Places to hang out

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


hmm? Whats this? Lets zoom in..


12.1MP imbaness

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

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

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

Maybe next time we mahjong on the roof guys?

Ulcer Alcohol

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I have this very ralphy ulcer in my mouth.

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

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

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

Ulcers contain acidic properties. Hence....

Based on Chemistry theories:

Acid + Metal = Salt & Water

Now if you use Ozy theories:

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

Acid + Salt = Water + Metal

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

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

Acid + Alcohol = Salt + Water

Vodka + Ulcer = Shiok.



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

Rubicks Cube

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

I finally completed a masterpiece..


As mampat as ah hu's cheeks


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

crab scammer

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

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

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

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

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


Busy even at night..

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

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

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

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

"Heng ah.." I thought..

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


nice, crab scammers..


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

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

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

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

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

Uncle turns around with a suprised look.

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

*whips out a wireless machine*

he: "We accept NETS!"

rome kena owns

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


对面的女孩看过来。。。看过来。。。看过来。。


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


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm getting abbs niggy, thanks!

-credits to:

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

Yatch Trip

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

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

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


Captain Nat once again... if you recall

An inside view of the yatch...







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



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


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

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


Chao Ahgua...

It wasn't long before dinner time...


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

Many thanks to Brian's dad for tanking.


I want to see how much the bill totals.

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

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

The durian paste is.... T_T imba.

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


"Only smelling her hair!?"


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


MA!

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


The team mascot.

Poor chris is coerced to take a photo.


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

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


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


Strictly brotherly love.

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





Brian tries to crack a safe code in his underwear

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

More brotherly love going around...




Barstardss...

Next came the excuse to get drunk.



While most people drank, only some got drunk..




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

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

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


Artistik?!


Cheeks caught stealing cake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks for the memories. you are missed.

Bukit Merah DSLR

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Just got my DSLR today. I'll admit its a want, but in life not everything must be a need. That's what makes us different from animals.

So I shall indulge first,


Good old NCC days


The ghost of the piano


Blur macro pawns


Saturday night was spent visiting an event at Bukit Merah. The event was rather simple, with simplistic performances that featured cheap humor. At first I thought it would be a total was of time, until I saw the smiles of the old folk, which made the majority of the audience.

It was a mixed scent of jealousy and pity. They could be so easily humored, but yet so content. The kind of smell that makes you stop and think why each day you struggle so hard to climb the ladder.

It was raining, and If you know me, when I have nothing to do, I'll look around. This is one of the main reasons why alfred always fails at trying to rape me.

Nevertheless, the rain was pouring, but there was little wind. Suddenly, a wooden display came falling, just as I turned, just that it wasnt towards me..

I jumped forward to block it ( why do I feel like Im writing a sec sch compo?! ) Infront of the board was some chinese man. He wore the "I-look-retrenched" outfit, with a loosley untucked shirt. Obvilious to what was going on he continued to watch the cheap humor on stage.. I guess no one saw. I feel so good, saving a man from concussion. Maybe its repayment for one bleeding head I made two years ago.

Oh well, guess its been quite a weekend.

Ozy dont even come near me, this camera costs alot more. I'm not waiting 2 years for you to pay me.

Manhatten

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After many weeks, finally we managed to get together a dinner with the e4 dudes.

Jiaren came of course, only to be beaten up. I must say lift rides are alot more thrilling with him around.

Went to manhatten@central

Ok firstly, central has a super weird architecture, its one of the only malls in singapore you can actually get lost in. Without a packet of jellybeans to mark your trail you might probably find yourself walking in circles. In the absence of what could have been "space", central replaces it with funny walls that popup at awkward turns, like its some kind of labyrinth.

Marketing 101 people, making customers stay is only a metaphor, dont make it literal.

Went to eat manhatten only cos alfred wanted the staff discount of 15% from pw.

You have to agree pw looks very very auntie now, especially in that supervisor uniform. As usual she daoed us and refused to take our orders. BWG.

So I signed "PEI WEN =)" for her excellent service.


cute or... -_-

Okay la, actually she was quite nice, *accidently, AHEM, omitting* some orders. Free bowl of ikan bilis too, which Jiaren enjoyed.

And she came back with the bill and, demanding I sign again.. I mean wtf!? -_-

He only comes back once a year so we didnt giveup the chance to make him do stupid things. As pw was waiting for me to resign the bill, we gave Jiaren 10cents and asked him to tip her.

