Wheeee! total distraction! me and singer ann totally wasting a night fooling with this.

anyway, a shoutout to my little sister michelle ("mui mui" right?)

Didn't post last time cause it was a sad post about 9/11. cheers!

essays are killing me.

it's really scary how easily influenced we can be to do the most destructive and insane things.

a few hours ago, seven years ago, the world changed.

i guess we never really knew how momentous the event was when it happened, but now we see how far we've come.

i told you so.

i have mentioned this a few times, but somehow i never got round to taking a picture as proof.

but it's true, don't take my word for it. don't ask me to explain how this thing works, cause i have no f-ing idea.

i don't need to make any sick jokes, cause this is gross enough as it is.


i think u can see my head and my phone in the reflection from the shiny paper.

seriously.

God bless our glorious nation.


There is always a in other news page, so here is a picture of an obviously non-local box of panadol.

(with that said, my computer is trying to correct the word 'panadol', and suggesting I change it to 'Panasonic'. Computer maker's obviously don't like pharmaceutical workers)

i have a brain worm!

Cat Stevens - Sad Lisa

She hangs her head and cries in my shirt.
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me what's making you sadly?
Open your door - don't hide in the dark.
You're lost in the dark - you can trust me.
'Cause you know that's how it must be.

Lisa - Lisa, sad Lisa - Lisa.

Her eyes like windows trickelin´rain
Upon the pain getting deeper.
Though my love wants to relieve her.
She walks alone from wall to wall.
Lost in her hall, she can't hear me.
Though I know she likes to be near me.

Lisa - Lisa, sad Lisa - Lisa.

She sits in a corner by the door.
There must be more I can tell her.
If she really wants me to help her.
I'll do what I can to show her the way.
And maybe one day I will free her.
Though I know no one can see her.

Lisa - Lisa, sad Lisa - Lisa.

erm.

Perhaps i don't know much about girls, cause i don't happen to be one.

But could someone enlighten me as to how the below mentioned conversation could even take place?

I mean, people SHARE?!

this was found in Cineleisure B1; i don't know which is worse, the idea of the conversation, of the fact that a flagrant display of engrish is shown.

maybe only in Korea (this was outside a Korean dept store, which from outside, didn't sell any of the above-mentioned garments.)

another lower quality picture for viewing.

don't tell me you can't relate to this picture!!

another post for the mini-fruits series.

MINI PEACH!


i see my wallet in the background. i need a new one.

yes.

more work related weirdness

now this is a story not for the faint of heart.

i usually use the executive toilet at work. this is totally NOT a sign of status, they just leave the keys around for everyone to use.

well, in there there is only one cubicle, and it was taken up on this particular day. thus i had to use the public toilet. not that it affected me in any way.

at least not yet.

entered the stall, or whatever the hell u call the mini room with a toilet bowl, i notice a the scene described in the above-displayed picture.

i was hit with a question; which was worse, the fact those streaks was most likely to be someone's excrement, or the fact that there is some one as "boh-liao"* as to smear his excrement on the wall.

that, is a major question for the philosophers.


*BOH LIAO (Contributed by AA)
Hokkien for "nothing better to do". Dangerously idle. In Mandarin, it's "wuliao".
"What for he go and do that sort of thing? Must be damn bo liao."
(http://www.talkingcock.com/html/lexec.php)

i can't say grunge is my influence anymore.

but this sure is a good song.

damn i sound freaking sad, but there is no way i can play like matt cameron.




Temple of the Dog - Hunger Strike

I dont mind stealing bread, from the mouths of decadents
But i cant feed on the powerless, when my cups already overfilled
Yeah
But it's on the table, the fire's cooking
And they're farming babies, the slaves are all working
Blood is on the table, their mouths are all choking
But I'm goin' hungry
Yeah

I don't mind stealing bread, from the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless, when my cup's already overfilled
Oh
But it's on the table, the fire is cooking
And they're farming babies, the slaves are all working
And it's on the table, their mouths are all choking

But I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
I'm going hungry (Going hungry)

I dont mind stealing bread (oh, i dont mind)
No i dont mind stealing bread

So i'm going hungry(Going hungry)
I'm going hungry(Going hungry)

man.

WHAT IN THE DEEPEST DARKEST HELL IS IT WITH WHINY FICTIONAL CHARACTERS?!?!

how can that be a F***ING turn-on?!

it's bloody annoying can?!

argh.

Brother Learns Something New, iBitch and Other Things.

Something tragic happened on Monday.

I guess I've said it to many people already, and it's not getting any funnier.

so I'll just say this.

an ego was kinda badly bruised.

well, it was not the best 2 hours sitting there. but i guess we should be happy that no one was hurt.

physically that is.

i do have this so say to the people that took down our car number.

dudes, even if the number came out. u guys would have to share the prize money man. an we all know the numbers are not REALLY based on luck.

all the best anyway should you try.

=)

i would tell u the number, but i can't remember it.

me and the brother did decide to take a momento each with us (the broken plastic from the break lights of victim car), so as to remember what happened, since we're both relatively young drivers with a lot to learn. (so says dad.)

i got a flame, cause it had anime-style coolness!! it's gotta mean something man!!!!!!!

it was actually the only other piece that wasn't oily from the break fluid.

i did get a bit angry cause i had to lug my djembe to take a cab this afternoon to bugis, as i had band practice after drum lessons. but i had a makeshift lesson and now my djembe is tuned up and sounds real cool.

and did i mention jazz is a real bitch to learn?

everyone who knows me knows i have no fear of insects, and i hold a certian facination for beetles. They look like freaking little robots!
well, i did find this mini longlihorn beetle outside my door and i just had to fool around with it before i headed in, and toss it to the nearby bushes so it actually can continue with life.
for those who encounter these creatures and pick them up, MIND THE MANDIBLES! they look quite nasty.
i once caught one (much bigger than the recently caught one) in Cameron highlands, i put it in a plastic bag, and it chewed through in 30 minutes. i was so amused by it, i put 2 more just to see it chew through again.


