The Greatness -- Defined

2007-08-29T20:46:00.000+08:00

Wah work is really piling up! I've got fake lawyer letters to write, and elections to go for. Yeap once again the yearly CSC elections is upon us, and this Saturday will be another marathon session. Hopefully it won't be as much of a marathon as last year.

14 Hrs.

Yeap.

Anyways, I've graduated. Had to mention this cos i'm posting my Grad photos today!

My usual law buddies. Heavily male-dominated i must say. Pretty girls are welcome to join. Oh I din see Aileen there. Ok MORE pretty girls are welcome to join.

The parents. Most people say i look as handsome as my dad. I dare you to differ.

The Board of Governors on stage. Not very awe-inspiring but quite seh lar. President was there as well. I shook hand with the President ok! Got picture some more! But haven scan yet, scan already then show.

After Convocation! Hence the funny hat.

Zhenqin! Yes he came down just to take photo with me. Also helped me record down the webcast of me stumbling on stage. Thanks bro!

Almost ascending order. Alvin is 3m tall if i'm not wrong.

The Dean and us. He was like Jay Chou that day, what with the millions of people taking photos with him. We had to queue to get a photo lor.

My best fwen Chloe!! Yes she chiong down from NUH to take photo with me too!

And yes, Carine came down too! But much much later lar. Ha.

Ok thats all i have time for. Gotta rush tutorial liao. Sibei sian.

2007-08-23T01:40:00.000+08:00

Sometimes we all need companions. Someone to talk to, someone to confide in. Someone to share your woes, someone to drink with. Someone to talk cock to, someone to joke with.

Its rare when you do find that one person you can do all these with. And when you don't, do seek out your friends, your compatriots to share. They will listen, and they will help.

Thats what we are here for.

2007-08-22T02:45:00.000+08:00

The rest of the Phuket posts will be posted here. You guys are all invited to read about our Phuket trip, and our Japan grad trip. Just don't make fun of our Blog name. Or i will hunt you down, and kick your ass.

Oh, and don't be too envious too.

2007-08-21T01:17:00.000+08:00

Yoz!! Back from sunny Phuket and back to rainy Singapore!

Not.

I can't believe how suey we were lor.

It rained non-stop (incessantly, continuously) for the ENTIRE time i was there.

I mean, people talk about going Phuket for a tan, for a swim, and to give that deathly pale pallor of skin a lovely brownish color.

I actually think i got Whiter from my weekend stint.

That's not to say i did not have fun lar, though it would have been so much more enjoyable (and probably more beautiful) if the sun had peeked out a little more than it did.

Ah but first, the hotel. Now the first thing i do when i check into a hotel is to draw the curtains, and check out the view. (Oh wait, that's the SECOND thing i do; the first is to check whether the toilet got those wash backside sprays...)

And this is my beautiful view:
Yeah! What an achingly beautiful zinc plate coated with rust and paint! Then we decided, ok lar, maybe the hotel view not that good. But we're living just opposite the beach! So of cos we shld head down to the beach and take in that breathtaking panoramic view!

Yeap. This is what greeted us when we stepped on the beach. Oh and that lovely chime of thunder in the background.
Seriously, me and Carine kept wondering: why the hell do people call Phuket paradise on earth. This stretch of beach is Patong Beach, which is apparently the most populous beach there. I was like, huh, we at East Coast ah?

Yes, a picture paints a thousand words.
Oh, and this is our hotel. 3 star only, so explains the cheapness. 90 bucks for 2 nites. But its frills-free, and service-free at that.

Freaking sleepy now. Yak more tml then.

2007-08-17T06:25:00.000+08:00

Hello Everyone!! I'm going to yah yah and tell all of you that i'm blogging from the Airport!!

Woo hoo!!

Off to sunny Phuket for 3 days, and i'll be back all bronzed and muscly.

In the meanwhile, don't miss me too much. Back with pictures to share.

Oh, and please pray for me (for the Christians out there) that it doesn't rain in Phuket. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE.

2007-08-16T01:22:00.000+08:00

Been a long long long time since i wrote anything here. But i've come to realise that a blog is perhaps the best way your friends can keep in touch with your happenings, your life, the good things, and the not-so-good things happening around you. Feeling particularly sentimental tonight, perhaps as a consequence of having to finish up my god-forsaken assignments, and of course while waiting for the long-awaited debut of Carlos Tevez in a matter of minutes.

First up, a short update on what i've been doing with my little life. There's that little thing we call PLC (or Postgraduate Law Course) which has been consuming my waking hours. Not. Ok for the benefit of my non-law friends, who have been asking me for the umpteenth time what PLC means, it simply means a Lecture/Tutorial course over 5 months that will culminate in a very NUS-like Exam. And must pass hor, dun play play one. No pass, no lawyering. Oh but i do get paid in the meantime lar, so neh neh li bu bu to all u poor students.

Dave's Wedding!

We were invited to Dave's wedding last week on National Day and it was a funny feeling to spend National Day celebrating a wedding, but it turned out to be a blast! But on the way to the hotel on the train, got Carine to narrate to me what was going on during the parade. Yes i know i sound suaku, but hey! The world's biggest floating platform stage ok! Mai siao siao!

Dave kindly invited about 20 of us, and we had 2 tables at Novotel, and because i so handsome, i got to sit at the 9 people table, which meant i had 1 1/9 portion of food. Heh heh. But from the hotel we had a fantastic view of the fireworks from the Esplanade area, so the emcees actually cued us to go out to the main foyer to watch the fireworks. Amidst the many awws and fwahs, i must say it was quite romantic to get married on that day, with the fireworks providing a brilliant and illuminating symbol of their marriage. Ok getting too mushy...nah here's the pics

The bride and the groom. But i sitting corner so no nice angle. Sian. Groom looked dapper in a suit, and the bride looked stunning in that turquoise dress.
Mr and Mrs Lim. Looking cock and sian at the same time. (I know they'll kill me for putting this up, but I am quite big sized now.)

My table! Carine says i look huge in this picture cos the girls are all so small-sized. Shit.

All of us!! Hee one big CSC gathering hor this one? Oh and check out EK and Zin, we commented that they did look like the bride and the groom, what with the suit on him and the white dress on her. Oh and check out chloe's oriental get-up. SIA/Malaysia/Philipino hybrid girl.

Food was ok i guess, typical chinois fare like shark's fin, chicken and the dish to end all hungry palettes, orh ni. Oh and i went up for my first-ever yam seng!! Ha the funny thing was, all the CSC guys who went up, went up with orange juice in their glasses. So u see the uncles and aunties in front yam seng-ing with their champagne, while we kids yam with our orange. Cool.

On a sadder note, today i went for CSC Outreach back at good old NUS, and amidst all the usual talkin cock, silly comments, and the meeting of good old frens, i did feel a sentimental pang of sadness knowing that today marks the 2nd last week of my term in office. I can't believe that a year has flown by like that. As i sat chatting with the freshies, and using my considerable charms to psycho them to join our little family, it juz came to me that this would be the last time i would be doing this for CSC. And that very soon, all of us will be forgotten, our time here will simply be crystallised in those beautiful Love Tuner magazines and emails that we've sent out over the past few months. Of cos the single thing i miss most about our term, must be the many, many friendships we've buiilt over the past year. Our meetings, notoriously long, but yet immensely enjoyable and fun. Laughter resounds through the entire clubroom and i cant remember the countless fat jokes we've made at poor janicia's expense. But kudos to her for being a good sport lar.

Gonna miss you all my mates.

Can feel more poignant entries in me.

To all still in NUS, treasure your time in this little family we've built.

2007-05-15T09:30:00.000+08:00

Oh-hai-yoh!!!

