the tubby tank

sometimes...

2007-05-05T06:01:00.000+08:00

Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I can forget that I'm a brother and a son, where I'm not an officer or a student, where I forget I'm a chairperson and a friend. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I am liberated from the curse of responsibility, and I live my life for me and only me.

Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where love has no meaning, where I can leave my loved ones behind and forget about the pain, where I do not bear the burden of anyone's pain but my own. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I do not need to worry about anything other than my own problems in my own time, where I do not have to care about what anyone else is going through.

Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I have no heart and cannot feel compassion, where I have no brain and cannot think. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where there are no dreams, there is no future, where a single moment stretches on forever.

Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where I can smile and believe in my smile, where a smile isn't just a mask I put on to hide the tears festering beneath, where I can laugh and forget of the torment I'm going through. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where pain is only external, where my skin can bleed but my heart never can.

Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where garish nightmares of death and depression do not haunt me, where death does not take its time picking its victims. Sometimes all I want to do is run, to a place where worry does not exist, to a place where I can finally be free.

Sometimes... Sometimes... all I want to do is run...

But where do I go now?

what should i do now?

2007-04-13T02:33:00.000+08:00

Hmmm... how do I start this?

the new blockhead for my block just got elected. I might not be absolutely for the idea, but what the hell, the 2 of them will have my complete support. And today i just realised what a proud bastard I am. And how much I absolutely thrive to be in leadership positions. haha. But... as promised, i let the block decide and they decided it wasn't me.

The biggest regret since coming to uni was probably getting attached. But right up there with that was not getting into the block comm last year. Things may have been different just now if i was. And being head of SHAM radio, should i really consider that a regret? no, definitely not. In my dreams SHAM powers the hall. Everyone comes looking for me next sem cos SHAM is such a powerhouse, and everyone wants SHAM to help them with something or the other cos SHAM is so damn good. That's how I see SHAM, that's what i'll do for it.

Such dreams of grandeur I have.

Honestly, I wanted the post because I want to experience civilian leadership, and for my own reasons that I do not want to mention here. Military leadership i've tried and i've proven to myself. My ranking in OCS was 12th out of 80. The platoon I took charge of after I commissioned was best platoon from the 2 companies, totalling 8 platoons. And the worst thing about it was that I COULDN'T be there to receive the award. Fuck. My damn replacement got it, and he was a lump of shit who took over 2 weeks before they named the award.

Actually, havent I already experienced civilian leadership? House Captain, head of that fountain project (which the school allowed to go to waste), AB Camp instructor, Pre-U seminar presenter and controller of the defence line in the soccer team. But that was kids stuff, things adults would trust to kids once they feel the kids are worthy of trust.

Hmmm... I sound like a power-hungry tyrant. But am i? hard to tell really.

So... what am i going to do to satisfy my craving for power?

join the JCRC? :p

truths and lies

2007-04-05T07:45:00.000+08:00

sometimes I wonder, how easy it is to lie. All i have to do is put on a straight face, look like i'm telling the truth, and the lie will pass. Then I wonder, why bother hiding the truth? Then I wonder again, why bother telling it? I've had enough lies told to me, maybe it's time i delved into my own world of lies. Yet i wonder, what would have come of it if the truth was told, and the lie hidden?

how many lies must i tell before you discover the truth in my lie?

going... gone... going... gone

2007-03-28T05:31:00.002+08:00

Oh man, I've come to the conclusion that I've been in engineering too long. The standard of the english I use is seriously dropping. Once upon a time I could write an essay without EVER stopping to think of which word to use. Nowadays, I gotta check the dictionary every now and then. Shit. I need to stop talking maths and re-migrate (is there even such a word? damn, told you my language prowess is dropping) into the mainstream language, ENGLISH.

I know my grades for A levels, a meagre C6, is hardly testimony to my command of the language. My fluency in English was something I used to be pretty proud of, and now it's failing me too. Soon I'll be just another bumbling fat idiot who cant speak nor write in a language most people can understand. DAMN. My literary powers are going... and I cant stop it.

On an unrelated note, I CANT DOWNLOAD PRISON BREAK AND HEROES ANYMORE!!! dammit! Where have my favaorite shows gone? I hate copyright laws.

On another completely unrelated note, hall events are kinda getting on my nerve at this point in time. I mean, exams are in... 4 weeks time? yet I still have to run around participating in hall stuff? Honestly, I cant wait for the day my comm closes so I don't have to keep getting calls from the other heads about things I dont wanna help them with. The meetings with my number 2, the other activities I have to go to, the politics, the bullshit. I just want to run away from it now. But... Do I really want a break from it all? Hard to tell really, I kinda like it. haha. I don't even know what the hell I'm saying. I love it but I want some time off? sounds like I'm in a relationship with what I do. haha. I guess you could say my love for hall is going somewhat? hmmm... not really true... Whatever, I think you get the point.

On yet another completely unrelated note, I'm starting to feel something for this girl, but I don't wanna do anything about it cos I'm afraid I might be on rebound, and I dont want to do that to her. Plus, she could turn out to be exactly like how my ex was to me, i.e. a bitch. I am damn scared of commitment now, it's like the only phobia I have. Ironic huh? You could strap me to the base of an aeroplane, lock me up in a dark haunted room and I wouldn't flinch one bit, but introduce me to someone I could grow to like and I'ld shy away. haha. pathetic. My faith in love is gone... and it's not coming back anytime soon.

Maybe it's not the what, it's the who

what i've been up to again...

2007-03-16T06:44:00.000+08:00

ok, i've been MIA for a week or so, but this little post sums up what i've been doing. :)

1. i got tattoed last Friday! it's roughly the size of a A5 sheet, i'm lazy to upload the pics now but the thing was chronicled by two of my friends. If you so desperately wanna see what it looks like, you can check it out on my block blog, www.deeblockers.com.

2. I found out my ex got attached to ANOTHER guy. Glorious. Yet i still cant tell myself that I don't love her. dammit.

3. I acted as a corpse in Sheares Production 2007, Communicating Doors. All I had to do was lie down in a trolley and flash my leg over the side. Haha. But... it was not as easy as I thought because each time I shifted in th trolley I'ld have to grind my raw tattoo on the cold metal of the base. Damn freaking pain. Pretty fun interacting with the Production Team though.

4. Ok, this is the most interesting. I went for supper with some of my hallmates, and I met a friend there, who was having supper with her own group of friends. The first thing my friend said to me was, "Hey Dean!!! my friend here thinks you're CCCUUUUUTTTTEEEEE!!!!!!!!!". haha. interesting. BUT... it didn't stop there, later on msn my friend told me what her friend told her. It was something along the lines of, "I think he's so cute! If he was attached to me life would be perfect." ok... this is actually pretty scary. And it gets worse, my friend told me she lovingly calls me 'Lincoln', because I look like that character in Prison Break. PLUS, it didn't stop there. This girl apparently told a few other friends that she's WAY into me, and since then the other friends have been knocking on my door telling me there's someone out there is interested in me. haha. interesting place this world we live in is.

Anyway, I'm flattered and all but I'm not going to do anything about it, because i've lost my faith in love. And I'm not really ready for another relationship yet. I may not be an absolute goody two shoes, but i am not a man-slut who hops from girl to gril once I'm single. and sweetie, if you somehow read this, please use more subtle ways to get me interested in you. :)

5. SHAM radio started again, and as the head of the damn thing i'm freaking busy. put that together with schoolwork and projects I have practically ZERO time. I've been seeing my second in command almost every freaking day and HONESTLY i'm starting to get sick of seeing her for SHAM stuff. Oh yeah, speaking of which, we had to do this publicity thing for SHAM, and we employed the services of this designer in our hall, and honestly he's making me rethink my sexual orientation. His designs are SO DAMN GOOD i think i'm falling in love with him. Seriously people, his designs are freaking amazing. This made my second in command so jealous that she changed her MSN nick to "Mrs Sham Ditched. Dean's in love with pubs god. sigh." So, I'm officially gay now. haha.

Ok, that's crap, it's never going to happen.

And I found out the biggest problem with taking over Sham radio is not me, it's the person who i'm taking over from. I mean, not that i want to be a bitch, but it's true. Ok, he really has put in alot of effort into SHAM and built it up somewhat, but now that I've learned of the things he has done, I've come to realize that this guy is a master of stupid decisions. I think it's his forte or something. Those of you who know who i'm talking about will know i'm not wrong in saying what i say.

Anyway, basically it's up to me and my darling wife Mrs Sham to bring the thing up again (maybe with the help of the publicity God to cater to my gay side) and erase the mistakes of the past. But this radio thing is a good idea so i'm gonna make sure I see it through.

And to my avid fans of www.adventuresofboringman.blogspot.com, I have to apologize, I havent really had the time to write. I promise I'll put up at least 2 more episodes next week when I'm more free and not running my ass ragged. Thank you all for being fans anyway. :)

Basically, that's what's been happening. With taking over SHAM it's kinda like being commissioned, where a sudden duty and responsibility is thrown into my face. But the difference here is that I dont have a rank. Here, my minions are only OBLIGED to do what I ask of them and not REQUIRED to. If I could run the thing like how I run my platoon, efficiency is almost guaranteed. But I cant do it that way can i?

Nope.. Mrs Sham would kill me.

The Commander fears nothing but his wife.
- army quote

Sheares movie marathon!!!

2007-03-03T18:28:00.001+08:00

Yesterday i went for the sheares movie marathon that stretched from 10pm to 8am. 10 hours of sitting on my ass on the hard floor of the MPSH was enough to make my butt go numb, but it was well worth it. I skipped the first four hours to discuss SHAM with Caroline then to have some booze and fags on the rooftop with others, but i managed to catch the last 3 shows; the prestige, the exorcism of emily rose, and sex is zero.

The prestige was alright, but it made magic seem so simple to the point that it was ridiculous. And considering the fact that i have a brother who performs magic for kicks, i know it's not easy.

The exorcism of emily rose was great though, pretty interesting considering the fac that it's based on a true story. But nowhere near as scary as the original EXORCIST, which rocked.

Sex is zero was pretty cool too, probably the horniest show i've seen in a long time. Even though most of the sex scenes had absolutely nothing to do with the story of the show, the girls in the show were hot so no one was complaining. haha. and... the content of the show is something i can identify with pretty well. Basically what the show was about this guy who took this girl for a fling when the girl already had a guy who loved her like crazy. and yeah... the main line of the show was 'love is not a game'. sounds so familiar to me.

anyway, the sheares movie marathon ROCKED. :) cant wait for the next one next year!

UGH....

2007-03-01T17:06:00.000+08:00

today was a hell long day at school woke up at 9 for class all the way till 12, then lunch, lab from 2-5 and now... HOMEWORK... dammit...

and... it gets worse. Next week i have one term test, one term paper to submit (good thing it's 90% complete), one lab report to submit, 2 labs, and 3 assignments. Plus... i gotta co-ordinate stuff for SHAM, Sheares Production coming up, got a match to play on sun, and other miscellaneous hall stuff all over the place. I want free time!!! good thing i'm single now or i'ld be driving myself mad by now. :)

The only solace i can take in my busy schedule is that i'm gonna get my tattoo by the end of next week! whooo hoo!!!

However... there is a problem... i've come to realize those little entwined serpents on my back is gonna cost me quite abit... around $200-300. And considering the $7500 i have in 'liquidated funds' that are is yet to be returned to me, i'm pretty broke now. Damn... maybe i should shrink my tattoo to the size of a fingernail...

And yesterday, i looked at myself in the mirror and i saw something i havent seen for a few years. a VEIN was popping out of my bicep!!! now i've got the muscle underneath, i gotta get rid of the layers of fat above... dammit... 6 pack here i come!!!

and i don't mean beer

help!!!

