its that brand new ****! presents...

Junebug

2009-06-01T08:51:00.002+08:00

So here I am in school on a Monday, wondering whatever happened to the word, holiday.

To kids, holidays mean extra lessons, for the unlucky sobs like myself who have to come in to work during the holidays, well..what holiday? I have to admit I was harbouring some pretty unrealistic expectations that if the kids aren't coming in for classes, I could just chill out one corner drink kopi or something.

Alas, although not quite impossible, one has to keep up with appearances in these parts. Makes me sad when I think of it. Whatever possessed me to believe that a school is hallowed ground obviously was trying to mislead me. I know any workplace in the world has its fair share of politics, but maybe I was too naive in thinking that perhaps, just perhaps, such a thing will not happen in a school. Makes me sick really.

Sure there are nice teachers who focus on building these kids up. But the ones that go to lengths to sully their colleagues' reputations or be the principal's pet are what peeves me the most. "Trying to make a name for themselves", is what my colleague tells me. Sure, I'm sure after the principal gives you a pat on the head and a biscuit he's gonna give you a raise or something. Honestly, grow up.

You're an adult, teaching primary school students, acting like a secondary school delinquent. Maybe I expected too much for people to act like human beings.

Otherwise, the weekend was a blast. Awesthome, babe.

Tschus.

money lei...

2009-05-25T22:58:00.002+08:00

oh, how long i have waited
my breath i've held and bated
too many days as a pauper i've hated
this feeling of joy, belated

my bank account longs to be satiated
for God knows, how long i have waited
to save up for the future i've painted
or that new Wr250R i've coveted

gaaahhh pay come soon leiii

Sit Down! Keep Quiet!

2009-05-22T11:01:00.002+08:00

that seems to be the only words I ever use nowadays. honestly, kids nowadays tak makan saman sei.. and raising your voice doesn't help coz it's just so easy to get drowned out or be tuned out.

not proud to say that i've dished out some punishment to the little runts. but it was so damn gratifying. and i barely managed to avoid swearing at them. phew.. that woulda really gotten me in trouble, considering a colleague of mine is out to sully my reputation. what an asshole.

I really don't get it. I know that politics and shit happens in any work place, but i find it ridiculous if full grown adults, in a school, of all places, are playing the telling game and wanna badmouth each other. ridiculous. you don't even get brownie points for sucking up sei. in the end you still get paid what you signed for, so why the hating?

but i guess, and i thank God, i finally got a job that pays more than my last. HAH! so so looking forward to getting my pay this thursday... but i have a lot of things to pay off first.. namely,

1) $100 to mum, (on second thought, i'll just give her $50)
2) $300 for a bloody NEA fine.
3) $100 for bike installment
4) $48 for a new leather strap for my watch

sigh..money easy come easy go eh..but at least it'll be nice knowing you have some money tucked away somewhere. I just might open up a second bank account for some serious saving. belum apa2 dah angan2 nak belik motor baru lah...kereta lah..rumah lah.. heee..

i don't wanna live just for the weekend..

love you babe

tschus.

my engrish not so good

2009-02-11T20:21:00.002+08:00

i'll admit.

i've always thought of my writing skills as somewhat above average. at least where grammer and sentence structure is concerned.

but as of late, i find my writing skills in wanting. i'm beginning to doubt my abilities as a wordsmith, considering i can't even beat her in a game of scrabble. for the record babe, i really did bingo that tzarina without an anagram generator. truth.

and considering the fact that i'm looking to build a career for myself with writing as my bread and marmite. (attempt to be funny flawed again)

i'm in class now, ASZ220 - Professional English Writing. tardy bugger that i am, i arrived half an hour late, sitting myself into the welcomed sanctity of the back row.

i'm not as sharp, writing-wise, as i used to be. i realise i might not have been the sharpest quill on a peacock's backside back in poly, but i do believe that i could write with a lil more..for lack of a better word, oomph.

well, at least i'm not as self-absorbed as..well..some people.

it has always been my principle, policy, creedo, whatever...to write in a very straight, concise manner akin to journalistic writing. i scoff at people who try to write too abstract a prose. to me, skill in writing doesn't come from the befuddling attempt at bombastically scattering abstract ideas to decorate a death by vocabulary piece. writing is like cooking - you don't plop entire truffles into your dish.

learnt a new term from my lecturer for this. fudging up an article. i love it.

tschus.

filter out the noise

2009-01-21T02:14:00.004+08:00

decided to be a mechanic for a day. there's just something about taking something apart and putting it back together that really excites me. to be able to see and understand the inner workings of anything mechanical, electrical or electronic is a real treat for me. i think i'm in the wrong education path, heh.

explains why i get excited looking at bare motherboards at sim lim.

back to playing mechanic, i've been wanting to do my own bike up for the longest time but i never had the know-how or tools. until now ah. and by that i'm not saying that i'm damn pro in tweaking bikes, but i believe there's a sense of satisfaction to be found in being able to clean and repair your own bike.

it makes a lot of sense money-wise too, by buying a can of carb cleaning solution you can practically clean your carb more times than it costs to get it done at a shop. i know a lotta guys are nervous about mucking around with their bikes especially on sensitive parts like the carb and brakes coz its dangerous if anything cocks up. but just like a good friend of mine says, mau berani je beb.

managed to set aside a day for myself to finally take my bike apart. this time i managed to strip it down and remove the fuel tank, the furthest i've ever gone. of course i wouldn't have the cajones to do it myself if i hadn't seen the mechanic do it for myself.

after all that work and struggling with the parts, i realised that the threads on the screws i needed to remove to detach my carb were worn out from the last trip to the shop. bugger. there went my high hopes of being able to clean my carb. but i guess it was a blessing in disguise, because i only had an outdated manual and my own fucked up memory to guide me through the process of putting the carb back together. so i decided to clean the air filter instead. a fairly simple process if the youtube videos i've watched are made to believe.

the air filter's job is to well, as the name suggests, is this sponge-like bra-cup looking thingy which filters out dust and dirt to channel clean air into the carb which in turn does this air/fuel mixture which allows for combustion in the main engine block. if dirt finds its way into the engine, there's a good chance its gonna fuck up your piston, cylinders and what not.

in a nut-shell clean air, good. dirty air, bad.

so this is my air filter after i took it outta my bike. you can see all the crud that's collected on it after several off-road sessions. i love my cam's macro.

after enough gawking at the dirt on the filter, i took the filter apart for easier cleaning. for this filter all i had to do was remove the screw and washer, followed by the foam filter and the black thingy inside it which i guess, gives it its shape. the piece on the extreme left is the filter holder which allows you to slide it into place in the bike's air box.

the next step was the cleaning. i got out mum's lil basin. she uses this to marinate chicken. i hope to God she never uses it again.

anyways, i applied this air filter cleaner liberally onto the foam filter and used my hands to work it through the foam material, making sure to get it inside out. the cleaner's from PJ1, but i guess you could use any good water-based degreaser if you can find it. the solution strips the foam of oil, grime and dirt.

left it for about 15 mins for the degreaser to do its thing.

and tadaaaa...washed it off with a lil soap and water and its as good as new! i was beaming when i took these shots. satisfaction babe.

hung it out to dry so that i could re-oil them later. yes, i think i'm misusing my home stuff.

didn't manage to take pics of the next few things i did coz i had to rush off for work, but basically what i did was, once the bugger dried i sprayed the foam filter liberally with foam filter oil, also from PJ1. like the degreaser, i had to work the oil thru the foam with my hands to make sure that every inch of it was covered in the good stuff.

again, left it to set for about 15 mins, which allowed the oil to fully penetrate the foam and set to become tacky. i also squeezed out any excess oil coz i didn't want the oil to bog the intake. after it had set, it was a simple matter of putting everything back in reverse. luckily, i remembered to apply some of the oil onto the foam part of the holder.

my bike is now more power.. today, air filter. tomorrow, carb! chehhhhh...

i seriously can't sleep. love you babe.

tschus

time is never time at all

2009-01-18T01:33:00.002+08:00

whatever that means.

just came back from aranda in pasir ris. an old friend from t coy was having a 21st chalet there. apparently all the specs and officers from t coy were invited. didn't wanna go at first. but in the end, i didn't wanna be that guy who always comes up with excuses to not join gatherings. plus zul came back from oz, so it wasn't a wasted trip after all.

meeting up with adam at 9 later. gonna watch an mx race at the tuas track. then i'm meeting babes after she's done with her driving lessons. my lil speed demon, this one. she couldn't postpone her lesson, otherwise i would have taken her to the race. sometimes i wonder if i'm smothering her with too much bike stuff, so i do consciously try to curb the impulse to rattle on about them. one damaged ear membrane is enough already, heh. i kid, dear.

i've been bugged by this nagging feeling nowadays. there're so many things i wanna do, spend more time with her, ride off-road, do my bike, catch up on reading, get back on track with training, work, study, blahblahblah...but i can only do so much in one day. as it is for this entire month i'm working straight afternoons. ending work at 10 doesn't do shit for your social life.

so i end up trying to cram as much as i can out of the time that i don't spend sleeping. it hasn't been fair to her, i admit. but i'm trying, even if it is just a quick lunch before work. that's my only true regret, really - not being able to spend enough time with her. i don't feel obligated to, i truly want to. and during the times that i decide to choose another activity, i feel bad. maybe i should forgo sleep.

it's funny sometimes when i think about it, that despite seeing her almost everyday for the past decade, i still can't get enough of her. even when i drive, my hand's on the other seat like i always do when she rides shotgun, trying to feel her when she's not there. i'm trying to get a job where she's working, just to be able to hang out with her more.

i have a problem, i know. hahaha i can't help it, i'm totally obsessesed with her.

looking forward for morning to come. i'll milk the day for all its worth.

love you.

tschus.

yawn...

2008-12-05T10:43:00.002+08:00

the mac at work's fucking up the layout of hotmail and blogger. but i guess writing a few emails and this still isn't impossible.

speaking of mac, i understand if a person prefers to work with one OS over the other, say... Mac over Windows? but what i don't get is the snobbery from Mac users who completely put down and berate the Windows system.

come on...windows so bad meh... at least more functional than mac what. mac also got its uses lah but doesn't mean its a do-all system per..

and death to whoever jumps on the mac-wagon for the sake of coolness.

so the new work schedule for this month just came out. surprised to find out that my pleas for a 5 day work week have been answered. in the end i was planned for a three day work week. i love the idea of free time, but a lil too much free time for me means too much time idling. i know i can spend those off days contructively ah, with her, gym, riding. but knowing me i'd probably be bumming my ass off at home doing shit. plus lesser working days = lesser pay. such is the dilemma of the retail part-timer. so i made a few amendments, chose to work a few extra days and taking off whenever it's convenient. now to scheme on how i can escape this saturday from working...hmmmm

miss you babe. tgif.

tschus

new template

2008-12-03T01:18:00.001+08:00

i realise my choice of a preset template is far from being creative.

but i like it.

mum's the word

2008-12-03T00:56:00.003+08:00

it's rare for me to hear my mum showing her support for the things i like. in this case, it's the bike stuff. just recently i decided to show her the new, souped up WR250R on the com. she was hanging around my room asking for help on a lil how-to with her digicam.

so i took the opportunity to show her the new bike. and quick fingers quickly directed her attention to videos on youtube showing the bike in action. i wasn't really looking for her opinion. i like the bike, no matter what people say. i just wanted some support. which honestly is hard to come by especially from mum. she didn't expressly approve, but she didn't disapprove either. nor was she indifferent. she didn't understand why i would want to mess up my bike, take it into the forest or cake it in mud. or when i showed her the boots i wanted to get, that i wanted it in white instead of a more dirt-friendly black. it's alright if she doesn't understand.

but she wasn't indifferent. and she didn't expressly disapprove. she even gave some input over which colour was nicer for the boots. to me, this meant a lot. the support. the acceptance.

fuck, i sound like a typical casefile of a guy who lacked some sorta backing from his parents growing up. i assure myself this is not the case.

we just don't see things eye to eye sometimes.

tschus.

let's let it all out

2008-11-07T14:40:00.003+08:00

yes please, let's let it all out. just like your granny's raisin titties on a sunny day.

it seems as of late we've been bitchin about a lotta things. but that's really because we feel certain things have just gotten beyond the point of being absolutely absurd.

besides that tho life's been pretty peachy i guess. i'm handling school ok, the self-studying system has been a joy and a bane for me. settled into work just fine. its nice to have some income flowing into my accounts every month. the flexibility of both work and school has also proven to be quite advantageous. i'm taking time off from work for the better part of the month to prep for the exams. then we're going for a short, well-deserved trip to kl. well, well-deserved for her at least. heh

i'm so so fixated about getting my mx gear. i don't know why. single-child syndrome of the me-wants acting up again at a later age perhaps. but i keep going back and forth magazines, websites, calculating shipping costs, back and forth on purchase decisions for some things which i quite practically can do without.

but me waaaannttss... i know i should be saving up and stuff, but i've been wanting to get my gear for quite a while. maybe its because i don't want this infatuation i have with riding to die off, like a lot of other things i've neglected or lost interest in.

i really really love riding. i love going off-road. even if i have only gone and scrapped around for a grand total of twice, i still love it. i want to make riding off-road more than just an interest. i want to make it a passion. but all this waiting's just turning me into a kid with ADD. been putting off getting my stuff for a bit coz i had to pay for other stuff. plus the cousin hasn't gotten his license or bike yet. and the off-road buddy hasn't fixed his bike up either.

and i stilllll want my stufffff.. aaaarrgghhh... spoilt single child that i am. patience, lardo.

the folks are off to jakarta for a friend's wedding. aunty nok and fam went along too. the only reason i can type this from the comfort of my own home is because i have exam papers next week. and i'm not thru studying yet.

KL next week. woohooo!!!

love you babe. slumber party.

tschus.

i'll run

2008-10-16T23:19:00.002+08:00

nice song from the cab, by the way

decided to put on my running shoes and save em from being obsolete by having a nice night run.

i feel like crap hahahah

its been a while since i felt stitches. stitches are like old friends, when you've been away for a while they can't help but mob you.

and damn, stitches in my shoulder blade? c'mon...

then again i was guilty of not warming up properly prior to the run. *slaps wrist* ouch.

decided to run with some music. so i borrowed dad's mp3 player coz his is the small, flash memory type that hardly weighs anything. which was a much better idea than lugging around my zen. i can't stand wearing a watch much less bring along something that'll bounce around in my pockets while i sweat like a greased up pig in a redneck festival.

the running wasn't bad. my legs and ticker were still good but my lungs had a hard time keeping up. it was like trying to breathe through a burqa, but i guess i managed. went around the neighbourhood so i think i managed at least a decent 3 km.

or maybe 2, i'm just giving myself a lil too much credit.

not being able to run or train as often as i want is a real bummer. what with work and all. work's been great. i get peeved by customers asking stupid questions every now and then, but i guess apart from that and being underpaid i enjoy what i'm doing right now. it helps if you have colleagues who you can bitch about work with, heh.

besides that i'm really looking forward to this saturday. and for my orders to arrive. sweeeettt...

i miss you babe. good luck for tml.

tschus.

2008-09-20T23:30:00.002+08:00

i ruined today. maybe even tml.

i would've done anything to make it work.

and yet, we are all left disappointed.

any time lost with you is nothing we can regain.

so why shouldn't we be headstrong to see thru that we get what we want? what we have been yearning for all the while.

if i am upset its because i'm angry at myself. for letting you down.

in the end, you know that nothings else matters but you.

happy anniversary.

shall we dense?

2008-09-14T13:03:00.002+08:00

tonight we dense.

