denise is perfectly flawed

Hey all!

Once again, let me reiterate.. The posts that are personal and juicy are friends only.

As long as you have a v*gina or think that you should have been born with one instead of a d*ck, please feel free to add.

=)

You won't regret it.

 

I have never been much of a dancer.
Especially not one on stage in front of hundreds of people.
Staying in hall sometimes makes you do things you'd never have done otherwise.
Like waltz and dance emo contemporary with a taped up tattoo
in front of your parents and friends.

But I have to say, the sense of satisfaction and achievement is hard to beat.

I didn't blog about this in the previous post together with the pictures because my laptop was really lagging.
I think the pictures are too big but I was too lazy to resize.

anyway, this year's hall dance production was entitled
"You've Got a Friend in Me"
and it was my first time EVER performing in such a big event.
it was fucking scary.

The dance practices leading up to that night were insane.
I've got more bruises and muscle aches from dance than ihg.
seriously.

you know how dancers and ballerinas always look so sweet and gentle and fragile?
friends,
THEY ARE NOT FRAGILE AT ALL.

This experience for me has been an eye-opener.
My now opened eyes see clearly that I am NOT a dancer.

There was this part of the dance where we were supposed to transition from the waltz to a really fun, up-beat dance
and we were supposed to strip off our elbow-length gloves and long flowy skirts and toss them to the back of the stage
and reveal black shorts.
that was Plan A.

because some people commented that we looked pretty bare in tube tops and shorts,
my choreographer decided that we should keep the gloves on and throw only the skirts.
that's Plan B.

That night itself, I spaced out and got caught in between Plan A & B.
I took off one glove and suddenly remembered Plan B,
tried to rearrange my horrified features and
left the other glove on.
I slipped on my skirt and sorta yelped a bit before unglamorously scurrying back to the correct position.

my mother saw everything.

Thankfully my second dance went well and i escaped unscathed.

This experience was one-of-a- kind.
and i intend to keep it that way.







 

 

So my roomies and i did a little online retail therapy at forever21.com
to relief exam pressure
and bought a few things...

This is what i will (hopefully) be getting after exams...



It was under the "casual dresses" section but i think it's more of a long top.
attempting to be more feminine.

finally getting a wide belt to cinch in loose dresses/tops.

AND.... this is what i'm REALLY looking forward to...





I've been trying to find a jacket with that kind of buttoned collar since last year!
plenty of jackets for guys have this but not girls.
grrr...
anyway, i know this biker jacket thing is sort of a trend now
but i don't care because i've wanted this for very long already....



And... This is what I wish I could've gotten....
they're all coats/jackets/sweaters i would wear if singapore had 4 seasons.



I would be JUDGED like nobody's business if i wore this to lecture or something..
But it's fucking pretty... =)





Ok i know this looks a little granny-ish... but i really like the material and colour.





Secretly a Nazi at heart. Plus i love the collar.




This would look great if I were in my 30s and successful..





Again.. I really love the buttoned collar thing.. And the colour is damn nice..
Not as dull as black but just as versatile...




What can i say... I like brown...




I love the cut of this one.. And i have a thing for double rows of button on coats.


Kay...
Back to the books.
And i pray that the shipment will arrive on time and my orders will not be misplaced/wrong/f*cked up.
*crosses fingers*



 

This is my exam period.

I have 2 papers in my very own Eusoff Hall.
Awesome.

Denise's Constitution of Pre-Examination Study Sessions


I will stick to my study plan like it was a freaking religion.

I will not take breaks longer than 15 minutes...
Or 20 minutes.

I will NOT play online games/download games/random games.
Unless it only takes 15 or 20 minutes.

I will not accept any drink other than coffee or its equivalent in caffeine.

I will not watch criminal minds/antm/gossip girl/paris hilton/how i met your mother/friends/heroes/prison break/whose line is anyway.

I will TRY MY F*CKING HARDEST to concentrate whenever i study.

I will remember to bathe and eat. Sleep is optional.

I will not scream and vent at poor innocent passers by/roomies/friends/the bf/family.

