decide!

Initially, I placed “You never feel alone” at the top of the list because I feel that now that I’m with you, I’m hardly alone anymore. You bring me to places I’ve never been to, and you never leave me out of your friends’ gatherings. I like the fact that you’re almost always with me. And even when you are not with me, physically, you’re still with me. =)

Then I clicked on “They love you for who you are” because I know myself more than anyone else. I know, physically, I’m not attractive. I’m skinny, I’m yellow, my nose is flat, my chest is flat, my butt is flat! And character wise? Pppffttt.. I curse like there’s no tomorrow, I wish people death almost every single day, I screw managers at work and send hateful emails to assholes, even though it was totally unnecessary. I’m lazy, and all… Well, you get my drift, but you still stood by me all these while. You love me despite my flaws.

You complete me. You’re everything that I’m not! I’m clever, you’re stupid. I don’t smoke, you smoke. I’m a good girl, you’re a thug. I don’t lie, you lie as a living. BAH! YOU GET ME.

I was just randomly clicking and when I took time to read and consider each and every fact, I realized that they all make it to the top of my list.

I can always be myself around you, because you love me for who I am.

You always make me laugh with your silly ethics. And you have a way to twist myself around your little finger whenever I get mad at you. BAH.

Sometimes, little things you do can make me feel like the most fortunate girlfriend in the world! It’s the laptop you got for me because I wanted it. It’s the giving in to me because I wanted you to. It’s the staying with me because I needed you. It’s the ferrying me around because I’m lazy. I know you don’t say you love me every now and then, and I know action speaks louder than words. Well, I hear you loud and clear, because you make me feel loved.

I will never forget that once when we arranged to meet at City Plaza. When I was waiting for you, I messaged to complain that because you’re late, I became an ogle toy for assholes around the place. And when you arrived, you stormed up to me with your helmet in hand, demanding to know which asshole was making passes at me, and threatened to kill anyone in the 100 meter radius of me, who dared to even look my way.

Remember the time I let your jacket slipped into your rear wheel? How could you forget? =P I never felt any slight fear because I know you’ll direct me to safety; Because of the sense of security I have in you.

Even when we’re not talking about feeling physically secured, you still give me security in matters of heart because I know you’ll never cheat on me. =) I just know. (Except with Tristan *eyes roll*)

Sure we fight, but what was it compared to the good times we shared? Good times like when we’ll go to the Merlion Park, and you’ll get me chocolate ice cream without fail. Good times likes UFO-ing for Stitches! Good times like washing your bike together. Good times like me riding you on your bike, even for a few seconds. Good times like me trying to give you piggy back rides, and good times like everyday when we’re not fighting. =)

I share all my happiness and sadness with you. You’re like a confidant who will never abandon me. I complain, I cry, I laugh. You’re almost like a best friend. If what those kinda stupid friendship emails say are true “a good friend asks you for a drink, a best friend raids your fridge and makes a drink themselves“, then you must be one hell of a best friend!

And then as I read the last point about a partner being supportive, I thought about the message you sent me once, when I was crying over a stupid paper and telling you I wanted to give up. You tried talking me out of it and getting me to study, but I was so stubborn, I wouldn’t budge. That message that I still keep with me shows me how supportive you are of me. And you probably didn’t know that, but because of that message, I decided to put a LITTLE more effort into the non existent effort I had before in cramming for the test the next day.

Now you know, with all the reasons that I have to support the reasons that I am thankful for you, there’s not one in particular that I am most favour or one that is the least truthful.

Okok, I know. If  I really have to choose, my least favourite would probably be the one about you completing me.

Nah. I was kidding.

I know the reasons I gave were a little absurd, but hey, you do complete me. =)

And now I wanna let you hear a song that I’ve always wanted you to hear because every sentence in it was something I’ve always wanted to tell you. It’s freaking late to let you hear this song now, and you probably already know.. but, well… =)

Love, Nice Smelling girlfriend.

For the benefit of those who truly believe that Ashton loves me no more, here is what Charlene Tan argues to say.

Ashton does love me, but he is just super guai lan. When the person in question asked if he loves the person, he will definitely reply no.

After getting tired of me showering more love on Claudia, Charlene Tan told me that Ashton loves me, while  I argue that Ashton was the one who said he doesn’t love me himself. To prove her point, one day she asked Ashton, in front of me:

Charelen Tan: “Ashton do you love Yiyi?“

Ashton: “Yes“

Me: *suck thumb*

Anyway, of course I know Ashton loves me.

