Cons+Piracy: 2008

Pithy Excuse To Rack Up Post Count

I notice that recently my posts have been longer than Uncle Instructor's face when I forget to depress the clutch.... with no short posts to balance them out, so-

Here.

A short post.

Enjoy the lack of verbosity (oops) while it lasts.

"Dance, Dance"

Three performances, two in Sutera Mall (Sat and Wed night), one on Christmas day in the relatively new PKK building. Don't ask me what PKK stands for. In any case the order of performances was Girls' Dance - Skit - Guys' Dance - Kids' Dance - Carols - "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!"

The stage

The reflective column made for a good mirror

PEOPLE.

Most of the pics were lost, but the order of appearance in Sutera Mall is ~~more or less~~ the same as shown below:

Girls' Dance first,

"I Believe"

And Guys' Dance next,

"Do You Want A Revolution"

Then came the intro (without tambourine) to...

..."Hark The Herald Angels Sing",

(with tambourine + flag)

And an after-service Group Shot.

Done. ^^

Ugh.

I'd thought it was merely a temporary glitch. You know, the crap that happens when the page you're viewing doesn't load all the way, all because of myriad flash, scripting or bandwidth reasons.

But a few days later, the bald truth was staring at me in the face: All my blog links, gone.

Ugh.

Now comes the painstaking relinking everyone process of, which unfortunately the time to do so I do not have, most of it being used up looking in a manner much frenzied for a college. Backtalk when I'm stressed, speak I.

So please, all of you who've linked me, drop a comment and post your link in it.
Earn my undying gratitude, you will.

Domo arigato~!

Low-key here being an understatement.

The clock striking midnight and heralding the official day of Christmas was ignored by the two boys below it, so intent were they upon their task. Each had his specific role: One was the spotter, and the other, assassin. Together they had checked for the most stealthy way to go through the fortress, speed-killing every guard they came across and vaulting from poles with ease. The arrival of Christmas was beheld with nary a murmur, with only intermittent flashes of light where the prompt gave notice for the next move in a speed-kill. For all the fun old-style hacking and slashing gave one, doing it like a ninja really speeds up the level advancement.

So that's how we spent the first few minutes of Christmas: playing Prince of Persia on our dusty old Xbox. No countdown, no unwrapping of presents, no whoops of joy, no fireworks. Even the parents had turned in already.

For all of you who sent me the customary wishes via sms: Sorry, out of credit. Merry Christmas to you too.

And to all, a goodnight.

College woes

And I haven't even started yet.

Looking for the right poly/uni/foundation is already so stressful....Where's all the NTN information like which course can you branch out of later, can you change courses in the middle of the semester, what shoes to wear in gym class, or if there'll even be a gym class (what am I talking about here?)

And asking other people's opinion makes for even worse brain gastric. Some say JC is good, some say it's bad; some say M'sian edu is actually the same as S'pore's, others praise Monash, a miniscule minority(I know it's superlative) champion MMU's superiority; almost all agree, however, that Anwar's takeover is never gonna happen.

This is worse than Armageddon. At least you know that one's coming.

* * * * *

One thing I'll be adamant about though--Any higher institute of learning with the tiniest mistake in English will be crossed off. Yes, even Singapore unis. Hopefully it doesn't cut too many Japanese ones out of the frame.

Like, look at MMU's front webpage:
http://www.mmu.edu.my/

I'm pretty sure it should've been mettle.

"MMU proved its metal in R&D..." What metal is there to prove? How do you prove a metal after winning a Gold and Silver? Campurkan the two? I didn't know MMU was in the metalworking industry. Astonishing.

As if it was a deliberate pun--they won something in Multimedia and Educational items for deity's sake. Like they'd put an inside joke on the official front page.

So yeah, that's MMU off the list. Sorry Naresh =)

* * * * *

On a completely unrelated note, I found out that of everyone who took the test, EV's personality is the one least like mine. Lol. ~~Guess opposites really do attract.~~

Also, my 1st & 2nd college majors are Graphic Design and Eng. Lit respectively. Like how mindblowingly apt is that? o.O

Of course, my personality results are the product of me answering questions based on self-analysis, so it could be little skewed. Bummmmmerrrr.