I will study with a smile on my face.




 

 

 

After talking to several people this week
I've realised just how different i am from most girlfriends.
According to one of my guy friends, I have the mentality of a guy.
I'm still trying to figure out if that's a compliment or not.

Said guy friend (who also has a gf), told me that my bf and i are THE most chill-out couple he knows.
And i guess that has its good and bad points, like everything else, but i would say more good than bad...
We talked about his problems with his gf and what guys want from girls (no, it's not just sex.. surprisingly..)
and why is it that he can't have the kind of relationship i have.
one of the biggest reasons i realised was because of my male mentality.
sigh... it sounds so disturbing when i say that.
I suppose past experiences have mellowed me quite a bit.. 
so much so that i rarely sweat the small stuff...
for example, most girls would blanch at the thought of their guy clubbing with a bunch of girls but i don't mind...
no, really..
I mean, my opinion is that if your guy is going to cheat on you, he will do it somehow, whether the opportunity presents itelf or not.
the point is to have mutual trust.
I always tell my bf, don't do anything you wouldn't want me to do.
and it's really as simple as that.

I guess the crux of the matter is whether you can truly convince yourself that your bf loves you enough to do the right thing and to respect you as his gf and not disappoint you. But in the first place you have to deserve that love and respect.
If you're clingy and whiny and so fucking suspicious all the time, don't you think it gets so emotionally draining for your guy?
Imagine him doing that whiny clingy bitchy stuff to you.
How annoying is that?!

So yeah,
my advice would be to chill out and share the love yo.

Besides, if he does fuck up even after you've been so incredibly easy going and cool,
you can dump his ass and justify your bitching about him later on.

=)




p.s. maybe i just got lucky this time. =)
my bf rocks. haha. love him.

Life is so incredibly fragile.
My last (locked) entry was about criminal minds and it was only a week ago but i feel like ages and ages have past.

My friends, this entry is going to be an emotional one and please bear with my cliches,
i'm not exactly in the right frame of mind for creative expressions right now.

To Uncle Lawrence,
You really never ever expect what they say on tv to happen to you.
You read all these cases and hear all these statistics,
all the while tsking but never actually believing it will happen to you.
Dengue seems like such a trivial matter.
How can something the size of a freaking fullstop possibly inflict harm on you?
Especially if you're a full-grown, active man.
HOW?

So many doubts about what could have been done.
Were you too stubborn to admit that you were sick?
Was the doctor at fault for not diagnosing you thoroughly?
Is it possible that you might have lived if you went to hospital earlier?
Can Dengue Hemorraghing Fever be treated?
Was it Dengue Shock Syndrome?

I grieve for the people you left behind.
Your family is like a second family to me and i promise i will do everything i can to help them through this time.
You loved them so deeply and they loved you that much too.
We may not have been as close as we should have but we care for the same people.
Godma, jiejie dot, korkor alvin, little rachel and baby david all mean so much to me.
I've known you guys for almost 12 years now and their grief is my sorrow too.

I wish i had better things to say and more adequate ways of expressing myself.
Less than 24hrs from admittance into A&E until your passing.
Life is so shockingly temporal.
Nobody expected you to go Uncle Lawrence..
Alvin still wanted you to see him graduate.. Get married...
Jiejie Dot want you to watch her children.. Watch your grandkids grow up.
So many plans cut short.
Your surprise 60th birthday party was to be in March next year. A mere 5 months away..

Everybody is in shock.
Someone as jovial and active as you should not be gone so quickly.
So many things left for you to do.
Godma is devastated without you.
I hope that you will watch over her from heaven and comfort her.
Your whole family loves you very much.
You were a wonderful husband, a generous dad, an indulging grandad and a loyal friend.
You lived a full life and you always said that if it is your time to go, it is your time go.
You never let anything get you down.
I know you loved shopping for furniture and little ornaments and stuff. The whole house is decorated because of your hobby and it has so much character. I remember that everytime i went over i would try and see if there was anything new.
You loved eating and my parents always went with you and godma for breakfast or supper.
I know you enjoyed life whenever you could.
I wish more people had your carpe diem spirit.