:)

i'm glad if you understood the joke. if not, it's ok. i'm blogging from work right now. i'm currently under the employ of an aussie surf brand whose name is based on a bull-horn lake found in it's country.

things are ok i guess. i just received half a month's pay last week, for having started work only mid last month. the pay's not exactly something one can survive on, but hey, its an honest job manipulating the needs and wants of customers. right now i'm contemplating changing my status from part to full-time. the latter, of course would mean benefits plus a slightly higher take home. still contemplating. maybe i should give it a few more months.

made fast friends with the people here. and enemies. hahah well, not exactly. just a typical list of people who irritate you at work. like say, the annoying supervisor who thinks he's the best thing in retail, and the irritating aunty who thinks that she knows best. *roll eyes*

anyways.. my bike's fine now. just had it serviced a few days ago. and just yesterday, i was schooled by the mechanic. i had some problems while riding the bike after i picked it up from the shop. couldn't bring it up to speeds higher that 80. so i gave him a call and decided to swing by after class (ditched it after break, too boring) to find out what the prob was. the mechanic took my bike and blasted off. no, really. he did. i guessed he went round the block coz he was gone for a bit. then i heard a loud noise and honestly i thought it was a souped up bike. kiwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkk rupernyer it was my bike sia! the bugger mechanic zipped past the small, narrow alley in like, 100km/h. freaking hell. powerslided to a stop and asked me what that prob with my bike was. seriously, felt like such a noob. and i'm taking off my p plate this dec. ahak. apparently its the way i ride. and this is the advice he gave me:

"awak punya motor ah, itu racing punya motor tau. lu bawak macam ninja turtle mana boleh! lu kena bawak power sikit ah, cam power ranger tau? jangan cam ninja turtle, mau macam power ranger, ok?"

uhhh..ok..

so i did. and HOLY SHIT. i experienced power delivery from my bike like never sia. sure, it climbed to 100 with the way he told me to, but the acceleration and torque was so powerful i was thrown aback a few times. and my left hand was totally numb. sheeesh.. now i'm finally understanding the true power of my bike. wahooooooo....

back to work. dense tonight.

tschus.

love you babe.

they took our jjjeeeeaaaabbbsss

2008-08-14T12:46:00.002+08:00

a southpark reference. please ignore.

and on the contrary, nobody's taken my job. infact, i have a job.

i HAVE a job!

man. finally. months of searching and finally, i have some source of income trickling into my bank account. the pay's modest. but more than what i used to get from the army, which kinda makes it the highest pay per month i've ever received. heh..kinda pathetic if you think about it. but hey, i'm not expecting a diploma holder's salary for retail. its something for a lil savings and pocket money anyway. and yes, fuel for my bike. speaking of which, my work place is damn bleeding near to the bukit merah workshops. wooohoooo.. gaji masok je tros service moto kaperrr.. hahah in fact before my first day, which was yest, i went to pang's to do a lil tweaking on my bike. past few days the power's been going on and off and i suspected it was the 2t flow. so when i went there the guy told me that it might be my 2t pump, and replacing it would set me back like a 100 bucks. sheesh. so, whatever, i told him to replace my headlight bulb coz it blows way too often. after gedebak gedebuk i went off and not even a 100 metres away my headlight dies and my engine goes all sluggish again.

in my mind i was like, fuck lah 100 bucks then 100 bucks lor. better than a small problem become a even bigger (and expensive) problem. so i crawled back to the workshop and told the guy what was happening. finally, the guy muled and told me that my cdi might be wonky. huh? company duty instructor kaper... hahah

naw, ok, from what i understand this cdi is a sorta electrical rectifier which controls the electrical components and fuel intakes of the bike. sorta like a mini processor. apparently most bikes have it. and as the owner told me, "tu cdi cam otaknyer moto kau". which would probably explain why my bike has been so retarded for the past few days ah.

anyways, work. retail hours, standing, greeting customers, helping them find shit, arranging clothes, pretty simple stuff ah if you think about it. but my knees and my back were so so tired.. aiyoh.. wrapped up at 10 last night. came back home and slept at 2. arrgrh.

i'm glad i'm working and all..
but i'm afraid it'll take up too much of my time.
and i'm schoolin
and i wanna be with you.

tschus

olympian effort.

2008-08-08T21:56:00.002+08:00

i hated watching the olympics opening ceremony.

mainly because the chinese commentator had a really thick accent. and somehow, that irks me. some people may think that the indian accent is the funniest. well english spoken with a heavy-laden mainland chinese accent is by far the most irritating for me. an international event, and you can't get someone who speaks fluent english? and please, for goodness sake can't you get someone who can actually converse freely with the other commentators, and not sound like she's reading a "standardised answers for questions regarding glorious motherland" sheet? i mean, c'mon.

"so this chinese instrument that we see here, is it still being used often nowadays?"
"this is the (insert), it was ferst yused abawt wan tausen ears agow."

and please, you don't have to remind everyone that the chinese created great inventions like gunpowder, fireworks, paper, movable print. ok? we get it. yeah that was like, five thousand years ago but your people have been doing pretty well making bootlegs and other rip-offs.

and yes, a huge, international event and they had to turn it into a chinese affair. (note chinese here means china, not the race. or would you rather i call it chinean?)
i mean, WHERE in the opening ceremony was the olympics mentioned? oh sure the huge glowing, floating olympics symbol was impressive, sure, but the rest? i know lah china been trying hard, very hard, to improve its image for the olympics ah but GAWD, there's a limit ok?! i mean, maybe its just me, but the ceremony totally smacked of nationalistic chauvanism. wow...china is this, china is that.. you know what, who gives a flying fuck about fucking china. i wanna see the olympics, man. stop glorifying your bloody heritage and get on with the program. ok? you're not that great.

on another entirely different note a pinoy man found my lost wallet today. thanks guy.

tschus.

2008-07-25T23:09:00.000+08:00

a smile.

and some optimism please.

first to BATA...

2008-07-24T18:49:00.002+08:00

going to school at night's kinda weird.

even weirder when you step into the class room and see people twice your age staring back at you.

other than that, school's pretty much the same anywhere you go i guess.

"dah tua bangka pon perangai tak ubah2 dari sekolah dulu"

adults are still late for class. they still barge into the room without acknowledging the lecturer. much less apologise for being late. and these are the people who are gonna tell their kids to behave in school? ridiculous.

chose to sit at the back of the class. just to be able to observe everyone. not to be the-anti-social-boy-at-the-back-of-the-class, ay? i think i'm too old to be doing routines like that.

the lecturer was a nice lady, open-minded and all. and the class was communication. so she did some ice-breakers, got everyone to introduce themselves. and already you could see who was the smart-mouthed one, or the seeking-attention types. and there were the self-assured ones. the rest were just happy to fly under the radar.

as the lesson progressed and more late-comers barged in, (what, no rap on the knuckles? what happened to standing at the back of the class?) i realised that it would have been wiser to actually read my course notes before hand because really, she skimmed thru the topics without going into detail about anything. and here i was scratching my head hoping that she would divulge some golden nuggets of knowledge into communication. but i guess it doesn't work like that in uni. hey, it was my first day.

and then....*shudder*.... the group work. i cursed my choice of seating. i had to group up with the people around me. most of them quiet save for these two middle aged ladies. i'm not being sexist but they were typically over-bearing, overly self-assured and pretentious. and omg, the worst part, they love beating around the bush. for a communication class, they really don't know how to get to the point. i'm just livid thinking about it. and i really don't care to explain it in writing either. ask me if you want to know what went down.

adults. pfft. eager to please, pretentious and overly self-assured. trying to out do each other and get attention.

things really don't change in school at all.

but you made it all worthwhile in the end.

tschus

with you, babe

2008-07-18T00:48:00.002+08:00

i swear i will stay away from chinese vegetarian food. period. *shudder*

i really don't get it. i've been running and stuff, but the weight is just not going anywhere. i have to evict my blub.

i miss her. sometimes i really wish there was more i could do. and being able to do it so that i could make a difference. sigh...

get well soon, love. i miss you.

tschus

MIIIINNNDDD FREEEAAAKKKK!!!!

2008-07-09T15:33:00.002+08:00

another interview today. after all the interviews i've gone to jitters were the last thing that i was worried about. it so happens that the company i was gunning for is a sister company of another company, which i turned down a month or so ago. they're an outsourcing marketing company. heck, they even share the same office. but this company was more into roadshows and events. which i guess is much more interesting, compared to door-to-door sales.

so i went, this time on Rebellion. the interview didn't go as smoothly as i would have liked. didn't make much of an impression either. sigh. bugger. *slaps myself in the head* hoping for the best now and waiting on the interviewer's call. who, by the way, was nice enough to tell me that whatever the outcome, would call to let me know. so here i am, waiting on my phone.

the interview was short. and i was the first so that's great. the pay sounded good too. or at least, the way she explained to me made it sound good. i know the job works on commission but hey, whatever brings cash into my account. decided to head back home but then again, since i was there, i decided to pop by the dirt bike shop along jalan besar.

freaking hell. 200 bucks for a pair of motocross pants? now i really need that job. i didn't even dare look at the jersey lah. i bet if i bought it online it would be a hell of a lot cheaper. and the boots seemed unbelievably huge. i reckoned i saw size 15s or something. white guys that big meh? hmmmmmmmmmmm.....no wonder some of our girls want flavours of the world. *BIG WINK*

so after stuffing my face with a mcspicy i decided to head on back to my bike and get my ass back home. along the way this sikh guy stopped me and in broken english, proclaimed that i had lucky hands.

i'm not sure about my hands, but i'm pretty good with my fingers. or so they say ;)

anyways, he insisted that i spread my palm for him to inspect. i thought, what the heck, i had time to humour this old man. besides, if he was gonna divine my fortune, might as well leave with an optimistic view of my future. so he pointed out to me that the lines indicated that i would have a long life, blah blah blah this and that...i really couldn't make out his punjabi.. maybe i should take a leaf from lizzy's book and learn some.

moving on, he quickly scribbled something into this small pink note and crumpled it up and placed it into my palm. he then proceeded, again in his broken english-punjabi, to instruct me to write down any 4 numbers onto this lil notebook he had. so i was thinking, bloody hell, if he was gonna strike 4D he better give me some sia. so he asked me my age, and i was a lil hesitant. but weird isn't it? you kinda get this feeling that a man in a turban would never cheat you or hustle you. just maybe bark his head off if you screwed up during hockey practice.

so i gave him 4 digits, followed by my age and my dad's age. he proceeded on to mutter some more gibberish, most probably parting some divine knowledge. he kept on telling me "one father, one mother, one god" i had to control myself from sniggering because this sounded awfully close to "one uncle, one aunty" a private joke between the guys. but i digress.

and so he instructed me to blow into my fist and open up my palm, revealing the numbers on the paper that he had inscribed earlier.

omg...and the numbers were....THE SAME!! my age, my dad's age, the four numbers..

MIIIINNNDDDDD FRREEEEEEEAAAAAKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i was impressed. but of course this supposed goodwill gesture of soothsaying turned out to be an act followed by asking for a donation. so gave him 2 bucks and was bout to walk off but he pleaded with me to give him more, suggesting i give him a 10. the more money, the more blessing i'd supposedly get.

sorry bhai-jan. your act was good. but not that good. i excused myself and walked away. before i did he kept on with his gibberish, saying that i would receive luck and whatever. and again with his "one father, one mother, one god"

hey man, thanks for the entertainment but i'll just stick to my beliefs. maybe he'd have better luck with britney spears or something. God knows she needs a lil help.

get well soon babe.

tschus.

sounds familiar

2008-06-30T00:01:00.002+08:00

chanced upon this article on yahoo!.

hmmm...

sounds familiar? the jist of the article is about this huge-mongous machine called an atom-smasher. and the effects this machine will have when switched on, is a mystery. scientists are trying to see if it can create shit like black holes, dimensions, and 'dark energy'. so they say. there have been critics against the activation of the machine. most of them fearing potential dooms-day effects and any possible negative outcomes relating to earth itself. but the scientists who made it of course, refuted the claims as unfounded worries.

but doesn't all of this sound awfully familiar? huge science experiment. possible anti-matter and unknown results. critics. confident scientists. all the elements needed for a global catastrophe and the accidental creation of humans with superhuman powers. i'm talking of course, strictly in relation to comic books.

whatever happens, i'm just curious.

shit happens.
miracles too.

tschus

HULK SMASH!!!!!

2008-06-29T01:25:00.002+08:00

omg, its SO confirmed..

THE AVENGERS is COMING!!!!! YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!!

omg omg omg omg...

if there's anything better than watching a superhero movie, its watching a superhero movie with more than one superhero in it!!! aaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhh!!!!!!

phew..

just came back from watching the incredible hulk with my incredible gf. heh.. not a bad show. not a bad show at all. sure, it deviates from where the first movie left off, but its all good. i think the change was for the better. eric bana was too strong looking to be a lanky looking bruce banner which, by the way, ed norton played totally well. plus you get to see the more scientific side of his character. as for liv tyler and the guy who played gen ross, well, they're ok lah...

one thing i feel strongly about when it comes to a superhero movie, esp one that follows an origins plot, is that while its all good and dandy educating non-comic book fans about the origins of the character, its NOTHING if you don't have a good super villain to kick the crap outta the hero.

like, superman returns. sure, everybody knows superman and how he came to earth blah blah blah but it was fucking disappointing when the writers decided to fill out his nemesis, lex luthor, in the vein of gene hackman's character. come the fuck ON! lex luthor is supposed to be EVIL. he fights. he's supposed to be ruthless. and yet what happens? pretty boy flies around and lifts an entire mini continent while lex is nothing but a scheming industrialist. sheesh. am i the only one who feels short-changed here? superman KICKS ass. not scoop it up and gingerly set it down. i love chris reed, man but seriously, superman's gotta be assertive, show some emotion and lex needs to be more evil. who wouldn't wanna see superman pummel a super-villain like darkseid or whoever.

that's why incredible hulk is good. its not great, but dammit, its good. so many references to so many things from the comic books. if the director was trying to appease comic fans i say to you sir, bravo. *stands on and applaudes* seriously, despite it not being a continuation from where the last movie left off, i think, nay, i believe, that THIS hulk movie should have been the first. it doesn't dwell too much on how the hulk came to be, but it provides just enough information for non comic book readers. instead the movie jumps right into the thick of things, showing a wanted bruce banner and his quest to find a cure for his curse. i must have bugged my poor dear to death with my incessant streams of marvel trivia. i'm sorry babe, but i can't help it! any fan would have jumped when they heard the words "shield", "super soldier" omg... those last words made me more squeally than a school girl. the super soldier project, which gave birth to marvel's legendary hero, captain america, was name-dropped in the film! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

and yes, the hulk got a super-villain for him to duke it out with - Abomination. sweet shit. altho minor annoyances in the movie for me were that the hulk was too small, smaller than abomination! c'mon....and the hulk had scars!!! WHAATTTT.. hello, the hulk has rapid regeneration? the hulk is almost indestructible lah. how the fuck does the hulk have scars? and yeah, lastly. how the hell does the hulk look like he's tired? the hulk shagged sia! shagged cannot angry sei. and he's supposed to be the most powerful thing in marvel's universe ah. and here he's tossed around by abomination. come on..........

but still, it was a sweet movie.

and tony stark appearing? that....was....the shit! i could here everyone in the cinema go "wtf, isn't that ironman??!?" and what he said to general ross, i will never forget. sigh... oh man.. can't wait. so so so can't wait.

this is JUST a guess. but if there's a movie about the avengers, this is most probably the line up. or at least, my dream list.

1) Captain America.
c'mon, avengers without cap america? that's like coffee without a cup.

2) tony stark/ironman
no brainer. he's already in.

3) spider-man
as you can see the line-up's starting to look like the one from the new avengers. and seriously, spider-man, why not?

4) wolverine
an on-off member. there's gonna be a wolverine movie coming out soon right? considering how he's connected to shield, i'm guessing that they'll have nick fury invite him himself. like in ironman.

5) the hulk
in the movie bruce banner was seen learning how to control his tranformations. he'd probably be in control of the hulk once he learns how to do this. and anyways, tony stark's appearance in the movie just ups the probability.

