Hi Peeps, It's Five Forty-Three in the Morning

Hello again and time check, it's 5:43am right now. The streets at Punggol are deadly silent and motionless. Hawkers are setting up their stalls, kopitiam uncles and aunties are getting their water boiled, nightshift peeps are waiting for six to come, vampires are returning to their coffins, MY NEIGHBOUR'S VINTAGE ALARM CLOCK JUST RANG, but what the hell am I doing here? No, I'm not awakened by any calls from aliens or Mr Cheng (check out "Disgruntled Jack in "Why It Truly Sucks to be a Senior" if you wonder who Mr Cheng is.) Basketball accident today left me with a quite-cranky left wrist and I don't feel comfortable enough to fall asleep after tossing and turning on bed for quite awhile. Boo! I had some chocolate which I believe are painkillers. Oh my god, I'm craving for fried mars bar right now that I'll marry* any girl that brings it to my doorstep.

*Offer closes by 6:15am, HAHA.

Maybe I've got Feminine Features

I found this link off some blog and decided to play around with it. I don't know whether I should regret trying or not... BUT NOW, IT SAYS I LOOK LIKE MIRA SORVINO, A FEMALE WHICH I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE IS, but definitely some celebrity la (ahhh, nonsense). The keyword is FEMALE here, wth? Nevermind... at least Takuya Kimura and Takizawa Hideaki are males. The remaining are all female celebrities like Gillian Chung and Lee Hyori (which I highly suspect might be a porn star). HAHA, maybe I've got feminine features but who cares?! I love myself, always.

The Best Part of Shopping is Breaking for a Snack or Two

Hello, I'm back from shopping with Jessica and Yuan Ching yesterday. We shopped bloody long at Far East Plaza and then at Heeren's. I think Jess is under the Wei Shan influence and started getting gold shiny stuffs like glittery gold earrings and a gold hairband. Yuan Ching, on the other hand got nothing she wanted and so any-o-how (I suppose) got a bear pedant with chain for self consolation.

The shop where YC got her bear pedant sells quite funky stuffs like favoured soap bars? Flavours available in almond, strawberry, white and dark chocolate. They really smell like chocolate and I ain't no kidding man. So much that sniffing it triggered me to pay Chippy's British Take Away a visit. I ordered Fried Mars Bar + chocolate ice-cream as well as tempted Jess to get one but somehow she was headstrong or maybe she lied to herself. At last, she got calamari rings which were equally sinful. So to me, no difference that I've managed to tempt her to get fried mars bar or not. YC got the pepper chicken bits from Shihlin Taiwan Street Snacks which was just next door. That was undeniably the best part of shopping to me. I promise to take zoomed pictures of their other snacks like Cheesy Curry Chicken, Cheesy Hotdog with Mashed Potatoes. And of course I'll not forget to order Fried Mars Bar and take pictures of it too!

These are what I've got for myself...

You almost always pick the best times to drop the worst lines. You almost made me cry again this time.

This is the nightmare we fall asleep. This is the nightmare we die complete. Tonight's the night, and it's all we need now, to die romantic.

Aren't the fonts pretty? I found this Funeral For A Friend tee but the design and font isn't nice. More shopping for bandstuff with Sailesh next time at Peninsular Shopping Centre!

Before leaving for home, we had dinner at Plaza Sing's mac. Jess buay paiseh one, asked for each of every sauce for a packet of fries. But the counter guy was friendly, gave like free. Good service, that's what we need in Singapore.

36 Strategies to Successful Marketing

This was what I learnt from one of my friends who did sales for insurance. Personally, I don't fancy sales but just to share this with some of you out there, working on part-time sales and facing some problems in convincing customers. Here we go, enjoy.

Firstly and most important of all, we must use this opposite-sex approach like what bloody tele-marketers do (I don't buy their shit, so don't try selling anything to me).

Next, for guys. Target aunties or what they call Ah-Sohs, especially aging ones which you think is 40 plus and almost 50.

Start talking about your product, giving her very brief explainations. Do not go deep unless upon request as doing that may just turn her off.

When you have run dry on brief explainations, suddenly interrupt and sidetrack.

Blue is from Sales personnel and Red is Aunty's-expected-reply. Translations might be literal, proper, if not broken.

Sales personnel's Plan A: “小姐啊，你三十几？”
(Miss, you are.. thirty something?)