Last week when I was playing with the kids in my room, Claudia decided to go out into the living room, so she stood up, held my hand, and pulled me out. Since she still couldn’t balance herself quite yet, I followed her out as she pulled me along.

Ashton insisted that I stay in the room to play with him (SEE, he loves me and wants to keep me close. HEHEHEHE.), shouted after me to stay, but I told him that Claudia was pulling me and I couldn’t let go. He then ran out of the room to where Claudia and I were holding hands, pulled Claudia’s hand away from mine, passed it to my Mom at the dining table and pulled me back into the room.

Ahhh…

Here is a very cute picture of Ashton taken during Lantern Festival/Moon Cake Festival/Mid-Autumn Festival.

This is the best picture I took that day, using my phone.

Will upload the rest when I’m in the mood!

A lot of you have been asking me to blog about Ashton, or why I haven’t been blogging about him lately.

Well, here’s why.

One day, when I was talking to Ashton, I asked him:

“Ashton, do you love.. Yiyi?“
“Yes“

At this point, you’re probably thinking: What the fuck? He loves you and you don’t wanna blog about him? You bitch!

You have to wait for me to finish before you interrupt me with that kinda thoughts. I went on to asking him:

“Do you love… Uncle Otes?”
“No“

At this point, you’re probably thinking, again: OH, so the reason why you don’t wanna blog about him is because he doesn’t love your boyfriend?! You bitch!

Again, can you let me finish before letting your imagination run?

I went on to ask if he loves this person and that and this was how our conversation went:

“How bout… Dada?” (Jonathan’s Dad)
“Yes“
“How bout… Nai Nai?” (Jonathan’s Mom)
“Yes“
“How bout… Gong?” (My Dad)
“Yes“
“How bout… Popo?” (My Mom)
“Yes“
“How bout… Yiyi?” (ME)
“Yes“
“How bout… Xiao Gu?” (Jonathan’s younger sis)
“Wait.. Nono!“
“What no?“
“No, don’t love Yiyi.“

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WHAT?
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Don’t love Yiyi?!

DON’T LOVE YIYI?!

He actually corrected me after I moved on to asking him about another person, just to tell me that he don’t love me!

WHO’S THE ONE WHO MAKES RIBENA FOR YOU EVERY TIME YOU COME OVER?!

WHO’S THE ONE WHO BRINGS YOU TO THE PLAYGROUND?!

WHO’S THE ONE WHO GIVES YOU LOLLIPOP?!

WHO’S THE ONE WHO GIVES YOU SWEETS?!

WHO’S THE ONE WHO PLAYS WITH YOU?!

WHO’S THE ONE WHO BLOWS BUBBLES FOR YOU DURING BATH TIME?!

I haven’t even brought up things when he was younger, like, WHO’S THE ONE WHO ENCOURAGED YOU TO TAKE YOUR VERY FIRST STEP ON YOUR OWN?!
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YIYI!
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And after all these, you actually have to CHEEK to say something like
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YOU DON’T LOVE YIYI?!
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FINE!

If you don’t love yiyi, I’m not gonnal love you! I’m gonna divert ALLLLL my attention to Mei Mei! Mei Mei loves me! (For now, at least.) Sometimes, she won’t even let my sister or mom carry her, she only wants me! SEE! Mei Mei loves me!

Now stop asking me to blog about Ashton.

What, Claudia’s not cute enough for you?!

ROAR!!!

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“Eh, blog about Ashton leh.“
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NO.
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I was walking to the train station from my place this morning when a stupid Ah Pek riding a bicycle rung its bell at me.

I’ve always been a left side kind of person. I’m a right hander, I stand on the extreme left whenever I take pictures, I keep to the left whenever I can on escalators all, and I even drag my friends to my right every time without fail whenever they walk on my left, just so I can stand on the left.

Anyway we’re supposed to keep the left what. Courtesy campaign!

I was on the left, strolling, and the stupid uncle rang its bell at me.

Initially I thought nothing of it, and I moved myself to the extreme left, but to my surprise, that fucker still continued to ring the bloody bell.

I looked to my right to see a youngster strolling, and blocking the Ah Pek’s way.