I know that you are back home in heaven and i thank God you didn't suffer.
I am so sorry I wasn't with you in your last moments.
We do not fear death because our life is in Christ and you are now in eternity with Him.
We will miss you always.

In Loving Memory of Lawrence Toh Beng Ong
1949 - 2008




 

Ok, very belated birthday post...
i think this year was probably the simplest yet most fulfilling birthday i've had.
it sorta happened in 4 'H's : hall, home, hanabi and him.

Hall
It was a joint bbq celebration at the bf's floor.
angie's birthday is a week earlier than mine so our bfs decided to throw a combined party for us.
guys are so efficient huh.. -_-
my oldest friends rach, gera and tasha popped by and ended up getting drunk.
lol. yes rach, i know you're "usually not like that!!!"
the image of you washing your own puke off your feet in the guy's toilet sink (say all that in one breath) will be lodged in my memory forever. whenever i'm sad that thought will perk me up tremendously. =D
thanks girls for being good sports and playing drinking games even though all of you had stuff to do the next day.
e4 guys, thanks for 'entertaining' my chio friends. i'm sure you guys they are grateful.
and of course, thanks to my dear bf who cooked and cooked (even though it made you sweat buckets) and made sure my friends and i were well taken care of. =)

Home
My brother's birthday falls on the 20th of Aug and mine on the 25th so it was a week full of cake.
quality time with family is the best time spent and i felt really grateful for having a complete family.
my parents love us unconditionally and they may not always know how to express it in convincing ways but i know that at the end of the day, family is the group of people who will definitely stand by you no matter what.
so yeah, had fun at home taking silly pictures and eating red eggs and cake.
unfortunately my family camera isn't with me in hall so no pictures.
but my cheescake with peach was the freaking bomb.
haha.

Hanabi
I think sushi buffet is going to be our tradition for the next few years to come.
jac, wongs, pea and char,
you guys farking rock my world.
hanabi buffet with you bitches is a totally damn fucking man experience...
really...
if i learn nothing from NUS and i never graduate with my bloody honours (CHOY!! *touch wood*)
i'll still be happy that NUS led me to you girls.. =)
may our bitching and binge-ing sessions last for eternity!!

Him
Eh... Mushy alert ah... Don't read if you're allergic to sappiness..

bee,
i know being sweet and romantic is not your strength,
but somehow you always manage to surprise me with the simplicity and sincerity of what you do.
thanks for remembering what i like and making the effort to go shop for it even though i know you've been busier this sem.
but what touched me was not the price of the gift nor the fancy wrapping
but the fact that you paid attention to what i said and bothered to get the right colour and shape and everything.
i appreciate it very very much! =)
so even though you're no sappy romeo,
i really really truly love you for you.
because your 'i love yous' are in simple things that mean so much more than a thousand red freaking roses.

ok, i really should post a picture of the watch..
it's so effing gorgeous...
i'm typing effing because i don't want to taint the description of my gorgeous watch with the actual effing.
i don't care if it makes sense to you or not, my watch is gorgeous.

anyway, we went to eat at Greenwood Fish Market & Bistro,
the place where darren brought us to as a treat for wilson's birthday in may this year.
i loved the food there, so, for my birthday the bf brought me back there again.
the food was just as good and after that we went to island creamery for dessert.
oh btw, you get a free scoop of ice cream if it's your birthday so we ate 3 scoops in total.
teh peng, nutella and some chocolate thingy with cookie bits.
all super yummy..
the only downside of the day was that we had to come back to hall early because both of us had things to do and so watching wall-e was out of the question.
i'm still hoping that we'll both find the time to pa tor again soon. haha.

alright, i gotta go bathe soon. we just had block initiation for this year's freshmen and it was grossly fun shit man.
but that is another post for another day.
suffice to say the freshmen were drenched in A Block warmth and the wonderful memories of today's sights and smells and experiences will be embedded fondly in their minds for years to come...





