Kani Nabe

hi, yesterday was e-eight class barbeque and it made me wonder why the hell it isn't raining even a drop today.

i reached east coast park at around four yesterday to see a bunch of monkeys (whoops, i'm just kidding) trying to make fire. i offered help and as soon as three charcoal bases were being set up, it started drizzling. i cursed and swore at the heavens and finally, it unleashed its true powers, not the storm yet, but the kind-of-heavy-rain. we could only helplessly watch the flame die off before scrambling about to keep the rain away from the food.

we planned to seek refuge somewhere and so fifi and yani went to scout for shelter. luckily, some two nice uncles shared their shelter with us. they seemed to live there as they had almost everything ranging from an underwear to a hot-water flask chucked below the benches. they even had a portable arm chair to sit on! one of the uncles offered to lend us his portable barbeque pit and even helped in starting the fire. he used zippo fuel to get the charcoal burning fast. HARDCORE MAN! next time i swear i'll bring stuffs like rocket fuel if it's legal. we started barbecuing salmon and chicken wings. anyway i took off my shoes and rolled my jeans up. for the whole day, i looked like a shipwrecked farmer from china. we all really looked like the victims in LOST. hellloooooooooooo, we are here for a fun barbeque session, not to be battered by the rain and then looking like robinson crusoe. but looking on the bright side, it's a mere downpour, peanuts compared to tsunami.

the rain stopped for almost an hour and the group wanted to move back to the pit. this was when our beloved vip, mr son wei ming came. come on friends, let's start bitching about how unfair life is. he was enjoying himself watching the rain by the bus window while we all were like soaked dogs. rofl.

rico and gang came too and we started building a fire again, hoping the sun will not turn his back on us again. we continued with the cooking and mr son cracked his kani nabe joke, which means crab stew in japanese. while everyone was laughing and laming around, bright purple clouds emerged from one corner of the heavens. we felt occasional tiny droplets but refused to accept the fact by taking them as droplets from the trees. but it was in no time that the entire sky turn purplish and the rain was back to claim us of our fun.

this time however, we stayed to battle the rain. son whipped out his miniature umbrella that actually helped save the fire from the rain miraculously. he should have brought the classical durian umbrella which probably could've provided shelter for ten people.

the rain stopped again and i went seven-eleven to get a pair of slippers and some beer with rico and gang. after that, we headed back to the shelter where we tried finishing the food and drank. before ending the whole thing, fifi was trying to get rid of the syrup drink in the dispenser by forcing offering the guys to drink. jin xian was already high on the syrup and started uttering rubbish. i don't know why, but he gets high even on non-alcoholic drinks. NEVER ever try bringing him to a pub, he'll probably make it into the headlines by smashing a bottle of whiskey on everybody's head. anyway that's not the point. it was time to go and we cleared up before leaving. i offered a can of beer to the uncle as a thank for all the trouble.

jin xian and i followed rico home. i had a hot bath at his house and that recovered my senses. we then went to the benches at the playground and bummed around playing psps and cards until three plus in the morning where i cabbed home with jin xian. i puzzled me why he was so hyper last night. it was like four plus, i was knocked out on bed but he's still playing battlefield.

my dear heavens, oh please, do NOT let this happen again for my next barbeque.

that's mr son, our 'sonshine' after the sun have set. he's also our c programming lab lecturer.

check this out, we managed to keep the flame burning and wings roasting even in the rain.

salted fish going at thirty bucks each. yes, i was carrying my sneakers all the way from east coast park to bedok, then to pasir and finally to punggol. wtf.

yani the optimist, whose heart was untouched by the rain. actually, playing in the rain's fun but the fire being put out and having no change is not!

not only did i look like a shipwrecked farmer from china. i was as pale as a fish too. BOO!

