没有病了
see. so fast. i'm some strong. HAHAHA.
go golden mile check bus fare/hotel. off to KL!
go golden mile check bus fare/hotel. off to KL!
Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
生病
viral infection. vomit vomit. ill ill ill.
hate it man. how to go KL?
so weak, i had to sit down to bath. oww.
hate it man. how to go KL?
so weak, i had to sit down to bath. oww.
Random. Again and again.
i don't know what to put as the title. because i don't really know what i'm about to blog on. simply a mental diarrhoea session. whatever comes to mind, outputs through the keyboard. alcohol doesn't help.
tonight was pretty busy. even sazli and fiona had to be extended. 10am to 11pm. heroes. *salute. ahaha. anyway, didn't even have the time to sit down and slack after work. when i changed back to civilian, it was like 11.45pm. drank some bourbon coke, and 'fruitpunch with alcohol' courtesy of shah. finished, or shall i say, forced to finished in ten minutes, since i had to rush for the last train.
watched the longest yard. haven't really finished yet. but it's damn funny.
adamsandler: *some lame excuse about what happened
cop: yeah. i know. shit happens.
adamsandler: hell, does shit happen. look what happened to your ears.
*looks at cop's protruding big ears.
adamsandler: hey, does those thing recieve fm radio?
not exactly the words said in the movie. and maybe it doesn't sound as funny because i'm a bad joke-teller. but yeah. from what i've watched, i rate the movie 11/10 for hilarity(is there even such a word? lazy to check it out.)
thinking about bourbon pisses me off. everytime i see jack daniels or jim beam, i get reminded of the same old asshole. especially cordon bleu. reminds me of how much he likes to go "yeah, corden bleu is very smooth. i like!" no dipshit. cordon bleu is pricely simply because it is one of the best whiskey out there. stop jumping on the bandwagon of 'i like cordon bleu' simply after looking at its price and having two sips of it. ah. fuck it.
memory is a nice thing to have if there is no need to deal with the past.
i find the above saying very true. in fact, there is no way you can face someone after going through some shit with him/her. agree?
if you don't, too bad. whatever i write here is right. heh.
andddd. i still read all the blogs that i'm linked to. *look to the right. just a lil shoutout..
cal, dan, fook, fur, mj! please never update for some long timeeeeeee..!!
same goes for dawn, amanda, blah blah blah!
liyi! got vodkarific attempt at flooding livers also bo jio!
steph! your recent post is very random but very true. LOL.
jervis! haven't october 25th yet! that is my big day can. haha!
lazy to go on la. zzz. got liverpool vs chelsea later!
tonight was pretty busy. even sazli and fiona had to be extended. 10am to 11pm. heroes. *salute. ahaha. anyway, didn't even have the time to sit down and slack after work. when i changed back to civilian, it was like 11.45pm. drank some bourbon coke, and 'fruitpunch with alcohol' courtesy of shah. finished, or shall i say, forced to finished in ten minutes, since i had to rush for the last train.
watched the longest yard. haven't really finished yet. but it's damn funny.
adamsandler: *some lame excuse about what happened
cop: yeah. i know. shit happens.
adamsandler: hell, does shit happen. look what happened to your ears.
*looks at cop's protruding big ears.
adamsandler: hey, does those thing recieve fm radio?
not exactly the words said in the movie. and maybe it doesn't sound as funny because i'm a bad joke-teller. but yeah. from what i've watched, i rate the movie 11/10 for hilarity(is there even such a word? lazy to check it out.)
thinking about bourbon pisses me off. everytime i see jack daniels or jim beam, i get reminded of the same old asshole. especially cordon bleu. reminds me of how much he likes to go "yeah, corden bleu is very smooth. i like!" no dipshit. cordon bleu is pricely simply because it is one of the best whiskey out there. stop jumping on the bandwagon of 'i like cordon bleu' simply after looking at its price and having two sips of it. ah. fuck it.
memory is a nice thing to have if there is no need to deal with the past.
i find the above saying very true. in fact, there is no way you can face someone after going through some shit with him/her. agree?
if you don't, too bad. whatever i write here is right. heh.
andddd. i still read all the blogs that i'm linked to. *look to the right. just a lil shoutout..
cal, dan, fook, fur, mj! please never update for some long timeeeeeee..!!
same goes for dawn, amanda, blah blah blah!
liyi! got vodkarific attempt at flooding livers also bo jio!
steph! your recent post is very random but very true. LOL.
jervis! haven't october 25th yet! that is my big day can. haha!
lazy to go on la. zzz. got liverpool vs chelsea later!
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
My apologies.
to all those at aloha loyang now. sorry for not joining you all!
i know that i msged steph saying that i was drinking la. but! the truth was not to be!
okay la. i drank la. with klein. four to five glasses, about a jug each. but still, i managed to catch the last mrt home. anyway, i could have went down if i wanted to. caught between the dilemma of going home or going to your chalet la. in the end, the former outweighs the latter. here's why.
reasoning number one. pay is pathetic. considering the late payments the company have been meting out nowadays, taking cab to and fro is definitely not feasible. 能省者胜 mah.
reasoning number two. considering i'm going to kl in two month's time, i want to make the full use of my cash now.
reasoning number three. my mother call me to go home after work. i fillial mah. hahaha!
reasoning number four. i would've been too bored to participate in any activities there. and i dunno if you have any booze, but you definitely don't have enough to sustain me, or knock me out.
okay la. crap. anyway i decided not to go over because i had not paid for the chalet like everyone else did, due to the fact that i never intended to go in the first place.(there is still some people i do not wish to see over there) oops. and i didn't want to pop over, uninvited or not, empty handed. so there. sorry guys!
but i'm sure you all will have fun without me. maybe more fun. haha!
kinda regret not going la. since i mentioned before that i missedallmost ICTians, right? but still, money is the limiting factor here. i still miss everyone mentioned in the previous entry! meet up for dinner some time k!
anyway, i think my alcohol tolerance has gone up. alot. no thanks to viamar. sigh. for better or for worse, who knows eh. soon, it'll be a waste of money for me to go clubbing because it takes alot more alcohol for me to get high. and people will not invite me over to their parties because i guzzle up too much booze. so sad. )))= then i will have no friends. awww.
that aside. catching the last train was funny. i was about to reach the escalators leading down to city hall mrt when the mrt attendant switched the escalotors off. i ran down anyway, and was greeted by a group of banglas(i presume they were a group of banglas because they looks like construction workers, and were very dark.) one of them were waving his hands at me, as if signalling "there is no more trains dude". i did the same hand signal at him, and he nodded at me.
fuck. i thought i would have to catch a cab home. which kinda defeats the purpose that i left viamar so early. then i heard the mrt attendant shout out at me: "go where?" so naturally i told him woodlands la. and he ask me to run for the train. after going thru the gates, i asked him: "why you off the escalator so fast sia? i thought no more trains." and he still dare to say: "this kind of time you have to run for the train what."
like wtf mate? even if i have to run for the train, leaving the escalator on would help me get to the train even faster? i didn't bother arguing with the stupid attendant. at least i caught my train.
anyway, if you haven't noticed. the funny part is the bangla part, not the mrt attendant part.
good night all! go play game and sleep. ((((= have fun at the chalet!
i know that i msged steph saying that i was drinking la. but! the truth was not to be!
okay la. i drank la. with klein. four to five glasses, about a jug each. but still, i managed to catch the last mrt home. anyway, i could have went down if i wanted to. caught between the dilemma of going home or going to your chalet la. in the end, the former outweighs the latter. here's why.
reasoning number one. pay is pathetic. considering the late payments the company have been meting out nowadays, taking cab to and fro is definitely not feasible. 能省者胜 mah.
reasoning number two. considering i'm going to kl in two month's time, i want to make the full use of my cash now.
reasoning number three. my mother call me to go home after work. i fillial mah. hahaha!
reasoning number four. i would've been too bored to participate in any activities there. and i dunno if you have any booze, but you definitely don't have enough to sustain me, or knock me out.
okay la. crap. anyway i decided not to go over because i had not paid for the chalet like everyone else did, due to the fact that i never intended to go in the first place.
but i'm sure you all will have fun without me. maybe more fun. haha!
kinda regret not going la. since i mentioned before that i missed
anyway, i think my alcohol tolerance has gone up. alot. no thanks to viamar. sigh. for better or for worse, who knows eh. soon, it'll be a waste of money for me to go clubbing because it takes alot more alcohol for me to get high. and people will not invite me over to their parties because i guzzle up too much booze. so sad. )))= then i will have no friends. awww.
that aside. catching the last train was funny. i was about to reach the escalators leading down to city hall mrt when the mrt attendant switched the escalotors off. i ran down anyway, and was greeted by a group of banglas(i presume they were a group of banglas because they looks like construction workers, and were very dark.) one of them were waving his hands at me, as if signalling "there is no more trains dude". i did the same hand signal at him, and he nodded at me.
fuck. i thought i would have to catch a cab home. which kinda defeats the purpose that i left viamar so early. then i heard the mrt attendant shout out at me: "go where?" so naturally i told him woodlands la. and he ask me to run for the train. after going thru the gates, i asked him: "why you off the escalator so fast sia? i thought no more trains." and he still dare to say: "this kind of time you have to run for the train what."
like wtf mate? even if i have to run for the train, leaving the escalator on would help me get to the train even faster? i didn't bother arguing with the stupid attendant. at least i caught my train.
anyway, if you haven't noticed. the funny part is the bangla part, not the mrt attendant part.
good night all! go play game and sleep. ((((= have fun at the chalet!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Nothing.
don't know what to update. but since i'm here, might as well just type some gibberish.
nothing much going on. nothing much to look forward to. checking out the prices of bus fares and hotels this coming friday. kl on the coming 7th. ben's birthday on the 8th. yada yada yada. dunno already.
andddddd. twenty eight more days! some countdown. whee.
nothing much going on. nothing much to look forward to. checking out the prices of bus fares and hotels this coming friday. kl on the coming 7th. ben's birthday on the 8th. yada yada yada. dunno already.
andddddd. twenty eight more days! some countdown. whee.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Long Weekend.
weekend post! expect something longgggggg.
btw, didn't get to meet botak cw. had to go to work some earlyyyyyy. worked till one am on friday. stayed back to eat, and drink some. the funny thing is simon got drunk. he fell off the chair and was spouting nonsense the entire night. some hilarious shyt, thanks! got video somemore.
reached home at 4 after sending alicia home. slept some. then went to play soccer on saturday morning. whoo. got sunburnt. which was pretty useful for faking 'drunk' status. that can be elaborated later.
went home to bathe and changed, then went to meet peimei and jialin for dinner. but it wasn't to be. had to follow them around shopping cos peimei had to find some stuffs urgently. forever21, mango, zara, futurestate, dunno what also have. but had a whole load of fun. the highlight of the day would be the discussion of an indian woman along east coast park. hahaha! walking around ps with two screaming women is NO THANKS. please attract more attention! hahahaha.
