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Thursday, June 30
of playing LEGO.
- kein, posted at 1:37 AM.
Most people (?) would remember playing with LEGO, those funny looking yellow figures that came with bricks of all shapes and sizes, clicking together to form whatever the imagination could envision.
I remembered building the buildings and various whatnot models dutifully the first time round, (as prescribed in the assembly instructions) before boredom set in, and I began making blueprints of my own design. Robots came into play, coupled with flying spaceships, hovercrafts, and of course.. the headquarters for the good guys where they could defend themselves from the onslaught of the evil villains. For some reason or other, my creations always bordered on futuristic technology rather than everyday stuff :) The closet technogeek in me since childhood, grins.
Anyway, here's a short Flash game from LEGO to entertain yourselves for awhile: Orient Expedition Quest for the Golden Dragon. Shouldn't be too hard to complete, seeing that a sleep-deprived moron like me could complete it on the hard setting ;p
Joining the various other weekend warriors on the running track, gasping for every breath as I struggled to keep the pace up. What a drastic change this was from my days in NS, I thought. Back then, I could probably run 11 minutes without too much effort, and now even the prospect of passing respectably took on a size approaching that of the Ten Tasks of Hercules.
I look around, continuing to drag myself forward, trying to draw precious oxygen into the lungs. The fit-looking army kid (who could probably outrun me into the ground anyday), the plump uncle with a paunch determinedly sticking to his own rhythm. A lady in shades, SMSing away (I kid you not) while leisurely continuing to jog. A probable army regular, briskly keeping in step to a quick-paced jog. Two kids laughed and tossed a frisbee around on the soccer pitch, enjoying themselves beneath the evening skies.
Time for blood donation again! :) I'll skip the usual rant on this issue, and go ahead to the pics, bleh.
Arrival at HSA, finally ah! Long MRT ride as usual, seeing that LS and I live in the east. *grumbles*
Initial D the movie gonna be showing at theatres, but we got Initial S (S for shock) over at our side. Why the fcuks is the place so crowded on a weekday mid-afternoon?!
We got our answer soon enough; 40-50 NSFs (aka National Servicemen Full-time) were hanging around the place waiting for their turn as well. *rolls eyes* And no, I wasn't telepathic and neither did they have NSF nametags hanging around their necks, but the short haircuts, neat clothes and nerdy plastic specs all screamed that aloud; same ending. Long wait to come, and were we right. Well, not a very very very long wait, but still a longer-than-usual wait. So.. it was self-entertainment time for awhile.
Stop I subpart A: Playtime!
Now what does this look like? "外星人!" - LS's comment.
Profile mug shot. Ahh.. now we see its true features. See what happens when your head gets too swollen?
Angled shot #1, courtesy of me HP cam. Idiotic turtle grinning away.
Angled shot #2, LS's cam. Closeup shot of the moronic turtle.
Things got better after that, and we finally managed to get into the room.
Stop I subpart B: The room
Forenote: all the shots inside were taken using my A40, since some HSA guy requested that I switch the HP off upon entry (as usual), which was why I'd brought the (clunky but) trusty dcam along.
Sneak shot #1 of the room. Taken at a not very good angle, since all of my shots were taken while I was lying on the couch. Look at the guy on the right for an example.
A closeup of the stuff that's stored beside each point. Gloves, syrings, test tubes that sorta :)
The new squeeze on circulation now in HSA. Last time it used to be a normal ball which you squeezed to up the rate of blood flowing into the bag; now it's a nice red heart saying "Cross the line. Donate blood." Dumb message IMO, since I was already all too obviously donating blood if I could read this message. -.-
No shots of the nurse injecting the initial anaesthetic or the insertion of the actual needle for the blood. Gross factor for some, I know :) But since I was the one being poked, I thought it would be pretty dumb if I blurted something like, "Sorry but could you hold the needle there while I snap a shot of it?" :)
After the needle had been properly inserted, and all ready to go. (And yes, it's NOT PAINFUL, be it before/during/after.)
The thick needle mercifully covered by the big white bandage. All those with a phobia of needles can stop cringing, no pictures. ;p
The bag where all me blood goes, bleargh. It was done pretty quickly today though, weird. Usually it took quite a bit longer to fill up the bag, or maybe the playing around with me dcam made time go faster ;p
Stop I subpart C: The tubes
After all the needed blood was drawn, 4 test tubes were filled for testing purposes too. Standard procedure, don't ask me why :) Prob testing for AIDS or something, incase some dumb freak decides to infect the blood bank grins.