Found this on FB =)

View Full MyPersonality.org Profile

0 50 100	%
Openness	81%
Conscientiousness	50%
Extraversion	56%
Agreeableness	44%
Neuroticism	88%

Wtf I'm neurotic. -_-;

It appears the older we get, the lamer our jokes become.

Standing around with drinks in hand, the sun descending majestically in the background—what do we do?

No, not prance around under the influence of the lack of rum.

Not try to admire the rhetorical view of a heavenly body setting behind a very zhor deng house.

No, it’s crack the lamest jokes mankind has ever had the misfortune to hear.

Never before have I felt such a sudden decrease in temperature, not even when I walked out of Heathrow to a freezing blast of authentic London climate.

It all started with Yao Zhong’s declaration of lameness (“I can make any clever thing you say sound stupid!”) and everything snowballed from there. Mark pulled out a 6-minuter that left us stunned for about twice that long; the new guy, Richard, told one that had crows harking in unison. May just stood there stoning.

Can’t say I blame her.

Time. 3-6pm
Date. 21-12-08
Venue. JB Wesley

Kickstarted in classic style by "Darth" Shirley:

"I can't find my lightsaber!!"

Music provided by the Snooze Band hailing from S'pore

My table. Betcha can't spot me and my uber retarded hairstyle~

The drama presentation was actually quite moving.

Lolz, Reuben = Jesus xD

A momentous moment in history…May's actually posing for the cam! =O

And the new RM 1 million church building, which is an architectural marvel. Built on only two plots of land meant for houses wei.

Always a pleasure spotting the differences (however subtle) in people you haven’t seen in a long while...Especially those whose height ratio remains the same as yours =P

And a big thank you to Jennifer who's First Among Buddies to give me a Christmas prezzie...and what about the rest of you, eh? >_>

So, Snooze Party breakdown:

Pros: Aunty Shirley cosplaying as a Sith Lord is uber gutsy// Everyone from TS (sans EV) was there// The food! =d

Cons: No alcohol =_= // Snooze band does its job -- puts you to sleep.

Otherwise it was pretty fun. Jason took out a can of foam and sprayed the lot of us. Later on we (me, Eric & Yao Zhong) arruba’d him and proceeded to give him his just desserts.

With icing aplenty. =D

Gay dates ftw!

It was a fancy dress party...

Tuxes were the norm.

You needed to bring a non-church member date, preferably of the opposite gender ...

And had to don a mask too.

. . . . .

But honestly?

Me and Dan weren't too fussed.

Gay dates ftw!

Maddening Serenity

In any self-book on how to deal with people, there is inevitably a chapter (or at least a section) that tells you what to do when you're caught on the horns of a furious argument.

And of those, they advise the first thing you need to do is to stay perfectly calm and composed.

Unless you want to get a tape recorder first to immortalize anything that can be defined as slander and sue the other party for a sizeable profit, of course.

Otherwise, most of the time they'll ask you to act as though you're discussing the weather over a cuppa at Starbucks instead of, say, going at it hammer and thongs over who has to take out the garbage next.

Because according to them psychobabble blokes, calming down when you're in a heated discussion not only lets you regain sense discarded, but it also allows the other party some breathing space to calm down as well....Thus allowing both parties to talk it out normally and reach a mutually beneficial conclusion so everybody's happythankyougoodday~

But, as I find in most cases, the effect of looking/speaking/acting calmly (or otherwise exuding an aura of Zen) makes for an entirely different response. Meaning, when you're arguing with someone and your general demeanour approximates towards that of a sedated slug, they actually get more incensed. A sort of positive feedback, if you will.

(That's biology for you. Still can't forget that crap, however hard I try =.=)

An effect I'd like to call Maddening Serenity.

