Havent blogged for a while now. Must admit its due to the lack of enthusiam. She's probably right, I get sick of things after a while. Sometimes I wonder if any one is even reading what I'm posting. You are not alone, I do realise I write hieroglyphs.
Holidays are approaching an end, another year seems to have passed, this time its in a blink of a blink of an eye. Much has changed, Friends turned foe, lovers turned lamers. Anyway, its a rather eventful week. Spent most days going out and chillin, but Friday took the cake. Of course it was bird bird birthday.
Thursday saw me at queensway where I met the most COCKY storekeeper in my life. Naturally being next to a complete retard when it comes to BIRDS, I asked the uncle if it was possible to buy a PARROT and then get him to help us teach the birds some lines, more specifically to chirp " LELE ".
His reply stunned me. Honestly first time I've met such a polite person. Don't tell me immaturity.. this uncle looked like he already bought his coffin and was ready to move in anytime.
Me: "Uncle, we buy the bird then you teach for us"
Uncle: "你要养孩子你教还是我帮你教？"
Me: "But we dont know how to teach?
Uncle: "学校没教你，只教电脑，就有你这种没有骄阳，没有家教"
I clearly do not have good parents. They did not raise me with knowledge on bird rearing. Ngee Ann has its fair share of responsibility here too. It should be made compulsory we learn how to teach PARROTS to speak. When you apply for a job, they throw ur CV aside. What they want is you teaching birds how to CHIRP.
People used to distinguish your family upbringing through things like table manners and your courtersy in certain manners. That is but history.. times have changed. If you do not know how to teach a BIRD to CHIRP, you are but a mongrel in human clothing.
If not for the fact we needed to find lele sibilings, I will have kp-ed that uncle back. Seriously. This kind of service level is a decree of what GEMS should follow. Scolding your customer always guarantees a sale.
Friday
Awoke to go with doggy to buy a BIRDIE.
Went to yx house to celebrate lele birthday. About like.. 25 people came? I had no idea le's social WINGS extended so far.
So they composed this nice song for lele, I think its called le se. With some last minute practicing. Soonheng did his part by getting le out of the house so they could practice. However, someone forgot to close the window. Suddenly they realised le was sitting on the staircase, and we were like "WTF, where you COME FROM?"
What was most amazing how they manage a 70 dollar budget for 20ppl steamboat, while we were spending like 170 on a bbq for 10..... This has to be the eight wonder of the world.
Saturday
Think we went jamming for the second time.. Nothing really memorable, just that I seem to get more of the hang of the E.Guitar...
Highlight for the day is ozy, who refuses to acknowledge the contents of my blog. Heres the situation:
Smart Ozy ponned work.
Smart Ozy needs an MC
Smart Ozy dosent have enough to visit Silver Cross, which is like over 30 bucks.
So what does smart Ozy do? He goes to this shabby clinic inside Beauty World. The clinic looks so 584c I'm sure you'll be way better before then If you went in...
Next, Smart Ozy takes a queue number. It shows 24. Then we realise the queue number was at "8".
I'm sure you know what this means, and the last patient took 15 minutes consultation, It was a old granny so its forgiveable. Next, we demand Smart Ozy asks the counter-staff if the numbers are in running order. She replies yes, and Smart Ozy decides we should wait...
No such nonsense here, not when you're with me. I called KUN-GE for help and he tells us there are 5 clinics near his house. We left the rotten place in search for hope.. No way I am waiting an hour plus to see some bald doctor. However, our of the 5 clinics... all 5 were closed when we reached.
We return, and the number on the signboard shows "32". This will mean a few things, either an alien kidnapped us for like... 3 hours, the doctor successfully diagnoses and treats each patient with varying needs under 1 minute each, or the numbers were not in running order....
Nevertheless Smart Ozy decides to demand for a "next-in-line" service. He gets in.. and requests I go in with him.
Next, Smart Ozy meets balding doctor. He sits down and begins his grandfather story..
"uh, I am on medication, for phelgme, sore throat.. I have fever. Medication for some time, this morning had to go work, but I awoke with a headache, then now feeling better..... can I have MC with no medicine?"
This doctor dosent drink detergent for breakfast, he knows Smart Ozy is up to something. He takes his blood pressure then listens for abnormalities using his stethoscope.. However, all appears well.
He tells Smart Ozy to stop whatever nonsense he is currently taking and to eat his new prescription. However, this is not well... Smart Ozy has to keep under his 30 budget.
What happens next almost made me break into hysteria.... Smart Ozy replies he has not enough money... and just wants the MC.
However, Balding Doctor will NOT lose the chance to make money, he tells Smart Ozy a series of professional opinions which can be summed up in four words...
" NO MEDICINE, NO MC "
HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA...
Eventually, Smart Ozy works a compromise, the doctor promises him the cheapest medicines with the lowest quantity. This is the first time I've seen such nonsense. LOL
People, this blog contains not just my thoughts but helpful tips... Do read the post on how I got my MC. Don't be like Smart Ozy who tries to be funny and gets owned by Balding Doctor.... in addition to wasting 2 complete hours of our time..
Am thinking of doing my end-of-year reflection, but the timing isnt right... And I've got one more day to spare...
And oh yea. I BOUGHT A PIANO BAHHHHHHHHH
must post...
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Must post... while I'm still conscious......
Empty stomach... and alcohol do not mix.....
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Face flushed, head throbbing... Im gona GG soon... owowow...
zzzz forgot to eat... stomach... burning...
Gin and Tonic... imbal knockout..
Sentosa Stakeout II
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Just finished watching what I thought would be a crappy ghost show on Ch.8
However, was proved otherwise. Surprise endings always catch me. It's probably because of their ability to make you feel stupid by showing you flashback scenes. Its like shouting at your face, " HAHA. FOOL! "
This post is penned at unearthly hours because I was building a moat on Sentosa at this very same hour yesterday.
Went Sentosa after we exceeded expectations by managing to sum a 170 for BBQ food. Note this was planned for 13-15 pax in mind. However, the overwhelming response of 5 people also far exceeded expectations. Nevertheless, still made it 10pax after screaming @ some people over the phone.
So we began our BBQ on Sentosa's beach when we suddenly realised after cooking the charcoal. WTF, no WIRE MESH?
Unbecoming as this might seem, it marked the beginning of a draconian age for our clique. Time seemed to be upheavaled as we transcended the boundaries of space time into like 80000 BC. Wait, I think I see a T-Rex there.
It became like a tribe outing. We started out by having to hold our own sticks of kebabs to BBQ. Then It was decided that we needed illumination and we splitted up to find firewood. Just when I found two planks and thought I was to be hailed firelord of the tribe. Alfred championed the use of wooden stilts, those that they tie to trees to make them grow straight. Don't ask me how that idiot manages to untie the ropes and drag it all the way to our campsite.
Then came the task on hand, splitting the wood. The thing was like 2.5m long, clearly impossible to burn properly. Thank goodness we brought the green along. With a simple "HULK SMASH", LY managed to snap the stilt into half.....
" YOU NO MAKE HULK ANGRY "
Ok, so I lied, we used a tree to break it into half, but you get my point. Here, the tribe ascended 2000 years into time, we discovered fire..
Then came the need for comfort, as according to Maslow. I managed to find a deck chair and dragged it back to camp. Here, I stand glorified as the furniture lord, pioneering the use of materials for comfort.
It was not too long later that our tribe needed further industrialization. Splitting into teams, we scouted the lands of Siloso beach for useful materials. I shit you not, you really CAN live as a tribe there. Our findings included: Firewood, Straw Mats, Chairs, Rope, Wire Net, Chairs
It was nearing 12am, we needed to move our fire towards the waters.... for fear for the gatekeeper. There's this police SUV that will patrol the beaches past 12am, scouting for any form of malicious intent of unlawful assembly, like us. Hopefully, but shifting the illumination, the topography of the land will prevent unwanted attention from the blue/red lights van.
The moving of the fire was a success, as Brian managed to dig a hole for campfire, hereby replacing Alfred's position as the tribe's firelord. On the other hand, Nat went into the Art. Waltzing the sands under the stars with his partner.... Alfred, he discovered music... its called iPod, although his taste of black music clearly didn't suit some of our preferences. It is also at this moment, CA and I affirmed our roles as carpenters by building a hammock. Can you believe it? A hammock, just based of materials we found.
You might be wondering what LY and the girls have been doing all this while. If you are, then you will be shocked like me. They serve as similar function of a black hole, devouring all contents and earthly possessions that were with us when we set afoot the island, the diminishing rate of our food supplies can be clearly defined as a vertical line on a x-y graph aka TANGENT 90.
*Random comment: Did you guys realise we only bought meat? There's like no staple food at all.*
By this time, the sun had been completely obliterated by the darkness of the night, showing no veer vanity of its light. LY was appearing to be unstable and increasingly disturbed. Finally he relented, and revealed his true intentions. The silent beast residing in the dark arcs of his inner mind seem to roar out so loud that it shattered the silence of the moon, its thirst... not for blood, but absolut... vodka that is.
At this time, Alfred seemed to have switched roles and was pursing the fine art of culinary, cooking everything he could find. Either he became more sensible, or that he was afraid by the time he finished ballroom dancing with nat there will be nothing left to fill his empty stomach. Nat on the other hand unleashed his pyromaniac powress and negated the fire until the sand almost melted.
Again you can observe the progression of the tribe. It seemed that now we have more then basics and climbed the Maslow's hierarchy.
Then came the age of war as the tribe began to prepare defences. Our main enemy was the rising tide that threatened to extinguish the burning passion of the tribe.. our campfire. This will not be allowed, as a call to arms was in order, every man piling sand to build a fort, in hopes that the tide will not pass. This is no doubt the age of architecture as one will marvel at the pure ingenuity of our design. The sea seemed to realise they have no chance to defeating us and the waves subsided in shameful defeat. The tide lowered and we were saved. Cowards.
Brian then moved on and awakened his LOTR potential by picking up a wooden plank, supposedly used as fuel, and carving it into a sword. This was done with fire and a metal rod they called "shikai". This is of course, the age of metalwork, as the fire doubled as a forge. On the other hand, Nat and I took interest in the development of shamanistic powers, the study of fire, or pyromania. This will be very familiar to the season WC3 human player. An arcane sanctum and a workshop, if you recall. Tier 2. Do you now dare to deny our progressing existence?
While nat proceeded to throw a lighter in hopes to research what will be the tribe's first bomb. He realised there was an economy of resources, as after the lighter he threw combusted, there was no more left. On the other hand, I tinkered in Naruto jutsus and developed what is now championed as a sasuke tatic, the katon gokakyuu no justsu. Observe.
Call me Sasuke
Beautiful as it might look, it is but a rose with thorns. Firstly, the jutsu user will experience after burning effects on his tongue after the breath. If not quickly treated, may prove fatal to the taste buds. Next, the justsu costs like... 2-3 dollars each time, as per the vodka consumed.... expensive... We both realised the fallacies in our disciplines and our hogwarts was shut down. However, the tribe still needed warriors, so I moved on to metalwork while Nat chickened out and digressed to advance fire-taming.
While Brian was forging his sword, it was but a white elephant, useless in combat. It was like crafted for the eyes and not the hand. Nice to see but cannot use. Then came CA, a new contender in the field. That noob challenged me to a sword fight without realising my degree of expertise in this familiar art. Our first sparing took place on elevated topography, as we fought beside the trees.
The rules are simple, you ignite your sword with fire and you clash blades. Whoever's sparks die off the sword first loses. However, CA managed to cheat and somehow win, dont ask me how he cheated but I know he did, else he couldnt have won.
Humiliated by this defeat, I swore by blood and blade there will be no other, as I spent prolonged periods of time forging my new sword by the fires. However, like all heros in movies, I met with roadblocks, this one which is an irritant. A motorcycle pulled over near us and told us...
" NO FIRE ON THE BEACH "
Quickly, we threw sand and extinguished the heart of our tribe. Satisfied at our demise, he left. Like they say...its harder to guard the inside. Afterall, it was not the huge sea that brought down our flames, but ourselves to save our necks..... Shame shame..
Nevertheless, we will not give up that easily, as seconds after the motorcycle was out of sight, we resuscitated the fire. It was not long before I returned to forging my Excalibur. Finally, it was time, as I battled CA again at the very same spot, this time winning with great honour, no cheating at all.
By this time, LY aka HULK somehow managed to do something as stupid as to down one whole cup of pure vodka. He appeared to be smiling and sleepy. This is a very clear distinction of a drunk hulk. Everyone knows to stay clear of drunk JJC nerds as you will not expect homosapien behaviour from them. We almost had to shackle him to a tree..
You might think there is no love within the tribe. However, you are very wrong. Brian and Dawn are the new Adam and Eve, disappearing under the cover of darkness and turning sentosa into temptation island. Enuff said.
It was now approaching the dark ages, as our fire dimmed. One very simple reason is because Nat our firelord was sleeping snugly by the fire on the beach chair I FOUND.... Actually, everyone was just plain tired.... So I think we slept...
Retiring to my hammock, which I had to kick a sleeping Alfred off from, I napped till the first sight of dawn. The beauty of the sunrise paralleled that of the northern lights in the North Pole. I must have been real lucky, I managed to witness two shooting stars, one blue and one green. I think this is the first time I've see them. Short-lived as they are like the blink of an eye, it leaves a lasting effect of bittersweetness in you.
Chio.
Do you all like have problems waking up? The best solution is to make a big mess before you sleep like we did. What awoke the sleep starved tribe was not a huge meteor that threatened Armageddon, but a feeble old cleaner. When Alfred caught sight of him, he simple shouted " CLEANER, ZHAO! "
In no time at all, the tribe was nowhere to be seen, having moved to.... er... "greener" pastures.. and cleaner ones too.
So we went to wash-up at the toilet. Upon leaving I saw this buggy there, supposedly the cleaners. Without further ado, I hopped off and drove off in my new lambroghini, cruising the roads of Sentosa with my new ride. BEAT THAT NOOB!
Very very fun and rewarding trip, pity to the noobs whom missed it. yo all suck. 4am liao. cool... took so long to write.
PS: New blog song, S.H.E afterall can sing a BIT. I shall watch dou niu becos this song rocks.
I made both wishes for you, so can I get them for christmas pleaseeee?
However, was proved otherwise. Surprise endings always catch me. It's probably because of their ability to make you feel stupid by showing you flashback scenes. Its like shouting at your face, " HAHA. FOOL! "
This post is penned at unearthly hours because I was building a moat on Sentosa at this very same hour yesterday.
Went Sentosa after we exceeded expectations by managing to sum a 170 for BBQ food. Note this was planned for 13-15 pax in mind. However, the overwhelming response of 5 people also far exceeded expectations. Nevertheless, still made it 10pax after screaming @ some people over the phone.
