We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Friday, September 04, 2009
Moved!
Monday, August 31, 2009
My Weirdest Outing
Yesterday I had the weirdest outing ever.
My morning started with tuition at 11.30am. It was pretty unprepared because I was out the whole day and night on Saturday. Anyway, tuition ended at 1pm. So I went to Dhoby, was 10minutes late, and the only person who was there was Yap. ._.
Oh it was a Hecate outing, yep, the CSC orientation group. So we met the others later and then we got tickets to watch Bruno. Which is a fantastic show. You're totally advised to watch it if
1. you're Gabriel or
2. you're blind or
3. you're retarded AND blind or
4. you're my enemy
So, catch it before it's out of cinema.
Anyway, it makes perfect sense for us to watch Bruno... right? EXCEPT we had to pay for our tickets, which then makes us either Gabriel, blind, or retarded and blind. I think we were retarded. WHY DID WE WATCH BRUNO FOR OHMYGUANYINGMA HOLY SHINY GLOVES SAKE. Bruno's a show meant for extreme traumatizing of kids like us so we'll engage in activities out of the world later on (you'll see).
After 80minutes of pure horror, and 'what the fuck was that?' we left the cinema feeling truly traumatized. (It's R21 for a reason. Oh, I sneaked in by the way, if you're wondering.) Feeling really down and depressed, Ian and Karhian left the pack (of wolves Hecate haha!) to head home to heal their demolished souls. The rest of us (Steph, Russel, Yaokun, Yap and I) decided we needed something warm and happy to change our emo nemo views of the world.
So we headed to the youtiao/tauhuey place near the nice chicken rice along Selegie Road. Then we had youtiao/tauhuey and we felt a little happier because the world didn't feel like such a sad place to exist in afterall. But we couldn't help making reference to the holy B movie once in awhile. Which is really really disturbing to the max.
Time then was about 5.30pm and we were too full to have dinner. So we walked to Bugis where we decided we need to pray. So we went to the Chinese temple on Si Ma Lu to pray. NO I'M NOT KIDDING. I've pictures, except Steph hasn't uploaded them yet. The 5 of us really did go pray in the Chinese temple in a bid to make ourselves feel less sinful. So we lighted three joss sticks each and prayed to atone for our treacherous sin of watching Bruno.
In case you're wondering what Bruno is all about, like why will a movie depress us that much? I'm telling you, DON'T WONDER. Don't even think about the word Bruno because the word itself is poisonous. Alright alright, it's just gay porn. Bruno (main guy) is gay. Like super gay, real gay kind of gay. And it's not funny. Some parts are, but most of the parts are just wtf and makes you want to dig your eyeballs out to throw at the screen. On second thoughts, maybe not, I won't want my eyes so near him ewwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Alright, back to our outing. After going to pray at Si Ma Lu, we walked to Bras Basah Complex Popular where we started reading on a numerology book written by some weird woman. So we stayed there counting our life path numbers and it's stupid hilarious to the max because according to the book, I'm as humanitarian as Mother Theresa and Russel is a polygamist. HAHAHA. What's funnier is we stayed there reading the book for an hour. =0
And if the day wasn't weird enough, the 5 of us roamed to Arab Street. We wanted to have dinner at this place on Haji Lane but that place wasn't open. So we roamed and roamed till we found an affordable nice-looking place. Settled down and what! It's Middle Eastern food. LOLOL! Okayyyyyyy so we ordered... stuff. I can't remember the names, at all. And Russel's mint tea is so Colgate it's like they make juice out of toothpaste. Gross, I know. The food was actually okay (amazed!)and I found out Arabs aren't exactly indians. LOL.
Seriously, first traumatizing movie, first visit to temple in Si Ma Lu, WITH FRIENDS SOMEMORE, first middle eastern dinner, and to end the night, we visited the statues somewhere in that vicinity. Plato really looked like Jesus in the dark. Alright no offense, casual remark about the statues nia.
That's it. Beat that!
9:28:00 PM because I say so
My morning started with tuition at 11.30am. It was pretty unprepared because I was out the whole day and night on Saturday. Anyway, tuition ended at 1pm. So I went to Dhoby, was 10minutes late, and the only person who was there was Yap. ._.