2007-02-28T16:57:00.000+08:00

my new tagboard cant work. any goodly soul can tell me what i can do to get it fixed? Thanks!

and yet i worry when i am a forgotten entity

sad...

2007-02-27T12:21:00.000+08:00

not gonna happen today...

:( my tatoo artist got into an accident a few days back, and now he's in hospital with a broken collar. After all the hype i've built up in myself for the tatoo, fate has to intervene. Damn...

Anyway Jap, i hope you get better soon. :)

putting the devil in the daredevils...

2007-02-26T00:56:00.000+08:00

For the uninformed who do not know me, i stay in Block D of Sheares hall and the logo we go by is that of a daredevil.

There's nothing wrong with my block, in my opinion it's the best block around. BUT... the block is too damn PURE. not enough people booze or smoke etc. Currently when we have piss fests only about 5 people would turn up. NOT ENOUGH!

This is the plan...

I've come to the conclusion that the block doesnt drink because there's no badboy in a position to influence the block and maybe recruit more members into the side of alcohol. From now till the elections for the next block head, i'm gonna persuade all the underground devils to come out of hiding and vote for the planted badboy in the electorate next year. haha. The ultimate objective? put a badboy into the Block Committee. MUAHAHAHAHA.

Ok, not that i'm some crazy drunkard, but the thing is, we're in the freaking university here. We're not kids. I wouldn't expect those who don't smoke to start, but i do hope those who don't drink can, just a little, just for kicks. And it's not as if i'ld allow people to get so drunk they cant keep their heads up or their dinner in, but just enough to be just a little high. And it's not as if the guys here want to take advantage of the grils (hmmm... maybe some of the others do...), but even if they did, dear old me would stop them. I'm sure those amongst us who drink know what i mean, ALCOHOL IS A NECESSARY TOOL FOR ADULT FUN. Being too pure is BORING...

But... the problem is... there arent many badboys who would be willing to run for such a position. It's almost a consensus among Dee Underground (that's what the non-goodie-two-shoes in my block call ourselves, haha) that i should be the one to represent it next year. But i'm not so sure i want to, having such a pathetic academic score and other commitments too.

Who will put the bell on the cat?

poked!

2007-02-24T17:54:00.000+08:00

yoo hoo everybody! i'm gonna put this on my back, right between the blades, on tuesday of the coming week. I was supposed to do it a while ago but the person i was supposed to do it with abandoned me. Haha. Anyway, i'm gonna do it on tuesday, so you can try to stop me if you want. I'm not gonna tell you where i'm gonna do it so you cant anyway. :)

My tatoo!!!!

Think its a good idea? think its a bad idea? like it? don't like it?

honestly, it doesn't matter to me...

what are these things called?

2007-02-23T04:21:00.000+08:00

anyway, i was just surfing around when i got this off a friends blog. What are they called? memes? why on earth they're called that nobody will ever be able to answer. it's kinda long though, but i couldnt sleep so i just decided to do it... This meme was built for males though, females, don't read it. (but i bet you're all going to anyway so don't say i didn't warn you :p)

About Yourself
1. How old are you?
21

2. Marital Status?
Single

3. How many siblings do you have?
2 brothers, one invisible sister

4. Hobbies?
Ugh... the first part is irritatingly boring.

5. What do you do in your free time?
I think they asked this question to irritate the person answering because it's exactly the same as the one above...

6. Are you happy with your life?
i suppose?

7. What do you do for a living?
Havent really started LIVING but i'm an officer in the army once i graduate.

8. What is your greatest strength?
Tough one... i suppose it's that i care for others more than i care for myself.

9. What is your greatest weakness?
I care for others more than i care for myself.

10. What would you change about yourself, if you could only change one thing?
My greatest weakness? Like... DUH!!!!

Love

11. Do you believe in love?
Floundering, but yes.

12. Have you ever been in love?
Yes.

15. Do you think you understand love?
If anyone ever could, I would LOVE (pardon the pun) to know.

16. Does the person you love, know you love her?
Let's pretend she doesnt. :)

17. Describe love.
You'll have to discover that on your own.

18. Do you need to be loved?
To a certain degree, doesnt everyone?

19. What is love to you?
Uhmmm... isn't this the same as question 17? hello? meme people? repetitive questions to make up 10 for each category doesnt help anything.

20. Who was the last person you said that you loved?
My dad. some thing's you just have to say when you have the chance to say it.

Sex

21. Are you a virgin?
Whoa, right to the point... figure that out yourself eh?

22. Do you believe in free sex?
No.

23. Do you take flings?
Question 22 answers question 23...

24. Are you gay?
WHAT THE HELL?!?!? where on earth did this come from?!?!?!

25. Have you ever fantasized about sleeping with another man?
NO.

26. When was the last time you had sex?
Let's not mention dates to protect identities. :)

27. When you have sex, do you fantasize that it's someone else?
No. Hmmm... these meme people are smart, they set the questions in such a way that the questions after 21 answer it too...

30. Do you think of sex?
which MAN doesnt?

Vices

31. Are you addicted to anything?
Fags count? and i don't mean faggots.

32. Do you take drugs?
No.

33. Do you smoke?
Yes.

34. Do you drink?
Yes.

35. Do you womanize?
No.

36. Do you gamble?
No. from time to time for fun, but hardly.

37. If you had a naked woman, a heroin needle and a can of beer in front of you and you could only take one, which would you take?
The beer, the girl can have the heroin if it makes her feel better.

38. Have you been drunk?
yes, twice in my life. The first when i was 15, the next a few days back.

39. Have you tripped?
tripped and fell? what the hell?

40. Would you want to stop your vices?
If i saw a need to.

Misc

41. If you could go back in time, where would you go?
I'ld go back to the time i was happiest, when my mum didn't have cancer and my dad didn't have high blood pressure and my future was sparklingly bright. Or maybe i'ld go to the future, where i'm happily married and doting over my kids. :)

42. What would you change about yourself?
how much i trust people.

43. If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
The typical bimbo answer to this... WORLD PEACE.

44. If you could kill your greatest enemy, would you do it?
Hmmm... i don't have enemies.

45. Do you treat others the way you want to be treated?
I try my best, but it doesnt mean i get the treated the way i treat others. :(

46. Do you cheat?
At cards or at relationships? eitherway it's no.

47. Do you lie?
Don't you? although i try not to.

48. Do you sleep with the lights on?
No, i sleep with the heavies on. haha. so funny...

49. Have you ever punched someone else?
Yes. I am only human.

50. What is the worst thing you have ever done to someone else?
This is a real toughie... gotta rack my brain for the last unjustified thing that i did... hmmm... maybe i'm egoistical, but i cant think of anything even though i know i'm not a saint. haha.

maybe i am?

publicity!!!

2007-02-21T19:25:00.000+08:00

ok, i cant take this. I write and I write in www.adventuresfboringman.blogspot.com, but NOBODY checks it out. So to all you people out there who likes my style of writing, please visit this thing, and comment on it. I update the place at least once a week, and the current story is that of a horny old private investigator who's tagging a mega hot babe for her dad. Don't understand what i'm saying? then go check out the webbie and you'll find yourself enlightened. Whether you laugh or cry when you read it doesn't matter, just reflect your emotions so i'll know how to improve. :)

GO THERE

use every tool in your body

2007-02-21T18:03:00.000+08:00

dear all who happen to read this dump i call a blog. it is NOT a good idea to lay out a liter of chivas and 12 cans of beer in front of someone who just broke up. Through yesterday night and today morning, 4 of my friends came over to my hall to watch the Champions league game and to get ourselves piss-drunk. More than 8 triple shots and 3 cans of beer later, i found myeslf in one of two positions; wretching over the toilet bowl or sitting in my chair and drinking even more. Somehow, even with my limited thinking ability, i managed to put up a post all about my ex, but I've deleted that post because i felt that would seriously be disrespecting her, even though i cant remember what the hell i said in it. Cos the only respectable thing you can say when you're drunk is 'I AM DRUNK', and nothing else. :) I hope no one read it in the hour or so that it was up. doubt that many people come here anyway, considering the inactivity on my taggie. i hope she didn't read it, but i don't think she comes here anymore anyway either.

Anyway, prior to last night's episode i've been working out with weights and runs etc, my upper packs are actually starting to show a little. What's the moral of the story? if you need to lose weight, break up. And within days you're gonna start exercising again. haha.

my arms are aching and my head is spinning and my legs are crying out to get me off them. What can I do now? Apparently i have no choice but to do my lab report, because my body isn't capable of much else.

damn... now i'm out of boooze... anyone going overseas?

the power of love...

2007-02-20T00:59:00.000+08:00

Dad and mum just got back from Indonesia. Dad was happy as hell, looking as healthy as he has ever been. Mum was happy as hell, looking as healthy as she's ever been. They both looked so refreshed, it looked like they had just been on their first honeymoon, but they've been married 30 years now. Mum and Dad don't have to say it, but it is obvious to anyone who sits by and watches for long enough. My friends who come over find it so sweet that mum and dad are still so lovey dover at their age. Undoubtedly, this is the best example of true love i can ever find.

After seeing them the way they are, and going through what i've just recently been through, i told myself that i CANNOT lose my faith in love. That even if i have to encounter heartbreak and depression along the way on my journey to love's discovery, i cannot lose my faith in it. Mum and Dad have been through so much together. Race was one, neither my mum's nor dad's side appreciated the fact that they were marrying out. Religion another. Health is becoming a problem now. And yet, their love has overcome all obstacles and reached the state it is in now.

I can safely say it would be anybody's dream to be able to love like how my mum and dad love. they've been together 30 years, but even if they dont see each other for a day, they begin to miss the other's company. In the past month or so, i've been thinking to myself that love is a useless emotion, that eventually love would only lead to pain. But today, when i see my mum and dad that way, i realize that love is the most powerful thing a man can have. I realize that even if i encounter heartbreak, pain and depression again, it will all be worth it when i find the right girl. I may have been wrong about who was the right girl before, but i cannot stop searching now. Even now when my mum just pulled through cancer and my dad has blood pressure problems, their love is pulling them through.

And it is an amazing sight to behold.

Now that i think about it, you can have all the money in the world, you can have all the sex in the world, but if you cannot say "There is someone out there who truly loves me, who will stand by me to death, who accepts my every flaw and who I love too", then you can never consider your life a success. You cannot live until you have loved and been loved.

I guess I should thank you for the last part at least.

In the darkest of times, love will be your guiding light

something i forgot to mention...

2007-02-18T20:38:00.001+08:00

The old man Adrian told me last week, that he's gonna be leaving SHAM (that's my hall's amateur radio thing) and i'm gonna take over. hmmm... i kind of saw it coming anyway so it's no big deal. :)

And... about Fry. that's my youngest bro. He's a magician and he performs all kinds of weird tricks, the best being with cards but he's slowly diversifying into more visual magic. and now... finally...he's going to get a SHOW, on TV!!! whoo hoo! his producers just pushed his show to the MDA today, and they approved. It's going to be on Suria and it's gonna start screening in late June or early July. It's going to be a mix of English and Malay (hopefully his Malay can pull through though), but the main thing is, this is gonna boost his publicity a hell lot. He finally gets his big break. :)

Way to go Fry! i'm stinking proud of you. :)

something i forgot to mention...

2007-02-18T20:38:00.000+08:00

crazy poker card madness...

2007-02-18T01:43:00.000+08:00

I just got back from playing poker cards with my 2 bros downstairs. Honestly, it was mad. First of all, we started playing poker. Just the normal game. Fry was deprived of the booze cos he's underaged though, and me and Bman (that's my elder bro) had our fill. But Fry vowed never to start drinking so i guess he feels he's better off. But... i remember when i was a dear teenager like him i vowed never to start drinking or smoking, that i would never try drugs, that i would never think of a woman intimately till after marriage. Hmmm... the innocence of youth. Good thing i've never done the other thing i promised myself too; never engage in coitus with another man.

