P.S. I Love You ♥

What a sweet flick. Although many guys would prefer to catch Jumper any other day, the one true fact that will trigger the many males of this world to look the other way fer this romantic film is Gerard Butler. Here's a little trivia fer you aliens who haven't got the slightest idea who he is, he's the infamous guy who portrayed King Leonidas in the manly movie, 300. I was pretty much itching with curiosity to witness the major difference between this role and the last. Definitely a tearjerker, this one. Be strong, my Pisceans.



Flushed with discomposure while I was on the train. All dressed up in a khaki Burberry shirt and Topman button-fly navy denims, accompanied with my ugly but trusty green sling bag and my squeaky orange-striped Adidas sneakers. Checked my hair in the clear reflection of the glass upon entering the tunnels while carefully handling my petite bunch of champagne(it's not even a colour, stupid florist) roses. Here it is, my first Valentine's. AND I WAS LATE. Glanced around to keep my mind off the self-consciousness. Why am I the only bloke in the coach with plants in his hand? Started to wonder if flower offerings were supposed to be done the day before or during the date proposal. Am such a noob.



My chill pill came in a form of a little gothic girl standing beside me with a huge pair of shades hugging her face to hide that obvious mole(whaaaat~). Apparently, she was dolled to head downtown to purchase a bouquet fer her mother or so I'd heard. She, certainly, was not aware that her loud voice was giving her status away. Telling every boy in her phone book that she was on the way to Orchard ALONE, hinting fer some company. If I had a measure fer her insecurity, it would be... I dunno. I said 'if', didn't I? =P

So I dropped off at the Dhoby Ghaut station, see. Anxiously walking up to Plaza Singapura to await my cat-maid cum date, whom arrived after a few minutes in pretty purple boots. A peck on the cheek and I handed her the roses. Before long, we stepped into Mos Burger fer a rather late lunch. Had the Yakiniku Burger, which I will never order again since it's Yoshinoya in yer palm, and my all-time fave, Spicy Chilli Dog, which had initially been confused with their non-spicy version. Staff were so lazy as to just top the jalapeños instead of cooking me a new one. Not really complaining though, got extra onions in the mix-up. Heh. And this was when she concluded the meal with a gift! -twink- A cute little packet of Japanese sweets. ^_^



After I was done shining in delight, we strolled to our next stop, Heeren. At this point, I practically had no idea what we were doing and started aimlessly loitering around the building. Browsed the contents of new CDs from HMV to make up my mind on whether they were worth downloading, looked at some shoes, etc. Ended up at the Print Club where we posed fer spontaneously spontaneous pictures. >.<




Time passed at a so-so speed and we followed by doing randomly silly stuff like exploring recently renovated areas of town, including the underpass to Orchard MRT which had pretty lights to advertise the up and coming Ion building. Was early evening by the time we arrived at Wheelock. Since the clock had yet to strike 6 when we stood in front of Fish&Co., thought it was still kinda early fer dinner so we combed the displays of the toy store opposite and played with perverted teddy bears, vibrating rats and compromising dolls as we waited fer the minutes to pass. I would have preferred the usual Seafood Platter For 2 compared to the V-Day special version but it's not something to get annoyed about. The ambience was the right amount of cozy, with couples at every candlelit table to build up the atmosphere. It was here where she handed me another gift! -twink- A box of german chocolates. ^_^ Certainly outshined the set that the restaurant had provided with the special.





They were giving away red balloons fer the day but getting the pink one fer a souvenir as well didn't sound like a bad idea. However, they only had all of that colour taped on the menu stands. Let's just say I made the service charge worth paying by having them let me walk out of the restaurant with both tones. Was very well assuming that nobody in this dimension would fight over an inflatable piece of rubber. And don't gimme that shit about principle, making a girl happy sorta overwrites almost every other law in my book. Wah, now I sound like some hero. Subsequently, both of us took the train back to Simei to drop our stuff off. It was here I received another gift again! -twink- A solar-powered lucky cat. ^_^



Tampines Mall was kinda crowded, in a way that the entire building's capacity fer people were squeezing at the counter lines to queue up fer popcorn, drinks and seats. When the show was done, the last train and bus had left so we decided to grab supper at Mac's, then stroll along the highway, back to our peaceful neighbourhood(starting to sound like some English composition -_-"). Cutting through the void decks, we soon arrived at 7-11 and bought a coupla drinks prior to stopping by our secret spot fer a sparkler session to top off the date.

tadaima

That's just great. No bookings or reservations allowed anywhere fer tomorrow.

PS: Discovery Channel told me to keep myself available fer the coming Saturday. So now I look like I can act in a documentary. Maybe it's one of those re-enactments where "some poor guy" gets bitten by a rattlesnake.

brb

First off: Wishing all of you a merry festive season fer the coming days.

Bah, life really is a joke. Such a tease, this thing. What is wrong with you? Giving me the best and worst of events that could possibly happen... Don't feel like typing anymore, I probably won't be updating the blog fer the next coupla days.

Gong Xi Fa Cai.

PS: Whatever.

yawn

January felt really long. I thought it would've been March by now. But there's still Lunar New Year, Valentine's Day, Alyssa's birthday and my new house, etc. Boy, the weather's really been at it's extremes these days, based on equatorial standards. Bah, enough on that. You guys just wanna know WHAAAAAAT IIIIIIIII'VE DOOOOOOOOONE and the upcoming news on my life.