Aunty: “AIYOOO, 没有啦？！”
(Aiyooooo, where got?!)

Aunty: “你可以做我的儿子了lor！”
(You can be my son already lor!)

Now, whip out your lethal weapon. Most ladies are very self conscious of their appearances when they realize they are starting to age.

Sales personnel's counter-attack Plan B: “是 meh? 给我猜你最多三十出，三十五。”
(Let me guess, you are at the max thirty plus, thirty five?)

Aunty: “AIYO 阿 BOY 啊, 你嘴好甜啊！”
(Aiyo Ah Boy, You are glib-tongued!)

Sales personnel's Plan C: “我不是在开玩笑！I/C 拿来。”
(Ain't no kidding here, show me your I/C.)

In the next few seconds, her I/C will be fished out and it clearly states that she's 40 plus and almost 50.

Sales personnel's counter-attack Plan D: “看不出 leh. 你不要骗我啦，拿你妈妈的 I/C 来骗我。”
(There's aren't any visible signs that you are of that age, stop lying to me! You are faking me with your mum's I/C huh?)

Aunty: *self-giggles* “没有啦，没有啦, 可能是我有去做脸。”
(*self-giggles* Don't have la, where got? Maybe because I do facial.)

Execute final plan, Operation Back-To-Topic: “OKAY 刚才我给你看的产品着么样？”
(Alright, so how's the product I have introduced you just now?)

Isn't this a win-win situation? Aunty goes home smiling herself to sleep although the product isn't of much use and you earned you living.

Some may say, "Hey, not all aunties would buy this shit."

I would say, the key to success includes trying. If this doesn't work on Aunty A, try on Aunty B! Just like when there's no market in Singapore, venture into Malaysia, Thailand and so on.

Good luck.

SANDSTORM LAI LIAO! ZHAO AHHHHH! "Limpeh ai use laptop, you all zhao first"

Today's another night out with Des and Ang. We were supposed to look for a keyboard, for me and then have dinner buffet at suki sushi but changed our minds due to time mismatch. We checked out some IT shop as well as Popular bookstore at Compasspoint. The IT shop sells nice keyboards (neon, gaming keyboard etc) but the prices weren't within the budget that I've set. I don't really game much, so there isn't a need for a keyboard that enhances. Neither am I that noob with the keyboard, I DON'T NEED NEON TO TYPE IN THE DARK. I guess the neon's just part of the design. Nowadays, neon seems to be the coolest shit to possess. People modify their racing cars with neon, even huge lorries and garbage trucks aren't spared. They mod their motorbikes, trishaws and bicyles all with neon. My brother mod-ed his CPU with neon and finally even keyboards have neon. See the market for neon? I think I'll invest on neon briefs and bikinis. Isn't it sexy and dazzling to watch as the light glows from under the clothing?

Sorry for the sidetrack and next we head to Popular for more budget keyboards. We browsed and came across this, the Mini Keyboard.

Not only is it compact in size, portable, convenient for laptops, flexible and maybe stretchable...

It still is designed to be 1) spill-resistant and 2) usable in a SANDSTORM!!

Alright, this is how a sandstorm looks like...

Now, WHO THE HELL WANTS TO BE USING HIS LAPTOP UNDER SUCH HARSH CONDITIONS?!

Hmmm, maybe I was wrong...

Back to the story, I choosed a black Genius keyboard which costed about 16 bucks. Budget, sleek, includes wrist rest and has a good feel of keypress. Decent.

Next stop was snacking along the streets of Kovan. We had pretty good Hong Kong dim sum at whatever it is. Promise that I'll remember the name and bring back some pictures when I dine there again. We walked down the street, planning to have Punggol Nasi Lemak but it was closed. There's another dim sum stall near there, which I'll try again near future. I'll describe the stretches along Kovan as one of the delicacy heavens. Mouth-watering Midnight Curry, herbal chicken, oyster omelette and stuff. Check them out.

Tao Huay from Selegie Soya Bean (Kovan branch). Warm, smooth and tender.

There's this pet shop beside the Tao Huay stall and while queueing, Des and I saw this HUGE fluffy brown dog through the glass door. Des' immediate reaction was, "Eh, lion!" It really did look like a lion with it's bushy 'mane'. I tried to snap pictures of it but it turned its head away. And when I further coaxed it to turn around by knocking gently at the glass door, it got up and strode away.

