Instructions: The taggee has to compose a blog post with 10 interesting, weird and random stuff about yourself. The taggee then becomes a tagger and tags 5 other people. The 5 names will be listed at the end of the post. Then the tagger has to leave a tag at the respective taggees' tagboard, informing them about being tagged and the also to read the tagger's tag.

1* I can pick up a mandarin tongue-twister within a day.

2* I can touch my nose using my tongue.

3* Although im able to differentiate between left and right, i cant deal with directions and roads.

4* After so many chinesenewyear house visits. at times i still couldnt remember who is who, and what to greet them.

5* I go around telling my friends the ridiculous reasoning not to hav children coz they will suffer from the arriving doomsday caused by environmental damage. Save The World, Save Your Kids, Go Single.

6* when im feeling bored, i will try staring hard and focusin on my wardrobe, hoping dat one day it will levitate.

7* unlike most kids, i read more chinese language novels than english ones.

8* even till now, when im on my way out, my dad will still question me religiously and warn me in a stern tone not to join any gangs, stare at people, get into fights and stay out too late. and i get really frustrated abt it.

9* i once had a wish of staying together with my close buddies in a 3-room flat when all of us are working. wait, i think i still yearn for it.

10* there was once i had 4consecutive dreams abt eerie lifts and skulls. until one night, i was able to manipulate my dream and could control wat i was doing in my dream and was conscious and aware of each and every of my movement. it all seemed too real to be fake.

ok now for the dumb part. as u can see, i got this from fee and she oredi tagged some of those i wanted to. so behold.

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oh my. im so happy now! the medicine has taken effect and now im only left with the scars! and when i mean scars. i mean ' oh my god its like a sea of bloody roses' scars!

and i get confused when people asked wat happened to my face. coz apparently it has no acne le. juz the red marks. but when laziness threatens to overtake, i juz say ' ya acne breakout!'. see people r satisfied with simple answers. no point telling them

'i got acne breakout and now its left with the scarring which im tryin to improve. yah. rmb its the scars! not the zits!'

" oh! *watever*"

and i swear to boycott this particular hair salon forever! its the worst!. ok although its neighbourhood and i paid like only 10bucks for it. but dats besides the point. it sucks!

i happily sashayed into the salon and immediately someone came to my service. delighted over the first-class service, i told her wat i wanted ( thinner hair. shorter fringe thinner sideburn blahblah). and wat welcomed me was a sight of cold, quiet, deserted salon with newspaper and dustballs flying all over. nah joking. there was no one! CHEY! i tot they're so friendly! bullshit! no one!

so i went in and had my haircut. and the heat almost killed me! its like global warming has jus decided on its first spot to attack! they refused to switch on the air-con. wat they did was to only lock the glassdoor opened - and let mothernature do her job. it was so freaking hot dat i was perspiring like an 'eskimo-in-sahara' and no, i wasnt wearing a jumpsuit! only loose pjc tee. can u imagine it! its the worst experience ever! i was sweating like a mad cow ( wait does cow sweat?) while the hairdresser swiftly used the shaver and got rid of my sideburn! hairs of diff length sticking onto ur forehead/cheek/neck is definitely not a pleasant sight to behold.

not only dat, she is damn unprofessional! she juz shave shave shave thin thin thin. and ta-da! job done! excuse me! my hair is not the garden bush!

puke blood.

it was damn horrible but nth could be done. u might ask why didnt i stop her when she's creating a havoc out of my hair? simple - i was sweating non-stop and couldnt even concentrate! i was shifting and fidgeting becoz its reli too warm for comfort. and was hoping everything ends asap coz i was soooooo uncomfortable. while she spent like only 10mins creating a bloody mess out of my hair.

i think she read my mind abt the speed-up haircut. thus the <10mins sonicspeed haircut. oh, but maybe she didnt read deeper, coz i wanted to punch her as well.

in the end. my hair looked like a chinaman. yesh. short and helmet-liked.

ultimate embarassment - my frenz hav been askin wat happened to my hair - a continuous qn after ' wat happened to my face'

so u jolly well know wat to ask me the next time u see me.

fren: "hey! so hows camp?"
me: " ok lo. boring as usual"
fren: " haha."
me: " hmm. *facing another direction*"
fren: "so u hungry? wanna grab somethin to eat?"
me: " nah. im having my dinner at home *take a quick look at my watch*"

fren: "oh ok..."
me: " hmm. yup."

