SAY NO TO BEING ANOREXIC!

I wonder why are some people so materialistic, so childish, so strong-headed and it makes them look stupid. Just some random thoughts that has been in my mind for the past few days which I doubt I have the answer to it.

Some people think that by being materialistic, it makes them super high-class, like in Class A*** or something.

But seriously, by getting what you want - will it really make you happy? Why not just be contented with what you have?

No, it's not wrong to aim high, but at least take a look at your present before making shitty plans about your future when your present is like kana sai and you can go nowhere if you don't start doing anything about it.

Let's say, you desperately want a Gucci handbag that is popular in the Milan fashion runway and it looks so freaking rad on you , you think that you'll feel more confident about yourself upon getting that dream handbag.

You proceed to fly over to Milan to get your handbag, forking out thousands of moo-lah on your dumb handbag and you fly back because you're so afraid of buying it online -it might be a counterfeit and you would be caught dead carrying a fakeass Gucci bag.

So, you get you handbag, then what? You really happy ah?

You'll eat, sleep, breathe your thousand dollars handbag daily because you have invested so much in it.

A little bit of smudges on the edge and you clean that bloody spot for over an hour when it looks the same an hour ago. A little bit of scratchmark on the surface and you run after that bloody bastard with your branded parang.

Well, it'd totally be a different matter if you just bought a cheap handbag, not necessarily a fake Gucci bag. If you got smudge or scratchmark on your bag also neh mind. Cheap what, can buy another one more bag, all the better! More bags = making life easier since you get to match your clothes with your countless amount of cheap bags.

That being said, don't think you can get away with a real looking fake bag. You think the world is stupid or what?

Take for example, the 'I'm Not A Plastic Bag' by Anya Hindmarch that was superly overrated, superly anticipated, superly annoying, superly retarded concept of having a phrase on a bag (that made absolute sense no sense: it's pretty obvious that the bag isn't a plastic bag. What now? Underestimating us? You think we cannot tell the difference from a plastic and whatever that makes up that bag? THINK AGAIN SISTER!) made a big splash in everyone's pool and suddenly, every single one wanted to get the bag and some half-brained people got themselves injured in the name of monkey see, monkey do.

Singapore, being the kiasi and kiasu people, decided to stop their intake for these bags. Obviously, when you're desperate, you produce fake stuff to snuff out that flame you had for a certain item you've been lusting for right? Like a placebo effect thinking that 'ohhhh, this is the REAL THING! REAAAAAL!'

My point is, in Singapore, don't expect people to believe that you're actually carrying the real bag by Anya Hindmarch because every Singaporean clearly knows that you won't have the ker-ching to afford one since only a few exists in Singapore. If you did, you wouldn't be taking an MRT to 'work'. Heck, you don't even need to work. (:

Just do yourself a favour and please just get any damn bag from Ice Lemon Tea.
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I damn fierce meh?

Hui Shan and Mahesh were telling me the other day that I looked super fierce on my first day of school and by that, it probably meant that I wasn't approachable.

But, I wheregot fierce?! I don't get it, if I'm really fierce, then I should be able to ward off all the Bangladeshi workers in Singapore. Which in this case, my fierce charm doesn't seem to work very well.

To me, fierce-looking is some look that says:


'KUA SI MI KUA? KAN NI NA! LI JIN PAI KUAI, KUAI SI MI? LI NAO HIAR! JI BAI KIA! BUA SONG HUH! MAK JIU AN JUA KUA WA?'

*Translation: YOU SEE WHAT SEE? *insert choice of vulgarity here* YOU SO UGLY, SEE WHAT? *insert another choice of vulgarity here* NOT HAPPY HUH! YOUR EYE SEE HERE FOR WHAT!



Something like this:

















































































So don't say I damn fierce cus I'm far from fierce la. I'm very gentle. As gentle as a ewe's backside. An ewe, always an ewe though, I'll bite once you damn kiam pa or just irritate the fuck out of me, by then, you better be sure you get the fuck away from me because I will not know what I'll do when I'm pissed off. Only thing I know is that I won't want to deal with myself when I'm pissed off as well, so word of caution:

RUN!

See, I'm not that fierce at all.



Alright, I wanna go sleep now. Kickboxing tomorrow and my whole patch blue-blacks on my thigh from yesterday's lesson has yet to be healed nor massaged and my arm muscles hurt quite a bit but it's worth it! I can feel my muscles getting toned up (finally!!!).

It's already over.