After poker, we went on to the dumber stuff. First up, Indian Poker, where we stick the cards on our heads and basically look like morons. Damn fun. The penalty for me and bman was booze, and the penalty for Fry was to drink a whole cup of water.

After Indian Poker, we moved on to In Between. For those who know how to play it, it's a high stakes game of luck and nothing else. So we gave out the chips again, and the penalty remained the same.

Next up; Spoons. This was the craziest of all. The first person to get four of a kind grabs a spoon on the table, and the other 2 have to sprint to another spoon placed 5 meters away. The one who doesnt end up with a spoon, drinks.

By the end of the games, Bman was totally wack and Fry's bladder was bursting out of his skin. I was... alright actually. Not a good sign, apparently i can drink too much. Worse still, i had to support Bman to bring him up the stairs, AND i had to clean up Fry's watery puke. Can you see the problem with a high alcohol tolerance level? you're always the one to clean up. And this time, i cannot implement the policy that i use on all my friends when they come over to get piss drunk (once you get drunk, you sleep on the porch) cos the person in question is my brother.

Anyway, it was a pretty good interaction session between myself and my two brothers, having had so little time to spend with them before.

And to those who read this, Happy Chinese New Year! I think that goes to everyone who reads my blog cos i dont think i have non-Chinese friends who come here. Anyway, to those who understand that non-Chinese people do NOT celebrate CNY even if they can speak the language fluently (DUH?), i hope you also understand that we do not get hong baos and would love a charitable donation. :)

gong xi fa cai, hong bao na lai

Aunt Agony anyone?

2007-02-16T15:28:00.000+08:00

i've been Aunt Agony to alot of people in the past few weeks. Adrian (ironic, considering he's 7 times my age), Hui Qing, Rodney, Jeannie etc. Apparently ALOT of people are having relationship problems during this period, and apparently i'm a good counsellor. haha. My dad's genes are in me. Or maybe it's my shit-ass LOW voice that people find soothing. :p Anyway, my room has semi-officially been converted into a counselling den, and my friends from all over the block come down to talk to me when they need a listening ear. Again, here's proof that i went into the wrong line of work cos my mouth moves better than my body does. damn... :p

And as i dish out advice to others, i reflect upon what's going on through my own mind. Then i realize it's easy to say but not so easy to do. It's so easy to tell someone else to move on, but the wounds inflicted on me are yet to heal, and they're only getting bigger and bigger with the way things are between us now.

She wont even talk to me as a friend, she ignores me and cuts me out of her life after bringing me into it. And i cannot understand why she's being so mean to me now. Maybe she wants me to hate her so that i'll move on myself. Maybe she wants me to hate her so she has a reason to move on.

But i cant seem to hate her. Hatred is a childish inclination.

Yeah, everybody's favaourite line when they become Aunt Agony themselves; "forget the past and look to the future". So easy to say, so difficult to do. Especially when I had already built a future on what i had in the past, and it was ripped from me with maximum pain.

Hey tubby, look on the bright side. A new future awaits me now. A future with more me in it.

I am my own Aunt Agony. :)

the past was full of roses and the present is full of thorns,
but from this garden of horrors my future will be reborn.
- tubby

discoveries...

2007-02-15T16:59:00.000+08:00

hmmm... i just learned something. Despite my dad's condition, my mum and dad are still going on a holiday tomorrow to Indonesia. Doesn't exactly seem like a good idea to me.

Maybe they just want to spend more time together now.

false alarm...

2007-02-15T12:20:00.000+08:00

yesterday night, Fry was hysterical when he called.

Here's the story. Mum got out of bed and called out to my dad, but my dad didn't reply. She shook him a little, and he didnt move. My mum flew into a panic, cos my dad's a very light sleeper. She woke my 2 bros up, and the smaller one gave me a call. Dad still didn't wake through all this, and given the past events, everybody was getting worried as hell. Then, finally, he woke up and asked, "what's happening?"

Yeah, it was just a false alarm. But I suppose it shows how worried we are. And this question has been on our minds since he collapsed last week. how many more times will he wake?

I suppose i can see the humour in such a situation. Where everybody's going mad and the person in question has no idea what's going on. But i can't bring myself to laugh at it.

It's not funny if it's happening to you

Butterfly Effect...

2007-02-12T23:52:00.000+08:00

ok, honestly, the sheares bazaar wasn't that hot. in fact i found it pretty bad. Everything is so plain and drab, there isn't much unique stuff that's on sale, there isn't that great food around. (good thing there's still the Milo van though).

Anyway, the only thing that actually made the place interesting was SHAM Radio. Cos we're taking dedications and shouting them out across the forum it actually livens up the place somewhat. and... we're the only committee to actually put in effort in making a banner and decorating our booth. (the decor ultimately collapsed but yeah, we were the only comm who had the effort showing.)

And... i just woke up from my first sleeep, albeit only 4 hours, in 36 hours. whoo hoo! here's what's been happening chronologically in the past 40 hours.

0800, Sunday - took my dad to the doc. Bman drived and i supported him. it's quite sad to see him like this...
1100, Sunday - brought dad back.
1130, Sunday - had the usual family lunch, at home this time cos dad isnt really that mobile.
1230, Sunday - sat down to do my assignment
1500, Sunday - Bman sent me down to Clementi
1600, Sunday - went shopping for the stuff i'ld need for the SHAM booth. Called Adrian to ask him what materials he'ld need for the booth. I got all the stuff i needed for the booth at quite a low price. (watch for repercussions) and i didn't get contact glue.
1730, Sunday - back in hall, sat down to do another assignment
2000, Sunday - started the construction of the booth
2001, Sunday - Adrian decided that if i can get all the stuff, i can handle the setup/whatever of the booth. He practically put me fully in charge of the booth. dammit... I hate the Butterfly Effect.
2300, Sunday - briefed the other Shammers on what's supposed to happen tmr and made advertisement recordings. some of the ads are actually good. and of course, dear old me wrote the scripts, with Kay Ping's help of course. :)
0000, Monday - completed my first assignment. I should be happy but i still have another assignement.
0300, Monday - completed my second assignment. i should be happy but i still have to construct the booth.
0400, Monday - continued construction of the booth with Caroline and the old man Adrian. Caroline managed to call me a slave driver in this time. I didnt know she was planning to get even later on. Butterfly effect Part 2.
0700, Monday - Construction completed! but we'ld still have to shift it to Forum. Actually looked pretty good before it fell over. should have bought the contact glue. Butterfly Effect at work again.
0800, Monday - went down to Forum to set up the booth. Learnt that Adrian can be a noisy pain in the ass with alot of bad ideas that dont work. Other than that, he's alright. :) It's the generation gap thing...
1100, Monday - completed construction of booth, hung around till it was my first shift at SHAM. Got cheated by Kylinn into buying a donation for a charity. She's so insistent its nerve-racking. Everywhere i turn i'd see her smiling at me and shoving a clipboard into my face. Maybe i dont mind cos she's quite cute. haha. :p
1200, Monday - FIRST SHIFT!!! did it with Jeannette. pretty fun shouting out dedications but sometimes pretty painful too. and yes, i actually got a response from the crowd. Maybe i went into the wrong line of work. My mouth moves better than my body does. haha.
1300, Monday - handed over to the hired deejay for an hour who thinks he's so hot. I actually think he tried to make a pass at me but for his own good i hope not. And... honestly, he wasn't that great a deejay too. Tris is better.
1400, Monday - Somehow i got posted to the waffle shop and sold waffles for an hour and a half with a guy who talked so much and heard so little. and the times that he didnt talk there was a dead silence. I could really feel the chemistry with him. Thanks Caroline for the sabotage. I'll never push you too hard again.
1600, Monday - SECOND SHIFT! with Ernnie this time. spewed out the usual nonsense and twisted Kaiwen's and Rodney's words enough so that it seemed like they shot themselves in the foot. I love my creative mind. :) I borrowed a pencil from QJ for people to write dedications on. This may seem insignificant, but there's always a butterfly effect.
1800, Monday - SHIFT OVER!!! and end of bazaar day 1 too, shacked as hell. I dragged my lifeless shell away from the place the moment i could pick my feet off the floor.
1830, Monday - I met Darrel for dinner at Fong Seng, he met a zombie.
1930, Monday - dinner ended and i headed back to my roo
1945, Monday - called home to check how dad is
2000, Monday - SLEEP, glorious sleep
0000, Tuesday - QJ had to give me a call to ask about his pencil. DAMN.

i've been busy as hell. and tired as hell. and irritated as hell cos i had to get a call to wake me up when all i want to do is sleep.

good thing my lecturer told us last week that he'ld cancel the lect today or i'ld be in there but my mind would wander to my nice comfy, bedbug-infested bed.

Adrian, let it be known that if i do not get points for SHAM, i will cut through your wrinkled old head, gouge your brain and keep your eyeballs as a souvenir to remind the rest of the old people in the world that this young man expects credit where credit is due. haha. I can imagine his stressed face now. :p

Yeah, that's the buttefly effect, how small and seemingly insignificant things can lead to a much much bigger repercussion.

Shit... here comes another day

valiance...

2007-02-09T21:02:00.000+08:00

today we lost to Eusoff at the IHG prelims. At least we remained fighting till the end. I am so damn proud to be a part of this team. :) we started as nothings, and now we're out. but not before making Temasek shake in their boots, and giving Eusoff a run for their money. We lost to Temasek on a completely unfair penalty, one that they absolutely didnt deserve. and today, we battled against a team with 7 of their 11 players in the IVP. oh... and kids, heres a tip, getting a boot in the face could get you injured... like the one i got today. :p

anyway. we're out of IHG, unfair, but at least we didn't fail ourselves. Way to go Team Sheares!

and Fry called just now to tell me about his O level results. At least i know my brother is safely going to the polytechnic now. way to go Fry!

hmmm... Fry just called again. not so good news this time... my dad collapsed today because his blood pressure level suddenly shot up. Apparently he's stable now but i'm worried about him too. today of all days, today when i've already suffered enough misery to this point, and now this. hai... it feels like everything is going the way i dont want it to... havent i been treated unfairly enough by the world already?

i hope you're alright dad.

nomenclature...

2007-02-04T14:42:00.000+08:00

today i went for a soccer match. Nothing special about the match other than the fact that I got kne-ed in the eye as i was rushing back and my goalkeeper was rushing out. I felt the full impact, and i had to lie down for a minute as the concussion wore off. Plus, now i have a bruised eye to make sure i wont forget not to be so brave next time. Wonderful.

Then we went to Ginza for lunch, nothing special again. Then i saw this crowd gathering around a chair, so i went to take a closer look. There, under the chair was a puppy the size of my 2 fists put together, i'm serious, it was that small. And.. i wasn't thinking about the puppy, i was thinking about who would have loved to see it. That puppy was one of the cutest i've ever seen, and it was SO TINY!!! and when i stuck out my hand it came over to lick it and nibble on my hand. It was still toothing so it didn't hurt. It was actually quite heartwarming that the puppy would come over to me and ignore the rest. But when i thought about it, the puppy probably just came cos my hands are chunkier and have more meat. Dammit, time to stop attracting meat eaters.

anyway, this is the puppy. DAMN CUTE!!!!

yeah, the pix suck but the puppy was damn bloody cute anyway.

anyway, on to the main topic of the day. Nomenclature... I wrote this article for my hall publications so i thought i'ld just put it up here. If there are Shearites reading this, too bad, you're gonna read it again soon.

I bring to you... an original piece entitled, "This is my name."

{

My name is Dean, Dean Amir Singh to be exact. And yes, it is spelt D-E-A-N.