*awkward silence*

fren: "hey why ur face liddat?! and wat happened to ur hair, it looks so primarysch!"
me: " byebye."


when i came back home. i was so mad dat i announced to my whole family to boycott dat particular salon. yah i know 4 of us makes no difference ( but rmb- they dun even hav a single customer in the first place! so 4 is a BIG difference for them!).

someone tell me why is it so hard to find a decent hairdresser?

i got no idea wats wrong with me. i reli got no idea.

since when did i evolve into such an exaggerated, annoying bullcrap.

i was looking into the mirror, staring at wat i called a 'tragedy'. as i slowly scrutinise at each and every single detail of my naked face, i told myself "I wouldnt go out with anyone until the day i garner the courage to face criticism".

with such determination, it actually frightened me. yesh, for dat split second i was wondering since when did such thought actually come across my mind. where is dat sociable and outgoing me? where is that guy who often joked around like nobody's business?

i couldnt believe it dat im defeated by an acne breakout. its the most childish and immature thinking ever.

everyday my mom will religously enter my room and start nagging at me " u better stop touching ur face, i heard from my boss that this blahblah chinese herb can help to detoxify and prevent pimples".

and i cant believe it for dat moment im actually embarassed in front of my mom, yesh my own mother. i was avoiding direct eye contact with her.

den i began seeking professional advice. and was told to undergo some bullcrap which will cause more breakouts. breakouts after breakouts. breakouts after breakouts. my confidence has yet again, fallen pit bottom.

i was told to be patient. and was affirmed dat the progress is going smoothly. but significant results can only be observed after 1 month.

1month i told myself. but i really start to wonder whether friendship will start to gape and bridge just because of my mere immaturity...

such a weak fuk eh.

lam u better stop cracking lame jokes before i slap ur ****.

and i do blog! its just the frequency!

ok sorry my frenz, sklam is a lame single cell from my camp.

lets just ignore him and say 'boo' whenever he appears out of nowhere.

**

for something more pleasant, my dad drove us to marine parade to hav makan dinner at this restaurant called 'The Oasis'. maybe u hav heard it, maybe u haven. its just right beside the famous ' No Signboard Seafood'.

my mom told me we used to dine at TheOasis frequently for supper, den afterwhich head over to this cafe opposite selling superb ice-creams. she asked whether we could recall having dessert there when we were like, say 10? i told my mom i only recall eating BananaBoat at the cafe but couldnt recall dining in at 'TheOasis'.

so yest when we reached there, my parents were kinda disappointed becoz apparenlty, the cafe has ceither closed down, or moved to somewhere discreet. so my parents were queuing up ( mind you, its a long long queue in front of the valet outside the restaurant) while i took my sis phone and start camwhoring ( u might ask why my sis's phone and not mine. simple, her cam pixel better than mine ). and while taking the photos, my sis kept asking me dun be so suaku, coz like only foreigners like to take photos to keep as memo ( or evidence dat they visited this particulat eatery).

the place looked damn classy la. its like those typical ShangHai riverside eateries. - a 'pavilion' cum 'cruise' cum 'oriental' restaurant.

this is the 'No Signboard Seafood' restaurant. damn palace-liked right? its like the mirrorimage of the restuarant in the firstphoto. they r facing eachother.

the ambience over there was damn nice. looks like a perfect place for couples hangout ( hint seok hint fee).

the main entrance 'hai shang huang gong'. wheres my 'tian1 bing1 tian1 jiang4'?!?!

they shd station some prawn and crab mascots at the entrance. not forgetting the 'Dong Hai Long Wang'!

after the main entrance, there's 3 sub entrances leading to 3 diff famous restaurants.

the next time i wanna try the 'No Signboard Seafood' restaurant. i heard that their WhitePepperCrab is superb.

and of coz we went to one of the royal palaces.

they hav freeflow of SweetPotatoPorridge. we ordered quite a number of dishes. from veges to pork to fish to rawcockles... and lots more! damn nice. unlike the rest of my family, i didnt hav any rice. but had 6 bowls of swtpotatoporridge. damn nice!

we gobbled down all the food!

* oh shit i feel like shitting now. how?! nvm. i faster end this entry den go shit liao.*

after the sumptuous meal. we walked ard for some sightviewing cum digesting. btw, the sea smells. i didnt actually notice until my sis asked me to take a deep breath. of which the slight pungent smell almost triggered my regurgitation reflexes.

ok some random photos during the walk.

afterwhich we went to geylang to hav some hot fun!

wait, no not hot fun. its 'hor fun'! ( "chey" exclaimed lam.)

ok im damn lame. bought some fruits over there. damn cheap. saw some sexshops ( seok go open one). Triple-S ( SeokSexShop). or S-cube. or 3S. see so many ideas!

gotta go shit now. hav fun!

and i really hav a good bunch of angelic frenz! yesh YOU! and you and you! ALL!