daddycation

100 Days

Fingers scalded with ashes and wax
Face turned red with heat
A hundred nights have come to pass
Sure was no easy feat

Eyes dazed by the dancing flames
Memories in the fire
No other loss had equal cost
Cushioning the dire

Decisions and paths to make and take
New heads I seek fer view
Even so, won't fail to ask
What would my father do

Lend me strength fer I am young
Dare not declare a man
Learning all through heart and mind
Maturing, I still am

More truths have come to unfold
Been led out from the blind
Painful rays emerge in burst
If only there's rewind

Forgiveness is what I request
Fer doubting, was confound
Now, I live yer name in pride
The tree will be unbound

~Yer eldest son

one love

Too much Nintendo.



Seriously, I dunno where to start. My room is just one trapezium shaped litter box right now, excluding the cat poop. It's not like I can just throw the entire load down the chute. The filtering process sounds so long and tiresome even just thinking about it. Not to forget that in addition, the DS has been luring away much of my time. Like that's not enough trouble, my Japanese notes are lying somewhere and I'm lagging behind on homework by 3 weeks.

Now, like I always say... IN OTHER NEWS, dispute over maritime boundaries have been settled with the sovereignity of Pedra Branca being awarded to Singapore while Middle Rocks went to Malaysia. Well, I dunno about you but I certainly feel that the latter sounds like a much cooler place.

PS: Oh, that's the name of my Japanese class.

negatively described

Yesterday, a biker skidded to a crash just outside my condo while I was pacing my way home under the sparse shade. Had my iPod on at max but I still heard him so I'm assuming he went at a pretty fast speed. I'm not accusing him of being reckless or anything, it could be the darn intense heat fer all you know. It was quite scary seeing him on the road with his left leg pinned under the vehicle. Fortunately, he was able to stand even before I made it to him. Noticed some missing skin but other than that, he looked alright. The silence was due to him being stunned. The rest of the damage accounted fer were a broken brake handle and rear view mirror. I'm not reporting this story to boast as a good samaritan(provided if good samaritans actually boast). I'm just damn surprised that such people like the stupid taxi driver in front of us did not offer a hand and waited fer us to move by the side before he carried on with his passenger-hunting. What a fucktard. Anyway, I hope the dude's okay.

Just when I thought I'd seen enough blood fer the day, comes a call from my mother with an aghast tone, mentioning the loss of our dog within the premises of the estate. She returned to the flat with Victory(ironic once you're done reading this sentence) before I could take any form of action, with a bloody nose. What happened was this dumbass spoilt dog dragged her by the hand to chase some puny pooch that ran from some irresponsible maid's hands, who was pre-occupied in a chat session with her fellow countrywomen. It was then my mom fell face first into the stone path when she lost her balance. Who knew the trip downstairs was suckier than I initially have heard. Some dick apparently fell off the curb all by his clumsy old self and when my mom approached to help him up, the mofo accused her of scaring him with our cunning canine and demanded compensation fer his injuries. He then related(and changed) the story upon reporting to the management, saying that my mom let our dog charge at him when he was jogging. Horribly unbelievable, ain't it? In this world, really exists a considerable percentage of people who are still alive because it's illegal to kill.

Then there comes people you don't wanna kill but naturally annoy yer every working nerve. Eugene Loo Boon Chong, I know you're being really thoughtful in initiating a discussion to plan Alvin's birthday, which is coming this Saturday. And it's not like we're not very keen on celebrating his coming of 22 but could you at least come up with a good plan before giving us the news? It's bloody idiotic ya know. Saying you dunno and suggesting a lunch just isn't gonna cut it, especially when you end the conversation with the update of yer own dinner plans which you failed to mention in the first place. I thought the army would've at least taught you something about how to plan properly. And something is really telling us that it's not the lack of effort but more on how yer brain works... Pfft.

PS: If you guys hardly donate yer change, don't comment on Yao Ming on being stingy with 500,000 yuan to aid the China quake victims.

wearing my getting-fat clothes

Figured that if I'd waited to be done with the packing of stuff in my new room, I'd totally not get down to typing a new post fer forever.