So I got a little pissed off.

Eh, I’m keeping to the left what. You take escalator also must keep to the left to let people who are in a hurry to walk up the right side what. Hell, even when you’re driving, the cars who wants to drive faster keep to the right.

If the stupid youngster wants to stroll, KEEP TO THE LEFT LA!

And STUPID AH PEK! If you wanna overtake, knock down that youngster on the right with your stupid bike la! Ring the bell at me for what?!

I was on EXTREME left already. One more step to the left and I’m gonna have to walk on grass, and a few more steps to the left will cause me to fall into the damn drain. The STUPID TWIT still rang its bell at me to ask me to move leh!

I know he’s directing the bell at me, and not the youngster, because he was behind me, just slightly to my right.

I don’t know why stupid people like this even exist. He’s behind my right shoulder. I can’t move to the left any more, and if I moved to the right we will collide. Why the fuck was he ringing the bloody bell at me?!

And the NERVES of him to turn to me and TSK-ed me when the imbecilic youngster finally moved a bit more to his right to make space for the bike.

KANINA.

I was so angry, my whole mind was filled images of me kicking his bike when he rides pass so the whole bike, including him, will fall to the right and let him crash the youngster, while injuring himself at the same time.

Damn that stupid jackass.

Don’t know how to keep to the right when you wanna go fast, then don’t ride la! WALK LA!

Twittered 5 hours ago saying that Otes had to stay another day in the hospital to wait for the MRI report to be out.

It’s very annoying because the people here are singing different tunes.

“Oh, you can go home after the scan, and come back when the results are out, cause it’d take a few days.“

“Oh, the doctor haven’t said anything about you being able to go home after your scan!“

“Oh, you don’t have to come back immediately when the results are out. If the report is negative, like there’s something urgent, then we’ll need you to come back. Else you can choose to come back on your next visit, and the doctor will tell you about the scan report.“

“Oh you have to wait for the report to come out as the doctor will need to talk to you. Probably about taking care of your leg.“

“Oh, sure you can leave. But you’ll need to sign the form about us not taking responsible should anything happen to you when you go home.“

-_-

In the end, Otes gave them the benefit of doubts and stayed for another day.

He was told that the results would be out the next morning… Well, we shall see tomorrow.

Spent another day rotting away.

Otes got hooked to my DS after I introduced him to the New Super Mario Bros, and when I kept dying, I got angry and googled for cheats and walk-throughs. Saw videos of the walk-through on youtube and WOW it is good. Showed every corner, unlocked everything available and got all three coins on all stages.

Go try it! Fun. HAHAHA. Youtube: New Super Mario Bros.

Ya, and so Otes got so addicted to it, he was glued to the DS for 5 hours straight.

Probably wore his eyes out thus he’s sleeping already. 7pm nia lor.

I’ll be leaving early today, I guess.

Gotta wake up super early (AGAIN) to come bring him home (AGAIN). *eyes roll*

You know, I’ve been neglecting this site so much that every time I open my Mozilla or Internet Explorer, I feel bored of my own homepage (www.moongoddess.wordpress.com).

I wish it updates on its own.

My life has been as mundane as ever, all of which involves sleeping and waking up to my laptop (except for these few days, see title.)

Whenever Otes comes over to stay over at my place, and he has to wake up in the morning to go back to camp, he’ll kiss me awake to let me know he’s leaving. Just the other day, before he left, he sulked and told me:

“I’m really envious of you. =(“

I was too much in my lalaland to grasp what he meant by that so I ignored him and went back to sleep.

I think he really envy me a lot, because the following night, before turning in, he told me again:

“Really envy you lor. Your lifestyle is what every one craves for lor. Sleep until the moon comes up, wake up do nothing and go back to sleep.“

The look he gave me really tells me that he meant it. He was really green about my current life.

Well, my love, the grass is always greener on the other side!

I wish I had something to do when I wake up! *shrugs*

It didn’t take long for that wish to come true.

Just a few days ago, my stupid boyfriend knocked his leg, with an old operation injury, against something during one of his courses at work. Woe is him when it started to hurt, and he eventually find that he can’t even bend. So he went to the doctor and bla bla bla bla bla, and thus he’s in hospital!

So these few days I’ve actually been waking up pretty early to go accompany him at the hospital.