I'm blogging from far far away Tokyo, on the second leg of my Japan trip. See i'm so nice to remember to tell my frens how much i'm enjoying myself, while u all are stuck in hot singapore. muahahahahaa!!!

Anyways, Hokkaido was so so so beautifullllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

It was simply breathtaking to take in the sights of Hokkaido, what with the wonderful scenery and the numerous hot springs. Must show off the photos we took. got about 2000 lor, when i get home. heh heh.

Ok now gg off to see Roppongi and Ginza liao. Taking the flight home tomorrow. Sob sob.

2007-04-02T18:08:00.000+08:00

I am super motivated now.

I WILL WORK OUT.

I am so motivated that if i can't get a 6-pec,

I'LL GROW ONE.

Muahahahahaaaa.

Nothing will stop me now.

2007-04-02T00:44:00.000+08:00

Yes i'm working on my little "3000-4500" inclusive of footnotes, but "ideally you should write 3000 words in the main text." essay.

So which is it?

Naturally 3000 words would do. Conciseness and brevity. Heh.

Ok no time to blog. So nah, treat you all to my intro. Power lar. Ha ha.

It is nevertheless arguable that the right to live entails the right to shape one's life, and this right in turn entails the opportunity, if one wishes, to bring one's existence to an end. -Lawrence Tribe (1978)

The necessary by-products of the modernistic revolution sweeping through our world today are the increasingly complex issues that have risen to the fore to question our fundamental beliefs and rationality. The legal, political, and philosophical landscape is dominated by the existence of our right to self-determination, or the principle of autonomy. Thus, a necessary correlation is whether in our pursuit of autonomy in life, there exists also our right to die. In the ultimate analysis, these "right to die" issues and arguments are more than objective facts and scientific truth to be uncovered. Rather, they are socially constructed, culturally defined, and politically mandated . These issues are further muddled when the competent, terminally-ill patient comes into the picture. Debates over life’s worthiness, its intrinsic value, and the ethical concerns must be weighed up against the fundamental right of the patient as a person to exercise his own autonomous choices, and ultimately, to possess the option of ending his own life, if only to alleviate his all-consuming suffering.

In Part II of this essay, I will illustrate the fundamental difference between passive and active euthanasia, and how this distinction affects the issues at hand. Next, in Part III, I will attempt to dissect the sacrosanct principle of autonomy of the individual, and the necessary conclusion leading from the principle; that we must respect the right to die. Following which, Part IV will be an exposition of the sanctity of life, and the various moralistic, ethical, and legal basis for the protection of life. It will be argued that whilst the sanctity of life arguments are easily circumvented by the proponents for autonomy, this applies mostly to passive euthanasia. Where the pertinent issue revolves around that of active euthanasia, the waters are indeed muddled.

2007-03-31T20:08:00.000+08:00

Woke up, read my stuff, ate breakfast.

After breakfast, read my stuff, rest a bit, then sleep.

Then eat lunch, read my stuff again, then surf net a while.

Surf already, read my stuff again, then open door for my mother.

Finish reading my stuff, start penning the structure of the essay, then go shower.

Then blog, then watching a bit of Liverpool v Arsenal.

Whither my life?

2007-03-28T10:56:00.000+08:00

Met a friend yesterday on the train home after another trying night in the library trying to read about how people choose to die. She's doing her pupillage now and of course, the burning question in every law student's mind now is what the hell is pupillage and PLC like.

So of course i had to ask her lar, after making some small talk to set the mood.

And so...

Everything i heard is true: the late nights in the office (she goes home at 9 pm!!!), the scary judges, the amount of work u have to do, and the fact that i have to attend every single class during PLC or else i will kena.

Almost makes me not want to graduate.

There comes a time in your life when you start to question your decisions, and whether you do want to stick to them. I mean, when i first chose to do law, i didn't expect to get in at all, simply because i did not have stellar grades. But the good thing is, i do possess a certain linguistic ability, and coupled with my charisma, and charm, and eloquence, and intelligence, i was a natural choice. Heh.

And of course, the pay is darn attractive lar. Eh a lawyer is ranked at the top of the 6 professions that the Civil Service are basing their salary revision on ok?

But the fact of the matter is, you work for 10-14 hrs in the law firm day after day, week after week. Question then is whether its truly worth it. Its like doing so much research and readings and planning for a 10% assignment: sibei bo hua lei!

Ultimately though, i guess i'll just have to toughen it out for the next few years, and hopefully things will get better lar. Its exciting at the thought that you're going to be a full-fledged lawyer after 4 yrs of hard work (for other people lar, not for me.) Its scary at the same time. Not that i want to belittle other professions ah, but as a lawyer, you face your clients, your partners (my boss lar) and the formidable judges. Thats 3 layers of authority man. No joke.

Anyways, on a lighter note, i have recently discovered the best way to avoid boredom on the commute home. The revolutionary Sony PSP!!!

Watching my fav videos on my brand new PSP on the train hor really makes the journey zoom by. Although there is that little annoying habit of Singaporeans to stare at the screen of any shiny contraption a fellow commuter might be holding. That time i neh si squeeze into a seat between 2 fat guys, cos i wanted to enjoy my show in the comfort of squeezing between 2 fat guys. Later i realised they were staring at my screen. But thats not it. They only stared whenever a girl wearing bikini appeared (i was watching survivor lar, the girls are half naked most of the time) Fatty No 1 leaned so close i could smell his char siew rice dinner lor. The moment i switched to my Pro Evolution 6 then they reverted back to sleeping liao. Horny ass.

Going for NUS Cactus later (err its a dance and musical show...dun ask me abt the name). Need a break from dreary work.

2007-03-26T22:59:00.000+08:00

For all you jealous ppl out there, this is my Hokkaido itinerary for my trip. But dun go and book the same tour hor, that would be so gay. (Click on it to get a better look, and more reason to be jealous)

Beautiful Lake Toya!!!

Beautiful Sapporro!!!

Beautiful Everywhere!!!

My enthusiasm is getting the better of me. Cos i just can't wait to get out of the country. Oh wait, before that, i can't wait to finish my exams. Oh wait, before that, i can't wait to finish my essays. Argh!!!

Anyways, on a lighter note, my beloved MC and i went to Mirarma Hotel for dim sum buffet. I think the 11 of us probably ordered close to 70 Longs of dim sum, the majority of which obviously went into someone's stomach, whom i shall not name lest that person sue me.
But i think the most stunning thing is, Xiqian insisted (and everyone agreed) that we should order

15 Mango Pudding

&

15 Bowls of Watermelon Sago

for the

11 of us.

Even though Terence din want to eat anymore cos he was feeling unwell, so that left 10 of us.

Yes, that was how dessert-crazy we became. But i think this time still not as siao as that time when i brought my army platoon there. Think only got 13 of us, but we ordered so many Longs, that the waitress there stood gasping in amazement at the sheer enormity of our orders. I think she said that we were the group that ate the most. EVER. Needless to say, i walked out of the restaurant with a bloated stomach like this:

Cos normally i got 10-pecs but after the buffet become 8 pecs only lor.

2007-03-25T02:26:00.000+08:00

Argh!!!

*:"*%$#$#!!

AAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thats about all i want to say tonight. Hlog more tomorrow lar.

$$%$&&@@@%%**!!!

2007-03-23T01:32:00.000+08:00

I can't believe how behind i am this semester, but i am. Guess its the final year syndrome ba, where everything academic seems miniscule compared to that big wide ocean we'll be swimming in in a few weeks time (see i'm pretty good with metaphors)

I took a photo today with my Topics in IP Law (D) class. I dunno why its 'D' and no one has bothered explaining to us. I've never taken A, B, or C classes also. Ok i digress.

Anyways, i realised its the first class photo i took in my entire law school career. And its weird taking that photo since out of that class of 30, i know 3. Ha.

