Pasta + Omelette + Movie = Happy

Yesterday was pretty good. I had industrial attachment briefing at 10 in the morning which ended at noon. I was posted to some company called ST Electronics. Couldn't figure out the initials and so checked it out online later. Turned out to be Singapore Technologies. I was wondering why the instructions given was that no camera phones and electronical storage devices were allowed (like the army eh) and that explained it. I wonder what I'll be doing there, hopefully just testing simulators. It wasn't so bad (maybe I shouldn't say that yet) but at least the company is just nearby school.

Headed over to baby's for lunch of home-made pasta and cheese omelette before catching Ratatouille at AMK hub. Nice storyline, cute characters and funny life-like animations. I believe that anyone can cook even more and I shall increase the number of dishes I can whip when I've time.

Thank you Baby for the enjoyable day (:

HELLO, EXAMS ARE OVER!!!

At least for my poly life. Hopefully I've passed all my modules this semester, else the sentences before this will be as good as nothing.

Real-time paper was pretty bad. I studied till 5.15 am in the morning and decided to power nap till 6.30 am, but woke up at 6.45 am instead. So I rushed through washing up and luckily my dad waited to send me to school (he have always said that he'll leave without me if I'm not ready by 7 since donkey years ago, but never did so till now.) Daddy loves me! HAHA.

As I made my way to the exam hall, my heart was thumping like crazy because I felt blank, err no. I mean I was pretty blank because I didn't finish studying. I met Kamal at the entrance of the sports hall and we chatted abit. It did calm me down. With 10 mintues to the start of exam, I realized that it was too late for anything and so just walked in, like a true Spartan.

We were told that we could start reading our papers before it actually begins but I thought that couldn't change my destiny. So I put my head down.

The paper started. I tried to do as much as I could but didn't seem to be able to fill in the numerous blank spaces. And the worse part was that I spotted wrongly. More weightage of marks was placed on theory questions than technical ones. I predicted the exact, opposite.

Anyway, someone near me appeared to be cheating and got caught. She was spot-checked and some scribbles were found inside the material of her pencil case. She tried to explain and I heard something like "my brother wrote" so and so. The invigilator check with the module co-ordinator on the contents scribbled and guess what? He said, "Related..." and for the moment I thought she'll get into deep shit but he then continued, "But doesn't help," with a smug. I tried to control my laughter because that's the worst thing that may happen to a cheater; Getting caught with a wrong cheat list which still deems as an act of dishonesty.

I finished the paper with 30 minutes left but sat till the end, just to console myself that I've tried till the end (I guess it is fine to deceive yourself a little once in a while.) After we were dismissed, I saw that girl being held back to write a statement to explain how she brought in her brother's scribbles by mistake. That's when creative writing comes in I guess. Hope she wasn't found guilty because that'll mean she failed the entire semester. Peeps, if you ever think of cheating for poly exams, scrap that idea and hand in a blank script. That'll be safer for sure. Weigh the difference between failing one module and one whole semester.

After exam, I headed Bugis with Yani for a partial ex-class gathering at Seoul Garden. Po and I scouted the place to anticipate a full-house but reached there only to find out that the whole place was sealed for renovation. We cursed and swore, went back to report and the gang decided that we'll all go to the closest operational Seoul Garden which is at Marina Square.

The people present were Jia Lin, Fifi, Siti, Fana, Yani, Monkey Shireen, Ah Bear, Po, Jinxian and me. Thanks to Jia Lin, Jinxian and Fifi who had the balls (not literally) to eat the Halal hokkien mee I fried with the ingredients found there. Feedback said it wasn't bad but abit too salty. I was too playful with the soya sauce because sprinkling it onto the hot pan gives me the CHEF AURA. I can cook okay! Followed on was Pool, bowling and arcade. I only played abit of pool (I sucked like a 1-meter straw after not playing for more than half a year) and had one turn of Ah Bear's bowling game. Damn broke lah.

I parted with the guys and went to another class gathering at Manhattan's. It was baby's partial class gathering but I was asked to go because I knew almost everyone there? My capacity for that day was pretty huge. Was so tempted by the menu but controlled so as not to over-overspend.

