There will currently be no more updates on thedoublefs. Alternatively, you can follow me on Twitter to keep in touch with my life because my Facebook will be pretty dead soon. Happy new year anyway. Till then, whenever, wherever. kthxbye.

This is the atmosphere Singapore lacks of, thus the comments about a dull 2010 Christmas or a lack of festive mood on Twitter. But I had a value-creating Xmas with great company at various locations. Happy 80th Anniversary, SSA!

Just as much as I’m concerned about my outlooks, I’m honestly contented with myself. Call me vain, short, whatever. But basically, I must say this. Since I’m an athlete, I don’t ask for more, like mega boobies or super sexy body like Megan Fox or Jennifer Hewitt. Born an athlete, I’m blessed with a nice figure(albeit tad short), toned out tan and reasonable features. I don’t need plastic noses, because the very least I have a decent nose bridge, I have big eyes complimented with sharp double eyelids (sometimes triple) and a nice megawatt smile. Sounds like I’m obsessed with my outlooks but anyway, I am satisfied with myself in general because an athlete doesn’t need ultra big assets that wouldn’t aid her in running or swimming faster. Nor does she need such hot body that’s only fit for modelling like Rebecca Tan (Omg, I must say she’s extremely chio). I have everything, no missing ear or boob or uneven eyebrows, so I need no more. But some people are of exception.

I was watching the latest videos on Clicknetwork.tv and I came across this episode of some girl called Qiu Qiu getting boob jobs. You can watch it here. I should say she deserves this sponsored boob job cos though it sounds like she’s unequal, at least she’s got the height to be a model yet only lacks boobs to compliment her figure. I’m trying to put forth this. If you don’t have the height, don’t bother showing off your ‘giant’ B/C cup boobs. It’d make you look even shorter, seriously. Worse still, if you have thunder thighs, please, just stay at home. Don’t give me the “everyone must be treated equally” logics cos I don’t buy that. The worse scenario is that you’re born with such spaced apart eyes that if they were higher up your head, you could have qualified as a frog. The most atrocious thing is that you’re obese too. God, for fuck sake, if you have all these three, please just head to North Korea. This also brings me to the issue of this website that I find it rather amusing. Under ‘About Us’, this is what the blog owner writes:

I don’t really know if you can read it but if you’re a plus size, DO something about it. Exercise. If you’re so lazy, go for slimming programs. Its worth every fucking dollar of yours because not only you will blend into the society and dance in clubs freely, you get to don beautiful dresses that you’ve eyed on for years. NOT open this customized clothe store that would only encourage fat, ugly, lazy people spend their money that could have been saved for slimming treatments but to seek this as another alternative to be beautiful. Look, if you’re fat and ugly, NOTHING will make you pretty. Not even make up can cover all that fats on your cheeks. Beautiful dresses that requires you to expose your collars would turn out horrifying, just like seeing Miley Cyrus do a striptease in front of you. Your fats would be squeezed out, and when you walk a few steps, you perspire like you’ve just accomplished your first1.6km run, which ultimately ruins your dress because you stained it with greasy armpits and sweaty palms. Is that worth it?

So, if you’re fat, go shed off those pounds. No excuses. And if you’re short, but blessed with nice assets, if you want to flaunt it, don’t complain about lechers staring at your boobies because you asked for it, but I reiterate, it will only make you look shorter.If you’re fat, short and ugly, sorry, just head to Timbatu Islands right away. I don’t know where that is, but you can always figure it out.

I know I haven’t been diligently updating but that’s cos I took a sabbatical from the keyboard due to my incessant mugging of theory books that requires no typing. Ok, I’m kidding. I’m no mugger-toad anyway, which probably explains my mediocre grades I’ve received in college. I guess life must have been really boring and you’re still suffering post-As syndrome because you’re reading this entire incoherent post than the stack of newspapers your mom has been nagging at you to read for months. I guess knowing about other’s lifestyle would appeal more to you than what the Wikileak saga or royal wedding is all about.

Recently I haven’t exactly caught up with life yet cos I’ve been instructed to study for my driving theories. Its mundane but it’s yet common sense at the same time. C’mon, you’ve been travelling on the road for the past 18 years, there’s probably nothing you wouldn’t know on the streets. Even my 4 year old niece would know that pedestrians take priority on the road. I’m just saying. Basically, besides memorizing stuff such as technical know-hows, I don’t even want to study the stupid theory books anymore. “Girls are meant to be driven, not drive.” I quoted that from Jem’s tweet.

