The One at the Ford car centre

I'm stuck at the new Ford car centre at Alexandra Rd. It's nice and spanking. But it turned out to be shitty. It all started when we got stuck in traffic at a U-turn. For $1.50. Yes. Then the taxi dropped us in the pouring rain. Nice way to start our visit to the new Ford centre. The car was supposed to be done by 2pm. We reach at 1:50pm. The nice lady at the reception (I'm using nice. But you know what I mean) told us that since it's 1:50pm and it was supposed to be done by 1:50pm, we will have to wait 10mins. I mean. 10mins. It's fine. My meeting is at 2:30pm and school's so near. No problem. I then walked around abit to explore the area. To my horror, my car was just sitting less than 50m away. Unattended. Very much ready. So I went back and asked her, how come the car's there, but it's not ready yet. She said it was waiting for washing. The guys that were supposed to wash were away at lunch. It ends at 2pm. Whee. So I asked them how long it'll take for washing. 15mins tops. DEPENDING ON THE QUEUE. Ha ha ha. I'm officially irritated. If it was not supposed to be done by 2pm, why ask us to come at 2pm? How irritating. Irritating. Irritating. We're supposed to get an extra key too. But not given. Service sucky. Ugly lady. I am pissed. The only solace is the free wireless. But I forgot to bring my mouse. So can't HALO.

P.i.s.s.e.d.

Property sucked eggs

It was... icky. To say the least. And I kicked myself for failing to discuss certain issues. Thanks to Jackson, I felt much better...

JcK MSN AM 09:44

hmm..ok..
didn't see it tt way
aiya
forgeddit la
over liao..
dun worry..there's always favian

---

Thanks fav.

Separated at Birth?

On the right, Harry's love interest. On the left... XXX's love interest...

(My photoshop skills suck okay?)

I'm so lazy I'm starting to blog my block emails again...

Eloha.

Yup. It's me again. Nope. I didn't lose my toothpaste
again (technically it was stolen but I've moved
on...), rather it's just some silly message that Hall
Admin wants me (so honoured sia...) to pass on to
everyone. Everyone on my floor that is. But I'm just
too lazy to go knocking on doors (and I shy...), so
I'll just send a block email coz it actually concerns
the other floors too. That is if you've got pails.
Outside your doors.

Apparently Hall Admin (the indian lady) was prowling
the corridors today armed with her trusty digital
camera taking snapshots of all the offenders of
various Hall Crimes. E.g. more than 3pairs of footwear outside
the door etc. She happened to pass by my opened door
(iFriendlyNeighbour - right Albert?) and she asked me
to tell the 4th floor guys to put their pails/dustbins
into their rooms. This is to prevent mosquitoes from
breeding in the pails. If they aren't removed soon*,
there will be a hefty fine. Being the lazy bum that I
am (and I don't like to go knocking on people's
doors), I'd rather pass on the information here.

So guys (and gals), please keep your pails/dustbins
and whatnot, because there's a DANGER OF MOSQUITOES
BREEDING IN THEM. Very dangerous. Hall Admin says must
keep.

Budden they also say once you put it in your room it's
ok. Weird right. Maybe because it'll only bite you
then. Hurhurhur.

Go figure.

Have fun muggin'


Zhiyou
E413


*soon
adv. soon·er, soon·est
1. In the near future; shortly.
2. Without hesitation; promptly: came as soon as
possible.
3. Before the usual or appointed time; early.
4. With willingness; readily: I'd as soon leave right
now.
5. Obsolete. Immediately.
6. Chinese surname.

200th Post

I'd have wanted my 200th post to be something substantial. Something interesting. Instead it's gonna be a bloody complaint. Apparently my neighbour thinks my music's abit too loud. It doesn't really matter to him that he likes to blast his fucking base THOOMP THOOMP THOOMP when he's NOT in his room. It doesn't matter that he leaves his alarm clock on with its infernal (china-esque) double-belled ring on when he's IN THE LOO. It doesn't matter that he slams his door shut as and when he comes out of his room like nobody's fucking business (BAM BAM BAM!). It doesn't matter that his dad is as an obnoxious prick as him by trying to squeeze past my dad when clearly there is no fucking space through the gate for two (Like father like fucking son). So what if you're somebody at Biz? Balls to you. I download Bon Jovi's 'Have a Nice Day' and turn it on moderately louder than usual (eh come on la, I DON'T BLAST MY MUSIC. PERIOD - Compare speakers la, mine so small...) and he comes knocking on my door. The general consensus of the block is that he's a prick. OOo yeah. Prick indeed.

I hope you die a slow painful death.

ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(Coming up next, weird exam dreams... involving indians, tekka mall, cats and Kentucky Fried Chicken Little)

Zilch!

My blog is worth...

My blog is worth $0.00.
How much is your blog worth?

$0.00

Apparently because I have a lack of links.

I'm wasting my time on a worthless blog yah?

Azmin's Traditio

Remember a long long time ago when we still had Company Tutorials? Remember this incident whereby they had this case of Debentures and something along the lines of this company gave their clothes as (either fixed or floating) charges? The story went along the lines of the charges being fixed. Or rather we tried to make it fixed by putting it into a warehouse. Remember the case? Oh yeah. That one. By keeping your items in a warehouse under lock and key, it could possibly be a fixed charge. Although on the facts of this case, it was a floating one because they removed the items for sale. But I digress.

MEC was at the top of his form, asking questions after questions. Here's along the lines of what he said... as best as I could remember them. It WAS a long time ago...

MEC: So how do we make the clothes a fixed charge?
Random: Put it in a warehouse!
MEC: Okay, good. We put it in a warehouse. But then warehouse door open, big big. How?
Me (I acutally contributed!): Lock it!
*Azmin sniggers*
MEC: Yes. Very good. We lock it. But who holds onto the key?
(At this point I was going to say the bank. But...)
AZMIN: (Very enthusiastically) The security guard!
MEC: ...
(Moment of silence)
MEC: Okay... but who employs the security guard?...
(Conclusion, Azmin was just getting to his melayu roots. It's forgivable)

There. That's the security guard drama! Not that fantastic right...

CLT Sucked Eggs, GaryBellMustDie!

I actually felt pretty bad about the CLT assignment. Until my conversation with melanie...

8:48:14 PM mel: aiya.
8:48:17 PM mel: over alr lah.
8:48:21 PM mel: dun think abt it.
8:48:24 PM mel: it could really be worse lah.
8:48:32 PM mel: imagine if you wrote incoherently AND you submitted late.
8:48:35 PM mel: always think of favian

Yup. Good ol' favian. Always there for us.

Thanks for cushioning our fall dude.

PS: No I don't mean to curse Gary Bell. It's just frustration. I'm sure he'll understand. And the school won't persecute me. I hope.

Exam Fever

It's hit me again. Every 1/2 year around this time, i'll be struck by the same bloody symptoms. It's not exactly a real fever per se, but rather... erm... i'll let the symptoms speak for themselves...

1) Sleeping too much + general lethargic-ness. I get this alot. It runs in line with procrastination. It's like i KNOW i have to study. i KNOW what i need to study. BUT I JUST CAN'T GET TO IT. It's like I get the ball rolling for a good 4hrs... then I K-O at my table. I'll then gradually think "why don't I just take an hour break and continue later? that'll be good..." so I crawl to my bed and snuggle in. Big mistake. 1 hr = 5 hrs. I can just esad. Sigh.

2) Eating too much. This goes in line with the above. it's like my body'll rather do ANYTHING BUT STUDY. it's unnerving when just after having a big dinner, like 3hrs later my tummy's growling again. with no supper prospects in sight, i turn to raid the fridge for fruits. not feeling satisfied, i turn to raid the storage department and proceed to whip up a 'good' supper involving salmon, pasta, mushrooms, veggies and ham. Feeling satisfied with my condiments, I headed downstairs to the Eblock kitchen. Bloody stove had no gas. I fiddled with the dials and the gas canister, half hoping it'll explode and end my exam-stress life there and then. But alas. No hiss of escaping gas or ANY gas for the matter. i then trudged to the next block to cook. that's 1.5hrs gone.

3) Blogging. YES. despite the lack of material on this blog, i actually have a wealth of half-fuck articles/blogposts like 1/2-3/4 done in my drafts folder. i open blogger.com/home and I rant away. but i never get around to finishing it due to my guilt eating away at me... urging me to study. STUDY ANYTHING. so i pick up my companies act.

4) Studying anything but the required text -- As mentioned above, i'm going through the companies act. But it's bad. why? COZ ITS NOT THE FREAKIN FIRST SUBJECT DUE ON TUESDAY NEXT WEEK AND ITS ALREADY END OF WEDNESDAY!. omg. freaking out now. This is another vice. studying ANYTHING but the required text. I am horrendously guilty of this. I'll pick up property - LLH's book for a good read. I'll do the freakin survey. I DID THE FOOKING NUSSU WELFARE SURVEY (of which I said they sucked. the least i could tell them was the truth~) and well. I am doing my company law preparation instead of CLT. Bear in mind I only covered chapter 1 and CHINESE LEGAL STUDIES (pui!)... i'd say i'm off to a greeeeeeaaaatttt start~

But guess what? I managed to quit a horrible vice. MSN. Ah yes. I keep seeing Kingman bent over her computer in her room due to MSN. luckily i can say i don't get addicted to it as much now. i'm sorry to those that leave messages and i reply 5hrs later. really.

Alright. that's around 20mins wasted. at least i'm posting this baby up. Ignore the non-capitalizations of certain sentences. i just don't give a shit right now.

Tshirt Design

This took me like 2 hrs to whack out. The ol'blockhead was coming around the rooms asking for submissions for tshirt designs... initially I declined. Then I realised I'd be forking out a fooking $15 for a crappy tshirt that I'd wear to the toilet only, so might as well do something that I might actually WEAR to say... orchard road. Click on it for a bigger picture.



Not funky monkey enough?

Photo Blog #9

This is Jackson. He's on top of me.