Nothing new besides hitting the theatres, moving furniture and playing with my virtual dogs when I'm not driving. Of course, school's already back as part of my life if you haven't already found out. On a more worldly base, we are all obviously starting to feel the primary effects of global warming. Doesn't it make you wanna go all emotional and sing Michael Jackson's Earth Song?

PS: Still, it feels like a pretty good time to get a tan. Also, I dunno whether to take being called Harold as an honest compliment or not...

clickclickclickclickclick

Was late fer my first day of class as I mixed my own schedule with Amanda's. Thankfully, it was realized. School was okay, the module looks like it's gonna be a breeze but making friends doesn't seem likewise. Only time can tell. Still, it was a pretty monotonous virginal lesson. With all my bottled anticipation, I'd thought class would be more exciting. At least the lecture theatre is awesome.

Woot. Got my new Sony Ericsson W910i Walkman phone today. My bro re-signed fer a 2000 SMS free plan while I got the baby. Thanks to Mommy.

I'm so lethargic. Think I should stick to spectacles fer a bit.

PS: Tori Q sure hit the spot fer today's lunch. =)

dozed off in contacts again

I got my new queen-sized Japanese-styled bed frame, inclusive of the mattress, which was sold separately. Duh. Wardrobe also purchased from Nova, with a built-in mirror. My new room is starting to take shape and before we move in on May 12th, I've got ideas on painting the wall behind my bed's location a light shade of rose. Of course, it's gonna be self-service, with contractors costing quite a sum.

May Day was spent looking fer a fitting television set, fridge and washing machine, plus the purchase of my brother's bed. What a tiresome trip.

Oh and go catch Iron Man, guys... Commenting it to be 'very cool' will be an understatement.

PS: School starts tomorrow morning! Not Japanese, not driving. REAL SCHOOL.

you must be this tall

Good news: the house is rented out and my mom helped retrieve my ear-stud thread!

Bad news: Family politics, the worst kind.

PS: End of story, it's not like I'm gonna spell everything out fer ya... It's bad fer the heart anyway. Plus it's much more serious than it sounds.

up in the sky

It's the end of the night and I'm now holding a record of 3 posts on the same day, that's if you wanna count the one I had done after midnight fer 25th.

It's also the first time in my entire life that I've seen a shooting star. It wasn't very impressive but rare, it still was. I didn't really have anything big to wish fer at that moment so I just blurted fer me to pass my final theory on my next attempt. Anyway, it's a tell-tale sign that if I've got nothing to wish fer, I must be very easily contented. Besides, it's all just an old wife's tale. Who's to say if it's seriously a good thing(western) or a bad omen(eastern) to witness a passing meteorite?

PS: Can't open the sink trap till tomorrow. -_- We've got people coming over to take a look at the house again and we don't want any leaks.

no way

It seems pretty stupid to "scream" while I'm typing so I'm not gonna do it but I am screaming really really hard to myself on the inside fer dropping the thread of my ear stud into the sink. Guess I'll be spending the night removing the trap to retrieve it, provided it went down that way and not into the rest of the plumbing. This is worse than last night when the box of chips slipped outta my hand in the cinema. At least I was full then.

Can you understand what it feels like right now? And I'm REALLY REALLY hungry.

PS: >:(

catch'em cook'em eat'em

Here I am, still in the chair with greasy hair, yet to step into the shower fer fear of losing my blogging vibe.

I just thought I'd let you guys know it's pretty much the same old since last post, except that I wasted my time reading up on my driving final theory, only to fail it fer a second time. It's not that I didn't try and it's not like I'm stupid or anything. I've checked it over at least twice and I couldn't spot a simple careless choice of answer. Maybe I really did overlook some points to note. Whatever it is, the next one is coming up in June and I'm gonna head fer 4 mock tests slots before then to secure a pass in this, hopefully, last attempt.

Sorry, YQ, fer the recording part. Ya know how it is when you get over-conscious about some parts and have to redo them till you get the perfect sound? I know we're just doing raw samples now but it really peeves me a little if I can't get in sync.