cabbed down to east coast park at eight plus. class gathering of some sort. apparently not all was present. sat around, chatted some. nothing really eventful. cabbed down to viamar for 'party by the sea'. hahaha.
fiona, alicia, adeline, joanne, her friend, shah, klein and me were the ones left till late. played some card games and everyone got high. my red face came in use to faking 'drunk' status. learnt some new game where you drink like some thirsty person! mass drinks for the night man. shared a bottle of the 1997 wine, and a banana daiquiri with alicia when i reached at eleven. had some fruit cocktail which was deadlyyyy. but nice. recipe: vodka + triplesec + campari + tequila + peachshnapps + lycheeliquer + sugarsyrup + sprite. add some strawberry bits and diced fruits and it's some 神奇 stuff. had another pint of cranberry + ???, and then another pint of beer. super high. and tired. there were more 神奇 stuffs.. but.. -shakes head-
reached home at six am in the morning. slept till ten am. went to workkkkk. whoo. superman! drank like three glasses of iced mocha to wake me up. and amazingly, alicia and me survived! some marathon stuffs. ended work at eight pm. left at 8.10pm! ten minutes to finish the fried rice and some rootbeer alicia left for me. was uber tired la. haha. and joanne drew me a 'happy clown day' piece of paper. viamar has rubbishy people. haha!
now. i'm going to PLAY PS2. because i haven't touched it for two days. haven't blogged for two days. haven't been only for two days. get back to routined lifestyle. AGAIN.
anyway. visit me at viamar! monday to thursday, and sunday 6-11. friday 6-1 at vme! some farrrrrr.
oh oh oh! and i totally <3s this song. it's been on repeat forever la!
fountains and flourescent lights.
when season has come,
the snowbirds have crowded the nights.
and old townies are tired
of the beaches and bars
being packed so tight.
and bridges, and traffic, and inlets,
are locked in their fight.
and on these boats,
ride the hopes of working class boys,
dreaming of girls, from far away points.
and better things. Like winter flings.
and longing after spring has sprung.
and they fly north when winter's done.
and we get burned in summer's sun.
fountains and fluorescent lights.
when season has come,
the snowbirds have crowded the nights.
and young townies and tourists
find unlikely love at first sight.
and swear that they're never leaving
and that is their plight.
this winter is lasting forever,
at least for tonight.
and I know that you're never leaving,
until your flight,
takes you off,
and out of my arms,
and into the air,
so far from your charms,
that i can not bear,
another year,
in this long forgotten beach town,
we once shared.
this winter is lasting forever,
at least for tonight.
and I know that you're never
leaving me again.
no, not again.
further seems forever - snowbirds and townies
wheeeeeeeee!
btw, didn't get to meet botak cw. had to go to work some earlyyyyyy. worked till one am on friday. stayed back to eat, and drink some. the funny thing is simon got drunk. he fell off the chair and was spouting nonsense the entire night. some hilarious shyt, thanks! got video somemore.
reached home at 4 after sending alicia home. slept some. then went to play soccer on saturday morning. whoo. got sunburnt. which was pretty useful for faking 'drunk' status. that can be elaborated later.
went home to bathe and changed, then went to meet peimei and jialin for dinner. but it wasn't to be. had to follow them around shopping cos peimei had to find some stuffs urgently. forever21, mango, zara, futurestate, dunno what also have. but had a whole load of fun. the highlight of the day would be the discussion of an indian woman along east coast park. hahaha! walking around ps with two screaming women is NO THANKS. please attract more attention! hahahaha.
cabbed down to east coast park at eight plus. class gathering of some sort. apparently not all was present. sat around, chatted some. nothing really eventful. cabbed down to viamar for 'party by the sea'. hahaha.
fiona, alicia, adeline, joanne, her friend, shah, klein and me were the ones left till late. played some card games and everyone got high. my red face came in use to faking 'drunk' status. learnt some new game where you drink like some thirsty person! mass drinks for the night man. shared a bottle of the 1997 wine, and a banana daiquiri with alicia when i reached at eleven. had some fruit cocktail which was deadlyyyy. but nice. recipe: vodka + triplesec + campari + tequila + peachshnapps + lycheeliquer + sugarsyrup + sprite. add some strawberry bits and diced fruits and it's some 神奇 stuff. had another pint of cranberry + ???, and then another pint of beer. super high. and tired. there were more 神奇 stuffs.. but.. -shakes head-
reached home at six am in the morning. slept till ten am. went to workkkkk. whoo. superman! drank like three glasses of iced mocha to wake me up. and amazingly, alicia and me survived! some marathon stuffs. ended work at eight pm. left at 8.10pm! ten minutes to finish the fried rice and some rootbeer alicia left for me. was uber tired la. haha. and joanne drew me a 'happy clown day' piece of paper. viamar has rubbishy people. haha!
now. i'm going to PLAY PS2. because i haven't touched it for two days. haven't blogged for two days. haven't been only for two days. get back to routined lifestyle. AGAIN.
anyway. visit me at viamar! monday to thursday, and sunday 6-11. friday 6-1 at vme! some farrrrrr.
oh oh oh! and i totally <3s this song. it's been on repeat forever la!
when season has come,
the snowbirds have crowded the nights.
and old townies are tired
of the beaches and bars
being packed so tight.
and bridges, and traffic, and inlets,
are locked in their fight.
and on these boats,
ride the hopes of working class boys,
dreaming of girls, from far away points.
and better things. Like winter flings.
and longing after spring has sprung.
and they fly north when winter's done.
and we get burned in summer's sun.
fountains and fluorescent lights.
when season has come,
the snowbirds have crowded the nights.
and young townies and tourists
find unlikely love at first sight.
and swear that they're never leaving
and that is their plight.
this winter is lasting forever,
at least for tonight.
and I know that you're never leaving,
until your flight,
takes you off,
and out of my arms,
and into the air,
so far from your charms,
that i can not bear,
another year,
in this long forgotten beach town,
we once shared.
this winter is lasting forever,
at least for tonight.
and I know that you're never
leaving me again.
no, not again.
further seems forever - snowbirds and townies
wheeeeeeeee!
Friday, September 23, 2005
Random. Again.
work is SO BORING. garlic prawns, olive oil, bread. iced mocha(courtesy of joanne). but still boring.
maybe more routined than boring. after work stuffs as usual. drink, get high(or not), go home, on laptop, play ps2. omg. life, where art thou?
I MISS WARCRAFT. marc chan keep tempting me. i'm pissed. gonna get the roc cd from him some time soon.
I MISS MY SALARY. haven't been getting for very long. MONEYYYYYYYYY.
I MISS GOING OUT WITH BW ZW CW MC FOOK DAN FUR AND EVERYONEEE ELSE. but going to KL soon. so i won't complain.
I MISS TONNING WITH AMANDA PEEE LIYI JAS KARTO ADAM AND WHOEVERRR. amanda promised me gifts from bangkok! yay!
I MISS PLAYING SOCCERRRRR. tomorrow tomorrow. whooo.
I MISS STEPH DAWN LORNIE JERVIS YIAN AND ALL ICTIANSSSSS. school start still can't see them! which hole you all hiding in?
going to play pool with botak cw. getting ready to laugh hard. whahaha.
maybe more routined than boring. after work stuffs as usual. drink, get high(or not), go home, on laptop, play ps2. omg. life, where art thou?
I MISS WARCRAFT. marc chan keep tempting me. i'm pissed. gonna get the roc cd from him some time soon.
I MISS MY SALARY. haven't been getting for very long. MONEYYYYYYYYY.
I MISS GOING OUT WITH BW ZW CW MC FOOK DAN FUR AND EVERYONEEE ELSE. but going to KL soon. so i won't complain.
I MISS TONNING WITH AMANDA PEEE LIYI JAS KARTO ADAM AND WHOEVERRR. amanda promised me gifts from bangkok! yay!
I MISS PLAYING SOCCERRRRR. tomorrow tomorrow. whooo.
I MISS STEPH DAWN LORNIE JERVIS YIAN AND ALL ICTIANSSSSS. school start still can't see them! which hole you all hiding in?
going to play pool with botak cw. getting ready to laugh hard. whahaha.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Tired..
of talkimg about politrics the entire fuccking night. about salary, the management, tyhe staff. ah. fuck it.
and if you haven;t realised.. i had a drop too much tnoight..
i think this will be a funky entry.. some 1997 wine to begin with. uber smooth. and some bourbon coke to end witth. in fact. i demolished almost a half a bottle of viamar's jim beam. shhhh.
anyway, to alvin: don't think i'll be visiting vme anytime soon., i heard winnie is helping out with the operatuions there. lol!
anddddddddd. i'll looks after my beer belly. no more beer tonight! i'll contuinue the other nights with some beer and liquor.
GOOOOOOOOOD NIGHT. some sleep time.
--aftermath--
>.< my english rocks when i'm high. i'll looks after.. some good shyt. and i won't even attempt correcting my spelling..
time to go play some game. working tonight againnn.. zz.
and if you haven;t realised.. i had a drop too much tnoight..
i think this will be a funky entry.. some 1997 wine to begin with. uber smooth. and some bourbon coke to end witth. in fact. i demolished almost a half a bottle of viamar's jim beam. shhhh.
anyway, to alvin: don't think i'll be visiting vme anytime soon., i heard winnie is helping out with the operatuions there. lol!
anddddddddd. i'll looks after my beer belly. no more beer tonight! i'll contuinue the other nights with some beer and liquor.
GOOOOOOOOOD NIGHT. some sleep time.
>.< my english rocks when i'm high. i'll looks after.. some good shyt. and i won't even attempt correcting my spelling..
time to go play some game. working tonight againnn.. zz.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
War
I hop into a plane. It's a one-man-drive. Sorta like a go-kart. There is only the accelerator and the brake to step on, and open air. It resembles the kind of kiddy rides you get - ten minutes for two dollars. Except, this glides through the air. The steering is oddly familar, although it jerks up and down to decrease or increase altitude. Boy, am I ready for one of the rides of my life.
It seems like I've been riding one of these for years. Others have already taken off before me. It looks to me that the war is won, or lost, here. "Eradicate all enemy airborne vehicles", we were told. Cut off the supply and the victory is ours for the taking.
I get into a dogfight with a few enemy fighter planes. Gliding through the air, I render them defenceless against my superior maneuverability and accurate aim. Emerging victorious, I feel nonchalent; The biggest scalp to be claimed has not even appeared yet.
Then, there it was: the carrier plane. It would be pointless to fire away at its near invincible armour. I had to get closer. The cockpit, that should be my target. Rid the mastermind, the threat is nullified. I dive low to align myself with its altitude.