I still remember vividly those times in Sec sch and JC where we used to take class photos. Everyone would monkey around, do stupid things like strip each other in front of the camera, or take that opportunity to take a photo with that chio bu that u had never dared approach before (Carine, if u're reading this, i'm talkin about other guys ah...not me!) Those were the wild, fun, innocent days. Now no more liao lei. As i was taking the photo, i was grumbling to my friend about not being able to rush home earlier to read up for my insurance tutorial tomorrow. To which, i'm still only at Pg 2 of 22. Woo hoo!

Think the older u get, the lesser photos u take, and the more serious u look in them. So i shall resolve to look my cutest in the remaining photos i take in NUS!! Not that i'm not cute now.

Oh and for my insurance tutorial, I have resolved to wear black. Why? Cos the professor doesn't call people by name, but by their shirt colors:

"Can that young man in the black CK shirt answer this question?"

"Can that lady in green please take the question?"

"Can that ugly person, yes you, hiding behind your greasy hair, answer this question?"

Ok obviously the last one is fake. I might be like that though if i ever become a professor. Hur hur.

2007-03-22T16:55:00.000+08:00

I know. Its been 3 (alright, 4) long months since i've written anything here. What with writing essays (or pretending to write) and going par-toring, i have had no time whatsoever lar.

The simple reason why i'm typing now, is because i'm in the middle of a rather dry lecture. The topic is interesting though: cloning. Ahh i see lightbulbs being lit up among all of u; i'm sure everyone has read someting about cloning for GP, or at the very least, seen some little nugget of information on the news. Very interesting and morally hazy topic yes, but one that does not beget my attention for 3 hours. I guess with age, my attention span is dropping...oh no!!

Typed some stuff then i realised that it might be very sensitive and cause me to da pi gu, so decided not to post. Isn't it sad that even when we write stuff on our own personal space, we have to self-censor?

Final semester does bring about a tinge of regret for most of us lar. Maybe not the FYP ppl cos they're so swamped and stuck in lab (neh neh nee boo boo i dun have fyp...) but for some of us, maybe u'll feel like u haven done enough in your years in NUS. Before i entered uni, my college friends would drone on to me about how u'll never be able to make close friends in uni, and that your closest friends next time would remain your sec sch and college friends. But shi meh??

I think the biggest, most precious thing one should take away from any phase of your life is the human, emotional connections u make. I'm lucky because i found some good friends in CSC, as well as CAC and i sincerely hope that a few years from now, i can still pick up the phone, dial their number, and talk cock with them. Its always rather sad when u look at your msn list, or phonebook, and realise there are some people that you can't imagine yourself talking to now.

To continue with my rambling, i'm truly and always amazed by some people in school. U see people walking around in barely there tube tops, and ultra-skimpy micro-mini skirts (not that i'm complaining of course) and of cos there are the guys who also wear such sexy attire, like mesh singlets that show off their nipples, or super short FBT shorts that show off their long hairy legs and curly hair from other *areas*. Eew.

But i htink the most amazing thing i saw recently, was this young man i saw boarding A1. The bus was packed as tightly as my 6-pec abs and this guy tried to enter from the front door, while people were still trying to exit (in NUS we do not really understand the concept that one door is meant for exit and the other for entering). Instead of retreating and waiting for the people to exit first, this young man decided to advocate the spirit of the Spartans ("TONIGHT WE DINE...IN HELL!!!) and never retreat.

He pushed his way past all the people (i counted about 10), all the while going "tsk, tsk tsk" and persisted in spite of all the angry mutterings, cold stares, and i think i heard some pretty colorful Hokkien words as well. Power lar.

Oh, and i just bought a new house. Show u all.

Nice right?

2006-12-01T11:04:00.000+08:00

Hmm this new blogger beta got difference from the old one meh? Still the same wat.

Anyways bored so went surfing. Remember that Street Fighter Game that we used to play? U know the real old one that u played on Super Nintendo, with Zangief, M Bison and none of that bull shit marvel superheroes? Where the last baddie u have to fight is M Bison? Ahh...the good old days.

Check them out now. Aduken!!!

2006-11-29T10:23:00.000+08:00

Now i know i'm supposed to be studying like real hard, since my first paper (yes u heard right, my first paper!!! When other people are already finishing!!!) is tml.

But.

The pursuit of academic excellence has dulled my brain sufficiently to cause the words on my notes to float aimlessly around my peripheral vision. So i went blog-surfing.

Anyone who reads Mr Brown's blog will know he has this autistic child. Sometimes he will blog about him and his wife's experiences handling Faith, and its really quite touching and inspiring lar.

YES I HAVE AN EMOTIONAL CORE OK! I DO GET TOUCHED ONE HOR!

Anyways, reading his blog made me remember this one time when i was taking the train home. Think it was 4 plus so the train was filled with smelly sec sch students, and errr, me. I remember there was this group of rowdy students from dunno-wat-school and they were making a lot of noise on the train, pushing each other, daring each other to go approach the pretty SCGS girls who were huddled in fear on the far end of the carriage. (Heh yes, i do have a soft spot for SCGS girls, comes from sharing a bus stop with them for 4 years, AND the fact that i was cooped up for up to 7 hrs a day with smelly boys BEFORE i get to go to the bus stop)

Then this mother boarded the train with her young son, who was making a lot of noise. Cos i was listening to my trusty IPod (which has finally died on me) i couldn't make out what they were saying but i knew she was scolding him lar. The scolding got pretty fierce cos i notice the whole train was staring at her, so i surreptitiously took down my earphones to find out wassup. I'm not kaypoh, just concerned.

Anyways, think the boy didn't like sitting on the train, as he kept clamouring to get off his seat, and whenever the train door opened, he would try to struggle away from his mother's grasp and make a mad dash for the door. The woman was making a valiant effort to hold on to his wrist. All this time the boy was shouting and screaming and he refused to listen to his mom lor. Then u know what those smelly boys did???

They actually mimicked him.

Yes.

I couldn't believe how insensitive and childish they were. They actually imitated the way the boy was screaming and shouting and laughin at each other's wonderful oscar-deserving performance. As the boy shouted louder and louder, so did the smellies. I think at this point, the whole carriage was quiet except for the boy and the smellies, and everyone was transfixed. The mom got so frustrated and embarrassed at what the smellies were doing that she

Slapped her son. Real hard.

Immediately the boy stopped crying. Think he was too shocked too. One of the smellies had seen what had happened, and he quickly told his gang, then they finally quietened down. The mother was so traumatised by this whole incident that she suddenly pulled her child out at the next station (or maybe that was really her destination...hmm..aiyah dunno lar)

Throughout the remainder of the ride, the passengers kept casting dirty looks at the smellies. Then as i was sitting there, casting one of my dirty looks as well, it suddenly struck me that i could have done something. Why did i just sit there minding my own business when i could have just said someting to them, and stop their brilliant imitation of a monkey.

Is this the normal singaporean inertia that we always read about - like not giving up seats cos we paiseh to give up, or not stopping to help someone simply cos we're afraid of drawing attention to ourselves? There were at least 40 of us in that carriage, and no one actually bothered to speak up. Hmm but i guess a weak defence i can make in my favour is the fact that there were 5-6 of them, and 2 of them look like bouncers. Although with my agility and athleticism i'm sure i could have taken them on too. Hur hur.

Anyways, sometimes i'm really shocked by how insenstive we can be lar. Wah lao, crying boy they also want to make fun. I never go up to them say they're smelly they should be happy liao.

Ok lar end of this rambling post. Shall attempt to study again. Key word being attempt. Haiz. Oh i bought a new car lei. Had some spare cash so just bought one for fun lor. Nah here's the picture.

Err the people behind are just there to watch me drive off with the car lar. Hur hur.

