I was gonna blog..

i was gonna blog about sleeping to the tune of sammi cheng's song. i don't know what's the title. but i call it 'wei he'. because i hear it many many times.
i was gonna blog about waking up late and being late for work. kinda routine. i mean, what's new?
i was gonna blog about how work is all slack and all. workingslacking with fiona rocks.
i was gonna blog about how the food at work sucks. i want a FEAST.
i was gonna blog about how the blardie rabbit disturbed my bar tonight. zz.
i was gonna blog about how i sneaked vodka cranberry, maitai, bloody mary, lime margarita out from the bar, and into my glass. and fiona's. hahahaha.
i was gonna blog about popping tequila in the bar, when the first time didn't work so well, and lawrence popped it for me the second time. altho i was the one drinking..
i was gonna blog about supper which was kinda great cos i didn't have to pay for a thing.
i was gonna blog about how i never stopped for any traffic lights on the way home from angmokio to woodlands(i dropped lawrence off first), and maybe talk about the probable jams in malaysia, indonesia, or the jam on bread.

all in all. i'm too tired to do anything. working at ten in the morning tomorrow is NO THANKS.

and a gentle reminder. my handphone is FUCKED. if you attempt to call me, and i don't answer, too bad. if you sms me and i don't reply, too bad either. it's either i ignored your call, or my phone is still out of service.

get ready to sms me all your numbers. i have a bad feeling about this...

Left.

I am NOT a lefty.
I have a tail at the back of the left side of my hair.
My left eye's eyesight is worse than my right's.
My left arm's muscles are not as well developed as my right's.
I have a mole(orh kee) on my left arm. (I don't know if you call that a mole, but it's a black dot that won't go away.)
i have two more of those moles on my left chest.
I have strings attached to my left wrist.
I don't wear watches on my left.
I have a finger on my left hand that is retarded.
I have a birthmark on the left side of my tummy. not really left, but yeah.
My left knee has slightly lesser 'scars' than my right. (I used to scrape my knees alot during primary school.)
My left leg is weaker and less accurate than my right. (Soccer la.)
My left dick is longer than my right dick. (Just kidding. They're both very very long.)

What happened today..

today.. i..

got too lazy to blog about what happened today.

so i'm going to sleep.

eleven hours of sleep

i feel good man. *looks on top*

chinablack was okayyy. just okay. maybe it was kinda fun at times. but still just okay. haha!

i wanna go watch soccer le. byeeee.

tyreddddd.

gooooooood morning.

some tyred stuff. dinner was great. thanks cindy!

nice drinking with people i haven't seen in a long time too. lol. some high stuffsss. all those at dinner should have pi already. lol!

sleeeeeeep time.

oh~ my god! 我听不懂，看不懂，学不懂，都不懂。
究竟谁对谁错，人生多美，爱情多痛！
please, tell me please!
whahahaha~

ahhhhh tyred.

fucking tired. 10am to 12midnight. kill me.

morning damn slack la. then 8pm onwards kana fucked big time.

"Eh no more beer glass! Go find!"
"A1 one jug four glass! A5 one jug two glass! Faster hor!"
"Jug at hot water cabinet below la. Find!"
"V3 salad roll where? Where got surf?"
"CHEEBYE LA WHERE MY V2 MAINCORS?"
"Sorry sir, but we are currently running a full house. Your appetizer will take another three to five minutes."
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Enjoy your meal."
"Hi good evening! Welcome."
"Fuck la. Tired la cheebye. Still come in."

yeah. you get the idea. until 12 midnight. my balls shrinking already, by then. somemore bopian must work like siao. zz. six staff almost 4k sales. everyone's muscle bigger than head.

work bar. gotta wash glasses after the entire shyt. but i'm damn smart la. i go cut my finger. LOL. so no need to wash. song bo.

not purposely one k. i'm not sadomasochistic. thanks.

fill stomach after work. cold fresh beer. whoooaaaa. suddenly life is a whole lot better. still damn tired tho. working in 10 hours time. i need sleeeeeeeeeeep. zzz.

i think i'm just in time for this la. so HAPPY BIRTHDAY CINDY.

tired.. tiredddd... TIREDDDDDDDDDD.

NA SI WA WU JI BA BAN. WA BEH ZAY PUAY KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiii~

edit: oh my god. this time maybe 跳进黄河也洗洗清！ beer/longislandtea/strange shyt taking its effects. good night. 2:33am.

Love

you know, sometimes it's envious to see how people can express their feelings so freely. in fact, i'm sure everyone will do so if they don't get violently rejected, slapped across the face or ignored for the rest of their lives, or part thereof.

but then, so what? it's made known. does it really matter if it wasn't in the first place? to me, it's a no. of course, it may be a form of 'release'; to be able to say what you want to say, feel what you want to feel.

with so much rubbish going on in my head, i have come to realise this recently: love is overrated. at least for teenagers.

why? because, just because.

maybe one day i'll come to realise that i've regretted saying this. but at this point of time, no.

i'm lazy to explain. i'm hungry and tired. i need feed, i need rest.

i need so much more.

edit: after reading it thru, i realised that i didn't make much sense. oh well. no meaning post. who cares.

