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Saturday, April 30, 2005
It started off with a bang but ended up in fizzes...
The turnout was higher than expected, which brightens up the atmosphere even more. The birthday girl was pretty much dressed up complete with a bouquet of flowers on one hand and presents on the other. While the guys were pretty much decently-dressed, the same could not be said for the ladies. They really know how to dress up for the occasion so much so until my poor pet turtle had his eyes glues to an innocent lady and had his tongue stuck out so much that I think his imagination had gone too far this time. That's when he realised that he's feeling the after-effects of my snap-of-the-fingers and started to feel the ground under him. Man, I miss that feeling...
I was pretty surprised that we were greeted by a lady who was promoting about her, coincedentally, bbq-steamboat ala Seoul Garden shop. The decison was made and off we went in a private bus. For a second I thought my friends and I were going to star in next year's series of "Missing". Abduction was finally cleared off my mind when we reach the place, greeted by another lady who showed us the tables for us. Thanks to Aaron, we got one round of free drinks-iced lemon tea that is. Thanks to him also, we got an open-air table complete with soccer matches going on "live" in front of our eyes. Everything seems to perfect until the leaves from the trees above start to make their presence known to us. Oh well...
I had to refrain myself from seafood as I'm allergic to eat but hey, life was better with meat and others. There's black pepper chicken, satay chicken, beef and other norms like the different types of edible balls, seriously okay, hot dogs and fish cakes. I pity the prawns that got into hot soup. They did nothing wrong, really, but were duly punished for no reason-boiled alive and occasionally, steamed alive. They tried to jump for safety but it was fated for them to be under the commands of my unruly mates today. The cockles fared worse. BBQ-ed until they were badly burnt and in the end, ended up in the dustbin. What a waste, in terms of food and their precious lives. As if there's not enough food on the table, Maggi Mee and eggs were thrown into the tom yam flavoured soup for our next round of attacks. Eventually, we scrambled for drinks instead of more food for our thirst were reaching to their points of saturation.
We want more! We want more!
Yeah yeah...the guys decided to unleash our potential that was never seen and therefore never polished-playing the DJ Remix machine in the arcade. Well, due to our brotherhood spirit and consideration of not wasting anybody's time, we utilised the machine fully by having almost everyone playing a 2-player game on that machine alone. So, use your imagination on how clever we were and also, how awkward our positions were in order to see the one screen that is our guiding light towards victory and glory. After numerous 50-cents being slotted into the slot machine, we only managed a "D" as our top score. Luckily we were the only ones in the arcade, thus the level of shame were greatly reduced.
Then came the blow. Joanne's grandmother just passed away. Yeah, news passed on and condolences delievered. Such a pity. She was unlucky. I feel for you, girl. These things happen in life and sometimes you find yourself asking why is it happening on you and not others? I've yet to find the answer to that question. But till then, live life to the fullest. Never regret any decisons that you make 'cause they only make you wiser. Peace.
The turnout was higher than expected, which brightens up the atmosphere even more. The birthday girl was pretty much dressed up complete with a bouquet of flowers on one hand and presents on the other. While the guys were pretty much decently-dressed, the same could not be said for the ladies. They really know how to dress up for the occasion so much so until my poor pet turtle had his eyes glues to an innocent lady and had his tongue stuck out so much that I think his imagination had gone too far this time. That's when he realised that he's feeling the after-effects of my snap-of-the-fingers and started to feel the ground under him. Man, I miss that feeling...
I was pretty surprised that we were greeted by a lady who was promoting about her, coincedentally, bbq-steamboat ala Seoul Garden shop. The decison was made and off we went in a private bus. For a second I thought my friends and I were going to star in next year's series of "Missing". Abduction was finally cleared off my mind when we reach the place, greeted by another lady who showed us the tables for us. Thanks to Aaron, we got one round of free drinks-iced lemon tea that is. Thanks to him also, we got an open-air table complete with soccer matches going on "live" in front of our eyes. Everything seems to perfect until the leaves from the trees above start to make their presence known to us. Oh well...
I had to refrain myself from seafood as I'm allergic to eat but hey, life was better with meat and others. There's black pepper chicken, satay chicken, beef and other norms like the different types of edible balls, seriously okay, hot dogs and fish cakes. I pity the prawns that got into hot soup. They did nothing wrong, really, but were duly punished for no reason-boiled alive and occasionally, steamed alive. They tried to jump for safety but it was fated for them to be under the commands of my unruly mates today. The cockles fared worse. BBQ-ed until they were badly burnt and in the end, ended up in the dustbin. What a waste, in terms of food and their precious lives. As if there's not enough food on the table, Maggi Mee and eggs were thrown into the tom yam flavoured soup for our next round of attacks. Eventually, we scrambled for drinks instead of more food for our thirst were reaching to their points of saturation.
We want more! We want more!
Yeah yeah...the guys decided to unleash our potential that was never seen and therefore never polished-playing the DJ Remix machine in the arcade. Well, due to our brotherhood spirit and consideration of not wasting anybody's time, we utilised the machine fully by having almost everyone playing a 2-player game on that machine alone. So, use your imagination on how clever we were and also, how awkward our positions were in order to see the one screen that is our guiding light towards victory and glory. After numerous 50-cents being slotted into the slot machine, we only managed a "D" as our top score. Luckily we were the only ones in the arcade, thus the level of shame were greatly reduced.
Then came the blow. Joanne's grandmother just passed away. Yeah, news passed on and condolences delievered. Such a pity. She was unlucky. I feel for you, girl. These things happen in life and sometimes you find yourself asking why is it happening on you and not others? I've yet to find the answer to that question. But till then, live life to the fullest. Never regret any decisons that you make 'cause they only make you wiser. Peace.
Friday, April 29, 2005
I vow never to drop by at Newton MRT Station ever again unless under very, very special circumstances. Armed with high confidence, my friends and I went in search for the all-time famous Newton Circus. If you're a virgin to the word, the place is not one which you can find entertainment to enlighten your heart. It can do the job, IF you're a food junkie. If you're still dumb enough not to figure out what Newton Circus really is, it's a food centre. Well, being virgins to the place though, we ended up walkingt into a park which looks more like a graveyard, complete with numerous trees that are stocky and you can only see the slim trunks at eye level. A what-we-thought-was-a-hospital greeted us at the end of the footpath, which turned out to be an "Environment Building". (What the hell is that?) Sad case lah... gotta ask a stranger where the food place is and ended up being mistaken as foreigners. Who says Singapore is small, eh?
I don't know if it has got to do with the black cat that we saw along the way to the food place or not but I found a fly inside my drink. Yes, F-L-Y. Eeewwww. Gross. Disgusting. Yucks. Hey, hey...I didn't say I got a cockroach in my drink, right? The fact that it's only a fly soothes my soul a little bit though I was surprised of my finding. I got a "refund" but... first impressions stays in me for a quite a while.