Jingle Balls

christmas eve wasn't that bad after all. i thought it's only darren chilling with me but johny, aaron and desmond all came. that was reunion man. we all pooled awhile at toa payoh crc till everybody was there. after that, we cabbed down to some twenty-four hour convenience stall near johnny's and got vodka, something to mix with and chips. the counter girl introduced us cranberry juice for mixing and it's really good stuff. it rids vodka of the raw taste i don't like. we got quite high (even without drinking) while walking to johnny's place and he was quite worried that his neighbours will complain to the guards (it's an apartment). we played indian poker and finished the bottle in no time. soon it's time to leave and i cabbed home with desmond and aaron. before leaving, i took a picture!

too bad, the lighting kind of suck. it says, "ughhhhh.. i want to go home."

last night, i went town to meet up with OX, kian loong, kaiyu, jiarong and gerald. but for some reason, we waited for some unknown person for damn long. we sat around cine's long john and chatted a little before heading home. we all called that wasted youth. rofl.

Hi there.

hi there and pardon me for not having any entries for quite a long time. i was down with viral gastroenteritis since last wednesday and only recovered this monday. my appetite was really bad and luckily, it came back on this wednesday. but the comeback put me in certain disadvantage too, like getting broke. oh guess what, i'm left with twenty for christmas and the rest of the month. that's like one of the saddest ever christmas i'll be going through i guess. i had no honey for the past few christmas but at least had some money to bum around with friends and pamper myself. now? rofl, no honey, AND no money. so i'm forced to my last resort, flipping through my debt book (which only contains around three people). good ken is returning me ten but adrayne*'s being a huge bastard. he owes me sixty and either ignored my calls or switched off his phone. back then, he tried to convince me to join his company which deals with health products using multi-level networking (probably bullshiting). he claimed that it could make a windfall and so that's it, his windfall is oweing others money. nevermind, i shall keep pestering him for it. let's drop this damned topic before i start cursing and swearing again, which priscilla doesn't like.

*name editted to protect myself in case a huge stack falls from the heavens and he wanna sue me for slander.

i'm gonna show some pictures, some of which that made me broke but happy.

my old high-cut gave way so here's my new sneakers with gay blue soles. it's rather plain and i shall design the sides if i have time.

a new belt that takes the place of my traditional SA belts, LOL. but trust me, sa belts are durable and can be of more uses when you are approached by an attacker. and jin xian, you can whip your brother with it if he doesn't want to share his psp. roflol!

i went yishun's sakae sushi with rico and jin xian on wednesday. it's like disappointing although the manager was nice. look at the belt, all cheap and typical sushi for buffet. i'm serious, there are almost as much containers of wasabi as those plates of lousy sushis. no free flow drink, not much to order from the menu for the buffet.

I LOVE SUKI SUSHI! i shall advertise for them. there's two rather quiet ones, one at paradiz and the other is at hougang plaza. i went to one at paradiz with jin xian, rico and po yesterday. the buffet includes anything below $4.90 and so we gluttons grabbed all the yellow plates (yes, those which cost $4.90). the baby octopuses, seasoned scallops, jellyfishes, softshell crabs, sashimis, handrolls, butter oysters and all are just free flow. isn't that good deal? we ate like we had just made a trip to africa and back by foot. so much that the manager probably told his chef to decrease the frequency of yellow plates on the belt. but that's no treat, we could still order through the menu. one word to sum up this buffet session, OWNAGE!

this happend during digital electronics lab lesson. i was trying to remove wires from the breadboard quick and stripped one of the poor wires off his green christmas coat. pwned, poor wire. but ah lian (our dear lecturer's nick), wouldn't mind i guess because i learnt that from her!

alright, that should be all for the moment and i shall end this with a tribute to aaron ang, a dear friend of des and me. FOR YOU AARON!!! merry christmas and all!

Jump off the building with a shinai = lmao

today's FUN!

okay, maybe not THAT fun but still it is better than the rest of last week which was dull. guess what? i went kbox-ing! in case you are from mars or even pluto, kbox's a place where there are rooms, karaoke sets and where people who probably can't sing gather.