A little movie called Doomsday to take away the bottled stress and anxiety from consecutives days on the driving topic plus about half an hour from my brother. This is just a big brother talking but I've tried letting him off the leash more than once fer now as I'd thought it'd be a different and nice approach but he's such an asshole. Are all younger brothers like that? I should really stop being polite, polite people get walked all over these days, especially by younger brothers. I'm not gonna literally beat some sense into him or anything like that. Maybe someone out there will do the job fer me, just to set his attitude straight. He's definitely not the kind of person to learn from home so I suppose it'd be best. Again, not evil, just honest... Back to the movie, it's pure angry action. Mostly very satisfying because there were a tribe full of furious punks with 80s hairdos that did the shouting fer me, in the film of course. If you're looking fer something like Underworld without the vampires and werewolves, a pinch of The Village, plus Resident Evil if you replace the zombies with hardcore hooligans, then this is the one fer you. It sounds a little off on the script but fer a flick released without the typical anticipation from the media, it's quite good. After all, it's British.

Tomorrow'll probably be another day with the family. With the contractors done with the new unit, it's about time we looked around fer some furniture. I'm gonna upgrade to a queen-sized bed. Yay.

high hopes had

Don't expect much before watching The Forbidden Kingdom; it's basically Karate Kid plus Neverending Story with a touch of that Final Fantasy element, i.e. a party of four with at least one female member on a journey to defeat an evil lord. Other than that, it's fairly decent fer the "chosen one" genre. I've seen better oriental exclusives though...

First time I walked my dog since ever. He's such a stubborn fella when it comes to sniffing. Not complaining about picking the droppings but it's definitely different from Nintendogs(duh!).

Nothing of much significance before that, there's my IC collection and my cheque fer the job as an extra, which turned out to be a misunderstanding on instructions, apparently it wasn't supposed to be used as a direct exchange fer my pay but so that they can start processing my money upon receiving proof. Meaning I'll have to make another trip down.

PS: That's if you guys bothered.

i am jack's corroding dynamite

There once lived a boy, who in legality should be labelled as a young man, a fine one at that but he carries himself as one who's young at heart, thus personally not considering himself an adult despite his handling with various people, let's call him Curtainface. He loves playing games, not the political kind, instead, the simple video console type if you may... Although seemingly lost in his own world at times, little does the family know that it was an alternative to temporarily escape from reality, which can really be harsh, especially during these fragile years.

Curtainface was a Piscean with a rather kindhearted soul. Many a time he can be seen playing peace-keeper among various groups. Relatives have complimented him on his righteous and fair virtues. However, warned him that having such an extremely pure personality would have its, sad to say, downfall. In the current society, such attitude would be treated as mere naivety and taken advantage of. Curtainface turned a deaf ear to the admonishments. He brushed them off his shoulders, disbelieving such despicability. Often he would debate on principles, providing win-win solutions fer every situation, acting like idolistic hero he tried crafting himself to be. Many friends discouraged him, commenting on how hard he attempts on living a fairytale. Is it so hard to live by yer own set of rules?, he spoke to himself, And besides... He had always thought that more people like him would make Earth a much friendlier place to live in. Seemed rather big, Curtainface was not one to blurt such a thing without deeming it logical though. He strictly lives by a code: to formulate right from wrong through mediation and evaluate the scenario, even if he himself is involved. He knows when to say sorry, as he looks from outside the picture, something a handful of characters are not capable of doing. A couple of individuals would strongly disagree to following something so fixed but it's his opinion, it's natural, not something Curtainface learnt from a self-improvement book. He regards them as a load of horse-crap. These writers are making a mountain of moolah off stupid idiots, common(or uncommon) sense is born with, not cultivated. In a funny way, he's Judge Dredd without the muscles, violence and ego.

As he grows older, he loses faith in his morals since he's usually not taken seriously with his feminine facial features and socially docile approach but holds on. The deepest wounds are not ones that have been intentionally aimed at him but from shielding to bear the burden of unhappiness brought onto his beloved ones. If I can't tame them, might as well break them up when they bark. Everyone in the Curtainface circle is still oblivious to the fact that, inside, his rope is about to snap. He keeps it in. Very implosive, I must say. They hammer him like a wall, chipping off the paint bit by bit, revealing the hardy bricks. They use him like kevlar to repel bullets, cracking him up with holes to see through from. They toss him like a boomerang, only not to catch it upon return but let it hit the ground and break. They put him up like a fence fer their own protection and bends with the heavy force.

