Conservative Parents

Are your parents conservative or open-minded? I really hate it when I come to know recently that my parents are of those conservative type. Disappointed I was. I really hate it. I mean, okay, let me give you a few examples of how conservative my parents could be.

Does staying at the hotel really means having sex, sex and more sex? Not neccessarily. A few stay at hotels to celebrate their friend's birthday or probably when at night, after movies or supper and you do not have anywhere to go, the first place that comes into your mind is hotel.

Stupid. Plain stupid. Remember the 'drunken' entry? Come on, would I be naked? I was wearing shorts underneath that towel. And does it neccessarily means that I was having sex? Stupid. Plain stupid. So let me reason this out. Sometimes, I stay at hotels because my friends and I have no where to go after movies.

Why not go home after that? You may ask.

Because it's already late at night and my friends and I have no more transportation. We might as well bunk at the nearest hotel till we get the first bus. We're not the kind that would just sleep at the streets till morning.

Can you be more open-minded, silly mum and dad?

Hotel = sex and bad stuffs? Ridiculous. Realy ridiculous.

They ask stupid questions which they can already have the answer in their hands. I mean, where's the trust? Where's the bloody stupid trust?

The more they ask, the more they don't trust me, the more I will feel apart from them. And it will come to the point where I will start to move out. Because I had enough of their ridiculous banterings.

Let me come clean with how I get my extra income. Not many people know I get my other income from my blog apart from my N.S allowance.

"Son, how come your account, money keeps on coming in?" asked my mum.

"Oh, because I earn them through survey." I said.

"Is it reliable? Or is it that you are borrowing people's money?"

Oh for Heaven's sake, I earn them through blogging. I'm thick-skin. I don't borrow money from people. It will only be the other way round where people borrow money from me.

Why isn't there a bit of trust here?

Besides, this is my blog. I uploaded the drunken photo of me to the blog because I know it's still acceptable and the storyline was funny.

But I believe they thought otherwise. Maybe they would be thinking, "Oh my god, my son was drunk? He drink? Did anyone rape him at the hotel?"

What's wrong with old people nowadays? Are they really really very conservative?

Everytime I try to reason things out with them, they thought they were just packs of lies. And the reason for me moving my blog url does not involve me not wanting my parents to read my blog anymore. I moved my url due to the fact that my previous blog was really disorganised.

I've moved here but they thought I would not want to give the url to them. For crying out loud, didn't I state at icyboy85.blogspot.com that I will let my blog url known on 1st February? This is really atrocious.

I've been keeping my cool for quite some time but now, I can no longer bottle them up! I've been pushed to the limit! Really, I've been pushed to the limit.

Come on, I'm 21. I know how to take care of myself. I don't do drugs! I don't drink! I don't have sex! So shut up and trust me.

Still Having Bad Luck

This is insane. I'm still having bad luck even in the new year. Why? Spare me from all this insanity because I'm going bonkers soon. This amount of stress might just kill me. I'm already sick and to top off all that, my parents driving me crazy, I'm 'cashless' and soon you'll be hearing on the newspaper, "Isaac's admitted to the Institute of Mental Health."

Evil twin, "Why would they even want to put you in the papers? You think you who? Zoe Tay ah?"

I thought the only bad luck I had was the food poisoning at the beginning of the year. But soon after, I was thrown off-course from having to worry that I might flung my ATEC tests, worry that I might flung my medic tests, and to have sore throat constantly.

Having not to have a rank sewed on my number four because I still have not passed my IPPT is really stressful. Is not likeI'm not trying my best but I am really weak at my chin-up station. I always thought I'm a letdown to my officer.

But thank god, he's no pushover and he's kind. I'm trying and will keep trying to pass for myself and for my officer. It's really an embarrassment to be the lowest ranking medic in the batallion. Yeah, whatever.

Evil twin, "You're pouring out all your feelings. You're not afraid they might know your true feelings?"

I had enough of shrouding my real personalities from people. I always behave as if I am a happy person but I am not. A few don't understand me well. They can't judge me or say thing about me since they do not know me well.

I'm not gossip-free but who cares.

People tell me that I'm not putting my 100 percent effort in everything I do. So wrong! So so wrong! You fuckers don't know that I will put all my effort if I think it's worth it. I'm not lazy. I just think that certain things I don't need to do at all.

Evil twin, "Wow, you sure get alot of hate mail after this."