Oh it was a Hecate outing, yep, the CSC orientation group. So we met the others later and then we got tickets to watch Bruno. Which is a fantastic show. You're totally advised to watch it if
1. you're Gabriel or
2. you're blind or
3. you're retarded AND blind or
4. you're my enemy
So, catch it before it's out of cinema.
Anyway, it makes perfect sense for us to watch Bruno... right? EXCEPT we had to pay for our tickets, which then makes us either Gabriel, blind, or retarded and blind. I think we were retarded. WHY DID WE WATCH BRUNO FOR OHMYGUANYINGMA HOLY SHINY GLOVES SAKE. Bruno's a show meant for extreme traumatizing of kids like us so we'll engage in activities out of the world later on (you'll see).
After 80minutes of pure horror, and 'what the fuck was that?' we left the cinema feeling truly traumatized. (It's R21 for a reason. Oh, I sneaked in by the way, if you're wondering.) Feeling really down and depressed, Ian and Karhian left the pack (of wolves Hecate haha!) to head home to heal their demolished souls. The rest of us (Steph, Russel, Yaokun, Yap and I) decided we needed something warm and happy to change our emo nemo views of the world.
So we headed to the youtiao/tauhuey place near the nice chicken rice along Selegie Road. Then we had youtiao/tauhuey and we felt a little happier because the world didn't feel like such a sad place to exist in afterall. But we couldn't help making reference to the holy B movie once in awhile. Which is really really disturbing to the max.
Time then was about 5.30pm and we were too full to have dinner. So we walked to Bugis where we decided we need to pray. So we went to the Chinese temple on Si Ma Lu to pray. NO I'M NOT KIDDING. I've pictures, except Steph hasn't uploaded them yet. The 5 of us really did go pray in the Chinese temple in a bid to make ourselves feel less sinful. So we lighted three joss sticks each and prayed to atone for our treacherous sin of watching Bruno.
In case you're wondering what Bruno is all about, like why will a movie depress us that much? I'm telling you, DON'T WONDER. Don't even think about the word Bruno because the word itself is poisonous. Alright alright, it's just gay porn. Bruno (main guy) is gay. Like super gay, real gay kind of gay. And it's not funny. Some parts are, but most of the parts are just wtf and makes you want to dig your eyeballs out to throw at the screen. On second thoughts, maybe not, I won't want my eyes so near him ewwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Alright, back to our outing. After going to pray at Si Ma Lu, we walked to Bras Basah Complex Popular where we started reading on a numerology book written by some weird woman. So we stayed there counting our life path numbers and it's stupid hilarious to the max because according to the book, I'm as humanitarian as Mother Theresa and Russel is a polygamist. HAHAHA. What's funnier is we stayed there reading the book for an hour. =0
And if the day wasn't weird enough, the 5 of us roamed to Arab Street. We wanted to have dinner at this place on Haji Lane but that place wasn't open. So we roamed and roamed till we found an affordable nice-looking place. Settled down and what! It's Middle Eastern food. LOLOL! Okayyyyyyy so we ordered... stuff. I can't remember the names, at all. And Russel's mint tea is so Colgate it's like they make juice out of toothpaste. Gross, I know. The food was actually okay (amazed!)and I found out Arabs aren't exactly indians. LOL.
Seriously, first traumatizing movie, first visit to temple in Si Ma Lu, WITH FRIENDS SOMEMORE, first middle eastern dinner, and to end the night, we visited the statues somewhere in that vicinity. Plato really looked like Jesus in the dark. Alright no offense, casual remark about the statues nia.
That's it. Beat that!
9:28:00 PM because I say so
Friday, August 28, 2009
Because Blogger Thrashed My Post
My entry disappeared. Blogger sucks like straws.
It wasn't a really long entry but long enough. So here are the key points:
1. Time is flying so fast I can't even finish this sente---
2. It's like Monday, Tuesd--- Friday liao. The days passed super fast.
3. School's been pretty alright, okay, snow problem!
4. I'm a Subway fan.
5. Subway should have some loyalty program, like you know, get 10 subs to get a Subway badge or something.
Uh huh uh huh!
