chronic reverie

me wax a rather balmy lyrical

2007-09-20T01:42:00.000+10:00

While I contemplate what to write about and lest you chafe at the bit, let me leave you with this to think about.

And because my brain draws a blank, for all I know (and what's its worth, says you), maybe its true; Empty vessels makes the most noise

But to chasten the myth that you bequethen me; me life I impose upon by humbug

so boo you

And today I wax lyrical through ostentatious nonsensical. Coz when life throws me lemons, I make lemonade.

and I am infantile like that.

Negating This Foreboding

2007-08-29T01:07:00.000+10:00

Because Ron says

Jaguar Paw says:
so rahman, nothing else has changed in the last 5mins just that the my respect for you have gone up..

XX, Nura, Joe and now Ron. them are the reason why I am indifferent to making new friends. Them who stands by me, as we traverse and meander through those intricately-woven trek that's called life.

Sunday was a sigh of relief. Monday was an affirmation. Tuesday is liberation.

Thanks buddies.

The act of chivalry is sexist?

2007-08-15T13:22:00.000+10:00

Had a rather engaging conversation with a friend some time back, who proclaimed that the act of chivalry is sexist. Of which, I adamantly stood to my ground (in my attempt to nullify); infusing in a rather interesting skirmish.

In some ways or another, growing up, I have been inculcated with the gentlemanly act. Gallantly opening doors, offering a helping hand for heavy objects, etc. So my friend said “So by that act of yours, are you telling me that those women are not capable to do it by themselves? Are you telling me they are the weaker gender?”

I felt rather insulted to be honest. Given my moral code of conduct judged and lambasted. He continued on his tirade of reasoning to dispel and stir my beliefs. So yes, the civil world has revolutionized. Women are pushing the envelope in their attempt to fight for equal rights. Of which, I have no issue. For I am a believer in equal rights; regardless of race, gender, age, etc. But to what extend should society compromise its conduct in accordance to behavioral changes? For I know a good number of women who are somewhat feminist, yet have no issues with the act chivalry. Why then are there a handful of women who, without any hint of displeasure, encouragingly coo “So and so is such a gentleman!”? So yes, if you have noticed, my statements are based on opinion and not real statistics. But my experiences/observances are validated and should not be a cause to debunk this debate.

A case in point is a female colleague of mine, A (who admitted on having some feministic tendencies), who loathed yesterday lunch out with me as I cajoled her into a conversation over issues on politics and sexism (to which I acquiesced her into agreeing with my view, I’m draconian that way). She agrees that the act of chivalry is sexist but has no issues to the act itself, in fact condoning it. (I shall not dwell on the fact that she would vote for a female president; on grounds of capability and that the candidate is female). So now, a somewhat feminist, who thinks that a gentleman is sexist, yet permitting the act. Contradicting no?

So my take is, the act of chivalry is not sexist, so long as one does not do it on a notion that women are incapable of carrying out the action by themselves. Some moral conduct need not change due to a cause of revolution. For revolution itself, has caused what used to be black and white, turn grey. In the mean time, I shall continue opening the doors to the women in the world. Brand me a sexist. So be it.

my inhibited enthusiasm

2007-07-16T02:14:00.000+10:00

its 12.15am. rise and shine at 5.15am. the dreaded day inching its way into this dreaded bones.

reservist

*shudders*

*convulse reaction*

camp located in tuas. far off from any scent of civilisation. its been 4 too long years since i last served the nation. I hate donning the uniform (think allergic reaction). I loathe staying in camp for 5 long days (think liberation or lack thereof). I abhore regimental orders in any form (think draconian).

reservist
*shudders*
*convulse reaction*

till then wish me well. and i'll be back to whine and winge of my ordeal

Speaketh the swinging single

2007-06-25T18:20:00.000+10:00

Pot luck party last Saturday at Nura’s with my poly gin gang. Its dampening to know that my gang of friends seems to be dwindling down as we wrinkle with age. Numbers that just whittled to the keenly loyal few. I take comfort that quality precedes over quantity or maybe that’s just my subterfuge to mask my lack of social life, as I get sucked in to this wicked rat race.

I shall not talk about food. Coz Shawn had to up the ante by preparing a premium grade tuna fish when I made it all loud and clear that I am gonna be bringing fish! 3 damned cod fishes mind you! (So I lose)

My trivial rinky-dink petty issue aside, what I shall dwell upon is the fact that all of my friends are happily attached. Key word here is HAPPILY. (You sure as hell can guess that I’m left to resort to fuddy-duddy attributes that everyone who’s attached sure as hell won’t be happy). Now that Ron is in Australia, I’m the sole survivor of the Singles Club (YAY Me!!) And now I feel as lonely as Saddam Hussein when he was hiding in his hole. Woe is I.

I hold on to the premise of living in an unencumbered liberation. Where I’m totally devoid of going through the typical emotional baggage that’s unfortunately concomitantly exist in a relationship. But now, somehow, my premise, which hitherto was rock solid, is giving way to shaky grounds. But finding a girlfriend is just too troublesome. Especially when everytime I see a girl I fancy, the word “emotional roller-coaster” just rings to my ears.

Maybe I’m destined to die a bachelor. Die all alone and decompose till someone realizes that the filled-with-grouse-ah-pek died coz his house is filled with stench. It’s a waste not to propagate my premium seeds for the betterment of the world’s future (I’m sure its a better future when you see little Rahmans running around). And I better do so before I reach that state of erectile dysfunctional syndrome. And that I will, till eBay starts auctioning girls on line.

Note: to bra-burning feminist out there, I’m just joking. But if eBay does plot that stage, I can’t promise that I would not engage. =)

squiggling out of this pyre

2007-06-06T13:14:00.000+10:00

And so I’m back. To revive and rouse this partial defunct blog of mine.

Restructuring, retrenchment, reshuffle…words that when uttered, would send employees into a mass frenzy. So today, word has it, 3-4 people from my branch might be relocated to Holland Village. That when uttered, gave me that sinking feeling to the pit of my stomach. That when uttered, to which once thought to be an inconceivable putative motive, is now validated by means of verbal affirmation. That when uttered, gave rise to speculation of the possible few that will go. And perhaps, when uttered, make me run back to the solace of my blog.

So now I’m in a juxtaposition of contrasting emotions. Yesterday we were all on the high, as we talked about love, lust, sex, infidelity, marriage & of course that hotly debated topic SG Girl. Yesterday I laughed till I was sent cramped and had to clench my funny bones. Today the taboo word was bespoken. Today the word spiraled me down to the abyss of this heart. Drama Drama Drama

I would give an arm not to get my ass to Holland Village and here’s why:
1) It is too far
2) Im cutting cost right now and paying additional taxi fare to Holland village defeats my objective.
3) If I do take a train, I have to stand for longer time.

Ok enough trifling reasons. Coz for now, I shall just wait with much palpitated breath, hoping that the storm will soon abate.

Ps: Jo, there u go, an update..

PFFTTT!!

2006-11-11T00:51:00.000+10:00

I wrote a bloody long entry and everything just got deleted! Damnit!!!

Its been a tiring day and I'm mentally and physically drained. Trust blogger to further pile the shit on top of the shit hole that I am currently stuck in.

Just quickly, I cant stand people who talks to me in a condescending manner. Does your local degree come with a free asthetic surgery to permanently point your nose to the sky? Time to get off from that high horse you are planted on. If you dont, I'll gladly get on the polo turf, with my matchet, to knock you down.

When I give you non-committal answers, that does not constitute to a conversation, stupid!

Speaketh the geek

2006-10-29T00:57:00.000+10:00

Im the geek who is spending the weekend mulling over work. I am Rahman, and Karma is my friend. pfftt!!

Hari Raya has been great thus far. Much spent salvaging on the food that I was deprived last year of, no thanks to mugging my ass over exams.

Need to get some tailored shirts. How I wish Im in Bangkok right now, for its cheaper that way.

in a nutshell

2006-10-13T08:55:00.000+10:00

busy.

very busy.

one day, I will post something that is more filling than food. soon enough i hope.

busy.

very busy.

bugger!!

my choked arteries

2006-10-04T07:34:00.000+10:00

its only the second day of work, and it seems that my life has been pretty much zapped. Additional readings, quizzes to study for etc. Fancy me waking up at 5.30am, just to go through my notes.

There's this added pressure to keep up, to remain afloat. For there are a couple of trainees with financial background, who just rattles out terms and jargons with so much ease. Then there are others who have the ability to remember every interest rate,charges,minimum fee,etc. pegged to the certain bank's product at thier fingertips!! And me, i just sit in the classroom stumped.

Then there are others who are out to impress. Who talks nothing but financial talks. Who goes lunch with us and talks nothing but financial talks. I mean seriously, yes you know your stuff. Good on you mate. Its lunch. I NEED A BREAK!!

So here's my social life forecast...Nada! zilch! This week revolves around nothing but quizzes. In 2 weeks time its tests everyday (passing mark of 70%) and this will go on till end of the month. Thereafter I will be on On-The-Job-Training (OJT). While doing so (i,e OJT), I have to sit for 6 accredition exams (80% passing mark) to get myself certified.

Life aint swinging with peach trees on my side.

On another note, I am posted to the Orchar. Right smack in downtown Orchard. I think its a retribution for everyone knows how much i hate the crowd that throngs Orchard everyday. And Orchard is too expensive to cab to work.

thats all. to those, that I've not chat online for the longest time, im sure u will understand why. take care folks.

my cherie amore

2006-09-30T15:58:00.000+10:00

Yesterday was a Shawn’s pre birthday celebration. Yesterday was day filled with nothing but laughter. Yesterday was a day where friendly banter flew like raging bullets. Yesterday was spent stealing for airtime to vocalise my thoughts.

Nothing out of the ordinary; especially not with people like my poly gin gang. Them, like Nura said, are the people that I can see myself growing old with. Them are the people whom I can just be liberated with my speech and not having to pre-structure my sentences in my head. They happen to be one of those who constantly remind me of how sorely I have been missed when I was away. And they are one of the reasons why I looked forward to coming back, despite having too much affinity with brissy.

And I’m glad that we’ve came a long way. Even happier to know that individually, we’ve been charting success and achievements thus far in life. Its really heart warming to know that as friends, we are scaling up and excelling together; although in different fields.

So don’t blame me for being competitive. Blame them. For they rubbed me off that way.

us at the secret enclave

quivering on my start line

2006-09-29T14:22:00.000+10:00

My part time job ended last Wednesday. I scheduled to stop working on that day to get myself well armed with knowledge about the bank's products as well as its competitors'. So that leaves me with Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

As of today, I have yet to start working on my aforementioned motive. And somehow, I got a feeling I will be inadequately armed on my first day of work. For weekend seems quite jam packed with activities (read: hours and hours of sleep).

This wasn't a requisite set by the bank by the way; as in to report to work with full knowledge about it's products. Its just that, upon sizing up my fellow new batch of trainee bankers, I bet all of them have been wasting that 1 month at home reading up everything they need to know about the bank. Them are afterall, all eager and zealous by nature. I got a feeling I will be surrounded by flailing arms ( the kind that goes"I know! I know! pick me! pick me!) throughout my training session.

Just too bad I'm not a girl. Else, I could pull a 'damsel-in-distress,-eyes-wide-open,-head-tilted-down-45degrees-angle' kinda look. urrghh.

do u have to let it linger?

2006-09-26T16:23:00.000+10:00

suddenly i am craving for a slice of chocolate cake oh so bad! its moist as it tantalisingly linger on my tongue. those leftovers that get stuck to your gum. urrrgghh.. fasting has been for sure been nothing but trying!.

dont mind me, i'm just trying to posta senseless post before this blog goes into a sudden cardiac arrest.

right at this moment, i feel like buying a cake from Awfully Chocolate. The whole cake itself.

ok. i'll shut up.

we live in a beatiful world?

2006-09-12T15:14:00.000+10:00

Chris Martin once sang "We live in a beautiful world, yes we do, yes we do"..Well not really Mr Martin, not in Singapore for sure.

IMF kicked start 2 days ago, along with its brou-haha of the 28 banned activists despited some of them being accredited by the IMF itself. I think the government is taking this event a tad, no make alot, too seriously. It's a known tradition, since god knows when, that every Multilateral Organisation events are greeted with hoardes of anti-globalisation or 'whatever-grouses-you-have-against-structured-organisation' demonstraters. Its a mutually exclusive, non formalised pact.

So at the height of global scrutiny, we further proved our detractors right that we are the scared-shit, rigid society living within bordered lines. No! Dont you step out!!! ... Case in point? Allowing protests ( see we can be flexible with our system *roll eyes) only within clearly demarcated yellow lines (hello, we need to keep up with our Fines system to keep the money rolling..so step out of it if u want to contribute ok?). And did i mention that it can only be done INDOORS??

Admittedly, i am appalled. So ok, Mr 'whoever-thought-of-that-'bright-idea, time to snap out of the idealistic world you are living in pronto! FYI, demonstrating and conforming are two words that can never create the synergy u are seeking. Demonstrators don't go, "oooh well demarcated yellow lines! Finally I can use my loud speakers, given that the DELEGATES ARE REALLY FAR AWAY!!" or "oooh indoors, screw my motives being heard by the public, at least im sheltered from the rain".

Sighz, Uniquely Singapore indeed. Now I know why 'Live it up Singapore' got canned.

Actually what peeved me off and in return got my undies twisted in knots is the fact that the new season of Survivor is BANNED from Singapore. So what if there's a racist plot to it? What happened to opening up? Are Singaporeans that shallow to see beyond the show's racial groupings to realise that it is afterall a publicity stunt to ante the ratings? Despite the tasteless direction of the producer, it is still entertainment. So chill, seat back and relax can?