2006-11-28T14:19:00.000+08:00

Wow its the 28th of Nov, and i'm devoting my precious mugging time to hlogging. Ha. The simple reason is that i am seriously so so so sick of studying!!!

Doing some simple calculus, i've essentially been in school for 15 years. Wow. Thats a freaking long time. And finally i've reached the last stage of academia. No more foggy teachers in suspenders teaching me about the ratio theorem, which, incidentally to this day i still have no idea what its useful for. No more forceful memorising and subsequent regurgitation of historical facts, dates and inconsequential things that happened to someone really ugly a long time ago. No more writing politically correct essays about the perils of the mass media (come on, watching Saw doesn't make a normal person start hatching egolomaniacal plans to kill people la) or the importance of education (ha!!) No more waxing lyrical about the different legal theories behind the lex fori principle, and its application in admiralty law.

Muahahahahaaaa!!!

To all my non-yr 4 frens, hang in there. You still have some more suffering to do. Hur hur.

2006-11-08T16:54:00.000+08:00

Yes i know i know. I haven been hlogging for a looooong looooong time. But what a semester it has been. Ha. With school stuff lar, CSC stuff lar, and personal stuff lar (heh i think some of u know lar hor...) i really have no time to myself, let alone entertain u guys with my poetic and entertaining posts. Hur hur. But, i shall set aside some of my precious time today and write a super long post, complete with nice pictures.

Anyways, got a lot of stuff to say, so i shall juz ramble whatever comes to my mind hor.

U know, there is a virus going around the campus. Its known as the Final Yr Syndrome (or FYS). Afflicted students suffer from lethargy, refusal to study hard for the exams, fantasise constantly about overseas grad trips to exotic countries, and generally choose to slack off when ever they have a chance. But truth is, when u have finished 3 yrs in NUS, given our system here, your class of honours is more or less determined already. So if u know that barring a miracle u'll never make it for the next class of honours, then give yourself a break, and enjoy life lar. Which is pretty much what i've been doing. Haa.

Because its my final year, sometimes i wonder to myself whether i've truly experienced NUS for what it is. Considering i spent 3 yrs in the kent ridge campus, i shld have an affinity for the school that provided me with my degree, and thus a stepping stone into society. But sad to say, i really dun think i'll miss my uni life. Yes i'll miss the friends i've made, the times i spent doing CAC and CSC stuff, and even my law school experiences like mooting, advocacy and even the tutorials. But as for missing the school itself, i wont.

Ok, to be fair, let me think carefully about the significant experiences in school, then maybe i'll reminisce more...

My Significant Experiences in School

Studying for exams
Mugging for exams
Stressing about exams
Complaining about the fee hike, until i realised it wun affect me.
Complaining about the move to BTC

Yup, think thats pretty much what i remember of NUS. Ha. Sad hor.

Just found out that the Arts canteen is going to be demolished next Wednesday. So everyone shld rush there and eat at the BEST CANTEEN IN NUS FOR DUNNO HOW MANY YEARS. Yup maybe i'll remember the food then. The Western food, the laksa yong tau foo, the jap food. The staple diet that shrunk my 8-pec abdominal to the 6-pec i have now. Haiz... (ok i'm kidding. Obviously i dun have 6-pecs. But i have come to realise that guys dun need to be thin one. Rounder then cuter ma. heh heh.)

Ok on to a lighter mood...

Clubroom Clean-up!!

The 5th MC had to go school on a bright and early saturday morning to clean up the clubroom. Actually it was more like throwing stuff lar. Wah i dun even clean up my own house, and there i was clearing up the clubroom. Heh. I guy wat, and i maintain that guys should not do housework. Anyways it was damn siong but after a long long time we managed to move everything out and started cleaning the clubroom. The lasting memory of cleaning the clubroom is of Michelle screaming:

"I want to mop!!! I want to mop!!!"
Like machiam got ppl snatch with her like that.

The Clubroom after we moved all the shit out. And lixian standing there slacking. hur hur.

Part I of the stuff that we moved out.

Part II of the sutff that we moved out. Actually got Part III and Part IV but i lazy to take photo alr.

Then after the clean up still got MC meeting that lasted another 4 hrs!!! Argh!! Towards the end of the meeting, me and Xiqian were experimenting with different ways to sit on a chair. There's the normal posture, the Ah-Beng-Squat, the leaning back on 2 legs, and my fav, the slouch until can see your tummy posture. Ha.

Edmund & Zhaoxin Birthday!!!

Yup due to my brilliant idea, we celebrated Edmund's and Shihui's birthday at Sentosa on Deepavali, since that day the haze not so bad liao. It was supposed to be a potluck but i remembered eating a lot of bread. Thats all. I dun think girls nowadays can cook anymore. Ha.

Anyways our programe for sentosa also qutie funny. We went all the way there to the beach to play.....Bang!!! Yes we just played that card game the whole day. Ppl go Sentosa to play beach volley, show off their taut bodies, get a tan, enjoy the water, and us? We played card games. Ha. But thanks EK for your games!!! Though we were too dumb to understand and play all the games lar.

The Melted Cake that Winson Bought.

A super un-glam sneakily taken photo of Zhaoxin cuttin the cake wihtout Edmund.

I lazy to rotate the photo lar.

We had dinner at Billy Bombers and i shared this burger with Winson. I know it sounds gay but this burger cost 30 bucks ok!??!!?!! Supposed to be enough for 2 persons but where got...Anyways u're supposed to eat it layer by layer, cos i cockanathan go and ask the waitress how to eat. Like machiam can eat the whole burger at a go like that. Ha.

The sandwich that the girls shared. Shit man size-wise its almost the same as my burger, but so much cheaper.

Ok before i go off, here's our video for M & O. We were supposed to make a video to highlight leadership and management skills lar, then obviously given my talent for acting i kena arrowded to act in the most unglam role. Heh but anything for my group!!! Group 3 Wan Sui!!! We got 15/20 for the video then the 'toilet scene' was awarded the best scene by my tutor among all the group videos he saw. Ha. Enjoy, and learn something hor.

2006-10-13T01:04:00.000+08:00

Heh sorry ah i really very infrequent in hlogging nowadays. Really busy. Just finished one exam, and got 2 more essays coming up, to which i have not researched or thought about at all. Power lar!!

Anyways, nothing interesting to update so i shall just post some photos of handsome ol' me and some cute kids during the Yishun last session.

Now the one in orange in the centre is my kid Calvin. He is really power. Like can cry when he doesn't get to play games, can threaten to beat ppl up for laughing at him, then dun listen to his teachers all that. Some more he damn hao lian. When we gave him an award for being the "Most Helpful" student award, he really yah yah papaya lor. Kept showing his cert off to everyone around him, and posing with the cert so unabashedly. Kow. Muz learn to be as modest and unassuming as his teacher, me, what. Wah lao when i got 38/40 for my English essay, and my teacher read it out to all her 5 classes in the level, and kept praising my use of metaphors and analogies, and the fluidity of my writing, and my superb use of adjectives and the interesting twist at the end, i also never hao lian and tell other people wat.

But the funniest thing is that when he realised that he wasn't going to see us for a long time, he actually became quite sad. He came over to me before he left, and whispered: "eh u all go long long time huh?" I said yes, then he looked quite lost. Guess in the past 2 months plus, i did get through to him. Ha.

Nah this cute pretty kid is Yue En. Again i must stress that i'm not a paedophile hor. I just think she's very cute. Heh. All the volunteers were clamouring to take photo with her lar. But she dun talk one, always smile shyly. Ha. But i just realised my t-shirt is damn inappropriate lar. Shit.

