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.
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....
Mental Block
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Ok realised I havent blogged for some time now, assignments bugging me, plus the incredible everlasting stress from the Mart...
This is a future photo of my car..
=O
Ok, I get it, its kinda a lame entry, Im just doing it so it dosent seem dead. Wait, there's more..I got scammed to buy this.. because I thought I'd be something interesting. They actually vend it from a machine at 20 cents... Inside all post cards.. zz
Last Wednesday
Nothing much... walked along school after some radio to see a lambroghini. Omg chio man. I'm like getting one of this.
This is a future photo of my car..
Went to SIM for lunch... basically SIM food kinda good... try their seafood pasta. Its gosu. And then theres this magic pasta. omg.
=O
Ok, I get it, its kinda a lame entry, Im just doing it so it dosent seem dead. Wait, there's more..I got scammed to buy this.. because I thought I'd be something interesting. They actually vend it from a machine at 20 cents... Inside all post cards.. zz
Even snowie bwg, tio scam again.
Dinner over the weekend at cartel. God cant even rmb when... then no disturbia cos of psers....
Had sakae today. Supposedly because of the speech coming up, needed some visual aids... but as usual its an excuse to go splurge.
Kinda experiencing a mental block now.. will do a makeup post with tangible content soon..... promise. -.-
WOOT! HAPPY POST
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Really shagged, but felt like I just gotta post. Huge load off my mind.... ^^
Sunday
Met with zw, my soon-to-be web programmer. Kudos to be late on your first meeting with a client man. 1hr-late somemore bring girlfriend. But not bad, girlfriend quite chio. LOL. Met at starbucks @ ps where we discussed. Not bad, he has the skills, could understand what I was talking. (Seldom people do)
Then after that went back, after some MA ps-ed again. bwg, even snowie bwg. So met out for dinner with usual peeps, were we juz try to find the most expensive place to eat. End up all crowded, have to goto some lame Siamese restaurant to eat. BWG, Buffet like crap, waste of money...
So was finding something to get for my niece for the nice things she's done for me =D. (Yes, im a very gd uncle) Then suddenly in Precious Thots, alfred suggest one of those jewellery boxes. I was like ok, what for? They he jitao
"Get one of these la, so she can keep money she stole from the husband"
Ended up in puzzle world, where we bought a 216 piece puzzle. After dinner, chionged to the library to finish it... but noooo late 15 minutes, as library closed. BWG, have to complete it outside Macs.
Excellent use of the finger
Rylynn here I come!!
Behold the imba bunnies. See JM? This are what you call bunnies, not that thing that growls that you have...
snowie^-^
Sunday
Met with zw, my soon-to-be web programmer. Kudos to be late on your first meeting with a client man. 1hr-late somemore bring girlfriend. But not bad, girlfriend quite chio. LOL. Met at starbucks @ ps where we discussed. Not bad, he has the skills, could understand what I was talking. (Seldom people do)
Then after that went back, after some MA ps-ed again. bwg, even snowie bwg. So met out for dinner with usual peeps, were we juz try to find the most expensive place to eat. End up all crowded, have to goto some lame Siamese restaurant to eat. BWG, Buffet like crap, waste of money...
So was finding something to get for my niece for the nice things she's done for me =D. (Yes, im a very gd uncle) Then suddenly in Precious Thots, alfred suggest one of those jewellery boxes. I was like ok, what for? They he jitao
"Get one of these la, so she can keep money she stole from the husband"
Ended up in puzzle world, where we bought a 216 piece puzzle. After dinner, chionged to the library to finish it... but noooo late 15 minutes, as library closed. BWG, have to complete it outside Macs.
Excellent use of the finger
Almost complete!!
Completed the puzzle at last,bwg they actually forced my treat mcwings as reward. bwgbwg, such nice friends I got. Then zhaoed. Spent hell alot money today, like on the super-over-priced capo I bought, which is basically hard like crap... china goods... tsktsk
Rylynn here I come!!
Behold the imba bunnies. See JM? This are what you call bunnies, not that thing that growls that you have...
snowie^-^
HECTIC WEEK + CONCERT!