Currently I’m helping my mom to do more read up on Taiwan before we backpack again. Mom has gone for a two weeks recce so she’s rather familiar with their roads and transportation lines. I love backpacking. You travel freely without time limits, without any boundaries set by travel agencies. And most importantly, you don’t have to freaking get your lazy asses up at 5am in the morning or turn in by 8 or 9pm when the night is actually still young to enjoy. Backpacking is budget, yes, but you’ll probably feel less tight on schedule as compared to tour groups which are after all, more expensive.

Anyway, Clement’s returning on Saturday from his ‘backpack’ trip but I’ve got an exam that’s worth a hundred and ten bucks to sit for. Stupid but I have to pass it. Meanwhile, I’m going for a jog, and then cycle to Safra for my swim with my elder sibling. Fingers crossed for no sudden divine intervention. Tata!

Happy Birthday Meg! ♥

And now I have to frickin wait for months till the second part is released. Part one ended abruptly. It was like what, Voldie stole Dumbledore’s elderwand from his graveyard, pointed to the sky and zapped into the sky. Lame, all you need is powerful beams of light to create that effect. Just take a look at the “Tribute in Light” art installation in memory of the fallen WTC Towers and you’ll get what I mean.

Now to wait for part two…

Two days ago I celebrated my day with my gals, Clem and Ben over at Lava East cos Hard Rock cafe fucked up its bookings. We still had fun regardless. Anyway, the moral story of the day is that we all love Barcadi. Erm not really, but I suppose so. (Cos J wanted another bottle after we ended out celebration at Starbucks but the counter girl refused to sell it to us since it was past 12 midnight.) Bitch.

Oh and one more thing. Because youth is filled with a penchant for stupidity and immoral acts, I would proudly declare we love horcruxes as well, cos we’d definitely ace that subject(or topic) than our History or Econs combined. But I strongly believe Hogwarts’s owls couldn’t survive the grueling hours of flight to Singapore and therefore left our letters undelivered for years. And finally, thank god Xuan donned a cardigan that day. Very paiseh to mention it but thanks to our klutz we always have fun. Hahaha. Looking forward to our next birthday bash: Meg’s. Heard its gonna be at Resort World. More Barcadi till then.

Happy 18th birthday:)!

on this very special day, your parent’s union brought forth into this world someone very unique and irreplacable to me. Someone whom i cannot do without, someone who has literally coloured my life ( white hairs and pen scribblings ,dearest ). You came into this world, brought many joys to others, but all changed when i met you. Bright and radiant, full of zest, you made me a better person. You, with your irresistable smile and contageous laughter, turned me from a cocky brat into someone more decent. You are my Dota. Without you, life still does go on, but i really doubt its worth living it. You are my Dota, without you, i get an itch. Without you, i crave and pine for you deeply. And mostly,without you, my wallet would never have the big hole it has today *wink*.

Thankyou for being my girl, bringing so much energy into my otherwise bland and lifeless years.

Thankyou for being my closest friend, who is always brutally honest and never fail to point out how i should practice maths or lose weight.

Thankyou for being my Dota, my reason for living, my sole joy and pleasure.

So on this very special day, to commemorate the moment where you came into this world to make me whole, i want to thank you. For all you have done, are doing, and will do. Enjoy your special day while it lasts:)

because the day you can coerce me into blogging without sufficient protest from me only comes once a year.

I love you,

always, even if it doesnt seem like it, or when i dont say it, or when we scream at each other, always.

Clement.

The LIGHT OF YOUR LIFE, FIRE OF YOUR LOINS.HAHAHAHHA

*hides underneath the table*

So I went ice skating with Clement, Jess and Jolene on Friday. It was fun, and being an amateur skater I fell twice throughout that two hours. Not bad I should say, when I first learnt roller blading from my godbro I fell almost every five meters, and by the time I ended my session I went home with bruises all over. Similarly in dota, my first attempt at it I died twelve times, till the OTHER opponents told me that my presence did not make much difference to their winnings. How pathetic.

Also, I learnt from my friend in YJC that their school offers a retest for their students who fail their promos. And he mentioned that their retest paper is extremely easy so as to ensure a large number of passes. Same goes to CJ and AJ, but I’m not too sure about that though. Besides, Daryl told me the YOG players in RJ are given a conditional promotion despite their extremely lousy grades, while our YOG player in MJ has to retain. I feel really sorry for him. MJ sure knows how to build their reputation as a ‘most-number-of-retain-students’ college. Not forgetting advance students are a plentiful too. Not too good to hear though.