I already have. So what if you bombarded me with nasty e-mails? Do you think I care?

Evil twin, "I think you care if not you would not have blog about it."

I'm trying my best to repair the damages I've done. But everytime when I thought I've put things in place, they start to fall apart again. It's like my life is damned. It's like I'm cursed. I'm still feeling sick now while writing this entry.

This sucks. But I'm thankful that I've friends that are supportive of my every decisions. I'm grateful that my signifcant other is always there for me. I'm grateful that I have friends that would lend their helping hand.

I'm a big boy. I don't cry anymore. What stills hold me on is the strong support I have from my significant other, my godbrothers and my friends.

Am I Fat Or Fit?

I am so so fat. Half a year, I've not been having proper exercise. From a six pacs to one bloated tummy.

Can you be brutally honest with me? Am I fat? Or do I look acceptable? I need comments!Comment at the comment box, ya?

When The Good Meet The Bad Twin

I always keep a yellow ball with me. Inside, my evil twin. Yeah, I know it's kind of funny but once, I see a witch and she gave me this ball. She said I can trap anyone I hate in this very ball. I was like, WOW!

I bought the yellow ball at the price of $6519,90. Cool ya?

It was a very sunny weather and I thought maybe I will just let my evil twin out for a moment.

Go evil twin!

And then, the entire premises were engulfed in thick fog.

My evil twin look super cool!

Now, I regret letting him out!

Using Without Paying

Well, this is the first and probably won't be the last. You see, last Sunday, I went to the LAN shop opposite Roxy Square to kill my time by surfing the internet and blogging. So I went through the normal procedure by writing down my name on a book and indicated the time I arrived.

I was with a friend and both of us chose the computers not too far away from the toilet. I still can remember vividly that it was only 8 in the morning. Thank god that there was a 24 hours LAN shop nearby if not we will not know where to go and what to do.

Guess what? We saw a very very very cute Japanese girl. So cute. I believed she is only 4 years old. My friend told me that he felt like pitching her cute chubby cheeks. Maybe more than that for me. I wished I could pull her hair and swing her to the ground. She's so cute!

I want to strangle her and slap her and pinch her hands.

Evil twin, "I don't think you can ever have children."

You see, everytime I see cute children, I thought of doing the same to them too. Seriously, I'm not a sadist.

So I blog and surf porn there to kill my time. I've also decided to change my blog URL. By now, if you're a smart-ass, you should know where I've placed my new blog URL. Smart Hakim found my blog less than a day.

Two hours passed swiftly and it was time for me to leave that disgusting dirty place. I mean the toilet was like so dirty and smelly.

We walked to the counter and realized that it was a different person that was taking care of the shop. I guessed they just changed shift. And that was the time when I decided to do something evil. I had a plan in mind.

Why not just walk out of the shop without paying. No cameras too. I thought.

So I told my friend to walk away and so he did.

The staff turned around and asked me to sign in instead of asking me to pay.

Wait a minute! He didn't even know I already finish surfing. Which means, I can simply walk out too. But stupid me, I told him that I already used and wanted to pay for the usage. I flipped the page and pointed my name to him.

"That will be $3."

I took out my coins and handed them to him.

"You have a friend too who used the computer just now, right?"

"Erm, yes. He is in the toilet."

"Alright." And he looked away.

I pretended to sip on my lemon tea while slowly walked away from the shop. After I thought I was far enough, I started to brisk walk my way to Roxy Square to join my friend who has escaped from paying.

"Wah, save $3 sia!"

I clapped my hands with enthusiasm.

We stopped at the drink stall to get ourselves a drink before walking off. Abruptly, I heard a familiar sound.

Click click click clack click clack!

"That sound..."

I turned back and saw the LAN shop guy walking towards me, "Where's your friend?"

I was stunned. Immediately, I pointed to my friend. Shit! Darn me! We should have walked far far away.

Points to take note, run as far far away as you can.

The Arrival of My Geeky Twin

It only seems like yesterday that I last saw my geeky twin, Corsola Ritz. He was abroad for 4 years studying medicine and now he's back. He's having his school holidays. Good for him, bad for me. I can't afford to be seen with my geeky twin.

He's such a loser. He's not even street-smart. Darn, my freedom.

Look at the way he dresses up; outrageous! Fashion disaster. A mockery to the fashion world. I have to keep a distance from him. We look alike but our fashion styles are totally different.