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Last Friday
Rest at last... whole week spent rushing assignments, on the brink of insanity. Finally its over. Wanted to geng, but nothing much to do. Went jamming with rome,quanie,phua & jang yesterday. SP facilites are like so much better then NP. (But not the students, cos got rome) On the way to dinner had to collect payment from this customer...
At first was ok, then he started to call my hp. Once, ok nvm. Twice, ok still fine... until six times..
"Hello meeting today right?" - perfectly fine, he just wanted to confirm
"Hello, Dover right?" - yes the sms said dover
"Hello, I've reached the bus-stop, what should I do?" - take the escalator up
"Hello, I'm taking the escalator up now" - ... tell me for what?!
"Hello, I'm there already" - of course i know ur there, how long for an escalator ride?!
"Hello, I'm wearing jeans" - LIKE WTF, EVERYONE WEARS JEANS
hate small kids. zzzz. meet-up first thing already is inconvenient. 1. kids just like to spice it up, by peskily calling you over and over again. 2. they like to ROLL UP / FOLD their money. I was carrying so many things alr, then he gave me the folded notes I was sian diao alr. But must smile. customer always right =)))))))))))))))
Unfold finish, counted and short 10 dollars. 3. kids maths always cmi. Then he ran down to take more money from his parents. 4. I despise people who buy this type of thing with parents money. 5. he gave me coins...
BWG MAN. NEVER GIVE PEOPLE COINS. ITS LIKE TELLING THEM, "NA, HERES THE CHANGE". brian we must organise a raid party to pk small kids.
Went to eat some western... food wasnt bad, but the conversation was better. dinner was never about nice food, it was about nice people with nice talk.
Sunday
Crap.. can't remember what I did over the weekend... zzzz
Sent money to zhou today, my irritating thai middleman. If china farmers deserve to be shot, thai middlemen should burn eternally in hellfire.... they are just... so... imba... niao... and... pesky...plus their voice is seriously worse then nikkies.... so..... weizi...so........BWG...
Tuesday
Kena conned into buying tix to sing4kids charity concert. justingo is an excellent liar. nervetheless went tgther wif ma, nat, moo and precy. Concert was abit too heavy on the ears, and light on the eyes. However, what enthralled me had to be some broadway singer, and paul's duet with norman. Some NP Idol finalists cover of sun yan zi was also v good. Can see some talent there.
Eve's break-dancing group intertia was also on, infact first item. Sorry to say, but really not impressed, except for a few stunts. many supposedly great bands came to perform too, of course got affiliation with NP. But mosted kinda just sucked, with levels going out of tune... basically cant hear much proper music.
Saw Eunice Olsen outside, supposedly there to let some year2 students interview. (OMG, thats me nxt year or?) Sad to say like most other stars, she looks alot worse off camera. Not saying all stars do, some certainly look more beautiful off camera, not her however.
Okay, what was I expecting for a 5 dollars ticket? Furthermore its for charity. Still great entertainment thou, didnt regret staying.
Must start getting used to just walking out of class w/o telling tutors...
Been rather busy with the biz nowadays... I'm losing touch with the world... maybe should forgo your goals? Afterall six figures to enter army seems like a rather far-fetched aim...
"....your love, it keeps me alive"
Rest at last... whole week spent rushing assignments, on the brink of insanity. Finally its over. Wanted to geng, but nothing much to do. Went jamming with rome,quanie,phua & jang yesterday. SP facilites are like so much better then NP. (But not the students, cos got rome) On the way to dinner had to collect payment from this customer...
At first was ok, then he started to call my hp. Once, ok nvm. Twice, ok still fine... until six times..
"Hello meeting today right?" - perfectly fine, he just wanted to confirm
"Hello, Dover right?" - yes the sms said dover
"Hello, I've reached the bus-stop, what should I do?" - take the escalator up
"Hello, I'm taking the escalator up now" - ... tell me for what?!
"Hello, I'm there already" - of course i know ur there, how long for an escalator ride?!