Not that I’ve stopped slacking, of course, I just changed the venue. Here’s how:

Yesterday:

• Brought PSP & DS for Otes to play
• Otes only played PSP
• I played with DS
• Stare at each other
• Tour the hospital alone
• Tour around with Otes on the wheel chair
• Go back to our games
• Stare at each other
• Tour the hospital alone
• Stare at each other (no more games cos no more battery for both games)
• Go home

Today:

• Otes’s sister brought his laptop over for him
• See Otes play Dota
• I play DS
• See Otes play Dota
• Push Otes around on his wheel chair
• Stare at each other
• Surf Youtube together
• Go home

It’s nothing serious enough to stay in the hospital, but he had to, in order to get an appointment at an earlier date.

Just in case you’re concern, he’s fine. He’ll be able to discharge after his appointment tomorrow morning. Which means I have to go there at an earlier time to accompany him home. Sigh, I’m such a nice girlfriend.

Ok, even though it’s nothing exactly serious, woe is Otes, because due to the his nerves acting up, it might take at least 6 months to recover. (He’s currently crippled on one side.) And in other words, he has to bid San Diego goodbye. *snicker snicker*

Otes was supposed to embark on a 6 months journey with his ship, to San Diego 2 weeks later, but he can’t even walk now, let alone sail. *snicker snicker*

Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m very sad for him too. (Hehehehehe…)

OH MY GOD. WAIT. I FEEL SAD ALL OF A SUDDEN TOO!

There goes my Balenciaga!!!!!!!! =(

All the sad feelings in the world!!!!!!!!!

Suddenly lost my mood to continue with this entry. -_-

Ever since Otes started playing the expert mode in L4D and got stuck at the No Mercy, last section, for as long as he started playing the expert mode, I’ve been following him to LAN every time he attempted to complete it, together with Tristan and Ming Ze.

Well, since the last time I blogged about L4D, they still have yet to complete that level.

And they still refuse to let me join their game, so I’ve always been playing alone.

While they had team mates to accompany them through the killing process, all I had was 3 other computer characters. And computer characters being stupid, they couldn’t lead, and I had to lead all the time, thus it’s always I who kena all the shit.

Anyway, my title says I’ve been having too much L4D, and I’ll tell you why.

I FUCKING DREAMT ABOUT ME KILLING ZOMBIES.

-_-

I vaguely remember my shooting a lot of zombies, and if you’ve played L4D, for caught any of the zombie movies like Dawn of the Dead of what shit, you’ll know that the zombies are literally walking dead, and they are relatively stupid. All they do is walk around, -_- like a walking dead; Mindless, Soulless.

Well, I remember myself killing the zombies, together with a team of people I have never met in real life, and getting chased by a horde of them. One of the girls then suggested that we camouflage ourselves to be like zombies so they’ll be stupid enough to not notice us when we walk amongst them. And so we hid ourselves in a room and started drawing dark circles under our eyes and blood from our mouth.

Come to think of it, I don’t think we were hiding, cause I remember the door was opened. -_-

Ok anyway when we were done, we experimented by getting the guys to go out and true enough, and horde of stupid zombies walked pass them without noticing that they were human. So we gleefully pack up the camou, and half way through, a lady zombie (I remember her to be quite hot.) stopped by the door and identified us humans, so we had this conversation about us not being human. (Crazily trying to convince a zombie.)

So she began to pick on ME!

She spotted that I was BREATHING and she said zombies doesn’t breathe! Terrified, I held my breath in the dream. And then she studied me for a while to make sure that I weren’t breathing before picking on my team mate, who had the camou in her hands. (We were packing up the camou, remember?) And so the hot female zombie asked what my team mate was holding on to.

Scared off my wits, I was still holding my breath while she was interrogating my team mate. I was afraid she’ll hear me breathe and all.

And then I woke up…..

because I was holding my breath in real, and I was choking.

=_=”

When I woke up, recovered from the shock, and tried to breathe normally, I thought: Hey, that can’t be a zombie! She spoke like one of us! A freaking zombie wouldn’t be able to speak so fluently! And convinced myself to go back to sleep.

That dream was so ridiculous I don’t even know if I could classify it under one of my nightmares.

Now I know one of the reasons how people die in their sleep.

If I haven’t woken up from the dream due to the lack of oxygen (since I was holding my breath subconsciously), you guys would be at my wake now instead of reading my blog.

O.O