2006-10-01T16:20:00.000+08:00

Wah!! Its been 20 days since i've last hlogged. Ha i'm so sorry to all my loyal fans. Well there's been a lot going on in my life lately la, so a bit busy lor. Got CSC stuff to do, since we've taken over after AGM, meetings to attend, chalets to get high at, and some personal stuff to handle too. Anyways, will try to hlog more regularly hor.

First up, some good news (at least for me): I did not get fined for speeding!!! Muahahahahahaaa!!!

Yes, cos the traffic ppl saw my photo in their database and decided i'm too handsome to fine liao. So they onli give me 'advisory warning' which reads something like: "You could have been fined $130, and docked 4 points for your speeding offence, but we will not do it." Finally being handsome has helped. Hur hur.

Anyways, I know now that everyone is very stressed and tired out from all the shit that we have to do to get that piece of paper when we graduate. Me too. But i've learnt that doing stuff that u really enjoy is critical to your mental well-being. Like when i play with the Yishun kids, you really forget all your problems. Maybe cos i'm degenerating to their level, but a little childish play never hurt anyone. I am just so glad that i found volunteering cos it really brings immense satisfaction and even fun. Like i was trying to make Kelvin, my little 7 yr old student, read a book. He's always very naughty and rebellious and he's always screaming and hitting his other playmates. When i was trying to make him read, he walked off to play with some dolls in a dollhouse (yes, a true metrosexual in the making) I tried to pull him back, but he refused and scolded me. I was damn frustrated and sian, so summoning up my best Ah Long look, i sternly told him that i'm not gg to teach him again, and that i'll not come back next week to take him liao. He immediately looked up at me with those innocent eyes (which can turn devillish in an instance) and said: "Huh, why u not coming?"

"Cos u're so naughty lor."

He looked stunned for a moment, then he slowly walked back to the chair, picked up the book, then started reading. And he read the best in all the weeks i've taken him. Moments like these are really valuable, and they make u treasure and realise how much of a difference all of us are making whenever we volunteer.

There are a lot of things going on in my life now, some of which i'm not even sure i'm ready for, or whether i should even be thinking so much about. But i would just like to thank all my friends for being there for me and listening and offering advice (though some of the advice quite cock). I was discussing this topic with my friends the other day, and we came to the conclusion that friendship is something so elusive but so desirable. I guess at our age, the friends u have now should stick with u for life, for better or worse. Ha. Like they'll be the ones who you will graduate with and take photos together, they'll be the ones u will treat when u get your first pay, the ones u go on a long backpacking trip with, the ones u go to bitch about your boss, the ones who will be playing your bridegroom or bridesmaids, the ones that will nao dong fang with you (err not in that way u pervs!!!)

Quite some time ago, i was talkin to Winson Ed, Andrew they all about this. Then we sort of agreed to be each other's bridegrooms. Ha. Like we all do for each other on a rotational basis. I think its a reflection of how old we are when we start discussing about this kind of thing liao. Hur hur.

I have an exam in a week's time (yes exam not just a test) and i haven really started on it. So i shall!!!

2006-09-10T11:21:00.000+08:00

I have a new CCA. Its called the Ji Mo Nan Ren Ju Le Bu. I dunno how to type Chinese words so i'll use hanyu pinyin. Hur Hur.

Anyways, the membership criteria for this club is very stringent, because this is a very exclusive club. To meet our criteria, you must be an alpha male, good-looking, charismatic, eloquent, charming, and of course, the single most important criteria: Ji Mo. I must stress at this point however that i am merely a normal ad hoc member, holding no executive positions in the club. To achieve a high-ranking position in such a prestigious club, one needs to have attained the highest stage of ji mo-ness. Hence currently only Junhui qualifies to lead the club and achieve the noble aims of the club, which is...erm...actually i dunno. Hur hur.

The purpose of setting up this club is because we believe that there is a considerable number of ji mo nan ren around us. Hence we want to set up an avenue for such members to meet thier fellow ji mo nan ren to know that they're not alone. Also, we are currently looking at the prospect of an exchange program, possibly with our female branch, the ji mo nu ren, in order to promote inter-personal relations. Hur hur.

The club is extremely well-run, as we already have members in charge of T-Shirts, websites, Yahoo groups, and in the organising of club activities. The only thing we lack is a songwriter, cos we are already in the process of penning our theme song. Told you this club is big. The song was written not so much an effort on my part, but the rest of the members. Shan't reveal the names yet in case they kill me for advertising their ji mo-ness. U guys will be impressed with out theme song...really reflects the true feeling of being a ji mo nan ren, and the pathos that comes with it. Dun believe me, just sing along to the song, and u'll feel this wealth of emotions. Hur hur.

Ji Mo Nan Ren Ju Le Bu Theme Song (to the tune of Guan Huai Fang Shi)

Ji Mo Nan Ren Ju Le Bu
Shui Shi Huan Ying Ni Jia Ru
Mei You Ma Zi Mei Chio Bu
Yi Sheng Yi Shi Pei Lao Bu
(X 2 times)

Oh thats all we have so far. For those with considerable musical talents, please do not hesitate to contact me to contribute to the chorus of the song. Anyway here are some photos that i just want to post for fun.

Hathor outing!!!! Eh for those who dunno these are my frens from my Orientation group lar. We had dinner at Marina South then we went to the open field opposite to play lantern. Actually they played lar. I walked around looking suave only. I love playing lanterns during the MAF though. Reminds me of a simpler, innocent time, when i was a real cute kid. Really lor, i was damn cute as a kid. Muz dig up some photos to show u all.

Me & Cat at Gotham Penthouse. Went for TriFac bash with Winson Jen, Edmund, Sherry and Cat. But winson and jen left earlier so they din get to take photo with me. Ha.

Okie thats all for now. Can't wait to read up more on shipping laws, the state of the intellectual property law in China, and how they conclude contracts in China. Woooh can u sense my unbridled enthusiasm....

2006-09-09T02:03:00.000+08:00

I'm in a writing frenzy today, so shall post another entry for my fans, like Pui my ardent fan. Muahahahaaa. See pui aren't u honoured that i've mentioned u in this blog.

Watched Anthologies of Love on Ch 5 2 days back. Though quite amateurish in the acting and production, the basic premise of the show was really quite good. It touched on the various ways in which we Singaporeans express love, or rather, the lack of. What especially touched me was the theme of "too late." U will understand what i mean after reading this entry lar.

An abusive traditional husband who expected his wife to serve him dinner every nite and obey his every whim and fancy. No disobedience or deviance from his orders were allowed. Then, when the son grew up, he rebelled against his dad and brought his mum to stay somewhere else, leaving the dad to stay alone and eat luncheon meat with bread everyday. The sad part is that the mum kena Alzheimers. Then she cannot remember anything at all. The most touching scene was of the dad, quietly tearing by her hospital bedside, and trying to get her to remember their past together, and asking for her forgiveness for all the things he had done. Then carrying her out to his trishaw, and ferrying her to the place where they fell in love. She finally regained enough consciousness to mutter: "Ah Huat, is that u? Why your hair so long? I cut for u lar..." She later died in his arms. Too late.

We see a boy frantically running around Singapore in his school uniform to take many many photos of the buildings and monuments that make Singapore unique. Later, we learn that he's doing this cos his sister is going overseas to study, and he is afraid, in all his naivety, that she would forget Singapore, and of course, him. The photos are thus his way of ensuring that his sister would always have something to remember Singapore by. It is this innocence, and his seemingly useless and puerile attempt at retaining the love of his sister that led me to this musing...

Like the boy, we all have done pretty silly things for love as well, be it to attract the love of our parents or to attract that love of your life. We do many many things in the hope that by doing so, the other party would like us better, or at least notice our existence. But like the boy, we sometimes do not know the puerile-ness of our activities until we view them from hindsight, or behind the TV screen. We might very well have behaved as childishly as the boy.