We live in beautiful world? Yes, Chris Martin, it is beautiful especially with cute yellow lines surrounding ours. Now, if only they (the lines) are coated with sugar candy. urrgh

and i am just that dejected fella deprived of my yearly dosage of survivor

the carvings of my resting place

2006-09-05T23:28:00.000+10:00

'What" will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

"missed by the guys at the legion??"

I know it sounds swell, but somehow it does have a 'Brokeback' ring to it..*sighz* And it might be some saying or metaphor, but I dont want to die after muttering 'rosebud'. Especially after rampaging prior to my death. What an anticlimax! And its not really my idea of 'going out in style'.Pfft! I rather pass gas or something. At least its more hilarious that way.

Part time work starts today. Doind what i do best...Talking...

It's no fun waking up at 7.30am in the morning. It's no fun when the sun greets you glaringly in your face. It's no fun when u can't take afternoon naps. bleargh.

the search is over

2006-09-05T02:24:00.000+10:00

Ok I am officially employed. Although work will commence on 2nd Oct. I took up the bank offer instead. With 26 (26!!!!!) days of leave, how can I not? haha.

But obviously that wasnt the impetus to the acception.

Did not turn up for the interview with the marketing company in the end. News has it, the amount of working hours does not commensurate to the pay. Thanks Lojia for that call, albeit at the 11th hour after i went thru all those mugging to prepare myself for the interview. But an ingrate i am not..so once again Thanks.

the 10 that got accepted for the banking post are mostly wide-eyed, fresh grads. Too zealous and earnest into what the working world has to offer. Questions were being asked thrown one after another. Case in point is when the HR mgr was briefing us about how work-related transport expenses can be claimed.

overtly eager boy: " does that mean I can claim my money for travelling to and from work everyday?"

My eyes rolled like as though it was going to drop off anytime soon at this point. Warlow! he thinks he's some expat who gets transport claims just for going to work is it? *shudders* Oh well, have to be nice. Afterall I have to be stuck for 2 or so months with them during training.

Ok that's about it, have to go and plan my 26 (26!!!!) days of leave...haha

the path that awaits

2006-09-03T06:11:00.000+10:00

I am supposed to ink my signature with the bank this coming monday at 3.15pm. But lo and behold, come along another interview on the same day, which is making sway.

So the question is, should I work in a Bank, which pays me considerably well and as an MNC, provide me with a platform to kick start my career?

Or should I work in a local boutique (not ur fashion boutique) consulting firm, which requires me to do a job that I am interested in (market research analyst) and boasts large scaled corporation as thier clients.

Managed to coax the latter to have all 3 rounds of interview in a single day. So interview will start at 9.15am (note to self: WAKE UP EARLY!!) till 1pm or so. Meaning I have only about 2 hours to deliberate on my choices if I am offered the job.

choices choices choices

On another note, Riverfest took place today. Just one year ago, we were seated at the steps of Brisbane River, in SouthBank. We awed, we oooo-ed, as the fireworks danced and shimmered in the Brisbane skyline.

Its been a little over a month. And I'm still missing Brissy sorely..

I dont want to move on, let me mingle with my past. For I'm a sucker for nostalgic moments. But those moments were filled with laughs. So now im impeded and blighted cos of yesterday. So dont blame me for holding on.

my early morning antics

2006-08-30T16:07:00.000+10:00

I have been hooked to Wei Yi by Wang Lee Hom of late (click for music video). So yesterday, I listened to the song over and over again. Listening intently, while playing (surprise surprise) Spider Solitaire on my bed at 6ish in the morning.

Truth be told, my grasp in the Mandarin department is as good as a fat woman trying on a pair of skinny jeans. a PAINFUL process; not to mention painful to hear as well. Replacing the lyrics with 'ne-ne', for every word that I don't know. And this is how I sing the chorus of Wei Yi

Baby ne ne ne wo de wei yi

ne ne ne ne ne ne xinghui

ne ne ne rong yi

So I had my earphones plugged into my ears, thus anulling any sense of audibility of how loud i was singing. Plus I was in the zone, if u know what i mean. Suddenly the phone rang. It was my mom.

Mom: are u ok?

me: yah Im ok. why?

mom: are u crying?

me: no, i am singing

mom: oh it sounds as though u were wailing.

(at the background, i could hear my sister saying, "see i told u he is singing!")

at that moment, my mom sure as hell punctured my ego. bleargh

the waiting game is soon over

2006-08-28T19:08:00.000+10:00

I have finally secured myself a job in a bank; after rounds of gruelling tests, role plays and a panel interview. not too mention a whole lot of time. Finally, something which interest me.

Managed to bargain till next monday before I ink my signature to the job contract. For I will be bonded for a year should i decide to take on the job. Then again, what's 1 year? Further, remuneration package seems pretty attractive and I know taking this on, will help carve my intended career as a business consultant. So that is good.

So from now till next monday, if there's aint any more interesting offer, I will take on that job. Work will commence on 1st October. So I have 1 more month of bumming my ass around.

But bumming my ass has been pretty much vexing and really time consuming. Seriously. Bumming your ass for 1 -2 weeks is fine. But for 1 whole month...it seems as though my body is degenerating and my joints slowly disjointed from their socket.

So, should i take it on, I'll get myself a part time job. To pass this time and too earn the much needed dough. Nonetheless a happy gooper I am.

Oh yeah, to those who have who have lent those words of encouragement..Thank You. (being unemployed can be quite wrist-cutting)

Im on Friendster.. Are you?

2006-08-27T03:23:00.000+10:00

I have a Friendster account. Ok, like who doesnt? The problem is, I have friends on my account, who don't really constitute as friends. Most are people who were just a part of a phase of my life and parted thereafter. No phone calls, no meet ups, nada. Friends who eventually become strangers.

So anyway what puzzles me is why do they bother adding me in the first place? First a message, followed by my authorisation, communication stops thereafter. Am I just a face for them to add for the benefit of collecting a long list of friends? But should I really blame them for trying to gain bragging rights by having a 'good looking' face of mine showcased under their list of friends? Whatever it is, I feel really used.

Every month or so, I painstakingly do a stock take on my inventory of friends; deleting all the expired goods (aka ppl whom I don’t constitute as friends). But it always ends up to be a fruitless attempt as the number continues to scale up.

So I took the liberty to pen this on my 'Who I want to meet' part of the profile.

"If we are mere acquaintance, don't bother trying to add me unless u think u are worth my time. If u are trying to be friends, don’t bother for Im already having a hard time whittling down the number."

Somehow or rather, people are still requesting to be added. Why do I know so many shameless people out there?? WHY??!!

The Parting of Davy & His 50cents

2006-08-24T02:56:00.000+10:00

Some post ago, I referred a great friend of mine, Davy, as 50cents. Davy was given this moniker as he once unabashedly claimed that his nips are equal to the size of the Australian 50 cent coin. For the uninitiated, the 50 cent coin is the biggest, in terms of size, in Aust. And yes, Davy is very proud of his ..ahem..assets.

No, my entry today, is not about the size of his nips. Its quite revolting, come to think of it. Rather, the entry today is about his fascination with his, you guess it, 50cent coins. So much so he posted an entry on Jings's xanga for the whole netizen to see.

The excerpt taken goes like this (you might want to read Jing's entry to have a clearer picture)...

I am going broke soon....maybe I need to use my two 50cents later on just in case
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
50 Cents said: wooowuuuuu, Davy Davy, We are gonna miss you...

Davy: Big Big 50 Cents, I am gonna miss you too...I am going to use you both soon, please take care of your yourselves

50 Cents: We will..and you too...ok?

Davy: Ya, I promise you both, as long as I can get a job and have money, I will bring you back..

---Davy and 50 Cents are crying together---

50 Cents: We trust you, Davy..we all love you...You are always Mr. Smart in our hearts.

Davy: I know, I am always Mr. Smart to everybody. wooowuuuu, You two are the biggest 50 Cents I have ever had...., maybe you can ask Jing Jing, she can help you both and keep you guys around her..

50 Cents: We also think so...Jing Jing, we are coming now...wait for us!

--Jing Jin is so happy to see 50 Cents and they are living happily forever--

------------The End--------------------
Posted 8/24/2006 at 1:32 AM by blueblue2006

The weirdest friends I have. But then again, I've not laughed so much for a long time. So much so it gave a good workout to my abs (eh I got abs ok, I just have to flex them.....hard).

Anyway Wenjing, Congrats! You are richer by a Dollar now. haha. And if u guys happen to chance upon someone with no nipples attached to his body, say hi to him. His name is Davy..

The "Save Rahman" Campaign

2006-08-20T19:39:00.000+10:00

Sick since yesterday. Really really sick. Feel feeble and weak. Couldnt sleep well as my mucus constantly slither out of my nose like water out of a tap. I really hate being sick.

So I missed an interview today. In retrospect, being sick was afterall a blessing in disguise, since the interview was set at 9am. I knew I couldn't wake up. Even if I did, Im sure I would be there all groggy as I sit myself vis-a-vis the interviewer.

A final 4hr interview with a Bank come Saturday. Bonded for a year ( at $10,000) if i decide to place my 'John Hancock' on the dotted line. But I'm somewhat swayed to take on that job. Oh well, we'll see.

My life which hitherto been revolved around nothing but bumming my ass at home, is now filled with interviews after interviews. So that's good.

My mom has been constantly nagging on when I can get a job. I think she's worried if I end up being a slacker, unemployed, a destitute,a void-deck mat or a druggie. I think my mom is a tad too paranoid and not to mention over-zealous. So worried is she, that she has been actively looking out for jobs for me and romping my relatives at it, as well.

So my aunt called me. and the conversation goes like this.

Aunty: "Eh u want a job is it?"

me: "Why? You got lobang (job opportunity) arh?"

Aunt (in a very excited manner; so excited her voice became shrieky): "so and so son-in-law's brother is a Manager at Mustafa Centre. You call him larh! I give u his number, maybe can get job there! "

me (dead-panly):"Mustafa Centre? *dies* ..eerrr.Its ok larh"

Aunt (sounds offended): "U young people arh, all so choosy......(i forgot what she said at this point on, for I have a tendency to shut off when one goes on a nagging tirade)...Nevermind, just call him ok?"

me (patronisingly): "oh ok. if i get the job I give u discount when u shop there ok?"

Aunt (obviously not sensing that i was being sarcastic): "Haiyah, I hardly shop at Mustafa larh. But since you give a discount, I go there more often larh".

FYI, till today I have yet to call that person. And no, I have no intention to do so.

I think my mom and my relatives are on a mission, with a slogan that goes SAVE RAHMAN! GET HIM A JOB. *sighz*

Confession from the unemployed

2006-08-15T03:58:00.000+10:00

Beginning to feel restless. Let me add, VERY restless. So far, been offered jobs by companies that I don't see myself working in/for. Don't ask me why I even bother to send them my resume. Don't.

And no, its not about the money (ok it does matter) rather its about the long term plans of career and holistical growth. By far, none of the companies that I went for interviews, met my expectation.

The bigger companies are taking thier time in conducting interviews. I can't wait no longer for I am bored off my socks doing nothing but idling day in day out.

I once thought, with my credentials, doors would be opened with embracing arms complete with glee. I guess not; and that my friends, is a humbling experience.

So in the mean time, I shall continue carrying my mobile phone everywhere in my home, just in case an MNC decides to call me. Or so i hope......

call me please?

The slow transition

2006-08-02T05:47:00.000+10:00

my posts have been nothing short but dense. Reckon I left my 'word-smith' capability in Brisbane. That or the scorching heat has fried my brain for good.

I wanted to post pictures.. of good fun, of graduation, of my beloved friends i left in brisbane ( and 1 hospitalised soul in HK) and of beloved friends reunited once more in Singapore. But the thoughts of choosing pictures, resizing them, uploading them to Photobucket, etc, proves to much of a hassle. Too cumbersome. Too painstaking. In short, I am pure lazy. (Oh spank me please)

So if you wanna see graduation pictures, please click here or here or here. I did not tell them that i am using their site as an entertainment remedy for my sloth-like soul, so please thank them for me.

Homecoming has been a bliss thus far, been showered with much love and affection. Given the attention I have been getting, I wish that I'm away more often. Keep the love coming guys... Ok I'm pushing it.

Lastly, to that great friend who's now being hospitalised in Hong Kong...GET WELL SOON MATEY, THE WORKING WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU!!

Spot Davy? clue: he's the one with the bowl-like haircut

And so the dog loving boy mutated into that octopus known as Davy Jones

ok only 1 graduation photo, am honestly too lazy to put up more. So excuse me while i retreat to the comfort of my bed. To unencumbered liberation.....

ps: miss you guys truck loads..if u got a card from me..yes, its you!!

Fly me back to brissy

2006-07-31T17:58:00.000+10:00

im taking my own sweet time looking for a job. I was really looking forward to getting a job et al, but I really hate the process.

Reckon I am still in denial that I am back.

uurrrgghh.

My Farewell

2006-07-25T11:33:00.000+10:00

my flight is due in 2.5hrs. I am leaving with a heavy heart. Of great memories that are constantly toying in my mind.

To those whom I have crossed paths with, I bid you Farewell and Good Luck in your journey through life. A thank you for touching my heart in a way or another.

All good things must come to an end, and life's a bitch that way. And to go I must. I will miss this place that for 1.5years has been a temporary home. I will definately those laughs, joys and 'tau-poks' we shared.