So we began our BBQ on Sentosa's beach when we suddenly realised after cooking the charcoal. WTF, no WIRE MESH?
Unbecoming as this might seem, it marked the beginning of a draconian age for our clique. Time seemed to be upheavaled as we transcended the boundaries of space time into like 80000 BC. Wait, I think I see a T-Rex there.
It became like a tribe outing. We started out by having to hold our own sticks of kebabs to BBQ. Then It was decided that we needed illumination and we splitted up to find firewood. Just when I found two planks and thought I was to be hailed firelord of the tribe. Alfred championed the use of wooden stilts, those that they tie to trees to make them grow straight. Don't ask me how that idiot manages to untie the ropes and drag it all the way to our campsite.
Then came the task on hand, splitting the wood. The thing was like 2.5m long, clearly impossible to burn properly. Thank goodness we brought the green along. With a simple "HULK SMASH", LY managed to snap the stilt into half.....
" YOU NO MAKE HULK ANGRY "
Ok, so I lied, we used a tree to break it into half, but you get my point. Here, the tribe ascended 2000 years into time, we discovered fire..
Then came the need for comfort, as according to Maslow. I managed to find a deck chair and dragged it back to camp. Here, I stand glorified as the furniture lord, pioneering the use of materials for comfort.
It was not too long later that our tribe needed further industrialization. Splitting into teams, we scouted the lands of Siloso beach for useful materials. I shit you not, you really CAN live as a tribe there. Our findings included: Firewood, Straw Mats, Chairs, Rope, Wire Net, Chairs
It was nearing 12am, we needed to move our fire towards the waters.... for fear for the gatekeeper. There's this police SUV that will patrol the beaches past 12am, scouting for any form of malicious intent of unlawful assembly, like us. Hopefully, but shifting the illumination, the topography of the land will prevent unwanted attention from the blue/red lights van.
The moving of the fire was a success, as Brian managed to dig a hole for campfire, hereby replacing Alfred's position as the tribe's firelord. On the other hand, Nat went into the Art. Waltzing the sands under the stars with his partner.... Alfred, he discovered music... its called iPod, although his taste of black music clearly didn't suit some of our preferences. It is also at this moment, CA and I affirmed our roles as carpenters by building a hammock. Can you believe it? A hammock, just based of materials we found.
You might be wondering what LY and the girls have been doing all this while. If you are, then you will be shocked like me. They serve as similar function of a black hole, devouring all contents and earthly possessions that were with us when we set afoot the island, the diminishing rate of our food supplies can be clearly defined as a vertical line on a x-y graph aka TANGENT 90.
*Random comment: Did you guys realise we only bought meat? There's like no staple food at all.*
By this time, the sun had been completely obliterated by the darkness of the night, showing no veer vanity of its light. LY was appearing to be unstable and increasingly disturbed. Finally he relented, and revealed his true intentions. The silent beast residing in the dark arcs of his inner mind seem to roar out so loud that it shattered the silence of the moon, its thirst... not for blood, but absolut... vodka that is.
At this time, Alfred seemed to have switched roles and was pursing the fine art of culinary, cooking everything he could find. Either he became more sensible, or that he was afraid by the time he finished ballroom dancing with nat there will be nothing left to fill his empty stomach. Nat on the other hand unleashed his pyromaniac powress and negated the fire until the sand almost melted.
Again you can observe the progression of the tribe. It seemed that now we have more then basics and climbed the Maslow's hierarchy.
Then came the age of war as the tribe began to prepare defences. Our main enemy was the rising tide that threatened to extinguish the burning passion of the tribe.. our campfire. This will not be allowed, as a call to arms was in order, every man piling sand to build a fort, in hopes that the tide will not pass. This is no doubt the age of architecture as one will marvel at the pure ingenuity of our design. The sea seemed to realise they have no chance to defeating us and the waves subsided in shameful defeat. The tide lowered and we were saved. Cowards.
Brian then moved on and awakened his LOTR potential by picking up a wooden plank, supposedly used as fuel, and carving it into a sword. This was done with fire and a metal rod they called "shikai". This is of course, the age of metalwork, as the fire doubled as a forge. On the other hand, Nat and I took interest in the development of shamanistic powers, the study of fire, or pyromania. This will be very familiar to the season WC3 human player. An arcane sanctum and a workshop, if you recall. Tier 2. Do you now dare to deny our progressing existence?
While nat proceeded to throw a lighter in hopes to research what will be the tribe's first bomb. He realised there was an economy of resources, as after the lighter he threw combusted, there was no more left. On the other hand, I tinkered in Naruto jutsus and developed what is now championed as a sasuke tatic, the katon gokakyuu no justsu. Observe.
Call me Sasuke
Beautiful as it might look, it is but a rose with thorns. Firstly, the jutsu user will experience after burning effects on his tongue after the breath. If not quickly treated, may prove fatal to the taste buds. Next, the justsu costs like... 2-3 dollars each time, as per the vodka consumed.... expensive... We both realised the fallacies in our disciplines and our hogwarts was shut down. However, the tribe still needed warriors, so I moved on to metalwork while Nat chickened out and digressed to advance fire-taming.
While Brian was forging his sword, it was but a white elephant, useless in combat. It was like crafted for the eyes and not the hand. Nice to see but cannot use. Then came CA, a new contender in the field. That noob challenged me to a sword fight without realising my degree of expertise in this familiar art. Our first sparing took place on elevated topography, as we fought beside the trees.
The rules are simple, you ignite your sword with fire and you clash blades. Whoever's sparks die off the sword first loses. However, CA managed to cheat and somehow win, dont ask me how he cheated but I know he did, else he couldnt have won.
Humiliated by this defeat, I swore by blood and blade there will be no other, as I spent prolonged periods of time forging my new sword by the fires. However, like all heros in movies, I met with roadblocks, this one which is an irritant. A motorcycle pulled over near us and told us...
" NO FIRE ON THE BEACH "
Quickly, we threw sand and extinguished the heart of our tribe. Satisfied at our demise, he left. Like they say...its harder to guard the inside. Afterall, it was not the huge sea that brought down our flames, but ourselves to save our necks..... Shame shame..
Nevertheless, we will not give up that easily, as seconds after the motorcycle was out of sight, we resuscitated the fire. It was not long before I returned to forging my Excalibur. Finally, it was time, as I battled CA again at the very same spot, this time winning with great honour, no cheating at all.
By this time, LY aka HULK somehow managed to do something as stupid as to down one whole cup of pure vodka. He appeared to be smiling and sleepy. This is a very clear distinction of a drunk hulk. Everyone knows to stay clear of drunk JJC nerds as you will not expect homosapien behaviour from them. We almost had to shackle him to a tree..
You might think there is no love within the tribe. However, you are very wrong. Brian and Dawn are the new Adam and Eve, disappearing under the cover of darkness and turning sentosa into temptation island. Enuff said.
It was now approaching the dark ages, as our fire dimmed. One very simple reason is because Nat our firelord was sleeping snugly by the fire on the beach chair I FOUND.... Actually, everyone was just plain tired.... So I think we slept...
Retiring to my hammock, which I had to kick a sleeping Alfred off from, I napped till the first sight of dawn. The beauty of the sunrise paralleled that of the northern lights in the North Pole. I must have been real lucky, I managed to witness two shooting stars, one blue and one green. I think this is the first time I've see them. Short-lived as they are like the blink of an eye, it leaves a lasting effect of bittersweetness in you.
Chio.
Do you all like have problems waking up? The best solution is to make a big mess before you sleep like we did. What awoke the sleep starved tribe was not a huge meteor that threatened Armageddon, but a feeble old cleaner. When Alfred caught sight of him, he simple shouted " CLEANER, ZHAO! "
In no time at all, the tribe was nowhere to be seen, having moved to.... er... "greener" pastures.. and cleaner ones too.
So we went to wash-up at the toilet. Upon leaving I saw this buggy there, supposedly the cleaners. Without further ado, I hopped off and drove off in my new lambroghini, cruising the roads of Sentosa with my new ride. BEAT THAT NOOB!
Very very fun and rewarding trip, pity to the noobs whom missed it. yo all suck. 4am liao. cool... took so long to write.
PS: New blog song, S.H.E afterall can sing a BIT. I shall watch dou niu becos this song rocks.
I made both wishes for you, so can I get them for christmas pleaseeee?
hL has a nice day
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Today happens to be a very good day for me, so I am in a v good mood to post.
The day starts with me waking from slumber, happy. Now any idiot reading this will know this spells shit, any 17 year old should not have the privilege to wake up naturally. You must either be annoyed by loud buzzing or a slap across the face from your mum. I awake and smiled, then realised I was in deep shit. Grabbing my handphone I saw a 12:20 stare at me. God knows what I've done do deserve this.
Great. This will mean three gifts for me:
1) I will have to burn one afternoon making up s&w class
2) I have just gotten myself debarred from CATS class
3) I will get to enjoy my favourite class again next sem.
Ok, so solving rubick's at 3am isnt really the right thing to do, but WTF, alarm clocks are meant to work. I'm gona buy like 5 clocks to ensure I wake up from now.
At this point of prestige, I released enough profanities to write Harry Potter 8. Its a great way to begin my day. (yours too)
Filming at 1.30, so I went to school, lugging with me a 5000kg tripod. This is one thing I can never understand. Designers from italy make cameras light, expensive, and give nice bags to carry them. However, they fail to realise that the poor person carrying the tripod gets to enjoy dropping it on his feet every 5 minutes, and making you look like a pregnant woman on the bus.
This thing shouldnt even be called a tripod. It must be like what they used in 8000 BC China to punish disobedient students. It has like no grip to carry, no carrying case. Basically nowhere to hold on to. You either wrap your arm around it, or you have to use plastic bags to make a carrier.
The skies were kind enough to sympathize with me, sending tears and making me almost slip and fall. Well, miraculously, I reached. 1.27pm. On time!
4.30 came. I was still sitting there like an idiot with a tripod...
Finally, the cast came and we could film.
Filming went quite smoothly, and it ended. While wrapping up, we played back to relish our efforts. Video was good, quality was fine. Suddenly we realised the thing was v noisy. So I put headphones and listened.
I kid you not, an invisible typhoon must have been behind us while we were filming. The audio was so distorted I swear it makes Rihanna sound good. Present no.2 !
Well, you know what they say, good things comes in threes. So it was 7.35, 8pm had a debate discussion in KAP mac, so went there. Arrived 7:50, early, and had dinner. KAP's macspicy is like a total rip-off. Somehow, the main composition of the burger is like pepper. I have no idea why, but finishing my sprite still left my tongue burning. It was past 8. I realise they were late, and called... they said will be late.
Suddenly I had a v bright idea. I could see a doctor and get a MC, but I was carrying a 5000kg weight with me. Eventually I left it with a nice staff at the counter, whom gladly offered to keep it for me while I redeem myself from another semester of CATS.
As I reached the clinic I got another call from my beloved teammates informing me they were at like Novena, and wanted me to go over. Naturally I gave the only sensible reply. F_CK _FF . Would you like to buy a vowel?
Entered the clinic, and got to see the doctor. People, this is the way you get MCs, do not learn from ozy, who tries to talk alot of nonsense and ends up with pills that make you retarded. I went in, and clearly presented my points.
- I have a headache in the morning
- Now I'm perfectly fine.
- MC, ty.
The doctor was like the best thing that happened to me today. His sympathy and understanding of my plight amazed me. He knew what to say and what to do, his silent emphaty should be the decree of what all doctors should follow. One simple "Ok, I understand".
Medical expenses + paracetamol = 32 SGD
Total consultation time: 30 seconds
Doctors make well over a dollar a second. Don't come tell me nonsense that science makes no money.
Actually he gave me muscle relaxant, I think he heard me yelling at paul outside his office.
I decided to go home, just so cos I was freaking pissed, the group didnt relent, endlessly flooding me with missed calls as I was waiting for 184.
As I boarded the bus, I was relived, a bad day gone.. Suddenly, as the doors closed....
.
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.
.
.
.
" NA BEI, WHERES MY TRIPOD?! "
The day starts with me waking from slumber, happy. Now any idiot reading this will know this spells shit, any 17 year old should not have the privilege to wake up naturally. You must either be annoyed by loud buzzing or a slap across the face from your mum. I awake and smiled, then realised I was in deep shit. Grabbing my handphone I saw a 12:20 stare at me. God knows what I've done do deserve this.
Great. This will mean three gifts for me:
1) I will have to burn one afternoon making up s&w class
2) I have just gotten myself debarred from CATS class
3) I will get to enjoy my favourite class again next sem.
Ok, so solving rubick's at 3am isnt really the right thing to do, but WTF, alarm clocks are meant to work. I'm gona buy like 5 clocks to ensure I wake up from now.
At this point of prestige, I released enough profanities to write Harry Potter 8. Its a great way to begin my day. (yours too)
Filming at 1.30, so I went to school, lugging with me a 5000kg tripod. This is one thing I can never understand. Designers from italy make cameras light, expensive, and give nice bags to carry them. However, they fail to realise that the poor person carrying the tripod gets to enjoy dropping it on his feet every 5 minutes, and making you look like a pregnant woman on the bus.
This thing shouldnt even be called a tripod. It must be like what they used in 8000 BC China to punish disobedient students. It has like no grip to carry, no carrying case. Basically nowhere to hold on to. You either wrap your arm around it, or you have to use plastic bags to make a carrier.
The skies were kind enough to sympathize with me, sending tears and making me almost slip and fall. Well, miraculously, I reached. 1.27pm. On time!
4.30 came. I was still sitting there like an idiot with a tripod...
Finally, the cast came and we could film.
Filming went quite smoothly, and it ended. While wrapping up, we played back to relish our efforts. Video was good, quality was fine. Suddenly we realised the thing was v noisy. So I put headphones and listened.
I kid you not, an invisible typhoon must have been behind us while we were filming. The audio was so distorted I swear it makes Rihanna sound good. Present no.2 !
Well, you know what they say, good things comes in threes. So it was 7.35, 8pm had a debate discussion in KAP mac, so went there. Arrived 7:50, early, and had dinner. KAP's macspicy is like a total rip-off. Somehow, the main composition of the burger is like pepper. I have no idea why, but finishing my sprite still left my tongue burning. It was past 8. I realise they were late, and called... they said will be late.
Suddenly I had a v bright idea. I could see a doctor and get a MC, but I was carrying a 5000kg weight with me. Eventually I left it with a nice staff at the counter, whom gladly offered to keep it for me while I redeem myself from another semester of CATS.
As I reached the clinic I got another call from my beloved teammates informing me they were at like Novena, and wanted me to go over. Naturally I gave the only sensible reply. F_CK _FF . Would you like to buy a vowel?