Ultimately, because the boy spent so much time taking the photos and developing them, his sister left without him having the chance to say a final goodbye. The most poignant and sad scene was when the boy gazed at that one photo that truly mattered to him: the one he took with his sister at home. Subtle, yet heart-achingly accurate in its depiction of "too late." Again, how many times have we wasted our time doing things for the ppl we like, or simply trying to get their attention, that we simply neglect to treasure the present...

Wow i'm like super sentimental tonite rite? Haa...Bet u guys din expect it frm me. Guess the point i just want to put across is this ba:

Carpe Diem.

2006-09-09T01:43:00.000+08:00

Unbelievably Suey Day Part II

Sometimes you just can't believe your luck. In the 3 years i've had my driving license, i've never even come remotely close to getting summon-ded. But today, on the very last day that i had the car to myself, i suey suey kena. And to think i kena-ded cos i was being a nice guy.

First, i had to attend the nussu elections though i dearly wanted to go Yishun Home... (the kids so cute!!!) Then me, lao ban niang lixian, and di er lao ban Xiqian (cos VPIA is second biggest shit in CSC) zao-ded early cos we din wan2 stay all the way. So i gallantly offered to drive them to yishun for supper, before i go to the airport to fetch my parents who had gone to China. Then, halfway there, my dad called to say they already reached the airport. Wah lau. Stupid Tiger Airways plane fly so fast. Anyway to cut a long story short, i quickly dropped XQ off and quickly drove back home.

Then, while i was at Khatib MRT station that road leading to the expressway, the freaking suey thing happened. Was happily coasting at a mere 78 kmh when i suddenly saw a bright flash of light. My first thoughts about what that light could mean were...

1) Lightning streak across the sky to herald a storm

2) UFO landing at Yishun

3) Someone sitting on a tree taking a photo of my nice car

I refused to contemplate the thought that it might be a speed camera. I was like, cannot be so suey rite, 20 mins before i have to return the car to my dad i kena caught speeding. Bo Kor Leng wat. Until i looked in the rearview mirror and realise that all the cars were like way behind me. Then i received further confirmation when i stopped at the next red light.

All the bloody drivers were looking at me with a sympathetic yet "wah heng ah!! Never kena me!! Oh but wait, can still take his license plate buy 4D!!" look.

At that point, i knew. Liao. 4D also never so accurate. But the thing is, wah lau i was only gg at 78kmh lor. Not like i was going 100 or something...All this only proves one thing: cannot go for nussu events. Sure suey one.

2006-09-07T11:02:00.000+08:00

Yes its over.

After an unbelievably long elections (14 hrs!!! & Another 3 hrs yesterday!!!) we have our 5th Management Committee of the NUS Students' Community Service Club. It was an emotional roller-coaster to say the least, for everyone involved, and the tension was most palpable.

However, there were still rather cock moments, like when Mr Terence, the Business Director, wanted to walk out of the clubrm BEFORE his Q n A. Talk about over-confidence. Ha. Also when stupid chee kian said he had to rush out cos he got diarrhoea. Then he hold his stomach like very pain like that. But he revealed later in his blog that he fake one. He just has a weak bladder. Cock. Muahahahahahaaa!!! I bao tou u!!!!

Anyway, seriously, i would like to say that I was extremely fortunate to be elected as the VPSP, because Michelle is a very zai candidate who is every bit as good, and as capable. It was a very tough fight, and i won probably only because i was older lar. Michelle, if u read this hor, please don't let the elections result affect your confidence or belief in yourself ya? I really think you have the drive, the enthusiasm, and the capability to be a good Vice-President. I would really love to work with you and let's do so for the Special Projs yar?

As with all competitions and contests, there are winners and losers. To everyone who did not succeed in this yr's elections, please don't think of it as a slight on your ability, or that the voters did not like you as a person. Stay on in CSC and contribute as much as u can still, because, as mentioned in many of the speeches, we're all working together to help the less fortunate and privileged, and it is with this goal in mind that we should forge ahead. The Management Committee can only function well with the help of all of you, so please stay on, and contribute as much as you can to our SPs and RVPs k? And i think the 5th MC will try our best to make CSC as vibrant, fun, and satisfying a club as we can too.

To end off this very pompous and officious post, which is so unlike my usual style, i would just like to say that being entrusted with such an important post is rather scary lar. Ha, i know its rather ironic to say it now AFTER the elections, but the pressure is on to make my term at least as successful as BadChloe's was. But i guess with the support of everyone, we'll be able to make this year's special projects even better than last year rite??!!!! (Cue loud cheers and applause)

Hur hur. Think i'm gg mad frm all the elections liao. My brother who sleeps in the same room as me say that i talked in my sleep. And he vaguely heard me muttering questions. So i think i must be asking questions even in my sleep. Ha.

2006-08-24T02:11:00.000+08:00

Post to make u feel jealous. Hur hur. Went to Amara Hotel International Buffet on Sunday nite to celebrate Amy jie jie's birthday. Happy Birthday Amy!!!

Quite expensive lar (40 Bucks!!!), and the selection quite few, but the food was damn good. Like really good. Got Beijing Duck lar, Teppanyaki lar, damn super fresh salmon and LOBSTER!!! Shit i'm sounding like Mervyn and his food blogs. Anyway, lazy to write more so enjoy the scrumptious pictures. Ha.

Random picture taken of the buffet spread. If u squint enough, u can see the duck behind the man. Its slowly rotating on the spit so it looks damn delectable lar. Anyway this part serves the cheese oyster, shark's fin, cod fish, and all tat. The cod fish was power. Damn fresh.

My first plate of food!!! Haa. See got oyster, salmon, lobster, squid. Everything expensive one. I damn tan jiak.
At high class restaurant even the sushi lay out is unique.

Fwah. I was damn impressed with the spread for the sushi dressing so i take photo lor.

The absolutely scrumptious, delectable spread of fresh seafood. The prawns were damn fresh lor. I ate like 20. Ha. Eh 40 bucks lei. Muz make my money's worth.

Lobsters!!! Oysters!!!! But i buay tahan oysters. I neh si took one down, and almost puked. Edmund power lar. Ate like 10 or something. Ha. Think his past life he muz have been a pearl or something, stuck in the oyster's belly. So now he exacting revenge. Ha.

MY favourite Beijing Duck!! There's a chef at the restaurant whose sole job is to slice the crisply bbq-ded duck into slices and put it nicely into the popiah skin, along with the cucumber, onion, and sweet sauce. Power lar. I ate like 20. Almost a whole duck. Hur hur.

Fresh prawns and something known as **** mussels (cant remember the name)

Desserts!!! This is some truffle thingy. Damn nice lar!!! But cos we were rushing to watch Hard Candy (wah damn psychotic and sick, tell u all next time) we din eat too much of the desserts. Wasted lar.

Mango pudding, Chocolate truffle, and other assorted truffles!!! Fattening, sinful, smooth desserts!!

ME and the birthday girl!!! I look so demure hor. Haa.

Edmund and Huey, with our uneaten desserts.

Ok off to watch soccer liaoz. Pont-anging my lesson tml!! Woo hoo!!

2006-08-24T00:54:00.000+08:00

Something weird happened today on the MRT. After sweating it out with my huge bag and laptop on the way to the MRT Station, i was sweaty with perspiration and giving out a macho vibe. Anyway, i was sitting on the train, waiting for it to leave, when i instinctively felt someone staring at me. I glanced to my right, and lo and behold, this creepy uncle was looking straight at me.

I looked away (as one always does when he realises someone is beo-ing him), thinking that maybe the uncle was just struck by how handsome i looked. I then looked back at him again.

He was still staring at me.

Then i thought maybe he was staring at the scenery behind me, or at the window pane or something. So i looked behind me. There was nothing there. So i looked back

He was still staring.

