Fast & Furious [SPOILER ALERT]

Just awesome. Makes me wanna grab a muthafuckin' douche by the ankle while a buddy of mine, with equal opinion of that individual, do a wheelie on an American muscle car straight into his ribs.

small talk

Since I've got nothing to do(gasp!) while waiting fer my girl to be done with her friends and we head off to catch either Know1ng or Fast & Furious 4, I decided to be more productive by keeping myself on a roll blog-wise.

Come to think of it, there's not much a boyfriend can do while waiting at home fer his girlfriend's ready call. I can't drink my cans of beer left over from the barbeque that's in the fridge because I'm supposed to drive. I can't turn on the Wii because a game of baseball will work me up to a sweat. I can't watch anything because I'll be caught halfway indefinitely. And I can't play the PSP because I left it in the car. Okay, the last one is my fault and I can't exactly put out the reason I'm typing all this.

It's times like this that girls should figure out why idiotic guys like us can link you to random amusing videos from YouTube. :) Maybe I should conjure a new compromising pose fer my wooden dummy from IKEA to be in...

By the way, Tampines One is now open and damn, the only thing missing is a bowling alley and a stadium. Had breakfast at Mac's(had a number of their meals since the exams) and dropped by Uniqlo's where the apparel seems to fit a slight part of my taste. Didn't buy anything though. I've got this weird thing... I don't like making purchases when a boutique is crowded. I feel that they're all buying the same design as I am and I'll be caught dead dressing in uniform to these freaks.

PS: Congratulations on the news, Alyssa & EngChye. I'm still speechless as I am flattered but I promise I won't be speechless when the day comes! LOL.

return of the potato-eating potato

Done with the first term of the year and I'm following with 3 whole weeks of rotting. The streak of group revisions have totally disintegrated my drive to physically enhance myself. I only managed to partially changed the colour of my hair and it is not due to stress(although the last paper was a killer, considering the fatigue and that NONE OF WHAT I READ ON CAME OUT, way to kill the mood on the previous 3 that I'm sure to ace on). -_-"

Didn't manage to do much in the past month. I had only recently caught Confessions of a Shopoholic, which I heard was not better than the book(like I never heard that review before). And personally, I would like to say I loved the green scarf, in the ungayiest fashion. In addition, there was Witch Mountain, bravo to Dwayne Johnson's antics, he is officially up there in the list of stars fer action comedy in my book. And fer anyone who frequents BBQ Chicken, they changed the menu! I simply cannot believe it! -sobs- Their Hot Hot Drum is now only has a hint of chilli, and they stripped off Ginseng Chicken!!! Ginseng Chicken. It's much more delectable than it sounds. I fell in love with its taste on my second last visit. And they took it all away from me. T_T My favourite place to have fried chicken... Then again, my heart is convincing me that they had a new cook and we were in the wrong branch. I should give it another try.

What have I been doing??? I'm truly turning into a computer freak. Searching fer game hacks and whatnot. Shit, I've been constantly on Monster Hunter and Pokémon. I know what I'm doing but I can't stop it. The best I can do to distract myself from this form of entertainment is by watching either Clone Wars, Chuck, The Big Bang Theory or Heroes.

PS: With time on my hands, I should (i.)pack my field pack and get ready fer a military recall, (ii.)tidy my room and look fer my scientific calculator and (iii.)go shopping fer some Wii games, Rock Band 2 sounds like a start.

Showoff.

the impromptu bbq (hey that rhymed)

This year's birthday was pretty okay considering that the actual day was in the midst of my assignment week.

Thanks fer all the souls who bothered to make it to a last minute barbeque hosted by moi at last Sunday. Much more gratitude goes out to Khai, Greg and Amanda(:*) fer assisting me in some late night grocery shopping at Giant(after an awkwardly crowded dinner at IKEA sitted next to a group of very old homosexuals) and marination(I know it's not in the dictionary but we made that up).

Why is she getting us to smile? Man U just got owned.

There's more where that came from. And that's not my bag.

After the prep, it was off to Carl's Jr. @ East Coast.

Zappel & Zuchinni. Etc., etc., etc..

Thanks fer the presents. (Only managed to snap with one.)

After which, I cleaned up and returned home to find a Wii waiting fer me. -prances-

And ya know there're tons more reasons from YouTube on why you should have yer own. ;)

PS: Gosh, I've been looking rather crappy in photos as of late. I blame sleepless nights and overworking on the computer.