The 'cockpit' of the enemy carrier plane was located by the side, more like where the driver is located in our local SBS buses. I speed up when approaching; I have escaped detection till then, due to my insignificance in size compared to that huge-ass aerial vehicle.
Once near, I retrieved a pistol from under my seat(don't ask me why the hell I know it's there. I just know.) and fired a few shots through the darkened window. The enemy plane began to dip, my job was almost done. To be safer, I dived lower and loaded a few more shots into the cockpit. Little did I know that I had dived too low..
The carrier plane crashed before me, into the plains below. Mission accomplished, or so I thought. I still had to save myself. Ramming the steering downwards, I restored some parity. Just when I was about to lift off into the skies again, an arm shot out and grabbed onto mine. My jet quivered. I looked down to see a beautiful girl, hanging onto my arm for her life.
She was an enemy, no doubt. Most probably ejected from the carrier plane that I had just downed. But still, a life is a life. I felt responsible to save her.(Her good looks were no help.) Pulling her up with one arm, I steadied my hold on the steering with the other. She had the look of gratitude in her eyes, however..
Little did I know that the first thing she did was flick the switch. She sure is familiar, immedietely turning the engine off. I was dumbstruck, and stared at her in disbelief. In the blink of the eye, her gratitude for me has been repaid with betrayal. I crash-landed, and became unconscious..
When I awoke, I was beside her, alone. The only bad thing about this is that we're both on a slow-moving vehicle. Focusing my sight, I realised we were in some sort of armour vehicle, most probably a truck. Then it struck me; I am now a prisoner-of-war. I looked at her, her sight refusing to meet mine. She stared indignantly onto the ground, as if she had done something against her conscience. Her pretty face was solemn.
I was enraged. Grabbing her by the collar, I scream: "WHY? I SAVED YOU."
Her gaze now transfixed onto mine, she never said a thing. Her eyes spoke the countless words that she had to explain to me. Her remorse, her guilt, her choice between conscience or loyalty. I think I realise, and release my grip on her.
I crumple onto the ground..
.
.
.
.
SONG BO. i had one hell of a funky dream. omg. i think i can still make out that chiobu's face!
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
You
there's always something in the way..
there's always something getting through..
but it's not me..
it's you.
sometimes ignorance rings true..
but hope is not in what i know..
it's not in me..
it's in you.
it's all i know..
i find peace when i'm confused..
i find hope when i'm let down..
not in me..
it's in you.
i hope to lose myself for good..
i hope to find me in the end..
not in me..
in you.
switchfoot - you
but where are you?
whahahaha. bo liao update. PLAY GAME TIME!
there's always something getting through..
but it's not me..
it's you.
sometimes ignorance rings true..
but hope is not in what i know..
it's not in me..
it's in you.
it's all i know..
i find peace when i'm confused..
i find hope when i'm let down..
not in me..
it's in you.
i hope to lose myself for good..
i hope to find me in the end..
not in me..
in you.
switchfoot - you
but where are you?
whahahaha. bo liao update. PLAY GAME TIME!
Monday, September 19, 2005
Date me! (part two)
19th September to 25th September 2005.
WORK:
Monday____19th: 6-11
Tuesday___20th: 5-11
Wednesday 21th: 6-11
Thursday__22th: 5-11
Friday____23th: 6-1
Saturday__24th: OFF
Sunday____25th: 12-8
Saturday morning/afternoon = SOCCER.
please consult as reference. THANKS.
WORK:
Monday____19th: 6-11
Tuesday___20th: 5-11
Wednesday 21th: 6-11
Thursday__22th: 5-11
Friday____23th: 6-1
Saturday__24th: OFF
Sunday____25th: 12-8
Saturday morning/afternoon = SOCCER.
please consult as reference. THANKS.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Sad stuffs..
actually. i'm not sad la. in fact, i'm happyyyyyyyyy.
just that. everything ought to have its balance. light vs dark. good vs bad. strong vs weak. pretty vs ugly. me vs everyone else. HAHAHA.
so. this is a post about bad stuffs. blog about blogging. oh well.. nothing better to do..
firstly, all the racist comments and shyt. news of two(and more recently, a third) blogger being sued for 'racist remarks', or whatsoever. frankly speaking, i have never read the article. however, i have read one of the websites, which is the second holocaust. all i can say is, well done in bring that bastard to court. he totally deserves it.
enough about court issues. i don't like.
if you mention singapore's blogosphere, you cannot escape the mention of xiaxue. sad, but true. to start off with, i'd like to proclaim that i am no fan of xiaxue's. however, due to my boredom(before starting with this post), i 'blog-surfed' my way there. and what did i find?
a 'Mid Autumn Thoughts' post, which is no longer than 15-20 lines long? entirely sexual and coarse. i scroll further down, and is greeted by a new word: advertorial. and i scroll even further down and i see more of that same new vocabulary i just learnt. if blogs were television programmes, xiaxue.blogspot.com would be theadvertisements advertorials that exist simply to annoy and frustrate television viewers.
i am not saying that advertisements/advertorials/adverwhateverfuck is not useful. they are good for publicity, but i am sure people like me would rather go read the classified ads in the straits times then read the website. and i am sure there are many people out there like me.
of course, it's her website, i'm not saying that she should stop. after all, it's hers. i'm just expressing my disappointment. i'm not very sure if she will be able to win all the kinds of writing awards she did before all the endorsement stuffs. but one thing's for sure, i don't think i'll visit that page anymore, thanks to 'advertorials'. and how about a change of header to her page, to "I blog for those companies who want me to endorse their products"?
this aside, the other sad stuffs would be the lack of updates by some websites i've been keeping up with. this includes cheeky, maddox and askthepope, just to name a few. sometimes, i see the point in quality over quantity. further proven when i realise that i no longer enjoy some sites like kennysia as much as i did.
well, what am i ranting about? they write what they want to write, not up to me to decide anyway. this mindless bitching is sad too.
just that. everything ought to have its balance. light vs dark. good vs bad. strong vs weak. pretty vs ugly. me vs everyone else. HAHAHA.
so. this is a post about bad stuffs. blog about blogging. oh well.. nothing better to do..
firstly, all the racist comments and shyt. news of two(and more recently, a third) blogger being sued for 'racist remarks', or whatsoever. frankly speaking, i have never read the article. however, i have read one of the websites, which is the second holocaust. all i can say is, well done in bring that bastard to court. he totally deserves it.
enough about court issues. i don't like.
if you mention singapore's blogosphere, you cannot escape the mention of xiaxue. sad, but true. to start off with, i'd like to proclaim that i am no fan of xiaxue's. however, due to my boredom(before starting with this post), i 'blog-surfed' my way there. and what did i find?
a 'Mid Autumn Thoughts' post, which is no longer than 15-20 lines long? entirely sexual and coarse. i scroll further down, and is greeted by a new word: advertorial. and i scroll even further down and i see more of that same new vocabulary i just learnt. if blogs were television programmes, xiaxue.blogspot.com would be the
i am not saying that advertisements/advertorials/adverwhateverfuck is not useful. they are good for publicity, but i am sure people like me would rather go read the classified ads in the straits times then read the website. and i am sure there are many people out there like me.
of course, it's her website, i'm not saying that she should stop. after all, it's hers. i'm just expressing my disappointment. i'm not very sure if she will be able to win all the kinds of writing awards she did before all the endorsement stuffs. but one thing's for sure, i don't think i'll visit that page anymore, thanks to 'advertorials'. and how about a change of header to her page, to "I blog for those companies who want me to endorse their products"?
this aside, the other sad stuffs would be the lack of updates by some websites i've been keeping up with. this includes cheeky, maddox and askthepope, just to name a few. sometimes, i see the point in quality over quantity. further proven when i realise that i no longer enjoy some sites like kennysia as much as i did.
well, what am i ranting about? they write what they want to write, not up to me to decide anyway. this mindless bitching is sad too.
Hot!
tifa is HOT! (for the [n+1]th time.)
i am hot too. literally. fucking hot. no thanks to noon sun.
my face burns, my shoulders burn, my arms burn.
dinner was niceeeeeeeee. x)))
needn't go into details here.
watched soccer. mass draw games, besides the fulham westham match i think. that makes a happy gerald. fifty bucks richer.
heng i never buy the charlton match. chelsea ran out eventual 2-0 winners.
i bought new ps2 game! Atalier Iris. tried the game out at gerald's place and liked it. heh. new game new game! cos the fucking stupid ff7 keeps hanging. zzz.
watched charlie and the chocolate factory, until i fell asleep. so i didn't finish watching it. how stupid. zz.
PLAY GAME TIMEEEEEEEEEEE.
i am hot too. literally. fucking hot. no thanks to noon sun.
my face burns, my shoulders burn, my arms burn.
dinner was niceeeeeeeee. x)))
needn't go into details here.
watched soccer. mass draw games, besides the fulham westham match i think. that makes a happy gerald. fifty bucks richer.
heng i never buy the charlton match. chelsea ran out eventual 2-0 winners.
i bought new ps2 game! Atalier Iris. tried the game out at gerald's place and liked it. heh. new game new game! cos the fucking stupid ff7 keeps hanging. zzz.
watched charlie and the chocolate factory, until i fell asleep. so i didn't finish watching it. how stupid. zz.
PLAY GAME TIMEEEEEEEEEEE.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Exciteddddd.
soccer rocks. as usual. but the weather is just too damn hot. and we started at eleven plus. noon sun is teh killer.
so long never play.. no stamina le. sigh. tired all the timeee.
today is action-packed. soccer in the morning, dinner out later, then going to viamare. some farrrrrrr.. siglap. lucky gerald willing to take me in for the night. no need to cab home. it's like thirty plus bucks the last time i took. some ouchhhh.
anyway. dinner dinner! excited. five yearssss. 60monthssss. 1826dayssss. haha! i guess that was the last time i saw her. wheee.
almost wanted to buy charlton win. almost $7 odds. if tonight charlton really win, i would have lost $60. >< but it's okayyy. ownself earn money better!
lalalala.
so long never play.. no stamina le. sigh. tired all the timeee.
today is action-packed. soccer in the morning, dinner out later, then going to viamare. some farrrrrrr.. siglap. lucky gerald willing to take me in for the night. no need to cab home. it's like thirty plus bucks the last time i took. some ouchhhh.
anyway. dinner dinner! excited. five yearssss. 60monthssss. 1826dayssss. haha! i guess that was the last time i saw her. wheee.
almost wanted to buy charlton win. almost $7 odds. if tonight charlton really win, i would have lost $60. >< but it's okayyy. ownself earn money better!
lalalala.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Sexiness to the power of n+1
whoo. this is one of the best weeks EVAR.
first up. we have Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children leaked. joy to the masses! and we shouldn't forget..
with aeris to your right, and tifa to your left, any man is blessed for the moment.
thennnnnnn. got final fantasy vii to play on the pcalthough it hangs alot. fun-ness!
and vietlang close! it's kinda a good and bad news kinda thing. but since this post is about all things nice, then it's a piece of good news. lol.
had plenty to drink! alcohol fulfills my somewhat empty lifestyle. okay. that's exaggerating. but alcohol is always welcome.
downloading naruto! can see hinata's new moveeeeeeeeeee!
but this post is not about all those.
it is about..
