sss

2009-10-20T04:32:00.000+08:00

sometimes its hard to find the bear in care bear

2009-09-17T00:45:00.000+08:00

having one of the most painful sore throats ive ever had in my entire life, if not the most painful. cant even talk properly, and every swallow of mere saliva feels like im swallowing broken glass down my throat. dunoo wad caused this, must be all the pan-fried oily bacon and ham and cheese and egg and corono beers and red wines, and the dry climate. super pain. cant even eat a full proper meal. my stomach is protesting but my throat won;t give in. a hungry man is an angry man. a hungry man who cant go to the gym is a fucking angry man. a hungry man who cant go to the gym and can't kiss his gf is a ccb fucking angry man indeed

ergherher

2009-08-11T07:17:00.000+08:00

so dear, and yet sofa.
so near and yet so far.

dvhrwr w

2009-08-04T23:54:00.000+08:00

have been eating loads and loads of good local food before i fly!

last saturday ate my favourite Hougang Jing Jia Mixed Mutton Soup.

last sunday ate some very very delicious prata at some shop near TPJC. had cheese prata, egg prata and kosong. godlike.

last monday had some very very delicious kway chap at bishan. really damn nice.

for today ate 2 plates of maxwell chicken rice. too good to settle for one plate. after which had some very nice PRIME SIRLION at Astons Specialties at Katong for dinner. although i am indeed going to a western country, i am indeed afraid that i am unable to get souch delicious steak at such affordable prices for 5 months.

4 more days! eat eat eat!

hverw

2009-08-02T19:13:00.000+08:00

rather long time since i blogged. dunno whether there are still even people who come here to check for updates. if you are one of those, i really appreciate that!

well, its exactly one more week before i make my flight to Montreal for my exchange studies. it would definitely be an exciting period of my life, being immersed in a whole new environment. it would also be a new trial for me and xinhui as we would see each other 24/7, while dealing with the challenges posed in a foreign country.

but i really cant wait. travel has always been a passion of mine. although canada is not one the top few places i most desire to visit, being in a new place and seeing new things, meeting new people and exploring the world just makes the deal for me.

one more week in singapore. i will only be gone for about 5 months, but it would be the first time i spend such a long period of time overseas. so exciting!

try to arrange a meetup with me if you are reading this! catch me before i fly!

2009-06-26T12:40:00.002+08:00

fubrue5

2009-05-31T16:10:00.001+08:00

i can't walk no more.
and i really respect runners of ultramarathons now.
and there are weirdos who join in marathons without registering and run it while running cock sneakers and t shirts and bermudas.

eveyvyy

2009-05-25T20:38:00.002+08:00

caviar with wafer crackers is just too good. im going to die from caviar overload soon. maybe i will become a host for dozens of lumpfish and salmon and trout babies and will burst apart one day and blossom into a surge of hundreds of fish. this is isnt helped by the fact that the caviar is readily made available in cold storage for 10 bucks a tin

rvyesy

2009-05-19T23:16:00.002+08:00

is it the destination that is of importance, or the journey, the road towards the end?

is it the light at the end of the road, or the road leading to the light at the end?

sometimes people think that the road gives indication of the nature of the destination at the end; one road that is marked with ruts and bumps and winds with numerous tribulations may hint at a worthy reward in store at road's end; yet sometimes that is mere fairytale, that all effort will be rewarded accordingly. but alas, reality is no fairytale; Aesop and the Brothers Grimm are but beings of artificial construction.

indeed, it is often devastating to anyone who has put in so much effort towards a particular cause, hoping that he will indeed reap what he sows, and all he shall receive are plagues and disasters. indeed, faith is for the blind, people with an external locus of control.

alas, we are indeed but moths to the light; we endeavour relentlessly towards it, held by our steadfast belief that all good shall come from our striving; yet in turn we are destroyed by the light at the end of our journey, the very thing we have fought so much for

dvgy

2009-04-29T23:33:00.002+08:00

i really do despise those people who exclain they have nothing to do at all after exams have ended and the holidays have begun. I mean, this is time to actually enjoy your life, what you truly want to do. if u feel lost and bored without all the books and lectures and timetables, then i really do not know what you indeed living for

n rwhuba

2009-04-27T00:55:00.001+08:00

its just sounds wrong when u are at home after you have moved all your stuff from hall to home and you start missing your hall room dreadfully.

dfbhea

2009-04-05T20:13:00.003+08:00

http://www.cracked.com/article_17199_7-most-horrifying-parasites-on-planet.html

http://www.cracked.com/article_15816_5-most-horrifying-bugs-in-world.html

http://www.cracked.com/article_16868_6-deadliest-creatures-that-can-fit-in-your-shoe.html

bhtrh

2009-03-27T18:37:00.002+08:00

2009-03-23T04:15:00.001+08:00

it works both ways, my dear.

byrhyergr

2009-03-21T02:02:00.003+08:00

its a sad fact of life (and death) that the thing that is most effective in making you realize the importance and fraility of life is the sudden occurance of death itself.

especially the fact that the death concerned here is of a young life.

even especially emphasized by the fact that one has more than one friend/second-degree friend dying suddenly, at so young an age.

the extinguishing of a freshly-lit flame all but reveals more starkly the stifling darkness that follows

eshehehe

2009-03-09T03:29:00.004+08:00

It was today, when I finally found a new meaning in life. It was indeed today, when I was shown the light in the darkness, was bestowed with the Compass of Life.

I have never wondered about the quintessential question that has stumped centuries of philosophers, scientists and ordinary folk. I have never pondered upon the existence of an Intelligent Being, a supreme Creator.

Yet now, I do, finally, realize that there is indeed a mysterious, omnipotent, omnipresent force that is the dynamic energy, the inherent driver within us all, that powers everything around us - the motive in the locomotive. Without it, all would come to rest, all motion would cease to be.

I now believe in a Supreme Being, the origin of Intelligent Design, the Maker of the Universe, the Saviour of all of Mankind. I now believe in God.

My Church is henceforth Starbucks; my holy water, Cappuccino - the embodiment and avatar of the Holy Trinity: Espresso, Water and Milk; Howard Schultz is but the Blessed Pope, the descendent of the rock whereupon He shall build his Church; my Holy Bread and Host shall thus be Blueberry Swirl Cheesecake; my bible shall be naught but the Starbucks Espresso Passport.

you must thinking that i am too mad and bo liao to be typing this piece of shit at 3.43 am on a monday morning. but this but demonstrates that coffee makes you do stupid things with more energy hahahahaa

vrywyw

2009-03-02T13:39:00.000+08:00

http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_344879.html

LOL WTF HAHAHAHAHA

ygumoyfofyf

2009-02-26T00:20:00.000+08:00

we have went malaysia Johor Bahru together. thats just the first baby step, the mere inkling of things to come. next up, taiwan/hk, followed by montreal canada. and the world awaits thereafter

r gergg qegqer qer q

2009-02-23T18:11:00.000+08:00

MONTREAL HERE I COME

bnrysnysy

2009-02-22T13:40:00.001+08:00

when u treat everyone the same way, you give nobody a sense of feeling special
when u give everyone equitable priorities, you make everyone feel mediocre

2009-02-10T01:07:00.000+08:00

Dear team of Starbucks Singapore,

I am a regular customer of the Starbucks coffee chain in Singapore. Like many others, I adore the unique ambience, interior design, warm customer service and the quality coffeee provided by Starbucks.

However, I have always wondered about the absence of a customer loyalty card here in Singapore. This system for rewarding customer loyalty has long been established in numerous other countries, and in my opinion, is a major factor contributing to Starbucks's steadfast market presence in these countries.

Indeed, I do admit that while i am a firm support of the Starbucks chain, I do visit the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf; one major factor of which is their famous customer loyalty card. The additonal benefits given to me with this card on top of their usual drinks is the main reason for my continued patronage at their stores.

Thus, it would indeed be a wish come true for myself, and I believe for many others like me, to have Starbucks Singapore combining the best of both worlds and hence introducing the customer loyalty card here. Singaporeans adore discounts and loyalty cards; I do believe the card will reap an equal, if not greater, success here compared to say the U.S.

Thank you for your kind attention.