Entered the clinic, and got to see the doctor. People, this is the way you get MCs, do not learn from ozy, who tries to talk alot of nonsense and ends up with pills that make you retarded. I went in, and clearly presented my points.
- I have a headache in the morning
- Now I'm perfectly fine.
- MC, ty.
The doctor was like the best thing that happened to me today. His sympathy and understanding of my plight amazed me. He knew what to say and what to do, his silent emphaty should be the decree of what all doctors should follow. One simple "Ok, I understand".
Medical expenses + paracetamol = 32 SGD
Total consultation time: 30 seconds
Doctors make well over a dollar a second. Don't come tell me nonsense that science makes no money.
Actually he gave me muscle relaxant, I think he heard me yelling at paul outside his office.
I decided to go home, just so cos I was freaking pissed, the group didnt relent, endlessly flooding me with missed calls as I was waiting for 184.
As I boarded the bus, I was relived, a bad day gone.. Suddenly, as the doors closed....
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" NA BEI, WHERES MY TRIPOD?! "
burnt saturday
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O'l Almighty lord,
Please help vanquish dementia poor students like us suffer. Apart from the Great Flood of assignments, we have to suffer from festering burdens of an ingenious scam called "teamwork". While we toil hard on the soil, our "brothers" and "sisters" are on F&F (Friendster and Facebook) . When we meet to celebrate your grace, we wait for the seasons to change before they show. When our scalp bleeds from the scratching they supervise us, and try to look pretty. Giggle and smile at you, as if our ideas parallel Niagara Falls and it is by divine rights all ideas come from us. We believe in you, lord, like we believe in them. We trust you lord, like we trust them. *removes knife from back* When you shine you'r holy light to the dawn of a new day, I receive your "gifts" and thank you I'm still alive....Amen.
Ok, I fail at this. Simply cannot bring myself to type further. Was supposed to receive script ideas from 两座山. So I checked my email, to receive a "TADAAAA". And that's all. Script idea for a 6 minute film. "TADAAA", very helpful! Either he thinks its very funny or he doesn't realise its a zero for peer-evaluation.
Had a very bad day today, I will not disseminate its contents to invoke melancholy to my loyal readers like ms chew.
People, this I shit you not. Projects may seem fun and easy, but picking the wrong people guarantees you an "F". Sure, you may be good at picking apples in a supermarket, but that's NEWBISH stuff! *scoffs*
People to avoid when doing projects:
Funny people
Usually people who think they are very funny are not. Good example is rome. Nevertheless, humor is never too good in a group. Nothing gets done when you are drunk on laughter, or freezing if its not really funny.
Flower Vase
Unless the project has a very big presentation factor, or a superficial lecturer, do not pick ornaments. These individuals usually just look pretty, or attempt to look pretty during discussion neither which are very helpful. I swear to god, if you pour water and stick a rose on their empty heads, they can be used for candle-lit dinners.
Wet Blankets
Supposedly Islamic, these serve the same function as suicide bombers. BOOM! Everyone dies.
Timekeepers
These are people who usually makes your mum ask you why your project takes 8 hours to complete. Arranging a meeting in summer will ensure that you see them earliest when its snowing. snowie^-^
招财猫
These are individuals who supposedly are easy to work with. Synonyms with those 16.99 head-nodders in comics connection. Everything is replied with an "ok" or "sure". One day I will test by sticking 5 cigars in their mouth and asking them if its ok to light.
Scarecrows
These are the lower-class of Flower Vases, for ornamental purposes but do not have that X-factor. Simply there to make up numbers, and to make the group seem more important.
Researchers
Don't get me wrong, of course I need info. But I dont need to know who Paris Hilton slept with. Please provide me with something I can submit, not news that Hudgens has naked pics over the Internet.
Young Einsteins
It is of course good to get bright sparks in brainstorming, however, unripe fruits are like young Einsteins, supposedly mentally retarded. If you do not listen in class, do not read assignment handouts, do not possess MENSA membership card or If you know nothing, please find a way to make yourself disappear before I throw a table at you.
Please help vanquish dementia poor students like us suffer. Apart from the Great Flood of assignments, we have to suffer from festering burdens of an ingenious scam called "teamwork". While we toil hard on the soil, our "brothers" and "sisters" are on F&F (Friendster and Facebook) . When we meet to celebrate your grace, we wait for the seasons to change before they show. When our scalp bleeds from the scratching they supervise us, and try to look pretty. Giggle and smile at you, as if our ideas parallel Niagara Falls and it is by divine rights all ideas come from us. We believe in you, lord, like we believe in them. We trust you lord, like we trust them. *removes knife from back* When you shine you'r holy light to the dawn of a new day, I receive your "gifts" and thank you I'm still alive....Amen.
Ok, I fail at this. Simply cannot bring myself to type further. Was supposed to receive script ideas from 两座山. So I checked my email, to receive a "TADAAAA". And that's all. Script idea for a 6 minute film. "TADAAA", very helpful! Either he thinks its very funny or he doesn't realise its a zero for peer-evaluation.
Had a very bad day today, I will not disseminate its contents to invoke melancholy to my loyal readers like ms chew.
People, this I shit you not. Projects may seem fun and easy, but picking the wrong people guarantees you an "F". Sure, you may be good at picking apples in a supermarket, but that's NEWBISH stuff! *scoffs*
People to avoid when doing projects:
Funny people
Usually people who think they are very funny are not. Good example is rome. Nevertheless, humor is never too good in a group. Nothing gets done when you are drunk on laughter, or freezing if its not really funny.
Flower Vase
Unless the project has a very big presentation factor, or a superficial lecturer, do not pick ornaments. These individuals usually just look pretty, or attempt to look pretty during discussion neither which are very helpful. I swear to god, if you pour water and stick a rose on their empty heads, they can be used for candle-lit dinners.
Wet Blankets
Supposedly Islamic, these serve the same function as suicide bombers. BOOM! Everyone dies.
Timekeepers
These are people who usually makes your mum ask you why your project takes 8 hours to complete. Arranging a meeting in summer will ensure that you see them earliest when its snowing. snowie^-^
招财猫
These are individuals who supposedly are easy to work with. Synonyms with those 16.99 head-nodders in comics connection. Everything is replied with an "ok" or "sure". One day I will test by sticking 5 cigars in their mouth and asking them if its ok to light.
Scarecrows
These are the lower-class of Flower Vases, for ornamental purposes but do not have that X-factor. Simply there to make up numbers, and to make the group seem more important.
Researchers
Don't get me wrong, of course I need info. But I dont need to know who Paris Hilton slept with. Please provide me with something I can submit, not news that Hudgens has naked pics over the Internet.
Young Einsteins
It is of course good to get bright sparks in brainstorming, however, unripe fruits are like young Einsteins, supposedly mentally retarded. If you do not listen in class, do not read assignment handouts, do not possess MENSA membership card or If you know nothing, please find a way to make yourself disappear before I throw a table at you.
Jay Chou has lost all my respect
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His previous works are known to be an epitome of music, however, his latest tinkering has proved otherwise. It has finally come to an end, like all good things, his streak of remarkable sales for his songs, considering 70% of the songs contain incomprehensible gibberish. Yes of course, he's Jay.
Seated comfortably relaxed as a cowboy on a pink pony and with his usual laid back look on his album cover, he resembles one of the lead casts in Brokeback Mountain. Gay.. I mean.. Jay Chou's new album has received incredibly low sales, nearing only 50,000 in two weeks compared to other less popular singers achieve in one. One must feel compelled to buy a CD upon these words, however, a wise bird will wait for his wings to harden before he flies. A few minutes of "preview" into his new album has completely obliterated my respect for him.
Jay's response to his poor album sales was not somewhat honest like... "Oh, Ok, So I can't be a cowboy?" or "I should stick to singing Arabic" but a disappointing "My sales figures are genuine". If this is not a publicity stunt, it better be that Jay got hit hard on the head with a grand piano while filming Secret. Either way, it depicts one of the sad facts of life that when-you-get-despo-you-chut-pattern-to-sell and answers an age-old question: Do you change or conform?
As if my mental capabilities were not maimed badly enough, I had to find his MV on Youtube. People, I will not elaborate more. When you see the MV, you will wonder who managed to impersonate Jay and get away with an MV. And just when I thought I could pin my hopes on the rest of his album for salvation, he bites me square in the ass with song after song of William Hung.
For someone who has been nearly immortalised in the music industry for his works of zenith across numerous years, this is no doubt a very stupid ending, like in DOA. What I manage to reclaim from my shattered hopes was this song currently playing in your ear. However, this too does not end nicely, as Jay has managed to infuse chicken-slaughtering sounds at the end of the song to be considered part of his "music". If I personally could see Jay now, believe me, I will aim another grand piano at his head to fix this sacrilege.
Seated comfortably relaxed as a cowboy on a pink pony and with his usual laid back look on his album cover, he resembles one of the lead casts in Brokeback Mountain. Gay.. I mean.. Jay Chou's new album has received incredibly low sales, nearing only 50,000 in two weeks compared to other less popular singers achieve in one. One must feel compelled to buy a CD upon these words, however, a wise bird will wait for his wings to harden before he flies. A few minutes of "preview" into his new album has completely obliterated my respect for him.
Jay's response to his poor album sales was not somewhat honest like... "Oh, Ok, So I can't be a cowboy?" or "I should stick to singing Arabic" but a disappointing "My sales figures are genuine". If this is not a publicity stunt, it better be that Jay got hit hard on the head with a grand piano while filming Secret. Either way, it depicts one of the sad facts of life that when-you-get-despo-you-chut-pattern-to-sell and answers an age-old question: Do you change or conform?
As if my mental capabilities were not maimed badly enough, I had to find his MV on Youtube. People, I will not elaborate more. When you see the MV, you will wonder who managed to impersonate Jay and get away with an MV. And just when I thought I could pin my hopes on the rest of his album for salvation, he bites me square in the ass with song after song of William Hung.
For someone who has been nearly immortalised in the music industry for his works of zenith across numerous years, this is no doubt a very stupid ending, like in DOA. What I manage to reclaim from my shattered hopes was this song currently playing in your ear. However, this too does not end nicely, as Jay has managed to infuse chicken-slaughtering sounds at the end of the song to be considered part of his "music". If I personally could see Jay now, believe me, I will aim another grand piano at his head to fix this sacrilege.
Solitary
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Been spending quite alot of time alone now, you can say its up to the extent of months... well, psychologically at least. The 11th hour has already begun, the year is almost over, and because I'm doing my fair share of emo-ing as a prerequisite for a adolescent, I shall reflect on some of my mental thesises throughout the year.
Children - Hate them? Adore them? I must say this is a rather recent issue that really deserves reflection. It was not until a passing of the kid's playground in my school did it invoke my senses. Ok, so its true. I didn't really like children alot, I thought they were extremley spoilt and possessed logic closest to women; imcomprehensible. Then one day I realised how happy I was many years back and miraculously started to believe I didn't like them simply because of a silent jealously: they were always so much happier. For individuals who share the ghost of my recent past, I'd advise you to be more cultured, maybe take up art, for it is only then can you learn to see more beauty the simple things of everyday life.
Adolescence - No denial, we've at one point of our lives rubbed the lamp, hoping a genie will appear and make us age ten years. Always wanting freedom was a mistake. I think I prefer choices to be made for me. Call me irresponsible, but hey, I can do without the great power spidey. It like that, being neither here nor there is but a nuisance to everyone. I think this is why suicide rates rocket in our years. Someone forgot to put emoing and PMSing under the CIP needed for us to graduate into full-fledged adults, I am clocking in my time now. Dun piss me off.
Friends - Call me superficial, but I'm a black artist. You will see me staring at a flaw then mere perfection. I'm too proud? nono, I'm just downright arrogant >=). Something which I have yet to accomplish, this will undoubtedly be in my milestones for 2008 : Learn to accept assholes as friends, because there is no one else left on the waiting list.
Life - This shouldn't really be here. Oh well. It seems scary, as you grow older. You begin to become more materialistic. Your ideals and dreams seem to be vanquished by the passage of time. Some of us will even lose shreds of moral fibre when we lie in our curriculum vitae. With so much precious to lose, and so much of atrocity give me Children's Day any day. I will join Michael Jackson in his crusade.
Children - Hate them? Adore them? I must say this is a rather recent issue that really deserves reflection. It was not until a passing of the kid's playground in my school did it invoke my senses. Ok, so its true. I didn't really like children alot, I thought they were extremley spoilt and possessed logic closest to women; imcomprehensible. Then one day I realised how happy I was many years back and miraculously started to believe I didn't like them simply because of a silent jealously: they were always so much happier. For individuals who share the ghost of my recent past, I'd advise you to be more cultured, maybe take up art, for it is only then can you learn to see more beauty the simple things of everyday life.
Adolescence - No denial, we've at one point of our lives rubbed the lamp, hoping a genie will appear and make us age ten years. Always wanting freedom was a mistake. I think I prefer choices to be made for me. Call me irresponsible, but hey, I can do without the great power spidey. It like that, being neither here nor there is but a nuisance to everyone. I think this is why suicide rates rocket in our years. Someone forgot to put emoing and PMSing under the CIP needed for us to graduate into full-fledged adults, I am clocking in my time now. Dun piss me off.
Friends - Call me superficial, but I'm a black artist. You will see me staring at a flaw then mere perfection. I'm too proud? nono, I'm just downright arrogant >=). Something which I have yet to accomplish, this will undoubtedly be in my milestones for 2008 : Learn to accept assholes as friends, because there is no one else left on the waiting list.
Life - This shouldn't really be here. Oh well. It seems scary, as you grow older. You begin to become more materialistic. Your ideals and dreams seem to be vanquished by the passage of time. Some of us will even lose shreds of moral fibre when we lie in our curriculum vitae. With so much precious to lose, and so much of atrocity give me Children's Day any day. I will join Michael Jackson in his crusade.
Rules of a world
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{null;begin: Nonsensical Rant}
Every system is like an object in a vast universe. Picture it gliding across space without opposition. Nothing works without absolute truth, or so called a pillar of truth. Every system, has that piece, that cannot fail, or there will simply be no system at all.
We talk about life, what are the two things that are certain? Well, the closest you get is death and taxes, which so happens to make a plausible thesis. Sparta can be your throne, but time will see your body turn to dust. No death, no life. Nothing can live without dying, nothing can die without living. Makes sense?
Without an absolute system, a confirmation, nothing is certain, the system fails. Because nothing remains its rationality, which is my only restraint from now strangling non-aethists and smacking them hard on their head. This is the only possible reason I think God can exist for, absoluteness.
Ponder, are now aware of what you are doing, are you conscious? Are you awake, or are you dreaming you are awake? What happens if you suddenly awake, realising you life has been a dream? What happens if you never wake up, are you then awake, or asleep?