The community doesn't pay attention to people who give precautions about their limits because it's just a warning to back off so they wouldn't be forced to really have to do it. On the other hand, people who explode do not give off signs until it's pretty much too late. What if I tell them? I know I'm about to break. Will they be prepared? Will they even care? See, there's the problem. If someone who will definitely go boom tells on himself, how many will be wary? And as logic states, if the only one siding you is you, you've gotta be the crazy one. However, there have been rare occasions with similar standings in the opposite manner. Now that I've considered that and listed it out, which one am I?

An insane person won't think himself as insane. A drunk person won't admit that he's drunk. It's like when you're dreaming, the one question you always overlook is...

"Am I dreaming?"

Now, Curtainface is currently living a monotonous life(like comic book character, Bruce Banner, better known as the Incredible Hulk's human self) as a bumming student. His eyes are now more open. Untastefully cliche indeed, he now banks on the phrase:

"No more Mr. Nice Guy."

Might as well call in the riot police.



PS: Driving was very fun, very easy. The enthusiasm all died down with 2 and a half hours of queueing fer a provisional driver's licence. And I hope you guys took the time to read my story, making my effort worthwhile. Lovely, isn't it? Ya know so much and yet ya know nothing now. =)

port and stern

The call never came. T_T I'm assuming the parent's got some tight budget fer his kid. Some sad story I could conjure in my head but more in my mind is the search fer a solution on how not to live of my mother's money. Modelling as an extra definitely isn't gonna cover my expenses. Which reminds me, I'll go down to Park Mall some time this week to collect my measly cheque.

My driving practical starts this Thursday. The stage I've been waiting fer is finally here. Judging from the consecutive slots filled in on the calendar, I should be able to drive my mom's recently purchased Honda Jazz, which will be arriving at our doorstep cum June, before the year ends. Or any of my aunts' BMWs, fresh from the oven. Can't shop fer clothes without checking the entire mall out first and you can buy an automobile on the spot. Whatever in the world gives...

Amanda bought a new pink Canon IXUS 80 while we were at AudioHouse, Liang Court, yesterday. An advanced birthday gift from her father, with his card. So lucky being a girl in this era... I could bring that to a debate but I just won't because I'm getting lazy. Maybe it's the weekend off from exercise. The initial feeling of blood pumping has now cooled down to mellow sloth. I highly doubt the effects are from cranberry vodka, which we were bought by a friend of Alyssa's who signed us into St. James'. It was a free entry so I thought it'd be cool to check it out. The place was rather nice and welcoming fer a night scene. Ah, the nostalgic air, filled with smoke and dried ice, cigarettes and body odour. The fights at the carpark where awesome cars lined up with thumping stereos. Still, not my kinda crowd. And the girlfriend did not feel at all comfortable wearing My Little Pony into a club, even with new heels. Fortunately, we were then given a lift after our drinks from Sharon to Eunos, where I chose to take a cab. Not bad fer a day that didn't have a chokehold on my wallet.

Oh yeah, Street Kings is a pretty cool movie. I'm starting to see patterns among actors and how they choose to act in films. Keanu Reeves has the "I-know-what-shit-I'm-getting-myself-into-but-I-don't-care-how-much-damage-will-be-inflicted-upon-me-because-I-know-it's-the-right-thing" look, in a stoned way.

PS: Can't wait to try our new recording system!

diurnal

Been trying to adjust to proper sleeping hours and I've successfully rose from bed at 10-ish A.M. fer the past two days... Hopefully, I'll keep this up and completely convert into a morning person. That'll definitely be good. Starting to realize that nightlife isn't all hard up like it used to be and there's more to be done with the sun around. I'll start with tanning. Soon.

Gotta start on the Jap homework... -___-

And oh, Definitely, Maybe is a movie similar to the storyline of Mamma Mia, fer those who's caught the play. You could wait a little longer, I hear the remake on film will be released soon...