.....

I think.

Sweeney Todd comes in 3 major colors. Black, white and "blood" red. The intro credits were brought in by F&N Cherryade or so it seemed. I know it's difficult to imitate properties of actual blood but with today's special effects, you can do anything, can you? On with the story, I thought it had a pretty proper script, simple yet dark. And Johnny Depp has established his crazy role-playing image, if he had not already done so.

Fer the past week, I've been combing almost everywhere along Orchard fer a nice pair of shoes. Leftfoot had this nice pair with velcro straps but I didn't like the color. Nike and Adidas were out of the question, I mean, I already have a pair each, so why bother? A pair off-white limited edition Converse sneakers called out to me like the Levi's jeans did. However, the Heeren branch did not have one of my size, they called the Bugis side and it was in vain as well. I guess I'll have to drop by Tampines before class on Tuesday.

I think it's time to stay home with the family fer a while. Bro's flying back from Thailand tonight.

PS: Thanks, Serene, fer the Beatboxing Championship tickets. The show at Max Pavilion was rather refreshing, until the fans of Superband Mi Lu Bing, Superstar Daren Tan, and 5566 made they're sudden infestation. Yes, infestation.

fillers

Viral video overload! Remember, you saw it all here first.

hit & run

Ho. Ly. Shit.

Saw Amanda home before me. She messaged in an attempt to scare me, in provision of the freaky neighbourhood. Was about to retort with a smart reply when it happened. I couldn't really differentiate the sound of it, being more of a snap or burst. Man, stepped on a snail, I thought. ARRRRRGH! It was a friggin' lizard when I turned to look. ARRRRRGH! It wasn't like I stepped on its tail. I think it was the hip area since I saw it struggling with massive vibrations. There wasn't any blood but the eyes were surely bulging. Damn, the image is still stuck in my head. ARRRRRGH! I was pretty freaked out and there was no way I think I could've helped but brisk away. Ewww to the max. I'm sorry, Mr. Cicak. AND NO! I did not take a picture of the lizard. This isn't like yesterday's episode with the bitch mosquito. First of all, I'm sure many of you have heard of this rumoured principle of humankind, which is to rip and slaughter any beast that does Man harm. I'm a strong believer of that code. Mr. Cicak was not being malevolent. And secondly, I'm certain that most people wouldn't feel as digusted to a mollusc or something with an exoskeleton being crushed as a creature of the vertebrae family. Under the heel, guys. That means maximum body weight. Ouuuuch~ T_T

Okay. Cool down. Phew...

Park Mall again today. Daddy's immune system's really really bad. Took a breather in the rest room before heading down to meet Rekoda-chan. Realised I had forgotten my wallet. OF ALL THE DAYS, RIGHT? Borrowed(I think) some money from Mommy and my aunt. Far East's Leftfoot outlets didn't have anything of my taste. Got something from a tee shirt shop called Groove Designs instead, where this weird salesman kept calling me his "brother". I have one brother, and he's an officer cadet having a field exercise in Thailand this week. Anyway, it was this top I decided to choose from a few. Some cute and cheerfully pink one(ooooookay~) with a periodic table print on it. It's not exactly a periodic table, once you take a closer look at the "elements".

Dinner was at Yoshinoya at Takashimaya's basement. Don't order the potato mix if ya ain't got a black hole in yer stomach. And I don't have one, fer real. Can already feel the fats storing up. Haven't been following my routine this coupla days. =P Next stop was to Kinokuniya to look fer a user-friendly Jap-Eng dictionary. Sat by the aisle to look up and play with a few words, prior to viewing the comics section. Time flew and Stadium closed, so did many other boutiques. Guess I'll try Converse next. I suppose Friday will be good.

Along the road, we spontaneously popped into one of the Singapore Visitors' Centre to pick up numerous brochures on local places of interest. Seemed like a pretty intriguing idea, still is. ^_^

PS: Only assuming our tailed acquaintance was male. Whatever it was. It now WAS.

alien vs pidgeon

Fuckin' humid, eh???

Cut my hair in the late afternoon. Short discussion with the stylist on what to do with my hairstyle. Riiight~

4th Japanese lesson this evening. Sensei doesn't use ticks, she circles correct answers. I've gotta get used to her style.

First mosquito in years to suck my blood. Absolutely GORGEOUS! And dead. She deserves a picture.


Here lies the pest on my light bulb box. Which reminds me, gotta get the ladder and fit that empty socket in the ceiling soon...

That is all. What else can happen after a night of crazy webcamming? Heh. =P

PS: To all the lovely people who vaguely remember something before the New Year about me ranting over the news on an asteroid flying past Earth in the month of January, here's the update.

cold butt

The rest day is over. Helped Daddy to Park Mall fer another acutherapy session. At least he can walk now. Sigh.

He always feels better after appointments so I left everything to my mom and uncle. Walked over to Plaza Singapura to try my luck. Browsed the shelves of Esprit and managed to snag a bright red polo and some striped hooded cardigan/jacket thingy. Cost me $99.90 and the cashier told me I was short 30 cents to become a member fer free. Great. Just snagged a pair of socks to go along and paid. Dropped my NETS card on the way out, gratitude to the honest assistant.