For the past two years of my tertiary life, I’ve been looking for the one person who can actually tell a joke about my name that I’ve never heard before. I’ve heard it all. From friends (“Dean can you put me on your list?”), from family (“Son, you cant skip school, you’re the Dean.” and the irony of it is that she named me.), from superiors (“How can you have bad grades, you’re the Dean!) and even from the actual Dean’s office (“Sorry, what’s your name again? Dean? Then isn’t this your office then? HAHAHAHA”).

And I’ve heard a million more from all over the university.

“Dean, if you became a Dean, would you be Dean Dean?”

One of my friends told her other friends that she knew the Dean, and took up a dare to ask “The Dean” out. Then she gave me a call.

“Dean, you have to set a good example for your subordinates.”

Even my ex wasn’t spared. When she introduced herself to my blockmates, they had a lengthy discussion about getting to know her better so they could get onto my list.

Yes, I’ve heard it all.

Allow me to get this straight, Dean IS an actual name. Deans of the past have had their names written down in history. People like James Dean, Howard Dean, Dean Richmond. Somehow you never seemed to hear others telling lame jokes about their names.

But hey, look on the bright side. There are some advantages to having a joke told the moment you introduce yourself. My name is a wonderful icebreaker. And could you forget a person by this name? No. It is nearly impossible. Especially not when you’re schooling. Think about it, if you ever visited the REAL Dean, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from thinking of the one who had the audacity to call himself Dean.

}

:)

are you thinking of me?

i thought my blog could help

2007-01-29T03:20:00.000+08:00

my blog is written in a sarcastic humour that i thoroughly enjoy. i thought reading it would help, that i could laugh the pain away. i was wrong... it only serves as a reminder to the pain inside. it could help you though, if you're feeling down, go through my archives. you just might find the capability to smile and laugh again.

Last day at work!!!

2007-01-03T10:42:00.000+08:00

it's my last day at work today! hooray! I dont really know if i should be happy or sad...

Happy Things
No More WORK!!!
I'm going to be going back to hall.
I can spend more time with baby.
I can build the house for my pet mice Hammy and Lorrie.
I can start having fun again.

Yaaay!!! :)

Sad Things
Going back to Hall means going back to SCHOOL...
I can't have too much fun cos i gotta pull up my score like crazy...
More Aliens, more piss-me-off professors, more WORK...
More work = Less time to spend with baby, less time to build Hammy's and Lorrie's home.

Sobz... :(

So which should I be? Happy or sad? I choose to be happy cos there's no point being sad about shit that gets thrown your way cos the shits never gonna stop coming. Eat it... and enjoy it. :)

Que Sera Sera,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see
Que Sera Sera,
What will be will be.

miss weird

2006-12-18T20:39:00.000+08:00

dear all who happen to pop their head by to stare at this immobile platform through which I hurl words into the world, i have seriously got nothing to say. I'm sad... there's nothing to talk about. There are no weird people where i work other than this stall holder who never stops smiling. There are no weird people taking the bus on the way to work with me. There are no weird people standing in the shadows on my journeys home.

I miss school. NUS could be called Mars for the number of aliens there. Some perform tai chi in lecture theaters, some (i think they're human) who talk so fast you couldnt see his lips move, some are so arrogant its laughable. Where are the aliens? That's the problem with being a regular, there's no one around to make fun of other than a full colonel who doesnt zip his pants, but you cant make fun of him to his face or you'ld lose your job. hai... i long for the day I'll hear my lecturer who sounds like a toad being squeezed to death. I miss complaining about exams. The notalgia is killing me.

oh please, stop the lies

Apalling...

2006-12-14T18:19:00.000+08:00

I read this article in today's The Straits Times Urban, and I was deeply affected by it. I intend to let it be known that I do not support such judgments. Allow me to quote the entire article.

Celebrities with no real skills - namely reality-show stars - a a deeply self-adoring lot. A recent study of 200 celebrities by professors Drew Pinsky and Mark Young of the University of Southern California found the biggest narcissists to be from this category - think hotel heiress Paris Hilton and sidekick Nicole Ritchie in The Simple Life.

So it perhaps comes as no surprise that a certain local celebrity blogger and co-host of a new reality TV show share similar traits.

In a recent episode, she went on a blind date with a man whom one may justifiably say is not most girl's idea of a dream guy.

You wonder why she agreed to such a set up. Perhaps she sees the show as a new outlet to flaunt her eyelash extensions and loud personality?

Watching her on-screen antics almost made moi - in the oft-used words of the ink slinger herself - vomit blood.

All the times she waxes philosophical about a woman's right to "enhanced beauty" on her blog are - I now realise - but spirited defences of her attempt to set right her own self-admitted imperfections. Yes, many people - moi included - are insecure about their looks. Nothine wrong there.

But to purposely plant onself next to an average-looker (in the TV show) so as to appear that much prettier is an indictment of a lack of confidence and consideration.

"Narcissism is not about self-love," Pinsky told The New York Times. "It's a clinical trait that belies a deep sense of emptiness, low self-esteem, emotional detachment, self-loathing, extreme problems with intimacy."

Miss Blogger might want to learn a thing or two about self-worth.

I am brutally offended... is the writer saying that bitch is more attractive than that guy she was set up with? No chance...

STFU you narcissistic bitch

keeping this thing alive.

2006-12-14T14:23:00.000+08:00

ok, i need to keep this thing alive. I'll list out what's happened to me since the exams ended.

1. the exams ended!!!
2. Caroline's/Gilyn's birthday thing.
3. MY OWN BIRTHDAY!!! I got lotsa cool stuff. I'll show you guys the pix once I have access to my camera phone again. Baby gave me a bag with my name infused into the design, damn freaking nice. MMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Ok, i shall stop being soppy and melodramatic on my blog or i'll soon become like someone else I know.
4. I experienced my first day in camp talking to a full colonel and trying to stop myself from exploding with laughter cos the whole time he was talking to us his pants were unzipped and he was commenting that it's very cold.
5. I discovered the Sims.
6. out of shear boredom, i started a new webby to compile short stories. click here
if you wanna check it out. leave a comment please. and start from the first episode.
7. I got bored of the Sims.
8. I started running again.

What else have i accomplished in this week or so? I am proud to inform everyone who reads this blog, that I, Dean Amir Singh, has accomplished... absolutely NOTHING. but, who cares, its the holidays.

live, damn you, LIVE!!!!

breaking the silence...

2006-11-29T06:34:00.000+08:00

whoa... this blog has been queit so long i think i can hear the earthworms crawling over the rotten corpse of this place i once called a blog. i think i should do something about it... i THINK i should (note the emphasis on the word 'think'). To all the AVID readers of my blog, i apologise, i've been busy trying to fail with style. For the more fortunate among us who didnt get dumped into the shithole of engineering faculty NUS, you wont understand that in engineering, its not about passing, its about how well you fail.

Despite the obvious detriment this would bring to the morale and psyche of a normal human being, my lecturer's insist that engineers are ingenious (notice the pun, i find it hilarious that people can tell this as a joke. haha, so funny...) and that we are superhuman and that we can do anything. hmmm... maybe they're right, because my last three attempts at suicide failed. Must have gotten my calculations wrong or something.

Anyway, for those who didnt know, i'm going thru the exams now. I am enjoying myself so much that i'm considering the possibility of taking them again next sem (for the intellectually challenged whose brain processes function as fast as a Ferrarri without an engine, it means i think i'm gonna flunk it). I promise i'll revive the tubbytank once time permits. but till then... lets hope i get my calculations right this time.

Earthworms... here i come!

pardon the sarcasm. I havent been in the best of moods these days...

what i've been up to

2006-09-30T12:13:00.000+08:00

ok, to all of you avid readers of my blog, i apologize for the long gap in between blog entries. Anyway, that long gap is caused by... mugging mugging and more mugging. whoo hoo. and... another thing i've been doing is making an audio webcast, which was actually REAL fun to do. our main job in describing everthing that's going on: talk crap about it. haha. it was really damn fun, and the final product is quite cool too. I kinda felt like glenn ong and rod montero making a show cos its just me and my buddy crapping about everything. go check it out if you can spare the time! The main target audience would be residents of sheares hall (of course) but any1 else can tune in as well. :) my shows called "animal farm". you'll understand why when you listen to it.

click

HERE

Damn low...

2006-09-21T20:37:00.000+08:00

I havent seen baby in 5 days and i'm going crazy. yes, call me a soppy piece of shit. I miss her voice, i miss her laughter, i miss her smile, i miss her whining that i'm too fat, i miss her. :( i'm feeling damn damn damn damn damn damn damn low now. Not even marijuana's gonna work. i need that other drug, the one that comes from inside, the called love. baby, PLEASE call me. i miss you. :(

Pass over the Maryjane

2006-09-20T20:50:00.000+08:00

I feel groggy, my head is throbbing, i feel like puking, my eyes are watery. and the worst thing is... i'm not drunk...

here's the shit that got flung in my direction today in school (just 3 hours but enough dung to last a lifetime):

1. i went for one of my tutorials and that fat alien tutor (the darker kind of alien) didnt come.

2. In my lecture, the prof announced that the module that we all previously thought was open-book actually isnt. That means... extra memory work, no examples during the exam, no life for the remaining two months till the exams. and... he gave out a classic quote, one that definitely cheered all the students up, "don't worry! there's alot to study!". wow... thanks prof, that really made my day. Now i'm so happy because i've got alot to study. yaay.

3. In my other tutorial, i couldnt understand what the hell my other alien tutor (from the motherland) was talking about. It wasn't just because of his alien lingo that most of us cant understand anyway, it was his alien language combined with the engineer's language that dumfounded me. for your info, engineers are so high class they dont speak in Engliish, they speak in a different kind of language called MATHEMATICS. Apparently, i'm better suited to speaking English.

I'm feeling damn stressed now. Help! I doubt nicotine would be enough to do the job. I think i need something stronger. Glue? Too Cheap. Cannabis? Too raw. Heroin? WAY too expensive. no... i think i'll settle for marijuana. Somebody pass over the Maryjane.

Dont be afraid of your exams, the worst that can happen is that it'll ruin your life.

Graciousness...

2006-09-18T14:06:00.000+08:00

Graciousness is...

- giving up your seat to those who need them more than you do.

- NOT booking a seat at the food court with tissue paper or other forms of trash like so many of the working class ppl do.

- HIDING your BUTTCRACK if you are REALLLLLY fat and ugly...

Me and some of my pals were at Fish and Co (Bugis Jxn) the other day when my friend looked over his left shoulder then immediately began to douse his eyes with pepper. As i watched him wriggling in pain i noticed something weird about him, he wasn't crying, he was laughing, with sheer glee and relief. It was scary to see a dear friend of mine smiling as his eyes burned. I sat there wondering what could have caused a person to inflict such pain on himself. I was amazed to find that he thought the pepper in his eyes wasn't nearly as painful as the pain that was previously dealt to him by that as yet unseen entity. Gathering up all my courage, i faced my fears... and turned my head...

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! I immediately understood why my friend decided to marinate his eyes. I couldnt help it... my hands flew to my eyes and i began to gouge them out. I had to do something to alleviate the visual agony that had befallen me. It was a cosmetic disaster, a nightmare i will never wake from, a strike to the very soul.

BUTTCRACK!!!

One of my friends, biting his lip to stop the pain to his eyes...

My other friends heard my cry of warning and dived beneath the tables, the waiters and waitresses scrambled for cover, the blind man in the corner smiled for the first time since that fateful accident that denied him his sight at the fact that his ailment spared him this pain. The weak hearted passed out, the entire place was thrown into chaos.

I call out to every man, woman and child of the world who has a buttcrack (yes, that includes you who thinks you are sexy and hot, in fact it includes EVERYONE 'cept my baby cos everyone else isn't sexy enough). HIDE YOUR BUTTCRACK. If the IMF doesnt come back to Singapore ever again it wont be becuase of the inflexibility that the Singapore government has on the matter of protests here (which i agree with by the way), but because of the abundance of buttcracks found here.