Yours Sincerely,

Samuel Peck
a patron at Starbucks Singapore

gveg

2009-02-08T02:30:00.002+08:00

u often hear about people meeting some special person that crosses their path all of a sudden and totally enlighten them and change the course of their life. behold the en1 ren2. i have always thought this the stuff of motivational books and weird people trying to talk to you randomly and by doing so pull you into christiandom and make themselves matryrs

but well im currently now at the coffee bean and tea leaf outlet of changi aiport terminal 3 and i just met a person who, well, cant be really described as a perosn who totally remapped my life course, but did inspired/motivated me quite a fair bit.

i was just sitting around on the sofa and enjoying my tiramisu cake and cappucino when this indian guy came and asked if the sofa opposite me was taken. as i am a werid autistic person who likes being alone in the airport, of course it was not. thus he sat down.

it was only after some while of shared strangers' silence when he started striking a conversation with me. mind you, prior to this,he struck me as some weird lonely man, just from his appearance alone. he wasnt well dressed.

but then he revealed himself as one heavily involved in the business world; he received a university education in business, and has been to numerous countries both as a businessman and a lecturer. he just returned to singapore after living abroad for 30 or so years. his last job was as a business lecturer at some university in china. he holds specialized knowledge in a wide field from international trade to tourism and hospitality management. and yeah, he earned his first million in his early 30s. totally cant see his wealth from his shabby dressing. he really looked like some random balding indian man that you see walking around randomly.

and after he knew i was a business student he said textbooks are really useless and that he can share with me his practical knowledge and rich experience.

and the way he shared with me bits and pieces of his life experiences, though just a few anecdotal stories, did really inspire me to go out there and experience the world for myself, regardless of the tribulations and turmoils out there.

and he believed in the horoscope. upon knowing that i was a Libra-ian like he was, he instantly said i was like him and will thus know the taste of success in life HAHAHA. and he said Libra-ians are known to be full of creativity and the love of music, which i do have. hahahhaa.

and really, he told me a few stories that collectively are too lengthy to be typed in full here. but it was really, really inspiring and eye-opening.

and he told me we can continue to keep in contact and he could guide me in the area of business. and hes involved in some companies, and knows many contacts too. i think i can smell something on him. not the smell of cologne, but that of internship and opportunity

2009-02-06T19:36:00.001+08:00

sometimes i feel as though im still single

etvawtAW

2009-01-29T21:45:00.003+08:00

my marketing tutor lives in Cluny Road, Singapore Botanic Gardens. her house unit is just next to Au Jardin Les Amis.

during a presentation about a marketing strategy for Courts, she mentioned about buying a 50,000 dollars chair from Space.

she talked about the services provided at Tiffany & Co. just as if she frequents there.

her husband works at UBS. screw the finance crisis, he has probabaly earned enough to buy over Les Amis

2009-01-25T16:26:00.003+08:00

IPPT 28th February, Bedok FCC
Aim: Get Gold and the $400 cash incentive

adidas Sundown Marathon 42km, 30th May, Changi
Aim: complete my first marathon ever

It ain't a good year for my knees

byee

2009-01-19T21:29:00.005+08:00

screw IIC. seriously. you claim to be some premier investment club and aim to make waves both within and outside the school but how can you even make waves in the water when your eyes are blind and your hands are fighting with each other and your ears clogged fill with shit.

seriously, your organizational structure is as screwed up as the screw of a ceiling fan. you try to make your student-based events as dynamic and attractive as possible so as to appeal to the student body but how can you do that when your idea of the perfect event is one shackled by your age-old, dust-laden, tradition-bound expectations. you stifle creativity and energy with the suffocating pillow of risk averseness.

you cannot even reach a consensus on decisions to be made. there is no clear chain of command. opinions and suggestions come from all directions and times. what do you think this is, flowerpod.com.sg? even SAF has a clear chain of command when decisions are made and passed down from the top. and everything comes so last minute.

wait, exco memebers cant go overseas due to commitments to IIC? screw you. you're expecting a rational person to sacrifice an overseas opportunity as to remain loyal and faithful and do your stupid local events which, honestly and truthfully, less than 20% of the student population gives a damn about?

celebrating 10 years of IIC? its been 10 years and you're still a fumbling, little-known toddler splashing water in your bathtub with your rubber duck and imagining you ARE really making waves

2009-01-19T19:49:00.006+08:00

rherhvyevyae

2009-01-12T00:28:00.007+08:00

i really do believe that we have two branches of ambition residing in every single one of us. one branch consists of all the big dreams of a career zenith, an armada of luxury cars and whatever not.

for me, the other branch is predominant in me.
i just desire spending a tranquil normal life in a cosy home with enough space and rooms to allow me to exercise my flair and interest in interior design. There shall be a fusion of newage-contemporary, Victorian and Chinese styles.

The zhong dian shall be a private library and reading space for me. my top most life desire. imagine a room with tall wooden bookcases filled with a full range of books reflecting my varied interest, everything from philosophy and history and religion to modern novels. There shall be a cosy reading table and couch with a reading light in one corner. this is shall be where i shall spend the rest of my life reading every single book i ever wanted to read and then some. which if u think about my vast interests will surely need myself to have 3 lifespans.

the room shall also have a audiophile-approved sound system to play everything from chopin to miles davis to opeth, for the best accompaniment during my introverted reading moments

Just next to the room shall be a wine collection, for easy access to drinks during those solitary reading sessions. song.

then there shall be a small room to display a small art collection, everything from oil paintings to chinese shan1 shui3 hua4.

well anw Serene Lim Xin Hui has expressed her innermost wish to just nua at home and play mahjong and act tai-tai. which is well similar to my above desire. but put together, it means either we will die of hunger cos no one is working, or we have to accumulate lots of money fast and earn a sexy passive income by tapping on the power of the time value of money as demonstrated by course AB102 Finacial Management taught by course coordinator Lee Hon Sing.

that comes to a conclusion. to realize big dreams u must slog hard. to live a simple life you must slog harder

gwegwegwe

2009-01-08T05:31:00.002+08:00

sometimes when every second becomes more precious and hard to come by, and each available time is seen as an opportunity, it is indeed bewildering when you appear to make lack of time, our greatest adversary, to gain the upper hand instead

2009-01-04T12:41:00.000+08:00

MAMA I WANT TO GO HERE CAN?

fhjrthjrw

2008-12-23T14:45:00.002+08:00

and all i want for Christmas is you

2008-12-20T19:52:00.001+08:00

I Want You To Want Me

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
Id love you to love me.
Im beggin you to beg me.

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
Id love you to love me.
Ill shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
Ill get home early from work if you say that you love me.

Didnt i, didnt i, didnt I see you cryin?
Oh, didnt i, didnt i, didnt I see you cryin?
Feelin all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin.
Oh, didnt i, didnt i, didnt I see you cryin?

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
Id love you to love me.
Im beggin you to beg me.
Ill shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
Ill get home early from work if you say that you love me.

Didnt i, didnt i, didnt I see you cryin?
Oh, didnt i, didnt i, didnt I see you cryin?
Feelin all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin.
Oh, didnt i, didnt i, didnt I see you cryin?
Feelin all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin.
Oh, didnt i, didnt i, didnt I see you cryin?

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
Id love you to love me.
Im beggin you to beg me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.

thb rstb

2008-12-01T13:13:00.003+08:00

its now time to tackle the behemoth of a book, Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon. may your prayers be with me

jdrbjejw5nw

2008-11-24T20:37:00.001+08:00

EXAMS ARE OVER, NOW LET'S PLAY

fgybrsu

2008-10-28T16:47:00.001+08:00

I WANT GO TAIWAN/HK/JP

he5eb5b4w7w4b7gw

2008-10-11T03:23:00.003+08:00

Hello im Samuel

I have a better sense of fashion sense than your average joe; no oversized Ralph Lauren Polo Tees, no poor color coordination, no stupid Abercrombie&Fitch shirts; even when im not wearing brands obscure to the clueless average man, and wearing your run-of-the-mill lacostes and agnes bs just to go for dinner downstairs, i make them look their worth; no one is going to wonder about the authencity of the goods i carry.

I have a better taste of music than your average joe; im ashamed to have Maroon5 and Blue on my ipod; but im redeemed by the rest of my 16++GB music collection; i know my Opeths and Frederyk Chopins and Miles Davis and Drudkhs and From Autumn to Ashes; ask me any artiste and band, and chances are high that i will know.

I have a better taste for all things literary than your average joe; while people spend their money on useless paper like Zouk Tickets, Hallmark Valentine's Day cards and Linkin Park posters, i spend mine on my Tolstoys, Machiavellis, Platos and Umberto Ecos; i love my Ideas : A History from Fire to Freud By Peter Watson so much that i can read it all 900 pages all over again on a whim.

