Good Morning! You're listening to Divine Jams on Radio Heatwave with me, Fuzz. And me; Jamie!

And the feminist radio magazine was finally submitted on Wednesday afternoon, 3 hours past the deadline. Having mastered the art of Pro Tools within a mere span of 3-4 weeks, I now crown myself Protools Queen. Nobody does it like I do.

Of course, I couldn't have reached the level of royalty without my ever-trusted groupmate, Jamie. You rock my socks off, baybee. So here's to 4 weeks of Protools, fucken DAWs (digital audio workstations), The Color Purple, You make Me Sick, Vox Pops, screwed MD players, sig tunes and REWIIIIIIIIND.

"F-off lah, B-i-t-c-h!" So said Harold Bangras.

Q: What do you get when you put a media management lecturer; who used to be in CNBC & Newsradio, who also has a thing against the School of [Fucken] Interdisciplinary Studies & a class of year 2 mass comm; half of whom feed on gossip.

A: Bitching.

After 5 entire weeks of media management, this has got to be the only tutorial when I wasn't bored to tears. That was probably because we had a class discussion and the fact that there is institutionalized discrimination against FMS students & staff. Pretty bastardized, come to think about it. We don't get as much funding, we don't get as much priviledges, we don't get much say into things that will eventually affect us.

Bastardized assholes.

FMS really can't help it if we're smarter than all those Engineering [ & QMS & MOT & business] pieces of crap Hu wRiTe LyKe dIs! FMS deserve more funds & better systems.

Fucktards.

Daaaaaaayung sampan, dayung, dayung sampan.....

Some people really need to take a look at the mirror & take a reality check. Poor Halawah. I swear, if he continues to terrorize you, I'll sock him. And make him row his blinking sampan away.

Anoynymous taggers

I really find anonymous tags amusing. It's funny how these people try to insult you and actually compliment you in the end. Taking the lastest example, which I think is still on my tagboard, "you fashion conscious freak"- as the tagger mentioned actually compliments me. Because, darling, all I'm taking in from that tag of yours is that I look like i spanking good effortlessly.

Thanks, ah.

And it's really funny how they wanna insult you and don't leave their name/ email/ blog add. At least I've got the guts to tell the people I can't stand/I think are pain in the asses off in their faces. And baby, if I called you ugly, I'm not just saying that you look ugly [which i really do reckon you are], you've got an attitude to match as well.

You're all part of the insipid masses who don't realise there's more to existing then the next sequal of Spiderman.

Oh. And don't bother tagging me, telling me that I don't practice what I preach. Fuck you, lah. At the end of the day, I'm the one who's gonna answer to God, not you. So, fuck off and mind your own little pathetic lives. You're wasting my bleeding time.

And at that note, if you don't like me, tell me that in the face, especially the one who tagged. Of course, I know you're too pathetic to even try, right.

I love politics. I fight fire with a bleeding fire extinguisher- because I'm smart. I'm a smart, manipulative, stubborn bitch. Cross my path and I'll make sure you'll fall so hard, you wish you never met me, you ugly bitch. Hah. Fuckeeeeers.

Of Suzanne Chan, Days of Lost Sunlight & Striking Oil...

I'm doing a bleeding literature review on internet & singaporeans. Thank God I'm doing it with Harlie. It's like a fucken isearch paper with a fucked topic. WELL. Like it. Since we've to read books. Only this time, I really don't give a damn about the topic. pfuit. screw the world.

Because I still like him. Pfuit.

I'm a mess of goobley gook and it's not good. Let me say that again. NOT GOOD.

Sigh.

Because I think it pisses God off  when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it.