Hungry

... i'm hungry..
rubbish isn't filling my stomach. i ate some choc, some eggtart, some mamee monster, some here, some there.
AND I'M STILL HUNGRY.

Na Si Wa Wu Ji Ba Ban! (Incomplete)

Na Si Wa Wu Ji Ba Ban
If I have one million dollars!
Ji Ba Ban
One million dollars!
Wa Wu Ji Ba Ban
I have one million dollars!
Zi Si Lang Tio Kin Sang
My whole life damn relaxed

Boh Kong Boh Lang Zai
Never say, no one knows!
Kong Tio Jin Pai Seh
Say already, very paiseh..
Jia Ka An Ni Tua Han
Eat until so big..
Go Mm Pat Zay Puay Ki
Never sit aeroplane before!

Pa Bia Hua Juay Ni
Slogged for so many years..
Bo Cia Bo Cu Go Bo Ai Lin
No car, no house, and no lover!
Kuay Lang Cua Bo Go Zuay Sin Li
See other people get married, and do business..
Wu Ji Go Wu Seh
Got balls, and got face!

Na Si Wa Wu Ji Ba Ban
If I have one million dollars!
Wa Beh Zay Puay Ki
I will go sit aeroplane,
Wa Beh Giu Seh Kai
I will travel around the world!
Hawaii Sai Tai Yang
Hawaii let sun shine,
Li Poon Jia Soo Shi
Japan eat sushi!

Na Si Wa Wu Ji Ba Ban
If I have one million dollars!
Wa Beh Buay Cia Buay Cu
I will buy car, buy house!
?????
?????
?????

Na Si Wa Wu Ji Ba Ban
If I have one million dollars!
Ji Ba Ban
One million dollars!
Na Si Li Wu Kiam Ng Qim
If you are in need of money..
Kui Cui Mian Kay Ki
Open your mouth, feel welcomed to!

Na Si Wa Wu Ji Ba Ban
If I have one million dollars!
Wa Beh Zay Puay Ki
I will go sit aeroplane,
Wa Beh Giu Seh Kai
I will travel around the world!
Yi Ta Li Lim Ko Pi
Italy drink coffee,
Lo Ki Jia Spaghetti!
go downstairs eat spaghetti!

Na Si Wa Wu Ji Ba Ban
If I have one million dollars!
Wa Beh Buay Cia Buay Cu
I will buy car, buy house!
Buay Tiam Lai Siu Zhong
Buy shop to keep clocks(?),
Eng Eng Mian Zho Kang
Relaxed, no need to work!
?????


turn repeat on for a kickass song. LOL.
keep me filled in if anyone knows the "?????" parts. THANKS.

Random

another one of those random posts.

so tired after work. ended at ten but stayed on for blackforestttttttt. but i still 'don't-really-like-the-cake'.
managed to convince fionaleongyimmun to extend for me on friday. THANKSSSSS.
i felt like resigning but i found out that vietlang is gonna be closed on 31st august. moving to the area near parliament house.
this means viamar, and that means more drinking.
i am happy.
and vietlang closing on 31st august means party, means more drinking.
whoo. happier.
but 1st september is starhub roadshow, means cannot drink too much.
overall means kinda sad. )=
i am currently poor. moneyless. i am sad again.
bw(and s0ul) wants to go to kl between 15th to 26th september. this means fun. STEPH JERVIS YIAN DAWN LORNIE go also! actually steph important only. LOL. x=
damn long never see the other five of them la. and everyone else in s0ul. *GET-THE-HINT?*
the stupid ict jacket make some long. still dunno where.
trapt rocks.
i damn long never play ps2. i want to play. tomorrow off!
and no one date me! )=
明天会更好！
i think this is random enough. zzz. sighhh.

i can't ask these questions that cannot be answered today..

Date me!

but i'm working on..

Monday: 10:00am to 10:00pm
Wednesday: 10:00am to 10:00pm
Thursday: 1:00pm to 11:00pm
Friday: 12:00pm to 11:00pm

STEAM. siao liao. cindy's birthday stuff got problem work till so late, dunno can make it to cindy's birthday or not. zzz.
try to leave some earlyyyyyy.

