Can you believe it? I hadda complimentary 3 day pass to the Asian Aerospace convention which was worth over a 100 bucks! Haha but I expected it as my dad reserved a free golden ticket for me long beforehand. Anyway, if u think that I'm the lucky bastard, you're wrong because that fella is El. My dad, with strenuous persuasion coupled with some threats, managed to obtain ANOTHER free ticket at the last minute, which El of course bagged.
Unfortunately, my day started off early(0400) and on a sour note as I witnessed on TV, Del Horno's sending off at Stamford Brigde. Lionel Messi is a bastard of a player because he deliberately ran in the direction of Del Horno's side-ward challenge instead of where he played the ball to, knowing that the Chelsea defender would crash into him. To aggravate the already emotionally charged aftermath, Messi rolled on the pitch with his hands clasping his face in theatrical agony, with the clear intention of misleading the ref into brandishing a hopeful red card. For the record, Del Horno was eventually dismissed due to the excellent chemistry of events.
Fantastic theatrics + Poor judgement= Sending off (Exothermic)
I was hoping that my mood would somehow manage a turn 5 hours later when El and I reached the gates of the Aerospace convention, but it turned out otherwise. We were firstly greeted by an Air-show, which was quite simply about flying pieces of metal constantly darting across the sky in a haphazard fashion. Shortly after, as we made our way through the mouth of the labyrinth of booths in the convention hall, I noticed a small bowl peanuts on the counter of one. So, I approached the lady tending to her booth for a couple of peanuts and she consented to my request. To my irritation, there was this male staff who appeared out of nowhere and asked where I worked at and also said many silly things such as insisting that we met before despite my adamant replies that it had never happened. As I reasonably presumed that the tray of pastries beside the peanuts was for visitors to consume, I reached out for one of them, but that male staff snapped at me by saying that the buns, unlike the peanuts, were not for me but special patrons. Yet, I calmly and quietly walked away. To my anger this time, that fella tried to pull off the final word or failed coup de grace by suddenly exclaiming that I should have been more polite. Therefore, in my bottled rage(it all begun with Del Horno's sending off rem?), I slammed him by saying "Look, I definitely asked before taking any of that shit and if you still adjugde that to be impolite, then you must excessively stupid." As it was intended to be rhetorical I didn't expect a reply, however he still did ask "You sure, you asked?" in a very uncertain but provocative manner. That was the final straw so I dealt him the final blow with this punchline of "Yah of course I did, and you ought to be more sure than I need to be more polite!" in a composed fashion and sharply walked off because I was not interested to hear yet another word from an idiot.
In our progression of travel, we came across a number of exhibits such as missles, aviation computer technology, flight simulators, an array of insulating materials, a 4000euro ball bearing system for chopper propellors which is the size of a CD as well as even a full size Rolls Royce 'Trent' engine. However, at the end of the day, our main fascination revolved around the outdoor aircraft display, in particular the A380, which resembles an albatross because of its curved broad wings. Exhibits aside, I would like to add that the people, bar that idiot, had generally benign dispositions, which made this whole experience a whole lot more pleasant, for me at least. Haha perhaps because the Dubai ladies allowed me to take a picture with them!Okay, I shall now cease this entry because no description can ever be as apt as the real thang.. so the pictures below!
-Yup u guessed it! I'm anonymous as always and as ever!
Saturday, February 25, 2006
What you see is what you get
The metal albatross, A380
I need to ask my dad where the crew hides the stash..
It's indeed best to keep your distance when this baby's all fired up..
I'll take her on a ride.. someday..
"I won't say she's a stunner but she's my flavour of the week!"
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Bangkok
Just got back from bkk last night. Was tired from all the walking and eating. I must day that bkk is a nice and interesting place for a short vacation but quite unpleasant to live in for an extended period. First are the perennial jams that seem to pervade the roads at varying degrees at most of the waking hours. The traffic is just too damn irritating to drive in effectively if you're not willing to do dangerous and havoc stuff and having your blood pressure doubled. The air pollution also sux and I suspect I'd die of asthma soon enough if I stayed on. The city is too damn overcrowded and things seem to at odds with the system and order that I've grown used to in s'pore.
Other than that, bkk makes a pretty gd getaway. The local food is extremely gd and I just cant seem to get enough of the authentic and delectable tom yum goong, pad thai and the ultra-sweet and lemak desserts. Not to mention that the beer is cheap and gd. Try the brand LEO next time you're there, shiok man. The thai massage was gd too and I subjected myself to 3 bone-wracking sessions of it. Shopping was ok for me but girls would def find it a haven. The ppl are also nice and friendly, unlike a lot of bloody sour-faced s'poreans who think you owe them a living.
But most of all, the thing that made my trip constantly pleasant is the fact that there was quite a fair bit of pretty girls around. There're really a lot of chinese-looking thais who are def better looking than our local fare. I concluded that a visual sweep of girls in town would yield a higher number of pretty ones in bkk than in s'pore. My mom agreed with me and she was jokingly eddifying my resolve to find a su-wai (pretty) thai gf. lol. Definitely, I've impressed with the thai girls and their seemingly increased pleasant disposition as well as subservience vis-a-vis their s'pore counterparts. Had my hair cut at a salon in Siam Square and I was deliberating on what to say to this cute thai girl sitting beside me when I was called up to get my hair washed and cut. Damn. Getting fat so I'm off for a laborious jog now. Ciao
Justin
Other than that, bkk makes a pretty gd getaway. The local food is extremely gd and I just cant seem to get enough of the authentic and delectable tom yum goong, pad thai and the ultra-sweet and lemak desserts. Not to mention that the beer is cheap and gd. Try the brand LEO next time you're there, shiok man. The thai massage was gd too and I subjected myself to 3 bone-wracking sessions of it. Shopping was ok for me but girls would def find it a haven. The ppl are also nice and friendly, unlike a lot of bloody sour-faced s'poreans who think you owe them a living.
But most of all, the thing that made my trip constantly pleasant is the fact that there was quite a fair bit of pretty girls around. There're really a lot of chinese-looking thais who are def better looking than our local fare. I concluded that a visual sweep of girls in town would yield a higher number of pretty ones in bkk than in s'pore. My mom agreed with me and she was jokingly eddifying my resolve to find a su-wai (pretty) thai gf. lol. Definitely, I've impressed with the thai girls and their seemingly increased pleasant disposition as well as subservience vis-a-vis their s'pore counterparts. Had my hair cut at a salon in Siam Square and I was deliberating on what to say to this cute thai girl sitting beside me when I was called up to get my hair washed and cut. Damn. Getting fat so I'm off for a laborious jog now. Ciao
Justin
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Magic?
The spot? Well, Kenny probably would want to tell us the Alphabet of the spot then. Would that be a "G"?
i must say that Luke's pasta is looking wicked in that photo there. i swear if i could pull it out of the picture, i'd do so! Hope it tastes good too. So Luke, the next time you return, you shall by default, cook for us all.
Well, this is basically how i have lived my pathetic life since Luke left for Melbourne. Valentine's day was spent with Kenneth and Malik and Malik's camp mates. We went to LAN at Headquarters where Kenneh and I got thrashed by Malik and his camp mate who can't really speak English for nuts. Anyway, i thought i'd be damn bored at home on Valentine's until Kenneth called me out.