PS: Thanks, Dhaniah, fer yer call on the tuition. You're an angel to my income. Now, I just hope I'm being considered. I dislike waiting fer a return call.

notice

Obviously, this blog's title is getting a little too emo fer yer tastes and mine. This is an announcement to let you readers know that I'll be changing it before the following weekend. Decision of a new name has yet to be confirmed. You will be alerted personally once I've thought of it. You could post a reminder on the tagboard, it'll make my life alot easier. =D

PS: The past two days were nothing more than grave-visiting and I have no idea how to log about such events. 0_0" And oh, I don't think I'll be eating sushi fer a while. Last Friday's buffet was a bit too much(between 20 to 30 coloured plates, excluding sides, compliments and dessert), had my fair share from the rise of rice prices though. Besides, the service at EastPoint's Sakae really put me off. I did not pay 10% extra fer bitch charge.

This ain't even half of it... Gotta watch the stomach. =P

cluelessly enthusiastic

Took a trip down by car to the campus fer a tour yesterday. We got a little lost and confused with Stirling Road fer a bit as its divided into two. Mommy dropped me off at the lobby and I made my way through the sheltered areas as it was raining mighty heavily. Met up with my baby at the library where she told me that there was nothing much to see. So sad. The whole place looks pretty comfortable to me though, despite the weather. Took a bus down to IKEA fer lunch, had the usual salmon and meatballs. Browsed the showrooms fer inspiration but it was all in vain, I still have yet to come up with a proper design plan fer my new room. Oh well, there's still time. The agency had to spoil the day here with a call mentioning something about a document I had to pick up fer the commercial shoot. Rushed down to Park Mall where they made me wait fer a stupid piece of paper. And they weren't even busy enough to not offer a minute of their time fer me. Asses. Whatever. Still made it in time fer Japanese class. Yay, new classroom. A few familiar faces too.

So much fer beauty sleep, I woke up to an annoying default alarm tone from my phone. Spent the night before re-editing personal ringtones and I had forgotten to slot the card back in. Put it fer snooze every 15 minutes till I received a message from the agency to arrive an hour earlier than scheduled, thanks to the client. Thankfully, I made it in time, even with the packing of spare attire and the doing of my hair. Clarke Quay really is quite different in the afternoon as compared to its night scene. Almost would've felt like a Sunday at Orchard Road if I wasn't there fer "work". A mere 50 bucks to star as an extra in the crowd, walking along the fountain area. I would say it's mostly fer experience, at least I roughly know how the media works now... The start of the shoot didn't really involved me among others so I decided to talk this guy up to ask some questions since he was in the same part as me but he ended up being some Chinese-educated guy so I had a major communication problem. And ya know how it is to strike up a conversation with strangers so you won't feel so alone but at the same time don't wanna start too early as the day could drag and you guys might have to spend a little more time with each other than expected, only to suffer in a terribly awkward silence? Yup~ Things turned out fer the better when I was coupled with this 19 year old girl who was a relief teacher and a kickboxing student. She looked really feminine but she sounded like a boy reaching puberty. Then there was another lady who I tried to talk to an obviously picking a bad artist that I am, asked the question with the most possibly uncomfortable comeback. She was this 31 year old mother who already has a son, never went clubbing before and has never had a migraine her entire life, or so she proclaimed. She initially rebutted with, "Definitely older than you." but I was too afraid to guess her actual age. Age can be such a touchy topic. I realised it wasn't really to her, not because she's that old but she talks too much. There was this silent agreement among the other models' eyes saying she was getting too close. However, she was nice. The third female was someone called Kelly... She's 28. That's all I knew. She didn't look very interesting. -_-

The 4 of us took a stroll down to City Hall after another long wait(seems like their favourite game to play, we waited fer about an hour and a half before actually being called into the shoot) fer the choreographer's signature to approve of our attendance so we can get our cheap cheques. Fortunately, I was able to split ways upon arriving at Dhoby Ghaut, PictureHouse, where I sat to cool off from the crazy sun and walk my Nintendog Dalmatian while waiting fer Amanda to be done with her appointment and have dinner together. I was super hungry because I had to rush down to the set that did not need me to rush down. Had a chunky peanut butter sandwich and a whole bottle of water before leaving my house so you could've guessed, with my metabolism rate, how empty I was when the clock struck 6. We hit Paradiz first fer a bite and then check out the comic shop. My orders have not been publishing in recent months. T_T