6) thor
last member. don't want it to be too crowded ah. not sure if there's gonna be a thor movie out, but if there is, confirm he'll be in one. albeit maybe as a reluctant member.

and there, that's my (wish)list for the avengers movie.

sigh...so happy.

tschus

whaaaaat

2008-06-17T20:34:00.002+08:00

lindsay lohan may be gay?

i only got one word for that.

daaaaamn........

skedooooosh

2008-06-16T13:41:00.002+08:00

that's the sound that po made in Kungfu Panda when he applied the Wuxi finger hold on tai lung. hilarious.

looking, looking, looking for a job. i'm still torn. gave up the first opp that i got. the marketing one. turns out it was more to sales than marketing. not that i'm too good for that kinda work but it wasn't what i thought i wanted to do for a full-time job, y'know?

so i'm waiting on replies right now. and in between i'm torn. i've focused my attention on ad agencies in an attempt for some relevant job experience. and bigger take homes every month. but while waiting and as my reserves deplete i get a lil impatient and try to look for more immediate and less than relevant jobs. not that i mind, pros and cons, y'know?

so i'm heading on out for some retail walk-ins later. thankfully the last few interviews have done away with the jitters.

i'm fat.

tschus.

and skedoosh.

schadenfreude

2008-05-31T22:58:00.002+08:00

i love that word.

find out what it means.

got back from training with raven just now. was helping the boy prep for his ivp coming up real soon. it was fun training with him, we worked a couple a drills and strategies that'll help him. not as intensive as the labrador trio of death intensive ah but he managed to put in some much needed pad work.

going off-roading tml! prepare for some pain iyaaaahhh... think i'll bring the cam to take some pics. hopefully they don't get some of me falling like a rotten jackfruit (nangka busuk kaperr....)

miss you babe..

tschus

my 6 favourite groups/artistes

2008-05-31T02:52:00.002+08:00

never has a question from any test or exam paper stumped me as this one has.

who are my 6 favourite groups/artistes?

seriously. i don't know. i was filling out an application form when a came to this entry. funny how the most obvious things don't occur to you when you're in that kinda situation.

shit...so i wrote,

incubus (that required the least bit of effort), paramore (runner-up. again, no brainer)

the rest are a mystery. i even resorted to checking my playlist. seriously, lame giller. i think i wrote down panic and nirvana next. nirvana! how could i not remember!??! sheesh... i suck. for the other two, well, only rock or alt bands came to mind. i wanted to show that i have a diverse interest in music. so i decided to name a few hip-hop/rnb artistes.

even that was difficult. what can i say, i love em all! well, not all lah but not any specific person or group so much that i would make my top 6, y'know? so i ended up writing down snoop and lauryn hill (the last one took forever to think of)

i suck. i really do.

tschus

why don't you come on over

2008-05-24T00:10:00.002+08:00

valerie's got me buzzing.

seriously. the zutons did a great job. so did winehouse and panic. some might not agree but i think the covers were totally refreshing. plus who wouldn't get buzzed over their fav artistes doing covers to an already great song?

looking for a job's harder than i thought. sent out a lotta emails and still, no replies. either the respective hr depts are reaaallly taking their time or my resume's just not up to scratch.

guess i gotta look towards working in a non industry-related job. not that i'm not up for the idea, it'll just be great for the resume y'know?

plus, i need the cash. i really need to save up man.

tschus

Project: Rebellion

2008-05-22T17:38:00.002+08:00

project: Rebellion, is completed!!!!!!!

i botched up the paintjob tho.

BUT STILL!!

happy birthday to my long long time brader since pri sch days, ashraf aka bob. what a guy. back in school, i always thought he'd be the kinda guy who'd be successful, have a wonderful, adventurous life just because he really is that sort of guy. he's a real bud i tell ya. its crazy, but when i saw him in poly after so long, he'd just jc-hopped onto the poly-wagon, it felt real good coz we could just hit it off and play catch up.

this one's for you bro.

happy birthday!

splat

2008-05-20T17:30:00.002+08:00

tried running today. dunno what's wrong. i could barely complete the route. didn't feel in tune with myself for some reason. sigh..

so anyways, i was driving back from sending dear ol' nyai to the clinic when i came up behind this cab. i was a considerable distance i might add, when i noticed that the cab's side hit some poor winged creature that ended up hurtling to my direction...and BHAM! the poor thing bounced off the side of my door. shit...

poor lil ex-winged creature. what a way to go.

the project of the day was to finish up my honeycomb template for my bike's design.i managed to complete it using good old photoshop. wasn't hard really, just a matter of duplicating layers to have the pattern replicate itself into a monogram. a printemp, if you will.

now the question is how i'm gonna use it as an stencil/overlay and not botch up the paintjob on my bike. its printed on paper after all. plus the dynamics of using aerosol's a bit tricky.

if all goes well i'll be posting up pics of Rebellion's face lift here sometime this week.

gotta go.

tschus.

i'm sorry

2008-05-19T19:23:00.000+08:00

man...i messed up.

i'm sorry...

13kg

2008-05-14T13:05:00.002+08:00

my field pack weighs 13kg now. i have no idea how heavy a jerry can is, so i'm guessing its about 20kg? somebody please correct me.

running with my field pack is something that i wanna make a habit now. i've already done it once for a 5km route with rests in between. bearable ah. considering that i've not been running on the regular.

wanted to run this morning with raven, but alas the sky opened. still opening now and showing no signs of closing. bugger, and i wanted to run plus spray paint my bike. bila ni???? doesn't that always happen? whenever you are very semangat to accomplish something, something throws you off course. aiii..

nvm..i'm just glad that yus the man agreed to go running with me tml awww yeaaahh...

WITH PRIDE WE LEAD!

heh..

tschus.

p.s. i need a job.

i hate fines.

2008-05-13T16:07:00.002+08:00

i hate fines. period.

i think i've accumulated about 5 fines to date. and one mega TP fine. bah. just got another one the other day during gym training. forgot to put coupon dah. there goes my money...aii..

i forgot how hard it was finding a job. i saw an ad for quiksilver yesterday. and another for zouk today. not really industry-related, but they're jobs anyway. now, if only i'd get off my ass to actually go for an interview hahaah

on the other hand, having a lotta free time on my hands feels damn shiok. i'd already cleaned out my room, put in some new stuff, and i've got these fragrances everywhere. niiicee..plus i've been able to keep myself busy with maintaining Rebellion. maybe i should name him something else. i'm thinking of spray painting his plastics for a whole new colour scheme. only time will tell if my mucking around is gonna kick me in the ass haha.

and yes, i've been watching anime! naruto, and now bleach. man, i was fucking missing out on bleach. i didn't know its this nice. and now thanks to video streaming i can watch the ENTIRRREEEEE show like nobody's business ahaha

it's done! just wait and see babe!

tschus

my azimuth points to U

2008-05-10T00:32:00.003+08:00

i just got THAT letter.

and a few days before that, THAT letter.

NUS doesn't want me, crudely speaking. tore up that letter right after finishing the first sentence. SIM does. dad was relieved. i was a little indifferent.

"Of course i got into SIM, its an open uni. The reason i got in is because we're paying to get in."
"yeah, but at least you got in, right?"

typical dad. but its true i guess. really greatful for this opportunity to continue my studies. a part of me wished that i had gotten into NUS. the whole 'campus experience' and shit. CCAs and what not.

..........

who am i kidding. i couldn't even hold on to a cca in poly. heh.

SIM! Onward!

I'm a uni student, bitch!

tschus.

free man walking

2008-05-07T22:52:00.003+08:00

two years passed by just like that. its a great thing, but scary when you think about how fast it does.

its been a blast so far. the training, the overseas trip, the burnt weekends, the duties, the different people i've met along the way, its been worth it. the only thing that wasn't worth it was the fact that i had to do fucking DOS duty the damn day before i ORDed. WTF (whiskey, tango, foxtrot)??? all because i didn't have my vocation and formation badge on my uniform.

i was going outfield, you moustachio prick. baah. whatever. in a weird way, bragging rights. apparently none of the guys have heard of such audacy.

i know people should feel happy when they ord, but i kept feeling bummed when the day started approaching. guess its coz i was the only one from my company ording. and my entire company was outfield for field camp. major bummer. i never even got to say goodbye to my friends, save for a few.

so what now? school, check. (more like i confirm getting in coz SIM's an open uni anyways. up yours NUS.) job, not check. despite my kengness i do find some comfort in following some semblance of a routine in my day. bumming around all day's just, surprisingly, not my style.

so i planned to do my laundry right; washing all my uniforms and garrison attires thoroughly. followed by totally spring cleaning my room. i've already got two trash bags full of unwanted and dated junk. i was like, what the hell??? couldn't believe the amount of stuff that was just chuck aside and conveniently forgotten. i foresee another two bags tml.

i went through my books cabinet and decided to ditch all the old mags and books. for god's sake i still have "my first counting book", an entire ladybug series and not to mention a whole stack of bookworm gang books. the nursery rhyme books took the cake man. sheesh. retro sia.

cleaning out the shelf felt pretty symbolic to me. out with the old, in with the new. now my books cabinet's filled with the more current stuff that i read. i have no idea what to do with these books. i can't bear to throw em away coz well, they're books. so i've decided to try and sell em off to one of those used book stores. thinking about it's pretty sentimental.

its like letting go of a part of your life. sounds silly, but its these things that tell your story right? what you've read, what you've been through. but i guess sometimes we have to let go of some things, just to make room for more, newer things. sigh..

oh but my clothes are a different story. my wardrobe's been a huge bane of mine for the longest time. and today i finally decided to do something about it and segregated all the 'condemned' clothes and the ones that i either grew out of or were outta fashion from my more preferred articles.

the result - my wardrobe looks hella lot neater and more spacious. again, out with the old, in with the new. and worrying too. this means that i don't have a lotta clothes to wear. aii. i need retail therapy very soon..

more spring cleaning tml. hopefully i can get my arse outta the house and run.

tschus.

ord oh.

aiseh...

2008-04-24T22:18:00.002+08:00

just a couple of things bothering me right now.

so i'm gonna ord soon. big whoop. i still have to do extra dos duty the day before i ord. the DAY BEFORE i ord. what the fuck? who the fuck's heard of that before? am i the first bugger in saf's military history to do that? i swear, i'm gonna collect my pink ic with my fucking dos sash on.

fuck you corporal nazir. somehow your name conjures up images of piles of stinkin shit.

how's this? i was riding back home in cck recently when my engine suddenly lost power and died. realising that i didn't swith my fuel line on, i manuevered the damn thing to the side of the road. it just so happened that at the junction in front, mr self-righteous was there, and my actions caught his eye. with what seemed to me was the fastest go-around ever, he stopped right behind me and asked if my bike had any problems.

big DUH dumbfuck.

told him my engine suddenly went dead. so he asked for my license and insurance, and proceeded on to scrutinise my bike.

"how come you're around here suddenly, sir? don't see much of tp in this area." was my innocent, break the silence question. to which he replied, "TP is everywhere."

hmph. ruffle my feathers only. not much about what he said, but how he said it. after much scrutiny he asked THE question.

"where is your rear probation plate?"

dumbstruck, i looked round back and saw....nothing. the probation plate, or what was left of it, was gone, leaving only the top half hidden underneath my license plate. i cried foul and explained to mr king-of-the-road that it was there before i rode and that the only explanation could be that it broke off while i was riding. seems reasonable enough, yes? not for mr i-book-people-by-the-book.

then he told me that my front probation plate was not displayed properly. now, anybody who has seen my bike, would have agreed, that it is fucking prominently placed above my headlight, albeit slightly covered by license plate. at this point of time i was verging on exasperation. this guy, who was probably my age, was picking on me. being an instructor at bmtc, i can tell. heck, we're experts at picking and finding fault on people. unfortunately the role reversal was not something that i was willing to accept at that point of time. so i argued back.

and then came the mother of all questions.

"where is your left side mirror?"
"uhh..scrambler don't really need lei."
"don't need? you sure you want to tell me that?"
"ok lah, its at the workshop?"
"why is it at the workshop?"

exactly, why is it at the workshop? why was i being picked on? why was i subjected to this ardtard's power trip? so i just made stupid and refused to answer.

in the end, i got booked. for "failing to display my probation plate". wtf. does it make sense, really, if it was intentional, that i would only take out the rear plate and leave the front one on? and how the fuck was i supposed to know if it came or broke off while i was riding?

fuck lah

get running fatso

2008-04-18T00:16:00.002+08:00

obviously all this slacking off is detrimental to my health.

and by health i mean weight, since i rarely fall sick. and detrimental not in the sense that i am losing weight, but rather the exact opposite. its mind boggling to think that i weigh more now than before i came into ns. more! before ns! can you wrap your head around that? because i can't. and to think that i'm in the army for crying out loud. for shame! those instant noodles are doing me in, i swear. the "muscle is heavier than fat" excuse is just not gonna cut it either. not when my bodily curves translate to the muffins around my waist. i can't remember the last time i had such a spare tyre. the sloth bug has successfully built a colony of its kind in my ass, the weight pulling me down, forcing me into a state of sitonyourassitis. chronic i tell you.

but i do enjoy the occasional run. the heaving and teeth-gritting workouts at the gym. i liken myself to an old car. you've got to give it a little push to get it going. and since we're on cars i reckon i'm a hatch back. huge at the rear.

some people run because they like running. i like running too. only when i can run 5km and still feel like i'm raring to go. just like math, you only enjoy it when you actually know how to solve the problems. and so i don't run much. its stupid i know to even write all this when the solution to my blubber bane is just to get off my arse and start running. get running fatso. back when i was still on form i'd picture myself as the flash *cue laughter* to pull through all the runs in command school. but now, riding Rebellion is so much faster then running on foot. so i prefer to do the former more.

speaking of bikes, i really wanna get into this whole dirt biking/trailing thing. went for my first trail a few weeks ago and i loved it. its great, bashing through all the trees, fishtailing on sand pits and revving up slopes. looking forward to the next one this weekend.

gonna ord soon. very soon. and yet i don't feel too carefree. aren't ord personnel supposed to feel carefree? clearing their off and leave like nobody's business. excluding themselves from the company's training and showing up ever so often just to rub it in that they are gonna be free men soon? doesn't seem like that for me. ah well, i'll just take it as it comes. going back tml for my dental appointment. standard stuff you'd normally have to do before you leave.

gotta keep running after ord. get running fatso.

tschus

your luck is today

2008-04-06T02:18:00.003+08:00

you know your brain is completely fucked over when even an ah beng has difficulty understanding what you've just said.

so a few days ago i was sticking around my buddy's platoon when he was drawing lots for the recruits' guard duty schedule. after the draw i approached one of the recruits, called him blondie, your typical ah beng/pai kiah/whathaveyou who managed to siam the guard duty for the week due to an injured ankle. he was one of those problem recruits who showed absolutely no respect for authority, not because he was defiant or the rebellious kind, but simply because he was just that - a brash, never-took-shit-from-anybody ah beng. so i approached him, and what was meant to come out as

"you're lucky that your name wasn't called out just now. but remember, you might not be so lucky next time."

instead came out as,

"your luck is today."

he gave me this look that prompted me to repeat myself a few more times, just to make sure that he understood what i was saying. shit. really oughta brush up on my english. just applied for uni. with this standard, as they say, hong gan liao....

tschus

my Rebellion

2008-02-07T12:35:00.000+08:00

finally.

my very own.

my Rebellion. flat black, blue accents and gold bolts. not bad lookin, but i'll sort him out in time. everything else works fine except for a few minor glitches. will work those out too.

i know its corny for people to name their vehicles. but hey, i figured, if there are people who name their left and right nuts or breasts, i should be able to name my own bike, right? took him straight from the shop to her work place. gave her a lil surprise and had some bubble tea with her. its nice to have someone as excited about this as i am. went on to hang out with al hamid who was giving his amelia a wash down at the time. man, does he pamper his bike. washin, polishin, spritzin anti-rust juice here and there, he really takes care of his bike. and why not? after all, the bike IS a big investment. and if you treasure something you should take care of it. which is what i'll do with Rebellion. slowly, but surely.

so the plan was to keep my bike under wraps for a while, or at least till i've gotten my uni spot. just to please the folks. and as luck would have it, while i was riding up to my block, my dad drove by on his way to work.

can you say, busted?

shit, so much for tryin to keep my bike a secret. so well, dad knows now. he took it pretty ok, just wasn't pleased at first that i didn't tell him i got it already. but today he asked me about it, and when he saw that i had my bases covered, well, there wasn't much he could do about it. the only bummer thing now is that he insists that i tell mum.

tell MUM??? i'd rather be stuck in a lift with a flatulating stranger than suffer that kind of tension. seriously, its not that i'm not ready, SHE's the one who's not. she'll freak man. i'll let her know when i've confirmed my place in a uni. not that i'm hiding something from her, i'd prefer to look at it as i'm being concerned about her feelings. besides, telling her that i've got a bike after i've secured a place in uni would soften the blow a whole lot.

that aside, having a bike's a whole bucket of kicks. for one, you enter a totally new social circle. which puts me in league with all the other riders from camp. thank goodness i had khai to show me a thing or two about my bike, having had the experience of owning one just like mine. and all the other riders were enthused about having a new rider around too, which was great coz it makes it so much easier to ask around for tips, like how one of them helped me out when i had some probs kick starting my bike in the morning. that's something else thats exciting about having a bike. its a learning journey. you pick up all these nuggets of wisdom and it helps a lot. you get to know something new about your bike everyday when you ride it, like how its different from other bikes, its performance on the road, and what works for it and what doesn't. you get to experiment with a whole lotta things, and ultimately, it becomes an extension of you, a personality personified in oil and metal.

and how, i just watched a couple of vids on how to clean up your bike real good. kudos to singaporebikes.com man.

picnic today! washin up the bike tml, aww yeah!

tschus

it won't be soon before long.