Love you guys loads.

dreading Melbourne

2006-07-17T10:59:00.000+10:00

despite all that hype about melbourne and what it has to offer, my trip here has been pretty much been a dread. So yeah, here I am in Melbourne, being reunited with my mom and sis (who travelled here for a short holiday) and all i can think of is going back to Brisbane.

I was hoping for "Spectacular! Spectaculer!" with fireworks galore, the moment i land my feet on the Melbourne soil. But thus far, everything fell short of my expectation. Crowds in Melbourne turns me off. Weather pretty much dready, with the sun hardly in sight. 1 word, BOREDOM.

Prior to my melbourne visit, I have been staying at Davy's with Jing. A lethal potion to put us 3 under one roof for 4 nights. It was a blast. So thanks guys for your company.

I miss my Stubborn #1 & #2. Boon + Pang. I miss living with y'all. My great housemate[s]. Thanx for the early graduation present guys.

To the rest, who have been showering me with those words of congrats and what nots; from the bottom of my heart, Thank you very much. =)

a post from a GRADUATE!!

2006-07-05T02:16:00.000+10:00

Yes its been a looong time since i've updated. Post exams were nothing short of a bliss. Coldplay concert, Gold Coast, Byron Bay and Melbourne (on the 12th).

But nothing beats today. For today, it is has been officially made known that I am a GRADUATE. In fact, I was a nervous wreck the whole of today that I got myself immersed in cleaning my house. Mustering every strength to make sure every nook and cranny were spotlessly clean.

I had reasons for my obsessive compulsive behaviour though. For those who are in the know, I really thought I butchered my Europe paper and thus murdering my eligibility to graduate. Doesn’t help that both my mom and sis bought air tickets for my graduation. So a combination of both factors toying in my mind (pre result announcement) proves to be a lethal ticking bomb in my head.

So I tried time and again to log into My-Sinet to check my results, every freaking minute (Since 1am) despite the website announcing that it was down and to try again 30mins later. Got in 1.5hrs later with my heart pounding like never before.

No I don't mean to brag, honestly. I deserve being ecstatic after putting up with those bothering thoughts for the longest time.

So yeah, graduating is hell of a great news. Getting into the dean's commendation list this semester is that fucking icing on the cake. My great mateys (Davy & Jing) getting into the dean's commendation list as well, is that candle on top of the icing on the cake.

If I don't have frail neighbours living below me, I would have jumped like a freaking kangaroo.

on a hiatus

2006-06-25T04:31:00.000+10:00

as the title says it, I will be on hiatus. Off to goldcoast and byron bay from mon-tue and possibly wednesday.

exams were over. now what's left is that sense of hope that I will be able to graduate. Pretty certain that all the papers were alright except for Europe..damnit!

will post the post-exam party pics once i got a hold of it. Yes, esther and 'keane', I saw the most unglam pic of me in a trashed like hell state.

Came back from Coldplay today. What can I say? AWESOME!!!!!! I was just 3 lines away from the front. So near that I could see Chris Martin's boogers. Best concert ever!!!

that's all, till then my friends =)

Dear Fairy Godmother

2006-06-15T22:58:00.000+10:00

nothing much to blog about these days. I am still in a dire need to find that vortex to suck me out of this dreadful state of mine.

With the wonders of 'E-Bay', I'm surprised they do not sell some kinda 'magic' to slack and still ace those blardy papers. For I really could use a fairy godmother right now. Every night I prayed and wished that you would appear before me..WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!!

You appeared before that bloody cow called Cinderella just so that she can go to some 'atas' ball. And you gratified her wish even though she is materialistic, for obviously she wants to be rich. BITCH! I on the other hand just want to blardy graduate. Evidently I'm in a more 'sorry-ass' state. COME QUICK LARH CHEEBAI!!!

I gave up hope on Santa when that cheapo-charlie gave me a set of pen from the 'mama' shop when I was 10 (wait a minute, that was my sister). Tooth fairy never got her ass at my place, despite leaving my tooth for 5 days till it degenerates and my pillow smelled funky. Now YOU!!! The world is a wretched place to live in, I tell you. *sighz*

But for now, goodbye social life, say hello to reclusive state. *whimpers*

of contradiction and denial

2006-06-13T13:31:00.000+10:00

quote from esther today

i am anti smoking but i like sheesha.
I don't think I'm a hypocrite though

right esther..if that rocks your boat *grinz*

Had my 1st paper today. I think I butchered it, no thanks to Japan vs Australia. Nuff' said.

i seriously feel like kicking my ass right now.

succumbing to temptations

2006-06-10T16:37:00.000+10:00

Swotvac (study week) has thrown been throwing me with an array of temptation. I feel as though I am being pulled left and right to do everything but study. Voices in my head are often ringing

"bed, bed, bed"
"world cup, world cup, world, cup"
"big brother, big brother, big brother"
"smoke break, smoke break, smoke break"
"internet, internet, internet"

At times like these, I wish those voices were my mom's constant nagging instead "OI! Go and study larh! ( followed by a string of 5-10mins repetitive, high-pitched nagging session).

It doesn't help that its raining now whilst I am typing this. It doesn’t help that winter is never a productive studying-season. It doesn’t help that I am imbued with a short attention span. It doesn't help that I ALWAYS cave in to my temptations.

On another different note, Esther Quek publicised my email for everyone on her multiply (click) to see. How very embarrassing as the email contains me taking a stab at my egoistic self. So now, I am burrowing a hole to recluse this shy, introverted and reserved self.

Fuck! What the hell am I doing here? I am supposed to be studying!!
Portugal vs England at 10pm. To watch or not to watch?

davy jones

2006-06-07T22:15:00.000+10:00

I am way behind my studying schedule. The exasperated part of me wants to just drop everything and snuggle within the comforts of my doonah. The kancheong part of me insists to keep studying even though the motor that runs this brain has been flat out of batteries.

Somehow, I’m bent towards the exasperated bit. Damn!

Anyway, it was Davy's 24th yesterday (06-06-06). Celebration was a blessing, as I desperately need that break from my studying routine.

I don’t normally do this on my blog, but given that you have no freaking Friendster (thus I can't leave a testimonial for you), here's what I have to say:

So here's to that lousy friend; who always manages to turn the tables on me, ridiculing me with no mercy, peppering me with a heap load of names, etc. But beneath all those, a great friend who I know I can count on, who reads me like an open book (that's scary), who will voluntarily spare me with 50 cents (should I need some change), who tells me that i look like Edison Chen (haha) and who makes me laugh till no end.

Happy 24th Cheebai
4, 5 & 6

have you seen my childhood?

2006-06-05T01:36:00.000+10:00

leaving uni equals to finding a job

finding a job equals to growing up

growing up equals to no more of this

or this

but I don't want to grow up, I want to be a Toys"R"us kid.

The chase for that golden scroll

2006-06-03T21:56:00.000+10:00

Yesterday marks the last day of teaching week. Yesterday marks the completion of attending lectures/tutorials in the span of 1 1/2 years at UQ. Yesterday I sat at the Great Court for perhaps the last time; my favourite place in UQ.

The Great Court will always hold a special place in my heart. Spending time alone during my breaks, under the shady trees, with coffee, cigarettes and my lunch in tow. More often than not, with a few close friends, wasting our time as the world zooms by.

Sadness seems to be the over-arching emotion for now, as I know in due time, I will be leaving this place, that for 1 1/2years, I have called home. Sadness lies in the fact the close network of friends that I have developed will soon be separated. Sadness prevails from the thoughts of re-entering the rat race again. Sadness stems from knowing that exams are soon to come, damnit!

Enough of my ranting, here's some pics taken to commemorate the last week of uni.

ok that's all..TO STUDY I MUST!!!!

The god-knows-what post

2006-05-26T00:15:00.000+10:00

I'm beginning to be really really lazy. I'm beginning to do everything at a sloth-like pace. I've been sitting in front of my comp, with the intention to start on my assignment since 10.30pm. Here I am, been doing god-knows-what, 2hrs later

Bad boy I am. Please whip me to shape. If you don't want to inflict pain onto me, how about nibbling my ears instead? (oops did i just mention my pet fetish a lil too loud??)

like a breath of fresh air...

2006-05-25T01:48:00.001+10:00

I forgot to mention that Ashley came haunting back into our lives last saturday. Just too bad i was piled under a shit load of assignments and a presentation due that coming Monday. For I know for sure, I wished I had spent more time with her. Just like old times.

Her arrival, was like a breath of fresh air, a ray of sunlight and a thunderous storm (thunderous due to her laughter). Such are the aura that comes with her presence even though I spent a miniscule amount of time with her. I'm glad she didn't change much despite being caught in that turmoil called work. Although the only change is that she has now moved on from 'since you've been gone' to 'shakira shakira nananananan' (complete with a crab like dance, or should i say stance..heh). Turns out 'shakira shakira nananananan' happens to be 'hips don't lie'.

This was the girl that once spit coffee onto my face, this was the girl that once complained that we treat her like a boy, this was the girl that once ambled daily along the uni staff's corridor for consultations and this is the girl who brought happiness into our lifes.

So ashley, even though I didn't spend so much time with you, take heart that your presence made a whole load of difference.

Bring on the sun
So flowers won’t wilt
Bring on you smile
So our lives be filled
Gyrate you hands
Synchronise your hips
Just like old times
Good fun it reaps

and no, I am not in love with her, for she refuse to have a wedding with me at my void deck. *grinz*

right now...

2006-05-23T23:47:00.000+10:00

right now I am just too lazy to start on my next assignment.
right now i am just too lazy to catch up on past tutorials that I did not complete as i was busy with report deadlines.
right now I am just too lazy to start on my ECON1310 quiz which is due this friday.
right now i am just too lazy to start on my IBUS3305 essay which is due next week.

right now i am suffering from Chalazion.
right now i look like this. (its been like this since last thursday)

and no i have not been peeping nor watching any porn. and yes I will see a doctor when my ass decides to get out of the house.

and yeah, right now, I have to deal with a rapper-wannabe as my housemate. He calls himself Boon Yo! yup, complete with an exclamation mark. =)

Boon Yo! says "YO!"

Chronicles of the Smelly, the Devil and the 50cents

2006-05-23T00:42:00.000+10:00

today was the day that i nearly laughed my guts out. today was the day that i laughed till my cheeks went sore. today was the day i laughed, like there is no tomorrow.

Thanks Jing, Ethel and Davy (smelly, devil & 50cents) for being my motley crew. Like jing said, friends within my evoke set.

I can't seem to put a finger behind the antecedent for my sheer happiness today. Perhaps its that sense of relief that my presentation is over. But I doubt it, given I have one more essay to go. Rather, I believe that being far away from home, even more distant from your loved ones, the close friends that you develop here (not the transient ones though) will be your source of comfort.

So I am happy, even though much of our laughter today stems from the expense of the other. Sick jokes, Dirty ones ( especially from Jing), etc. It was as though a laughter was on sale and we bought it wholesale.

But to add to all the highs, the lows come crashing you down. For I know graduation will eventually lead to separation. So like everything in life, every ending seems to be bittersweet. But i take heart in knowing that these are the friends who brings out the youth in me, despite me being at a grand age of (drumroll please) 26.

Handsome, Devil, Smelly and 50 cents

Somehow you me and them

Somehow us and we

Somehow tomorrow holds it all

Somehow parting it will be

Certain laughs bring us joy

Certain in both you and me

Certain time will keep its march

Certain friends we will be

(Rahman, 2006)

my tribute to boon + pang

2006-05-11T01:43:00.000+10:00

aren't they just sweet *winks

my friend the pilot

2006-05-11T00:51:00.000+10:00

CONGRATS RON!!!!

now go practice ur "welcome on board SQ##...".
i know u will ace them interviews (time to plot ur revenge on those top 10 dude)

and hey, thanks for LETTING ME KNOW!!!!!

xian, thanx for being a trusted informer, all those 20cents invested in ur cab fare share did not go to waste =)

Rubix lurve HCM!! says:
rahman then hw nw?....feign ignorance or i did tell u?

like back in mono: relieved says:
im not going to feign anything

like back in mono: relieved says:
im gonna tell him that u tell me

like back in mono: relieved says:
u might as well tell him that u told me

Rubix lurve HCM!! says:
best

like back in mono: relieved says:
in fact...im going to blog abt it

Ron...u better start sharpening those nails ok? dont say i never warn u matey.

losing my mojo

2006-05-08T05:56:00.000+10:00

im lagging big time.

i need someone to kick my ass right now. i refuse to be mediocre, yet my efforts scream lacklustre. I am not in the best frame of mind to do any work. I know this sounds like an excuse given I've blamed it on my state of health some time back, but they are valid excuses.

I refuse to be like everyone else. As much as i hate to admit it, i am extremely competitive. I hate to lose. But realistically, I know the reports I am about to submit does not have enough depth, at worst it will be below average. I have lost all my drive, my mojo and as boon says it my 'kung fu'.

goodbye dean's list...hello grade 4. fuck!

i really could use a hug right now

somebody?

anybody?

please?

life aint a pack of twisties

2006-05-07T14:21:00.000+10:00

burnt out.
ive caved into a hole too deep
exhausted
from efforts to scurry out
like im skinned alive
a long painful process.

put oil rahman!!! juz one more report!! psycho babble not working for me right now. It aint fun having 2 reports due a day after the other. It aint fun when both reports require so much of my time. It aint fun when I'm done with 1 and I have lost the mental capability to start on the other. It aint fun when its due Mon and Tuesday.

someone get me out of here. PRONTO!

plehgm galore

2006-04-30T09:25:00.000+10:00

2 mid sems done, now I've got a moutainous task of conquering my assignments.

Current state of heath is really impeding me from any optimal performance. Been coughing like a trigger happy hyena, chest hurts like an army of germs fighting a warfare across my lungs, head throbs like im hung upside down on a pendulum.

damn.