10:17:00 PM because I say so
It wasn't a really long entry but long enough. So here are the key points:
1. Time is flying so fast I can't even finish this sente---
2. It's like Monday, Tuesd--- Friday liao. The days passed super fast.
3. School's been pretty alright, okay, snow problem!
4. I'm a Subway fan.
5. Subway should have some loyalty program, like you know, get 10 subs to get a Subway badge or something.
Uh huh uh huh!
10:17:00 PM because I say so
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Coldest Story Ever Told
It's getting late but I MUST blog about this because it's so blog-worthy and I'm afraid I'll forget to blog about it later.
The Worst Joke I've Ever Heard
Qn: What did the snowman say when the old lady thanked him for helping her cross the road?
Before I tell you the answer, let's analyse the question.
FIRSTLY, a snowman cannot help an old lady cross the road because 1. he doesn't have legs and 2. snowmen don't cross roads and 3. old ladies will scream when a snowman opens his mouth to offer his help. Alright, let's just all imagine that this is an imaginary scene where there are talking snowmen who can help old ladies cross roads, you know, like in Enid Blyton's stories. But still, the scenario doesn't make sense, does it.
SECONDLY, the question is so random. Why will the snowman be around when an old lady wants to cross the road. Where there's snowman, there should be snow. Where there's snow, there should be snow on roads. Where there is snow on roads, car shouldn't be able to drive on roads. Where there are no cars, old ladies can walk perfectly fine without being knocked over. Hence there shouldn't be any need to help old ladies cross roads.
THIRDLY, what's with this generalization that old ladies can't cross roads on their own? They can walk perfectly fine even if they're a little old. Whatever makes you think snowmen can cross roads better than old ladies do? AGEISM!
Alright, are you ready for the mighty answer?
Ans: Snow problem.
Get the joke? You know, like, no problem? Snow problem sounds a tinny weeny bit like no problem?
Alright, I leave you to recover from this traumatizing 'joke'. I'm sorry I've to inflict you this pain. I can't take it alone, got to share the burden.
PRISCILLA please tell me Linkin Park joke is funnier than this because Yap insists his Snow Problem joke is better. What the muddy marshmellows, ANYONE can tell this joke is some level 0.5 joke please. Tsktsktsktsk.
Alright, I'm done. Byebye!
11:16:00 PM because I say so
The Worst Joke I've Ever Heard
Qn: What did the snowman say when the old lady thanked him for helping her cross the road?
Before I tell you the answer, let's analyse the question.
FIRSTLY, a snowman cannot help an old lady cross the road because 1. he doesn't have legs and 2. snowmen don't cross roads and 3. old ladies will scream when a snowman opens his mouth to offer his help. Alright, let's just all imagine that this is an imaginary scene where there are talking snowmen who can help old ladies cross roads, you know, like in Enid Blyton's stories. But still, the scenario doesn't make sense, does it.
SECONDLY, the question is so random. Why will the snowman be around when an old lady wants to cross the road. Where there's snowman, there should be snow. Where there's snow, there should be snow on roads. Where there is snow on roads, car shouldn't be able to drive on roads. Where there are no cars, old ladies can walk perfectly fine without being knocked over. Hence there shouldn't be any need to help old ladies cross roads.
THIRDLY, what's with this generalization that old ladies can't cross roads on their own? They can walk perfectly fine even if they're a little old. Whatever makes you think snowmen can cross roads better than old ladies do? AGEISM!
Alright, are you ready for the mighty answer?
Ans: Snow problem.
Get the joke? You know, like, no problem? Snow problem sounds a tinny weeny bit like no problem?
Alright, I leave you to recover from this traumatizing 'joke'. I'm sorry I've to inflict you this pain. I can't take it alone, got to share the burden.
PRISCILLA please tell me Linkin Park joke is funnier than this because Yap insists his Snow Problem joke is better. What the muddy marshmellows, ANYONE can tell this joke is some level 0.5 joke please. Tsktsktsktsk.
Alright, I'm done. Byebye!
11:16:00 PM because I say so
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Of Aurelio and Clamshells
We hold hands across the table. The conversation is intense, and perhaps the woman two tables over believes we are lovers. I sip lemonade through a straw as the cadence of your words wafts around us like glacial breezes in a heat wave.
