In life typically people are stuck with jobs that they don't derive enough job satisfaction from. It may perhaps be due to the rising affluence of media and its ability to let users "see the greener pastures" of the world.
Admist this, there are of course, minimally, lone rangers whom find a job they like so much, they fight hard everyday protecting it.
One such good example is the Indian auntie cleaner of Block 68.
If any of you have lectures in early mornings at 68 you will no doubt see the vigilant cleaner studiously patrolling.... the toilets of block 68. She's like the keeper of the shrine, the dragon to the princess in some faraway castle.... with one sole aim in mind... to deny students entrance into the toilet.
" GO AWAY, CLEANING CLEANING! "
This is a typical response anyone will get when trying to trespass her sacred haven. For some reason, the toilets always cleaning and when she's around you the only place you get to pee is in your pants. Her shouts are almost like the rooster's call, sounding every Monday morning when I go to lecture.
Undoubtedly armed with the mop she will be there, shouting at students like they have tainted jesus's name with some great sin. Don't even think about trying to talk back, Its the part where she gets so defensive she starts scolding you and her face turns even blacker then black. (no pun or racism intended, puppy! arfarf!)
The terror dosent stop there.. it's like a Blair witch project thing, the scope has recently extended to the areas beyond the toilets. Just today, Mag&precy's class seemed to have some kind of presentation, as it was not their turn they were waiting outside the LT.
It didnt take long before the black widow appeared and blared so loudly we should change the production title to "BLARE witch project". What countless lecturers failed to do she accomplishes within seconds... make students listen. The class vanished so fast and quickly I swear they thought there was a fire in the block. You could almost see the satisfied smirk on her face when victory was hers, and she finally defended intruders into the territory.
Just as of now, blair bitch (typo) increased her poweress, by stomping into our lecture theatre. In my opinion, cleaners should never be allowed anywhere beyond places like toilet, garbage truck or sewage pipe unless being summoned by individuals to clean stuff like vomit. Did the aristocratic nature of the LT stop the blair witch? No.
She stormed in and screamed loudly.
" LECTURER NOT HERE, ALL GO OUT, YOU ALL NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, LATER SUPERVISOR COME LOCK YOU OUT "
Typically if this was a BA, HMS or LSCT class I think they would have moved.
This is where SoE and FMS have advantage.... we are BO-CHUP.
Blair Witch (BW) continues to scream while everyone just invisibiliazes (new term) her. If we were in her territory, and you were to treat her like a ghost..... My first instinct is that a mop will come flying at your face. However, I think BW realised she could do no damage to us within the divine halls of the LT where her caste has been banished from, she left us alone. Did it end there? No.
Like all ghosts, banshees and screaming things, they have an ability known as HAUNTING. Every 5 minutes, she would pop her head into the LT and start screaming loudly again like her sons have all died, and hell broke loose. I began to wonder if the imaginary supervisor even existed, or that she was high on weed.
This went on, even until our lecturer came to start class, that was when she popped her head in, ready to unleash another barrage of vocal assault. Seeing the lecturer, her face distorted to a mixed reaction of shock and defeat, spelling a big letter "L" over the forehead. Realising the battle was lost, she retreated, grumbling some incantation that probably would make us choke on porridge. Our victory was a first, and clearly short-lived, as the demonic haunting of the BW will no doubt continue and reign supreme every Monday Morning when the sun would rise... and students would need to answer nature's call.
IMBA SUAN
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Usually I don't post chat logs... and if I do, it better be good.
alfred. says:
is not forgot bah. is you didnt even know
hL says:
peiwen prolly gona dao me for life
alfred. says:
i thought she already did since sec 3
hL says:
no bah
hL says:
shes v nice can
hL says:
misses me alot
alfred. says:
yayaay
hL says:
lie to u for wd?!
alfred. says:
i got say you lie?
hL says:
go ahead lor kunge
hL says:
lelia dont miss u dosent mean peiwen dont miss me
..... and kuuun QQ-ed at 00:19
alfred. says:
is not forgot bah. is you didnt even know
hL says:
peiwen prolly gona dao me for life
alfred. says:
i thought she already did since sec 3
hL says:
no bah
hL says:
shes v nice can
hL says:
misses me alot
alfred. says:
yayaay
hL says:
lie to u for wd?!
alfred. says:
i got say you lie?
hL says:
go ahead lor kunge
hL says:
lelia dont miss u dosent mean peiwen dont miss me
..... and kuuun QQ-ed at 00:19
hL turns 18
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Finally, a year comes round again.
While some call it independence day. It's actually my birthday.
Thanks everyone who sent wishes! my cool iphone sometimes dosent receive smses so not I want to dao you. but i didnt see it.
Special thanks to peiwen! FIRST sms, omg miss you~
and bestfren, for the blood & chocolate x)
*breaks down in tears @ brian's blog* im touched..
for those of you who havent wished me, i will zap you if you dont in the next 10 mins.
While some call it independence day. It's actually my birthday.
Thanks everyone who sent wishes! my cool iphone sometimes dosent receive smses so not I want to dao you. but i didnt see it.
Special thanks to peiwen! FIRST sms, omg miss you~
and bestfren, for the blood & chocolate x)
*breaks down in tears @ brian's blog* im touched..
for those of you who havent wished me, i will zap you if you dont in the next 10 mins.
Vox Pops Chinaman
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Just so you are clear, I am not racist. I just hate chinamen.
Today saw me in orchard walking around like crazy fool asking people what they thought of durian and alcohol.
Its ok to reject the interview, however, it is not ok to behave like a chinaman. This is what happens.
Me: "Hi, I'm doing my radio project, can I ask your views on ONE question?"
CM: "你说什么？这个是干什么的？" *points at my mic*
I realise comprehending my English might be rocket science for him. So I attempted to downgrade my IQ drastically, by like 500 points.
Me: "Er.. 我想访问你下关于个问题，那就是同时食用留连和酒有什么样的效果?"
Note here that this is probably the most complicated Chinese sentence I've constructed in my whole life. 17 years of my Chinese education was nurtured to perfect this question.
CM: "这个。。。现在是该讨论新加坡经济和发展的时间吧？到处人都没口饭吃而你还在这问留连和酒的关系？"
CM: "是应该讨论下如何扩大新加坡的人才和如何去喜迎外国人名来这发展经济。而不是讨论什么留连..."
At this point of time, I will admit I already was already clearly disengaged in the conversation, just merely nodding my head to make him feel comfortable. One should understand when an interviewer does that, its asking you to stfu and get lost.
However, does the china man know that?
No. He goes on this time adding more words I've never heard before in my life. He throws in a few badly enunciated words that sound like " WER PAMIT"and "BISA". He's like a Gatling gun, the more he talks the faster the rate of words spill out even though I clearly couldnt understand shit, but he was just rapping away trying like there was a word limit . I wanted to use my mic, hit him between the eyes and run off.
If you brought him to Sentosa, the merlion would be out of business. Saliva was just pouring out of his mouth as such a quick pace he would probably fill up a Olympic sized pool in seconds. The next thing you know hes criticizing the govt about work policies and unfair ethics. I did the best I could.... wait for him to stop for air then quicky say
" OK THANKS FOR YOUR TIME BYE! "
Wasted 2 minutes of my tape. Stewpid china men.
Thats like not the best. The china man continues to amaze me further....
As my group was interviewing others, we noticed the china man lurking around, approaching foreign expats. My first thesis was that he was trying to promote chairman mao, almost called the ISD to come tazer him. Fortunately most of the angmohs count give a damn about some guy who spoke like a duck and just shrugged him off.
My suspicions heightened when some angmohs stopped to talk to him. Clearly this is wrong. Someone who cannot pronounce your credit card company correctly obviously cannot speak to angmohs. And if he could.... why did he not do my interview? What did I do?
I stalked him.
Finally, I got so so so curious then I went to ask one of the angmohs whom he talked to. GUESS WHAT?
HE WAS ASKING THEM FOR MONEY. AND HE SPOKE IN ENGLISH.
I laughed so hard at him I swear he was staring back at me. To commemorate our successful CSI, my friend took a picture of him trying to suss money from some angmoh. Will post it later. Someone notify STOMP, " China beggar in orchard road? ".
Not i want say.. look at the way he stands....
Today saw me in orchard walking around like crazy fool asking people what they thought of durian and alcohol.
Its ok to reject the interview, however, it is not ok to behave like a chinaman. This is what happens.
Me: "Hi, I'm doing my radio project, can I ask your views on ONE question?"
CM: "你说什么？这个是干什么的？" *points at my mic*
I realise comprehending my English might be rocket science for him. So I attempted to downgrade my IQ drastically, by like 500 points.
Me: "Er.. 我想访问你下关于个问题，那就是同时食用留连和酒有什么样的效果?"
Note here that this is probably the most complicated Chinese sentence I've constructed in my whole life. 17 years of my Chinese education was nurtured to perfect this question.
CM: "这个。。。现在是该讨论新加坡经济和发展的时间吧？到处人都没口饭吃而你还在这问留连和酒的关系？"
CM: "是应该讨论下如何扩大新加坡的人才和如何去喜迎外国人名来这发展经济。而不是讨论什么留连..."
At this point of time, I will admit I already was already clearly disengaged in the conversation, just merely nodding my head to make him feel comfortable. One should understand when an interviewer does that, its asking you to stfu and get lost.
However, does the china man know that?
No. He goes on this time adding more words I've never heard before in my life. He throws in a few badly enunciated words that sound like " WER PAMIT"and "BISA". He's like a Gatling gun, the more he talks the faster the rate of words spill out even though I clearly couldnt understand shit, but he was just rapping away trying like there was a word limit . I wanted to use my mic, hit him between the eyes and run off.
If you brought him to Sentosa, the merlion would be out of business. Saliva was just pouring out of his mouth as such a quick pace he would probably fill up a Olympic sized pool in seconds. The next thing you know hes criticizing the govt about work policies and unfair ethics. I did the best I could.... wait for him to stop for air then quicky say
" OK THANKS FOR YOUR TIME BYE! "
Wasted 2 minutes of my tape. Stewpid china men.