Next stop was a pub, Roomful of Blues at Princep Place, opposite Paradiz Centre. I love the music made by that performer, there. You guys really should check it out. I ordered a pint of Hoegaarden, my all time favorite while Biaomei and friends had Flaming Lambo. I think Cheese Sister knows how to drink. She could taste the unique difference of Hoegaarden from typical beers. As for Baby, I think it was darn funny and cute seeing her clasp the mug with both hands to take sips. HAHA.

That was a long enjoyable day.

Out.

Shits of Life

Shit, that's the word. Something we all are bound to face at every phase of our lives. Be it the literal dog poop that you stepped on yesterday morning, getting fucked up project mates, getting fucked up by your unreasonable supervisor or political crap within an organization.

Let's go a little deeper on the latter. In an organization, there are different groups, individuals, all brought up in the influence of various cultures and I believe that since I've already mentioned that they're different, they think differently. At this point, we know that there's no one single remedy, that satisfies all. Everyone will have a say, and sometimes, none of them are totally right nor wrong.

I understand that being put in a special position to overlook these different groups and individuals (including their different mentalities, views and justifying them) is one of the toughest jobs one can ever have (so much that you may even feel like washing the loo instead.) You become the 'bad' guy for supporting or declining opinions, resulting in groups or individuals opposing you and even taking it to a personal level.

But, now that it's over. The first thing I think deserved to be done will be patting your own back to congratulate yourself. Reason being,

You made it.

You survived the psychology battle. You didn't lose your cool. You never gave up, just like a Spartan. And most importantly, you've learnt something.

Something that prepares you for bigger shits that you'll surely meet as you move on.

That's the greatest reward you could ever get; Experience.

For my secondary 2 AFGM tent buddy,

Out.

Third-Person-View

Gone are the days, when we all were innocent.

Real Dead

Doom approaches on Monday. Real-time enterprise systems development exam. I wonder if I'll repeat that module, though there is still 3 days to study for it. I passed the project assessment for it but may be an borderline one. I'm not sure how do I study for the exam, lack of attention during lecture perhaps. What's worse, the format of the exam changed. The MCQs are eliminated. So am I.

I need a mind-reader.

Screwed and out.

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It was fun while it lasted

Hi, I'm back from alot of sleep. Yesterday night, I was at the esplanade to watch the display of fireworks with a bunch of SIT peeps. The idea of the outing was initiated by Zaty (dumdum) and I but all thanks to dumdum being the messenger, quite some came. We met up at Marina Square where some guys are already at Changing Appetites and so the late bunch headed to Subway to grab some food before heading over the open area along the Singapore river to get a 'good' spot (I'll touch on WHY later).

It was 7.30pm then and we waited pretty long. So meanwhile, I did some catching up with peeps and Zaty went about cam-whoring with every single one, till I had to tell her to spare some clicks for the main event. But obviously, she either had too much memory space to spare or in her context, the main event is cam-whoring with everybody and so she continued. I've choose to believe in the latter though. Anyway, thanks to Vincent who spread the love with his famous anus cookies.

The other group arrived and joined us. I was glad to see Kamal and Kenny. You both are missed by me. While everybody was complaining (The main event didn't start at 9 sharp), the floating stadium's lights went off, some random spotlights were flashed across the sky followed by some lit remote-controlled kites being flown.

The main event fired off.

Some cheered, some screamed, so shouted "LIVE EARTH!" but I guessed they knew shit about it. The fireworks were pretty good, not special though. I love those that left glitters in the sky and the ones that worked like a machine gun, PCC-ing all the way (try your dad if you don't know what's PCC).

Good times always have to come to an end. It was fun while it lasted. After everything burnt out, the same kites appeared to signal a closure and the crowd dispered.

Lessons I've learnt, never go book a good spot early because late-comers are thick-skinned enough 'excuse-me' all the way to the front. At our 'good' spot, Kamal and Cheryl was offered a corner of some aunties' mat to sit on. It couldn't accomodate another ass (though mine wasn't big) and so I squatted for awhile. This moron squeezed his way pass my group and his humongous ass (which was as saggy as it was huge, and almost enough to form an solar eclipse) CARESSED my face. And he stopped there, forcing me to stand.

Unfortunately the worst thing was; That wasn't the worst.