Our good friend Mr. O. E. Dick says:

Maddening/(root: mad)/adj. An action (in word or deed) that makes sb. extremely angry: An itch on one's body that you can't seem to locate and appease is perfectly maddening. SYN enrage, infuriate, aggravate (inf), vex, irk, inflame, etc.
Serenity/(root:serene)/noun [U,sing.]. The state of being calm and peaceful: Achieving peace and serenity through yoga is akin to finding one's Quantum of Solace...without the intense gunfights and bans by a small intensely nationalistic nation in Soth-East Asia. SYN peace, tranquility, etc.

Thus, the definition of Maddening Serenity can be defined as:

The state of being calm and peaceful that makes sb. extremely angry. [AdjN]

OR, in this context, talking so calmly and matter-of-factly that you sound as though you're explaining 1 + 1 = 2 to a three-year-old, thus belittling the other party's mental capacities and generally pissing them off.

For eg. :

Scenario:
You and your brother are sitting down watchin TV. It's your favorite show--in fact, it's everyone's fave show, including your bro--when suddenly it goes to commercial. It being the greatest show on earth, you're willing to endure patiently through the mind-numbing TV ads until it comes on again. But your dearest brother has other ideas.

You: Oy!

Bro: What?

You: What'd you change the channel for?
Bro: Why not?
You: I was watching that!
Bro: You were? Oh, sorry. *changes back*

AHEM. (Eh, wrong log.)
Scenario:
You're and your sister are sitting down watchin TV. It's your favorite show--in fact, it's everyone's fave show, including your sis--when suddenly it goes to commercial. It being the greatest show on earth, you're willing to endure patiently through the mind-numbing TV ads until it comes on again. But your dearest sister has other ideas.
You: Oy!
Sis : What?
You: What'd you change the channel for?
Sis : Why not?
You: I was watching that!
Sis : So?
You: So? Change it back!
Sis : Why should I?
You: Because if you tarry too long we'll miss the greatest show on earth when it comes back on again!
Sis : No we won't, commercials take like 5 minutes to run anyway.
You: We will!
Sis : Won't.
You: Will!
Sis : Won't.
You: WILL.
Sis : Won't, 'cos I know when to change back.
You: Really.
Sis : Yes.
You: No you don't!
Sis : I do.
You: You don't!
Sis : Do.
You: Don't! Change it back!
Sis : Oh, okay.
... *nothing happens*
You: Joo hear what I said? Change it back!
Sis : What?
You: I said change it back!
Sis : What? You just told me not to change it back.
You: What?! I never said that!
Sis : Yes, you did....Just now. You said: "Don't! Change it back!"
You: But--
Sis : Don't tell me you didn't say that. *smug*
You: Yeah, but-- *splutters*
Sis : Yes?
You:I said--
Sis : Uh-huh?
You: I--Arggh! *makes strangling motions in the air while bro looks on in amusement*

Ok, so based on that lengthy example (COMPLETELY fictional, I might add) You can see how the Sis is employing the tactic of Maddening Serenity, to great effect on the You.

IN conclusion: Acting calm and serene may not really work if you want to defuse a situation. (A suicide bombing, for instance)

HOWever, it's uber effective for driving people up the wall.

AND if you actually read through all that congrats, you deserve a cookie. =)

Of U-turns and Excruciating Numbness

The afternoon was one of many firsts. With much administrations to the brakes by the instructor (he had his own set) I'd finally passed my Pre-L test! Now a week or two's waiting commences as they process my L-license and its painful photos.

[I'd forgotten to think of a happy thought when shooting. How remiss of me. Now my smile looks like it's been forcefully yanked up by invisible hands. Guh. ]

There are two procedures that for the writer's own benefit must be jotted down, owing to his unforeseen inability to recall the correct sequence steps when executing:

A turn

Stopping and restarting the car on an inclined slope

When U-turning:

About 5 secs/30m away from turn, let go of accelerator
Depress clutch, hold it and switch to 2nd
Turn on signal lights
At the berhenti sign/traffic lights/etc depress clutch and slowly depress brakes
After stopping at the white line depress clutch and switch to 1st
Keep holding on to the clutch!
When green-lighted, lift the clutch halfway while simultaneously depressing the accelerator
Make the turn, and after the car's speed is stable ( >20km/h) switch back to 2nd, and then third.
Done!

