yeah well.

i went for the safety course.

there was this really horrible part of it.

we were shown pictures of accidents in the shipyard, and the pictures were like an m18 movie.

thumbs were dangling, fingers separated from bones and stuff.

there was even a toilet one, where apparently one of those idiots who stood on toilet bowls broke it and ripped his ass on it. the cut wasn't just a cut, it was totally fucking gaping and shit.

i totally cringed at the photos.

gag. there should be fucking warnings next time.

and i've got my safety supervisor course in a month's time...

today's a day of receiving things.

i've gotten my shipyard safety cert, so i can go into shipyards already (not like i don't go to the batam one often enough).

i've gotten my driver's license. yes! the card! so.. those ppl who have been sitting in my car, you've been driven around by someone who passed her driving test, could drive, but had not receive her actual license yet. and she lost her paper one. lol.

and i've received my lostprophets hoodie. on the website the streaks were PURPLE. now when i receive it it's PINK. hello. not everyone likes pink. but i shall still wear it. since it's LOSTPROPHETS. and a tribute to lee's pink stage.


and i'm being forced off gh3. so i have time to type this. stupid mother who hogs the tv. and stupid sister who hogs the tv before that.

i love crumbles.


having a white chocolate yoghurt crumble, courtesy of gastronomia now.

yeah well. anyway. more of the thing about my mother not understanding NO.

she kept asking me if i wanted to go to batam, because the shipyard we're working at was hosting a dinner last night.

i was saying things like, 'i don't feel like', 'i don't want', 'must i really go' and stuff like that (because all i wanted to do was go home and play guitar hero).

well. my mom asked me to the point where she was halfway home going to bath, then she called me, ask me again, with me giving the same replies, then she said, "I'M COMING BACK TO FETCH YOU SO YOU CAN GO."

like the total ultimate WHAT THE FUCK.

what's the point of asking me just so that you can force me to go?


anyway, the dinner thing was pretty ok. we only stayed for an hour's plus cause we had to catch the last ferry. food wasn't BAD. and there was a fireworks show that lasted longer than bloody national day. and nearer too. near to the point where sometimes, if the firework wasn't shot properly, it came down very near us. and by very near, i meant you-could-totally-see-the-sparks-at-eye-level-or-lower kind of near. so. there were fireworks that were shooting right above our heads and we could feel the remnants of them dropping down and hitting us. i was actually pretty freaked out by the point where we saw how bloody near the stuff was. but the entire thing cost like ten thousand bucks. which in batam was like sixty million. and that was a lot.


by the way, there's this place in paragon, GASTRONOMIA, which has totally amazing food. it's not a restaurant, but a place where you take away stuff. their cakes are AWESOME, their scones are DELICIOUS, their pizzas ROCK, their cupcakes CHOCOLATEY, and their meringues OH-SO-GOOD. and they still have sandwiches and chocolates and stuff. seriously. go check them out.
the tiramisu is god-damned good. i had only a bite yesterday because i was so full, but i'm going to enjoy the rest of the box later. haha. and their selection of cakes is LARGE. i stared and stared and i think i haven't finished seeing all the options because there were too many to choose from. but i chose some yoghurt crumble and tiramisu. YUM!

have you heard of anyone getting scolded for angpaos?

well not exactly scolding, but my dad was complaining that i never keep my angpaos properly, and what if someone steals them and blah blah blah.


watched juno last night. it's a good movie!

go catch it if you can.

i'm going to be the craziest eighteen year old out there. (it's not my birthday yet. so i CAN say i'm eighteen.)

my mom signed me up for a fucking shipyard safety course.

be prepared to see me rocking out in safety boots and helmet.

my nose is like a bloody dust detector now.

put me near dusty areas, and i'll start sneezing away for you.

haha. ian watkin's like me.

he can't grow sideburns too!

damn. i'm playing gh to the extent where when i listen to songs, i imagine the buttons and the strumming.

and sometimes, i dream of the tv screen.

there's a company called KNS TRANSPORT SERVICES.



or something like that. but i'm very sure about the KNS part.



haha. i nearly laughed out loud when i saw the shirt...

i just bought guitar hero 3 and will be spending all my free time playing it.

so if you call me, and i don't pick up, you'll know what i'm doing. wait a few minutes, and i'll call you back.

now i'm hoping they'll re-release guitar hero 1, 2 and encore for Wii. i need new songs.

and i think i'm going to get rock band when the Wii version comes out.


damn. i'm getting addicted.

when i can't play the game, and have to go to work, i spend my time looking for tips.


i'm not getting addicted. i AM addicted. haha.

i'm in love with superstars.

i don't understand why people have such a fascination with romeo and juliet.


i never thought the story was romantic.

i admit, i like reading stories/novels/plays where the one or both of the couple ends up dead (must be something sadistic in me), but i don't find it... romantic.

i just like sad endings. maybe i like the ache?


but still. romance? bah.

i found out who i was emoting during the years when i had my hair/fringe covering my face.


it was lee gaze.

and i used the same phone as him as well.



*goes off in fan-girl mode*

anyway.

i was driving one night, and i had aiden on the stereo.

stopped at the red light, looked around, and saw some guy with 'AIDEN' on his helmet (he was on his bike).


i started smiling. and drove off.

note to self: never leave your passport in your jeans.

or anything washable.




at least it got me out of a trip to batam. haha.

though i kind of feel bad about it seeing that my parents had to carry stuff by themselves.

oops.