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  • GE 2011

    watching the GE elections unfold, what struck me most wasn’t the alarming strength of the worker’s party, nor the enthusiastic topless uncles screaming in coffee-shops, but rather something more subtle and telling of the citizen’s psyche.

    I find myself quite satisfied with the outcome. (at least mostly – TPL out George Yeo in, please!) I’m a supporter of the PAP yes, but ultimately, a supporter of Singapore (succinctly put forth by Celine’s younger brother: ‘I hope Singapore wins!’). if any member of an opposition party proves worthy, he or she deserves in. vice versa for the PAP.

    so yes, what I want to address is what I’ve witnessed over several conversations on Twitter. I didn’t participate in any, but by observation I’ve concluded that most of the pro-PAP are so because they truly like the PAP, while the pro-opp are so because they hate the PAP. that, by itself, I don’t have a problem with. I only mentioned it to provide some form of justification for the phenomenon I don’t quite know how to put forth.

    being an open supporter of the PAP, I’d inevitably receive backlash, or at least have my view undermined – but I’ve got to say it like I see it. this is it: while the pro-PAP are content lamenting a loss of seat confined to personal grief, the pro-Opp tend to lash out at those who are in favor of the PAP, either damning them as ignorant or just straight out insults.

    my question is this – if you hate the PAP because they suppress any opinion that differs from their policies, but at the same time condemn, insult, and label those who made the autonomous choice of favoring the PAP, doesn’t that make you, well.. a hypocrite?

    I’m not here to voice out against supporters of the Opposition. In fact, I WANT to hear how – and why – you love the Opp (the why part is unfortunately always meagerly expressed).

    maybe I should retract my claim of being pro-PAP, because really I’m more of pro-choice and pro-Singapore. I chose the PAP and I’d love for the Opp followers to respect but challenge my choice (and that’s very much possible since we’ve evolved from the barbarian era where ‘me no like’ means ‘me no like’.)

    Singaporeans, you’ve alternately impressed and disappointed me on the most exciting GE media platform of 2011 (ie Twitter). I never wanted it to be this way, nor do I think I’ve been blighted by bias – but the fact remains that the pro-PAP presented their support with way more grace than the other (there are exceptions of course).

    again, people, speak for yourself. but while doing so, preserve your dignity by lending others the privilege of independent choice. we’re not communist, we don’t need to be unnecessarily agitated if another doesn’t share your opinion.

    And I’d quote Joe again, I hope Singapore wins. whatever the results we’re all voting for a better nation to be part of, never forget that. right now my fatigue induced self would like to say something along the lines of one people one nation one Singapore, but HOW cheesy would that be?

    dayum, speaking of.. some cheese right now would be fantastic.

    May 8, 2011

  • General Elections of the 2011? Wait for me.

    the whole general elections thing is starting to piss me off. this is why i’m better off being politically apathetic: because Singaporean voters make me lose faith in humanity. personally, i’m for the PAP. but that’s just me. i wouldn’t fault anyone for leaning towards the opposition or having serious issues against PAP. what i can’t stand is firstly, the rationale behind how many choose their political preference, and secondly, the way they go about expressing it.

    some context: i like PAP because after bouts of irrational loyalty, angsty tween doubting and general nihilistic apathy, i’ve reached a point – at 18 – where i can safely say i like the PAP objectively based on both instincts and observation. there was a whole tweenhood era where to rebel against the mainstream was yknw, the thing (a state many unfortunately do not emerge from) where i carefully nitpicked all the faults of our government and lived in a bell jar of dramatic, self-induced fear that our entire society is unconsciously subservient to the brainwashing by the government.

    through the years, i found myself able to justify every one of PAP’s actions/decisions. and yeah, i do admit that there were certain questionable policies that bordered on neurotic, but on the whole, i honestly think they did the best they could in any given circumstance, and if there were faults, they’re probably a compromise in prevention of a more severe issue (that none of us, in our micro-view as civilians, can foresee).