I feel as though I'm Boon and Peng's love child. "eat this cough syrup, eat this vitamins, etc" lovely parents they are =)

Been stuck to Jay Chou's Feng of late. I'm choosy with music. but cut wrist music i like, even if I dont understand what it's about. But its the mellowness coupled with his melancholic delivery that compels me to listen to it over and over again...

suicidal sanctioning, literally

2006-04-27T21:25:00.000+10:00

i was trying to nap earlier and my quizzical mind began pondering..

If committing suicide is an unlawful act and should the person successfully executed his/her suicide, will he/she still be sanctioned by the state?

Should his body be sent to the mortuary, and say if its punishable through the use of the rotan, will his body leave earth with cane marks engrave on his ass? But I hardly doubt this, for the act of caning is to inflict pain and marks as an indication of remembrance, thus a dead person can't feel that affliction nor have any memory capability ( Let's not dwell into afterlife here).

Or perhaps, he/she will be fined. Who pays to the law enforcers then? The family? What if the family refuse to pay, as rightfully they did commit any 'crime'? Will the corpse be sent to jail and literally rot to death on grounds of failure to pay or inapplication of bailor?

hhhmmm but then again, nothing might happen. Committ suicide, police comes in, body to be identified, body is buried/cremated and cleaner cleans the site.

oh post note: I am not thinking of committing suicide, i love my body too much to commit to such.

this i hate

2006-04-26T08:50:00.000+10:00

2 mid sems this fri and sat *hyperventilates*
Europe report due 8th May *research done, have yet to type*
Policy and Strategy report due 2 days later (i think) * have yet to do anything*

Sleep like a freaKing sloth *everyday*

I really need to turn back time. No, i think i need fairygodmother instead.

the end is soon to come

2006-04-22T11:55:00.000+10:00

nothing much interesting happening in my life;mid term break is soon to be over and I shan't bore you guys of how I spent it cooped up mulling over my reports and exams. To think everyone else went away for a short holiday, how exciting can my life get.

Anyway, convocation date has been finalised. 21st of July. I know its very much a cliche, but time really flies so damn fast. Homecoming is much anticipated, albeit a mixture of feelings stirring in my gut. I'm looking forward to coming back to my loved ones, joining the rat race, and earning my dough (at 26 theres a conscious call for self-dependency nagging in my head). On the other hand I will miss living on my own, life as a student, friends that I've made, etc.

On a random note.. Caught V for Vendetta the other day, worth watching guys!! Very thought provoking and brilliantly scripted. Watch it with an open mind, for it is not the storyline that makes this movie, rather the hidden messages and its ideals.

I'll end it off aptly with a quote from the movie itself

"The people should not be afraid of the goverment,

the government should be afraid of the people".

but if the government gives me money, I'll be very happy!! haha i'm kinda cheap to please =)

Just some shout-outs

Ron if you are reading this, say it V for Wendetta..hahaha, u're a nutter!! and good luck with it alright?!! Somehow I think i feel more excited than you.

Xian aka Rachel happy 25th in advance!! Wish I'm there with the rest to usher the mark of your quarter life crisis. I miss you my 20cent-cab-share friend!!

Jing happy 25th, I'll be seeing you in about 6hrs from now.

of zombies and friends

2006-04-06T05:43:00.000+10:00

Its 5.42am as I am typing this. To think that I have classes from 9am - 4pm later. No I do not suffer from Insomnia (it better not be). I screwed up my sleeping pattern once more. Did manage to sleep, only to discover it turns out to be a nap for 40 or so minutes.

I do not plan to sleep and chiong the whole day later. Very gungho, I know, but I refuse to skip my classes because of my bloody haywire sleeping habit. I reckon I’m gonna be a zombie walking in campus constantly cloud 9. gah!

So I began looking through my countless of photos stored in my laptop. How these (photos) are the only source of comfort to those whom I've left dearly in Singapore. How many of them saw me once as a bubbly 'yak-alot' extremely extroverted teenager to someone who now has lost his fizzle. Which is good I suppose, for people take me more seriously in a way.

I was talking to a friend the other day, of why I do not like to mingle with strangers. I mean, its not that I am a social-phobe, but more of a preference. For what's the use of putting up with superficiality? The prophecy of 'quality over quantity'. The comfort in knowing that I have enough friends whom I can connect with on a deeper level.

Thus, my belief of "friends being a phase of life". How you tend to make friends at different stages of your life (pri, sec, army, work, etc) and how those friendships tend to end once whichever phase is over. If you are lucky, they continue on and see you through the next phase, but reality is, most will just be blending with thousand other faces that roam the streets. You bump into them, out of formality say hi, and exchange numbers, only to not call that person ever.

So why bother making friends then? Personally me thinks, everyone seeks some form of companionship, their own comrades for that matter. It's like the Maslow Hierachy of needs, that is, the sense of belonging. Then again, you might never know if they might be "quality" unless of course u give it a go. But of course, truth be told, most will turn out to be just a hi-bye friend whom you meet up maybe once a year, for a reunion just to reminisce the good old days.

The main reason why I don't socialise much might be due to my past. For I was once very sociable, making friends with every mother's son/daughter (pardon my crudeness). As I grew older and when most got attached, start working etc, it then became an arduous process to juggle the different groups of friends. I try not to be biased and balance the groups equally. But it was never easy. Such, I paved my way out of some of them and still feel guilty to an extent till today.

So I chose quality over quantity, so i became cynical and coined "friends being a phase of life". All stemmed from experiences and the fact that I never believed in Friends Forever (can someone already kill those damned teddy bears?!!)

That's why I became to develop an attitudinal attachment to my friends whom I am ever close to and cherish, who are the rare breed of friends that surpassed that stage where we once started off as friends.

damnit it!! Why am I writing this bullshit?? its gotta be the aging process...I can't believe i wrote all that crap at this ungodly hour..but nonetheless my stand still sustains.

I abhor Micheal Porter

2006-04-02T18:27:00.000+10:00

I realised that studying and blogging are positively correlated, that is, I have a high tendency to blog when I am studying. And i'm blogging now for the various reasons:-

1) I hate Michael Porter and his blardy 5 forces analysis
2) He is a geek with caught-in-the-80s-huge-ass-framed-specs and making loads of money
3) I have been reading ever so slowly and still facing hard time digesting whatever he's trying to say
4) Thus he makes me feel dumb despite TICKLE's super IQ test results , where i am supposed to be a creative theorist(a highly intelligent and complex person) and that with a score of 125 is smarter than 95% of those who took the test
5) now because of Michael 'caught-in-the-80s' Porter, instead of being on a high, what's with the ego feeding courtesy of Tickle, I am now feeling as though Tickle is just tickling my balls and screwing up my mind!!!

Damnit!!

Anyway, yes, my group did darn well for the IMC presentation & report. Got a grade 7 for it...I'm sure you guys know how I love plugging myself...so here's what my lecturer said

*warning ego boost overload*

"YOu guys were really professional"
"You guys were really good, I will remember your presentation for a LONG time"
"Thanks for that effort"

aaahhh...Tracey Dagger, have i ever told you that i love you!!! An old adage says " a way to a man's heart is through his stomache" but i totally negate that saying coz the way to my heart is through my EGO" so go on..feed me with words..hahaha

Sorry larh, humble pie just ran out at all stores. *grinz*

Ok ok, i was supposed to take a dump 10mins ago. Shall deposit my nonsensicals along with it... And back to MICHAEL PORTER!! urrghh!!

FEED ME!!

2006-03-22T15:06:00.000+10:00

*breathe*breathe*breathe*
IMC (integrated mktg comms) is taking too much of my time. This is supposed to be my elective damnit!! Im now stuck, meandering along an intricately woven trek. Its my final semester and damnit!, i've been working my butts off, studying/doing my assignments, when its only the 3rd week of uni.

I think i need to take some chill pills. I think I have to remind myself to eat. My ever fluctuating weight is going downhill it seems. At this rate, I think I’ll be just skin and bones, a reminder of the boys in Mozambique.

But anyway, hopefully all is good, for Friday is the presentation for IMC. Then comes maybe Karaoke (yeah, I’m a boom box slut, give me a mic and I’ll go tralalala), a proper dinner, etc..with Davy and Jing (my group mates).

Oh I SOO NEED MY LIFE BACK!!! I have not been watching TV. YES I HAVE NOT BEEN WATCHING TV!!! I'm so pissed with myself, TV is the love of my life, my passion, my everything!!!...Take away my arms if you want, but never, never ever remove a TV from my sight.

Speaking of TV, had a horror fest at my place the other day. Shutter (3rd time) followed by Emily Rose (quite a dismay given i've heard so much hype abt it)

He aint heavy, he's the Shutter!!!

Ain’t heavy my ass, nearly broke my bones carrying Davy. That was the last form of life I had. Back to my books for now

Finally a post!! DAMNIT!!!

2006-03-15T16:54:00.000+10:00

Somehow I forgot that I once used to have a blog. That or my mental thoughts seems to have stagnated since I've moved on from my quarter life crisis (read: turning 26 *gasps*). But i do suspect that the blogging fad seeks no interest in me no more. (like many among others being forgotten easily from low-attention-span-me).

I seriously ought to start with my Integrated Marketing Comms report, but i am digressing.. doing everything but that. (now I know why i am here). Its the 3rd week so far, and i have reclused myself in the company of my readings. I think I am becoming a geek. I think I will be growing old, living alone and eventually die as my decomposing body is slowly eaten up by maggots. Reclusive state cultivates morbid thoughts. How nice...

Anyway, yes, I have moved to Taringa. In a spanking new apartment (ok not really spanking but its amenities and lobby deserves that titlement) albeit filled with the aged who seems to have seen a better life in thier yesteryears (read: wrinkles, sagging boobs, etc) .. It must be THEM!!! these old people!! they are the reason for my melancholic state!!

I think I miss my friends that i left in Singapore truck loads. I miss Ashley dearly too..life in brisbane seems different without that girl whom i've always adore like a lil sister.

I think I need to take a walk. screw that, the slopes here are enough to induce a heart failure. I think I rather smoke instead.

That's all.

Grouses from the urban jungle

2005-12-18T01:52:00.000+10:00

My money is fast depleting, god knows what I have spent my money on. Somehow I wished I had spent that money handing out to kids living in a life filled with drudgery in Mozambique, Chad, Sierra Leone, Ethiopia, Malawi, etc(sorry, Tourism Geography lesson is kicking in). I won’t feel guilty that way.

'Life in Mono' aptly describes the lifestyle I have adopted since I got back. Waking up past 4pm, sleeping past 6am and going out on every single day. Quest for internship didn't fall through as both the companies I applied for did not want to hire someone who can only work for less than 3mths.So the boxed space in my 'Things-to-do-in-Singapore' list remains unticked for 'GET A BLARDY JOB'. (It’s ticked for 'BUMMING ON MY ASS' though; yes I am contradicting, I know)

I still hate the crowd that packs the streets everyday!! I wish I have some superpower that clears the crowd 5m radius away from me. I am not asking much, just 5 metres!!! It is blardy hot here, thus give me the breathing space and a perspire-free day. I will stop winching and grumbling then.

So my dear friends, till that day arrives, you can warrant me an arrest should I cease complaining... urrghh!!!

back in the sunny island

2005-12-08T02:05:00.000+10:00

and so i'm back.
to this scorhing heat
with beads of perspiration flowing off my face
my armpits in constant need of deodorant
the need to clammer up to my hole
as the crowds throngs past.
the crowds..the crowds..

Got my ass back in this sunny and oh-so-crowded-i-need-to-jostle-with-them-crowd island on 25th of nov. Surprised my family and friends as no one knows I was coming back.

Been off to simpang bedok, sipping in the air (albeit a tad polluted) surrounding it, for 4 nights in a row since I got back on day 1. Its been good to meet up with friends that i have left, knowing that they are still the same-old-same-old kakis that i still have.

But now I’m back, somehow, something inside me yearns to get back to Brisbane again. To escape the crowd that herds every time I turn left and right. To escape the sweltering heat which never fail to test my patience. To return to the graciousness of Aussies, an attribute lack in Singapore no matter how much the govt calls for a gracious society.

It turns me off every time I take the public transport, people rushing in once the door open trying to clamber aboard with hopes of a seat. People who can't blardy mouth the word thank you when u open the door for them. Retail staff who stands ard even though it's apparent you are in need of help, etc.

Oh come on Rahman! You’ve been away for only 10mths!! Oh so they say. Weirdly enough that 10mths seems eons as i soon forgot how scorching the sun can get, how queer our society is and how Singapore is now infested with run-out-of-the-mills mats, minahs, bengs and lians. I do not discriminate them (ok maybe a lil) but I’m put off at how young they are.

But most importantly, I think I want to go back and finish my degree as soon as possible. For someone who once owns his own disposable income, im now on a guilt trip; relying on my mom to sustain my daily living. I’m all of 25 afterall. Heading towards the late 20s come Feb 6 (yes ppl, i am shamelessly advertising). Its high time i provide my mom with the dough.

Oh a brighter note, I did quite well for my last semester. So the mugger proved his point!!..haha

the nights once spent at simpang

2005-11-16T06:19:00.000+10:00

to my friends, whom i've not seen for the longest time. who misses me sorely. who continues my legacy by reliving those nostalgic memories and walking down that historical path in remembrance of our days spent. who at times, partake in those things that is me, just for the heck of it. who's able to see me beyond the blemishes of life, ignoring those idiosyncracies and accepting the package that makes up who i am. this one is for you ...