-----addon-----

i totally <3s this song. super olddddddd. but nice. heh.

please help me cos i'm breaking down,
this picture's frozen and i can't get outta here.
believe me, i'm just as lost as you.

and everytime that i think that i finally made it,
i learn that i'm farther away, than i have ever been before.
i see the clock, and it's ticking away.
and the hour glass empty.
what the fuck do i have to say?

keep it inside, the image portrayed.
as if i couldn't stand losing, as if i couldn't be saved,
no way.
a small confession: i think i'm starting to lose it.
i think i'm drifting away from the people i really need.
a small reflection, of when we were younger.
we had it all figured out, cos we had everything covered.
now we're older, it's getting harder to see.
what this future will hold for us,
what the fuck are we going to be?

believe me, i'm just as lost as you.
oh well, what am i going to do?
Trapt - Still Frame

I am Johnny Knoxville. Welcome to Jackass.

the Idiot Savant (28% dark, 61% spontaneous, 47% vulgar)

your humor style: VULGAR | SPONTANEOUS | LIGHT You like things silly, immediate, and, above all, outrageous. Ixne on the subtle word play, more testicles on fire, please. People like you are the most likely to RECEIVE internet forwards--and also the most likely to save them in a special folder entitled 'HOLY SHIT'. Because it's so easily appreciated, and often wacky and physical, your sense of humor never ceases to amuse your friends. Most realize that there's a sly intelligence and a knowing wink to your tastes. Your sense of humor could be called 'anti-pretentious'--but paradoxically enough, that indicates you're smarter than most. PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Johnny Knoxville - Jimmy Kimmel

Click to see my place in "Humor 3-Space"

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 5% on dark You scored higher than 84% on spontaneous You scored higher than 73% on vulgar

Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman

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if you don't know who johnny knoxville is, you need some jackass.

and i'm an idiot savant. hahahaha! if you don't know what that means, -click-

some tyred. sighh.

This is a note to all terrorists.

in this post, i will describe how to successfully bomb a busy place in singapore, e.g. citilink at raffles place.

today was a fucking busy day la. got work at twelve. lunch crowd wasn't very impressive, but i was still tired as hell. didn't have enough sleep.. zz.

then at five, i was told to walk to viamar, and return with a carton of wine glasses. wtf mate! walking from chijmes to esplanade and back will take twenty minutes, or thereabouts.

but i had to do it anyway. kinda slack la. so i changed(halfway), and was on my way. i think i look damn retarded. i was wearing an orange t-shirt, brown khaki pants, and slippers. but it still beats the fucking bright red shirt vietlang has for a uniform.

so i got that blardie carton(which didn't weigh as heavy as i thought it would), and walked back again. this time, it was more interesting.

picture this. you have this guy with a weird fashion sense, and a bad hair day. he is carrying a carton measuring no less than a metre by half a metre. and he is walking through one of the busiest shopping malls, on a friday evening. of course, i attracted many weird glares, but that was all.

now comes the exciting part. i went down the escalator leading to citilink. and i saw no less than FIVE POLICEMEN(okay, one of them was a POLICEWOMAN). remember, they had their backs facing me when i came down the escalator, so i don't think that they recognised my existance just yet.

i am already contemplating in my mind: "aiyah, just tell them it's wine glasses la.. i don't think it's such a big deal.." and so i paced cautiously behind them. the weird thing was, they were walking spread out in citilink, as if 'sweeping' the entire breadth of the shopping area. and there i was, orange and illuminated, carrying this huge carton full of glasses.

now, here comes the turning point. to overtake them, or not. they were walking fucking slow as hell. singapore policemen nowadays are paid to take a stroll in shopping malls. what a good job. and i was rushing back for the eighty pax reservation at seven pm. BO PIAN. i overtake them.

NOT BEFORE ONE OF THEM TURNED AROUND. as if by instinct, all five turn around with their gaze fixated on either me, the carton i was holding, or the ridiculous orange shirt i was wearing.

situation:
- weird orange guy holding a fat ass carton, no smaller than those terrorists were carrying in their backpacks with kickass explosives.
- five policemen staring down at this weird guy.
- london bombing was in the recent past.
- the idea of patrolling is to stop this kind of senseless 'fireworks display' in public area.

decision:
- kick the orange guy's ass, bust open the carton.
- walk up to orange guy, ask to inspect carton.
- be a fucking useless policeman decked out in pistol and all. act suave. continue strolling down the mall, looking into shops for discounts/sales. chat with fellow police officers.

the five of them took the obvious choice. "number three please! why do extra work when you collect the same pay at the end of the day?" so i strolled past them, and back to vietlang.

fuck it! i felt that if i really were carrying explosives, i'd walk right up next to those useless people and DETONATE IT IN THEIR FACE. frankly speaking, are we paying our taxes for these people to be SHOPPING? isn't security supposed to be FUCKEN TIGHT?

finally, the moral of the story. i have this word of advice for all terrorists-to-be.

1. wear a ridiculously bright shirt, preferably orange in colour. remember. the most dangerous place is always touted to be the safest place.