I have a better sense of humour than your average joe; what he has is just a sense of tumour

I am smarter than your average joe, and i bet that smarted, hard

now, im just waiting for someone to be above the average jane

dbheshbsha

2008-09-30T17:34:00.000+08:00

its time for solitary shopping again. hooray.

gergergvybw4

2008-09-14T01:23:00.000+08:00

having my birthday during recess week means zero possiblity of getting raided, force-stripped, raped, toothpaste-smeared, nipple marker-drawn, pulled out from your room and NanyangLake-dunked in the middle of the night. song.

and help my plan to store financial potential energy to unleash for an ultimate 21st birthday splurge is unfortunately not going well. time for contingency plan B.

jb fthjdhjdrs

2008-09-03T21:22:00.002+08:00

uni life is unhealthy life.

you skip breakfast almost everyday cos when you wake up, you either wake up early to chiong to school or you wake up in the afternoon just in time for lunch (and sometimes dinner).

wait, no fear: you are making up your quota of 3 meals a day by eating supper every single night without fail and with utmost relentlessness and adamant spirit. you now know that pizza hut takes no offers after 0000HRS, pasta mania has delivery but it dosnt deliver to ntu, macdonalds can take about half an hour to 45 min to reach hall 3 compound and so on.

on average you sleep about 4 hours a day; lights out timing is about 0400HRS every day. sometimes your sleep consists of knocking out at the study table and not lying on your bed which is just about 2-3 metres away.

sometimes there are like 639.67 meetings per day with effective daily interest of 4.6%, and thus you need food to come fast. thus you go for macs for like 4 consecutive days in row. if carcinogens increase themselves by a compounding rate of 7% pls calculate Final Value of Carcinogens in your body assuming Body Inflation Rate remains at 11%

and horrors of all horrors, the worst is yet to be (unlike ACJC). there are so many eye candies walking around to be discovered each day that you soon develop chronic first-degree cornea diabetes. this terminal disease invokes a secondary ailment and you become a Aural Diabetes Type B Carrier. You carry diabetes-borning essences in your saliva and as such you tend to sweet-talk and cause aural diabetes in ppl who give you cornea diabetes. wow, look, mutual swapping, how nice. maybe you both should form a Limited Liability Partnership while adhering to Section 5 of the LLP Act.

grgr

2008-09-01T18:06:00.001+08:00

nrtusna

2008-08-17T15:18:00.002+08:00

when u have 3 stamps on your arm from 3 different clubs, namely Zouk, Butter Factory and DblO, and when you drink like 1.5litres of beer and half a jug of whiskey greentea and half a jug of long island tea and some graveyard and 1x waterfall and some random sips here and there, you know you're in for some disaster HAHAHAAHHA

bherhserhaebaebya

2008-08-13T20:52:00.002+08:00

help. CCAs encompass so many things. interest, personal skill upgrading, networking, gaining enough points to stay in hall next year, eye candies.

Accountancy and Business Club and/or
Business Solutions and/or
Investment Interactive Society and/or
Breaking Club and/or
Welfare Services Club and/or
Wine Appreciation Club (HAHA) and/or
Ballroom Dancing (if peer pressure can make people smokers, then it sure will work for ballroom dancing)

HELP

xhrbuyu4tyvttv32t2

2008-08-12T09:13:00.004+08:00

birthday in slightly over a month's time, and i still dunno how to celebrate it.

firstly money is really valuable now when im a student. even if i go get my ippt gold award of 400 bucks NOW, i am also rather unwilling to fork out money to hold some celebration as opposed to using the money and spending it on one single big splurge on a present for myself

also, if i hold a celebration, who's gg to help organize it for me? organizing your own birthday celebration is rather cock. can i find a girlfriend JUST to fufill this purpose or not HAHAHAHA

and the invitation list is also a headache. money and friends are two seperate ends of a zero sum game here, really

how. i also dun wan to let such a symbolic event go past with just mere sms-es and facebook wallposts to remember it by

gfbrbssabay

2008-08-06T10:34:00.001+08:00

there are shadows in the storm, memories in the miasma, the past in the pandemonium. help

r8568me589w

2008-07-28T20:26:00.002+08:00

hall life is gonna be SOOOO exciting.

firstly, my hall rocks. plainly put, it is the chioest hall in NTU, hands down no question asked. it is totally a condominium. chio architecture; usage of CARD KEY to lock your door (and note it is not the swipe kind in hotels; you just scan it at your doorknob which will flash a acknowledgment light); knowing already like 8 ppl in hall before even officially moving in; the lift; option to choose aircon or fan; the private clothes hanging area (no stolen calvin klein briefs); and im living on the top most possible floor available for guys, at a very respectable level 4.

and theres of course the hall LIFE itself. mind me, but i seriously think that university life MUST constitute at least a brief stay in the university residences. it is there you truly madly deeply immerse yourself in the very quintessence of a university student's life; you stay in the school, all you breathe is the school air, all around you are friends, students studying the same stuff as you.

and it is here you truly obtain and train your very own self-discipline. in this uncontrolled environment, surrounded by friends and with complete autocracy free from parental control, it is totally up to you to decide whether to go for supper, to sleep at 11pm or 3am, to attend a lecture, to either spend the night doing a project or doing a girl AHHHH

and the interior designer in me just orgasms at the fact that i have a room subject to my customization and modification. after consultation with the roomie, of course. shall have a fridge for late night iced coffees and boozing.

in short, SONG

tnitfitdd6

2008-07-24T05:59:00.005+08:00

last Monday ---- Last Friday > NBS FOC Camp. Slept not more than 7 hrs for entire 5 days.

last Saturday > went clubbing at Butter Factory. note its one day just after abovementioned camp.

Monday > went NTU to hand in forms with OG, watched movie with OG ppl, reached home at night. Note OG meeting #1

Tuesday > Gymmed, then went MindCafe and Suntec with OG from afternoon till night. Then went to the airport to send Celestine, reached home past midnight. Note OG meeting #2

Wednesday > Gymmed. Went Zouk with OG ppl for mambo and phuture, just reached home at 5plus am, typing this now. Note OG meeting #3

Thursday > Leaving house in 2 hrs after just reaching home from abovementioned clubbing. Note there is no sleep. Going to NTU to collect hall keys, doing spring cleaning. Meeting OG for lunch. After which spring cleaning resumes. After which to meet Great Eastern colleagues at City Hall for dinner till late. Note OG meeting #4

Friday > Kbox session with OG from 1pm - night. After which OG ppl proceeds to my house for stayover at my house. Overnight gossiping, movie marathoning and drinking games ensues. Note OG meeting #5

Saturday > Meeting secondary sch classmates for lunch. After which proceed to celebrate Adeline's birthday till late.

In conclusion, SONG

ynryny

2008-07-19T01:01:00.001+08:00

foc camp rocked. and i got accommodation in hall 3, which is a damn chio hall. yeah

ftjnrudrudr

2008-07-12T19:37:00.002+08:00

get ready for 5 days of xiongness, shagness, chioness, throat-destroying non-stop shouting and cheering, eating of utterly gay stuff and doing of plain stupid stuff. and yeah, missing the chance to catch batman:the dark knight just when it is released.

ytm iftmtitddmi

2008-06-29T16:58:00.003+08:00

there was a slash fight in the esplanade underpass yesterday. it really removes all inklings of singapore as sucha a safe society after watching yesterday's events.

can you imagine watching around 4-5 fellow bboys getting attacked by over 20 KIDS, each definitely not over the age of 18, with around 4-5 parangs being wielded in their midst. can you imagine watching a fellow bboy getting surrounded by 5-6 of these kids, getting kicked in the face, falling to the floor, and getting hacked at by a parang on his bare body, all of these happenind just around 5 metres away from you? and please note the kid who hacked him with the parang cannot be over the age of 16.

can you imagine another fellow bboy getting slashed on his thigh outside the adidas shop in citylink mall, in front of such a crowd? can you imagine all of these happened on a crowded saturday night in a populated area like citylink and esplanade?

damn gay. will never forget the attacks i saw with my own eyes, and myself running around the city hall area trying to find where the police car and ambulance will be stopping, and the location of 2 bboys of which we had no idea of their fate and injuries sustained, if any.

though this is not my first time witnessing such gaping wounds and so much spilled blood, but it definitely is the first time witnessing such an attack delivered to a person you know, right in front of you

im5i56

2008-06-22T15:43:00.002+08:00

i am in love with a girl i saw last night in the club when the lights were dim and the darkness playing illusions. in the darkness she was the most beautiful thing on earth.

but there must be something wrong with the light, because after they turned it on i couldnt find her anywhere at all. there was a girl wearing the exact same clothes as her, but she was rather of inferior quality.

tell me, must i live in darkness, and drink one jug of whiskey mixer, so that i can find her again

umlyuo6o6

2008-06-20T14:08:00.002+08:00

a local malay radio station was having a promotion; the first 100 listeners to reach Orchard Cineleisure on this particular day were to receive a free handphone, no questions asked, no prerequisites necessary.

as such, the station DJ announced on air, "first 100 listeners to come Cine on this day will get one handphone for free!"

on the day, no one turned up at Cineleisure. thousands thronged the station at Caldecott Hill. Why?