And he wanted me to take a picture. Sicko.

PS: Observe where I'm pointing at.

Photo Blog #8

This is Bob. This is me. Bob is attempting to strangle me. As you can see he's not really succeeding.



Why is he attempting to strangle me?

Because I'm gonna spread the word.

What's the word?

Bob shaves his legs.

This begs the question of: 'Why does Bob shave his legs?'

Because his hair 'down there' grows in patches.

Hurhurhur.

Photo Blog #7

Just because I'm so lazy to check whether I ever blogged this before...



I heard they specialize in Christians.

Photo Blog #6

Finally the most interesting picture I've been keeping on my handphone but never got to blog... look closely at the drink stall here. Notice anything different about their juices? I took this at the Beach Road cinema food court... engrish sia.



Can't see anything? How about I zoom in?



The poor Balinese. Kenna bomb quite sad already. Still kenna made into juice. Bali juice anyone? $1.20 only...

Photo Blog #5

Look at the 2 bowls. Indistinguishable?



The one on top is Ice Kachang. The one below is Chendol. They both taste indistinguishable. Ugh.

Photo Blog #4

Now for something completely different. I was waiting at OFN for A1 or the other bus when I noticed a jailbreak. Yes. A bunch of PRCs broke out of jail and walked past the bus stop I was waiting at...



Hurhurhur.

Photo Blog #3

Now for something hateful. This is the asshole (OBS INSTRUCTOR SIA - Read: M) that bumped (Or I bumped into him -- DOES IT MATTER?!) into me just before the Causeway. During the jam. He said I was SQUEEZING HIM. WTF. Causeway bumper to bumper EVERYBODY IS SQUEEZING YOU COME AND COMPLAIN SAY I SQUEEZE YOU? No wonder he's a P-plate.



Pui. (Can't even see any damage right?!)

Photo Blog #2

I'm on a rampage of blogging. Whatever that means. Next up, my friendly upstairs neighbour (Elvis) doing her late night binder work. With my friendly next block neighbour (Why? Man?).



I'm sure everyone knows who I'm referring. He thinks she's very zai by the way.

Photo Blog #1

This is Angelene in MEC's Company Law Tutorial. Or was it Property Law by... whatshisname. I really can't remember cause it was so long ago. Anyway, she's bored. Hence she's playing SNAKE.



She doesn't need to listen during tutorial still can get A's. Case in point: Top Criminal Law Student 2004. Heh.

Spotted Again! My Friendly Neighbour!

Oops. It's not exactly him. But it's ALBERT STREET. Close la. It coincidentally has some pretty good salsa dance club societies thingies. No. Really. (Checkout the hot red babe picture under the Map. Albert put one. Hurhurhur)

Anyway that was just to mislead all the freshies checking out my blog. I'm amazed people other than og8 visit here. The real picture of Albert caught in action stalking his prey (food) in the dining hall is below:



Those are seriously some killer pants. Eech. We need some fashion police...

Spotted! My Friendly Neighbour!

Here's a picture of my friendly neighbour being very friendly. Nope I didn't take this picture. Thanks to Reuters *cough*Azmin*cough* for the pictorial update. God knows I haven't been in the library for days.



Hmmm.

KR-EBLOCK MASS EMAIL

Hello people...

As many of you know (If you even do know me at all), I don't usually do mass emails. Heck. I'm like how Phantom. But that doesn't mean I'm transparent. However, somebody whom may or may not be from our block certainly thought I was transparent. I was brushing my teeth at the 4th floor toilet (It's my floor!) before 5th floor open house when this burly Indian national (I have actually seen him around somewhat) came into the toilet, headed for the sink, squeezed an arm under my elbow and took away my toothpaste like he owned it. Hell. He did it so convincingly that I even thought that I had mistakenly used his toothpaste in the first place. I was like 1/2 asleep and couldn't really register what was going on. I went back to my room to check on my toothpaste to see if I wasn't dreaming... and well... I WASN'T DREAMING. He then proceeded to take a bath. Being the passive individual I was, I decided to let it slide, hoping that finding out he had an extra toothpaste, he would leave it back in the 4th floor toilet. It's still not there last I checked at 3:40am.

I am imploring the abovementioned individual to please be so kind as to return me my toothpaste as I really think it's quite important to brush one's teeth every morning, after lunch and night before we sleep. I'm sure he thinks so too. Which is why he took my toothpaste. Plus, if I don't get my toothpaste back and continue brushing my teeth, another individual will probably not want to be within a 10 feet radius of me. So for the sake of my happiness, do return it to me. I'll probably buy one over the weekend if I don't get it back, but well... I can at least
TRY to get it back right?

Alternatively my CHICKEN-CARE BEAR could be nice and get me a new tube. After I lent her my BOOK and spent 1hr + writing her an original FABLE, she has gone all phantom on me. And I thought that was my job.

Thanks for those that bothered to finish the mail. I'm sure most people would have stopped at 'Hello people'...

E413
Zhiyou

40-Year Old Virgin

My name is Andy. Well not exactly. But me and him, we share many similarities. For starters, we're both avid toy collectors. We both think that the ideal way to pass a weekend would be either to (i) make sandwiches (ii) custom toys (iii) play video games or (iv) read a frickin good book. Again, that was before we both respectively met our woman whom would help us sell our stuff on ebay (Though in my case I can do my own selling thank you very much). Perhaps my collection isn't worth half a million. But I'm sure it's about $50,000 easy. Yeah. I better get on my ass and start selling. It's always good to have a few extra thousands lying around.

Some people didn't really like the movie. Deemed it inappropriate. For me, I just thought it was fun, without being too lame. No really. I guess it wasn't too lame because it resonated with me. Just over a year plus ago when I was still stuck in the army, I actually sat down with a few fellow comic and toy collector geeks at this little cafe in orchard road contemplating our sad little lives. We'd lament on all sorts of rubbish. Like how the writer for a certain title is going overboard. Or overhyped. How the latest shortpacked figures are rubbish and cost like an arm and a leg but we'll still buy em anyway. If it's cheap enough, we'll buy 5. That sorta pathetic cock talk. Thinking back, it was pretty pathetic. We'll throw and bounce our knowledge gathered from WIZARD off each other and pretend that we know better. Right. To non-believers out there: Yes, the boxes do have to be kept in mint condition to preserve the integrity of the toy. My heart broke when she pushed him and squished the boxes. But no worries. The stuff in that scene were all cheapo stuff. The toys that he gave to her kids to open and play were all cheap toys too. I should know. I have them.

I don't even need to make a biography about myself. I can just pass this off as mine except a few changes in the title. Me being only 23 afterall. I still have 17 years to go. There's still hope.

KR - ANGEL MORTAL GAME

TO: ME BEAR

Pardon the late reply. It’s been what, one week? I was terribly busy with (i) Xiaoyun, (ii) struggling with my homework and (iii) my law club management committee commitments. Yes. Busy little man I am. I apologize again that you didn’t get this from downstairs. I don’t really want to lose the book. Since you’re a Gaiman fan, I suppose you’ve read American Gods. I also suppose that you’ll be wanting to read Anasi Boys. Don’t let that pesky Anuja know you’ve got it from me. She’ll kill me. Heh. The book you loaned me was something I read many years ago in secondary school. I think there were 4 total in the entire series. Nonetheless I shall hold onto it as my significant other wants to read it. I hope you don’t mind.

And now, something that you’ve been waiting for...

A(N INDIAN) LOVE STORY

Once upon a time, in the southern province of China, there lived a little Indian boy called Muthu. What he was doing in China was pretty much beyond me, but I suspect that he was smuggled there as a slave to sell prata to the unsuspecting Chinese public.

Muthu was a loyal slave. He served his master, Mr Lekongsimi very well. Mr Lek was a Thai business man whom saw potential in the prata business in China and employed (bought) a few slaves over to work in his shop. It might possibly be considered a sweat shop because working in the shop does make one sweat an enormous lot but it really isn’t relevant to the story.

Muthu had been working in the shop since he was 10. He didn’t do much of the actual prata-ing as it was left to the senior slaves. What he did primarily was to clean and collect the RMB. There were not many Indians in China and frankly all the Indians he ever saw were his fellow slaves. It made for very warped sexual preferences. But luckily for Muthu, he was firm in his belief that he would eventually find a pretty Indian girl and they will get married in the Taj Mahal and set up a nice home in some rural village where he would raise a football (soccer to the locals) team of children. Perhaps +1 for good measure. That would be nice.

One faithful day when he turned 15, a visit by a princess from India to his province aroused his interest. It was highly unusual for a princess to visit such a faraway country such as China. Much less the southern province of it as it was geographically very far away. However, this was no social trip. This princess was rather famous. Princess Jasmine as they called her. After her scandal with Aladdin, her father refused to give her any more pocket money. She ended up doing product endorsements for various companies. This particular visit was to promote Pizza Hut in China. Amazingly, they have several branches in the main cities like Beijing and Shanghai, but this was the first time they were branching out to the rural provinces.

Princess Jasmine had a very easy job. She just has to come down to China, smile, and look pretty. It was standard work and a pretty high paying job. But it was boring. Not to mention the various leers she got from the PRCs just because her skin color was different and they thought of her as ‘exotic’. Princess Jasmine couldn’t stand the Chinese. Truth be told, she was racist. She hated yellow skin. But yet. She has insofar failed to find anyone attractive back in India except for Aladdin. Unfortunately for her, he didn’t really keep his promise due to his commitments with genie due to their signing on for a 200 episode long cartoon series with Disney. Months and years of neglect led to an amicable separation. She longed for the boyish charm of a little Indian boy any day.

And that’s when she saw him. As she absentmindedly cut the ribbon for the opening of Pizza Hut – Jiangxi, she saw a little Indian boy staring back at her from across the road. It was a funny shop he was working in. They were throwing pieces of flour up in the air and twirling them around... it all looked too pizza-rish. This smells like an impending lawsuit – she thought. It didn’t really matter to her though. She’s just a front, a representative... of some fake tradition that the Indian shareholders of Pizza Hut are trying to bring into China. “Pizza comes from India!” the banner slung across the huge doors of the store proclaimed. She ignored that. She could only see the little Indian boy. He somehow reminded her of a time past when she was more carefree. More... girlish? She smiled in his general direction. And he fainted.