Thats like not the best. The china man continues to amaze me further....
As my group was interviewing others, we noticed the china man lurking around, approaching foreign expats. My first thesis was that he was trying to promote chairman mao, almost called the ISD to come tazer him. Fortunately most of the angmohs count give a damn about some guy who spoke like a duck and just shrugged him off.
My suspicions heightened when some angmohs stopped to talk to him. Clearly this is wrong. Someone who cannot pronounce your credit card company correctly obviously cannot speak to angmohs. And if he could.... why did he not do my interview? What did I do?
I stalked him.
Finally, I got so so so curious then I went to ask one of the angmohs whom he talked to. GUESS WHAT?
HE WAS ASKING THEM FOR MONEY. AND HE SPOKE IN ENGLISH.
I laughed so hard at him I swear he was staring back at me. To commemorate our successful CSI, my friend took a picture of him trying to suss money from some angmoh. Will post it later. Someone notify STOMP, " China beggar in orchard road? ".
Not i want say.. look at the way he stands....
weird dreams.
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ok. I think this is really starting to get weird.
Having weird dreams recently, probably a sign of fluctuation in stress? =/
big hotel.plane.receptionists at every level.adobe rooms.3 a floor.plane.5 minutes.rushed off to pack.forgot phone.macbook.messaging system.clothes. awoken.
Having weird dreams recently, probably a sign of fluctuation in stress? =/
big hotel.plane.receptionists at every level.adobe rooms.3 a floor.plane.5 minutes.rushed off to pack.forgot phone.macbook.messaging system.clothes. awoken.
Education Policy
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Each time you step into a new module its always something different. However, it seems like every semester, schools always manage to stuff some shitty modules in for god-knows what reasons.
Enter news-writing.
Let's be clear. I'm quite ok with writing, in fact can consider to like it. Maybe sometimes its the lecturers that play determinant in your likings for the module. Or maybe its the current topic the module is on, leads writing just sounds plain nonsense to me.
A lead is supposed to be something that introduces the story, and the subject of lead writing is supposed to function as a springboard to catapult your story in a logical, coherent and interesting manner. While lecturers say 90% of the time is spent on a lead, reporters at SPH probably will tell you thats something that comes out of a bull's anus. They do their leads in like... 5 seconds?
The purpose of learning this specific style of lead is, according to them, internationally recognized standard, but if you ask me the only place I see it in is Straits Times. Seems like different papers have different writing styles, and this module is a express-pass to join SPH.
I think its time someone re-looked at the curriculum.
There's something I forgot to mention in the last post when she was mentioned. Besides telling us the golden truth about clouds, she introduced herself with the following, verbatim. ( Butterfly style, credit given )
" I'm well-known for being merciful "
For someone teaching others to write leads, I don't think this is a very good one either. Who the hell introduces themselves with that statement? Is it me, or are a few of you getting the "Guan Yin Ma" image in your head already? I somehow get general consensus that we'll be begging for mercy so perhaps she think it might be better to set things straight.
Actually, many other modules are outdated and usually do not bear much resemblance to the modern industry standard. There is actually a difference in theory and when you start work there. If practical-based learning is what is encouraged, "Sai-Kang", "Office Politics" & "Horse Fart" should make up 25 credit each for they are far more important then any other module.
There is reason to believe the only reason why schools are setup is to keep people out of jail, and some get the privilege free to encourage prompt participation. ( Brian, stop smiling as you read this )
If I had it my way, I'd revoke it back to the shifu-tudi style. Some people leave schools with degrees as ignorant as when they went it, and some modules exist just so that the central air-con does not go to waste.
Not that I have anything against the lecturer, it just happens to be one of a few modules where you listen just so that you will pass.
There is of course a decent probability one of my lecturers is reading this by now, so perhaps my GPA this sem will be down by at least 0.5
On a much happier note, today saw 3 hours spent mahjong-ing with jerome. I dont think I have to elaborate further why its a happy note. When I get elected government, I will make it a public holiday.
Enter news-writing.
Let's be clear. I'm quite ok with writing, in fact can consider to like it. Maybe sometimes its the lecturers that play determinant in your likings for the module. Or maybe its the current topic the module is on, leads writing just sounds plain nonsense to me.
A lead is supposed to be something that introduces the story, and the subject of lead writing is supposed to function as a springboard to catapult your story in a logical, coherent and interesting manner. While lecturers say 90% of the time is spent on a lead, reporters at SPH probably will tell you thats something that comes out of a bull's anus. They do their leads in like... 5 seconds?
The purpose of learning this specific style of lead is, according to them, internationally recognized standard, but if you ask me the only place I see it in is Straits Times. Seems like different papers have different writing styles, and this module is a express-pass to join SPH.
I think its time someone re-looked at the curriculum.
There's something I forgot to mention in the last post when she was mentioned. Besides telling us the golden truth about clouds, she introduced herself with the following, verbatim. ( Butterfly style, credit given )
" I'm well-known for being merciful "
For someone teaching others to write leads, I don't think this is a very good one either. Who the hell introduces themselves with that statement? Is it me, or are a few of you getting the "Guan Yin Ma" image in your head already? I somehow get general consensus that we'll be begging for mercy so perhaps she think it might be better to set things straight.
Actually, many other modules are outdated and usually do not bear much resemblance to the modern industry standard. There is actually a difference in theory and when you start work there. If practical-based learning is what is encouraged, "Sai-Kang", "Office Politics" & "Horse Fart" should make up 25 credit each for they are far more important then any other module.
There is reason to believe the only reason why schools are setup is to keep people out of jail, and some get the privilege free to encourage prompt participation. ( Brian, stop smiling as you read this )
If I had it my way, I'd revoke it back to the shifu-tudi style. Some people leave schools with degrees as ignorant as when they went it, and some modules exist just so that the central air-con does not go to waste.
Not that I have anything against the lecturer, it just happens to be one of a few modules where you listen just so that you will pass.
There is of course a decent probability one of my lecturers is reading this by now, so perhaps my GPA this sem will be down by at least 0.5
On a much happier note, today saw 3 hours spent mahjong-ing with jerome. I dont think I have to elaborate further why its a happy note. When I get elected government, I will make it a public holiday.
Reflections on mistakes
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I am going to write a beautiful story.
A few months into the year he knew he had made a mistake, and he did the worst thing you can do when you make a mistake.
He ignored it.
Pride, Willfulness, Obstinacy. He simply refused to bow to Shame and continued as if everything was just so wonderful.
A year into Sin, the pain began to set in, so bad it will leave scars. He contemplates again to jump Titanic, but the chill of the sea made him rethink. Out of nothing but sheer cowardice, he remained on board.....
One day he looked around, and saw the smiles on everyone else. It was like a hammer hitting a raw nerve as the flashbacks of the mask of joy he wore. It was like everything else but him was falling into place.... he was falling out.
Then came the undeniable question that some bright spark asked, igniting the gas laying in slumber for a year. It torched him with a burning question.. "What are you doing?"
As if burnt from the heat, he awakens, and the ivory mask shatters. The smile fades and the sting of Reality sets in. Suddenly, he realises is back where he began... L.O.S.T
For a few days, it was a blood moon as days turned to nights, and nights became longer nights. He was like a living zombie, perhaps not even living, but surviving. They call this the melancholy of a shattered dream.
Then, it struck him... A seemingly crazy idea, but it struck him anyway. What if... just what if... he turned back? He had only been with Sin for a year now. Yea, people might jaunt him. But what if he really did it? Would he have chosen the lesser of two evils?
He wrote to the head of Sin, and the reply he got paralleled that of the devil's advocate...
"You still have half a year left with us, even if you turn back... you have to finish your pact"
The mortification certainly was intense... One + Half years... wasted with Sin... This would clearly be a breaking point in his smooth sail.. It would transcend him behind those who were caught in the storm of last summer.... those who only were only 12 months captive.
At a loss for a words, and a loss of will, the days of a zombie returned. He probably hasnt truly smiled for close to a week now. Even his mother whom didnt know what he was Sin-ing in realised.
The key was clear now..... either he'd turn back, and waste a significant portion of his youth... or he could gamble... that he would rewire Titanic's fate..
He finally realised a few months folly could cost him so much.....it was precisely the reason why blind people would leap into canyons.
Again, he chose neither......
At the end of the day, he isn't really is strong as some people think he is. False Pretence does come with with a long price tag.
What else can you say? weakling
Today, he finally got inspired... For so long as his wretched life stank, no teacher ever taught what he could learn today.
"To succeed, you must be passionate in what you do"
"What happens to those who can't find their passion?"
"There's no one with no passion, its simply because they haven't found theirs"
For the first time in his life, he was totally silenced........ Like as shedded shell, there was just nothing to be said. The silence, was not but golden, but deafening.
suchtruthsuchlogicsuchsensesuchinfallibitysuchrighteousnesssuchsimplicity
All in one sentence.
It didnt even take him a few nanos to realise:
He hasn't seen clouds that dont make rain
And he was right all along, there was no need for a bible... for he had already found a living testament.
A few months into the year he knew he had made a mistake, and he did the worst thing you can do when you make a mistake.
He ignored it.
Pride, Willfulness, Obstinacy. He simply refused to bow to Shame and continued as if everything was just so wonderful.
A year into Sin, the pain began to set in, so bad it will leave scars. He contemplates again to jump Titanic, but the chill of the sea made him rethink. Out of nothing but sheer cowardice, he remained on board.....
One day he looked around, and saw the smiles on everyone else. It was like a hammer hitting a raw nerve as the flashbacks of the mask of joy he wore. It was like everything else but him was falling into place.... he was falling out.
Then came the undeniable question that some bright spark asked, igniting the gas laying in slumber for a year. It torched him with a burning question.. "What are you doing?"
As if burnt from the heat, he awakens, and the ivory mask shatters. The smile fades and the sting of Reality sets in. Suddenly, he realises is back where he began... L.O.S.T
For a few days, it was a blood moon as days turned to nights, and nights became longer nights. He was like a living zombie, perhaps not even living, but surviving. They call this the melancholy of a shattered dream.