"Hello, I'm wearing jeans" - LIKE WTF, EVERYONE WEARS JEANS
hate small kids. zzzz. meet-up first thing already is inconvenient. 1. kids just like to spice it up, by peskily calling you over and over again. 2. they like to ROLL UP / FOLD their money. I was carrying so many things alr, then he gave me the folded notes I was sian diao alr. But must smile. customer always right =)))))))))))))))
Unfold finish, counted and short 10 dollars. 3. kids maths always cmi. Then he ran down to take more money from his parents. 4. I despise people who buy this type of thing with parents money. 5. he gave me coins...
BWG MAN. NEVER GIVE PEOPLE COINS. ITS LIKE TELLING THEM, "NA, HERES THE CHANGE". brian we must organise a raid party to pk small kids.
Went to eat some western... food wasnt bad, but the conversation was better. dinner was never about nice food, it was about nice people with nice talk.
Sunday
Crap.. can't remember what I did over the weekend... zzzz
Sent money to zhou today, my irritating thai middleman. If china farmers deserve to be shot, thai middlemen should burn eternally in hellfire.... they are just... so... imba... niao... and... pesky...plus their voice is seriously worse then nikkies.... so..... weizi...so........BWG...
Tuesday
Kena conned into buying tix to sing4kids charity concert. justingo is an excellent liar. nervetheless went tgther wif ma, nat, moo and precy. Concert was abit too heavy on the ears, and light on the eyes. However, what enthralled me had to be some broadway singer, and paul's duet with norman. Some NP Idol finalists cover of sun yan zi was also v good. Can see some talent there.
Eve's break-dancing group intertia was also on, infact first item. Sorry to say, but really not impressed, except for a few stunts. many supposedly great bands came to perform too, of course got affiliation with NP. But mosted kinda just sucked, with levels going out of tune... basically cant hear much proper music.
Saw Eunice Olsen outside, supposedly there to let some year2 students interview. (OMG, thats me nxt year or?) Sad to say like most other stars, she looks alot worse off camera. Not saying all stars do, some certainly look more beautiful off camera, not her however.
Okay, what was I expecting for a 5 dollars ticket? Furthermore its for charity. Still great entertainment thou, didnt regret staying.
Must start getting used to just walking out of class w/o telling tutors...
Been rather busy with the biz nowadays... I'm losing touch with the world... maybe should forgo your goals? Afterall six figures to enter army seems like a rather far-fetched aim...
"....your love, it keeps me alive"
TransformerS =D
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Thursday
I am proud to say I am in MCM, because of my perfectly-sane classmates who prance around in radio class.
Even snowie bwg.
Friday
Went to sch early to do radio with piggy. Then later had to rush to rail mall to remit money. Then when I reach there. They NV ACCEPT NETS. I was like. Okay, no NETS nvm.. So I walked around to find an ATM, then cannot find leh. The cold storage auntie tell me,
"Oh, here dont have POSB or UOB"
I was like.. wtf, where got such nonsense one? Running later liao, so took a cab to Bukit Timah Plaza, then ask the uncle wait there then withdraw then take back here, then take back to NP. 12 dollars in taxi fare. Bwgbwg, damn nonsense.
You know those counter always got sweets one? While queueing saw a man just finish his transaction, so he reach for the sweets. Then he jitao scoop the whole bowl out, and put one back inside and cover the lid. Typical Singaporean.
Went back to NP, where some radio DJ came.. to promote some Nokia phone. Seriously nowadays I wonder what qualities it takes to become a media celebrity. She was seriously like dawn la, promoting stupid things about the phone.
" The phone got mp3 function can play songs... It has a speaker, so you can play out loud"
SMLJ, nowadays got phone no speaker function one!?
" You also can view videos and take pictures... So its pretty cool.."
Yea, compared to 3310 its super cool.
They invited people to sing to try to win the phone. Then as usual no one wanted to sing, so have to go "invite" people. Then eventually after a few sang still ok. Got this guy standing there and watching. The DJ then asked him using the mic
"那位先生在看住我们很久了，是不是想要来唱?"
He jitao answer. YES! Then go sing. So I thought he must have some skillx. From info-comm de, then still go choose English song. The enunciation all so piao-zhunx. You try to see you can even hear wad song it is.