The bloodflow stopped for a moment, while the nurse gropes around for the test tube.
Pouring it all in.
Stopping the bottle up after it's done. There, one down. Three more. *grumbles*
Stop I subpart D: Aftermath
We stopped outside for awhile, to get a bite of the free food and drink provided. Soft toys with handwritten tags (written by hospital patients, so I read) were given out along with the refreshments today, hrm.
Note: don't ever try the chrysanthemum tea; it looks fine but tastes like yellow colored hot water. That's how diluted it is :)
The collection of refreshments, my donor card and the two stuffed animals. LS's beanie Dalmatian that was being sat on by my duck. Interestingly enough, my duck had articulated joints at the leg parts so you could actually twist it around 360 degrees ;p However, the duck reminded me of those defeathered roast ducks you always see hanging on display at the duck rice stalls though; add a metal hook and it'll be all set to go.
The new bandages introduced a few months back. They used to give a nice rectangular plaster to stop the bleeding, but I suppose they thought these bandages were more chic and in fashion, grins. Not exactly the entire truth, I'd say :)
I'd been wanting to hop down and have a go at the food for some time after reading about it from 8 Days and the forums, so why not today? :) It's actually a quiet cafe in the City Hall area (near the old MPH) that sells apparel for ladies as well.
Zack, the owner wasn't around when we arrived, and a photo shoot was going on so it turned out to be quite an odd experience. LS and I had to stand at a corner while the photog snapped a few frames of the main dining area, then we changed tables three times so that we wouldn't be seen in the shots. Talk about bad timing.
I ordered a cheese fondue anyway, and sat down to wait; LS lazing with an issue of Her World and me snapping a few shots, flipping through another mag and generally taking a look around. Like I said, pretty quiet place and we were the only customers around. French songs were on the air, playing softly and the decor was simple.
A look at the main area; you can see the apparel and bags on display.
An empty table to our left, oddly covered with plastic when the rest weren't. (?)
Zack appeared later; that's his head you see behind the counter. Two changing rooms to the far right. Nods, the reddish looking thingies.
The cheese fondue, with bread cubes, kiwi, banana, tomatoes and mushrooms. Hrm, mushrooms're not exactly my favourite food in the world. Zack came by with additional cheese crackers as well. (Cheese + cheese = man.) That aside, the cheese was quite different from the usual whatever-you-buy-from-supermarket that you eat at home, kinda powdery taste to it. Not too bad, I'll say. I ended up eating the fondue alone though, bleargh. Overdose of cheese today liao.
I hadn't had time to try other stuff, but I'm quite sure that I'll come back again since I'll be studying at T-bloody-MC soon. Good place for self-study if nothing else :)
Stop III: Suntec City
On to Suntec City for Batman Begins! (It seemed like there's nothing else that appealed to me for the moment on the movie listings, brr.)
This kid was staring at me during dinner at the Suntec basement food court, and I couldn't resist taking his/her/its pic :) Kids're really kewt when they're young; contemplate not of the assholes they become later on and you're safe in bliss, laugh.
No offence to anyone in particular, since I believe everyone really do look their best as kids, before puberty kills all the cuteness and replaces it with acne/hair/whatever-other-crap problems :)
Stop III subpart A: Batman Begins
This particular Batman movie is good :) I like the way the movie's shot, flashing between the past memories and the present. His childhood. The parents' deaths. The League of Shadows training, and the setting up of his Batman persona. The movie has quite the feel of the Dark Knight to it, albeit with quite a few technological twists. Alfred's humors quips were also a small but welcome addition to the movie. However, the initial plot development was truly slow-paced; LS and I were beginning to concuss at a few points. The pace picked up noticeably once Bruce Wayne returned to Gotham City, however. Phew :)
Sonic device to summon bats? Well done. Cape that can become an instant hang-glider? Quite an inspiration. The new Batmobile? Nodsie, Batmobile all right. Mobile battering ram would fit the description better, judging from the trail of mayhem in the movie :) Really looked like a bloody tank, unlike the sleekness of the previous Batmobile.