Then, it struck him... A seemingly crazy idea, but it struck him anyway. What if... just what if... he turned back? He had only been with Sin for a year now. Yea, people might jaunt him. But what if he really did it? Would he have chosen the lesser of two evils?
He wrote to the head of Sin, and the reply he got paralleled that of the devil's advocate...
"You still have half a year left with us, even if you turn back... you have to finish your pact"
The mortification certainly was intense... One + Half years... wasted with Sin... This would clearly be a breaking point in his smooth sail.. It would transcend him behind those who were caught in the storm of last summer.... those who only were only 12 months captive.
At a loss for a words, and a loss of will, the days of a zombie returned. He probably hasnt truly smiled for close to a week now. Even his mother whom didnt know what he was Sin-ing in realised.
The key was clear now..... either he'd turn back, and waste a significant portion of his youth... or he could gamble... that he would rewire Titanic's fate..
He finally realised a few months folly could cost him so much.....it was precisely the reason why blind people would leap into canyons.
Again, he chose neither......
At the end of the day, he isn't really is strong as some people think he is. False Pretence does come with with a long price tag.
What else can you say? weakling
Today, he finally got inspired... For so long as his wretched life stank, no teacher ever taught what he could learn today.
"To succeed, you must be passionate in what you do"
"What happens to those who can't find their passion?"
"There's no one with no passion, its simply because they haven't found theirs"
For the first time in his life, he was totally silenced........ Like as shedded shell, there was just nothing to be said. The silence, was not but golden, but deafening.
suchtruthsuchlogicsuchsensesuchinfallibitysuchrighteousnesssuchsimplicity
All in one sentence.
It didnt even take him a few nanos to realise:
He hasn't seen clouds that dont make rain
And he was right all along, there was no need for a bible... for he had already found a living testament.
Chalet, nsrcc
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A four day chalet. This also happens to have the most number of people.
Day 1
Met at Giant to get stuff. The rate we were grabbing things off the shelves made it look like there was a global nuclear embargo. So many items, infact, the barcode scanner spoilt, maybe we're just too good? *does the quanie just too good*
Brian is a one-of-a-kind person. He silently goes into the kitchen and opens a bottle of whiskey. Then he comes out with a cup in his hand. Minutes later, he goes back in for more. I sensed something was wrong, so I asked him..
" Brian, how many cups liao? "
" One lah..."
Clearly something was wrong. Either our Black label evaporates faster then others or Brian was lying. 1/4 of the bottle was missing... LOL
It wasnt long before Brian went back into a kitchen. Suddenly a loud "PIANG" was heard...
Next thing I heard justin shouting
" BRIAN BROKE THE TEQUILA "
Everyone rushed in to see Brian with the head of the tequila bottle and a bleeding leg. He DROPPED the tequila. The whole kitchen stank of tequila.
Next thing we know he goes on like..
" Omg, HL I'm sorry! I feel damn bad "
" You have to like sell iPhones to buy the tequila!"
HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA
Then he starts singing and rapping out porn star's names, including juicy content like:
"NO! Thats not DAWN......I know because j... *Censored*"
Day 2
Followed Fat,Nat and ca to Fred Perry to change his shirt size.
Kind of makes you wonder how some people can charge like two hundered dollars just by putting one Prima Deli logo on the shirt.
Then we talk about things like Lacoste and Crocodile. Does the direction of that crocodile matter? Point left point right?
Proceeded to IKEA later to find wooden planks. The plan was simple:
1) Buy wood
2) Build raft
3) Sail out and get arrested by coast guard
I might officially be IKEA's dumbest customer when I asked the salesman:
"Erm, what kind of your wood floats the best?"
He replys that their wood never come into contact with water. LOL
Sadly, IKEA overcharges for the very same wood I could steal from some random bangala. So we left... However, as consolation we bought a huge umbrella as a sail.
Next stop was Giant... we were there not to buy stuff, but take cardboard boxes so we could build the raft. Cannot believe we had to resort to this LOL.
Yeap. We are poor
It was already night by the time we reached the chalet, and we began to build a prototype and assemble the raft.
Day 1
Met at Giant to get stuff. The rate we were grabbing things off the shelves made it look like there was a global nuclear embargo. So many items, infact, the barcode scanner spoilt, maybe we're just too good? *does the quanie just too good*
For your own safety, some obscene content has been removed to prevent retina bleeding.
It was as usual we arrived early to the chalet. The scent and view of it almost transcended a year back into time, it was as if nothing has changed.
Dusk falls. People flock in for the BBQ food. There were roughly twenty odd of us waiting to eat. I did my best to help cook the food,
I played mahjong.
Sweating by the BBQ pit was Hsien Zhe. Its amazing how u can get slave labour with a can of insecticide. If he was bbqing any slower I swear I would have sprayed the insecticide on him.
It wasn't long before the alcohol came out. I am proud to say I have great friends that love me and deal me great cards that entitle me to free vodka... thrice.in.a.row
Brian is a one-of-a-kind person. He silently goes into the kitchen and opens a bottle of whiskey. Then he comes out with a cup in his hand. Minutes later, he goes back in for more. I sensed something was wrong, so I asked him..
" Brian, how many cups liao? "
" One lah..."
Clearly something was wrong. Either our Black label evaporates faster then others or Brian was lying. 1/4 of the bottle was missing... LOL
It wasnt long before Brian went back into a kitchen. Suddenly a loud "PIANG" was heard...
Next thing I heard justin shouting
" BRIAN BROKE THE TEQUILA "
Everyone rushed in to see Brian with the head of the tequila bottle and a bleeding leg. He DROPPED the tequila. The whole kitchen stank of tequila.
Next thing we know he goes on like..
" Omg, HL I'm sorry! I feel damn bad "
" You have to like sell iPhones to buy the tequila!"
HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA
Then he starts singing and rapping out porn star's names, including juicy content like:
"NO! Thats not DAWN......I know because j... *Censored*"
Day 2
Followed Fat,Nat and ca to Fred Perry to change his shirt size.
Kind of makes you wonder how some people can charge like two hundered dollars just by putting one Prima Deli logo on the shirt.
Then we talk about things like Lacoste and Crocodile. Does the direction of that crocodile matter? Point left point right?
Proceeded to IKEA later to find wooden planks. The plan was simple:
1) Buy wood
2) Build raft
3) Sail out and get arrested by coast guard
I might officially be IKEA's dumbest customer when I asked the salesman:
"Erm, what kind of your wood floats the best?"
He replys that their wood never come into contact with water. LOL
Sadly, IKEA overcharges for the very same wood I could steal from some random bangala. So we left... However, as consolation we bought a huge umbrella as a sail.
Next stop was Giant... we were there not to buy stuff, but take cardboard boxes so we could build the raft. Cannot believe we had to resort to this LOL.
Yeap. We are poorIt was already night by the time we reached the chalet, and we began to build a prototype and assemble the raft.
This makes titanic look like a paper boat.
As you can see, every INCH is wrapped in tape. It took us a whole hour and 5 rolls of masking tape to do it. We ran a quick beta-test in the swimming pool after dark. LOL
Day 3
The day of reckoning has come. As the fans came to bid farewell.
Captain Nat and under his umbrella
Our slaves helped us to board the ship, as our on-board technician lele helps with the umbrella.
The one in blue is the lowest class
My fans left me a touching message. I almost cried and swam back to shore.
Aww.... so sweet.
Lost at sea...
Voyage Log:
1m - Captain Nat and I paddle hard against the currents, struggling to break water.
2m30s - We opened the umbrella to catch the wind, but it seemed like there was only a breeze
5m - Waves are getting stronger, I sturggle to balance the raft
6m30s - Things aren't looking good..... Water is already up to our waist...
10m - Captain Nat tries to be funny and inverts the umbrella on the water, then proceeds to try to stand
10m30s - Captain Nat fails and falls into the water, however, he swiftly climbs back up
12m - Water reaches our chest.... We pray for the best...
14m - The seasickness is hitting Nat, he loses his sanity and starts stabbing the umbrella to sink the ship
15m - Our parrot lele chirps from shore, helping us to find the wind direction
17m - The bird's efforts seem to be working... we are moving further from shore..
20m - The ship seems to be tearing apart... water is reaching our necks...
22m - The ship is 80% submerged in water... I give up... ABANDON SHIP!!
23m - Captain Nat is still on board, he seems to be like Titanic's Captain...
25m - We successfully free two floats from the sinking raft and paddle back to shore...
28m - We havent moved even a few metres from the raft.... the current... too huge...
32m - One big wave comes in.. water snorts up my nose. *cough* *ack*
35m - Shore seems still far away.... my arms are already numb...
42m - Finally, we reach shore... exhausted..
Fans rush eagerly to congratulate our success.... We know we're just too good?!
*does the quanie just too good*
Too good?!?
DOTI CRIES. YES!
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This post is solely to glorify my acheivement.
9 words, 16 hour, doti cries.
YES! BEAT THAT BRIAN!
AND I DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO TOUCH HER.
PS: + free ice cream! Dont think I'll ever forget doti...
9 words, 16 hour, doti cries.
YES! BEAT THAT BRIAN!
AND I DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO TOUCH HER.
PS: + free ice cream! Dont think I'll ever forget doti...
Power Outage
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Yesterday happened to be a rather lucky day for me, so I shall recall its events.
Awoke in the at about noon time, when suddenly remembered had to meetup with this guy to trade him his two phones. It was still early, so I thought maybe could still play a round or two of dota.
Just when it was about to start, this loud "VROOOOM" came out.
My room has a total of 3 PCs running concurrently at any one time, + a fan. So the drastic decrease in amplitude makes the sound like that of an inverse of a roaring plane, almost like the detonation of an EMP.
I stared blankly at my monitor... which stared blankly back at me.
Power trip?
Went to check the fuses, nothing tripped. Double checked the lights, not working.
It took a full fifteen minutes for me and neighbours to realise the whole block had a power outage.
Then I realised, omg, time to deal with the guy. Took the phones, then pressed the lift button.
For the first time, I saw three lifts, all the LCD displays... blank.
HL BWGx
208 steps, I counted it all......................