Corsola, clapping his hands with enthusiasm (he looks like a retard when he does that everytime), asked, "Where are we going?"

"I'm going to leave you at some place for you to rot..."

"Where are we at now?"

With his bloody disgusting high degree glasses, he stared hard at the map to take a closer look where we were at.

He pouted his lips, "Ooo, this is tedious. Look at all the weird names. Jalan Bukit Merah. Jalan Papang. What weird names."

"Right, let me bring you to some nice places, probably the less crowded places," I said.

Corsola adjusted his glasses and looked around for anything that might just interest him. Well, the only thing that interest him are books, books and more books. Girls? Neh.

"Stop right there! Before you go anywhere, buy a ticket. Without a ticket, you can't travel," I shouted.

Corsola took out a 50 dollar note and was ever ready to slot the note into the machine.

"You imbecile! That's for NETS or Giro transactions! I thought you were educated enough to know where to slot that damn 50 dollar note!"

My Number One Enemy

I don't really make enemies. I don't like the feeling. I always feel that everyone is my friend even the grannies on the streets. I like all of you and I mean what I said. All of you out there; I blow kisses to ya all.

But there's only one whom I may want to consider as a sore to my eye. Just one. I don't hate him but now, he's plain disgusting to me. I may consider him as a anti-cupid. He's a gossiper. He's everything bad you asked for.

I shall punish myself for hating someone.

You see, my signifcant other already know about my new blogsite and my significant other knows that I would promote my blog through the means of friendster and IRC(Internet Relay Chat). You don't have to tell my significant other what you saw because my significant other already knew.

1 point to me, 0 to you. You thought you could have the last laugh but I doubt it.

You're an imbecile. Yes, let me repeat, you're an imbecile. Our relationship is as solid as a rock.

This one is for you!

The Cursed Building

Long long time ago, during the early 1960s, stood the tallest building and I mean the tallest. But many people see it as a curse because it was and still is the tallest building in the country. People hated the building so much that they bring whoever they hate to that building to kill them.

The building was cursed!

Standing proud and tall, maybe as tall as Mount Everest. Okay, that's too exaggerating. Nobody dares, till now, to go near that cursed building.

Today,being the brave me, decided to venture into something extraordinary. I'm going to that cursed building! But of course not alone. Jeff accompanied me.

Jeff and I walked to the entrance only to see zombies. They were walking aimlessly, sniffing for blood, searching for food.We decided to take the back entrance of the building. Scary it was.

The weirdest but yet the most funniest thing was that the elevators are still functional. I nearly went bonkers to see all the many numbers.

It goes all the way up to the 66th floor but somehow, the elevator wouldn't want to bring me there. Each time, I pressed the 66th floor button, it wouldn't lit up. It refused to lit up. The elevator refused to bring me to the 66th floor.

59. That was the highest floor the elevator could bring me and Jeff.

We arrived. Weird, there was something hanging at one of the room's door.

I reached out my hand and ...

"No!" Jeff shouted.

It's a booby trap. If you take that, the alarm will be activated and all the zombies will be alerted and we can't get out of here alive!

"I thought zombies are stupid?" I scratched my head.

"Let's go up," suggested Jeff.

Up we go...

It's like neverending. We kept on going up. What will we find? Where will we be at minutes later?

Upon reaching the 67th floor, we noticed something was amiss. We went closer to the door.

The door was locked from the inside. and there were many nails driven to the sides of the door. It was completely sealed.

Why? That was the only question that was filling up my puny brain.

Then we heard noises. As we turned back, there stood one zombie, his hands reaching out to us, groaning.

"Aaaaah! Aaaah... Brrrgh..." groaned the zombie.

I panicked, "Is he communicating with us?"

"Maybe," replied.

"Aaaah! Burgh! Zurr!..." I replied to the zombie.

"... ," Zombie.

I took out a dagger from my pocket and stabbed the zombie's vital point; the head. It tumbled down the stairs.

Run! It was a narrow escape.

Moved ...

I've moved!

Want my new blog add? Ask me @ icyboy85@gmail.com

Or if you have my number, sms to ask me!

My new blog will be known to the public on 1st FEB but if you can't wait that long then do the following above!

A Brave Move; The Change Of Blog

It was a daring move to change my blog site. It took me quite a while and with a few advices from friends and love ones to change my blog url. But I would not want to delete my previous blog site. I still want to see me in the past. I still want to see how I've grown.