    also, i started questioning the truth of (what i now think as highly exaggerated) claims that Singapore censors almost all dissent. yes, i HAVE heard horror stories about the villas and all like y’all did – but think about it. don’t you seem to be reading/watching/listening to more dissent than propaganda these days? or maybe it’s just me listening to my hardcore underground subversive communist radio stations, but i can offer more examples of issues raised challenging the PAP (usually unsubstantiated and narrow) than actual propaganda. frankly, i don’t mind a little propaganda to fuel patriotism as long as i ain’t living a delusion of luxury while eating dirt cookies (read: Haiti) or singing worship to a balding demi-god (read: Kim Jong Il).

    that said, one of the reasons why Singaporeans piss me off is because they fail to realise they aren’t brainwashed. they are sometimes just purely brainless. this is the whole rationale thing, where people – in their very laughable struggle against authority so they can be subversive and hipster or whatever you call rebel kids nowadays (hippies, goths, punks, hipsters, sk8erb0is, they are all the same to me – just in different eras and with alternating tightness of pants. yes i know i sound old and jaded) – hate on the incumbent power just because. and being very triumphant about it.

    ‘oh, why i support opposition? because i hate PAP to the max! lohr. why i hate PAP? dunno leh.. cuz everyone like them mah. i like be different. i also got always listen to indie music example the regina specster. actually by the way, the opposition team name is what arh?’

    i mean, really? the stupidity and pretentiousness of it all just blows me away. that is why i sometimes cannot stand it when people bitch about PAP without proper justifications. i have total respect for you if you can offer me a proper explanation why you support (insert opposition party here) or why you’ve never pledged allegiance to PAP, but if your reason is that you wanna be all pUnkstar_559 and ‘h8 on the aUthority, mAN!!11’ then please, just.. never mind. there’s nothing you can do if you’re born brainless.

    also, if you hate on PAP because Singapore is ‘too Singaporeany for you’ and you want a party that can magically provide you with winter and legalize drugs so you can make snow angels while smoking weed like the white kid you wish you were, then why don’t you just migrate kthnxbye.

    the second part of this story makes me really really sad. )-‘: i can’t really get mad over this, because Singaporeans are just like that. we love cheesy, irrational drama and getting riled up over things. we just love it, i’m telling you that Singaporeans thrive on anger. we are vultures ravaged by hunger and the hint of vulnerability drives us crazy. we are also incredibly jealous people. so any form of privilege in Singapore transforms into a point of vulnerability too. i don’t know how we do it, but we’re just very magical like that.

    a classic example would be Tin Pei Ling. i know that in every country, stupid stuff happens in politics. childish things that you hate to love but have to admit keeps you interested. that includes parliament punching, Freudian speech-slips and young emerging leaders posing with designer bags. it’s the kind of thing we SHOULD be ashamed of even caring about, but we do. like i said, jealousy. i mean yeah i was all like – bitch please i’m not gonna vote for someone with a Kate Spade when i want one myself – and that’s exactly what SHOULDN’T be affecting our votes. what does having a kate spade have to do with Tin’s legitimacy as a political leader? i won’t deny that it did change my perception of her, but it shouldn’t be this way.

    which is why i found it incredulous that people.. and i mean a crowd of ADULTS, would actually gather at rallies to shout ‘KATE! SPADE! KATE! SPADE!’ when Tin makes her speech. and these are the productive, cultured people of our era whinging about mounting taxes. what’s WRONG with you, Singaporeans? it’s funny. i laughed. i did. but what did Tin do to warrant that? and what mother born you to even have the heart to act in such an insensitive and juvenile manner? Singaporean adults, you make me laugh. your suagu-ness makes me laugh. your habit of eagerly sinking your claws into every remote and irrelevant fault like untrained, needy puppies make me laugh.