The only other time I climbed all 13 floors, BAREFOOTED, was about 3 years back. When 500 dollars disappeared infront of my door.
It kinda makes you wonder a city like Singapore, will we survive the absence of voltage? I mean think about it, the first thing I thought of when I realised the power isnt going to come on for sometime was my handphone. How long will the battery last?
I mean picture this, life will almost be back to kampung days should SP decide to call a strike union. While JC ppl can continue to cry and attend their nerd lessons. Poly ppl conveniently forget to charge their laptops.
Come to realise, if everything that requires a V in the equation to work comes to naught, its as good as an island of 4 million starving people. I will be the first to sell recipies for bone marrows.
Then comes the evening.
It was a typical MSN convo, when I realised my S.E wont charge. For S.E owners you must already be familiar with the art of plugging in the charger at different angles and strength. It just so happens my cool charger wont supply VOLTS, I swear I plugged it in and out so many times that it can be considered sex.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious fix for my S.E's fault
While I nodded, neck perspiring,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
A beeping on my MSN door.
"'Tis some visitor?" I muttered,
Only that and nothing more.
Deep into the night I went fixing,
Fixing the my S.E's unfixable flaw,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
In the darkness I stood staring, staring at my PC's log.
My eyes widened, for tis's no ordinary log!
It was like screams echoing from the toture hall
"Imposssible!" I uttered.
May'b its nothing but the alcohol!
Gasping and panting, I looked once more.
Clearly now, its' truth like a lore.
I stumbled quickly to hit the keys
But it was too late, I collapsed to my knees.
" NOOOOOO, SURELY THIS CANNOT BE!!"
How could they even think of putting me a frame!?
Quoth the MSN: You can blame.
What's the best thing? Next morning, the S.E comes alive. 750 dollars down the drain....
Awoke in the at about noon time, when suddenly remembered had to meetup with this guy to trade him his two phones. It was still early, so I thought maybe could still play a round or two of dota.
Just when it was about to start, this loud "VROOOOM" came out.
My room has a total of 3 PCs running concurrently at any one time, + a fan. So the drastic decrease in amplitude makes the sound like that of an inverse of a roaring plane, almost like the detonation of an EMP.
I stared blankly at my monitor... which stared blankly back at me.
Power trip?
Went to check the fuses, nothing tripped. Double checked the lights, not working.
It took a full fifteen minutes for me and neighbours to realise the whole block had a power outage.
Then I realised, omg, time to deal with the guy. Took the phones, then pressed the lift button.
For the first time, I saw three lifts, all the LCD displays... blank.
HL BWGx
208 steps, I counted it all......................
The only other time I climbed all 13 floors, BAREFOOTED, was about 3 years back. When 500 dollars disappeared infront of my door.
It kinda makes you wonder a city like Singapore, will we survive the absence of voltage? I mean think about it, the first thing I thought of when I realised the power isnt going to come on for sometime was my handphone. How long will the battery last?
I mean picture this, life will almost be back to kampung days should SP decide to call a strike union. While JC ppl can continue to cry and attend their nerd lessons. Poly ppl conveniently forget to charge their laptops.
Come to realise, if everything that requires a V in the equation to work comes to naught, its as good as an island of 4 million starving people. I will be the first to sell recipies for bone marrows.
Then comes the evening.
It was a typical MSN convo, when I realised my S.E wont charge. For S.E owners you must already be familiar with the art of plugging in the charger at different angles and strength. It just so happens my cool charger wont supply VOLTS, I swear I plugged it in and out so many times that it can be considered sex.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious fix for my S.E's fault
While I nodded, neck perspiring,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
A beeping on my MSN door.
"'Tis some visitor?" I muttered,
Only that and nothing more.
Deep into the night I went fixing,
Fixing the my S.E's unfixable flaw,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
In the darkness I stood staring, staring at my PC's log.
My eyes widened, for tis's no ordinary log!
It was like screams echoing from the toture hall
"Imposssible!" I uttered.
May'b its nothing but the alcohol!
Gasping and panting, I looked once more.
Clearly now, its' truth like a lore.
I stumbled quickly to hit the keys
But it was too late, I collapsed to my knees.
" NOOOOOO, SURELY THIS CANNOT BE!!"
How could they even think of putting me a frame!?
Quoth the MSN: You can blame.
What's the best thing? Next morning, the S.E comes alive. 750 dollars down the drain....
9th of march.
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Remember Pan's Labrynith?
He smashed his watch, so his son would know his exact time of death, 22:09
Its been a full year..... my watch has finally started ticking again.
This time, its alright, i'll give my gun away when its loaded (:
Finally, I can let go.
He smashed his watch, so his son would know his exact time of death, 22:09
Its been a full year..... my watch has finally started ticking again.
This time, its alright, i'll give my gun away when its loaded (:
Finally, I can let go.
mas selamat
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Usually I have a problem waking up, because there seems to be no alarm clock thats loud enough. What makes this whole thing queer is that whenever an SMS comes, I automatically awaken.
So today what greeted me was not some lame text, but a picture of a man. This instantly caught my attention. "Mas Selemat bin Kasatri, please call 999 if you see him".
This should be the final straw to demonstrate why our local police agency is like Mars. Intelligent lifeform is absent.
I was having this really casual talk over lunch with my mum when the subject of this man came into the crossfire. Much as I'd like to call it casual talk, it is really an exchange of argumentation, anymore intent to be considered smear campaign.
Call me hero, but I'm one of the few media students that dont even give my daily time to the media, that means I do not read newspapers. Clearly, when I got my content feed from her, it made the whole thing sound ridiculously absurd.
First, a half-handicapped man manages to escape from a high security detention compound leaving almost no traces. This is obviously an inside job. I do not see him having ability to scale 3 metre high walls with his limping leg.
Next, the media unleashes the truth. (or what WE think is true) This inturn generates fear, and the competence of the SPF is put on trial.
The third intelligent move will be to put road-blocks and begin to check. No doubt this hinders the terrorist, but you also hinder the rest of your citizens.
The final straw comes with this MMS. Bet your house on it, "999" is going to be the next hotline. Everyone will think they have seen a terrorist.
Nothing sounds wrong? Now, I just want you to think... think really hard. If YOU were a terrorist. What will you do?
Ask me. First thing I'd do is to generate fear, and that's already being done for me by the SPF.
Fear controls the crowd. It is what keeps you, me and everyone else in check. Look back in history, the most powerful rulers reigned with an iron fist. Fear is terrorism feeds on. If everyone walked into the MRT not giving a damn about it blowing up, I do not see a point in them massacring to get front page news. Everyday Mas Selmat makes headlines, this saves JI some really good money. Advertising is getting competitive nowadays.
Next. I will keep the SPF busy, while waiting for the hype to die down.
Now clearly this has also already been done for me. You will less officers on the road and more of them on the phone. Anymore of these MMS being sent out and you probably can have a chat line.
"Hi, I'm ASP Wong, have you ALSO seen Mas?"
Besides being a nuisance to the general public, do you think that incredible spot-check along roads is of use? Any terrorist that has ability to Michael Scofield certainly will not be retarded enough to be caught in your regular roadblock. What you will find is probably a driver and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Racism aside, the next thing you will come to realise that putting a picture of him is no good idea. This being that his skin colour and facial features happen to correspond with one of the minority races amongst our multi-racial nation.
Someone's dad will not be coming home for Nasi Lemak tonight. I told him that goatee was a no-no.
Imagine imagine. You have a sick mouse amongst many others in your cage.
Do you sweep your hand, grab a few to examine? Or would you rather look and tell which one's not moving normally?
So today what greeted me was not some lame text, but a picture of a man. This instantly caught my attention. "Mas Selemat bin Kasatri, please call 999 if you see him".
This should be the final straw to demonstrate why our local police agency is like Mars. Intelligent lifeform is absent.
I was having this really casual talk over lunch with my mum when the subject of this man came into the crossfire. Much as I'd like to call it casual talk, it is really an exchange of argumentation, anymore intent to be considered smear campaign.
Call me hero, but I'm one of the few media students that dont even give my daily time to the media, that means I do not read newspapers. Clearly, when I got my content feed from her, it made the whole thing sound ridiculously absurd.
First, a half-handicapped man manages to escape from a high security detention compound leaving almost no traces. This is obviously an inside job. I do not see him having ability to scale 3 metre high walls with his limping leg.
Next, the media unleashes the truth. (or what WE think is true) This inturn generates fear, and the competence of the SPF is put on trial.
The third intelligent move will be to put road-blocks and begin to check. No doubt this hinders the terrorist, but you also hinder the rest of your citizens.
The final straw comes with this MMS. Bet your house on it, "999" is going to be the next hotline. Everyone will think they have seen a terrorist.
Nothing sounds wrong? Now, I just want you to think... think really hard. If YOU were a terrorist. What will you do?
Ask me. First thing I'd do is to generate fear, and that's already being done for me by the SPF.
Fear controls the crowd. It is what keeps you, me and everyone else in check. Look back in history, the most powerful rulers reigned with an iron fist. Fear is terrorism feeds on. If everyone walked into the MRT not giving a damn about it blowing up, I do not see a point in them massacring to get front page news. Everyday Mas Selmat makes headlines, this saves JI some really good money. Advertising is getting competitive nowadays.
Next. I will keep the SPF busy, while waiting for the hype to die down.
Now clearly this has also already been done for me. You will less officers on the road and more of them on the phone. Anymore of these MMS being sent out and you probably can have a chat line.
"Hi, I'm ASP Wong, have you ALSO seen Mas?"
Besides being a nuisance to the general public, do you think that incredible spot-check along roads is of use? Any terrorist that has ability to Michael Scofield certainly will not be retarded enough to be caught in your regular roadblock. What you will find is probably a driver and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Racism aside, the next thing you will come to realise that putting a picture of him is no good idea. This being that his skin colour and facial features happen to correspond with one of the minority races amongst our multi-racial nation.
Someone's dad will not be coming home for Nasi Lemak tonight. I told him that goatee was a no-no.
Imagine imagine. You have a sick mouse amongst many others in your cage.