Marks & Spencer wasn't even on my list, People Of Asia has been noted and the shops at PictureHouse weren't really worth it. Usual shortcut to Bugis where I past the temple to read horoscope predictions fer a bit. Met up with Amanda to do me summore riffling on apparel. The tee shop I eyed a while back was a tease, didn't get anything there as well. Formerly Seiyu, walked through BHG fer the sake of it and tried on some pairs. They had a nice fitting room. Just as I was about to give up, a pair hanging on the middle shelf with studded back-pockets called out to me. No, it wasn't impulse. At least I've got a set fer my first day of the Lunar Mouse.

Will carry on this "expedition" on Wednesday.

PS: Gone through this more than once but I'll say it again. I'm not unfilial. Just need some time off.

48

I was a little bored and lonely so Amanda brought me to see The Mist with her classmates from MDIS. I don't usually comment very badly on movies, if you've known me long enough. Okay, the idea was pretty good, still it sucked. The first monster that appeared rather disappointed me, not because of its concept. Was the graphics instead. I'm not sure how many people noticed it but the tentacles(sorry for the spoiler) were the worst drawn special effects I've witnessed this decade. Probably one of those "book-is-better-than-the-film" times. Didn't read the book, though. Maybe two outta 5 stars, tops. Credits to that tiny pinch of suspense.

After which we left her 3 friends at Cineleisure and waited fer a bus down to Marina Square. Has anyone heard of Spaggedies at Millenia Walk? We either couldn't find it or it's no longer there. Plan B was to head to Kyo-Nichi. Char Siew Ramen. The soup was awesome, the shishamo and octopus balls weren't really that great though... Enough of observing passers-by on the ground floor, we velcroed our asses off the comfy seats to do some aimless window shopping. Voodoo dolls and gothic lolita outfits, I suppose anyone looking from outside the picture would find it very misleading in ways even my slightly perverted mind cannot conjure. =P

OKAY. Pre-Plan A was to head to the street opposing The Concourse, some bar-like restaurant with unplugged performances, opened by Erdiana's uncle but I forgot its name. Oops. Bah, all the same, I roughly remember the location. Since we didn't have dinner there, we headed up the lift of Pan-Pacific Hotel(was it?) to get a good look. Stupid CitiBank blocking the view. Later on, we strolled down the "river" side past Esplanade to see if we can grab a drink. In vain, we advanced to the Merlion. Now, can someone tell me what kind of water does the Merlion squirt out? Because there was at least a 2 hour therapy of wetness while enjoying the view of Shenton Way , in addition to the newborn Singapore Flyer(now with decorative lighting!).

Following that was the accidental visit to Lau Pa Sat as I take the blame fer being disorientated. Mutton satay and a load of iced desserts. Heehee. Departed the area after a coupla personality quizzes from Amanda and a coupla very loud grandfather clock gongs. Felt kinda awkward with the gawking construction workers. They obviously weren't looking at ME, of course. "Lost" again. Ended up near Chinatown. FYI, this was all on foot. Thankfully, we recognized some of the buildings and sniffed our way back to the "river"(again). Boat Quay(where I bumped into former Alpha armskoteman, Don) was closer this time, comparing to our start off point and we took an NR7 home to Simei. As usual, it was nearing 5 and there was that sweet smell that always freaks me out, backed with sound effects from toads that sound like Harley Davidsons.

NEXTDAYNEXTDAYNEXTDAY. Actually got up in time(or so) to ensue the shopping plan at Bugis. Weather was hot and dry, plus there were students asking fer donations all around EastPoint, so sitting at Long John's to cool off and wait fer Miss Stockings seemed like a good idea. =P Was early enough so we dropped by MINT, one of the two known toy museums in the country. 4 full floors with displays of varying genres above the cosy café.

Down to our true intention. Finally, we're at Bugis Village. Search fer eye-catching merchandise was in vain. Not to ferget sweaty. Why is it always so crowded there? Met Alyssa and EngChye at the lobby of TopOne KTV, then headed fer some duck rice down the road. Apparently, the couple of the year have been doing their shopping too, only difference is they actually bought something. I now feel the emergency!

Not much towards the end of the night. My energy bursts are normally solar-charged. Just a game of SF3 in the arcades, where we saw some cosplayers. Amy tagged, not fer long but nonetheless... Hope you're doing better. There was some hot fudge at Mac's before 27 Dresses, which was quite refreshing. Chick flicks are awesome when you're sick of monsters.

nolens volens

Yesterday, I managed to squeeze in a rather short nap after coming back from Park Mall where my dad went fer acupuncture again. =/ Dinner was at the ground floor's Sakae Sushi. Either I've been having way to much Japanese food these days or the chefs got lazy. It wasn't exactly during peak hours but the a la carte could've looked more impressive. Had a load of prawn roe, which was strange, I don't do prawns.

Arthur and YQ dropped by 10-ish when we made our way to Bedok to get the bait. A tiny ice box resembling the Dead Man's Chest, a guitar, and the rest of the equipment. Initially, I assumed we were going to the farm, instead, it was some canal a little off the neighbourhood of Elias. It was my first time in many years so the both of them did most of the work. =P


Here's Arthur binding wires to hold up the nets.


Here's how many nets.


YQ with the raffia.


Fish head. Yummy. The onion bags were a pretty good idea.


And that's how the trap looks like.


More traps than heads = Dirty work.


Cavemen love blood.


WARNING: The graphic warning comes after the graphic image.


A little flower crab with barnacles that YQ hooked up(literally). At this stage, it was already frozen to death(also literally).