2008-01-31T15:24:00.000+08:00

Ya'll know chuck norris. famous for his role in bruce lee's game of death and his own series, walker texas ranger. a bit random that i might be talkin about him now, but only coz babe told me about this webbie called chucknorrisfacts.com, which, i swear, is totally hilarious. here's to all the over blown, unfallable action stars of the 90's.

My Top 5 Chuck Norris Facts

1) Chuck Norris destroyed the periodic table, because he only recognizes the element of surprise.

2) When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.

3) Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.

4) There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of animals Chuck Norris allows to live.

And last, but not least,

5) Einstein's original Theory of Relativity was; if Chuck Norris kicks you, your relatives will feel it.

have a laugh, tschus

its that brand new year

2008-01-01T00:03:00.000+08:00

the clock strikes.

and voices are heard around the world.

people are embracing each other, shouting. throngs of people usher in another mark on the calender. cheering as the fireworks dance across the night sky. even in the heartlands, children stay up past their bed time, playing with sparklers, legal cracklers.

a minute passes. the cogs are set in motion. the revelry continues. and yet for some, who spend this seemingly significant turn of events, are alone. some, by choice, others by consequence.

resolutions are made. resolutions are fulfilled. and some, brought over.

my resolution, is to treat her better.

i'm sorry babe.

happy new year. tschus.

jingle bell..tralala

2007-12-23T13:42:00.000+08:00

aiyoh....*smacks forehead*

i should've punished my recuits more if i knew they were gonna do this..

enjoy!

hahahahaahah

2007-12-23T01:32:00.000+08:00

oh my god...

i was surfing youtube for some vids when i came across this vid about an aikido master who uses some sorta mysterious 'chi-force'.
hilarious, for the most of it. now watch as he is put to the test against a mixed martial artist. apparently this "chi-force" master claims that he CAN NOT be beaten.

check it out.

enuff said.

tschus.

made to order

2007-12-22T15:19:00.000+08:00

just read an article in the papers just now. apparently some woman from China's been sticking flyers all around holland v in search of a partner.

more specifically, a 'White Knight' or so she calls him.

now let's look at her background yeah, she lives in china (obviously) has had a few failed relationships with chinese men (isn't that how they all start out) and decides, after doing her 'research' no less, that white men are, i quote, "...better educated, better cultured...". before she decided to go with the "lost puppy" type of advertisement, she's been to a match making service, albeit unsuccessful. in her requirements, and she's middle-aged woman who earns less that 500 bucks, she states that she wants a rich, well to do white guy or any outstanding singaporean who earns between 3k to 5k a month and owns large property. getting ahead of ourselves aren't we miss? i kinda pity her. honestly. she's asking for too much. even the agency admitted that finding a mate for her who fulfills those kind of requirements is hard. i'm not sure if she's thinking, "ok, i want this dress to be cut above the knee, make it a size 12, and i want sequins(is that how you spell it?) EVERYWHERE." abstract, but you get my drift.

i have to admit that i have a biased opinion towards women who aim for white guys. not including those who really chance upon a white guy, and subsequently develops a relationship with him. but really, women who AIM for white guys. suss them out. post themselves on forums catered to asian women looking, very specifically, for caucasian men. why? why do we feels so vexed when we see a malay girl, or any other girl for that matter, clinging to the arms of a caucasian man walking down orchard road? why are we then so quick to jump to the conclusion that the girl is a typical spg (singapore practise grenade) slag? why then do these women, who really do go for ONLY caucasian men and berate men from other races, deny vehemently that they're not in it for the money, the pleasure, or just the thrill of walking around with her trophy white dick?

whatever. rant over.

tschus

its that brand new vista!

2007-12-18T10:35:00.000+08:00

sweet ass.

ok, a few things have happened. let's recap.

i bought a killer new fangled pc not too long ago. graphic card's according to raven is not too shabby. i liked the packaging tho. heh. core 2 duo, 2.33ghz, 160gb, nvidia geforce8600gt, 20x dvd-rw and all the other standard bells and whistles. got vista home premium for the os. trying to get a hang of things but so far its working fine. i had the most trouble with the modem tho. my old one couldn't support vista (bummer) and so i had to get a new one. past few days i've been trying to get it to work but somehow the connection didn't....umm...connect. i tried calling singnet and the vendor for help but really, none of them were much help. singnet referred me to the vendor and when i did that, i think i was connected to some filipino help desk (could tell by the accent). frustrating, really. think i was stuck on the phone for like about half an hour and still no improvement. in the end, when she put me on hold i had enough and decided to hang up. did some tinkering with the settings on my own and miraculously my connection came through just this morning, when i noticed that the red led light for the internet connection changed to green. so i tried to surf and voila! here i am. =)

second, my recruits just POPed. SWEEEEEEEET and i'm currently on my lull period. man..so darn nice waking up at home at 9. hahaah plus i've been going running for the past few days. seriously, my fitness is whack. can still run, but i get pooped after 3 or so clicks. not too bad considering that i'm a tub of lard now. altho the sweetheart begs to differ. she always does. =) just glad that i can spend more time with her now and do things that i wouldn't have had time for when i was in camp. apparently cleaning up my room isn't one of them heh...

oh yes. and most importantly...

I PASSED MY 2B, BITCHES!!!! WOOOHOOOOOO

tschus

nailed it

2007-11-20T16:27:00.000+08:00

a lil over due but i did it! i nailed that s.o.b. 7.01! muahahaha oh man, i was so deliriously happy. 8.01 here i come, and after that, TP!!!!!! whatchaaaaaaa!!!!

bahh

2007-11-18T11:06:00.000+08:00

ok, so i didn't kick the snot outta 7.01. i aced my u-turns. but the bloody prick of a instructor said that my lane changing was slow. WTH???? dude. seriously. i thought i totally had it after i nailed the u-turns. turns out i was gonna be the victim of perspective again. said i wobbled lah, the lane changing. and the way he said it. dude, no one wants to retake again. seriously. brush up on your methods of instruction.

7.01 part three again today.

Oh God, please don't make a part four.

tschus

owww..my feet..

2007-11-16T10:25:00.000+08:00

the insides of my feet hurt. somewhere around the arch areas. got them blistered from running in my shoes just now. i think my shoes might have been for people with high arches. but then again adidas has never been known to cater for high arches have they? i guess its down to seasoning my foot then. a lil salt, pepper and cumin seeds. ha ha.

i am so so frustrated. taking my bike license now. just to update, i had to take my circuit evaluation 6 times. yes, a bloody 6 times. its not hard to do, really. most people get it maybe the third time, max. but there are the exceptional cases (not in a good way, or course) those who retook the said evaluation up to 13 times. now by the time i failed my fifth one i was beginning to think like i was a retard or something. really. it gets me down when i can't pass a lesson in one go becoz, well, time's not really on my side. i think i've pushed back my final test booking 4, 5 times already. just because i can't meet the requirements on time. doesn't help that i only get to go out of camp like once a week. rare times like today, where i get a few days off at one go, i'd try to clear as much as i can. and what happened? i flunked my 7.01. i managed to book the next one today, which is great coz i just did it yesterday and i don't have to wait till next week or something since i have the time. its just a bloody u-turn for god's sake!!! gaaahh and i was the only one who didn't pass. bloody hell. total waste. the instructor was one of the more lenient ones too. damn.

thinkin of a place to go for my lull period. currently i'm thinkin of thailand, maybe some nice beachy area like koh samui, maybe bali or..last resort, KL. sheeesh. everybody's already been to KL. that's really my last last last resort. now the next headache is when to go. apparently i've decided to take up the role of organiser and organising the clique has always been a headache. honestly, organising the books at times' warehouse book sale was much easier. we'd sort em out by author, paper back, trade, genre, discounts. so much easier.

nvm. i'll kick the crap out of 7.01 today. 8.01 here i come.

tschus

blog. must blog.

2007-11-15T01:12:00.001+08:00

blog. must blog.

peace, serenity and a whole buncha ****

2007-09-13T21:00:00.000+08:00

the young birds flew the coop two days ago, and i had the dubious honour of being bestowed a duty slot the day after. and with the new kids coming in tommorrow, my rest period's been cut from a pathetic two days down to a miserable 16 hours out on the mainland. and i should've jack-assed myself with a board to the head for thinking that i would be having a chilled out duty yesterday, since there was nobody else in camp but lil ol' me.

but noooooo, apparently i have to earn my allowance. spent the better part of the day picking up calls, running around doing admin work and setting up the display material for today's enlistment. at least i gave myself a pat on the back knowing that i single-handedly put everything together. when daddy called i was glad i could tell him (and trust me, i emphasised) that i set up everything on my lonesome. not that i don't appreciate the concerned questions from those who were supposedly involved with the display but when you sweat it out doing something and are proud of doing all that shitwork all by yourself its really annoying when they try to play foreman or ask this and that to make sure everything is done.

YES MOTHER****ER EVERYTHING IS DONE.

GOSH! (ala napo dynamite) and even when the day was over i could only sleep at 2 because i still had to run errands at that hour. sheeesh. couldn't wake up for sahur coz well, i was too shagged. luckily i woke up at around half past five which gave me enough time to guzzle down a bottle of water before goin back to sleep. walking to the cookhouse to eat then was so not an option.

and when i thought i could rest in peace (HAH!) at 0700 i get woken up just coz someone wanted to check if everything was in place. AGAIN. GOSH!!!!! give it a rest, bitch. you're not even supposed to be doin all the work. and i absolutely hated that tone in his voice which stunk of "hey, its 7, aren't you supposed to be awake and doing what you're supposed to do?"

bitch. even when i did a quick number on my face and teeth i still had the plans to smack everything into shape. watch and weep kids. i had the whole damn plan in my head. one of my better qualities i hope. my wondergirl appreciates it too cause she's got the same thing going on. when i'm in the midst of doin something and i'm on a roll, i hate, repeat, HATE being interrupted.

so anyways, fasting was ok, considering that i slept till 12 when i got back home. woke up and got ready for my bike prac. 5.02's a bitch. that's all i have to say. pushed the TP to 5th nov just to make sure that i'd finish everything in time. the earlier date wasn't gonna work, not with my confinement period and all.

came back from bbdc with a hell load of disappointment and i was lucky enough to be able to take it out on the tarmac close to break fast time. i don't think i ran anything more than 2.4km according to my watch, but it was hard as hell sia. kept thinking about how i could enjoy the run, but i guess when it was over i did. enjoy running. some people do. when i heard about it, i figured it just might work. try to keep your mind off the work and focus on...dare i say it...enjoying the run.

yes, it just might work.

i miss you. i'll see you soon ok?

tschus

when all you want is nothing you need

2007-09-02T12:34:00.001+08:00

"...son, let me tell you something. when i was your age, i didn't know which was harder to get off me. the wax on my hair, or all those chicks..."

just a lil something that she and i talked about last night

"...last night, couldn't even get an answer..."

ok, seriously. so yeah. 21 now. no fireworks when the clock struck 12. (depending on whether or not yours is an analog or digital. if it was the latter it probably chimed.) no obsessive partying in a chalet or a club somewhere. just the cold of the guardroom at that gov-sponsored island resort and the lack of sleep to welcome my coming of age. not that it mattered much to me anyways. or at least that's what i tried to convince myself from the start. kinda sucks when you have to spend your birthday in national service on the weekday, what more when you 'kena' guard duty the day prior. but yeah. it really didn't matter much when i thought about it. what was turning 21 anyways? and who made it into this monumental milestone in our lives that sparks the need for celebration? the legal system's got a lot to do with that. 21 being the legal age yada yada yada the key to the adult world yada yada yada finally legally recognised as an adult yada yada yada all that sort of thing.

but i guess, even if it wasn't that big a deal to turn 21, it still feels good that people remember. =) to everyone, who wished me that day, thank you, truly, from the bottom of my black heart. i'm sorry that i didn't reply to your messages to thank you personally. but for some of ya'll who were lucky enough, *wink*.

so, fresh from the clock i was 21 years old and i lumbered back to my coy in the morning after my duty was over. after being misled into thinking that all the commanders from my platoon were going up to destroy the fuzz heads for doing something stupid the night before, i was pleasantly surprised when they led me into the room and lit up a cake right there on the table.

really. if my life was a book it would have a blank page because i was truly speechless and...dare i say it...touched. we cut the cake and yes, i had camo cream smeared on my face. everything was peachy until someone came along and had to poop the party real big. ah well. i wasn't disappointed. i was only concerned about the recruits, going through all that trouble to buy that cake and all. i promised to buy them another one. heh, we'll see.

----itbn*!----

i need to make more 'itbn*!' stuff. badges especially.

anyways, yesterday, wow. wasn't expecting her at my door. another speechless slash shocked slash dumbfound moment. surprised me with a cake and i got to know that the
folks and her were in cahoots. sigh...the folks have been really sweet (and a lil irritating, but that is forgiven) asking me what i want for my 21st. but truly, i can't say that i want anything that don't really need. as paradoxical as it sounds, i honest to God can't think of something that i could want for a present. well, mainly because i can't list all of them down. and also because, i guess, i've got everything a guy could possibly want. i've got my folks, i've got my friends and i've got the most kick-ass gf that none of you suckers do nyahahah (obnoxious, i know. but its true) ok, well, maybe i can list down some of the things i could possibly want. but let's keep that list down to 20 for now.

1) a helmet (i know i don't have a bike yet, but i do.)
2) a bike license (taking longer than expected, but i'm getting there)
3) a bike. honda phantom (so i'd have a reason to wear my helmet)
4) a new cpu for my com packed with design software
5) time. so that i can do every fuck shit i want.
6) a place in uni with her.
7) a PS3. kick ass!
8) a new wardrobe.
9) to go on a vacation with her. really wanna take her around the world someday.
10) cash. always good when you can't think of anything else.
11) ns to finish quicker.
12) a new colour for my room
13) the power to purge the scum of the earth (yus would most probably be my bro-in-arms for this cause)
14) ......
15) ........

ok, so i can't think of 20 things that i want. but trust me, when i can remember its definitely longer than that. and some of the things i want are kwang3 lah! see babe? i can't think of anything that makes sense to get for myself. ahhaha its ok lah.

i've got you. and i swear, that's enough for me.