So i did what any guy would do in those circumstances. I looked down surreptitiously at my zipper on my jeans. Zipped ma. Then i looked at my shirt to see whether there were some stains or something. But nothing lei. So i took a deep breathe and looked at him again.

Ma de. He was still staring!

Damn freaky lar. I know i handsome, but uncle, need to stare so long meh??

2006-08-22T02:14:00.000+08:00

I wanted to take some photos of my spanking new campus, but i forgot to take those scenic photos in my haste to get out of the 'construction site' after my 3 hr seminar. Hai...Anyway, i realised i'm damn behind in my blogging lar. Supposed to hlog finish my Taipei trip and also abt my NDP experiences (I appeared on TV!!!)

Neh mai, i slowly hlog. Oh, before i do so, i need to bitch abt something. My timetable.

Monday: 10-12 at NUS, 3- 9.30 at BTC
Tuesday: 3-9.30 at BTC
Wed: 6.30-9.30 at BTC
Thur: 6.30-9.30 at BTC
On 4 Saturdays in Sep: 1-4 pm at BTC

Oh, and i still haven't bid for my M n O tutorial slot yet. Yes folks. At a time when everyone is enjoying the warmth of home, or enjoying the riotous roads of Orchard Road on a Saturday, i am freezing in a highly powered air-conditioned room, listening to weirdly accented professors regaling me with tales from China.

But before you gloat!!!

Ah ha!!

By the 7th of Sep, i'll only have a 3 day week, with 2 days in BTC

& by the 3rd of Oct, i'll only have 1 day in BTC, and 1 in NUS. Ho ho ho.

Ok i'm quite bo liao i know. Anyway, here's Day 2 of my Taipei trip, as hotly requested.

Taipei Day 2!!!

Us just stepping out of our hotel. Not hard to tell who's head belongs to me. Hur hur. Taipei is damn hot. Like seriously 40 degrees hot. U cant tell but i was squinting. Dunno who took this photo one.

Our first stop of the day!!! Sun Yat Sen Memorial House (or something like that. I'm obviously not a history buff) Going on a trip with 4 girls obviously ensured that visiting historical monuments was one of the lesser priorities, so this was the one and only one that we visited. Ha. Ok lar, quite worth the effort to go there. In chinese, its known as the Guo Fu Ji Nian Guan. That literally means the Memorial House of the National Father, or sthg like that. Just shows the respect the Taiwanese have for him. Apparently there's one in Singapore too. Bet u din know that rite!! Actually i also din know.

A picture of the man himself. Obviously i was the one taking the picture. I am so nice.

Yes i'm squinting again. Damn hot there. But this bronze statue of him sits in the middle of a beautiful courtyard so we cldn't resist the kodak moment. I actually wanted to do something cock like patting his head but i gathered that i would probably be stoned to death by the patriots there. So i didn't lor.

Nah, the sign on top of the building says Guo Fu Ji Nian Guan. And i put up this photo to showcase my height. Hur hur. See i dwarf zhaoxin and shihui lor. I'm so tall.

Group photo at the entrance to the memorial hall. Like the postcard effect. Think i shldn't smile all the time. Think my cool-guy look is better.

Our first lunch in Taipei. Found this Cha Chan Ting to eat, and they serve things like curry pork chop rice, which is shown in the picture, and pork chop rice. Haa all pork. Not very nice lar. Some more quite ex, about Sing 6 bucks for a meal with drinks. Think NUS Arts canteen jap food nicer. Oh, and BTC also got jap food ok! Some more cheaper than NUS. Wah!!!

The tallest building in the world!!! Yeah its called Taipei 101 cos there are 101 stories. But inside nothing good. Like Taka with all the luxury stores and high-end fashion stuff like Burberry, Calvin Klein all that. So obviously we couldn't buy anything inside lar. So what did i do to while my time away?

This!!! Paying money to scoop toys from a machine instead of buying one straight from a toy store is apparently a big fad in Taiwan. So while some of them paid abt 10 sing bucks each to take the "fastest lift in the world [as proclaimed on the poster of the lift], me shihui and zhaoxin went to the arcade. Ha.

The view from the tallest building in the world. Not very impressive hor?

The Wufenpu Ye Shi where i bought a shit load of clothes. Realise i'm actually half a girl when it comes to shopping. Its a wholesale centre where they sell lots of clothes. Me and Edmund actually bought more than the girls. Muahahaha.

Me at Wufenpu. I'm holding a ugly red plastic bag with my clothes. Kow. And i need to work out. Can see my tummy.

Power. Scooter can sit 3. Last time malaysia i see family of 5 sitting on one scooter before though. Economy of scale.

The next night market that we went. Raohe!!! Got very good food.

Smelly Tofu!!! This one quite smelly. And packaged very nicely. Eat already my breath can paralyse an elephant.

This is supposed to be a famous delicacy - Pepper biscuit or something like that. Ok only lor. We actually bought lots of food and shared around while walking. Ate so much i felt like a pig.

Forgot wat this is. Some ice-cream in popiah skin thingy. Got lots of funky food like that in Taiwan lar. Think i onli took a bite before the other hungry parasites gobbled up the rest. Heh. I took revenge by eating more chou tofu and breathing into their faces.

Jiao zi!! Winson's fav. He buy everywhere he saw them. But really quite nice lar. Think the lu bian one is even better than the Crystal Jade one lor.

Some peanut thingy. But its freaking huge.

Wooh mango ice!! A bit like ice kachang wihtout all the kacang shit inside. Damn nice and sweet. But damn ex. One bowl of ice like that cost 5 sing bucks. Kow.

Pearl Crab - or something like that. Heh. U eat the shell whole with the crab. See i told u we ate all kinds of shit in Taiwan.

Another artistic picture of me. Observe the moving people behind me, and the stationery me in front. Power lar. But that stupid tummy is sticking out again. Damn it.

YEah!! Our purchases from the first day alone!! Of cos it was my idea to spread out everything to show our sheer extravagance. But i'm always amazed at how girls can buy stuff. Kow they can buy clothes of the same design, but different color. I mean, thats like a guy buying polo shirts in different colors lar!! Oh wait, i do that too.

Ok thats all for tonight. Damn shag liao. Knn cant wait for holidays. Ha.

2006-08-16T02:14:00.000+08:00

Though I'm still busy doing something now that i should have done weeks ago, i cant resist hlogging about this:

MY NEW CAMPUS SUX!!!

Have u ever had an innate urge or secret fantasy to experience a bangla's life? Well wait no more!! Come to BTC and u will feel like one!!!

First, you will have to plow up this super steep slope from the bus stop, ensuring that your perspiration will cause you to smell like one even before you reach your classroom.

Then, when u're in the campus itself, take a nice long look at the scenery around you. Beautiful, artistic piles of brick and dust lying around, coupled with some scenic views of half completed, with-wires-hanging-everywhere buildings, and of cos, that wonderful fresh smell of dust and concrete. Oh, and also the many, many people walking around in bright yellow helmets and yellow boots similar to yours, thus ensuring that you'll not feel out of place.

Ok its 3 30 am and i HAVE TO SLEEP. Will post photos of my "spanking new campus" soon. Argh!!!!

2006-08-12T01:33:00.000+08:00

I interrupt my account of my Taipei trip for this bulletin: I WANT TO MARRY A JAPANESE WIFE!!!

Worked part-time at Sentosa today and last week for an event company that organised a funfair carnival thingy for some Japanese tourists. And most of them are families with very young kids and i can tell u, these Jap kids are just so darn cute lor.

So for an explanation of my new aim in life, look no further than the pictures below:

I called this one Ayumi - don't u think she got the Ayumi- seh?