Further, a tree collaspes in the middle of a forest. It's sound no one hears, its difference no one sees, its presence no one knows. Did it then happen? Does it make a difference if it does happen or does not happen?
Friends: Do they exist? What is a friend, what is an acquaintance? You smile together, laugh together, hurt together, bleed together. Does that make him a friend or an acquaintance? Yes, No? What makes so? No truth, no friend? So does he really exist? Or is he merely a figment of your imagination? Worse still, do they use slander in your name?
What is real, what is not? If you have not been told you are reading, are you then reading, or would you agree you are knowing?
Many of life's mysteries. There never is a system without a pillar, so how can people claim something to be absolute. So if you have understood what I was trying to say, you will have realised you've just spent five minutes of your life in vain.
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Every system is like an object in a vast universe. Picture it gliding across space without opposition. Nothing works without absolute truth, or so called a pillar of truth. Every system, has that piece, that cannot fail, or there will simply be no system at all.
We talk about life, what are the two things that are certain? Well, the closest you get is death and taxes, which so happens to make a plausible thesis. Sparta can be your throne, but time will see your body turn to dust. No death, no life. Nothing can live without dying, nothing can die without living. Makes sense?
Without an absolute system, a confirmation, nothing is certain, the system fails. Because nothing remains its rationality, which is my only restraint from now strangling non-aethists and smacking them hard on their head. This is the only possible reason I think God can exist for, absoluteness.
Ponder, are now aware of what you are doing, are you conscious? Are you awake, or are you dreaming you are awake? What happens if you suddenly awake, realising you life has been a dream? What happens if you never wake up, are you then awake, or asleep?
Further, a tree collaspes in the middle of a forest. It's sound no one hears, its difference no one sees, its presence no one knows. Did it then happen? Does it make a difference if it does happen or does not happen?
Friends: Do they exist? What is a friend, what is an acquaintance? You smile together, laugh together, hurt together, bleed together. Does that make him a friend or an acquaintance? Yes, No? What makes so? No truth, no friend? So does he really exist? Or is he merely a figment of your imagination? Worse still, do they use slander in your name?
What is real, what is not? If you have not been told you are reading, are you then reading, or would you agree you are knowing?
Many of life's mysteries. There never is a system without a pillar, so how can people claim something to be absolute. So if you have understood what I was trying to say, you will have realised you've just spent five minutes of your life in vain.
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Weird dreams
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I have to stop waking in the afternoons, simply because the dreams are getting too weird. And I awake with an almost ruptured throat from the pure dryness.
hL says (PM 10:52):or we go MOMO open one chivas 12
nicholas cross says (PM 10:53):how about a chivas 18
alfred. says (PM 10:54):how about a cup of plain water
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.
hL says (PM 10:52):or we go MOMO open one chivas 12
nicholas cross says (PM 10:53):how about a chivas 18
alfred. says (PM 10:54):how about a cup of plain water
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Short.Post.
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Shagged. Projects piling up. Thankfully to my ground, forte helps with stress.
I shit you not, over the past weekend, I must have turned into a girl. I'm like menstruating through my nose. (this is the only term I can think of) Every now and then, for no apparent reason, I'd bleed like crap for about ten seconds, then the blood will stop... as quickly as it came. Luckily for me this usually happens in the toilet, so it dosent get really messy. Apologies to those I've scared before Whisper. I know a white sink of blood isn't too common a sight. I found it pretty hilarous until when I related this story to my friend, his gf suggested I stuff a tampon up my nose. Not funny.
Some very obvious cries of outrage, that my lengthy posts are congesting your eye vessels. Okok, I'll try to keep things nice and sweet. Condolences to PJ people, and the best of luck with it. 600 Raw Score retainees isn't something very glam or possible. Do look forward. Life goes on.
S&W tomorrow will see me with a tennis racket, and Bukit Timah road full of tennis balls....
Eh, why you no school today!?
"Holiday! Holiday!"
I shit you not, over the past weekend, I must have turned into a girl. I'm like menstruating through my nose. (this is the only term I can think of) Every now and then, for no apparent reason, I'd bleed like crap for about ten seconds, then the blood will stop... as quickly as it came. Luckily for me this usually happens in the toilet, so it dosent get really messy. Apologies to those I've scared before Whisper. I know a white sink of blood isn't too common a sight. I found it pretty hilarous until when I related this story to my friend, his gf suggested I stuff a tampon up my nose. Not funny.
Some very obvious cries of outrage, that my lengthy posts are congesting your eye vessels. Okok, I'll try to keep things nice and sweet. Condolences to PJ people, and the best of luck with it. 600 Raw Score retainees isn't something very glam or possible. Do look forward. Life goes on.
S&W tomorrow will see me with a tennis racket, and Bukit Timah road full of tennis balls....
Eh, why you no school today!?
"Holiday! Holiday!"
The fallacies of MCM
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As per cirriculum for JJC students, I shall pen this post in the midst of doing yoga, by breathing only through one nose. This is not voluntary, but a result of an irremovable congestion, cold and sore throat. I may be sick, but you wont realise how sick I am until u finish this post.
Many people have been asking me what I'm studying in MCM. Well, to be frank, I don't know why I'm even there, let alone how my modules will be of use. For the sake of ignorant readers, I will be rewarding your loyalty to my blog with a free crash-course. (Limited time only) Fellow coursemates, please do not read, or proceed with an open-heart for laughter. I haven't written my will yet, and I'm still a virgin.
Because of stereotypical influences, I've been taught to believe that there are certain distinct traits to individuals whom choose this field of study, mostly which are not very pleasant. Of course, you can disagree....and for the first time, you are not wrong, simply because I say so.
Poor Chinese
Terribly untrue, as I am a living testimonial. You will see students from even Chinese extractions attempt to speak english once they realise you are from MCM, after you have spent half an hour figuring out it IS english. However, like in every herd, there will always be black sheep, some which just happen to make out 0.3% of the cohort.
Significantly Smarter
If you think Steve Job's marketing is Crème de la Crème, you obviously havent met the smart chap who thought up of this. With controversy armed as his/her marketing tool, the individual has successfully sold the course as an "by-invitation-only" thing. One such evidence is that half the world dosent know what you study in MCM, but they want to get in. (Or so I think.. See!? Even I've been sold out!)
Assumption : You have to be smart and cool to get in.
Fact: Dawn is in.
Bimbo-City
Till now, I've been unable to ascertain the nature of this stigmata. Likewise, its results appear to show almost a 50-50. Be it my terrible taste, or that God seems be blind in this area. The lands of MCM are where you can find students dressed in the most.... fashionable fashions... too fashionable to the extent you might think they are something taken out of Minority Report. However, the sad fact is that one of the three personalities of a bimbo are not fufilled here. I WILL not SAY. DONT ASK ME ANYMORE.
Bimbo - (Wikiedpia ) Bimbo is a term that emerged in popular English language usage in the late 20th Century to describe an often attractive, yet stupid, pliable woman
There are three distinct classes of individuals that will make up the major consitution in this field of study. Note this is my word of mouth from seniors, and not my ridiculous presumptions expositions, I will post those later, not now.
Nerds:Ner-d:(nûrd): Often assosciated with individuals whom are too engrossed in work, or too enthuastic. Being an A student also automatically qualifies you for this. For examples, please refer to ShengYong. I will consider myself to be either here or the next category, except I dont have the results. You can disagree, but this time you're wrong.
BackStabbers:Bak.St-aBBrS:(bāk'stāb'er): Used to describe students whom have almost made the auditions for HitMan: The Movie. Adept with many types of knives, they are able swiftly and silently penetrate your flesh to leave you bleeding and dying. Only applicable from the behind. See Silent Assassains for disambiguation.
Clubbers:Cla.BBerS:(klŭb'ərs): Synomous with slow moving zombies in Resident Evil : Extinction, they are people whom usually appear to be silent in lectures, not because they are paying attention, but that they have still two full bottles of Barcardi in their blood, and are dying from liver failure at 17. I swear do not light a fire near them, or you will be charged with Arson/Murder.
However, in my fairly short stay in the course. I feel that there are certainly more sub-sections that should be included. This is the part where my ridiculous presumptions come in.
Otakus- Often clad in weird outfits. Being around such individuals too long will make you fear black notebooks. Believing they possess supernatural powers of some sort, such people speak in gibberish only their fellow counterparts understand. Because their perception of reality lies only a thin line away from their Gundam suit, I will advise you to stay clear of the more severe cases... or you will hear him shouting "SENNEN GOROSHI!"
WuZunFans- Basically blind people. Or students that need new specs. Often seen in crowded areas shouting at their idols, such people can whine for a lecture being one hour long, and squeal in joy waiting like... five days to welcome some ladyboy from taiwan. Frequent hangouts include: K-Box, Comics Connection. Basically identifable by shouting "WUZUN!" loudly. This is very much like shouting "Hitler!" and a german proudly stick out his arm and go "HEIL!"
Emo:Subcultural People- No character description. All attempts to communicate with them have been recriporacted with blank stares. Often seen in toilets with razor blades.
Because I have totally no idea what I'm studying, I'm sorry I will not be able to provide you insights to the nature of this course. However, what I want to highlight is a very very useful class known as CATS.
A class where its students are encouraged to think out of the box and practice expressionalism, in hope that they will discover some supernova idea. However, what most people do not know that this also doubles as a training facility of sucide bombers under the decitful cover : Creative Applied Thinking Skills.
Students are told to come up with creative solutions to terribly improbable problems. The best thing is that all solutions are acceptable, as long they sound feasible. (Feasible here refers to using an atomic bomb in Beijing to kill that kid who stole a bun) Students leave the class, supposedly invigorated with confidence that they ARE able to do something and make a change. Sadly, as soon as the last student is out of the door, the teacher goes " HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA, IDIOTS! ". It deeply pains me to see how my fellow schoolmates are decepted into thinking they actually possess some form of power.
Crazy courses need crazy teachers. Mine is no exception. Taken from probably a Harry Potter movie, she is the best candidate for this position. Armed with a face for the topic (She really looks like a cat), and the speech of Dolores Umbridge, she explains creative concepts to students, all which are as real as a three dollar note. Every word she says sounds like an incantation for "Expelimerius!" or "Riddikulus!".
Did you all ever had a feeling that sometimes God is screwing around with you? Well, I do. As soon as I entered my class, I had the joy of my life. Reknowned soccer player F. Terres (I know the spelling, dont act smart) is in my CLASS! Unknown to some of her "friends", this is how her name is pronounced...or so she says. Luckily for me, my cover has not been exposed, unlike Brian, who openly flamed her. I was still able to smile, and GUESS WHAT!? WE DID GROUPWORK TOGETHER~! WOO! Of the HUNDRED's of IS classes, I managed to TIO her. Now how lucky is that?!
Many people have been asking me what I'm studying in MCM. Well, to be frank, I don't know why I'm even there, let alone how my modules will be of use. For the sake of ignorant readers, I will be rewarding your loyalty to my blog with a free crash-course. (Limited time only) Fellow coursemates, please do not read, or proceed with an open-heart for laughter. I haven't written my will yet, and I'm still a virgin.
Because of stereotypical influences, I've been taught to believe that there are certain distinct traits to individuals whom choose this field of study, mostly which are not very pleasant. Of course, you can disagree....and for the first time, you are not wrong, simply because I say so.
Poor Chinese
Terribly untrue, as I am a living testimonial. You will see students from even Chinese extractions attempt to speak english once they realise you are from MCM, after you have spent half an hour figuring out it IS english. However, like in every herd, there will always be black sheep, some which just happen to make out 0.3% of the cohort.
Significantly Smarter
If you think Steve Job's marketing is Crème de la Crème, you obviously havent met the smart chap who thought up of this. With controversy armed as his/her marketing tool, the individual has successfully sold the course as an "by-invitation-only" thing. One such evidence is that half the world dosent know what you study in MCM, but they want to get in. (Or so I think.. See!? Even I've been sold out!)
Assumption : You have to be smart and cool to get in.
Fact: Dawn is in.
Bimbo-City
Till now, I've been unable to ascertain the nature of this stigmata. Likewise, its results appear to show almost a 50-50. Be it my terrible taste, or that God seems be blind in this area. The lands of MCM are where you can find students dressed in the most.... fashionable fashions... too fashionable to the extent you might think they are something taken out of Minority Report. However, the sad fact is that one of the three personalities of a bimbo are not fufilled here. I WILL not SAY. DONT ASK ME ANYMORE.
Bimbo - (Wikiedpia ) Bimbo is a term that emerged in popular English language usage in the late 20th Century to describe an often attractive, yet stupid, pliable woman
There are three distinct classes of individuals that will make up the major consitution in this field of study. Note this is my word of mouth from seniors, and not my ridiculous presumptions expositions, I will post those later, not now.
Nerds:Ner-d:(nûrd): Often assosciated with individuals whom are too engrossed in work, or too enthuastic. Being an A student also automatically qualifies you for this. For examples, please refer to ShengYong. I will consider myself to be either here or the next category, except I dont have the results. You can disagree, but this time you're wrong.
BackStabbers:Bak.St-aBBrS:(bāk'stāb'er): Used to describe students whom have almost made the auditions for HitMan: The Movie. Adept with many types of knives, they are able swiftly and silently penetrate your flesh to leave you bleeding and dying. Only applicable from the behind. See Silent Assassains for disambiguation.
Clubbers:Cla.BBerS:(klŭb'ərs): Synomous with slow moving zombies in Resident Evil : Extinction, they are people whom usually appear to be silent in lectures, not because they are paying attention, but that they have still two full bottles of Barcardi in their blood, and are dying from liver failure at 17. I swear do not light a fire near them, or you will be charged with Arson/Murder.
However, in my fairly short stay in the course. I feel that there are certainly more sub-sections that should be included. This is the part where my ridiculous presumptions come in.
Otakus- Often clad in weird outfits. Being around such individuals too long will make you fear black notebooks. Believing they possess supernatural powers of some sort, such people speak in gibberish only their fellow counterparts understand. Because their perception of reality lies only a thin line away from their Gundam suit, I will advise you to stay clear of the more severe cases... or you will hear him shouting "SENNEN GOROSHI!"
WuZunFans- Basically blind people. Or students that need new specs. Often seen in crowded areas shouting at their idols, such people can whine for a lecture being one hour long, and squeal in joy waiting like... five days to welcome some ladyboy from taiwan. Frequent hangouts include: K-Box, Comics Connection. Basically identifable by shouting "WUZUN!" loudly. This is very much like shouting "Hitler!" and a german proudly stick out his arm and go "HEIL!"
Emo:Subcultural People- No character description. All attempts to communicate with them have been recriporacted with blank stares. Often seen in toilets with razor blades.