In the prata shop, Muthu was flabbergasted at this Indian goddess perched on a podium no more than 100m away from where he was. Was she real? His heart was thumping. Was this happening? Has Durga finally answered his prayers? Muthu never had the chance to see any Indian girls much. As such, he did what every respectable full blooded male would do when confronted with such an object of desire. His blood rushed away from his head. Not used to being light-headed, he did the only biologically abled thinig he could do. He fainted. Crash. Down went Muthu onto the cheap tarmac floor along with some spare change and RMB.

Mr Lek was frantically trying to revive Muthu when Princess Jasmine came over to the shop. Despite their differences in hierarchy she offered him a helping hand. Muthu was amazed when he awoke to see Princess Jasmine bent low over him. He was even more amazed that this Goddess, castes apart, would actually extend her hand in aid, in friendship. “Me... Muthu... you... who...?” He managed to stutter it out audibly. Princess Jasmine laughed “You can call me Jasmine”. Seeing that he was well, they exchanged pleasantries and she left. All that Muthu had was an address. It wasn’t even a good address. It was a bloody PO Box. Oh well. It’s better than nothing.

Time passed. Muthu gradually gained the trust of Mr Lek and took over the entire business from Mr Lek, whom due to unforeseen circumstances regarding tax fraud had to relocate to another province. The other slaves weren’t happy as Muthu was afterall the youngest there, but he increased their pay, made them partners and got them Chinese slaves. Under such conditions, it can’t really be that bad right? As life got better for Muthu, he never failed to write to Jasmine. Oh his sweet beloved Jasmine. If only she could see him now. The shop has been renamed into Muthu’s Roti Prata and has outperformed Pizza Hut by leaps and bounds. Primarily because of the lower cost of prata as opposed to pizza, and the flexibility of the cuisine. Murtabak anyone? Muthu was rich and successful. But he was still lonely. He corresponded to Jasmine every week, but she hasn’t replied to him for like what... 5 years? He was now 20, a strapping young man, but not attracted to any of the PRCs readily available. He just didn’t fancy the idea of dipping his nuggets in mustard. Though Muthu has spent half his life away from India, he was still fiercely loyal and would die for India any day. This was however not required because every day, people do die in India due to silly reasons like overcrowded trams, buses and boats. People get trampled when they go marketing. Hence there was no real reason for Muthu’s sacrifice. The basic gist is that he would very much like an Indian wife. Jasmine would do just fine. If only she replied.

Jasmine on the other hand was wondering why hasn’t Muthu written yet. It’s been so bloody long that frankly after the first year of waiting, she had given up and looked for darker pastures. It was just that Muthu’s image kept popping up in her head that she frequently found herself thinking of what might have been. It wasn’t her fault right? She did give him an address. Didn’t she?

Truth be told, Jasmine screwed up. She gave him the wrong PO Box number. E413 instead of E415. As such, all the mails got directed to this Chinese(!) foreign investor called Haoren. Haoren was just being nice in returning the mail back to the sender. But unknown to him, the PRC postman on Muthu’s side was just too lazy to cycle all the way to Muthu’s town to return a bloody piece of mail. He decided that throwing it away would be wiser. And that’s what he did. Not one piece of mail was received by Jasmine. And she grew sadder and sadder everyday.

The King called a meeting with his general advisors on how to make his daughter happier. She herself of course knew what was bothering her, but just felt it was too silly to convene a general meeting to discuss this. Hence when the King asked her what was bothering her, she flipped through a mail-order catalog and replied with the first word she saw. Rambutan.

“Rambutan?” the King exclaimed.

“Yes. Rambutan.”

“Why... are Rambutans bothering you?”

“Not... available... not fresh...”

“It shall be done.”

It is common knowledge that rambutans aren’t generally available in India. I might be wrong on this, but please, don’t correct me. It’s my story. The King then sent out a notice to let all the sweetest and freshest rambutan holders come with their hairy rambutans and make her daughter happy. Whomever could please her with his rambutans would gain her hand in marriage. You might ask what was Jasmine’s say in this. She didn’t bother to correct him. She humored him by playing along. Afterall, free food. No need to work. Got people por you. Why not?

Last we left Muthu he was in a pretty good financial situation. So good in fact that he managed to procure an air ticket to India. He told his fellow partners that he was going back to his roots. They started fighting for his share of the business the moment he stepped out of the door. On the way to the airport, he passed by a rambutan stall. Muthu loved rambutans. It was just a silly craving, but he suddenly felt that he had to buy a whole caseful. It was odd. But he did so. Lugging the case up the plane wasn’t easy considering the ridiculous barangs that PRCs oh so loved to carry. But it was done. Soon, he was in India. Without a name other than Jasmine, and a PO Box address.

He did what every sane man would do. He went to wait for her at her PO Box. He slipped a fresh letter into the mailbox and waited. As luck may have it, he slipped it into the wrong mailbox, which turned out to be the correct mailbox. After waiting for ½ day, he finished ½ his crate of rambutans. He was going to start on a fresh bunch when the royal saikang warrior came to check Princess Jasmine’s mail. Frankly he was getting bored with coming everyday to face an empty mailbox, but work’s work. Imagine his surprise when he saw a crumpled (but fresh!) letter in the mailbox. Addressed to Jasmine.

“Excuse me” Muthu asked, half rising from the crate.

“Yes?” replied the saikang warrior eyeing him curiously.

“Do you own that mailbox?”

“Not really, it’s my missus’”

“Can you bring me to see her?”

“Er... it’s not that simple... unless...”

“Unless?”

The saikang warrior remembered the rambutan thingy and relayed to him “... Unless you have the sweetest and freshest rambutans in India. Then you may meet her.”

Muthu thought to himself. WTF?!... this is getting ridiculous. But heng. I have some rambutans. Quite sweet too. He shall try his luck and see if he could get to meet the woman of his dreams... “I have ½ a crate. Is that enough?”

“It’s not the quantity that matters, it is the quality.”

With that, he brought Muthu back to the palace swiftly. But not before blindfolding him for it is tradition that visitors to the palace are blindfolded because really the palace looks really shitty at some places due to poor maintenance and whatnot. Only the visitors areas are grand. So, yeah. He blindfolded Muthu and led Muthu to the visitor’s area. From there, he requested permission from the King to let Muthu present his rambutans to Princess Jasmine. Muthu did not know he was in a palace. Nor did he know Jasmine was a princess. Hence he found the entire procedure highly odd. Luckily they let him keep his rambutans close to him. He found odd solace in consuming them. He didn’t know why.

Finally after queuing up for ½ hour, it was his turn to present his rambutans to Princess Jasmine. She couldn’t recognize him at first. He couldn’t see her. But he could smell her. Was it her? Was it really her? His senses went into overload again and before he knew it, he got so excited that he... fainted again.

Jasmine eyed this strapping young fruit bearer inquisitively. He had a different aura from the rest. Something familiar. When he fainted, she recognized him immediately. Muthu once again opened his eyes to his Goddess for the second time in his life. “Praise Durga...” He muttered. I guess we all know what happens from hereon. But in case you didn’t know, or can’t guess...

They lived happily ever after.

THE END

Dammit. I so have to do my bloody tutorial now. See la. Tsk tsk tsk. Write to you another week later. Ha ha ha. Enjoy the book!

Zhiyou
E413

A little piece of information about my friendly neighbour...

Nope, my friendly neighbour isn't my tolerant neighbour. He also isn't my Sith neighbour(s). He's none other than Albert, FOCC OG8 freshie. Ladykiller. Or so claim the people from Eblock. Albert ranks 3rd in terms of hottest male freshie during a recent impromptu survey conducted by some girls in Eblock. Not bad for someone with his quiet demeanor. Don't let his humble facade fool you. This quiet boy in law school is actually very much a woman's man in hall. Perhaps it's his single shiny earring that has caught many a girl's eye. Perhaps it's his multiple OCS tshirts and singlets of which he never fails to wear every single day. Perhaps it might even be his mini-fridge and cookpot. Yes ladies. He cooks. Elvis can attest to that.

If you venture into his humble abode, the first thing you'll notice is the presence of many strands of long hair. If you run them through a DNA check, you'll find hair from girls on the 3rd, 5th and 7th floor respectively. During the recent open house, 3 girls were on his bed at any one time. Not bad for a freshie eh? Girls will MSN him for drinks. Not a bad way to start a friendly relationship. Sometimes at night, you'll see extra black slippers outside his door. This will persist till the whee hours of the morning. They look suspiciously like Elvis'. Albert is also very vocal at block meetings, always offering his services to assist events in hall. If only we saw such enthusiasm in law. Tsk tsk tsk.

Albert takes after someone else from OG8. Azmin. Perhaps it's due to him inheriting Azmin's books. Who knows. There's a romantic side of Albert that nobody really knows. Not even me. Perhaps someday we'll find out. Till then, he has to be contented with his favourite sex toy. A 14" Plush Hamtaro. 14". Oh yes.

Go slow bro.

PS: Elvis is a girl.

In response to April

I have found a place where they sell xiaobai and dahei. Glutton square the fried kway teow. $4 white is called xiaobai. $8 black is called dahei.

Hurhurhur

I'm going to get shot for this...

I was eavesdropping on a couple of people today coz of what they were saying about law students in general.

The guys I eavesdropped on were hilarious coz they had a few misconceptions about us law students. For instance, they believe that law students primarily bond through partying. Drinking, partying, having fun. The vices. One guy mentioned that it's hard to reach out to this crowd because he doesn't do this kind stuff. Interesting misconception. Illustrations include, "Oh, remember him? He got pissed drunk that night and puked all over himself" Apparently the impression we give these people are that we're bloody drunkards that get pissed drunk and puke all over ourselves. For fun. Whee.