Do you sweep your hand, grab a few to examine? Or would you rather look and tell which one's not moving normally?
the one about parents
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Back from a personal record of 2 movies in a day, outside. 12 bucks.
Went to collect my gold coin which I managed to cheat from some stupid NETS game called "Roll in the Gold". Well, the coin's worth like 550 bucks, so its worth my time. Clearly, I was wrong.
10A Institution Hill, does ring a bell? No. No one even has an idea where the hell this place is. I got off Clarke Quay MRT and asked the Passenger Service staff, no one knew shit about this place and the lady even looked at me and give me a "Sorry, I can't help you" like I'm asking her for directions to Santa's House.
Next, the taxi driver. I got into the cab and read the place out to the uncle. He turned around and looked at me, as If I was naming a newly constructed road. " .... what tuition road? " he repeated in Hokkien. Seeing this was a gone case I called CA. After swerving the car for about 15 minutes, finally managed to find the place.
And If you thought this was some royal, stamford-raffles shit, boy you are wrong. Firstly the place looks like some old china shop house with new paint. Its mix of colours and architecture manage to completely obliterate traces of its origins. Walking in, I see computers all around, first impression: lanshop.
Then I see thick specs behind the computers. Second Impression: Nerd-house. Finally the lady handed me my prize. Opening it, I was just appalled. The coin.... is like twenty cent size, and only weighs 8g....
After the movies, went home, when a interesting topic was raised, at least for me. Not that I'm being subject specific, but is just that you manage to invoke thoughts which have laid in slumber within me.
Problems with parents, raise your hands. I'm sure almost everyone here has, well or have had (Problem with kids? you shouldn't be reading this)
Anyway, it just makes me ponder how many individuals surrounding me are unable to effectively cohabit with their creators. It just deeply saddens me when people like *couGH*KUNGE *ACK* , resort to blackmailing their mothers for money to mop the floor. Then there are those who clearly feel that the nurses swapped their birth tags with a more unlucky newborn because theres just no way they belong where they are.
I mean, some people say their guardians suffocate them of freedom, are restrictive and want to have a say in almost everything they do. Few even bother to consider the reason for this before distributing blame. (AH BLAME)
Yea, call me born with a silver spoon with no strings attached, my parents are understanding yours are not blahblah *insert excuses and more blame here* I mean come on, seriously? -.-
Obviously, parental controls are not superfluous, they do have their set of intentions in mind, the trouble comes when you dont see it. The bigger malice manifests when you perceive their goodwill in an ill manner. It is said, one of the best gifts another can get is the gift of sight. Although in reality that means something stupid like spectacles or a retina transplant, you get what i mean. When you see things through eyes not of your own, then will you understand.
Then come those who deny all responsibility and declare it is the fault of the misunderstanding parent. Yea, for your age you may not be getting enough independence, but please consider. Trust, very much like respect, its not of a divine birth right, you earn it. If you intend to lie to them, and expect them to trust you, then I'm sure by reading this sentence you see flaw in your logic. As the saying goes, "be the change you want to see in the world", do not expect others to take the first step. If you want to be trusted and treated like a mature individual, then act and behave like one first.
If you think you do not belong to the above scenarios, after very very very careful consideration, then I think you must have parents who are truly not meticulous to your needs. Be sure to consider if you really fall into this category as it is often human nature to self-exonerate.
There's a happy and sad truth for individuals whom fall into this category. The euphoria is that you are perfect and you have done nothing wrong. The sad fact is that the previous statement was a lie.
Lets face it, its life. If you're born here, then you can do one of two things, whine or try.
Remember the story of the two mice whom fell into the bowl of batter? Both mice struggled to keep afloat, for they would drown if they did not. The first mice quickly saw the future of his futile attempts and quickly gave up. Naturally, he drowned. The second mice kept kicking in the batter so hard for so long that he eventually churned it into butter, then proceeding to climb out of the bowl.
So heres the question, which mouse are you?
Then, of course there are those who claim to be the second mouse, but complain that their batter is expired, because it dosent turn into butter no matter how hard they churn.
A dictionary will tell you, stupidity is an object or act of being stupid. Einstein will tell you "The definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results".
Do not be ridiculous. If you fail to get what you want, trying again only defines your stupidity. I'll quote you a legendary example which I'm still surprised they have not engraved to immortalise: curfews. If your dad says 12am, coming come Cinderella is not going to make your curfew or your dad go away. For a change, try coming home on time and staying off the hook for a while. After he feels you are matured enough to self-restrict maybe he'll give you leeway.
In this world, there are many problems. However, there are also many solutions. There exists no lock that only one key can open.
Theres more. Some people do not seem to be able to get what they want even after the above. Then, it can mean one of two things. Either:
a) You trying to turn me christian
b) You need communication modules.
A. Somehow I feel that statement is self-explanatory, however, others dont think so. So allow me to elaborate. Do not ask for mountains of gold, or the stars above. Your dad is not Superman. Unreasonable demands of course will be met by unreasonable retorts. Do not compare your friend's freedom with yours, because if you do, also compare your height, weight, 8-birth characters, karma, tao, blahblah. Please understand. You may be born into a family with different culture tolerance. Some old school parents still are stick in the mud about their beliefs, and sometimes there is little you can do. But question is, like the mice, would you prefer 0 or 0.1?
B. You obviously talk a duck and no one understands you. This might seem materialistic, but your ability to get what you want, most of the time is directly proportionate to your art of argumentation. If you cant put your point across dont expect others to understand. Or else try teaching your dog to spell. The correct word here is "ask", although its definition is to debate. Argue, not with your mouth, but your brain. Do not blabber nonsense. If you really can reason out their flaws, there is really little they can say to support their decision.
Lastly, if you think you've managed to accomplish everything, but you still are stuck in a unfavourable position, then too bad, but realise most of the time, you are in a haste and probably do not even comprehend half of what I've typed. The word here is "COMPREHEND". If all else fails, then it suckstobeyou.
**** Parents ****
Somehow, by luck or chance, or something they call "fate", if you have offspring you are reading these very words then this portion might open your eyes further.
I've always been a problem when it comes to respect, especially to seniors. It is too for a very simple reason, and that is a truth that I've believed all my life.
Respect is not a birth right, its something you EARN.
Look, if you are going to talk to your son or daughter and expect them to comply with everything just because they are your children, I'd suggest you rear pigs instead. It is part of human nature to defy and what you have here is not a slave but a child. Also, whats you have omitted in the fine print when deciding to have a child is that besides food, water and sunlight,a child needs understanding, love and self-actualization.
You need to talk sense with your child, not authority. Using the line "Because I am your DAD" or "Because I said so" may seem to win you an argument. Do realise in reality the victory was but fantasy and you have but proved your incompetence to reason and ultimately that makes you, of course, a unreasonable parent. He/She may comply, but beware of the hidden dagger and the fake smile. You are forging a deadly vendetta.
Spare the rod, spoil the child. However, hit him too hard, and its not only your cane thats going to snap. Bouncing a ball harder is not going to keep it still. Where brawn has failed, kindly try to use the brain. Talking sometimes works.
Sometimes, you may think you know whats best for your child. It dosen't neccessarily mean you are correct. A high paying job? Is that what you your child wants? Or what you want? If your child, even after your zenith attempt to persuade, has your advice fallen on deaf ears, do not be quick blame on him/her or even your spouse. If you are looking for the culprit all you need to do is to find a mirror.
"天底下没有教不好的孩子, 只有不会教的父母"
It is true with age comes experience. You may be older, wiser, and have eaten more salt then us, rice. However, learning is a lifelong experience, as much as I believe a teacher can teach me, I can teach a teacher. Your wrinkles and white hair do NOT grant you righteousness.
Went to collect my gold coin which I managed to cheat from some stupid NETS game called "Roll in the Gold". Well, the coin's worth like 550 bucks, so its worth my time. Clearly, I was wrong.
10A Institution Hill, does ring a bell? No. No one even has an idea where the hell this place is. I got off Clarke Quay MRT and asked the Passenger Service staff, no one knew shit about this place and the lady even looked at me and give me a "Sorry, I can't help you" like I'm asking her for directions to Santa's House.
Next, the taxi driver. I got into the cab and read the place out to the uncle. He turned around and looked at me, as If I was naming a newly constructed road. " .... what tuition road? " he repeated in Hokkien. Seeing this was a gone case I called CA. After swerving the car for about 15 minutes, finally managed to find the place.
And If you thought this was some royal, stamford-raffles shit, boy you are wrong. Firstly the place looks like some old china shop house with new paint. Its mix of colours and architecture manage to completely obliterate traces of its origins. Walking in, I see computers all around, first impression: lanshop.
Then I see thick specs behind the computers. Second Impression: Nerd-house. Finally the lady handed me my prize. Opening it, I was just appalled. The coin.... is like twenty cent size, and only weighs 8g....
After the movies, went home, when a interesting topic was raised, at least for me. Not that I'm being subject specific, but is just that you manage to invoke thoughts which have laid in slumber within me.
Problems with parents, raise your hands. I'm sure almost everyone here has, well or have had (Problem with kids? you shouldn't be reading this)
Anyway, it just makes me ponder how many individuals surrounding me are unable to effectively cohabit with their creators. It just deeply saddens me when people like *couGH*KUNGE *ACK* , resort to blackmailing their mothers for money to mop the floor. Then there are those who clearly feel that the nurses swapped their birth tags with a more unlucky newborn because theres just no way they belong where they are.
I mean, some people say their guardians suffocate them of freedom, are restrictive and want to have a say in almost everything they do. Few even bother to consider the reason for this before distributing blame. (AH BLAME)
Yea, call me born with a silver spoon with no strings attached, my parents are understanding yours are not blahblah *insert excuses and more blame here* I mean come on, seriously? -.-
Obviously, parental controls are not superfluous, they do have their set of intentions in mind, the trouble comes when you dont see it. The bigger malice manifests when you perceive their goodwill in an ill manner. It is said, one of the best gifts another can get is the gift of sight. Although in reality that means something stupid like spectacles or a retina transplant, you get what i mean. When you see things through eyes not of your own, then will you understand.