Another late couple tried to squeeze through Mr Saggy and me. That was the nightmare. You wouldn't want to imagine what happened. With that limit space in between Mr Saggy and me, which was lesser than an inch, the couple managed to squeeze through and guess what? I was helpless. He was nudging his way through and his bums caused 493805834905 newtons of friction on my *ahem* (front part lah, if you're still thinking). I couldn't even move my hands in time to shield it :(

Forgetting my traumatising incident, we all went for our supposed supper but things screwed up leaving Kamal, Kenny, Alvin and me seperated from the group. I didn't feel bad though because I had company and in the midst of that little screw up, I chanced upon 2 cabbies, a Chinese and an Indian. Both are easy going, chatty and what they shared with me does makes sense (well, to a certain extent).

So guys, especially to Kamal, I don't regret spending all those time with any of you. Cheers.

Ironic it may be, but I don't have any fireworks pictures to show.

It was fun while it lasted.

I had company.

PS: Was just wondering what's up with the smoke from the fireworks clouding up the sky? So thick that the spotlight could shine a beam through. Imported from China? Hah.

Upset

This entry tells you that I'm UPSET.

I'm Lagging, Shit

Hi everyone. Welcome to blog wars episode 2 which arrows at somebody, by the name of Mike from NYP, School of IT, Diploma in IT. He blogged about me like donkey years ago and I'm so laggy (reactions running at 56k) and only learnt about it recently. So now since I've some time in hand, we'll dedicate this entry to brother Mikey!

There's no right or wrong I guess, or shall I say all wrongs. You may support me or him, because I'm not being all misunderstood by him. It is just that I've never liked him, at first glance and it got worse as time went by. I'm thank the gods that I do not share the same block with him in school and also the fact that we have nothing to do with each other already. In fact I've erased him from my mind since ermmm... dinaosaurs walked the earth? Shit, now I'm reminded again.

In italics, we have brother Mikey and in blue will be words by 'that fucker!' (which is me! HA1HA3.)

soo we went looking for tat stupid resturant.. we there makan.. order order.. eat eat hahathen while we were having fun, a fucker came... a fucker called Yi jing haha hair long for guys.. figure tall n strange looking..

Yi jing - Bro Mikey, please know your stuff well before you go about flaming because you made the worst mistake by getting the wrong name. It's like sending a nuclear or declaring war against the wrong country where you'll get your ass fucked hard by the UN. Nevermind, I shall show sympathy by assuming that's for me and move on.

hair long for guys - You commented that my hair was long for guys. Well, that is one's grooming, so I don't even bother to defend myself since it is understood by everyone (who have middle-ranged IQ) that an individual can have whatever hairstyle he/she desires.

figure tall - Thanks for the compliment, dude.

fucker - So the dictionary defines that fucker means an inconsequential, annoying, or disgusting person. Alright, I'm not really sure if I'm disgusting (maybe you can do a public poll for that) but BINGO, you got it right. I'm a fucker, annoying bitch to only you and maybe others who decides to take after you?

First thing this bastard came in was give me a cbk face.. like want to fight.. then i gentleman ignore him haha..after 2 mins...

bastard - Right, time to play with puns. Sorry, dude. It doesn't apply because I'm no illegitimate child. I've officially married parents.

give me a cbk face.. like want to fight - I guess our gentleman meant chee bai kia by the acronym cbk. Dude, were you high on booze at that point or something? I'm sorry that even if my face was like cbk as you said, it wasn't intended for you because...
1) I don't even want to work my facial muscles to express any sort of feelings to you, simply not worth it.
2) Point 1 already made it clear that I'm not keen to look at you, so there's no way I'm gonna touch you, or worse sinking my knuckles into your face. And even if that happens, the first thing that I'll probably do the moment I reach home will be soaking myself in 20 bottles of dettol and then bathing 10 more times.

when he came i asked the gang hey later go where...i dunno y bt this fucker seems to be out to make my day.. n said.. n now the organiser asked where to go...Ok nvm .. i tahan..then the bill came..., i asked who got bring card, i 4got to bring mine..again this bastard start again..n said:"Great, organiser never bring card"TMD!.. think wat.. i organise event, let ppl come out have fun.. i must PAY ALL their's Fucking expenses !?

seems to be out to make my day - I did? I thought I was the spoiler. Get your language right.

i asked who got bring card ... BLAH x3 ... PAY ALL their's Fucking expenses !? - I got misunderstood here. I was seriously kidding about that and I won't even want to eat the food say you have paid in advance. Had I eaten it, I'll probably drink liqour and dig my throat to throw up. I'm not sure if that joke was overboard but I'll guess a normal-intelligence person will be able to differentiate it almost immediately. But anyway, I thought he was cool with it and since he's actually not, I shall say that was part of the plan to diss him! (:

Alright, due to time constraint, I'll skip his bull and finish it up quickly.

cafe closed at 4am.. soo we had no choice but to go esplande n rot haha...soo we go lor.. walk walk.. walk until we WALK 1 Big round, all thanks to tat fucker.. who said he know how to walk.. PUI! walk walk walk... walk until me, joa, cindy,cl, renli, zl 1 gang..tat fucker, alan & auntie another haha.. they walked soooooo Fast..