In other news. No one really knows what i do at work right, except that i do part time admin for my dad. Well, specifically, i do construction, i am an appentice foreman.

erm, i am kidding. work gets boring. i was supposed to clean out the storage area, and i didn't want my friend dropping gauges on my head as he stacked them up.

sure beats the army helmet anyday!

=)

"how do you wake up every morning?" "painfully."

my mom claims with me growing my hair out, I look sleepy all the time.

well, i find that she that her statement is true, but only to a superficial level;
due to the fact that I AM sleepy all the time.

I've been awake since 630am.

if you wonder what's wrong with that, see previous post.

ARGH.

man. i'm awake and it's freaking 1.40 am! i'm like so gonna die tomorrow.

fack.

Death Of A Friend, Father's Day and a Mini-Butt

There was a period of time, about at least 10 years ago that SOMEHOW my mugs kept breaking every month.

I was greatly saddened, and felt that my family was trying to make me confused, so that I will never know which 1 was mine.

Then came the brown mug, and she has served me well in these 10 years.

she lost a battle with the chinese tea pot, and suffered a fatal jaw fracture.

I guess this is it my friend, rest in pieces. May you go on the better things. I only hope you don't become part of a toilet bowl or something. That would really stink for you.

In other news, on Father's Day my Dad tried to make us a hearty breakfast.

He tried to decorate out plates systematically so it would look like someone paid for it, but I obviously had other plans.

I had to do something to get myself awake!

I got him the Jakob Dylan solo album, which was quite disappointing actually.

Ah well, the audio-bibliophile in me took it from the car to add it to my song collection.

God knows when I'll actually hear it.

Aside from the fact that found a butt-shaped lychee, i realize i have really stubby fingers!
(i put the lychee back, the next day they were all gone. i wonder who actually ate it.)

hahahaha!

Randomness on Sunday

this is my 300th post, and i'm posting crap.

i went down to St Hildas Sch this afternoon for service in Chapel of Christ the Redeemer.

i guess it was nice to walk the canteen of my old school, i still feel the sian-ness of going back to school man.. an still feel irritated when I see some teachers' faces on the roster.

(for those who know, F-ing Lee Kim Seng.)

I went to get a drink with my brother during the announcements part of the service. Then i took the liberty to browse through the stall headings, just to see if they have changed. I was also a bit hungry; I can't help it, I'm just me.

I couldn't help but notice this disturbing sight.

WTF is a WAFFE?!?!

HAHAHAHAHAH!

Ok here ends part 1 and onto part 2.

i don't know if i have spoken about the toad purse that is in my dad's car to anyone before.
it has been around for like years man. and i finally remember to take pictures of it for general public viewing.

this is the ONLY kind of toad i will touch.

i bloody hate slimy things.

i kill slimy things.

it was purchased in the Philippines by my dad at a tourist shop.

we used to have 2, but i don't know where the other one went.

it looks quite lifelike, but it actually feels just like leather.

Screw naruto, i got a real toad purse.

Sorry for grossing anyone out.

"old friends ≠ good friends"

hahahah!

Care Never Seemed So Angry.

Pearl Jam

Save You

Gonna save you fucker,....not gonna lose you

Feeling cocky and strong,.. can't let you go,...

Too important to me

Too important to us,... we'd be lost without you

Baby, let yourself fall,... I'm right below you now

And fuck me if I say something you don't wanna hear fuck me

And fuck if you only hear what you wanna hear

Fuck me if I care,... but I'm not leaving here

You helped me when I was down,... I'll help when you're down

Why are you hitting yourself,... c'mon hit me instead

Let's pick up your will,... it's grown fat and lazy

I'm sympathetic as well,... don't go on me now

And I'm not living this life without you, I'm selfish and clear

And you're not leaving here without me,

I don't wanna be without

My best friend,... wake up to see you could have it all, all

Cause there is but you,... something within you

It's taken control,.. let's beat it, get up let's go

Oh you're in your own world, let's see the whole world

Let's pick up your soul fuck me if

I say something you don't wanna hear fuck me

And fuck me if you only hear the treble in your head

Please help,... me,... to help you,... help yourself

Help me help yourself,... please want me to,... please let me to

Help you

damn can't embed the video.

True.

(I have passed the parent test!)

=)

Afterword:

I realise that the last mass of words looks like a grenade. It was supposed to be a smiley.
Blogger wouldn't let me format spacing.

I would like to think it's more like a pineapple. I like pineapples, they are delicious, especially those from Thailand.

A bit pissed at the moment, but I don't wanna go all emo on my blog.

I am thus trying a new therapy.

EMO!~

EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~
EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~
EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~
EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~
EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~EMO!~

ye gods....

F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!
F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!F@CK!!!

I once saw a poem which was about Africa, type-written in the shape of the continent itself.

My opinions on the Dark Continent are well known, but it goes to show if someone can put in so much effort to see something beautiful in something so, erm, complex; I should try it as well.

F@CK!!! F@CK!!!


EMO!~

EMO! EMO!~

EMO!~ EMO!~

EMO! ~ EMO!~

EMO!~EMO!~

Damn I'm sleepy.