His idea of amusement. Yes, it's on the road. And yes, there was traffic.

It was a pretty fun night, inclusive of cool weather and some music. Had my hands stained with fish on the second half of the night after I stopped SMSing. Also, YQ mutilated the one and only crab that was caught. Perhaps our fruitless result was due to the smell not spreading because of the bags, I suppose the onion scent covered the rest of the stink. OR. Singapore waters just got dirtier.

PS: There was also some talk about planning future "adventurous" outings. I'm not gonna type it all out, sometimes things like this need to be confirmed before I blurt out my wishes. However, there's a hint, it involves kite-flying. Haha. And dude, are you serious about the "bring a date" thing? Btw, I've been sorta given the green light to borrow my aunt's boat.

heath ledger

As many of you may have already known, the acclaimed actor was unexpectedly found dead in his apartment after an overdose of sleeping pills. Apparently, it's been declared that he was suffering from pneumonia and there must have been some sort of wrong reaction within his body. Like many people would agree, this doesn't change the fact that it is a terrible situation. Personally, I am shocked. Known fer playing in films like 10 Things I Hate About You, A Knight's Tale, The Brothers Grimm and Brokeback Mountain, he's definitely a "leader of men, worshipper of ladies" kinda celebrity. I'll have to admit I was never a true fan of his work but this news sure brings about the irony in his new role in The Dark Knight as he acts as an iconic supervillain that lives on in people. I dunno what to say. Stunned. And he was 28.

Here's another person in the world wishing fer you to rest in peace.

kore wa yanyan no chokoreto desu

Supper after class at 201. Most probably crabbing after bumming in about 18 hours' time. Guess I'll churn out a few chords to discuss by the ponds then...

PS: Sunlight is good fer hair growth, in spite of that taunting star. -_- Grrr. You better be radiant like this when I'm chillin' by the pool in March.

Anyhow, here's an outstanding video on REAL wrestling:

the whopper freakout

American survey documented on video. Courtesy of Greg.

PS: I suppose it won't really affect me though. I'm more of a Mushroom Swiss guy.

groovejet

Review:

Cloverfield was... Wow. However, as an avid movie-goer, here's the dilemma. Obviously, action fans would die to get seats and watch their anticipated flicks. However, in Singapore, you may end up getting accomodated into a cinema full of pricks who react loudly to scenes they do not expect. If you've read the review, by now you would've known it's delineated through whatever a handheld camera records. Please try to see it through the cast's eyes. No, it's not like Godzilla(take back what I typed on December 14th 2007). Godzilla is like a level 2 Pokémon compared to this holy-shit monster. And no, there is no happy ending. Also, if you're not into the Blair Witch genre of film choreography, do not bother catching this movie since you're only gonna complain afterwards, just keep replaying the online trailer with Lady Liberty's head. Okay, all in all, I suppose it's more of a home movie if you've got an awesome sound and visual system. And tape everyone's mouth until the credits. I'm anal about theatre etiquette.

Journal:

Yesterday was the first time this year I visited Orchard Road. After catching the movie with Amanda, we headed down to Lido to collect her make-up before starting our stroll. Ongoing sales presented themselves to be rather inane with tons of tasteless displays of the current season. I'm no fashion consultant but there's clearly nothing special... Tonikaku, bumped into Amy as we exited Zara. Actually, it was more like she slapped my shoulder, took me about a coupla seconds to recognize her with the new hair colour. =P Dinner was at the tiny corner in the food court that served Japanese food: Romankan Yokohama(the one with lolita maid clad waitresses). It wasn't long before we continued to explore the slightly renovated town area. IndoChine's got a new live band playing, explains the thin crowd. We took the new Orchard MRT underpass, like 'mountain tortoises', to Lucky Plaza fer a few rounds of pool. Like the building's name, she was as well with all her fortunate shots. I'd call it magic though. Haha. A pit-stop at CentrePoint's Mac's followed, the air-conditioning was turned off as they were closing some sections, so much fer 24hrs. Talked about some of the more uncommon places of our motherland over ice-cream and lemon tea. Made our move once we cooled off and got sick of the circulatory broadcast of programmes on MacTV. On with the civilian route march to Bugis, where we past Cuppage and Orchard Plaza, my two childhood hangouts. The old buildings have now been given a slightly newer look, perhaps a reason to walk into them soon. The usual shortcut past Paradiz to Bugis where we settled at a much colder MacDonald's outlet and where I parodied Cloverfield with a vanilla cone and notebook. We pretty much chatted the night away till we decided to get on an NR7, where I coincidentally bumped into Benedict. Small world. The long journey on the bus with wasted clubbers ended at EastPoint where I walked her home to her brightly lit pink door, prior to my own scary stretch back home.

PS: It's more interesting than this but I can't simply fit in every lame joke and conversation topic brought up between a kyozougyuu and tepu rekoda.

random rationalization

So, it's just one of those days with nothing to do and you start thinking about shit. This post will totally not justify my denial of being too free fer my own good but I just need to blurt some of this stuff out.

Just thought, with the Lunar New Year coming up in less than a month, Hong Kong's Disneyland'll probably be having a field day as it's the Year Of The Mouse and it's definite that they'll play it along with the world famous mascot. Souvenirs will be up fer grabs, we all know how auspiscious Chinese people can get.