    it gets a little too far, however, people get unnecessarily nasty to significant people like Lee Kuan Yew or Goh Chok Tong. my take is that people are DESPERATE for power. Goh, one of the most powerful people in Singapore, addressing you, and you have the power to OFFEND him, to upset him, to affect his demeanour. what would most bitter Singaporeans do? Jeer of course. do you know what i hear behind your jeers? senselessness – you have no idea what you’re jeering for. desperation – you just want a sense of control over someone hundred times your importance.

    at the end of the day, there is one thing PAP has failed to do. that is to raise us into mature citizens. we’re an entire nation of spoilt, squealing babies, pink-faced with perspiration, unable to comprehend a larger world beyond the confines of our minds. we’re too sheltered, too spoilt, too untrustworthy to be given the task of voting. it’s like a vicious cycle. PAP don’t trust us -> don’t let us learn to grow up -> we are untrustworthy -> PAP don’t trust us.

    i can get why LKY’s so upset and agitated recently. all the PAP hating.. he’s human after all, and it’s bound to hurt if you’ve spent your entire life being paternalistic and insanely stressed out GOVERNING AN ENTIRE NATION of whiners (albeit being super duper rich, i can’t get over that), and then hear your children bitching out against you. if we use a micro-allegory, that would be your slightly neurotic mom who isn’t perfect, but gives her all to provide you with the best. and then your dad has recently passed away. your mom asks you ‘do you love me?’ you slap her in the face and calls her ‘a dumb bitch who ruined your miserable life’. and right around mother’s day too. you naughty kids. (granted, the mom in this case is paid. a lot. to raise you. but still.)

    it shakes me to see people so blatant, so unhesitating in lashing out at our government. it’s not because i’m PAP-loving and therefore annoyed to see them getting dissed. if it were any other party, any other political leader who had shown to be genuinely concerned and contributed to society in any way, it would hurt me equally to see Singaporeans behave this way.

    this is why the General Elections leave me so disheartened.. :-(

    along this thread, i’ve conceived a theory that since Singaporeans want someone who can ‘represent them’, and who wouldn’t poke at their volatile feelings of envy, nor come off as contrived or pretentious, who they inherently and subconsciously want as their leader is an Ah Lian. They don’t want a well-educated, pretentious leader with connections and obnoxious brands. they just want one of them. A LIAN. THAT IS WHERE I STEP IN. i can totally take over the world. they can undermine me by unearthing photos of me camwhoring with my bugis street bags but that will just enhance my Lian street cred and bring me to a whole new political arena of awesomeness.

    i will truly be the watershed mother of all political watersheds that’s ever been semantically abused as a watershed when it is not a watershed. and it is midnight which explains why i sound slightly derailed now.. but really, i think i’ll be great in politics. i’ll just talk about pokemon and promise to open more awesome bubble tea shops. i feel like eating some yogurt now.

    May 6, 2011

  • Ms Jiang Lai?

    What. The. Hell.

    Seriously, WHAT THE HELL?

    Basically, this relief teacher – Ms Jiang Lai, dished out a whole lot of generalizations on her blog (in horrific English, no less), comparing the date-worthiness of boys in different schools.

    http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/stomp/sgseen/what_bugs_me/609874/only_date_acsi_boys_says_china_relief_teacher.html

    Really? Really now? When you look like this:

    I’m sorry to say, choices are not something you should be bothered with. You should worry about whether you can actually get a date.

    Right. That was bitchiness on her level.

    While Ms Jiang Lai has an acutely misguided sense of self, aggravating grammar, and no sense of social awareness, the only proper way to sum up her character is this –

    STUPID.

    Completely and undoubtedly dumb. I don’t know what in the world she ‘studied’ in Reeds, because it had in no way contributed to her presented state of intelligence. Neither can I understand how she got the job as a relief.

    Doesn’t she realize that

    a) While her claims are somewhat ubiquitous perceptions of the Singapore public, she didn’t have to beef on the generalization. Neither did she have to phrase it in such a disparaging (yet groundless) manner, which will inevitably lead to backlash.