*
It's Sunday, and it's 28hours before meeting Aurelio. Yep, Yap and I will be meeting guy selling Aurelio tomorrow and I hope everything goes well because I love the phone much much!
Anyway, I was reading my January entries just now. It's a long story as to why I was reading Jan entries but anyway and I found this.
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2009 New Year resolutions.
1. TO BE spiritually healthy. That includes:
- No more gambling. OHMYGUANYINGMA I DIDN'T JUST SAY THAT.
- Never to take up smoking/drinking so much I get drunk.
But then again, gambling isn't that bad... is it? Meh. Okay, I'm quitting gambling. I'll only play no-money Mahjong from now onwards. Or maybe from after CNY onwards. :)
2. TO BE physically healthy. That includes:
- Exercising.
- Less junk food. Yong tau foo ftw.
- More veges (difficulty 4.5 stars).
- Drink more water per day.
- Continue keeping in contact with close friends. Like Sokmui/Priscilla/Naomi and Mel/Yixin/Sheralyn and MY ABT :D and yadah yadah. The NJ people helped make my life in NJ more bearable. (How else can I survive Chemistry/Econs without Bugs doodling with me?)
- Be nicer (I'm already nice) to Minghan, and make him less 重色轻友 so Laimeng will stop complaining about him.
- Watch more Spongebob.
- Regret less.
- Spend more time with my family.
- An instrument. Probably a harmonica. Or a flute (thinks of conversation last night with Pris and gang... Okay maybe not.)
- Yoga/Calligraphy.
- Art classes HAHA.
Haha, I think I'm failing utterly in my new year resolutions made some 8 months ago. Some things already don't apply anymore, anyway. But no more gambling is really funny. I wonder what made me say that. I miss yong tau foo though. There's something about Deck's yong tau foo, it's not superb but I keep feeling like eating it. =0
I should get back to having regular meals because I keep getting hungry at the weirdest times. (4am, hungry, breakfast; 3pm, hungry, lunch; 9pm, hungry, no food to eat, skip dinner; 12am, too hungry, maggie) My mum keeps saying, at this rate, I'll have more than 30 health problems when I grow old. Except she's not bothered by it because in her exact same words "ni hai nian qing". Ohkay lor, aha.
I'm gonna bathe and get some tutorials done. I'm an aspiring mugger (said since 2005). But I'm hating Linguistics more and more, not just because the stuff's really technical and doesn't make sense to me, but more because I really hate the clamshell lecturer because nothing can be done about my Friday tutorial slot. I know I shouldn't blame her, but there's no one else I can blame. And being angsty kid, I blame the teacher. So, damn you clamshell Linguistics department for giving me a Friday 3-4pm tutorial slot when Friday is supposed to be my free day. What crayfish.
Seriously, I can go on ranting about the Friday tutorial slot forever. Why will they schedule a Friday 3-4pm timeslot? The fact that it has the most number of vacancies (15 slots left after two rounds of balloting, what?) goes to show not many people want it right. Won't it make better sense to reschedule the whole class instead of telling us how much they sympathise our situation (I really do sympathise your situation. However, please understand that there's no crayfish we can cook, because our department is pretty screwed and I can't be bothered to spend more time trying to make your life work when I can better spend time watching Transformers, Garfield Edition. Nevermind there's no Garfield Edition in Transformers, that's the whole point, don't you see, we'll rather do things that don't matter.)
Alright, that's just rant. Skip that. The lecturer's doing much by emailing us stuffs to answer nerds' questions. Not that I read them, but spare her the credit since at least she bothers, or looks like she bothers, okay?
Sian. The more I think of it, the more sian I become. Ohwells, at least there's Aurelio to cheer me up tomorrow! Bling ftw!
Alright, bathe and get tutorials done. I'll mug till I become root beer (stupid old joke). Byebye!
12:42:00 PM because I say so
Friday, August 21, 2009
This sucks
I AM SUPER SIAN DIAO.