Then came the food. My plate of Nasi Goreng Kampung with Ikan Bilis was so damn, damn hot and spicy that once again, my sweat glands had to release sweat to cool myself down. (I know guys, I can hear you all complaining already. Pardon me, alright?) Same goes to Andrew's Mee Goreng. "It's like being cooked from hell," he said in his usual sarcastic manner. Jun Long was kp-ing that his dish was not hot despite the chilli in it but he didn't really mix the noodles with the chilli, so shut up mate. (HA HA! I can smell your balls shrinking to the size of the fly's shit.) Mah Ser and Bong had a plate of sotong, by which they were kind enough to leave some for our dear Jun Long. A plate of onions and oil used earlier to cook the sotong. Savour the food, mate.
The price was then a shocker of the season. Drinks were 2 bucks and we were like stunned when the aunty asked for 10 bucks for 5 cups of sugar cane juice. Damn. My rice and Andrew's noodles at 4 bucks a piece and the sotong at 8 bucks. Wah kao...in the end, my dearest mate Jun Long had the last laugh with his costing 3 bucks. I think I prefer the food centre at Ang Mo Kio. Now even my body feels heaty with all the hot and spicy stuff inside. I vow never ever to go to that place again. NEVER.
Like what Bong says, never mind to get beaten up in our virgin attempt. Once we learn our lesson, we'll lead life in a much better way. Enough of it. Period.
I don't know if it has got to do with the black cat that we saw along the way to the food place or not but I found a fly inside my drink. Yes, F-L-Y. Eeewwww. Gross. Disgusting. Yucks. Hey, hey...I didn't say I got a cockroach in my drink, right? The fact that it's only a fly soothes my soul a little bit though I was surprised of my finding. I got a "refund" but... first impressions stays in me for a quite a while.
Then came the food. My plate of Nasi Goreng Kampung with Ikan Bilis was so damn, damn hot and spicy that once again, my sweat glands had to release sweat to cool myself down. (I know guys, I can hear you all complaining already. Pardon me, alright?) Same goes to Andrew's Mee Goreng. "It's like being cooked from hell," he said in his usual sarcastic manner. Jun Long was kp-ing that his dish was not hot despite the chilli in it but he didn't really mix the noodles with the chilli, so shut up mate. (HA HA! I can smell your balls shrinking to the size of the fly's shit.) Mah Ser and Bong had a plate of sotong, by which they were kind enough to leave some for our dear Jun Long. A plate of onions and oil used earlier to cook the sotong. Savour the food, mate.
The price was then a shocker of the season. Drinks were 2 bucks and we were like stunned when the aunty asked for 10 bucks for 5 cups of sugar cane juice. Damn. My rice and Andrew's noodles at 4 bucks a piece and the sotong at 8 bucks. Wah kao...in the end, my dearest mate Jun Long had the last laugh with his costing 3 bucks. I think I prefer the food centre at Ang Mo Kio. Now even my body feels heaty with all the hot and spicy stuff inside. I vow never ever to go to that place again. NEVER.
Like what Bong says, never mind to get beaten up in our virgin attempt. Once we learn our lesson, we'll lead life in a much better way. Enough of it. Period.
Pardon me for saying this but Mayflower, judging on the way things are in school, the direction that you're heading to now is "DOWN" rather than "UP". Let's not talk about all the academic stuff or staff-wise. Let's say we go deeper into the issue of facilities. Know what? They simply suck. I was in the hall for the "Speech Day" event this AFTERNOON and only God knows if the hall was as hot as hell. Not to say stuffy too. No surprise if you experience it first hand though.
First, they say they couldn't have much investment on air-conditioners and therefore, there will be no air-conditoners in the hall. Fine enough. Yet, I guess the money has been used to build the koi pond, which I personally believe is of no advantage to the students at all, and more to feng shui reasons.
Dear Ms Lo, you are such a fool. Fancy being your last year in Mayflower and spending all the reserves on stuffs that aren't benefiting the students at all. Fancy staying behind for another year just to "see the remaining of the school up" just because you invested lot of money for the new school building. You are simply hindering Mayflower's progress, be it academically or not. Heard that?
Back to the hall. The size of the fans are equivelant to the size of the fans that I have at home. Yeah, and imagine having them in a big and spacious hall with only around ten being given the task of cooling the air in the hall. Which piece of crap shit did you stumble upon, dear Ms Lo? And a holocaust nearly occured in there; we're saved by the doors that are wide open, leaving natural breeze to blow in occasionally.
I was sweating like nobody's business and if it's pure water that's substituting my sweat droplets, I guess I wouldn't have to take my bath when I reach home. The hall:a new method of suicide if you want a slow and painful death. Nothing beats the feeling of swealtering heat under the already high temperatures of the outside air and the unforgiving sun. Don't hesitate to try it, it's the latest facility provided by the dearest Ms Lo Sheu Ming for her beloved students whom she hope will have lofty visions to scale greater heights. Yeah right. I've been tortured enough under her rule for 4 long years. If not for my friends and teachers, I may have been transferred to a special ward, under special observation, in the IMH, at the end of my journey in my secondary school years.
Kick her ass out the school fast. And I mean kick REAL hard. Let her feel the pain that we felt under her.
First, they say they couldn't have much investment on air-conditioners and therefore, there will be no air-conditoners in the hall. Fine enough. Yet, I guess the money has been used to build the koi pond, which I personally believe is of no advantage to the students at all, and more to feng shui reasons.
Dear Ms Lo, you are such a fool. Fancy being your last year in Mayflower and spending all the reserves on stuffs that aren't benefiting the students at all. Fancy staying behind for another year just to "see the remaining of the school up" just because you invested lot of money for the new school building. You are simply hindering Mayflower's progress, be it academically or not. Heard that?
Back to the hall. The size of the fans are equivelant to the size of the fans that I have at home. Yeah, and imagine having them in a big and spacious hall with only around ten being given the task of cooling the air in the hall. Which piece of crap shit did you stumble upon, dear Ms Lo? And a holocaust nearly occured in there; we're saved by the doors that are wide open, leaving natural breeze to blow in occasionally.
I was sweating like nobody's business and if it's pure water that's substituting my sweat droplets, I guess I wouldn't have to take my bath when I reach home. The hall:a new method of suicide if you want a slow and painful death. Nothing beats the feeling of swealtering heat under the already high temperatures of the outside air and the unforgiving sun. Don't hesitate to try it, it's the latest facility provided by the dearest Ms Lo Sheu Ming for her beloved students whom she hope will have lofty visions to scale greater heights. Yeah right. I've been tortured enough under her rule for 4 long years. If not for my friends and teachers, I may have been transferred to a special ward, under special observation, in the IMH, at the end of my journey in my secondary school years.