2. backpacks are passe. store your explosives in carton boxes with ambiguous labelling on the outside. who knows? you might save your own ass! simply drop the box in the middle of a busy area(it takes people more than an hour to realise that there's something foreign on the ground), then detonate it when you're a few hundred miles away!

3. don't be afraid of security personnel. read rule 1 again.

4. cause some serious havoc! get rid of these tax-leeching scum from the face of the earth by planting a few dynamites on their back. trust me! they're too retarded to realise!

oh god. this is a very 神奇 world after all.

神奇！

today. only three words.

真神奇!!

oh my god.

firstly. SOME GUY DROPPED A HUNDRED DOLLAR NOTE ON THE FLOOR.

and what did i do? i picked it up, and stared at him for five seconds.

and.

and.

and.

I RETURNED IT TO HIM. AHHHHHH.

one hundred dollars can do alot you know? can pay my outstanding school fees. which i have no money to pay for since lawrence decided he should bank in my pay into the wrong account.

one hundred dollars can EAT ALOT OF THINGSSSSSSS.

one hundred dollars can go one thousand times public toilet. make one thousand phone calls. buy fifty plates of cheap $2 chicken rice.

AND I RETURNED IT TO HIM. zzz.

next. i found out that tobasco sauce is some 神奇 too! i ate it with potato wedges, oysters, chicken wings. damn. SUPER NICE.

and the next 神奇 thing on the list is that i'm working in about ten hours time. and i need one hour to go to work. zzz.

OH OH OH. I ALMOST FORGOT.

JUNYANG LOST. OMG. TO THAT (i'm being a little blunt here) BLIND! all i can say is, i'm sure that junyang didn't sing as bad as that kelvin. and he sure looks a whole lot better. and he shares the same chinese name initials as me (jy).

THAT. IS THE MOST 神奇 THING EVAR. (besides me giving a hundred bucks away)

)))=

drinking.

to those who have actually tried to ask me to 'control my drinking', i thank you from the bottom of my heart.

but the truth is, it's kinda difficult. it's just me being an irresponsible fuck, but yeah. i'm sorry.

and why? because i don't see any meaning to my life, just yet.

now, consider this. i have finished my final year project. i have no reason to go to school. my life revolves around simply working just for self-sustanence. and who would expect their friends to be around them 24/7? at least i wouldn't.

so, drinking is my next best friend. simply because it doesn't matter why or for what event.

you know, sometimes you just can't find someone to 'do nothing' with? but you can do so with a glass of beer. or vodka. and that glass of something doesn't give you extra comments, like: "damn boring la!".

and you just want to be alone.

viamar owns. every night is a drinking night. and the good thing was dinie came down. had a few beers with him. and shah made some 'blackforest'. it tastes exactly like blackforest cakes, except that it's not a cake.

imma go get myself a beer and some brandy and go to sleep.

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i went back to friendster again. i added fucking lotsa testimonials, thanks! amongst those incluse peee, dawn, steph, pearlyn, peimei, zhebin, and a few others, i dunno. zzz. i even added samantha as a friend. after this long of inactivity, i think that she'll just add me la, yeah? LOL. i think i'm drunk. GOOD NIGHT.

Australia

[01:42] Acony: did i tell you how i got conscripted?
[01:42] Acony: damn lame
[01:42] Acony: got a message
[01:42] Acony: all freshers come to the jnr common room for a compulsory meeting
[01:42] Acony: free pizza and beer for the first 20 who come
[01:42] Cw: lol
[01:43] Acony: so like a lot of ppl turn up in the room
[01:43] Cw: u just wanted the free shit
[01:43] Acony: then
[01:43] Acony: when they think they got everyone
[01:43] Acony: they locked the door
[01:43] Acony: then say
[01:43] Acony: "GRATZ YOU ARE ALL NOW IN CHIOR
[01:43] Acony: then they threw away the empty pizza box they put on display
[01:43] Acony: everyone was like
[01:43] Acony: wtf

i think australia owns. how about you?

Movies.

caught The Wedding Crashers. like final-fucking-ly. haven't watched any movies since War of the Worlds in JB. zzz.

and it is damn funny la! go watch it if you have the time to spare; no, go watch it even if you don't have time to spare. some of the jokes are golden.

Shut up when you're talking to me!

and vince vaughn rocks. he is like the new ben stiller. just that ben stiller isn't churning out enough movies to keep me satisfied. comedies > *movies

now seventh month, so got many horror movies. i still find watching horror movies of no point whatsoever(unless someone else wants to). why spend $9.50 on a weekend to watch a lameass movie with bad lighting throughout and no story plot at all? i'd sit in the room with the lights off, stone myself to boredom, and spend no money at all.

okay, so you get spooked out. but what's the point? pay good money to get spooked out? you can pay me $9.50 for throwing a steak knife at you, just barely missing your face; so are you spooked out now?

i'm not bashing horror movies, just an opinion. ^^
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suddenly we're the world's closest strangers.

my fyp viva is over! i'm on holidayssssssss. ask me out man!
my schedule is:
wed night: WORK.
thur night: WORK.
fri night: WORK.
sat afternoon: FAMILY.
sat past midnight: STUFFS.

or you can book me for next week! i make me sound like a product. zz.
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i see why it's so hard to see through a shattered dream,
or see myself in my own well-being.
i see why it's so hard for you to see through this broken window,
was it wise to have thrown the rock?
how far can you go, how long will you strive?
i will strive until this day seeks its tragic end.
broken window, shattered dream. shattered window, broken dream.