When doing the slope thing:

Switch to 1st gear
Zoom up the slope
Let go of the accelerator, depress the clutch and slowly depress the brakes
Pull up the emergency handbrake
Keep left foot on clutch
Rev the accelerator till the engine meter goes to about 40-50cc(at least I think it's called "cc")
Raise clutch till halfway while still revving
Pull up the handbrake, pinch the nub and push it down
Finally, get off that frickin' hill.

Jumblies!

Who knew Facebook would be so time-consuming. Before I knew it the whole morning was gone, and it seemed like I'd only conteng'd on two or three walls..
And guess what?
43 new friends in a day!
I feel so loved now. <3

Change of plans: Helen's going as Jia Wenn's date instead. Chicken. Now I have to find someone else--and at such "looong" notice too.
Sigh. Women. *rolleyes*

Apparently my dad, whom I'm christening The Ever Forgetful One from now on, has yet again misplaced an object of indeterminedly high value. A few of them actually. And now I have to look in every crook & nanny for them. Later, he told me he also hid 2000 bucks in in-between places like the bookshelves and old travel luggage....and he'll give me 10% of the bounty if I find them.
(Tried to bargain for 25% but it was non-negotiable unfortunately) Ah well.

200 in free moola, here I come~!

Pre-L: Paralyzing Lessons In Disguise

The man harrumphed irately as the youth rushed into the facility.

"You're almost 30 minutes late, boy!"

Muttering his apologies, said youth stole a quick glance at the uncle as they turned around and walked towards the kancil. He was dressed in the customary blue shirt + slacks, looked about ~~retirement age~~ 55, with a complexion approaching the colour and texture of a dried prune. They got into the diminuitive vehicle, those so-called training wheels in dusty shades of whitewashed wall, and he blinked rapidly to disperse a sudden feeling of exhaustion. He started to regret waking up at 5 to play DotA, at the time being naught much else to do in the wee hours of the morning...

As they trundled off to an unknown destination he thought idly to himself that if so inclined the uncle could stop at a deserted place somewhere, take out a parang and carve him up for the ants to pick over the remains... A passing fancy which hovered around his mind, dispersed and regrouped itself when the uncle really did drive up to a desolate area, the stretch of road which meandered down to the perkampungan. All such morbid thoughts were banished however, when the instructor instructed him to get down and switch places with him.

After the switch, the youth couldn't hide a quick grin as he got into the seat. A tiny wave of expectation rippled over him. A thought flashed through his mind like the sun on a new pair of Oakleys:

HE WAS FINALLY GOING TO LEARN HOW TO DRIVE.

....Then he sat there stoning for about a minute before realising the instructor was waiting for him to do the peripheral once-over before lift off. His mind was a blank as he tried to remember the sequence...was it wipers first or signal lights? He sat there thinking for a moment, but no help from his sleep-deprived cranium was forthcoming. In the end, he just clicked, pressed, prodded & adjusted every single dial and switch within his VFD, while attempting to do so in a most deceptively matter-of-fact manner.

After the instructor ticked his last box, he told the newbie to start the engine. With trepidation, he did as instructed. With mounting excitement, he pushed tentatively down on the accelerator, and --

With a jerk, the engine stopped abruptly.

"How," The instructor snapped, "do you expect to move without even putting the gearstick into first gear?"

The uncle rolled his eyes in derision of the young and completely blur driver beside him. He couldn't have been less amused if a skunk had been stuffed down his pants. With an apologetic grin, the noob depressed the cluth, went into 1st gear and tried again. This time, the engine revved up and roared, and under the tutelage of Uncle Instructor, the boy gradually let go of the clutch, pressing down on the accelerator at the same time.

With a jerk, the tiny car leapt forward ala Herbie. They were halfway down the track before it finally sank in.

I'M FINALLY DRIVING! (He crowed.)

* * * * *

And the rest, as they say, is History.

Just got back from camp,

and what a blast it was!