I mean with a blogsite name like Icyboy? It's too, -erm-, childish. I still don't get it why I named the blog url Icyboy. It's absurd! Totally. Now, this will be my new home, new blogsite; Issacritz.

Note it's I-S-S-A-C and not I-S-A-A-C.

Imagine when you're walking on the streets and people calling out, "Icyboy! Icyboy!" My god, it will be a total embarrassment. I will be like looking for the nearest soft ground to shove my head into. Icyboy85 is my ever first blog and it is my foundation.

Now, I have to inform tons and tons of people of my new site.

Alright, now, let's picture this. Imagine me walking on the streets and people calling out, "Issac Ritz! Issac Ritz!"

More glamourous right? More nicer right? It's like having multiple orgasm. "Ah! Ah!"

"Hey, that's Issac! Let's buy him a Gucci bag."

"Hey, that's Issac! I want him to suck my beautiful breast..."

"Hey Issac, autograph please!"

"Hey, that's Issac, let's throw rotten eggs at him!"

It's better than people calling me Icyboy.

Let's play pretence. Let's visit the places that we have never been to before Let's go to the extreme. Let me show you how; Issacritz.blogspot.

Stagnant

My blog has come to a standstill. It's not that I don't have the passion to blog anymore but probably, just probably, I've moved to another better place, maybe Heaven.

The Absolute 'Drunken' Boy

Being drunk is good because you tend to forget your sorrows. It's like you are flying like a sparrow so freely in the sky. So you know what? Let's pretend to be drunk.

Must take off shoes first. But do drunkens take off their own shoes or do they need people to take off for them?

How about pants? Do we, drunkens have to take them off ourselves?

So totally freaking naked!

I love being 'drunk'. It's like having multiple orgasm.

Racism; Seperating The Facts From Fiction

Racism has always been both an instrument of discrimination and a tool of exploitation. But it manifests itself as a cultural phenomenon, susceptible to cultural solutions, such as multicultural education and the promotion of ethnic identities.

Tackling the problem of cultural inequality, however, does not by itself redress the problem of economic inequality. Racism is conditioned by economic imperatives, but negotiated through culture: religion, literature, art, science and the media.

... Once, they demonised the blacks to justify slavery. Then they demonised the “coloureds” to justify colonialism. Today, they demonise asylum seekers to justify the ways of globalism. And, in the age of the media, of spin, demonisation sets out the parameters of popular culture within which such exclusion finds its own rationale — usually under the guise of xenophobia, the fear of strangers.

With expanding globalization, the demands for more skilled workers, especially in North America, Europe and elsewhere (while they cut back on education spending themselves, little by little), has led to increased efforts to attract foreign workers — but filtered, based on skill. At the same time, this increases resentment by those in those nations who are not benefitting from globalization.

Additionally, those trying to escape authoritarian regimes etc are finding it harder and harder to get into these countries, due to tighter immigration policies. Hence it is harder to immigrate to the wealthier nations

Immigrants face numerous criticisms and challenges; It is difficult enough often, to get into another nation as mentioned above. If one succeeds, then additional struggles (some to naturally be expected, of course) are faced:

Living in a new country can be daunting, especially when the cultural differences are great.

As a result it can be expected that an immigrant would try to maintain some semblance of their own culture in their new country of stay. Or, due to fears of racism or due to the culture shock it would be expected that immigrant communities would form as a way to deal with this and as a means to help each other through. By doing this, sometimes they face criticism of not integrating and of “sticking with their own kind”;

Yet, on the other hand, if they do integrate in some way, they face critique from certain types of environmentalists and others of contributing to environmental degradation by increasing their consumption to the high levels typical of the host nation.

(And if environmental degradation is the concern, then it would make sense that one of the main issues at hand to address would be the consumption itself and its roots, regardless of who is doing it — in this context.That is, if the host nation had different modes of consumptions, immigrants would likely follow those too.

Hence, singling out immigrants for being a factor in environmental degradation is often unfair, and itself hints of prejudice and of attitudes -intentional or not - almost like “stay out; we want to maintain and not share our lifestyle and standards of living; we recognize it is wasteful but if not too many are doing it, then it is ok” etc.)

For more about these issues of resource consumption, blaming the poor and immigrants etc, see this web site’s section debating population and consumption issues.