=)

love you babe.

tschus

baikSSS!!!

2007-07-04T07:49:00.000+08:00

I'm finding it increasingly difficult to chronicle my day-to-day, and to which i cite these factors,

1) I can't remember anything worth writing about.
2) I forget about the things worth writing about.
3) There are things worth writing about but I'm too lazy.

Bleargh. I wish laziness could be diagnosed as a disease. SO everytime I skive when doing something I should people will go, "Oh its ok, don't worry, we understand your condition."

God, what am I talking about.

I've finally resigned myself to the fact that my blog may not be like many of those out there that tickle your literary senses much less make for an interesting read with witty turn of phrases or even a narcissistic, self-loving cam-whore with an attitude that says, its my life and I don't care what other people think. Neither is my blog gonna be fitted with a trackercounterwhatchamacall to keep track of the number of visitors to my blog. Feel compelled to say something? The tag board's just to your right, mon ami. Infamy was never the reason why I started blogging either.

There was one time during my internship when I had to follow a senior journalist on an assignment to tag along with Joe Augustin and his family to several places of interest for a day. For the uninitiated Joe's a radio jock, nice guy by the way. Anyways, I can't remember exactly how but our convo digressed to blogs and apparently he has a blog too. His was more for business so it was understandable why he was visitor-driven. When he asked me about my blog and its total number of visitors, I wasn't embarassed to say, "I've got a readership of two. Me and my girlfriend." hahahah oh my God, isn't that like fucking lame? Well yeah, tried covering up and shit saying the usual oh it doesn't matter who reads my blog blah blah blah. Man, I think i sounded like a major loser. Any worse and I'd have been promoted to liutenant-colonel loser.

God, hadi, you're so so lame.

Major digression, yes.

Nope, my blog is going to be my little outlet to ramble. Incessantly. Sentence structure and the rules of the pen do not apply here. I shall continue updating this blog with the very reason why I started blogging in the first place.

To keep my sanity. And that's all there is to it.

Anything extra is a bonus.

Oh and the way I end my entries by writing singular sentences right up to the end?

That's here to stay too.

I love you babe, I still feel bad about that fudged up lunch place.

If you're reading this I want you to know that I am so so so so stoked about meeting you later. Even if it is for an hour.

Tschus.

its all the rage

2007-06-20T18:27:00.000+08:00

i get these sudden moments where i feel very high-strung. doesn't help that being in the army, my propensity to lash out and screw everybody and everything over small stuff is higher than before. highly irritable. i think i'm sensitive to caffeine. i get the jitters and it makes sitting still for a lecture very uncomfortable. but i've always managed to keep it on a leash.

anyways, today turned out a lil less stellar than i expected. i was geared up for my prac today when i had some probs printing out an allocation slip. the centre's staff came up to me and told me that there was no booking in the records for my prac. i was like, wtf, and i checked. and i don't how or when, but it seemed that the slot i booked for today was in fact, for yesterday. which was truly something fudged up because i remember that i wasn't able to book one on the day itself after finishing my prac in the morning, which was why i had booked it for TODAY. so i hung around lot 1 for the next hour or so before my evaluation and ended up being late because apparently, if the bus number you are taking has an additional letter after it, i.e. 985 VS 985W, they go on completely different routes. so mr muddle-head came in late for his riding theory test evaluation, of which he failed by a single mark. frustrating i tell you. frustrating. i have no idea why i can't pass my rtt evaluation, which if i don't pass will not allow me to book for a rtt test date which if i don't pass will not allow me to get my pdl which in turn means that i can not advance with my road lessons. URGH!!

and if that wasn't enough, i think i disappointed babe by watching the new F4 (the Marvel F4, not the chinky one) movie without her. aii...

i like the way her soft pink fonts appear on my screen. weird?

tschus

roll it gal

2007-06-19T15:32:00.001+08:00

currently the song that's makin waves in camp right now is by j status feat shontelle and rihanna called "roll". rihanna and army guys. need i say more. i'll say this much about her tho, her hair in her umbrella vid is super wow lah.

anyways, i realised that i don't have any new pics. where art thou, camwhore skills?

why can't i pass my evaluation???

get well soon sweetheart. i need a run real bad.

oh and i love my new shades.

tschus

i could slap myself in the face right now if the angle wasn't funny

2007-06-15T07:42:00.000+08:00

i

am

such

an

idiot.

in my rush to evacuate the island yesterday i left behind something that i couldn't do without today.

GOD DAMMIT I FORGOT TO TAKE MY RIDING BOOKLET!!!!!!!!

QWRAWEGEORJ@#!^%($#^*U@ ))%!@#)%*)@#(!D@MN!FT(_@#N(%@!%_(D(_!#M(@ T <---*frust*

what the FARK??!? i was all dressed up for my morning riding session and good to go when i realised that it wasn't in the bag. WTF?? how the hell did that happen??? spent the better part of the morning looking for mysterious vortexes in my bag and retracing my steps on rice paper. heck, i don't even know if my booklet's in camp at all. aaaaarrrghhh frustrating!!!

now the next lesson that i can take is on sunday. sure, its only a few days away, but i wanted to go today!!! uurrrgghhh

hadi ANGRY!!!!

and i haven't even had breakfast yet.

vrrrroooooooommmm

2007-06-02T18:28:00.000+08:00

i'm pretty much kicking myself in the arse.

note i said arse, instead of ass. much cooler that way, non? just like how audrey hepburn blurted out in cockney in "my fair lady". hilarious. i tried it a few times, but i guess my malay-javanese accent tends to ruin the impact.

"MOVE YOUR BLOOMIN' ARSE!!!!"

oh i love to digress. anyways, yeah, i'm kickin myself in the proverbial ass because i'm still stuck at stage 3.01 of my bike prac. uuuuurrrrgghhhhhhh so the frustrating sia. only had to ace two very very simple things; the plank and slalom. i breezed through the slalom. heck, the plank too. but i think my breeze was more like a gale coz the requirement was that i needed to be on the plank, riding dead slow for more than 7 seconds. and i always clocked in too fast at 5. bummer. too fast too furious for my own good. nevermind. i'll get you tomorrow plank. you're just a bump in my road to getting a riding license. (no pun intended, unless thought of prior to typing).

and while we're on the topic of motorcycles, i vant this helmet!

niiiiiiceeee....*drroooll*

anyways, the fuzzheads are gonna pass out on the 12th, which means that i'll be having my block leave for one whole month aaaawww yeeaaahh!!! july 1 come soon! that gst offset thingy can't come at a better time. especially after blowin half my salary for a mother's day diamond ring. i still have no idea how i got myself into that.

its the weekend!!!!!

fickle, fickle

2007-04-08T06:49:00.000+08:00

easter sunday and i'm up at 5 as if i was still on the bloody island. this time a lil more eager tho. gonna go for my bike practical lesson in a bit. just downloadin some stuff on the com. i swear, i miss the days when songs could be downloaded in a minute and videos never took more than a couple of hours. *sigh*

but yes, bike prac. stage 1.02! AOOH! which is still basically the introductory stage where you learn all the lil things about how to not look like an ass on the bike.

had the front row seat to an accident yesterday. along the bke very near the exit into sle. i was drivin behind this long trailer, the type that can ferry cars on its back, and it was wet out coz it just stopped rainin. i had no idea why, but i'm guessin it must have been following a goods pick up truck a lil too closely coz it suddenly swerved out onto the right only to swerve back into the lane and completely mangle up the poor pick up. i could literally see the expression of the ah pek driver as the pick up got turned up 45 degrees and collapsed at the point of impact. funny thing about accidents, you see everything in slow motion. metal on metal bang bang and all man. the ah pek was practically cryin out for his life, eyes closed and arms flailin' in the air before the truck got pinned to the road shoulder. i was lucky traffic was slow and the other car behind me was well away before i applied my brakes. i don't know why, i coulda drove off, but i knew i had to do at least some shit man. so i pulled over to the shoulder, switched off the engine and ran out to check on the poor guy. other motorists stopped to help and other, regretably, to just gawk. i noticed that the truck's fuel tank was busted open and the oil was literally pouring itself onto the road. the driver was ok, but i guess, agitated? he was shouting at the people gathering to i think, in chinese, to get lost. his shotgun indian worker managed to climb outta the wreck and stood on top of his side of the vehicle, like some bollywood actor who'd impossibly emerged from a collision unscathed. exactly like that. the ah pek wasn't getting out. i figured he was pinned down. either that or he didn't have the dexterity to wriggle his was out. i whipped out the cell and dialled an ambulance.

"hello sir, 995, do you need an ambulance.(a little too polite)"
"yes..(breathing heavily, running back to car)..i need an..ambulance, there's an accident here on..(spies for a road sign. right in front of me.)..the bke, near exit 8, the exit road leading into the sle."
"sir, which exit is it at again?"
"(takes a deep breath) its the exit leading into sle."
"is it the exit leading into woodlands?"
"yeah, it is."
"what are the vehicles involved in the accident sir?"
"umm..(looks over)..its a long ass trailer and a umm..a goods pick up."
"a what sir?"
"a long ass trailer. and a lorry."

man, i coulda laughed my ass off. hahahh

gonna have to go back to camp now.

sorry for being so fickle babe. i love you.

pay day come come!

tschus

Island boy reports (sure confirm got text)

2007-03-24T10:53:00.000+08:00

been trying to update the ol' blog from the island thru my hand phone. somehow only the title and labels get published. the rest of the text's probably floating somewhere in the network along with my money paying for all those data charges.

i tell you, being a section commander's not as easy as it looks. i already had to send 3 kids to the medical centre, one of em had to be sent to cgh for a referral. aii..doesn't help that my section had 3 girls. when i found out that i'd be the one dealing with the female recruits i was like, "are you fuckin serious??". more like kangaroo kena stunned rather than excited. sispec didn't mention anything about dealing with female recruits, but hey, things seem to be goin pretty well taking everything into consideration.

spent another movie marathon with the darl yesterday. TMNT AND 300 ya'll! the turtles were fun coz i got to relive some childhood memories, but 300 was the BOMB, yeah! i mean, DAMN LEONIDAS! how the heck did they all get them durian seed six packs man.. i only got a one pack, which i would like to believe is more economical ah. BULL CRAP ahahah but really, tell me you weren't inspired when you saw the spartan soldiers yell "AAOOH! AAOOH! AAOOH!!" I wanna watch pirates of the caribbean!!!!!! aaaaaahhhh chow yun fat saying "welcome to singapore" really was the shit man haahah i wonder if they're gonna insert raffles somewhere in that too.

its mum's bday today. and while my chances for frolicking with apes at the zoo with some old frens seem bleak, i guess i gotta divide my time carefully lah.

besides, i think a good 24 hours sure beats a minute anytime, right love? ;)

tschus

Island boy reports redux

2007-03-19T08:09:00.000+08:00

Island boy reports

2007-03-05T09:47:00.000+08:00

shameless promotion!

2007-02-24T22:28:00.000+08:00

behold netizens, the first ever line of Its That Brand New ****! tees! hahahah. gonna try and get these designs printed out for fun man. but if you're interested in gettin one, lemme know!
hopefully there will be more to come. don't really intend to sell em en masse but hey, we'll see how things go. =)

This is the white tee version with the current ITBN*! design splashed on the front.

This is the black version of the tee with the logo in green duo-tone. The one below has the logo in pink duo-tone. I'm thinking a gold on black colour scheme might be nice too.

hahhhaah excited ah. the things you can do by stayin home on a saturday night. heh

love you babe

tschus

Lost

2007-02-21T00:25:00.000+08:00

i love driving around with you. we'd get lost in our own land. it seems like the roads are territories unventured. virginal, as we zipped across the asphalt. my hand grasped firmly on its reigns while the other holds yours with a self-conscious tenderness. the numbers rise as does my breath when we blur our surroundings. my foot grows heavier, more cavalier. funny how the world goes slower as we go by even faster. and faster still. i'd sneak a peak at you just for a second to see how you are. and how many wrong turns bring us right eventually.

i miss you already

tschus.

i wonder...

2007-02-19T20:04:00.000+08:00

had that feeling again today. superhero complex aside, i've always wondered how it would feel like to be tossed around, hurled through buildings as my body comes colliding against walls, brick and glass, yet still remain unscathed. wouldn't invulnerability be a good thing? especially when you're the clumsy type. the kind that stubs his toes against table legs, or the kind that gets his fingers caught in between doors. just wondering.

oh by the way, if there was one of those long ass questionnaires asking you about yourself and there just so happens to be one that goes..

138. Fav Choc?
i would definitely say TWIRL!!!!! the one by Cadbury in the purple wrapping with yellow words!!! simple design, not so simple chocolate. 2 bars - swirls and curls of Cadbury Dairy Milk, Milk Chocoloate!!! pinch me! i've loved this thing since i was a fat kid man! now i'm a fat boy i still love it!

check this out: http://www.dooyoo.co.uk/food/cadbury-s-twirl/418934/

its the shit man. the swirls give it a very nice texture.

tv time! aww yeah!

i misses my baby

tschus

couch spud

2007-02-18T23:17:00.000+08:00

yesssssss...it feels so good to grow your ass on the couch watchin tv all day.

lookin back, came home from taiwan into the arms of loved ones, passed out of sispec as a sergeant, finally took that g-max reverse bungee ride and i watched three movies in a day. sweet. oh and i made a new blog skin. nothing fancy tho. pretty much simple like the last one. but still, pretty.

gonna have to report to bmtc on wednesday. oh i forgot to mention, i'm posted there now. uber sweet. tho i would've liked to take my chances in a unit, especially one a lil closer to home, i guess i always knew i'd end up in tekong. not that i'm complaining, a lotta the guys are posted there too. the only setback is that i won't be enjoyin the 5-day 8-5 week the guys at the unit are enjoying. but hey, at least goin to tekong throws any possibility of me training overseas out the window. =)

now in the time being, before wednesday i'm gonna have a lotta time on my hands. now that i think about it, i never really made good use of all the free time i had to do anything productive. unless growing a whole crop of ass counts as productive that is. lemme see....i helped ramli pick out a com last friday. really learnt a lot rollin with him, gettin all the parts and stuff. been outta touch with the latest pretty much, so it was a nice refresher course. we managed to d.i.y. his own com with all the decent parts and it only set him back $1500. with a lil bargaining of course. but still a pretty good offer no? he even got that new windows vista os. and that thing is sweet lah can? i tell ya i can salivate lookin at a bare motherboard.

its somethin i've always had goin as a kid. circuitry, silicone and hardware have always tickled my fancy. sometimes it makes me wonder if i shoulda gone for some engineering or mechanical course. damn it i love putting things together. and goin com shoppin with ramli was well, super. oh and i forgot to mention that i drove. ahahhaa.. ya boy was a quick thinker he was.
mum finally knew that i'm taking bike lessons. so when she said, "why don't you just drive?" i jumped on that and insisted that i drive the next few days ahahahah schwing!

gonna hit the sack now. sleepin with no bedsheets coz i'm just too lazy to put em on. =)

love you babe

and to all my Chi friends, Happy CNY guys.

tschus

parting shot kiss

2007-01-19T16:10:00.000+08:00

leaving for chinky land in a few hours. God, i hate going overseas. i know mum's got something to say about that. about how i'm fortunate enough and blah blah blah.

but honestly, i'm a home boy.

so yeah, the flight's at 10.30 but us poor souls have to part with our loved ones at 8.30. no melodrama is allowed tho i bet there will be many a mum shedding a tear or two. if mum cries i'm gonna scold her as usual hahahah

she won't know i'd be cryin too.

now, i'm gonna gripe about something, and that's the new security measures they've implemented for flights. for god's sake, no liquids in bags??? sheesh. ok lah, i'm sure someone can think of a 1001 ways to justify the new rulings. heck even i could. but can someone please justify why i can't dress comfortably yet decently for the flight? c'mon lah...TAILORED pants??? i know i'm being unresonable here but c'mon! who the heck below the bloody age of 40 nowadays wears tailored pants (sans all rude boys and aspiring businessmen)??? i'm totally bummed out man. now i'm leaving the country looking like a cock. so much for maintaining an image indeed.

i'll miss you love. i promise i will be back sooner than you know. take care of yourself ok?

i love you.

tschus

fine. leave.