Already missing everyone from Teenstreet, especially those who couldn't make it. (A ~~sad~~ ~~disappointing~~ ~~lugubrious~~ ~~disconsolate~~ ~~inside joke lol~~ most unfortunate twist of fate led both TS and YLDP to be held on almost exactly the same dates, so the latter was a no-go.)

Sigh.

Met a whole bunch of new friends, rediscovered old ones, and made my interests quite transparent to somebody.

=)

Love to expudiate further, but for all the pics they took of us in TS, not one of them is up yet. And as my dearest lil' sis Esther stated not too long ago, blogging w/out pics is no fun.

=(

In other news, I finally got behind the wheel of a

("In your dreams!", the multitudes cry)

Well maybe it was more like a kancil but still, I really have
STARTED DRIVING LESSONS ~~muaheehee~~ WOOHOO!!

Also, I'm going to annoy Rae and her recent distaste of shopaholics and boast that I got this:

An early Christmas prezzie~!

Doesn't it just exude dashing wit, charm and sophistication?

=3 =3 =3

Finally,

I joined Facebook.

Happy now?

The smell of death is in the air...

..that or my week-old socks, hanging out to steam by the radiator.

Dampening qualities of early-morning drizzle. Eating bread sans anything else. Style-cramping odiousness of lil' bros. Musty rooms pregnant with long periods of stillness. And an apology for Nick. Sorry mate, I'll crash by your pad after camp wot?

That's what you get after idly skimming through Grace's blog: Unfinished sentences like clothesline hangers and slices-of-life humour.

Hmm. Maybe I'll start on EV's next. =P

The eyes beholds the epidermis, but the mind beholds the soul

Or at least that's what I'd like to believe. How often are our judgements clouded by external stimuli, the insiduous propoganda of our generation?

Sometimes I wish I could just up and go live on a forgotten hillock somewhere .Since mountains, REAL ones with SNOW, are scarce around here.

But when it comes down to it, I can't. A fine specimen of well-broiled poultry, that's me.

One of the few fun things about scouring with the Karcher.

Whole World Comes Crashing Down

OMW BACK from church practice we three angels fell to chatting about post-SPM institutions of EDU, and many new revelations were bequeathed upon me courtesy of apostle Naresh:

ONE Singapore's educational system isn't really all that good after all; it's just so attractive because it's too damn interactive.

TWO Malaysia isn't really all that far behind in terms of educational standard from S'pore. Getting a degree from either is about the same standard, only that M'sia is cheaper.

THREE The greatest irony of all is that when it comes down to choosing ahli pakar for jobs, the majority of employers would actually choose the M'sian ones over their own countrymen. Why? Because M'sians will get paid less for their work. If given a choice between two post-grads who are almost identical in terms of qualification, only that one will work for less, which would you, as the employer, choose? So in all actuality, the ones who get ignored are the poor singaporeans.

Go figure.

49/50

Yayzorz, passed my undang exam today.

Huzzah!

Admittedly it was supposed to be easy but a lot of my friends failed the first time y' know. One guy who took the test before me came out with a fail and though he asked for a retest, there were too many other examinees waiting and he had to have his test rescheduled. Tough luck on him, but that (near) experience really jittered me up and I thus resumed my cramming with renewed vigour. And this in the context that the word 'cramming' here means not studying for the whole week and only now buying the booklet before leaving for the test. Damn suei right? Later I celebrated by going for some DotA pwnage with Daniel. =) OH yeah and I saw somebody from KK2 (even sat next to him wtf) and I bet he recognized me too, he was whispering none too softly with his associate about me and trying to work up the courage to talk to me. Like how hard is that anyway. I wasn't too interested in rejoining platonic ties with him, so I just sat back and ignored his sideways glances and tentative elbowing. Creep. <_<

The main thing though is I passed. *relief*

Credits:
+ tHe_ALmiGhTy
+ sonOfman00
+ ~^'HSpirit`^~

Pre-Parade!

Some of my readers out there may be wondering exactly how I've managed to keep myself (mostly) sane while enduring my self-imposed exile within the torture gaol that was SPM. Oh, you aren't? That's okay, I don't know you anyway. Well, the answer is that every Wed-Fri, 11pm-12pm on Okto# is

AnImaNiA!