23

It's that number. I'm that age. Everyone else either has been there or is going to.

Strangely, I don't feel any older. I'm not gonna gloat on that babyface crap but I really don't feel much like an adult. Why is that? I wonder. Is it because I don't work in an office? Is it because I don't wear a slick suit? Is it because I still play video games? Is it because I still blog? Is it because I still wear velcro-strapped shoes? Or is it because I go to sleep at sunrise?

PS: One thing's fer sure, the party mood has turned dull. Pure instincts to club and drink have deteriorated.

now with commercial breaks

It's March. More than a month since the last edit and I'm going to apologise, not fer keeping you guys waiting but fer giving you an extremely overcompensating post, all which I have no pictures to show.

BIRTHDAYS
With my birthday in 10 day's time, I can't help but reminisce on the past 2 barbeques I was at.

Gerald's event was basically an easygoing class gathering, with only 8 of us plus a coupla his neighbours and family. Took us a while to get a fire started and turned out it was the charcoal that was the problem, aside from our "skills" and optical support. Anyway, the food turned out edible and we had more than enough to go around. We also had a game of soccer and basketball that resulted in reasonable fun, considering my unsporting laziness. I ripped my shirt though. Never am I gonna see it again. -sob- It's beyond what sewing can repair. T_T Night ended with the usual scene being a group of us sitting around a table by the pool playing with bubbles and peeling oranges, not forgetting the walkman phones, or DSes fer some...

PeiWen had a chalet at Aloha Changi, which to me still seems like a very rural(if you can call it that) area with a decent but rather rocky-looking, yacht-filled shore. Barbeque this time turned out slightly better with experience gained from the previous one, in addition to the amount of helping hands. I have to say, my prowess in grilling chicken wings has improved quite a bit. Ha~ The success rate, I would say, was alot higher this time round and we didn't spend that much time experimenting on time fer different meats or seafood(except fer the caught crabs and squid which I still feel sorry fer). After dinner activities were a little different considering the alcohol and cards involved. I can safely swear that there was no money involved in the games, so you can assume how much Martell(or Jack Daniel's, or Bailey's, or Barons) went into our livers. It was definitely a night to get high but there comes a time at every party when the mood suddenly dies. Birthday girl couldn't take her shots and we carried on without her fer a few more hours before sensing haste among her female buddies who didn't seem to favour her other friends. We decided to bail at 6 in the morning when we're breathalizer-proof and I got home at sunrise. Sounds like a typical night after ChinaBar before I enlisted. Ah... Good times, good times.

Sigh~ I'd be open to any suggestions on what I should be doing. Haven't really been in the mood fer planning with all the school asizzle that's been keeping me bizzle.



THE CAR
The car has gotten into worse condition recently due to carelessness on my part, as well as my brother's complacency. It was along the way to Tanah Merah MRT station, from the barbeque at Aloha Changi(no, I was not drunk, truthfully) when I accidentally drove too close to the right kerb, causing the front tire to brush with the concrete. Oh poor scarred and skinned rubber, not forgetting scraped and bent metal spoke. -sobs- I could, however, imagine far worse things that could happen to a car with 5 20-somethings attempting to overtake a slow van. Touch wood. The afternoon following the incident, I woke to an inevitable nagging of concern. This isn't what I'm complaining about. The next day, my brother got into an accident while driving back from camp as he was replaying an album on his iPod and mismanaged the brake, involving 2 more drivers with damaged vehicles. The damage didn't look as bad as described to me but I'm wondering why my brother never got the earful I received. Beyond that, my mom continued to remind me to be careful traffic-wise. WTF right. Call me childish but I find it unfair. Just because everyone assumes fer me to be more of the careless one and him being unreasonably aggressive does not make it a valid reason to be THAT prejudiced. I could be a little sensitive here but I think it's pretty obvious.



LUNAR NEW YEAR
Not much on this account. The lunar new year is nothing without dishing out the poker cards and mahjong tiles. Rihanna was performing on TV this year, so I suppose it made things less monotonous. I earned quite a big sum from dealing at BlackJack, mostly with relatives over at my grandmother's place but I lost about half of my winnings coupla days later at Leonard's hosting. There's not much to note on this festival, really. I think it's pretty much the same every time. And the holiday vibe dies a little more every year.