I would think that law students bond together for different reasons. (i) Orientation - being a blast for some, OGs still stick together. (ii) We're a small cohort. Only 200 students. Eventually everyone knows each other through TGs, OGs, mooting, trial advos and various CCAs. (iii) Mugging - many students form cliques to mug together and discuss assignments, tutorials and whatnot. (iv) Congregate long enough at one place, (i.e. lounge/library) and you'll eventually see familar faces everywhere. (v) Fun - Doesn't need to include partying. Doesn't need to involve drinking. Can just be going out for movies, regular dinners, sports e.g. tennis, windsurfing. (vi) Generally hanging out together. Look at the freaky friends. Do they club alot? I wouldn't think so though I may be wrong. But having wholesome fun can be a good way to bond too. Why stereotype law students as alcoholics?

Another funny thing I heard was that we were inclined towards making dirty jokes and these few people I eavesdropped on were not comfortable with such stuff. Interesting. Other than the 'I'm the only Khan in Law School' joke, I haven't heard many body part jokes flying around much. Probably from the borstals (and even then, it's mostly inside jokes and not really understandable by outsiders), but it's not as if they're like the majority of law school. I think having an open mind helps. Perhaps these particular students I eavesdropped on should understand that being so narrow minded doesn't help. It just makes their particular breed the butt of more jokes. (Said v Butt [1920] 3 KB 497)

My only problem with them are that they are a cowardly lot. Many airchair generals out there and virtually nothing gets done. Take the group from 10 years ago. Take the present group. Have their presence been felt by the student community? Something is wrong. I recall something regarding a comfort zone. It is in my submission that these people are pretty much stuck in their own comfort zones and not daring to venture out to genuinely know people. Need not invite them down on the first day. Build up a rapport. Then again, damn fake as a friend. They also generally think they are a class above the rest. They deem their lifestyle absolute and our ways are of the dark. Interesting right?

In conclousion - Better lifestyle? Choose between light and darkness? See the light? Suddenly we seem so evil. Ouch.

PS: Anasi Boys is out. And no, I'll try not to skip my lectures for it.

12th October 2005

Also check out the website for the upcoming Law Frat Concert. Damn nice.

http://law.nus.edu.sg/lawclub/lfc/home.html

筱筠はとてもかわいいです

Yes it's true!

KR Resident TO BE persecuted~

Nice little email I just got after I did the last short post.

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Dear All

A resident’s wallet and mobile phone was stolen at the KR Lobby between 9.00pm and 11.00pm on last Friday, 23 Sep 2005.

Our CCTV camera has captured the image of the culprit who took the items. Sad to say, the culprit is one of our residents. We request the person to come down to the Hall office by Tuesday, 27 Sep before 6pm to return the wallet and mobile phone. No action will be taken against you considering the fact that you are going to come forward to return the belongings. If not, we will report the case to police and hand over the CCTV recording to them.

Hall Admin
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Nice because I'm thinking that if the culprit belonged to a certain nationality, he/she might not even understand this email. Then kenna police action. I like. I like.

On a side note, I hope the legislature passes the Protection Order Bill amendment soon. Then some problematice people (whom might actually be reading this blog~) would find themselves slapped with a few protection orders. Oh yes. You know who you are. Be nice now.

And no Jo, it's not you.

Racist blogger persecuted~

i'm a little late on this. But it kind reminded me about my old blog entry regarding an amendment to the Penal Code.

http://ineedrehab.blogspot.com/2005/01/penal-code-amendment-bill.html

It's worth a second look now. I wonder if I'll get the police knocking on my KR door anytime soon?

By the way, my sentiments regarding the Sith still remain.

PS: Xiaobai is a dog. And no. That's not what they call it nowadays.

PPS: Azmin's camo is really good. Unfortunately, all the years of *cough*N*cough* have gone to him permanently and I could make out some light skin from behind the bushes. I believe Boonlerk was hiding behind him. Hence I only saw a lightish glimpse of Azmin. I should learn more from him.

PPPS: For any Law Sub-Club treasurers chancing upon this blog, give me your budgets by 29th September 2005. I need to submit my budget on 30th September 2005. So hor. Since nobody replies to Favian's emails. I will assume all of you DON'T WANT ANY MONEY. Tsk tsk tsk.

PPPPS: Coming up soon, a photo blog. Really.

There was almost a Save Lao Gu Por blog. Almost.

But no. It's not to be. We wisely decided so.

On a darker note, the Sith have struck again. This time round they have succeeded in pissing me off by:

1) Dirtying the kitchen after the block comm had just cleaned it.
2) Making me wait 15 mins to fry a single prata for lunch thanks to them hoarding up the entire stove.
3) Leaving fermented rice in a pot which succeeded in making me reel back when I opened the pot.
4) Leaving unidentified slimey objects in the fridge. I think it moved.
5) Just being there in the kitchenette. Seriously, they think it's a bloody congregating spot.
6) Being so bloody thick skinned not to wash anything. I spent 10 mins scrapping a pot just to use it.
7) Even have the cheek to attempt to eat my prata.
8) Blaring loud other languagey music in the wee hours of the night. Yes I'm still up.
9) Walking and talking so slowly and 2 of them's enough to block the entire corridoor.
10) Stinking up the place generally.

CCBs.

It's a wonder I'm so patient and they don't end up like the poor soldiers on Elfen Lied.

The day before yesterday, the funniest thing I heard when tucking her into bed was "You should wear a cap. But don't wear too long, afterwards botak" This morning, the funniest thing I heard when waking her up for breakfast was "我們帶小白出去走走好嗎？" Yes. Isn't it amazing? I actually get up everyday for breakfast. Quite a feat I must say. Guess I'm finally living right.

Final note before I turn to my Trial Advo tutorial... News travels really fast in law school. Plus victor and xh didn't inform us about Joel's 21st bday at Wala's. Thanks arh. Hur hur hur.

The past week has been amazing

Oh yes. Holidays are so shiok. Not that it's really a holiday with the looming property assignment. But well. Shiok enough. Just a very small comment on the mass email Adam sent out regarding the stuff that happened last week. Couldn't help but noticed that Cuixian's name was mentioned first. Regarding the Carnival that is. I smell a *cough*bias*cough* rat. Hehe. But it's okay. It's just something funny.

On a lighter note, be prepared to fork out $7-$8 for a mass screening of the 40 Year Old Virgin some 3 weeks from now. It should be funny. People will go HUH when they hear the title. But well. Trust us in providing for the masses. Only 116 tickets. Buy them asap to avoid getting front row seats!

Details will be posted up around Law School in like a few days.

That's all for now, Property is squashing me. Unlike the clever few, I'm still 1/4 through and no Company Law in sight!

:(

Thanks arh

Despite what you think you're doing, you're not helping. I hate to say this, but as usual, you've made matters worse. Yeah, you probably didn't know what the fuck you were talking about, and it has resulted in some very irritating situations for people close to me and I hold you responsible. I am not happy.

Seemingly, everytime I think of you recently, I think of you with disdain and annoyance. I was hoping i'd be wrong, but no. This only goes to show what I'd suspected was correct all along. You simply don't know when to shut up.

I hope you get a taste of your own medicine soon.

I've said enough.

MSN Nicks

Some MSN nicks I came across recently:

(mine) - [E-appy] Yesterday was the 12th of September
april - today is 13th September
ViCx - today is the 13th of September
ªżмЇй: tomorrow is the 14th of September
(mine) - [E-appy] Perfect 120905
s-appy sheep in cinema: Perfect 010105. today is not 1st October
(mine) - [E120905] :: Untitled ::
[010105] sheep in cinema: today is not 1st October

Thanks arh. You all not very the discreet arh.

Strong but far from silent

Yes, our own little Dean's Lister WJ has been featured in the news:

http://thestar.com.my/education/story.asp?file=/2005/9/4/education/11874798

Their single Unspoken sounds really good... maybe coz WJ wasn't singing. Heh.

Sunday September 4, 2005

From schoolmates to band members of Silent Scream, these young men have successfully combined a career in music with studies, writes SHARMILLA GANESAN.

WHAT DO you get when you put together a recently graduated accounting student, two medical students, a law scholar and an engineering undergraduate? Well, in this case, a rock fusion band!

Meet the members of Silent Scream, a group of 21-year-old guys who are as serious about getting high-quality education as they are about making it big in the local music scene.

It seems to be a decision that is working for them, as Silent Scream is now recording its debut album produced by R&B sensation Reshmonu.

Good friends since their secondary school days at SMK Victoria (VI) – John Oommen, Andrew Yap, Yam Wern-Jhien, Tan Hiang Liang and Choy Sing Kin – strayed from the norm when they decided that their education warranted just as much attention as their band did.

“We don’t just focus on our music because we need something more stable to support us,” says Andrew, who is pursuing his medical degree at the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland. “The music business in Malaysia does not guarantee financial success,” he says.

Looking at their choice of courses, however, it is obvious that financial stability is not all these young men are after. John, who completed his Association of Chartered Certified Accountants course last year and is now a lecturer at Sunway University College, says all the band members believe in striking a balance.

“I feel that music on its own is not intellectually stimulating enough. While music is our creative outlet, we also need a stimulus for our minds.

That’s why each of us chose to study different and demanding courses to explore both sides of our brains,” he says.

Although serious in its goal,having fun is part and parcel of Silent Scream.

Seeing the band together, one is struck by their familiarity with one another; frequent jokes abound and jamming sessions are interspersed with easy conversation and laughter.

School band

It is a closeness that comes from a shared history. Although they finalised their line-up only last year, the origins of Silent Scream stretches back to 1998 when the boys, with the exception of Sing Kin, first decided to pool their talents and perform at a school function.

From this humble beginning, the band went through several changes before emerging as the champion of the 2002 Taylor’s CollegeBattle of the Bands. This was the start of their road to becoming full-fledged performers, as they went on to play at various events before being “discovered” by Reshmonu in 2003.