Watched Transformers after dinner.. and forced heng to watch it 2nd time. muahahaa. Pretty good movie, considering the story is like my grandpa generation. Lame story, but impressive CGI for a 150m budget. A must-watch.
Just got a call from NP boarding, seems like they finally decided to make it into a club. Boat Party FTW!!!
New blog song. I'm gona learn it! =D
I am proud to say I am in MCM, because of my perfectly-sane classmates who prance around in radio class.
Even snowie bwg.
Friday
Went to sch early to do radio with piggy. Then later had to rush to rail mall to remit money. Then when I reach there. They NV ACCEPT NETS. I was like. Okay, no NETS nvm.. So I walked around to find an ATM, then cannot find leh. The cold storage auntie tell me,
"Oh, here dont have POSB or UOB"
I was like.. wtf, where got such nonsense one? Running later liao, so took a cab to Bukit Timah Plaza, then ask the uncle wait there then withdraw then take back here, then take back to NP. 12 dollars in taxi fare. Bwgbwg, damn nonsense.
You know those counter always got sweets one? While queueing saw a man just finish his transaction, so he reach for the sweets. Then he jitao scoop the whole bowl out, and put one back inside and cover the lid. Typical Singaporean.
Went back to NP, where some radio DJ came.. to promote some Nokia phone. Seriously nowadays I wonder what qualities it takes to become a media celebrity. She was seriously like dawn la, promoting stupid things about the phone.
" The phone got mp3 function can play songs... It has a speaker, so you can play out loud"
SMLJ, nowadays got phone no speaker function one!?
" You also can view videos and take pictures... So its pretty cool.."
Yea, compared to 3310 its super cool.
They invited people to sing to try to win the phone. Then as usual no one wanted to sing, so have to go "invite" people. Then eventually after a few sang still ok. Got this guy standing there and watching. The DJ then asked him using the mic
"那位先生在看住我们很久了，是不是想要来唱?"
He jitao answer. YES! Then go sing. So I thought he must have some skillx. From info-comm de, then still go choose English song. The enunciation all so piao-zhunx. You try to see you can even hear wad song it is.
Watched Transformers after dinner.. and forced heng to watch it 2nd time. muahahaa. Pretty good movie, considering the story is like my grandpa generation. Lame story, but impressive CGI for a 150m budget. A must-watch.
Just got a call from NP boarding, seems like they finally decided to make it into a club. Boat Party FTW!!!
New blog song. I'm gona learn it! =D
yangmi won... LUCKOR?
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BWGBWG. curse you people who voted for YangMi. You all prolly din even know her surname isnt even cai... is cos some faggot dono how to read. BWGBWG.
Wednesday
Met to go wakeboarding with huuuuuuuu, so took a taxi there. Where we boarded for a total of 3 hrs. Getting better now, can stand, ride in and out of wakes, and even attempted to jump. However, nearly suffered a concussion as a head-smashed into the water twice... once so hard my head was spinning.
None can win yh, as she demonstrated her imba butt-boarding skillz. peifux
Being dao is cool - Goh Q.S (Quanie n.d.)
Thursday
Right, happy birthday hu. Finally decided not to pangseh us huh? Dinner at delifrance @hollandV. Body started to ache badly from the boarding, especially the back & butt. Omg man, cant even walk properly.
Walked quite long, because ma leading the way. end up walk one big round.. bwg, so dumb.. and to think we even dumber to let her lead... Delifrance dinner is not bad quite nice, then it was time for desert.. We were on the second floor, then just so happen no waiters around, and there were no other customers. So sian don't want to go down. Just called 100 to ask for their branch number.. and..
"Hello? Excuse me, Can you deliver our dessert now? We are above you"
LOL. I BET THEY SURE 加料 for us!
Saturday
Awoke from the usual morning opera sessions. Felt real full, didnt eat breakfast.. Lunch came.. skipped it as well.. too full.. Ate about 3 biscuits and a small bar of chocolate for snack. Down with fever, felt very hot.. whole body with pains, spoils of boarding and its aches. Severe headache, slipping in and out of consciouss.. shortness of breath.. cant breathe properly. Then it came, diarroeha. Kept going toilet....eventually became worse, nausea followed, and stomach felt very bloated. Skipped dinner, didnt really feel like eating. totally cannot tahan. Night time.. body felt really cold, cannot even tahan the fan, but I was sweating terribly. Throughout the night couldnt sleep, nocturnal diarroeha is the best man.. bwg..life of a living dead...
