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.

dogsitting

Kinda feel proud of myself. Finished an hour-long test in the first 5 minutes. Everyone looked appalled upon my action of handing in my paper before they even got halfway through. You could say that I was on a roll. Turns out last night's writing in preparation paid off big time. I woke up with the answers running in circles within my skull. Felt like Chuck flashing through The Intersect when I glimpsed at the paper. However, the lecturer left the hall in the remaining minutes, fer whatever reason. My deduction is that he didn't wanna catch us cheating but also didn't want his passing rate to suck. Now with everyone sharing the info, it really didn't matter on who scored full marks in 5 minutes anymore(okay, maybe I'll leave an allowance on deduction of a mark with a certain irrelevant question in the test). -In The End by Linkin Park in the background-

Still, I guess this is emotionally redeeming. The B I managed to get fer last semester's module wasn't satisfactory. Considering my time was all fer only one subject, 3 months ago, I thought I'd at least get a better grade. Doesn't help when the mother is asking where the A went. It's not like I'm not being competitive... Bah, I've gotta admit I was pretty carefree back then and I learnt not to underestimate exams.

PS: The time fer work submission is nearing. Then study break fer exams. After which, I can dance like Corbin Bleu.

roots

I wouldn't exactly consider this the fact of the day, BUT.....~~

Did you know that I'm appoximately 6.25% non-Chinese? Yeah, like WTF mate. I found it out only today when we were on the topic of my coloured contacts, my aunt mentioned that my great-grandfather(my father's mother's father) had a naturally different colour from the rest of the family and it was not heterochromia. Turns out he was a Eurasian that hailed from China. Now, I'm not very sure how many Eurasians there are in China. Apparently, he's a mix of some blood that I've yet to identify. I'm currently very curious to find that out. However, the tiny percentage doesn't count fer anything when I still look Chinese. And I'm still gonna declare myself Chinese, whatever the fact is. Not like a certain blogger who intentionally faked her family tree with facial plastic.

Boy, you think you know every bit of yerself after 22 years...

PS: Even though the PSP's purpose fer me can be rightfully said as solely fer Monster Hunter, it wouldn't hurt checking out other stuff, like something from our friendly neighbourhood superhero that I stumbled upon.



And people wonder why he's so broody. Obviously, messed with the wrong alien race.

the sky is my blanket

Day by day, I stare blankly at an empty draft, processing random thoughts into doubtful fingers, only to have ideas whisked away, dissolved in the thin air between my digits and the keyboard. Tonight, I will attempt to make it different, even with the uneventful festive holidays, this amateur blogger will squeeze like a sponge in hopes that something verbally worthwhile will leak through his nerves.

Okay, that's probably as much "flowery language" you're gonna get. My attention has clearly been drifting into other forms of cyber-activities, which include online flash games like Pet Society(thanks to my aunt Irene), Bloons Tower Defense 3(thanks to TS), Helicopter and The Last Stand 2, weekly episodes of Chuck, Heroes and Big Bang Theory(thanks to YQ), plus the unavoidable manga-reading routine. There's also academic factors that have contributed to my absence on posting, class assignments are all due before the middle of next month(so screwed), not forgetting the class test coming up in 5 days' time(crossword puzzle styled, how cool is that but with extremely vague clues fer extra bombastic words), oh dear...

Of course, not everything's been about computers. I've been out and about to escape my unhealthy electron-radiating profession. Or at least doing my best. Yes, I know fast food is not exactly the greatest alternative to a internet-free life but nobody's perfect. I've been putting in a bit more effort into running recently, it's important now, considering my birthday will be here in less than 5 months. I suppose that'll be enough time to get me back into army-standard fitness. IPPT my friends, wish me luck and I'll need all the support I can get to clear it before the 11th of March(this is not a hint fer you to take note of).

While we're on the topics of latest news, I guess I should add in fer MIAed friends that I've changed my hairdo yet again. It's a short combed-down style, actually a poor replica of my Monster Hunter character's look but I did not deliberately copy it. I know guys have a habit of getting too enthusiastic with games but I'm pretty sure I myself wouldn't go that far. And since we're on that, I think I should chain-link the subject to my opinion of comic conversation. I do not see the problem with explaining to yer girlfriend the history of at least the more famous Marvel Super Heroes. With the constant movies based on superheroes being released in the recent coupla years, it's totally gonna be inevitable if girls plan on catching these awesome flicks. It's called background information. I'm not saying we're right, you can shut us up when we start stringing on to discuss who will win a fight between Spiderman and Mohinder Suresh.