SCHOOL
Okay... I know the grasshopper approach fer doing work isn't very healthy but it's been proven to work on my account. While complacency has already started to kick back into my school life again, I suppose it hasn't really posed an academical danger as I've mastered the "art" of creating a crazy-proof alter-ego(imaginary angel if you will) to remind me constantly not to cross the line and be a sloth. Also, having full-time gamers as classmates have a positive effect on me as I look at them and go, "shit no, I don't wanna be like that". Still, not as competitors but as group members, I can't help but be influenced by their ways. I'm just glad I still see it as me pulling them up rather then them dragging me down. =P



MOVIES
Ponyo: No matter how cute you think the artwork is, it'll cure any level of insomnia. Nice animation though.
The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button: Magical but sad. Like a silent nightmare. But awesome make up.
Valkyrie: You know what's gonna happen but it's still so tense.
Red Cliff: If war were that easy.
Slumdog Millionaire: Must watch. Although the chances of every single question on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire being based on yer life is clearly very slim, it still has this real feeling to it.
He's Just Not That Into You: 2 words. SO TRUE. And it's also funny to watch when it's not happening to you.

my sentiments exactly

After the inauguration of the new American president, Barack Obama, I sincerely wanted to say something about it after the event but Will.I.Am. had already sang a song about it.



It also happens to be my new favourite song.

story of a bruise

He checks his schedule and prepares the material to get his homework done when he gets back. A day out shopping with his mother has triggered his sloth and the weather did not help at all. Dinner was all he was looking forward to fer the rest of the day and he was getting hungrier as the sun relentlessly concentrated on his underexposed dry skin. Finally, upon entering the car, he turned up the air-conditioning and listened to his so-called soothing music on his favourite radio station. After checking fer the usual items he brings to his grandmother's house, he releases the handbrake and rides his way. Still early, he remains enthusiastic on the fact he gets squeeze a wireless game in with his cousin before the meal. Like the hunger made his stomach rumble louder, his anxiety caused acceleration in the beating of his heart, filling him with hidden excitement upon arriving at the gate. The car nicely fits by the side of relatives' parked cars and he confidently tames his steed. Making the way out of his mobile, carrying the tools of his trade, he carefully avoids any accidental deforming of the vehicles as he greets. Observant he was not but fortunate, as the door shuts, the blunt painted edge mercifully pushed his index finger out of dismemberment's way with the price of compressing the area above the lunula. The surge of shock did not come till seconds later when his brain had acknowledged the feeling that it was. It was then he silently released his angst fer the reserved character he always is. Quickly, he bolted fer the washroom where he ran cold water through his digits, rendering the injury temporarily numb with stillness. Throughout the feast, his left hand had a rather awkward posture but it was something he could live with. Forcing a normal holding would most definitely feel like a running water hose within that had been rolled over and blocked by a tank.

In this memory, the victim's initial thought was to inform family and friends of such an occurance, in hopes of bearing them this warning:

FER THOSE WHO'VE NEVER HAD SUCH AN EXPERIENCE, GETTING YER APPENDAGE CAUGHT BY A DOOR IS FUCKING PAINFUL.

now into collecting postcards

Let's see what's new. In the past week, I guess you could say a handful of events happened. Some of which may be trivial as compared to others... I got owned at my hand at Street Fighter 4(I officially fear Dhalsim, the yoga master), received a pile of homework(once you've worn green, anything else will sound good), turned into an uncle(congratulations to Don and Jovyna and welcome, Jayden!) and finally gathered enough willpower to push me through gym sessions(I rest fer about 5 to 10 minutes between static and cardio workouts, hopefully, that's enough to avoid any physical failure, touch wood).

Wow, I sure as hell summarise too damn well. Now I have nothing else to say. Except 2 public matters at hand.

Don't worry, it's got nothing to do with US presidency or local culprits committing arson on other living things.