Next up, my mind pondered quite a bit on the hierarchy of society and how it affects the way people behave. Not specifically aiming at certain organizations here, you know how it just is no matter where you work at. Evidently, in this world, everyone starts somewhere. Yet, there are individuals up in the ranks who, I blatantly put it, toy with their subordinates. Have these heads forgotten what it's like to be a raw conscript of the community? Or do they look further up to see bigger posts suppressing their through freedom, only to realize the dawn of careers originate below ground zero? Worse, they could all just be planning to climb up the ladder of power to quench their thirst by abusing the juniors?

Hey, it's just two pennies' worth. Not like it can compare to the number of lives taken by pilots. This may come to you as a narrow-minded generalisation. I'm just saying, from all the risk-taking occupations I've browsed, I suppose the pilot is the most responsible one and yet they get the load of accidents off their shoulders simply. Of course, it's just an assumption and I'm not saying I'm right but I've got a coupla scenarios to back my opinion up. Commandos have been said to die in training, most of them due to heli-insert operations. Miscommunication triggers the pilot to release their lines a little too early, only fer the men to fall to their sad death. Commercial aircrafts, passengers have died and you can't always blame it on the technicalities. Thirdly, on the 19th of January in 1966, a B-52 bomber was carrying 4 freakin' hydrogen bombs collided with a refuelling jet over the coast of Spain, which knocked the killers off and 2 of them actually exploded. Thankfully, no lives were lost that day but it contaminated a surprisingly small area of 2 square kilometres. There was no news on the pilot. No, he was not erased. I doubt the army really does such dirty work. I suppose the only reason fer this is that the pilots are already tolerating with their mental burden and no more actions can be taken as punishment.

If you've got better answers, just comment on them in the tags.

tepu rekoda

Second time round, thing're appearing to be more fun in language class. There's still not much interaction between the cliques though. Amanda blames the furniture. =P Great, I have this feeling the sensei's already marked us both as the most recognizable in the room.

Not much else was achieved today. Managed to consume Burger King, SweetTalk and 1901(brand, not the number of, it's hotdogs, by the way) products. Also, had the leisure of teasing Khairul with freedom via SMS as he's in Tekong on duty fer his beloved subordinates' honeymoon week. Lol~ However, I won't be continuing on this kinda mockery as I've heard some blogger in China died after getting the shit kicked outta him by authorities over political matters. Still, I mention something like this to reason with my miscarried joke, inculcating readers on the general opinion on reactions to "such concern" in yer own countries. Ironic~

In news that the world could care less about, German experts claim to have unravelled the mysterious identity of the model behind(not literally, duh, so don't bother checking up on it) Mona Lisa and some dude that makes wind instruments out of vegetables.

PS: There is no PS today.

and i'm back here again

But not missing, wanting or needing so. A day spent with the "sannin senpai", Arthur, YiQiang & Serene. Met them fer lunch at Eighteen Chefs, the bistro that took the space of the formerly reknown waffle place where I used to chill with Boon and EngChye, which name I can no longer remember. Doubt the outlet has literally got 18 chefs though, not entirely sure too if it's a whole franchise or just a sole restaurant. The meal followed up to a trip to Ikea, where the amazing race fer YQ's new furniture ensued.

It was fairly quick, considering our frequent disorientation and the massive crowd. The rain didn't hold back though, and I was persuaded to tagged with the gang back to Bedok. First time at YiQiang's place. Sure has a nice feel to it, despite the mess. Contents of our discussions mostly forgotten but I had a fun day, aside from the semi-sleepy mode. Credits to the weather.

PS: Who knew a walk down to Challenger to purchase a microphone and ear pads would turn out to be a whole day affair... Lol.

blood is thicker than blog

So, I thought of embedding something from Beat Crusaders but I think I'd advertise fer my cousin here to show my support fer him. Yes, he's Hagen Tan Meng Qi. You've probably seen his face at bus stops or on the buses quite recently.

good morning number two

Early enough to catch Kids Central. Pokémon was on. Finally, Ash broke his voice. He still looks the same as he was almost a decade ago though. Pikachu's probably way over Level 100 by now.

Obviously still in a high from last night's glucose overdose, my mind started pondering on general sorta-sexist complaints of Singapore as I watch Fear Factor while having my phallic breakfast. Many local girls tend to envy other females, from the individual's aspect, that is. It could be due to insecurity or whatnot. But don't try to make yerself feel better by putting it in a way that white women are naturally bigger than asian women. Well, that's partially correct. However, comparing the own body to that of celebrities' is like... Say... Comparing Superbad to Beowulf. Okay, I guess that analogy would sound a little extreme. Ah, you get the idea. If there's a flaw in yer body you wanna rid, do something about it. Yer admiration fer those who look well-endowed is definitely an illusion, I believe the actual term is called being fit. A little muscle and tan won't keep the boys away. Heck, might even look a little sexay.

And if you really wanna talk about vitals, I suggest bubble tea. Heard it helped alot of Taiwanese chics.

All in all, I'm just advising. Hey, I assure you fer every lady on Earth, there are at least 2 or 3 guys that worship the ground you walk on, anyway... So keep yer chins up.

PS: OH NO! The microphone is dead. I doubt it's due to a wave feedback overkill.

cultivated

It's probably stumbling upon freakin' random videos in the wee hours of the night that always get me too fired up to sleep. Tonight's reason:



And I'm not even a Soul Calibur fan.