Buttcracks... God's secret weapon to every human being, the most dangerous part of the human body, a lethal weapon whose abilities lay undiscovered. In my bid to make Singapore a safer place, i implore all service and retail joints to arm their staff with duct tape (or you could just get the BUTTCRACK AVENGER), as a tool that might help in the war agianst buttcracks. If ever a customer walks in with his/her buttcrack showing, the staff would be trained to react, to subdue the obnoxious sight by taping it up with the buttcrack avenger before that weapon could deal its fatal blow on the public. This calls for great courage and dedication on the part of the service staff, but... it would be for the sake of everyone else who lies in close proximity to that weapon of Mass destruction. For example:

and... to all those who insist on flashing buttcracks, please, i implore of you, spare us the pain. Help Singapore become a truly gracious society.

Some secrets are best kept hidden,
Some nightmares will never go away.
Some hurts will never be forgotten,
That horror in my mind forever will stay.

the end of the tubby tank...

2006-09-12T01:38:00.000+08:00

Everone knows i'm so fat that if i slapped my belly the ripple effect would be equivalent to that of a tsunami. I had to perform an op on my bed to expend its width to accommadate my sizable girth. Everytime i sit down on a stone bench i see the center of the bench begin to bend. I'm starting to have problems fitting into my size 72 pants too. Damn...

But... today marks the end of the tubby tank. I just got back from a 5 click run and did 50 pushups and 200 crunches. From THIS DAY FORTH, i pledge i will run every night, lift weights every other night, and take a break on the remaining night (i know this sounds like a contradiction, that's because it is). No more posing as the michelin man, no more getting mistaken for a sumo wrestler, no more getting stuck in doorways.

The ultimate objective? To look like a gay (but not be one). I wanna make all the gays in the world shiver when i walk by only to get their hearts broken when they find me holding baby's hand.

Feel the Fat for the Last time

third world economy...

2006-09-10T03:01:00.000+08:00

How much does it take to power a third world economy? I was honestly quite surprised that there is a community within Singapore that actually does earn enough in a day to power a third world economy for 5 years: Newton Circus. Not that i'm exaggerating here, but the amount of profit Newton Circus generated by all the hawkers there could actually power a third world economy. The prices there are RIDICULOUS. Take my own order for example. I ordered a mutton chop and the hawker told me it would cost $6. I thought to myself that for that price i'ld be getting a whole goat, or at least half a goat, then garnished with caviar and abalone and sharks fin and maybe some escargot. What ended up on the disposable plate in front of me was the meat off the knuckles of the goat, garnished with one lump of mashed tomato and about 20 french fries. The plate was so small an ant would fall off if it tried to stand on the plate. Amazing... i didnt know Singaporeans would rip off other fellow Singaporeans so blatantly.

Another example of their mind boggling ability to overcharge; Baby's coach ordered a bowl of iced jelly. Allow me to break down the cost of a bowl of ice jelly for the purpose of discussion here.

the main component, ice : 2 cents
2nd ingredient, almond jelly : 20 cents (thats already giving ALOT extra)
3rd ingredient, longans: 5 cents
4th ingredient, sugar solution: 2 cents
disposable bowl: 1 cent
total cost price (not including cash they save on economies of scale) : 30 cents

price of 1 bowl of iced jelly at newton circus : $2.50!!!!

holy SHIT! that's almost a 1000% profit! And its not as if the dessert was very aesthetically pleasing either. For $2.50 you'ld expect your ice to come shaped like the eiffel tower, balanced on delicately cut pieces of almond jelly with a longan at the peak right? but.. This bowl of almond jelly looked exactly like any other bowl of almond jelly. RIP OFF...

And for the exorbitant prices they charge, the least they could do was to balance out the extra hole in the customers wallet by selling food that was actually tasty. The soup of the prawn mee baby had vaguely reminded me of the puke i was served at this Japanese restaurant in Clementi. The chicken wings i cook myself at barbecues have more meat and flavour then the chopsticks posing as chicken wings in newton.

BUT... i must say that there ARE actually SOME stalls in Newton that actually do serve quality products. Like the Orh Lua (oyster omellete), or the seafood (that i couldnt afford), or the higly recommended popiah (that i didnt get to try cos it was closed by the time i got there). The true Newtonians (i'm not talking aboutSir Isaac Newton's theories here) take the effort to lay quality food before their customers hungry mouths.

Tubby's advice: If ever you decide to go to Newton Circus, CHOOSE YOUR FOOD CAREFULLY. 90% of the stalls there are just riding on the success of the other stalls, and thrive on the customers belief that he/she would get quality food from Newton Circus. Do NOT fall for this. do your research, get the recommendations, then go there, enjoy the food, then spit at the other stalls for trying to rip you off before you leave.

my loves and hates.

2006-09-08T15:33:00.000+08:00

ok, this goes out to those of you who read my blog but dont know me too well. (especially those in blk D). :)

-i love it when the first voice i hear in the morning is that of my baby.
-i hate it when the first voice i hear in the morning is that of my lecturer that sounds like a toad being squeezed to death.

-i'ld love it if i woke up to the sight of a hearty breakfast laid before me.
-i'ld hate it if i woke up to the sight of a "recycled" hearty breakfast laid before me.

-i'ld love it if someone served me food with politeness.
-i'ld hate it if someone threw the food onto my plate.

-i'ld love it if you asked nicely for help.
-i'ld hate it if you ordered me around like a dog on a leash.

-i'ld love it if you got so drunk you puked and passed out. I'ld be laughing at that memory for the rest of my life.
-i'ld hate it if you got so drunk you puked and passed out... and couldnt pay the bill. You'ld be laughing at that memory the rest of your life.

-i'ld love it if my lecturer ran head first into the cupboard.
-i'ld hate it if my lecturer ran head first into the cupboard... only to emerge with a new textbook for us to study.

-i'ld love it if you praised me for what i did right.
-i'ld hate it if you called me stupid and insulted me for something i didnt do wrong, even if you were joking.

-i'ld love it if you bought me a bottle of whisky.
-i'ld hate it if you bought me a bottle of whisky... but filled it with piss.

-i'ld love it if engineering fac was burned to the ground.
-i'ld hate if if engineering fac was burned to the ground, and my profs were left out of the inferno.

-i'ld love it if the lecturer who decided on this 3 hour marathon lecture stops now.
-i'ld hate it if the lecturer who decided on this 3 hour marathon lecture stops now, only to declare a 5 hour make up marathon next week.

that's all... this 3 hour marathon lect is reallly killing me...

explanations...

2006-09-06T16:45:00.000+08:00

As i was taking a shower just now i was engaged in a very interesting conversation with one of my fellow blockmates (who was taking a dump). Amidst the nerve-wrecking sounds of his barrage on the bowl, he screamed out this question:"WHY THE HELL DID YOU SHAVE YOUR HEAD?!?!?!?" Completely shell-shocked by the bombardment and pinned down by the fear that he would turn his cannonade on me, i decided to provide him with an explanation. Trembling with the memory of his rectal blitzkrieg, i sit at my computer now typing this out.

1. it saves me money. I use about the same amout of shampoo now as i do toothpaste. I probably need about one bottle of shampoo to last me 6 months. AND... i cut my own hair, at home, so i dont have to fret over the money i put into the barber's hands.

2. It saves time. i dont have to stand in front of the mirror picking and picking at my hair and getting it into shape, cos the only way my hair COULD get out of shape is if a lorry runs over my head, and if that happens i wont be standing in front of the mirror anyway.

3. I'm streamlined. by shaving my head, if i volunteer as a human canonball, i would fly faster because of the reduced resistance caused by my lack of hair. This is the same reason why swimmers always wear a separate pair of swimming trunks on their heads: to reduce resistance.

4. I'm planning for the future. Looking at my family line, my dad is bald, 3 of my 4 uncles are bald. So... being bald now would only reduce the shock when i shed my own hair in the future. And balding is hereditary.

5. Its safer. I dont have to worry about tripping over my hair when i walk. nor do i have to worry about getting my hair burned in the jet exhaust during takeoff. or getting caught in the rotors of a chopper.

6. I dont need to get a toilet brush. My head now serves this purpose nicely.

After being provided with all these reasons as to why you should shave your head, i'm sure you are thinking, why don't i shave my own head too? yes, please do, join the legion of the bald. As Martin Luther King said, " I HAVE A DREAM, that black people, and white people, can sit side by side and bask in the baldness of the others head".

To the above mentioned deeblocker, please keep your artillery aimed away from me.

the bellows of your bowels echo in eternity...

could somebody spare me some oil?

2006-09-06T00:51:00.001+08:00

Look at what mugging has done to me....

i know my shirt says "i survived the night", but that is just something i wear to give myself strength (actually its from the Blacks Midnite 7s)

I was mugging just now when i discovered that i HATE STUDYING. there's a burning urge inside me to set my books on fire. And maybe while i'm at it throw in a few of my profs into the flames and watch them wriggle and writhe and scream like strangled toads (as i've mentioned before, one of them already talks like a strangled toad). wow... that would be a fantasy come true. Then while all my books are burning i pop a marshmallow on a stick and roast it over the flames of knowledge, and dance to the symphony of my profs screams. I know all of you are thinking, OMG THIS GUY IS A SADIST!!! but... before you say that, take out your own books, go online and look up pics of your own profs. what do you wanna do? I'm just putting into words what you dont wanna say. is there anyone out there who TRULY enjoys sitting in front of books all day long?

Actually... i take back my last line. Everynight whatever the time is when i look out my window i see this girl studying. It's as if she doesnt need to eat or sleep as long as she can get her books. probably if i ask her whats 2+2 she'll come up with logarithmic algebraic equations when she presents her answer. and it looks like engineering is stuffed with her brethren (yes, she IS one of the leaders of the invasion).

Anyway, back to what i was saying at the start. I am planning to do exactly what i have mentioned above in the weeks after i graduate. (ok, i'll try not to include my profs or i'll be charged with murder) BURNING BOOKS. What better sight is there than that? an inferno of algebra and probability and mechanics. burn books BURN!!!! then cooking a burger over the flames. whoo... shiok.

speaking of burgers... i'm hungry...

Singapore's diversity...

2006-09-04T01:21:00.000+08:00

Ok, everyone knows Singapore is a MEGA diverse place with all kinds of fashion sense/races/looks/etc. In my bid to help the poor forlorn tourist understand Singapore (and Singaporeans) better, i decided tto come up with a list of the different kinds of people in Singapore. To all tourists out there, read this if you wanan know what Singapore is about. but... then again... what are the chances that a random tourist would visit my blog on a random chance? close to zero... but this is for the tourists anyway. :)

The 1st Generation

Defining Characteristics
-Generally aged between 50 and 50,5000.
-Reeks with selfishness and inconsideration. Some literally run onto buses or trains and dive onto seats ahead of people who might need them more than they do, and later right in to the Straits Times Forum page to complain about the 'selfishness' of the younger generation.

Life Motto
- you dont matter

fave hangout
-consistently seen squatting on the seats of hawker centers with their slippers at their feet
- anywhere there is a queue

tips in dealing with their kind
ignorance is bliss...

The Slut

Defining Characteristics
-NORMALLY aged between 18-30 but there are a few special cases that are younger or older.
-typically dressed in 3cm long skirts and 3cm long tube tops, exposing as much thong or nipple as legally allowed.

Life Motto
-to sleep with that guy whose hand I am NOT holding
-Leave nothing to imagination

fave hangout
-Orchard Road

tips in dealing with their kind
-STAY AWAY, if you just wanna look, look at them from far.

