Things are not so right at home now. But I shall take heart and have faith in everything. Even if it goes wrong, we will stand strong and work hard.

Life is not that bad actually, just a little tough right now..

:(

I do not know what took me so long to post this entry up, since the draft was already created almost four days ago. Actually, there are a couple more things still left outstanding but they seemed destined to be unaccomplished and left for dead.

About iforgothowmanydaysago, San came over to my place for her green packet. She just wanted that and that only. So I made her stay on longer of course because I love hanging around with her so much! She pleaded with me to just let her go because she could not bear to be with me as she feared I would be too much of a temptation for her — she said I looked delicious.

LOL KIDDING!

Hahahaha!

But I really do love hanging around with her — she wrestles, and has the potential to break my strong fingers into pitiful pieces. She is like a guy’s worst nightmare. Like totally.

(Meet my babe, Lubi..)

That is my new-found beauty, Lubitel aka Lubi aka sexybeast. A Russian guy sold it to me through eBay and this metal chick looked so cosmetically-pristine despite its age! She runs on 120mm film but recently I modded her to accept 135mm since I had no 120mm with me but only a Provia 100 which was originally intended for Denise’s F75. Now speaking of Denise, that girl better be glad now that no more fungus is on her lens and her F75 is seriously spanking clean now. She should totally consider leaving this hottie with me for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.

And ever and ever.

Like seriously.

Really, no kidding.

Anyway, I did a test roll on the Lubi and sent it to Uncle Mike of Triple D to have it cross-processed with sprocket holes! Oh boy, I really hope the photos will turn out fine when I collect it later on! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, they better be!! I will have to fork out like twelve freaking dollars even if they do not turn out to be like how I wished. And that is so ohmycrap expensive!

Punch.

(The real San..)

I think I will look like Evil San if my Lubi photos turn out to be craptastic, or fantastically crap, or fantacrap, when I collect it from the lab after school. Have I mentioned anywhere that I will still be working part-time with Watsons even when school starts? So this trip to Burlington Squre better be worth it or I will be crying my snot out regretting not buying this month’s train fare concession.

(Oh my gosh, her French Toasts totally rocks!! With the kaya, it was swwwweeeeeett!)

Ever since we first hung out at Raffles City’s Ya Kun Kaya Toast, San and I had totally fell head over heels over their simple but irresistably-yummylicious toasts! Remember my forty-third P365 entry titled ‘BLEED‘? It was taken there just before I gobbled down on those super huge eggs. Actually, I am not so sure what eggs were used but they were amazingly huge, like twins!

San had them and it will be good if she has twins in the future but she mentioned to me that she does not want to be married so now I have no idea where her twins will come from. Hmm..

That ‘TWO THUMBS UP’ shots of San was taken at The Cathay after she spared some of her precious time modelling for me at my place.

And my Lubi is looking so photogenic in it! Awww!

Hugs.

Oh, the both of us are planning to visit all the Ya Kun outlets in Singapore. BUT, I wonder how many are there in total?

Hee.

(San is now officially famous, widely-known amongst my group of international friends! Woah!)

School will start in a few hours time and I am still so wide awake. I think I could be too excited for school to officially begin. San is meeting me at Toa Payoh later on before school so I guess that is double joy for us? Oh man, I better fall to sleep soon before the sun rises!

(But my fan broke down, I have not gotten a replacement yet so now I am too restless to be comforted enough to sleep. Oh, plus the ever-so-irritating mosquitoes, my night-life is a mess right now. Pfft.)

Enjoy your new school semester my friends! <3

It was a day of mixed feelings for me on Sunday as it started pleasingly between me and my beloved
until a series of other events unrelated to her made me a little disheartened about certain things and
it involved a bit of self-actualisation too. But I will not touch on it here because the futility makes the
mention of it quite dumb just like the subject to this topic. I swear there are things that need to be
sorted out right now but even if I try hard, I doubt the same will happen with the other party.

Trust is a heavy word, really.

(The three-headed sexy beast with the fierce Jacky-head, happy Justin-head, and confused Rusydi-head.)

When I was younger, my dearest mother always demanded that I trust no other people except those from
my household. Did ‘demand’ seem too strong of a word here? No I do not think so, especially after considering
the validity of its usage and its importance. But why only my direct relatives, and not even my cousins?

(Someone seems to be missing from this photo right Zeng Siong?)

It took me quite some time to understand that no one can ever love a person more than his own family does.
Sometimes it can be utterly puzzling to accept this statement straight but if sufficient time for thought is given,
that person will eventually be able to fathom this simple yet somehow misunderstood fact.