PS: Yay, free tickets to Definitely, Maybe on Monday!~ Free seating though... And I picked up a $50 voucher fer Jumbo Seafood Restaurant on the way home, which I think is actually redundant since it's practically a family business. =P Also, finally received my school time-table, now I just need Excel to view it... -.-"

(yer title here)

It's just one of those days where you stay home, all stoned on the sofa. The television set isn't even turned on but you stare at it anyway since it's the only object you're facing and you don't really wanna work yer neck. The only effort put in before this was the redirection of the fan. Air-conditioners don't start up quick enough so you make do with mechanically pushed air against yer body to take the mind off the humidity. Something is seriously wrong with the weather. Even last week there had been rumors going on that it was hailing in Ang Mo Kio. That's a little far-fetched fer me but there's still a weird cycle here.


Another reason fer me to stay in is the mere fact that I have frequented town a bit too much. I won't be expecting to catch anything new along the streets or in the malls in the coming days, even fer the movies. And I'm not saying Singapore's getting boring or whatever because I know there are still places I've yet to check out in the recent times but they aren't exactly conveniently located. And ya know how it is when the day gets by so fast when there's a plan but ever so slowly when you ain't thought of shit...

Thinking of reading a book. I said 'THINKING'.

PS: Number 1, if you must go to the cinemas this week, may I suggest The Bucket List. Number 2, if you have a sudden craving fer SuperDog, kill it. 3, I think I'm gonna save some cash fer a pair of Buffalo jeans after spectating their runway show on Saturday. Maybe I should get a job once my schedule fer class is out.



Lastly, I just wanna share with you the amount of fun you can have with simply amusing products like the Bubble Ball. Those in our age group'll probably now what it is. ^_^ Sure brings back yer childhood.

worth a read

Although I can strongly stand by the fact that I can summarize these stories in a coupla words, I suggest you go through these articles on how teenagers nowadays are aware of loud music damaging their hearing but still tune their mp3 players to the max and a sad case of a female Wal-Mart employee who had her medical expenses recouped if you really care about current affairs that are semi-important(although the woman's story is really really sad and FUCKED and should be passed around).

And oh, Betty, since you miss local food so much I think I'll just post some dishes from time to time so you'll know what to yearn fer when you get back. Plus other retarded poses of facial silliness too. By the way, these were taken the day before I fell ill but I highly doubt food poisoning. It could very well have been an overdose of lime juice, not sure if it has that kinda effect though...





PS: I didn't go to the doc's in the end. I feel slightly better as compared to yesterday. However, it still feels like I'm recovering from a Rasengan and the Jyuuken Hou Hakke Rokujyuuyon Shou. Okay, I watch too much Naruto fer my own good. And thanks, babe, I love the bear. :*

vantage point

So here's the story. It appears that the school I had been enrolled under was having irreversable logistic setbacks. First of all, I'll admit that it's my bad to have failed my remaining advanced diploma module, in turn, having got to re-unit it. During this period, I've been constantly chasing the office fer my first year diploma certificate which I had yet to receive. There was this funny system with a rule stating that students only receive both diploma certs and the advanced upon completing both levels. WTF RIGHT? I'm no professor but that sure as hell sounds to me like I've been held back to continue this path and they'll be taking my money as usual. The plot thickens. My mommy adviced me to inform them of some "jobs" I intended to take up so I needed to display some level of qualification. After delayed weeks of checking my record, I was told that I did not complete my first year, with the lack of 5 modules. Hoe. Lee. Sheet. Now, THAT was a shocker. Subsequent bitching and reprimandment of the clerks ensued, there were some results they were able to recover. Isn't that just fishy. It was never keyed in in the first place and now YEARS after, when I return upon completion of my National Service, they tell me they can at least find something that was left out. Who's to say I really really did badly fer that many topics? I'm pretty suspicious of that basis. It could all have been fabrication fer whatever reason... One clear reason to back me up is the fact that I'm NOW in the second year stage. No institute in the right mind'll let students progress to higher levels without achieving a pass in all subjects of the primary calibur. And here's the killer. There was a period of time where I was bumming around, contemplating on whether I should be re-doing my last module when they called to tell me I've yet to pay the fees fer my entire advanced diploma. Thanks fer throwing shit into my fan, I officially am not gonna enter that school anymore.

