sexyback

First of all, congratulations to Hadi Mirza fer winning the title of the pioneer competition of Asian Idol. I am most certainly proud of our local music scene fer at least trying a bit harder in recent times, allowing them to be more recognized overseas, of course, despite the posers that surface once in a while.

Onto soccer. Yes, soccer. I was once a very young and avid fan of the game, playing and spectating, neither of which I have done of late. Well, a shout-out to all Manchester United fans reading. Yes, we will win this time. We shan't be threatened by ARSEnal and LOSERpool. CHELSEA too. What? Oh yeah. Well, it's a girl's name.

With so much free time, I've currently decided to spend at least a bit of it on exercise. I guess that low-carb diet's a good warm up, seeing how I've got more energy and willpower to actually get down on the floor. Static stations aren't a problem. I can see now that running is though. Even with Timbaland's Shock Value as a step tempo, I could shamefully squeeze out 20 minutes or so. My comfort reason was that I did it on an empty stomache. =P

Spent an entire day at the National Service Resort & Country Club after doing some praying at the temple at Ubi. Bowling was on the schedule, although not fer long. Suck at the game, man... I miss haven't my own ball. And house balls sure hurt the thumb after 3 consecutive games. Rest of the hours were killed by waiting on the couch outside the fruit machine room with the PSP. Damn, if I knew the weather would've lightened up, I'd have brought my midcuts fer a dive or hog up the steam room... Sigh.

apologize

Ya know how some songs just get stuck in yer head fer a coupla days straight 'cos the lyrics're somethin' ya can relate to...? This is one of them. And it always appears to act like some sort of soundtrack to a certain phase of the year.

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Stupid Writer's Guild. This brings me back to the childhood story of the fox who lost its tail in a bear trap and when on to tell the other foxes that it was a trend to lose it. Thanks to the strike, anime translations have slowed down and serials like Heroes have ceased upon a cliffhanger(then again, the end of EVERY episode is a cliffhanger). However, I doubt Singapore's media industry is supporting this. Like many have said, our people only know how to take advantage of setbacks.

Other countries:
"Oh my goodness, a car accident!"
People whip out their phones to dial fer the ambulance.

Singapore:
"Oh my goodness, a car accident!"
People whip out their phones to save the car plate number to buy 4D later on.

Also, it could be that we don't produce enough good quality shows to be considered part of the group.

In other news, a shooting had occured in the state, Colorado, earlier this week. It ended when the security guard managed to put him down. Now, here's the thing, I know that in America, nearly every Tom, Dick, Harry, Peter, Clark, Bruce or Tony would be able to purchase fer a gun at legal age with enough money and qualifications fer handling. But why in the world would the church's security guard be carrying a gun(although it helped prevent more deaths) in the first place? In fact, why do churches need security guards? Or any other religious place of worship? It's not because I'm an atheist but just wondering as a person, if you're already at a place like that where everyone is trying to repent/confess/whatever, you'd at least think that the current states of everyone's minds is at least pure. And don't gimme that:

"Sir, I'm afraid you can park here."
"Oh yeah and why is that, old man?"
"Because I have the gun?"

Anyway, that was just two pennies' worth. The guy's a hero after all, sort of. He said it was because he had God. Wow, I mean, what can you say to that...

"I'm going to kill everybody here because Christians caused the world's problems!"
"Hush. God is here."

Beats the Punisher or Daredevil any day. Apparently, the gunman got pushed so far that he snapped and directed all his negative energies on one specific thing, which is the reason why I stopped being a real asshole after secondary school and rather be the current bud of all jokes instead but that's an entirely irrelevant story altogether. It's like the difference of being morally and politically right. Like these guys who probably had a valid reason fer what they did and eventually got away with it.

Ahem. TO THE MOVIES! My fave. New Year's is coming and 2008 promises a load of highly anticipated flicks, top 2 being Iron Man and The Dark Knight(releasing superhero films really proves that money fuels their inspiration fer originality but we still buy it anyway =P). Others include Indiana Jones' and Rambo's new installments. You used to think that they were just hardcore and adventurous, now they're just crazy old men. Something that caught my eye was a teaser shown before The Golden Compass(IS THAT ALL?!?!?!), Cloverfield. I know it's like an equation derived from Godzilla, The Blair Witch Project and Lost. Still, tell me you're not intrigued:


Dude, how come we don't have parties like this?

PS: Dinner last night at Dempsey Hill was really, really impressive.

wet winter

Either we have a long way to go, or we've yet to discover our style, Carabenas. I strongly believe that we should, not say exactly, stick to a certain style. It may not be easy but at least we'll know that that's gonna be our most fitting sound. The sync is there so let's try something suitable. I'm open to ideas till we've tried whatever choices. Best bet's to sit together and filter the list.

Nothing new, the rain's washing constantly washing away my willpower to keep in shape. Thank goodness I was forcefully able to squeeze 90 lifts, 90 push-ups and 180 sets of leg-raising today. Dinner was duck porridge and then curry flavoured Maggi much later. Baby steps. Irresistable urges to fondle my left ear have caused slight bleeding and an annoying streak of stings, at least the redness is gone now. I suppose there was a bit of internal bleeding that just oozed out when I touched the wound. Enough about diet-Faced-Of-Death. Hairwise, the parents weren't keen about the center-parted/back-spiked 'do, so I reverted back to the side-parting yesterday, which now looks like it has an insanely long fringe compared to my fresh high-sloped crews. I shall pardon the pokes about my physical emoness fer the greater good.