 

i'm taking 4 ps (political science) modules this sem and 1 european studies module which is almost like a ps module because it is called upheaval in europe and it obviously refers to political upheavals.

i just did readings for one module and i'm drained.

How the fuck am i supposed to keep this up for 3 consecutive sems???

my overall cap now is 3.44 which is shit considering that i plan to do honours.
i can't bloody well get 3rd class honours can i?
it wouldn't be worth the time.
Which means i need to get a cap  of 4.5 for 3 sems in a row if i want to get 2nd upper class honours...
and the only possible way for me to get 4.5 in one sem is to study my freaking life away.

i realise i've said in a previous post that i will not allow studies to get to me since uni life should be more than studying.
And that we shouldn't get so stressed up over a piece of paper..

THAT WAS THEN, THIS IS NOW.

if i don't pull up my cap within the next 3 sems i'll have to kiss my 2nd uppper goodbye, and along with it any viable chance of entering and advancing in politics at a respectable level.
yes folks, i do want to go into politics.. but obviously can't do that unless a certain all-powerful leader dies OR i get credible results that prove i'm intellectually there. you know?

but gawd, i'm so not the studying type.
unfortunately i'm gonna have to make myself the studying type.

sigh.

boring, unexciting, nerdy posts coming up...
ciao dahlings..

*off to do another set of mind-numbing, eyes-crossing, nose-running, jaw-dropping, puke-inducing ps readings.
whoopee.

I recently read an article in CLEO about
"How to turn him from a taker to a giver"
and i was immediately intrigued...
wow you mean there's actually a method to school your partner into becoming the selfless giver he was supposed to be in the first place?
DO TELL.

According to the writer, "Even the laziest man in bed can be trained to up his game."
And the article goes on to list a number of methods to train your mutt.. i mean.. man...
It's hilarious..

The methods are all fine and dandy..
But it makes the guy seem like he is incapable of a sexual discussion involving anything remotely akin to failure on his part.
Are male egos really so fragile?
Are women supposed to resort to subtle manipulation and tread carefully around said ego so as not to shatter it?
If being manipulative is acceptable in the bedroom then why not everywhere else?

Side tracking here... I just got home and saw the magazine and this topic for blogging popped into my head but now that i'm halfway through it, i'm actually quite bored.. plus i have to go and bathe.. i think i'm gonna stop for now and maybe continue next time..
MAYBE

i hate people who don't finish what they have to say and i hate that i'm one of them right now..
but. oh well.. who reads this anyway...

=)

ok girls, my cousin's blog... please check it out!




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The word/question "why" is fantastic.
In that single, three-letter, seemingly innocuous word, a myriad of emotions can be expressed.. And quite effectively too.
For example, in a break up, "why" can be expressed
(1) angrily
(2) bewilderedly
(3) stupidly
(4) desperately
(5) helplessly
(6) resignedly
(7) miserably
(8) happily -- note: only happens on rare occassions never happens
(9) disappointedly
(10) incredulously -- usually happens to egotistical guys who haven't got a fucking clue

In a classroom,
(1) angrily
(2) bewilderedly
(3) stupidly
(4) desperately
(5) helplessly
(6) resignedly
(7) miserably
(8) happily -- note: only happens on rare occassions never happens
(9) disappointedly
(10) incredulously -- usually happens to egotistical guys who haven't got a fucking clue

In a fight with your best friend,
(1) angrily
(2) bewilderedly
(3) stupidly
(4) desperately
(5) helplessly
(6) resignedly
(7) miserably
(8) happily -- note: only happens on rare occassions never happens
(9) disappointedly
(10) incredulously -- usually happens to egotistical guys who haven't got a fucking clue

and the list of situations go on and on and on.....

My point is, because the word "why" is so user-friendly as well as astoundingly comprehensive, and because we're all self-obsessed narcissists who won't admit it, we always pair the word "why" with another brilliant word, "me".
Together, we say "why me?"..
Usually with an exclamation.. "WHY ME?!"

What I'd like to know is... why not me??
Now, someone once told me.. God doesn't give you shit you can't eat...
Ok, so it was more like God does not tempt you beyond what you can endure.
Basically.... We won't receive challenges we can't handle...
And that's the answer to bloody "why me??"
Because you can fucking handle it!