"DON'T TAKE THEN SUA LOR! BIG DEAL HUH? DOG WALK LIKE LION I SCARED?"

After we got back to our seats, we lied to Ang that there's a lion cub in the pet shop next door and he actually believed and wanted to go over to see immediately. We further lied that the lion is caged and wouldn't run away. We finished our tao huay and went into the pet shop to show Ang the 'lion'.

See, what's with the Paul Twohill influence. Even hamsters pose him. He's long out already lah. You don't even know where's the face and what direction is it facing. Just like the 'mop-head' ghost from Wishing Stairs if you had watched it. Shireen and I discussed about him over MSN and I typed his name as '2hill'. Suddenly, she told me she was lost in the conversation and thought I was talking about boobs because she thinks 2hill sounds like boobs. Okay, RANDOM.

This was our last stop, chilling at some adventure park which isn't really adventurous. Left to right: Des, Me and Ang.

The Drastic Drop - 3.25 to 2.809

Introduction to Entrepreneurship----- C+
Data Structure & Algorithms---------- D+
Operating System Management---------- C
Internet Programming----------------- C+
Web Design & Development------------- C+
Electronics Communications----------- C
Computing Mathematics 2-------------- D
Web Portal Development Project------- C+
Communication Skills 2--------------- B+

GPA: 2.809

Hello again, and I'm back with the results of the semester. This entry solely displays how fucked up I can get. I started off with 3.3, mostly As and B+s. Then, As and Bs with a GPA of 3.25. Today I fucked it up beautifully with C+s, Cs and even Ds? So boy, what about next semester? All Ds and flunks?

Yeah, they are really bad but I'm quite relieved that I passed all of them. Especially like for Introduction to Entrepreneurship, I argued with the lecturer, Lam and he challenged me to 'settle outside'. Bloody unprofessional. Being tied down by strict school rules like getting expelled for assaulting lecturers, he was safe. So conclusion, my grade is as lousy as him.

Concerning Computing Mathematics 2, I've quite alot to say. The lecturer, Ah Ma as Sailesh called her might be the reason of school dropouts and teens landing themselves behind the bars. She had got nothing good to say about the class(es). She labelled Rico, gang and me 'rotten ones'. Well, if we are rotten apples, you are dried raisin. And for the goodness of the holy land, please put the microphone to full use instead of struggling with finishing up the sentence and then ending up screeching. Friends and I were right about our Mathematics lecturers. First, we had Tanal who had an atrocious pronounciation of English. Next up, we have Khoo who was caring, tried to entertain but was boring and seemed like he was doing his own maths homework while he was supposed to teach. And finally, was Ah Ma which I had already commented above. Thinking back, Tanal's still the best besides her English. Although she didn't liked me much, she still made it a point that I should understand what she was teaching. Good news, there's no mathematics next semester! Which means no risk of getting worse lecturers.

Thinking about Web Portal Development Project bubbles my blood. The lecturer didn't call us back for an arrangement of a presentation date which he earlier stated when we rang him. Now that we had finished the project nicely in four sleepless nights. Got a bloody C+, whose fault? Darren told me that 100% effort doesn't equate to 100% payout. True, I shouldn't be harsh on myself.

Communication Skills 2 is my best module for this semester. Good lecturer what, Ah Ma and Lam see the difference yo?

For the rest of the modules, I admit it was me being fucked up, oversleeping, sleeping in lessons and skipping lessons. But there's always next semester where I need not commit to the club. A wake up call for me and for the next semester, I'll definitely do much better.

8 + 1 = 9 hor?

The registered modules were out and Darren of NYP told me to give it a check. From there, you can know whether you have cleared all the modules in the previous semester. Example: You check against friends from the other path (there are 2 paths on rotary), the number of modules they took the previous semester. And if the number tallies with the number of modules you are registered for the following semester, the gods are with you, you are safe.

I counted 1, 2, 3... 7 and 8. I scrolled my MSN contacts for fellows from the other path and found Aldis, the only one who's awake at this ungodly hour.

Me: how many modules you took for this sem?

Aldis: 8

Me: WOOT!

And before I could drop on my knees to cry praises to the heavens while kowtowing, Aldis had to ruin the moment...