I guess experience plays a part, and not to forget maturity too because I reckon no young punk out there
believes that not even a word of your best friend should be dissolved in you. Controversial? No. Eat this
opinion whole unless you have spent enough time with your family to refute this claim which I think
can never be achieved even until you have spent half a century of your life wondering if your own family
loves you.

(Look at Justin! He is asking to be punched, really.)

Your own family definitely loves you; they only seem not to (you claimed) because you have not given your
whole heart to try to perceive them by becoming less selfish and forcing yourself to get out of your narrowed
mentality.

How can anyone even have the audacity to judge that there is a lack of love reserved for him or herself in the
family?

How could you blame your parents for what you are now?

Do you know why these people are called childish? Simply because, they have not grown up enough. If they
are, they will definitely know whom to trust more.

Amongst friends, you should definitely trust the one who values you more than anything; the one who cares
for you, at least.

I have been tolerating almost seven months of dust, noise and smell pollutions just because of the
construction effort that is still ongoing around my estate. The poundings here are insane, totally!

But these are for the benefit of the residents here; though I still can not understand why my four-storeyed
flat requires a lift. For what?

The only plus point I can think of right now is that I will no longer be laboured into carrying cartons
and cartons of drinks up my winding stairs in preparation for Hari Raya which is in about two months
time. I could still remember my mother tripping while lugging plastic bags up the accursed steps.
I will never mind carrying these load even ten floors up; I am more worried about my parents and
my sisters who will perhaps be more relieved to take the lift up instead of our creepy staircase at night.
I mean, everytime when I walk up the stairs I have this weird, unnerving coldness that seems to wrap
my neck and back; my legs tend to get heavier too - it is as if suddenly someone hugs my back like
I am giving it a piggyback ride. Unexplainable, but I cannot do much about it can I? Bleah.

There are probably more aging residents here in my estate which is kind of true I think.

So this lift is close to completion.

Actually, I find lifts to be more eerie. See that doll there? It makes everything worse!

PS. The doll’s name is Suzie. I saw it on her dress..
PPS. The Suzie crawling along the corridor part.. it is not true obviously.

Yesterday was a beautiful Saturday but not due to the weather because it rained on me when I left my house.
Rather, it was because Joonies wore something beautiful for our class meet-up! I was stunned, literally.

HAHAHA!

(Joosty getting hungry already. Where is my food?)

“Joosty was a university student who was looking for a diamond ring for his mother’s birthday on Sunday;
Rooshdee was a working student who had to survey for a diamong ring for his soon-to-be fiancee in two
months time.
They found this jewellery shop and decided to source around..”

The act was so convincing, I think the sales assistant got fooled. Nice one Joosty!

(Sometimes, being narcissistic is good. Like Joosty, the photogenic!)

So that was basically what we did for our next IDEAS assignment. Hmm.. I wonder what is this night
cycling trip that Ms Yip mentioned about to 1A02. It involves the photographers of 1A01 (Joosty and I)
so that is why I am a little concerned here. Ahh..

(Grr..)

So who came for this outing this time?
Evon, Joonies, Joosty, Jackfruit, Ah Siong, Delvin, Keech, Bengee, Wilfred, Yinsan and I of course.
Keech got for himself a no-degree pair of spectacles for a change of style and ended up making himself
looking far geekier — a cute geek Joonies cannot resist, definitely. How Keech, how?

Good thing we noticed that your specs was flawed and bent, if not you will be wearing it to school and
be a walking joke. No kidding! I do not think your eyes will become smaller from its use though. I think..

(A hungry woman is a scornful, emo woman..)

Evon did her own shopping before the guys even met so that saved us some trouble though I would
have preferred tagging along as well. I would love to see your bargaining skills!
But come to think of it, you were right — men will never understand women..
I never knew the distance from Suntec City to Marina Square was so far, it took you girls half hour
to reach us. HAAAH!

(Bengee’s promotional poster for his latest CD album. HAHA!)

Yinsan left even before she met us, which was a bummer but she must have had her own reasons.
Well at least she came right? Maybe next time she can hang around a little longer and crap abit
with the rest of the gang — the more the merrier!

(You do not look like a Chinese in this one, seriously. I think I made you look like a Caucasian!)

The games that were played while we waited for Ah Siong were totally, totally insane but FUN!
To name a few: Game of Concentration, Titititi/Tuki Tuki/Tongka Tongka (WTH!), Ahh What!, etc..
I think I overcooked my brain for these. I am too old for these kind of challenges!
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(Joonies looking as hot and seductive as ever!)