jtjj

2008-06-19T10:20:00.001+08:00

THIS SONG IS FUCKING AMAZING

Eve, The Apple of My Eye

You left it, I sent it
I want it back
You left it, I sent it
I want it back

If I had you here, I'd clip your wings
Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin
This plan of mine is oh so very lame
Can't you see the grass is greener where it rains

You left, I died,
I went and you cried
You came, I think
But I never really know
I've served my time
I've watched you climb
The wrong incline
But what do I know

Accept it, Don't let it
Turn the screw
Accept it, And let it
Scream back at you

Now this applies both equally to you and I
The only thing we share
Is the same sky
These empty metaphors
They're all in vain
Like can't you see the grass is greener where it rains

In the garden Snake was a charmin'
And Eve said let's give it a try
Now lead us not into temptation
But no matter how hard I try
When in the garden and
Snake is a charmin'
And Eve says let's give it a try
Eve is the apple of my eye

And I lie behind you
And I cradle you in the palm of me
And I pat your hair down
I think will we sink or swim?
'Cause we could do either on a whim

g

2008-06-11T23:08:00.003+08:00

WATCH THIS

t7ij5e5

2008-06-08T22:53:00.000+08:00

fiona xie was at butterfac last night. how nice

gfmutrurmuisdntyenrneme

2008-06-01T13:23:00.006+08:00

butterfactory is becoming more and more gd stuff. hahaha. or maybe just because last night was exceptionally gd stuff. hahaha. nt that i want any NSFs to chance upon this entry and invoke massive herd behavior in butterfactory and attract all the botak packs of wolves. yes, you read that right, here there are no relentless botak guys scouring the blighted lands to fulfill their needs as a grinding machine

in fact, the scene is very opposite to what you get in NSF habitats like zouk and MOS. in these places, any one decent-looking girl is constantly surrounded by a entire pack of guys, all turned towards her, edging towards her, their eyes, be it a direct face-to-face look or a desperate side-ways stare, fixed unceasingly on said girl.

well that is surely not the case here. you get angmoh model types automatically coming up to you on the podium and grinding you; and what i mean by grinding is not the typical act-subtle and act-decent grinding displayed by NSFs; theirs involve reaching down and touching of their toes (hurray for the space) to allow prominent jutting out of firm bottoms and rhythmic contact with your magic area

and yesterday i was like standing around at artbar drinking my one entire pitcher of free drink (will come to this later) and just watching dharni doing his stuff when there was like these group of 3 girls and a guy that came up onto the podium beside me and started dancing. and it was damn obvious, could see from the corner of my eye that they were edging this one girl towards me; and while there were only like 6 ppl on the podium, she was doing her accidental elbowing and brushing of arms. was not really in the mood, so i just ignored her. then she was like hey are you dancing? then i said not really, having my drink. then she said oh when you finish your drink you can either get off the stage if ure not dancing, otherwise you would have to dance with me. hahahahaa. and she was not bad looking. i bet this is a siren song for all the NSFs out there la

and the thing is, you get music like You Give Love A Bad Name and Sweet Child O' Mine too. have nothing against mambo, but really, there will be no lame hand gesturing and lyric-following, literal arm movements here. come on, if you're just standing around stationary (you might say theres not enough space, then in this case i say whats the point of a club that dosnt have enough space for you to even dance) and doing lame paraparaesque hand movements whats the point? here you get real dancing, real partying, real crowd interaction displayed by the DJ. really fun. music in main room last night was electro/rock, not my usual fare, but i actually enjoyed it more than the usual hiphop stuff in artbar. the crowd in main room was really dope

and yeah the free drinks. perhaps due to my long absence from butterfactory (3 weeks HAHAHAHAA)i forgot the power of the free drink there, so i was like drinking a 7-11-bought tiger just before going into the club. about 15 min inside dharni produced a jug of vodka mixer for us. after a while the boss bumped into us and gave us another pitcher. later on we were each given a glass of asahi. hahaa total madness

and oh ya, the entire band of Click Five was also reportedly spotted last night.....

tyih56ni556

2008-05-28T22:31:00.002+08:00

there is no god, the heavens are frighteningly empty, deaf and oblivious. prayers are naught but the air-clawing of a desperate man. we are all alone by ourselves. everything begins in and ends with us

well then. witness the rise of the utilitarian realist, the empirical here-and-now person, the astute, insidious Machiavellian serpent, masterfully switching in between masks in accordance to circumstance. if the gods do not care, then strength can only come from the self, then well then, let it come; let it come like a torrential outburst of a storm; let it come relentlessly at its full magnitude; let it come and let it be feared and awed. let it come with a frustrated vengeance

theres still respect for the moral teachings of Confucius and Buddhism; but its stops there at the morality level. for its a dog eat dog world out there; and dog is the reversal of god.

come on, now

io;,upyoy

2008-05-13T22:12:00.005+08:00

i hate taking the train during rush hour. the mad rush is bad enough, but of course there are always those champions and prizefighters of the lot to enhance the experience of a nasal-flaring, intercostal muscle-retracting, cyanosis-inducing near-death suffocation in a train

seriously, it amazes me how some people can still be alive when their irritant level is so lofty a stage. there are those people who feel so unstable in a moving train totally PACKED with people with bare inches to move, that they still feel the need to grab hold of the handrail/pole thing. behold the dhalsim arm, that bends and snakes its way like silly-putty through the throng of people! the relentless, all-defying, steely-willpower monster of an arm, that braves the enemy throngs and reaches the ultimate grail of a handrail. no matter the guy whose head is tilted sideways to allow the reach of the arm; pity the poor, tired, stressed khakipants-donning chinese high boy beneath the armpit, having his warped newton moment when all the golden apples of putrid odor are raining forth from the magic sweaty tree

rush hour also displays mankind's worst breeds ever. witness this Filipino woman, staring perplexedly and irritably at the dark wall of the tunnel after the train has just pulled into city hall station. sure, the doors open the other side after raffles place, but surely she can feel the people thronging in and out of the door behind her, definitely she can hear the usual rantings on the station PA system? no, indeed, she continues her futile, increasingly furious stare at the dark side of the train, occasionally gazing at the people beside her, as if rallying their united displeasure at why the doors have not opened to grant her her alighting. she continues until the doors have closed and the train HAS started moving, before it FINALLY dawns upon her that the station was just behind her. behold, highlight, climax, pinnacle, zenith, apogee, maximum parabolic point! there and then she starts to panic, and squeezes and pushes her way through the crowd OPPOSITE TO THE DIRECTION OF THE TRAIN MOVEMENT, like she can somehow run back to the station when the train is already pulling out of the station at great speed.

seriously, this proves that there can never be a god, for if a god can create people so stupid, a god that knows of this level of stupidity cannot possibly be all that clever after all. it does take skill to be THAT stupid.

there are also ones who simply adore last-minute rushes to the train doors. they just love the adrenaline surge when the system announces that the doors are closing, and they thus have a few scant moments to make it out of the train by the skin of their yellow teeth. no, they were not asleep or listening to music; they were not even staring at the boobs of the tired bosomy office lady carrying her fake gucci bag; no, they were just one of those time-wasters you see on a train that just do nothing at all during the ride. but alas, they just love the last minute mad rush off the train, the orgasmic sensation of friction of flesh against flesh aka NSF phuture groping, except this is done at lightning speed and much more greater impulse Impulse = F.s

lastly, there is the dreaded breather-down of necks, literally. yes, the train is packed, but there is still space to rotate the head about the axis that is the neck such that the bearing of the nasal aerial discharge does not intercept the neck of the person before you and subject him to erotic nasal aerial ventilation. but wait, upon gaining 45000 exp points the neck-breather evolves into the penisman. nothing against them , but usually the penis man is of the construction worker class, the brick and mortar proletariat. he without qualms shoves his bulge against your quivering behind, and his bulge is exceptionally too huge and hard for the time and place. yes i know my buttocks are tender and virgin, but the cramped, sweaty, after-work train is no place to have anal sex with a tired 20-year old officewear-clad guy

hkntk56m5i56m4

2008-04-20T23:26:00.000+08:00

one chance. dont think i will let it slip.

gnktyti5i5u65

2008-04-14T23:30:00.003+08:00

i just love this pre-uni period im in now. rocks. yeah i know work is gay, tiring and monotonous, but at least theres companionship of friends, LOTS of eye candy at the Candy Empire that is Raffle Place, and of course earning your own money.

not that the money is enough for me. as usual. apart from my trademark gay consumerism purchases, im signing up for french lessons at Alliance Francoise. and theres this tentative taiwan trip with the bboys in early july, even though we shd b putting up at one taiwan bboy's place, still air ticket and misc. expenditure is sure gayness. and suddenly desiring to fufill and corect my lifelong regret at not learning the piano (or music, for that matter) when i was young. but after messing around with the keyboard at norbin's house realized i do have some flair for music. HAHAHAHA. summore a budget keyboard costs just 100 plus at carrefour. which is cheap compared to my 200 bucks sennhesier earphones. or my 400 bucks Headporter x Original Fake bag. or my........................

theres just too much to do. too many interests to pursue, too many life skills to acquire. need to read, run, workout, swim, break, learn french, learn music and go for my weekly chiobu dose and free entrance (and drinks) at butter factory every saturday. really living life to the fullest. which is really taxing actually. having a mouth ulcer and the air i breathe out from my nose is so heaty that i must be banned from the petrol kiosk

tyindtidr5mik4r584n5

2008-04-03T20:39:00.007+08:00

Samuel's Code Of the Temp-job Slacker (SCOTS)

Samuel's Code Of the Temp-job Slacker (SCOTS) expounds on the dire need to identify what is called the Samuel's Opportunity Cost of a Kanasai Salary Job (SOCKS J). It must be some imbecile, Neanderthal-ic, pre-evolutionary thinking that has got people thinking that since their job yields so little financially, their effort in the job thus, in proportion, should be to a great extent short of the ideal. With that, they take pride in themselves for not blindly submitting to such a serfdom.