If i had absolutely no challenges in my life, it means i'm a complete idiot.
If i hadn't met all the fucked guys i've met, i'd be naive and silly and probably still easily fooled by... everything.
If i hadn't had certain... situations thrown at me, i would probably still be living in a fantasy world.
I absolutely CANNOT FUCKING stand people who keep moaning why me why me why me...????
Because then i'd have to agree... Yeah, why the fuck YOU?! who obviously can't handle it.. douchebag..
If you run into any problems, just face it and try using your fucking gray matter!
Oh yes, didn't anyone tell you?
It's called your fucking brain! USE IT!

The point of having difficulties in life is to help you to grow.
How the fuck do you think we become adults anyway?!
Just because your body tells you you're all grown up now, doesn't mean you are if you've left everything else behind.
Just because you're not carded when buying alcohol doesn't mean you're mature.

What makes us grow is the way we handle challenges.
Sometimes challenges force you to step out of your comfort zone,
sometimes challenges force you to redo your whole life,
sometimes challenges make you wanna kill yourself and end the pain..
But as long as you don't, as long as you overcome these, you've grown.

I don't know about you, but i'd like to grow.
I'd like to learn and i'd like to grow.
Because the more i grow, the more i'll be able to help others to grow as well.
We all make mistakes and most of the time, we create our own problems, or at least make them bigger than they really are.
It's fucked up for sure, but shit happens for a reason..
Yes, i'm one of those people who believe in a Bigger Plan..
And as fucked up as it may sound, i'm actually glad i have problems in my life.
Because that means
i'm not a useless, unthinking, unfeeling, unknowledgable, incapable, fragile, good-for-nothing twat (i learnt this word from skins.)

So... Fuck "why me".







p.s. I'm not actually having any major problems in my life right now.. well, not any i'm willing to share anyway.
I just thought back on past events and got kinda pissed off.

These are results from 2 personality tests i took on the same website.
I'm just showing the relevant points from each test, not the whole thing.

i started questioning predictability these past few days especially after watching the satc movie.
It was fun, humourous, had fashion eye candy galore... And it was predictable.
The movie had a few bumps like when Steve confessed to cheating on Miranda, Samantha broke up with Smith and Big ditched Carrie on the wedding day.. Fucker... I'm still trying to figure out why Big is such a big deal.. He's an ass.
Anyway.... The end result was expected..
Big married Carrie
Miranda forgave Steve
Samantha parted amiably with Smith (dammit!!)
And they all lived happily ever after...

Predictable.

Why oh why didn't Carrie tell Big to fuck off??
Why oh why didn't Aidan (gorgeous, non-commitment phobic, gorgeous carpenter who wanted to friggin marry her!) reappear??
Why oh why didn't Samantha find herself pregnant with Smith's baby???
Why oh why didn't Chalotte give birth to twins??
Or cheat on her husband for that matter......

My point is.. Predictability is such a comforting safety net that even movies which are supposed to be unconventional become conventional.

The same goes for relationships..
I have come to a conclusion that mine is predictable.
And safe.
And comfortable.
And practical and logical.
And stable.

And we've been together for.... 9 months?

Is it already supposed to be this stable and calm and.. unexciting?
If this.. predictability.. is supposed to be good, then when does it turn into boredom or worse, a rut?
How do you know if your relationship is not just predictable, but deplorable?

Maybe i'm just a restless person by nature, maybe i just have a short attention span, maybe i get tired of routine more easily than most.
Or maybe we're too comfortable with each other.
Is there even such a thing??
His birthday was a good break away from monotony but as soon as we left that little island to come back to this little island,
it became a cycle again.