Besides practising my cards and my piano and strumming some guitar, i've been performing weekly at coffebean and starbucks with my friend (reuben's ex sch mate). I've come to realise that my fear of talking to people has been slowly slipping away and that i find new fun in performance. It helps me to be innovative on the spot too. (like the queen of hearts?..i don't know abt that) The clearing of my numerous days of leave and offs have helped me to stay at home to think of ideas and practice new sleights. Indeed, it has been a fruitful activity that i've picked up. Not to mention, i get chicks telephone numbers when they ask me for mine. Well, i was at Funorama recently and i performed and got myself free coupons. (oh yeah Luke, i saw Melia there too) My intended purpose was to go there and support my friend's stall which he was seldom at cus he went out performing too. Surprisingly, we got more coupons than an hour of fondue-selling. So it was pretty much a good way of raising the cash for the stall. i'll be going down to acjc this friday cus he invited me over to perform too as well as to support. I hope to learn something from his performance.
Well, given that we are all ORD-ing. I feel it's time for us to use this time to really do what we like before we get tied down with schoolwork. i'm damn tired now so i guess i won't type much. Hope you guys are doing fine too. Cheers~
i must say that Luke's pasta is looking wicked in that photo there. i swear if i could pull it out of the picture, i'd do so! Hope it tastes good too. So Luke, the next time you return, you shall by default, cook for us all.
Well, this is basically how i have lived my pathetic life since Luke left for Melbourne. Valentine's day was spent with Kenneth and Malik and Malik's camp mates. We went to LAN at Headquarters where Kenneh and I got thrashed by Malik and his camp mate who can't really speak English for nuts. Anyway, i thought i'd be damn bored at home on Valentine's until Kenneth called me out.
Besides practising my cards and my piano and strumming some guitar, i've been performing weekly at coffebean and starbucks with my friend (reuben's ex sch mate). I've come to realise that my fear of talking to people has been slowly slipping away and that i find new fun in performance. It helps me to be innovative on the spot too. (like the queen of hearts?..i don't know abt that) The clearing of my numerous days of leave and offs have helped me to stay at home to think of ideas and practice new sleights. Indeed, it has been a fruitful activity that i've picked up. Not to mention, i get chicks telephone numbers when they ask me for mine. Well, i was at Funorama recently and i performed and got myself free coupons. (oh yeah Luke, i saw Melia there too) My intended purpose was to go there and support my friend's stall which he was seldom at cus he went out performing too. Surprisingly, we got more coupons than an hour of fondue-selling. So it was pretty much a good way of raising the cash for the stall. i'll be going down to acjc this friday cus he invited me over to perform too as well as to support. I hope to learn something from his performance.
Well, given that we are all ORD-ing. I feel it's time for us to use this time to really do what we like before we get tied down with schoolwork. i'm damn tired now so i guess i won't type much. Hope you guys are doing fine too. Cheers~
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
The Pasta
I have been cooking quite a bit lately. This is the fruit of my most recent labours...
Pasta a la Luke
In light of my newfound ability to cook, I have decided to quit medicine, forget about law, and pursue my true calling by devoting my time to the honing of my culinary skills. Wish me luck. hahahaha...
-Luke
Monday, February 20, 2006
The spot
I feel as though I am back at the same old spot I have constantly revisited over the past 2 years. This spot is a representation of the daily clockwork routine I have conformed to during that period; waking up every morning deliberating(actually there is no need at all) whether or not I should turn up for work, having breakfast and then my second breakfast, bolting out of camp(that's if I make it there lah) and finally spending my late evenings aimlessly roaming about the city. By the look of this dull and far from spectacular life of mine, I wouldn't blame you if you imagined of this 'spot' as a minute and insignificant one.
Just as I thought I had relegated this ridiculous routine to history with the long stream of MCs(or it could just be a Mega-MC) and later clearing leave, I realised otherwise. To my sheer disappointment of missing the right spot, my rear foot had instead been shackled and stuck in that same old spot I was in for 2 years, though the only consolation I can get is its slightly prettier appearance this time. So yeah, I guess it doesn't take much to figure my ever-predictable life: waking up(only for breakfast after noon), movies, second breakfast, wandering till I dunno when and then to bed. The difference here lies in the environment I spend most of my time at, which at this period is the comfort of my home unlike that greenish hell in the past. Also, my nights have become days. Therefore, the spot is somewhat prettier.
However, in spite of the inevitable re-enactment of this mundane routine in every brand new day, it does not mean that life was, or has to be meaningless. This is so because we, more often than not, find ourselves engaged in numerous interesting activities and doing havoc things while being confined to this cycle, or chained to this spot u might say. What then, is life without havoc theories/stories, talking cock, jaw-droppingly beautiful lasses, Kelloggs, alcohol(N.A to Malik and perhaps Elvin since a teaspoon is a negligible amount), education, ambition, Dota, friendship and most evidently the queen of one's heart? I'm sure all these aren't everything, but that doesn't mean they count for nothing either!
So, as our capacity to appreciate and grasp life increases, we concurrently decorate and furnish this hotspot more fancifully, in our very exclusive individual styles too. Also in time, this spot will grow, and of course it shall be in proportion to how potent its only limiting factor(yourself) is. Which is why some leave a more lasting impression compared to others, for whatever reasons. Anyway, I hate to burst your bubble, but this spot must totally, completely fade away...someday.
Haha, on a completely irrelevant and nonsensical note, I'd like to list certain properties of my most favoured spot which I can assure everyone that I'd re-visit as often as possible in this shot of life. Firstly, it has to be capable of varying its size from a slit to an upper limit of the face of a Snapples bottle cap. Next, it must be dark, not because I want it that way, but technically speaking, a shaft of light would have difficulty penetrating it. Lastly, it should come with some depth. Oh and I'd like to name it Pussy.
-A leopard never changes its spots. I am that leopard.
Just as I thought I had relegated this ridiculous routine to history with the long stream of MCs(or it could just be a Mega-MC) and later clearing leave, I realised otherwise. To my sheer disappointment of missing the right spot, my rear foot had instead been shackled and stuck in that same old spot I was in for 2 years, though the only consolation I can get is its slightly prettier appearance this time. So yeah, I guess it doesn't take much to figure my ever-predictable life: waking up(only for breakfast after noon), movies, second breakfast, wandering till I dunno when and then to bed. The difference here lies in the environment I spend most of my time at, which at this period is the comfort of my home unlike that greenish hell in the past. Also, my nights have become days. Therefore, the spot is somewhat prettier.
However, in spite of the inevitable re-enactment of this mundane routine in every brand new day, it does not mean that life was, or has to be meaningless. This is so because we, more often than not, find ourselves engaged in numerous interesting activities and doing havoc things while being confined to this cycle, or chained to this spot u might say. What then, is life without havoc theories/stories, talking cock, jaw-droppingly beautiful lasses, Kelloggs, alcohol(N.A to Malik and perhaps Elvin since a teaspoon is a negligible amount), education, ambition, Dota, friendship and most evidently the queen of one's heart? I'm sure all these aren't everything, but that doesn't mean they count for nothing either!
So, as our capacity to appreciate and grasp life increases, we concurrently decorate and furnish this hotspot more fancifully, in our very exclusive individual styles too. Also in time, this spot will grow, and of course it shall be in proportion to how potent its only limiting factor(yourself) is. Which is why some leave a more lasting impression compared to others, for whatever reasons. Anyway, I hate to burst your bubble, but this spot must totally, completely fade away...someday.
Haha, on a completely irrelevant and nonsensical note, I'd like to list certain properties of my most favoured spot which I can assure everyone that I'd re-visit as often as possible in this shot of life. Firstly, it has to be capable of varying its size from a slit to an upper limit of the face of a Snapples bottle cap. Next, it must be dark, not because I want it that way, but technically speaking, a shaft of light would have difficulty penetrating it. Lastly, it should come with some depth. Oh and I'd like to name it Pussy.