And not just any C-grade ecchi fanservice either. This stuff is NEW, same week telecast as Japan, and out of the rough of your typical shounen/shoujo manga reproductions and quintessential rom-com flicks surfaced a charming little series by the name of

which revolves around one Takasu Ryuuji, a mild-mannered boy who unfortunately has scary-looking eyes which lead to a lot of misunderstanding, and Aisakawa Taiga, dubbed the "Palmtop Tiger" for her short stature and fiery temper. These two eccentric characters share one common goal, which is to get together with their respective crushes. To this end, they team up with each other hatching all sorts of crazy plans, and as most of you can guess, hilarity ensues.

The show also displays a few instances of slice-of-life genre you sometimes find in light manga like Strawberry Marshmallow; this breaks up the usual plot twists and turns of the trade. However, where this anime stands out from the rest is its superb animation and generally weird characters; at first glance it looks like any other fluffy old romance comedy (you could spot the ending from a lightyear away) but it's tre more than that. To sum Toradora up, I only have two words to say:

Watch it.

Toradora~!

Better Late Than Never

Wednesday, 26th Nov.

This

Is Rae.

Partial to ebiko, hypernonsensical drama queen and CSI fanatic.

Takes pics at every opportunity

Second home is at the mall/shopping complex/anywhere with her mates.

Hailed from KL at year start and now changing residence again to be closer to the city..... and subsequently the malls.

Met in ~~march?~~

~~April?~~

May.

Gives people cute names, and is affectionately called many of the same, herself.

Above all of that however is a single simple equation

that describes her:

RAE =
A.W.E.S.O.M.E.

but a little crazy sometimes.
=P

A Very Merry Belated, Rae-chan~!

"C'mon."

Which means "Good morning!" in Vietnamese.

Argh. Too many pics snapped on the trip equals to much squinting of the eyes and more deliberation with the mind over which looks best up on a blog. Mine, in case you were wondering. No, you weren't. And, since at this point I am beyond caring which angle makes the architecture bleed glorious technicolor, which can go stick a rainbow prism up its own ass for all I care, I'll be picking random shots with peepers shut and hope for brilliance to shine through the apparent arbitration. Onwards...!

Arrived in Changi airport with maximum luggage and minimum fuss. Bagels dipped in milo was the order of that drowsy morning, with an opaque grey sky to enliven the armosphere.

Flight time was shorter than expected, a mere 1+ hour to Ho Chi Minh city across that neck of the South China Sea.

(Dan took a random slide of the arrival hall after we touched down. )

Our first glimpse of the new world paved out before us was surprisingly familiar. At first glance , it looked just like we were still back home, with the same birds and trees, same grey fencing used like the ones you see in new housing areas here, even the same arrangement of the flowerbeds in the gardens surrounding the airport. Upon second inspection, however, I began to get a more balanced feel of the place, having spotted many tall buidings reminiscent of Hong Kong when we got on the bus, and I came to the conclusion that it was a strange fusion of both the Oriental and South-East Asia.

Half an hour into the city, the bustling streets were enfused with the ambient sounds of a thriving city, intersperced with beeping toots of the scooters which dominated the roads.

There was also a curious mix of culture; an eclectic mix of old and new, as many traditional buildings gave way to soaring new skyscrapers, and dilapitated old shophouses were squeezed up alongside important-looking banks.

The alleyway that led away from the main road were were traversing enticed my mind to tread down those beaten paths and find out hitherto undiscovered mysteries; the atmosphere of old worlde realness was almost tangible in its manifestation.

Later, we went to one of the aforementioned silver monoliths for a an authentic Vietnamese dinner (don't recall the names of the dishes, sorry) but it was a pleasant fusion of chinese and local delicacies nonetheless.

These young people kindly acquiesced to a pic after much hand gesturing and bizarre facial expression on my part.

The name of the mall/skyscraper we were in.