Nvm, I'm considered fit compared to heng and nat, noobs, they vomitted. HAHAHA LOSERS! NOT FIT! ESP NAT, CANT EVEN GO FOR DINNER ON SUNDAY COS UR VOMITTING, WEAK MAN. NOT LIKE ME SO FIT, UNAFFECTED AT ALL. NOOOOOOB!
The cause? simple : god-forsaken waters off serangoon that enters your body thru your nose.
Wakeboarding is really raxing..Firstly, it burns your wallet, then your muscles, then your body, then your health : A truly expensive sport; take it up with caution.
Curse you people who voted for yangmi, you all suck. and val... I HATE YOU~!!!
Wednesday
Met to go wakeboarding with huuuuuuuu, so took a taxi there. Where we boarded for a total of 3 hrs. Getting better now, can stand, ride in and out of wakes, and even attempted to jump. However, nearly suffered a concussion as a head-smashed into the water twice... once so hard my head was spinning.
None can win yh, as she demonstrated her imba butt-boarding skillz. peifux
Being dao is cool - Goh Q.S (Quanie n.d.)
Thursday
Right, happy birthday hu. Finally decided not to pangseh us huh? Dinner at delifrance @hollandV. Body started to ache badly from the boarding, especially the back & butt. Omg man, cant even walk properly.
Walked quite long, because ma leading the way. end up walk one big round.. bwg, so dumb.. and to think we even dumber to let her lead... Delifrance dinner is not bad quite nice, then it was time for desert.. We were on the second floor, then just so happen no waiters around, and there were no other customers. So sian don't want to go down. Just called 100 to ask for their branch number.. and..
"Hello? Excuse me, Can you deliver our dessert now? We are above you"
LOL. I BET THEY SURE 加料 for us!
Saturday
Awoke from the usual morning opera sessions. Felt real full, didnt eat breakfast.. Lunch came.. skipped it as well.. too full.. Ate about 3 biscuits and a small bar of chocolate for snack. Down with fever, felt very hot.. whole body with pains, spoils of boarding and its aches. Severe headache, slipping in and out of consciouss.. shortness of breath.. cant breathe properly. Then it came, diarroeha. Kept going toilet....eventually became worse, nausea followed, and stomach felt very bloated. Skipped dinner, didnt really feel like eating. totally cannot tahan. Night time.. body felt really cold, cannot even tahan the fan, but I was sweating terribly. Throughout the night couldnt sleep, nocturnal diarroeha is the best man.. bwg..life of a living dead...
Nvm, I'm considered fit compared to heng and nat, noobs, they vomitted. HAHAHA LOSERS! NOT FIT! ESP NAT, CANT EVEN GO FOR DINNER ON SUNDAY COS UR VOMITTING, WEAK MAN. NOT LIKE ME SO FIT, UNAFFECTED AT ALL. NOOOOOOB!
The cause? simple : god-forsaken waters off serangoon that enters your body thru your nose.
Wakeboarding is really raxing..Firstly, it burns your wallet, then your muscles, then your body, then your health : A truly expensive sport; take it up with caution.
Curse you people who voted for yangmi, you all suck. and val... I HATE YOU~!!!
Who's more chio!!
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Two guys were contemplating over two girls online...
When they couldn't come to an agreement, they decided to ask for more views.. However, the results varied tremendously.... As such, they need your help!
BTW: Voters, please tag so we can keep track. Just tag a simple lyf if u voted for top, and cym if you voted for btm.
When they couldn't come to an agreement, they decided to ask for more views.. However, the results varied tremendously.... As such, they need your help!
BTW: Voters, please tag so we can keep track. Just tag a simple lyf if u voted for top, and cym if you voted for btm.
Syke + Supper + HUUUUU!
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Let's start wif some real kool stuff.
Thursday
Went to hengster's house to swim..thereafter going to visit skye, which was our true intention...(whoever gave a damn about brian?)