Since there's only one point, I'll not do any recapping. I gracefully admit that I've made a mistake and caused the guys to make a detour but still, we got there and without anyone initiating, think asses will be moved?

My final say would be something to close this special entry. So words have to be chosen wisely, sending across the correct message be it Mikey gonna read it or not. So, here it goes.

"Dude, get the fuck into some English bridging class and do something about your half-fucked grammar."

It is not as if my English is god-like, I personally think mine is simple average but just take a look for yourself at BLAHBLAHBLAH.blogspot.com. This is probably the last entry I'm going to dedicate to him. Call it a reply, something to anger him, something to make myself happy or a friendly dedication.

Holy, I actually wasted my time on this and I decided that wasting a few more seconds doesn't really make a difference anyway in addition, "And dude, please get your punctuations and cappings right. We all know it's free but that doesn't mean we spam the fuck out of it. It is irritating"

Out

The Guys' Night Out + 2 Girls

Hi, I'm back after a night of nonsensical fun. Last night till morning was a catch up session with the more havoc part of my old class, E8. So as expected, Rice, Liang, Bear, Jay Chou and Jinxian was present. They had dota at Paradiz Centre and I met them after it. We trained over to Raffles Place and walked to a pub by the name of "Amber 21" at Boat Quay. It was empty since it was an early Monday night and we took almost the whole place. We got a Chivas and some mixers before getting into some silly drinking games, which I was silly with. Soon after we warmed up, Sin Yan came and brought along 2 friends, a girl and a guy. My favourite game was the one played with 5 shot glasses.

This is how it goes:

• Arrange 5 empty shot glasses in a row.
• Start throwing a die in one direction.
• Now, let's say I threw a number 2.
• I can go top up glass 2 with something, say liquor, mixer, ice, actually, anything you wish.
• I can too top it up to the brim or any which isn't till the brim. Let's take it that I filled it up to the brim.
• So now, let's say the guy after me threw a number 2 as well, so he'll have to drink the stuff in shot glass 2. (Note that, if I haven't filled it up during my turn, he continues to top it up without having to drink it.)
• Once it is drank, anyone hitting a 2 may top it up again.
• Whoops, I've almost forgotten the essence of the game. If you have noticed, there's no glass six so... you drink everything in the 5 glasses when you throw a bloody 6, be it filled to the brim or not.
• Just a tip to this game, DO NOT BE KIND as others won't be kind on you YET do not be too sure about adding mucus and other craps into the glasses for all you know, you may be the next lucky one drinking it.

Next up was free flow KTV-ing and I believe that all the guys had fun, especially Jay Chou who hogged the microphone song after song, believing he's a clone of the original the Jay Chou. I didn't get my song though, the bar girl returned and told me they didn't have the minus one. I guess the pub is super cheena piang because they didn't have classics like Wherever you will go by The Calling, they play mandarin and dialects 95% of the time. Besides that, all is fine. Maybe I'll learn some mainstream chinese pop so I can just join in the fun next time, heh.

After we billed, Bear and Jinxian was quite high already. We proceeded to a club, called 97 at some old shopping centre near Centre Point. We had some problems getting in due to age problems (we are youthful, HAHA!) But after some negotiations made and with help of Bear's friend who is working there, we got in. Doesn't make much sense though, they only allow patrons who are 23 and above but allow 20 year-olds to work there. I bet they allow girls who are just 18 to enter.