That, my unenlightened ones, is tragic Ignorance and Hubris in its most purest, unadulterated form. If all matter were trapped in some ultimate stagnant limbo where time did not exist, then the aforementioned mentality is without defect. However, Einstein teaches us that time and space are inseparable (i think he did), thus this brings up Samuel's Opportunity Cost of a Kanasai Salary Job. If one neglects his job by doing nothing, yes, he is preventing loss due to a more-than-proportionate effort put into work. In this sense he gains, by not losing. However, SOCKS J implies that there is the factor of time. Time is invaluable. A dying billionaire will promise you his entire fortune plus his sexy wife(s) and all his daugthers and goats, if you're interested, if you can somehow extend his life by just 2 hours. Thus, one who slacks at his job by doing nothing is in fact a loser, as the intrinsic monetary value of time far outweighs the gain by not losing due to effort in work.

Therefore, Samuel's Code Of the Temp-job Slacker instructs to all unenlightened ones that one must seek a middle path in this perplexing entanglement. One must continue to put in effort just in par with how much one is paid, yes, but one must make full use of the spare time enriching oneself. This thus minimizes SOCKS J.

A most ideal method of this, according to the 56th Psalm, Gospel of Nehnehpok in SCOTS, is to read online material in the office. Free e-books are the exemplary choice. SCOTS further proceeds to illuminate the way this is done. By copying the e-book into Notebook (.txt) and re-sizing the Notebook frame, one can fit the frame of the Notebook application into the reading pane of Microsoft Outlook.

Well now, one knows that Microsoft Outlook consists of 3 basic panes: the Folder Pane, the Inbox/Sent Items Pane, and the Email Reading Pane. By down-sizing the Notebook frame and moving it into the Reading Pane (ensuring the email Topic and sender(s) are still visible), one can actually seem to be reading a email with the Notebook as a screenshot/image. Thus, one can openly read his e-book in the office.

Of course, SCOTS also teaches the need to be an astute charlatan. One must do some real work/appear busy every now and then, or when key figures in the office are in the proximity. Thus, there is a need to remain constantly vigilant and ready even while you are reading the book, performing a SIT REP every 5 minutes or so.

While it is indeed an admitted fact that this ensuring of one's safety is vexatious, it is indeed worthwhile. The great Maharishi of Temp-job Slacking, the One Ecclesiastical Avatar of Optimal Temp-Job Usage, Samuel the Sole Teacher of SCOTS, has already set a great example to all by risking the precarious blighted domain of the Monstrous Low-Paying Temp-Job Slavetrade Company, and showing that SCOTS is the only way for all. He has read the entire Communist Manifesto from end to end within a working day's time, all in plain sight of all his clueless colleagues. They had no idea, those pitiful things. The only hint was probably the knowing, mocking smile on the great teacher of SCOTS himself.

ty, ityimjik568mk8

2008-03-26T20:05:00.003+08:00

Samuel's Theorem of Temporary Jobs states that in order to obtain optimal monetary benefits, one must job-hop, or more accurately put, job-climb, from one job to another more lucrative one.

This Theorem is the Gospel Truth/Quran Law/Heart Sutra verse/desmond's menu. Thus in the aim to remain in tandem and accordance to it, one must disregard all other hindrances, and must not hesitate to undertake Machiavellian methodologies to clear them. This includes astutely weaving the most intricate, ostensible lies into the shape of a hammer, so that breaking of contracts are thus possible. That being said, it has been empirically proven that the excuse of an urgent long-term overseas trip for personal matters is the most effective reason to wield. It is thus recommended to the aspiring, perjuring job-hopper.

Changing a job at an average frequency of 3 weeks not only assures financial advantage, it also ensures a balanced portfolio. In this present milieu of high-salary professional investment portfolio balancers, by extrapolation, a balanced temporary job portfolio is hence a grail to aspire for.

cocks la. yeah im about to perform my first job-hop. YEAH. haahahahaa. loving the location already before even starting the job. its in the midpoint of raffles place/chinatown/clark quay. near the speaker's corner place. which means it is near ann siang hill (ASYLUM), near chinatown (vinyl toy stores and the buying of lots of Bearbricks), near raffles place with the sexy ladies clad in office wear, and of course clark quay. and its same workplace as a friend. and it's slack (at least compared to my current one). yeah cant wait to hop over. but well even if the job doesnt turn out to meet my expectations i guess i can also apply Samuel's Theorem of Temporary Jobs again HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

2008-03-22T14:48:00.001+08:00

2008-03-16T22:25:00.002+08:00

props to larry for having his MARRIAGE PROPOSAL in the middle of the inter school floorskills jam!!!! BBOY LARRY AKA LIU DE HUA IS GETTING MARRIED WOOHOOOOOOOOOO

rjuruemj3

2008-03-11T20:22:00.002+08:00

work rocks when there is a vending machine dispensing unlimited FOC coffee, tea, milo and horlicks, with the main point being coffee. its time for 8 Styrofoam cups of hot coffee w/ cream w/o sugar everyday

work rocks when the workplace is not entirely devoid of eye candy. 1 half-chio bu which is ch bu together with one full chio mixed blood bu makes work experience a lot better. together with OT-period sightings of japanese ladies working shifts, hmmm.....

work sucks when you are doing shit loads and earn peanuts and still get a portion of the peanuts deducted from a recruitment agency making yourself earn effectively only peanu in the end cos a fraction of peanuts got deducted away

r58n4rur5mu3ua

2008-03-05T02:05:00.004+08:00

One Book to read as strongly recommended by Samuel Peck:
Ideas By Peter Watson

Seriously, if you have like 2-3 months to spare, with the ORD-Uni transitory period being the best reason, READ THIS BOOK. yeah i know its tough and lengthy and feels like reading a dictionary for people who only read gay stuff like Mitch Albom and stupid get-rich self-help books, but seriously it is one of the best books i have ever read, and i am not ashamed to declare i do read a lot.

It, basically and according to what the book claims, is but a mere history of ideas. But there are ideas, and there are ideas. The book seriously encompasses a whole shitload of stuff, tracing the evolution of man and culture and language; tracing how Christianity had its basis in Jewish beliefs and subsequently leeching ideas from pagan beliefs, greek philosophy like Aristotle, and eventually claiming all these ideas its own, how the Catholic Church grew into a monstrosity and was one of the factors behind the Dark Ages; tracing how and why Asia was the global superpower followed by Europe followed by America. And so much much much much more. Seriously, after reading this book I am more convinced of the fact that i will never be a Christian, or a Catholic at least.

Seriously, anyone, everyone, should read this book. I will not hesitate to lend you if you ask. haha

One Singer to check out as strongly recommended by Samuel Peck:
Cyndi Lauper

yeah i know, Samuel recommending a Pop SInger?? Samuel, who only listens to obscure gay shouting noisy cacophonous heavy metal bands and underground purist true-to-the-roots hiphop and an occasional classical composer??

yeah, seriously Cyndi Lauper is good stuff. dunno why she was compared and had a rivalry with Madonna. yeah, besides the obvious and well-known and overplayed hits like Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and True Colors and Time After Time, there are songs out there that display her true vocal prowess. Check out Night To Remember, I'M GONNA BE STRONG (GD STUFF), Who Let In The Rain and First Night Without You on Youtube. And yeah, check out the multi-celebrity charity song We Are The World, and wait for Cyndi Lauper's segment. she is the hopping around one with the kuazhang flamboyant colored hair and the screeching. But it was her screeching in this vid that made me check out her songs. haha. seriously, she is good stuff. mild EdwardScissorhands-like eccentricity with a unique screechy voice. really.

gymi,rymirr

2008-03-01T23:46:00.004+08:00

Samuel's ORD-Work Transitional Period Induced Supper Syndrome (SOWTPISS)is a relatively new medical condition of the body whereby during the critical in-between period of ORD and commencement of a job, the Christian Sins of Sloth and Gluttony become so paramount in their sybaritic powers that the body is slowly vitiated to such a decadent state that regardless of any attempt at training for a marathon, working out or bboying will be in vain. The body is assiduously belabored by a inimical fusillade of insidious and malevolent cells called Dionysian Type-A that the individual perceives all food as ambrosia. Under this nefarious onslaught, the victim is consequently and slowly reduced to a sorry shadow of the former self, some pitiful etiolated thing.