-A leopard never changes its spots. I am that leopard.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
The Fifth Day
Nick left for his hostel today... It's been quite boring since he left.. esp since he does some very absurd things sometimes... like trying to shower with body lotion instead of soap... twice.. and using the stove sponge to wash plates.. anyway... i have been keeping myself busy with housework since he left... i have a ridiculous amount to do... just finished unpacking... but still have to tidy up everything and vacuum the place again which i suspect will take the rest of today... all my days seem to be pretty short since i wake up at 12 and everything closes at 5... going for dinner with mark huang later... for the moment. im busy washing plates... after that i really have to start cleaning up my table which is messier than the rest of my place combined. tomorrow i really have to start reading some of the orientation stuff i have been given.. i have no idea what is going on and when whatever is going on is going on... i made breakfast this morning by the way.. bacon and egg sandwich... it was extremely good... i think i may have the makings of a chef... i have yet to wash to frying pan though... anyway... here are some pictures... im gonna get back to cleaning now. Cya!
My table
My table
My Kitchen (Notice Kellogs cereal)
Nick and I at College Sq.
Nick and I, satsified customers of BIG W, which we visited 4 times in 4 days in melbourne.
-Luke
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
The First Day
My hopes of having a hot girl sit beside me were completely dashed when i saw the bald old guy sitting at the seat adjacent to mine. However, the plane ride was not completely bad... There was this amish guy who stubbornly refused to remove his hat for the first few hours of the flight... he also was carrying a ridiculous amount of banned foods in his luggage which were being contained in mainly plastic containers but also sometimes in just aluminium foil... i dunno what customs did to him...
Anyway.. on arrival... i met josh chong again... his parents were quite nice and offered me a lift to college square... but nick and i took a cab instead... upon reaching college square, the taxi driver for some reason hurriedly dumped our stuff on the ground in disarray and sped off as soon as the bill was settled. After checking in, nick and i went walking around the uni and doing various admin stuff.. once we were tired out, we went back to college square for a short rest but both ended up sleeping... forunately we got up in time to go to do some shopping... i bought among other things, a kettle, a vacuum cleaner and some plates... they are being delivered to my place tomorrow since they were too heavy to carry over... after that, i joined josh, his family and mark huang for dinner, while nick went to visit his aunt... that is pretty much how i spent valentines... i hope that not everyone who writes in this blog was dateless as well... cause being dateless sucks.. overall it has been a really tiring day.. and it has all been very surreal... and doing unusual things like buying kettles isnt making anything feel anymore normal... tomorrow is when i really have to start doing some work... i have to unpack my things and start cleaning the room.
On a more philosophical note, i have been wondering whether this is really what i am supposed to be doing...i dont know whether i will really find a career in medicine fufilling, because regardless of whatever intangible benefits it may bring by the nature of the job, one can never get enough of the tangible benefits, which may be more easily procured in other career paths. I am of course referring to a career in law.. which is why i am still holding my place in nus. however much i think about it, i cannot reach a conclusion as to which is the right path for myself. i have to make sure that i dont just choose this path because on a whim at some point of time, i decided that it might be cool to become a doctor and followed that whim all the way through. Anyway, i think that at the moment i am just not wise enough to make this choice which is much larger than myself and can only hope that things will be different in a few months time, when my thoughts will be translated into actions that will have life changing effects. I have to go catch up with sleep now before i just faint in front of my computer, which would be far too jonathon-like for my liking... I will put up some pictures as soon as i have the time... cya ppl...
*P.S. Thanks for all the help packing, melia. i would be damn hopeless if u hadnt been there to assist me...
-Luke
Anyway.. on arrival... i met josh chong again... his parents were quite nice and offered me a lift to college square... but nick and i took a cab instead... upon reaching college square, the taxi driver for some reason hurriedly dumped our stuff on the ground in disarray and sped off as soon as the bill was settled. After checking in, nick and i went walking around the uni and doing various admin stuff.. once we were tired out, we went back to college square for a short rest but both ended up sleeping... forunately we got up in time to go to do some shopping... i bought among other things, a kettle, a vacuum cleaner and some plates... they are being delivered to my place tomorrow since they were too heavy to carry over... after that, i joined josh, his family and mark huang for dinner, while nick went to visit his aunt... that is pretty much how i spent valentines... i hope that not everyone who writes in this blog was dateless as well... cause being dateless sucks.. overall it has been a really tiring day.. and it has all been very surreal... and doing unusual things like buying kettles isnt making anything feel anymore normal... tomorrow is when i really have to start doing some work... i have to unpack my things and start cleaning the room.
On a more philosophical note, i have been wondering whether this is really what i am supposed to be doing...i dont know whether i will really find a career in medicine fufilling, because regardless of whatever intangible benefits it may bring by the nature of the job, one can never get enough of the tangible benefits, which may be more easily procured in other career paths. I am of course referring to a career in law.. which is why i am still holding my place in nus. however much i think about it, i cannot reach a conclusion as to which is the right path for myself. i have to make sure that i dont just choose this path because on a whim at some point of time, i decided that it might be cool to become a doctor and followed that whim all the way through. Anyway, i think that at the moment i am just not wise enough to make this choice which is much larger than myself and can only hope that things will be different in a few months time, when my thoughts will be translated into actions that will have life changing effects. I have to go catch up with sleep now before i just faint in front of my computer, which would be far too jonathon-like for my liking... I will put up some pictures as soon as i have the time... cya ppl...
*P.S. Thanks for all the help packing, melia. i would be damn hopeless if u hadnt been there to assist me...
-Luke
Amigos Para Siempre
Amigos Para Siempre
Wassup guys.
indeed this is my virgin blog in more ways than one. first, i've never blogged before so it took me a min to figure out that the 'blog this' link is supposed to be clicked on to start an entry. Next, of course this is my first entry on this blog.
I'm here to reiterate the point that army was a freakin waste of our 2 yrs and i'm still sore abt it. speaking from my own personal experience and perspective as juxtaposed to the 'sembawang perspective', surely, being in ocs and a commander has taught me stuff and instilled certain knowledge and disciplines of which i'm thankful for. however, the point is, this gain is far over-shadowed by the loss of time and 2 damn precious yrs of our promising lives. think we could have achieved whatever gain in a far truncated period of time than these 2 disgusting yrs. my outlook on army so far has been constant on one point - if this screwedup and cockedup place is gonna waste your damn time and you have no escape from it, you have to find ways to waste your time the best you can with as much productivity as you can. which i think all of us did in our own way, so kudos to us and screw the saf.
After sending luke off last night, i felt an inevitable feeling of temporal loss cos he's been my friend for 7 yrs now, making him a well-known part of my life and the stuff we did and went through were really interesting and memorable. elvin aka king-of-your-heart should know what i mean. thought it was quite funny seeing him off and later jeremy cos the whole process of standing outside the departure hall and watching your friend walk in and check through customs until he's outta sight really reminds me of sending off the deceased at a crematorium. hope this morbid reference doesnt throw anyone off.
So, elvin, are you gonna ask the queen of your heart out for valentines day? hahaaha
Anyway, here's wishing y'all a happy valentines day and yeah for all you losers out there without a date, come to this fellow loser to pour out your heart-felt misery. Ciao
Wassup guys.
indeed this is my virgin blog in more ways than one. first, i've never blogged before so it took me a min to figure out that the 'blog this' link is supposed to be clicked on to start an entry. Next, of course this is my first entry on this blog.
I'm here to reiterate the point that army was a freakin waste of our 2 yrs and i'm still sore abt it. speaking from my own personal experience and perspective as juxtaposed to the 'sembawang perspective', surely, being in ocs and a commander has taught me stuff and instilled certain knowledge and disciplines of which i'm thankful for. however, the point is, this gain is far over-shadowed by the loss of time and 2 damn precious yrs of our promising lives. think we could have achieved whatever gain in a far truncated period of time than these 2 disgusting yrs. my outlook on army so far has been constant on one point - if this screwedup and cockedup place is gonna waste your damn time and you have no escape from it, you have to find ways to waste your time the best you can with as much productivity as you can. which i think all of us did in our own way, so kudos to us and screw the saf.