The route to Joosty’s crib was long from Aljunied but it was great going through the different lorongs
of Geylang; and the temples that lined alongside the streets; and that solitary mosque. I love long walks!
Thanks to all of you for showing great understanding, knowing that I am a little particular about food being Halal
for my consumption and all and being accomodating to your fellow Muslim friend here. I love you all loads!!

The ghost stories told between walks were real though I did not mean to spook you all. And yes, I do
believe in the supernaturals. Delvin, you were right in saying that everyone can feel them and not all
are ‘gifted’ enough to see these things. And Joonies, thanks for that ‘light fire’ thingy. I might not have
understood its significance but I was definitely touched by the care shown. And to the others too.
Let us protect each other, not spook each other out, right Joosty?

HAHA!

Thanks Delvin for sharing that dish you bought. You rock!

(Ah Siong with his berms and loafers. Good thing it did not rain on him again. HAHA!)

The camwhoring session after dinner was really funny and all of these photos were already uploaded
on Facebook. I know I have not posted much candid shots of me, so now here is the chance to catch me!
I ended up sleeping at Joosty’s while the others hopped on Papa Jackfruit’s car to be sent home after that.
It has been such a long time since I last showered in warm water and I admit it felt really good..
I prefer cold showers though because it is simply awesome possum and rejuvenating!

Now that Joosty’s kind of familiar with photo-processing using Photoshop, I really cannot wait for him
to get his own DSLR to partner me in the future. We will pair up like Batman and Robin..
You, Robin of course!

Or Pinky and The Brain.
You be Pinky, I am The Brain. Fair enough?

xD

(I should have brought a tripod next time. Than using my bag. One cool shot, this one.)

Thanks Joosty for the hospitality, even though you pulled our shared blanket away from me and left
me frozen for an hour in your air-con before I moved to your second mattress and hid under your
bedsheet. You selfish, greedy punk!

But I carried on sleeping until noon still. Heh.

The construction work infront of my house is making me closer
to deafness as days pass. When I saw this, I wish I was the man
in the middle and I would just fold my arms, stand there stubbornly
and say, “Look guys, you are making too much of a din. Now pack up and go,”
while the supervisor calls for his superior to end this project.

I feel like throwing a stone at this people from my window though.
Argh they are making me go insane!

=(

“I am performing wudu for Allah The Merciful.”

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Praise be to Allah, the Cherisher and Sustainer of the worlds;
Most Gracious, Most Merciful;
Master of the Day of Judgment.
Thee do we worship, and Thine aid we seek.
Show us the straight way,
The way of those on whom Thou hast bestowed Thy Grace,
Those whose (portion) is not wrath, and who go not astray.

When the mosquitoes go overboard,
I retaliate.
When the mosquitoes strike back,
I hide.

WOES OF MOSQUITOES
by Harvey Reid

I often wonder if Gandhi had lived on the coast of Maine, how he would have felt about the mosquitos.
I read that he would watch carefully where he walked so as not to step on ants.
Well, I have never had a quarrel with ants either, but I find it hard to believe that Gandhi or
anyone could smile lovingly while offering themselves generously to the mosquitos.
“Here, little girls, drink up…”, he might say, knowing that female mosquitos are the ones that bite us.
Everyone I know hates mosquitos as much as I do, and in the interest of opening some discussions
in the scientific community I would like to offer my Comprehensive Theory of mosquitos (CTM)
in its present, unsubstantiated form:

I. Swatting mosquitos only contributes to natural selection, and ensures that future generations
will be even faster. In ancient times, mosquitos were slow enough to kill with your feet.
But over thousands of years of swatting them, and having only the fastest and cleverest living to reproduce,
we have genetically engineered a super-race of the bloodthirsty devils.
(Even knowing this, I can’t resist killing them anyway, knowing that the effect on their speed
in my lifetime will be negligible. Future generations will resent my work.)

II. mosquitos are probably connected to a greater intelligence. No creature that small
could have a brain (I don’t even think they have brains at all- just a few bundles of neurons somewhere)
big enough to allow them to do the dastardly things they do. Evidence is as follows:

* They can find entrances to anything. And what they can’t get around they bite right through.
They enter your car with all the windows and doors shut by coming in through the air vents to bite you.
At least black flies don’t bite you through your clothing. That seems a little unfair.

* They fly amazingly sophisticated evasive flight patterns. A sure indication that they are
radar controlled by an alien computer. Even when you got one of those bastards trapped against a window,
somehow they know what the shape of your hand is, and whenever you swat at them, they are
between the cracks in your hands and fingers. It shouldn’t take that many swats to kill a small insect.