My inferior attempts to imitate leledo
Notice how his head turns when he hears weird noises (eg. lele) It just makes him imba-cute. Skye so far one of the cutest dog's I've seen...excluding puppies of course..
Behold skye, he-who-is-owned-by-someone-who-needs-to-get-owned
Brian should be shot. He dosen't deserve such a cute dog. Except for the fact he's super horny... skye makes a perfect dog.
Friday
Met again to raid ameen. Started off with me going to NP to consult for my thesis... went there for like.. five minutes? I was like WTF, omg, can't this simple consultation be done over the phone or sth!? Then it ended way earlier then expected. What's worse was I brought my new acoustic guitar ALONG. Super bulky day, Bag + Laptop + Guitar. Then just slack in canteen, bored until I fell asleep... bwg, because some ps-er dowan let me go his house slack... bwg brian.. bwg.
Then NLYZZZZZ came to visit NP, where he was amazed by NP's poor facilites.. (Well, compared to JJ it was already like vegas, so he was very amused). Ended up slacking in the library and thereafter going to Heng's house to slack.. AGAIN.
Met at eight at Heng's house, where nat attempted to tune my guitar...after I broke two strings. Was already scared enough, so dont dare tune myself. Then Nat went to tune.. *TWOPIANK!*
Bwg, break two of my strings... bwgbwg. I think I so far snapped like 8 strings in total already? Champion guitarist.
Went for prata + tomyum at Al-ameen, where the man tell us sit in some deserted alley to eat. We were like omg, is this even clean enough to eat at?! Then nvm, suddenly there came another group of customers... Guess what the guy tell us to do? He tell us, "Eh, you all move to the next table"
Best liao, 17 years of eating out, never have I once been TOLD to move..
BWG.BWG.
Saturday
Awoke at 12.. ,which so happens to be my usual slumber-demise for the past few days, from the opera my mum was singing to the maid. Still groggy, I walked past my mum who was already on her lunch.. Then she told me..
"Eh, Go see where the maid put the crabs"
I was like.. okay...Ask lor, she probably just left it under the basket like usual... Then I asked her, she say.. "fridge, in fridge" It was too late.. my mum overheard.. thus began the second opera show of the day.. much louder then the first.
I was just laughing there... ROFL man, she just put the whole plastic bag of crabs, crabs still in the plastic bag, then wrap them up and stuff in the fridge. HAHAHAHHAA
Then went to Starbucks to interview a staff, whom I was gona employ.. and he turned out to be like 8 years older? Driving car and alr bring the gf along. The pay is quite low alr. I read his resume, he has some uhlu degree. So people, please take note of how bad the recession is...
After some rushing then got to PS at around 8.15, one hour late... then suddenly yh say, "eh, I going home now.. sry cant make it.." BWGBWG MAN. Today just ps-ed so much to celebrate her birthday in advance and she just PS-ed!
Then nvm, some smart-ass went to suggest crystal jade. So went to eat, when fred&ma came to join.. Spent like 30 minutes without ordering, because everything seemed either out of budget or not interesting. Then like some dua-pa shaoye-s there, like deciding how many bowls of abalone to eat... end up order some basic fare... LOL
Then again, got some idiot bring pretzels in... BWGBWG, as if we not drama enuff.
idiot
Then we started ordering our own basic main courses, then when came to order the side dishes, everything was like sold out.. so eventually just anyhow order... when the auntie left we don't even know what the hell we ordered.LOL. Then fred STUNNED us!!! OMG! HE ORDERED SOMETHING WITH ABALONE! IMAGINE! FROM FRED LEH! HE-WHO-EATS-KOPITIAM-FOR-WEDDINGS-AND-MAGGIE-MEE-FOR-BIRTHDAY
End up kena scamz, the abalone like fifty cent coin liddat.LOL
HAHAHA NOOB!
Fabian couldn't resist the lao-aunties who were trying to take our order, so order finish he just 谢谢小姐 even thou the lady clearly married with grandchildren liao... but what to do? fabian's the auntie-killer.