Today, I was strolling in the crazy wind along Raffles' Place to drop by on my girlfriend at the salon while blowing my sweat and wiping my sweat on 2 separate tissues and not at the same time, I didn't notice any dustbins stationed around the consecutive flow of buildings. Now, I know with the new smoking law, I can assume the government is trying to discourage any break in this rule by removing ashtrays but have organizations stopped to think about non-smoking civilians with dirty paper napkins that render their hands full if that were actually the case? However, that's not the point I'm trying to get across. The point is that I surprisingly realised that there was no form of litter anywhere around. Like. WHOA. Let's be a little honest with ourselves here. We all know Singapore has rigidly maintained her image of being an environmentally clean and green society but we can't avoid the fact that there are obviously some of us(not me, seriously, and I really just wanna say MOST but I don't wanna exaggerate) that just go, "oops, the tissue flew away, oh well, someone will clean it up". I can come up with reasons to back up my theory of such a clean business district. 1, the cleaners have been instructed to thoroughly comb through every bench and bush fer anything that is not related in colour to the bench or bush so as to create a sense of beauty to the sight of potential expatriates or visiting foreign investors. 2, the office workers are so busy working in their cubicles that they don't even have time to step out fer a kit-kat. Or 3, which is possibly the most unlikely in my opinion, civilians in that central really are civil about it. Perhaps it actually is true. I've heard that no matter how small a place is, even fer Singapore, different kinds of people hail from different districts. This should explain why an area like Raffles with no dustbins will still stay clean and somewhere like my condominium will still have chicken wings and clumps of paper lying all over even though there's a dustbin every 50 metres.

Another thing I would like to bring up is just out of curiosity. Why are all security guards old men? Call me ignorant fer being oblivious to whatever policies they've established but my idea of security is the type they have in bars and clubs where they're definitely getting it right. I'm disclaiming any prejudice against aged males... It's just that I don't think it's a very reliable force fer this line of work. Armies send gentlemen of their 20s to the frontlines and these employers are expecting a bunch of unfit uniforms to prevent a stand-off at a shopping mall, school, or private estate. Yeah, like a buncha drunkards are gonna cost more trouble than people risking national security. I'm also not pointing out that they should switch the night scene bouncers with security guards, I'm suggesting common sense among employers. I find it very contradicting. To put it in a way that almost everyone can understand, the closest reference I can give is 300, the movie. Unless you still have a body of ripping muscles at that age, yer ability to defend will remain a failed fact.

PS: I confess to running amber lights continuously. I know it's a bad habit. And I will try not to drive at highway speed around the neighbourhood anymore. Although it's still awesome.

year of the bullshit

The new year of 2009 doesn't seem so special. I guess the constant recent partying has got a part to play in exhausting the hype. So much so that I became too lazy to do anything, though I've been acting otherwise.

However, today, I saw something redundantly amusing that I just had to blog about it. As I made my way out my condo's gate, crossed the road and strolled under the first void deck, a peculiar sight I noticed. Dozens of dead cockroaches around the lift lobby, give or take a few that were staggering in a help-me-i-don't-wanna-die manner. My first thought was simply, whoa. Then as I walked past the next coupla blocks I started to hold my breath worryingly while I witness a happy ending to a Starship Troopers/Men In Black movie, as that thought slowly developed into a ponder on what extreme pesticide was used fer this massive extermination. Look, I'm no biologist but I'm very certain if it can kill thousands of cockroaches, it'd probably give humans potency problems or whatnot.

Pity I didn't have my camera with me.

PS: School's been in session fer more than a week now and I'm very glad that 3 out of 4 of the modules fer this term have assignments required to be done individually. Unfortunately, that 4th module had to have a 5-member group rule and I had to reluctantly admit Professor Camelface into ours. I still don't know his name although he wrote it in my notebook because, quite frankly, I despise him fer the way he talks and the way he looks. I suppose I should logically review his performance within my territory before I judge him any further. Still, I'm gonna treat him like shit. I'm sure he already senses the hostility. By the way, fer the people reading this and have no idea who he is, this fella is just another ass in the class who's the target of dissing. The one that everyone will throw tomatoes at if they were given one(or more) each. Yeah. That guy.

didn't get a wii

I'm very sure no one was expecting a log on my life during the festivities. After all, I did SMS every single person on my phonebook as sincerely as "Merry X'mas" would seem over a text message. So a post would deem a very sad virtual greeting.

The eve was spent with Amanda and Khairul, we had dinner at the BBQ Chicken place at DownTown East before checking out new games like Tatsunoko VS Capcom and watching Ip Man(my favourite movie of December). Rain was heavy but we managed to get to shelter with minimal drenching. Crazy weather. However, what's crazier than the weather was Donnie Yen's punching speed. Khairul and I tried the moves after the film, we looked ridiculous. Still, there are only two words fer Ip Man: FUCKING AWESOME.