I just wish there wasn't so little to do in Singapore.
Tourists see only the good part because they're here temporarily.
Living here is so predictable...
Date : Dinner, a movie, maybe supper (prata presumably, or dim sum along geylang)
Friends : Shopping, a movie, or maybe Sentosa if u're having school holidays.
Wednesday night : Zouk
Parents : Whichever heartland shopping centre is closest.
Teens : a movie, arcade, the cage at kallang (for boys), cineleisure, pool.
Old folks : chess at the void deck or senior citizens' programmes in CCs

I'm sure there are a host of other fun and engaging activities you patriots can suggest..
But they probably all revolve around an urban-esque concept.

Unfortunately, I want land!! And i want a pet horse that can gallop with me into the hills....
I want to ride on an actual twisting and turning, vomit-inducing roller coaster! Not some wimpy excuse at Downtown East..
I wanna bungee jump and sky dive!
And go hiking on a mountain, not a hill... *cough bukit timah cough*
You know?

I've been sitting at home watching tv serials online while trying to find a part time job.
How exciting is that?

Alright, I'm gonna stop grouching before i really start sinking into depression and do something stupid...

Hey... Maybe i actually should do something stupid.. Just to spice things up...

I'll keep you girls posted if i do.

Everybody knows that relationships are about give and take.
Sometimes equal giving and taking, and sometimes one is a giver, and the other a taker.
"Compromise and communication" - is what we read about in books, magazines, dating tips, newspaper columns etc. etc.
and while I understand the communication part, what I don't get is compromise.

How do you know if a compromise is a compromise and not a subtle manipulation/emotional blackmail/mindfucking on your boyfriend's part?

When does compromise end and selling yourself short begin?

Now don't get me wrong, i'm not saying women are completely innocent. In fact, beacuse we're such brilliant scheming creatures of the night, we probably do more mindfucking than the males. BUT, since I'm a girl and by default, bias, i shall assume men are the ones with tricks up their manipulative sleeves, wriggling themselves out of compromises that are, well, compromising for them.

I was thinking about my relationship and how much compromising I've done to make it work and honestly, it's not a lot.
However, what I have compromised are my parents' ideals about the type of guy I should be dating. (read: same religion)
And what I wonder is, is that already compromising too much?
After all, I do owe my parents a living, not my boyfriend of 8 months.

Personally, I'm fine with the bf being a free-thinker as long as he doesn't stop me from practicing my religion, I don't see a big problem.
Unfortunately, my religion requires my spouse to be from the same religion, but frankly, who's thinking about marriage now?

As an independent, living, breathing, thinking, logical individual, it doesn't make sense to me to pressure someone into doing something they don't feel comfortable doing because then, he might start feeling resentful.
If he was willing to do it... GOOD.
If not... Well, you wouldn't want your bf pressuring you into losing weight would you?
(when you know you are already fabulous as you are, the jerk.)
Even though it makes sense not to expect so much from him, why do I still feel like my parents are right?

Have I compromised without him reciprocating?
Is it too much to ask for me to want him to try?
Is it just religion that is such an 'iffy' issue? If so, then what about in other aspects?
For example, lowering your expectations because he isn't exactly your ideal man; acting out a fantasy of his even if it made you a little uncomfortable; giving up pursuing a dream because his takes him somewhere else and you love him too much to let go.

When is it ok to compromise and when does it become nothing but giving on your part?
If your guy tried to compromise but it wasn't enough, would it be ok that at least he tried?
What would you really be compromising by giving in? A temporary truce?
Or something much more? - like your status and importance in the relationship. Would your guy then feel that he calls the shots?

What would you compromise before realising enough is enough? And how do we tell if enough is enough?
I wish I had the answers but as I go through these unnecessarily paranoid questions, I can't help but wonder, if the tables were turned and he was the one who needed me to change, would I do so?

Is it true that women tend to give in more simply because
men have bigger egos and therefore find it difficult to compromise (or ask for directions)
and women are more peace-making?
I hate to think so.

At this point of time all I can say is, I have probably compromised more than I should have.
My religion is important to me... Despite my very non-religious attitude..
And as my relationship gets more serious, this has become a bigger issue but it almost feels like since I've taken it easy all this time,
I'm not allowed to bring it up as a problem anymore because that would be terribly hypocritical of me.