So does racism exist in Singapore? What will you do if it ever comes to a point where there will be racial riots? What are your takes?

Temporary Hiatus Till Sunday

I won't be blogging till this coming Sunday. Big updates soon... promise.. Meantime.. 209054833, posb savings. !

isaac fund

pls donate to the ISAAC fund @ 209-05483-3 (posb savings)

i'm not kidding. Any amount will do.

$20, $40, or even any other generous amount will do.

First Bad Fashion Statement Of The Year

What was I thinking?! This is bad fashion. Though I may like the color blue, I certainly look horendous in this shirt! Absolutely horrendous.

I've received alot of negative remarks to regards of this shirt.

"This shirt isn't your type," John.

"Don't go out with me if you're wearing this," Francis.

"If you want to mix and match, please do it well," Hakim.

Jusheng suggested me to buy this shirt! I was definitely highly against it. I swear this won't happen again. Bleah!

Empowering The New Confident Me

Get it right, I was too timid to voice out my opinion and I was to afraid to do stuffs that I really want to do. Now, after being counselled and adviced by my close friends and significant other, I shall be more brave and confident.

I will always bottle up my feelings. I find it hard to express myself to others at times. And most of my friends said they hardly see me smile when I am photographed. Why? Because I am not confident enough.

I used to have stage fright. Often I have to give speeches and when I am nervous, I slutter towards the beginning but manage to calm myself down and deliver a smooth speech only towards the ending.

Now, I've learnt to be more confident about myself.

Expect to be nervous.

Even experienced speakers get nervous. Instead of trying to eliminate your jitters, turn them into energy you can use to boost your delivery. A TV talk host asked Broadway star Carol Channing, "On opening night, do you get nervous?" She replied, "I don't call it nervousness - I prefer to call it concentration."

Prepare.

Knowing what you are going to say and why you want to say it will give you confidence. (If you attempt to give a speech without being prepared, you should be nervous. It's your body's way of saying, "You fool, don't ever do this to me again.")

Practice.

Seek out supportive audiences. Speak in small forums where less is at state -- at a staff meeting or a PTA meeting. Join Toastmasters. or take a Dale Carnegie course. Work with a coach. Just get up in front of people over and over again. Keep doing it.

Breathe.

In the thirty seconds before you begin speaking, take three slow, deep breaths through your nose, filling your belly. As you breathe out, say to yourself, "Relax."

Rehearse.

Rehearse your speech three or four times. Stand up as you practice your speech out loud. Walk around as you speak. Practice in front of a full-length mirror. Don't try to memorize your speech or give it word for word. Practice talking it through, point by point. Imagine you're explaining yourself to someone who cares about you.

Be positive.

Give yourself a pep talk. "I'm just learning how to do this. I have what it takes to learn how to speak well."

Focus on your audience.

Most stage fright is rooted in self-preoccupation. ("How am I doing?" "Am I making any sense?" "Am I making a fool of myself?") Stop focusing on yourself. Focus, instead, on your audience and on how your speech is going to help them. ("How are you doing?" "Do you get this?" "Can you hear me?")

Simplify.

Most beginning speakers try to accomplish too much in a single speech. Then they worry about leaving something out or losing their train of thought. Aim, instead, to communicate what your audience can hear and understand in the limited time you have. Keep it short and simple.

Visualize success.

Practice relaxation techniques in the days before your presentation. Lie down or sit comfortably in a quiet place. Breathe slowly. Close your eyes. Scan your body, consciously relaxing any tense muscles. Imagine your upcoming speaking engagement. Picture yourself speaking with confidence. Make the details as sharp as possible, involving every sense.

Connect with your audience.

Make the audience your allies. Talk to individuals before your presentation to get to know a few of them. Look them in the eye as you speak to them, one person at a time. If you can get your audience to identify with you, your job as a speaker becomes much easier and you can relax. (See "How to Connect with Your Audience.")

Act confident.

Most people won't see how nervous you are. (They can't tell if your palms are sweating or your knees are knocking or your heart is pounding.) So don't tell them. As they say in Alcoholics Anonymous, "Fake it 'til you make it." Smile. Hold your chin up. Stick your chest out. Look confident, even if you don't feel it. After awhile you'll begin to feel it too.

Learn from your mistakes.

Accept your mistakes as part of the learning process. (What skill have you ever learned perfectly the first time through?) Scott Adams, creator of Dilbert, said, "Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep."