PS: Or it could be just the peanut butter and chocolate, which explains the headaches in the morning. Stupid sugar rush.

it was a good hair day

Today, I surprised myself by managing to wake up before noon. Took my time to freshen up fer the "No Smoking" commercial casting. It was some retarded form of hand-modelling. It was lucky my aunt drove me there, since it along the way of her errand run.

After that, was the journey down to Marina Square to check out Ears Depot. Apparently, they're only looking fer full-timers. Bummer.

Back at EastPoint, the quest to find a fitting hairband begins. Yes, my hair is now officially long enough. Watson's didn't have a very large variety and they were all pretty feminine, not that hairbands are originally classified as unisexual items... It was a pretty tough choice, considering. Even the least feminine one wouldn't even be labelled by me as most masculine. Not that it matters, it wasn't on the receipt. Technically, you would call it shoplifting but it's the cashier's fault fer not noticing my sleight of hand. I suppose buying a facial wash and some pore packs really hid the fact that I was getting a head accessory, which was really my main objective. Like how some guys buy candy along with condoms at convenience stores.

PS: Time to flip the ads. Saddens me to tell myself the papers are way faster than door-to-door. Now, that's one less reason to head outdoors.

with my dying will

Gotta sleep, gotta sleep. I tried staying up a little longer than usual so that I could sleep at a normal bedtime but it backfired! Now, my hours are upside down! Close the eyes, man, close the eyes.

Shit.

PS: At least I got to save some tunes that were stuck in my head. I'll get down to improvising these raw records later this week.

HAHA i gotta remember this one

Just thought a joke would be a fresh form of plagiarism fer the blog. Not that I'm racist, anyway.

A class of five-year old school children return to the classroom after playing in the playground during their break time.

The teacher says to the first child, "Hello Becky, what have you been doing this playtime?" Becky replies, "I have been playing in the sand box". "Very good," says the teacher, "if you can spell 'sand' on the blackboard, I will give you a biscuit". Becky duly goes and writes 's a n d' on the blackboard. "Very good." says the teacher and gives Becky a biscuit.

The teacher then says, "Freddie, what have you been doing in your playtime?" Freddie replies "Playing with Becky in the sand box." "Very good," says the teacher. "If you can spell 'box' on the blackboard, I will also give you a biscuit," Freddie duly goes and writes 'b o x' on the blackboard. "Very good." says the teacher and gives Freddie a biscuit.

Teacher then says, "Hello Mohammed, have you been playing in the sand box with Becky and Freddie?" "No," replies Mohammed, "I wanted to but they would not let me. Every time I went near them, they started throwing sand at me and calling me nasty names."

"Oh dear," says the teacher. "That sounds like blatant racial discrimination to me - I'll tell you what, if you can spell 'blatant racial discrimination' I will give you a biscuit."

PS: Jap class was pretty fun, considering. Rough background knowledge on the language thanks to the numerous animes. =P

is it just me or...

It doesn't feel like a new year.

Maybe it needs time fer the feeling to settle in, like losing from a KO in a boxing match. Sorry, I couldn't think of a more optimistic comparision with that Hajime no Ippo(Wikipedia link fer all the non-animefreaks) marathon but the last Tuesday just felt like any other public holiday. The last national day was more breathtaking.

I suppose it's the lack of change. I've been doing the same thing mostly everyday since I was done re-uniting. I'll just wait to see what happens when I start with the language course, look fer a job, and try new songs.




PS: Suddenly, missing clubbing. =(

an awful audical assemble

Finally, got a chance to listen to our raw recording from the practice over at The Music Ensemble. Man, either we weren't really on form that night or we just... Sucked. I know everyone's gonna blame the neighbouring bass vibrations. But I still liked the Zombie from then(and my Gai-sensei impression). It's practically our "cover single" now.

Why am I still awake at least ungodly hour? Darling, sleeping habits are hard to change, at least there's progress, it was initially sunrise fer bedtime. And i just got back a while ago, Arthur drove. He was over with Serene and YiQiang fer a slightly productive discussion on genres. Supper was at Mad Jack's at Jalan Kayu, with convenience due to a car. What a sinful plate of chocolate right after the medium lamp chops. I guess it's alright to spoil my stomach after an okay diet plan. I was opened up to a new hang out over at Punggol Road. The view was pretty much industrial, triggering traces of memories from Ops B. A comfy shore area though, despite the crowd of fishermen and a police post.

Hopefully, we can have another session during the coming week. I feel that that we've been upped. And I'm not sure if that's proper English but heck. Willard's most likely bringing HengZhong in to be casted. Yay.

PS: BaoEn, if you still read my blog, since it's so cold up there, why don't you stick to wearing pants like you always do? Hahaha...

revolutions of resolutions

For days I've been planning on writing an extra long post to really welcome the new year but I thought that in the end it best be short and sweet with meaning.

Friends, like every year, we wish to better ourselves, hoping to improve the lifestyles that we are longing to change.

Those in love, let it not die. Disagreement is a phase of strengthening, like a bone under pressure, its marrow condenses. Those at home, don't complain about boredom when it was yer choice to stay indoors in the first place. If you really wanna do something, you'd be stepping out, regardless the weather, financial status, etc. Those broken, you may not get to leave the country, change yer number, or go fer surgery but the reset starts from the inside, so start with a fresh attitude, not brooding over the past's haunts. Chances are not given, they're earnt too, along with respect.

