stormy

With the wet weather back in progress, I would like to focus on a minor problem that has been around and everywhere. No no, people, I'm not talking about the flu but a "verbal enigma", or so to speak.

I shall be introducing 2 friends tonight; Mr. Thunder and Mr. Lightning. Of course, I'm not metaphorically referring to my guns, in which I'm metaphorically talking about my arms. It's the literal factors of storms here, which many people conveniently get confused between. Now, I'm not exactly feeling very uptight about the matter, it has, however, come to my attention upon discussing it with my brother a coupla days back since we made the very mistake of mixing up with the two as well. Why, is the question. Why does this maelstrom(haha pun) constantly befall on souls who are not in position to be English teachers? Alright. You saw this coming. I'm gonna use Pokémon as an example.

"Pikachu! Thundershock NOW!"

There's also Thunderwave, Thunderbolt and Thunder but it all still classifies under the same situation. It involves alot of electricity.

Okay, maybe I should pause fer a while to explain in lament terms to the anonymous oblivious characters reading this post now. Lightning is that huge flash in the sky, often forming temporary cracks of light, caused by static among rubbing clouds. Thunder is that loud sound you hear after that godly camera flash, usually happening a few seconds after, caused by sudden shifting in air molecules that bump into one another when they're pushed away fast and hard by the massive current.

Now that you see the difference, you can understand what I'm talking about. Although both these factors happen moments from each other in harsh weathers, it sounds kinda funny once you look into their define meanings. Now, listen.

"Thundershock!"

Now, even Pikachu's hesitant because he can't create a massive sonar explosion with his puny vocal cord that is strong enough to paralyze foes.

Done. Thank you fer reading this notice of awareness and I hope you all learnt something fruitful. I know it's not much but I'm sure you too know you'd fallen victim to this issue.

PS: Cue Room and Amber 21 with some of Amanda's classmates last night; Jaiy, Gold, Markus and Peter. This was all after Rani(another classmate of hers)'s baby's Hindu baptism(I dunno the actual name fer the ritual). Alcohol and late outings will never ever be a thing of the past.





Last picture:(from left)Markus, Peter, Gold, Amanda, Me and Jaiy.

coloured lenses have expired

Tuesday was spent at Pasir Ris, most of the time hanging around at DownTown East. Amanda and I had the Korean BBQ chicken which turned out tasting bloody awesome. It's just chicken fried in olive oil. Looks the same, tastes like a whole new world. Add in some spices with a side of salad and damn. Best lunch of the week. I could just be hungry. Nah. Was really good. After lunch came our movie, The Love Guru. It was like the Indian hippy version of Austin Powers. Still, Mike Myers humour is very funny. Oh and Benedict Seah was my usher. Guess it wasn't really a surprise, considering where he lives.

"Waitdonttakethepictureyet. Damn."

It started raining before we could leave fer a stroll back to the interchange. Good thing the weather sorta subsided within minutes and it lowered to a slight drizzle by the time we reached the canal, where we witnessed a kingfishers' buffet, with a large school of fish stranded and disorientated by the rushing rainwater out a certain big pipe. Our live documentary continued as we strolled into the park and took a coupla pictures of the scenery which seemed strangely nostalgic. Don't say army. We were in the mangroves fer a bit, watching birds and crabs, unfortunately without water snakes. =(

"GOT ONE! WOOT!"

They've been trying to swim up the pipe like Persians at the Hot Gates.

There's a lifeless pond by the right. You can't see it in this photo.

Mother Nature's with me on this one. Up yers.

When it got dark, it was back to White Sands where I bought a new sling bag(finally) fer school/other purposes. Black leather baby, with button catches. Plastic buckles are now a thing of my past. The surface still feels a little sticky though, hope it seasons out with shine soon.

Now, I want all my east side folks to know of this place. Istanbul Gourmet. It's been around fer a while but I didn't exactly bother trying it out till a few days back. The Chicken Roll is to die fer and the chef was initially from Hyatt so that says something. It's at the ground floor of Eastpoint, just next to the bicycle shop near the carpark entrance.

Rest of last night was standard. Walk dog around home. Walk girlfriend home. Walk myself back home.

Today, I made a trip down to Tampines Giant/IKEA with Mommy. Bought the long-anticipated metal racks and dustbin fer my room. Once I get those things on the shelves, there'd be sufficient space to accomodate my keyboard and its stand. Look forward fer pictures of my clean room(you'll have to wait fer quite a bit, haha).

I tuned in to Channel 5 to catch the repeat telecast of the Olympics opening ceremony since I missed the live one. Omg lah it was spectacular. Say what you want about China, you have got to admit it was one heck of a show. And don't gimme that horse crap about the lead singing little girl lip-syncing or some digitally added fireworks in the backdrop. Fact to the matter is that their hosting and the moment's reactions could jolly well not deny the magnificent performance. Bravo. -clap clap- I literally shaked at the luminous drums part. Also, it was to be expected from the country where fireworks came from.

PS: Kongfucius is back, this time saying, "Boys believe in logic, girls believe in magic". Touche. Think about it. DEEEEEEP.

seriously

Okay, so you guys had to wait longer than the usual fer my comeback(who in the world am I talking to again?), here's my apologies. Don't accept it just yet. I'll waste more of yer time by saying neither have I been jotting down points to log in a journal nor have been thinking up an interesting subject fer discussion. Not to say I've got one foot out the blogger's circle, it's just another writer's block over here and the rust won't go away fer awhile until a current problem comes to mind.