Now, onto the journal. Glad I finally managed to catch up with Willard and YQ at our latest jamming session last Tuesday. It was the same songs all over again and fer a 2 hour rent on the studio, with YQ's friend as temporary guitarist, who is quite good, hopefully we'll see him on future meetings and maybe make him more permanent if possible, as permanent as Red Carabena can get. =P

Today, EngChye and Alyssa managed to find time to come see the house and trade movies. I'm currently wondering if I should actually organise a housewarming now that all my close friends have officially seen the place already. I'm getting kinda lazy when it comes to hosting. However, here's someone refusing to admit he's a little too old fer parties. Back on track, it was sad that Khai wasn't able to make it earlier today, now I've gotta last another week on my own, hunting Silver Rathalos and Gold Rathian. Troublesome. Bah, have to get back to school work once the weekend's over anyway... Seriously.

PS: Looking fer someone who will watch High School Musical 3 with me. Maybe I will when my brother gets back from Taiwan tomorrow.

gamer reborn

Many of you(or a few since I hardly share similar tastes with others on a variety of things) might recall Bob The Guardian from one of, if not the first, CG-animation, titled ReBoot, with his infamous quote, "This is bad. VERY bad."

With that thought still keenly locked into a certain neuron, I'm just glad I still know when to stop(and make an effort to keep this blog going). Addiction gets the best of me fer most of the time though. This actually sucks. I've gotta complete class assignments in a week's time and I'm still fooling around. And you know it's VERY bad when you start nagging at yerself.

I guess this pattern comes with the course I'm taking. We're pros at programming. Even bigger pros at gaming.

PS: September was pretty uneventful. Bowling at Warren and the 2 hour trip to Sentosa didn't count. So much fer my first civilian anniversary after taking off the green.

they should establish global cooling

I just walked my dog and suddenly it clicked in me to post an update to readers. No, it has got nothing to do with the prompts on the tagboard, implying that I have been lazy or given up on virtual logging.

So, it's like this. There's basically nothing else very important fer me to do online these days besides constantly checking fer school updates, the Bleach and Naruto mangas or Monster Hunter referencing. Been rather busy staying on the work side of computers, anyway, with assignment due dates around the corner. And it's not exactly helping when you have a group that's seven strong. I'm not gonna directly blame individual team members fer the lack of participation although there are souls who are oblivious to the fact that the majority dislikes the likes of them. Still, comparing with the rest of the class, I'd have to say that we're the only initiative with an initiative. At least, with different personalities, we can distribute thinking and leading roles subconsciously, providing an automated working system during discussion.

Urm... Fer those who didn't understand most of the lines phrased in the previous paragraph, I apologize. It must be from doing all those reports fer class. Typing skills are kicking in right about now. I'll try to refrain from sounding complicated. Too late. I'm done. There wasn't much to say. Just wanted to pop back on stage to give my shoutout.

PS: Walking with a dog can get you to make friends or enemies, depending on opposing parties' opinion on canine pets. Most of the time if the former is established, it'd be with the opposite sex, with yer fellow animal partner acting as a pick-up. Strangely enough, this time, I ended up talking to a tattoo-clad dude wearing a beanie and over-sized headphones. I assume he's a dog-lover, considering how much he favoured Victory. We ended up chatting about Uno, who many of you might not know of. Uno is the famous Jack Russell residing in my condo, whose territory is the patio of one of the ground floor units at my block. He practically barks at anything that moves. Recently, he went missing and the family, including several neighbours, started missing his squeaky voice. A couple of weeks passed before he miraculously returned to the house, all groomed. Okay, I dunno where this is leading but it's got something to do with how guys actually don't gossip much, let alone talk to other male strangers, aside from work or other forms of formal query.

$1000 night

Rockin' night out with friends at Amber 21 and Raining Bar. Here're the photos to depict that "you-shouldabeen-there" story. =)