Then JM, whom has lived 17yrs without a brain, continued to survive w/o a brain.. by hitting fabian and saying " Stop POR-ing the auntie lar!"... only to see the auntie just behind fabian...
bwgbwg.... ps till the max.
Then went to E2MAX to slack, where AGAIN, they ALWAYS MANAGE to do it... gave us wrong movie again... Aeon Flux --> Hau mo chu (The Haunted School) When the movie ended we just jitao stun there.. then start to laugh until bth.
Throughout the movie, not ONE second I was even scared. The whole show was like some love story? Like some taiwanese drama serial.. Laugh until bth... the plot is so freaking corny. LOL
Ok, ending here, btw throughout the blogpost I kept hearing weird noises from the kitchen, which almost made me thing lame ghost stories are true.. until I went there and laugh until I bth again..... Someone had left a crab in the sink.. alive, and It was just flipping and *bong-ing* all over... HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Thursday
Went to hengster's house to swim..thereafter going to visit skye, which was our true intention...(whoever gave a damn about brian?)
My inferior attempts to imitate leledo
Notice how his head turns when he hears weird noises (eg. lele) It just makes him imba-cute. Skye so far one of the cutest dog's I've seen...excluding puppies of course..
Behold skye, he-who-is-owned-by-someone-who-needs-to-get-owned
Brian should be shot. He dosen't deserve such a cute dog. Except for the fact he's super horny... skye makes a perfect dog.
Friday
Met again to raid ameen. Started off with me going to NP to consult for my thesis... went there for like.. five minutes? I was like WTF, omg, can't this simple consultation be done over the phone or sth!? Then it ended way earlier then expected. What's worse was I brought my new acoustic guitar ALONG. Super bulky day, Bag + Laptop + Guitar. Then just slack in canteen, bored until I fell asleep... bwg, because some ps-er dowan let me go his house slack... bwg brian.. bwg.
Then NLYZZZZZ came to visit NP, where he was amazed by NP's poor facilites.. (Well, compared to JJ it was already like vegas, so he was very amused). Ended up slacking in the library and thereafter going to Heng's house to slack.. AGAIN.
Met at eight at Heng's house, where nat attempted to tune my guitar...after I broke two strings. Was already scared enough, so dont dare tune myself. Then Nat went to tune.. *TWOPIANK!*
Bwg, break two of my strings... bwgbwg. I think I so far snapped like 8 strings in total already? Champion guitarist.
Went for prata + tomyum at Al-ameen, where the man tell us sit in some deserted alley to eat. We were like omg, is this even clean enough to eat at?! Then nvm, suddenly there came another group of customers... Guess what the guy tell us to do? He tell us, "Eh, you all move to the next table"
Best liao, 17 years of eating out, never have I once been TOLD to move..
BWG.BWG.
Saturday
Awoke at 12.. ,which so happens to be my usual slumber-demise for the past few days, from the opera my mum was singing to the maid. Still groggy, I walked past my mum who was already on her lunch.. Then she told me..
"Eh, Go see where the maid put the crabs"
I was like.. okay...Ask lor, she probably just left it under the basket like usual... Then I asked her, she say.. "fridge, in fridge" It was too late.. my mum overheard.. thus began the second opera show of the day.. much louder then the first.
I was just laughing there... ROFL man, she just put the whole plastic bag of crabs, crabs still in the plastic bag, then wrap them up and stuff in the fridge. HAHAHAHHAA
Then went to Starbucks to interview a staff, whom I was gona employ.. and he turned out to be like 8 years older? Driving car and alr bring the gf along. The pay is quite low alr. I read his resume, he has some uhlu degree. So people, please take note of how bad the recession is...
After some rushing then got to PS at around 8.15, one hour late... then suddenly yh say, "eh, I going home now.. sry cant make it.." BWGBWG MAN. Today just ps-ed so much to celebrate her birthday in advance and she just PS-ed!