THIS.
THE GOSU CLASS OF 1-3!
and don't forget rukia! =D
first up. we have Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children leaked. joy to the masses! and we shouldn't forget..
with aeris to your right, and tifa to your left, any man is blessed for the moment.
thennnnnnn. got final fantasy vii to play on the pc
and vietlang close! it's kinda a good and bad news kinda thing. but since this post is about all things nice, then it's a piece of good news. lol.
had plenty to drink! alcohol fulfills my somewhat empty lifestyle. okay. that's exaggerating. but alcohol is always welcome.
downloading naruto! can see hinata's new moveeeeeeeeeee!
but this post is not about all those.
it is about..
THIS.
THE GOSU CLASS OF 1-3!
and don't forget rukia! =D
Last Day Of Vietlang...
AHHHHHHHHHH.
last day !!
nabeh.. i thought vietlang would have nothing to drink.. so i drink at viamar first..
one jug of beer.. one hi-ball glass of 'chocolate temptation'.. definitely tempted me to drink it.. zzz.
just on hi-ball glass.. but i'm some highhhhhhhhhh.
don't ask me what's in it. i dunno..
then walked to vietlang with alicia... talked some spastic stuff on the way..
reached vietlang.. eat some crab.. blocked some beer for fiona..
then the arrival of klein. GFG.
drink somemore. was some HIGH. but blocked some for fiona anyways.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. took cab back with bunny alicia klien. they're all good drinkers! except me!
at least i got home well. gonna sleeeeeeeeeep. byeeeeeee! =DDD
fun drinking night!!!
last day !!
nabeh.. i thought vietlang would have nothing to drink.. so i drink at viamar first..
one jug of beer.. one hi-ball glass of 'chocolate temptation'.. definitely tempted me to drink it.. zzz.
just on hi-ball glass.. but i'm some highhhhhhhhhh.
don't ask me what's in it. i dunno..
then walked to vietlang with alicia... talked some spastic stuff on the way..
reached vietlang.. eat some crab.. blocked some beer for fiona..
then the arrival of klein. GFG.
drink somemore. was some HIGH. but blocked some for fiona anyways.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. took cab back with bunny alicia klien. they're all good drinkers! except me!
at least i got home well. gonna sleeeeeeeeeep. byeeeeeee! =DDD
fun drinking night!!!
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Goodbye Vietlang, Hello Viamar.
TA TA TA TA TA. BO TA BO LAM PA!
that's about the only phrase i heard the entire blardie night. zzz.
ah kiong and ah li joined in the viamar drinking marathon. mainly because it was peter's last day. and, as expected, peter disappeared into thin air after having too much of a drink.
fucking funny shyt happened throughout the night.
shah: hungry leh. pollo wings leh!
ah li: okay okay. wa ki zi. (I go cook.)
peter: seafood croquettes hor!
ah li: har la har la.
-fifteen minutes passed-
me: eh. pollo wings and seafood croquettes so long one ar?
shah: the deep fryer not on whole night leh! must wait for it to heat up mah.
yanlan: sekali he drunk and cook his own head.
shah: haha! sir, your fried pollo wings and fried ah li head.
me: now no more 分尸案. now got 炸头案.
some cold jokes presumed. pollo wings arrive with seafood croquettes. eat eat eat. yummmm.
then had some lame attempts to make peter drink. he is some BUAY STEADY. zzz. in the end, he simply disappeared after having too much to drink. sigh.
then..
ah kiong: GARLIC PRAWN? AI MAI? SWEEEEEEEEE. (Garlic prawns. Want or not? Nice!)
*proceeds to high five everyone.
ah kiong: SWEE LA! TA LIAO WA ZI GARLIC PRAWN! (Nice la! Drink finish your beer I cook garlic prawns!)
everyone: -_-;
came back with some noodle paella and garlic prawns. yummmmmmmm.
and drink somemore. got highhhhhh. expected.
cabbed home, with yanlan and alicia. they left first, so should be no prob ba.
btw, judging from the topic, you should've realised: vietlang is closed from the 15th. i'm attached to viamar from the start of this week. so yeah. find me there k!
tomorrow off day.. restttttttttttt. zzz.
that's about the only phrase i heard the entire blardie night. zzz.
ah kiong and ah li joined in the viamar drinking marathon. mainly because it was peter's last day. and, as expected, peter disappeared into thin air after having too much of a drink.
fucking funny shyt happened throughout the night.
shah: hungry leh. pollo wings leh!
ah li: okay okay. wa ki zi. (I go cook.)
peter: seafood croquettes hor!
ah li: har la har la.
-fifteen minutes passed-
me: eh. pollo wings and seafood croquettes so long one ar?
shah: the deep fryer not on whole night leh! must wait for it to heat up mah.
yanlan: sekali he drunk and cook his own head.
shah: haha! sir, your fried pollo wings and fried ah li head.
me: now no more 分尸案. now got 炸头案.
some cold jokes presumed. pollo wings arrive with seafood croquettes. eat eat eat. yummmm.
then had some lame attempts to make peter drink. he is some BUAY STEADY. zzz. in the end, he simply disappeared after having too much to drink. sigh.
then..
ah kiong: GARLIC PRAWN? AI MAI? SWEEEEEEEEE. (Garlic prawns. Want or not? Nice!)
*proceeds to high five everyone.
ah kiong: SWEE LA! TA LIAO WA ZI GARLIC PRAWN! (Nice la! Drink finish your beer I cook garlic prawns!)
everyone: -_-;
came back with some noodle paella and garlic prawns. yummmmmmmm.
and drink somemore. got highhhhhh. expected.
cabbed home, with yanlan and alicia. they left first, so should be no prob ba.
btw, judging from the topic, you should've realised: vietlang is closed from the 15th. i'm attached to viamar from the start of this week. so yeah. find me there k!
tomorrow off day.. restttttttttttt. zzz.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
omg. it rocks so much, it's beyond description.
it's leaked, SO GO WATCH IT NOW.
although i'm pretty neutral on the piracy shyt, rest assured that i will watch it when the movie comes out. simply because it is FINAL FANTASY VII.
final fantasy fans, your wait is up. it's a kick ass 101 minute movie that kept me glued to the screen even when the credits are rolling.(the credits is ten minutes long)
GO WATCH. while i rewatch it. BYE.
ps. TIFA IS HOT. SQUARE-ENIX'S TOO LAZY TO DRAW MORE OF AERIS. )=
it's leaked, SO GO WATCH IT NOW.
although i'm pretty neutral on the piracy shyt, rest assured that i will watch it when the movie comes out. simply because it is FINAL FANTASY VII.
final fantasy fans, your wait is up. it's a kick ass 101 minute movie that kept me glued to the screen even when the credits are rolling.(the credits is ten minutes long)
GO WATCH. while i rewatch it. BYE.
ps. TIFA IS HOT. SQUARE-ENIX'S TOO LAZY TO DRAW MORE OF AERIS. )=
Monday, September 12, 2005
Se7en Meme Baton?
just when i'm lazy to blog, someone put my name up here. bopian. so i do loh. i blame zhebin.
7 Things That Scare Me
- Death. Admit it man. Singaporeans are kiasu, and kiasi. Of course, I'm not referring to random deaths all around the world. Otherwise, reading about it will already send me to my grave, terrified. It is, for example, staring down at a time bomb with 10seconds left to detonation, knowing that you have no where to run, that kinda scares me.
- The loss of friends and loved ones. Who wouldn't?
- Natural disasters, and it's aftermath. I mean, I'd already be scared to death about the fact that there is a natural disaster going on around here, and there's no where to escape(read point one). And now, if luckily(or unluckily), I'm able to survive, what now? I'll be homeless, penniless, everythingless.
- Having no money. At all. Self-explanatory.
- Being handicapped. Losing any of my five senses or any limb is shitty enough. Having to live with it is a totally different story. Imagine all the good food around the world that you can't taste, after you can't even differentiate broccoli from beef!
- Being disfigured. Major. I'm pretty sure that 90% of the people you call 'friends' now will actually shun you. Sad but true.
- Losing your thought and memory. Might as well just kill yourself and get it over with. Haha.
7 Things I Like Most
- Food. Good food. Yummmmm.
- The Internet. Self Explanatory.
- Games. Role Playing Games(RPG). Especially the Final Fantasy Series.
- MONEY. Who wouldn't?
- I like to nua. Even after twelve hours of sleep, I can cuddle up with my blanket for another hour, just cos it feels good. I liken taking my time to do things to nuaing as well.
- Soccer. Soccer. All things soccer.
- How can I leave this out? Alcohol. But I stress: good tasting alcohol. A shot of vodka is NO THANKS. Give me a Cosmopolitan, a Lychee Martini anytime.
7 Important Things In My Room
Note: I don't exactly have a room, but I'll try to come up with something anyway.
- My bed. That's about the most significant thing that's important to me.
- My wardrobe. How else am I supposed to face the world without one?
- My laptop, although it's not really in my room now, it's there sometimes.
- My memories, in the form of postcards and letters and yearbooks. I only discovered that they existed in my room a few days ago. Haha!
- My passport. If not how to zhao lor(跑路)?
- The power point, with which I charge my handphone, laptop, and all things electrical.
- My presence(I'm getting a little desperate here). Haha! But, really. What will all the above six items be without ME?
7 Random Facts About Me
- I have a retarded finger(you can see that I'm kinda proud of it).
- I liked collecting badges, and used to have about two to three shoeboxes of'em. Until I moved..
- I am a very untidy person.
- I play soccer every Saturday. But my schedule always limits it to once every two to three Saturdays. And I hate it. (Hey, that's three facts in one point! One per sentence.)
- I am lazy. Very.
- I have stopped playing Warcraft III for some long time! Someone lend me the WC3:ROC CD!
- No one knows about this, but I'll disclose it anyway. I can fly.
7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die
- Tell everyone I loved, that I loved them. *aww So sweet.
- To travel around the world.
- To at least know what Absinthe tastes like.
- To earn as much money as possible, and have sufficient to leave behind for my family(if I happen to have one).
- To eat all the most popular/nice known food in the world.
- To thank all my friends and family for making my life more fulfilling to live through.
- Hope that the motherfucking thing that killed me disappears through all eternity.
7 Things I Can Do
Much as I am able to do ALL THINGS POSSIBLE(besides menstruating and give birth), I shall list out 7 things that I am most proud of, or able to do the best of.
- I can eat, alot. I am proud of this.
- I have a mid-high alcohol tolerance. I can drink alot, alcohol content or not. Combine it with the above, you have a very hungry person.