Recovering From The Aftermath

After being hit by a string of severe bad luck in a day yesterday, it's finally over. Someone, I tell you, someone, deposited $40 into my other bank account. Who would be that kind-hearted to give me money willingly?

Evil twin, "Your significant other la!"

No leh, my significant other said no. Maybe, maybe it's my mother. I don't know. Maybe it's her. Maybe it's my dad. Maybe after reading my blog, they pity me and give me money. Maybe it's my blog readers.

Evil twin, "No leh, you did not give your account number to them leh."

POSB Savings, 209-05483-3, there you go. Please donate to the Isaac Ritz fund. It will do you good. The more you donate, the more entry I write.

Evil twin, "Cheapo! Slut!"

Must donate hor.

I'm glad that my beloved love one is slowly recovering. She's still in the ICU but she's recovering.

After messaging and pouring all my woes to my company medic to regards of how worried I am about the ATEC's examination, how worried I am to regards of letting him down, how worried I am to be a complete failure, my company medic reassured me everything will be alright.

I'm happy at times like this when I am emotionally unstable, there are still friends, and I mean real friends, to be there for you.

M5 Concept

I don't usually check my friendster accounts. For your info, I have 4 friendster accounts. Bloody me, I didn't check for months. Thus, I didn't know that m5Concept contacted me. They private messaged me but only today, I seen it.



How ah? 09 December leh. Now already January 23.

Can send me that message again, M5Concept?!

Click on it to see the full view photo if you can't see it la!

But if you are bloody lazy, then just read from here.

William wrote:

Hi! We are presently searching for new faces and talents to be groomed as our inhouse artistes and/or models in year 2007. Just felt that you are potential and photogenic, and wonder if you are interested to become part of our family.

We had done quite a number of TVC Ads, Prints, Magazines, Performances and Fashion Shows in year 2006. And now it time for us to recruit in new members into our group.

You may visit our website at www.m5concept.com for more information or leave us your number so that we can arrange an appointment with you to come down to our office for further discussion if you are interested.

Thanks for your time in reading and hope to hear from you soon. Thanks and regards.

Readership Ratings

It's better than not to have anyone read my blog, ya?

It's only half day and it's already 3000+. I'm impressed with myself.

Yesterday, my readership was as low as 6000. Aiyah, I don't care about all this anymore. I'm just happy there's still people who read my blog but I was really impressed with the 3000 mark at 1pm. This week, I've so many things planned. So I hope nothing goes wrong!

My fingers fat man! Oh my god! Oh my god! Recently, I am having this happy punk cum rocker mood in me!

Stop Saying I'm Happy

They always say, "hey, aren't you lucky that you are always happy and you don't always have to worry."

You think I'm not human is it? I worry too and I worry about alot of things. Sometimes I could get into the state of being emotionally unstable.

One of the medical center clerk once told me, "Hey, you're not happy."

I said why and how did he manage to tell.

I can't really remember what he said but he knew from the way I talked to him previously. He knew that I was a sad person.

"You're crazy. I'm always happy."

You're deceiving yourself. You can deceive others but not yourself, Rizal." he said.

Today, I feel really emotionally unstable. Alot of things are going through my mind. Now, I have to make a trip to Changi General Hospital.

I'm stressed out that I can't get along well with my other two platoon medics. I am stressed out that I have maxed out my expenditure for this month. I am stressed out that I might not ace the ATEC's examinations. I am stressed out that I might let my company medic down. I am stressed out that I spent $13,431 this month.

I am stressed out that I can't pass my IPPT till now and that I've let my officer down. Am I a weakling? Am I a failure?

Just now, I sat down and broke into tears as for someone whom I dearly love was being pushed to the ICU.

I need GOD to guide me as for I feel so vulnerable right now.

p/s: I took urgent off for tomorrow. Anything, please call my handphone.

ShoutOuts

I would like to say a very big Hello to my mum and dad! They read my blog too! And to my friends in Australia and Denmark!

And the biggest hello and thanks to one of the very very famous blogger who has been reading my blog too. You know who you are la.

I got this very cool program that can track who reads my blog, when they read my blog and for how long they idled in my blog. It's also good to know that those people I thought wouldn't read my blog read my blog, let's take my ex(s) for example. My ex(s) are constantly reading my blog like everyday.

And it's sad to know those whom you thought read your blog do not read your blog anymore already.