* They know when your hands are busy. Like when you are lifting something heavy,
and they come right in and bite you on the nose or the forehead, places they wouldn’t
dare touch when they know you have a free hand. They will even land on the fingers
of a musician who is playing a musical instrument at high speeds. Maybe they have
awards for stuff like that that they give each other.

* They can always find you, and they find you very quickly. Even if you are running down
some rural byway at 10 miles an hour, through a place where there may have never been
a human to practice biting on during the lifetime of the mosquitos present, these fiends
will somehow come out of the swamp, find you and bite you as you run past, with no prior
knowledge of what a human is and no time for strategy or counseling. How do they do it?
How do they even know what to do? You’ll be racing past, and they’ll find a vein on your arm
that you are swinging back and forth and tap right in. Our Army should study them.

* mosquitos are well-organized, and work in teams. They know that one on one, you would win,
so they don’t fight that way. They have a military hierarchy all worked out, and the generals
send waves of young, reckless infantry at you. And while you are busy swatting them,
they send their own SWAT team in and inflict heavy casualties on another part of your body.
Flanking warfare.

* It is highly possible that mosquitos are actually UFO’s. We are always looking for spaceships
100 feet long made out of metal. mosquitos just might be scientists of another galaxy doing
genetic experiments on us and studying our DNA…

III. mosquitos get a drug-like rush from the adrenaline in your blood, and they prefer
to annoy the hell out of you before they bite you. It’s like speed or crack for them.
In fact, this is the tendency of those demons that I just can’t tolerate. It’s not enough that
they bite holes in your skin after biting through your clothes, suck your blood and leave a welt
that itches for days. First they have to turn on their little sirens and dive-bomb you
and soften you up for a while. “Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz” in your ear is one of the worst sounds
ever created. They should put little mikes next to them and amplify that sound and
put it in alarm clocks. Nobody could sleep through it. That sound causes anger, and I am sure
that it activates your gland systems to put whatever drug the mosquitos want.
They work in teams to do this, and a group of them will start working your ears from behind,
skillfully using techniques of the Chinese water torture. “zzzz”. Then silence.
They’ll let you talk to your date for 30 seconds. Then “zzzzzzz”.
(Random intervals are important in torture.) Meanwhile, the rest of the tribe are down
biting your ankles while you are distracted. They know how long your arms are and
what you can reach, and they love to bite you on the feet and ankles.

IV. mosquitos have not signed or even read the Geneva Convention on fairness in warfare.
You can’t raise a white flag and surrender. They don’t bite you for a while and then say
“This donor has had enough. Let’s find a fresh one.” They even have suicidal, Kamikaze
mosquitos who seem to delight in just swooping in and trying to take a bite out of your forehead,
or somewhere where they are sure to die. Maybe they go to Mosquito Valhalla for that.
In fact, the worst ones will bite you, fill up their canteens with your blood, and then buzz around you,
so when you swat them, you get a nice red blotch on your face or your shirt. That is one
of the worst feelings in the world when you swat a mosquito, feeling proud of yourself,
and discover that it was full of your blood. I always swear loudly. They want that,
since then they will get their drug rushes from the adrenaline in the next bite.

V. mosquitos do not abide by the 14th Amendment. They do not treat us alike.
They love to bite me, and I have other friends whom they invariably go after even
when there are easier targets around. I feel that this is an act of vengeance on their part,
since if they have a most wanted list for Mosquito Mass Murderers, I’m on it. I delight in
killing those fiends, and they delight in biting me.

VI. Repellents and other folk remedies are useless. No matter what you do, you will get bit.
Maybe you can slow them down, but they reign supreme. Some say if you swat them while
they are biting you it will itch worse, and if you let them bite you at the beginning of the season,
they will leave you be. I’ve heard of chemical and organic remedies and things you can eat or
drink and I think they are all placebos. The only thing I ever found that worked was a cigar,
and I think I have an understanding of how cigar-smoking got started in colonial times.

VII. There needs to be a more effective mosquito control program. Maybe if enough volcanos
go off we’ll have a freak frost in the summer and kill them all. Surely some Nobel Laureate-to-be
could invent a way to kill them all without damaging the environment. Surely the world would be
a better place without them, and surely the birds and bats that eat them could find other bugs to eat.
There’s lot of other bugs I don’t hate with a passion like I hate mosquitos. Let the birds
eat them instead. Do mosquitos really taste that good to bats? In fact, I think I’d rather risk
losing a couple species of birds if there was a possibility of getting rid of all mosquitos.
I’d buy a bird feeder. I’d do anything.

Did mozzies, not a meteor, do for the dinosaurs?

“I think I’m ready
To start rearing cats once again.”