Run - Snow Patrol

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Anyway from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
I just want to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Thanx guys, for that source of encouragement, motivation, etc. For those long distance calls (although im the one who's calling most of the time). I don't need many friends in life, for im contented in the company that you guys provide. and yes larh, i miss you so.

ok, this song is in my head for god knows why. (you know i have a penchant for cut-wrists music). till we meet again my crimson buddies.

ps: i aint naming names, i don't want to be pelted with eh-what-abt-me remarks. but you guys should know who you are.

bring in the exams!!

2005-11-12T17:18:00.000+10:00

1 paper down (last saturday)
3 papers to go (17th and 2 papers on the 19th).

Everyone goes ' wah..so lucky, your next paper is a long way to go'.

Hello? Total bullocks can? It may be a long way till my next paper, but I have 2 freaking papers on the 19th!!...

I think UQ admin hates me. First, they gave me a crap exam timetable in which my papers spans from the first day of the exam period right thru to the last day. Secondly they allocated 2 papers for me to take on the blardy same day.

Guess what's ironic?? Some weeks before the release of the final examination timetable, they sent an email to all students; and it goes something like this.

This semester's exams will commence on a saturday, instead of monday. This is to prevent students from sitting two papers on the same day.

So they screwed me up 2 times over...brilliant!! How brilliant!!....

So anyway, due to my so called long 'lull' period, i decided to pace my revision, alternating between subjects. But guess what?? Studying I have not. What i have been doing is sleep, watch TV, nap, etc. Maybe I did study, but only for some mere minutes, before my eyes start straying afar.

Doesn't help I’m now hook to juvenile games on miniclip which Jon intro-ed to me...this is wrong, how very wrong..........

Eng Kiat is HOT HOT HOT!! part 2

2005-11-01T02:00:00.000+10:00

ahkiat83@hotmail.com says:
wah lao .. delete . leh

ahkiat83@hotmail.com just sent you a Nudge!

concomittant variables and other stories says:
hahaha...funny wat
concomittant variables and other stories says:
dont wan larh
ahkiat83@hotmail.com says:
later one of my gf saw your blog.. .. then they know that i am a multi-timer..

Wah!!! so much for extra virgin oil...he is in fact the virgin oil rigger!! hahahhaa

Eng Kiat is HOT HOT HOT!!

2005-11-01T01:48:00.000+10:00

i have been really down of late. Somehow, even though i tried to pin-point the antecedent to this current state of mine, I just can't seem to point my finger at any. I think its the exam blues. that coupled with knowing that Hari Raya is just a few days away and being stuck here alone. In the solitude of my confined space.

Lo and behold, along came Tan Eng Kiat....

concomittant variables and other stories says:
then ur birthday card make sure draw lotsa love signs ok?
concomittant variables and other stories says:
hahhahahahhaha
ahkiat83@hotmail.com says:
haha... u see ..i got too many gf. . until i dont know what to write to them
ahkiat83@hotmail.com says:
haiz ..
ahkiat83@hotmail.com says:
dont be like mi ..
concomittant variables and other stories says:
yah..YOU HOT STUFF!!

he put that smile back on my face!!..hahaha..Eng kiat you are a nutter!!

solemn memory of the heart

2005-10-30T14:47:00.000+10:00

And so i
r
u
n
speed, picking up speed
to catch you up

Wait. i huffed.with that you were g-o-n-e.
a mirage...juz toying with my mind
my heart

a sickened feeling in the stomache
the wrenching of my heart
the regrets that nagged my back
i was not the son that you would have want.

thus
i shed a tear or two
in remembrance of the times spent with you
The love and that aura that embodies you
i want to touch you.
i want to be spoilt by you again.
i want to be loved once more
i want to talk to you
i want to hear you laugh

Don't look down from where you are
Im not who you want to be
Yet
no not yet
But if you were to..
Don't you shed a tear for me
Don't you worry
For i still love you so
For I still send that prayer for you

This heart, etched deep
with the carvings of your name
This mind, keeps pouring
of you, every bits that i noe of you.

FOr that is what i have left
Your legacy......

Today is 4 days away from Hari Raya. Today is 6 days away from my first paper. Today is that day, 5 years ago, when it felt like someone just tore out a piece of my heart..i love you so.

remorse no more

2005-10-17T00:10:00.000+10:00

So much for being crestfallen and in deep melancholy..for the good people at COLDPLAY has decided to extend another night here in Brisbane!! This i gathered during that faithful 1hr break in uni, where all alone and feeling somewhat desolate, i made my way to the computer zone in the library. (ok this was last thurs, and i have procrastinated in updating this only till now)

I wanted to shout, I wanted to cry, I wanted run and do a choreographed flips, cartwheel and ending with a twist. But somehow, pride and dignity (plus the cool factor) got the better of me. Thus, i orchestrated all those in my head.

Am heading to Ticketek in the city on 18th of Oct to get hold of those golden ticket. Will be queuing there with Royston and Sherwin at 6am sharp. With tickets selling faster before u can say X&Y, it's worth being Singaporean at times (read: kiasu)

PS: Vina, who is FIX[ing] YOU right now??..Tell you what, I'll buy a poster of Coldplay and get it delivered to you. You can put it up in ur room and blast all those tracks from Coldplay (which i suspect you would have burnt). That way, you can pretend that you are right smack in the concert.

the mother of all low!

2005-10-12T23:05:00.000+10:00

i wanna cry..i wanna die..for bloody COLDPLAY tix are all sold out!!

To think i have beengloating to my friends back in Singapore, of how they are missing all the concerts here. Of how when i got wind that Coldplay will be coming here sometime next year on Rove Live, i immediately told my friends that they are missing good shit!. And now..and now..(add dramatical weeps) all the tickets are exhausted. Blardy pirates are scalping them on Ebay.

But somehow, i'm against the idea, it contradicts the moral ethics. I'm ok wif ppl selling stuff on Ebay. But not ppl who purchase tickets wholesale with a notion of ripping off sad sods like me. Furthermore, Chris Martin pioneered (or rather a public speaker) the promulgation of making trade fair. That further hindered me from purchasing from this low scumed profiteers.

So here's what i am planning to do.

1) write an email to Coldplay (im a member of thier website..u noe!) and ask for a free ticket, thru proclaiming that i'm thier biggest fan (for i do not RIP OFF thier music online unlike MOST of my friends..you noe who they are) and that blardy army..i repeat..BlARDY ARMY..ripped my chance of attending thier concert in Singapore by enlististing me 2 days prior to thier gig.

2) Write an email to the promotions company that's bringing them in asking for free tickets on account as above. subnote: i hope that the 2 plans above works..for free ticket = back stage pass. And maybe my face might come on in some press while mingling with them.

3) beg my mom for money and get me an airticket to either Adelaide or Perth where the ticket sales are not out yet. Or melbourne for thier 2nd nite ticket.

4) last resort buy off from those low lifed scums on Ebay!!...

but for now, let me juz continue attending to this misery of mine.

in deep melancholy

2005-10-04T00:57:00.000+10:00

Ramadhan (fasting month of the muslim calender) looms in just 4 hours as I am typing this. This will be my first fasting month away from home. I will miss the sumptious spread of food laid upon the table by my mom before the break of dawn and after dusk. The smell that filters through the whole house of the dishes she whips out from the kitchen. Painstaking for her, which i soon realise the back breaking chore of cooking once i embarked on my academic journey off-shore.

No one to bang on my door repeatedly, forcing me to wake up and eat before the crack of dawn.

No Gelang Serai bazaar, where its filled with the hustle and bustle of ppl hawking their goods and bargaining being exchanged. No ramli burgers, ayam percik (can cry) and dengdeng which feeds this stomache of mine year after year.

No family to celebrate with, the joyful day of Hari Raya where everyone goes out in full force visiting, eating those kuehs, rendangs, ketupats, lontongs(ok i am torturing myself). What's more worrying is that, with me being here, my dad long gone and my mom performing her religious rites in Mecca, my 3 sisters will be celebrating this joyous season on their own. Visions of them visiting relative after relative without a full unit family saddens me so.

in times like these, i wish i would be shipped back home. *sighz*

it takes 10 men to throw me into the pool!

2005-10-03T00:03:00.000+10:00

I was at the riverview tce girl's last night. Bored off my socks, trying to surmount over my endless assignments. What was to be a chill out session between 3 (ashley, kelvin and me) sees others streaming into the girl's apartment. (read: Royston, Sherwin, Phillips, Eng Kiat, Adrick, Junwei and Charlene).

Before long, the night goes on with endless chatter. Jump start to the middle of it, I somehow proclaim arrogantly (though, with true fact) that it takes 10 people to throw me into the pool. I somehow wished i would have just kept my mouth shut, in light of the throw-kelv-in-the-pool saga. (see post below).

I pretended to be all so nonchalant about it, knowing that the guys were orchestrating their plot between themselves in mandarin (phillips: i understand mandarin). Thus, i made my way to the door on pretense that 'hey we should be heading back, the girls need to sleep'.

I don't know what got into me, and suddenly made a mad dash for home (about say 500m away). A fool i was, with 1) a nestle crunchie tub of ice-cream (which the girls call me a cheapskate for bringing it home..hey!! its blardy crunchie icre-cream, i would be glad to leave it to you guys if its home brand!!) 2) a fourskin bag containing the ice cream (which gave me the moniker of an uncle from the sight of it) and 3) my blardy loose slippers (which goes flip-flop-flip-flop-flip-flop).

I should have just removed the slippers and ran barefooted coz very soon Phillips and EngKiat caught up with me. So the 3 of us were standing by the road, with me holding on to a railing, in what looks to be compromising position (read: threesome). So the rest came after (Adrick, Kelvin, Junwei and Charlene) about say 10min later. Not to outdo what I have initially boasted (of having 10 guys to throw me into the pool) i mustered all the strength and dexterity, twisting and turning to make what seems to be a seamless 5 man job, difficult.

And proved it i did, albeit having to fake that i was in excruciating pain. I went 'OOOWWW!!..MY BACK!!, MY FREAKING BACK!!'. and so everyone froze in their tracks. Suddenly everyone were concerned (so touched..FOOLS!!) and started asking me if im ok et al.

I got up from the ground and realised that whilst i was putting on that act, my front was actually on the blardy soil!! so i got my blardy skin exfoliated. I pretended all these, till the guys decided to put it to a stop and Eng Kiat and Phillips headed for home.

I had to put up with so much verbal abuse when the rest got to know it was all and act. Kelvin, in particular went, ' i feel so cheated!!'..hahahaa.
So now i get very wary of going to the riverview tce boys' and girls' for i know somehow, i will be sure be thrown into the pool

Lesson learnt? 1) keep my mouth shut the next time 2) don't be a cheapskate and just blardy loose the ice-cream 3) drop the fourskin bag (running in the middle of the night is uncool, running with a fourskin bag is unglam) and 4) just screw the slippers and go barefooted.

but nonetheless, it takes TEN people to throw me in, so next time guys, round up your army first before you even think of trying!! <--- so much for keeping it shut!

My Spring Getaway

2005-09-29T17:05:00.000+10:00

Not too my surprise, i end up in Noosa with my hideous belching belly. So much for exercising.

So anyway, Mid term break commenced last saturday, embracing this welcoming change with much delight (so much so i flipped and somersault-ed). Reckon, it was that much needed break given the torrential amount of assignments loaded on me this semester.

term break kicked start with a party at Lionel's huge (make that mammoth-like) house in Gold Coast with games, booze and the oh so glorious food ( nasi lemak courtesy of Bjorn..CAN CRY!!). 2 eventful things happened.

1) the stove caught fire, breaking out into a blasting inferno (ok point exaggerated). But it was good enuff for everyone to drop their mouth watering nasi lemak to put out the fire or to look for an extinguisher (which was non-existant). Panic like hell!! Fire was finally put off with a wet blanket(i got a feeling its an expensive blanket) after much deliberation.

2) Kelvin got thrown into the pool. We played some games. Someone suggested that instead of drinking the person has to be thrown into the pool along with 2 other people that he has the liberty to choose from. So we all scramed to change into a proper 'throw-into-pool' attire. Blardy pussy Kelvin went to hide and ended up being the sole one thrown in. Took a freaking long time to find him (thats how big the house is)

Woke up feeling groggy. But it didnt deter my will for a really good trip. Left for sunshine coast after bidding farewell to the guys at strawberry farm.

Blardy long journey. We made some pit stop (for i have to shit!). Decided to give the Big Pineapple a go. Ain't much to do there, typical tourist attraction that charges monopolistic prices. So our journey continues

30 mins later, we finally reach our accommodation. Blardy hell! It was a blardy run downed towhouse with creaky floors and 1 pathetic dim-lit toilet that smelled like an indian (as kelvin puts it) with a run out of mill office. the accomodation has 3 establishments; wistari (which i first booked for but was changed due to additional no. of pax) costa bella (which i wanted but was fully booked) and malaluka (which was looks deceivingly good in the website). So we got out, forfeited our $120 arising from cancelation charges and settled for Noosa Accomodation which was so much better!! (kelvin goes: QUICK BEDS!!!)

The next day, we 'hiked' in the Noosa Nature Park along its coastal trek, where i was mesmerized by the picturesque landscape of the beaches. Got tired, turned around and headed for the beach. I wanted to blardy Kayak by the noosa river and enjoy the sights surrounding me. But blardy no one wanted to kayak with me. So we settled on surfing. But blardy wind was too strong, thus the waves weren't surf-able. Oh well, so we amused ourselves gallivanting by the beach and being scorched by the sun.