The Poser

Defining Characteristics
- aged between 15-25
- typically dressed in baggy pants (with one side rolled up) and baggy shirts, for guys, and tubes, for girls.
- Hair cannot be black. Normally hair is ash brown or copper but some have green or purple or blue hair.
- SOMETIMES they carry skateboards

Life Motto
- I must act cool even if I'm not.

Fave hangouts
-Orchard Road

tips in dealing with their kind
-tell them that a really cool person would stand in the middle of the runway during a plane takeoff. As long as they think it's cool, they'ld do it.

The Happy Man

Defining Characteristics
-any age past puberty
-normally bulging with muscles and dressed in TIGHT tees and tight jeans
-sometimes exposes his pink thong, especially to other happy men.

Life Motto
-To get other men to look my way.

Fave Hangouts
-California Fitness gyms all over the island.
-Swimming pools (where they can see other topless happy men slick with water)

tips in dealing with their kind
- throw a cockroach in his direction

The Guitarist

Defining Characteristics
-Aged between 5-40(normally they grow up after 40)
-Dressed in jeans so tight ants caught in between the jeans and the leg would suffocate. Some wear WIDE framed plastic spectacles or goggles.. Some also wear trucker caps that dont fit and point in any direction, as long as its not straight forward.
-guys MUST be skinny, girls MUST be fat.
-Must make alot of noise(e.g. playing the guitar on the train and acting all rowdy).
-Normally hang out with other guitarists, and at least one member of the group MUST have a skateboard.

Life Motto
-I must attract aas much attention to myself as possible
-I must try my best to get into ITE.

Fave Hangouts
-YouthPark@Somerset
-The underpass linking Esplanade to Citilink.

tips in dealing with their kind
-Ask them what's 145+183. They'll be baffled by the fact that you used 3 digits at the same time.

The Potential Genius

Defining Characteristics
-aged between 7 to 70
-Normally skinny and pale.
-typically dressed with jeans pulled up to the nipples and secured by a belt, polo tee tucked into the underpants, new balance trainers or cheap leather moccassins to adorn the feet and a backpack pulled tight over the shoulders.

Life Motto
-Hide from the Light
-Books are the essence of Life

Fave Hangout
-PC cluster Engineering Faculty NUS
-Libraries

tips in dealing with their kind
-just throw them a book

The Sports Superstar

Defining Characteristics
-always dressed in bright colours of their favaourite sports (e.g. BIG lakers jersey and shorts and AND1 shoes or Man U/Arsenal jersey and the latest Adidas Street Soccer boots or NZ All Blacks jersey)
-has a belly so big his profile is larger than his front view.

Life Motto
-I can play my sport better than you can

Fave hangouts
-the benches around basketball courts/soccer/rugby pitches

how to deal with their kind
-challenge them to a game of their "favaorite sport"

The Alien

Defining Characteristics
-cannot speak Singlish, speaks English with a weird accent
-bad fashion sense
-Hardly ever seen without other aliens around

Life Motto
-I must bring more of my brethren over to conquer this tiny island

Fave Hangouts
-Engineering Faculty NUS

tips in dealing with their kind
-you're powerless to stop the invasion

The HOOOOOT babe

Defining Characteristics
-SOOOO hot guys go numb around her
-plays rugby
-Loves animals

Life Motto
-i must bite off part of my boyfriends arm

Fave Hangouts
-NUS
-Home

tips in dealing with her kind
-for the guys, Dont get too close, or you'll find a fat indian foot in your face.
-for the girls its ok. :)

wanna find out who she is? scroll down...

too bad guys, she's MINE!!!! :)

I got a new HANDPHONE!!!!

2006-09-03T23:11:00.000+08:00

in case you didnt realise it yet, I JUST GOT A NEW PHONE!!! Its the Samsung Z540, and its DAMN NICE!!!! haha. plus, this time i have a DAMN WARRANTY!!!! my prv phone i got from a friend then when it spiled i couldnt fix it cos i didnt have a warranty. KNS!!! NEVER EVER buy a phone if you dont get a warranty for it. MY PHONE ROCKS!!! actually its a copy of the Motorola V3 that actually works (cos the V3 doesnt). Initially i wanted to buy a V3X but the V3X is SOOO fat and ugly i decided to settle for this copy that works better. :) cant show you the pic cos my cam is down, but go check it out on the Samsung webby if you want. :)

the science of bussology...

2006-08-31T23:50:00.000+08:00

have you eveer waited for the bus for SOOO LOOONG that it felt as if you were waiting for the sky to fall? or that you were waiting for Christopher Columbus and Mel Gibson to lock lips right in front of you? According to this newly discoevered science of bussology, if the above has indeed happened to you, it only means one thing: that further down along the line, I'm waiting for the same bus that you're gonna be taking.

My luck with buses is truly AMAZING. Its as if one of my ancestors set fire to an innocent bus and now the predecessors of the above mentioned bus bear a grudge against me and have sworn to carry out the long lasting venedetta against me and my kind. Here's an exaample... today i wanted to take bus 200 to get back to my room. in the time that it took for my ONE bus to come, 2 bus 74s went past, 2 bus 105s went by, 2 95s went by, 3 106s went by and FIVE 111s went by. According to the time sheet, the buses leave the terminal at an interval of 20 mins, but... i waited there for 40 mins to get the bus. here's another example. To get from Fong Seng to my room, i can take SEVEN buses. Not too long ago, i waited for about 10 mins for any ONE of the SEVEN, but none came, so i decided to walk the 2 busstops distance to the stop outside my room. Just as i reached the stop i was supposed to get off (on foot) FOUR of the seven buses appeared, ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

I am so lucky with buses, i can almost predict to the exact moment when the bus will appear, exactly when the bus is JUST out of running ability. like when i'm crossing a 6 lane road. Or when i'm waiting for the green light to turn red so i can cross the road. Or when i'm in the middle of crossing an overhead bridge. Or i when i'm switching buses i get off the bus i'm on BEHIND the next one i'm supposed to take. Fantastic.

But... look on the bright side, at least now you know when you're gonna meet me. :) see you the next time you wait a long time for the bus!

new blogskin!!!!

2006-08-31T17:16:00.000+08:00

whoo hoo!!! did up a brand new blogskin on my brand new photoshop!!! ok, its got certain resident features, like the fat guy pinching his tummy on the left (this guys the epitome of this blogs motto, "feel the fat"). i dunno how it looks on IE or firefox, but it looks great on MAC. So... if there's a prob on IE or firefox, lemme know, i'll see what i can do about it. :)

like it? no?

then too bad

my fridge...

2006-08-31T00:50:00.000+08:00

today i had a delicious plate of rice with teriyaki chicken and puke on the side. why do i call this delectable dish puke? cos that's what it looks like. Ok, maybe it does actually mildly resemble cucumbers and some vegetables, but to my trained eye, it looks like the curd that's been eaten by a cow only to be regurgitated and eaten again. Look at those little brown things that accompany the main dish!!! looks like boogers. Look at the juice that's dripping off the cucumber (or whatever that thing is)!!! Kinda reminds me of bile. Remember kids, if it looks like puke, smells like puke and feels like puke, it probably is. this was from sumo house, supposedly the cheapest japanese restaurant in Singapore (katsudon for $2.90). Since they opearate on such a low budget, i suppose the puke is forgivable. Maybe they couldnt afford the vinegar needed to pickle vegetables so they used the hydrochloric acid and bile that is readily available in the chef's tummy to do the job. I'm sure by now you're wondering, what does puke in a dish look like? just scroll down. This little dish was so tantalizing, i decided i couldnt bear to eat it myself, so i left it there for the next customer (i think that was how it came to me in the first place).

WOW! looks so yummy! I'm sure all of you out there are thinking, "WHERE CAN I GET SUCH A LOVELY LOOKING DISH?!?!?!?!?" alright, if you insist, i'll tell you. Those of you in NUS are lucky because this aromatic pile of booger and bile is available RIGHT IN CLEMENTI!!! Its just beside the Kshop-in/NTUC/toilet. and don't worry, puke is always in ready supply, so dont worry, just head down anytime to get your own plate to tittilate your palates.

After that, me and baby went shopping and... this is the end result. (drumroll) my fridge!!!

ok, i'm not trying to show off my photoshop skill (which i must say is pretty darn AMAZING) but check out the goodies in my fridge!!! whoo hoo!!! i'll show all of you the goodies in the food section sometime soon. i'm gonna get fatter, if not... how can i maintain this blog right? :)

Midnite 7s!!!!

2006-08-28T22:55:00.000+08:00

just went for baby's midnite 7s thing over the weekend. it was damn fun! i'm not much of a fan of rugby but watching ppl crashing into each other was GREAT! Apparently its the first rugby event in ASIA to play rugby thru midnight too. cool. :)

and... there's a culture of sportsmanship in rugby that i find truly admirable. Like making a tunnel for the opponents to pass thru at the end of a game then the opponents doing it too. Take a look at rugby. It's actually in the rule book that "you must be violent to play" (Chap35, Sec 3, Line 2 of The Dean's rugby guide). Players slam each other on the ground, tear at each others shirts, punch each other, kick each other, slam chairs into each other, shoot each other with guns and grenades, and they STILL shake hands after the game and toast each other at the post event party. Real nice. :)

That brings me to my next point. the BEER. there's ALWAYS beer at a rugby event. it's as if ruggers get inspired when they think of the beers they're gonna down after the game. Why dont i get beer at my events? damn. I should introduce this to soccer...

Anyway, the midnite 7s was cool. My baby did a MEGA tackle that i felt damn proud of. :) (but she got a mega baluku for it too) GO BABY!!! muak. :)

Midnite 7s was a GREAT event even for a tubby non-rugger like me. to everyone out there, check it out next year!

guess what i bought today?

2006-08-25T23:33:00.001+08:00

Who can guess what i bought today?

nope i didnt buy a new pair of specs. ADOBE PHOTOSHOP!!!! oh man, it is DAMN easy to use. but... i gotta work on my phototaking skill, i cut off my brain in that pic.

searching for humanity...

2006-08-25T13:46:00.000+08:00

As most of you know, i'm stuck in engng. Today i found out, most of my engineering peers are actually... ALIENS. For example, there i was sitting on the benches in front of my LT waiting for the lect to start then this guy comes dancing in and does taichi right in front of me. He thinks his deceptiveness can fool me... i know what he's doing, he's no doing taichi, he's sending out signals to his alien spaceship. Then... there's this other guy, couldn't really pinpoint his race (alien camouflage isnt that great yet) who was talking to his computer. Yet again, i was too sharp, his computer is actually his superior and he's getting instructions from it. The language he was speaking in was pretty alien too. i looked a little longer, looking for the bluetooth or handphones but... there were none. he was REALLY TALKING TO HIS COMPUTER. i dont think its a universal problem, this only applies to engng. And its understandable, because when i look at my profs, then it dawns upon me, that now i know who the head aliens are...

I'm scared...

NEWS!!! this just in...

2006-08-24T14:48:00.000+08:00

We interrupt all regular blogging to inform everyone of this ground breaking news. This just in... my lecturer is crazy. Prof Lin lost his nuts during todays lecture and was absolutely delirious. During the lecture, Prof Lin told an extremely funny joke, and burst out laughing on his own, despite the fact that no1 in class was laughing. Is something wrong prof? His joke was, "if i live in the west and there's a fire on jurong island, the fire would engulf everything there." and he burst out laughing. When this reporter interviewed several members of the class, they mentioned their fright and awe to see the hysterics of their lecturer. "he's evil!" said one of the more religious students. "he's crazy!" said one of th more naive students. "What the fuck?!?!?" said the guy next to me. Everyone is in chaos after his last comment. The class is sending out a plea to anyone who can help understand the situation to please contact them.

who wants clothes?!?!?!