Aldis: +1 elective

I thought to myself...
HOLY SHIT! 8 plus 1 gives 9 right?!

Frantically, I went to do a double-check...
I counted once, twice and almost thrice. Still 8!

OH MY GOD, DID I BLOODY FLUNKED ONE MODULE?!

Me: wait, we haven't select elective huh?

Aldis: ya, lol. i also dun have elective.

Phewwww.. I cleared all my modules this semester. Aldis' classic 8+1 made my heart skip a beat and nearly ripped my soul from the body.

Well, now that I know that I've passed my modules, something else is bugging me - MY GPA. It's gonna be out in lesser than a day. For bored peeps out there, I've got a suggestion. Get your homies and crash one of their places. Stock up loads of beer and if there's a need for, hard liquor. Watch DVDs till 12am when the results are uploaded onto the net. Login to check your results and DRINK TO GET OVER OR CELEBRATE!

Anyway, this entry of mine sounds like the follow-up of my another entry almost a year ago. Check this out A healthy liver breaks down about 10 grams of alcohol in 1.5 hours.

Back in School they Never Taught us what we Needed to know, like how to Deal with Despair, or Someone Breaking your Heart

It haven't been good recently and everyone around seemed to be caught up in some kind of relationship or other problems. My few good friends and my own brother. Heard that his relationship with his girlfriend timed-out or something. I think army's the best for him now. He rang back to complain about aches here and there but is sleeping and eating better as each day passes. hah, maybe he've got no choice there.

Broken relationship is like a snapped string. Tragically, it's an irreversible effect. Some may say "I can tie it back again." But I'll say, "It won't be as smooth as before with a knot somewhere." There's no way you can bring it back.

Don't you wish we live life like photoshop? Undo previous move and Discard file will be my favourite functions.

Anyway just to lighten this up a little, Ang and I went up to Desmond's to chill.

Desmond brought out his Jack Daniels and we used this Hard Gay version of Kurohige's Kiki Ippatsu (I've got no godamn clue what it means) to judge the loser and he had to drink. For those who've got no idea about this toy, it's some silly toy with this man sitting in a barrel. There are many slots here and there and players will take turns to stuck a piece into the slots. Some unlucky jackass will eventually penetrate the 'one wrong hole' and this HG man will be ejected accompanied by a FHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! for this the the Hard Gay version. Well, silly invention but necessary for drinking because it beats Indian Poker hands up.

Hard Gay loaded up with pieces in the slots. It wasn't more than few turns when it was time for me to drink again. Thanks Ang and Desmond. Thanks Des for the acoustic recording. Oh, by the way we were recording some acoustic songs. Maybe it'll be up somewhere on the internet near future. I'll update on that.

Things to do when you are Damn bored

I've stoned and is soon beginning to rot. Thanks for these man.

1. Sleep like I do, waking as late as 4 to 5 in the noon. Time passes kind of quick that way.

2. Engage in very random conversations like...
i need an ass rub. says:
my butt pain
Rachel [The shadow of love is rebellion.] says:
lol! how come?
i need an ass rub. says:
ermm got knocked over durin bball
i need an ass rub. says:
now i want an assrub.
Rachel [The shadow of love is rebellion.] says:
whoa whoa
i need an ass rub. says:
hurry rach!
Rachel [The shadow of love is rebellion.] says:
LOL
Rachel [The shadow of love is rebellion.] says:
my hands full now la
Rachel [The shadow of love is rebellion.] says:
ahahhaha
i need an ass rub. says:
ahhh damn. forgot that you use 2 hands to type.
Rachel [The shadow of love is rebellion.] says:
i can step on your ass if you want

3. Play Yahoo Graffiti. It's something like Pictionary in case you don't know. It can create self-satisfaction, laughters as well as cause people to be pissed off (when your friends guess faster than you do) or the artist's drawing is really wtf while trying to draw something that depicts the word. Thanks to the guys that entertained me.

4. Buy blank pizza pastries and apply your creative juices to make it tasty. I've tried with marinated chicken chunks, cocktail sasauges, clams, tuna, loads of mozzarella and grated cheddar. Beat Pizza Hut's fat, chunky, bloody thick and greasy pizza crusts.

Starting from almost-scratch.

Cocktail sausages, tomato sauce base, cheddar, mozzarella and clams.