- Despite the above two, I am able to survive on nothing but sufficient water to keep me hydrated, for a day. Maybe two. I know because I'm still alive.
- I can support myself, though not fully. Better than people who constantly go after their parents for money, as if they owe you something. Fact of the day: You're the one who owes your parents something.
- I can sit in front of the Playstation for a few days consecutively, having my meals in front of it, and shutting myself off from the entire world. To me, a good role playing game is as nourishing as reading a good book.
- I can see without my spectacles, although vaguely.
- I can sleep almost everywhere, as long as I'm tired enough.
7 Things I Can't Do
This is kinda hard. Let's see.
- I cannot grow a third arm.
- I cannot resist good food and good drinks.
- I cannot fly(I was lying up there, I guess).
- I cannot..
- I cannot...
- I cannot....
- I cannot come up with 7 things I can't do.
7 Things I Say The Most
- Fuck.
- Cheebye.
- I.
- Haha.
- Zz.(You can't actually 'say' that.)
- Kewl.
- Nabeh.
7 Celeb Crushes
Not exactly celebraties..
- Kusajishi Yachiru.
- Tifa Lockheart.
-Yuffie Kisagiri.
-Rinoa Heartilly.
-Lenne and Yuna.
-Paine.
7 People Who Have To Do This
-liyi
-amanda
-steph
-vincent
-keith
-agnes
-peee
7 Things That Scare Me
- Death. Admit it man. Singaporeans are kiasu, and kiasi. Of course, I'm not referring to random deaths all around the world. Otherwise, reading about it will already send me to my grave, terrified. It is, for example, staring down at a time bomb with 10seconds left to detonation, knowing that you have no where to run, that kinda scares me.
- The loss of friends and loved ones. Who wouldn't?
- Natural disasters, and it's aftermath. I mean, I'd already be scared to death about the fact that there is a natural disaster going on around here, and there's no where to escape(read point one). And now, if luckily(or unluckily), I'm able to survive, what now? I'll be homeless, penniless, everythingless.
- Having no money. At all. Self-explanatory.
- Being handicapped. Losing any of my five senses or any limb is shitty enough. Having to live with it is a totally different story. Imagine all the good food around the world that you can't taste, after you can't even differentiate broccoli from beef!
- Being disfigured. Major. I'm pretty sure that 90% of the people you call 'friends' now will actually shun you. Sad but true.
- Losing your thought and memory. Might as well just kill yourself and get it over with. Haha.
7 Things I Like Most
- Food. Good food. Yummmmm.
- The Internet. Self Explanatory.
- Games. Role Playing Games(RPG). Especially the Final Fantasy Series.
- MONEY. Who wouldn't?
- I like to nua. Even after twelve hours of sleep, I can cuddle up with my blanket for another hour, just cos it feels good. I liken taking my time to do things to nuaing as well.
- Soccer. Soccer. All things soccer.
- How can I leave this out? Alcohol. But I stress: good tasting alcohol. A shot of vodka is NO THANKS. Give me a Cosmopolitan, a Lychee Martini anytime.
7 Important Things In My Room
Note: I don't exactly have a room, but I'll try to come up with something anyway.
- My bed. That's about the most significant thing that's important to me.
- My wardrobe. How else am I supposed to face the world without one?
- My laptop, although it's not really in my room now, it's there sometimes.
- My memories, in the form of postcards and letters and yearbooks. I only discovered that they existed in my room a few days ago. Haha!
- My passport. If not how to zhao lor(跑路)?
- The power point, with which I charge my handphone, laptop, and all things electrical.
- My presence(I'm getting a little desperate here). Haha! But, really. What will all the above six items be without ME?
7 Random Facts About Me
- I have a retarded finger(you can see that I'm kinda proud of it).
- I liked collecting badges, and used to have about two to three shoeboxes of'em. Until I moved..
- I am a very untidy person.
- I play soccer every Saturday. But my schedule always limits it to once every two to three Saturdays. And I hate it. (Hey, that's three facts in one point! One per sentence.)
- I am lazy. Very.
- I have stopped playing Warcraft III for some long time! Someone lend me the WC3:ROC CD!
- No one knows about this, but I'll disclose it anyway. I can fly.
7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die
- Tell everyone I loved, that I loved them. *aww So sweet.
- To travel around the world.
- To at least know what Absinthe tastes like.
- To earn as much money as possible, and have sufficient to leave behind for my family(if I happen to have one).
- To eat all the most popular/nice known food in the world.
- To thank all my friends and family for making my life more fulfilling to live through.
- Hope that the motherfucking thing that killed me disappears through all eternity.
7 Things I Can Do
Much as I am able to do ALL THINGS POSSIBLE(besides menstruating and give birth), I shall list out 7 things that I am most proud of, or able to do the best of.
- I can eat, alot. I am proud of this.
- I have a mid-high alcohol tolerance. I can drink alot, alcohol content or not. Combine it with the above, you have a very hungry person.
- Despite the above two, I am able to survive on nothing but sufficient water to keep me hydrated, for a day. Maybe two. I know because I'm still alive.
- I can support myself, though not fully. Better than people who constantly go after their parents for money, as if they owe you something. Fact of the day: You're the one who owes your parents something.
- I can sit in front of the Playstation for a few days consecutively, having my meals in front of it, and shutting myself off from the entire world. To me, a good role playing game is as nourishing as reading a good book.
- I can see without my spectacles, although vaguely.
- I can sleep almost everywhere, as long as I'm tired enough.
7 Things I Can't Do
This is kinda hard. Let's see.
- I cannot grow a third arm.
- I cannot resist good food and good drinks.
- I cannot fly(I was lying up there, I guess).
- I cannot..
- I cannot...
- I cannot....
- I cannot come up with 7 things I can't do.
7 Things I Say The Most
- Fuck.
- Cheebye.
- I.
- Haha.
- Zz.(You can't actually 'say' that.)
- Kewl.
- Nabeh.
7 Celeb Crushes
Not exactly celebraties..
- Kusajishi Yachiru.
- Tifa Lockheart.
-Yuffie Kisagiri.
-Rinoa Heartilly.
-Lenne and Yuna.
-Paine.
7 People Who Have To Do This
-liyi
-amanda
-steph
-vincent
-keith
-agnes
-peee
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Prozac Nation
i think i kinda like this book, so i'm gonna write about it. it's full name being: "Prozac Nation. Young and Depressed in America. A Memoir".
it's author is Elizabeth Wurtzel. and if you don't understand what a memoir is, it means that it is a sort of diary, an autobiography. in case you are still retarded, this is the actual meaning.
so yeah. and it's been made into a movie. too bad it's not shown in singapore. but the last i checked on it, it has an M18 or R21 tag slapped on it. too bad.
okay. on to the meat of the book. basically, it's about a girl(Elizabeth Wurtzel) being caught in a broken family; a father who flees from his responsibilities, and a mother who tries so hard to give everything to her only child but breaks down anyway. the girl goes on to harvard and the subsequent working life, gets involved in everything humanely possible: drinks, drugs, sex, betrayal, suicide, abortion. and it is amazingly written in a witty style. so witty, yet so bare naked in truth.
anyway, i like to quote.
the whole book is divided into thirteen chapters. each beginning with an interesting excerpt from other sources, and gives you a perspective on what is being encountered in the coming chapter. very smart, if you ask me. anyway, the one above is from 'Mary Barnes', by 'David Edgar'.
i still think it's pretty kewl how she makes something so sad, so matter of fact, into something so fun to read. you'd most probably laugh at how her feelings are being described, that it is nothing mere than a 'surface wound'. but then deep down it's like a cancerous tumour working its way up to the extent it's fatal.
i'm not going to go trudging through 368 pagees to come up with more quotes. in fact, i'd recommend anyone who can make out the above rubbish and feel for it, to buy the book. no, i'm not gonna borrow the book. not because i'm some selfish fuck, but i like it too much to want it to come back in a state of non-recognition. i bought it for eighteen, and it's just one less chinablack, a few more steps away from crystal jdae to the nearest food court, one more good read.
in fact, after reading through half of the book(although i've read it before four years earlier), i'm pretty tired of people going "i'm fucking sad because i just broke up with my(yet another) boyfriend(which is my fourth one this week)." you know, maybe she's the only one who had broken up with her boyfriend. because the people who never had, i dunno, PARENTS from their birth, is definitely better off than them. i'm not saying that you don't have the right to be sad; there is potential for all kinds of emotional rampages. but for it to go on and on and whine about it, sigh. people just have to grow up sometimes?
zz. i'm pretty tired. my life lately has been nothing but blog/eat/sleep/work. i need a break.
it's author is Elizabeth Wurtzel. and if you don't understand what a memoir is, it means that it is a sort of diary, an autobiography. in case you are still retarded, this is the actual meaning.
mem·oir Pronunciation Key (mmwär, -wôr)
n.
1. An account of the personal experiences of an author.
2. An autobiography. Often used in the plural.
3. A biography or biographical sketch.
4. A report, especially on a scientific or scholarly topic.
so yeah. and it's been made into a movie. too bad it's not shown in singapore. but the last i checked on it, it has an M18 or R21 tag slapped on it. too bad.
okay. on to the meat of the book. basically, it's about a girl(Elizabeth Wurtzel) being caught in a broken family; a father who flees from his responsibilities, and a mother who tries so hard to give everything to her only child but breaks down anyway. the girl goes on to harvard and the subsequent working life, gets involved in everything humanely possible: drinks, drugs, sex, betrayal, suicide, abortion. and it is amazingly written in a witty style. so witty, yet so bare naked in truth.
anyway, i like to quote.
If you take someone's thoughts and feelings away, bit by bit, consistently, then they have nothing left, except some gritty, gnawing, shitty little instinct, down there, somewhere, worming round the gut, but so far down, so hidden, it's impossible to find. Imagine if you will, a worldwide conspiracy to deny the existence of the colour yellow. And whenever you saw yellow, they told you, no, that isn't yellow, what the fuck's yellow? Eventually, when you saw yellow, you would say: that isn't yellow, course it isn't, blue or green or purple, or. . . . You'd say it, yes it is, it's yellow, and become increasingly hysterical, and then go quite berserk.
the whole book is divided into thirteen chapters. each beginning with an interesting excerpt from other sources, and gives you a perspective on what is being encountered in the coming chapter. very smart, if you ask me. anyway, the one above is from 'Mary Barnes', by 'David Edgar'.
