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suddenly feel like drinking teh-o


brace yourselves. you are left with 4 years to live.


part 1 of 5: the threat


part 2 of 5: scientific proof


part 3 of 5: historical proof


part 4 of 5: surviving the flyby


part 5 of 5: beyond 2012



abec 5 bearings. 80mm continental all-weather wheels. high resistance third wheel. $169.

i want to get this. my ultrawheels are rotten. i miss blading. i need exercise.



fender japan st-45. basswood body.

i want this. my ibanez is still fine. so i can probably leave this aside. afterall it costs close to $900.



ibanez rg1520g prestige series. basewood body. two humbuckers. double edge pro bridge. maple/walnut neck. 24-frets. at least $1200.

actually i prefer this over fender although i've never tried a fender before. one thing is i'm more used to ibanez. secondly, i like the 2-0-2 pickup configuration. since i have no money, i shall just get the blades. but if by the time i get it in january, it is out of stock, then i shall wait to see if there's any better offer. or if anyone wants to get me a gift, size 8 should be fine. i know i have small feet. -_-


you have been a victim of heel-on-downward-moving-escalator-attacks.
when heels and escalators meet, you need ear-plugs to save your ear-drums.
attacks can happen anytime, anywhere.
when you spot ladies wearing heels running after trains, you know your ear is under siege.
wait no more! order ear saver pro 2.8 now!

ladies, if you are wearing heels, please do not run after the train. the sound is deafening, especially when a mob of you do it together.


no that's not counting down to ord if you realise 963 is a lot bigger than my last count of 111 but some interesting things happened while i was on this bus.

the bus was a little crowded and when i turned to look at the back, i saw a girl standing up and apparently gesturing to someone to take her seat. as i couldn't see who she was gesturing to, the first thing that came to my mind was, "oh got old man." when she finally got up, i saw a hesitant figure slowly moving towards the seat and it was a woman. she looks at most 40 to me. and she looks damn pissed off. haha... the girl really shouldn't have given up her seat. such an insult.

a while later, my phone rang and i answered. it was a private number and the person over the phone says she's calling from EMI. the conversation went like this:

caller: hello, 你是 *gibberish* 吗？
me: huh?
caller: 我是EMI打来的
me: huh?
caller: 我是EMI打来的。你是不是拿一张专辑给罗志祥签名？
me: ...
caller: hello?
me: hello
caller: 你是不是拿一张专辑给罗志祥签名？
me: 没有啊
caller: 没有？!你的电话是不是 9155xxxx
me: 对啊
caller: hm? 你姓什么？
me: 你要找谁？
caller: 我找 kok (something)
me: 打错了
caller: orh sorry

please draw the adjacency pairs for the conversation above and identify the action sequences.


next week's schedule:

halfday off on monday
off on tuesday
halfday off on wednesday
off on thursday after midnight run from 8pm-5am
only work day is friday

are you jealous you losers? tmd, you holiday all the way... #@^&

Congratulations on your graduation! We will be printing your degree scroll soon.

that was the first thing i saw upon logging into the system to check my results this semester. my heart skipped a beat. or two. or three. or four. or five. or six. or seven. or eight. or nine. or ten. am i still alive?

i suppose so, since i can still count properly.

i know it's pathetic but i have to do this.
111 more days...



all reading this post, if you're free on 29th or 30th dec, let's all go macdonald's at east coast park and do charity! for more info, please click on the above image and read.

我叫你读！




since i'm quite free these days, i did some simple design for the nus arts club t-shirt design competition. did you notice it's an ambigram of the word Arts? try doing a handstand to see it. =)


every year at the star awards, an increasing number of award winners thank 'god' or 'lord' or 'father' in their speeches. this speaks of more converts and it really isn't a bad thing. but when the article on sammi cheng wanting to "hound" and "haunt" andy hui to convert to christianity, it struck a raw nerve and awakened the dormant critic in me against evangelists. pardon my unhygenic verbiage but i have an irrepressible repulsion against evangelists and street-preachers.

i'm a firm believer that religion is a negotiated experience. that's how christianity come to be. that's how christian denominations come to be. and that's why the recent buddhist "fashion show" took place in japan recently. there's a reason why i'm a free-thinker and fuck all you who throw me the label of an atheist.

what makes one religion more true than another? what makes one interpretation of the bible more right than another? throw me some light... if you dare.


it's not a new movie by royston tan.

it's a new number for me. 116 more days to ord. start counting down.


i've finally caught the much-acclaimed 881 on dvd. the songs were great; the costumes fabulous. but one thing i cannot fathom is why it received such an overwhelming amount of praises. i've heard people telling me it's an extremely good movie and hannah even caught it twice in the cinema. to be honest (and politically correct), as much as i think royston tan is cool and respectable, i think the story isn't as good as made out to be. it really isn't due to my heightened expectations but on a more neutral ground, i think the story is bad. and to fuck practices of verbal hygiene, i think the show sucks other than the casting of my favourite star in yeo yann yann.

i've experienced this so many times that i ought to learn from it. never rely on reviews. thank god i caught it on a borrowed dvd.