Then come those who deny all responsibility and declare it is the fault of the misunderstanding parent. Yea, for your age you may not be getting enough independence, but please consider. Trust, very much like respect, its not of a divine birth right, you earn it. If you intend to lie to them, and expect them to trust you, then I'm sure by reading this sentence you see flaw in your logic. As the saying goes, "be the change you want to see in the world", do not expect others to take the first step. If you want to be trusted and treated like a mature individual, then act and behave like one first.
If you think you do not belong to the above scenarios, after very very very careful consideration, then I think you must have parents who are truly not meticulous to your needs. Be sure to consider if you really fall into this category as it is often human nature to self-exonerate.
There's a happy and sad truth for individuals whom fall into this category. The euphoria is that you are perfect and you have done nothing wrong. The sad fact is that the previous statement was a lie.
Lets face it, its life. If you're born here, then you can do one of two things, whine or try.
Remember the story of the two mice whom fell into the bowl of batter? Both mice struggled to keep afloat, for they would drown if they did not. The first mice quickly saw the future of his futile attempts and quickly gave up. Naturally, he drowned. The second mice kept kicking in the batter so hard for so long that he eventually churned it into butter, then proceeding to climb out of the bowl.
So heres the question, which mouse are you?
Then, of course there are those who claim to be the second mouse, but complain that their batter is expired, because it dosent turn into butter no matter how hard they churn.
A dictionary will tell you, stupidity is an object or act of being stupid. Einstein will tell you "The definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results".
Do not be ridiculous. If you fail to get what you want, trying again only defines your stupidity. I'll quote you a legendary example which I'm still surprised they have not engraved to immortalise: curfews. If your dad says 12am, coming come Cinderella is not going to make your curfew or your dad go away. For a change, try coming home on time and staying off the hook for a while. After he feels you are matured enough to self-restrict maybe he'll give you leeway.
In this world, there are many problems. However, there are also many solutions. There exists no lock that only one key can open.
Theres more. Some people do not seem to be able to get what they want even after the above. Then, it can mean one of two things. Either:
a) You trying to turn me christian
b) You need communication modules.
A. Somehow I feel that statement is self-explanatory, however, others dont think so. So allow me to elaborate. Do not ask for mountains of gold, or the stars above. Your dad is not Superman. Unreasonable demands of course will be met by unreasonable retorts. Do not compare your friend's freedom with yours, because if you do, also compare your height, weight, 8-birth characters, karma, tao, blahblah. Please understand. You may be born into a family with different culture tolerance. Some old school parents still are stick in the mud about their beliefs, and sometimes there is little you can do. But question is, like the mice, would you prefer 0 or 0.1?
B. You obviously talk a duck and no one understands you. This might seem materialistic, but your ability to get what you want, most of the time is directly proportionate to your art of argumentation. If you cant put your point across dont expect others to understand. Or else try teaching your dog to spell. The correct word here is "ask", although its definition is to debate. Argue, not with your mouth, but your brain. Do not blabber nonsense. If you really can reason out their flaws, there is really little they can say to support their decision.
Lastly, if you think you've managed to accomplish everything, but you still are stuck in a unfavourable position, then too bad, but realise most of the time, you are in a haste and probably do not even comprehend half of what I've typed. The word here is "COMPREHEND". If all else fails, then it suckstobeyou.
**** Parents ****
Somehow, by luck or chance, or something they call "fate", if you have offspring you are reading these very words then this portion might open your eyes further.
I've always been a problem when it comes to respect, especially to seniors. It is too for a very simple reason, and that is a truth that I've believed all my life.
Respect is not a birth right, its something you EARN.
Look, if you are going to talk to your son or daughter and expect them to comply with everything just because they are your children, I'd suggest you rear pigs instead. It is part of human nature to defy and what you have here is not a slave but a child. Also, whats you have omitted in the fine print when deciding to have a child is that besides food, water and sunlight,a child needs understanding, love and self-actualization.
You need to talk sense with your child, not authority. Using the line "Because I am your DAD" or "Because I said so" may seem to win you an argument. Do realise in reality the victory was but fantasy and you have but proved your incompetence to reason and ultimately that makes you, of course, a unreasonable parent. He/She may comply, but beware of the hidden dagger and the fake smile. You are forging a deadly vendetta.
Spare the rod, spoil the child. However, hit him too hard, and its not only your cane thats going to snap. Bouncing a ball harder is not going to keep it still. Where brawn has failed, kindly try to use the brain. Talking sometimes works.
Sometimes, you may think you know whats best for your child. It dosen't neccessarily mean you are correct. A high paying job? Is that what you your child wants? Or what you want? If your child, even after your zenith attempt to persuade, has your advice fallen on deaf ears, do not be quick blame on him/her or even your spouse. If you are looking for the culprit all you need to do is to find a mirror.
"天底下没有教不好的孩子, 只有不会教的父母"
It is true with age comes experience. You may be older, wiser, and have eaten more salt then us, rice. However, learning is a lifelong experience, as much as I believe a teacher can teach me, I can teach a teacher. Your wrinkles and white hair do NOT grant you righteousness.
CNY
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I manage to outshine my previous record, 15 days of hibernation. This one doubles the cake-size.
CNY Eve proves to be another monument for the rapid degeneration of peer ties admist our hectic lives. I cannot believe it only takes one year to take four apart. Last year, almost full attendence. This year?
The CNY weekend is over, I manage to only lose 15 dollars. This is a remarkable improvement considering I was crowned "God of Gamblers" last year.
Infact, I'd actually won money. But, ozy's dad......................................... bwg, gambling with him almost becomes like a scam, you dont think of winning money, you just pray you have your pants on after he's done.
Yet another CNY, this year it gets more boring, much less to talk about with relatives. Visitation goes even further as the nature of my roots do not encourage "investments" with spontanous results that derive profit from the loss of another closely related individual.
Fortunatley, this year my cousin got married, and brought wangwang along. x)
CNY Eve proves to be another monument for the rapid degeneration of peer ties admist our hectic lives. I cannot believe it only takes one year to take four apart. Last year, almost full attendence. This year?
The CNY weekend is over, I manage to only lose 15 dollars. This is a remarkable improvement considering I was crowned "God of Gamblers" last year.
Infact, I'd actually won money. But, ozy's dad......................................... bwg, gambling with him almost becomes like a scam, you dont think of winning money, you just pray you have your pants on after he's done.
Yet another CNY, this year it gets more boring, much less to talk about with relatives. Visitation goes even further as the nature of my roots do not encourage "investments" with spontanous results that derive profit from the loss of another closely related individual.
Fortunatley, this year my cousin got married, and brought wangwang along. x)
Contuary to popular belief, this is NOT a bunny
I tell you, she's so fat she dosent run.
And yes, first thing that came into my mind when it was moving was junyi, minus the intoxicating scent. It waddles as if its abdomen is submerged in fluids of a dense medium, like mecury or sth. If there was a imaginary CG ball you could almost calculate the period of a simple penduluem from its motion
she weighs.. 8kg.
For his breed, thats... very very very fat. Its like carrying a sack of SongHe rice in your hands. Skye is so much more... manageable.
Tonned at ozy's house ytd.
People, ozy's house is not a safe place. As you enter the house, it becomes obvious if you look right theres an altar for prayer, with it, a section of the house. However, what is not obvious is there is a GLASS WINDOW there, it extends ALL THE WAY to the top and bottom of the house.
Who is the right mind will build such a thing? Its like having a door for a window in a twenty storey building.
Yes, I walked INTO it. shudap, its not funny.
QOTD
Me: Eh, Soka is a Japanese religion right?
Ozy: .... No la, its international la.
emo mood to post
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ok, there is a very emo background tune playing now, so it gives me the best of spirits to transcribe my thoughts before they amass into a requiem.
Had yet another stakeout at sentosa over the weekends, however this failed terribly.
I've lost my honour as a pyromaniac, taking until 4am to start a fire. Not to mention we burnt like 1/3 a chivas... thts like a 30 dollar fire for u.
On to more soulful things. The souless will find tranquality in the following passage, while the nether will postulate my sanity. Exoneration is beyond redemption, you are not. We mean it when we say we're by you.
As they say, the first of a thousand step completes half the journey.Great work, you've won half the battle, now take the flag.
My beliefs might defer from yours, but I find no courage so absolve myself from the guilt of shattering your torn pride, so I rest my case. Here, things are different, if you find strength to read, I have then not penned this in vain.
Things are mostly choices, there is no end of a road. If you look deep enough, its just another beginning. Who here dare preaches his conquest of a road? You simply end up where you begin.
Nothing is too late.
You too might have realised, you have not yet won our faith, I'm sorry I fail, try to understand. But remember, no darkness is eternal, it still fears the morning sun.
Had yet another stakeout at sentosa over the weekends, however this failed terribly.
I've lost my honour as a pyromaniac, taking until 4am to start a fire. Not to mention we burnt like 1/3 a chivas... thts like a 30 dollar fire for u.
On to more soulful things. The souless will find tranquality in the following passage, while the nether will postulate my sanity. Exoneration is beyond redemption, you are not. We mean it when we say we're by you.
As they say, the first of a thousand step completes half the journey.Great work, you've won half the battle, now take the flag.
My beliefs might defer from yours, but I find no courage so absolve myself from the guilt of shattering your torn pride, so I rest my case. Here, things are different, if you find strength to read, I have then not penned this in vain.
Things are mostly choices, there is no end of a road. If you look deep enough, its just another beginning. Who here dare preaches his conquest of a road? You simply end up where you begin.
Nothing is too late.
You too might have realised, you have not yet won our faith, I'm sorry I fail, try to understand. But remember, no darkness is eternal, it still fears the morning sun.
Drunk Alfred
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Here I am, near the bus-stop making my first post outdoors...
The reason is fairly simple. I do not wish for my brain to omit any details about yesterday's great night. It was a fairly ordinary one, with us just drinking. However, Alfred turned it exceptional by getting drunk especially since he used "I have never gotten drunk before" for I-have-never..
We wasted no chance, and did what best friends should do. Abuse and laugh at him.