Because I have totally no idea what I'm studying, I'm sorry I will not be able to provide you insights to the nature of this course. However, what I want to highlight is a very very useful class known as CATS.
A class where its students are encouraged to think out of the box and practice expressionalism, in hope that they will discover some supernova idea. However, what most people do not know that this also doubles as a training facility of sucide bombers under the decitful cover : Creative Applied Thinking Skills.
Students are told to come up with creative solutions to terribly improbable problems. The best thing is that all solutions are acceptable, as long they sound feasible. (Feasible here refers to using an atomic bomb in Beijing to kill that kid who stole a bun) Students leave the class, supposedly invigorated with confidence that they ARE able to do something and make a change. Sadly, as soon as the last student is out of the door, the teacher goes " HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA, IDIOTS! ". It deeply pains me to see how my fellow schoolmates are decepted into thinking they actually possess some form of power.
Crazy courses need crazy teachers. Mine is no exception. Taken from probably a Harry Potter movie, she is the best candidate for this position. Armed with a face for the topic (She really looks like a cat), and the speech of Dolores Umbridge, she explains creative concepts to students, all which are as real as a three dollar note. Every word she says sounds like an incantation for "Expelimerius!" or "Riddikulus!".
Did you all ever had a feeling that sometimes God is screwing around with you? Well, I do. As soon as I entered my class, I had the joy of my life. Reknowned soccer player F. Terres (I know the spelling, dont act smart) is in my CLASS! Unknown to some of her "friends", this is how her name is pronounced...or so she says. Luckily for me, my cover has not been exposed, unlike Brian, who openly flamed her. I was still able to smile, and GUESS WHAT!? WE DID GROUPWORK TOGETHER~! WOO! Of the HUNDRED's of IS classes, I managed to TIO her. Now how lucky is that?!
Why singapore is such a safe place
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Most of us aren't afraid to go home late.. okay accept for the fact your parents might lock you out because you fail as Cinderella and the clock happened to strike twelve one tick too fast. We all have to admit, most of us are not afraid to stay out late, because we think Singapore is safe.
Other factors aside, I feel the most important one is that we have a lack of competent gangsters.
Why do I say so? If you recall, when was the last time you got beaten up by some hooligan off the street you might have some trouble, others will be crossing their fingers while telling me it was just the other day.
While gangsters in other countries form triads reputable enough to even make officers cower at their toes, local triads only make it as far as the kopitiam, drowning down gallons of Carlsberg while portraying the beauty of the Hokkien dialect at Chelsea scoring a goal, accompanied by relevant hand signals. I swear to god a deaf foreigner will do sign language back.
I shall attempt to disseminate and highlight differences in gangsterism
Appearance
Next we take a look at the differences in a micro-level, down to each individual. The average local ah-beng dresses in tapered tight jeans, always with holes. To qualify as a full-fledged local gangster, your hair cannot be black, and you must have holes in your body big enough to steal bubble tea straws with. In addition you must have proficiency in at least three four different languages, (only keywords) and breathe only through a cigarette.
The overseas gangster will differ in-terms of appearance by class. While lower level "runners" dress very much alike our local pathetic-excuse-of-a-gangster ahbengs, the higher levels put on a suit with sunglasses. (I lifted that off a movie, don't argue with me, they say what's on TV is always right) Even higher classes will don a five figure Armani suit.
Admission
In the section, I shall highlight the pre-requisites of gang admission. The overseas triad will usually put you on a "probation", requesting that you rob that old granny or extort money of some small kid. Only after successful completion of the tasks are you then accepted into the brotherhood.. or sisterhood, whichever applies. (Niggy i think they will have problem placing you)
Then we take a look at the admission criteria for the local gang. (Notice the difference in terminology, gang & triad) Well basically there's like none, you just have to have the brain of a turkey or a deprived and abusive childhood. Just offer tea, down that beer and you're in.
Activities
All gangs will of course have "outings", or so we call, activities. The local gang usually hangs out at a shopping mall, and contemplate on stuff they will like to... lift. After many shoves and whimp-calling. A feeble teen is chosen. Already wetting his pants, he attempts to pocket that new Jay Chou album while the rest of his team stay on high alert... looking out for uniformed old men nearing their eigthes, whom are supposed to be able to catch up to teenage shoplifters. The coast is clear, the teen strides with an aura of confidence out of the shop, thinking that he has succeeded. Seconds later, sirens blare, and he starts crapping in his pants. His "team" scatters out of sight so fast, breaking the sound barrier in the process. The teen panics and is eventually held down by old men in blue, catching up in their walking sticks. Only when the CD is retrieved from him does the teen realise there's a sensor tag there...THEY are the only reason why you see your local security do not bother to hire able-bodied guards.
The overseas gang however sits quietly in a van with ski-masks on. The doors suddenly slide open and they exit, spotting their target. Seconds later, they are back in the van, with the victim. No questions asked.
Ascension
All management systems require a hierarchy of authority, "ranks" or so to say. In the local gang because of their limited activities, there are basically not many chances to ascend to new heights. Your rank is determined by your loyalty as a dog to your gang, and the amount of cash you steal for your boss.
Because of the wide range of social activies the overseas triad engages in, from Arson to Assassination, there is very much chance for a newcomer to climb the ladder quickly. Activies come with credit points, depending on their level of stupidity. Also, honour comes from your abilities to destroy your liver. Being able to empty 4 bottles of vodka also make you respected.
Aggression
" EH, YOU STARE WAD STARE? " This line, recited more times then the bible, is the oldest testament a gangster will use as a pick-up line. Usually the aggressor will reciprocate with similar language, punctuated by a string of vulgarities. The situation heats up, the number of members on both sides multiply faster then Anthrax released in Beijing. It looks like a bloody battle is about to begin.... Then suddenly, one man from a side steps forward, while the rest back off... the other side complies, sending out their best man. The chosen warriors step forward. This is it, it looks like its one man for an army... this was Troy. The men inch closer, as if trying to cut the battle short... their hands extend, ready for battle................and they shake hands, saying peace.
This looks like a movie by Rudolph Maté, director of D.O.A and if I see this in a cinema, I will empty my popcorn on whoever picked this show.
We sail across the seas now, it's a crowded bar. Some people just cant keep their eyes to themselves. They must stare and glare. Unfortunately, his eyes fall on a triad boss. The boss stares back. Unsure of his dire situation, the individual continues, the boss.....smiles back at him. The individual is taken aback, and quickly turns away... All seems well... but don't look now, I think I see a Bacardi flying for him.
Verdict: Be thankful people, you live in a city where child-porn watchers hail more respect then gangsters.
If any of you decides to go into teaching, I will strongly urge you to setup a school for these lost souls on how to be a proper gangsters, but beware. This is going to be no easy feat. Besides the long hours you will have to spend to teach them how to use glue. You will have to have an eBay account, to start buying in some brains to upgrade theirs. I also recommend you send them on exchange programmes overseas to meet their fellow counterparts to learn how things should be done.
Singapore is really growing to be a pathetic nation, we don't even have proper vice.
"...its a small crime... and I've got no excuse.. is that alright?"
Other factors aside, I feel the most important one is that we have a lack of competent gangsters.
Why do I say so? If you recall, when was the last time you got beaten up by some hooligan off the street you might have some trouble, others will be crossing their fingers while telling me it was just the other day.
While gangsters in other countries form triads reputable enough to even make officers cower at their toes, local triads only make it as far as the kopitiam, drowning down gallons of Carlsberg while portraying the beauty of the Hokkien dialect at Chelsea scoring a goal, accompanied by relevant hand signals. I swear to god a deaf foreigner will do sign language back.
I shall attempt to disseminate and highlight differences in gangsterism
Appearance
Next we take a look at the differences in a micro-level, down to each individual. The average local ah-beng dresses in tapered tight jeans, always with holes. To qualify as a full-fledged local gangster, your hair cannot be black, and you must have holes in your body big enough to steal bubble tea straws with. In addition you must have proficiency in at least three four different languages, (only keywords) and breathe only through a cigarette.
The overseas gangster will differ in-terms of appearance by class. While lower level "runners" dress very much alike our local pathetic-excuse-of-a-gangster ahbengs, the higher levels put on a suit with sunglasses. (I lifted that off a movie, don't argue with me, they say what's on TV is always right) Even higher classes will don a five figure Armani suit.
Admission
In the section, I shall highlight the pre-requisites of gang admission. The overseas triad will usually put you on a "probation", requesting that you rob that old granny or extort money of some small kid. Only after successful completion of the tasks are you then accepted into the brotherhood.. or sisterhood, whichever applies. (Niggy i think they will have problem placing you)
Then we take a look at the admission criteria for the local gang. (Notice the difference in terminology, gang & triad) Well basically there's like none, you just have to have the brain of a turkey or a deprived and abusive childhood. Just offer tea, down that beer and you're in.
Activities
All gangs will of course have "outings", or so we call, activities. The local gang usually hangs out at a shopping mall, and contemplate on stuff they will like to... lift. After many shoves and whimp-calling. A feeble teen is chosen. Already wetting his pants, he attempts to pocket that new Jay Chou album while the rest of his team stay on high alert... looking out for uniformed old men nearing their eigthes, whom are supposed to be able to catch up to teenage shoplifters. The coast is clear, the teen strides with an aura of confidence out of the shop, thinking that he has succeeded. Seconds later, sirens blare, and he starts crapping in his pants. His "team" scatters out of sight so fast, breaking the sound barrier in the process. The teen panics and is eventually held down by old men in blue, catching up in their walking sticks. Only when the CD is retrieved from him does the teen realise there's a sensor tag there...THEY are the only reason why you see your local security do not bother to hire able-bodied guards.
The overseas gang however sits quietly in a van with ski-masks on. The doors suddenly slide open and they exit, spotting their target. Seconds later, they are back in the van, with the victim. No questions asked.
Ascension
All management systems require a hierarchy of authority, "ranks" or so to say. In the local gang because of their limited activities, there are basically not many chances to ascend to new heights. Your rank is determined by your loyalty as a dog to your gang, and the amount of cash you steal for your boss.
Because of the wide range of social activies the overseas triad engages in, from Arson to Assassination, there is very much chance for a newcomer to climb the ladder quickly. Activies come with credit points, depending on their level of stupidity. Also, honour comes from your abilities to destroy your liver. Being able to empty 4 bottles of vodka also make you respected.
Aggression
" EH, YOU STARE WAD STARE? " This line, recited more times then the bible, is the oldest testament a gangster will use as a pick-up line. Usually the aggressor will reciprocate with similar language, punctuated by a string of vulgarities. The situation heats up, the number of members on both sides multiply faster then Anthrax released in Beijing. It looks like a bloody battle is about to begin.... Then suddenly, one man from a side steps forward, while the rest back off... the other side complies, sending out their best man. The chosen warriors step forward. This is it, it looks like its one man for an army... this was Troy. The men inch closer, as if trying to cut the battle short... their hands extend, ready for battle................and they shake hands, saying peace.
This looks like a movie by Rudolph Maté, director of D.O.A and if I see this in a cinema, I will empty my popcorn on whoever picked this show.
We sail across the seas now, it's a crowded bar. Some people just cant keep their eyes to themselves. They must stare and glare. Unfortunately, his eyes fall on a triad boss. The boss stares back. Unsure of his dire situation, the individual continues, the boss.....smiles back at him. The individual is taken aback, and quickly turns away... All seems well... but don't look now, I think I see a Bacardi flying for him.
Verdict: Be thankful people, you live in a city where child-porn watchers hail more respect then gangsters.
If any of you decides to go into teaching, I will strongly urge you to setup a school for these lost souls on how to be a proper gangsters, but beware. This is going to be no easy feat. Besides the long hours you will have to spend to teach them how to use glue. You will have to have an eBay account, to start buying in some brains to upgrade theirs. I also recommend you send them on exchange programmes overseas to meet their fellow counterparts to learn how things should be done.
Singapore is really growing to be a pathetic nation, we don't even have proper vice.
"...its a small crime... and I've got no excuse.. is that alright?"
Cooking Mania
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Ok, blogging now because I've more free time. Actually its just because I cannot afford another 5am slumber entry. Awoke today with a very terrifying dream, contents too shameful to divulge. Its like a graveyard in my closet.
Dream Journals, how many of you keep it? Its a diary for your mental metamorphasis. Incase you do not realise, most people do not have dream-retention. Try recalling three dreams from last week, you'd probably remember not even one.. and no.. It's not 'cause you didn't dream, you do, every night too. Ok, I used to have a dream journal, its in a form of a blog, ninjas please go find it and read it, thereafter proceed to expose my secretZ.
Over the past few weeks, I've come to realise your dreams, if you remember them well enough, are somewhat random linkages between chains of thoughts lingering in the corners of your mind. The brillance is they manage to piece into a story or scene, and the nova is that you actually buy your own bullshit. Recall: When was the last time you were conscious you were in a dream? I think I shall invest more of my efforts into dream-recall and control, I find it builds you mentally, very strongly. You should try it.
Label: Lucid Dreaming
Yesterday was a fun day. Spent at our dog's house, ( no justin, not you, ur black ). Yes, its JiaRen, he's back for a visit, so how could we miss a chance to abuse him? So we did what we do best....we make a mess. ( that rhymes you notice? ) The plan was to buy food and start cooking, however, we lacked a kitchen, this is where he comes in handy. People, do not let us into your kitchen. We will turn it into war-torn Iraq.
So the cooking was fun, except for the onions. Onions do turn you into a pussy, you start weeping when you cut them. ( I'm a taizi at home, don't expect me to know this ) Actually, its more of an irritant, like a fly buzzing around, juz that this one goes in and out of your eyes. So we were about done with all the food, then we started cleaning up a little. That was when I saw Brian sweating terribly by the sink. I went to look, and started laughing.
Underpaid Child Labour
HAHHAA. You'll have to excuse my shaky hands. Brian was busy scrubbing the pan, which was covered in burnt onions. He was like *omg, please dont stick there, come off*. It was like looking at those maids scrubbing stains off the floor, or the employer will deduct their pay.
*No Mum! I'am sorry Mum! No cut my pay!*
Brian: "I wish those TV commercials on those cleaners really work" HAHAHHAHAHA. He was scrubbing really hard. When it finally came off, after I recommended JIF, Brian was like : "yay, no need pay for new one". HAHAHAHAHAH
And so, after waiting for princess, we finally could eat.
You'll always see CA drinking, never eating.
Everyone please take notice of LY, he looks happy, and perfectly sane... right? Yup. Right, later that'll change. Great food, great place, just tuck-in (:
Then came the red wine..
So it was on to prance on JiaRen's piano, making hell of a ruckus, wrathing our presence across the silence and darkness that shrouded us. All was swell until JiaRen's mom came and said, "Guys I think you all have to quieten down abit, its almost eleven" I was like OMGWTFBBQ, my mental clock was only bidding at about eight.. maybe nine?