    If she were an AQ question, I will write just two words for my answer: Unfounded generalization.

    Everything she says is flawed because her Lilliputian mind cannot comprehend the idea of multiplicity. To Ms Jiang Lai, if one ACSI boy were to be hot, then all of them are. If one RI boy were to have bony legs and body odour, the whole school conforms. In her world, there exist no nuances, no exceptions. Everything has to be in broad categories because that is all Ms Jiang Lai’s intellectual capacity can manage. So she does what she does best, GENERALIZE – and then compound them into what she probably finds to be very clever, astute observations.

    An example. ‘Poor. Cheena. Dun dare to get friggin drunk like dufu.’ This is her description of HCI boys. While HCI boys are quite a bunch of Neanderthals – I will never label them cohesively as ‘poor’. Also, if I hailed from the great communist motherland as Ms Jiang Lai did, I would not use the term ‘cheena’ derogatorily on others. Because HOLY SHIT. YOU. ARE. FROM. CHINA. If anything, I respect the Chinese for their allegiance to their motherland. You, Ms Jiang Lai, apparently have no sense of self. Nor shame.

    The fact that you compared a drunkard to DU FU tells me your knowledge of getting tipsy is probably limited to your Tang poem personas basking around by the Yellow River drinking wine and chasing concubines. So why are you, oh proud comrade of the great china, dissing your motherland? Please don’t give your whole ‘i’m hot stuff and i booze and many guys want my hot ass’ crap. You have no right to.

    Which brings us to our next point.

    b) TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF, MS JIANG LAI.

    I don’t have a problem with people being ugly – I repeat, I don’t care if you look like a cross-breed between iggy pop and a mole rat. But it pisses me off when you – LOOKING THE WAY YOU DO – truly believe you’re on a standard high enough for your judgement of others. No. You are not.

    Perhaps you have not realised after thirty-odd years of living (again raising queries about your IQ hor), but you are in fact, not very good-looking. And because you have no qualms categorising entire SCHOOLS on their state of ugliness, then neither will I restrain my views on your fugliness. Which cannot be properly described with words as a picture can, so behold:

    c) Why are you a teacher?

    You are morally decadent (judging students.. PUBLICLY, wth?), stupid (as we have already established), and – basically the antipode to what a teacher should be. Oh by the way did I mention your English is horrendous? Well yeah it is.

    d) http://msjianglai.wordpress.com/2011/04/24/open-letter-to-dr-hon-chiew-weng-principal-of-hwa-chong-institution/

    What in the world is this? Vaguely I can detect your undertaking of ‘sarcasm’. But word of advice, Ms Jiang Lai – sarcasm only works when you have properly mastered the language you’re employing to exercise it. At first I thought – OH WOW YAY, this is exciting. Someone standing up against the administration again. Lol sarcasm lol.

    After the second paragraph, however, my conclusion is that you have achieved a feat of what I call

    SELF-OWNAGE.

    That’s right. In your feeble-minded endeavour to strike up against authority, you’ve failed not only miserably but unconsciously. Throughout the letter, you present yourself as a huge joke – alternatively self-lauding and self-deprecating to the most futile of usage.

    Ms Jiang Lai. I have never seen such a hilarious attempt at trying to overturn authority (which is not a very difficult task for anyone with a sense of humour and/or reasonable intelligence [neither of which you seem to possess]). The result is pitiable, but so very very amusing. In fact, being a Hwa Chong student, this is one of the few times I’ve seen a failed attempt at undermining the staff – and it’s almost as amusing as the converse.

    I mean, REALLY. ‘Master of the Troll Clan’. So subtle of you, Ms Jiang Lai. So sophisticated, so mature, so telling of your education at Reeds. That is so reminiscent of kids at my CIP calling each other Poopy Pants and Lesbo Tortoise, and even then they sound more effective than ‘MASTER OF THE TROLL CLAN’.

    e) WHY. Why do you have to openly proclaim your affiliation with SNGS?