Ok larh, blardy lazy to type. All i can say is that Noosa is a beach town haven. The beach, various range of shopping stores, food (from your typical fish and chips to haute cuisines) and activities to occupy. Best is that there aint many tourist, rather aussies that flock up north. the bad? i wish we stayed longer. Noosa I LIKE!

concussed

2005-09-20T23:07:00.000+10:00

i had a concussion. it led to amnesia
these amalgamation of sorts
caused me to neglect
the promise to blog

but don't you fret
i've heard you moping
stop ambling by the aisle
let loose your furrow

for here i am
albeit a feeble attempt
but don't you mock
you blardy hell!!

ok. that was silly. if you think that doesn't sound like a poem, it's suppose to be a rap!! (don't blardy judge me! blame yourself for lacking the artistic flair)

My promise about the perennial war between Alvina and me? Well's its gone void. UN intervened and we settled on a peace treaty. Amicable are we, although I am still being taunted and facing her retorts.

I've been really busy. I hate to write about how busy I am with assignment and what nots. In retrospect however, i have been snowed under and caught within the whirlwind of reports galore. (no point elaborating, you are not interested anyway)

Looking ahead, mid term break is looming around the corner. Am treating myself to a getaway to Sunshine Coast for 3 days. Its about time!!

*i need to start exercising, for i don't want to frolic by the beach with this belching belly of mine. it just doesn't justify this face of mine..doesn't it?

My war against Alvina

2005-08-27T18:07:00.000+10:00

I am now declaring a war against Alvina. She has ante the level of insults and facial abuse on her blog. Im going on a rampage, a blitz campaign to outdo her!!.. Get your armaments prepared Alvina, this is going to be worse than the perennial war between US and Korea, US and Iraq, US and Cuba. If I can be all chummy with Bush, I'll convince him to be my ally and bomb whichever place you are staying in Boonlay.

Its ok to bomb Boonlay. It is aferall so remote and aint much of a dwelling playground for ANY activities. If Singapore is akin to Australia, Boonlay would be similar to that of Uluru. (Uluru is soo blardy ulu it has ULU in it!!).

But i don't partake in politics, and the only Bush i am chummy with are the bushes that i peed on during my 'serve with minimum pride' days in army (ok that sounds lame). So i am left on my own guard, or wits for that matter.
Just too bad that my BRM report and Brand Mgt presentation are the two wars i am tackling currently. Thus, this crusade of mine shall commence by Thursday. In the mean time, be on guard Alvina, for you are in for a big surprise!

I am no ZAIBO!

2005-08-25T22:38:00.000+10:00

i have been getting an influx of comments on my tagboard saying I look like Zaibo/Yusof. Ok, I am exaggerating, there are only 2 of them made thus far. To the blardy people who calls me a friend (hhmmpphh!!) WHICH PART OF ME LOOKS LIKE HIM?

Does Zaibo look like a model?..NO!

Is Zaibo good looking??..NO!

Does Zaino look like Orlando Bloom??..definately not..

NOW TELL ME AGAIN WHICH PART OF THIS...

Looks exactly like me?? HMMPH!!..Here, I took pains in putting up this collage (my first ever ya noe!) to prove my point..go ahead SCRUTINIZE!!

Now tell me where the resemblance lies? If Zaibo really looks like me..he would be a model right now, but he is not, isnt he?

I shall get even. Kelvin Loh Wei Qiang, the mastermind behind this malicious slander, you are soo gonna be dead. Such has caused me sleepless nights, paranoia, social phobia and most importantly my precious time. I took time off from doing my report, just to get the photo collage right damnit! (you blardy noe i am not the most savy when it comes to areas pertaining to technology)

So if I look like Zaibo...U shall be crowned TAN AH TECK or MOSESfor that matter...to prove my point, i painstakingly did this cut-out for you..juz for you..hahaha

But don't worry, even though you look like Tan Ah Teck, I still accept you as my friend. Where can you find such nice and magnanimous soul like i am?

Added Entry: Vina you too have been added to the Under One Roof family. The Zaibo in the tagboard is so obviously YOU!!..I chose 2 fugly pictures of yours. But i can't decide if you should be Daisy or Dolly..what do you reckon?

My reverie

2005-08-23T22:49:00.000+10:00

i realised that i am not that patient afterall. That i concluded during one of my lecture today. Facilitated by this really old chap who slurs and have no clue on the TIME MANAGEMENT. In other words, he's your type of lecturer that would elaborate in lengthy details only to find out time is running out and skims through every other slide thereafter.

My reservoir of patience soon went dry and I was attempted to walk out of the lecture. But walk out i did not. Agitated throughout i was.

But then again, i was quite on a high, for XXX (this girl i have been ogling at..her legs..oh her legs!!) tapped me on the shoulder and offered me some Starburst during the lecture. I was smiling from ear to ear that I had to keep a mental check to stop grinning every now and then.

Found out that she is attached to. Oh well, reckon I just have to be contented that the sight of her is something to put my mind off boring lectures. (she attends 2 of my lectures).

On another note, I have loads of assignments to complete and tons to read. All submission within a space of 5 working days. I am really frustrated with the amount of work I have that I am really tempted to bang my head at the wall ever so often. I nearly did, though stopped when i chanced upon the picture of myself and thought, 'how could i spoil god's creation of perfection?'. ok, ok not so perfect. give me a break guys, times i like these, i just need to indulge in self glory. Can?!

*sighz* back to my assignment. contemplating on soaking myself in the bathtub..i need to destress. If only XXX (her legs! oh her legs!) is with me....

the long awaited post

2005-08-10T23:52:00.000+10:00

Yes, yes i have not been blogging. Please spare me your constant nag. I know that you guys been coming here ever so often, only to be dismayed (with tears welling up your eyes) by the fact that this blardy blog has been pretty much dormant of late. I have been busy with activities (read: sleeping and bumming my ass).

To those who branded me as a chao mugger: I wish i have been mugging but i am really behind in my readings. Trust me, August ain't going to be rosy for me, for I have 3 assignments due by end of the month..damnit!

Sydneysiders (Eric and Steph) are here for a visit and i am being as hospitable (hospital in eric's skewed vocab..haha) as i can. I ain't got much time to blog but heres a brief rundown of what happened after the fantabulous road trip to NSW (screw the pics, its way too yesterday and i am too lazy to upload them)

1) sometime in July - Trip to Dreamworld ( Eunice and Alvina: where's my pics??)

2) 20th July - attended 2 graduations ceremony in 1 day ( Shawn, Alvina, Debbie, Eunice and Grace C)

3) sometime later - Shawn's farewell at Hog's Breath and get together at the Riverview Tce Boys' (1 fren down)

4) sometime even later - Eunice T, Grace S and Ruth's Housewarming Party

5) the day after - Eunice W left Brissy for good ( 2 frens down)

6) the day after above - Debbie's farewell: Dinner at Darra followed by Karaoke (3 frens down)

7) sometime in Aug - Farewell BBQ for Alvina at Riverview Tce (4 frens down)

8) 9th Aug - NDP potluck at Riverview Tce girl's ( everyone or almost, was in red/white. blardy computer was lagging so we missed the whole parade..damnit!)

9) 11th Aug - MAMBO nite at Club Mercury (event by Singapore Student Society), hardly played retro music. Blardy hell!! I was looking forward to flailing my arms once again like how it was like in good ol' Zouk when i was 18!! Did i tell mention that I was nominated for BEST DRESSED?? 1 winner, but it wasn't me (it was obviously rigged, for the winner was just wearing a normal polo T, which i suspect is from Crazy Clarks..hahaahah) Blardy cheapskate! Not even a freaking pen for the other 4 nominees ( that's the least they could do for making me squirm like hell under the spotlight..arrgghh!! i hate clamouring for attention) See pic here or here or here

10)12th Aug - Eric and Steph's arrival, head to Exchange for clubbing, again!

11) 13th Aug - Goldcoast followed by clubbing at Downunder (yes..3 days in a row, i was dead tired) Something happened, which I know should not blog abt (guys, i just need to keep this as a personal entry) I was faced with an uncomfortable situation which i felt lousy thereafter. I wish i wasn't egged on, for it just excarberated the whole situation. I let my vices down and everything started rolling before my blurry eyes. But i left it just like that as I don't want to morph into the person whom i hate to be. I don't want to end the night with regrets. I am not that kind of person. (i can't leave much details, as said, this is a personal entry)

So yeah, that's about it. Have been really busy as you can see. I should be studying. But I have yet to lift a page (ok i did, but its not going as planned though). Shall try to put up pics the next time. In the mean time...GIMME A BREAK!!..i did BLOG!! albeit a tad too brief..

bad karma

2005-07-18T09:14:00.000+10:00

i know i was supposed to upload the pictures and pen my thoughts off about details of the roadtrip. However, this being a uni semester break, i have granted the leave application of my brains as well. So details and pictures of the trip will be posted up once my brain returns.

On another note, i woke up damn early today (at 8.30am) to sign-on for my classes. Everyone or should I say every Asian in UQ are awake extra early just to 'chope' their ideal timetable. Reckon kiasuism is like a tidal wave that hits across every Asian nation.

So anyway, the blardy server was taking a long time to be accessed. But patience must be perservered. So i waited for a good 40mins before i got this

mySI-net is currently unavailable.

System maintenance in progress. Please retry in 30 minutes.Application Server Down
Thank you for your patience and co-operation.

Blardy hell! The system toyed with my feelings! I feel manipulated! I feel dirty (ok abit extreme). Thank you for your patience??..that must be an innuendo! it's just some fancy word for -

THANK YOU FOR WAKING UP EARLY, WITH MUCH HOPE TO SIGN IN, PERSERVERING DESPITE BEING SLEEPY. THANK YOU FOR WE HAD OUR LAUGH; THE JOKE'S ON YOU MATE!!

I bet the IT guys in my uni are having a ball of a time, knowing that every DAs (Dumb Asian) are waiting anxiously, trying to sign in. Blardy IT geeks.

And you think that's bad. I just got in (FINALLY!!) and tried to sign on for my tutorials. But somehow my slots are not yet opened!! so i tried to refresh the page again and again.

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That's because they changed the bloody slot 'choping' time!! AAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHH!! i feel like pulling all my leg hair out!! ( coz it hurts more) They oh so conveniently changed the time from 9am to 2pm!!..i am really fuming mad now!!

I will play a prank on the IT guys in my school. I will make sure I screw thier PC up. You know how obsessed they are with them computers dont you? hhmm..then again it might not be a great idea. They might just go 'yeah! my computer is farking screwed. Excellent! this is a challenge! i just love fixing computers!'

Arrghh...i will just think of some ploy to get even. For SOMEBODY WILL GETTA HURT REAAL BAAAAAAAD!!..SOMEBODY!

back in good ol' brissy

2005-07-13T00:08:00.000+10:00

back from that very much needed holiday, albeit a tad too long. 2 weeks to be exact. i'm now down to the ditches broke!! happy nonetheless that i'm back in the comfort of my crib (MTV-speak yo!) Even more elated that I'm reunited with my comp.

trip was a blast, though it rained buckets..nahh..make that canals, on the first 3 legs of our journey. Other than that everything was a bliss.

i'm too tired to upload photos for i took too many of them and i'm too lazy to choose right now. im also too poop to elaborate more of the trip for i aint got my brains on me today. So photos and more details will be updated another day. Your patience will be rewarded, don't worry. then again, photos of me are always a form of reward aren't they? *grinz*

last, the emo in me would like to thank all those made this trip possible.

1) my travelling kakis - darlene, debbie, elaine, loucelle, eng kiat, junwei, lionel. phillips and shawn. It was a blast. U guys saw me puke...i din mean to puke...but i was sick. you guys noe what im rambling abt.

2) The Mullers aka my Cousin (as if you noe i have a blog, but to thank i muz) for putting me up in the oh-so quite ulu place called Bankstown...and being tormented and bullied by the kids(i.e my niece and nephew)

3) Eric and Steph the Sydneysiders. For making me laugh till my stomache got knotted inside out. that and for being ' im cool like this, im cool like that' ...u guys are nuts!

thats all. Term break continues. cant do much for i am sooo low on dough. maybe i'll just indulge my time reading up my book or rockclimbing. wish school starts. What could be worst than to have all the time in the world but with no money to spare?? *sighz*

all my bags are packed

2005-06-28T02:43:00.000+10:00

Ok guys, my posting will come to a stop for awhile...for

i am going on a road trip!!

WOOOOHOOO!!

Aint too sure when i coming back yet. But for now, I juz hope it doesn't rain...till then, i bid you farwell *grinz*

I am born to be a Go Kart Racer!

2005-06-26T13:11:00.000+10:00

My spending spree continues. Go - Karting this time ard. all 13 of us. Damn blardy fun!! (people who went back to Singapore...u guys can eat all you want..just so u noe, we all had a hell of a good time at the tracks with or without u a!!)

Parted with $35 for 30mins, racing along the tracks. I was damn good at it *thick skin*. Somehow my alter ego, aka circuit driver, took over my body the moment I set foot on the tracks. I was that driver on a mean streak, on pretense that i was Michael Schumacher, trying to overtake every other car in front of me. I proved all my detractors wrong. So what if i aint got no license?? Funny how that guy who aint got no license was speeding by everybody else who seemed to be on a SUNDAY DRIVE!!.hah!! (you know who you are, go bury your head deep now!!..hhmmpphh!!) And dont blame it that your go kart was slow..very convenient hor? Its the skill people (ok, maybe your go kart was really slooow, but for now, let me just indulge in self belief that I am imbued with such a knack can?)

Ok enough ego rubbing. The dosage is sufficient for me to get thru the day. I'll just let the pictures do the talking.

I have a vision...I am gonna win!

Grace, Debbie and Alvina with some random kid (poor thing)

Debbie is yummilicious!

