It's a new year, but the same old shit.

it's a new year, but still the same old shit.

there's extra lessons for c programming at ten but i overslept and was late by half an hour. see, rushing projects at the eleventh hour sucks. actually, i should have skipped the whole of c prog because i slept through the whole thing.

so after c prog, the gang and i went grassroot club to chill for a while before rico and i joined yani and shireen in the lecture to touch up on our powerpoint slides for data communication presenation. the lecture ended at six and went over to yani's for the preparation of the presentation which was the next day.

i had a very light breakfast, skipped lunch and finally had a quick dinner at yani's. from left to right, curry tuna, laksa instant noodles and seafood pasta. when you are hungry, even junkies taste good.

after finishing up the work, it was ten plus and i made my way home. blur me took a bus in the wrong direction and i landed me at somewhere damn ulu. it was already eleven-thirty and sparing a thought for my presentation the next day, i cabbed home.

hell knows where the bus goes. there wasn't a single soul on it except the driver and me.

anyway to end this with a pinch of humour, try picturing what would've happened if i had gave the pole a flick.

Hi all, Happy New Year, best wishes.

it had been a fucked up year as kai said and i've got to agree. for we lucky asses down in this sunny island, of course it isn't much. but do spare a thought for the rest of the world. the countless irremediable calamities, martyrdom, innocent killings, blah blah. let's all hope this will be a better year for all, not forgetting the needies in africa but excluding shitbags like bin laden. cheers everybody.

my new year was spent with kai, loong and porky. at around eight at night, we all met at lau pa sat for dinner and some beer with ox, who isn't joining us for the night. we did some catching up and ox told us we've got to go some house party near raffles town club because it would be damn good. thinking that he had always been some sort of reliable source, we trusted him. after ox parted with us, we headed for town where loong did his new year visitings and wishings. i was impatiently tagging along and waiting but bumped into some friend who doesn't want to be known as flora. and guess what, i called her FLORA aloud in the presence of all her friends creating a burst of laughter from them. we battled the crowds along orchard and took a bus down to raffles town club.

the moment we reached the party, some "bouncer" claimed twelve from us as entrance. i swear i could have knocked down the bouncer with some effort because he's like underaged plus small? LOL, but anyway it was a house party and the "bouncers" were probably friends of the host and were just helping out. after spending twenty minutes there, we came to a conclusion that the party was lousy for us because...

1) we don't know the people.
2) the dance floor was too cramp and dark for us to make friends.
3) we love food and there's none.
4) there's no alcohol unless we buy them ourselves.
5) some people we shouldn't meet were there.

unfortunately, i did not make it in time to leave earlier and was caught in the cataclysmic countdown. when the clock struck twelve, everbody unleashed their foam sprays. as life's always imperfect, there were a few morons who were dumb enough to spray sticky coloured ribbon and it got onto my shirt. thank tua pei kong i wasn't wearing white! so while the party broke into a catastrophe, we leopard crawled our way to the main door, under the shower of whizzing bullets and exploding grenades to claim our freedom. as we left, we bitched about ox for conning us. there went my twelve bucks to charity, err nope, i mean a rich host. we could have gotten something else better than that, like topping up a few dollars and going a good club but anyway the money's gone, so forget about it.

i was trained in leopard crawl in 2004 but found no purpose in it. it was only till two years later, during this new year that it became a godsend. people, learn whenever you have the chance. you wouldn't know when the hell you'll need that.

so i've learnt the leopard crawl and put it into good use... have you?

NO?!

alright, so have you seen this?

now that you've seen it. what are you waiting for?

JOIN... okay, enough of promoting. let's finish off the last bit.

we went to a bus stop and thought hard where could we go besides home.

the emokids' night out. from furthest to closest, kai, loong and me, wishing all an emo new year.

pool junction struck my mind. why not? better than doing nothing right? we can listen to pj's music, play pool and last but not least makan and drink teh at the indian mama that's just a stone throw away. we took a bus down to newton to get a drink and i bumped into jielun. HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY JIELUN! by the way he's a good friend of mine whom i met during 2005's new year. time flies huh. after parting with jielun, i made a table reservation and we cabbed down. i was surprised that the waiting list wasn't long. maybe it was only one plus and most were still tipsy over champagnes. i met aaron, joel, joline and james there and wished them. we played pool and then went over to the indian mama for prata and a drink.

good things had to come to an end. we all shared a cab home to collapse on our beds.

yawn. spelling check tomorrow, out.

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!