Thus, after a hearty meal, we set off back to the hotel, turning in early for the toll of the day's exhortations weighed heavily on our eyelids, and tomorrow's account will be set ....tomorrow.

CS: The Return

Another CS outing? Kinda.
Arrived at Persada to a deafening silence. Turns out we were actually a week early for this Education Fair that was supposed to be going on. -_-;

So we were just walking back out the doors when the first few sheets of rain came crashing down upon us like so many shards of glass. Resigned to either eating borosilicate chips or twiddling our thumbs, we opted for the latter and adjourned for lunch at the conveniently located KFC inside the complex.

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There must be something about CS, maybe a bomoh's curse or two, that make adolescent teenagers even more apathetic than usual. Yesterday everyone sauntered about the mall for a full hour before actually buying the tickets; the difference in behaviour today was unstaggeringly miniscule. In zombie mode we grunted at each other, made crass jokes and engaged in as much brain activity as it was humanely possible to spear a whale with a toothpick. In the end Wei Zherng and I gave up and went back together, leaving the rest to figure out the merits of being scared crapless by The Coffin against getting bored into submission by a mindless beat-em-up in Wushu.

Can't say I envied them.

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Before we gazoomed off, however, I went back to the store and finally got my guitar picks!

The pink one's called Ernie Ball, which according to Mikey is a guitar pick-making company with no relation to a show named after a certain street with a hamster's staple diet for a first name, and the second one's Silver. The T btw stands for 'thin' so it's relatively easier to strum with than the unyielding metal one.

Imma lovin' them already. <3

Yeah, the post title's corny. Somebody please sue me...

CS Outing

(What else am I supposed to call it? Guys' night out?)

So we, assorted humans from SN1 and 2, went to CS today to watch a movie about a bunch of vampires playing baseball to Muse's Supermassive Black Hole. Quite a trade-off for 6 bucks IMO.

You heard me right. We watched

(cue rumble of thunder as the fangirls squeee at the mere mention of that word)

There we were, thirteen *choke* tostesterone-fuelled teenage boys, all milling about outside the cinema, dunno what to watch, standing there like idiots till someone suggested Twilight and we all clutched onto that idea like a lifeboat. =_=;

Well, after strolling out of the theatre to LP's Leave Out All The Rest in the credits, I have to say the spec effects weren't that good, but the actors actually could show the required emotions onscreen. The unspoken tension between Bella and Edward was hilarious to watch.

However, I got a gripe: The Cullens weren't really very good-looking. Rosalie looked like a pussy who had been force-fed lemons, while __(woman vamp who's gonna become the villian in the 2nd movie if I'm not mistaken)___ looked rather chunky onscreen. And I kinda pictured Carlisle in my mind as maybe an Aizen Sousuke (of Bleach fame, pre-traitor status) in a doctor's gown-thingy. The one in the movie looked more like a sharper, thinner version of Owen Wilson.

A pic for comparison purposes:

And don't get me started on Edward's mug. Forget superstrength, that bloke could knock a hole in the wall with his jawline. Bulkhead, much?

The one who was the Cullen's newest member however, Jared or Bob or something, was tre funny with his pained expression whenever any human was around. And Alice is cute~

All in all though, not a bad way to spend an afternoon. Only thing is when Mike and I went to get our guitar picks the shop was closed. Out for dinner, apparently. Dang.

Oh yeah, gotta check out Twilight's non-O, ST. Any movie soundtrack with Muse and LP in it has real cred. + I hear Paramore's doing the main theme song. x3 x3 x3

Thursday's Farewell Party

Ok, first up....The farewell party. Or. More correctly referred to as the cancer-inducing BBQ steamboat ~~orgy~~ jamuan.

So, details:

Here: Restoran Da He...something.(insert random chinese character)

Hen: 7-10pm , Thursday 271108

Ho: 5sn1 and 5sn2, though the bulk of it was sn1.

Hat: Crab, pork, chicken, sausages, prawn, all manner of fryable 'n' steamable stuff.
Hy: To ~~get stoned in the quickest time possible~~ have a grand ould time.