He went like..

"ungggghh, as alfred asked, this is a tip from the six of us... er..."

As usual she just daoed, took the bill and left. BWG. so dao?

Hellboy sucked, especially with front row seats.

GV happens to be one of the cinemas which are run by business people whom have no understanding of the ° sign, or how the human anatomy works.


A typical seat at a GV plex

Watching front row requires you to have either:

a) A height of Yaoming
b) To have been raised with Kayan neck rings since young
c) No brains like us

I cannot believe we succumbed to the belief GV management thoroughly understood the Geneva convention or human rights.

SCAM, 1001%.

Radio TEST WOOTS

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I realise that each time there's a test coming up I am one of the few people that dont need to set alarm clocks.

No matter what time I set the clock, I'll automatically wake up 10 minutes before the alarm rings. Bio-clocks here are more accurate than quartz.

Digressing, today happens to be a radio test for me. It was a great night before was we were mahjonging and I still havent rehearsed..

Next morning, woke up... stomachache.. again. Always happens before a big test. I can't believe its actually a medical condition. Stress -> Stomach Acids. Whoever knew? =/

So I went on to do my radio test.... heres where the Ecstasy starts.

5 seconds before my time to air, suddenly someone tells me: "NO, ITS NOT 1 MINUTE MORE, ITS NOW!"

I was like WTF? Stupid analog clocks. The minute hand is neither here nor there. htf am I supposed to know which minute it is?

So I just hit the "ON" button and started narrating script. Its always good to have a neatly printed script with you. ^^

Then came the phonecall. A classmate is supposed to call in and request a song... So she calls, and requests for a nice song, Love Me - Collin Raye. Okay, so when I asked who it was going out to... She started stammering... OMFGGG

This is the worse thing that can happen to you, your caller starts stammering. Whats worse it was like those half word stammers like

"Er.. its goin-omg, ahh-ing out to... myy.. my.. err.. err.."

This is where I knew I was going to be screwed... good recording = fun time editing. Ecstasy No.2

Its super anal to edit this kind of calls as you cant edit out the whole word or it'll sound funny, but finding the exact wave to cut will take you alot of time.. and editing is done while other songs are playing, so I basically only had a few minutes...

I draw the surfer to hastily trim the ends of the recording.. then I move on to the stammering part.. WTF, its super hard to edit, as I realised it was half stammers. Before I knew it, I saw 40 seconds left on the last song... I was like okay GG. Die liao, havent finished. So I quickly just anyhow edit the rest of the recording.

The timer struck 10.. 9... 8.. and I havent inserted the recording in the playlist.. OMG, QQ! The list wont move! there was no scrollbar. WTF, no scrollbar!?

Guess it was back to stupid instincts. Select a song then press the down key many many times before you reach the end of the list..

5..4..3... I quickly dragged it in and pressed "LINK". HAHA! ON TIME.

This was ecstasy number 3. The best ever. It beats sniffing crack and glue at the same time. You get so high you swear you'll hit the ceiling. Your heart thumps so fast as adrenaline gushes in your veins...you feel so alive.

I guess this is what makes radio fun, they have free marijuana, and you dont even need a license for it. x)

TANGSS

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HAHAHAHAHA

the value of things

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Many times in life, things aren't really assigned their true values...


Take for example a poly cert and an A'lvls cert. Three A's can get you into law school, but a 4.0 GPA wont even make the interview. Think this is normal?

An A is about 23% (as of 2007), (BBC). So we can safetly say because of one of the two universal laws, inflation, the percentile of distinctions will reach about 25%. (up 0.9% from 2007. Or 1 in 4, for easier tabulation)

Although it dosent really make sense to grade a calibre of a student via statistics. To make three As, it would be the probability of 3As in a row( 1/4 . 1/4 . 1/4 : I discount variable change, I'm in Masscomm, so I'm entitled to have poor maths ), thats about 0.0156% (offset variable change with law of nerds whos A's come stringed).

**EDIT: Guess I was wrong, 1 in 10 get 3A's... A-stringed nerds > variable change**

1% of the cohort of A level students? Hmm, taking into account of the 17 JCs, so roughly its about.. 250-300 students per year?

Now ask yourself, how many 4.0 diplomas have you seen?

Then there are times the objects have a buffer for their values...