I shit you not, knowing him for about 5 years, this was the only time you get to sit on him without getting slapped. However, it was Nat and Ann that took the cake by pouring red bull all over him. Beating Alfred up was both fun and thrilling.
Its like bull fighting. You firstly need to provoke him, like the red cloth to a bull. Its like stacking toothpicks up or building a house of mahjong, each taunt brings you closer to requiem. Finally, it comes, he snaps and lunges at you.
You have two choices now, you either dodge the attack, or you attempt to take him down. Note a drunk alfred is a dangerous alfred. Twice I nearly sustained fatal injuries from his critical strikes. Thankfully due to my imbal liquor holding. Nevertheless, we took enough photo evidence to host a gallery exhibition.
Below is a vv glam pic of Alfred, this almost reminds me of a scene from The Girl Next Door.
Hi alfred, having fun?
Actually fatty has nice parents. Even thou alfred stumbled like niggy a few times. Weak.
Prepare alfred, we will immortalize you.
PS: Its not true, Alcohol dosent make everyone look prettier. Was playing some funny game with the FHM cards when I realised the Ace of Diamonds... is... omg. Keller is. omgggg, chio OR!?!?!?
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
The reason is fairly simple. I do not wish for my brain to omit any details about yesterday's great night. It was a fairly ordinary one, with us just drinking. However, Alfred turned it exceptional by getting drunk especially since he used "I have never gotten drunk before" for I-have-never..
We wasted no chance, and did what best friends should do. Abuse and laugh at him.
I shit you not, knowing him for about 5 years, this was the only time you get to sit on him without getting slapped. However, it was Nat and Ann that took the cake by pouring red bull all over him. Beating Alfred up was both fun and thrilling.
Its like bull fighting. You firstly need to provoke him, like the red cloth to a bull. Its like stacking toothpicks up or building a house of mahjong, each taunt brings you closer to requiem. Finally, it comes, he snaps and lunges at you.
You have two choices now, you either dodge the attack, or you attempt to take him down. Note a drunk alfred is a dangerous alfred. Twice I nearly sustained fatal injuries from his critical strikes. Thankfully due to my imbal liquor holding. Nevertheless, we took enough photo evidence to host a gallery exhibition.
Below is a vv glam pic of Alfred, this almost reminds me of a scene from The Girl Next Door.
Hi alfred, having fun?
Actually fatty has nice parents. Even thou alfred stumbled like niggy a few times. Weak.
Prepare alfred, we will immortalize you.
PS: Its not true, Alcohol dosent make everyone look prettier. Was playing some funny game with the FHM cards when I realised the Ace of Diamonds... is... omg. Keller is. omgggg, chio OR!?!?!?
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
New year resolution
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Here it is, one year over.
Exactly a year back I would have been at Hotel 81, with the quietest countdown. Yes, it was silent, but yesyes it was more fun then this year.
Its amazing what one year does to you. Maybe as we age we unconsciously turn senile to time's passage. Its like a baseball that smacks you so hard your nose looks like Michael Jacksons, then richoets off your face... You don't know what hit you.
So much has happened in a year... most of which are melancholic. Tried so hard for many things, but haven't succeeded for most of them, one which leaves a effect so burning it makes your 30 year old XO look like distilled water.
I must admit most of my pre-conceived theories have adhered a self-fulfilling prophecy and transmorphed into full-fledged ones.
1. Pink ICs are the root of all evil
With the pink IC comes great responsibility. No kidding, you lose it its $100
Nonsense aside, more then you imagine in contained in that plastic card. Its like a pandora's box that opens by itself.. slowly. Its contents so dark that you can see Ashton's as if it was dead noon. What makes it snatch the gold from the king cobra is its ability to disguise itself as a cute snowie^-^, obliterating any suspicion of danger.
You might think you've gained freedom, but infact you've lost a whole lot more. Look deeper, you realise you're enslaved by heavier responsibilities and expectations. You no longer get away with a "sorry". Mistakes become like taxes and death... always there and it comes with a price tag. Ponder further, you lose your ability to express and create. You are shackled and bound by what others call "reality" or being "down-to-earth". You begin to conform and not change, you smile when you are sad and frown when you're happy. You cannot say what you mean, and most of the time, others expect you to mean what you say.
It was easy to turn things down, even people. But things have changed... It might seem you have divine rights to do so... do not be fooled. It's but an illusion of choice. In fact, many other things are. If you can, dont grow up... I will tell my kids that in future. Never go around telling others to grow up... Its the worst thing you can say.
2. Only Death and Taxes are eternal
When he/she tells you they will love you will 'till the end of time, slap them. Lies. Their noses will grow longer.
I hope you have lived long enough to know there is no such thing as a tooth fairy. Such things are just the tooth fairy's sister. Grow up. Oh yes, go ahead... disagree all you want but you are wrong.
In just 365 days, friends have turned foe, lovers turned not only strangers, but lamers.
They say blood is thicker then water, blood ties are eternal and Chinese nonsense like: "一夜夫妻，百年恩". But notice, it says hundred years. Everyone know china kids are born with a calculator in their mouth. Don't argue with me.
So before you make a pledge of your undying love or eternal bond, please stop crossing your fingers.... everyone knows you are lying.
3. Lose as much as you can when you gamble, you will earn more back.
This is the most prominent. Sometimes it makes me ponder if there's more then luck to gambling. I shit you not, take it from a person who has generously donated over 200 bucks to his friends.
As of almost 10 months back, I was championed "God of Gamblers" when I managed to donate 90 bucks in 4 hours at KUN-GE's house. Do not ask me how this nonsense happened. I CANNOT and WILL NOT tell you why.
My point is, losing in gambling is not always a loss. I know for sure, because right now I'll bet snowie^-^ on it that I will never be a gambling addict. I have lost enough to know I will never win. The principle is simple... Once bitten, twice shy. Thrice bitten you pluck its teeth out. You may pay ten dollars to learn a lesson today. The lesson will in future save you a hundred times more.
PS: For idiots who think I'm retarded and shouldnt gamble, please refer to point 1. If you are back here again and you do not understand me, press the "X" on the top right of the screen.
All is not lost for the year, no doubt it was spent with more n's then u's. I've made it a point to reimburse that with more u's then n's this year.
(: There, already one u down.
Exactly a year back I would have been at Hotel 81, with the quietest countdown. Yes, it was silent, but yesyes it was more fun then this year.
Its amazing what one year does to you. Maybe as we age we unconsciously turn senile to time's passage. Its like a baseball that smacks you so hard your nose looks like Michael Jacksons, then richoets off your face... You don't know what hit you.
So much has happened in a year... most of which are melancholic. Tried so hard for many things, but haven't succeeded for most of them, one which leaves a effect so burning it makes your 30 year old XO look like distilled water.
I must admit most of my pre-conceived theories have adhered a self-fulfilling prophecy and transmorphed into full-fledged ones.
1. Pink ICs are the root of all evil
With the pink IC comes great responsibility. No kidding, you lose it its $100
Nonsense aside, more then you imagine in contained in that plastic card. Its like a pandora's box that opens by itself.. slowly. Its contents so dark that you can see Ashton's as if it was dead noon. What makes it snatch the gold from the king cobra is its ability to disguise itself as a cute snowie^-^, obliterating any suspicion of danger.
You might think you've gained freedom, but infact you've lost a whole lot more. Look deeper, you realise you're enslaved by heavier responsibilities and expectations. You no longer get away with a "sorry". Mistakes become like taxes and death... always there and it comes with a price tag. Ponder further, you lose your ability to express and create. You are shackled and bound by what others call "reality" or being "down-to-earth". You begin to conform and not change, you smile when you are sad and frown when you're happy. You cannot say what you mean, and most of the time, others expect you to mean what you say.
It was easy to turn things down, even people. But things have changed... It might seem you have divine rights to do so... do not be fooled. It's but an illusion of choice. In fact, many other things are. If you can, dont grow up... I will tell my kids that in future. Never go around telling others to grow up... Its the worst thing you can say.
2. Only Death and Taxes are eternal
When he/she tells you they will love you will 'till the end of time, slap them. Lies. Their noses will grow longer.
I hope you have lived long enough to know there is no such thing as a tooth fairy. Such things are just the tooth fairy's sister. Grow up. Oh yes, go ahead... disagree all you want but you are wrong.
In just 365 days, friends have turned foe, lovers turned not only strangers, but lamers.
They say blood is thicker then water, blood ties are eternal and Chinese nonsense like: "一夜夫妻，百年恩". But notice, it says hundred years. Everyone know china kids are born with a calculator in their mouth. Don't argue with me.
So before you make a pledge of your undying love or eternal bond, please stop crossing your fingers.... everyone knows you are lying.
3. Lose as much as you can when you gamble, you will earn more back.
This is the most prominent. Sometimes it makes me ponder if there's more then luck to gambling. I shit you not, take it from a person who has generously donated over 200 bucks to his friends.
As of almost 10 months back, I was championed "God of Gamblers" when I managed to donate 90 bucks in 4 hours at KUN-GE's house. Do not ask me how this nonsense happened. I CANNOT and WILL NOT tell you why.
My point is, losing in gambling is not always a loss. I know for sure, because right now I'll bet snowie^-^ on it that I will never be a gambling addict. I have lost enough to know I will never win. The principle is simple... Once bitten, twice shy. Thrice bitten you pluck its teeth out. You may pay ten dollars to learn a lesson today. The lesson will in future save you a hundred times more.
PS: For idiots who think I'm retarded and shouldnt gamble, please refer to point 1. If you are back here again and you do not understand me, press the "X" on the top right of the screen.
All is not lost for the year, no doubt it was spent with more n's then u's. I've made it a point to reimburse that with more u's then n's this year.
(: There, already one u down.
lele! chirpchirp
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Havent blogged for a while now. Must admit its due to the lack of enthusiam. She's probably right, I get sick of things after a while. Sometimes I wonder if any one is even reading what I'm posting. You are not alone, I do realise I write hieroglyphs.