All done, ready, and hot from the oven.

5. Visit www.thatvideosite.com. They have rather interesting, hilarious, lame and really full-of-shit videos like captured accidents and the extreme bullcrap or whatsoever that the dough boys do. Well, it's up to how you see it to be funny or not and at no time shall you and your airhead buddies attempt the stunts performed by the dough boys.

Here are some links...
Jackass Number Two: The Gauntlet
It Really Sucks
Cheerleading on live television gone wrong
You do not steal from monks, they will fuck you up indirectly

maybe to be continued...

Companyyyyyyyy... ATTENNNNNNNNN...TION!

Yesterday was a 'BIG' day for my dear brother. Family and I accompanied him to Pasir Ris bus depot to board a shuttle bus which ends at Changi Jetty (yes, which might be your favourite gay spot). We then proceeded onto the ferry which was already making me sick while on stationary. I wonder if they prepared vomit bags for us. We disembarked at Pulau Tekong, a place where most young men will dread. While waiting to enter the gates of the army camp, I saw this camouflaged joker strolling patrolling, pacing up and down with a M-16 assault rifle. Funny thing was that he looked quite poised for a fight but his rifle was empty at the magazine slot! For show only, I would say. You don't need to stuck the barrel up a recruit's brain to make them do things you want. Or maybe, it is for shooting recruits' asses for attempting to run away?

We were then seperated at some spot where the family members went for the 'family' tour and the recruit went for their 'recruit' tour. I wonder why a mass one wasn't conducted with the families. My parents and I were toured around by a friendly malay sergeant while on the other hand, I think the recruits were toured, probably by some strict-assed sergeant. Darren and I randomly came up with some conclusions.

Description for 'family' tour's in blue and red for 'recruit' tour.

Families, this is the parade square where your loved ones will have their morning psychical training.

and on the other side...

Recruits! This is where you all get fucked first thing even before the sun rises!

Dear families, this is the dining area where your loved ones will be having their 3 to 4 meals a day.

and on the other side...

Young men! This is the dining area, the the only place where you won't really get fucked much, but it's also the third-last place you'll be thinking about for the next 13 weeks!

This is our longue, got pool table, TV, radio, boardgames and comfortable sofas but it's not part of your children's everyday army life. It is a privilege for them when the section have performed for the day.

and somewhere else but still in the camp...

Hello people! This is longue the government have built for you all. You all can come here and lepak every night, my FOOT! You all better perform well else this will be the second-last place you all will be thinking about.

Lastly, this is where your loved ones will be sleeping at for the next 13 weeks. Spacious, got their own lockers, got fan, own mosquito nets and comfortable spring cushion beds. (I don't know why, but after the guy mentioned that, most fathers including mine started pressing and bouncing off the beds, like they doubted the sergeant or something. And one thing that I don't deny is that the bunks are way better off than any chalet. Very airy and doesn't stink like a regular one.)

and at the same time, on the other hand...

Gentleman! This is your bunk, supposedly for sleep. BUT FOR THE NEXT THIRTEEN WEEKS, SLEEP WILL BE THE LAST FUCKING THING YOU'LL BE THINKING ABOUT!

Another nice one by Darren was "Gentleman, they say when you die you go to heaven, UNTILL THEN, WELCOME TO HELL!"

Well, the above were just what our creavity juices have caused, I don't think army's that bad. I guess it is comparatively better than the olden days.

We watched the recruits swore their oath of allegiance to the country and later sung the National Anthem. I sang along. I could remember the last time was when I was secondary 4? Where Jimmy Koh (My discipline master who doesn't know how to read his S-es properly. He'll go "Boy, keepss your plate,") will do time-consuming drills to actually make us open our mouths and sing the Anthem.

We proceeded to the dinner area to reunite with my brother and had dinner together. That was supposedly the best meal in the 13 weeks or worse, for the entire serving term in the army camp. The meal was decent, like any other average mixed-rice-vege stalls. It consisted of plain rice, char-siew chicken, one piece of rubber-like tofu, taiwan sausage, some veggies, white raddish soup (I think) and grass jelly dessert. I have to say the veggies really sucks, it's inevitable though, because it's the hardest to maintain and fades to dull yellow rather quick. My brother is quite particular on the state of what he's eating and is quite picky too. Hope he'll adapt to the food quick. Oh yes by the way, as predicted, my brother told me the commander was quite vulgar.