Kick her ass out the school fast. And I mean kick REAL hard. Let her feel the pain that we felt under her.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
I had a couple of enjoyable moments today including having only 2 hours of sleep so far, getting burnt under the glaring sun though being soaked in the cool waters and relinquishing the prospects of my future PC. Yet, the most unforgettable moment happened just a few hours ago when I was in bus 88 heading back home. It broke down halfway through the journey and I was to alight at the stop after the one which the bus broke down at. Call it unlucky but I found it a rather humourous experience.
This is what i call unlucky:I was given a complimentary ticket which enables me to have a free trip. As I mentioned earlier, my final stop was only a stop away from the stop which the bus had broken down. So, I ended up walking back home. That suits me fine. What made me nearly fume up is that the ticket is only applicable for today's usage. So home was my final destination, I've got nowhere else to go. And I'm left with $0.22 in my EZ-Link card. Ultimately, I "lost" the value of my card and didn't get to make use of the complimentary ticket. I intended to use it for tomorrow, when I have to go to the MRT station to top-up my card. But, the ticket expires today. And I didn't get the chance to refund my card value. Sigh. Just my luck.
But I found many sides of typical Singaporeans when I encountered this incident just now. Enjoy the different sides the nation and maybe yours in some of the "samples" below.
A tired lady from work:"Tch... (10 seconds later) Tch... (7 seconds later) Tch... (4 seconds later) Tch...
-She's the first, from the upper deck, to leave the bus eventually, leaving a strong lingering scent of her perfume in her trail.
A talk-a-lot-do-nothing passenger: "Eh, what happened ah? The bus tyre pancit ah? Very hot leh...no air-con some more. I pay so much get this kind of service. I late already you know! Haiya, useless SBS. Company so big yet the service so small. So ngiau...
-I've got no comment from this type of people. I ended up smiling to myself.
A student just came back from school, i presume: "......................................................................."
-He was so engrossed in watching the programme on TV Mobile that he didn't realise that he's been at the same bus stop since the last ten minutes.
A vain human being, who no doubt is a she: "....................................................................."
-She was speechless 'cause she's being a good listener to her beloved mp3 while powdering herself up, which inevitably made the quality of the air worse. Shucks!
Me? Well...I was literally the last person to alight from the bus, busy with my observations and my thoughts of writing this experience in my blog today. Was I a kaypo? Who cares? I guess nobody notice my presence anyway. Maybe nobody except two people who are so "busy" at the back seats, taking advantage of the whole situation, that when they finally realise that the bus had broken down, it seemed as if they've just came out from a hot desert.
Who says the Government isn't helping in increasing the birth rate in Singapore?
This is what i call unlucky:I was given a complimentary ticket which enables me to have a free trip. As I mentioned earlier, my final stop was only a stop away from the stop which the bus had broken down. So, I ended up walking back home. That suits me fine. What made me nearly fume up is that the ticket is only applicable for today's usage. So home was my final destination, I've got nowhere else to go. And I'm left with $0.22 in my EZ-Link card. Ultimately, I "lost" the value of my card and didn't get to make use of the complimentary ticket. I intended to use it for tomorrow, when I have to go to the MRT station to top-up my card. But, the ticket expires today. And I didn't get the chance to refund my card value. Sigh. Just my luck.
But I found many sides of typical Singaporeans when I encountered this incident just now. Enjoy the different sides the nation and maybe yours in some of the "samples" below.
A tired lady from work:"Tch... (10 seconds later) Tch... (7 seconds later) Tch... (4 seconds later) Tch...
-She's the first, from the upper deck, to leave the bus eventually, leaving a strong lingering scent of her perfume in her trail.
A talk-a-lot-do-nothing passenger: "Eh, what happened ah? The bus tyre pancit ah? Very hot leh...no air-con some more. I pay so much get this kind of service. I late already you know! Haiya, useless SBS. Company so big yet the service so small. So ngiau...
-I've got no comment from this type of people. I ended up smiling to myself.
A student just came back from school, i presume: "......................................................................."
-He was so engrossed in watching the programme on TV Mobile that he didn't realise that he's been at the same bus stop since the last ten minutes.
A vain human being, who no doubt is a she: "....................................................................."
-She was speechless 'cause she's being a good listener to her beloved mp3 while powdering herself up, which inevitably made the quality of the air worse. Shucks!
Me? Well...I was literally the last person to alight from the bus, busy with my observations and my thoughts of writing this experience in my blog today. Was I a kaypo? Who cares? I guess nobody notice my presence anyway. Maybe nobody except two people who are so "busy" at the back seats, taking advantage of the whole situation, that when they finally realise that the bus had broken down, it seemed as if they've just came out from a hot desert.
Who says the Government isn't helping in increasing the birth rate in Singapore?
Monday, April 25, 2005
This issue has been in my heart for so long and finally I think I'll channel my view to this post for all to see. Quiet doesn't mean timid, holding back is not backing out.
For all that I know, money is what makes the world goes round. Who won't be happy if you're loaded with tons of cash. In Singapore, if you, either own the latest gadgets and stuffs OR able to have your meals at places like Swensen and Coffee Bean at a regular basis OR sport the latest fashion around, you are already considered as rich. But what irritates me is that people going around boasting about their "high standard of living" when it's not them who earn the money and indulge in these kind of life. It's not their sweat and hard work that enable them to have that stack of cash in their arms for them to sepnd lavishly. IT'S DEFINATELY NOT THEM! All they know is to ask their parents for money. Why? 'Cause they wanna buy something that they really want. And poof! The cash is in their hands and off they go to shop! Fine. I'm not jealous, why should I? But let that stinking attitude end there and then. Why must they go around telling other people that they already own this and that...blah blah blah. In the end, you'll just chuck these stuffs aside when you get something "better". You'll lose the sense of pride in the stuffs that you own, no doubt about that.
I'd definately be proud of something that I buy because I earn for it. Just depending on daily expenses that Mum gives and not spending on it just to save up means a meals of Maggi Mee and whatever I can find at home and not stepping out of the house at all. But at least I experience how difficult it is to earn money, not how easy to spend it. In my opinion, owning a handphone is already advantageous enough. It's okay if you wanna upgrade to a much better phone in terms of function and quality. Sadly, to buy new models just to keep "up-to-date " can be simply put as pathetic. And they will put up a show by calling or sms-ing somebody in front of their friends before a loud "Whoa......" echoes down the room. Smiling from one ear to the other, informing how expensive it is, the feeling of euphoria suddenly strike them while camouflaging the fact that they didn't earn the money by themselves.