All rights, all in all it's a pretty good movie, but not as wonderful as what me good kaki the leongster rants and raves about. (Note: eh don't come and flame me ah bro, differing points of view, remember! I'm a shallow individual LOL.) Got time should catch it :)
That's all for the day, gees. It's nearly 0430 hrs and I'm finally done with this fewkin' post, crap. SLEEP!
I'd yakked all night long with ahlong (better known as the leongster in our little blogger community) till 3a.m. or thereabouts, and it was a pretty tired and stoned ah kein who awoke to morning bball.
.. and as usual, I had to perform alarm clock duty for NZ before he could come down to join us. You know, something like calling someone and grumbling "oiiiii.. wakeup!" Not exactly what I like doing but shrugs, we all have our little pet rants I suppose. That aside, morning bball with JH and NZ was quite invigorating :) The shooting seems to have returned, and I was quite on form with the jumpers and free throws; what a absolute miracle :)
The remainder of my time before IPPT (read: Individual Physical Proficiency Test) and yes, I took it today but we'll get to that part later; all in good time) was spent at home with NZ, going over some miscellaneous stuff in web design and coding, stuff I'm sure none of you guys'll be interested. What, you're actually curious? Well.. it's actually stuff like (technobabble start) code and functionality of webpages; aesthetics, the backend codes using dynamic web scripts like PHP, ASP, JSP, Coldfusion and image editing with Adobe Photoshop and.. I think I'd better stop this part before everyone starts snoring and leaking drool all over their keyboards. :)
And of course, on to the main course: IPPT! I had the greatest time asking for directions from alot of people before going, but all everyone said amounted to something to the order of "you won't miss it one la!" NB. Lucky there was this NSman (got the NSman look you know? Middle-aged, put on weight, irregular exercise and civvie clothing all that stuff, exactly where I'm gonna be in about ten years' time) infront, and I just tagged along behind right down to Bedok FCC.
The equipment there's spanking new and quite user-friendly I must say, quite a contrast from the IPPTs I took during my service term. I had my doubts about the accuracy of the shuttle run and SBJ (standing broad jump) stations though, since I clocked 9.3 secs for one and 230 cm (pathetic, sigh) for the other. 'Tis like whaddafugs?! But yeah, silver scores nonetheless. The clincher was the 2.4, as I expected. *sighs* To inject humor into the situation, yours truly came up with the following captions:
- "Walking during your 2.4km run: Fine $100." - "Hungry? Tasty snakes available during your 2.4km run. Warning: hefty price tag of $100."
Yeah, not very funny but 'tis the best I can do bleh. Mental fatigue man, blardy hell. I always hated running my 2.4 on the jogging track. 6 blardy rounds, I was beginning to walk by the 3rd round lol. However, I sorta misjudged the time and walked too much. Woops? Nevertheless, I'll book a retest on stupid MIW soon, brr. At least Aik and YL'll be coming along on the retest, grins. Company! :) Apologies to Shan for her SMS of encouragement tho', since I certainly didn't do my best. :X
And just as I'd thought the day was done, the old man flared up over some trivial shit, cursing and swearing in Teochew loudly, banging stuff in the kitchen, refusing to eat dinner because he claimed he was too pissed. Yeah, that sorta thing. All over something which I didn't do, NB. I absolutely hate it when people accuse me of things and I'm not the damn fcuking guilty party, pui.
But the night was saved by a call from Erwin, and an impromptu late night kopi session w/ him and S :) And it's absolutely amazing, S finally pierced her ears lol. Long talk, fun. And right now, my head is throbbing from lack of sleep. Time to finish my Jerry Maguire DVD; "Show me the money!"
More to come tomorrow, since it'll be quite a busy day as well :)
Just when I thought I was done, brr. Changed the song playing to Jay's 借口. Was walking home after the IPPT listening to that song, and it struck me again for the Nth time howmuch I liked it :) Especially the part where the instrument in the background goes counterpoint when he's singing 也许你已经放弃我 也许已经很难回头 in the beginning, and goes to a crescendo with his vocals going 说~ 你不爱我. The rawness of the vocals're also appeals to me alot, feels like projection of his feelings into the song. In short? Very nice! :O
It'd been quite awhile since I last stepped into the TP (read: Temasek Polytechnic) library. In my days there as a student, I doubt that I'd even been into the place more than ten times. (If you discounted the times I went down to the basement collecting my damn lecture notes.) And ten times for three years is a pretty incredible number, if I might say so myself.