Like at times when you just slapped your friend, the value of friendship plummets to the level of an ice-cube to an eskimo.

So what really presents a true value? If oil could cost under 100/barrel five years back... time?

If you were to assign a numerical value to your life, what would it be?

Me..Hacker..?!

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It started like a regular morning for me, awake in unearthly hours while the rest of the city lay in deep slumber.

The credits had finished and I was dragging myself out of bed to check my PC's MSN before joining the legion of Zs.

Be it fate or chance, I accidentally opened the "Samsung Mission Possible G810" spam that you would see at the bottom of your MSN window.

It looked rather cool, and managed to grasp what was left of my little attention span. After poking around abit, I found that it was like any typical online flash game which had prizes.

Then it struck me. If you recall my blogpost sometime back about a little small golden coin....

I wasted no time at all and fired up my usual toolz. It took me like 40 minutes to cheat the score system. Well, its a considerable improvement compared to the 8 hours I took last time.

Anyway, there was no scoreboard in the game, and phases 2 and 3 of the game havent even been developed. The closing date was quite distant, so I lost interest again. Virgin rays of the sun carressed my skin as I realised it was dawn.

Similarly, it dawned upon me what can be applied here, can be applied to any other online game nonsense....

It took me less then five minutes to find my next target, Tangs Beauty Bag Hunt. For the interested, heres the link: http://www.spoon.com.sg/clients/tangs/main.html

For the disinterested, the game is about scrolling across a map and finding 62 bags hidden in a picture of a mall. So I checked the scoreboards and saw something... 4.8 seconds, for finding 62 bags, looks like I wasnt here first.

Nevertheless, the prizes looked decent, so I got to work, this time breaking the sound barrier... 5 minutes.

Submitting a score of 1.2 seconds, I reassured myself it was a winning bid and scurried off into the darkness of my bed, like a dreadlord, before the sun would cook me.


I awoke at 1pm... Breakfast was clearly not one of my daily meals these days. I fired up the computer and checked the score... Hmm, my score got removed?

Realising I may have been a little to absurd, 1.2 seconds. I submitted another score, this time 3.7 seconds.. Checking to see it didnt get removed, I resumed my daily activities.

It was late afternoon my phone started "de de de de de de!!!! ohhhhhhh *PAK*" (inside joke)

Picked it up... seemed to be from some angmoh..

"Hello, is this hl?"
"yes?"
"This is david calling, its about the online game you've been playing.."


LOL. They actually called me! HAHAHAHAHAHA

David began the talk by telling me the game had a certain timing bug, and my score was not fairly recorded, hence it had to be removed... however, he did offer me something, which I will quote from his email:

"Thank you for playing the Tang's Beauty Bag search game.
As you may be aware, there was a time error in the game you played.
In the spirit of fair play to all others who have played the game without
error and according to its full gameplay time and rules, your time score
recorded during this error will be removed.
We apologize for any inconvenience you may receive. We value the time you
spent taking part in our game, and offer you a $100 Tangs voucher
as a token of our appreciation. We invite you to play again to achieve a
valid score to win the prizes up for grabs. "


I was like WTF? LOL, 100 Tangs voucher? I was like doing only for the fun of it...

However, the story gets better.

David starts getting his developers to call me, and they ask me all sorts of questions, and I seemed to be speaking alien because none of them seemed to understand how I was cheating the game.

After like 4 calls, someone sensible managed to scribble a quick patch and updated the game.

My phone rang again, this time they told me the bug was fixed, and wanted me to go test it...

OZY was actually feeding in dota so I was quite ready to alt-tab to test it out for them, but before I could finish, they upped the offer to $300... LOL!

Ran a few tests on it, seems like the basic flaw was fixed..

It took me about 2 hours to get a workaround, the workaround succeed, but the score would not register. I suddenly had a little faith in local programmers....

4 Hours into the patch, I have my 3rd workaround.. however, score still would not be submitted. I did not feel a sense of defeat, but rather it was queer. The game isnt behaving normally, and I suspected the scoring sheet had a problem..either that or they have fully patched it, with minimal disclosure from me.

I rang up the developer again.. really nice people, didnt use private numbers.. this is one thing you must note, dont use private numbers to call people, it irritates others and makes people not want to help you.

She tells me in 10 years of her experience she has never seen anything like this. Come on lah, this is like.... history book material can? -_-

Nevertheless, when I declared my failure, she was elated and went "OH REALLY?! THANK YOU SO MUCH" like I've donated my kidneys to her.