F*** your damn big ego out of the window, man!
I'm alright with Singaporeans being generous, like how they highligted in the recent call for doantions for the tsunami victims. But Singaporeans being proud, sporting outlandish lifestyle when their source of income is just from their parents simply disgusts me. Get out of my sight, I don't want any contamination to eyes.
Editor's Note
If you think you're deeply hurt by the article mentioned as above, then I'm referring to people like you. But if you're not, then stay the way you are now. If you wanna hate me 'cause your conscience says that your ego has been dented by my words, I'd rather congratulate myself for accomplishing my mission rather than nurse your pain. Ultimately, I mentioned no one, nobody. So, don't be stuck in the child inside you. Grow up. Be a man.
For all that I know, money is what makes the world goes round. Who won't be happy if you're loaded with tons of cash. In Singapore, if you, either own the latest gadgets and stuffs OR able to have your meals at places like Swensen and Coffee Bean at a regular basis OR sport the latest fashion around, you are already considered as rich. But what irritates me is that people going around boasting about their "high standard of living" when it's not them who earn the money and indulge in these kind of life. It's not their sweat and hard work that enable them to have that stack of cash in their arms for them to sepnd lavishly. IT'S DEFINATELY NOT THEM! All they know is to ask their parents for money. Why? 'Cause they wanna buy something that they really want. And poof! The cash is in their hands and off they go to shop! Fine. I'm not jealous, why should I? But let that stinking attitude end there and then. Why must they go around telling other people that they already own this and that...blah blah blah. In the end, you'll just chuck these stuffs aside when you get something "better". You'll lose the sense of pride in the stuffs that you own, no doubt about that.
I'd definately be proud of something that I buy because I earn for it. Just depending on daily expenses that Mum gives and not spending on it just to save up means a meals of Maggi Mee and whatever I can find at home and not stepping out of the house at all. But at least I experience how difficult it is to earn money, not how easy to spend it. In my opinion, owning a handphone is already advantageous enough. It's okay if you wanna upgrade to a much better phone in terms of function and quality. Sadly, to buy new models just to keep "up-to-date " can be simply put as pathetic. And they will put up a show by calling or sms-ing somebody in front of their friends before a loud "Whoa......" echoes down the room. Smiling from one ear to the other, informing how expensive it is, the feeling of euphoria suddenly strike them while camouflaging the fact that they didn't earn the money by themselves.
F*** your damn big ego out of the window, man!
I'm alright with Singaporeans being generous, like how they highligted in the recent call for doantions for the tsunami victims. But Singaporeans being proud, sporting outlandish lifestyle when their source of income is just from their parents simply disgusts me. Get out of my sight, I don't want any contamination to eyes.
Editor's Note
If you think you're deeply hurt by the article mentioned as above, then I'm referring to people like you. But if you're not, then stay the way you are now. If you wanna hate me 'cause your conscience says that your ego has been dented by my words, I'd rather congratulate myself for accomplishing my mission rather than nurse your pain. Ultimately, I mentioned no one, nobody. So, don't be stuck in the child inside you. Grow up. Be a man.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
It was so damn scorchy today, if there's really a word like it. I can't really provide an explanation on how badly the colour black absorbs heat so well and yet that's the original colours of our hair. Somebody save me, please! Being a man, well not yet though, I brave through the heat and humidity as I walk towards the MENDAKI main branch in Bedok. Man...I don't care if people laugh at me at that point of time but I desperately needed an umbrella to shield myself! Alas, the feeling of an air-conditioned surrounding was somewhat better than sex, I suppose. Whatever the feeling is, I was just more than relieved to be in a sheltered place, away from the blazing sun.
Sweat all stuck to my body and I was feeling...ewww, yucks. All the perspiration made me feel wet and no, no...I wasn't feeling horny at all. Lucky for me, Mr. Deo was right on time to help me out. Just our luck to be right near to the Equator and thus receiving the most amount of sunlight in the day. Suddenly Geography irks me as I get to know the fate of our small island.
But hey, looking at the "brighter" side of the day, I discovered a great place to hang out, especially when night falls. It's located at Siglap. Don't ask me which part 'cause I didn't take notice of the road name. But it's just a strech of road with all the eateries found on one side of the road. Starbucks, KFC, McDonalds, Swensen, Coffee Club and many, many more. Yeah, you gotta fork out some cash around here but what's wrong indulging once in a while and getting to sepnd quality time with mates and soaking in the fabulous atmospehere.
Shucks, I'm so shagged today. Maybe the sun absorbed too much of my energy. So I think.......ZZzzz
Sweat all stuck to my body and I was feeling...ewww, yucks. All the perspiration made me feel wet and no, no...I wasn't feeling horny at all. Lucky for me, Mr. Deo was right on time to help me out. Just our luck to be right near to the Equator and thus receiving the most amount of sunlight in the day. Suddenly Geography irks me as I get to know the fate of our small island.
But hey, looking at the "brighter" side of the day, I discovered a great place to hang out, especially when night falls. It's located at Siglap. Don't ask me which part 'cause I didn't take notice of the road name. But it's just a strech of road with all the eateries found on one side of the road. Starbucks, KFC, McDonalds, Swensen, Coffee Club and many, many more. Yeah, you gotta fork out some cash around here but what's wrong indulging once in a while and getting to sepnd quality time with mates and soaking in the fabulous atmospehere.
Shucks, I'm so shagged today. Maybe the sun absorbed too much of my energy. So I think.......ZZzzz
Thursday, April 21, 2005
I really wonder something about girls sometimes. Not that they have what guys don't have, but it's more to their vanity. This is an issue which they think is normal for them as they are the fairer and less-physical sex but please, I really beg to differ. Beg to differ in a sense that their vanity seem to have no limits, not that there are metrosexuals out there who gave the word "man" a different meaning nowadays.
Take for instance the all-famous Neoprints. Inspired by the same old models who posed for numerous Neoprint machines which I've lost track of, local girls also seem to copy their poses when taking pictures of themselves. Enough if they stop at Neoprint machines, it's a mental torture when they carry these poses into their everyday photos. You know that puffing-of-the-cheeks pose, the "innocent looking" pose, the acting-blur-with-big-eyes pose. Oh man.. no wonder PM Lee says we have to re-invent ourselves. Can't locals just be locals and not "foreign" locals? I'm saddened by the creativity level of the young here. Their minds seem to be pre-occupied by the fight for freedom, following trends and gossips that lead to nowhere.
