My Life is Over

This post is exactly as the title states. My life is most definitely over, not that I managed to live a good one anyway.

By life I do mean playing all day and skipping all lectures, doing things I can only do while I’m in school such as not sleeping, doing homework and gaming all day. Now, I barely have any of the above and am scarcely clinging onto my gaming life.




With all that said, I have somehow completed the first part of job training with the above folks. I’m not sure how I did it but I’m here now, a rather good example of time waits for no one and will run you over if you decide to idle away, especially if you decide to get in its way (such as get a time constraint job).









I’m so blessed to always run into awesome people in my life, people who expose me to new cultures and lifestyles; people who convince me that there are so many ways to live life and that no matter where and who you are, you can end up anywhere.

And as much as I hated all the theory and exam based training, I’m so damn glad I made it through without quitting half way all thanks to these lovely people who were always patient with me.


Turns out that failing one General Insurance paper and still pressing on has been worth it after all because after training, I’ll be posted to night banking, which means I get to wake up late. Not to mention my location is really near to my house.

That is, of course, till I get transfered to a branch a little further sometime next year but I’ll enjoy what I have now!


Within the month I got ‘shipped’ or paired with someone in office so this was a mandatory picture. I guess.


Best part is that on my actual first day at work, manager let us off super early and we went off on our merry way for a really long lunch before officially dispersing into our respective branches the next week.

Branch attachment is this month! I hope I make it out alive and learn lots!!!

Cheers to no more life!

Five Nights of Cash Balancing The Nightmare

This probably is my fault, as had everything in my life have been ever since my family decided to leave me to make adult decisions all while treating me like a twelve year old.

I have recently noticed that I’m turning my big two-oh late next month and what do I do?

No, not something grown up like opening a autosavings account, nothing too serious like that. Instead, I decide to watch indie horror gameplays at night, what more a day before a crucial work week given my daily waking time of 6am daily. As mentioned one post down, I barely have enough sleep on an ideal sleep night.
It’s not that I’m not accustomed to horror, I’m rather used to it. Adding to one of my live accomplishments is the ability to not flinch at zombie flicks and gameplay, a skill that would definitely aid me in event of a zombie apocalypse.

So what’s got me all worked up?

Let’s just say that it’s one thing to have the festering undead hobble or scramble in your direction but it’s another to have mascots stalking and staring at you through security cameras. Ah, the highlights of my impending doom during gameplay.

Enter Five Nights at Freddy’s

It’s all the hype right now, so how could I resist not taking a peek (or a series of gameplays and Wikipedia searches)?

Very basically, you’re a security guard in this pizza place that employs animatronics in their mascots to entertain guests in the day. All is well till it hits midnight (where you would be on duty till 6am) and they start moving from their spot at the stage area, looking for you because apparently you’re an endoskeleton without a suit and it is, in all politically correct ways, against the rules.

A little more background that I’d wiki-ed almost immediately after gameplay, there had been a string of child murder cases following these animatronics resulting in the closure of the pizzeria. Said children were rumoured to have been stuffed into the suits of the mascots, which may sound like rainbows and ponies till you factor in the endoskeletons and animatronic technology still in there. Yeah, not alot of room for a child if you ask me.

Also, ouch. Seeing that most animatrinoc tech resides in the head…urgh. In all honesty, I always thought head injuries hurt the most so you can say that ‘Anything but the face!’ Really does apply to me. I’d rather see guts than brains.

In the game, you don’t get to move anywhere, which I thought was great, coming from someone who was king-kong-balls scared while playing amnesia about a year back.

But I was dead wrong. And trust me, I’ve died enough times to justify that statement a few times over.

It had conveniently slipped my mind that not being able to move meant not being able to run, leaving me to flick hall lights on and off to check if they’re just outside my door and to close said doors when they are. Thankfully, I have camera screenings to view and see how close they are to me, but that function is life scaring in itself.

Of course I would rather pride myself as being a rather twisted individual than anything else, but one does not simply mess with free-roaming mascots. Honestly, I’d closely associate them to their clown counter parts and coming from someone who had been graced by killer clown in her childhood…

Not something I’d like to revisit.

But nonetheless, I was lured in like a moth to a flame mainly for it’s gameplay style and wide fanbase that included rumors, theories and hidden levels. I’d only figured that I should at least try the game first, right…? Scaring yourself a little helps relieve stress anyway.

Coupled with immense stress from work-training, the nightmares has been anything but normal if that makes any sense at all.

One moment, I’m dreaming/nightmaring about doing cash transactions when suddenly it gets dark and I can’t leave my counter. My cash till is empty (insert gasp here because God knows I’m fucked if that happened in real life) and the alarm and call buttons turn into door buttons with their respective hall light switches.