The wine had sunk in, you can see more people smiling. However, I'd like to highlight LiangYu, please take a look at the pic below to see the........ small difference in his appearance.
You no make hulk angry~!
Some of us.... like *HULK SMASH* got so drunk... that we were doing stupid things like threathening to wank into wine bottles. The more sober of us took a video which we tried to publish but due to *YOU NO MAKE HULK ANGRY* ... some.... issues. I am sorry to say I am unable to do so.
Dream Journals, how many of you keep it? Its a diary for your mental metamorphasis. Incase you do not realise, most people do not have dream-retention. Try recalling three dreams from last week, you'd probably remember not even one.. and no.. It's not 'cause you didn't dream, you do, every night too. Ok, I used to have a dream journal, its in a form of a blog, ninjas please go find it and read it, thereafter proceed to expose my secretZ.
Over the past few weeks, I've come to realise your dreams, if you remember them well enough, are somewhat random linkages between chains of thoughts lingering in the corners of your mind. The brillance is they manage to piece into a story or scene, and the nova is that you actually buy your own bullshit. Recall: When was the last time you were conscious you were in a dream? I think I shall invest more of my efforts into dream-recall and control, I find it builds you mentally, very strongly. You should try it.
Label: Lucid Dreaming
Yesterday was a fun day. Spent at our dog's house, ( no justin, not you, ur black ). Yes, its JiaRen, he's back for a visit, so how could we miss a chance to abuse him? So we did what we do best....we make a mess. ( that rhymes you notice? ) The plan was to buy food and start cooking, however, we lacked a kitchen, this is where he comes in handy. People, do not let us into your kitchen. We will turn it into war-torn Iraq.
So the cooking was fun, except for the onions. Onions do turn you into a pussy, you start weeping when you cut them. ( I'm a taizi at home, don't expect me to know this ) Actually, its more of an irritant, like a fly buzzing around, juz that this one goes in and out of your eyes. So we were about done with all the food, then we started cleaning up a little. That was when I saw Brian sweating terribly by the sink. I went to look, and started laughing.
Underpaid Child Labour
HAHHAA. You'll have to excuse my shaky hands. Brian was busy scrubbing the pan, which was covered in burnt onions. He was like *omg, please dont stick there, come off*. It was like looking at those maids scrubbing stains off the floor, or the employer will deduct their pay.
*No Mum! I'am sorry Mum! No cut my pay!*
Brian: "I wish those TV commercials on those cleaners really work" HAHAHHAHAHA. He was scrubbing really hard. When it finally came off, after I recommended JIF, Brian was like : "yay, no need pay for new one". HAHAHAHAHAH
And so, after waiting for princess, we finally could eat.
You'll always see CA drinking, never eating.
Everyone please take notice of LY, he looks happy, and perfectly sane... right? Yup. Right, later that'll change. Great food, great place, just tuck-in (:
Then came the red wine..
So it was on to prance on JiaRen's piano, making hell of a ruckus, wrathing our presence across the silence and darkness that shrouded us. All was swell until JiaRen's mom came and said, "Guys I think you all have to quieten down abit, its almost eleven" I was like OMGWTFBBQ, my mental clock was only bidding at about eight.. maybe nine?
The wine had sunk in, you can see more people smiling. However, I'd like to highlight LiangYu, please take a look at the pic below to see the........ small difference in his appearance.
You no make hulk angry~!
Some of us.... like *HULK SMASH* got so drunk... that we were doing stupid things like threathening to wank into wine bottles. The more sober of us took a video which we tried to publish but due to *YOU NO MAKE HULK ANGRY* ... some.... issues. I am sorry to say I am unable to do so.
Well It was a great day spent, eating together is always a good thing (:
PS: Brian, changed. just for you.
For everything else, theres udon
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Packet of Maggie Noodles : $0.50
Heating up a pot of water: $0.10
Visit to the doctor: $37.00
Burning in hell for two hours at 2am: Priceless
There are some things money cant buy, for everything else, there's Soba.
Haven't been blogging for sometime now, apologies to my religious readers like Ms.Chew, who right now as I'm blogging is hitting F5 in fanatic anticipation. It's not really my fault, blogging with 8 fingers just isn't right. So it was a typical night at unearthly hours, when the rest of the city is deep in slumber, I was stirring a pot of noodles, cooking it.
I was bringing it carefully to my room, when I realised the lights were off. Nvm, so I just wandered in the darkness when suddenly something hot hit my hand. In tolerance, I continued my voyage, however, the scald caused me to tilt the bowl slightly, resulting in more spills. The heat was too intense, I let go, and the bowl collasped. I stuffed my hands into my shirt instantly, hoping to drain off the heat. It was REALLY very hot, never got scalded this badly before. My bro awoke from the din, he took his handphone and illuminated the area, to reveal noodles strewn across.
Usually, most burns once you drain the water off, dosent hurt anymore. This one was different. It continued. I chiong-ed to the kitchen almost instantly. The best thing my bro just went back to sleep. BWG man.
Along my way, as the light from the kitchen hit my hand, I was shocked. WTF, the SKIN TEAR OFF, and my FINGERS LOOKED FUNNY! OMG! The cool water from the tap rejuventated me. The burn stopped for a while. I thought, okay, not bad already. Suddenly, even under the running water, the skin felt hot.. it was burning again...
Too pain liao. I took iced water and drumped my whole container ice in it. Dropping my hand it, it felt better....... That was when I took this pic.
1.45am, ouch!
See the blisters? See the skin? Omg..? Suddenly, the heat began rising again. I decided I needed some help. So called my MA. However, that smart girl told me to put under running tap water again. Trusting her SJAB badge (not her, her brain rivals a turkey), I proceeded, only to JUMP in more pain. TAP water felt like BOILING water, anyone try before!?!?!
I dipped back into the iced water, however, the burn was getting worse.... MA say must dry with cloth, so I took my hand out of the water. As soon as the air started evaporating its contents... OMG, you can imagine how I felt. Girls, its like taking qinshi out for valentines. You get my intent right..?
Each passing second proved to be a micrphone for pain. I hastily applied the burn cream to my hand, but the burn wasn't stopping, still very pain. It got worse and worse, The skin tear was already bleeding pus. Went to lie on the sofa after MA say must try to sleep. YAYA, sleep in that kind of pain SIA.
Rolled.. endlessly in pain. The pain comes in waves, every occasional moment, it'll subside, then building up and biting you square in the ass. The burn is horrible, heat mortifying. I tossed and turned, losing track of time...
I gained conscious again, however, it was still dark. The pain was *slightly* better, I checked. 4am, I was burning in hell for two hours.
Waited till daybreak. Then decided I needed some professional help.
8.45am See that nice boil?
Walked into a pharmacy,
Me: "Erm, excuse me. Sorry to disturb so early but.. I have a small burn..."
She: "Let me see....?"
*shows my chio hand*
She: *eyes bigger then my wound* " AIYOH, GO SEE A DOCTOR!"
No questions asked. I left, going to see the doctor.
People, let this be a stern warning, Do NOT endanger your life by cooking maggie noodles. They are harzadous and should be classified under Type-1 WOMD. In the event you really have to, please put on the following safety equipment:
1) Latex Gloves
2) Ski Mittens
3) NASA SuitSat-1 (http://www.cq-vhf.com/Spr06S4.gif)
Avoiding any of these safety equipment is abeit to bungee jumping on your home-econs needle thread. Call me paranoid, its YOUR life you're risking. Maggie noodles risk your complexion, skin, and probably other more *important organs*. "You can disagree, but you are wrong" (thebutterfly, 2007). And HEY, we're not even talking what the noodles do to you on the inside. STAY away, I'd recommend soba if you really need to eat worms.
Life goes on, although typing becomes a bitch. Keyboard training goes on. Marriage D'Amour is 90% complete. Infact as I'm typing, I can play the song with not many hitches. BTW do you realise it only needs 8 fingers, and none of which I injure? Coincidence? You wish, so zhun meh? God? Please, he dosent have time for me (RELIGIOUS PPL GET OFF MY BACK, THIS IS MY BLOG. I SHALL POST WHAT I WANT AND U CANT DO ANYTHING DAMMIT!) The answer is simple, as the hot water was reaching for me in attempt to disrupt my training, I quickly evaded it, only letting in scald less important fingers. "You can disagree, but you are wrong" (thebutterfly, 2007).
My Kawarimi is way too fast, Lee can eat my dust.
Moving around in wrapped fingers is NOT funny, and if I catch anyone of you laughing, I will make you cook instant noodles. Try me.
Heating up a pot of water: $0.10
Visit to the doctor: $37.00
Burning in hell for two hours at 2am: Priceless
There are some things money cant buy, for everything else, there's Soba.
Haven't been blogging for sometime now, apologies to my religious readers like Ms.Chew, who right now as I'm blogging is hitting F5 in fanatic anticipation. It's not really my fault, blogging with 8 fingers just isn't right. So it was a typical night at unearthly hours, when the rest of the city is deep in slumber, I was stirring a pot of noodles, cooking it.
I was bringing it carefully to my room, when I realised the lights were off. Nvm, so I just wandered in the darkness when suddenly something hot hit my hand. In tolerance, I continued my voyage, however, the scald caused me to tilt the bowl slightly, resulting in more spills. The heat was too intense, I let go, and the bowl collasped. I stuffed my hands into my shirt instantly, hoping to drain off the heat. It was REALLY very hot, never got scalded this badly before. My bro awoke from the din, he took his handphone and illuminated the area, to reveal noodles strewn across.
Usually, most burns once you drain the water off, dosent hurt anymore. This one was different. It continued. I chiong-ed to the kitchen almost instantly. The best thing my bro just went back to sleep. BWG man.
Along my way, as the light from the kitchen hit my hand, I was shocked. WTF, the SKIN TEAR OFF, and my FINGERS LOOKED FUNNY! OMG! The cool water from the tap rejuventated me. The burn stopped for a while. I thought, okay, not bad already. Suddenly, even under the running water, the skin felt hot.. it was burning again...
Too pain liao. I took iced water and drumped my whole container ice in it. Dropping my hand it, it felt better....... That was when I took this pic.
1.45am, ouch!
See the blisters? See the skin? Omg..? Suddenly, the heat began rising again. I decided I needed some help. So called my MA. However, that smart girl told me to put under running tap water again. Trusting her SJAB badge (not her, her brain rivals a turkey), I proceeded, only to JUMP in more pain. TAP water felt like BOILING water, anyone try before!?!?!
I dipped back into the iced water, however, the burn was getting worse.... MA say must dry with cloth, so I took my hand out of the water. As soon as the air started evaporating its contents... OMG, you can imagine how I felt. Girls, its like taking qinshi out for valentines. You get my intent right..?
Each passing second proved to be a micrphone for pain. I hastily applied the burn cream to my hand, but the burn wasn't stopping, still very pain. It got worse and worse, The skin tear was already bleeding pus. Went to lie on the sofa after MA say must try to sleep. YAYA, sleep in that kind of pain SIA.
Rolled.. endlessly in pain. The pain comes in waves, every occasional moment, it'll subside, then building up and biting you square in the ass. The burn is horrible, heat mortifying. I tossed and turned, losing track of time...
I gained conscious again, however, it was still dark. The pain was *slightly* better, I checked. 4am, I was burning in hell for two hours.
Waited till daybreak. Then decided I needed some professional help.
8.45am See that nice boil?
Walked into a pharmacy,
Me: "Erm, excuse me. Sorry to disturb so early but.. I have a small burn..."
She: "Let me see....?"
*shows my chio hand*
She: *eyes bigger then my wound* " AIYOH, GO SEE A DOCTOR!"
No questions asked. I left, going to see the doctor.
People, let this be a stern warning, Do NOT endanger your life by cooking maggie noodles. They are harzadous and should be classified under Type-1 WOMD. In the event you really have to, please put on the following safety equipment:
1) Latex Gloves
2) Ski Mittens
3) NASA SuitSat-1 (http://www.cq-vhf.com/Spr06S4.gif)
Avoiding any of these safety equipment is abeit to bungee jumping on your home-econs needle thread. Call me paranoid, its YOUR life you're risking. Maggie noodles risk your complexion, skin, and probably other more *important organs*. "You can disagree, but you are wrong" (thebutterfly, 2007). And HEY, we're not even talking what the noodles do to you on the inside. STAY away, I'd recommend soba if you really need to eat worms.
Life goes on, although typing becomes a bitch. Keyboard training goes on. Marriage D'Amour is 90% complete. Infact as I'm typing, I can play the song with not many hitches. BTW do you realise it only needs 8 fingers, and none of which I injure? Coincidence? You wish, so zhun meh? God? Please, he dosent have time for me (RELIGIOUS PPL GET OFF MY BACK, THIS IS MY BLOG. I SHALL POST WHAT I WANT AND U CANT DO ANYTHING DAMMIT!) The answer is simple, as the hot water was reaching for me in attempt to disrupt my training, I quickly evaded it, only letting in scald less important fingers. "You can disagree, but you are wrong" (thebutterfly, 2007).
My Kawarimi is way too fast, Lee can eat my dust.
Moving around in wrapped fingers is NOT funny, and if I catch anyone of you laughing, I will make you cook instant noodles. Try me.
On Weddings...
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They're always there, those familiar faces. You see them every year, every dinner, ever big family occasion. You stare at them, they smile back, as if having known you your entire life, you reciprocate, smiling back. They call out your name, you continue smiling... in tense silence, because you simply have no idea who the hell they are....
Just got back from a rather... interesting wedding dinner. The groom was my cousin, who seemed to have put on a considerable amount of stored energy. My paternal family has 9 siblings, so I have so many relatives I don't even know exist... but they all know I do. Like a scene off disturbia, you kinda get freaked out, its like you've been watched all your life.
The orientation was fairly glamarous, including an interesting montage of photoshoots. Couples nowadays seem to peddle crack, affording the most extravagant marriage photoshoots. Unconsciously, society's crux has polymorphed from materialistic to acquisitive. Desires overshadow their barriers. They had like multi-cultural gowns of photoshoots, (We're not talking local sarees here) in exotic locations. The cutest thing was their poster shots, which clad them in simple shirts and jeans, and them each carrying a dog. (I'm bad with breeds)
So, into like the sixth-dish, I had to.....answer certain calls....Walking into the gents, I realised my laces were undone. So I knelt down to tie them. Suddenly, someone came staggering in. He looked tipsy foaming at the mouth. The foam was purple. Without warning, he jitao merlion beside me. Heng I siamed, or else sure piakpiakpiak all over me. Quickly tying up. When I left the toilet, I noticed merlion stains all over the carpet.. All purple. Twice some more. I think he's screwed, remembering the couple who made papers for their stained carpet suite.
