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?! "