Screwed Up

Parade --> Work --> Parade --> Work --> Parade -->ICT

One shit day after another.

Damn pissed off.

There is absolutely nothing to look forward to.

Everyday is a struggle.

Japanese Elementary Test 2 (21/06/09)

牛轧糖&圆圆，

你们还是乖乖地读书吧，别指望靠我的答案了，因为我根本就没温习 :)

一起择期重考吧，哈哈！

Bintan Trip, 6 June - 7 June 09

I'm back from the tropical paradise of Bintan Lagoon~

As promised, here are the photos that I would like to share with you guys.

My traveling companions: Cissy, Jonathan, Qiurong and Elaine

View through the ferry's window

Kiasu fuckers queuing up before ship is fully secured. They stood there like morons for 10 minutes.

Inside the Bintan Lagoon Coach

Arrival at the Resort: Welcomed by a traditional Malay Dance

The Lobby

Room: The Beds

Room: The Table

Room: The bathroom

Our Resort: Bintan Lagoon

The swimming pool from far

Passing by the pool

Restaurant by the beach

Finally, the beach

Blue sky and the azure sea

Time for a group photo. Woot!

Me~

The sweltering sun

Back to the resort for dinner

Played the King's game after having our cup noodles for dinner.

Not a night that I wish to remember.

Bintan, Here I Come!

I'm leaving for Bintan in 4 hours' time.

Would like to share my pictures when I'm back.

Hopefully, it will be an enjoyable trip!

缺点

我这个人太情绪化，又不会收敛自己的情绪，所以往往伤害了周边的人。

喝了酒，更糟糕。

对不起。

I better not drink again.

Zouk

A club emblazoned with funky swiveling lights, and mist that delude patrons into thinking they are in a surreal paradise.

Add in the loud music, hot women and intoxication of alcohol.

The perfect formula for madness.

My experience could be aptly summarised in 8 words:

灯红酒绿，醉生梦死

The sight of the dancing horde made me wonder about many things:

1) Are their lives so sad/ tense that they resort to chilling out in hell?
2) Don't these people have to work the following morning? Hello, it's 3am already.
3) Do these people even have a future?

My first clubbing experience was bad. I'm never going to a club again.

And just in case you were wondering: Nope, I didn't dance. I stood by a corner, watching Jonathan, Cissy, Madeline and another Cissy indulge themselves in the euphoric atmosphere. Dancing isn't my thing. And more importantly, I needed to sober up.

It may be a paradise for many, but definitely not mine.

Getting Drunk

There are many different types of drunk, I heard. Some sad. Some happy. Some laugh. Some cry.

I happen to be a laughing drunk.

I was laughing, but I wasn't happy.