Checked MDIS out fer their courses on Information Technology. I'm so thankful that they not only accepted my grades but also allowed a partial exemption fer their diploma level. So, the situation now goes like this: 4 modules to pass get a diploma certificate, they may not all be in the same semester so it'll probably take a good 8 months, give or take, have yet to receive my time-table... It's asking fer too much fer another exemption from the advanced level, even with my result slips, seeing how that phase will be controlled strictly by the university but I'm not counting on the odds. Besides, it'll be better off to mix around a little with the class. I dislike being the lone wolf of the room. Back to the books on April 28th. I can't wait. It's like I got more than I bargained fer, in an awesome way.

Onto the sidelines with a review fer the movie of the same title as this post. Once again, I need to complain about the general population of cinema-goers. What in the friggin' world is wrong with you people? What's so funny? Here's a little background: the film takes place in Spain where world leaders are gathering fer a global agreement on acting against terrorism. The American President is then shot when he steps up to the microphone on the podium. The scenes then go as such that they play sides of the story from 8 different individuals' points of view, each ending with a minor cliffhanger before all have been shown and thus revealing the person behind this crime. So everytime a person's role has ended, the scene rewinds to 12pm, 10 minutes before the assassination. Some irritants in the theatre chuckle during these intermission. I dunno why. They make the rowdy lower secondary school kids on the excursion to Jumper look reasonable due to their cheeky youth. A cinema is a public place, stupid crows. If you intend on laughing at a non-comedy, I suggest the DVD shop or wait till it premiers on Channel 5.

Phew. Okay. So anyone who'd caught the flick will instantly notice that any show with Matthew Fox in it comes with major plot-twists, overwhelming cliffhangers and booming sound effects accompanied with simple transitions. And also curse him fer confusing us in one more production other than Lost, although he didn't direct them both.

PS: Down with what I assume is stomach flu, can't digest anything. All just comes straight out after a nap. Not feeling so good... I'll probably go see a doctor tomorrow if I don't get better. Gonna sleep in today.

out of batteries

Boys' day out.

Comparing our status to the last time the 4 of us went out together, I suppose you can say we're all slightly more awesome and less forlorn now. Boon, our fellow neighbourhood blur cock, is up and about, enjoying his stay-out military life and enrolling into learning leisure skills like dancing. Khairul, the God of Latecomers, was awarded Best Commander in Pulau Tekong. EngChye finally sick of clubbing, is finally having a fine balance between a good love life and the pay of a platoon sergeant. And I, finally have a girlfriend. All you bitches who thought I was gay, go fuck yerselves. No, I'm kidding. I accept apologies in physical form. =P

We went to watch Rule #1 as the double As were temporarily out of the picture. One is on a trip to Malaysia while the other was working. They don't fancy horror flicks, anyway, so no harm done... Should've recorded our faces throughout the movie. What a stressful film to spectate. The suspense was unbearable, some parts laughable though. I'm not gonna spoil it fer the rest with a proper review.

Not much was accomplished. There was a bit of pool here and there, plus some fighting games here and there as well. My skillz-dat-killz have deproved quite a bit. I suppose getting my geek level decreased must mean I've actually got a life now. Or a distracting fringe. Hehe.



The short but sweet outing ended with us splitting ways with secret handshakes. I took the train down to Kembangan where I walked through the park connector to get to my grandma's. Played around with my mother's laptop fer a bit while waiting fer them to finish their game of mahjong. My eyes were very dry by the time I got into my room. Not sure if it was the light playing tricks on me but I sure freaked out when I looked into the mirror. My eyes were ultra-reflective and it almost looked like I was displaying symptoms of heterochromia. Starting to get really conscious about my irises. I hope it's not due to wearing contacts fer long hours or staying up late on the computer.

PS: EngChye and I tried to walk to Marina Square from The Concourse today after seeing Alyssa's bus off from Golden Mile. What a mistake, especially in this weather but it could also be taken into account that we were partially disorientated. =P