... Because right now I feel a bit like a tree cut from the ground on the way to the lumberyard for further cutting. And the thing about my mom is that she's totally nuts, but she's very normal. She pays taxes, she works for a living, she boils water without burning the pot. She's so far from my present surrounding that I think calling her will somehow transport me to a saner place. We used to talk every day almost, but we haven't lately because there's too much I don't want to tell her and too much she doesn't want to know. Our silence is a cooperative venture, although we still chat about nothing every few days.
i still think it's pretty kewl how she makes something so sad, so matter of fact, into something so fun to read. you'd most probably laugh at how her feelings are being described, that it is nothing mere than a 'surface wound'. but then deep down it's like a cancerous tumour working its way up to the extent it's fatal.
i'm not going to go trudging through 368 pagees to come up with more quotes. in fact, i'd recommend anyone who can make out the above rubbish and feel for it, to buy the book. no, i'm not gonna borrow the book. not because i'm some selfish fuck, but i like it too much to want it to come back in a state of non-recognition. i bought it for eighteen, and it's just one less chinablack, a few more steps away from crystal jdae to the nearest food court, one more good read.
in fact, after reading through half of the book(although i've read it before four years earlier), i'm pretty tired of people going "i'm fucking sad because i just broke up with my(yet another) boyfriend(which is my fourth one this week)." you know, maybe she's the only one who had broken up with her boyfriend. because the people who never had, i dunno, PARENTS from their birth, is definitely better off than them. i'm not saying that you don't have the right to be sad; there is potential for all kinds of emotional rampages. but for it to go on and on and whine about it, sigh. people just have to grow up sometimes?
zz. i'm pretty tired. my life lately has been nothing but blog/eat/sleep/work. i need a break.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Mission Xplore!
i think the event was kinda successful, albeit the early drizzle that kinda dampened our mood. i was pretty high actually. i didn't sleep on the train at 6.15am in the morning. instead, i was engrossed in Prozac Nation. kewl shyt.
everything went kinda well at the start. there wasn't any need for cajoling for cheers, since they already had some in the back of their heads. the flag design was kewl, cos we had an artist in vincci. i'm starting to think that i have a pretty easy job; they're pretty much motivated on their own. by the way, the group of students were prefects from hougang secondary, calling themselves the hougeans.
up to fort canning. first game kinda sucked, i was pretty disappointed. it was tough like shyt, and even cheating got you nowhere. haha! both yanling's and my group cheated some.. altho it ended up in the same result: "correct morse code, wrong answer." sigh. how do you expect secondary two kids to memorise the sentences of abusing drugs in three minutes? trafficking drugs: two hundred years in jail, five hundred strokes of the cane?
second game was dawn's. quite funky game, because we got alot of correct answers. haha! and it was then that i found out that my hougeans are some enthusiastic people; they cheer for ade even without me. i like.
third was candy's 'tower of success'. i think they did a pretty good job with the crowd control, even tho they were only two ladies there: candy and eileen. once again, i did some bumming around and left everything else to the group. i start to realise that i couldn't match a face to their names even after being with them for three hours odd.
recieved a call from fanelle: get back to the ballroom by twelve. timecheck: 1150. well done. passed by jervis and yi an's station and they started to plead for a game. why not? you get free packing up afterwards by us too. haha. some chionging.. and got some high scores again.
on the way back was pretty crazy. i'm dead beat. the insufficient rest from the night before was weighing on me, but the hougeans continued with their nursery rhymes singing, school song, national anthem.. whatever. i'm beginning to think that if there's anyone to take the 'Most Enthusiastic Team' or 'Best Team', they would be none other than us.
after that they had lunch. but i'm uber hungry laaaaa. and they got some food for me. so touched. haha! but i can't eat anyway. cos i'm still 'working'..
just during the prize announcements, i was pretty confident that they'll get something home. they announced the miscellaneous prizes that i wasn't really caring about. then it came to the top three. as they announced, i realised that i didn't hear 'hougang secondary' anywhere yet. and i look at vincci and her eyes are slightly red. together with wen jia's(sp?). and it hit me: what if we get nothing? it had all looked so promising at the start that even the game marshals thought we were good. the higher you hope for, the harder you fall.
but all was kewl in the end. we did snag the biggest prize. (tho i had no part in it. ) haha! five hundred dollar popular voucher. i felt triumphant, more so than relieved. altho i should. anyway, all's well that ends well.
actually i felt that i didn't really do much anyway. just like 2003's Unblockable Camp, when i was the gl for Yahoo. i swore that i had done a whole shitload of nothing, and still we emerged tops. i guess i didn't do so, but i applaud the drive in everyone of the Yahoo team of 2003: zhebin, renhao, anthony, jessie, catherine, sheila, and of course deline. i hope i haven't missed anyone out. haha.
anyhow, it's a job well done. and my wallet is fatter by fifty bucks. hmm. congratulations to hougang sec anyway! altho i can only remember celeb, vincci, marianni, wen jia(sp?). i mean their names, i can recognise them k!
quote of the day: 有借有还，再借不难！
everything went kinda well at the start. there wasn't any need for cajoling for cheers, since they already had some in the back of their heads. the flag design was kewl, cos we had an artist in vincci. i'm starting to think that i have a pretty easy job; they're pretty much motivated on their own. by the way, the group of students were prefects from hougang secondary, calling themselves the hougeans.
up to fort canning. first game kinda sucked, i was pretty disappointed. it was tough like shyt, and even cheating got you nowhere. haha! both yanling's and my group cheated some.. altho it ended up in the same result: "correct morse code, wrong answer." sigh. how do you expect secondary two kids to memorise the sentences of abusing drugs in three minutes? trafficking drugs: two hundred years in jail, five hundred strokes of the cane?
second game was dawn's. quite funky game, because we got alot of correct answers. haha! and it was then that i found out that my hougeans are some enthusiastic people; they cheer for ade even without me. i like.
third was candy's 'tower of success'. i think they did a pretty good job with the crowd control, even tho they were only two ladies there: candy and eileen. once again, i did some bumming around and left everything else to the group. i start to realise that i couldn't match a face to their names even after being with them for three hours odd.
recieved a call from fanelle: get back to the ballroom by twelve. timecheck: 1150. well done. passed by jervis and yi an's station and they started to plead for a game. why not? you get free packing up afterwards by us too. haha. some chionging.. and got some high scores again.
on the way back was pretty crazy. i'm dead beat. the insufficient rest from the night before was weighing on me, but the hougeans continued with their nursery rhymes singing, school song, national anthem.. whatever. i'm beginning to think that if there's anyone to take the 'Most Enthusiastic Team' or 'Best Team', they would be none other than us.
after that they had lunch. but i'm uber hungry laaaaa. and they got some food for me. so touched. haha! but i can't eat anyway. cos i'm still 'working'..
just during the prize announcements, i was pretty confident that they'll get something home. they announced the miscellaneous prizes that i wasn't really caring about. then it came to the top three. as they announced, i realised that i didn't hear 'hougang secondary' anywhere yet. and i look at vincci and her eyes are slightly red. together with wen jia's(sp?). and it hit me: what if we get nothing? it had all looked so promising at the start that even the game marshals thought we were good. the higher you hope for, the harder you fall.
but all was kewl in the end. we did snag the biggest prize. (tho i had no part in it. ) haha! five hundred dollar popular voucher. i felt triumphant, more so than relieved. altho i should. anyway, all's well that ends well.
actually i felt that i didn't really do much anyway. just like 2003's Unblockable Camp, when i was the gl for Yahoo. i swore that i had done a whole shitload of nothing, and still we emerged tops. i guess i didn't do so, but i applaud the drive in everyone of the Yahoo team of 2003: zhebin, renhao, anthony, jessie, catherine, sheila, and of course deline. i hope i haven't missed anyone out. haha.
anyhow, it's a job well done. and my wallet is fatter by fifty bucks. hmm. congratulations to hougang sec anyway! altho i can only remember celeb, vincci, marianni, wen jia(sp?). i mean their names, i can recognise them k!
quote of the day: 有借有还，再借不难！
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Disappointment.
Dear Vincent Tan Eng Soon,
I am deeply disappointed in you. All you had was a shared flaming lamborghini with me. Why! Why did you end up like you are? I am pretty sure i finished up the 'Baileys and Creme De Menthe' part of the flaming lambo. And i definitely had another flaming lambo before you even finished your beer.
Sigh. I am deeply disappointed. Please be home safe.
Undersigned,
Jason.
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lol! tonight was pretty fun tho. sent yanlan back, and was home early. alicia joined us for a drink, but took a bus back. something tragic happened to our 顺顺. agnes and (maybe) liyi should be fine.
at least 顺顺 has jervis to count on. sigh.
i am some disappointed.
btw viamar's flaming lambo is some killer. i am SUPER TYRED.
i am brokeeee. gotta wait till thursday for additional $50. then saturday for my starhub pay. and next thursday for my vietlang pay. i'm left with $20. SAVE MEEEEEE.
sighhh. ))= i miss some stuff.
I am deeply disappointed in you. All you had was a shared flaming lamborghini with me. Why! Why did you end up like you are? I am pretty sure i finished up the 'Baileys and Creme De Menthe' part of the flaming lambo. And i definitely had another flaming lambo before you even finished your beer.
Sigh. I am deeply disappointed. Please be home safe.
Undersigned,
Jason.
lol! tonight was pretty fun tho. sent yanlan back, and was home early. alicia joined us for a drink, but took a bus back. something tragic happened to our 顺顺. agnes and (maybe) liyi should be fine.
at least 顺顺 has jervis to count on. sigh.
i am some disappointed.
btw viamar's flaming lambo is some killer. i am SUPER TYRED.
i am brokeeee. gotta wait till thursday for additional $50. then saturday for my starhub pay. and next thursday for my vietlang pay. i'm left with $20. SAVE MEEEEEE.
sighhh. ))= i miss some stuff.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Memories
i was looking for the 'Prozac Nation' book somewhere in the heap of rubbish..
in fact, that book holds many memories too. the reason why i started reading that book, or bought it. haha. i can't find it.. i wonder if they still sell the book.. it should be about four years old already? hmm..
anyway, as i was trudging through the pile of stuffs.. a couple of things dropped out: a blue book, and a popular plastic bag.
i looked at the blue book: it was my primary school autograph book. i remembered that in my school, it was a fad to have an autograph book. i was smiling to myself as i opened the book. i would've taken pictures of it if i had a camera. too bad tho.
the book started off with a 'rules and regulation' page. most of the people in my class had one. and mandatory pages were a 'rules and regulation' page, as well as an 'about myself' page. i had both of'em. it is hilarious. let me reproduce it in text form.
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RULES AND REGULATIONS
1. Write Neatly
2. Use Only A Maximum Of Four Pages
3. Include Add., Tel. No, Etc., Etc.
To Everyone Writing This:
Thank You For Writing This Autograph Book For Me. You All May Use Either Chinese Or English. So, Happy Writing!
From: (Signature)
P.S. Please Sign After Writing.