Yesterday's Rising - Torn and Weathered

Friendster

IS PISSING ME OFF.

see la. dawn had to send me this testimonial that had me waiting for the blardie page to load. AND IT'S SO NO MEANING. zz.

then i decided to write some people some no meaning testimonials too, just to make them load the page.

but i can't! cos they make me WAIT for the "Add a Testimonial" page to load.

so in the end, i got pissed waiting. zz.

but i found out some useful pieces of news from the bulletin:

BRING COHEED & CAMBRIA TO SINGAPORE!

for those who have heard coheed & cambria, bring them to singapore! i wanna hear them live. sign the petition man!

SAS U-14 is in the rugby finals, again! and who else are we up against, but ACSS(i). there was something about stopping them from being the champs for the ninth year straight. something tells me it's gonna be hard.. but saints don't back down from competition!

these news are actually pretty useful since 98% of the time you get to see useless spammed news that has no relation to you whatsoever. i'm glad i woke up to the other 2% this time.

viva viva viva. wish me luck. i need lots.

Dreams.

yes, i had many dreams last night. very very random.

many dreams, maybe because i slept too much. woke up at 5. damn shuang.

and the dreams damn kewl. i dreamt that i was like jim carrey in bruce almighty. i turned myself into a statue beside the statue of liberty. the statue was in the exact pose of the statue of liberty, except that it was my face, and i'm holding some random stuff i can't remember. i'm so kewl.

then i heard dawn and 婷婷's voice saying: "See Jason! So stupid!".

then i flew up some icy mountain for no apparent reason. and met two hikers on the way up. so i helped them by carrying them all the way to the top. at the top, i saw another guy going into this mansion-like house. i went into the house and the guy cooked some stuff for me to eat.

damn random. i can't remember anything le. that was only one of the dreams. got a few la. but can't recall.

damn fun. whahaha.

okay i'm some late. going out to do viva presentation! after tuesday i'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

明天(的梦)会更好！

again

first half of the day was more entertaining, i guess.

supposed to work, give out flyers. but yeah. my 'group' was me, 婷婷, and 顺顺. HAHA. inside joke, thanks. so, we enjoyed ourselves, tho it was tiring to get chased around by security guards. fun, nonetheless. long john's silver almost two hour break. icecream and spoon. haha! super funny. got pictures of 婷婷. many many. but i gotta upload first.

then work got pretty fucked up. gotta pack 500 goodie bags, then another 700. lazy to go into details, but was there till 11:30. zzz. sorry agnes!

went to drink. alicia and klein sabo me. talked some with vincent. haha. don't think so much la. i shall be the new middleman. hahaha.

thanks agnes for sending me home. i'm some zzz stuffs sometimes.

i hate it. responsibility is some thanksssssssssss. someone give me some for my birthday, christmas, new year, and any other major holidays. THANKS.

sigh.

Evil stuffs

potato chips. yes. those damn thing that's made up of fookie, flavouring, and fried till crispy. they're some evil stuff.

open a bag of'em, and you can't stop but finish them. it takes sheer willpower and mental strength to overcome them.

it's a tough battle. i tried not to maintain eye contact with them, and ate some chocolate and cheese to keep up the good fight. downed a whole bottle of water to maintain my composure.

but all's well now. i've subdued the packet with a rubber band. peace is brought back to earth once again.

you may applause now.

RPG Games

okay, so i haven't been really online or out these few days. besides working, my only other life for the past two days are drinking playing ps2. Shining Tears. pretty nice game if you ask me.

i have played tons of rpg games. name me any on the ps format and i've most probably completed it before. so now i'm looking forward to conquer the ps2 console. haha!

then i realised, from age-old games such as Lunar: Silver Star Story to modern recently released Suikoden 4, many many similarities can be found. this probably has been done before, but i'll attempt to put together some points i've noted throughout the games.