In the distant corridor, I hear a sickening cheerful jingle, much like the one in insidious except this one could potentially drive me insane, and I lift an ipad to my face (for some insanely stupid reason) to check the other hallways. What makes it worst, the branch isn’t exactly a huge pizzeria which means I have four psychotic mascots out to get me from all sides.

I’m not exactly a pro in this game, given I’ve only known it for three days so you can imagine how quickly I got caught in my dream. Sometimes only by one, sometimes by all of them at once. You have no idea how many times I wished it (the dream) would turn into some really fucked up furry gangbang, anything because how they decide to kill me is as follows:

In a night of dream alone I was…

-Held by the head (hinting a potential skull crushing fatality) and forced to balance my cash in 60 seconds flat. My printer stalled. I died.

-Eaten by Fazbear.

-Doing a random transaction when I was literally backstabbed before the game even started.

-Somehow running from the mascots when suddenly, Amnesia.

-Fighting a mascot and lost my arm to it.

Seriously, why can’t my brain be this creative in the morning when I have to figure out what to wear for work?

That aside, I’ve been losing sleep by the days and been running of caffeine, sugar or adrenaline. Anything but sleep, since I can’t afford it at work.

It doesn’t exactly help that besides utterly refusing to sleep on some nights, my roomie/housekeeper has taken to snoring at the precise ungodly hours of 2, 3 and 5 in the morning for half an hour each time. If I’d dared to leave my bed I’d conduct experiments on her. So far I know that making random sounds like growling at her from my bed causes her to stop for about 4 seconds or approximately two snore-free breaths.

On days my door isn’t closed, my bed faces the door that leads to a darkened hallway of all things. (Insert extremely heavy sigh) First Silent Hill P.T, now I fear rabbit, teddy and chicken mascots creeping up my staircase. For God’s sake, I don’t know why these things happen to me. Must be my fengshui.

I’m typing this at 3am in the morning because I am once again depriving myself of sleep till I properly coma tomorrow night.

Hope I live till 6am tomorrow,


Hey guys, how has it been. I know, I’ve been MIA for a long-ish while but I’ve a good reason for it.

As much as my mother doesn’t know and my father suspect, I’ve actually officially started working, or more like drawing a full time job’s salary while training.

Yeap, I got the job.
Questions regarding whether I miss studying/school or not… I’m not sure which is worst at the moment.

I knew this job was going to be hard for me. I thought long and hard after I got the call back and had sleepless nights over it but I signed it anyway. Why? Because I probably wouldn’t be able to find a better paying job with my current level of education and contribute to the household expenses.

By the time it was a week before orientation, I was in my worst and lowest of moods. I didn’t want to talk to anyone and I was dreading my time before work started. Not to mention, I’d to take two external papers to qualify for my position and had failed one of the two. Demoralization weighed on me like nothing else.


Training kicked off with orientation, talking about the company and core values before we started interacting with each other. I was so relieved when I saw two people who sat for the external exams on the same day as me at my table. Thankfully they recognized me (as the headphones girl) and we were friends in no time.

The stressful part only came when our trainers introduced themselves to us. Telling us our duties and risks if we didn’t process documents well, highlighting punctuality, grooming and the ever so dreaded three strike rule.


Being late for even a minute in the morning could result in my termination. No kidding. No one believes me when I tell them that. This means I have to take the first shuttle bus (Thank God) at 7.30am. To get there in time to be somewhere in the queue, I have to wake up at 6am to start preparing. Yeap, I wake up at 6 in the morning now. I never knew my life would come to this.


I wear make up now. Or at least I know how to. According to my job scope, I have to wear make up. Eyeliner, foundation, blusher and lipstick is mandatory in no particular order. To make things worst, my faces gets so oily even in an air conditioned training room because I don’t have any primer. It’s the worst feeling ever and I’m slowly bending the rules by skipping eyeshadow (do that I can rub my eyelids) and eyeliner (not that it matters because I have inward double eyelids that make me look mono-lidded) just so that I can wipe my tears when I yawn and possibly oil off my face without having it look like Mulan spilled tea all over my face.

Recently, I’ve even started skipping blusher since I’m being teased and paired up with this one guy who sits beside me in class. Apparently, I blush easily. Which is new.

Hair wise, it has to be up in a bun which is okay until it starts giving you splitting headaches after lunch (of all times) and affecting your studies.

Three strike rule:
Perhaps what is stressing me out the most would be this. Basically, three chances to not get yourself fired. In a way, your future is in your hands but at the same time, it depends on the traffic in the morning and your ability to cram as much info in your brain within 8 hours.