I remember my first time there with the classmates, when I discovered the sofas there. Sank with pleasure into one, stretched a little.. and promptly fell asleep thereafter. Sleep-inducing environment, if I might say so myself :)
All in all, the thought of studying there had never occurred to me back then, so I found it pretty ironic that I'd return to the place to study as an adult. And for the morons who thought that I'd sneaked in as a non-student, hmm you're actually right; I walked into the place as an alumni member, bleh. (Not that anyone would've noticed, since I looked just like any other student wandering around. 23 year old with the face of a 19 year old, anyone? I always thought it a point of humor that I look more like a poly student now than I did back then.)
Well, the place hasn't changed much, aside from the renovation done at the entrance level. No photos taken there, I was more interested in getting to level seven.
Same old level seven shelves; prolly different books :)
The remainder of the morning was spent quietly studying, giving the CCNA syllabus the finger and listening to Jay on the mobile. It seems funny that most of the people I know don't actually bother to study seriously until the chance for full-time education has gone away. Nods, and I'm one of 'em :)
After a short lunch with the colleagues at the Designer Pad (that's the School of Design canteen, for the uninitiated) and a bit of idle talk, I headed back upstairs to mug again. Too distracted to talk much, too deep in thought anyway.
Tempting sunny weather outside, while I sat freezing my ass off. :(
The same old book, a deluge of questions and answers. I felt like an inmate looking out of the window, awaiting for release. Nah, maybe more like a schoolkid looking outside and counting down to the end of school. :)
It was nearly 5 p.m. when I left the place; a record 120 pages' worth of questions and answers covered. More visits to follow in future for sure :) Now I know why I signed up with TPGA for the damn card last time.
Odd shots courtesy of JH during morning bball :) (NZ and I weren't quite appropriately dressed for pic snapping, since we were like half naked and the bods looking really misshappen; one scrawny looking, and the other.. overweight.)
Potential Sunkist advert: 要不要喝啊? :)
"Look more enthusiastic la!"
*twists face into maniacal expression of joy* "Quick, face wanna cramp liao.."
No shots were taken during the haircut later in the afternoon, what a pity :) The hairstylist was so busy yakking away with NZ and me on various gaming platforms while my hair was being cut, I think it took twice as long as usual lol.
ah kein & NZ at Al Gelare.
Higher costs (and lesser quantity) for supposedly healthier waffles; maybe we should stick to the usual fattening ones like Swensen's or Haagen Dazs.
Frozen moment before the waffles were consumed in the pits of hell :)
Too poor to buy drinks, we had to drink water taken from the CC water cooler earlier on ;p
Alrites, enough enjoyment, time to mug later at night.
A verrrrrrrry late lunch w/ LS at DON. (That's the place where they sell tasty chicken pies.) That aside, would you call a meal at 3p.m. linner, dunch or some other weird bastardisation of the two words? :)
Chicken pie! *slurps* Food at last, before I start mugging :) The pies are really good, you should try them if you haven't done so before. S$3.80 for a quarter pie of filling proportions, if you're curious.
It's pretty blurred here, but this cherry was quite misshapen from its trip. Improper handling on the trip from China to Singapore, tsk tsk.
*insert mugging on CCNA in between*
ah kein & LS, somewhere near China Square. (Note: having a longer arm helps immensely in taking better looking pics, as we found out after extensive testing. Lousy looking pics not shown here.)
Random snap of the surroundings.
Random snap of the surroundings #2.
*transit period, walking around*
And we ended up at this place later on, called.. Changing Appetites, as you can see :) Comfy outdoor seats, the indoor ones looked a little too rigid for my taste, grins.
A mudpie named 'When Rum Met Raisin'. Trying to be creative but well, I appreciate the effort in them trying :) Name aside, it actually doesn't taste half bad. Unlike other rum & raisin flavoured ice cream, you can actually taste the liquor strongly in this one. Nice :)
Oooh, big glass of root beer float. Normal glass for comparison purposes.
With the Samsung mobile as a comparison, you can now imagine how big it is :) It'll definitely slake your thirst I say.
After intense interrogation by PR, I hereby solemnly admit that I am heow. (Don't know what heow means ah? Too bad.)