Vina, Grace C., Eunice and Debbie

They aint got no cash, so they had to man the

Go Kart Canteen to get a free ride.

Poor Souls, my heart goes out to them

The Group, less Phillips who's behind the lens

Sherwin and the Racing Champion

Sunday Drivers: Vina and Grace C.

Sunday Drivers: Eunice and Debbie

Reckless Drivers: Bjorn and Grace S.

Eng Kiat (Don't Blame it on the Go Kart lah!)

Half of the Track

Excessive Go Kart makes you go monkeys

Dinner was spent at Jakarta (no we didnt fly to Indonesia) a restaurant in New Farm. Food was damn blardy good!! Beats Dapur Bali hands down!! So good that i cried..the food critique (yes, its an innate skill) gives 5stars!! Tahu Goreng, Ikan Bumbu Bali, Ayam Bakar, Opor Ayam, some lamb meat and Free flow of rice, a total of $16.50 each.

Lamb meat, Tahu Goreng and Opor Ayam

5 stars dinner was followed by 5 stars ice cream located just beside the restaurant. Damn blardy good. Yes, i cried again.. Bought myself a scoop of ice cream for $3.50. I was such a cheapskate, i asked her if it was ok if i'd have 1/2 a scoop of mango and 1/2 a scoop of amereno cherry. She said, ' yeah only for you, coz u are handsome'. Lucky me! But seriously, ice cream damn blardy good larh!

Me, Bjorn, Royston and Alvina

So yeah, it was a one hell of a great day. Too much crying, my eyes went puffy!

the post exam story - Stereophonics

2005-06-25T12:23:00.000+10:00

ok, exams were over 5 days ago (throws confetti, blows balloons..bring on the party!!), or last tueday for the mathematical challenged. I meant to post an entry but have been pretty much snowed under with post exams activity (read: having a GOOOOOD time). That and treating myself to that very much needed sleep.

Ok so what's been happening during these past few days? Lots!! and more to come, this holiday. Which means that my wallet had been scorched, as money have been burnt and it will be in flames soon as I will be spending more on that maiden road trip to NSW come Tuesday. Damnit! Reckon i have to work. Feel lousy if i were to ask more from my mom. I'm all of 25 afterall, I'm a big boy now. Bah!

That aside (think happy thoughts rahman..happy thoughts). Junwei, Alvin and myself went to Stereophonics' concert last friday at The Arena. The venue wasn't that big, think Zouk and accousticaly, it wasn't the best place to hold a concert as the sound was bouncing from wall to wall. Crowd wise, it was mixed with people of varying ages and from what was observed, we were the only Asian guys there.

The concert kicked-off with a guest band (didnt manage to catch their name) at 8.45pm (though concert was to start at 8pm..blardy Aussie!!) performing for a good 40mins or so. They were not that bad I would say, but me being the indie-emo junkie would prefer some other bands any other day.

The 'Guests'

Stereophonics came on only abt early 10-ish. The long wait (burdening my legs as they were entrenched to the floor thw whole tim) was well worth it! Its been a long time since i've ever jumped up and down, head bopping in a concert. They (stereophonics) brought back the youth in me that was lost beneath the abyss of my soul. I told Junwei prior to the concert that I'd rather stand at the back, just appreciating the music. Funny enough, i got myself caught in the moment. Reliving that spirited youth once more.( circa 1997, ash concert) as i jumped and flailed my arms with some aussie blokes beside me (i got separated from Junwei and Alvin). Then again, maybe i was jumping coz of those tall ang mohs who were constantly blocking my view...hhmm..

Now you know why i had to jump...check out those hands infront of me

So yeah the concert.. they started off with Superman (song from thier latest album). Crowd went wild there onwards and thereafter. Fastforward to the near end...They played Dakota (my favourite) during their encore performance. I jumped like there was no tomorrow. Concert ends ard 11.45pm. My legs were sore, neck strained (from the head bopping) and my voice all coarsed. But hell, it was worth every 60 buckerooties that i spent.

merchandise that i bought

Me Alvin and Junwei

The concert made me realise that I too, wanna be an indie rock star. I wanna have my own band, touring around the world. Having fans and groupies idol worshipping my shadows. The band shalt be called...rahman and the rest. yes, you heard me correctly, rahman and the rest. Think it does have a nice ring to it.

so how?..can or not?

my last paper, feels like running 2.4km all over again

2005-06-20T21:50:00.000+10:00

Something's wrong with my blog. I'm not too sure if its just me, but everything on the side panel have gone missing. Profile, archives, tagboard...nada!! Arrgghh..i feel really helpless. Somehow i wish i was more techie, but then again i cringe at everything that is incomprehendable to layman (read: Javascript, C+++, html, etc). *sighz*. Ashley if you are reading this, I need your DIVINE intervention!!..and I will wait patiently till your exams are over.

Talking about exams, done are 3 papers. Yinternational Marrrkeding (say it the Jay Weerawardena way), Financial Mgt and Globalisation & Business. Papers were kinda manageable. Not too hard, not too easy. Given that 2 of the papers are of essay based questions (write till my hands went numb throughout 2 hours!!), it could either go my way or the other. Its more or less the case with every other essay based exams i suppose, no?

And now, I have Business Law to worry about. Unlike most other instituitions, UQ's will not be an open book format. Shucks! The cases I have to memorise, the laws stipulating each case, the sections of the law, the latin words (ab initio, caveat emptor, nemo dat quod habet, non est factum, prima facie ..ok ok ..i am showing off..enough!!).

All those to worry about and yet i woke up at 8pm today!!! 11 hours of sleep!*gasps*. Damn weather!!! why must it rain and be all chilly making me snuggle back to the comforts of my duvet??..why?? why??. I have like 4 more topics to go through and have yet to revise the whole thing again. Guess what?? the papers tomorrow!! Blardy weather!!!

I guess i started steam rolling, preparing for my exams a tad too early. Somehow I just lost the will to study towards the very end. Its like running that 2.4click, hoping to get a timing that earns you that gold badge on your army no.4 sleeve. You run too fast in the beginning, only to find yourself gasping for air halfway through. Your legs begin to feel like lead. That sick feeling in your stomach tempting you to vomit. Cold sweat dripping on your body..so guess what? You pratically walk towards the last end.

(hhmm...sounds like me haha, Sebast if you are reading this YOU ARE A LOUSY PACER!!..SGT Jeremy if you are reading this....Why must i do IPPT every time juz because i have a high silver??..why does those with low-average silver get to blardy slack in the bunk???!! I never did want to achieve GOLD anyway...didn't you not know that i served the army with minimum pride??!!!)

So running that too-fast-in-the-beginning-2.4 click is how i feel now. Though I tend to psyche myself to continue mugging, somehow all that self - motivation is somewhat futile. My brain just refuse to listen to my nagging mouth. Where is Anthony Robbins when i need him??!! haha

The Fight Outside and Other Stories (like Enid Blyton like that)

2005-06-14T01:47:00.000+10:00

Its 1.47am now and my first paper, International Marketing(MKTG 2504) will commence in abt 6hrs time. And no, i don't intend to sleep. Have been sleeping at 7am this past few days, burning the midnight oil ( or wasting electricity is more aptly used in modern society).

It always best for me to study after 12midnight, where there are hardly any form of distraction. No cars zooming by Coonan st, no kids screaming their lungs out by the playground courtesy of Macdonalds( yes it is oppposite my house) no REALITY TV or good programmes for that matter (though i have been missing Big Brother Uplate and David Letterman), etc.

But lo and behold!! Along came this Caucasion guy, shouting his lungs out by the bus stop without any care in the world that big brother, i mean ppl can blardy hear him. Here i am trying to concentrate on my exams and he came along, spoiling my studying pattern. I was curious, so i tried to peer behind my blinds, trying to make out the commotion. Damn! i can't see shit. I proceed to my bathroom, balancing by the edge of the bathtub..i can see...but it wasnt that clear (blardy trees!!) ..Last resort, went to Junwei's ( been persisting to add a link on his name) room and got him to watch the 'show'. We went to the extent of switching off all the lights so that he won't be able to see us snooping on him. Aaahh..better..

Guy was spewing vulgarities on the phone. He finally stopped. Show ends. Resume mugging. But nnooooo...10mins later i hear the shouting again. This time around, there's another voice. Proceed to Junwei's room. A green car with 2 passengers inside. FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT!. To my dismay, nothing of that sort eventuate. Dang! Talk about REALITY!!..very drama..

So i resumed studying or TRY, for that matter. My wandering eyes ended up scanning thru other ppl's blog. Gillian gave me a few good ones. aarrghh..WHY AM I OBSESSED WITH OTHER PPL'S LIFE??!!.I better put an end on this soon..muz be the evolution from watching too much reality shows..*sighz*

I have also realised that my blog seems to take a stance of sounding a tad himbotic and dense. Hhhmm, this is not right. It just doesn't justify my INTELLECTUAL level (dont blardy smirk at me). Maybe I've been reading too many Jason Hahn articles (not blogger, he's a contributor for 8 days). But i take comfort that i do not post entries which reflect on how my days went by (today i woke up at 12noon, i showered, then i watch tv..etc).

Ok enough, back to my revision. I am getting the jitters, its been 3 longs years since i sat for an exam (mid terms were TESTS!!) .

Oh, on one more note, the previous post had some of my friends asking, 'eh how come never pay tribute to us??'. *sigh* The amount of ego boosting i need to undertake..So yes guys, my poly gin gang, my sec sch buddies and my army comrades, i will soon (after exams larh..give me a break) pay u guys a tribute ( macam dead like that).

And before u excitedly proclaim 'OOhhhh..ooohhh!! Rahman's gonna mention us in his blog!!' .. i am gonna stop u dead in ur tracks from the cartwheels u are doing by saying that only CLOSE friends shall be acknowledged. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but to name every ahmad/ah tew/muthusamy will result to more requests from my legions of fans, i mean friends, to do the same.

But cheer up..All is not lost. For $20 i will give you a 4R picture of myself complete with an autographed signature...Collector's item ya' know? How's that?

Those KC girls

2005-06-13T01:48:00.000+10:00

1.38am. phone rings. (insert pseudo Aussie accent). hello?

Doris!!..wait a min, i hear another voice..Janet!!..and another voice..Betty!!

It was a pleasant surprise indeed, them calling me to wish me luck, as i rattled on incessantly on the speaker. Trying to upkeep with this fake accent of mine, knowing how it will irritate them like hell.

Janet.Betty.Doris

Them, Chris and Me on my birthday, Al Dente Trattoria

These are the KC girls. My friends whom i've became close to. Funny how we became this close, given that we knew each other thru that mutual friend whom we are no longer in contact with.

Days of us being 17. days and nights spent aimlessly,smoking over good ol' chua tai ti (is that how u spell it?) together with Ryan, Xavier, Conrad, Ronald, Enne and Yeeling ( i got coke on my pants!!). Billards (sucked and still am sucking at it), hitting town, movies, No Doubt concert and of course Siglap. But with no ryhme nor reason, everyone just parted, and somehow we, who were connected thru them, became close till today.

The 3 girls were there to witness those days where i would dance flailing my arms up and down in a herd like manner to the sounds of retro *gasps*..as we hit Zouk on mambo nites and Samsara on saturdays. (now we juz strain our vocal chords at Kbox, where within the confined room, our aspiration of being a celebrity singer get the better of all of us; less Janet who would choose song but not sing them..but its ok, as long as she pays!!.haha) I would normally hesitate to admit that I was a mambo-goer (its not very cool larh huh), but those days were kinda nostalgic..and i am now in a state of nostalgia *roll eyes*. And..i was good at it, betty's friend can attest to that.

We were that young...Simpang Bedok was always a second home to us. We saw the different life cylce it went thru. From the closure of Zubaidah's, the change of hands of CMK and climating to its commercialised stage now..even though i tend to stray away from commercialised and populated areas, Simpang Bedok with its air of familiarity, remains my watering hole with them and every other friend. Afterall, Simpang Bedok to me, is what Ayers Rock is to the Aborigines.

So guys, thanx for the call. I really could use some familiar voices, whats with the constant mugging that i am going through. And i hell, will sure look forward to u guys and kelvin visiting me next year!!!

(ok ok...their real names are bobo, coco and dodo..i mean Pamela(Doris), Peylene(Betty) and Yenyee(Janet) )

goodbye world

2005-06-10T03:35:00.000+10:00

i am committing suicide..my pill of choice? overdose of mugging.

Yes overdose of mugging, for anymore I will die instantaneously. Too much info has been forced
down this already feeble brain of mine. It is now screaming 'INFORMATION OVERLOAD!!'

Well at least when they find my body, they would go, 'Crikey Mate (like as if all Aussies use that term) this guy died with books strewn around him. I reckon he must be some intellect'. The police inspectors then head back to their station (after stopping by the mall to get some doughnuts) and proceed ever sooo slowly to finish up the report (if aussies were malays, they would go..RELAK LAH BRUDDER!!)

ABC, SBS, Channel 7, 9, 10 will cover the story and run a news bulletin every now and then; 'An intellectual and goodlooking Asian guy was found dead in Indooroopilly due to overdose of studying...all this and more in News Tonight'.

It will be a news bulletin because:
1) No one has ever died from an overdose of mugging
2) A goodlooking Asian is a rare species (within the context of 'eye-got-stamp' Aussies that is)

Not only have my brain been overworked, my mouth is now tired from all the potato chips and chocolates that i have been constantly feeding to satiate this perpetual desire of mine. My crave for a midnight fix at Simpang Bedok is also at an all time high. My mind goes 'Simpang Bedoooook..Simpang Bedoooook'.