- The main character is usually in his teens.
- He will usually lose his memory at the start, or have his hometown burnt to ashes, or have his parents killed, or...
- There will always be a male character, a female healer/mage/archer, a male knight (hunky), some animal/crossbreed between human and animal.
- Your party will always consist of a member of royalty, of whose family you're fighting against to avert disaster. Sooner or later, you will fight their evil brother/sister/father and they will turn good afterwards.
- Your party are all good-looking, unless they were supposed to be ugly in the first place.
- Everyone in town wants to speak to you, and they always know more than you.
- You can barge into anyone's house and open chests in the middle of their living room, that they never knew existed. Then you can take the item and walk out without anyone screaming "ROBBERY!".
- Halfway into the game, you'll realise the female healer/mage/archer loves your main character. Somehow, he will come to love her somewhere towards the end and lay down his life for her. (But he won't die. Game mah.)
- You will also find out that almost every other female that sees you will fall in love with you, even if you are so quiet you never speak to any of them.
- Somewhere along, you meet the routine spy who hangs along in your party and leaks information to the enemy. Then, something touching happens, and the 'spy' will help you in the nick of time and save you from certain destruction. (Yeah, right.)
- Defeated enemy will always drop gold/gil/penny, even if they are some zombie where their reason for carrying gold is unfathomable.
- Somehow, shops in the game are worthless; You can pick up items that are far more powerful/useful.

can't think le. i'm lazy. zzz. go watch some tv. then play some game.

the hours devour me.
my life's wasted waiting here for you.
there's nothing left of me.
lost in a void i don't see.
there's nothing left to believe.
the end is now.
i surrender.
the war is over.

trust company - the war is over

幸福时候，别来找我。。

i'm looking for 5566's 守候！ anyone have? it's some hard to find..
benwang says it's released on january 2004. so i guess it's hard to find old songs.
zzz. anyone have send me!

work today was some boring. can watch 同心苑.. and 绝对 superstar! but the journey from admiralty to bedok, then bus to siglap is SOME TWO HOURS STUFF. i think next week gonna go viamare again. zzz.

i want to work at viamar. can drinkkkkk =D and altho busier, at least time passes faster.. and you have stuffs to look forward to after work.

weekends working at some roadshow stuffs. good money! but i don't know the details..

fuck. i forgot my beer. in freezer. BYE!

-----Edit:-----

did you know! that beer in freezer doesn't become ice? wow! amazing discovery!

ps2 time. zzz.

mosquito bites

ARGH. FUCKING MOSQUITOES.

i have damn alot of bites on me now! SOMEONE GIMME INSECT REPELLANT.

Gotham Chinablack

yes, i'm finally home. fucking tired. anyhow, here's my account on my national day and eve.

yesterday kinda sucked. but i hope it all worked out for you guys in the end.

firstly, SORRY for the fuckup. seriously did not expect shyt to happen at gotham. as for the refund, my friend dinie is still trying to ask for it. sorry, but no guarantees. anyway, please do not throw away the tickets. i hope all the drinks at viamar made it up, somehow.

anyway, on to the fun part. it is national day after all. haha!

the guys left for gotham, even tho there wasn't really good feedback about going in at all. before that had some drinks (read: bacardi/beer, pinklady, wine). i stayed on with the viamar people. had more drinks (read: baileys/kahlua/whiskey, vodka/redbull). decided to go to chinablack since gotham wasn't worth going. it was worth it to go clubbing a little high.

i didn't think that i was thinking straight the moment i stepped into chinablack. danced abit, with yanlan, dinie, shah, khai, klein. they can dance man. went up and down podiums cos shah went mad. more drinks (read: vodka/cranberry, beer, bacardi/coke) there cos shah knows the manager there or some sort, i guess. didn't bother to ask. who would? free drinks. just take la.

the rest of the guys arrived from gotham. steph, mad, dawn, lornie, jervis, ric, shuhui. so i became a 'social butterfly' and fluttered between the two groups. time passed pretty quickly, nothing special happened tho. yanlan, klein and adeline left first, followed by the rest of the viamar people. it was 5am when we left chinablack.

slacked at some mcdonalds. had mcdonalds at cw's place before leaving for viamar, now after chinablack still mcdonalds. anyway, went to cw's place. ernest, jared and sharmaine were smashed (from gotham). apparently some rich indo kids gave them free drinks(read: hennesy, vsop, and the likes).

slept for abit. woke up and did some shyt. zhiwei is crazy. he always is. here's a re-enactment.

ZW: Quick order pizza, I'm hungry.
Me: Order what?
ZW: Two lumps of poo.
Me: ...
ZW: Extra large!

anyway, i ignored him, and called pizza-hut anyway. so when i was on the phone with the operator..

Operator: So your order is ... ... Anything else for you?
Me: Oie ZW, anything else?
ZW: TWO LUMPS OF POO!
Me: ... It's okay. That's all, thanks.
ZW: EXTRA LARGE!
Operator: Bye!

retard.

i'm tyred. sighhh. sorry manda for not going for lunch! some other time k!

in totally unrelated news, i can't stand guys being touchy around girls, even tho they have had a drop too much. going "are you okay?" is fine, i guess. but any contact and excessively repeating the same question is just irritating. zzz. if okay, then okay la!