After sending luke off last night, i felt an inevitable feeling of temporal loss cos he's been my friend for 7 yrs now, making him a well-known part of my life and the stuff we did and went through were really interesting and memorable. elvin aka king-of-your-heart should know what i mean. thought it was quite funny seeing him off and later jeremy cos the whole process of standing outside the departure hall and watching your friend walk in and check through customs until he's outta sight really reminds me of sending off the deceased at a crematorium. hope this morbid reference doesnt throw anyone off.
So, elvin, are you gonna ask the queen of your heart out for valentines day? hahaaha
Anyway, here's wishing y'all a happy valentines day and yeah for all you losers out there without a date, come to this fellow loser to pour out your heart-felt misery. Ciao
Friday, February 10, 2006
The end of the rainbow
We are all drawing closer to our ORD. Some are, of course, closer than others. Nevertheless, we should take this time to think about this journey. I would like to see this journey as a rainbow. The big question is 'did we manage to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow'?
We have made this journey somehow more enjoyable than many others have been able to by having MCs and leaves and offs and of course, our usual meetings. This enabled us to look at our ORD as just a distant future which is all but a second away. Some of us have even had the priviledge(seriously) of being able to countdown a month in camp with such optimism that could actually make the SAF consider scrapping SOL out altogether as it is not even a punishment; it is just a chalet stay where the SAF pays for all our lodgings and food... how nice of them.
The army was supposed to make us all men, think like one, behave like one. I say bullshit, it is just forced cheap labour. We are doing everything to make life more convenient for the regulars. What have we learnt so far that can enable us to save this country in war time? So I guess we can all come to the conclusion that we have wasted 2 years plus in this army, and we can finally embark on a new journey. The army has only succeeded in making us think of havoc theories and plucking them out from thin air as and when the occasion calls for it. If anything, I say the only pot of gold we found at the end of the rainbow was our friendship, and we should treasure it for eternity as we paid 2 years of our lives for it. So here is a huge cheers( although i do not drink) for all of us... let us look at this coming separation as nothing more than a distant second! Adios amigoes!!!
-malik
ps: ps:whatever bullshit anyone else has posted about me being a troll should be neglected. It is just that we have found ways to draw comparisons to dota characters and ourselves. Just so you guys know, ken is a sharman!!!
We have made this journey somehow more enjoyable than many others have been able to by having MCs and leaves and offs and of course, our usual meetings. This enabled us to look at our ORD as just a distant future which is all but a second away. Some of us have even had the priviledge(seriously) of being able to countdown a month in camp with such optimism that could actually make the SAF consider scrapping SOL out altogether as it is not even a punishment; it is just a chalet stay where the SAF pays for all our lodgings and food... how nice of them.
The army was supposed to make us all men, think like one, behave like one. I say bullshit, it is just forced cheap labour. We are doing everything to make life more convenient for the regulars. What have we learnt so far that can enable us to save this country in war time? So I guess we can all come to the conclusion that we have wasted 2 years plus in this army, and we can finally embark on a new journey. The army has only succeeded in making us think of havoc theories and plucking them out from thin air as and when the occasion calls for it. If anything, I say the only pot of gold we found at the end of the rainbow was our friendship, and we should treasure it for eternity as we paid 2 years of our lives for it. So here is a huge cheers( although i do not drink) for all of us... let us look at this coming separation as nothing more than a distant second! Adios amigoes!!!
-malik
ps: ps:whatever bullshit anyone else has posted about me being a troll should be neglected. It is just that we have found ways to draw comparisons to dota characters and ourselves. Just so you guys know, ken is a sharman!!!
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Why one(insert: Malik) shouldn't be late
SMS 1 to El and Luke: Your good friend Malik has sprung yet another of his last minute nonsense. He'll only be joining us after dinner so we now have the luxury of going non-halal.
SMS 2 to Malik: I have got one piece of advice for you: come out with a damn bloody good theory about your last minute absence. It'd better be 5 star and havoc.
There is little wonder why Malik has always been at the receiving end of all slammings*, from every direction too haha! Still, lets give him some credit for the theory he produced(rather the words of Gandalf he enhanced), which was also his saving grace from further excessive slamming.
"A wizard is never late, he arrives PRECISELY when he wants to! And I am not a wizard."
-Malik the forest troll
No.1: Fuck you! No.2: But I guess its pretty havoc when juxtaposed against Luke's Plasma Tv theory bec unlike the latter which was a true life event, yours was generated out of nothing.
For the record, Malik was more than one and a half hours late for dinner. I could have watched a soccer match with that amount of time.
Here's the golden rule of this game of being late: A theory may save your sorry ass. You cannot re-use or re-cycle a theory which has been preached.
Malik you should never be late again because the slammings are now directly proportional to your nonsense and that they could rise exponentially if your bullshit persists. Also, I'm pretty damn sure that you're running out of excuses/theories/explanations, so continue to skate on thin ice with hot blades if u wish. Notice that reason has absolutely no place in the equation?
-I've just fired a warning shot so don't push your luck!
*I didn't provide examples because it's just not time to play my trump card yet.
SMS 2 to Malik: I have got one piece of advice for you: come out with a damn bloody good theory about your last minute absence. It'd better be 5 star and havoc.
There is little wonder why Malik has always been at the receiving end of all slammings*, from every direction too haha! Still, lets give him some credit for the theory he produced(rather the words of Gandalf he enhanced), which was also his saving grace from further excessive slamming.
"A wizard is never late, he arrives PRECISELY when he wants to! And I am not a wizard."
-Malik the forest troll
No.1: Fuck you! No.2: But I guess its pretty havoc when juxtaposed against Luke's Plasma Tv theory bec unlike the latter which was a true life event, yours was generated out of nothing.
For the record, Malik was more than one and a half hours late for dinner. I could have watched a soccer match with that amount of time.
Here's the golden rule of this game of being late: A theory may save your sorry ass. You cannot re-use or re-cycle a theory which has been preached.
Malik you should never be late again because the slammings are now directly proportional to your nonsense and that they could rise exponentially if your bullshit persists. Also, I'm pretty damn sure that you're running out of excuses/theories/explanations, so continue to skate on thin ice with hot blades if u wish. Notice that reason has absolutely no place in the equation?
-I've just fired a warning shot so don't push your luck!
*I didn't provide examples because it's just not time to play my trump card yet.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Why I Do Not drink
We have been writing alot about what we have been doing like Indochine and stuff, but I think we should give our readers some important information as well. People could actually learn from what we do and why we do whatever we do. So I have decided to now talk about why I do not drink. Several times I have been in the hot seat when I am the only one in the group to not drink, and hence I have been at the receiving end of alot of slamming and questions. So well here is my entry on why I, or anyone for that matter, should not drink alcohol. The usual slammings revolve around the point that my religion actually says that you cannot take anything that causes you to lose control of yourself, and because all of us should have the ability to be completely normal after consuming one tea spoon of alcohol, my friends asked me to try just that little bit. When I said the last comment about all of us having the ability to take one teaspoon without losing control, Elvin does come to mind. Can he really handle one teaspoon? Anyway, this tea spoon thing is also rubbish in my opinion. We all know that we get capital punishment for killing someone if it is deliberate and not manslaughter. Although some in this world are really only taking up space and inhaling the whatever remaining oxygen, we still get capital punishment for killing them. Of course, as the size decreases, the punishment decreases too. For example, we may get jailed for killing a cat and get away scot free for killing an insect. This does not mean that it is allright to kill an insect. We should still prohibit ourselves from killing an insect for fun, unless it is really absolutely necessary. Hence, it is not allright to drink one teaspoon of alcohol, we should still prohibit ourselves from drinking it although we hardly get high from consuming it.