How it works: 
Besides the possibility of being terminated for being late three times on any account during training, you have three tries to retake tests, which seems pretty damn reasonable until I tell you that you have a test almost everyday and even though it’s on whatever you’ve learnt about for the day, you have to consider the fact that everyday you will be learning something entirely new to you (especially if you have no banking experience) every single waking moment of your trainee life.

Oh, and the passing mark is 75% for 15-30MCQ questions.

So far, I’ve failed two tests on my first try but passed it on my second attempt. Phew.

Major Mug-fest:
I swear to God, I’ve never mugged so hard and consistently in my life.

Wtf is a pre-read?
Wtf are notes?

I thought those were things of the past (though I’ve never bothered pre-reading anything ever). Apparently it’s a make or break when it comes to passing tests at the end of the day. Something I learnt the hard way when I brought the wrong set of notes back to work (I tried pre-reading) and ended up failing the test. Bye-bye, best trainee.

You can imagine my daily routine to be like so:
Rushing to work:

Starting Class:
Not Understanding Anything In Class:

Tea Break:
Back to Class:
Back to Class:

Tea Break:

Hands On:


After Test:

And repeat.

Yeap, that’s my life now.

Kinda prefers being on the stupid list,

93 Screenies Later

10383080_825717547460783_4923780402673695004_n (1)Wassap guys! It’s been a long while and I know that you’d be expecting me to return with stories of whether I’m graduating or not but you know what? TOO BAD. Because I’ve been on PSO2 so much, I’ve got too many screenies and it’s kind of pissing me off.

So… What have I been up to?

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Besides spoofing blockbuster shows and cloning myself, of course.

Taken 1 month into PSO2:
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Basically, I got my very first AC outfit and it marked the start of my expenditure on PSO2. I also developed a certain love of taking screenshots and wrecking havoc in other player’s rooms. PSO2 also manage to have me stay up all night doing a crap load of stupid things such as:

Trying to balance on the storage terminal:
Leading a Lagomite army:
Riding Carthegos:
Taking Scandalous of my team members:
Filling people’s rooms with really useless stuff like:


While questing, I managed to find a Mesetan(?) which is literally a huge floating Meseta monster that doesn’t really do much damage but gives you alot of money.
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And as my insane hardcore gaming progressed, I managed to take nice (or at least more interesting) pictures while I was in normal or Urgent quests:
12 man PSE Burst:
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Seriously couldn’t see anything for a good 5 seconds. The only thing you can do is to randomly lock on to something and shoot/attack away.
Northern Lights Weather:
I really liked this picture. As you can see, I changed my outfit again, courtesy of a generous online friend. Woooooooo~

Story time, Crazy antics and really bad luck:

#Story 1
There was this one time
I was happily running around Skyskape WHEN SUDDENLY,
A wild Fhan Jee appears.
A Fhan Jee chases after you or a certain player in the map and kidnaps you to another side of the map. You will be confined in a dome and monsters will start spawning inside and around the dome trying to killing you. Naturally, your task is to not die before your friends run over to bust you out from the outside.
Basicall, if you’re a lowbie, it’ll feel like this:
But if you’re geared enough, you’d be like:

If you think about it, a Fhan Jee is PSO2’s version of monster rape. Just saying.

This isn’t really a bad thing for me because most of the time I don’t struggle in trying to stay alive in the dome. If anything, most people would be chasing after the Fhan Jee, begging it to take them but alas, the red swirling toilet bowl rape monster only had eyes(?) for me then.

I was already at the max level cap, so bring it on, right?


What happened next was truly terrifying in itself. I’m not sure if you can make out anything, but I’m gonna leave this picture here for abit.

When I say dome, it isn’t really big to start with. What happened was what once in the dome at the other side of where my party members were on the map, a Quartz Dragon crashes into my dome.

Till this day, I wish my reaction was:

‘Gahd, QD, gtfo of my dome.’

Instead I’m in RaidCall like:
And while I was frantically dodging and rolling around within the dome, fishes are biting my rather under-geared self and dealing 200damage  to my pathetic 700hp and I’m like:
THEN it start flippin’ storming and making me flinch in between my rolls and I’m like:

And there my party-mates were, laughing at me through Raidcall and taking screenies from the outside.
EVENTUALLY, they came to save me and we didn’t fail the code because a teammate was healing me from the outside (as he laughed, mind you).

So we were in an Urgent Quest one day and we came across a Bayze.