.. just because I spend a few more dollars on my haircut also counted as heow! Shop for nice looking clothes and accessories also heow! *grumbles* Wonder what other comments'll pop up if I go for laser treatment on the acne scars, plastic surgery on facial features, intense gym workouts, facial, spa treatment blah blah blah.
.. probably not heow anymore, but promoted to sibei heow. *bleh*
There was this Channel U show on TV at dinnertime just now, something called 有话就说, or Shoot! (as they put the title in English, gees.) It's a local live production, hosted by Dasmond Koh and Quan Yifeng, usually fielding two groups of people (one young, one old) whereby topics of interest were discussed/debated/contested/whatever, with the live audience invited to comment as well.
And anyway, the topic for today's session (or was it a rerun?) was on Singapore. About why youngsters found Singapore boring, and what could be done about it. It was a fairly captivating discussion, and suffice it to say that I was fairly glued to the TV for that time.
Stuff like Singapore being a stifling place to live in. Boring food, routine lifestyle, limitation on entertainment choices, restriction on expression of ideas, boring this boring that, all the complaints from the group of youngsters.
However, the group of adults handled the incoming tide quite well, methinks. There were several phrases that set me thinking in particular. Words like..
- '不是新加坡闷,而是人闷'. Not Singapore being boring, but rather the individuals that make up Singapore. Are we raised culturally to be boring individuals? Intriguing :)
- '是新加坡先值得你来爱, 还是由你改变新加坡让它成为一个值得你引以为荣的地方?' Chinese portion not verbatim, I kinda forgot the exact words. But it sortof meant the difference between conditional love and non-conditional love; would you show that you're proud of Singapore and try to make it into a better place for future generations, or must certain conditions be fulfilled before you can express your pride for the country? Very good, this part.
Being a Singaporean youngster myself, I'd agree that national pride is indeed lacking in the country among people of my generation. How to improve on that? I won't know too :) Some people are meant to dwell and act on these things, but I'm not one of 'em, bleh. I'll leave the grandiose world-shifting ideas for another time.
As the show hit the advertisements for a while, the mother was asking me if I found entertainment in Singapore boring. Now that was a good question. Personally, I didn't find any real lack in recreation, but the real snag came when it came to going out with my usual bunch of friends on weekends. It'll be either of the following choices, and recent times've limited them even more.
- catching a movie. I used to dislike the $8.50 price tag already, but I hate the current $9.50 even more, I mean whaddafugs, it's just a fcukin' two hour flick on the average, spend ten bucks to watch it? 100% boycott from me until things change, which isn't likely. For now, I'd rather rent DVDs from HollywoodClicks and watch them in the comfort of my room.
- billiard sessions. Banned from my list of to-do's. I just disliked the idea of poking at brightly coloured balls with a wooden stick until the wee hours of the morning in smoky rooms.
- clubbing. Down the drain as well. Tough on the pocket, and not very entertaining. I've heard that it's good for unwinding from stress, but I haven't seen the good side of drinking till you puke in the toilet bowl or mindlessly dancing in a tightly packed room of half sober humans yet. Someday, someday.. *rolls eyes*
- bowling. Sureeee.. when a bowling outlet opens in the city area again I guess. Cathay Bowl at Cineleisure Orchard's folded up, and Marina Square's yet to reopen officially -.-
- KTV aka sing-your-guts-out. It's a sad reality, but many of me peers do not like to sing. The ones who do complain about the moolah factor. What else is a poor guy to do? :(
- makan session. One of the few viable choices.
- late night kopi and talk kok session. A cheaper alternative.
One other thing I realised was that Singaporeans who worked full-time deskbound jobs tended towards only having their weekends free, and for some weird reason or other tended to avoid exercise as recreation. (Or perhaps it's just the crowded beaches/pools/gyms/whatever that's freaking everyone out.)
Having slogged their way through the 5 days of work (and more often than not doing OT) like mad dogs, everyone's looking for stuff to unwind. Unlike Australia, where people stop work on the dot at 5 p.m. and enjoy more leisure time, Singaporeans seem to have a corporate (and cultural) obsession with working overtime, which sortof works like this: "If you're not OT-ing, you're not being productive enough for the company.. hrmmmm."
Conclusion? I couldn't very well drag the friends down for any activity even remotely sports-related 'cus most of them weren't interested in stuff that involved physical exertion, period. "Very tiring leh!" (Yeah right.) Not about lack of activities, more like lack of willingness to try other stuff :) Not to mention the fact that the range of activities was slowly dwindling, which meant that I'd get to see 'em less and less.