There are many other problems, however they come with solutions if you bother to flip to the back page. Like my grandma once told me, I'm the kinda guy that would use the fallen sky as a blanket. I'm sure in the working world, that would pose to be a problem but socially, it would be healthy. =P

PS: My resolutions are quite a number. I'm pretty much bumming around now so anything I'm getting started on is really technically one anyway.

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.

ow numb butt

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!

upload

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...

what i've been up to

Aah, it's here. I know it's not as long as you readers expect it to be, after being gone fer so long, but I'm feeling mentally frail and physically flabby. And I'll be paragraphing my topics so you can skip the bitching you don't wanna read.

Musicwise, we haven't been jamming since 5 posts ago. YiQiang has been away in Thailand with Crescendo and Willard here has been busy selling wine and taking driving lessons(no matter how many times you tell me, I still think that sounds rather ironic). I really hope our next jam together will be a productive one, to say the least. There's about 8 songs on the list now, including a coupla new ones. However, I would be grateful if they took Starlight out. It really kills me. And I know they're also probably gonna make me regret saying this but I kinda miss doing Zombie.

Clubbing on the first fortnight was what killed the weekend late hours. Double O, as usual, hit the spot with great music, cool prices and crazy buddies. Though the management should think about fixing their air-conditioning. It was hot and dripping..... Okay, it didn't seem that erotic at that point of time. Ah well, nothing more fun that drunk-driving. I should probably fill you guys in on the bad parts too. MOS. Ministry Of Shit, I tell you. It's gonna be the 3rd time I vow never to step into the place(I had to revisit that hole due to valid reasons). Portray Hell in the movies, no space, plenty of souls rubbing against one another with hands in the air, replace the groaning with underground R&B and you have the Smoove Area. Although the Main Arena had trance, which was fine by me as a genre, it took literally forever to move on to the next track. My guess was that the DJ left fer the loo and put it on replay with various aeroplane noises as the audical transition. At least I was able to meet up with old BMT mates like Rishi and Arib.

D&D. Probably the most exciting thang that happened in the month, besides meeting fer our new card game(cannot reveal details as stated on contract's print). Oh boy, how geeky but yeah. Sad, we all died in the end. Guess it's time fer a fresh campaign. Probably a light-hearted one that's stress- or drama-free. The other guys have probably done their fair share of mourning fer their past characters.

Home truly, where my heart has mostly been in the past 30 days. Proud to announce that my pad is officially declared tidy, based on past standards. People have been dropping by every now and then to have a good look. Wonder when we'd be able to get a new tenant now that we've decided to move over to Simei Green, the condo, by March 2008. Downgrading, my friends say. Pfft. I've already worked out the plan fer my future room. I took the smallest room mainly because it does not have any built-in cupboards and shelves. It has a nice window too plus a diagonally-cut wall to place my future flat-screen on so that I can play my consoles from the bed. Muahahahaha. Still, it really saddens me to know that Whiskey is to be given away.

Hmmm, when I'm out... Wait. I hardly went out. I did catch some movies like Beowulf and Game Plan. Ugh, come to think of it, I wasted most of the time I had at home trying to "complete" my school project that I unfailingly(is that even a word?) procrastinated day after day with Facebook and CrunchyRoll. Thanks to Gurvin and Thamarai fer helping. ;')

Pretty much wraps up the rainy month. I'm feeling real disappointed now realising that I've not been a very productive male(in a non-sexual sense) fer the last four weeks. Learning random stuff over YouTube doesn't count. =(

PS: Regarding the Singtel commercial(ancient news), I didn't get the part.

that popped my cherry

With Khairul away, I've been mostly hanging out with the Red Carabena. I love saying that. Red Carabena. Cara. Bena. Care-A-Bean-Ah. Hehe. I'm home today. Lessons on Wednesday mornings are shitty fer me since my current official bedtime is at 4am. And the fact that they are more like tutorials(not like there's a difference now that it's the project phase) with only 90 minutes of class. ALL THE WAY IN THE WEST. If there was a way to fold this country in half, my education and residence will occupy the exact same space.

Someone tried to call me via the SAF outgoing line this afternoon, during my temporary slumber. If it's you reading, please let me know. It's one of my pet peeves to receive a missed call and not a clue who it was.

Stud Club News on a rare outdoor-Greg day, he's going to buy HellGate London. I would've gotten it too, if it weren't fer those meddling kids. No, I'm sorry, if it weren't fer my age-old PC. I think it's defected. Which makes me fear wishing fer eternal life as a human, maybe that's why we use only a maximum of 5% in our entire lives. Any more and we may end up with more problems than Microsoft. Back on track, we wonder whether a HellGate Singapore is in progress. It might be cool. Funny. But cool. Chaos is what this country needs. Okay, a joke. I might get arrested fer this quote because some nosy blog-hopper reported me fer it. But I didn't backspace, did I? It's a joke. Really.

I-Models called. Wow. I got a call. Tomorrow's the casting day fer a Singtel website video commercial and I'm shortlisted. It's gonna be in Chinatown, yay, haven't been to Chinatown in months. Hope I get selected. ^^

PS: Sony PSP + Nintendo DS + XML Project = I need some exercise. All I have is food.