We answer the call of nature, or urinate to put it bluntly, for a reason. Our body cannot hold all the water we consume without releasing it. This is also why we are not born with humps like camels, which is used to store large amounts of liquid. Hence, we have to agree that it is not really possible to drink 60 shots or half a bottle of vodka and several jugs of beer during one clubbing session without having to make our way to the washroom a million times. A friend of ours, though, seems to believe that he can do just that. Actually he is convinced! He keeps going on and on about how he drank so much and spend hundreds in one clubbing session and still not get drunk. He does all these in one attempt, without having to go to the washroom. As he does not have a hump yet, it is quite hard for alot of us to believe what he says. So here is point number one, drinking makes you talk cock. Of course it is not necesary to be drunk to talk cock. Warrant marzhuki also was accused by my friend kenneth of talking cock although he was not drunk. What happened after that, well thats another story altogether.
Next, it causes you to believe that you are the most sober one among the lot, although in reality it is really the direct opposite. One other friend claimed to be more sober than the entire group put together. I guess it is not possible to ever know for sure if one person is more sober than the other, but in this case, I was also in the group. I had not touched a single drop of alcohol and he claims to be more sober than me. Shell shocking indeed! He even had the theory that he was trying his best to make us not waste our money by finishing up the alcohol as they had ordered too much. How the hell is he saving our money, whether all the alcohol is finished or not, we still have to pay the same amount! Another friend on that same night also had the theory that since muslims are allowed to eat bread, but while bread is being produced by the fungi, some alcohol is produced. Hence we are actually consuming some alcohol when we eat bread. As i said earlier, we can kill insects if it is totally necessary, and bread is essential. How else can we enjoy soup tulang and soup kambing?
I have been told by my GP teacher that when we write essays we must use facts. All I have written are facts, but you may not know the people involved as they may not be prominent people to you. In my life, though, these people are very important and prominent figures.
Drinking causes you to push one girl's face to another girls breasts. This was done during a clubbing session. I was not actually there to witness it, but from the vivid descriptions from another friend, I know that this really startled everyone present there. You can relate this to centaur warchiefs warstomp as it was an area of effect spell. This same friend also talked about seeing special glitterings in the air, when there was none. Although it is possible that only he could have seen this, as only smart people can actually see the emperors new clothes. I really doubt it. It makes you give some havoc theories too, like how another friend said that he boycotts nestle products as kelloggs has the best cereals. I personally hate cereals, and I guess this is a positive point for drinkers as you can come up with havoc theories. More often than not, though, you say something stupid; like what this same person said on that same night. Imagine you meet a long lost friend and the friend says that he/she has to go back to their native country to study. The reply from my friend was quite straight forward. "why... cannot make it to singapore uni issit" quote unquote. This caused him and me for that matter alot of problems and I shall not talk about this as it is an altogether different issue. One other friend confesses to liking a gal when this gal was already being liked by another person in the same room. Although the other person did not mind one bit, the friend had to continously and very adamantly deny liking the gal at all in the first place.
So there you go, reasons why you should not drink. These may not be enough for many of you guys to resist the temptation, but well, it is certainly enough reason for me.
by Malik
ps: I have not mentioned too many names inside this as I would like their identities to remain a mystery. Maybe after this, I do not need to hear any more persuasions to drink anymore, although i really doubt it!
We answer the call of nature, or urinate to put it bluntly, for a reason. Our body cannot hold all the water we consume without releasing it. This is also why we are not born with humps like camels, which is used to store large amounts of liquid. Hence, we have to agree that it is not really possible to drink 60 shots or half a bottle of vodka and several jugs of beer during one clubbing session without having to make our way to the washroom a million times. A friend of ours, though, seems to believe that he can do just that. Actually he is convinced! He keeps going on and on about how he drank so much and spend hundreds in one clubbing session and still not get drunk. He does all these in one attempt, without having to go to the washroom. As he does not have a hump yet, it is quite hard for alot of us to believe what he says. So here is point number one, drinking makes you talk cock. Of course it is not necesary to be drunk to talk cock. Warrant marzhuki also was accused by my friend kenneth of talking cock although he was not drunk. What happened after that, well thats another story altogether.
Next, it causes you to believe that you are the most sober one among the lot, although in reality it is really the direct opposite. One other friend claimed to be more sober than the entire group put together. I guess it is not possible to ever know for sure if one person is more sober than the other, but in this case, I was also in the group. I had not touched a single drop of alcohol and he claims to be more sober than me. Shell shocking indeed! He even had the theory that he was trying his best to make us not waste our money by finishing up the alcohol as they had ordered too much. How the hell is he saving our money, whether all the alcohol is finished or not, we still have to pay the same amount! Another friend on that same night also had the theory that since muslims are allowed to eat bread, but while bread is being produced by the fungi, some alcohol is produced. Hence we are actually consuming some alcohol when we eat bread. As i said earlier, we can kill insects if it is totally necessary, and bread is essential. How else can we enjoy soup tulang and soup kambing?
I have been told by my GP teacher that when we write essays we must use facts. All I have written are facts, but you may not know the people involved as they may not be prominent people to you. In my life, though, these people are very important and prominent figures.
Drinking causes you to push one girl's face to another girls breasts. This was done during a clubbing session. I was not actually there to witness it, but from the vivid descriptions from another friend, I know that this really startled everyone present there. You can relate this to centaur warchiefs warstomp as it was an area of effect spell. This same friend also talked about seeing special glitterings in the air, when there was none. Although it is possible that only he could have seen this, as only smart people can actually see the emperors new clothes. I really doubt it. It makes you give some havoc theories too, like how another friend said that he boycotts nestle products as kelloggs has the best cereals. I personally hate cereals, and I guess this is a positive point for drinkers as you can come up with havoc theories. More often than not, though, you say something stupid; like what this same person said on that same night. Imagine you meet a long lost friend and the friend says that he/she has to go back to their native country to study. The reply from my friend was quite straight forward. "why... cannot make it to singapore uni issit" quote unquote. This caused him and me for that matter alot of problems and I shall not talk about this as it is an altogether different issue. One other friend confesses to liking a gal when this gal was already being liked by another person in the same room. Although the other person did not mind one bit, the friend had to continously and very adamantly deny liking the gal at all in the first place.
So there you go, reasons why you should not drink. These may not be enough for many of you guys to resist the temptation, but well, it is certainly enough reason for me.
by Malik
ps: I have not mentioned too many names inside this as I would like their identities to remain a mystery. Maybe after this, I do not need to hear any more persuasions to drink anymore, although i really doubt it!
IndoChine- The Forbidden City
Yes, IndoChine Boat Quay is without a shadow of doubt, The Forbidden City. Unless you're in for a myriad of disappointments. That's so much for getting my hopes raised and eventually, unfortunately dashed.
In this world, there exists a place where kings who are ironically minions (shrimp), feed on the underside of things. In this premise, have they authentic artifacts loosely pieced together with the remains of another, which is why they're so brittle. In respect of their craftsmanship, their utensils are usually busted(it's as shell-shocking as Poseidon carrying his trident with a bent prong). In appreciation of their tapestry, one should never be too surprised to find a hole in the royal carpets or perhaps napkins, if that does count. In view of their future, they'd sooner or later, very likely sooner, topple like an empty bottle which has been tipped over.
Get the drift fellas?