PS: The video is in no way depicting my mental state. It's just a nice song I'm putting up with the literal take on the title, Monsoon, based on the weather and the triggered remembrance of the fact that Greg told me he saw someone who looked like me today, who turned out to be a girl(thanks alot -_-). Plus it makes my post look longer.

day in a life of a nerdy bumming fashionista starring mad dayman

Yesterday, had lunch with my folks at Paragon's Dôme. 2-word review: tasteful toast. The bread on their sandwiches and soup were friggin' awesome. We were there because my father had an x-ray taken the day before and were on our way to collect it. Turns out his consecutive ultra-pains he suffers every night were due to spinal bone fragmentation. Now, it's not as serious as it sounds, bones do turn fragile as aging occurs. But it's not that I'm not worried, too. -_-"

While they were at the hospital awaiting the results, I took the opportunity to walk over to Heeren do get my ear-piercing, which has been delayed from lack of reason to leave the house, done. Of all the time in the world, the day and time I decide to make an unnatural hole in my lobe, a buncha unnerving little girls in front of me make a queue fer fashionable mutilation as well. Besides the fact that I was the only guy in the entire 77th Street, neither the wait nor the squeals from them helped at all, being a virgin piercee. It's quite a late age, however, a new experience fer me, even though I grew up at a cosmetics shop that my mom worked at. A slight period of time was wasted on browsing the variety of funky rings, that by the way did not catch my eye, little did I know there were only a set of default studs to pick from fer ears or noses or whatever body part you intend on piercing through. The lady had the cheek to even ask which side I wanted, such an unfunny joke. The feeling was awfully similar to the blood test, eeee~.

I know it's nothing flashy, I'll do my shopping.

So, like, anyway, much later I was dropped off at Kev's, where I initally had half the heart to go to since everytime I go to his place, it's like 10 minutes of multiplayer and the rest of the day of do-yer-thang. Regardless, I arrive and we hunt giant baboons on Monster Hunter 2. Bows suck in that game, man, totally. Thankfully after that, Mythbusters was on TV. Yay. You learn new things everyday, interesting inventions, strange facts and what the future holds. Like I always new crocodiles were ambush predators, leave the water and they won't chase you, so you don't even have to bother making yer zigzagged route of escape. I also always new that you can't fold any piece of paper more than 7 times, which I in turn know that some of you will try as soon as you read and brutally forced upon the sheet the 8th fold, which probably won't even count in a fair experiment because the item now looks damn fucked up. Only while watching the Discovery Channel will you wonder why science was never this fun in school. If anyone were to reenact a miniature flaming "accident" of the Hindernburg to find out if the cause is mainly due to the hydrogen gas or paint on the derigible, the result would be charges against arson. And yer parents would probably disown you fer driving the car into the swimming pool on purpose due to the itching curiosity on whether a car door is able to open under pressure... Whatever. Then came Future Weapons, what an awesome documentary series. Screw the patriot missiles and massive guns, I was into DragonSkin. It's a new product currently being tested by the US military, kinda like the next generation of bullet proof vests. Sure beats D30 super foam, that's like extreme memory foam. Just when ya think Earth's technology's nearing its peak, you witness the unthinkable like this as well. War might well be brought back down to hand-to-hand combat tactics after ammunition is rendered useless. Who knows.

Enough dreaming. Skip channels to MTV. Boiling Points and Wanna Come In? are so painful to watch, yet you can't stop watching them. Plus celebrities these days give a whole new meaning to stardom, definitely not a good one. Take My Chemical Romance fer example, I dunno what their problem is but their full-band attendance record fer live performances hasn't been that good lately if not at all. Don't get me started on Britney's situation...

Dinner was Mac's(from Ara, thanks dude...) and KFC delivery again. Oh my goodness, it's the umpteenth time I've eaten their food and the umpteenth time I'm telling myself to stop. Neverending story... Lotsa talk about tattoos in the midst of waiting fer the king of lateness to arrive(Khairul, duh) before we breezed the night away with army talk, Street Fighter and techno music. Also debated the true gender of Tokio Hotel's lead singer.

Okay, ended up in Tampines till 8AM this morning. Took a cab home. The End. Yes. I just woke up, what else do you want me to say? Now go spend yer time watching Dane Cook.

PS: Longest post title ever!

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The Linkin Park concert live at the Singapore Indoor Stadium was something that I miraculously left out in my November summary. Guess it's possible to leave out a highlight like this when you're cramming it all in a single post. Here are some photos:










And some other less significant ones:

Pictures are courtesy of Amanda. =)

resistance is futile

Late nights + unhealthy diet = I look like shit.

Must... Wind... Bio... Clock...

PS: Most ecstatic moment that happened this week has got to be wearing my iPod into the campus, dumping the disc on the lecturer's table and walking out as Night Drive by All-American Rejects came on. Second would be a tie between constant inbox message rush fer model assignments and anxiously waiting fer the next jamming session.

Nothing else can get boring once you've tried catching prawns on an empty tummy.

Yeah, that's my mom trying her luck at the prawn pond(say that 5 times fast) in Bottle Tree Park. And the beer's all mine. =D

I laid on my bed

Stomache down and I felt a sharp vibration. It was a beetle.

YMCA

Like how all wedding dinners should start. Late. We all arrived a half hour after the given time. Sure was an eye-opening experience similar to primary school on racial harmony day. It's definitely the first time in my life I've ever danced to bhangra as well. Thanks to Sameer and his jovial cousins...

PS: Fantastic food. Now it's time to dream about vomitting limitless beer foam. Zzzz...