And oh, I almost forgot about the make-up. Almost forgotten till I saw a girl putting on tons of make-up on her face to doll herself up. Trimming and shaving eyebrows just to draw them back to make them longer and nicer, blushing the cheeks to make them rosy and just follow a few more steps and wa-lah! An Ayumi Hamsaki you will be, I hope. Sometimes, these girls are prettier than Barbie dolls I see in shelves of departmental stores. Well, it's up to you whether you wanna accept it as a compliment or insult. Make-up is essential in females but please, I've seen enough of badly done make-up to make this judgement of mine. Sometimes less is more and that natural beauty is what attracts the eyes of a beholder.
For those who are hurt by this post, I'm glad you've finally realise that it's YOU who irritates my eyes. For those who aren't, keep up the originality. It's hard not to let it die.
I really appreciate little stuffs more. Stuffs like being honest and respect. They are priceless compared to artificial beauty. True enough beauty is what captures the heart but it's the content of the heart that captures the true meaning of beauty.
In Singapore, there are approximately 1 million females. Half of them are married. For half of the remainder, they make up the club-goers, cash-spluring and high level of vanity ladies in the society. For the rest of the numbers, you just can't seem to find them easily in the roads of Singapore. Why? Cause they are always away from the limelight and are classified as the girl-next-door.
Take for instance the all-famous Neoprints. Inspired by the same old models who posed for numerous Neoprint machines which I've lost track of, local girls also seem to copy their poses when taking pictures of themselves. Enough if they stop at Neoprint machines, it's a mental torture when they carry these poses into their everyday photos. You know that puffing-of-the-cheeks pose, the "innocent looking" pose, the acting-blur-with-big-eyes pose. Oh man.. no wonder PM Lee says we have to re-invent ourselves. Can't locals just be locals and not "foreign" locals? I'm saddened by the creativity level of the young here. Their minds seem to be pre-occupied by the fight for freedom, following trends and gossips that lead to nowhere.
And oh, I almost forgot about the make-up. Almost forgotten till I saw a girl putting on tons of make-up on her face to doll herself up. Trimming and shaving eyebrows just to draw them back to make them longer and nicer, blushing the cheeks to make them rosy and just follow a few more steps and wa-lah! An Ayumi Hamsaki you will be, I hope. Sometimes, these girls are prettier than Barbie dolls I see in shelves of departmental stores. Well, it's up to you whether you wanna accept it as a compliment or insult. Make-up is essential in females but please, I've seen enough of badly done make-up to make this judgement of mine. Sometimes less is more and that natural beauty is what attracts the eyes of a beholder.
For those who are hurt by this post, I'm glad you've finally realise that it's YOU who irritates my eyes. For those who aren't, keep up the originality. It's hard not to let it die.
I really appreciate little stuffs more. Stuffs like being honest and respect. They are priceless compared to artificial beauty. True enough beauty is what captures the heart but it's the content of the heart that captures the true meaning of beauty.
In Singapore, there are approximately 1 million females. Half of them are married. For half of the remainder, they make up the club-goers, cash-spluring and high level of vanity ladies in the society. For the rest of the numbers, you just can't seem to find them easily in the roads of Singapore. Why? Cause they are always away from the limelight and are classified as the girl-next-door.
Monday, April 18, 2005
My bus ride was near perfect. Complete with strong air-conditioning and a nearly-empty bus, the temptation to catch a nap was simply irresistable. Then came the bumpy roads and a journey full of twists and turns, jerks and halts. Shucks. Dreams are really the oppostite of reality sometimes.
Poor Jiahong, he had to wait patiently for 2 agonisingly long hours for me to complete my enrolment. At least Cat waited to see my photo in my lanyard before "meowing" off to another place. Not that I'm feeling honoured, she just didn't have to wait THAT long. I truly take my hat off to my buddy for having a high level of tolerence and patience. I'm sure he's really tempted to get to know the freshies out there but can't seem to be able to do so as he had wait for ME. Chill dude...
The "photographer" was as fake. And I mean real fake. She said I look happy and the next person, nice. And the person was looking so reluctant, jokingly I'm not. I wonder if there's a script in her laptop somewhere where she compiled all the nice adjectives to bombard the freshies when the time came. Then there was an uncle sitting lonely at the last station, giving out our lanyards. He looked so bored and it turned me off. What more, he kept pointing to a piece of paper which I'm suppposed to show him. Why can't he just open his mouth and say something? Duh...
FO camps after FO camps. I didn't know there were a lot until I realised it was too late. I thought there's only one camp that all freshies need to attend. Luckily, I'm not that gullible to attend all the camps in the SP Student's Union. On the waiting list I was. Somehow, the Community Service and Cultural Club's FO camp manage to attract me. There, ten bucks flew off my wallet to pay for the "Last Caribbean". Surprisingly, the Sports Club was not sporty at all and the Current Affairs and Debating Club members didn't look a bit like debaters at all. They were inactive for someone in a Sports Club and damn "Ah-Beng" to be in the CADC respectively. Maybe looks aren't everything. But harshly speaking, that's how first impression works!
Finally, when I thought all was over and I eventually get to see my buddy's long lost face, I was being pulled in by the Malay Cultural Group. They actually send someone to ask me a dumb question that goes, "Are you a Malay?" Oh man, to fall for a damn stupid gimmick was bad enough. But I was polite enough to tell them the truth, in case they were doubting themselves.
Frankly, I thought "mat" and "minah" will occupy the campus, what more the club but once again rule #110 that goes "Don't judge the book by it's cover" puts me in the wrong. Friendly they were but their camp was the most expensive of all. Above all, I have to pay an extra $9 to get their club's polo tee. I guess it's down to the ratio problem. This too made me sat on the fence, citing 'doubtful' as the reason.
The enrolment in SP wasn't just an eye-opener for me. It made me realise that post-secondary school years were really different. And I really mean different. One more thing, Singapore isn't as expensive as what most are blindly nodding their heads about. My buddy spent a mere $1 for 45 minutes of entertainment and $6 odd for a filling lunch cum dinner. What entertainment you say? The arcade of course, that is if you're already a pro in a certain game. In fact, you can even make a person lose money in arcade. Now that's what I call true adrenalin rush.
My buddy must be smiling widely now if he managed to read all the way till this sentence here. I just hope he won't "thesis" me.
Poor Jiahong, he had to wait patiently for 2 agonisingly long hours for me to complete my enrolment. At least Cat waited to see my photo in my lanyard before "meowing" off to another place. Not that I'm feeling honoured, she just didn't have to wait THAT long. I truly take my hat off to my buddy for having a high level of tolerence and patience. I'm sure he's really tempted to get to know the freshies out there but can't seem to be able to do so as he had wait for ME. Chill dude...