-I'm holding out for a redeeming miracle and I don't need the prongs of my fork to be kinked
In this world, there exists a place where kings who are ironically minions (shrimp), feed on the underside of things. In this premise, have they authentic artifacts loosely pieced together with the remains of another, which is why they're so brittle. In respect of their craftsmanship, their utensils are usually busted(it's as shell-shocking as Poseidon carrying his trident with a bent prong). In appreciation of their tapestry, one should never be too surprised to find a hole in the royal carpets or perhaps napkins, if that does count. In view of their future, they'd sooner or later, very likely sooner, topple like an empty bottle which has been tipped over.
Get the drift fellas?
-I'm holding out for a redeeming miracle and I don't need the prongs of my fork to be kinked
The Dinner
Just some additions to elvin's post... Although the food was in general pretty good, the KING PRAWNS seemed to be more like shrimps... We did get our revenge on the restaurant by throwing toothpicks into their liquid wax candles.. and kenneth vindictively toppled over his water bottle as we left the restaurant... anyway... here is the breakdown of the bill that lead to the draining of our wallets...
1 Thit Bo Luc Lac $20 - pieces of beef
1 Fried Sea Bass $35 - average dish with not very average price
3 Jasmine Rice $9
2 Sticky Rice Mango $28 - even if the price of the meagre amounts of mango is $5... it would mean that sticky rice is $9.
1 Dau Hu Chien $12
1 Chocolate Fudge Torte $12
1 Grilled Scallops $28 - this consisted of only 12 pieces of scallop
1 Lemongrass King Prawn - apparently king prawns are the same ones u find in hawker centre laksa
1 Tiramisu $12
Which led to a total of $191 and a final bill of $222.61
Ludicrous....
Here are some photos we took....
-Luke
1 Thit Bo Luc Lac $20 - pieces of beef
1 Fried Sea Bass $35 - average dish with not very average price
3 Jasmine Rice $9
2 Sticky Rice Mango $28 - even if the price of the meagre amounts of mango is $5... it would mean that sticky rice is $9.
1 Dau Hu Chien $12
1 Chocolate Fudge Torte $12
1 Grilled Scallops $28 - this consisted of only 12 pieces of scallop
1 Lemongrass King Prawn - apparently king prawns are the same ones u find in hawker centre laksa
1 Tiramisu $12
Which led to a total of $191 and a final bill of $222.61
Ludicrous....
Here are some photos we took....
-Luke
~InDoChiNe~
OK, this is real long. So be prepared for some eye-sore. Here's a good tip you might wanna consider: Place a bottle of eye drops beside the computer. I don't really know where to begin, but i guess i can start off at the point where Luke and I were on our way to Boat Quay, the destination of the dinner treat. Luke was driving when the phone lighted up and he said: "El, pick up the phone, it's Kenneth." So after talking to Kenneth and asking him where to park, we continued our way to find some place where we can park. In the process of parking, a message from Kenneth reached my phone. Kenneth said something like this (though not totally accurate): "ELvin, guess your good friend Malik decided to ...*can't really remember this part*...He'd better give a good explanation." (ah HA! Now for MY reply..which is the pretty neat) "Malik is a lowdown dog! He's been doing us wrong" ..then kenneth said that he'll ask malik to give us a proper explanation when he arrives. i went, "Malik should fark a dog la". Oh well, (dat's juz me, damn adamant bastard i am) really cudn't help it at dat time.
SInce malik cudn't meet us for dinner, kenneth decided dat we should eat at a non-halal place. And so, WE DID!~! We ate at Indochine (thinking it was cool and stuff, but to our shocking disappointment, we swore never to return to that Forbidden City Indochine..u'll know as u read later on) Initially, it seemed like a really good idea. But the service was so horrible, incorrigible and too absurd for anyone's liking. Firstly, it started off with the bitch who administered to our tables. Boy, she looked at us as if she owned the whole restaurant. She also showed us attitude when Kenneth wanted a change in tables. (oh yeah, we took the seat next to some broken ornaments) Ridiculous! When we got our menus, my menu had some gravy on it. Gross man. My plate had dried rice on the underside. EwwWWw. (Not as if i was so hungry dat a lil extra left-over rice would fill my appettite) i was actually quite shocked by then. The plus point was dat the food we ordered, was quite good (but wait till u see the rip-off-cut-throat-super-duper-shocking-wrecking-wallet-burning price tag that comes with it). I don't really know if the next point was a plus point..but luke found insects in the water (were they meant to add flavour? perhaps they had some traditional herbal value..i really wonder)
To think that kinda of service could be tolerated man. Anyway, Kenneth.. found out later that his fork!...yEs!..HIS FORK!!!! was meant to pick multiple chunks of meat cus the prongs were of different directions. (The dishwashers..i suspect the dishwashers) It was really damn havoc. Well, Malik joined us when we were juz abt to finish the seabass (and not garoupa which we thot we wanted to KILL and eat). We ordered dessert shortly after i got accused of a few things regarding Widya (of which i'm very innocently sure i'm not guilty abt) and also some talk abt wet dreams. During dessert, we talked abt malik's weird fantasies.. really weird..even includes DOTA...as expected though.. Troll Warlord fantasies..(hiak hiak hiak) and some jedi porn too. WE soon moved on to Kenneth's havoc tales of his childhood, as well as malik's. How malik stabbed kids with broken pencils and went BERSERK... how kenneth made people itch.. and how he got his ass caned by the principal. WEll..the laughter ended with "what the f**ks???" when we saw the bill. Geez.
We jetted outta indo chine.. and took some really nice photographs near the (murky and dirty) SIngapore River. Luke has 'em in his cam. Yea baby. Hol..Shit..this is pretty long.. take a break for now....
*this is the time you should drip some of the eye drops into your eyes*
ok.. dat's abt the end of indochine and the madness. We were just upset abt the service. Mad people..arrogant waiters with short memories.. and lousy dining materials.. (my table cloth had a hole in it..LOL!) basically..not to mention.. a garoupa.. who swam a little late.. wahahaHAHAHAhahaha...*end of slam*.. (let's end with a gay smile) .... =)
SInce malik cudn't meet us for dinner, kenneth decided dat we should eat at a non-halal place. And so, WE DID!~! We ate at Indochine (thinking it was cool and stuff, but to our shocking disappointment, we swore never to return to that Forbidden City Indochine..u'll know as u read later on) Initially, it seemed like a really good idea. But the service was so horrible, incorrigible and too absurd for anyone's liking. Firstly, it started off with the bitch who administered to our tables. Boy, she looked at us as if she owned the whole restaurant. She also showed us attitude when Kenneth wanted a change in tables. (oh yeah, we took the seat next to some broken ornaments) Ridiculous! When we got our menus, my menu had some gravy on it. Gross man. My plate had dried rice on the underside. EwwWWw. (Not as if i was so hungry dat a lil extra left-over rice would fill my appettite) i was actually quite shocked by then. The plus point was dat the food we ordered, was quite good (but wait till u see the rip-off-cut-throat-super-duper-shocking-wrecking-wallet-burning price tag that comes with it). I don't really know if the next point was a plus point..but luke found insects in the water (were they meant to add flavour? perhaps they had some traditional herbal value..i really wonder)
To think that kinda of service could be tolerated man. Anyway, Kenneth.. found out later that his fork!...yEs!..HIS FORK!!!! was meant to pick multiple chunks of meat cus the prongs were of different directions. (The dishwashers..i suspect the dishwashers) It was really damn havoc. Well, Malik joined us when we were juz abt to finish the seabass (and not garoupa which we thot we wanted to KILL and eat). We ordered dessert shortly after i got accused of a few things regarding Widya (of which i'm very innocently sure i'm not guilty abt) and also some talk abt wet dreams. During dessert, we talked abt malik's weird fantasies.. really weird..even includes DOTA...as expected though.. Troll Warlord fantasies..(hiak hiak hiak) and some jedi porn too. WE soon moved on to Kenneth's havoc tales of his childhood, as well as malik's. How malik stabbed kids with broken pencils and went BERSERK... how kenneth made people itch.. and how he got his ass caned by the principal. WEll..the laughter ended with "what the f**ks???" when we saw the bill. Geez.