2006-12-24T19:04:00.000+08:00

dumb cat.

that's all i care to say for now. so irritated.

but on a lighter note, today's dad's bday. 53 and still kicking. happy birthday dad. spent saturday with darl meandering through orchard trying to find him a gift. babe, really sorry if you got frustrated, but i really appreciate it that you helped me out. the entire stretch of orchard was packed like bulu sak! had to weave through several clusters of road-hogging idiots but we emerged more or less unscathed.

got dad a few things. one was this cool looking french press coffee maker, a coffee-tin cup set and a pack of coffee beans from coffeebean. i figured if i was gonna get him something i might as well get him something he'd actually use. plus i could use it for myself too lah hahahaa

gonna pick the darlin up soon to come with the fam for dinner. love you babes!

tschus

and merry xmas to all my friends who celebrate it. hua!

welcome baby

2006-12-17T10:58:00.000+08:00

i'm totally diggin' this local ska band, Comic Strip. check out their myspace guys, they're really good. minus the kentalan crowd that listens to them of course. hahah but really, pity the local ska scene. so many twinks destroyin the joy of listening to nicely crafted music.

yesterday was the shit man. came home and i got surprised. twice. went inside the house like normal, then outta nowhere dad calls for "baby....baby..." was wondering what the heck he was calling for. then outta nowhere this furball comes blitzing outta the kitchen chasing a small lil rubber ball. terkejot mongkeh sak! why the heck was there a cat in the house. my serviceman brain couldn't process the info for a while until i realised that my folks were totally cool with that lil bugger running around the house. then the shocker came. it, or baby as mum calls it, has been around since monday! it followed mum up to the house and the best part is, its toilet trained! God knows how. she scoped out the place and found the toilet. only that she dumps in my shower, thankfully. told babes that the strays must've been getting tips from the owned cats on where to take a shit ah hahaha. the folks found a replacement for me..boohooo..hahahha no lah kidding.

anyways, oh its a she, she's so so tame! and her fur's nice and clean for a stray. still pretty young too. and she's so so energetic! chases the lil bouncy ball all over the house man. its all cute and furry till it broke my mum's china bowl this morning. that's a bad baby. bad, bad baby. my dad pinched her ear and gave her a lecture hahah.. still tryin to get used to having an extra member in the house. a cat's something i've always wanted i guess. still trying to get used to cleanin up her mess in my toilet. confirm now with the amount of cleaning i'm doing my toilet is gonna be sparkling 24/7 sak. hahah

then the second surprise. my parents left for a jemputan and i was supposed to meet babes after they came back. and guess who they brought home with them? super shocked sei. luckily i was half ready sei. totally weird, but totally awesome at the same time. its a nice feeling, knowing that your other can come by and your parents welcome her and all. i was just sitting there takin it it all in for a bit and it was everything i could ever want. babes, my folks, and a cat. hahaha

ok lame. gotta go vacuum the carpets. kitty fur.

tschus

i miss you dear.

a kiss to send us off

2006-12-03T18:39:00.000+08:00

had a really short weekend of sorts. it sucks cause, when you miss someone, it sucks more to leave them when you've seen em, than to not seeing them at all.

coulda constructed that one a lil better, but i can't be bothered.

i already miss you so much.

unless they find a way to make people into siamese twins, i don't think i'll ever stop missing you.

tschus

you know my name

2006-11-19T12:33:00.000+08:00

ok, all the griping about there being a new, less than good-looking and blonde bond, in my opinion was totally unfound.

casino royale rocked monkey balls, man. no, seriously. i loved the back-to-basics, gritty and reckless bond. the others have been too nicely polished over the years. its nice to see 007 behaving like a professional bad ass. honestly, he makes pierce brosnan look like a wussy. sorry shaz but i just had to say that again. please please bring back daniel craig. i wasn't too up-to-date with what to expect from the movie, which explained my surprise at the lack of gadgets. or good old Q for that matter. then again he's supposed to be retired, replaced by an R if i'm not mistaken. i digress. every man should have a watch with laser beams and pen rockets at their disposal.

the opening chase of the bomb maker was fuckin' cool lah. seeing parkour and david belle in action was amazing. the fluid movements, the freedom is something only fat guys like me could only ever dream about.

its been how long now babes, 7 years coming? i feel like i've known you all my life. if only life was one long cable car ride, we'd traverse the skies in our little box and scoop clouds in our hands. lots of promises were made along the way. i intend to fulfill everyone of them.

i love you dear. happy anniversary. =)

tschus

the jungle boy is back

2006-11-18T09:53:00.000+08:00

olaaa to all phantom readers of its that brand new s***!, its been a while.

not been updating this blog coz well, i haven't got the time but thank God army life hasn't made me forget to put periods after my sentences. life's been pretty crazy as of late and a whole lotta shit has passed. in less than a week's time i will be officially herald a corporal (cheh, herald eh, padahal). which feels great coz i feel i've finally got something to show for on my sleeves and all those nasty love bites i got from my blind dates with tekong's insects weren't in vain.

speaking of tekong i just finished an exercise there, a finale to my course if you will, which tested us on our field knowledge and such. wasn't as bad as i thought it would be tho. so is that how ns is gonna be like for the next year plus? kanchiong spider for nothing when its really not that bad? looks encouraging.

i lost weight! a whopping 8 kilos to be exact tho i'm gaining em back with all the double whoppers i'm stuffin down my ass. anyways, yes, 8 kgs! but i still feel like a fatty. i'm sure babes has something to say about that right, love? hahahah.. but yeah lookin at the pre-ns hadi pics and the current hadi pics i'm super stoked on how i look now ah. the hair could use some work but the bod's not bad. not bad at all. hmm..is that a six pack? naw, its just the lighting. hahah.. i'm far from being a hot, lean and buffed hottie like brendan fraser was. and when i say this i'm referring to george of the jungle brendan fraser, not the mummy brendan fraser. that guy really let go of himself after that role didn't he? must be getting old me thinks.

so right now i'm enjoying my weekend, waking up in my own bed in my own room. rolling about before i take time to stretch and indulge in a long hot shower. =) feels good to be back man. the folks were happy to see me too. i know i give em a hard time sometimes but i can see now that they miss having me around. dad agreed to follow me to beach road tomorrow to make my name tag for my new uniform. i bought a size smaller for passing out parade. fitting lah konon ahhaha

oooohh prata for breakfast. gotta go. so so so looking forward to that movie with babes and the girls later on.

tschus Singapore.

fat boys make better boyfriends

2006-10-14T23:19:00.000+08:00

hell yeah!

to all the extra sized guys out there, you better believe it, we make better boyfriends. and that's a FACT. hahah..

can't really back it up ah, but who's checking right?

but if you think about it, its probably true. fat boyfriends won't cheat on you. we won't run away from you. (most of em can't) the worst thing we'll probably do is eat dinner without you. but aiyoh...no thanks to training, i'm down 7 kgs..bummer. i'm so gonna pile on the protein shakes after raya.

wak hindon's back from london for raya. its nice havin her around. apparently living in europe's made her a lil more clear-headed than the folks. which means that i can tell on my parents to her lah haahha.. so manje. i remember complainin about them before to her, and i think she talked to them or something.

shock. robin was attacked by either a fox or a dog. had a bad bite on his side. wak said that his guts was like spillin, ruptured and stuff. really sad stuff. he's part of the family sei. she told us that he was sent to the vet hospital and they fixed him up pretty good. recoverin now. poor fella. hope he gets better soon.

i miss babes. the weekends feel like they're gettin shorter and shorter. thank God i managed to book out early, or rather, late at night yesterday. went for supper with babe. piping hot murtabak and mee kuah at 11pm man. so so orgaz. being with her was a joy in itself.

finally got down to makin the cookies today. two whole batches at the same time. with the help of the mixing machine i spared myself the pains of kneading and mixing the ingredients. almost got it wrong sei. the cookie dough was waaaaay too soft. was a lil perplexed ah coz i followed the recipe like i normally do, except that i multiplied all the measurements by two. in the end i realised that i mixed the butter mixture for too long. pfffft...luckily mum came to the rescue, added more flour and voila! the cookies were ready to be baked. nothing like the smell of cookies bakin in the oven man. i have a habit of addin a lil more vanilla essence than i should. (vanilla. need i say more?)

i miss her..hope she's doin ok..

we'll sing a medley in the hazy night sky,
the wind our velvet curtains,
our voices our instruments
and the entire world's our stage.

tschus

we hate kitty killers

2006-09-24T10:19:00.000+08:00

kitty killers should be culled. period.

i'd like to think that of all the sick, depraved and sadistic things i've done, there's always a line that i never cross. but bullying lil kitties is just wrong man. very wrong. babes was just talking to me yesterday about how there were kitties being mistreated and tortured at her area. my heart really went out to them lah (the kitties). i mean...c'mon man...its like twisting the head off a cute lil harmless bunny.

mum and dad were pretty much appalled by it too. funny thing was they kept saying that the cat will curse the fag who kicked it, resulting in a deformed leg...or something to that effect.

Ramadhan, you are here and now..how we missed you..

its that time of the year again ay? sweet...there's always something spiritual about in the air. i'm gonna miss the nightly terawih prayers with my buddy ramli. and breaking fast at home. sigh.

*shrugs*

i'm gonna miss seeing her again. kinda worried about training in the fasting month. training schedule says that we're gonna have intensive physical training for the next 3 weeks or so. sheeesh. couldn't have come at a worse time. imagine standard obstacle course in the morning, strength training after lunch, and a run afterwards. my only concern...besides being totally wiped out by the first day, is that this month i foresee myself being forced to break fast mid day becoz of the training. its pretty demoralising to me. but alas...

oooohh oooohhh...

on to the more happy happy stuff..

i AM SO IN LOVE WITH THE NEW SAMSUNG ULTRA EDITION SERIES! its so bloody thin lah..even the slide ups and clamshells..wowweeee...unfortunately even if i wanted to get it i won't be able to use it coz its got cam functions. but ooohhh do i lust over it...

focus hadi. what's important must come first.

running a lil low on the moolah.

i love you sweetheart

i miss you.

tschus

The Next Episode: Pasir Laba

2006-09-15T16:19:00.000+08:00

got my posting today..

ok, rewind, rewind..

POP, block leave, posting..

ok.

I got my posting today. honestly, it was what i was expecting and that's great coz i've been preparing myself to go down the specialist path. the block leave's been great so far. managed to hang out with babes a lot. especially lookin forward to this weekend. hopefully the weather will be kind :)

hady mirza and jon leong huh? is it just me, or is this an exact replica of the last idol finals? anyhoo, i'll say this much. it looks like a tough match this time round. c'mon, be honest. the last idol finals was pretty predictable right?

oh yeah, i finally got round to snappin on a new RAM card for my com. it's much faster now. i won't call it speedy gonzales just yet tho. its been crazy goin back and forth to sim lim tryin to figure out what goes with what, what i had to look out for, to know. learnt a lot about my com. so a few days ago i was settlin into this new book, fascinating stuff it is. a true story about this shy, socially-awkward writer who transforms himself into the ultimate seducer. i'm learnin a hell lotta stuff on how to be a pick-up artist (there's an actual community of them in the world, studying techniques on how to seduce and pick up women). won't blab much about it so, the title's The Game by Neil Strauss. get on it if you wanna get wit it.

so yeah, while searching to and fro for computer components, i had an epiphany of what i loved doing.

i love to build things. it hit me like a brick. assemble. construct. there's something to putting things together, lo and behold the finish product that just gets me off. NO WONDER...that explains why i was always tinkering with lego..and that mini tool box set when i was a kid. knowing how something works and how to tweak it has always been something which i guess, i didn't realise i liked. that explains the tamiyas, bey blades and gundams..and cooking too if you think about it. combining the ingredients into something different altogether.

i dreamt of inventing stuff as a kid. soldering, hammering and screwin things together to make radars, weapon systems, time travelling machines. i took apart the VCR machine and prided myself in being able to fix it back again. there was this one trip to sim lim square, where all the motherboards were hanging out like meat for sale. it was such an orgaz experience for me, to be able to see the complicated inner workings and i often dreamt of having the knowledge and ability to just assemble something just as elaborate from scratch.

which i did during school i guess. i used to have this sketch book where i'd doodle plans and designs of gifts i'd make for my crushes. of course, most of them didn't materialise, either that or they weren't really made as planned. but the creative process was something i enjoyed. especially if i am able to take ordinary things lying around the house and make something out of it, that's truly orgaz.

come to think about it, i wouldn't mind at all taking a diploma in engineering or even mech. DnT was my fav subject anyway. right now, i've got two goals for myself. one is to learn more about customisin a computer and the other, how to tweak and repair a car. yeah..

talking world ah...i think its the weather..

miss you babes..

tschus

orgaz sak~

2006-09-03T11:41:00.000+08:00

omg..

i can't believe it..

is it really TRUE????

i'm passing out in 3days!!! woohooo!! oh man.. time passes by fast when you're suffering huh? hahah.. managed to finish my monumental 24km route march, grenade throwing test and standard obstacle course this week. i really wonder where my fitness went to before and during NS man. i distinctly remember 2.4km runs being chicken feet to me. ah well, nevertheless, its over!!! gaaahahahahahhawwwagadahagliuhdfqwuil (incoherent babbling bursts of madness)

booking in at 1845 today. so many things i've missed in the real world. managed to meet up with babes on book out day, with hamid and yus yesterday.

don't think i've got a lot to talk about. so let's just keep this short.

i love you babes

tschus.

i will survive, hey hey

2006-08-09T00:43:00.000+08:00

shaven heads, morning reveilles and profane dialect probably sums up my ns life right now.

its been 5 weeks since the send off and i'm halfway through my BMT. aww yeaaaahh!!! 4 more weeks to go. please please bring forth the day i can curse and swear as i throw my jockey cap into the sky.

training's not that bad ah..feelin pretty shagged right now coz i got to book out only at 2000hours (8pm). bummer. other companies were happily booking out in the afternoon while we were doin basic close combat training and our mock-ippt test. i think i screwed up big time on the run, but pats on the back for the 4 stations. yes, that's 4, because big boys don't have to do sit and reach. hahah

anyways, i think there's something about tekong. maybe its the fengshui or whatchamacall but i've never been 100% medically fit since i first went there. there's the persistent on off fever and of course the infamous tekong cough. its not unusual to see hordes of nsmen suddenly going into coughing fits and retching. it gets really bad i tell you. drinkin water doesn't help at all. i went to see the medical officer one time for my fever and cough, and i think the doc said i had a throat infection. was prescribed a coupla pills, antibiotics and coughin syrup. it went away for a while (i think) but ever since i dunno when its been with me ever since.

now one of the things i really look forward to during ns is the admin time. that's pretty much all the free time we have, when we can parade around our floors half naked and in flip flops, and make calls to our loved ones. but trust me on this, a better part of our free time will definitely go into washing our clothes hahah..*shrugs* the army.

another thing i look forward to is bookin out, definitely. esp when you know that there's someone waiting for you at that train station, it makes you forget every shitty day you've ever had in camp.

tired. that's why my writing sucks. oh wait, not a valid excuse.

another thing i look forward to, sleep

i love you babes.

tschus

Hear Ye'! MNG top for sale!

2006-07-03T00:52:00.000+08:00

Hear ye, hear ye! MNG top for sale!

Its pink, green and never worn before! Goin' for 27 bucks!
Size's S! It's got these pink and green straps which you cross at the back.

Front of top.

Back of top.

If you're interested, please leave a message on my tagboard or contact me at 91261462. Cash on delivery pls.