One key accompanying symptom may be identified as the severe urge to pursue meals in the late of night. This sudden desire of the dusk may initially appear to be trivial and innocuous, and the individual thus submits with ease. However, chronic subsequent submission precipitates the slow sedation of the willpower, which but augments the spread of the aforementioned Dionysian Type-A cells.

As such, the individual's mind is indubitably altered such that the normally optional meal of supper gains such sudden importance that it trumps the breakfast, lunch and dinner in their individual importance in the day. Thus, the infected individual is ossified to an increasingly deleterious addiction, such that he is kept awake at night by hunger pangs, which thus induces the Glutton's Insomnia. The victim thus becomes the avatar of quivering lard and overflowing fat layers and pure un-pulchritude and pure quintessential Desmondry

actually type all this fuck and wasted like 10 over min of my time is just to say i have been eating supper like a main meal everyday. Like, can skip breakfast without any qualms but right now at 12.22am im seriously considering making my way to Downtown East 24hr Macs, which involves a 20 min walk, to have my Big Mac meal upsize with apple pie and McFlurry. And if i do this will be the 3rd time in 2 weeks. And 12.22 is early, normally go down at 3-4 am

and yeah another reason for the above shit is that i just wanted to try using some words i learned lately from my reading. im sure it didnt make a short story long

yknk67o6oo5

2008-02-22T13:54:00.002+08:00

Samuel's Law of Natural Body Clock states that irregardless of the value of the variable S, where S denotes the time when you first approach a bed/sofa/floor with the intent to sleep, the value W, where W is the time when you wake up, remains a constant value of 12pm.

This Law further dictates that any attempt to modify the abovementioned body clock mechanism will be met by an equal change in the opposite direction. This is called the Fucking Lazy Automatic Snooze Alarm Killing Equilibriumatic Mechanism. Even if the sujbect attempts to sleep at 10pm and wake at 6am the next day, the FLASAKEM system will manipulate the body in its sedate form such that all alarms are instantly extinguished with no second thought.

As such, Samuel's Theorem of Comparative Effective Time Management With Regards To Time Spent Sleeping states that the individual is to sleep at 10-11 am everyday, since the value W still remains such at 12pm.

This thus ensures about 22 hours spent awake daily, which is fucking good. The period of 2 am to 10 am is best spent either Wahjonging or reading.

kt6868

2008-02-20T22:53:00.002+08:00

too many movies and tv serials to watch, too little time.
too many books to read, too little time.
too many languages to learn, too little money.
too many runs to run, too gay a knee and ankle and falling toenail.

pigunehnehpokhairablazeinacoruscatingorangeblazingballofliquidinferno

tymti6585,844,

2008-02-15T12:51:00.000+08:00

mitymitrurrrurm

2008-02-06T17:03:00.000+08:00

http://www.sundownmarathon.com/index.php

i've decided take part in this, which will my first ever full marathon. hahaha. who wants to join with me? interesting leh, midnight marathon. near my house summore, can come my house and put stuff prior to the run. exciting sias

2008-02-05T23:29:00.000+08:00

ORD LO

89j58585e

2008-01-27T00:17:00.000+08:00

been a cheebye long time since i blogged. bet the number of people who still check my blog for updates is fewer than the remaining days to my ORD

but then again, yeah there is the need to de-stagnate this blog and ease and satisfy those eager to know whats been up for me hahahahaha.

well been clearing offs and leaves and taking MCs all the way till my ORD. yea its coming. cant wait to have sex with my pink IC. but then again im now presently essentially a civilian already

this magical gray period of transition from NSF to civilian is damn essential. it is the period before you feel stressed to find a post-ORD job. thus it gives you leeway and license to relax to the max and do stuff for yourself by yourself.

well not that ive been lazing around. well as can be seen army has shown me one of my fittest periods and also subsequently one of my unfittest EVER. food intake for once trumped my godly metabolic rate.

so ive been exercising a lot. nearly everyday. makes me feel alive once more, and being alive does feel great. pretty simple and basic stuff like running swimming and workouts.

and yeah of course theres breaking. my one year plus hiatus made me forget the sheer fun that can be inherent in it. just came back from a session at airport terminal 3, and that sure was some great fun that ive not had for so long. the joy of discovering and trying out a new practice spot, the glee at siamming the cigarette-filled esplanade, the thrill of the high chance of getting busted for breaking at such a high profile and forbidden area, the great fun that comes with fooling around with great people. yeah airport T3 is worth a subsequent trip

urhnu45

2008-01-02T23:22:00.000+08:00

HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

http://atasteforthetheatrical.com/deathtrap/default.htm

http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/ironman/large_trailer.html

irtmir5ie48

2008-01-01T04:03:00.000+08:00

well well so thats goodbye to 2007 and hi 2008. for once i finally do feel happy and appreciative that a year has passed and a brand new has come. even tho i felt rather lame and unfeeling while pulling party poppers at JK DON's PUB just now. 2008 really means so many new possibilities, new horizons. cant wait. though its here already.

2008 means ORD, means UNI, means can watch Beijing OlymPICS (oink, ah)

well here are some resolutions that i know im making for the sake of making it all for making's sake. ah. sake sushi

1) ORD in peace

yeah i know this is lame but my job scope involves the entire camp having my HP number and i have no understudy meaning i am precariously recallable even after ORD. without bothering to change my HP number, i do sincerely hope for a peaceful ORD. will ignore all calls from camp

2) Pass Driving

yeah. pass alr become shuai, for once

3) Get Car

try to tell my dad that he is shuai and that getting a car for me will make him shuaier. a WRX/RX8 will make him shuaiest. got car means in uni im a bit shuai, for once

4) Break More

1 year hiatus was really damn cannot. cheebyes. shall be more hardworking and motivated

5) Run More

for regaining of my once pro fitness and participation of any marathon(s)

6) Get some gay poser hairstyle

i want a tail at the back. hope that being good at (4) will grant me the license to sport this

7) Go taiwan in June/July

actually, i rather go HK. yj and hy, please say you agree, you don't even know me blah blah blah blah give me some time

thats all for now.
ya as if i will type more or even remember and bother with these resolutions the next day onwards

2007-12-30T01:29:00.000+08:00

well people as you all might know i buy and wear tees from some rather exclusive street labels. theres this brand called WrongWroks that makes rather not bad tees. but the zhong dian is the model for their tees, called Nat. Please enjoy the following pics. And oh, take note of the bubblegum blowing pic, cos you might see someone wearing a tee with the pic very soon.... HAHAHAHAHAHA

funrurm,er

2007-12-23T16:45:00.000+08:00

just woke up from my sleep that began at 0800hrs. rather shag only.
yesterday breaked from 3pm to 6pm. mind you, that was only my third time breaking after a 1 year long hiatus. so its back to all those body aches, loosening joints and peeling scalp and skin.

and immediately after that went for a hasty dinner, before chionging down to aljunied to kok's house to wait for him to bathe and change. note that at this point of time any progress i have taken towards post-activity personal general hygiene was a change of shirt and the spraying of deodorant.

subsequently within 20 min we were out of his flat and were rushing down to zouk. well i know i have declined kh's offer to go club on friday owing to reasons of poverty. well but i had to make an exception for DJ QBERT

DJ Qbert is a DJ known for his breaks. he is 3 times consecutive RUN-DMC world champion. and it was golden when he shouted, in the middle of his spinning, "If you think this is too much spinning, too much scratching, too much real hiphop, walk away. if not, make some noise". damn good stuff. and you can see that the general crowd was standing around and not really dancing cos they were not getting their all too familiar gay mainstream Gwen Stefani shits. which i like cos you could see who were the real head last night who truly appreciate and understand his music

well evne though he was a guest DJ and would only play from 1am to 3am, the 2 hours he was on the decks was well worth the 15 bucks spent.