And a grand old time we had. Piccies:

>>Outdoors with 6 tables apiece. 5 peeps to a table = you do the math

> The other side of the procession

>> From right: Bing Han, Cui He, Khai Xian, Jian Hui and the guy half cut off (lmao) is Seng Ho.

(maybe having the pics to the left wasn't the best of ideas.)

Mikey got in the way while I was trying to take this shot. zzz...

The light ain't that good, admittedly, but from left is Pey Ling, some-girl-whose-name-conveniently-escapes-me, Seng Ho, Danny and Bing Han, who's acting cool again.

And finally a group shot of everyone bar Pey Ling who kindly took this one. Lighting still sucks.

To-Do List

For PC:
Get admin password
Install frozen throne (keygen from downstairs pc, danny‘s cd, Patrick‘s cd)
Upload pics
Update blog (with said pics)
Start learning Photoshop
~~Join forum~~
Install EV’s games (after finding them)

Anime
Samurai Champloo
Xam'd
Myself; Yourself
Toradora!

Great outdoors:
Take driving lessons
Go out with friends
Hang out with EV
~~Celebrate Rae’s birthday~~
Buy clothes
Buy plectrum
Buy Ethernet cable
Get new theme for phone (Toradora)

Greater indoors:
Re-learn piano
Find keyboard [/]
Get used to playing guitar with pick

iPod:
Get cover art for iPod
Organize new songs into Major & Minor
Dl vids for iPod

Old PC:
Put keepvid songs, album artwork and other stuff into J-Drive
Purge J-drive
Put in songs from new pc 'n' antivirus
Purge old pc (reboot/secondary antivirus)
Install Windows Vista OS (borrow)
Put stuff back inside
Install frozen throne and GG client
Find cd (Jason) and install iTunes
Install antivirus, MSN and Last.fm

Bands to check out:
Mae
The Sickest Kids
Honeybunny

Oh, look it's my 100th post. And I used it for a to-do list. Happy 100th post to you, blog~

My eyes have peeled. @_@

Note to self: Bloghopping should definitely come later.

Gargh. I wanna customize my blog!
Like Peaches' one, or Eric the Viking's. Whai can't the page background stay still, whaai?
Am I thus consigned forever to this impenetrable blackness? -_-
Another note to self: Organize links into cats, the list is getting l0o0o0ong

And now it's 5.30 and I'm too tired to blog...Sleep beckons.
Maybe I should swap times with Arielle after this.

TiLL I aM wEll aNd ResTeD,

3, 2, 1, Make Some Noise!

Hola, I'm baack~

I know it's been nearly a whole week since the fall of the 'mighty' SPM empire, but these last few days have been spent revelling in the streets, swilling wine and generally getting more stoned than an adulteress. @D

Let's see....

thursday night was BBQ,

friday morning+ afternoon DotA,

saturday => hangover, and

sunday was my own dear lil' sis' bdae~

And now that's all over with, I'm reactivating my blog again! (no duh.)

Lots to catch up on....Vietnam trip, new anime, book reviews, and of course, bdae wishes to those I missed!

So much to do, so little time.....where to start?

Random vietnamese teenagers who kindly let me take a pic during dinner. ^^

Epitaph for a Temporary Departure

It's official.

I'm putting this blog under cryostasis to focus on what's important.

Like my mom says,

"PRIORITIES, mister."

Though admittedly she was holding up a report card with a string of C's and D's with nary an A in sight.

*sigh* She's right though. As parents usually are. Which is annoying. =_=;

I shall leave this place with a tinge of regret--So many things left unsaid!

In the past week, I had gone to the market, got addicted to a Korean drama (Ju Mong), signed up for Chem tuition after procrastinating for so long, had wormy cucumbers, woke up at five and thought it was six, attended three birthday luches (though not all at once) and have had techno music blasting through our classroom during our exams.

And I found out, from addmath tuition class, that I am an Extreme Value. Heh.

More on that later.

Or not.

'Cos I won't be posting here anymore.

=_=

So this is goodbye.

It's been nice having you, blog.

Rot In Peace.

For now.