Places to hang out

I was staring out of my window when I saw this kodak moment...


hmm? Whats this? Lets zoom in..


12.1MP imbaness

The couple made my mind itch for a second before it came as a recall...

They were exactly like us, no space... expect ours was to mahjong.

Parents nowadays ah, tsktsk. More and more strict... nut good.

Maybe next time we mahjong on the roof guys?

Ulcer Alcohol

I have this very ralphy ulcer in my mouth.

I don't know if this is for most people. Ulcers for me start growing concave, probably from trauma. Then, they start "opening up" increasing the surface area, intensifying the pain in the process.

For the past week, if I have been talking funny, its that mampat ulcer. Many old wive's cures dont work on me. Afterall I am not of this earth. Salt water, watermelon powder, bactidol mouthwash... are all effective marketing scams.

Of course I've invented my own cure. Actually its thanks to Mrs.Ooi.

Ulcers contain acidic properties. Hence....

Based on Chemistry theories:

Acid + Metal = Salt & Water

Now if you use Ozy theories:

Since Salt causes pain, indicating a reaction between the acidic ulcer and the salt:

Acid + Salt = Water + Metal

Metal is the iron which is found in the blood after the salt touches your ulcer.

I've also come up with my own TAO theory.

Acid + Alcohol = Salt + Water

Vodka + Ulcer = Shiok.



I'm like licking it now.. no pain (:

Rubicks Cube

After spending like.. 30 minutes in the games room...

I finally completed a masterpiece..


As mampat as ah hu's cheeks


Update: I feel like a Timothy now. Just fiddled with the cube and found it can be done from a complete cube in like 6 twists.. I actually bothered to reconstruct it...

crab scammer

Time and again I ask myself how I manage to be the only student spending over a hundered dollars on a module.

Last year, LOCVID ensured a 100 repair bill for damages in a jamming studio. This year, it comes in a different way but still bit me squarely in the ass.

So twohill manages to submit a lousy photo, and my editor requests I help retake the photo.

Okay, fair enough, I take MRT to AMK to help take the photo.

Reach there didnt really find a kodak moment, the scene just wasn't there. So I went to snap a few photos of people eating crabs.


Busy even at night..

Decided I would tapao some crabs home to eat, since I was already here anyway.

So I told the uncle, crabs for 4 people, takeaway. He takes down my number, I ask him how much he didnt seem to hear me. So I left.. to come back 30 mins later to collect the order. (Its a really popular store)

30 Mins later I return, the guy hands me an order that writes 84 dollars. I was like WTF?! 84 dollars? 2 crabs leh!? You sure!?

The uncle double checks the order, and sees that the HP number indicated there was wrong.

"Heng ah.." I thought..

He hands me another order. This time I see my number there... with it...


nice, crab scammers..


NBCB?! WTF!? 94.4 FOR 2 CRABS!?

me: "UNCLE YOU SURE ANOT? 94.4 FOR 2 CRABS?"
he: "yes yes sure, come I show u price"

*he points to a very tiny price list stuck to the gigantic aquarium of crabs*

Thinking fast. I did the only honourable thing... try to run away..

me: "Uncle, I now not enough money, can go withdraw first?"

Uncle turns around with a suprised look.

he: "oh?! No problem..."

*whips out a wireless machine*

he: "We accept NETS!"

rome kena owns

We all know when kodak moments deserve the spotlight...


对面的女孩看过来。。。看过来。。。看过来。。


nicholas -- [rome-air, the next generation of bachelors]


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm getting abbs niggy, thanks!

-credits to:

kunge, ozy - for sending the kodak photo
puppy - imba nikon
ningy - shakespearean poetry

Yatch Trip

Admist the sadness of today, I shall muster up enough will to piece together a rainbow before the storm. I must confess, this will be the first and longest camwhore post ever. Afterall its not everyday a niggar gets to be on blogger for happy reasons.

I started off with a morning radio test. The last determinant of my grade. All I needed was an A to quantify my 4.0 for radio. Many thanks to Nat for his connections to a DNA profiler. Appears she was kind of a big deal, involved in the Huang Na case and all. Nevertheless, she secured me an A. So thanks Mrs Tan if you are somehow reading this.

Then metup with cb and hulk to reach vivo. Got brian his present, then went to 1 degree 15 to meet him. The yatch was.... orgasmic. omgx


Captain Nat once again... if you recall

An inside view of the yatch...







Here's a brief preview of how drunk we are going to get...



Brian suggested we go swim. So he went to change. However, the door lock wasnt exactly working... so..


It might not look like so.... but he loves it

Professor niggy giving a lecture on how to do proper neoprints.


Chao Ahgua...

It wasn't long before dinner time...


See the imba long table. 22 of us, plus 4 of brian's cousins.

Many thanks to Brian's dad for tanking.

I want to see how much the bill totals.

The food was of course, very good. Brian's cousins seemed to know exactly how to eat. Marche restaurants like these serve as a fine distinction of your social class. The way they took food differed greatly from pariahs like us. Usually most of us will just chiong the seafood crayfish... oh well, not them...LOL

While we were eating. Fireworks streaked the sky, as if to celebrate the dinner.

The durian paste is.... T_T imba.

Brian's Dad came over, and asked to cut the cake. Well, it was quanie's cake first. Seemed like his dad was way cooler than us. He managed to get us this kodak moment...


"Only smelling her hair!?"


Then came heng's cake. This was a kodak kodak moment. However, because of some sparrow. I will not post it.


MA!

Krane FC insisted they get a team photo, I think their team will rename soon.


The team mascot.

Poor chris is coerced to take a photo.


Dowan to smile dont smile la chris.. so mian qiang -.-

Upon returning to the boat, we began to show affection in the most.... unique way.


If you think Brian kisses only girls, I think you are living in a turtle shell.


Strictly brotherly love.

Next came the fun and games. We hid Brian's and Ngeah's presents in the yacht somewhere... Every few minutes they took to find it cost them a piece of clothing... LOL





Brian tries to crack a safe code in his underwear

Little did brian know his was in the safe... locked with a combination. His good pal justin assured him it was nowhere near the safe. HAHAHA

More brotherly love going around...




Barstardss...

Next came the excuse to get drunk.



While most people drank, only some got drunk..




I was wise enough to accompany captain Nat to board other yachts and steal their stuff.

I am obligated not to reveal the juicy contents we got from poking questions at drunk people. Poor quanie speaks funny and in an accent too, when hes drunk.

Morning light saw us awaken while some people like ngeah sobered up, to be suanned.


Artistik?!


Cheeks caught stealing cake.

Slept for a while, then went to thai express for some breakfast which I sure made me nauseous through out the day.

Rested for a while, then went to meet a few of the dudes for dinner at Plaza Sing, then watched The Mummy. 5 stars dudes, watch it if you have insomnia.

Proceeded to the terminal 3, where we slacked at the closed sakae sushi. They have great bean bags there, as well as great free drinks, (on self-service only)

It was finally time for brian to leave. Hugs were exchanged, people tried to stifle their emotions, but it was no use.

The front of the departure gate saw many sad faces. Some of us could hold no longer when he went in.

Tonight will be the night where melancholy fills the air. Tissue boxes will empty as tears parallel the downpour of last summer. Hearts become filled with void as words become superfluous. Drunk on reminisce, we struggle hard to oppress the unfolding truth, that it will be only one year later before we get more hair pulling. While some are sad, others are tormented. Do take care.

Halfway round the world, on board a certain plane, he will be feeling just the same.

Thanks for the memories. you are missed.