on a sidenote, i was rather surprised and pleased that the turnout in zouk yesterday was rather meagre. thanks for the combined scariness of a Saturday Chirstms eve eve eve that made people think zouk would be crowded. i could finally make it from phuture to zouk without squeezing around without any tempation to grope around

and honestly it was one of the the most enjoyable clubbing experiences i ever had. one factor was me going with breaking peeps. in fact there was a CIRCLE in phuture for about 10 minutes, which had lockers and poppers and bboys doijg their stuff. you wont ever see this again in phuture on any day at all loh. touching the floor with your hand is normally prohibited in zouk. well after that 1o min of bliss the bouncer came to said game over and we were rather sian diao.

and it was fun laughing at all the as if dancing people doing their gay dances. summore with breaking peeps. damn fun la. normally when i go clubbing with non-breaking peeps i would stand around damn sian when its some gay mainstream music playing. but yesterday we made loud meowing noises at Buttons and danced cheerleading sequences (yes with all the kicking actions and stuff, testament to the large space) to avril latrine's girlfriend. first time i had such great fun to such lousy songs

well shall post a vid of him using scratching to create his own drum rhythms. good stuff

r68j54584j4j8484kkkkk4k44

2007-12-09T22:53:00.000+08:00

restarting is always harder than starting.
the first step, the bottommost rung, the cut from picking up the first shard.

nonetheless, blow the horns, tell the heralds, for i'm back

nh6trhu56hu6w4hhu4nj4837

2007-11-12T16:19:00.000+08:00

well well im back from my hongkong and macau trip. its really hard to type out every single interesting detail and thought that occurred during those 8 days, but i shall try while making it still interesting. which is true for all my blog entries HAHAHA fei. for photos please go see facebook

well in order to spend more in hongkong and macau we decided to travel cheap. took jetstar and tiger airways to and back respectively. but since its only a 4 hour journey it dosnt even matter. not like gg london to study on a tiger airway plane liddat all the london bound god dogs willl get deep vein thrombosis

well seriously hk is really nothing much other than what was advertised. seriously just walk and eat. but the food is truly too god. in singapore you have a few stalls being oligopolies in the good hawker food market. the 246 food shows you see every day on tv keep showing the same stalls, be it fiona xie or michelle chia or some makansutra uncle hosting the show.

in hk you just take a lift in your hotel downstairs, walk randomly in any direction until you hit a food shop, and you can have 60% chance that it owns most of the stalls in singapore. i seriously gained 2-3 kg during my stay. which is damn god considering my damn god metabolic rate.

disclaimer: there are not a lot of chiobus in hk/macau. but just like 1-2 defects occur in every large batch of china sweatshop products, you get a ultimate epitome of Aphrodital shenness every rare now and then. yea in macau while eating some over-hyped porkchop bun i saw this uber ultimate godlike china lady which made me lick my chops. pork chops la wad you thinking. though she was smoking still i can ignore tar-congested lungs but star-congested eyes HAHAHAHAAA

and seriously hk/macau is meant to be travelled alongisde friends. go with family is rather cannot. especially for lame jokes part. like we eating at some gay shop and after looking at the bill my mother said "wei4 she3 mo4 gui4 ling2 gao1 jiang4 gui4" and i almost said "ying1 wei4 Gui4 ling2 gao1 wad". but to prevent them from disowning me i kep quiet

macau was just to chiong gambling. seriously theres nothing in macau except for a few over-hyped ruins and churches. the place is so saturated with big casinoes it makes you wonder how they survive. its really like las vegas la. the most god casino is The Venetian, which incorporates Venice and Chinese architectural elements. very nice at night, almost like venice. and its so gugujiao big that i think must be more than 3 times the size of vivocity.

and it was in venetian i chionged gambling. nothing big, just played the slots. but even this gay game can make you lose like a gugu. but in the end i managed to win abt 400HK dollars. which effectively its 80sing. alot sia can become james bond and own the whole casino already

argh seriously theres so much to say that i dun want to say. good logic sia. i shall let the pictures tell a thousand words each on facebook. yeah. so please go see though its not a lot cos nothing to take photos of really

tymitirir5y7b4y4yn4

2007-11-03T23:39:00.000+08:00

yeah abt 30 hours to my flight to hongkong. cant wait. going to resume my pre-enlistment annual holiday vacation routine once more.

seriously travelling rocks. seeing the world is as good as it gets. one of my goals in life is to travel the world. when i was in primary school my dad asked me "so we have just come back from china whats next?" and i said egypt and he was like whatthegugujiaonehnehpokcheebyeskin. seriously watching travel shows like seeing Guo Liang on channel u waxing lyrical about the modest beauty of rural china is good stuff. in fact for me travel means more of temples, historical monuments, mountains and villages than shopping centres, disneylands and whorehouses.

have conquered australia, korea, japan, lots of china, hongkong, macau and taiwan, my aims have become higher. hoping to go to russia, venice, germany, japan again, and of course egypt.

and yeah while on the topic of life goals the other one is having a private library room thing. like, one room with your personal collection of books ranging from the classics to philosophy to encyclopedias to modern novels, with ambient lighting, a lounge sofa, mini-bar and installed sound system. totally orgasmic. sets the stage for making love to books on the couch after some champagne. romantic sia.

2007-10-31T19:41:00.000+08:00

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2007-10-22T01:04:00.000+08:00

just watched Secret for the first time, on DVD. i must say it has exceeded my expectations. though i sort of guessed the expected twist like 20 min into the movie, but still the ending quite pro. somehow the part where the father flips the dog-ear of the songbook is rather nice to me haha.

and i must say the actress is rather chio. not the kind of chio chio but you know, those kind of just chio. ah. tho her name is gay. kuai lun mei.

gfkndtkd

2007-10-12T21:39:00.000+08:00

MakeDamnSure

You've got this new head filled up with smoke
I've got my veins all tangled close
To the jukebox bars you frequent
The safest place to hide
A long night spent with your most obvious weakness
You start shaking at the thought you are everything I want
'Cause you are everything I'm not

And we lay we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close

I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way

My inarticulate store bought hangover hobby kit
In time, it says, "You,are, you are so cool."
It says, "Scissor shaped across the bed, you are red, violent red."
You hollow out my hungry eyes
You hollow out my hungry eyes

And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close

I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
Well I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way

I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way (worst way)

I'm gonna make damn sure that you can't ever leave
No, you won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
I'll make damn sure that you can't ever leave
No, you won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far...

I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way (worst way)

I'm gonna make damn sure
I just wanna break you down so badly
I just wanna break you down so badly (damn sure)
In the worst way (worst way)

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2007-10-10T20:47:00.000+08:00

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2007-10-09T20:49:00.001+08:00

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hongkong

2007-10-01T22:40:00.001+08:00

bearing in mind that our class will always without fail be our class, i have now decisively made my decision and have decided to go fulfill my fervent desires to go overseas.

HONGKONG + MACAU HERE I COME! muhahahahahahahahahahaa. damn super cheebye excited. shall go there for one whole week in november. has been nearly 10 years since ive went there. last time went there was a primary school kid, was owned by the FRENCH TOASTS and MILK TEA and XIAOLONGBAO and BO LO BAO. even won a lucky draw thing at macdonalds that got me one full set of some collectible teddy bear thing.

now nearly 10 years later, im returning there again. muhahahaaa. have done some initial research and planning already. shall take tiger airways. travel cheap so that can buy more and eat more. and yeah HK airport has KRISPY KREMES. enough said. ppl who want, please find out my arrival date and wait at terminal 3 for me. hahahahahahaahaha.

and yeah. got hk chiobus also. chio like jim man. wah lau. no wonder ngee poo like

CANT WAIT

5j7956j5e

2007-09-25T20:41:00.001+08:00

welcome to the single's jungle,
we've got fun and games
where you realize that happiness
can come from material gains

you've got father time all for yourself,
he's no longer split to two
this not only applies to BGRs
but also gays like quek ngee poo

the club entrance is now open,
the female bouncer is gone
see all the girls right there inside
they all want to call your phone

welcome to the single's jungle,
where the only change you have
is for spending on your favorite jeans
not trying to make someone laugh

,yulmyuok

2007-09-24T01:51:00.000+08:00

finally, the number reaches 20. i have officially breathed 20 years of oxygen, eaten 2 decades of kong ba pau, watched 5 olympic games and now r21 movies are but a teeth's skin away.

the sudden unheralded appearance of the number 2 is alarming indeed. in Pigu's law of ages, it states that an increase in second place number leads to a less than proportional than the increase in expectations. however, it also states that an increase in the first place number invokes a more than proportional increase in expectations. a 17 year old becoming 18 is only marginally more mature, except for the fact that he or she is now more sex legal and can have one more thrust than usual

now, 20 and 19 makes a whole world of difference, aladdin confirm sing A Whole New World loud loud during his 20th birthday. with the number 2 comes a whole load of expected maturity and whatever armpit gugu neh. no wonder sequels suck

well thats not a bad thing either. since the very one word maturity means sunsweet- prunification and phyllis-grandma-wrinklation for women but at the same time mean george clooney styled erotic crow's feet around the eyes and sudden huskiness of the voice for men. now you can go to a club and shout i am 20 and hear me roar instead of i am 19 and i am botak and i just booked out and i come club waiting to grind a fat ah lian

well well, the number 2 takes more strokes and energy and effort and work done to write than the plain old number 1. with pride and fluency i shall allow the number 2 to flow out liquidly from my pen when writing macdonalds survey forms. no wonder montblanc pens are expensive, watching how the numbers 1, 2, 3 and 4 become progressively harder to write.