A Bayze is supposedly a ball of dark matter that forms randomly as an Emergency Code in a map. The longer you leave it, the bigger it grows and eventually, it explodes, covering the entire map in red rain that is poisonous and very damaging. While the Bayze grows, it can damage you. It also can damage you with it’s tentacles that come up from the ground.
I know what you’re thinking. A Bayze is a tentacle monster from Japanese Hentai.

It is.

ANYWAY, we like ‘growing’ the Bayze because if we manage to defeat it at it’s last stage of growth, there was a chance that a some sort of boss monster, Ragne or Gwanada, would spawn from within the Bayze.

I’m nor sure if I regret taking this picture or not because a few seconds after, I got one-shotted by a random passing-by Dagan (mob).  But at least I can show you guys what Red Rain looks like.

I hit level 50 cap on both my main and sub class within the first two and a half weeks (because I have no life) and decided to start farming Xcubes for augmentation.

I saw the exp requirement for an xcube (1.1million Exp) and nearly died.
I give up
Unfortunately, I didn’t and now I’m forced by my perfectionist side to max everything out or make my equipment as imba (pro/high level/overpowered) as it can go.

How I trained from level 40 to 50:

Initially, I had stored over 50 quests from Franca(Mob drop Quest), Cressida(Loser/Pebble quests), Girad(Rare mob) and Emeline(Weather Quest) but it only brought me up 4 levels, which I thought wasn’t so bad until I realized that the EXP from Hard to Very Hard mode wasn’t exactly a ‘one step for me, a huge step for man kind’ kind of thing.

The only thing I can tell you is that you’ll only be motivated to grind from 40 to 45. After which, everything after is a huge grind fest. Most of the time, I was waiting around for Urgent Quests and helping out team mates.

Or maybe taking random photos like so: 

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Enter Rie and Zan.
Forever everywhere together, mainly because everyone has lives and we don’t.
He’s my lobby, study and grind buddy when it comes to PSO2. Like, totally my bestfriend right now.

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I mean, tell me we aren’t the most photogenic characters in the whole of PSO2 right?

Meeting the ENDGAME:
When I talk about the ‘ENDGAME’ with my buddies in real life, it refers to a guy who’s actually going to succeed in tying me down (again and for good) but when I saw End Game here, I mean my End Game weapon. That’s right, I managed to get my

Guld Millas

That’s right, Milla, just me and you, forever and ever, babe.
It’s gonna be really hard to upgrade and augment but

Virtual love moment over, I managed to get Milla after quite a few runs with Falz Elder, a new Urgent Quest that doesn’t appear alot so Milla is really hard to come by.

To get to Elder, you need to finish one Falz Arms map.
Arms maps are rather tricky because it requires you to kill the exactly same mob when there are 4 identical ones running and flopping  the map. Occasionally, they merge together to form what looks like a train that rushes around the map. One blind spot is directly under where the Arms merged. It’s called the curling spot. I do run for the curling spot alot but get killed by lag or if I’m off the spot by even a step.

When we finish Falz Elder, my team allows one person to break the gem, most of the time with either a Vraolet or Nyoibo due to their potentials. Guld Milla drops from this stage’s gem.
After Milla, I discovered Darker’s Den from Time Attack (VH mode), where your gateship literally crashes into a nest or world of D-arkers (they’re the bad guys) and you get this really rad cutscene with you in it.

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But seriously, the map itself was rather hard and confusing to do the first time round, especially when I was barely geared at that time. Gradually, I got better at it and could lead my team through but wow, farming for the map itself was tiring as fudge and I only attempted doing so on Fridays while I’m boosted with coffee.

I’m not even going to lie now, but most of my time spent on PSO2 now is spent slacking off or what we call ‘lobby points’. It doesn’t even make grammatical sense.

‘What are you doing now?’
‘Idk. Lobby points.’

The next few screenies are of really random things my team and I do and I will attempt to caption them all:

^Having drinks because Dadu and Monica cheated us of our money during upgrading and augmenting.
^Dancing around that one guy who’s afk-dancing in the lobby.
^When suddenly, a Rappy army.
^Stripping for augmentation money.
^You shall not get a higher trick-dart score than me because I am the sexiest distraction alive.pso20140930_192313_013pso20140930_192552_015
^Cages in quarters because Rappies.

^Hella fabulous.
^If you ain’t got it.
^If you do got it.
^ Featuring Rie as ‘Side Chick’
^Featuring Zan as ‘My Bitch’
^ I actually didn’t know that characters could blink and it’s so human, I don’t even know anymore. Either way, it’s a nice picture.
The day I got so bored, I got married:
It was the best marriage ever. 
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Currently, we’re Ranked 4 in Ship 2! We’ve come a long way since Rank 16(?) at a strength of 82 of us!