The "photographer" was as fake. And I mean real fake. She said I look happy and the next person, nice. And the person was looking so reluctant, jokingly I'm not. I wonder if there's a script in her laptop somewhere where she compiled all the nice adjectives to bombard the freshies when the time came. Then there was an uncle sitting lonely at the last station, giving out our lanyards. He looked so bored and it turned me off. What more, he kept pointing to a piece of paper which I'm suppposed to show him. Why can't he just open his mouth and say something? Duh...
FO camps after FO camps. I didn't know there were a lot until I realised it was too late. I thought there's only one camp that all freshies need to attend. Luckily, I'm not that gullible to attend all the camps in the SP Student's Union. On the waiting list I was. Somehow, the Community Service and Cultural Club's FO camp manage to attract me. There, ten bucks flew off my wallet to pay for the "Last Caribbean". Surprisingly, the Sports Club was not sporty at all and the Current Affairs and Debating Club members didn't look a bit like debaters at all. They were inactive for someone in a Sports Club and damn "Ah-Beng" to be in the CADC respectively. Maybe looks aren't everything. But harshly speaking, that's how first impression works!
Finally, when I thought all was over and I eventually get to see my buddy's long lost face, I was being pulled in by the Malay Cultural Group. They actually send someone to ask me a dumb question that goes, "Are you a Malay?" Oh man, to fall for a damn stupid gimmick was bad enough. But I was polite enough to tell them the truth, in case they were doubting themselves.
Frankly, I thought "mat" and "minah" will occupy the campus, what more the club but once again rule #110 that goes "Don't judge the book by it's cover" puts me in the wrong. Friendly they were but their camp was the most expensive of all. Above all, I have to pay an extra $9 to get their club's polo tee. I guess it's down to the ratio problem. This too made me sat on the fence, citing 'doubtful' as the reason.
The enrolment in SP wasn't just an eye-opener for me. It made me realise that post-secondary school years were really different. And I really mean different. One more thing, Singapore isn't as expensive as what most are blindly nodding their heads about. My buddy spent a mere $1 for 45 minutes of entertainment and $6 odd for a filling lunch cum dinner. What entertainment you say? The arcade of course, that is if you're already a pro in a certain game. In fact, you can even make a person lose money in arcade. Now that's what I call true adrenalin rush.
My buddy must be smiling widely now if he managed to read all the way till this sentence here. I just hope he won't "thesis" me.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Today was a bitter-sweet day and of course, I would love to get into the sweeter things first before the bitter ones. In this sweet event, it also turned out to be bitter-sweet. Do I get your mind in confusion now? Well, allow me to do the rest...
My first time experience in volunteering today was conveniently held at the Al-Mutaqqin mosque in AMK. Perhaps MENDAKI wanted to make a good impression of itself. Nah...it was just purely coincedental. I made only one friend, while the rest were just aquaintances. This person whom made me a friend of hers was from an interesting background.
She's from the south of China, studying here in MDIS in a business line, is 24 years old and married. Sounds mundane, isn't it? Well, consider this. She took up volunteering just to feel the multi-racial feeling in Singapore and didn't know that MENDAKI is a malay-based organisation. Yet, she was smiley and sincerely happy helping out the MENDAKI staffs. Nevermind that she's a free-thinker. The different environment is more than enough to make her feel uncomfortable. Moreover, her husband is now in the States, studying in a business line too. So two very different people, one on each side of the globe, doing their part to keep their employability and experience high while trusting each other so much that neither of them will betray each other. In fact, this friend of mine by the name of Chloe Zeng, went back to China to get married while doing her studies here.
Sadly, she's quite disappointed. She was hoping to improve her English here but chances are rather slim. She even noted that Singaporeans have their own English, that's Singlish. How ashamed can you be Singaporeans?
Yet all seems lost for me when she just went off, citing the reason that she need to be back quickly. I "lost" a friend just like that. It was great exchanging thoughts and opinions with someone much more mature than you are though. Luckily for me, the kids that I took care of were there to lift up my mood. Their innocence and cuteness simply brought a smile to me. Certainly, volunteering is a great way to spend those "lazy" times by doing something beneficial to the community.
Most of the times you take, take and take. Still, you got to step back sometimes to give back something.
My first time experience in volunteering today was conveniently held at the Al-Mutaqqin mosque in AMK. Perhaps MENDAKI wanted to make a good impression of itself. Nah...it was just purely coincedental. I made only one friend, while the rest were just aquaintances. This person whom made me a friend of hers was from an interesting background.
She's from the south of China, studying here in MDIS in a business line, is 24 years old and married. Sounds mundane, isn't it? Well, consider this. She took up volunteering just to feel the multi-racial feeling in Singapore and didn't know that MENDAKI is a malay-based organisation. Yet, she was smiley and sincerely happy helping out the MENDAKI staffs. Nevermind that she's a free-thinker. The different environment is more than enough to make her feel uncomfortable. Moreover, her husband is now in the States, studying in a business line too. So two very different people, one on each side of the globe, doing their part to keep their employability and experience high while trusting each other so much that neither of them will betray each other. In fact, this friend of mine by the name of Chloe Zeng, went back to China to get married while doing her studies here.
Sadly, she's quite disappointed. She was hoping to improve her English here but chances are rather slim. She even noted that Singaporeans have their own English, that's Singlish. How ashamed can you be Singaporeans?
Yet all seems lost for me when she just went off, citing the reason that she need to be back quickly. I "lost" a friend just like that. It was great exchanging thoughts and opinions with someone much more mature than you are though. Luckily for me, the kids that I took care of were there to lift up my mood. Their innocence and cuteness simply brought a smile to me. Certainly, volunteering is a great way to spend those "lazy" times by doing something beneficial to the community.
Most of the times you take, take and take. Still, you got to step back sometimes to give back something.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
The moment I stepped out from the lift at Woodlands Civic Centre, Level 4, I saw a long queue presented to my eyes. No, I'm not that dumb to go all the way to the front of the queue to know where it's leading to. No doubt it's the SATA Clinic. It nearly gave me an impression that a new 4D booth has just been opened there. The queue snaked so far that it made me came back again at around 4.30pm just for my medical check up.
That's one issue.The queue.
Then came the X-ray. The girls were made to wear robes. And just as I guessed, they were constantly holding the top part of the cloth just in case their assets were far too heavy for the already-tightly-tied robes. And then came a scene whereby it almost stimulated me. I was made to take off my shirt in the dimly lit room. The breeze from the air-condition was perfect. Out of nowhere, a deep and sexy voice ordered me to lean my body against a piece of metal and put my arms around it. It was a virgin feeling of my nipples touching a piece of cold metal. I thought it was a new method that the Government implemented to boost our sex life so as to increase the number of babies born.
But I think too soon. Before I could feel myself, the voice sounded again. "It's over." Still in amazement, I stepped out of the room, luckily still in a state of sanity to put my shirt back on. There I watch the next victim going into the room, about to experience the same thing but many with a different effect.