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it is so fucking funny to read. needless to explain, right?
and then, for my 'about myself' page, i had the header "My X Files". i guess i was trying to be lame in the past. sigh.
i used to be the nerd. in fact, the number of teachers who wrote in my autograph book outweighs the number of friends that wrote in it. i guess there were more, i saw some pages torn out.. i wonder why. *sigh.
and.. the only person with a legible 'autograph' was sb's. haha. i think i kinda liked her in the past. more on her later. (=
so much about the little blue book. i move on to the popular plastic bag. some letters i've recieved.. not all i guess. and the most recent dated was for the year 2000. five letters in all. three different addresses already. i guess i lost alot of them. *sigh x 2..
in the past.. when pagers were the trend, and handphones are practically non-existant, we write letters. i was always excited to recieve a letter. postage was free because i'd walk over to my friend's house and drop it in her mailbox. i was the postman and the sender. how kewl eh. haha.
the first letter i opened kinda shocked me. but my insides warmed up, and i smiled. haha. 丑事. if i'm not wrong.. that letter should be dated 1998 or 1999. there was no date on it, but it's a simple christmas card.
the contents are.. (i'm divulging secrets here, please shush about it, okay?)
"Dear ar.. Merry Christmas! Muz study hard next year k? Most important... Muz treat me good good k? Hehe... Love U alwayz.."
hahaha. thinking back, it was all kinda weird. she was my first 'stead'. and i was young and stupid(except that now i'm not so young, but still as stupid). i won't say who, but some of you might know. haha! shush k?
and.. the 'love you always' phrase is so frequently used, it's funny reading it. haha.. i plug ning's msn nick: lovers are mad, they use crazy, impossible words. what's worse, they believe them.
i have another christmas card from her too. but that should be dated 2000. sigh. how times pass. if you're reading this, i wonder if you remember! haha! you were the 大姐 during our time! haha! and i kinda really liked you then also okay!
then, i have two other letters from sb. haha. the first was a birthday card for my fourteenth birthday. by then, i was already well away from primary school, and she still sent a card to me! so touched, especially coming from a girl i liked.
the other was a christmas card. there was something going along the lines of having not seen me for a long time, and that i'm busy working. guess it's slightly later than the birthday one. and to be frank, i was kinda shy and i never really did reply most of her letters. haha. like her but don't dare to say. )=
fast forward to 2005. i guess the past is always something good to relive. i think i'm going to catch up with old friends(you know who) sometime soon. haha. but i don't think she has the time. nevermind.
really some nostalgic now man.
i wished i had kept all the letters that were sent to me..
in fact, that book holds many memories too. the reason why i started reading that book, or bought it. haha. i can't find it.. i wonder if they still sell the book.. it should be about four years old already? hmm..
anyway, as i was trudging through the pile of stuffs.. a couple of things dropped out: a blue book, and a popular plastic bag.
i looked at the blue book: it was my primary school autograph book. i remembered that in my school, it was a fad to have an autograph book. i was smiling to myself as i opened the book. i would've taken pictures of it if i had a camera. too bad tho.
the book started off with a 'rules and regulation' page. most of the people in my class had one. and mandatory pages were a 'rules and regulation' page, as well as an 'about myself' page. i had both of'em. it is hilarious. let me reproduce it in text form.
1. Write Neatly
2. Use Only A Maximum Of Four Pages
3. Include Add., Tel. No, Etc., Etc.
To Everyone Writing This:
Thank You For Writing This Autograph Book For Me. You All May Use Either Chinese Or English. So, Happy Writing!
From: (Signature)
P.S. Please Sign After Writing.
it is so fucking funny to read. needless to explain, right?
and then, for my 'about myself' page, i had the header "My X Files". i guess i was trying to be lame in the past. sigh.
i used to be the nerd. in fact, the number of teachers who wrote in my autograph book outweighs the number of friends that wrote in it. i guess there were more, i saw some pages torn out.. i wonder why. *sigh.
and.. the only person with a legible 'autograph' was sb's. haha. i think i kinda liked her in the past. more on her later. (=
so much about the little blue book. i move on to the popular plastic bag. some letters i've recieved.. not all i guess. and the most recent dated was for the year 2000. five letters in all. three different addresses already. i guess i lost alot of them. *sigh x 2..
in the past.. when pagers were the trend, and handphones are practically non-existant, we write letters. i was always excited to recieve a letter. postage was free because i'd walk over to my friend's house and drop it in her mailbox. i was the postman and the sender. how kewl eh. haha.
the first letter i opened kinda shocked me. but my insides warmed up, and i smiled. haha. 丑事. if i'm not wrong.. that letter should be dated 1998 or 1999. there was no date on it, but it's a simple christmas card.
the contents are.. (i'm divulging secrets here, please shush about it, okay?)
"Dear ar.. Merry Christmas! Muz study hard next year k? Most important... Muz treat me good good k? Hehe... Love U alwayz.."
hahaha. thinking back, it was all kinda weird. she was my first 'stead'. and i was young and stupid(except that now i'm not so young, but still as stupid). i won't say who, but some of you might know. haha! shush k?
and.. the 'love you always' phrase is so frequently used, it's funny reading it. haha.. i plug ning's msn nick: lovers are mad, they use crazy, impossible words. what's worse, they believe them.
i have another christmas card from her too. but that should be dated 2000. sigh. how times pass. if you're reading this, i wonder if you remember! haha! you were the 大姐 during our time! haha! and i kinda really liked you then also okay!
then, i have two other letters from sb. haha. the first was a birthday card for my fourteenth birthday. by then, i was already well away from primary school, and she still sent a card to me! so touched, especially coming from a girl i liked.
the other was a christmas card. there was something going along the lines of having not seen me for a long time, and that i'm busy working. guess it's slightly later than the birthday one. and to be frank, i was kinda shy and i never really did reply most of her letters. haha. like her but don't dare to say. )=
fast forward to 2005. i guess the past is always something good to relive. i think i'm going to catch up with old friends(you know who) sometime soon. haha. but i don't think she has the time. nevermind.
really some nostalgic now man.
i wished i had kept all the letters that were sent to me..
Monday, September 05, 2005
Guide to being an Irresponsible Fuck
i think i'm getting my retribution for being such an irresponsible fuck. for i have to endure another. i believe in karma. and i think that he will get his soon.
anyhow, in this post, i shall teach you how to be an irresponsible fuck. because you're worth it. (actually, you're not worth it. i am just real pissed at some shyt and i need an outlet.)
always turn up late. it doesn't matter how fucking important it is.
the above being the golden rule, i will now explain in further details, using certain situations as backup.
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Situation One
you told E that you were going to buy some stuff for him; you'll be back in half an hour. once you leave the place, who gives a fuck about E? it doesn't really matter (in fact, it doesn't matter at all)that he is actually needing that certain something, and he is so busy that he can't get out. remember, all irresponsible-fuck-wannabes, your welfare comes first. take your blardie time to stroll around, do miscellaneous rubbish.
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Situation Two
you have made an appointment with V. and he will take less than 10minutes to reach where you are. you can either:
a) wait for him.
b) tell him that you're not meeting him.
c) make him walk all the fucking way there. then walk away when he is 500m of you.
the obvious choice is c. again, it doesn't matter if he has a heavy burden with him. remember: you are an irresponsible fuck. anything goes. now here comes the sucker punch - walk away even though he is within 100m of you. it's a classic. throw in a shitty excuse or two to complete the rout. you can try indicating female presence, or "but i've waited five minutes!". you are all there is to the world, five minutes is a whole fucking long while to wait you know?
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but that is not all there is to it. you want to be all-rounded. a jack of all trades, and most probably a master of a select few. so i'm throwing in an extra scoop of info for the rest of you.
thick skinned. you must have the said skin, being thick enough to endure plane crashes; the new twin towers can be modelled after you. after all, when you have mastered this skill, you can shamelessly tell others that a computer chip is edible, the grass on all soccer fields are pink, and that JACK DANIELS IS BOURBON, NOT WHISKEY. to do a double whammy, you have to say it in a 'matter-of-fact' way. you know the hokkien saying: "Kiang Tio Ho, Mai Kay Kiang (Smart Can Already, Don't Act Smart)"? throw it away. it has no meaning to irresponsible fucks. you know everything; you are god.
Commercial Break
Fresh from the free dictionary online, we have the two meanings of 'bourbon' and 'whiskey'.
Bourbon = Whiskey. Bitch. Unless you consider the percentage of corn. Heck, you don't even know that bourbon is distilled from grain. Or that rum is made of sugarcane. Worthless. Don't talk to me.
Because I'm too lazy to waste my time on lowlifes like you.
/Commercial Break
last tip of the day. when you owe money, try to drag it out for as long as fuckingpossible. bear in mind the hope of that person forgetting about this bad debt of yours, and you'll get away with being perhaps $10 richer. this works in conjunction with the previous rule, having skin of steel. even if that person asks for the money in your face, the best excuse ever is "no money". not even when you can afford a brand new pair of levis jeans. or go indulge in lavish food.
i hope everyone has found this guide useful. i will add on to this when i meet more irresponsible fucks. 一山还有一山高. there will always be people out there to outdo you.
let me end off on a slightly oxymoronic note:
IRRESPONSIBLE FUCKS ARE WORTHLESS. THROW THEM AWAY. YOU DON'T NEED THEM. they can call you a 'friend' for all they want, i can never see them worthy of my time anyway.
己所不欲，勿施于人。understand, retards?
p.s. you know who i am referring to. i'm not planning to hide anything. otherwise, blog for fuck? the only reason i'm not saying it in his face is simple because of this reason: 好来好散. and i can't be bothered with retards like this.
anyhow, in this post, i shall teach you how to be an irresponsible fuck. because you're worth it. (actually, you're not worth it. i am just real pissed at some shyt and i need an outlet.)
always turn up late. it doesn't matter how fucking important it is.
the above being the golden rule, i will now explain in further details, using certain situations as backup.
Situation One
you told E that you were going to buy some stuff for him; you'll be back in half an hour. once you leave the place, who gives a fuck about E? it doesn't really matter (in fact, it doesn't matter at all)that he is actually needing that certain something, and he is so busy that he can't get out. remember, all irresponsible-fuck-wannabes, your welfare comes first. take your blardie time to stroll around, do miscellaneous rubbish.
Situation Two
you have made an appointment with V. and he will take less than 10minutes to reach where you are. you can either:
a) wait for him.
b) tell him that you're not meeting him.
c) make him walk all the fucking way there. then walk away when he is 500m of you.
the obvious choice is c. again, it doesn't matter if he has a heavy burden with him. remember: you are an irresponsible fuck. anything goes. now here comes the sucker punch - walk away even though he is within 100m of you. it's a classic. throw in a shitty excuse or two to complete the rout. you can try indicating female presence, or "but i've waited five minutes!". you are all there is to the world, five minutes is a whole fucking long while to wait you know?
but that is not all there is to it. you want to be all-rounded. a jack of all trades, and most probably a master of a select few. so i'm throwing in an extra scoop of info for the rest of you.
thick skinned. you must have the said skin, being thick enough to endure plane crashes; the new twin towers can be modelled after you. after all, when you have mastered this skill, you can shamelessly tell others that a computer chip is edible, the grass on all soccer fields are pink, and that JACK DANIELS IS BOURBON, NOT WHISKEY. to do a double whammy, you have to say it in a 'matter-of-fact' way. you know the hokkien saying: "Kiang Tio Ho, Mai Kay Kiang (Smart Can Already, Don't Act Smart)"? throw it away. it has no meaning to irresponsible fucks. you know everything; you are god.