2006-08-23T22:01:00.000+08:00

dear everyone in singapore,

I WANNA BUY SOME STUFF FROM THE STATES!!! but.. shipping is madness. it more than doubles the price of the stuff i want to buy. BUT... if more of us buy together, shipping will be GREATLY reduced. So who wants stuff? the stuff here is kinda nice, they've got ALOT of stuff too. so... go take a look, if any1 wants, get back to me and i'll place mass orders. e-mail me at ajc_drnopantz@yahoo.com if you do (copy the link from the webby so i know what it is you want). Check it out !!!

check out the clearance section for cheaper stuffs. the more people who buy, the less the shipping charges are. so buy buy buy!!!!
Deadline: 15 september

?!?!??!?!?

2006-08-23T06:21:00.000+08:00

what just happened?!?!?!?

why so IRRITATING?!?!?!

2006-08-23T01:06:00.000+08:00

To all Seniors out there...
i KNOW you are facing this problem, especially those of you who stay in hall... i'm sure you are all wondering... WHY THE HELL ARE THE FRESHIES SO GODDAMNED IRRITATING?!?!?!?!? i have NO idea why, but all freshies, especially those who stay in hall, actually feel that they have to prove something. So... they come in with all their shit-assed ideas and try to make the hall a "better place" with their revolutionary new ideas and flare. all i have to say is... FUCK YOU and your ideas. I dont give a shit.

Another thing i've noticed, is that i can tell a freshie from a senior INSTANTLY. how can i do this? do i have some inate ability to detect freshies just by walking past them? no, its because i can detect a wayang king from 2 km away. and it seems to me... that a large majority of frreshies (not including the freshies i consider frriends though :)) talk with a SLANG!!! WTF?!?!?! wayang-ing has a slang nowadays, just ask freshies. :)

10 things i discovered today.

2006-08-17T10:27:00.000+08:00

1. I'm taking 5 modules. I have 5 lecturers.

a. One of them looks and talks like he's been squatting on the stools of the coffeeshop with his slippers placed at his feet his entire life.
b. One of them looks like a toad.
c. One of them sounds like a toad that's being squeezed to death. (if you dont know what that sounds like just come to my lecture)
d. One of them is actually comprehensible but looks like he just woke up.
e. One lecturer is OBVIOUSLY from Hainan since he mentioned that place at least 8 times within the hour, even though it's completely out of point. e.g. "hainanese chicken rice is not from Hainan", "In Hainan, on the mountaintop, the water flows from the top of the mountain to the bottom" (so i assumed water flows upwards in other places?) "In Hainan, we use air pressure to vacuum the floor" (remember, this is only applicable to Hainan)

2. I discovered why monotonous is another word for boring. Listening to the same tone for 1 hour could even be introduced as a capital punishment.

3. I discovered what a toad that's being squeezed to death sounds like (thanks to the above mentioned lecturer)

4. I discovered I have 4 hours of lectures on Thursdays, each hour for a different module i take.

5. I discovered that i dont find the butt crack of the guy 2 rows in front of me an enjoyable distraction from the monotonous lecturer that sounds like a toad being squeezed to death.

6. I discovered that my girlfriend's ex-classsmates don't even acknowledge me anymore even though i used to join their classes last sem.

7. I discovered that all my lecturer's (even the comprehensible one) conform to the i-must-speak-in-a-monotone rule.

8. I discovered there's a guy in my lecture who wears a pink jacket over a red top. I imagine he's wearing a tight pink and purple lacy thong and that he's taking next year off so he can go for his op.

9. I discovered (from my lecturer) that Singapore is located to the south of Malaysia and north of Indonesia and that its surrounded by water. I DID NOT know that...

10. I discovered that pudding and yoghurt make quite an interesting combination.

degrees of badness

2006-08-17T09:48:00.000+08:00

waking up at 8.30 am to meet a friend. = its ok
waking up at 8.30 am to meet a friend only to find your hp is spoilt = not that bad
waking up at 8.30 am to meet a friend only to find your hp is spoilt and he's late = getting bad
waking up at 8.30 am to meet a friend only to find your hp is spoilt and he's late or maybe even not coming = bad
waking up at 8.30 am to meet a friend only to find your hp is spoilt and he's late or maybe even not coming only at 9.45 am = real bad
waking up at 8.30 am to meet a friend only to find your hp is spoilt and he's late or maybe not even coming only at 9.45 am and that he sent you a msg to tell you he's not your friend anymore = GOOD, then you wouldn't have to wait for him again.

don't worry fl... i forgive you... :)

it's a sunny day

2006-08-16T14:23:00.000+08:00

yaay! tomororw has come! :) love you baby!

what can i do?

2006-08-15T16:41:00.000+08:00

I cant do anything without thinking of you.

When i listen to music, i think of the time when we were at our favaorite hang out, listening to Wake Me up When Spetember ends and analyzing if what Adik said was true.

When i sleep, i think of how painful it would be to wake and not find you by my side.

When i play games, i think of the time when you went to orisinal.com and played CATS, and kept shouting at the cats and telling them not to move.

When i eat the pudding in my fridge i remember that you are the one who introduced the pudding to me.

When i smoke i think about how you'ld whine and complain when i do.

When i sit at my laptop my screen saver shows your face, trying to act pissed while i make the goat face. Or me giving a fearsome roar while you cant be bothered with what i do.

When i blog, i think of the effort you put in in helping me set up my blog.

When i put on my shoes i think of how you were the boss at acrid and how you'ld reject the names that i came up with.

When i look the time watch i think of how the watch was supposed to be a show to the world of the love we had.

When the FUN song comes on i remember how we used to jump around singing that song together, even over the phone.

When i drink water i remember that you went to IKEA to buy the cups and other stuff with me.

When i clean my room i remember that i cleaned it because i wanted to impress you with my housemaking ability.

When i change my t-shirt i look at the empty space beside my own shirts and wish it was full.

When i cut i remember how much i didnt want you to cut before.

i dont know what to do anymore...

tomorrow's gonna be a sunny day

2006-08-15T03:43:00.000+08:00

Tomorrow will be a sunny day.
Tomorrow there will be no rain.
Tomorrow she will hold my hand.
Tomorrow she will kiss me again.

Tomorrow will be a sunny day.
Tomorrow will be filled with light.
Tomorrow she will smile at me.
Tomorrow she will hug me tight.

Will tomorrow ever come?
I want to go back to yesterday.

numb...

2006-08-15T02:31:00.000+08:00

Love me.
Hug me.
Hold me.
Cuddle me
Kiss me.

Help me with the pain within.

Hate me.
Burn me.
Bleed me.
Cut me.
Kill me.

Somebody.
Anybody.

Please...

Help me with the pain within.

gone to the zoo!!!!

2006-08-14T03:02:00.000+08:00

Ok, i know everyone out there was jealous when i posted up my pix of Bali, so now i'm gonna show you something you DONT have to be jealous about. THE ZOO!!! cos you can go down yourself too.

But... before i show you the zoo... I have to say that drinking teh peng before you sleep is a BAD idea cos you DONT SLEEP after drinking that (so does that make my sentence wrong). anyway, i went to drink teh peng at 2am, thinking that i'ld come back and sleep at about 3. Turns out... i went to drink teh peng at 2, and i slept at 7. And i woke up at 9... meaning i went to the zoo as a zombie. I looked so dead the attendant at the zoo tried to kill me just to see if i was alive. According to my research, tea has more CAFFEINE than COFFEE. so here's a tip: do NOT drink tea and expect to sleep!

on to the ZOO!!!

the zoo was GREAT! you'ld never expect staring at animals to be fun but i was pretty amazed by the way the zoo is done up! first of all, the zoo is VERY well organized. It's amazing that so many of their animals are not kept in cages at all, some not even in enclosures! and... those little plates with little bits of info are quite interesting too.
Next, the zoo has some animals that are SOOO endangered there are less than 200 of that kind of species left in THE WORLD (yes, i do mean the area beyond Singapore). How cool is that?!?!? but... our zoo is still SECOND best as compared to the San Diego Zoo. Probably because of the horrible names at certain places. Like GROWie, the giraffe that's adopted by GROW. and the Garden with a View, the garden that has a view. uhmmm.... I beg for some creativity here.

Anyway, the zoo rocks. check out the pix HERE

NEW BLOG SKIN!!!!

2006-08-11T00:10:00.000+08:00

FINALLY, i've got a respectable blogskin that doesnt take 75 million years to load or cause you Windowers coms to hang. I found the skin with the help of my baby, and i spent the WHOLE day modifying it and now it's not too bad. yaaay! :) and... i went to the zoo today!!! more on that later, when i get my cam back. so... keep checking!

we're going to the zoo!!!!

2006-08-10T02:53:00.000+08:00

Daddy's taking us to the zoo tomorrow,
Zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow.
Daddy's taking us to the zoo tomorrow,
And we can stay all day.
We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo;
How about you, you, you?
You can come too, too, too;
We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo.

pics of my Bali trip!

2006-08-07T03:56:00.000+08:00

ok, i know its been a LONG time since i went to bali, but HERE are the pix that we took there. :) you can get the same link from the links tab at the bottom too. enjoy!!!

Cant Sleep

2006-08-05T03:09:00.000+08:00

ok, it is SOOOOO blooodyyyyy HHHHHOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTT that i cant sleep. I feel like I'm going thru lipo cos i can feel all my fats melting away. Now my bed is stained with the melted blubber. Yuck.... I'll set a reminder to syphon the blubber away and put it in the fridge so that i'll get butter tmr. yummm... sounds tasty. :)

On to the non-sick section. Today me and my baby went to Tampines to buy Stuff for my room. I LOVE the place. When i settle down i'm gonna get a home there. First of all, the identical twin of the slippers i (already) bought at Clementi at $10 costs $5 there. and... the town center and the little off-center centers that come up are designed very well, they've got a great homely feel to it. you can get EVERYTHING you want there: diapers (for the baby), jewellery (for the lady), bras (for the tranny), FOOD (for the hungry, more on this later) and wateva the hell else you need, its there. I know most of you would be thinking... " who cares, most town centers have that anyway..." but what YOU don't know is that.. I DONT care what you think.

Plus, they have this SUPER pizza place where you can get a THREE FOOT long pizza slice (no shit!) from New York Pizza for only FOUR BUCKK$$$$!!!! and the pizza wasn't all that bad either. I woulkd have taken pics of that but i forgot to bring my cam so too bad.

For those of you gym buffs, the gym there is pretty great too (ok, the instructor DID look abit gay with his giant smile and tight fitting shirt and bulging muscles and tight butt etc). LOTS of space to work out and stare at tight butts in motion (for those of you gym buffs who only go to the gym to check that out) and more than enough equipment to work every single muscle in your body a few times over.

And... for those visionaries like me who look to the future, Tampines would be a pretty good place to settle down, probably right up there with Sengkang and Punggol (coming up real fast). More than enough facilities in Tampines for a family to settle down comfortably, well-maintained blocks, swimming pool complete with slides (for the kids, not for the tubby asses like me), good schools in the vicinity, good infrastructure: bus services, mrt etc. Overall, it's thus far my top pick. :)

Ok, I know I might sound like I'm trying to selll my flat in Tampines so that someone out there will buy it, but i'm not. I just like the place. I dont even stay anywhere near Tampines in case you wanna know. :)

The only prob with Tampines is that you'ld better hope your kid doesnt wanna go to university or hope that if he does he doesnt drive your car there...

random thoughts...

2006-08-03T14:58:00.000+08:00

I miss my baby even though I onli met her yesterday...

Hacks (the sweet) doesnt taste too good when it's covered in dust.

Just because penguins dont fly doesnt mean they're not birds. (applies to handicaps to humans, thought about this when this lady turned her blind eye onto a blind man when he got on the bus... bee-yatch...)

My Mooks jacket would look alot better if I didnt pay for it.

My laptop would be much more precious to me if a new model didnt come out cheaper. DAMMIT...

nobody loves me...