Despite being good friends, the members of Silent Scream are as diverse as their music. They draw influences from many sources and each person brings in his own unique style. This results in eclectic music with a strong emotional core. Ultimately, they also inspire each other.

“The most important element of Silent Scream is our friendship. We can’t say for sure whether we are going to be a success, but at the end of the day, if all we have to show is our friendship, that will still be great,” says John.

Silent Scream’s most recent addition, Sing Kin, says playing with the band is a great experience. “Being a musician is no stroll in the park, but being with these guys makes the stress and problems easier to handle. I’ve learnt so much since I joined,” says the engineering student from Multimedia University. The band prides itself on the fact that it is friendship that brought them together.

Their bond is evident from the support the members give one another.

Wern-Jhien, who is studying law at the National University of Singapore, asserts that they all try to work around each other’s academic calendars and educational commitments.

“I guess I’m lucky to have such understanding friends. The fact that we’re not expected to compromise our studies in any way really helps,” he says.

Parents' blessings

By proving that the band does not come in the way of education, the boys have secured their parents’ confidence.

“Our parents have a good point when they say music is not a dependable career choice. However, pursuing success as a band doesn’t mean we have to compromise on a professional career,” says John.

Hiang Liang, a medical student with the International Medical University, adds that he looks at all his endeavours as a learning process. “I don’t see why we should confine ourselves to just one field when there is so much to be learnt.

“Plus, I learn things that can be effectively applied in both my pursuits, such as professionalism, time management and commitment,” he says. They all agree that both education and music have each contributed to the other’s advancement.

“Our days at VI made us well-rounded individuals who take pride in our abilities. The emphasis on co-curricular activities taught us how to achieve a balance in our lives,” says John.

At the same time, being in a band has also indirectly contributed to strengthening their academic pursuits. Andrew says the group dynamics within the band has improved their communication and thinking skills. “We all have strong personalities, so we’ve learnt to compromise. We also have to be able to think on our feet as many problems crop up. These are skills that we can even apply to our studies,” he says.

So where does Silent Scream see itself in the future?

“I believe Malaysia deserves a stronger voice in the world and I hope to contribute to this through our music. I want to do for Malaysia what U2 has done for Ireland,” says Wern-Jhien. They would also like to encourage aspiring performers to expand their horizons.

“We hope to pave the way for other young people to think both ways,” says Andrew. “It is definitely possible to be serious in your studies while still following your passion.”

For more information on Silent Scream and their music, visit http://www.silentscream.biz

Reminiscing the spoon

Sometimes I don't even know why I bother. Most people will tell their friends to stay away from their exs with a ten foot pole. Yet if your ex needs help, you'll probably still go to his/her aid right? Right? Isn't that the right thing to do? In any case, I was supposed to help mine buy a birthday present from Bangkok and pass it to her, along with my old mini-stereo which I actually bought from her Eusoff sale whilst I was still in the army. I had agreed to sell the mini-stereo to her for a nominal fee of $100. I bought it for like $350 la. $100 is nominal already because it includes delievery. I haven't actually been using it much since I bought it. Coincidentally I sold her my old PHILIPS tower block stereo for $50. It still resides in Eusoff Hall.

Anyway, reaching Block 17 via driving instead of taking the bus was a very different feeling. I used to take bus 31 and alight at the main road then walk all the way in. Now it's like if I don't have the car, I'm inclined not to go out at all. How things have changed. As I walked to take the lift up I was telling myself "Alright. This'll be fast. In out. It's late somemore... (12+am) shouldn't disturb the parents and/or siblings. Just drop off the stereo and bag, then leave." My goal was minimum contact. Not that I hated her or anything. We had split up amicably; me letting her go for another guy despite a 4.5 year (approx) relationship. I just didn't want to remember too much. I had spent many days of those 4.5 years at her place. Even to the point of dinner with the parents quite regularly. (They still remember me!) But my aim of minimum contact was not to be as I bumped into her downstairs and the stereo being heavy, resulted in me carrying it all the way up and into her room. My first impression was that she had lost weight. Considering she was very slim, it seemed even worse. But I will address that later.

Once I stepped into the flat, I was hit with a tinge of familarity. Afterall I had spent alot of time here. I could see traces of my past in the flat. E.g. a giant jigsaw given by me hanging in the living room. The fishes in the tank were bought by me when all the fishes died during a freak accident involving a pump and a pail (don't ask). I remember the kitchen, bathroom and toilets as if I were there just yesterday despite them being upgraded and spankingly new now. Her room was one of the smallest rooms in the house. But big enough for a single person obviously. Her bed had changed from a mattress on the floor to a 4-post bed. The smelly pillow called 'Derrick' remained the same. Her cabinets were stuffed full of soft toys. Majority of which I was guilty of buying (Please la. Secondary 3-JC2 what stuff would YOU give?!) Scanning the shelves beside her table, I noticed a very nice metallic picture frame containing a picture of her and her current (fugly -- disclaimer, not to be related to previous post on fugly people) bf taken in India. The frame was very familar.

"Didn't I give you this frame along with the picture of us at the Effiel Tower?"

We had taken a very nice picture at the Effiel Tower and I had only *one* piece of it of which I gave it to her in that frame.

"Err.. yah. But I couldn't put it there anymore la."

"Then keep it with the frame together in the cupboard or something la. Hai... the frame not very nice to use in this way also mah..."

That was the photo frame. I couldn't help but feel that it was a little wrong la. But technically, property changed hands, no longer my property already and I have no legal nor equitable interest in it. Not as if there was a contract bound on how to use the frame. So I decided to just forget it la. The frame was really very nice though. ANYWAY. We ending up chatting. Just me sitting on the floor beside her and chatting about silly stuff. Like how we used to chat in the old days. How we went on for hours and hours without end talking about anything and everything under the sun. It was quite amazing. Half-way through, her brother came out of his room and I gave a little wave to him. He's the eldest. I remember. I then commented that she was getting too skinny for her own good. She declined and said that she actually bought slimming cream. I was flabbergasted. I didn't know that rubbish worked. $50. I was skeptical of both the fact that she said she was fat and for the other fact that she said it worked. She proceeded to squeeze the fats on her thigh as evidence. I think I had more. Sigh. More evidence was produced in the form of a table chart where she measures her thighs, hips and waist every week. There was apparently a 3 cm reduction over a period of 1 week. Interesting. But I had to go. Soon. First I needed a drink.

So we went to the kitchen and the water was out. So I grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge and found an empty cup. She was like "Your house arh?" - in a joking manner of course. "Nah... okay lah" Shit. I shouldn't be treating it like my home. But very hard ley. The kitchen table was where I finished up many a lunch and dinner after school last time. Imagine I ate at HER place for dinner then went HOME for dinner. Lucky I exercised alot last time through sports to burn it off! We talked a bit more on how we were doing and I asked more about her company. Which actually I still don't know much about. I then proceeded to wash my cup at the sink and soap it.

"Thank you! *sheepish grin* I'm such a terrible host, but actually I can't wash because I've put moisturizer on my hands!"

"It's okay. Really."

"Lucky we're not together. Imagine you have to do the washing when your law friends come for dinner then they will say you have a lousy gf. Or if at night you want to go out with them then I sleepy don't wanna go they will say I lazy."

I didn't really answer that one. Nor comment on it. Instead I asked her about someone on the HOME section of the STRAITS TIMES today to change a potentially e-evoking topic.

"You messaged me this morning regarding the girl on the cover page of HOME. I don't recognize her as our teacher ley."

"Not HER! HIM! Mr Liew! From AHS one. E Maths. Very tiko one!"

"Eh... check check check!"

I was surprised that she was referring to Mr Liew. He was quite a tiko old man whom would hold any pretty girl's wrist during maths and attempt to teach them via him helping them write. I also always thought he peeped down girl's blouses as he bent down beside them. Here he was, sitting with his face ashen with despair as his wife laid in the background in a hospital bed. A victim of the reversing car that was trying to park from a distance of 5 car lengths away. The judge had found them both guilty of negligence and the guy had to take 50% of the blame whilst she contributed negligently the other 50%. I just didn't think it coincidental that the woman would be his wife.

After a short discussion on how fair it actually was because the woman being an idiot didn't look both sides of the road when crossing, I got up to leave. I didn't really want to, we were talking like old times. But I had to go. It was really getting late. This was when she remembered something and went to get it from her room. It was a CD. A CD I lent her in 1997. Titled 'Da Vinci's Sketchbook', it was an accapella group that sang comical songs in accapella form. I was having an accapella craze back in 97 and I bought stuff like LADYSMITH BLACK MAMBAZO just for my listening pleasure. Imagine how sad my taste in music was back then (I also own an original WOODSTOCK T-shirt).

"What's this?"

"Your CD. Sorry it took so long!"

I actually didn't know it was with her. I had the empty case at home for the past 8 years without knowing where I misplaced it. But I couldn't for the love of God recall what songs were inside.

"I can't remember how the CD goes..."

"There's one STUCK IN A TRAFFIC JAM, one LIPOSUCTION and also some SQUGEE SWINGING COWBOY thing."

Why the hell did I buy a CD with tracks like those? I simply can't remember a thing about them. Just as I got up to leave following this exchange, a girl emerged from her brother's room. I gave her a nod and turned to my friend. We walked to the door and stopped at the gate. A typical tradition we had many years back. We would spend another 5-10 minutes at the gate. I gossiped about how come the girl gets to stay over. About how she didn't really need the slimming gel and how she should behave herself if she goes to visit HIS parents. We talked and we laughed. I called for the lift and soon I was hurtling back to the groundfloor and back to my car. Sitting down, I thought for a moment. That was nice. But I shouldn't be thinking about her now. Without thinking I popped the CD into the player and was greated by the harmonius voices of the group.