You know my grand timetable. The perfect one I planned has Fridays free. BUT NO. CORS gave me a Friday 3pm to 4pm slot. YES. 3-4pm on a FRIDAY. EVERY WEEK. That's so oaiyrafa I feel like swallowing tables. You know those NJ square gray tables, YES those that I felt like chewing during Econs paper, I feel like that now.
And what's more table-swallowing is because it's so oaiyrafa, Yap and I decided to go to school early this morning to try manual registration, which is kind of like appealing. And YES, TODAY IS A FRIDAY, aka FRIDAY OF NO LESSONS. We went specially to that depressing place somewhere between Buona Vista and Clementi to find some Japanese woman in some super deserted corner of the school on some LEVEL 6 of AS5 just to tell her our reasons why we will really hate a Friday 3-4pm slot. BUT NO, she wasn't even around.
And it's not like we dropped by at some random time, it was THE manual registration timeslot. Turns out she was giving a lecture at some JC. So we wrote her a note (AFTER WAITING FOR ONE HOUR) and then we emailed her. And her reply was GREAT NEWS, she can swap us to tutorial slot DW18. And what's DW18, 3-4pm on Friday of course!
WHAT. WHAT. IS. THIS. (chews gray tables)
Can you imagine going to school for ONE HOUR every Friday. At 3pm. WHAT. IS. THIS.
D:
If you've FASS friends taking English, please get them to swap tutorial with me. Because that's what the lecturer says in her mail, to find someone to swap tutorial with you. WHAT. BARNEY. ELMO. BIGBIRD. IS. THIS.
Lucky you mel, I'm happy for you. D:
Emo weather. Fridays suck. D: D:
2:02:00 PM because I say so
You know my grand timetable. The perfect one I planned has Fridays free. BUT NO. CORS gave me a Friday 3pm to 4pm slot. YES. 3-4pm on a FRIDAY. EVERY WEEK. That's so oaiyrafa I feel like swallowing tables. You know those NJ square gray tables, YES those that I felt like chewing during Econs paper, I feel like that now.
And what's more table-swallowing is because it's so oaiyrafa, Yap and I decided to go to school early this morning to try manual registration, which is kind of like appealing. And YES, TODAY IS A FRIDAY, aka FRIDAY OF NO LESSONS. We went specially to that depressing place somewhere between Buona Vista and Clementi to find some Japanese woman in some super deserted corner of the school on some LEVEL 6 of AS5 just to tell her our reasons why we will really hate a Friday 3-4pm slot. BUT NO, she wasn't even around.
And it's not like we dropped by at some random time, it was THE manual registration timeslot. Turns out she was giving a lecture at some JC. So we wrote her a note (AFTER WAITING FOR ONE HOUR) and then we emailed her. And her reply was GREAT NEWS, she can swap us to tutorial slot DW18. And what's DW18, 3-4pm on Friday of course!
WHAT. WHAT. IS. THIS. (chews gray tables)
Can you imagine going to school for ONE HOUR every Friday. At 3pm. WHAT. IS. THIS.
D:
If you've FASS friends taking English, please get them to swap tutorial with me. Because that's what the lecturer says in her mail, to find someone to swap tutorial with you. WHAT. BARNEY. ELMO. BIGBIRD. IS. THIS.
Lucky you mel, I'm happy for you. D:
Emo weather. Fridays suck. D: D:
2:02:00 PM because I say so
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Aurelio
Every Tuesday is a Tuesday worth rejoicing because
1.
It's TUESDAY. And you know what that means! It's half-priced Gelare waffles day! It's the day kids in town run round in pastel coloured balloons because it's waffles day! :D
2.
There's actually only one reason.
HOWEVER, ever since school started, Tuesdays are extremely extreme extremely depressing because there's only one lecture today from 10am to 12pm and the temptation to pon it is so immense. I wouldn't mind if the subject isn't boring. But it is. MEH.
I think I lost my funny gene. I used to be really really funny. But now I'm just really funny. I need to find the other really.
*
DID I TELL YOU. I want to get Aurelio, which is the motorola v8 lux phone. Read more about it here. PRETTY ISN'T IT. It costs 800$ no contract in Singtel shops but Yap found someone selling on ebay for $320. So I want to get it and we're supposed to meet the seller on Monday but he suddenly has something on and has to travel overseas and will be back in 3-5days. I really hope the seller doesn't just disappear. I already gave the phone a name! :(
That's all, I'll update more when there's wireless on Fridayyyy! :) Byebye.