"where people who probably can't sing gather." why do i say that?

of course, i do have my reasons so listen. i was late and went up to the ktv room alone. as i was looking up for the room my friends are in, i walked pass several rooms and...

first room: i was stunned by the low-frequecy yet trembly-loud noise voice emitted from it. the first thing that came into my mind was DINOSAURS! recall watching jurassic park? yeah, it sounded exactly like dinosaurs having a hot orgasm in that movie. i wonder what were in the room and what were they doing.

second room: there's a huge transition between this room and the the previous. so followed up was a sharpest ever shrill of the century, which was probably of 20 thousand hertz. something you might not even hear if you take a trip down to a pig farm everyday.

third room: this was just what i needed after walking past the first and second room. the singing sounded as monotonous constant as tibetan holy chantings. oh dalai lama, how peaceful for my ears.

with these rubbish aside, i proceeded to my room to watch others sing because i couldn't read the sub-titles. i had only two chances to sing and i made full use of them by screaming my lungs off at the mike. i think i've beaten the three rooms mentioned above because rico who was in the toilet claimed to have heard my wonderful singing. that was ultra de-stressing. so do try out, it isn't that expensive. after watching numerous mtvs that they've picked, i realized there's a pattern in mando-pop mtvs. they all revolve around people running, couples making out, girls getting terminal illnesses, and stupid guys dying for them. i remember one where a retard held onto his shinai (kendo stick) and charged down the top of the building just because his girl's in a coma. and after landing like a curry-stained roti prata at the first storey, the girl wakes up suddenly to look for him. no comments, just...

lmao! out.

Durian fetish and Emo friday

it had been a rather long week.

first to begin with, we'll have rico and company's durian fetish!

it all started when rico discovered this genuine d-24 drink and decided to try it. soon, most of the gang started drinking it almost everyday and even generously brought the fragrance into our air-conditioned LTs and tutorial rooms. the fragrance however, were unwelcomed by people like stephanie and jia lin. they make a huge din about it, probably acting cute or seeking attention. i'm just kidding, but even mr son said it was just a drink, so... RELAX LA! and by the way, the usual drink isn't like how it looks in the picture. the one shown is an early-bird special.

Emo friday

now, look at these faces...

jay chou: sigh...

siti: arghhhhh!

jinxian aka dayang (look at his shirt): wo bu yao mei ren yu, wo yao zzzzzzzzzzzz...

farhana: i want to go home...

yit jing: wah lao eh... i slept for three hours only leh.

why are they like that? read on.

i reached school at 7.30am and was walking through the back gate when jinxian called. he told me that internet application lab was cancelled, just a few minutes ago. i went WHAT THE HELL! and made my way to yio chu kang mrt staion where all the sleepy heads gathered. everyone was pretty moodless as the next lesson only starts at one. that's five and a half hours! enough for me to go johor, say hi to my aunty and uncle and then rush back.

so after some discussion, we ended up in food junction to eat, drink, bum around, crack dirty jokes, read papers, play scissors-paper-stone, play handphone games and finally! it is nine-forty only. ughhh. we went to grassroots club to play the arcade machines. i like the safari game where you drive on a jeep to capture animals - liang teck's profession, as he works at night safari. by ten-thirty, we tried the pool hall which is supposed to be opened by eleven. liang teck psycho-ed the minah at the counter by telling her she's lonely and so, she allowed us in. this time for real, the clock struck one and we went for our lecture - to sleep of course.

Energy!

des and i came across this poster at some kbox and found it weird. so... what the heck is so energetic about/in this poster? where is the energy they promised? lol, by the way that's des' finger so energy fans, kill him if you want to, not me. people, you can try copying this picture and using editing tools, circle out the part which you think is energetic in red. this excludes the middle finger. mail in your entries to me and i'll select the most reasonable and convinving one to walk away with ONE-HUNDRED cents. entries with des' middle finger circled will be voided.

Twenty-day Spectacles Scheme

i made a trip down to bugis with high hopes that i'll recover my specs. okay, maybe i was lying to myself. jay chou was nice enough to accompany me while waiting for his friends to reach. he's there for some steamboat! lucky bastard! i went around the whole food court asking the auntys but all claimed they are honest people and that my specs were probably pocketed. at last, i went to the lost and found office for a last try and left in dissapointment.

i was pretty stoned today due to sleeping at three plus and waking at six plus yesterday morning. i was thinking of my poor specs. hope the person who took it gets sore eyes till christmas ends. yes i'm evil, but not enough to hope he'll go blind. besides missing my specs, i was drawing up twenty-day spectacles scheme which will be implemented on 10th, december 2005.

here's a rough brainstorm of my scheme.