6uju6

2007-09-23T12:29:00.001+08:00

when chemistry goes awry and becomes lemontry, when the slightest differences expand to gaping abysmal chasms, when the very clouds in the sky increase so much in mass (mess = Me) that they succumb to gravity and plummet like screaming flaming Icarus, when the very skies turn so dark Mustafa shopping center disappears, when past mistakes and trivial grievances become an insidious poison blighting the same way a china made mattel toy does, when one becomes two just like a amoeba binary fissioning, when one road winds and meanders to naught but blasted rocks and broken shards, when the epilogue screams at you and shreds you with claws like cruel knives

look, but do you see? for those shattered pieces of glass are but glistening stars, pieces of heaven on earth. for the end of the road means its time to water parade; time to massage the weary shoulders of other companions who have walked alongside thus far. its is not what has become; it is what will follow what has become, be it cecome, decome or eecome. maybe income

the body bleeds to clot the wound, pain rips through your hand to withdraw it from the boiling kettle; tears fall to expel and nullify the pain, a pain antioxidant. without pain there is no healing; without healing there are no scars; and scars are but a memorial to a memory long gone. a war memorial honors not the pain and suffering, but the hopes and laughter and the calm before the storm

reminisce, but never regret; forgo, but never forget

HKNIDTDT

2007-09-16T19:51:00.001+08:00

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itnyimttr,iri,r4

2007-09-08T10:51:00.000+08:00

an orgasm as interpreted by a car

unoyuoyuityjtyo6ridrtyi

2007-09-06T22:14:00.000+08:00

mji76o76o67o76

2007-08-29T22:03:00.000+08:00

this week, im gg to relearn what it is to stay in. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

2007-08-20T19:34:00.000+08:00

beer in camp from specialists' mess is only $1.20 per 330 ml tiger beer can.

good stuff. compare with 12 bucks a pint at pubs.

not good stuff for a alcohol gugujiao like me.

yeah i know drink in camp is rather pigu cos no girls at all.

but well the fact being me having no girls is validity in itself to drink up isnt it hahahaahahha

tyitytyityityitynityni6i56

2007-08-19T21:16:00.000+08:00

I think a lot. sometimes, there is a nudging pang in me, hinting to me that maybe, just perhaps, i am indeed thinking too much.

yes, upon hearing that blasphemous utterance, fanatical proponents of some revolutionary secret Descratesian movement would exclaim aloud in overpowering disbelief and vilifying vitriol, while emphasizing again the infallible, metaphysical rule that is "I think, therefore I am", so concomitant with the development of the human soul. Without processing the continuous intake of sensory input, one would be a sorry excuse of a human, some ersatz being of intelligence in some eternal state of the sedate.

yet i imperil myself by saying again that perhaps I am thinking too much. so many trains of thought are running, that Paul Theoreoux would throw away his Riding the Iron Rooster away in hapless surrender, for fear of widespread avian flu. i believe the subways and Tubes and Metros (Isetans) of the world are but a monomer in the gargantuan polymeric subway map of my mind.

it may be subconscious pride that I am declaring myself a Thinker, but please be safely assured that it is never on the turf of my conscious mind. indeed, it was great hubris that was the iconic trademark of tragic Greek heroes, the heights that enabled the falls, the flights that burned the wings, the smelly feet that had those vulnerable Heels.

on the ironic contrary, I am, as seen at the start of this pompous, self-satisfying masturbatory discourse, that I am actually quite ashamed and disgusted by this fact. one should not think so much. i think that (cheebye) there is power in the unthinking instinct, the inbuilt ability of the mind to choose the correct choice at the right time. the mindless, raging bull that destroys all the jade chopsticks and Tang Dynasty plates and condemned, recalled, poisonous Mattel plastic toys in a china shop (complete with cheap labor toiling at Nike shoes) is actually correct in its unthinking, the lack of Thinking Caps upon its head. Edward de Bono be damned, the bull is doing what is stereotypically expected of its species; it is achieving its preset goal. that is one characteristic of Highly Successful People/Animals. if it thought, it would have hesitated, and the china shop owners would have set their knives upon it, with some diluted oxtail soup with suspect additives as a result.

thus, as belonging to a masculine branch of human beings, we must follow whatever is expected of us. alas, heed the Neanderthal in all our us, follow the inner Top Dog, become the Alpha Male, be the grunting unthinking caveman bringing back Flame grilled Medium Rare Ribeye Steak of Sabre-toothed Tiger.

indeed, perhaps the above is just a rather extended and lengthy inquiry about my own sexual tendencies, for in the guilty sinful indulgence of excessive thinking, I have fallen from grace, becoming an outcast of the Masculine gender, some LiangShanBo heretic who is not male enough, some gay, tight clothing-donning Lucifer Morningstar walking with protruding buttocks and a dangling hand upon a loose feeble wrist

in conclusion,
I AM GAY

gunkotyomt6dod5

2007-08-07T23:25:00.001+08:00

update update.

yesterday was my first ever true supernatural encounter. yeah i might have told some of you how i heard chinese opera music at 2am in tekong, but thats hear only so not so exciting.

yesterday was staying in and sleeping in camp. slept early at 9pm, was thinking haha can sleep from 9pm to 7am is damn song. then at about 1.30am i awoke suddenly for no reason, and was rather quite awake. like suddenly from sleeping mode to awake mode, with not much transition. like change gear from 1 immediately to 4.

then i tried to get up (dunno why i wanted to), but found i could not. i know normally when ppl get ya1 they will see some black shit on their chest and really feeling some pressure upon them. but maybe mine special. its just like my limbs have lost the ability and strength to get myself up. i could only manage some gay half sit-up position that ppl normally hold it there to train abs.

so i struggled there for damn long. but not really scared for some reason. quite hard to breathe too. so i just spasmed there scolding wad the fuck cheebye in my head for some time. finally the thing was gone, and i finally got up with sudden ease.

exciting right. better still, before this one of my friends slept the same spot, and experienced the exact same thing of getting ya1-ed. exactly same, complete with unexplained weakness of limbs and not seeing any black thing.

well, my dad was luckier, he had this thing complete with black thing on his chest when we were staying in some old hotel in taiwan.

now after some time since this event thing, the more i think about it, the more hum i get. could have died in my attempts to get up by dying due to lack of air or something. exciting sias.

anw today when gg home was told to get out at tampines mrt and was told no more service to pasir ris. seems like someone committed suicide at tampines mrt. not bad sias. now little rgs girls and emo boys with long fringes wont have to slice their wrist and carve Life is Pain on their arms with penknives anymore. just follow the hype and jump at mrt stations. not bad sias.

cfh tjhrhjs

2007-07-31T20:19:00.000+08:00

i am the king of the last minute, doomed forever to belated action, delayed realization, sudden change-of-hearts.

but perhaps there is nothing wrong with the last minute after all; perhaps it will be the longest and most meaningful minute ever, since because it is the last, perhaps it will last

2007-07-30T20:06:00.000+08:00

mikhail gorbachev is now spokesman and icon for LV. hurray for Perestroika and Glasnost

2007-07-29T21:34:00.000+08:00

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2007-07-28T10:01:00.000+08:00

driving is fun

tnkitritro6

2007-07-24T00:00:00.000+08:00

my cheebye computer is finally repaired. damn damn ultimate happy. had already lost all hopes, even bought a external hdd to back up my stuff, but discovered my gay com could not even detect the external hdd.

so contacted this repair guy at random, thinking how it was a waste of money to have a guy come down just to medically pronounce my computer dead and erase all my stuff from my computer forever.

but the guy was damn good. super patient and kind. its the type of guy you will never dream of scolding him. hes just like a nice bear like thing. ok a bit gay but really hes just like a kind helpful guy.

and he recovered my com to its original pre-screwedup state, and even gave me some of his free helpful programs that he thought would help me/i would find interesting.

damn good. 3 hours of service, for only 60 bucks.

im not advertising or something, but next time your comoute turns gay, i highly recommend him.

http://www.acesservice.com/

zai max. first time some thankful and satisfied by a repair person