Listening to the familar tunes after so many years invoked a great many memories of time past. I drove back home listening to the CD which I listened to 8 years ago and had recommended to her. It was quite an amazing trip down memory lane. When I reached my house carpark. I didn't want it to end. I felt as though I were living 8 years ago. When everything was more or less, perfect. But I couldn't stay in the car forever. With the turn of the key, I shut down the engine and those voices from the past. I kept the CD into my bag and left the car leaving behind my memories of yesterday. Sometimes, we just have to force ourselves to move on.

So long. And thanks for all the fish.

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Call it, the dream of a simple man!

Azmin wants to have a race car. He's fixed up sticky racing tyres for his car and also added this interesting device which would shut off the engine 15 seconds AFTER you remove the key from the ignition slot. His lights are a nice blue (I think, but I could be wrong) and very very bright. He has plans about selling his Getz and paying 40K more to get a used BMW M3 because we all know the bigger the car, the smaller the ----. It HAS to be proportionate.

He also wants to have a nicer house. A house where he doesn't spend half the day cleaning the toilets and barring his family access to it whilst he's getting down and dirty scrubbing inbetween the tiles. A room where he doesn't sleep on a mattress on the floor with about 4 fans surrounding him because he doesn't have air conditioning. He wants a fridge that has more Ribena and chocolate milk than he could ever dream of. A kitchen that cleans itself up after every failed cooking disaster. He wants more photo frames around the house with more photos of a skinnier him. He loves those creative shots of himself so much. So much.

He wonders that maybe. Just maybe. Something could be done about the ancient light switches and the creaky doors too.

Afterall, he's entitled to dream.

Poor Rosa. Poor Harry Lee.

Poor Rosa and Ester. Rosa because she kenna haunted by ghosts in THE MAID. Ester because she was kenna raped and killed by her employers in THE MAID.

Poor Harry Lee. Because you'll just feel sad for him. Hailing from slightly before our father's generation, this is a man without a degree, sweating and toiling to make his ends meet in qualification-essential Singapore. He's actually not very far off from us despite our so called dipolmas, A'levels and impending degrees (if any). Harry is this man that's very nice to others and goes all the way out to please others at the expense of himself. This comes at the cost of his family. Neglecting is one thing. Abusing is another. For a fact I know some parents are like this. Damn nice to outsiders. Treat the family like punching bags (no need to be physical punching bag, can also be verbal - like PMS). It's atypical of people of a certain era I would think. Or I would like to HOPE that future generations would eventually phase this bad trait out.

Always thinking of others, always helping others. Getting nothing in return. A gambling addict for a wife, a son that doesn't acknowledge him, losing his job. Despite all, he maintains and optimistic outlook on life and concentrates his goal on (what else) - migrating to Perth. In a way you know he'll never get there. It's like this unattainable goal, just out of reach despite everything going so smoothly (right). From the start you know that Harry is a typical man that everyone can relate to. His Ally-McBealish daydream of beating up the bus driver is something that we've always wanted to do but only in our dreams. In a way, he is contrasted starkly with AB, his ex-employer cum good friend. AB does not hold back on showing people how he feels about them. When cut off (on the road) by a bunch of ang mohs, he tells Harry to catch up, and promptly beats them up to teach them a lesson. Where Harry bottles up his negative feelings and emotions from outsiders, AB doesn't give a damn and just goes ahead and whack. In this aspect, I'm sure we all relate to Harry in one way or another. A simple man trying to live a simple life. Right.

Perhaps the defining moment would be when Harry drinks at home and he just goes all out loony. Staring in the mirror, he confronts himself (literally) asking himself "Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?... DO YOU?!" It's true. The Harry that people see is just this facade that he wants them to see. The nice Harry. But deep down inside, he's something else. I'm sure many people are like this. The real you is the one inside screaming to get out and speak your mind, to do whatever fuck you want without a damn. The one outside is like the representative (mask), filtering whatever you say, making sure you don't make a fool out of yourself and basically telling people what they want to hear to let them have a decent impression of you. It's who we are inside that's dangerous as we learn from Harry's demise. In a way, it's also an explaination as to how come people can do impossible, shocking things. In a mock interview after the massacre, his friends were trying to convince the viewer that Harry wasn't ever a gang member. One would think so from the ferocity of the attacks. But really, he's just a bloody oppressed individual that had at one moment, let it all out. Potentially everyone could be a Harry. Really. I know I could. Just the right catalyst and I'll probably hang (touch wood!). You could too. Hopefully it'll never happen of course.

That was the more personal aspect of the film. How one can relate to the main proteganist. Going about the storyline, it's a tad strained. But it does work in a way. Unfortunately I see typical Jack-Neoish coffeeshop talk present. Yeah, it was a good laugh, but deep down I really don't fancy laughing at myself or laughing at the government. In a way, I do hope that Be with Me (the upcoming Eric Khoo film) will be sans-government bashing. Perhaps one might say it's impossible to show the real life of the lower denizens without bad-mouthing the government a little. Unfortunately I do agree with this statement. But it must be done in moderation. Somehow hearing people say "the bloody buggers in the gah-ment" just doesn't do it for me as much as them discussing more personal issues. Like when he reminscents about his wife "that liar. that fucking liar." You can feel more in the pauses between his sentences there than a rambling on about government policy, how it affects the low level people and eventually leading to them losing their jobs to diploma kids and getting picked on in army by pre-pubescent 2LTs.

M18 ENGLISH & MANDARIN LANGUAGES (COARSE LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE) - They weren't lying when they said coarse language. Almost every minute was puncuated by some dialect curse usually involving a reproductive organ or two. Some may love it, some may hate it. People like to laugh at it. I'd prefer otherwise simply because it sounds pretty normal. It's really what we say in real life. Really. It's weird that people laugh at vulgar and coarse language. You might wonder why. I guess we still can't accept the fact that we can say such stuff on film. But if they can say fuck, why can't they say cheebye? I mean seriously, it's time to grow up sniggering whenever we hear stuff like KNNBCCB. It's as much as motherfucker or cunt. Which are really curse words. I thought that the violence was handled exceptionally well. Not too gorey. But enough to satisfy the audience and make them believe the amount of violence we're all fully capable of creating. I guess in this aspect, Perth is much more grown up than 15 in terms of what they choose to let the viewers see. Here, they like to leave the violence just slightly offscreen so you really can't see anything. In 15, they derive great pleasure in zooming for a close-up on a giant cock or focus on some real tongue piercing and/or wrist slashing action. Excess is best. 'See everything' was director Rayson Tan's mentality. I really don't like his work. He doesn't know when to withhold information and let the audience's imagination run wild themselves. I mean seriously. What's more effective. Seeing a parang cut through tissue and bone or having it done offscreen but with the sound effects of the damage being done?

In all honesty, I wouldn't say it was fantastic. Not to bicker on the choice of film (16mm - 35mm) but it just looks too jialat at times. A little inconsistant maybe because I didn't know what effect they were trying to go for. Sometimes the story stretched to include stuff that well... didn't REALLY matter in my opinion. Like the vietnamese part with the K. Rouge. I believe that was just silly. He doesn't need an excuse to want to save the Vietnamese prostitute. It's already in his character to be always putting others above himself. It wouldn't come to me as a surprise that he felt for this poor girl that was beaten up on the job. I'd try to get her out of it myself if I were in his shoes. We didn't really need backstories for everything. Sometimes people just do things because they feel like it. We don't need a reason for everything we do. In this aspect it could use a little work. I do like the aspect though of Harry really getting nothing in the end. True, one might say that killing the boss in charge of the prostitutes would grant the Vienamese safe passage home thus achieving Harry's goal of saving her. But if we realise that Harry's wish after his death was to have his ashes scattered into the sea, then he didn't even get his last wish because AB went to the temple to visit him in the end. Bitter irony really. How can we not feel sad for Harry?

By feeling sad for Harry we're essentially feeling sad for ourselves. Bottling up our feelings and repressions for so long can't be healthy. Letting it out can't be safe. Is this problem unique to Singapore? (Uniquely Singapore!) I don't know. But it IS a problem that PERTH has nicely addressed. In this essence, I applaud it because it IS different. Considering the language, I'm sure many of us will appreciate it because it's really every single curse word in hokkien you've every heard and more. I know Shellen will. Haha. There's a bit of loyalty and friendship inside that's really quite secondary to the main theme. His melayu friend is loyal to the end where he does help Harry out at a fight in the club and at the KTV lounge. AB is like those ah beng brudda-hood like of loyalty where at the deciding moment, turns agains his boss to help Harry because "anything you want, I promise you." and he keeps his promises. Silly? Shallow? Maybe. But as said, they're just secondary.

There's potential for more definately but it's quite an interesting homage to Robert De Niro's TAXI DRIVER. I certainly don't suggest you going in with De Niro in mind. It's just quite different. In fact, forget that I mentioned the TAXI DRIVER bit. Most people probably wouldn't have seen TAXI DRIVER anyway. Overall, interesting perspective that I'd really like to explore given the chance. Somehow in my own opinion, I *think* that Singaporeans are attracted to the vices that the government is desperately trying to shield us from. Topics like sex, drugs and violence are really the main draws in the local film scene. They are applauded for the wrong reasons though. Watching the trailer of Be with Me, I was touched instantly by the musical chords as I was when I saw 12 Storeys for the first time in 1997. 8 years ago. Notwithstanding the rave reviews I'd heard before it was slated for release in Singapore, I knew instantly from the beautiful images that this was different. It wasn't trying to be different, it was naturally different.

Perth is also different, but in a more I dunno... not trying to be pretentious sort of way. I guess. I also guess that I do like it. Considering the previous effort of Djinn (the director) in RETURN TO PONTIANAK, I suppose he has in a way redeemed himself a little. Doing something close to the everyday man's roots is a cleverer choice. But don't go all out Jack Neo of course. The simple concept of taking something like a brutal massacre then making the murderer so very human (not cold blooded) and so relatable to everyone really hits home the message that THIS CAN BE YOU. We're all human time bombs waiting to explode. It's just how short your fuse is. Now if only we could do something interesting with Repro...