We bade him farewell and left for the mainland and I knew it is my turn to step into tekong again, near future.

Later on was guys'-night-out session with Chia. Thanks for the root beer-float and your time.

I Think the Heavens Playing with Us

Friday, as usual was sports day. Just as I alighted from the bus, the clouds darkend and started shifting fast, just like any evil-aura scenes in movies like Van Helsing or Blade Trinity. It drizzled and I wrapped my towel around my head like some Arabian before heading towards the court. The club people were seeking shelter around the toilet area and other hardcore ones were still on the court. Having came quite a long way (Punggol to NYP), I joined the others in wetting themselves on the court, altough it sounds so wrong.

The rain stopped and I started drying the half the court with the sponge roller. I played a few horrible games, probably people around be got better or maybe I became lousy. It wasn't long before it drizzled again. It stopped after a while and we dried the court once again AND IT BLOODY HELL RAINED again. It's damn irritating man, like some a kid tipping over his drink and after you cleaned that shit up, he repeats that stupid move.

Felt !#%$asdgrdfsgf!$ to see you in pain and there's nothing I can do. Ah well, guess it's me? Don't think you'll see this but still, do take care girl, and get well.

I had yee mian for dinner and I'm still hungry now. My dear brother is going to be taken away by the people in green tomorrow and then made green. I'll miss popping into his room randomly to talk cock, watch him play the games that I don't play. Can see him with really short hair two weeks later. HAHA!

Don't you just feel like Stealing from NTUC sometimes?

Just a random thought, I think sleeping excessively does damage your brain and causes retardation. My bank book stated that I withdrew 80 bucks yesterday but I only recalled withdrawing $50 and topping up my ez-link card by $10. Where did my $20 go sia?! DBS pocketed my money is it? If you guys did PLEEEEASE return it to me okay. I visited a fortune-teller at the mall opposite my place yesterday and he fortold that I'm going broke in days just based on one day's spendings! Simply amazing right?!

That's rubbish anyway, obvious right, heh.

I had a really late brunch today, say 5pm? I went to the NTUC nearby and grabbed a Totino's CrispCrust.

This was when the title came in. I'm just buying a box of frozened pizza costing $5.95 but have to wait for donkey years because every queue was 4-D long and everyone except me seemed to be stocking up for a month. Machiam war's coming and NTUC was rationing. Imagine me running off and later getting caught, trying to convince the security my purpose of shoplifting wasn't for cheap thrill's sake, wasn't because I've got no cash but just because I've got no patience for those bloody long queues. Eventually, I think I'll still get thrown behind the bars or might be referred to Buangkok Green Medical Park which was formerly known as the Institute of Mental Health. Anyway what's up with beautifying the name man? Foreigners might just go there when they fall ill.

Sorry for the sidetrack and back to topic, I was just trying to voice out that Punggol Plaza's NTUC need an express counter, that's all.

Pizza in the baking. I was taking chances of having a horrible brunch. The packaging stated that it is not recommended for microwave ovens. I thought otherwise, "Not recommended, maybe just not so nice or crispy lor. Should be won't explode la."

I grilled it for awhile, switched over to microwaving it, repeated the process several times and this is what I've got.

Edible, not say heavenly nice. Would have been better if I stir fry the bottom on a pan with some butter but was too hungry to to do so. What to do? I no money to buy baking oven mah.

This picture is specially blown up for my buddies Jia Lin and Xiaowei. JUST LOOK AT THE MELTED CHEESE, STREAMING DOWN ONTO THE PLATE, THE COUNTLESS CHUNKS OF LEAN BACON. Are you tempted?!

MessOrgy @ Esplanade Viewing Rooftop! $8 presale and $12 at-the-door. Grab your tickets now!

I've been sleeping away my days since the end of exams. Thanks to my extremely screwed body clock, so screwed that I think only flying off to Germany could repair it. I rotted away Saturday and half of Sunday. Just now, I went Esplanade with Darren and his girl. Call me a lampost or whatever but we are good bros so it isn't weird at all. Of course I'll prefer a double date, but let time allow that.