Let's talk family. Usually, we will be brought about to be "introduced" to seniors, so we can greet them. What's their expected response?
" 张那么高了啊。。不认得你了"
Ok, so maybe its the nostalgia, and yes they probably were right. After all....the last time we met was.......okay, pokemon was not even out. ok!? I realise something. In situations like these, you automatically qualify as an ornament. Its almost as if you transform to become an age-old relic, a milestone for time. Relatives use your growth to benchmark how many years have passed. In addition, you receive "appraisals" about your looks. Now, tell me, is that not what you would do the same for a vintage monument?
Most memorable part was their choice of songs, or at least the planner's. Included a instrumental version of Stan, and I Believe as their main theme, a change in blog song ^^
Just got back from a rather... interesting wedding dinner. The groom was my cousin, who seemed to have put on a considerable amount of stored energy. My paternal family has 9 siblings, so I have so many relatives I don't even know exist... but they all know I do. Like a scene off disturbia, you kinda get freaked out, its like you've been watched all your life.
The orientation was fairly glamarous, including an interesting montage of photoshoots. Couples nowadays seem to peddle crack, affording the most extravagant marriage photoshoots. Unconsciously, society's crux has polymorphed from materialistic to acquisitive. Desires overshadow their barriers. They had like multi-cultural gowns of photoshoots, (We're not talking local sarees here) in exotic locations. The cutest thing was their poster shots, which clad them in simple shirts and jeans, and them each carrying a dog. (I'm bad with breeds)
So, into like the sixth-dish, I had to.....answer certain calls....Walking into the gents, I realised my laces were undone. So I knelt down to tie them. Suddenly, someone came staggering in. He looked tipsy foaming at the mouth. The foam was purple. Without warning, he jitao merlion beside me. Heng I siamed, or else sure piakpiakpiak all over me. Quickly tying up. When I left the toilet, I noticed merlion stains all over the carpet.. All purple. Twice some more. I think he's screwed, remembering the couple who made papers for their stained carpet suite.
Let's talk family. Usually, we will be brought about to be "introduced" to seniors, so we can greet them. What's their expected response?
" 张那么高了啊。。不认得你了"
Ok, so maybe its the nostalgia, and yes they probably were right. After all....the last time we met was.......okay, pokemon was not even out. ok!? I realise something. In situations like these, you automatically qualify as an ornament. Its almost as if you transform to become an age-old relic, a milestone for time. Relatives use your growth to benchmark how many years have passed. In addition, you receive "appraisals" about your looks. Now, tell me, is that not what you would do the same for a vintage monument?
Most memorable part was their choice of songs, or at least the planner's. Included a instrumental version of Stan, and I Believe as their main theme, a change in blog song ^^
Never go on a 963
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When rome first pasted me his blog-link I couldn't be bothered any lesser. However, due to the insanity driven by domestic dementia, my fingers involuntarily hit the button twice... opening my eyes to his world.
Butterfly's blog is an inspiration for all. If you haven't read it, you should, especially for some people.. if you understand what I mean. Fluff aside, Butterfly manages to unmask "so dark the con of man" in one simple sentence:
If you are ugly and fucked up, you WILL be laughed at.
Simple words send upheavals your philosophies in life. It makes has PERFECT rationality. Ponder, pass the common charades of "friendship", and you will sway to his song. The mortification is intense, this retarded blog of mine lacks my insights. Blatant postings of mundane life isn't going to make you spend 10 minutes of your life here. Hereby, censorship is removed. Life's not very long, but my posts will be.
Back from what seemed like the most horrible planned chalet ever... if you even call it a chalet. Nevertheless, it really shines light on what kind of friends you really make. You get closer when you're physically closer, soul-talk aside, let's all be frank. Wasn't really looking forward to things, but people that went along really made life alot happier for some of us there. Some other people should learn to realise what kind of bonding they are going for... Chalets do away with the posh-carpets and sound-proof doors for a reason. Learn to take a hint. Enuff said.
Had some really fun Frisbee on the sands after what seemed to be my first soccer game with outside peeps. As usual, sitting on the sand and savouring the majestic orb diminish behind the horizon.. when others are busy trying to get the ball past me.... Noobs.
Received a really.. really.. disturbing phone call. First time got stabbed by someone in the back whom I didn't know. It was a real deep cut. He didn't have talent, but he was hardworking.. almost to the extent of loyalty. However, he isn't smart. People, if you want to cheat on your employers, please remember to use a different bank account... getting caught is a nasty experience for both parties. I affix my print on it.
Common experience, we've all had it...trying to find the mole, we look all over the place, high-and low, only to realise he's been there staring at ur nose-hair. Trust people around you lesser, they're the ones whom will put the knife in you. This is life.
Proceeded for a dip in the pool. The soccer peeps joined us... nice people. So halfway I was swimming, heng and woof had to act smart and race... even with a ruptured lung. Caught in the middle, my specs sunk deep into the bottomless pit... NoOoOO! So I dived down trying to get it... OMG, cannot find. The rest came to help me.. also cannot find. Panic liao.. So asked those soccer peeps to help... this time really the "rest" came. Almost everyone was in the pool. The worst this is people who entered the pool kept having cramps, including me. Ozy was right.. 七月 was at work..Finally, they found it, and we went for dinner, and we tapao-ed from vivo.
Tram riding has always been a bore....until you meet quanie and faggot.
Went back to play some drinking games. Poor niggy, that boy was so worried he'd die if he took a sip too much. In the end, It was malaysia that won the cup, drowning almost 1/4 of the bottle. Tispy and turny, we ran to the swimming pool and starting running circles around it... then proceeding to do pushups... "Naruto! I'm on my WAY!" all at 3am. LOL. Went back to find niggy merlion-ing. LOSER! AHAHAH
Day 2
Hangover. Everyone woke at 2pm... Went next door to find doggy still asleep... wait no.. Everyone still "asleep". Justin was real sick, or so it seemed. Merlion-ing all day... the least went in.. but the most came out... weak...even the Malaysian was alright.
Basically just wasted the day chilling around in the hut, then went for some walk around sentosa.... only to realise its a bat cave, full of blood-suckers... zzz. So we were waiting for this tram ride, just so happened the stop was opposite Cafe Del Mar. All was ok, as usual they have very hot receptionists. Then came out some waitresses, dressed in nothing more then bikini and some very very short skirt.. or was it a piece of translucent cloth?
So they were posing for this camera crew, when one discernable girl stuck of because her "skirt" was bright-pink. She posed, and we knew her name at that moment.
"HI STACY!"
More and more of them came out, and we're like OMG. @_@ Apparently it was some BTL golf masters, and this was their reception party? Second tram zoomed by, full again. We walked. On to subway.
A great pity one of our accompaniments had to leave, poor ozy. You will not be missed, we now have one bed each sucka!
Devoured a whole foot. Its insane how much you eat when you dont realise it. I wasn't even hungry.
Took more strolls later in the evening, it wasn't getting better....
Day 3
Boarded the 963 on our way back. So Nat brought this really really big cooler box. (the chalet amenities were simply too good to exclude a fridge) All was well, there weren't many people, so I guess its okay to just dominate the seats and dump our baggage all over.....until we pulled over at a busstop.
Whole bus-stop. RV people. I stared at my watch... 3pm. GG, paiseh to the max...
I've always detested people, whom make it extremely inconvenient for others to derive sitting pleasure on a bus-trip. On the top of the list, are those Ah-peks who stretch their legs to occupy the opposite chair.. Or the sweet-looking granny who drops her groceries beside her. Then there are those who occupy the exterior seats, making it close to impossible to request to be seated inside. Unless you've the skin of a rhino. The more skilled ones up the embarrassment factor by falling "asleep".
These are the scums of the buses whom you should always lookout for. Despite countless years of contemplating on a perfect counter-measure, no known empirical forumla has been derived. Below are only suggested tips on how to win your battle. During the course of your crusade, I yield no responsibility for any mishaps you might encounter, usuage of my skillz constitute acceptance to my disclaimer.
孙子巴士法 : Sun Tzu's busfare (LOL)
1. Bring a comrade:
Some maneuvers can only be successfully executed when you have a counterpart, basic moves include bitching-on-a-side; that is to loudly complain to your friend, receiving premeditated responses in an attempt to redded your victim. More complex jutsus require hand seals; whispering incantations, which are just-loud enough for your enemy to hear, but still retain their identity as an unintended message.
2.Eye-power:
In Zhang Yimou's 英雄; the second most powerful stance a swordsman can achieve; 手中无剑，心中有剑，虽赤手空拳也能以剑气伤敌于百里之外。An intangible blade, quicker then the human eye, with range unparalleled under the skies. One vicious stare at the victim, then slowly moving the gaze to the empty seat, is the finest finesse you can display. Remember to maintain a face of indifference, best complemented with some irking noises from the smacking of your lips and subtle shaking of your head in disapproval. People usually respond better when you dont desire the seat, (or at least when you dont show you do). This usually is enough to even mutilate the biggest ego, making subjects alight at stops they dont even know exist.
3.Anemia:
Concern and panick are best summoned with physical damage. If you are unable to inflict, then receive, or pretend to receive. The third skill requires both immense skill, nerves of steel and you to be a shameless slut. Its practitioners are known to be devoid of humanitarian sense, as if having sold their souls to the devil. Despite its many variations, the forbidden technique has a soul essence, and that is to invoke a pandemic of fear. Its core revolves around fainting, or any other medical injury that requires immediate rest, preferably a seat.
A very common variation is the Anemiac version. Due to a "lack of red blood cells" its users commonly "faint" out of nowhere, requiring rest, preferably a seat. Although I must pre-empt you this jutsu, if over-exerted without control will result in the classical example of Midas where you get more seats then you bargain for, and a white van with red sirens.
Butterfly's blog is an inspiration for all. If you haven't read it, you should, especially for some people.. if you understand what I mean. Fluff aside, Butterfly manages to unmask "so dark the con of man" in one simple sentence:
If you are ugly and fucked up, you WILL be laughed at.
Simple words send upheavals your philosophies in life. It makes has PERFECT rationality. Ponder, pass the common charades of "friendship", and you will sway to his song. The mortification is intense, this retarded blog of mine lacks my insights. Blatant postings of mundane life isn't going to make you spend 10 minutes of your life here. Hereby, censorship is removed. Life's not very long, but my posts will be.
Back from what seemed like the most horrible planned chalet ever... if you even call it a chalet. Nevertheless, it really shines light on what kind of friends you really make. You get closer when you're physically closer, soul-talk aside, let's all be frank. Wasn't really looking forward to things, but people that went along really made life alot happier for some of us there. Some other people should learn to realise what kind of bonding they are going for... Chalets do away with the posh-carpets and sound-proof doors for a reason. Learn to take a hint. Enuff said.
Had some really fun Frisbee on the sands after what seemed to be my first soccer game with outside peeps. As usual, sitting on the sand and savouring the majestic orb diminish behind the horizon.. when others are busy trying to get the ball past me.... Noobs.
Received a really.. really.. disturbing phone call. First time got stabbed by someone in the back whom I didn't know. It was a real deep cut. He didn't have talent, but he was hardworking.. almost to the extent of loyalty. However, he isn't smart. People, if you want to cheat on your employers, please remember to use a different bank account... getting caught is a nasty experience for both parties. I affix my print on it.
Common experience, we've all had it...trying to find the mole, we look all over the place, high-and low, only to realise he's been there staring at ur nose-hair. Trust people around you lesser, they're the ones whom will put the knife in you. This is life.
Proceeded for a dip in the pool. The soccer peeps joined us... nice people. So halfway I was swimming, heng and woof had to act smart and race... even with a ruptured lung. Caught in the middle, my specs sunk deep into the bottomless pit... NoOoOO! So I dived down trying to get it... OMG, cannot find. The rest came to help me.. also cannot find. Panic liao.. So asked those soccer peeps to help... this time really the "rest" came. Almost everyone was in the pool. The worst this is people who entered the pool kept having cramps, including me. Ozy was right.. 七月 was at work..Finally, they found it, and we went for dinner, and we tapao-ed from vivo.
Tram riding has always been a bore....until you meet quanie and faggot.
Went back to play some drinking games. Poor niggy, that boy was so worried he'd die if he took a sip too much. In the end, It was malaysia that won the cup, drowning almost 1/4 of the bottle. Tispy and turny, we ran to the swimming pool and starting running circles around it... then proceeding to do pushups... "Naruto! I'm on my WAY!" all at 3am. LOL. Went back to find niggy merlion-ing. LOSER! AHAHAH
Day 2
Hangover. Everyone woke at 2pm... Went next door to find doggy still asleep... wait no.. Everyone still "asleep". Justin was real sick, or so it seemed. Merlion-ing all day... the least went in.. but the most came out... weak...even the Malaysian was alright.
Basically just wasted the day chilling around in the hut, then went for some walk around sentosa.... only to realise its a bat cave, full of blood-suckers... zzz. So we were waiting for this tram ride, just so happened the stop was opposite Cafe Del Mar. All was ok, as usual they have very hot receptionists. Then came out some waitresses, dressed in nothing more then bikini and some very very short skirt.. or was it a piece of translucent cloth?
So they were posing for this camera crew, when one discernable girl stuck of because her "skirt" was bright-pink. She posed, and we knew her name at that moment.
"HI STACY!"
More and more of them came out, and we're like OMG. @_@ Apparently it was some BTL golf masters, and this was their reception party? Second tram zoomed by, full again. We walked. On to subway.
A great pity one of our accompaniments had to leave, poor ozy. You will not be missed, we now have one bed each sucka!
Devoured a whole foot. Its insane how much you eat when you dont realise it. I wasn't even hungry.
Took more strolls later in the evening, it wasn't getting better....
Day 3
Boarded the 963 on our way back. So Nat brought this really really big cooler box. (the chalet amenities were simply too good to exclude a fridge) All was well, there weren't many people, so I guess its okay to just dominate the seats and dump our baggage all over.....until we pulled over at a busstop.
Whole bus-stop. RV people. I stared at my watch... 3pm. GG, paiseh to the max...
I've always detested people, whom make it extremely inconvenient for others to derive sitting pleasure on a bus-trip. On the top of the list, are those Ah-peks who stretch their legs to occupy the opposite chair.. Or the sweet-looking granny who drops her groceries beside her. Then there are those who occupy the exterior seats, making it close to impossible to request to be seated inside. Unless you've the skin of a rhino. The more skilled ones up the embarrassment factor by falling "asleep".
These are the scums of the buses whom you should always lookout for. Despite countless years of contemplating on a perfect counter-measure, no known empirical forumla has been derived. Below are only suggested tips on how to win your battle. During the course of your crusade, I yield no responsibility for any mishaps you might encounter, usuage of my skillz constitute acceptance to my disclaimer.