"I am a very simple man. I am a security supervisor with the shipyards. I earn some extra cash at night driving a cab. Somehow along the way. My life has become a little too complicated..."

Hello Halo

You know you're THERE already when you're able to flag melee people to death and score 3 times consecutively.



That's it la. That's it.

Must Love...

Dogs? The same person I addressed the below post to told me that this show was very nice. I disagreed on the spot. She mentioned that after watching it, she believed that there could be such a thing as true love again. Or rather it just made her believe in love again. I shall reserve my comments on that statement. (I'm really not that evil. Really. Sometimes I reserve comments because I have NO comments. Haha.)

Must Love Dogs is if anything a predictable romantic comedy that doesn't really try to be anything different. I'm very sorry that I actually missed a good 10 minutes of the show. (SORRY SORRY! REALLY!) It isn't me to be late. Combination of factors include 1) spilled dinner 2) bad time estimation and 3) suntec parking is horrendous. I'm guilty of (2). But one can just pick up the story even after not catching the first 10 minutes. At least we weren't the worse ones. I saw a couple coming in like 20 minutes late. Heh.

Regarding the plot, it's pretty straightforward. I agree with a comment I heard in that "there was the whole "everyone must have a significant other in order to be a complete person" theme that appears in nearly every romantic comedy. So of course, it's to be expected when you go to see one, but it was drilled in quite painfully in this one. The woman was unhappy not simply because the man she loved broke her heart, but because she had gone a whole 8 months without a man in her life. I personally didn't get the feeling that they'd fallen in love as much as they'd found somebody decent enough to get into a relationship (or get it on) with." Maybe that's thinking too much. But in a way it did kinda make her a desperate housewife (sans the kid) and seeing her swim after him in the end wasn't romantic. It was downright painful to see her behaving so desperately. (Next time you see a romantic comedy, you'll probably view it in a "two desperate people trying to get it on" way...)

I am of course still a hopeless romantic at heart. No really. Maybe not exactly now, but there's still this buried hope inside there that someday my Prince(ss) will come and it would be a Hollywood flick kind of romance. I hope that didn't sound too gayish. (But maybe gayish would sound like this: *man working out in gym pumping weights* I really hope *clink of weights* I meet the right guy *clink of weights* soon... *clink of weights*) But at the moment, after seeing scores of Lomantic (with a captial 'L') Hollywood flicks, I'd say yeah. I believe in the impossible. Why not. We're inclined to. We're also inclined to believe that people with very different personalities can get along. And fat and ugly people can find very beautiful/handsome life partners. That last bit is especially true. Maybe I should eat more.

I last saw John Cusack on a my plane heading to Chicago in 2002. His presence was intimidating and really everyone on board were literally staring at him with their little headphones on. Obviously they were screening an in-flight movie and it happened to be Serendipity. I saw it twice. Once on the trip to Chicago and once on the way back. He seemed an exact replica of himself in Serendipity and I guess it was because both Serendipity and Dogs are in essence the same type of romantic comedy. There isn't very many things one can do here. Or shine in. But he did captivate the hearts of many of the teenagers present on board. That much is true.

Bottom line. Despite the cliches. Despite the flat one-liners. Despite the cringe inducing family sing-along, I really didn't mind Dogs. (The dogs did nothing for the owners in the entire span of 1.5hrs. Nothing. Zilch. No helping. They shouldn't title it MUST LOVE DOGS. Bloody misrep!) Yeah. I don't mind it. But I would prefer the British romantic comedies more of course. Ala Four Weddings and a Funeral, About a Boy and Love Actually. Love Actually was superb.

Drats. It's time to move back to hall again. Time for Company Tutorial again. Time for school again. Why doesn't the weekend last as long as it should be...

Perth

I want to go to Perth. I'm going to Perth. I am going to Perth. Strong words. Especially for a 51 year old taxi driver. Somehow, I just don't think I'll have enough time to 'Perth'. Seriously. By the end of next week, it probably wouldn't be showing anymore. That's quite sad, but it's the truth.

I cut myself. Again. No. Before you start thinking I'm some deranged maniac that loves to self-inflict wounds, you're mistaken. I've got a cut across my palm from -- what else -- rocks again. Last week they claimed my toe. Today they claimed my palm. And I didn't even know it until it stung and when the water turned red. Not very pleasant. Not at all.

My MSN nick for the hour is "Some things just shouldn't happen". That's a very broad statement but I'm referring it specifically at you know who. Despite whatever you're saying, I think it's a rebound and rebounds are generally frowned upon. Also, it doesn't help that he's fugly. Fugly fugly, fugly fugly fugly. Please, you're supposed to have better taste. Get your spoon out of the gutter asap. I've said what I felt and I don't care anymore how you're doing. Yes. I don't care. But maybe the other 2 in our group do. But I'm washing my hands off your personal life and will not give anymore comments regarding your choice(s) anymore. So I swear.

I'm a very patient person. Extremely patient in fact. Angelene can attest to that. So for me to say the above means I've had it.

I wish you eternal happiness.

Family Guy: Ready, Willing & Disabled

TV Announcer: We now return to Touched by an Angel.

Lawyer: Now, where exactly did the angel touch you?

Boy: Here.

Angel: Come on! Who're you gonna believe? I got a freakin' halo!


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Oh this cracks me up everytime I think about it...

Azmin can I have your Rambutan?

I went to watch the french documentary: The March of the Penguins today.

I tried to keep myself awake. I really did. I tried and tried desperately but the language was foreign to me. As I tried to concentrate on the images in front of me, I couldn't help but nod off. Before I knew it, the Islamic Law lecture was over and it was time to get out of LT19. Yes. I fell asleep in class. Sue me. On second thoughts, don't. I have no money. But I digress.

Yes, this post IS about the march of the penguins. By the fact that it's a documentary, one has to be mentally prepared to be bored by repetitive images of nothing but animals and mother nature. Ala National Geographic. But no. This is different. Or at least tries to be. It injects annoying snippets of Bjork like music numbers which totally detract from the mood of the scene and basically throws one off track and leaves the poor audience going WTF was that for? Not to say the images weren't good. Obviously if you're following a penguin tribe around for 12 months, you're bound to get 2hrs of good footage at least (He accumulated 120hrs of footage total). I'm sure it was hell doing the editing for this documentary but I'm sad to say it didn't work for me.

In a way, I'm not particularly impressed by wildlife documentaries. I much prefer documentaries that do interviews and go behind the scenes. At least it shows that there's much effort in the script and the director knows where he wants the audience to go. E.g. Bowling for Columbine. Clever editing + amazing content = An audience convinced of whatever the documentary is trying to establish (even though some say it's missing some facts/it's too selective, but that's editing!). Here in PENGUINS, we all know what the story is. Basically how the Emperor Penguin travels, mates, hatches and looks after the kid and the trials and tribulations in between. Predictable? Very. Hard? Not really. Stick to the tribe and you pretty much get everything. After getting the images, then get a rough story to link up the images. Not that difficult. I'm sure there's more work involved, but I fail to appreciate animal documentaries as I've already mentioned.

This is not to say PENGUINS isn't any good. It was a little draggy, but achieved the goal of showing us how amazing these little buggers really are. Yes, one can almost say that they're human like in their perserverance and shit. But then again, I have to be honest. I fell asleep. Twice. Once when they were mating. Another during the snowstorm. Unfortunately for me, I guess I didn't enjoy it that much because I was very tired. Sure. Penguins are cute. But after 10 minutes, I had penguin overkill. It was only when the babies were born then did I wake up a little. Those babies are mutha cute. Somehow the in betweens weren't very compelling and very much predictable. I wanted it to surprise me. I wanted it to touch me (get your mind out of the gutter!). But it didn't. Why it's held in such high regard might be attributed to the fact that it's bloody hard to film or follow the tribe in sub-zero conditions for 12 months. Therefore, it might be the first time anyone's seen this sorta thing. In a way, many people are surprised at how human-like these penguins are. How much they see of themselves in the little birds. I hate to shatter your ego, but if you've realised that all animals (or living things with brains) are capable of love, care and concern (even anguish and various other feelings), then you'll realise that this is really just another National Geographic Special. I cannot comprehend how humans can think feelings are exclusive to homo sapians. How egoistic. Pfft.

Bottom line after all that crap. If you want to be touched by the perserverance of these penguins (and if you're not as skeptical as me), do give it a try. The girls might like it. Afterall, most girls love furry huggable things. Penguins are the ideal subjects. If you like beautiful images of snowy landscapes (I did appreciate the scenary), this is also for you. It's not something to burn time with, but it sure as hell is something to watch when you're fully awake. Don't go into this one tired or sleepy. You'll probably fall asleep during the mating bit. Their calls ARE very alluring.

PS: Try to watch the one narrated by Morgan Freeman. I heard it's much better than the French or *SHOCK HORROR* Mandarin version.

PPS: Please do not shriek and go "OH HOW CUTE IS THAT!" or "AWWWWWWW" when you see the penguin babies or when the penguinss wobble and fall over. Please. We're 20 year olds. We leave that to the kids.

PPPS: A documentary is all about perspective. When we see a penguin die, we go sad and think: IT'S NOT FAIR. In reality, if I were doing a documentary about fish, and the penguin comes along and eats my fish (or main lead), I'm sure you'll think the same way too. Perspective.

KTP visits mambo

For those that know what KTP stands for; shush. For those that don't know, I'm not telling. I made a rare decision to visit Zouk yesterday. Very very rare. The ta.... ta... sorry. My good friends will know that I do not usually visit Zouk nor any other club (e.g. Double O, DXO) unless twas a law bash. Budden Weitan msg'd and jio one abit hard to refuse. Afterall, we did jio him out at like 4am before. So tit for tat, I'm obliged to go. It seemed like a good break from the hectic week too. So. What the heck.