We jetted outta indo chine.. and took some really nice photographs near the (murky and dirty) SIngapore River. Luke has 'em in his cam. Yea baby. Hol..Shit..this is pretty long.. take a break for now....
*this is the time you should drip some of the eye drops into your eyes*
ok.. dat's abt the end of indochine and the madness. We were just upset abt the service. Mad people..arrogant waiters with short memories.. and lousy dining materials.. (my table cloth had a hole in it..LOL!) basically..not to mention.. a garoupa.. who swam a little late.. wahahaHAHAHAhahaha...*end of slam*.. (let's end with a gay smile) .... =)
Friday, February 03, 2006
And soon many others will tag along..
By the look of things, the mounting of this tag-board certainly deserves the honour as a landmark event in the hopefully long and illustrious history of Theamigosparasiempre.
Why so?
Because the tag-board is a speedy vehicle for any comment to be delivered to all readers. And anyone could just hop on it as and whenever they feel like; they could comment whenever and whatever with ease. Therefore, since it will contain every imaginable type of comment, it may in one way or another affect somebody, particularly the writers of this blog, as most are directed towards. Censorship also cannot be effected.
Identity issues
I'm sure that we all know that since one can comment anonymously, one can also adopt the identity of another. So, there is really no conclusive method of determining whether the assummed fella behind the displayed name actually made the comment. Of course, there will be the occasional 'anonymous' passing by, or should I say 'passer-by' passing by. My advice to everyone would be not to believe everything u read, or even take them literally all the time. Try to understand the various characters through their posts and then apply common sense.
Being set apart
The tag-board separates 'comments pertaining to a specific entry' from 'your random incessant rants.' This shows that there SHOULD be some order in our blog, though there is ALWAYS some leeway for 'free-spirited' movement. Also, as the tagboard appears on the face of this blog, and that any reader has easy access to it, do harness it to the optimum. It's ideal for slamming and flaming in my opinion, not to forget a great way to say hello too haha.
The above 3 points lead me to believe that the tag-board can be like a double-edged sword which cuts both ways, sometimes too far and too fast. Amigos and fellow earthlinks, you are encouraged to wield this tag-board in a way which would bring the highest entertainment value to all readers/writers. And above all, do it responsibly.
When appropriate, silence can indeed be ones best self defense
-I have black hair and am a dull person
Why so?
Because the tag-board is a speedy vehicle for any comment to be delivered to all readers. And anyone could just hop on it as and whenever they feel like; they could comment whenever and whatever with ease. Therefore, since it will contain every imaginable type of comment, it may in one way or another affect somebody, particularly the writers of this blog, as most are directed towards. Censorship also cannot be effected.
Identity issues
I'm sure that we all know that since one can comment anonymously, one can also adopt the identity of another. So, there is really no conclusive method of determining whether the assummed fella behind the displayed name actually made the comment. Of course, there will be the occasional 'anonymous' passing by, or should I say 'passer-by' passing by. My advice to everyone would be not to believe everything u read, or even take them literally all the time. Try to understand the various characters through their posts and then apply common sense.
Being set apart
The tag-board separates 'comments pertaining to a specific entry' from 'your random incessant rants.' This shows that there SHOULD be some order in our blog, though there is ALWAYS some leeway for 'free-spirited' movement. Also, as the tagboard appears on the face of this blog, and that any reader has easy access to it, do harness it to the optimum. It's ideal for slamming and flaming in my opinion, not to forget a great way to say hello too haha.
The above 3 points lead me to believe that the tag-board can be like a double-edged sword which cuts both ways, sometimes too far and too fast. Amigos and fellow earthlinks, you are encouraged to wield this tag-board in a way which would bring the highest entertainment value to all readers/writers. And above all, do it responsibly.
When appropriate, silence can indeed be ones best self defense
-I have black hair and am a dull person
Planet Earth
hey hey.. congrats on ur receiving ur new lappy luke. 40GB of free porn u say?.. dat's pretty awesome.. Make sure u deliver some of that to Malik..he has no idea how to satisfy a woman.. 40GB will turn him into an intermediate sex kitten.. i'm sure.. Kenneth's entry is totally Reader's Digest material, so descriptive man. Malik denies that i raped him in the entry below, Luke and Kenneth be my witness. I have raped you with a frag of 13-1 in the latest DOTA match. If that's called increased movespeed to you, take note that the movespeed of the frags escalating from 13 and above, will certainly be faster than an Enzo's 0-100 rpm if Luke and I didn't wipe your base out first. *yawnz* enough of dota, dat's passe. We need to study now. Drop our pants and study. Although something tells me Luke's gonna study more organic material than all of us, which indeed he will be right? *winks* For me, i'll just be waiting till 24 to apply to SIA and probably by the grace of God, i can get pass all the strict selections and start flying a plane, all ready to crash into the next set towers (US towers of personal preferance perhaps..especially those that they brag about being crash proof). Or maybe i could fly Luke back from australia.. drop him off in Thailand or Indo if it's in my course of travel..or if i'm paying attention to flying in the first place.. seriously hope that every cockpit i sit in.. will be a cockpit for someone else.. wahahaha.. Ok..
I'm really losing it. My mind's kinda twisted beyond reasonable doubt. But i seriously am not BERSERK!! ok.. signing off...
Cheers to all of you!~!
Elvez, the Belvez
I'm really losing it. My mind's kinda twisted beyond reasonable doubt. But i seriously am not BERSERK!! ok.. signing off...
Cheers to all of you!~!
Elvez, the Belvez
The Hall Guy
Hurray! I just got my new laptop yesterday. It's pretty cool. Has a shiny screen... Not the usual dull lcd ones that laptops tend to have. And it comes with a free 40gb external hard disk. Not too shabby. Have to go collect that from funan though. It also comes with this VOIP phone thing that u can use like a phone when u are using skype or msn for voice conversations. Should prove pretty useful in Australia. Anyway... The subject of this posting is The Hall Guy. He is this guy from melia's hall who is really weird and seems to like her... My claim that he is weird is not unfounded... This guy faints before exams and also he puts smileys in all his smses for no particular reason... And he was telling one of his friends that for the moment, he was giving melia some space cause she just broke up... SPACE??? hahahahahhaa.... he is smsing her every few seconds... the contents of his msgs are weird too... abt a week ago, he smsed her asking if she was ok cause he heard there was an earthquake somewhere in indo... The quake was not even near where melia lives... more importantly though, she wasnt even back in indo! anyway... this is just one of the countless pointless smses he sends her. I therefore have taken it upon myself to come up with a suitable reply for melia to send him althought i doubt she will agree to do it... it goes something like this....
jon or jonathon... whatever it is you call yourself... you are a desperate dog... i really think you should stop incessantly smsing me and find something more useful to do in your life. We can still be friends... but hopefully not for much longer... =)
well.. there you have it.. short and bitter... hahaha... cheers...
*btw tagboard is up.. hope it is working properly.
-Luke
jon or jonathon... whatever it is you call yourself... you are a desperate dog... i really think you should stop incessantly smsing me and find something more useful to do in your life. We can still be friends... but hopefully not for much longer... =)
well.. there you have it.. short and bitter... hahaha... cheers...
*btw tagboard is up.. hope it is working properly.
-Luke
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Amigos Para Siempre
Amigos Para Siempre
From the beginning to the... the neverending story has no end!!!