孙子巴士法 : Sun Tzu's busfare (LOL)
1. Bring a comrade:
Some maneuvers can only be successfully executed when you have a counterpart, basic moves include bitching-on-a-side; that is to loudly complain to your friend, receiving premeditated responses in an attempt to redded your victim. More complex jutsus require hand seals; whispering incantations, which are just-loud enough for your enemy to hear, but still retain their identity as an unintended message.
2.Eye-power:
In Zhang Yimou's 英雄; the second most powerful stance a swordsman can achieve; 手中无剑，心中有剑，虽赤手空拳也能以剑气伤敌于百里之外。An intangible blade, quicker then the human eye, with range unparalleled under the skies. One vicious stare at the victim, then slowly moving the gaze to the empty seat, is the finest finesse you can display. Remember to maintain a face of indifference, best complemented with some irking noises from the smacking of your lips and subtle shaking of your head in disapproval. People usually respond better when you dont desire the seat, (or at least when you dont show you do). This usually is enough to even mutilate the biggest ego, making subjects alight at stops they dont even know exist.
3.Anemia:
Concern and panick are best summoned with physical damage. If you are unable to inflict, then receive, or pretend to receive. The third skill requires both immense skill, nerves of steel and you to be a shameless slut. Its practitioners are known to be devoid of humanitarian sense, as if having sold their souls to the devil. Despite its many variations, the forbidden technique has a soul essence, and that is to invoke a pandemic of fear. Its core revolves around fainting, or any other medical injury that requires immediate rest, preferably a seat.
A very common variation is the Anemiac version. Due to a "lack of red blood cells" its users commonly "faint" out of nowhere, requiring rest, preferably a seat. Although I must pre-empt you this jutsu, if over-exerted without control will result in the classical example of Midas where you get more seats then you bargain for, and a white van with red sirens.
*updates to a war*
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She was fairly uncertain what was going on.... disturbed and restless. After countless shuffles and turns, she rose from forced slumber and began pacing aimlessly. The deliberation ended, she strode firmly to the drawer and withdrew a small parched book. A gust of wind seemed to materialize, gently flipping the pages..............
Day 1.
the vault gt raid'd agin! Dammit! Knew it weren't thei'r fault, but if I'd blame some'ne it'd be em'! Aragh, tat's it!, WAR!!!!!!!!
The subtle wind continued its pace, as if timed, revealed the next entry...
Day2.
Got't up! Dat'll show em! De' forum post and mico'fone advert's ought to set'em on deir' toes! Don' wana pepl'e to know eh! Too late matey! HARHAR!
Day3
Son' of a~~! Dey' took it!, dey' took it down!. ARagh, nv'mind! ye nought'! shouts'll not stop !!!! Re'cived ae.... peace treaty from em! Ha, nid ma help 'at last eh!? Call'd em bout' five m'intes 'fter de time. Got'd down. All down, e'vry word of it!, L'tops are darn good at recordin'! Need' sum form of proof eh! Ha! dou' he ain't willin' to sey it on de f'one, could' tell he was w'illin to pay out, HARHAR. am' considerin' my course of action now! Muz' d'vise a gud plan. Call'd em' later again to ell' him of ma' plan... he seemed to be quite cool wid'it....I'm gona...
The subtle wind gained in force, as if fuelled by anger, ripping the book off her hands... rolling across the room...........
Day 1.
the vault gt raid'd agin! Dammit! Knew it weren't thei'r fault, but if I'd blame some'ne it'd be em'! Aragh, tat's it!, WAR!!!!!!!!
The subtle wind continued its pace, as if timed, revealed the next entry...
Day2.
Got't up! Dat'll show em! De' forum post and mico'fone advert's ought to set'em on deir' toes! Don' wana pepl'e to know eh! Too late matey! HARHAR!
Day3
Son' of a~~! Dey' took it!, dey' took it down!. ARagh, nv'mind! ye nought'! shouts'll not stop !!!! Re'cived ae.... peace treaty from em! Ha, nid ma help 'at last eh!? Call'd em bout' five m'intes 'fter de time. Got'd down. All down, e'vry word of it!, L'tops are darn good at recordin'! Need' sum form of proof eh! Ha! dou' he ain't willin' to sey it on de f'one, could' tell he was w'illin to pay out, HARHAR. am' considerin' my course of action now! Muz' d'vise a gud plan. Call'd em' later again to ell' him of ma' plan... he seemed to be quite cool wid'it....I'm gona...
The subtle wind gained in force, as if fuelled by anger, ripping the book off her hands... rolling across the room...........
teachersday + 1800
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A few days back, a drug dealer sent a confession letter to the local police.... the police contacted him............
Police: "Hi, I'm here"
Dealer: "Basically, you want to discuss how the drugs are getting in right?"
Police: "Is it going to be very technical, hold on I'll get my techie in...15 mins"
Dealer: "Yea, sure I'm fine..."
** Awkward silence for fifteen minutes **
*Police friend C walks in*
Police: "Hi C, meet the dealer"
Dealer: "Let's start with basics....we call it....*blah*blah*blah*"
Dealer: "...so basically, to do it, we..."
* MSN beeps *
The Dealer looks at his MSN, mortified to find his worker reporting that their storage has been raided, all the goods were gone........
Dealer: "Hold on, you've just banned one of my accounts..."
Police: "So you're saying you can just ship drugs in anytime?"
Dealer: "I don't know if it just happens so, but my storage just got raided, after we talked. If this is your way of recriprocrating, I'll have to reconsider my decision..."
*Dealer leaves the room*
For the people that understand.... it was a $1800 lesson. Never try to act smart. The lessons are way to pricey. I found the conversation greatly amusing, considering the chasm in purpose.. Sighz, heart pain....
On to more positive things, went back to bbss yesterday... the MI campus looks more run-down then I expected, It had like a kampong-feel with it.... So it was on with chatting to teachers. Quite alot of familiars came back, so it was ok, however many other psed. As usual, outstanding people did outstanding things ;
alfone ; jinkun! alfred later coming for u!
leledo ; happy teachers day mrs ooi! *hands EZ-link card*
fabian ; *carries quekie then drops him on the ground* (creating 6.0 ritcher-scales all around the world )
alfred ; for simply not coming
liangyu ; for simply not knowing we were coming
justin ; coming with a ruptured lung
jianhao ; somehow making quek forget his name. LOL
Hmm, ok, forgive if there's anything I left out. Then went to do some unlawful assembly, 14 of us I think, coincidentally drawn together by the mysterious compelling forces of glmz aka Gan lao mianZ.
Today spent on less eventful things, dotaing days away, and emo-ing nights off....
Btw, started to learn my blogsong marriage, and many thanks to niggy for spending 1 hr teaching me to press two keys after one LOL.
AND YES DOTI; YOU! BOO! WASTE TEA IS BECAUSE WHEN TUDI BAI SHIFU THEY WILL GIVE TEA!!!
Police: "Hi, I'm here"
Dealer: "Basically, you want to discuss how the drugs are getting in right?"
Police: "Is it going to be very technical, hold on I'll get my techie in...15 mins"
Dealer: "Yea, sure I'm fine..."
** Awkward silence for fifteen minutes **
*Police friend C walks in*
Police: "Hi C, meet the dealer"
Dealer: "Let's start with basics....we call it....*blah*blah*blah*"
Dealer: "...so basically, to do it, we..."
* MSN beeps *
The Dealer looks at his MSN, mortified to find his worker reporting that their storage has been raided, all the goods were gone........
Dealer: "Hold on, you've just banned one of my accounts..."
Police: "So you're saying you can just ship drugs in anytime?"
Dealer: "I don't know if it just happens so, but my storage just got raided, after we talked. If this is your way of recriprocrating, I'll have to reconsider my decision..."
*Dealer leaves the room*
For the people that understand.... it was a $1800 lesson. Never try to act smart. The lessons are way to pricey. I found the conversation greatly amusing, considering the chasm in purpose.. Sighz, heart pain....
On to more positive things, went back to bbss yesterday... the MI campus looks more run-down then I expected, It had like a kampong-feel with it.... So it was on with chatting to teachers. Quite alot of familiars came back, so it was ok, however many other psed. As usual, outstanding people did outstanding things ;
alfone ; jinkun! alfred later coming for u!
leledo ; happy teachers day mrs ooi! *hands EZ-link card*
fabian ; *carries quekie then drops him on the ground* (creating 6.0 ritcher-scales all around the world )
alfred ; for simply not coming
liangyu ; for simply not knowing we were coming
justin ; coming with a ruptured lung
jianhao ; somehow making quek forget his name. LOL
Hmm, ok, forgive if there's anything I left out. Then went to do some unlawful assembly, 14 of us I think, coincidentally drawn together by the mysterious compelling forces of glmz aka Gan lao mianZ.
Today spent on less eventful things, dotaing days away, and emo-ing nights off....
Btw, started to learn my blogsong marriage, and many thanks to niggy for spending 1 hr teaching me to press two keys after one LOL.
AND YES DOTI; YOU! BOO! WASTE TEA IS BECAUSE WHEN TUDI BAI SHIFU THEY WILL GIVE TEA!!!
Scammed and green tea!
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西方曾经有位哲人说;
女人啊，华丽的金钻，闪耀的珠光，为你赢得了女皇般虚妄的想像。岂知你的周遭，只剩下势利的毒，傲慢的香，撩人也杀人的芬芳。
女人啊，当你再度向财富致敬，向名利欢呼，向权利高举臂膀，请不必询问那只曾经歌咏的画眉，她已经不知飞向何方。因为她的嗓音已经干枯喑哑，为了真实、尊荣和洁净灵魂的灭亡。
Ok.. so I thought my mirror was so nice to meticulously transcribe out every word in this fine work of art. Ever since it's intrusion, its lingering aura of mystery has compelled me to seek its original source. Nevertheless, no avail. So no proper English transcription, I shall hence not post translated versions for fear of losing its essence. Art loses form over translation.
Some googling coughed out some eyebrow-raising facts, the punctuations matched perfectly... only to realise my mirror had scammed me... I thought she so NICE. omg... SCAMMER! SCAMMERRR!!!
On to more positive things... getting drunk on green tea for the past few days. Realised that drinking green tea isn't at all simple. A correct method of savouring the tea will produce different results, try it. Instead of gulping down the green tea, let it expanse on your tongue. The aroma will devour your taste buds.
Let me put it perfectly clear it is possible to get drunk on tea, especially green ones..
Ok so I admit, I've been drinking abit too much now...( 2 x 1.5L in 1 day ) But its health benefits are unparalleled compared to coke and other drinks...
Been really hooked up with the mart these few days.. really having not much time to chill. Domestic overstay really drives dementia, you tend to become less realistic.
Again.. my mind is in absolute solitary darkness, like a broken crayon.. Its getting harder to draw things out.
女人啊，华丽的金钻，闪耀的珠光，为你赢得了女皇般虚妄的想像。岂知你的周遭，只剩下势利的毒，傲慢的香，撩人也杀人的芬芳。
女人啊，当你再度向财富致敬，向名利欢呼，向权利高举臂膀，请不必询问那只曾经歌咏的画眉，她已经不知飞向何方。因为她的嗓音已经干枯喑哑，为了真实、尊荣和洁净灵魂的灭亡。
Ok.. so I thought my mirror was so nice to meticulously transcribe out every word in this fine work of art. Ever since it's intrusion, its lingering aura of mystery has compelled me to seek its original source. Nevertheless, no avail. So no proper English transcription, I shall hence not post translated versions for fear of losing its essence. Art loses form over translation.
Some googling coughed out some eyebrow-raising facts, the punctuations matched perfectly... only to realise my mirror had scammed me... I thought she so NICE. omg... SCAMMER! SCAMMERRR!!!
On to more positive things... getting drunk on green tea for the past few days. Realised that drinking green tea isn't at all simple. A correct method of savouring the tea will produce different results, try it. Instead of gulping down the green tea, let it expanse on your tongue. The aroma will devour your taste buds.
Let me put it perfectly clear it is possible to get drunk on tea, especially green ones..
Ok so I admit, I've been drinking abit too much now...( 2 x 1.5L in 1 day ) But its health benefits are unparalleled compared to coke and other drinks...
Been really hooked up with the mart these few days.. really having not much time to chill. Domestic overstay really drives dementia, you tend to become less realistic.
Again.. my mind is in absolute solitary darkness, like a broken crayon.. Its getting harder to draw things out.
Close but yet far..
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Close but yet so far.
The key strikes a sour note.
I stare deep inside.
Your eyes tell me nothing but lies.
I began to wonder
Past time and fun,
How much did we build,
If we even did to begin with?
You tell me what not I must hear,
I pick up not what you meant to drop.
Relentlessy I seek,
Then, a mistake, I find.
I read, and began to further ponder,
An absence of understanding,
It but draws the gap yonder.
Do I even know who you are?
Your words,
They express your heart,
Love, sorrow, pain, guilt.
I see them all, but feel none.
I tell myself,
Its but one.
Then it came, yet another,
I stared... can this even be done..?
It dawns upon me,
The light of the revealing sun.
I know, all but none.
Do I even deserve to share your fun?
It moves, only but one way.
I reminisice, but it's too late.
What's lost can never be begot.
Who, in time, can I find to blame?
It's not as simple as I thought,
It was never about smiling,
It was never about laughing,
It is about being there.
The wind blows,
But its chiller then ever before.
I never knew what It's like,
The loneliness of being alone in the dark.
Chapters fly by,
The clock strikes one,
Its done...
No more in slumber, you find me.
I will begin now.....wait for me guys....
The key strikes a sour note.
I stare deep inside.
Your eyes tell me nothing but lies.
I began to wonder
Past time and fun,
How much did we build,
If we even did to begin with?
You tell me what not I must hear,
I pick up not what you meant to drop.
Relentlessy I seek,
Then, a mistake, I find.
I read, and began to further ponder,
An absence of understanding,
It but draws the gap yonder.
Do I even know who you are?
Your words,
They express your heart,
Love, sorrow, pain, guilt.
I see them all, but feel none.
I tell myself,
Its but one.
Then it came, yet another,
I stared... can this even be done..?
It dawns upon me,
The light of the revealing sun.
I know, all but none.
Do I even deserve to share your fun?
It moves, only but one way.
I reminisice, but it's too late.
What's lost can never be begot.
Who, in time, can I find to blame?
It's not as simple as I thought,
It was never about smiling,
It was never about laughing,
It is about being there.
The wind blows,
But its chiller then ever before.
I never knew what It's like,
The loneliness of being alone in the dark.
Chapters fly by,
The clock strikes one,
Its done...
No more in slumber, you find me.
I will begin now.....wait for me guys....