Anyway, the moment I stepped into the club, I almost felt I teleported to Hong Kong. There was some live performance by a band which sings stuff ranging from Mandarin, chinese dialects and abit of Thai. As the songs went on, I was observing the place and the people around. Their logo was number 9 and 7 written in chinese calligraphy, giving me the Hong Kong triad aura. So much, that I started hallucinating people flipping tables and drawing out parangs, katanas ready for a bloody clash. Luckily, before any blood was spilled, a loud blast of techno brought me back to senses. I didn't really like the music since it was very sec1-2 to me. Was hoping they at least played RnB. Some to comment about the waiters, I think they are too free. They filled my glass (we got a beer tower by the way) even when it was only a quarter empty. So I kept drinking because I don't want to drink my it warm and he kept filling until my tower went empty and my head gone heavy. We left after part 3 of the live band and made our way to the Indian mama's near NAFA where we all had mutton soup and roti (except Jay who chose to be different and ordered prata instead) before heading home once public transport started running.

Out

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Fuck that.

Angst,

out.

I'm the Revolution

I bombed my Java common test today, not with a hand grenade, neither a C4. Perhaps, a massive 500 tonnes of TNT. Strangely I wasn't upset at all, just felt bored during the test because I understood almost nothing. I didn't leave blank pages of course, so I just scribbled anything that I could remember or imagine (remember, this is a programming language test.) I guess that marker may just skip my script or have a hard time marking it because I'm so unbeatably creative that I created a new form of programming language. And besides that, I seem to be so confident of answering the questions with my new found language. I'm the revolution, ain't I? I hope the marker doesn't throw up blood after reading my script and of course do hope I pass for the overall module.

Just to cut tension,

Guess what? Jia Lin stumbled upon this and showed it to me. It turns out to be a company logo, a suggestive one. How would you like to see it? Daring, outrageous, creative, new-era, ero... Aww, nevermind. Flood my tag with your perceptions!

Anyway, Jia Lin wishes to meet A-STYLE's boss and give him/her a handshake. I second that.

Check out A-STYLE yo.

Accountability

Days ago, I had a rock bottom fall. I really makes me think about a word - accountability. It plays an important role in our lives, but usually not clearly seen or handled. We all love to blame it on others when something fucks up bad. It does points the fault away from you and makes you feel better but ultimately, it does nothing to help the situation. This time, I choose not to blame the others that much but mainly myself - for not being accountable for my own actions. I learnt that in this world, no one else is accountable for you. You are accountable for yourself. Being reliant only leaves you to be as dead as a fish out of water in no time. For all you know, the other party is assuming that he/she can rely on you. The world is selfish, or shall I say, no one owes you a damn living.

However, there is still a handful of generous nice souls, all around caring and sharing. They are truly a blessing to me. Here, I would like to thank all these peeps.

Deceptive Ads

Hi people, I'm back and finally out of my bomb-shelter. I'll elaborate on that later. For now, I'll talk about a new product in the market. It is the 'MR. NICOTINE' flavoured snack!


This is sold in a new big-assed vending machine (the kind which dispenses with the revolving rings) inside NYP's Mc Donald's. I looked at it for quite awhile and it seems really flat. Doesn't look like there's any snack inside. By the way, there are other stuffs like slimming tea and chewy menthol. So being somebody that smokes once in a while, it seems quite appealing, especially when it costs only 20 cents. Thinking that it is some sort of smokers' gum's product launch, I popped a coin into the slot and bought Mr. Nicotine.


Well, guess what is in the shiny package?

The Contents:

• "Mr. Nicotine Flavoured Snack" postcard
• "Social Butterfly's Tar Chewable Mints" postcard
• "Slim Chance's Tobacco Slimming Tea" postcard
• "Kick Butt!" your guide to getting a smoke-free life
• "Wipe Out The Smoke, clean up your act! handphone accessory
• Stick-on memo pad

I'm really not sure if I can sue them for deceptive advertisement. Making me pay 20 cents for a pack of crap (but I actually read it maybe because I've paid for it.)

Guys, smoker or not you may want to try buying that for yourself or your friend. After all 20 cents for that amount of paper, plastic and dye is pretty worth it.

Yawn.

Garbage

I talked to a friend late last night and we shared our stress and some personal problems. Maybe not exactly problems but just in this new era's context, 'emo-ing'. We touched on people pretending to be something they are not, or rather people doing things that they actually don't feel like doing (if it sounds better than the first.) Everyone, think. Are you one of them? I guess so, maybe not everyday but just in certain situations. I don't deny I'm not one of them, though I seem to be the fire-at-will kind. Why do I even bother to put up a false front? I wonder. Perhaps it is some sort of defense mechanism.