Selling tops, FOOOOOO!!!

C.L.S

2006-06-30T22:34:00.000+08:00

decided to flex the old brain for a lil creative juice. results are as follows

(be warned, it's complete and utter crap)

C.L.S
by Hadi An

forgive me i'm not perfect
you see me through my lies
and i forget the things that matter
am i still in your eyes

and i swear i would be better
but better's far from good
i do the things i shouldn't
but i forget the things i should

forgive me dear

this is a crappy love song
yes, its a crappy love song
would you listen to my
crappy love song
crappy love song
crappy love song...

'i'm sorry's' out of fashion
i screw up all the time
i never mean to hurt you, babe
bet you hear that all the time

but without you babe well i'm a mess
i can't see myself without you
i'm a dumb monkey in a dress
but i swear i'll always love you

please forgive me dear

this is a crappy love song
yes, its a crappy love song
don't you agree dear
crappy love song
crappy love song
won't you forgive me
i'm singing a crappy love song...

packin my bags

2006-06-28T18:27:00.000+08:00

came home today after lunch with a couple of things for NS.

1. new toothbrush
2. a tube of toothpaste
3. travel size detergent
4. deodorant

got my extra PT pants, jersey, tank top and garters from beach road with darl last sunday. oh, and we went to hanan's chalet. pity we couldn't stay overnight tho. but with the way the chalet was looking, i doubt i'd wanna sleep in with those guys hahaha

when i'm at a chalet esp with a bbq i'd normally drift towards manning the pit coz well...i'd hate to eat food not cooked right. plus the guys weren't exactly outdoor cooks so i decided to lend a hand. its fun grillin (and subsequently burning some of the food), playing grown-up masak2. wish some of the other guys who couldn't make it could have been there..

superman returns!!!!!!!

miss you babe..

so lazy to run

tschus

waking up to you

2006-06-28T18:22:00.000+08:00

(continued)

let's just wrap this up. the highlight of the whole trip was waking up to her on a sunday morning under cool crisp sheets. niiiiceee..

the trip was ok tho in my opinion we didn't (or couldn't) make the best of it shopping wise. i mean, in KL you'd expect to get some really cheap stuff but when you spend RM429 on a pair of jeans, you know you konked up. hahahha..but hey, consolin myself with the fact that those jeans aren't available here (or so i hope).

got back home with a stash of chewing gum and happy memories..

miss you babe..

tschus

oooh! NUTS!

2006-06-21T09:53:00.000+08:00

the past weekend's been weird. well, in a nice way i guess. i don't normally mix my personal life and family life. and believe me, there's a very biggggg line between the two. but i decided to take the plunge and ask darl along to my fam's weekend trip to KL.

and just like prata and ice cream, it was a case of two unlikely scenarios put together and turning out great. iyaaahhh...

started off nicely ah...felt bad coz babe had to wake up rrreeallly early in the mornin for us to pick her up. when our parents met...halamak...i was like..errrrrrr all the way. felt weird ah, coz you never know what might happen. but everything looked fine and when we departed i was very very relieved the first step went well.

the woodlands checkpoint was jammed as shit man.. so the folks opted to use the second link instead. we stopped by the raffles marina for a peepee stop and me and darl decided to kidnap an unsuspecting bowl of peanuts which kept us company for the next two days hahah

to be continued..

ssssss.....aaahhhhh...

2006-06-14T21:57:00.000+08:00

wah lau ehhh..

pain sak my legs..

so much for 3.2...today jadi 1.6 lak..hahah..wanted to catch singapore idol.

a lil musing here..why do they have judges on a show that is determined by public votes? to provide a sound and rational (tho at most times we all can agree that it is anything but) evaluation of each contestant's performance? or maybe its just to give the show a conscience of sorts.. but whatever..all i wanna say is, the judges are redundant and they make silly remarks. for what its worth, ken lim, for all his 'over the glasses' look and pessimistic remarks is a model of honesty and the slap of reality the kids need in the competition. jacinta abishewhatsherface gets MY vote for the most redundant judge in that panel. i mean...what the hell??? her comments are as useless as a worn out kitchen sponge! what's she tryin to do, upstage dick or something? sheeesh..i hate old divas. just like mariah carey. what the hell happened to that bitch anyways? she used to be so classy. and THIN. now she's a booty shakin, cleavage barin', wave ya lil pinky ring second rate tai tai who surrounds herself with delicious looking guys just to create the illusion that she's desirable.

now for someone who REALLY does that and actually pulls it off, i tip my hat to hugh hefner, the founder of playboy and owner of the delightfully sinful heaven on earth called the playboy mansion. way to go hughie!

spain plays good! must go watch..

hey babe?

loove youuuu

tschus

3.2! iyaaaah!!

2006-06-13T19:28:00.000+08:00

FINALLY!

I finally managed to move my ass fast enough to finish a decent 3.2 km run. its been a while. suffering from sore calves at the moment but it was completely worth it. the panting, the sweat, the sweat...oh man...i love endorphins.

thank God for the Great Singapore Sale, by far the most effective national campaign ever. I was lunching with dad at IMM this noon when we decided to walk around a lil before pickin nyai up from the dialysis centre. and as usual i drifted into the nature's farm outlet. and lo and behold, what did i see?? myomax tubs goin for half price! orgasm sak!

so as i wiped myself off i went to inspect the protein powders. i seem to be getting into the habit of acting like a first time customer at these places. kinda enjoy the whole feeling of being waited on and having your questions answered by knowledgeable staff. and the staff at nature's farms outlets really know their stuff. i should know. being a gym bunny, (or hamster, by some accounts) i read up on supplements and shit like that so i know more or less if someone is just tryin to sell me something or recommend me something that would work best for me (case in point: GNC) if you've been to a GNC outlet you'd notice that the staff there are pretty young. most of them are ah lians anyway. ask them about shit and you're most likely to get the blur look. ok ok, so some of them DO know their stuff. but i really gotta hand it to the nature's farm staff. most of them are aunties but their product knowledge is superb i tell ya. so yeah, don't believe the hype. just coz an institution looks all hip and fancy doesn't mean that it will give you the best bang for your buck.

ouch..

luckily i have that OTO trimax thingy..my calves are killin me man

looove yoouuuuu

tschus

its that brand new shit V.3! FOOOO!!!

2006-06-10T15:12:00.000+08:00

its back with a new look! not that it ever went anywhere.

not much changes have been made to the previous design in terms of layout, but i thought i'd give it a cleaner touch, with a subtle emphasis on MY pink and green colour scheme without making it look too conspicuous.

and yes, i indignantly state that I, Hadi An, started the whole pink and green thang. i was a lil ruffled up at first when last year's baybeats brochures started emulating the colour theme. and rightfully so. i mean, compared to a widely promoted event like baybeats, how could a humble blog like mine with a mere readership of two (true numbers have been shrunk for humility) ever prove that I came up with P&G first?

ah well...*shrugs* no use gettin all riled up about it. it might even be a good thing. maybe one day people will come to accept the P&G and associate it with the blog. just like how i refuse, absolutely, to change my msn nick. i know some people have told me that it sounds like i'm trying too hard to sound witty and that they're bored with my nick. but i'll say this - "dolphins are gay sharks" will now and forevermore be associated with Hadi An. and vice versa. perhaps many years down the road (i give it a maximum of two) both of these brands will be synonymous with myself and when they explode into mainstream popularity, that's when the powers of association will show its true might.

hahahahahaha.. oh man...i just took one step back and read that passage.. and i'm like..what the fuck?? hahahha..i am SO delusional.

so its less than a month to the shave off. leslie and neil would already be in their respective camps right now. les in the commandos and neil in tekong's school 1. gonna miss those guys. i figured i'd at least try to make my life less mundane, at least set myself a focus or a goal so i wouldn't be living my life on a day-to-day waiting for the inevitable to happen. so it was gym gym gym gym eat sleep meet the darl, gym gym gym gym and repeat.

not that i'm a specimen of physical superiority now, but i fit into my jeans and fill out my tops a lil better. i'd hate to imagine the kind of attention i'd get after shavin off the excess booty in booty camp. yeeaaaap. bald heads and waif bodies sure are a hit with girls. pffffffftttt

oh and i SWEAR i will NEVER go clubbing during ns with a bunch of my ns-mates. i went clubbing recently and on various occasions i'd spot these sartorically impaired long sleeved striped shirt and jeans wearin dark faced fuzz heads walkin into a club like a route march. hahahha.. its just so OBVIOUS for goodness sake. and so funny. i wonder if i can shave reeeaall close to my scalp to make it look good. i don't dare relive the fuzzy head pri6 days. brrrr.. hopefully i'll have a dome nice enough to carry the hiphop bald look. niiice..

gonna meet the darl later.

pfffft...miss YOU.

tschus

on a silver platter

2006-05-13T14:11:00.000+08:00

maybe i'm stupid.

i'm worst at what i do best

2006-05-11T21:29:00.001+08:00

true. very true. that line strikes a chord with me.

i never really grew up in an environment that celebrated mediocrity. well, not my little successes in life no less. no pat on the back, no encouragement (at least from what i remember). success (at least, that of my own) was taken as if expected. to be honest, nobody at home really made me feel like i was good enough for anything. that and through the constant teasing about being a human lard ball, i guess i grew up to depreciate myself and my abilitiesm simply because nobody told me i was good enough.

so that's why i take all compliments with diabetic pinches of salt.

i was about to continue my rant but i couldn't be bothered.

anyways sent dad to the clinic at gleneagles, the official birthplace of hadi an. the clinics there were, just as the hospital itself is, privately owned. and daaaaamn... you don't really expect anything less from a hospital smack right in the middle of one of the more exclusive areas in singapore. i mean, the clinics were furnished differently from each other but daaamn.. the one my dad went to was sparsely furnished.. but it was wow. you can tell by the stacks of singapore tatler on the lil coffee tables they have for your reading pleasure. dad's consultation alone was eyebrow raising, but i have no doubt the doc's good.

dad's scheduled for surgery on 23 may. hey, isn't that x3's release date? nvm...he'll be admitted for one night. should be ok ah. just a small surgery with all the usual risks.

went to the gym today. finally. did the usuals, running warmup followed by chest and then back. something was not quite right...granted, i felt a lil weak from my recent recovery, but my heart was pounding really hard, like i left it behind in a race and it was trying desperately to keep up. was caught breathless most of the time. by the end of my trainin i was already woozy and had to sit down at one corner of the gym my vision was a little blurry. i broke with practise and decided to ingest the protein powder earlier than i should, which was already a light dosage. my knees felt seriously worn out but i continued to push myself through the last few grand finale sets. at the end of it, i was beat, super beat. but i guess the endorphins were pushing me and my ass along. nobody will pity you. and you sure as hell don't need it. i told her once that i didn't believe in the idea of people helping me anymore. (the words of a true hypocrite who still takes pocket money from his own dad) i do get angry thinkin about it. the idea that nobody will be there for me. that i'm weak for expecting people to be there for me. that no matter what people say about being there for you, its all wishful thinking. untruths if you will. and that gets me mad, and it drives me. i don't like to play mind games with myself. but sometimes that's the way to go.

on the way back, i really started to question my coronary state of health. my heart was already sputterin back in the gym n recently with the fever i could feel the junk from the food i eat shoot straight up into the ticker. which is probably why i don't eat much nowadays.

heh, yeah, that and blue monkeys with wings are harrassin a nice broad from kansas.

maybe its all in the mind. and that other alternative medicine mumbo jumbo shit.

lookin forward to tomorrow, if its gonna happen.

i miss you.

tschus

i'm worst at what i do best

2006-05-11T21:29:00.000+08:00

does a dentist knock out the dents?

2006-05-09T15:06:00.000+08:00

just sent the car over to the workshop out back. $450's what it takes to knock out a few dents and make like nothing ever happened.

took dad to the clinic at JP. waited for bloody 4 hours before we were done sak. one of the patients before us was in there for like...an hour. check ape tah. dad has this growth thingy roughly the size of a golfball below his knee. no idea what the hell it is. took a few xrays and apparently, from what i could see, it seems that some kinda new bone is forming outta the shin bone and the rest is just liquid. freaky. he's seein the specialist on thurs. which is a good thing coz we're pickin the car up tml night.

went about to the old 'hood to get dad's hair cut. now the barbers there have known my dad for some 20 odd years, which is practically a lil more than the rest of my life. and i've not seen them for a few years so imagine the shock they both had to see this fat shaggy haired guy walk into the shop. it was nice talkin shop with them. talked about school, further plans and such. dad's cut barely lasted longer than a chimpanzee's orgasm and he was done. 20 years of cuttin the same style man. uncle omar could probably do it with his eyes closed. so we said goodbye and left for home. maybe i'll go back there to trim my hair before ns, just as a show of respect.

nah.....maybe not. hehehe..

tschus

guitar strummed callouses

2006-05-08T12:07:00.000+08:00

time does wonders for you when you have enough to burn away. started to play the guitar again and downloading songs. decided to check up on nirvana. yes, i've not really heard of the band, so i decided to pay some due attention. please don't balk. at least i'm not like one of those semangat people who discover something old(new) and gush over it. its fun, its exciting, yes, get over it.

well i listened to smells like teen spirit. first listen, boom. fell in love with it. found a piece of my childhood that i missed. which is a lot mind you. 1996 is sort of a pivotal year for me. that's when i really started to be aware of my surroundings and shit. didn't even know how to ride the bus alone back then. my late emergence into independence and self-discovery was kinda late as compared to my peers. to put it, i was a pretty ignorant fat kid. so '96. cobain died like what..'94? well yeah...i remember my malay teacher askin me which singer i liked best. and being the dumbass i was, i couldn't for the life of me think of anybody. my knowledge of music, pop culture and basically everything else was pretty shot. so i said, "p ramlee". becoz he was the only guy that came to mind, whose music i could easily relate to, having watched his bujang lapok films oh so many times.

but yeah, smells like teen spirit. nirvana's breakout track. forever the anthem of teenage angst. and surprisingly easy to play. i memorised the whole song and learnt to play both the guitar and drums for the song on the same day. amazing. the next day i learnt arctic monkey's i bet you look good on the dance floor. sweet. feels good knowing something to play on the guitar.

dad's spent a lot this month...first on the pvc shutters in our balcony. bloody thing got stuck waaay up there. my house was in danger of being flooded whenever it rained. that's already like $260 and he had to replace the water heater unit coz it was all rusted up and corroded. that set him back $220 sigh..and he says that he wants to knock out the dent and scratch i made on the car...that'll probably cost a bomb too.. aii..

everybody wished they were loaded. but if i were loaded and spoilt....no thanks.. like this guy

http://www.bryanboy.com

he's rich, spoilt and fab. bitched about nobody being able to drive him to starbucks. bloody spoilt kid. if there's one thing i hate, its brats.

tschus

2 months left

2006-05-02T14:09:00.000+08:00

got 2 months left before the shave off. but at least i'll get to watch the string of wonderful movies i've been waiting for all year. and the world cup! oh boy... couch potato goodness i tell you.

putting gym on hold. slight change to my training program. trying to lose weight after i've been getting comments...all of them bordering around the "g" word. how i wish it stood for gorgeous, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

gonna cycle out to bukit panjang, pay a visit to the newly renovated bp plaza. should be interesting.

miss you..

tschus

confessions of an unsound mind

2006-04-27T11:50:00.000+08:00

sometimes i fear myself.

i'm afraid of the person looking back at me in the mirror.

his eyes...looking straight into mine. its a gaze i cannot escape. its an emotion i'm afraid belies me.

i have no idea why i've been so volatile nowadays.

i'm afraid i'll hurt the people i love. God, i'm even more afraid that i'll hurt the people i hate.

i'm afraid that one day i'll finally lose a grip on my own leash. succumbing to the numbing feeling, fearful, and exhilarated at the same time.

God, help me. Save me from myself.

its been so long

2006-04-21T11:21:00.000+08:00

Keeping this short and sweet..