Anyway, should i go please make sure that all the TV stations and newspapers use this picture.

And no, i won't ask you not to cry for me. Instead please cry..a reservoir full!! And i don't care if you have to fake it.

its a sad world afterall

2005-06-08T22:43:00.000+10:00

OI!!! why aint there a single soul out there wishing me luck??? WISH ME LUCK DAMNIT!!!

And i thought i have friends...This is a sad world afterall, the sky should have juz fall on the lil chicken head (children story book 'the lil chicken' or something like that), crushing its weedy bones and eyes detached from its socket as they roll on the ground...*sighz* it a sad sad world... and i have turned morbid...

U bloody so called friend u!!..There is a comment tab and i blardy downloaded a tagboard which took me ages to get it rite. The word here is INTERACTIVE!! yes most of the time its about me and i'll be the first to admit i am attributed with a slight form of narcissism, BIG HAIRY DEAL!!

Is it me or is everyone out there suffering from 'cat-got-your-tongue' syndrome? 2 bloody words..GOOD LUCK..very difficult zit??

so WISH ME LUCK DAMNIT!!!

please??!!

Exams Schmackxams

2005-06-05T14:17:00.000+10:00

alright guys, exams are fast approaching. Echoes of my mom going, " i give you money to study or to blog??" are haunting and keeping my conscience in check. Thus i wont be blogging for awhile...then again maybe i would.

Im kinda surprised that I have managed to publish 4 post thus far, well, it sure beats my xanga account where i managed juz 3. So yeah, reckon i will update afer my exams are done, i.e the 21st of june. I know you are not interested, but heres what my exam schedule are like( i dont farking care, die die muz tell!!!)

14th June - International Marketing (8 freaking am!!!)
18th June - Financial Management (8 freaking am!!)
Globalisation and Business (5.45pm)
21st June - Business Law (2.30pm)

Can die, 2 papers on 18th June..bloody hell!! So to study i must. So in the mean time, wish me luck u guys..

Ruth's Birthday

2005-06-04T20:54:00.000+10:00

It was dear Ruth's 21st celebration yesterday held at the home of the Riverview Terrace Girls(i.e Ashley, Gillian and Yiwen). Turning 21 seemed ages ago for me, though it was only 4 years back. I was then living it up, a life of a careless and somewhat mindless youth throughout; till the age of 21 starts beckoning me. The age of becomings...

Looking back, i reckon i have somehow mellowed down. These days, i rather spend time at home (being the TV addict me) or if i were to go out, it will always a get-together over coffee. No longer the spirited youth, who hogs the streets where the clubs call home. It is always nice to travel down memory lane, being that careless teenager again, not caring about the life ahead..all spirited and carefree...but somehow, I am glad i have grown..

Ok, enough melancholy..

Ruth's birthday was splendid. A great way to usher one's turning of age. Reckon there were 20-odd of us . Cake, pizzas, mashed potatoes and the rest (or one) being wasted on beers and liquers in the earler morn. So Ruth if you are reading this.. Happy 21st!! Life has juz begun =)

The Birthday Girl

The Girls The Boys

The Girls and The Boys

Our gift...I-Pod Mini

The Lucky Girl (damint!)

Pleasures with cam, Vincent and Riverview Tce Girls aka camwhores!!!

Yiwen, Gillian, Ashley, Adrick and Luke

Always have protected sex

Everyone wants to be like me..a model

To sum it up, a collage copped off Gillian's blog...

Lastly, Sigur Ros is heading down this part of the earth on 5th August. I am blardy going. Stereophonics on 24th June. Going i am, ticket i bought. Worth mentioning, afterall, every other band seem to skip Singapore..so envy me you muz *grinz*

tech goon me

2005-06-04T17:56:00.000+10:00

i can be such an imbecile especially for matters pertaining to technology. I am all hyped in blogging seeing how fancy schmancy everyone else's are. So i thought it aint rocket science at all to have one that looks all dandy. I am so wrong. Coz blogspot has only a few SIMPLE templates to offer. Anymore than that, you have got to DIY which contains freaking java scripts(are they java scripts) which neantherdal me can't comprehend.

So i don't get it how are there like kids ard thier early teens, who come up with such intricate blogs? So here i am a tech goon at all of 25 who scored a distinction for Business Info Systems and topping my class for the term test in that subject (ego rubbing myself can??..give me a break i need something to feel good) and not having a clue to matters pertaining to computers I remember going to SITEX in sometime Oct or Nov last year to get myself a laptop. Every booth i visited asked "What type of laptop do you need?" and I go "hhmm...I just need a laptop for my studies, something i can type for projects etc" and they go "how many RAMs ? Speed? "

I was like "hhhmm..what do you have to offer?" ( i obviously didnt have any clue what RAM and Speed is considered good these days..but tried to surpress any goon effect by counter asking the above) ...*sighz*

Ok so big deal, i am lousy wif gizmo schmizmo. Ask me abt countries, maps and capital cities, I will bloody answer all of them..ok not all..but MOST! damnit! *growlz*

So yesterday, 'keeping up with the jones' ' me, decided that i too shall have a tagboard, since i've notice its a ubiquitous these days. And to no surprise, i screwed up my blog upon my attempt in downloading. Thank god Ashley came to my help and for about 30 mins or so.. all is good.

In a totally different topic altogether, Junwei and me bought a lil cake for our now-and-then housemate Ruth for its her 21st. Surprised her by her security door and took some pics

Ruth looking Shocked

Junwei presenting the cake

Junwei (selling backside), Ruth and Me

Yeah by the way its really cold lately, my fingers and my toes are so numb i reckon they might juz drop off anytime..*gasps*. To show u guys how cold it is, see below

See damn bloody cold!!...hahahha

victim of corporate sales war

2005-06-01T18:54:00.000+10:00

Threadless.com is selling all t-shirts at $10ea till 6th june!!!!..this is really crazy. I am contemplating whether i should buy any..and such have drove me nuts. Doesnt help that Sales are sprouting everywhere like pimples on a puberty stricken teen. And i have been spending a good lump sum of money on shopping just last month. I am sooo hanging my head low (with a smirking glee on my face thanks to buying frenzy me) at the amount of cash i have spent.

Some time mid may...$155
$60 Riders Jacket from Cotton On
$65 Striped shirt from P.O Box
$30 Striped Scarf from Meyers (bloody now selling at $18 *growlz*)

And yesterday, all thanks to Eunice, we went on shopping at Meyers inconjunction with its Inventory Sale (shopping till 9pm all week..its a big deal ppl..this is Australia). Bought myself a Country Road blue fleece sweater for $55.. 50% discount.

I simply hate competitive reaction, for I saw thru the TV ad yesterday that David Jones is now gonna have its Inventory Sale as well. So Eunice MSN-ed me and convinced me go down- town to shop at David Jones tomorrow. Now i am thinking if i should get my Country Road sweater refunded on the grounds that 'Hey how you doin?(protocal here to start conversation like this) I bought this sweater 2 days back for a friend, and i got the wrong size..can i get it refunded?' I get the refund, use the money to see if there are better stuff at David Jones. If not, i can always buy the sweater again..i am a cheapo can?.

And now, threadless.com emailed me that all t-shirts are going for 10 'can-u-believe-it' dollars. arrghhh!!! i am sooo low on the dough right now. But somehow the temptation is swaying me to buy, buy, buy. i blardy hate it whenever the inner devil speaks in my head.

I have to take into account that i parted with some cash for Eunice's b-day last week, and will be parting for Ruth's b-day as well. I also need that damn moolah for my maiden road trip to Sydney after my exams.

Speaking of road trip, here is what we are planning to do (i noe i am fucking sidetracking..let me yak this out can?..i will get back to the main topic in a while)
28th: depart from brisbane to coffs harbour , spend a nite there
29th: depart from coffs harbour to port stephens, one night there as well
29th: QUAD BIKING at Port Stephens!!!...Hunter Valley thereafter
29th - 1st June: 2 nites in a cottage at Blue Mountains!!!(wahh, got jacuzzi and woof fire place somemore!!)
2nd - 4th june: Sydney!!
4th june - ??: sydney, staying over at my cousin's
a total of 10 pax (junwei, shawn, elaine, phillips, eng kiat, lionel, loucelle, debbie, ruth and me) with 2 cars.

OK now, lets go back to the main topic..so there, i am trying to save every penny and bloody retail competition is underway, swaying poor lil me left right centre. WHY??..WHy cant they have it later?? Why cant they juz not reciprocate to sales promotion strategy for once?? i am now the victim damnit!

I have spent too much honestly, i reckon i need to get a part-time job once sem 2 starts...*sighz* I should be able to manage given my timetable is quite relak(woah! mat speak!). But on the other hand, i am too lazy for i noe i will miss loads of tv! (now dont go nagging, i have a mother who specializes in that, thank u very much)

That or i shall start an internet scam; influencing the gullible and fools to transfer money into my account on a pretext that they are chosen to receive $1m from money sitting in a bank previously owned by the dead. Money to be transfered to my account for admin purposes. U might think this sounds silly..but it happened and is still happening.

Maybe i should start selling pictures of good looking me on the web instead..confirm can fetch a tidy sum.

In the mean time, i am collecting donations for those who are left poor from the hailstorm that hit brisbane some time back. for those benevolent souls out there, please send your donations to

Unit 2, 58 Underhill Ave
Indooroopilly 4068
QLD Australia.

please donate GENEROUSLY!..thank you *grinz*

like a woman going through menopause......

2005-06-01T17:16:00.000+10:00

*test test*
Oh well, here we go again .. after a long hiatus of blogging (not really apt ain't it? given the last had only 4 pathetic entries) via my xanga account, here i am again, making my presence this time in blogspot.

I have no freaking idea what spurred me to blog again. I do reckon, however, it might be the fact that i would read ppl's blogs (both strangers and friends) daily. Yes, i swear daily, just to satiate this voyeuristic mind (fancy word for kaypoh lah!) Or perhaps exams are around the corner and i am channeling all this stress by blogging (this is a convenient excuse to myself, given that i am supposed to be studying).

Anyhows, let me first place a disclaimer: I shall by no means, can promise that i will be blogging every now and then. In fact i wont be surprised if its just one of those impulsive acts that i often partake in. It happened before with xanga, so no expectation my fans..i mean friends *grinz*

So yeah I miss singapore like hell!..like how a woman would miss having her period when she reaches that stage called menopause. Think about it, every girl complains and loathe when her 'sister/aunty/bestfriend/wat-ever-name-u-call-them' comes around. Oh! the cramps, the crankiness, the moodiness, thinking she looks all fugly, the silent treatment, the jealous girlfriend ( ok enough with the dagger stare girls..like take a chill pill, what?? u having period now zit?).. Girls simple hate having menses..have you ever heard of a girl who jumps/summersaults/cartwheels with glee when blood oozes out of her you-know-where? Ok smart aleck, girls that commit promiscous sex *tsk tsk* dont count ( i can go tsk tsk coz i am a virgin..so TSK TSK!!) coz they pratically jump over the roof when blood starts oozing again..oh the joys!!

So my point is, girls hate having menses, but once a woman reaches the stage of menopause she starts missing her 'sister/aunty/bestfriend/wat-ever-name-u-call-them' again. aahh..that is why crankiness is thus permanent from here on, coz they miss their blood (pun intended) sister. Of course they will miss it, given half thier life was spent being influenced by all the TV ads trying to convince them that carefree, whisper and what nots can absorb the most blood, only to find out that Tampons are the best. There are also other reasons like developing magnets on breasts that the south pole constantly attracts down, wrinkles, etc. (ok sidetracking here larh huh)

U guys, see my metaphor? I am constantly complaining whilst im in good 'ol Singapore..the scorching heat, kiasu aunties who never fail to get a seat in MRTs, kiasu aunties who chop seats 'ah sui!!..chi li!..i chop seat for you!!' once they had rushed (pushing everyone in the process) into the MRT, bus drivers who nonchanlantly close the door (pretend never see only) after you huffed and puffed running to catch the bus, the crowd in Orchard, those bloody cheebyes(no not menses, topic on that is over) who never says thank you after u hold the lift/door for them..ok i better stop, for this will drag on till the cows come home and milked till thier udders dried like prunes.

So here i am in Brisbane, thinking of home every now and then, despite all its idiosyncracies. In fact all these idiosyncracies are the reason that make Singapore unique in a very weird sense (weird coz i miss those kiasu aunties and rude busdrivers). No, it is not that I can't adapt to Brisbane, in fact I like Brisbane, just that once I am here, I realised that Singapore is the place for me, a place where I want to stay *boohoohoo*..so touching right? See this is exactly how a woman who've reached her menopause feels, feeling nostalgic over the thoughts of her once having menses, then buying pads even though they are of no use anymore.* dont bloody roll your eyes at me young lady*

So without further ado, here are the top 10 things i miss about Singapore.

1) My family especially my mom (she calls every week!)
2) My friends (you guys know who u are...if u have hesitations if its u..perhaps it is not)
3) SIMPANG BEDOK!!
4) local FOOD!!
5) 24hr access to FOOD!!..anywhere
6) clothes that fit lil me (blardy size S here are like freaking big *bah*)
7) DURIAN ROLLS!! (angie the choice only ok)
8) 8 DAYS!!!!
9) Cheap hairsalons (i cut my hair here for 38AUD compared to 28SGD in singapore)
10) Cable TV wif loads of trashy reality TV (i like!!)

so there..i said it, i am a singapore boy afterall. Can somebody please circulate this to the government so they can make be thier poster boy? and to further prove that i am best suit, i am heading back to my books now (we are texbook based afterall aren't we?) *grinz*