i had the worst dream. ok it's not the worst but it was bad enough. i dreamt that exam results are out and the grades i got are namely, A, B, C, D, E and F. yes, it's odd that i got 6 grades for 5 modules and it's odd that there actually is an E grade but that's not important. i don't really recall which module each grade corresponds to but i recall that C was for lip. i was shocked. in my dream, i was thinking i must've sucked real bad at my finals that i can actually pull a 20% A+ and 20% B+ down to a C.

results aren't out till the 26th which is almost 2 weeks away, which i know for sure i wouldn't get an E. will you?


was browsing stomp and came across one of the most ridiculous topics i've ever seen. it says "are east singaporeans better looking than west singaporeans". i've seen my fair share of ridiculous topics but this is one of the worse ones. on the other note, i noticed myself 暗爽-ing. if you check out stomp forum topics enough, you can see essentialism at its best. since when is singapore divided like that? i don't recall seeing a bukit-wall. maybe coz slabs of the berlin wall's arriving soon. hmm... i would wanna go take a look but i can't remember when and where. anyone?


the academic epidemic is proliferating in my mind but i can't help but recall this conversation between myself and my cousin on her birthday recently.

while jokingly asking her to introduce some of her female friends to me, on a couple of occasions, she mentioned a friend or two and said, they are "chinese girls". my first reactions were, "are they from china?" she said no. they are singaporean chinese. to my surprise, i actually told her if it's local chinese girls, don't have to specify because i would assume everyone she introduces would be chinese. only where the introduced is non-chinese then specify. while this may not be a racist form (un)marking, i sort of regretted telling her not to specify if it's chinese. on a more subtle level, it still shows some kind of underlying socialization into the society of a largely chinese population. i hope she doesn't change the way she talks.

i can't believe i actually c-d-a-ed my own words. since those words unintentionally showed some form of thought which i myself deem undesirable, i shall pay more attention to how i use them. then again, it may, to some people, be racist by specifying the race. but i think i see it more as an attributive adjective and less a race marking. fuck verbal hygiene.


i never expected this day to come this soon. when i would dig up my stuff from the storeroom and see the stripes on the sleeve again. see those black and dirty boots which i had to spend time polishing again. and boy did i manage to polish it to a new shine. i still recognise the dust and dirt from the last summary exercise. yes, i didn't clean it since that exercise years ago. but the front part still had that slight chip which i hope is acceptable. i had thrown the other pair of boots away since passing out from bmt which i can't remember why. it probably was in such a bad shape that i couldn't revive it anymore.

kiwi, gutters, brush, boots, uniforms, ranks, ippt, marksmanship, suckers, fuckers. all coming back into my life again. hopefully i won't be sent for range anymore, and i doubt i will be. my only weird hope of this return is that i get to run at least 5km 3 times a week.


i chanced upon the blog of a module mate with half the universe in his head. then again, i have to admit i didn't exactly "chance upon" it. i made a deliberate attempt to search and met the alter ego. it's interesting on the one hand to be seeing another side of people you know. at the same time, begin to wonder why the many thoughts that linger in people's minds get articulated so well by some and not by others. why are people able to write so much?

2.5 years of university education has brainwashed me to some extent. the most prominent of influences, i would believe, comes from this semester. somehow or another, a whole lot of what i've been taught spill out of my brain to the point that i do occasionally feel a bit sick. sick of viewing the world in this light, sick of being rationale, sick of being so politically correct. sometimes, i just wanna get back to the days when i behave like the masses and be unpolitically correct and voice my opinion in the most egocentric perspective. i feel raped. my mind feels raped. is education the source of empowerment? i wonder. i doubt.

i tried stepping away from my university knowledge and returning to what i got from my poly days. halfway through explaining the different monitors to a friend, i felt geeky. really geeky and i halted.

somehow i realised people don't really believe what i say at times. in dr. a's words, i probably lack in the trustworthiness department in terms of credibility even when i'm talking about things i'm 100% certain i am more well-versed in as compared to my interlocuter(s). i feel some sense of grievance when my interlocuter say with 100% certainty that i know not what i am talking about. sometimes the tone reek of sarcarsm as much as i know what the other party say is incorrect. one may do a lot better in his/her modules but that doesn't mean that s/he is more knowledgeable in every field. i dread meeting the high flyers at times. look at my pitiful attempt to be politically correct again. cest la vie? look at my previous post on sexism and you know what i mean. i am raped. i'm sorry if i do the same to you. what comes around goes around.


who'd have expected a simple outing to a performance to reap such huge benefits. it wasn't a good sign in the beginning when jx and i had to hitch a cab to get to sembawang which cost us $23+. then the tickets were at $5 which was pretty ok, except when i found out some of them didn't even pay!!! grrr... but the good deal is i got a mini box of finger food and a bottle of mineral water. well, i'll just take it as being a sucker for a simple meal.

the real deal comes when jx gave me a yamaha guitar where upon valuation by the boss of standard value, it actually costs at least $300. following which, we went to s11 for a meal. the drinks arrived when max and i were ordering food so jx paid for it first. when i asked how much it costs, he said "不用紧啦". then food came and yiwen paid with his larger note coz i have change. so i took out money to pay my portion and he also said, "不用紧啦". i am sure the fish tastes nice and it's not coz it's free!

thank you my dear friends! i shall remember your kindness when i become king! you two shall be my 王朝 and 马汉!


as much as i think it is a good show, it's still quite silly to see sprawlings. and bloody hell munagata jin molested ueto aya. #@^%!