Gotham Penthouse

Gotham Penthouse tonight!

i sense some serious fun. and booze. both! yummmm.

so tired.. going out le.

i know that there's a point i've missed,
a shrine or stone i haven't kissed,
a scar that never graced my wrist,
a mirror that hasn't met my wrist.
but i can't help feeling like i'm due for a
miracle.

some zzz.

it's really some zzz.

work was boring. viamar rocks. got >100 pax function still some slacking stuff. and the esplanade environment so nice to work in.

work halfway, got beatbox performance. cannot see but can hear. then got people sing "i believe i can flyyyy". i really feel like flying; it's so boring. then got retarded people dancing right in front of you. real kewl. some angmoh sat at her table and danced to herself. so sad, she's alone. but still can have so much fun.

then i got released early cos it really was too boring. but at least got to eat some baked cod. they're some godly. as godly as i was yesterday. whoever steps into viamar for dinner or lunch cannot leave without ordering a baked cod i tell you! [/advertisement]

last night was kinda fun tho. but kinda zzz too. because everything in this entry becomes zzz due to its title: some zzz.

and mrbrown replied! i'm like small-kid-see-power-ranger kind of excited. but at the end of the day, he's just another normal human being who writes online. some zzz.

i said :

i said hi!
near the escalator at PS.
why you so shy?

he replied:

Ah, that was you? Aiyah, not shy lah. Just surprised. I not used to being recognised on the street one. Haha.

I wanted to say hi back, and talk to you more, you already down the escalator with your laughing friends leh.

Thanks for the nice surprise, and next time hang around, ok? I always like to chat with fellow bloggers. :)

some friendly. see la. i blame dawn and jervis for walking so fast. haha!

still some zzz. but 明天会更好！

I AM GODLY.

i handed up my FYP report!

i had a paper cut in the morning, but it's healed!

i met mrbrown at PS, and i said HI!

i'm surviving on four hours of sleep.

tonight finally can play mahjong and drink!

therefore i am GODLY.

What the HIAO?

You first day come ViaMar.. Torture you already ar..

stupid shah. his words are so true. fucking torturous i tell you.

and i thought viamar would be busier than vietlang; hence, time will pass faster.

no loh! so blardie boring. i stood there for an hour scratching balls swatting flies. and counting the number of lizards on the esplanade walls. i counted nine at my peak.

trust me man. whenever you're free, drop by esplanade and count the number of lizards climbing around. you'll be amazed. it's like the millenium's best find.

there was only this one table worth remembering out of the measly three tables i attended to the entire night. four guys and one lady with a slightly well-endowed front. but let's not digress. the whole point of them worth remembering is not because of that woman.

they were speaking damn loudly. yuppies? i heard one of the guys mention that his age was 28. and i wasn't eavesdropping. i am blardie free and they spoke too loudly.

then, one of them told a joke:

Yuppie A: You know that time.. I was at this club dancing.. Then all of a sudden this cute girl came up to me and started kissing me all over!

Me: ... -_-;

Yuppie A: I was like "What the HIAO?" And she didn't even let go of me! My sister's friends all around laughing at me.

Table: *silence*

Yuppie A: HAHAHAHAHAHA! FUNNY HOR?

Table: *silence*

oh god. someone kill this pompous bastard please.

back to the very "interesting" night i had. esplanade is the worse place ever when you're bored, i tell you.

THE TOILETS THERE NO RECEPTION.

i went to the toilet to slack relieve myself, and i realised my hp no batt. want to reply sms also cannot. wanna find people talk cock also cannot. some zzz stuff. but that didn't stop me from staying in there for twenty minutes.

supposed to go home and rush report. but i still stayed on to drink some and eat some instant noodles. hungry like HIAO i tell you.

at least i restrained myself; i'm blogging after i'm done with my report. i used alot of control c + control v + control x. my pinky and index finger is some strong now. keep holding on to control keys..

tomorrow must hand up! good luck to me! but i still think my report is trash. zzz.

明天会更好！ must tell myself everyday.. if not 不好 le.. siannnn..

please take these hands,
throw them in the river.
wash away the things they never held;
please take these hands,
throw me in the river.
don't let me drown..

Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning

IHP Final Year Report

so it has finally come. the last hurdle of it all.

the final year report.

it commenced last monday. but i only started doing it today. four hours straight. tomorrow morning wake up early to do again.. zzz.

i show you all what i type okay?

Secondly, I think that I have reached my goal of knowing RFID better. I had ventured into an unknown zone of my studies, and that is RFID. I told myself that I cannot give up even though I do not understand, and that I should do more research until I do.

Also, I think the ICT Can-Do spirit has rubbed off on me. Feeling lost over new hardware, I braced myself and continued doing more research anyway. In the end, I can say that I have succeeded in making the system work.

wtf is that!? i can't believe i wrote that in my final year report as my "Conclusion". i guess that's my "Conclusion" for the Final Year Report too. sigh.