Commercial Break
Fresh from the free dictionary online, we have the two meanings of 'bourbon' and 'whiskey'.
bour·bon Pronunciation Key (bûrbn)
n.
A whiskey distilled from a fermented mash containing not less than 51 percent corn in addition to malt and rye.
whis·key also whis·ky Pronunciation Key (hwsk, ws-)
n. pl. whis·keys, also whis·kies
An alcoholic liquor distilled from grain, such as corn, rye, or barley, and containing approximately 40 to 50 percent ethyl alcohol by volume.
Bourbon = Whiskey. Bitch. Unless you consider the percentage of corn. Heck, you don't even know that bourbon is distilled from grain. Or that rum is made of sugarcane. Worthless. Don't talk to me.
Because I'm too lazy to waste my time on lowlifes like you.
/Commercial Break
last tip of the day. when you owe money, try to drag it out for as long as fuckingpossible. bear in mind the hope of that person forgetting about this bad debt of yours, and you'll get away with being perhaps $10 richer. this works in conjunction with the previous rule, having skin of steel. even if that person asks for the money in your face, the best excuse ever is "no money". not even when you can afford a brand new pair of levis jeans. or go indulge in lavish food.
i hope everyone has found this guide useful. i will add on to this when i meet more irresponsible fucks. 一山还有一山高. there will always be people out there to outdo you.
let me end off on a slightly oxymoronic note:
IRRESPONSIBLE FUCKS ARE WORTHLESS. THROW THEM AWAY. YOU DON'T NEED THEM. they can call you a 'friend' for all they want, i can never see them worthy of my time anyway.
己所不欲，勿施于人。understand, retards?
p.s. you know who i am referring to. i'm not planning to hide anything. otherwise, blog for fuck? the only reason i'm not saying it in his face is simple because of this reason: 好来好散. and i can't be bothered with retards like this.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Deep shit.
10:26am. i'm awake, ready for work. (actually i'm seldom ready for work, but heck.)
i think i've exceeded my own expectations. drinking three nights in a row is actually NOT intended. thursday night: cheeky monkeys, friday night: peee's place, sat night: viamar. i have actually rejected an offer to liquidroom(whereever that is), only to find myself at viamar. zz. although i am in deep shit due to the high alcohol intake, that is not the point.
as of 10:02, i have had problems contacting... NEVERMIND. i just recieved an sms. heh heh.
so i'm not in that deep a shit anyway.
anyway, my grandmother found out i was drinking last night. due to the all familiar smell of beer. zzz. had some shyt that resembles graveyard, but tastes tons better due to the absence of pernod. i call it 'some high class' cocktail. one jug of that.
then beer and beer and beer and beer. zzz. like 6 jugs or something.
so this morning my grandmother decided to impart some drinking knowledge to me.
"BOY AH. 喝酒回来要冲凉！洗烧水，然后要穿衣服睡觉！"
i think this morning's conversation was one of the friendliest i've had in times. with my grandmother at least.
okay okay. work work. tonight is pay night!
i think i've exceeded my own expectations. drinking three nights in a row is actually NOT intended. thursday night: cheeky monkeys, friday night: peee's place, sat night: viamar. i have actually rejected an offer to liquidroom(whereever that is), only to find myself at viamar. zz. although i am in deep shit due to the high alcohol intake, that is not the point.
as of 10:02, i have had problems contacting... NEVERMIND. i just recieved an sms. heh heh.
so i'm not in that deep a shit anyway.
anyway, my grandmother found out i was drinking last night. due to the all familiar smell of beer. zzz. had some shyt that resembles graveyard, but tastes tons better due to the absence of pernod. i call it 'some high class' cocktail. one jug of that.
then beer and beer and beer and beer. zzz. like 6 jugs or something.
so this morning my grandmother decided to impart some drinking knowledge to me.
"BOY AH. 喝酒回来要冲凉！洗烧水，然后要穿衣服睡觉！"
i think this morning's conversation was one of the friendliest i've had in times. with my grandmother at least.
okay okay. work work. tonight is pay night!
Saturday, September 03, 2005
I am the winner!
whaha. i win. like seriously
adam is dead. peee is sleeping. so are the rest. whoo hoo. i proclaim myself champion!!
wheeeee. the rest are sleeping in the room. i'm playing soccer at 10am in the morning. but i don't think i drank alot tonight. everyone else polished two bottles of baileys, together with half a bottle of vodka. wheeeeee.
high high. when's next drinking session?
adam is dead. peee is sleeping. so are the rest. whoo hoo. i proclaim myself champion!!
wheeeee. the rest are sleeping in the room. i'm playing soccer at 10am in the morning. but i don't think i drank alot tonight. everyone else polished two bottles of baileys, together with half a bottle of vodka. wheeeeee.
high high. when's next drinking session?
Friday, September 02, 2005
Irony
went to causeway point just now. saw eugene. his rib cracked sia. two of'em somemore. tsk.
was supposed to watch a movie. but there isn't any nice shows. sigh. i wanna watch 'The Longest Yard'.. ended up walking around.. shopping for pens.. a simple waffle at Gelare. simple pleasures make me happy.
sigh. so ironic. some close yet some far away.
dunno what i'm blogging about la. tonight go peee's house. gotta go. byeeee.
was supposed to watch a movie. but there isn't any nice shows. sigh. i wanna watch 'The Longest Yard'.. ended up walking around.. shopping for pens.. a simple waffle at Gelare. simple pleasures make me happy.
sigh. so ironic. some close yet some far away.
dunno what i'm blogging about la. tonight go peee's house. gotta go. byeeee.
Cheeky!
went to cheeky monkeys just now. it was kewl man. met a few new friends. partied. bourbon coke the night away.
before that was at vietlang. wesley last day. so some drinks making. drank some before heading down to cheeky monkeys. some routined stuff. long island tea, beer, pinatang..
headed down. met some new friends in lex, toby and mint. toby and mint are a couple i guess.(in case you didn’t get it, mint is a girl’s name). whoo. i think she was flirting with me. LOL. maybe. who knows? anyway, she’s hot，and i don’t really mind. at one point in time, we were like staring at each other. and she was giving me this “yeah.. what?” kinda look. then she stuck her tongue out at me. omg. –melts- so cute..!
anyway, that asides, was dancing with hess and fiona the entire night. hess had to leave early due to ‘chest pain’ and ‘working morning shift’. so left me and fiona alone. some funny stuffs happened, not fit for details tho. lol. thanks to vincent anyway. some many jugs. and probably lex. the bourbon coke never ends. haha! and at least it's not the kinda diluted wad of shyt you get at other places when you order a jug(read: chinablack).
after that, headed to the 7-11s to get some food. had some hard time teaching lex and toby chinese (they’re from england). had some fun speaking to them too. mint’s working as a lawyer’s secretary, toby’s heading to cambodia tomorrow (not back for three months.. oooh.), and lex plays the guitar at various pubs. he earns good man. gave my number to lex, and he's supposed to text me. later go out again? haha.
haiyah. dunno what to type le. tired. it’s 6.17am now. good night.
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good morning! just woke up. that one last night type de. lazy to come online, so just haul the laptop to my bed and started typing. have a nice day!
before that was at vietlang. wesley last day. so some drinks making. drank some before heading down to cheeky monkeys. some routined stuff. long island tea, beer, pinatang..
headed down. met some new friends in lex, toby and mint. toby and mint are a couple i guess.(in case you didn’t get it, mint is a girl’s name). whoo. i think she was flirting with me. LOL. maybe. who knows? anyway, she’s hot，and i don’t really mind. at one point in time, we were like staring at each other. and she was giving me this “yeah.. what?” kinda look. then she stuck her tongue out at me. omg. –melts- so cute..!
anyway, that asides, was dancing with hess and fiona the entire night. hess had to leave early due to ‘chest pain’ and ‘working morning shift’. so left me and fiona alone. some funny stuffs happened, not fit for details tho. lol. thanks to vincent anyway. some many jugs. and probably lex. the bourbon coke never ends. haha! and at least it's not the kinda diluted wad of shyt you get at other places when you order a jug(read: chinablack).
after that, headed to the 7-11s to get some food. had some hard time teaching lex and toby chinese (they’re from england). had some fun speaking to them too. mint’s working as a lawyer’s secretary, toby’s heading to cambodia tomorrow (not back for three months.. oooh.), and lex plays the guitar at various pubs. he earns good man. gave my number to lex, and he's supposed to text me. later go out again? haha.
haiyah. dunno what to type le. tired. it’s 6.17am now. good night.
good morning! just woke up. that one last night type de. lazy to come online, so just haul the laptop to my bed and started typing. have a nice day!
Thursday, September 01, 2005
我是superman!
my work schedule is horny.
monday: 10.00am(opening)-11.00pm(closing)
tuesday: 1.00pm - 11.00pm(closing)
wednesday: 10.00am(opening)-11.00pm(closing)
thursday: 10.30am(starhub)-9.00pm(approximately)
friday: 10.30am(starhub)-9.00pm(approximately)
saturday: 10.30am(starhub)-9.00pm(approximately)
sunday: 10.30am(starhub)-9.00pm(approximately)
monday: fullshift(vietlang)
tuesday: morningshift(vietlang), briefing(anti-drug?)
wednesday: fullshift(vietlang)
thursday: anti-drug work stuffs.
friday: fullshift(vietlang)
saturday: fullshift(vietlang)
sunday: fullshift(vietlang close), celebrate.
so now, you know where to find me in the coming week.
can you spell f-u-c-k-i-n-g-t-i-r-e-d?
monday: 10.00am(opening)-11.00pm(closing)
tuesday: 1.00pm - 11.00pm(closing)
wednesday: 10.00am(opening)-11.00pm(closing)
thursday: 10.30am(starhub)-9.00pm(approximately)
friday: 10.30am(starhub)-9.00pm(approximately)
saturday: 10.30am(starhub)-9.00pm(approximately)
sunday: 10.30am(starhub)-9.00pm(approximately)
monday: fullshift(vietlang)
tuesday: morningshift(vietlang), briefing(anti-drug?)
wednesday: fullshift(vietlang)
thursday: anti-drug work stuffs.
friday: fullshift(vietlang)
saturday: fullshift(vietlang)
sunday: fullshift(vietlang close), celebrate.
so now, you know where to find me in the coming week.
can you spell f-u-c-k-i-n-g-t-i-r-e-d?
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