That's another issue.The X-ray.
The urine test was next. It was a breeze for me, at least the first time. Yeah, they did made me do the second time. Oh man, how am I going to squeeze my juices out for the second time in less than half an hour without even having any liquid entering my body after the first time? But me being me, still managed to let out a tiny weeny bit that was just enough for the nurses to do the tests on my urine. I think they used my first sample for their extensive researches. Perhaps they found me too cocky during the other check-up stations.
That's the urine test.
I met this devout Christian by the name of Gerald. Since I admitted that I'm open about sensitive issue such as religion, he kept bombarding me with Jesus Christ and his resurrection and how his blood covered Christians so that God see them as pure creatures. No surprise.He's involved in an organisation, spreading Christianity and revealing the real truth behind it. I'm not damning him. Instead, I'm thanking him for filling up my waiting time with something educational. Nice guy, yet not annoying, with a tinge of fluent English usage and accent.
Hope to meet him back in SP though he's in the Aerospace course. But he's not lame! How? Maybe I've not seen the "best" of him.
What a day. A very nice day for me, no doubt.
That's one issue.The queue.
Then came the X-ray. The girls were made to wear robes. And just as I guessed, they were constantly holding the top part of the cloth just in case their assets were far too heavy for the already-tightly-tied robes. And then came a scene whereby it almost stimulated me. I was made to take off my shirt in the dimly lit room. The breeze from the air-condition was perfect. Out of nowhere, a deep and sexy voice ordered me to lean my body against a piece of metal and put my arms around it. It was a virgin feeling of my nipples touching a piece of cold metal. I thought it was a new method that the Government implemented to boost our sex life so as to increase the number of babies born.
But I think too soon. Before I could feel myself, the voice sounded again. "It's over." Still in amazement, I stepped out of the room, luckily still in a state of sanity to put my shirt back on. There I watch the next victim going into the room, about to experience the same thing but many with a different effect.
That's another issue.The X-ray.
The urine test was next. It was a breeze for me, at least the first time. Yeah, they did made me do the second time. Oh man, how am I going to squeeze my juices out for the second time in less than half an hour without even having any liquid entering my body after the first time? But me being me, still managed to let out a tiny weeny bit that was just enough for the nurses to do the tests on my urine. I think they used my first sample for their extensive researches. Perhaps they found me too cocky during the other check-up stations.
That's the urine test.
I met this devout Christian by the name of Gerald. Since I admitted that I'm open about sensitive issue such as religion, he kept bombarding me with Jesus Christ and his resurrection and how his blood covered Christians so that God see them as pure creatures. No surprise.He's involved in an organisation, spreading Christianity and revealing the real truth behind it. I'm not damning him. Instead, I'm thanking him for filling up my waiting time with something educational. Nice guy, yet not annoying, with a tinge of fluent English usage and accent.
Hope to meet him back in SP though he's in the Aerospace course. But he's not lame! How? Maybe I've not seen the "best" of him.
What a day. A very nice day for me, no doubt.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Living in Singapore is not as bad as what many thought it may be. We've got a "clean" government, no lack of facilities available to keep us a neck above our neighbours economically and technologically and an education system that is the envy of many countries. Yet here I am, grumbling and complaining about my life in this clean and green country. What the...am I too greedy or am I not opening my eyes big enough to see the piece of land that SM LKY literally developed? Actually, it's more of Singapore being a "fine" city.
Everywhere you go, you'll see rules. In the MRT, at your void deck, all around hawker centres, not to mention the toilet. You see, even when I'm negotiaiting a business deal, I can't seem to take my eyes off posters and signs that "educates" me on being more obedient, courteous or polite. The consequences are, my money's gonna be channelled to the Government'd fund. From there, the Government will use the money to create more world-class facilities for the benefit of the nation. NOT! Are Singaporeans that forgetful and brainless all the time? What does this show about our education system? Being the envy of others? Oh please...God have mercy on me.
And by the time your coffin lay to rest in the Earth, you'll realise that you've contributed more than half of your life savings to the Government. Taxes, fines, etc. What the heck.
All the talk of the nation not being creative is definately true. What do you expect us to do to widen our horizon or add more creative juices to our brain? Graffiti is very much hatred to youngsters in the eye of the law. BMX, skateboarding and roller-blading are very much restricted to the youth park and no where else better. And soccer training is best at the void decks, believe me, especially in the early stages of a kid. Yet, the demand for world-class atheletes and participation in events such as the X-Games are widely encouraged. C'mon, even geniuses have to have a platform to practice and hone their skills!
It's okay, let us excel in the game of catching and rounders. We will win colouring contests and be the champion of "three blind mice". Like how me and many of my fellow friends who have to follow our PE teacher's way of conducting his PE lessons, following the MOE's syallbus. Yeah, right. Go on and play frisbee and powerball.
Please Dr Vivian Balakrishnan, change the mindset of the Government. You are our only hope. I hope.
Everywhere you go, you'll see rules. In the MRT, at your void deck, all around hawker centres, not to mention the toilet. You see, even when I'm negotiaiting a business deal, I can't seem to take my eyes off posters and signs that "educates" me on being more obedient, courteous or polite. The consequences are, my money's gonna be channelled to the Government'd fund. From there, the Government will use the money to create more world-class facilities for the benefit of the nation. NOT! Are Singaporeans that forgetful and brainless all the time? What does this show about our education system? Being the envy of others? Oh please...God have mercy on me.
And by the time your coffin lay to rest in the Earth, you'll realise that you've contributed more than half of your life savings to the Government. Taxes, fines, etc. What the heck.
All the talk of the nation not being creative is definately true. What do you expect us to do to widen our horizon or add more creative juices to our brain? Graffiti is very much hatred to youngsters in the eye of the law. BMX, skateboarding and roller-blading are very much restricted to the youth park and no where else better. And soccer training is best at the void decks, believe me, especially in the early stages of a kid. Yet, the demand for world-class atheletes and participation in events such as the X-Games are widely encouraged. C'mon, even geniuses have to have a platform to practice and hone their skills!
It's okay, let us excel in the game of catching and rounders. We will win colouring contests and be the champion of "three blind mice". Like how me and many of my fellow friends who have to follow our PE teacher's way of conducting his PE lessons, following the MOE's syallbus. Yeah, right. Go on and play frisbee and powerball.
Please Dr Vivian Balakrishnan, change the mindset of the Government. You are our only hope. I hope.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
I'm feeling so damn freaking low now that I can just go into kamikaze mode to satisfy my thirst of being alone and free. I'm beginning to feel that my life has suddenly become meaningless and without any purpose at all. How will I ever get out of this mess?