159 pages and counting. thirty four hours to submission. and i'm lazy to do anymore. tomorrow then do.

work (in slightly more detail)

I walked into Vietlang, subway in one hand, chocolates in the other, earphones plugged in. Stupid Agnes. Run away. Haha. It still struck me that it was kinda weird Agnes had to run away. I think i am very scary.

I saw Huijie at the entrance. I said "Hello!". She said "Hello!" too. Some courteous stuffs. I rested my stuff by the side and proceeded to change. I looked at my handphone: 6:56. Just in time. I took my time.

And took my time, I did. I finished eating at 7.30. What a nice way to slack the time away. And it was better knowing that you are paid for slacking. It didn't take me long to notice that I was the only male presence in the entire restaurant. I headed straight to the kitchen. Confirm runner.. No need to see station breakdown..

It wasn't busy at the start. However, 8:30 onwards was pretty hectic. Hectic because the usual seven staff allocated for dinner was reduced to six. It might just be one, but its a whole lot of difference. I soon found myself quickening my pace, sometimes taking bigger strides than I have to. And Fiona is still hiding my chocolate all over the place so that she can have it all to herself. I find myself humming 新鸳鸯蝴蝶梦. 但是谁又能摆脱人世间的悲哀？ Funky.

Function room became pretty full. Had to serve an 8pax table with the runner's tray in one hand. It was a bitch.
Me: "Excuse me, Sir. Your Hot and Sour Prawn soup"
Retard: *Cackle cackle yada yada yada* *Leans back*
Me: *Jerks backward to avoid contact with Retard*
-Soup spills on hand-
Me: NABEH CHEEBYE. *smiles* Sorry. *Places soup on the table*

I hate having to apologise for things that is not exactly my fault. And hello? I'm getting hurt in the process. Fucking burn is now healed, I suppose.

It didn't take long before it was 10:00. Huijie was off duty. So was Arlina. Yes! Only left Hess, Linh, Fiona and me. Can go kitchen steal food and drink some.. The thought livened me up a little. I changed the liners in the rubbish bins, polish the cutleries, and stowed the dirty linen to the store. An hour passed easy.

11:15. There were still one or two tables around. Let me off dutyyyy... My thoughts were answered. I changed, and sat down in front of the bar.
Me: Hess, drink beer hor?
Hess: 烦恼 ar? (Troubled?)
Me: 喝酒就烦恼 meh? (Drink beer means troubled meh?)
Hess: 没有Mei you lah. 可是看得出Ke shi kan de chu leh. (No lah. But can see leh.)
Somehow, Hess can always see that something is wrong. So obvious meh? I never tell anyone also. Who cares.

So I got my pint of beer. Too bad Huijie not around. If not can make some cocktails! Blue colour! Green colour! Haha! Hess was counting the day's sales. I drank up.

Hess: *looks up* 有心事 ar? (Got relationship problems?)
Me: Haha.. *shakes head*
Hess: Haiyah. 爱这一个字..伤害了很多人 hor.. (Haiyah. Love is just a word, but it has harmed many people..)
Me: *nods*
Hess: 爱一个人很难 la.. 你看到那个人跟别人玩.. 你有心痛.. 又不懂这么跟她表白.. 很辛苦.. (Loving a person is difficult la.. You see that person play with others.. You feel like shyt. You also don't know how to tell her. Damn like shyt..)
Me: *nods* *drinks up*
Hess: 所以被爱还是最幸福的.. (That's why being loved is still the best..)
Me: You easy to say la.. You girl mah. *nods*

抽刀断水,水更流.. 举杯消愁,愁更愁..

I ask for a second pint. It's kinda saddening when someone hits bullseye. But it's okay. Quite heartening to hear what you've wanted to say all along. I looked at the handphone: 11:56. Siao liao. Fourteen minutes to finish one pint and get to the train station. I drink and drink and drink. And bade farewell.

i realise that everytime i come home, the first thing i do is blog. bad habit, no?
zzz. someone please teach me how to type in chinese! i promise my everlasting friendship. give peee liao. haha! take some long to edit..
明天会更好！

thought it thru.

work was boring. routined.

i'd have blogged another post similar to the bus one. except that i was on the cab this time. but i'm too lazy. even tho i don't have warcraft to play anymore.

i've thought it thru; no point no-mooding everyday. if it's meant to be, it's meant to be.

if you ask, i'll say everything. i promise.

that's how it will be.

routine.

good morning. i woke up.
i deleted warcraft, tft and roc.
i'm going to work.
and then home to sleep.
life is beautiful.

break out of the mould.
i need no sympathy or concern. yet.
my feelings remain.
i'm just running away.

apologies.

i'm sorry.