    Firstly let me clarify that she is the minority of SN girls with questionable intellect and some weird social affliction. Whatever she claims is NOT NOT NOT representative of the SN community. Neither do we support her insinuations regarding girls of other schools (probably arising from her diminutive social circle). While YEAHHHH okay, SN girls are kinda awesome – but also in us are a modest propriety that will in no way endorse her very painful-to-read exaltations about SN girls. YO MS JIANG LAI. The traits you listed, while true, should be self-explanatory – by spelling them out and throwing them in the faces of others, you offset the truthfulness and razed SN’s rep. Thanks a lot, you and your subversive, witty, honest, public bawling. I’m very not proud of having you as part of the SN community kthnx.

    RE-EVALUATE YOURSELF.

    Another question, have you ever considered what all these boys you’ve implicated in your blog post think of YOU? Hurhurhur. Because if you did consider the things that’ll be said about you, I think you’ll quail in a corner and never come out where the sun doth shine. You poor thing. :-(

    April 24, 2011

  • ignoramus

    The battle so far between geeky musical geniuses.








    ALSO, KURT SCHNEIDER:

    <3

    April 20, 2011

  • つけかえた頭で 彼らはからかうの

    not being thoughtful about life is a tragic excuse for not blogging. :’-(

    also, i don’t exactly know where each stands in the causal link. so in a desperate (very) attempt to regain some sort of contemplative ability, i’m here. hi.

    1.

    i am growing old. and tired. and jaded.

    2.

    so are my parents, apparently. i sat in the car for a full ten minutes chatting with my mom and bullying my sister, wondering why my dad hasn’t started driving: he didn’t know i was in the car.

    3.

    i have come to terms with my largely carnivorous and dairy-based diet. everyone’s all like, omg weiqing please eat vegetables you disgusting methane-filled toxic wasteland of a child. so after the week of fried potatoes, i attempted a 40% increase in vegetable intake – including mushrooms, some dubious bits of spinach leaves (which were absolute horrors), and other things that look like they belong to a vegetable patch but i’m not sure what they actually are. also, i ate fruits. FRUITS. instead of chips, i subbed peanut butter into my snack bar. i am now extremely addicted to peanut butter. it’s a kind of vegetable right? nuts are vegetables – so are peanuts? k let’s just leave it as yes.

    anyhus, instead of transforming into the supersonic being, it’s made me lethargic and weak-kneed and hungry almost all the time. so i’ve decided, screw this shit. my body is probably wired differently and can only be healthily sustained with preservatives and processed bacteria and stuff. so i’m not going to eat vegetable ever again. that’s all.

    4.

    you would think that not seeing your closest friends for a long time can reduce friction, but when we pass a level of friendship where you can suspend basic respect without fear of losing one another, it’s difficult to truly enjoy the company. is it because we’re so secure about each other, there’s no urgency to sustain it?

    we’re so caught up with ourselves, no one’s bothered to realise that i’m the only one without another one of us where i am, so you just sidestep my need to share about my life, and sidestep my developments with a ‘you’ve changed’. so why am i the one having to listen and advice when there are others right there with you. when do i get my chance to tell you about my experience without your judgement?

    it’s getting hard to reconcile both sides of my life, and sometimes i think the current me is better off with those in school who bother to understand and actually care.

    5.

    most of the time now, i want to be alone.

    6.

    mugging can no longer get you anywhere. even if you’re as intelligent a being as me. your only salvation now is super-mugging, of which i am not yet capable of but will soon enough.

    April 17, 2011

  • mindfuck.

    In the image above, A and B are the same color.

    And no, I’m not shitting you.

    Here’s a cropped picture, FROM THE SAME IMAGE, with A and B side by side.

    Right now, you’re probably like What. The. F- Also, frantically rechecking the first image. Nothing has changed. But it’s true all the same. Block A and B ARE of the same colour.