..........

*ring ring*

Alrighty then, here comes the brain lubricant. Some mofo just called my house number. So being the rightful answering party that I am, said hello. The reply was another hello. And pause. Okay. I wanted to make sure the young gentleman or squeaky lady(androgynous voice) was still on the line so I said,...

Me(L):"Hello?"
Dumbass(DA):"Hello?"
L:"...Yes?"
DA:"Hello?"
L:"Yes, hello."
DA:"Hello?"
L:"Hi, who're you looking fer?"
DA:"Hello?"
L:"Who is this?"

At this point, he/she said some name I couldn't make out.

L:"... Uh, I think you have the wrong number."
DA:"Hello?"
L:"Wrong number."
DA:"..."

And then the caller hangs up. I really doubt it was a prank call with the ending silence since I sense the person sincerely dialed the wrong number. That was pretty understandable but the unforgivingly annoying part was the hang-up. Kids, today, we are going to talk about phone etiquette. I'm not one to be mad at being hung up on first before hanging up. This isn't a romantic call. Seriously, it would suffice to declare any form of apology before ending the random conversation. How so rude. People in our country nowadays. Maybe I'm just being anal about the proper way of talking, which is to brush it with a coat of politeness. Sure, there are probably many other factors that can contribute to this situation, like the caller's confidence. Who am I kidding? Rude means rude.

Which leads me on to talk about other forms of random conversations over the phone. Telemarketers. Oooh, I'm sure you've all heard of this one. Credit cards, insurance, and promotions. Who would pick a job like that? Seriously. I'm pretty familiar with the idea of customers being very hard to handle but if you're a telemarketer, you're asking fer it. Junk mail is, at least, tolerable as you can simply dispose of it like a given flyer by escalators of malls and stations. It's another thing altogether to go out of yer way to intrude another person's privacy to persuade the unfortunate soul to increase yer commission. Of course, if you're straightforward enough, you'll just hang up on the bugger but if you're like me and yer political rule #1(hanging up on people is rude) clashed with moral rule #1(hang up on idiots), then they have obviously and successfully wasted yer month's free minutes. Also, if you actually hang up on them, they're still too dull to take a hint and seriously will bother to call you back, deducing to the fact that yer line was "accidentally cut off". Just like the stalkers you never had.

On my personal account, how I take on this kind of situations is, tell the fella I'm currently busy, and get him or her to call me back later while I take note of the number and don't answer after that. And if something like that happens in real life, mostly people requesting you to fill in surveys or selling stuff in aid of some disaster that happened somewhere with the same name of some soup, I just wave my hand in their faces like I'm doing a Jedi mind trick before walking off. It's really cool and it works. Seriously.

OKAY, DONE WITH THE COMPLAINT DECLARATION. IF YOU'RE WONDERING WHY THIS PARAGRAPH IS IN CAPS, IT'S BECAUSE I KNOW SOME OF YOU SKIP IMPORTANT BITS WHEN I TYPE A LOAD OF CRAP NOBODY CARES ABOUT. AND PUTTING IT UP IN BIG LETTERS OUGHTTA CATCH YER ATTENTION, SERIOUSLY. NOW, I HAVE AN IDEA. I'LL MOST LIKELY BE COMING UP WITH MORE POSTS LIKE THIS AND I'D VERY MUCH APPRECIATE IT IF ANYONE WOULD BE BOTHERED ENOUGH TO UTILIZE THE TAGBOARD TO FILL IN YER VIEWS ON THE CURRENT TOPIC. THE DISCLAIMER HERE'S THAT I'M NOT TRYING TO GET MORE HITS, SERIOUSLY. JUST THOUGHT I'D TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT AND HOPEFULLY SPICE THINGS UP AROUND HERE. AND IT'LL SERIOUSLY MOTIVATE ME TO COME UP WITH MORE SHIT AS WELL, SERIOUSLY.

So, just tell me how you feel against retards on the phone like this or in public. Tell me how irritated you are that I've used "seriously" numerous times. Tell me if you prefer more journalizing or to throw in more pennies fer my thoughts. Tell me if you wanna see more photos, videos and links.

PS: Okay, I remember a little of what I've done since the last post. I completed Final Fantasy Crisis Core and Naruto Ultimate Heroes 2 on the PSP. I caught a coupla movies, including The Dark Knight and Mummy 3 in cinemas, much more at home on my lovable laptop. Practically missed viewing fireworks every Saturday at the Waterfront. Bought 2 storybooks which I've yet to start on. Finished my exam with ease, based more on muscle memory, with the constant writing of notes till the recent hours before the paper, than brain memory... Missed out on Singfest. My hair is shorter than ever(okay, not ever, ever being BMT). Oh, also, my paycheck fer that M1 commercial I was in but you could hardly see me has finally come in and so has my driver's license.

Last thing, my two current favourite songs are Leaving by Jesse McCartney and Cookie Jar by Gym Class Heroes featuring The Dream. Unlucky fer me, I've not been able to find them anywhere on the internet with mirrors I can download from, so it'd be very much appreciated it any of you have any or both these songs could send them to me. You can stream them anywhere if you've not heard'em. Thanks~