Christmas and Boxing Day parties were hosted by Kev and Greg respectively. If I know anything, it's that gatherings like that haven't changed a bit. A table with every kind of meat and various alcohols over conversations about games and old school stories or just making fun of each other. Maybe it was the food or the sitting but I got pretty drained by the time the clock struck 2. All in all, everyone had their share of laughs, so I guess it's like how every Christmas special on any TV show would conclude before the credits roll, except that it was humid and there were no jingling bells.

PS: Wow, when I type it down, it doesn't seem like a lot happened. Maybe it's because I'm too lazy to journalise the scorching Tuesday I went down to Ericsson Pet Farm with Juvena, her little sis and my girlfriend to purchase a pair of hamsters, followed by a night of Mario Kart DS multiplayer. And school starts on Monday. WTF right? At least the class has been moved to the Dhoby Ghaut campus. That's gonna be much more lenient on my EZ-Link card.

unhealthy in a good way

Besides catching The Day The Earth Stood Still, the entire last week was generally me on the road to recovery from internal bleeding due to what I can assume is overwhelming gastric fluids melting my stomach. I'm better now. My diet's better now. The back still hurts a little bit but it's also getting better. Hopefully, I can head back to the gym before the end of next week.

Spent the days at home contemplating my educational route. I had to have a professional perspective so I headed down to the campus to have the programme consultant help me with his knowledge on what's in store. I personally felt that my trip down to school was to have someone convince me on why I should go fer the class I'm eyeing fer. I was already leaning towards one side of the fence to begin with. So it's been decided that I stick to Information Technology, rather then branching out to the integrated skills of Business Computing or a new thing like Digital Multimedia. I realistically deducted that a double major would be more promising than an honour's degree, with something vast to fall back on instead of a high-status field of close-ranged expertise. In the end, a degree is still a degree. So yup.

Now that I've got the academic aspect settled... The Arena. Even with a bleeding stomach, I had the mood to go fer a party. The fact being that I'd not been there before and not clubbing in months made the night slightly more exhilirating. As exhilirating as tequila shots and martell mixes can take you.

10 seconds short of a silver

Back again in the usual clothes. Had been suffering from a serious case of indigestion fer the past 3 days. Fortunately, the illness occured the night after I passed my IPPT. I'm still unsure of the cause being abdomenal cramps from living a long time without practicing on my sit-ups or I had eaten something bad at one of the camp's messes. There was a specific point earlier in the week when the rest of the body except the stomach area ached a real deal and it surprisingly felt better. The pain in my tummy just was killing me and I haven't been sleeping well at night.

The medicine either isn't working or is reacting much slower than the acid melting the layers of muscle within my throat. Much like the medics who made me wait an incredibly long period of time fer my prescription. They seemed to be more interested in figuring out how lightsticks work than treat their last patient of the day.

So far, I feel less uncomfortable while trying the fight-fire-with-fire approach, i.e., to stuff myself with tidbits fer breakfast and I think the food is finally going down past the ribcage. I'll be grateful fer that, tasting vomit isn't exactly the best thing in the world.

PS: I bumped into Arthur after shopping at the Reservist Souvenir Shop, otherwise known as the E-Mart. He's still a trainee, in envy that I can enter offices at my will. And felt kinda uncomfortable when he was chatting with me like I'm an active sergeant. Lol~

will they gimme the new uniform?

A mix of Brand's to do my best and Mentos to make me fresh over the past 2 weeks has allowed me to unlock that spare energy to tolerate stress levels up to today. At last, the last paper fer my Diploma in Infocommunications Technology has ended. It wasn't exactly a tough paper to finish off but the answers were sure as hell darn long(could just be me, was the third last to leave the room). In this case, I'm sure the quality is in the quantity. Now that I can have a breather, it still feels weird that I'm loafing around empty-handed. Part of my heart is telling me that I've yet to cover another textbook or write some notes. But on the whole, I feel like the polar opposite of that green monster at the end of every Just For Laughs episode.