Holidays are approaching an end, another year seems to have passed, this time its in a blink of a blink of an eye. Much has changed, Friends turned foe, lovers turned lamers. Anyway, its a rather eventful week. Spent most days going out and chillin, but Friday took the cake. Of course it was bird bird birthday.
Thursday saw me at queensway where I met the most COCKY storekeeper in my life. Naturally being next to a complete retard when it comes to BIRDS, I asked the uncle if it was possible to buy a PARROT and then get him to help us teach the birds some lines, more specifically to chirp " LELE ".
His reply stunned me. Honestly first time I've met such a polite person. Don't tell me immaturity.. this uncle looked like he already bought his coffin and was ready to move in anytime.
Me: "Uncle, we buy the bird then you teach for us"
Uncle: "你要养孩子你教还是我帮你教？"
Me: "But we dont know how to teach?
Uncle: "学校没教你，只教电脑，就有你这种没有骄阳，没有家教"
I clearly do not have good parents. They did not raise me with knowledge on bird rearing. Ngee Ann has its fair share of responsibility here too. It should be made compulsory we learn how to teach PARROTS to speak. When you apply for a job, they throw ur CV aside. What they want is you teaching birds how to CHIRP.
People used to distinguish your family upbringing through things like table manners and your courtersy in certain manners. That is but history.. times have changed. If you do not know how to teach a BIRD to CHIRP, you are but a mongrel in human clothing.
If not for the fact we needed to find lele sibilings, I will have kp-ed that uncle back. Seriously. This kind of service level is a decree of what GEMS should follow. Scolding your customer always guarantees a sale.
Friday
Awoke to go with doggy to buy a BIRDIE.
Went to yx house to celebrate lele birthday. About like.. 25 people came? I had no idea le's social WINGS extended so far.
So they composed this nice song for lele, I think its called le se. With some last minute practicing. Soonheng did his part by getting le out of the house so they could practice. However, someone forgot to close the window. Suddenly they realised le was sitting on the staircase, and we were like "WTF, where you COME FROM?"
What was most amazing how they manage a 70 dollar budget for 20ppl steamboat, while we were spending like 170 on a bbq for 10..... This has to be the eight wonder of the world.
Saturday
Think we went jamming for the second time.. Nothing really memorable, just that I seem to get more of the hang of the E.Guitar...
Highlight for the day is ozy, who refuses to acknowledge the contents of my blog. Heres the situation:
Smart Ozy ponned work.
Smart Ozy needs an MC
Smart Ozy dosent have enough to visit Silver Cross, which is like over 30 bucks.
So what does smart Ozy do? He goes to this shabby clinic inside Beauty World. The clinic looks so 584c I'm sure you'll be way better before then If you went in...
Next, Smart Ozy takes a queue number. It shows 24. Then we realise the queue number was at "8".
I'm sure you know what this means, and the last patient took 15 minutes consultation, It was a old granny so its forgiveable. Next, we demand Smart Ozy asks the counter-staff if the numbers are in running order. She replies yes, and Smart Ozy decides we should wait...
No such nonsense here, not when you're with me. I called KUN-GE for help and he tells us there are 5 clinics near his house. We left the rotten place in search for hope.. No way I am waiting an hour plus to see some bald doctor. However, our of the 5 clinics... all 5 were closed when we reached.
We return, and the number on the signboard shows "32". This will mean a few things, either an alien kidnapped us for like... 3 hours, the doctor successfully diagnoses and treats each patient with varying needs under 1 minute each, or the numbers were not in running order....
Nevertheless Smart Ozy decides to demand for a "next-in-line" service. He gets in.. and requests I go in with him.
Next, Smart Ozy meets balding doctor. He sits down and begins his grandfather story..
"uh, I am on medication, for phelgme, sore throat.. I have fever. Medication for some time, this morning had to go work, but I awoke with a headache, then now feeling better..... can I have MC with no medicine?"
This doctor dosent drink detergent for breakfast, he knows Smart Ozy is up to something. He takes his blood pressure then listens for abnormalities using his stethoscope.. However, all appears well.
He tells Smart Ozy to stop whatever nonsense he is currently taking and to eat his new prescription. However, this is not well... Smart Ozy has to keep under his 30 budget.
What happens next almost made me break into hysteria.... Smart Ozy replies he has not enough money... and just wants the MC.
However, Balding Doctor will NOT lose the chance to make money, he tells Smart Ozy a series of professional opinions which can be summed up in four words...
" NO MEDICINE, NO MC "
HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA...
Eventually, Smart Ozy works a compromise, the doctor promises him the cheapest medicines with the lowest quantity. This is the first time I've seen such nonsense. LOL
People, this blog contains not just my thoughts but helpful tips... Do read the post on how I got my MC. Don't be like Smart Ozy who tries to be funny and gets owned by Balding Doctor.... in addition to wasting 2 complete hours of our time..
Am thinking of doing my end-of-year reflection, but the timing isnt right... And I've got one more day to spare...
And oh yea. I BOUGHT A PIANO BAHHHHHHHHH
Holidays are approaching an end, another year seems to have passed, this time its in a blink of a blink of an eye. Much has changed, Friends turned foe, lovers turned lamers. Anyway, its a rather eventful week. Spent most days going out and chillin, but Friday took the cake. Of course it was bird bird birthday.
Thursday saw me at queensway where I met the most COCKY storekeeper in my life. Naturally being next to a complete retard when it comes to BIRDS, I asked the uncle if it was possible to buy a PARROT and then get him to help us teach the birds some lines, more specifically to chirp " LELE ".
His reply stunned me. Honestly first time I've met such a polite person. Don't tell me immaturity.. this uncle looked like he already bought his coffin and was ready to move in anytime.
Me: "Uncle, we buy the bird then you teach for us"
Uncle: "你要养孩子你教还是我帮你教？"
Me: "But we dont know how to teach?
Uncle: "学校没教你，只教电脑，就有你这种没有骄阳，没有家教"
I clearly do not have good parents. They did not raise me with knowledge on bird rearing. Ngee Ann has its fair share of responsibility here too. It should be made compulsory we learn how to teach PARROTS to speak. When you apply for a job, they throw ur CV aside. What they want is you teaching birds how to CHIRP.
People used to distinguish your family upbringing through things like table manners and your courtersy in certain manners. That is but history.. times have changed. If you do not know how to teach a BIRD to CHIRP, you are but a mongrel in human clothing.
If not for the fact we needed to find lele sibilings, I will have kp-ed that uncle back. Seriously. This kind of service level is a decree of what GEMS should follow. Scolding your customer always guarantees a sale.
Friday
Awoke to go with doggy to buy a BIRDIE.
Went to yx house to celebrate lele birthday. About like.. 25 people came? I had no idea le's social WINGS extended so far.
So they composed this nice song for lele, I think its called le se. With some last minute practicing. Soonheng did his part by getting le out of the house so they could practice. However, someone forgot to close the window. Suddenly they realised le was sitting on the staircase, and we were like "WTF, where you COME FROM?"
What was most amazing how they manage a 70 dollar budget for 20ppl steamboat, while we were spending like 170 on a bbq for 10..... This has to be the eight wonder of the world.
Saturday
Think we went jamming for the second time.. Nothing really memorable, just that I seem to get more of the hang of the E.Guitar...
Highlight for the day is ozy, who refuses to acknowledge the contents of my blog. Heres the situation:
Smart Ozy ponned work.
Smart Ozy needs an MC
Smart Ozy dosent have enough to visit Silver Cross, which is like over 30 bucks.
So what does smart Ozy do? He goes to this shabby clinic inside Beauty World. The clinic looks so 584c I'm sure you'll be way better before then If you went in...
Next, Smart Ozy takes a queue number. It shows 24. Then we realise the queue number was at "8".
I'm sure you know what this means, and the last patient took 15 minutes consultation, It was a old granny so its forgiveable. Next, we demand Smart Ozy asks the counter-staff if the numbers are in running order. She replies yes, and Smart Ozy decides we should wait...
No such nonsense here, not when you're with me. I called KUN-GE for help and he tells us there are 5 clinics near his house. We left the rotten place in search for hope.. No way I am waiting an hour plus to see some bald doctor. However, our of the 5 clinics... all 5 were closed when we reached.
We return, and the number on the signboard shows "32". This will mean a few things, either an alien kidnapped us for like... 3 hours, the doctor successfully diagnoses and treats each patient with varying needs under 1 minute each, or the numbers were not in running order....
Nevertheless Smart Ozy decides to demand for a "next-in-line" service. He gets in.. and requests I go in with him.
Next, Smart Ozy meets balding doctor. He sits down and begins his grandfather story..
"uh, I am on medication, for phelgme, sore throat.. I have fever. Medication for some time, this morning had to go work, but I awoke with a headache, then now feeling better..... can I have MC with no medicine?"
This doctor dosent drink detergent for breakfast, he knows Smart Ozy is up to something. He takes his blood pressure then listens for abnormalities using his stethoscope.. However, all appears well.
He tells Smart Ozy to stop whatever nonsense he is currently taking and to eat his new prescription. However, this is not well... Smart Ozy has to keep under his 30 budget.
What happens next almost made me break into hysteria.... Smart Ozy replies he has not enough money... and just wants the MC.
However, Balding Doctor will NOT lose the chance to make money, he tells Smart Ozy a series of professional opinions which can be summed up in four words...
" NO MEDICINE, NO MC "
HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA...
Eventually, Smart Ozy works a compromise, the doctor promises him the cheapest medicines with the lowest quantity. This is the first time I've seen such nonsense. LOL
People, this blog contains not just my thoughts but helpful tips... Do read the post on how I got my MC. Don't be like Smart Ozy who tries to be funny and gets owned by Balding Doctor.... in addition to wasting 2 complete hours of our time..
Am thinking of doing my end-of-year reflection, but the timing isnt right... And I've got one more day to spare...
And oh yea. I BOUGHT A PIANO BAHHHHHHHHH
must post...
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Must post... while I'm still conscious......
Empty stomach... and alcohol do not mix.....
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Face flushed, head throbbing... Im gona GG soon... owowow...
zzzz forgot to eat... stomach... burning...
Gin and Tonic... imbal knockout..