I might have ruined their weekend, by submitting a 1.2 second score... I think they were called to do OT, and my call finally let them go home. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. I feel evil.

When I asked her about the new patch, how it was able to tell fake scores.. she simply replied they were using a filter, to trash scores under 30 seconds.

I was like WTF, how can you do that? What if people really get under 30 seconds? She just simply said it was impossible...

Well, idk. Personally, I think she hasnt met a korean yet. They can use a grunt to wipe your tier 3 army.

Nevertheless, 300 tangs voucher is like LOL.

David just send another email,

"I am impressed with your hacking abilities. I might have some work for you in the future."

With all due honesty, I find this nonsense. Any kid with a brain and 15 minutes can run himself through a tutorial to learn to crack online games. Oh well, tangs anyone?

*Poof*

quanie leehan HAHA

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So we went to watch zohan and it was pretty funny, havent laughed at a movie for quite some time, quality humor is becoming like innocence now... a rising scarcity.

After the movie, we left cine and quan wanted to eat, BRIAN however, was in the vincinity, hence we decided to go meet him.

The following series of events should not be spoken, ever.... I have lost much faith in a friend because of this. We hope you reflect brian, seriously..

Quan calls brian,

Q: "ngeah? where are you?"
B: "taka,with a friend, coming coming"
Q: "taka very big, which par.. *toot* *toot*"

So we decided to try to find Brian and his mysterious friend... when finally, along the sidewalk, we saw it.. all hell broke loose.

It was like a dawning premonition of doom, the kind of music you hear in requiem for a dream, slowly ascending in adrendaline as the pressure of reality climbed quickly. The face looked so familiar, as if like a distant memory.. I struggled to recall, for sure I was this was a face hidden somewhere in the corners of my head.

Then it hit me, it had to be....

*insert bullet-time CGI here*

I turned to quanie to ascertain a certain fact.. and his face was like... priceless, mouth shaped into an "O". If it was kept open any longer I was sure a cockroach would fly in and choke him to death.

Then I see brian, smiling like a china-man, giving his usual mampat boleh ma-in look... and I was sure..

*end bullet time*

It was a brief moment of awkward silence, then the fake smiles came in. Like those you see on TV when your ministers shake hands.

After a few seconds of talking, we dispersed and went seperate ways.. as if nothing had happened, but the damage was done.

It was obvious because quan became quiet. If you know him, all you need to get him to talk is to insert an "ava" into ur sentence. But it didnt work, you could see the bullet hole... He was bleeding silent jealously.

This is already not the first time Brian's so good at doing such things, refer to a certain blog on bus-trips home from esplanade.

Like a davinci book, Many compelling questions were not fed with satisfactory answers...

Why the noun FRIEND?

Why the rejection of calls?!

I prefer not to do a full disclosure of our theories here, such.... hurtful answers... hais..

Tsktsk, I expected more from you, blue ic....

Even ozy dulan you....



First rome, now him!?

Mahjong sessions one too much

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Each time its like I get so hyped to click the "New Post" button, but when this page appears it just seems to stay blank.

No inspiration? Or the over-myraid of filters I'd have to consider. Kinda defeats the purpose of a "personal blog" when you have to consider what not to put.

Spent many of the past few days mahjonging. With ozy now trying to jio me to mahjong again on MSN. That dropout seriously trying to get ppl addicted. evil foo. Well at least its a win on most occasions. So.... not so bad I guess

*edit: just lost the mahjong session, lucky not as much as rome...*

Went to school for some PPP nonsense. Stands for Professional Preperation Program. They say it helps you get a job. I say its a terrific waste of 4 hours of your life and alot of aircon which can go to feed some kid in kenya for days.

Then came the Kboxing sessions. You'd have to admire yx's voice for being able to reach Soprano choral range.

NPNT, its been a long time since any pics came to my posts. Shall do the favour of adding two now.

Got my new USB modem, at half the original plan too. Wireless Access on the move, this is sure some cool shit.


Swimming Pool dota anyone?

On the other hand, sold my iPhone at 200 bucks loss.... awaiting the new 3G version. Oh well, sucks to be the guy who bought it. Apple's a great scam..

Trusty old 850i, so much damage to it.


Imba pup right?

*Copies Heng's Poof*

Cleaners

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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

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.

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....

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.

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.