    Apparently this is some mindfuck effect your brain conjures up. Because we are aware of the shadow cast by the green pillar on block B, we automatically assume that B is a shade lighter than it actually is, and therefore perceive block B as the lighter shade.

    Classic case of perception v.s actuality. What is even more fascinating is that even when you KNOW they’re the same color, you still can’t see it that way.

    It might help if you remove the illusion of a shadow:

    It’s starting to look slightly more plausible, but you still perceive it in different shades.

    Even if I use the same color block to establish a link between the two blocks:


    Your brain tricks you into thinking there’s a color gradient on the link – BUT NO. IT IS THE SAME FREAKING COLOR. Is this amazing or what?

    A CLOSE UP:

    NOW ARE YOU CONVINCED.

    Go back to the original image. Still different. Seriously the human mind is amazing with deception.

    Edit: OKAY EVERYONE REFUSES TO BELIEVE THAT IT’S THE SAME COLOR AND INSISTS IT’S PHOTOSHOPPED. This is v interesting, considering the extent to which our brain can fully convince us into believing something other than the plain truth. OMG I AM EXCITES AT THIS DISCOVERY. The human brain is so immensely capable of eschewing and manipulating your perception that you should never ever be sure again if what you know is what it is.

    I need to go toilet now

    April 17, 2011

  • Omg.

    I haven’t posted in ages and it’s weird to return in this manner but hoSHIT-

    THIS IS MY FAVOURITE VIDEO 4LYF.

    April 15, 2011

  • land of the taken

    I’M NOT DEAD.

    Or maybe metaphorically.

    I would love it if I had enough time to make observations about myself and the world so I can update this space with charming philosophical hypothesis with anecdotes and witty asides.

    Or if I were really desperate I could be vapid and gloss over the fact that my life is devoid of reflection by posting lots of fancy town photos with food and dresses.

    Or if I were trying to be elusive I could post insinuative whimsical statements about my deep inherent emotions and struggles with the world.

    But nein. I don’t even know what I’m so busy with, but I just am. I’ve had no time for proper reflection – right now my outlook in life is mired and I haven’t sorted out what I really think about things. Also, I am kind of grim about human beings in general. But give me some time to think that through.

    I had two days and a night off after Block Tests which I unfortunately did not fully exploit – I was so exhausted I spent a good amount of time at home sleeping. Now it’s back to the books and school and really, no whimsy for me.

    The amount of Is in this post says vaguely something about my priorities now.

    Also, this:

    Which Xinyi and Beni at all costs banned me from uploading on Facebook. WHY? It’s so adorable. Anyway it will be here so your friends will not accidentally stumble across it and judge you for being friends with me. And all our mutual friends who may view this are so strange themselves, they have no right to judge. So there hehehe.

    Funtimes, where are you? :-(

    March 30, 2011

  • Saudade

    General Paper and Literature Paper 1 tomorrow, marking the start of Blocks. I don’t really know what I’m doing here either, but it’s almost customary that before major exams I post – together with an apologetic note to self that I shouldn’t be.

    During the March Break when I have more time to be not guilty when not studying when I should be, I’ll post about the things I miss about St. Nicks like 挤牛奶 and mushroom-cheese-toast and 姐姐妹妹们. Sometimes even I feel like I’m aggressively sentimental and may or may not border on annoying – but aiyah. Whatevs.

    Everyone’s falling sick, and I kind of am too – but not explicitly. Like, I don’t have a motherhacking cough but I can feel myself being rather out of sorts and uncomfortable in many ways. My muscles feel odd, my intestines are being strange, and my entire sense of focus on the world has gone haywire.

    I would consider myself pretty clueless at times about my surroundings, but at the same time largely aware intuitively. Like, sometimes I miss the bigger going-ons but at least I keep track with what I’m doing and who’s doing what and what I should do.

    But today was a total surreal experience. The past few days have been flagged with incredibly vivid dreams that seem somewhat more real than reality itself. So much so that I’m more than a little confused. I don’t think I actually woke up fully, but was in fact walking around in a semi-unconscious state. I left things all over the place, forgot what I was doing, often lost track of everything around me. I sound like a character straight out of WSS.