Oh yeah, there was a cute cute CUTE cashier chic over at Science Center's Mac's. She looked kinda sweet when she got angry at excursion students getting between her and my order. Haha. But that's all that really mattered to me, besides the new threadmill my father just got today, on Wednesday, the last day of October 2007. And you've just been filled in.

hellogoodbye

I shall mark this day as the one which I stayed up till sunrise on without the abuse of alcohol. Amanda. Willard. Stardust. Kopitiam. And loads of holiday plans. With kaya and eggs.

captain linger

Name: Kong Li Wei Louis aka Lulu
DOB: 11th MAR 1986
Occupation: IT Student by day, Movie Critic by night
Weaknesses: Bullets and Heartbreaks
Strengths: Capable of relieving tension from awkward situations as well as vice-versa

Me: "Eh man, so who's the closest one now?"
Dan: "YuXuan... And Alyssa."
Me: "What? Why is there an 'and'? There can't be an 'and'! What're you gonna do by the time you hit 25 and yer mom asks you who you're gonna marry?"
Dan: "Urm, okay but they're just friends lah..."
Me: "Oh really? Then how come you don't have sex with me?"
Eugene: "EH! I told him that last week!"

PS: LOL.

spider-sense is tingling

This has yet to happen to me but I'm pretty sure it will damn soon.

PS: Even boys have feel-low days. =(

not in sync

And I thought Zombie was overexerting. Starlight just killed me and we've got the cassette to prove it. The reflection phase was awfully embarrassing, with full of audical mistakes. It's probably the momentum. We weren't exactly feeling like ourselves today. Never do 3 hours again.

I vomitted in the morning. Ugh. Now I'm feeling drained. Guess I'll hit the sack after dinner.

PS: School sucks in more ways than one.

omfg

What a great way to start the day. Or end it. Should be going to sleep soon. I've been contemplating fer a while now on whether or not to purchase my very own PS3. Now, I offically have a reason to get it. A really motivating one.

And here it is:


So, I can hereby declare that I'm no longer upset with CAPCOM fer taking such a long time to make the next installment. It's a significant upgrade. Tell me you wet yerself.

PS: Yes, I love Street Fighter.

it's magic i tell you

The moment my last entry went through, I got a call from YQ. Funny, isn't it? Like a sign. Sure, I didn't get to do my run or have my BK meal but my I was answered with guaranteed company. Boy, I sound lonely.

Anyway, I fulfilled that Sakae Sushi buffet that I had craved since last week. While rapidly gaining mass, we debated on the law of Murphy, emoness and fairness in all natural aspects. Then we stopped after the soft shelled crabs. And showed him a route that'll save two MRT stations' fare. Lots of cock and bull dialogue as usual. Plus a movie. There's always a movie. The Drummer. I have to say Jaycee Chan's acting has pretty much improved since FlashPoint. And Angelica Lee Sinje is so cute. She kinda looks like Erdiana. Or the other way round. Whatever.

Was that all? I'm certain it was 8 hours out in total... And being stuck at The Picturehouse due to heavy weather didn't take long.

PS: Oh, also bumped into Divian and Dhaniah. She always has a new hair colour everytime I see her.

a bum's bum

Fer the postless days of the month of October, I think I'd be correct to say that I have been up to nothing. And by nothing, I don't mean I'm doing meaningless crap, I mean literally nothing. Okay, safe fer playing the DS or having meals. Heck I didn't even step outta my house. Yet I start sleeping only in the ungodly hours of the morning.

I'll probably go check out Burger King later. Hope they still have free upsizes. Maybe catch the Bourne Trilogy after I'm done with my run. And maybe those sudden twilight zone anxiety attacks'll stop since I've been given a sign by Kinokuniya. Friday's 20%, shall go purchase some more manga then.

PS: Oh shit, the holidays are over. School starts tomorrow. Again.

the hybrid handheld gamer says

Lately, it's the band that I've been hanging out with, when my ass is actually out the door. Initially intended to just drop by Park Mall fer my portfolio(pictures are up on FaceBook) and head straight home but that would be all too fishy since I'm not known fer short outings. Marina Square was to be the next stop with YQ fer his phone purchase. Personally, I like phones, I just hate the process of buying the phone. I guess it's based on past experiences with bargaining parents, negotiations like these with salesmen bore me to the core. It was a nice wait in the arcade. =)

Mr Woodcock was a pretty cool movie that you could adapt to in real life. I had a Mr Woodcock in my Primary 4 year. His name was Mr PuruShotMan. Yes. That was his official name. Seriously. He was like an Indian Bruce Willis. Seriously. Not a fond year of mine. -shivers-

Willard arrived with Amanda after their dinner and we chilled a little with coffee. If my statistical analysis is correct, 100% of our non-jamming meets have ended up with coffee. And fer future cafe visits, I shall go with Willard's taste.

PS: Metroid Prime Hunters is a pretty cool game. And I'm so enthusiastic about The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass, finally got it. Oh, and I came across this on DeviantArt, would just like to say that I'd totally play this if it were a fighting game. =D

uuuuhhhhhh

With so much time on my hands, days just feel like weeks when I'm stuck with nothing to do. I've definitely used more than enough of my hours surfing the Net and watching movies. If not, I just end up stoning while thinking up my project.

The agency called today, my portfolio's ready. Geez. Didn't feel like picking it up. Maybe I'll head out tomorrow, if I can find more than one reason to drag my ass outta the house.

PS: It's like a slow and evil transformation of a young boy turning into stagnant bum. Sad to say that majority of our male population crosses this path in at least one point of their lives.

now that's what i call music