The entire gang sat down fer milkshake at Billy Bombers(saw Jill and SMSed her but I didn't get a reply, tsk...) at The Cathay, which is just behind the Dhoby Ghaut campus. I, of course, had to be special and ordered a bowl of nachos mixed with salsa, cheese, chicken cubes and jalapeño slices. Just typing it out is enough to make my mouth water again. So anyway we followed up with pool at Paradiz Centre where many technical faults took place. I didn't really wanna start showing off my skillz-dat-killz from the moment the table opened so I ran an errand of exchanging a defective USB LED/fan fer my girlfriend at Sunshine Plaza with Egg(TeckSeng, but Egg sounds more welcoming and it's easier to type) as company. I don't exactly remember the name of the shop but they damn right have no knowledge of doing business. There was no receipt fer me. They had no contacts with other branches to check stock. And okay, I know they are girls but they weren't ballsy at all. I was quite annoyed by the fact that they told me I had the last piece and I had to switch it with some other useless piece of shit in that junkyard. After much consideration about topping up the charge and the degree of the product usage, I managed to conjure a 5-minute case study in my brain and conclude to buy the Hello Kitty standing fan which is also operational via batteries. The piece also happened to be the last one in stock and I surprised myself with this loud tone when I questioned them if everything in the store was the last of each. It just occured to me that I didn't enquire if I could charge batteries while plugging it into the USB port. Fuck it. Novelty shops are fun but just fucked. Maybe it's like how you can go to the zoo but you can't keep yer own white tiger.

Havin' a break @ Billy Bombers after the paper.[clockwise from front left: Superhero, GrizzlyBear, Tackey, Spammer, Koolwool, Egg & Sk8terBoi]

Late night movie of the week: Quarantine. I had secretly anticipated this flick fer a while, knowing that it had that video-camera concept going on. If you're not so easily nauseated or especially faint-hearted, you can bother to watch this film, though you might already predict the ending before the film starts. Still, it's one freaky movie to keep you on the edge of the edge of the edge of yer seat. You might retain a funny feeling that something is gonna suddenly jump at you from behind to rip yer neck or cheek off.

PS: I just found out that the advanced diploma route has specialized paths as well. Guess I'll have to make another choice after enquiring with the noob coordinator. Fer now, the next three days will be spent preparing fer my four-day reservist camp.

lagging

Aftermath of a hardcore study night almost feels like what one would, following a crazy party.

Except that I didn't have my contact lenses still on.

Except that the butterflies in my stomach were not from vodka or bourbon.

Except that I had no recollection of a sexually tensed occurance with a hot chick.

Except that my ears are working fine.

Except that my consumables were not released orally.

Except that my hair didn't have wax.

Except that I wasn't wearing a denim jacket in bed.

And except that I didn't receive any morning calls starting with, "YO!", "HAHA." or "EHHH...".

PS: The Database Management paper today sucked ass. And I totally feel bad. Not because I think it's such a difficult examination[I seriously did mug my ass off(okay, it didn't come off)]. I felt bad because I didn't feel bad about knowing I did not do well. I suppose the sorrow had already been passed around and shared by the entire hall. The faces with only one look: hopeless. The grade fer this module now rests in our assignment results, class participation and attendance. Sigh, or maybe I'm just too darn tired and it hasn't sunk in yet.

mebbe i'm a wolfman

I wanna start by saying... I WANNA WATCH THIS.



Okay.

As it turned out, exam on Tuesday was indeed a real paper. Apparently, our uninformative lecturer had misled us by mentioning that each question merely cost 4 marks, thus creating our underestimation. It was obvious to tell that most of us were stunned and furious at the bracketed 20s fer each question. Suspicious. However, we kinda justified our opinon by assuming that she'll generously award 5 marks per point made. At least, it was something to make us feel alot better, not forgetting that we had already spotted the required answers beforehand. I guess the entire class passed fer this one. Well, that's one down and two to go...

Had dinner at Central last night. Finally, tried my tandoori chicken Subway sandwich. I liked it. The entire building is relatively new, there's still a lot of units yet to be rented out. Did notice a candy bar in the basement though, which was hard to escape the eye with the crowd. They had this open kitchen theme where they demonstrated how the candy was made. Think glass-blowing, without glass and without air. I know it's senseless but it looked like the candyman was kneading mountains of semi-solid coloured sugar over a teppenyaki-styled stove. It's simple yet amusing to spectate.