Brr, I think friend-less is gonna lose the hyphen and become friendless if the limitation on activities continue. Either that, or find new friends.
Interesting sidenote: I like the post on Infusion's blog about men's rules :) I like these in particular.
- Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! JUST SAY IT! (I think this just about covers the sentiments of every guy on the planet.)
- Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. (Classic. The main difference between guys and girls, grins.)
- ALL men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is. (LOL!)
- If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. (Nice.)
Well, my eyes're well on their way to dreamland, so I guess I'll be joining them soon. Time to spit some crap before I turn in, hmm.
-- basketball related rant, skip if uninterested --
So I had a pretty busy day, and the late noon was spent playing b(asket)ball with XQ, JH and some other kids. And of course, they were some of the stupid kids I encountered today. If you've ever played bball, you would understand that the world is full of whiners and losers. Since there's no referee during casual play, the players usually call for fouls on their own initiative.
Fouled one time? Nevermind, let's carry on man :)
Two times? Still all right, no sweat.
.. hearing "foul!" once every two to three minutes? Absolute stinking pieces of cowdung I tell you. Disrupting the game mood and screaming bloody murder just because my fingernail happened to brush your stupid wrist = dumb all right. I mean what's your problem kid, can't take the physicals of the game? Don't play la, fcuks. Go home slamdunk your way through EA's NBA Live 2005.. definitely safe :)
Guaranteed safety from rough play on the court :)
That's why I seldom (if ever) call foul during play, it's irritating as far as I'm concerned. And I wouldn't even be so pissed if they'd just been whining and crying foul, but when they were trying to play rough on us (we just ignored their stupid grinding/pushing/whatever, it's part of the game whaddahecks) and calling for mummy to save them at the same time when we did it back on them.. no siree. In the end XQ & JH got so irritated that they decided to stop the game, lol. And I was soooo looking forward to winning them again, sighs.
-- end of basketball rant --
Well, those're not the only stupid kids I'm gonna talk about, fear not. More to come :)
The other part was after I'd reached home and was badmouthing those whiners to the brother, and he began telling me about shit at school. If you haven't been into a polytechnic before, computer labs are mostly free access for students, and it so happened that one careless bugger left his Friendster account active and left the lab.
.. and so, being the bored fellows looking for trouble that they were, ah poook (aka brother) and his friends began fiddling around with that account. Oh nothing too serious, merely stuff like filling in his profile with hilarious stuff, improving the gallery with funny pics and the like. Boy, were they having fun :)
Well, at least they had fun till the owner came back. So up came the raging bull of a poly ahbeng, with nostrils flaring and all, bellowing with suppressed fury.
"What the fcuk do you think you're doing?" So he demanded, sparks flying out of the eyes.
(Caught redhanded liao, no chance to explain also. I'd have asked in return, "What does it look like I'm doing?" Stupid question really.)
As good luck would have it, ah poook was the one at the computer at that precise moment. I'd imagine that a muttered "shit" appeared in his mind at that precise moment, and a big "OOPS." to follow after.
So the stupid ahbeng wasn't satisfied with ah poook's apologies, and promised threats of extreme physical violence so long as he saw the brother outside.
(Righttt.. people fiddle with your stupid account you wanna beat him up. So they hack into your PC and erase your porn how? OMG, disastrous! Think you'll need a chainsaw for dismemberment or five horses with ropes for the traditional 五马分尸)
Dumb kids. The brother was dumb anyway, to have been seen. Like what NS boys all learn and practise in their service term..
Do anything you want, but don't get caught.
IMO, the other kid was also a dumbass anyway, to threaten bashing over a bloody social activity account. Goes to show you how valuable those things are now, tsk tsk. Kids.
However, in the event of that moron appearing for revenge, I only had two things to remind ah poook. (Three actually la, but the third one sortof hazardous heh.)
1. Run for your life. 2. Call police. 3. If get beaten up 1 on 1, return the courtesy and bash him up as well. Self defense, no wrong in that. Of course, X to 1 circumstance just keep running.
I expect that I'll go look that idiot up personally and bash him too, if he really does lay a hand on the brother. Illegal, wrong, but still must do. Eye for an eye after all. Then again, 怨怨相报何时了?