Little did I know that there was the biz bash going on at Zouk. No really. I didn't know. I'm like the least informed of all the clubbin clubbin stuff ya? Anyway, when we finally reached at 1+am, it was packed. There already were drunk girls puking their guts out on the streets and inside, drunk girls were lying in the arms of lecherous freshies (and seniors alike) whilst the guys contemplated the next move. Unfortunately I didn't drink much. Which meant there was no replay of DXO whereby I simply enjoyed laughing at anything and everything. I think it was a bit more fun then, but alcohol is expensive and I really have to get up the next day for an 11am lecture.

So there we were, a few of us standing in a circle waiting for the music to get better when I started noticing what the crowd (or rather the people on the podium) were actually doing. Any of you remember on National Day when we all had to say the pledge together and there'll be a small insert on your tv screen with this mute person doing hand signals (sign language) of all the words in the pledge? Ever wondered what those people did in between the yearly National Day Parade performance and probably some miscellaneous RTM programmes? Apparently they congregate at Zouk on wednesday nights (in mambo) specifically for the task of translating the song lyrics which the DJ spins. So imagine when the song mentions rain, on cue as if it were some unspoken language, all of them would stretch out their arms, palms open whilst wriggling their fingers and cascading their arms down with the tempo. Rain. Heart would be something like a heart shape formed with thumbs and forefingers of both your hands put together. Free would be outstretched arms with an expression of jubilance on their faces. You get the drift. It was hilarious and made for great night entertainment whilst we waited for the music to get better. It never really did.

I heard that it was the Manchester United (v. Everton?) match that night. As a soccer match was telecast live on your television sets, a basketball match was held in Phuture at the same time. Amazingly the score was pretty much the same. Three goals for Manchester United, and 3 balls were scored for the basketball match. But I think one was a three pointer and the other two were single point free throws. But it was too dark so I couldn't be sure. Details were hazy for the night though I didn't drink much primarily because there were just too many people around. If not for the bash, I would think we'd have more space. Oh well. It WAS a much needed break. *I can be so lerky, lerky lerky lerky...*

PS: Weitan owes us drinks...

A UNIQUELY SINGAPORE SEX SHOW

My ever horny friend Yuan Long told me about the Australian Sexpo oh so many months ago. Now she's the first to notify me of the local Sexpo coming to a convention hall near you... in Singapore.

From Todayonline:

Tuesday August 16, 2005

SEX in Singapore? A non-event, going by surveys of global sexual habits.
But one local company is hoping to change this, by organising Singapore's
first sex exhibition.

On display will be adult novelty products and sex-friendly furniture, and
there will be demonstrations of intimate dancing and a look at the
evolution of undergarment and sensual wear.

To be held in November at the Singapore Expo, it will be called - what
else - Sexpo 2005. The company behind the event, also called Sexpo, was
set up in March.

"We got the idea from the sex exhibitions in Australia which are organised
by the adult entertainment industry," said Mr Kenny Goh, a Sexpo
directors. "But for us in Singapore, we want to do it from a 'health'
angle.

"The exhibition will deliver frank, accurate and updated information on
sexual education in a family-friendly setting," said Mr Goh, 35.

"There is certainly a vacuum in terms of educational information on
sex-related issues and we see a lot of potential in the market. The
exhibition will be the first in a whole series of events ...

"Just like how we have computer and furniture shows every year, a sex
exhibition can be held to de-stigmatise sex."

Soon after the company was formed, Sexpo applied to the police for a
licence to hold the exhibition, said Mr Goh, who is also a director at
Cherubim Exchange, a medical diagnostics distributor. In May, after he was
asked to give more details, he was told that it had to be cleared by
"higher authorities".

To his relief, the in-principle approval was granted in July. Sexpo will
continue to work closely with the police in screening the programmes and
participants at the exhibition.

He said: "They expressed concern over the adult content. The three
guidelines given to us were that there must be no obscenity, no nudity and
no content on homosexuality."

While government agencies were uncomfortable about backing the exhibition,
Mr Goh said they have been supportive.

Government agencies such as the Health Promotion Board (HPB) will have
booths at Sexpo, as will voluntary groups such as Action For Aids.

Speakers at the various seminars during the exhibition will be educators
and medical personnel. The topics have been selected in consultation with
doctors and the HPB, and cover matters such as sexual positions and tips
on sex toys and bedroom games.

The initial target audience was working executives, but Sexpo then decided
youth should be included.

This raised the question of whether abstinence or safe sex should be
promoted.

After discussions with the relevant authorities, the focus on sexual
education for teenagers "will be more on abstinence as we strive to
reinforce the virtue of abstinence and stress on the non-physical
relationship for the teens", said Mr Goh, who expects the three-day event
to attract more than 60,000 visitors.

With tickets priced at $8 for visitors below 21 years old and $14 for
adults, Sexpo expects to see a healthy profit on its exhibition, which
cost some $500,000 to organise.

The Sexpo exhibition, occupying 3,000 sq m, will be in two sections.

The "Living Room" will cater to the general public with exhibits and
seminars focussing on adolescent sexual issues. The other section, the
"Bedroom", will house adult-oriented content, including the sale of adult
toys, and access will be restricted to adults.

One highlight of will be an exotic dance competition. Auditions for this
will be held in October.

Said Mr Goh: "I think it is quite challenging to hold such an event in
Singapore. That is why we want to position the exhibition properly. Upon
successfully launching the event, we can bring smaller scale events to the
heartlands." - Loh Chee Kong

Have I mentioned...

that I hate my room? Just this morning I finally finished (to a certain degree) my Company Law tutorial. It was already 4am when I finally switched off the lights and curled up in bed expecting a good rest. But then I realised that it was bloody noisy. The location of the room has betrayed me once again. My room faces the business slope and there was this big drain like downstairs. Taking into account that it just drizzled and whatnot, the drain was therefore bustling with night life. Crickets were out in full string (in the grass near the drain) and the frogs in the drain were going at it like there was no tomorrow. Yes. There were frogs fucking. Fucking frogs. You could almost hear the rhythm in their pumping. UWA UWA UWA UWA UWA UWA UWA followed by hectic UWAUWAUWAUWAUWAUWAUWAUWAUWAUWAUWUWAUWA... until they were exhausted UWA .... UWA .... UWA .... UWA .... and they didn't stay long being exhausted. It was almost a Seinfeld episode when after like 10 minutes of vigorious vocal and physical activity, they actually went all quiet... for like all of 20 seconds which lulled me into the false sense of security that it was all over. I took the pillow off my head... then the UWA UWA UWA UWA resumed. UGH.

I think it took me till around 5am to sleep. Thanks to the frogs which I once thought were cute when I was still staying at the other room. Again, the morning traffic roused (roused, not Aroused!) me. Cars and buses (Damn that bloody A2 revvvvvving to get up the frickin slope...) joined in the cacophony of assorted noises which never fail to annoy and force me out of my nice slumber before my alarm rang. (I mean looking at the time of the post, you can see that I'm NOT supposed to be up!) Finally, the killing blow was dealt by the bloody security outpost. You know the yellow pillar of confidence that a student was supposed to activate in the event that he was pursued by a murderer or she by a rapist? It has a direct line to the campus security HQ and ya, it's supposed to make alot of noise (think a high pitched ear annoying siren) once activated. Well some idiot student or random passerby activated it at around 8am. I climbed out of my bed to locate the source of annoyance and found the bloody thing flashing its siren and whining its high pitch cry for help. With no dying or half naked student in sight. What a letdown.

This is getting ridiculous. I can't sleep through that. Even after closing the windows and drawing the blinds I can still hear the incessant siren. It seems as though I'm destined to take an evening nap later. Sigh. To quote a song "And you don't know what it's like... Welcome to my life..." Indeed.

Thanks Shellen! (Tagboard)

It's over. Elections are over. Instead of a the Presidential Election we had an MC Election with a total turnout of 300 voters. Amazing considering our entire law fac has 800 students only. ALMOST 1/2 turned up. Almost. Anyway, as I'm waiting for my hair to dry (It's not very long, it's just very wet and my towel's just very wet), I shall give thanks to the many that have actually bothered to come down all the way to the student counter to vote for me. It's so nice to know that people actually respond to our little campaign and voted for us.

I got the news of the end of vote counting when Bob called me around 740ish. He asked whether I got the call yet. Having not gotten any call regarding the election, I said no and that probably meant I didn't get in. He then hung up the phone and I went to take a little pee. Whilst in the bathroom, my phone started ringing. It was Weitan calling regarding the results. I picked up the phone and heard his familar voice over the line... "Excuse me, may I speak to Zhiyou?" "Yah?" "This is Weitan here ah, informing you about the election results. Sorry to say that you are not one of the non-elected people." I was peeing and couldn't concentrate on the double negative. Thinking that I didn't get in despite the vast campaigning, I felt quite malu and flinched. Bad mistake as liquid flew around the tiny bathroom. "Oh... ok. Nevermind lor... What to do..." "Eh? You didn't hear me correctly arh? I said not one of the non-elected people!" I was like WTF. Cannot just say properly meh?! Heart attack ley! "Nah Bei I'm peeing you know! Not good to joke when I'm peeing!" After that it was polite goodbyes and a clean up of the toilet bowl and the surrounding floor area.

The toilet really isn't the best place to get news. It's always the nightmare of dropping your phone or wallet into the toilet bowl or the flush splashing on you that gives me the creeps. That's ridiculous you say? Well my wallet DID drop into the toilet bowl before! So did my book... Ugh. It's not a nice feeling reaching and pulling out a SOAKED wallet. Fish.

It's getting late and I still have a windsurfing clinic to conduct tomorrow. For those interested, currently we're going through the basics with GIRLS only. Guys can only attend after 1 month when the girls get better and THEN I'll have time for ya. But girls are ALWAYS welcomed. (Discrimination? Hmmmz) But then again, affiliates of the *cough*TATAPS*cough* are welcomed anytime. Hur hur hur. All lessons are FOC but you'll have to pay for board rental. Every sat at East Coast Park. Come get a nice tan!

PS: I've typed out a 3/4 long post regarding myself thanking all the people in Mansion 6. But I never got around to finishing it. Hope I finish it soon!

Goodnight!