We went up to the rooftop and was quite surprised to find it heavily polluted with noise. There were quite a few groups sitting around in circles and doing their bloody-noisy activies. Back then when I went up to chill after my studying sessions for O's, it was all quiet and peaceful. Now, it's worse than a wet market because you hear all sorts of sounds like people (yes, guys included) screeching like they were ass-raped 8923894732 times. So what were they doing? I've got no clue really, but saw those people clapping their hands and suddenly, someone just stood up, jerked his body violently, threw his head backwards, exactly like someone suffering from severe spasm. The clapping then stops, the people laughed like Esplanade belong to their grandpas and after that, EVERTHING REPEATS. Looks similar to occult worship though they were just playing those crappy orientation games in the most spastic manner. Darren and I were like wtf man? They aren't young, probably 18 for the youngest and mid-20s for the oldest. Darren was telling me that he'll get the two cops on patrol to shoot 12 (sine they have 6 rounds each) of them and baton the rest to death for threatening Singapore's economy. Why so? There were many foreigners around and I remembered seeing this well-dressed Caucasian man staring at the bunch of idiots as if he had seen a ghost. If he's some rich businessman, I don't think he sees any hope investing in Singapore. I mean, you wouldn't want a workforce behaving as though their IQ levels are as high as the number of their shoe sizes right? And that's exactly what they were portraying. Actually to be honest I don't really give a shit yet, it was just them robbing me of my peacefulness. Let me just stop here else it'll just go on and on.

After Darren's girl went home, we met Magesh and went to pot a few balls at Pool Junction. We makan-ed at the Indian-Mama (I think it simply means Indian-Uncle literally but that's what some people call those Indian Muslim foodstalls) and realized we overshot the last bus timing. Darren cabbed home first leaving Magesh and me. We decided to WALK home from Dhoby Ghaut. Ermmmm, nope. Let me rephrase and get things right. We decided to walk to Boon Keng (Magesh's place), where I'll then cab home. Dhoby Ghaut to Punggol, SIAO AR?! Anyway I heard Xiaowei walked from there to Serangoon, ON HEELS. You've got ma respect yo.

So along the way, I snapped a few shots out of boredom.

This was outside Mustafa Shopping Centre (yeah, however you spell it.) It was terribly littered, probably worse than Orchard Road after Christmas or New Year. Was it Deepavali or something?

Let's take a closer look. They are fliers, ranging from those on cheap calls to India to some @!#!@$# brand video cameras. How the hell did it end up like this? It just looked as if some man was hired to toss stacks and stacks of these fliers into the air like some chinese priest performing his rituals. "Amitabah!" *toss fliers* "Bless the potential sweepers with job opportunities." ;)

Conclusion should be short and sweet. What I can say is that the cleanest damn place around that area were the dustbins. They were almost empty.

The Fugly Truth

Hi guys, I'm back once again. Exams are over, rejoice. Not that I'll be able to slack again, but just that I'm able to slack without guilt. Two days ago I was at Theodore's making fishes for the club seniors as a farewell present.

Yesterday was AGM. I think it was a disappointment, really great one. Some derserve their post for their ability to lead and some deserve it for their hardwork. Felt kind of sad for several people that they were not given a post in excos, some deserve a better place in exco and some simply don't deserve it if you want to do a side by side comparison. It'll be ugly but see... And by the way, I'm casting aside all personal disputes in saying this. There actually are people whom I don't like personally but I think deserve a post in the excos.

An Example

This graph illustrate the ratings of 2 people. And I'll say sadly B got the post instead of A probably because his/her yellow bar is up to the heavens. To think about it again, maybe it just shows how you need to sell yourself? I guess that's what all advertisements are all about. See why a pair of Nike soccer boots cost much more than a pair of Umbro soccer boots where the Umbro is of better quality? Branding. That's the fugly truth.

One of the seniors told me something which I quite agree with. He talked about there's no team of elites and you just need some of the weak to balance off. Nothing's perfect to cut the long story short.

All in all, I'm grateful I've made friends in the process. I hope we all still keep in touch although we don't get to work together much in the future. I don't regret that I've put in my best for the club during the few months' stay. Some may not think so probably because I play my rules at times but I only need myself to know. I thank all those who have entered my heart and left trails of foot prints although we might not be talking much or at all these days. All the close friends I've made in the process, you all each are a blessing to me. You all make a difference in my life in one way or another.

To close this entry...

So have you sucked up today?

Or have you stayed true to yourself?

You know.