I’m not really sure how we got here but we are and after so many months of gameplay, I’m so happy to have close online friends again :>

I love you guys~



School is out for me (I hope) and I’ve been having a wonderful time…

Looking for a job.

Well, I didn’t exactly have to look for it since I kinda had it waiting for me a few weeks before I sat for my main exams.

I got the call to interview right after my last paper as well, which kind of left me in mild shock while I was talking to the HR lady.

Either way, my way of celebrating my last paper was to head straight home because Mia still had another paper a few days later and it just didn’t feel right to celebrate then.


In the meantime while I was stressing out over the interview, I met up with Azfar and because we have literally nothing else better to do out in town (except buy comic books), we crashed at my place and played really retarded miniclip games like this rock climbing one:


He enlisted into National Service two weeks later so there went one of my best buddies ):

When the day of the interview finally arrived, I was so touched to have at least 5 people wish me good luck. Of the five, two woke up earlier than me (LOL) to leave me a message.

I turned up half an hour early to Marina Bay Financial Center and decided to sit down for coffee at Cedele. Then had this promotion of 1for1 pastries that came with a free coffee. I don’t know what was going on then, but yay to $3.50 teabreaks!


After trying my hardest not to cuss my mouth off at the receptionist that was pulling a long face at me for some reason, I was ushered into the waiting area that had this really rad view. I thought all was going well until…

I was sat down to be interviewed by three ladies in suits.
Like woaaaah there, I did not just walk into a court hearing, right?

Talk about getting judged, they were pulling all these fake tight-lipped smiles at me and starring me down as if I were dirt. I mean, sure, I haven’t even graduated yet but the least you could do is not appear to be a bunch of complete cunts.

That aside, I managed to get through the interview without running out the door in tears and with my tail between my legs and ranted to my friends about how horrible it had been. It actually came to a point where I wished they wouldn’t call me up again because they made me feel shit-stain scared of my job scope.

Then my friend told me that some or maybe all interviews went that way and that it was a test of confidence when it came to meeting people who weren’t so friendly. That made me relax a little, though I was still nervous about my job scope. Shh! Don’t tell em!

I was in a better mood when I got home, mainly because the interview that I was stressing over for forever (like a week) was over and I could finally get on to stressing over my cosplays for STGCC.

But first, lemme take a selfie.




It was also the day my niece, Reina, was allowed to have an entire Vitegen bottle to herself.


I’m not sure about you guys, but when I was a kid, my mom used to scare me into not drinking it because she said it was filled with ‘adult vitamins’.

I am now turning 20 and the only ‘adult vitamins’ I know of is viagra and horny goat weed so guess who’s life has been a lie.

Also, here’s a very act-cute picture of a Pikachu impression.


The next day, I followed my dad to a dinner gathering he has with his friends annually. We like to joke that he only brings us (sisters and now brother-in-law) so that he could show us off while the only reason we follow over is because the food is good and there’s free (and good) liquor.

Come to think of it, it sort of is.
With pretty little to do, my sister and I decided to relive our childhood a little by sitting on kiddy rides and taking pictures.




Not to worry though, the rides weren’t moving. It (the rides) was placed right next to a really crowded coffee shop filled with my dad’s friends so I don’t think he would have appreciated our crazy antics.

Then came one of the best dishes of the night, the Kong Ba Pau.
It’s basically stewed belly pork wedged between a soft and steaming fluffy bun.



I ate more of the buns (without the meat fillings), though. You have no idea how good they are by themselves.

In the midst of waiting for my results and boredom, I decided that it was about time I got a haircut.


I guess I’ll have to start remembering which months I get my hair cut. Normally, I rely on the school term to cut my hair, which is once every 4 months or so, after my term tests, mains or when I’m getting ready to start the new semester.


^ Rawr. That’s how over grown my hair was.


My hairstylist helped with cutting off an inch of coloured hair while giving my hair a few more layers. Even my fringe got a few layers!

I went home to find my Freddy Krueger glove in the mail and was so excited but it was a total letdown because the glove was too big for my hand and basically didn’t align well with anything.


It does, however, scare the crap out of my niece and she runs away everytime my dad puts it on.

I’m keeping the glove around as a prop right now, in case Reina needs to be scared into submission or something.

And finally, a picture of what really goes on in the house:


I had expected my life to become less complicated now that I’m done with school but boy, was I wrong. If anything, I’ve learnt that I’d actually had a shit school life and my life is about to get worst. I just hope that I have things to look forward to while I’m suffering.

Yours Truly,
Off the stupid list and into the FIYAH