On top of that, if you don’t fair well at the A levels, you’re seriously gg-fied. Its like you’re either gonna get a job that no one wants because its really boring to do it for the rest of your life, with a rather unappealing pay. Spell unfortunate please.

Anyway, I’m aiming to get itouch 4th Generation!! Its tad ex, but I think it will be worth spent. Sorry, I’m not a conformist, I just think that its really really practical and useful for IT idiots like me because Apple products are rather easy to use! Teehee!

Oops, a very incoherent post.

Definitely worth your time to read.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.– At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

An excerpt from my beloved sibling’s personal blog:

“I must first apologise for being such a rude, selfish bitch because I’m going to say a lot of mean things in this post.

Yes. We discussed the matter yesterday before. And with the rush of everything else, I didn’t think about it until later last night.
So I went back, and re-read (and rethought about) those messages thinking that perhaps I’d overthought it.. perhaps it was just him being friendly and nice as he always is. Maybe I’m overreacting.

But then I see those messages again. You’re flirting with her. When I saw those messages I had this feeling of unease for the longest time before I actually put a name to it. You’re flirting. Flirting madly with her, and it doesn’t look like you were doing it unconsciously. You’re actually enjoying it aren’t you? Having fun with her? Don’t tell me you aren’t. You like her. I can tell. I’m not a female for nothing. You keep saying you will watch your behaviour. This isn’t the fucking first time. And what the fuck do you mean by watch your behaviour (or I promise I would not talk to her anymore. You’re implying that you don’t know your doing it. Really? I don’t think so. Your responses just scream that you’re OH so enthusiastic about meeting her keeping in touch with her. I think she’s a nice girl. I (will) have nothing against her (if she STOPS being sucha butterfly and asking stupid questions). She probably knows you have a girlfriend. But YOU are the one encouraging her to meet you till late unnecessarily. Fuck you.  I don’t understand why you cannot tell her that your girlfriend is not happy, so you can’t will not meet her (anymore behind her back). WHY. I FUCKING DO THAT. How many times have I turned down other people to meet you? how many fucking times? You don’t know, or you choose not to know?

I have completely lost trust in you and I will not ever believe you 100% ever again. You abused this trust and you’re not going to get it back (because you abused it thrice). No matter how much (or) whatever emotional blackmail you can conjure up, I am, again, inclined to believe that you’re faking it (and trying to brush off your blase attitude). I’m fucking sick of having to deal with your acting, which to your credit you seem to be quite skilled at.

There’s something I want to say so badly but couldn’t bear to. I’m just gonna say it here again. You like her so much? SO keen on offering her help unwilling to give up a sneaky friendship? Go then. Go and get together with her and SEE if she can deal with your fucking childish ignorant behaviour and fucking incessant emotional blackmail that you use every single day argument. You’re so fucking childish that I’m not the only one who’s irritated with you. My friends saw your walking to and fro empty promises. They got annoyed too. They think you’re being ridiculous, Which you fucking are.

Fuck la I’m so fucking pissed off but I also feel like bursting into tears. Why ah? You’re not even worth it. “

Boys boys boys. Why are they always up to no good? This can seriously be used as a template with minor corrections. Boys are all the same. Sorry, I’m a stereotyper.

Clement, why you no listen to me? Why you so naughty?

I tried to be perfect
But nothing was worth it
I don’t believe it makes me real
I’d thought it’d be easy
But no on believes me
I meant all the things that I said

If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own

This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don’t know how it got so bad
Sometimes it’s so crazy that nothing could save me
But it’s the only thing that I have

If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own

(On my own!)

I tried to be perfect
It just wasn’t worth it
Nothing could ever be so wrong
It’s hard to believe me
It never gets easy
I guess I knew that all along

If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own

Hi guys, I just retrieved my laptop from my cousin this evening.

Upon cleaning up my C and D drives, I realised my WARCRAFT III IS STILL THERE! After days of boredom and failed attempts to hit the books, I finally found something better to learn and do apart from Maplestory or Pokemon of which society does not condone such childish games (I presume), so here I am, back to basics of WC and fighting against fugly monsters that strikingly resembles some muthafarkers. It sucks, but I’m pretty sure Clement would grin reading this(the former). So till A levels are over, I have pretty lots of time to get accustomed to it. Till I reinstall my Garena, I’m gonna be a closet gamer. But nevertheless, Gossip Girls and PK are worthy of my time too…

Soon enough, you’d hear me say in my sleep: “Faster! Room 32!”/ “Join my game! You host!”/ “KNN, you @#$%^!”

Okay, I’m just kidding.