7:21:00 PM because I say so
1.
It's TUESDAY. And you know what that means! It's half-priced Gelare waffles day! It's the day kids in town run round in pastel coloured balloons because it's waffles day! :D
2.
There's actually only one reason.
HOWEVER, ever since school started, Tuesdays are extremely extreme extremely depressing because there's only one lecture today from 10am to 12pm and the temptation to pon it is so immense. I wouldn't mind if the subject isn't boring. But it is. MEH.
I think I lost my funny gene. I used to be really really funny. But now I'm just really funny. I need to find the other really.
*
DID I TELL YOU. I want to get Aurelio, which is the motorola v8 lux phone. Read more about it here. PRETTY ISN'T IT. It costs 800$ no contract in Singtel shops but Yap found someone selling on ebay for $320. So I want to get it and we're supposed to meet the seller on Monday but he suddenly has something on and has to travel overseas and will be back in 3-5days. I really hope the seller doesn't just disappear. I already gave the phone a name! :(
That's all, I'll update more when there's wireless on Fridayyyy! :) Byebye.
7:21:00 PM because I say so
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Like A Sleeping Bag
Let's be cheem.
Today is Day one of yoohoo uni life. It's as exciting as an egg that's excited. Nevermind eggs aren't excited, stop being so literal. FIGURATIVE DUDE, FIGURATIVE. Last night I slept like a sleeping bag (HEEHEE!) because I was afraid I couldn't wake up in time this morning plus I was really sleepy, like a sleeping bag.
So, this morning I woke up as happy as Subway and went to school. I reached school as early as an early excited egg (alliteration omg!) so Ultraman and I had bravo breakfast at the deck. We had tasteless tehbing which was duper depressing. Then we attended Lecture Linguistics at LT11 and the Lecturer is Looney. LOL. The way she talks is funny and Bugs, I wish you were here to laugh with me.
Good thing though, at least we won't feel sleepy during her lectures, youknow, sleepy like sleeping bags.
After lecture, I had happy Subway for lunch and then I went town to roam around aimlessly like a hunter without a prey. I'm sorry for all the lousy metaphors. It's just, somebody told me a lousy metaphor like "sleep like a sleeping bag" that got stuck in my head till now. HAHA.
Then I came home and started printing notes using a printer that takes in 2, 3 or 4 pieces of papers at one go. It usually works fine, maybe it ain't in a good mood today. Monday blues. OH. Tuesday blues. I better tell it a joke to cheer it up.
I. Want. To. Play. Badminton.
Byebye.
10:48:00 PM because I say so
Today is Day one of yoohoo uni life. It's as exciting as an egg that's excited. Nevermind eggs aren't excited, stop being so literal. FIGURATIVE DUDE, FIGURATIVE. Last night I slept like a sleeping bag (HEEHEE!) because I was afraid I couldn't wake up in time this morning plus I was really sleepy, like a sleeping bag.
So, this morning I woke up as happy as Subway and went to school. I reached school as early as an early excited egg (alliteration omg!) so Ultraman and I had bravo breakfast at the deck. We had tasteless tehbing which was duper depressing. Then we attended Lecture Linguistics at LT11 and the Lecturer is Looney. LOL. The way she talks is funny and Bugs, I wish you were here to laugh with me.
Good thing though, at least we won't feel sleepy during her lectures, youknow, sleepy like sleeping bags.
After lecture, I had happy Subway for lunch and then I went town to roam around aimlessly like a hunter without a prey. I'm sorry for all the lousy metaphors. It's just, somebody told me a lousy metaphor like "sleep like a sleeping bag" that got stuck in my head till now. HAHA.
Then I came home and started printing notes using a printer that takes in 2, 3 or 4 pieces of papers at one go. It usually works fine, maybe it ain't in a good mood today. Monday blues. OH. Tuesday blues. I better tell it a joke to cheer it up.
I. Want. To. Play. Badminton.
Byebye.
10:48:00 PM because I say so