Happy Anniversary dear..

and here's to many more memories. i'm truly blessed, even if i don't tell you that i am.

*kiss*

=)

fuckin joyride

2006-04-16T10:19:00.000+08:00

it was like i was in some kinda cliched teen flick. boy takes his parent's car out for a joy ride and ends up wrecking it.

ok perhaps the word 'wreck' was a lil too strong. "ruined the fucking paint job" sounds much better.

ramli asked if i wanted to hang with yus and the boys on friday and i said yeah, why not. wasn't doin nuts anyway. that's when i came up with the bright ass idea to roll out the car. you know, coz it was rainin and all. (at least that was what i rationalised myself with) things were ok, picked ramli up, much to his surprise/delight and the guys later at cck. so there we were rollin out to town in my dad's car. reached orchard and parked the car at far east. everything was ok...went around town, played pool and shit. we went to that hot shot arcade on the same floor to try out that classic punching game. apparently it measures your punches in miles per hour depending on the speed the pad smacks against the base.

when we got there there was this one crazy ass kid smacking the hell out of the machine. and when i say hell i mean HELL...fucking crazy son. he was a lil tall, well built wearing a white tee and a shirt with the sleeves cut off. he looked like one of those self-indulgent chinky kids who think they're some kinda wandering-karateka kinda types. so this guy was pounding the thing round after round slotting in coin after coin.

now had he been holding the machine up that wouldn't be much of a problem. but what really got EVERYBODY tripping was that this kid was smacking up scores of 190 and 180 mph.

FUCK SON!!!! for those reading this do you have ANY idea how GOOD that is??? my highest so far is 160 and the average person smacks 100. so do the math. who is this guy????

and everybody just stood there and gawked at the guy. he didn't really care much for the crowd anyways. i asked this young mat beside me who the hell he was. the mat didn't know either. tells me that crazy boy was just sittin there by the games and suddenly walked up to it and started playing.

so there he was, totally owning the machine. repositioning the fucker so he'd get a good shot at it. he smacked it with his right forearm. 189, 190, 197 mph...then his left palm. 167, 165, 160 mph.. then the bloody wanker kicked it! KICKED it. he fucking KICKED a punching machine. the irony was lost on me. even with his kicks he was smacking a 160 mph average. me and ramli were totally embarrassed to even attempt now. i think the mats beside us were too.

fortunately crazy boy's stash of tokens ran out. now it was the mats turn. they were your usual garden variety ah. fucked up look but still kids. and i was so so so amused when they went at it and the thing just went pek. hahahaha seriously. they were like urging each other on the most they got out of it was 101 mph. ahhahaa..lembik giller siot.. somehow encouraged by this, me and ramli took a shot. i managed a 160 average, not bad considering the last time i tried my average was 130 mph. ramli was 140.

so we roamed orchard before deciding on headin on down to arab street. that was when the fucked up part happened. i was taking the slope down outta the carpark when my side caught the side wall of the slope. i was like fuck fuck fuck.. reversed and checked the damage. bloody hell it was dented and the paint job was absolutely fucked. great job hadi...great job..

in the end we didn't go to arab street. went around looking for a solution. a cover up, anything. i was so so fucked. to cut the story short afer supper at al-azhar i took the guys home. it was just me and my best mate ramli on the drive back home.. fucked man

the next day i had to tell dad. coz he was gonna use the car in the morning. by all accounts, i was let off kinda easy. he just told me, "i told you not to drive the car." that's it. and this morning he told me to drive to the market with him. apparently my mum doesn't know. i hope he doesn't tell on me. so yeah...i'm kinda glad i made this mistake. it was a costly mistake, but i'm still glad nonetheless. now nobody can say that i'm an inexperienced driver, coz i've been fucked before. and now everytime i step into the car, i'll have a good look at the damage to remind myself to be a better driver next time. and hopefully, dad will see that i'd have become one too.

well..sunday cartoons.

i miss you dear.

tschus

whaddya think?? GOSH

2006-04-14T09:03:00.000+08:00

So the big hoohaa's shifted from Tammy to the electoral candidates. Good thing too, poor girl's probably embarrassed to death that old tech-savvy uncles are wankin off watching her from their lil hidden stash of local porno in their computer.

Not that i'm at all fazed by the elections. i'm just tryin to live my life day to day right now. waiting for NS. workin out and bummin around's the routine for now. was readin the papers just now and holy crap what do i see that makes the front page? another dumb religious zealot case. this time the fucker bangs up his daughters, tells them that he 'owns' them and that as a dad it was better for him to do the fucking instead of other people. yeah right. fuckin sicko. ashley simpson should sing a song this guy called I.D.I.O.T. worse still, the dude has the cheek to say that he 'misintrepreted the Quran' and that he was 'remorseful'.

oh yeah buddy, like that's gonna work. honestly people. and yes, the man's malay. a low-educated ignoramus who just happened to find salvation in his religion and followed it blindly like there's no tomorrow. he probably even made up some stuff as he went along. maybe what my gay history teacher told me a long time ago was true. religion IS the opiate of the masses. note that masses is just one m full of asses. seriously. even the whole JI clique who got arrested, can you truly say that they were smart enough to be able to defend their 'conviction' to believe that they should resort to terrorism to make a statement? most of them were school drop-outs and were not well-to-do. correct me if i'm wrong. but most of them were those kinda dudok kat bawah block main dam or lepak kat kedai kopi nyer pakcik. or worse. the kind of pakciks that grow beards and hang out at mosques in their lil suspicious looking cliques. the truth is, they were dumb and just followed what they thought would be an easy long-term solution to their miserable lives. dumb asses.

And just what the community needs, another ignorant-ass religious zealot to cast us all into the whole twisted perverted westernised muslim-stereotype. so people describe this guy as a generally nice person overall. he just had some weird views on the religion. he should be buried up to his neck and stoned by lil kids with Battle B-Daman toys man.

but i'm not gonna go on a religious spiel and try and correct what that dumbass did here. i've had all i can take of religious zealots. my dad's one of them. but i tell you its bloody bullshit. the hypocrasy of it all. omg. he prays and reads the Quran and what not but GOD he ogles at women on the telly and is so bloody impatient. its sad. and i thought he learnt something on his haj. bah...

he just came into my room lookin all serious and was like ..

"Hadi, you've got two months to NS right?"
"Three."
"Right, three. So remember, I want you to be able to recite AND memorise the Kursi and Yaasin verses by then."
"Yeah yeah....i will"
"I think i remember i gave you a book with the romanisation somewhere.." proceeds to rummage through my drawers
"Ba, what're you doin?? its not there!"
"I know its here somewhere...." still rummaging
"look, i'll do it later k? don't worry" tries to stop him
"okok, but i think i gave you one (a yaasin book)"
"no ba, you didn't. don't worry i'll memorise it by then"
"ok," relents and moves away from my cupboards "but remember to do it, and there is a yaasin file in the computer so put it in your mp3 or whatever and listen to it and memorise it"

that sounded like some sorta ultimatum. i didn't like it at all. sure its good to know the verses and all but he only wants me to learn em for protection against spirits ghosts and the like at tekong. oh come on! many people went through life at tekong completely fine. why should i worry that i'd have close encounters? while i can't guarantee that i won't, its the way my dad's pushin this on me that really irks me. he makes it seem like its some sorta spell that i can use to dispel unwanted guests in camps blah blah. honestly. there's a fine line between being pious and superstitious. i don't see why we have to worry about other supernatural-beings (that exist no doubt) if we are single-minded in our approach to religion.

oh wow, a really long entry. now i can feel good about myself that i wrote so much.

Good Friday to all my Christian friends!

tschus

baah

2006-04-13T20:08:00.000+08:00

i wanted to write something about the meaningless pursuit of degrees but in typical hadi fashion i waved it off and decided to go fuck off instead.

oh what a world it would be for hadi to say everything on his mind.

self-restraint's a bitch.

tschus

the call has sounded, and i must answer...ACCHIIILEEEEHHH!!!

2006-04-12T09:58:00.000+08:00

listenin to this wild remastered track from sergio mendes, bossanova extraordinaire.. FOOH

well its finally arrived. two folds of your typical government sealed documents sitting on my study table beside me. 7th july, Friday, 1.30pm. my first step into 'manhood'. i guess sans the timing clashing with friday prayers its a good day to be sent away. plus its the day after my graduation ceremony, so yeah.

2 years isn't long. at least that's what i tell myself. its good and bad in a sense, coz by the time i realise its over, i'll have to start thinkin about my future and the possibility of furtherin my studies...

time will tell and come when it does.

tschus

and they went ppppfffffffffttt..bang!

2006-04-09T09:02:00.000+08:00

rushed down to woodlands civic yesterday for a temp job. me and liz got wind of this temp blow job that payed pretty well.

it was this children's event thingy called The Joy of Reading. I heard it was some sorta story reading finals and a minister was invited hoo haa.

so back to my job, me and darl were assigned to the balloon station! sswwweeeettt..blowin up balloons for the pay we were gettin was kinda generous. blow job! whaddya think? GOSH! (ala napoleon dynamite) and damn, it was kinda tiring too. but me and darl are the kinda work-folk when once we get into the motion of doing something, we won't stop. hahaha..so there we were pumpin out balloons and givin em out to lil kiddies from 9 to 5.

we had 3 helium tanks between us. it was a cool job really, considering the downsides. the kids were soooo cute. of course, there were the lil brats and a certain 'bunch' of kids i'd rather not talk about here. most of em would be polite enough to smile and say thank you. honestly i had no idea how huge balloons were to kids. we had a perpetual queue ever since we started and it never let up. i was in between blowin up the balloons and tying em up when i told liz "where are the all coming from??" hahahaa..

but yeah, really man..the queue! all the kids wanted balloons. it was cool seein the look on the kids' faces when you hand em their balloon. job satisfaction man. then there was the frustration when the kids would run about and accidentally let go of their balloons. urgh..but it was cool ah.. the lunch was pow! our employers for the day were 3 nice women. totally. the ring leader was this really cool mother2 figure. she even gave us cash for lunch omg! and the best part was we didn't even buy lunch! she told us to eat at the buffet at the back of the event set aside for the people involved in the event. man..then we got treats and what not. oh yeah, i went back with a bag full of leftover prizes. hahha..bears that look like ty bears. colourful. and ice cream.. oh man.. we were so lucky..
then again we did work hard for it lah ahahah..

ok..gonna breakfast now..hmmm..think i'll make eggs..

tschus..

damn you amos. i hate your anus

2006-04-07T23:53:00.000+08:00

uuurrrgghhh...

damn you amos...i hate your anus..

i took you by the bag and shoved you down..

urgh..

never again..

feelin so disgusted with myself..

pffft..

tschus..

its a dream come true at 90 km/h

2006-04-06T15:09:00.000+08:00

i was zippin to my mum's office at imm when it occured to me. shit, i'm actually driving. i'm actually doing this. in that moment of revelation - and later shock, i almost drove into a wrong lane - i was actually proud of myself. and yes, so was dad, tho he pretends not to be overtly excited by it.

kinda what i did too when i got home after passing. refused to tell my folks anything. dad got to know only after he found the slip of paper on my bed. but yeah, i was driving back home from lot1 when i caught him smiling to himself. it was a nice feeling. no need for huge celebrations, just a silent mutual sense of pride. back-patting never did feel right for me, even in the most deserving of cases. or maybe its just my knack of downplaying my achievements.

but i guess, this time i can blow my own trumpet for passing the test. 16 demerit points for turning into a wrong lane, insufficient acceleration, and beating an amber light. which in my point of view is not bad for someone who learnt how to drive in less than a day. 22.5 hours. that's like learning to drive in a day and still have enough time for an hour and a half crap. i am now by far my instructor's fastest graduating student.

on the day i passed over the last my bank account had to offer he took my hand and pumped it good. i never saw him smile before then and he even let a chuckle escape his normally gritty middle-aged ah pek persona. that too was an achievement i guess. and to quietly celebrate i talked to her over the phone. the only person i actually bothered to tell really. of course for the rest of you who had messaged me asking, thanks a lot guys.

hopefully i'll get dad to trust me enough to take the car out on my own.

i love you babes.

tschus

hold the caffeine please

2006-04-01T00:16:00.000+08:00

i'm having an affair..dancing with julie london. haha..

no no, seriously. never listen to cry me a river during a caffeine-induced anxiety attack. the slowness will kill ya. ahahhaa..

heard it several times before..but not this version i guess. and yeah, i heard it on V for Veerasamy i watched with darl. good movie by the way.

back to my caffeine-induced anxiety attack. i think i'm sensitive to caffeine. i'll get jumpy. had some coffee over dinner with dad at westmall's delifrance. with mum away dad decided to do a lil guy shopping. he got a new house phone, i got new speakers. SWEET. they're super loud man. and when we got home we started opening em up like eager kids.

talked to dad about ciggys in the car. not really a convo i'd start about especially with, of all people, my dad. but the radio had some people talkin about quittin smokin, so i decided to ask dad about how he kicked the habit. by my father's own account, he confessed to being a social smoker at most. unlike mum. so the habit was relatively easy to kick. so was his bro, mia onkel. according to him, people don't really get addicted to smoking, they just develop a habit. it was cool hearing from ya own old man poo-pooin the whole 'you'll get hooked on your first smoke' myth. aka read in between the lines its ok to smoke socially ahhaah.. and that sparked off a whole tirade about the diff chemicals and what not to how great granddad used to roll up his own using a particular leaf. it was interesting talking to him like that.

just made the snakc for tml's picnic at east coast with the clique. oh how tempted am i to bring that old wicker picnic basket. it'll be soooo pearl harbour hahaha

ah well..
nights..

i miss you love.

tschus.

my bags are packed and i'm ready to go...

2006-03-31T08:24:00.000+08:00

mum just left for the airport in a cab. she's goin to jakarta for a couple a days to see her friend. dad couldn't come back home in time to send her off. i'm not really big on the whole bon voyage thing. i guess he wasn't either.

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE hahahahha

no more smoke smell in the house!!! woohoooo... mum can smoke all she wants on cheapo ciggys in indo. at least we're all happy. plus i can clean up the mess she left behind and enjoy a few days of neat and tidy around the house.

hmmmm..plus dad is workin night shift again tonight. i hope. i can SO stay out till wee hours man..which if he does, i am so gonna. don't get chances like this man.. must must exploit hahaha

anyhoo, babes just started work. i'm so proud of you!!! *insert girlish squeal* hahah..

gonna do the guy thing and work out..again..

tschus

V for Achileeeehhh!!!

2006-03-30T12:38:00.000+08:00

finally i have something to enter my blog. life's been painfully mundane these past few weeks. contemplated my prospects of getting a job before ns to kill the boredom. but with 2 months left before enlistment i doubt i'd get a job worth going to everyday. the pay'd probably be peanuts anyways.

speaking of pay, the moolah is one thing i'm worried about. the last i counted there was only one digit in front of two decimal points in my bank account. pathetic. i'm surviving on change my dad leaves on the leaving room table. a case of a teenage boy with a primary school kid's budget. lollies and ice cream were only 40 cents a pop. DAMN! i feel like one of those old foggies who reminisced how a dollar could get you a five course dinner at a restaurant or something. then again one dollar IS a hundred one cent coins....random thought.

oh yeah, ramen ten that jap restaurant's halal now. big surprise for me. nothing catches your attention like a HUGE halal sign outside a jap restaurant. hahah..

gonna duke it out at the gym later.. got my supplements..courtesy of dad. waiting for my gear to dry out..

good luck on ya first day at work darl :)

tschus

Brightest

2006-03-21T23:26:00.000+08:00

If you find yourself here on my side of town
I'd pray that you'd come to my door
Talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about
Cause I don't remember anymore

I just know that she warms my heart
And knows what all my imperfections are
And she said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar

And I just know that she warms my heart
And knows what all my imperfections are
And she says that I am the brightest little firefly in her jar....

- Copeland