Then nvm, some smart-ass went to suggest crystal jade. So went to eat, when fred&ma came to join.. Spent like 30 minutes without ordering, because everything seemed either out of budget or not interesting. Then like some dua-pa shaoye-s there, like deciding how many bowls of abalone to eat... end up order some basic fare... LOL
Then again, got some idiot bring pretzels in... BWGBWG, as if we not drama enuff.
idiot
Then we started ordering our own basic main courses, then when came to order the side dishes, everything was like sold out.. so eventually just anyhow order... when the auntie left we don't even know what the hell we ordered.LOL. Then fred STUNNED us!!! OMG! HE ORDERED SOMETHING WITH ABALONE! IMAGINE! FROM FRED LEH! HE-WHO-EATS-KOPITIAM-FOR-WEDDINGS-AND-MAGGIE-MEE-FOR-BIRTHDAY
End up kena scamz, the abalone like fifty cent coin liddat.LOL
HAHAHA NOOB!
Fabian couldn't resist the lao-aunties who were trying to take our order, so order finish he just 谢谢小姐 even thou the lady clearly married with grandchildren liao... but what to do? fabian's the auntie-killer.
Then JM, whom has lived 17yrs without a brain, continued to survive w/o a brain.. by hitting fabian and saying " Stop POR-ing the auntie lar!"... only to see the auntie just behind fabian...
bwgbwg.... ps till the max.
Then went to E2MAX to slack, where AGAIN, they ALWAYS MANAGE to do it... gave us wrong movie again... Aeon Flux --> Hau mo chu (The Haunted School) When the movie ended we just jitao stun there.. then start to laugh until bth.
Throughout the movie, not ONE second I was even scared. The whole show was like some love story? Like some taiwanese drama serial.. Laugh until bth... the plot is so freaking corny. LOL
Ok, ending here, btw throughout the blogpost I kept hearing weird noises from the kitchen, which almost made me thing lame ghost stories are true.. until I went there and laugh until I bth again..... Someone had left a crab in the sink.. alive, and It was just flipping and *bong-ing* all over... HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Visiting MOO!
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MOOO! Sry din come see you. But too late, they told us you discharge at 5. We can only reach 5 plus.. MOoOooOo!
Intended to go visit moo, but end up was too late, so met for dinner instead.. Went to cine, chicago steakhouse, then ate chicken there. Then eating halfway, OMG-WTF, I bite onto the fork.... Not that its pain.. But.. something came out..
OMGWTFBBQ
Felt like telling the waiter, "eh, your chicken was too hard, I demand compensation, heres my proof!"
But I'm nice, so didn't. LOL. Okay then went to E2Max again..As usual, bad customer service, we got wrong DVD again, rented Mr & Mrs Smith, but they gave us Cinderella instead.... sighz..
Korean ghost shows are somewhat sophisticated, not really scary, more of tradgic. The true horror lies in the sadism of the humans, but not the ghosts... someone becomes a thriller..
Nothing much, quite boring.. Gona get it fixed tmr.. cold drinks, food, anything also bth, very painful...
P|-|34r |\/|`/ |33+ 5k!||Z !!!
PS: PLEASE CHECK BELOW, NAT HAS ALREADY UPDATED ON THE SENTOSA STAKEOUT :O
I finally understood you can't light a candle thats already been lit... but what happens to that match that's burning & waiting..?
Intended to go visit moo, but end up was too late, so met for dinner instead.. Went to cine, chicago steakhouse, then ate chicken there. Then eating halfway, OMG-WTF, I bite onto the fork.... Not that its pain.. But.. something came out..
OMGWTFBBQ
Felt like telling the waiter, "eh, your chicken was too hard, I demand compensation, heres my proof!"
But I'm nice, so didn't. LOL. Okay then went to E2Max again..As usual, bad customer service, we got wrong DVD again, rented Mr & Mrs Smith, but they gave us Cinderella instead.... sighz..
Korean ghost shows are somewhat sophisticated, not really scary, more of tradgic. The true horror lies in the sadism of the humans, but not the ghosts... someone becomes a thriller..
Nothing much, quite boring.. Gona get it fixed tmr.. cold drinks, food, anything also bth, very painful...
P|-|34r |\/|`/ |33+ 5k!||Z !!!
PS: PLEASE CHECK BELOW, NAT HAS ALREADY UPDATED ON THE SENTOSA STAKEOUT :O
I finally understood you can't light a candle thats already been lit... but what happens to that match that's burning & waiting..?