My blog isn't that interesting to begin with. But who cares!

Act Dumb

The dumb blonde is a popular-culture stereotype typically applied to people with blonde hair color, most frequently women. The archetypical "dumb blonde", while attractive and popular, lacks both common street-sense and academic intelligence, often to a comedic level.

Numerous actresses have played characters labelled as "dumb blondes", famously including Marilyn Monroe, Suzanne Somers (primarily for her role as Chrissy Snow on Three's Company), and Goldie Hawn (for her persona on the variety show Laugh-In.

Country music chaunteuse Dolly Parton, aware of this occasional characterization of her, has used it to her own benefit, performing songs such as Dumb Blonde. More recently, Jessica Simpson and Paris Hilton, have both been characterized as dumb blondes due to their public personas, which are portrayed by popular culture as promiscuous and self-absorbed.

There is a common category of jokes that employ the dumb-blonde stereotype for their effect. They usually involve a situation in which a blonde performs a random or dangerous act because she misconstrued the meaning of the words describing the act, to comedic results. Another variation employs two blondes, one as the recipient of the other's stupid question,only to give an even more ridiculous answer herself.

I would like to make people think that I'm really dumb. Well, being or acting dumb could be quite fun at times.

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

Worried For Them

I may look happy and all but deep inside me, I worry about alot of things. I kept on worrying about even the smallest things that it makes me hard to sleep at night. I worry things that even do not concern me.

Last week was really hectic especially in camp. I worry for my company medic. I am afraid that due to the workload that was thrown to him, he might just stress himself out. But I know he's capable of keeping himself grounded.

I can see that though a few around me may seem happy but when at a few particular times when I saw them alone, I saw their sad face. They are brave people because they don't tell their sadness and grieveness to anyone.

I worry for Yahn. He's been staying out for almost a week now. I worry if he have enough cash to last him for the next few days. I would ponder of where he will be right now or maybe later or probably at night.

Sometimes, they say I don't show enough concern to others. But it's not true. It's just you don't see me showing my concern. At this rate, being worried for others and worrying for me, myself, I may just be the first to breakdown.

Did you ever hear that saying, "Don't worry, be happy"? It's a nice saying but how do you stop from worrying? Is it possible just to forget all my problems and be happy? How should I deal with worry?

To solve this problem we need first to define what we mean by worry and contrast or compare that definition to being "concerned" about something. For our purposes, I will define worry as an anxious condition produced by the inability to control the circumstances, direction, or outcome of one's life or the life of someone else.

The key word in this definition is the word "control". The person who worries wants to control the circumstances of their life or another's and becomes frustrated and anxious when they find that they can not do so.

Concern, on the other hand, I define as the righteous care or consideration that the circumstances, direction or outcome of one's or another's life accomplishes the will of God. Notice that the word control is missing from this definition. Instead, the word righteous is found in this definition. The person who is concerned about the welfare of another as compared to being worried about it, will act in a righteous manner.

Since worry seeks to controls all the events or circumstances of someone's life, they must then be desirous of some of the prerogatives of God. In effect, the person who worries seeks to be their own little god of the own life. For the worrier, this is necessary because they simply do not have confidence in God that He will bring about the desires outcome of events.

Worry then, is simply a lack of faith in the passion of God for His people, or the power of God for the accomplishment of His will. As such, it must be recognized as sin.

But thanks to yoga and meditation, I'm still one piece.

Building Of Tentage; Pasir Ris Park

This is the first I am bunking at the outdoors. Well, it wasn't that bad. Lucky for me, my significant other wasn't that fussy about bunking at the beach.

Evil twin, "Other way round lor. You're the fussy one always."

Building the tentage wasn't that difficult either.

Perfect spot!

Opening up the tentage and laying it on the ground.

Then slowly, we built the tent.

I thought it would be really small but when I went into the tent, it was really really big.

Very big in the inside!

Peace sign again.

And again.

I am ashamed of myself for not being able to cook well. My significant other is a great cook.

I took another photo of the tent in the day so that you can clearly see how big the tent was.

Luckily, it didn't rain the night we camped.

But I was attacked by many ants. I wonder how they got in.

I forgot to bring my toothbrush and toothpaste.

Evil twin, "Eww!"

The puppy very cute hor?

Anyway, it was quite a rush for me since I had to meet Jeff to go to Pipi's house afterwards.