Today wasn't much of a deal. It was constant change in weather and I wasted away the time Monster Hunting in bed while waiting fer YQ to arrive, only to cancel our gym session fer less strenuous activities; eg., installation of applications, streaming videos, etc. Then it was off to window-shop at Challenger's and JJ's fer prices we might get to compare with on products that probably'll be on sale at Sitex starting tomorrow at the Expo. Wonder if I should walk there... A USB multi-port just isn't worth it fer carpark admission, or EZ-Link credits fer that matter.

Whatever the plan is, I suppose I've gotta hit the sack early tonight in order to make it fer Mac breakfast in the morning. It's not like I have new stuff to watch now anyway. The hard disk is in my girlfriend's bag. Grrr. What an empty night. T_T

PS: Twisted my shoulder while I was asleep. My front lower gum has been bruising. And now there's another nosebleed acting up. Hope I'm not mutating.

judging from my calculations

First of all, I would like to thank YQ fer spending his off day over at my place, assisting me in formatting my desktop. With all the thrash outta the way and a generous donation to double my RAM, it's almost like we went Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind on the PC, totally feels like a brand new one. But one thing I'd like to set straight is, being a programmer doesn't exactly mean I know loads of crap about tech stuff. I know it's an exaggerated comparison but it's like how Neo only knows how to fight in The Matrix. Basically, I'm a specialist. Also, I would like to thank Miss Self-Proclaimed-Skeleton-With-Fats fer spending her time with me, learning a thing or two about how to deal with computers, if not worthlessly. I have to say it was rather productive and I learnt quite a handful of knowledge that can only be earned through experience and I'd be sure to bear it in mind.

However, we all know that's one day off the revision period. The first paper is on the 25th and if my math is still okay, then I've probably only covered 29.1375% of what I assumed will be coming out in question form fer the exams. Frankly, it looks like a shoo-in from the looks of outside the picture, I'm still not gonna underestimate the standard. Doing that hasn't gotten me far in the past and I highly doubt it will in the future that's to come. With less than 5 days and the Terminator soundtrack beating profusely louder and louder with each second gone, I foresee a serious anxiety attack if I don't do more than mere highlighting on text.


DOONGDOONG DOONG DOONGDOONG.

food fer thought

Now, I'm just wondering who'd win in a fight between Aizen Sosuke and Arthur Petrelli... Anyone with a reasonable deduction, please keep me notified because this self-created suspense is killing me.

PS: I know it's kinda geeky but from a class of people who call each other by their online usernames, I'm pretty sure I'm quite normal.

[whatever you think i'd say]

My, this is getting irregular, not to say I'm forgetting the blog life. It's not exactly an excuse to say that I was busy, 'cos I really was. Really.

That past week and a half were spent on brutally referencing and editing class projects before handing in the final pieces of work. I'm quite spent now. Brand's Essence Of Chicken can only help so much. I'm sure nothing like a coupla good nights' sleep will help me recover my stamina. Even when typing this, I can hardly keep my eyes open. And I still have to bring Victory downstairs. Hopefully, I don't start sleepwalking but I suppose one cannot drench himself of energy like he did back in National Service. I'm gonna end this short and sweet. Just wanted to update on my physical status. -_- If I go on anymore, I'd be blabbering. And many of you know I start mentioning weird shit when I get tired.



PS: I missed the Rihanna concert to rush last-minute touch-ups on the Microsoft Access presentation and scanning fer Corporate Social Responsibility material. Now, there's no new Naruto manga chapter that I had strongly anticipated fer this week. With the exams round the corner, I wonder what fun-filled events I might have clashed with revision. -sobs-

iced tea overdose

Microsoft Access is really confusing. I could really just be a noob but database management can occasionally screw yer mind up. However, I've gotten that assignment out of the way with its completion last night(only to be told the due date was delayed to the following week) to make time fer Quantum Of Solace today.

You've probably heard me say it before but I'll say it again. If Americans can pick the right candidate fer presidency, I don't see why they can't get someone better than Daniel Craig to play James Bond. Too square, too blonde and without black eyes. And to add to my disappointment, not many futuristic gadgets, no nice car and the best looking female character died horribly. Sorry fer the spoilers, I'm safely assuming all who're reading this have already watched it or plan not to. Don't get me started on villains, I was really expecting some high-class distinguishable bad guy with some fancy style of his or her own, not forgetting an exotic hideout. Sometimes, it's just good to kick it old school.

Of course, if you're looking fer something more lighthearted, go fer Tropic Thunder.

PS: I got my PSP back. Ha. I foresee a DJ Max fever comin' on.