I'd been down for the wake of a friend's father twice for the past days. Met quite a few ex-classmates, updated each other on what everyone's been up to, all the usual stuff.
.. and yep, I think I should end this entry right here. I'm not exactly the most tactful person in the world, and the death of a loved one isn't an easy topic to most of the people in this world. All I can share is perhaps.. something that I believe in.
Life is merely a transition, and death, but another journey.
Weep not, when the time comes. Instead, hold those fond remembrances close to your heart, and appreciate the past times shared.
Bought a long sleeved shirt from litmusblue at Orchard Point level 3, nice? Kinda retro I'd say, lol. Verrrrry nice cutting for Asian guys I'd say, and affordable!
Pose of the day, compliments of JH during morning bball :) Cute? Those swooning over his good looks, do feel free to contact me if you've modelling offers to recommend, lol. (.. it's meant to be a joke, incase you didn't geddit)
So I was getting ready to cycle home after lunch just now, and to my extreme joy, I discovered a nice flat rear tyre. *monotonous cheer of happiness* song bo?
So I ended up pushing the bike from Tampines Central to the nearest petrol station, thinking that I could just inflate the damned tyre and be done with it. Push the damn bike 10 minutes only, big deal. But noooo, it wasn't as simple as I'd thought. The tyre was punctured, 他奶奶的. Another 15 minutes of walking the bike to the shop. Now I can answer, sibei 爽 man.
The uncle at the bicycle shop changing my tyre; wonder if he was irritated that I interrupted his afternoon TV session.
(Incidentally, I've had a record number of tyre punctures ever since my ORD. Must be someone serial tyre killer roaming around. .. alright, seriously 不好笑)
Me giving the finger to the bloody tyre; couldn't resist it.
Was cycling around just now, and it occurred to me how dumb/dangerous/dumb+dangerous some drivers could be. - signal right when they're turning left. - flashing hazard lights (which is for slowing down or stopping) when they want to turn left. Hazard light switch a bit far from turning light controls lor hor? - flashing hazard lights when they want to turn out from a parking spot, WTF? Nearly got knocked down by this blind lady who never saw me before turning out.
Cannot tell left from right, or cannot distinguish hazard lights from turning signal indicators? Go back take driving test a few more times la, bloody hell. Comfort Driving Centre waiting for you. Or if you're truly 左右不分.. go back to primary school or kindergarten and learn with the kiddies ah?
.. incidentally, I've noted that quite a few of the people I know don't know 左右 versus left-right. Ask them left right yes, they geddit. Ask them 左右, ho seh liao. They'll ask me,"左 is left or right?" Talk about being effectively billigual :) I guess no one's perfect.
So I was on my way back much later, finally being able to cycle, and I encountered this bunch of vehicles all unmoving outside the community centre near my place.
First reaction: "
2 seconds later: "..."
This was what I saw, taken after I'd cycled past the entire parade of vehicles.
Cannot see clearly ah? Closeup shot.
Turned out that there was a Malay wedding being held at the CC (as usual), and quite a few of the guests had simply parked their cars conveniently at the roadside.
No offence meant to Malay weddings, best wishes to 'em and so on, but this phrase came to mind just now when the entire spectacle was laid out before me.
Not your grandfather's road lor hor?
It's a bloody two lane road lor, walao. There's a reason why gahmen made so many carparks available.. obviously to let you park your bloody carsla! Talk about saving money on parking and causing creating inconveniences, gees. Irritating.
The red area denoted how far the bloody car(s)-park(ed) stretched. FYI, my photos above merely displayed the cars after the bend at the school, so you can fill in the blanks with your own imagination. Short right?
Should call the friendly aunties on their bicycles to come issue a few summons here and there, heh :X But for the record, no such action was taken by yours truly. Just in case I tio hoot later because they kena summon and happened to read this blog, and rashly concluded that this 死 gina BK them. (incidentally, BK = bunknife = 包刀 in Hokkien)
That's all the rants for today; kinda woozy from lack of sleep heh. Laters :)
References - Road map image courtesy of can.com.sg, MS Paint program and my stupid mouse. And oh, did I mention my fingers, my brains, blahblah.. - Other images compliments of my trusty N6230i. Decent image quality :) Beats N6230 anyday at least.. bloody VGA camera brrrr.