It all began one fine day at STC and it never ceased after that. Now that we are all parting ways temporarily to reach out for what we aspire for, let us remember all the enjoyable times we had together. During the worse of times we may experience, the greatest hurdles we may need to cross, the darkest of times we may face, let these moments provide that little light to spark and rejuvenate us to keep us going.
There are some things that we have fond memories of, such as the great soccer matches we had at the multi storey carpark, the witnessing of perhaps the greatest kick to be ever attempted by man(referring to hariths blast to sunshine of course), our last minute trip to thailand with elvin almost not being able to make it in the end or the many hours spend chatting or gaming(with a few arguments in between of course). There exist still some question marks, namely whether kellogs is the best cereal brand, or whether thailand does have the best chicken rice or if paris hilton is really still a virgin but one thing is for sure... there is no qnestion mark or full stop when it comes to our neverending friendship!!!
-Malik the forest troll warlord*
P.S El u didnt rape me in dota. The only great thing u did was set a new record for highest movement-speed for tiny whenever u saw me.
*Because Malik didn't know how to edit a blog entry, and needed me to help him sign off, I have taken the liberty of revealing the type of species he exists as.
From the beginning to the... the neverending story has no end!!!
It all began one fine day at STC and it never ceased after that. Now that we are all parting ways temporarily to reach out for what we aspire for, let us remember all the enjoyable times we had together. During the worse of times we may experience, the greatest hurdles we may need to cross, the darkest of times we may face, let these moments provide that little light to spark and rejuvenate us to keep us going.
There are some things that we have fond memories of, such as the great soccer matches we had at the multi storey carpark, the witnessing of perhaps the greatest kick to be ever attempted by man(referring to hariths blast to sunshine of course), our last minute trip to thailand with elvin almost not being able to make it in the end or the many hours spend chatting or gaming(with a few arguments in between of course). There exist still some question marks, namely whether kellogs is the best cereal brand, or whether thailand does have the best chicken rice or if paris hilton is really still a virgin but one thing is for sure... there is no qnestion mark or full stop when it comes to our neverending friendship!!!
-Malik the forest troll warlord*
P.S El u didnt rape me in dota. The only great thing u did was set a new record for highest movement-speed for tiny whenever u saw me.
*Because Malik didn't know how to edit a blog entry, and needed me to help him sign off, I have taken the liberty of revealing the type of species he exists as.
2's company, 3's a crowd and 4's a havoc rowdy crowd
“Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
would you capture it or just let it slip?”
- Eminem (Lose Yourself, 8 Mile OST)
It is the divine will of Mother Nature that the universe is governed by this concept of ‘the rhythm of life.’ As a star is born, another will expire; as Tiny grows, it has to inevitably age; as we all have mystically met, also must we part (Luke is the first to take that deep breath before his plunge haha!). And again shall we meet.
Luke, your imminent departure for Melbourne firstly reminds me of this immaculate friendship the 4 of us have the luxury of sharing. Activities such as the numerous dinners we all had at Marche (especially that night I thought I slipped out without paying!), perching ourselves at that perfect vantage point at Zouk while nursing our pints, jacking Spencer the ‘Jack-knife’ to the point just before insanity (point of contention?), those spontaneous times when we ALL inspired one another to pay Dr Fong a visit because we were just too lazy to work have come to my mind. Oh and not to forget (not that I’d like to remember) those moments you all said I blushed though I’m still not convinced!
What really amazes me is that apart from the superficial appearances of all those above-named activities, our friendship is indeed preserved by the existence of the ionic bond between the each of us 4. It is special because it cannot be seen with the naked eye and knows no boundaries.
Secondly and finally, as your plane ascends will all our lives take flight into a higher realm too. In this year will we breach the lucky 21. In this year will we cross borders, literally too. In this year will all of us be at the tail of our education. Therefore, citing the wise words of Eminem, we all have this one chance to strike it big and redeem ourselves for whatever disappointments we have had.
But the more important issue lies in this question: Would you capture it or just let it slip?
So, as we approach the crescendo of this oscillation, the golden phase of our lives, my hope would be for us to cling on to it for the extra precious few seconds when we get there. Let us ride the waves whenever we can but nonetheless always appreciate life and its wonders.
ATTENTION: Okay, now for the most important event of the week- the no holds barred feast this Saturday, half past 7, at the Maharajah. I can't tell you how exactly it'd turn out, but I surely anticipate lotsa havoc theories, merry making, slamming, devouring large amounts of food in a frenzy and of course the passing of a beautiful girl!
Dinner may be followed by a stroll along the Singapore River with IndoChine Boat Quay as our final destination. Oh and I also anticipate an early night for everyone as one of us has to be home early.
-The writer intends his identity to be a mystery
to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
would you capture it or just let it slip?”
- Eminem (Lose Yourself, 8 Mile OST)
It is the divine will of Mother Nature that the universe is governed by this concept of ‘the rhythm of life.’ As a star is born, another will expire; as Tiny grows, it has to inevitably age; as we all have mystically met, also must we part (Luke is the first to take that deep breath before his plunge haha!). And again shall we meet.
Luke, your imminent departure for Melbourne firstly reminds me of this immaculate friendship the 4 of us have the luxury of sharing. Activities such as the numerous dinners we all had at Marche (especially that night I thought I slipped out without paying!), perching ourselves at that perfect vantage point at Zouk while nursing our pints, jacking Spencer the ‘Jack-knife’ to the point just before insanity (point of contention?), those spontaneous times when we ALL inspired one another to pay Dr Fong a visit because we were just too lazy to work have come to my mind. Oh and not to forget (not that I’d like to remember) those moments you all said I blushed though I’m still not convinced!
What really amazes me is that apart from the superficial appearances of all those above-named activities, our friendship is indeed preserved by the existence of the ionic bond between the each of us 4. It is special because it cannot be seen with the naked eye and knows no boundaries.
Secondly and finally, as your plane ascends will all our lives take flight into a higher realm too. In this year will we breach the lucky 21. In this year will we cross borders, literally too. In this year will all of us be at the tail of our education. Therefore, citing the wise words of Eminem, we all have this one chance to strike it big and redeem ourselves for whatever disappointments we have had.
But the more important issue lies in this question: Would you capture it or just let it slip?
So, as we approach the crescendo of this oscillation, the golden phase of our lives, my hope would be for us to cling on to it for the extra precious few seconds when we get there. Let us ride the waves whenever we can but nonetheless always appreciate life and its wonders.
ATTENTION: Okay, now for the most important event of the week- the no holds barred feast this Saturday, half past 7, at the Maharajah. I can't tell you how exactly it'd turn out, but I surely anticipate lotsa havoc theories, merry making, slamming, devouring large amounts of food in a frenzy and of course the passing of a beautiful girl!
Dinner may be followed by a stroll along the Singapore River with IndoChine Boat Quay as our final destination. Oh and I also anticipate an early night for everyone as one of us has to be home early.
-The writer intends his identity to be a mystery
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Where's Luke going?
Hey, i'm so touched (esp in the balls).. but seriously, Luke's gonna be a freakin doctor..(u'd better be, luke) whether he becomes a gynaecologist..it's up to him..whether he loves pussy to the max or wad.. Let's support his decision nonetheless.. as for Kenny.. who wants to be a lawyer.. oh well.. u'd better study hard too.. better come back with the LLB... for poor folks like me.. and malik who can't afford overseas education..we'll try to fark arnd the system here.. hope we can do well too.. heard NTU hostel life is havoc..all the humping and thrusting action behind the hostel doors and walls.. hope i get my honours.. of having a threesome or more.. thanks everyone.. *bows*..
-your friendly magician/dota-malik-rapist
Elvin the Belvin..
-your friendly magician/dota-malik-rapist
Elvin the Belvin..
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