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
I've lost the true meaning of respect, in fact I realised that freedom has yet to be exercised fully even in a democratic world that we live in today. I'm not able sleep peacefully at night, whatmore contine my life as a human being in broad daylight. I seem out of sorts, rotting at home, doing daily chores and carrying out my responsibilities as a child and brother.
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over
I gotta a job man, I'm just hanging on my mum's wages that can barely cover the family's expenses. Darn, I'm no rich kid whose dad owns his very own business. In fact I ain't have any dad, literally.
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding?
Bleagh...I'm in no mood. What a day, what a life I've gotta lead.
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
I've lost the true meaning of respect, in fact I realised that freedom has yet to be exercised fully even in a democratic world that we live in today. I'm not able sleep peacefully at night, whatmore contine my life as a human being in broad daylight. I seem out of sorts, rotting at home, doing daily chores and carrying out my responsibilities as a child and brother.
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over
I gotta a job man, I'm just hanging on my mum's wages that can barely cover the family's expenses. Darn, I'm no rich kid whose dad owns his very own business. In fact I ain't have any dad, literally.
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding?
Bleagh...I'm in no mood. What a day, what a life I've gotta lead.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Let me guess, the audience present tonight at the Miss Singapore Universe were all paid a sum of money to fill up the seats in the Caldecott Hill Broadcast Centre, right? If not, why were they so lukewarm in their responses? CEOs, managers, top position holders in well-established companies and MNCs. So what? You can't even show your appreciation to your own country's representative that's going to an international pageant to carry Singapore's name to the eyes of the world. I know, I can understand them. There were none that's eye-catching or really stood out from the rest among the top 18 finalists. I mean, I walk down Orchard Road everytime and I see pretty, sexy and atractive ladies sashaying themselves in and out of Louis Vutton, MNG and many other established and famous shops. And you say inner beauty worth more than the outer skin? I'm pretty confident that there are a handful out of the hundreds, that i mentioned above, that will make the mark.Yet, you give us the top 18 than I think an "apek" in a coffeshop will normally wolf-whistle at. Yeah, their standards are that low.
Enough of the MSU issue, I'm already turned off by the judge from America's Next Top Model. Luckily locals like Mark Lee and Gurmit Singh are there to be the only bright spot of the otherwise boring and blunt pageant. At least their informality and spontaneous actions can bring some laughter to the audiences in tne studio and at home. The chemistry between them were pretty evident tonight. Thanks Mr Phua Chu Kang and Mr Lee Tok Kong!
Rewind to the earlier part of the day, my friends and I were weighing the options of Playing LAN gaming and arcade when the thought of pool struck out minds. Hmmm..I didn't know the snookerium beside BREEKS! at AMK Central was better than K-POOL. Infact, I think it's the best in AMK. I always thought it was a "bad" place and have a negative impression on it. But surprise, surprise! The atmosphere was great, complete with arcade, music, pool and billard tables and a screening of magic shows or snooker games featuring the likes of legendary snooker player Jimmy White. The fun lasted for 2 hours and we played in pairs, competing against each other.
Lady Luck was clearly not smiling at me today. I had the chance to kill off the game but the white ball went in together with the black one, getting free balls but they didn't seem to be too happy entering the pockets. I felt like a sore loser today but nevermind, it was one of those days. Maybe it's part of the learning cruve for me. I'll be back with a vengence, well I hope so.
Enough of the MSU issue, I'm already turned off by the judge from America's Next Top Model. Luckily locals like Mark Lee and Gurmit Singh are there to be the only bright spot of the otherwise boring and blunt pageant. At least their informality and spontaneous actions can bring some laughter to the audiences in tne studio and at home. The chemistry between them were pretty evident tonight. Thanks Mr Phua Chu Kang and Mr Lee Tok Kong!
Rewind to the earlier part of the day, my friends and I were weighing the options of Playing LAN gaming and arcade when the thought of pool struck out minds. Hmmm..I didn't know the snookerium beside BREEKS! at AMK Central was better than K-POOL. Infact, I think it's the best in AMK. I always thought it was a "bad" place and have a negative impression on it. But surprise, surprise! The atmosphere was great, complete with arcade, music, pool and billard tables and a screening of magic shows or snooker games featuring the likes of legendary snooker player Jimmy White. The fun lasted for 2 hours and we played in pairs, competing against each other.
Lady Luck was clearly not smiling at me today. I had the chance to kill off the game but the white ball went in together with the black one, getting free balls but they didn't seem to be too happy entering the pockets. I felt like a sore loser today but nevermind, it was one of those days. Maybe it's part of the learning cruve for me. I'll be back with a vengence, well I hope so.
Friday, April 01, 2005
I just found out something about one of my uncles today, something that will change my thinking of him forever. Other than getting to know of his brand new car, which I should say travel much more smoother on the roads and has a stronger air-condition, I didn't realise that he is a well-respected person in the music industry. Well, perhaps not generally in the WHOLE industry but maybe in those regarding concert and military bands. Be warned:he's one of the judges in this year's SYF for Concert Bands. For all I know, all these while he's active in band during his heydays, being in band from primary school up to his police force years. A conductor he never was, or maybe I didn't know if he was, but yet he's invited to be one of the judges, up there with established composers and musicians. What qualifications does he possess that it was so well-kept until I didn't know till he talked about the topic randomly?
Another thing about him is that, he's "close" to the Singapore Idol, Taufik Batisah. Yeah, heard him call this SI champ in person from his handphone to ask about some tickets issue regarding his concert. Wait. Am I dreaming or what? All these while, girls go gaga over him and I don't. However, I do feel the urge to meet or greet him in person though I've never gone to such great extents that teens do back then. Yet, my dreams can be a reality with just a phonecall away? Wait a minute, who is this uncle of mine? How come I didn't know anything about his "superstar" status all these 16 odd years?
Funny isn't it, how life operates? Such unpredictable twists, unexpected truths. Life is always full of surprises. It's just waiting for the right time to scare the wits out of you. Never underestimate the power of chance.
Another thing about him is that, he's "close" to the Singapore Idol, Taufik Batisah. Yeah, heard him call this SI champ in person from his handphone to ask about some tickets issue regarding his concert. Wait. Am I dreaming or what? All these while, girls go gaga over him and I don't. However, I do feel the urge to meet or greet him in person though I've never gone to such great extents that teens do back then. Yet, my dreams can be a reality with just a phonecall away? Wait a minute, who is this uncle of mine? How come I didn't know anything about his "superstar" status all these 16 odd years?
Funny isn't it, how life operates? Such unpredictable twists, unexpected truths. Life is always full of surprises. It's just waiting for the right time to scare the wits out of you. Never underestimate the power of chance.