• my objective is to get a little more than a hundred bucks by the end of the scheme.
• i'll give myself a twenty-day limit. however, it can be delayed because i'm the boss.

1. go on a hunger strike to save up more efficiently. meanwhile, cover up with a noble excuse, claiming that it's done as a protest to help raise funds for the needy in africa.
2. cut down pooling by seventy percent, or even a hundred if i can.
3. start working as a coffee boy during day and a pimp when night falls.
4. get a rifle off Toy 'R' us' shelf and plan a daylight robbery on some ulu bank, hopefully not getting my skull blasted to smithereens. yes, i'm a brick head.
5. 4-D
6. hang around noob pool salons and be a hustler.
7. go changi. you know, i know. i shan't elaborate.
8. print counterfeit banknotes.
9. design tickets labelled "George Bush's charity shield for third world countries" to scam.
10. TOTO

after making a thorough analysis, i've chosen plan #2. reasons to it, i don't want ending up losing any balls, going behind the bars and getting rotans, getting std, losing even more money or dying of hunger.

as a saying goes, a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step, i'm dropping a miserable five bucks into my piggy to mark the start of the scheme. anyway i doubt i'll accomplish it in twenty days. maybe look out for christmas offers so i pay lesser.

Emofied

SAD. fucking careless me left my specs at bugis food court. i ordered beef soup rice and took off my specs because of the steam. and without checking, i left it there and headed home. the food court was closing that time and wasn't crowded. pray hard that some nice aunty that clears the table keep it with the drinks stall. i'm gonna try my luck tomorrow. slim chance though. BOO. if not, i'll have to think of ways to get another pair, like saving up for twenty days, borrow cash, extort or robbing the bank.

my zen micro went crazy. during noon, it shuts down automatically after it's being swtiched on for five seconds and by evening, it doesn't want to shut down after being switched off. getting on my nerves. i tried to look for the warranty card today but found the slip which was given to me when i serviced it back then. i think it's one-time replacement only. ahhh well, gonna call and check it out.

with all the bad, here's a little good. i got a new graffiti-design wallet by myuk. now they design bags too. they're quite funky and some are old school. i'll get one if i can recover my poor lost specs.

there's two quizzes tomorrow and i haven't touched anything on it yet. hope it won't like fail badly. i'll turn in now and study during tomorrow's break.

out.

Victoria's Secret

sorry about the home-made video which i promised. i'm 'busy' and haven't got the cable to transfer video files from my phone to my computer. i just realized i'm way far back for maths after doing the e-quiz, which i scored 6/10. i've learnt nothing else except that my maths lecturer likes to stick his fingers between his buttons and scratch his tummy once in a while. focus, focus, FOCUS!

i'm now re-planning how my homepage for semestral project should be done. of course, half-heartedly. the other half's on chatting and listening to music. anyway this is funny! des misunderstood me during a discussion.

here goes the conversation...

Emodified Des -= You almost always pick the best time to drop the worst lines youve almost made me cry again this time says:
you got hear sonata arctica?
armor for sleep says:
winterheart's guild
armor for sleep says:
yeah
armor for sleep says:
i quite like victoria's secret
Emodified Des -= You almost always pick the best time to drop the worst lines youve almost made me cry again this time says:
lol
Emodified Des -= You almost always pick the best time to drop the worst lines youve almost made me cry again this time says:
why you say that
armor for sleep says:
not bad what.
Emodified Des -= You almost always pick the best time to drop the worst lines youve almost made me cry again this time says:
ya la..
armor for sleep says:
the song noisy
Emodified Des -= You almost always pick the best time to drop the worst lines youve almost made me cry again this time says:
eh>
Emodified Des -= You almost always pick the best time to drop the worst lines youve almost made me cry again this time says:
i thought you talking abt underwear
Emodified Des -= You almost always pick the best time to drop the worst lines youve almost made me cry again this time says:
lol

it's really LOL! i know i'm unpredictable at times and switch topics with no prior warning but switching from a metal band to lingerie is ridiculous. BUT, blame the title of the song instead. who wouldn't have thought of that?

alright, time to get down to solid work and by the way, my computer's crashing anytime, boo.