So girls, please.. Do think carefully about what you're compromising.
Don't compromise for temporary ceasefires.
Negotiate for fucking world peace.

I am supposed to be studying for the coming end-of-semester final exams
i am supposed to be giving my undivided attention towards thorough understanding of all my modules
i am supposed to be completely and totally engrossed in the pursuit of better grades to further my academic future

but

I CAN'T STAND THE INJUSTICE OF IT!!!

What the fuck is she talking about you say??

Well, guess who won this year's C's MEB 08?
DAREN TAN

I know!! Daren who??? Right??!

I had to refer to my previous bitching about the bachelors to try and recall who he was..
And this was what i said:


AND I STAND BY WHAT I SAID!!

So, because there is absolutely no other logical, reasonable, believable, plausible, remotely justifiable explanation for
SHANE-FUCKING-HOT-MCDONALD
not to win, i've come to the indisputable conclusion that the competition is rigged.

Sorry CLEO, i admit i don't have cold hard evidence, but who cares when it is so painfully obvious?
How else could Shane have lost to Daren??
Huh huh huh??!!
(no, seriously.. HOW?)

After flipping through the older issue to find out who this Darren fella was, i realised he's
a mediacorp artiste...
SEE??!!
So obviously rigged.... Mediacorp paid off CLEO so that one of their own gets hunk publicity!!

Why not the other Mediacorp artistes in the competition then? (you ignoramuses might ask)
Well DUH!! Have you seen this Daren guy??
Compared to the others, he needs ALL the help he can get.
Oh and just FYI, one other artiste contestant won Most Eye Catching Bachelor.. Or some shit like that..

THIS IS SOOO RIGGED!

If you don't believe me, you must be the dumbest, most stupid shit face bum diddly dum on the planet.

Eat my socks and choke all you !@#$%^&* who inexplicably voted for Daren not Shane!

Girls, go read this man's incredible blog and you will realise just how shitty your boyfriends/husbands are.
This guy ah... Really "spoil market" for all the men out there.
He is soooo sweet...

returntoromance.livejournal.com

Watched Vantage Point with the bf at Cathay on Good Friday...
Didn't go to church with my folks..... *guilty grin*

IT WAS FRIGGIN AWESOME!

But the ending was a little too abrupt...
They had a really good plot development but at the end it was kinda like a build-up with no satisfying finish.
Like foreplay without the big O... You know?

Ahem... Anyway......
I thought their concept of revealing the story from different points of view was a fresh take on movie storylines and it was done really well too..
Enough suspense... Enough information bit by bit.. etc..
But apparently a lot of  people in the cinema didn't think so. Some even left after like.. 45 min of the show..
IDIOTS.

They were fucking annoying!!
 Groaning and moaning and generally making weird i'm-so-fed-up-with-this-shit noises whenever the screen wound back time and switched to another 'vantage point'.

SHUT THE FUCK UP MORONS! IT'S A FUCKING NEW WAY OF FILMING AND IT'S DAMN GOOD TOO!

Seriously... I was kept in suspense the whole time and it was really intriguing to see the plot slowly unfold.
But as I said before, the ending was a little disappointing after such good development.
Overall I'd give it 3 1/2 stars.

Oh. and next to my bf was this group of fucking male teenagers or kids or hobbits or something who topped the irritating scale of the day.
They fucking tried to pre-empt EVERYTHING SINGLE PIECE-O-SHIT that was going on in that great show...
You're not the fucking script writers/directors fuckheads!
I'd grow a dick the size of Russia if you midgets were!!

Actually, it'd be ok if they did it in their puny little heads..
But noooooo they just had to demonstrate to the whole fucking theater how fucking smart they are by speaking as though everyone else was 90 years old and needed hearing aids.
Great fucking job dumbasses! You just proved why everyone should hate teenage boys.
(among a gazillion other reasons)

After the show as wilson and i squeezed past them to get out, i was sooooooo fucking tempted to just hold my handbag at their head level and "accidentally" whack every single fucking one of them.

But reason and sanity got the better of me...


My handbag cost $89.
I shouldn't risk hurting it.