    Which reminds me… I should be studying. This post itself reeks of meandering thought processes and a certain lack of grounding, don’t you think? But never mind.

    Well this certainly adds some excitement into my otherwise rather dreary and surreal current lifestyle. I know it’s very cheenapiangzi but I really don’t mind anyone scoffing at my choice of idols. Bosco Wong and Moses Chan are my OF ALL TIME favourite male artistes.

    Also, just noticed that of the four, I prefer the less suave half. Interesting.. I’ll take it that being hilarious and oddly shaped ranks of greater importance than looks to me. Uhhhh…

    OH RIGHT. I wanted to ask if anyone wants to watch this with me. I just want to meet them live, not so much of hearing them sing. The last time I went to watch a HK star, I was in primary school and he was Aaron Kwok (I know right, so old school cheenapiangzi). Enjoyed it but I fell asleep halfway, so. Tickets are priced at 78 onwards and only shitty seats are left.

    I’ll definitely be posting more often, because I’m not supposed to. So I’ll see you around here and I’m wishing for my hyper-awareness to return because I feel like I’m on drugs and or hormonal overdose.

    March 10, 2011

  • wouldn’t it be nice?

    As an impressionable child I was enlightened by the possibility of endless chocolate after an episode of the Simpsons.

    At the time I was young and ignorant. My body was a infinite furnace of calorie burning and my appetite knew no bounds nor fear. I can’t say that has changed very much except the eternal furnace proved to be quite fallible.

    NONETHELESS.

    Cadbury only cemented my belief that a Chocolate World was possible. Wouldn’t it be nice if it were true?

    Chocolate advertising has since evolved. For the worse.

    While slightly entertaining, the Cadbury eyebrow dance is mostly freaky – and where the hell is the chocolate you’re trying to sell?

    Children deprived of chocholate.

    And then again we have Homer high on choklit.

    Adult ODed on chocolate. Still, a more favourable position to be in.

    Sadly, the people of the no longer imaginative world misconstrue Cadbury ads and criticize them for being ‘disturbing’ and ‘sexual’ in nature. (I mean like WHUT? You find solemn children wriggling eyebrows less disturbing than a world with happy music and EVERYTHING CHOCOLATE?)

    All right yes. The chocolate man above is very obviously experiencing multi-orgasms just by holding his chocolate dog and if I’m not wrong he goes on to devour his chochopup. But c’mon. Who, in the face of INFINITE CHOCOLATE SUPPLY, wouldn’t go completely berserk?

    Face it. If it were possible and fat-free, you’d be giving your best orgasm face right now, too.

    Actually that was all. This is just an inane self-amusement to keep me from angst-ing over my chocolate lacking state. IT’S LIKE WHAAA. I didn’t realize our chocolate resource was running low and I forgot to top it up. Now all I have is a stick of Kinder Bueno and half a box of Van Houten’s.

     

    Sigh. :-/

    And this is really random but I learnt it from Stomp! Yeah I know right. That I actually learnt something useful there besides that Singaporeans love picking fights in the bus, clipping nails on the MRT, and having sex in the public.

    Oh well. MAKING HEART SHAPED EGGS IN A FEW EASY STEPS.

    Do this immediately after boiled. The chopstick is pressing down on the egg, by the way. In case the camera does tricks and you’re too thick to realize.

    It becomes like that. ISN’T IT JUST SO ADORABLE AND REDUNDANT!?

    There really doesn’t have much point to it. But the most incredible things in life don’t. I guess you can use this to jio girls, but then again if your relationship is based on heart shaped eggs then it is pretty much doomed to failure. I’m sorry slightly bitchy because of non-chocolately-ness and my inability to spell chocolate right despite it’s recurrence throughout the post.

    GOOD BOY AND GOOD RIDDANCE.

     

    March 6, 2011

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