2006-08-02T17:00:00.000+08:00

ok, here's a plea to everyone who reads this blog. If you do read this blog, please tag or something!!!! sobz... nobody tags 'cept my baby. sobz... i feel so... abandoned... haha. GO TAG!!!

The fire has died...

2006-07-31T20:21:00.000+08:00

Dear friends,

In case you didnt know, i smoke like a chimney. I smoke so much I used to be called the Dragon when i was in Army, I smoke so much the train conductor thought the engine was misplaced when he walked into my cabin.

BUT... today... it is with great pride that i hereby declare... I QUIT!!!!

Over the past weekend i locked myself up in my hall with my baby and i forced the nicotine out of me. Honestly, i felt like shit (as i have before) but when i think about it, it's gonna be worth it. So... if you smoke and you wanna quit, lemme tell you it' not that tough, all you need is determination, LOTS of sweets, and a SUPER girlfriend. :) and... hopefully i never go back down that road again. thanks baby!

i've put out my fire at last. :)

and... if you havent deduced it yet.... i've got a room!!! whoo hoo!!! it's in sheares hall, NUS, and its kinda ulu-ated but i DONT GIVE A SHIT. Now i dont hafta take 1 and a half hours to get to school, i can wake up at 9 for a lesson at 930. FANTASTIC. here's previews of my room.

Here's the rules in my room for those of you who intend to come...

1. 1st drink is free (i've got wine, white or red, gonna get beer and whiskey) next drink is $5 (you could ASK for another drink but you'ld drink it on the mat outside my door...)

2. MY fridge is not for YOU... but i dont mind sharing some space inside.

3. You are welcome to decorate the graffiti corner (that's the brown paper behind the printer)

4. No eating on the bed, no shoes beyond the doormat.

5. Paris Hilton (or anyone who comes in singing her sickening song, "If you show me your love baby, i'll show you mi-iiii-nnnneeee) is BANNED.

6. Gays are welcome as long as you dont hit on me.

7. Other than that, have fun and dont pester me too much

the door's always open! :)

stupid me...

2006-07-27T11:51:00.000+08:00

hmmm... yesterday i was thinking... i've been an idiot all the time. love has been staring me in the face all this time yet I always feared that love would fail me. yesterday, i only found out that it's not gonna fail me, even if i fail to love. the only way love would fail me is if I fail to recognize that its not going to fail me. I know it sounds kinda confusing but i've realized that it's time i grew up, left my past behind and focus on the future ahead. For me. For us. For love.

facts of life

2006-07-24T09:26:00.000+08:00

Q: What do you call someone who's rich?
A: lucky

Q: What do you call someone who's rich and arrogant?
A: A lucky bastard

Q: What do you call someone who's rich, arrogant and beautiful?
A: A lucky bastard who spends his/her money on plastic surgery

Q: What do you call someone who's rich, arrogant, beautiful and mind numbingly stupid?
A: Paris Hilton.

Ah... the lovely Miss Paris Hilton. I'm sure most of you know what a black hole is right? a void that sucks in everything including light? Paris Hilton is one of the pioneer scientists that worked on the theory of a black hole. Proof of this lies in the fact that she not just carries one between her ears, she carries one more between her legs too.

Most people feel that Paris Hilton is so amazingly dumb she would mistake a fish for a cow, and... most people would find they are right. Here are some quotes i found on the net only that only go to prove you need an IQ of 0 to be smarter than Ms. Hilton.

"Wal-Mart? Do they like make walls there or something?" oh my... i'm not even American and i know what Wal Mart is. I wonder if she knows what the Hilton hotel is?

In this next quote, keep a look out for the irony of what she's saying. It's quite subtle.

"I'm totally normal. I think it's obnoxious when people demand limos or bodyguards. I eat at McDonald's or Taco Bell. My parents always taught us to be humble . We're not spoiled."

ah... so is the lovely Ms. Hilton saying she doesn't need this? check out the next series of quotes...

"I’m like an American princess."
"I've always had a great voice. You either have it or you dont. It's something you're born with. I'm a brand, a model, an artiste, an actress, a designer. I write books."
*GASP* did you get the irony of what she said? I must admit, it took me quite awhile to find it myself. amazing isnt it?

It is a wonder that such a person can be so talented. Model, singer (her song's number 1 too), fashion designer, porn star (oops) and author. Simply amazing. I mean, she has got so many fans out there to keep entertained (but on the last count her only fan was herself). her talents are simply boundless. The world would go to ruin if ever Paris Hilton decided to stop humbling herself with her humble praise. oh Paris, what would we ever do without you?

not changing course...

2006-07-19T11:41:00.000+08:00

ok, the army has just told me what the title is all about. I'm not allowed to change my course. :( hai... i'm stuck as being an engineer for the rest of my degree. this sucks. i dont even know if i can graduate where i am now. :( hai... at least i'll have my baby to take me thru the lousy years i'm gonna have in school. hai. i dont know what to do...

million things going through my mind now...

2006-07-15T18:13:00.000+08:00

i've been feeling kinda down lately. Quite a big part of it's cos my mum's got breast cancer, another big part of it is that i've just recovered from diarrhoea. whatever the case, i havent been feeling too good lately. all those sickening guests that always come over to see my mum ALWAYS stay till 7+, then we gotta have dinner late. Cant they just come for like 10 mins then get out? seriously, i've got a thing against ppl who stay too long, or people who sit beside me and stare at my computer screen as i'm doing my stuff (like my bro is doing now). cant they just leave us alone? probably another thing is that NUS has approved my request to change course, but... other powers might not allow me to make the switch. if that happens, i wouldnt know what to do. :(

New layout!!!

2006-07-04T00:47:00.000+08:00

oh man, check out this wonderful layout! haha. took 45 mins just to put pix at the side. fwah. html is not my thing.

GOING TO BALI!!!

2006-06-16T15:52:00.000+08:00

HULLO!!! i'm going to BALI!!!! WHOOO HOO!!!! no work, no stress, no nothing!!! whoo hooo!!!! any of you guys want anything you can send it to my email and HOPE that i read my mail cos you wont be able to contact me. haha. yes, i love being incontactable. :) *big smiles* c all of you when i get back! or maybe i wont c ALL of you but anyway... cya!!!!

WORLD CUP!!!!

2006-06-13T04:19:00.000+08:00

it's now 3 am in the morning, and i gotta wake up at 6 tmr for work. BUT... who cares? it's the WORLD CUP!!! whoo hoo!!! i'm currently watching the Italy vs Ghana match and its not too bad. FINALLY the Italians decided to give up their TIGHT nipple showing jerseys for something more normal, but honestly speaking, they dont look... ITALIAN without their gay jerseys. And the Ghanians are running like beheaded chickens around the field trying to get the ball from the Italians, and they aint doing a bad job of it too. WORLD CUP ROCKS!!!

i think the only people in the world who dont ilke it are the wives and girlfriends who have to put up with their husbands and boyfriends railings about the world cup. you guys know the history behind the world cup? i mean how it started? This greatly kept secret is finally gonna come out in the open. Here's the story behind it:

ok, once upon a time there was a short stumpy man by the name of Jules Rimet, who had a wife who always brought him shopping. One day, he was milling around the mall waiting for his wife to complete her painstaking procession thruogh the department store that she had already walked through at least seven million times, he came up with this brilliant idea on how to hit back at her. He knew the one thing his wife hated, was soccer, so... when he got home he got all his football buddies together (who he met at the mall) and they formed the Federation of Irritated by Frequent trips down the Aisle (FIFA). Together, FIFA came up with a trophy for men who constantly had to go down the aisle when they could have been playing soccer. FIFA, deciding to give credit to the pioneer of this idea, named the trophy the Jules Rimet trophy. Every 4 years, such men would gather at some location prefixed by FIFAand indulge in their one commmon passion, liberation from the shopping aisle. And that my friends, is how the FIFA World Cup, first started.

Interesting eh? bet you never knew this. Anyway, Italy just scored again from a wonderfully bad pass from a Ghanian defender. ok, match is about to end, i'm about to sleep. Goodnight!!! tune in next time for more History lessons on the FIFA World Cup. :)

Back again!!!

2006-06-10T03:01:00.000+08:00

Ok, i know its been a long time since i put up a post or anything but here i am again! today (actually it's yesterday) was a crazy busy day for me at work and out. First of all...

My biggest GROUSE for the day would come from an old man who had to stick his old bald head into my business. Ok, here's the thing. To cut a long story short, i had to conduct a run today morning, this guy couldnt find the water point so he started to make a big fuss about it. Then this old man, came back from his run bitching and raving about the run. the first thing that went through my mind is that the title that preceded his name was MISTER. the next thing that passed through my mind was that this guy probably didnt listen to the brief that was conducted prior to the run. I deduced from his racings that he wasnt listening to what the hell i had to say at the start So... i turned my back on raving piece of old shit and walked away. I dont take orders from CIVILIANS, especially not in a military complex. Honestly, if i was armed this old man would be complaining to other old men as he lay burning in hell. I honestly couldnt give a shti about what he had to say, i did my job. He may hold a position higher up than me, and he might think i dont respect authority, but in my opinion, there's a HUGE difference between respecting authority and letting authority trample all over you. stinking piece of shit old man...

But... as a major spirit lifter YESTERDAY WAS OUR FOURTH MONTH ANNIVESSARY!!! Then... i got a nice surprise from my lovely baby to remind me of how much of a retard i am, she made me a clip entitled, "MY BOYFRIEND IS A RETARD". haha. how sweet. :) ok, the title might not exactly be portraying me in a particular form of attention i like to seek but the clip shows how much F-U-N (you'll get the spelling when you see the clip) we have together. :) muak. Thanks for that baby! :)

lucky day...

2006-05-20T02:51:00.000+08:00

today... was a GREAT day... first of all, for the first time since i started going to MINDEF for my vacation attachment, the buses i had to take to get there came the moment i got to the busstop. FWAH. considering the number of times i saw the bus fly by as i was crossing the road to the busstop (not yet at the stoppie yet but ALMOST THERE), this could be considered a miracle.

then, i met rucy after work, which always makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world. :)

then... divine intervention... me and rucy were queing for tickets to Poseidon cos we thought tix to the Da Vinci Code would definitely be sold out (and they were) . then, some guy came down the line, asking people one by one, "want tickets to the da vinci code? it's showing now." there were some DUMBASSES with their brains up their butts probably, who were in the line before us but refused. then, he went down the line, and he asked us, i said OK (OF COURSE I WOULD!!!!) then he said it's showing now and he has spare tickets so he was giving away these tix FREE. WWWWHHHHOOOOO HHHOOOOOO!!!!! not only did the tickets come free, it turned out they came with popcorn, ALSO FREE!!! so... that means... $19 for our two tix, and $14 for the popcorn if we had paid for it, all for just saying OK!!!! Fwah, this has got to be the best day of my life. the cinema was full of execs and other yuppies (prob the company bought two tix for everyone and booked the cinema or something) but.... WHO GIVES A SHIT? me and my baby, got in FREE. haha. fantastic. :)

on the way back i told the cabby about my luck that day and he said i should buy the numbers 8887. anybody wanna give it a shot? :)

p.s. the show really is quite good despite what all the critics said so go catch it. critics only fight for that bit of printing place in the sunday paper so they can take their criticisms and shove it. better to read the book first though.

FIRST POST!!!!

2006-05-16T00:44:00.000+08:00

(for those of you not in the army, it might be interesting to note that the first post is the bugle call before breakfast) ok, educational nonsense aside, this is the FIRST POST!!! 22 years and 17 months in the making and my blog is FINALLY complete. i hereby unveil with great drama, the opening of tubbytanker.blogspot.com, the place where everyone is presented with the opinion of a slightly deranged homophobic. anyway, thanks baby for helping with the blog!