They're brothers i think. The blue one is so cute that all of us wanted to take photo with him, while pinching his cheeks and saying "oooh cooochy coo..." And the other one i call Takuya. He damn shuai, just lose me abit in shuainess onli. Some more their English damn power lar. He used DIFFICULT & Throw while talking to me. I damn impressed. Ok think the photo of Takuya not seh enough. I show u one i sneakily took. heh heh.

Power rite?? Look like me when i was a kid. Think he'll grow up to be as shuai as me.

This girl also v chio. But when i ask her take photo with me, then she like damn gloomy like that. See i smile until so happy but she frown one. Mebbe she's shy around suave guys lar. Hur hur.

We called this one princess. Cos she really look like one in her get-up today. Aiyah but stupid huiting never take nicer photo so this doesn't do justice. Haa. But she damn cute. When huiting ask to take photo with her initially, she shouted very loudly: No!! then she turn away and laugh coyly. But actually she want. Act shy onli. Ha.

Shit i just realised in all my photos i did the same "peace" sign. Cock man. Should have done some thing more ooh seh while the kids act cute. Anyway this pink girl jiu wo very nice (again i wun say something so near-paedophilic like that hor. Huiting say one.) She also damn shy when i ask to take photo with her. Guess i just have this effect on girls lar. Hur hur.

Aren't they just so adorable???? Ok before u guys start thinking of me as a paedophile (which i am not, though i think Hermione Granger aka Emily Watson is so chio...), i did not force these children to take photo with me by enticing them with sweets or toys ok.

Erm, i used Twisties and Lollipops instead. Haa.

But i want these Japanese genes in my children too!!! Some more they all so guai and polite one. Will say Thank you (or Arigato) and bye bye (or sayonara), and most importantly, they're mostly very quiet. So imagine the contrast when i went to Yishun straight after the event. Haaa.

So yes, i want a Japanese wife. Anyone with lobang must intro me hor.

2006-08-07T21:08:00.001+08:00

Wah got ppl call me yandao on my tagboard sia...THANK YOU CHIO BU!!!

Haa apparently ppl love reading about my sueyness and viewing the ugly, downtrodden photos of us posing as Banglas on the roadside. Sadists. Anyway i realise i'm very behind on my hlogging sia, cos i was supposed to hlog about my Taiwan trip years ago. I'm lazy and slack so i shall just be a photo-whore and share my photos lar. Some v funny one. And as an infinitely generous and self-sacrificing person, i also share some not-too-glam photos wiht u all lor, all in the name of hlogging. I'm such a nice guy that i shock myself sometimes. Hur hur.

Day 1 in Taipei

Yeah a photo of us at Changi airport before we took off!! I think i always look my cutest when i wear my Monkey shirt...i fit in with the geena (geena=Children-looking) girls i went with hor? Hur hur. Anyway, i went Taipei with my CAC Group 1 friends and my JC frens lar, making up 3 handsome young men, and 4 geenas. Friendship is something really amazing. 7 of us spanning 6 different faculties and majors, but yet we are close enough to go on a trip overseas. Think cos i'm the glue keeping everyone close cos everyone wants to be close to me!!

Heh..anyway the other photo is a photo we illegally snapped while sitting on the plane. Cos not supposed to "have any electronic equipment in operation during the passage of the plane" I managed to pia in time to get a nice little window seat, although as a first-timer on a budget airline, i was amazed at the amount of leg space they gave. I mean, the seat could have barely fitted a mouse lar.

I never knew that the view from the window of a airplane can be so......BORING. Ya the view of the falling landscape of Singapore was fascinating at first, but fascination soon turned into boredom cos we saw piece after piece of concrete and land, and soon followed by reams and reams of clouds. Ha. Though we did manage to see the setting sun, whihc was a really majestic view.

Also hor, for the purposes of this Hlog on my Taipei trip, please remember that i was sitting next to this Mexican guy, who looked totally scary. He was like, bent over leaning on his tray the whole time of the flight, and whenever we made some noise, as we were bound to do when u play bridge with geeenas, he would turn and "chek" us. U know, that irritating noise some ppl make when strangers irritate them.

Which brings me to this: We should lock up all these rude people who substitute a simple "I'm sorry, but could you please pipe down? I'm trying to concentrate on my reading/daydreaming/beo-ing/psycho-staring/talking-cock-with-my-friend..." with a "chek", and put Sennheiser power earphones on their ears, and blast "chek" continuously into their earphones.

Yeah!! Arrival at Chiang Kai-shek airport!!
Took damn long to clear customs though. Got a shitload of Singaporeans who went Taipei also. Can recognise these Singaporeans from the expert way they always manage to find the shortest queues. When we finally cleared customs, we had to take a shuttle bus to our hotel in Xi Men Ding, the supposed Orchard Road of Taipei. On the way there, while i was having an supremely intellecutal conversation wiht Zhaoxin, Winson used his phone to record down our conversation from the seat behind, like some claudestine spy. Cock man.

Our Hotel!!! It has an unfortunate English name: Onestar Hotel. But rest assured, its actually 3 stars. Hur.

The famous stretch of Ximending, near our hotel. We were so damn hungry after the flight (budget ma, so no food, no drinks. Damn sad) that we went straight to eat....

Smelly Tofu!!! Yesh its damn smelly!!! Like my foot after i soak it in drain water, put on socks that i haven't wash for 10 days, and then play soccer in those socks for 3 hours. But this store one is just smelly, but not that nice lar. LAter show u the nicest tofu i ate. And its not a girl's... sad.

K lar, first day nothing much. Though we did go back to our hotel rooms and engaged in our fav activity of channel surfing. I tell u, Taiwan TV has a lot of crap man. Tell u more in the next entry. Too shag liao.

2006-08-01T15:11:00.000+08:00

Ramblings

Damn it. I guess i have underestimated the importance of restrain. In not practising this valued art, i have opened myself up to hurt and disappointments. I have to learn, i have to practise, and most importantly, i must learn to let go.

I have always believed in the importance of sincerity, thinking that alone should be enough in the establishing of any relationship, platonic or otherwise. But no. I have learnt, the hard way, that by opening yourself up too much, you are only exposing yourself to any unsavoury elements that the world can throw at you.

I will not be that dumb any longer. I don't deserve this.

Sorry for the angry, abstract post. Ha dun think most of you would understand what i'm saying lar.

2006-07-30T23:50:00.000+08:00

Fwah!!

Din know actually got ppl read my hlogs. So many ppl gan me for not updating my hlog, so i shall make a concerted effort to update lor. But recently i v busy, not that i wan2 boast abt my social life (which is actually rather non-existent), just that i got lots of shit going on that has totally sapped my energy. And given the kind of standard i wan2 set for my hlog, i will not write unless the entry is going to be steady bom pi pi hor. heh heh. The topic for tonight is:

The Suey-est Day

I tell u, though this happened quite long ago, during the 1st day of Can Challenge, the sheer suey-ness of the day never fails to send a shiver down my spine.

And it all began when i went to rent a van with Jooch for Proj Can (which, by the way, i have penned a theme song: "This is a project that doesn't end...it goes on and on my friend...some people, started doing wihtout knowing wat it was...and these people who started doing did it just because..." dun need to tell ya what the tune is hor)

Time: 0930 hrs

Rented van. Proceeded from Pandan Loop towards NUS, with jooch at the wheel. As the Vehicle Comdr, i hollanded and we had to make a huge U-turn back to nus. Not my fault, was an excellent directonist. Just that, erm, street directory was written wrongly.

Time: 0945 hrs

Jammed on road. Rained pouring. Inevitably, we had to slow down and look for an emptier lane to travel on. Jooch at the wheel, took a peek at the left lane to see whether can turn. Suddenly, we heard screeching!!! A motorbike had skidded right next to our van, with the motorcyclist on top of it!!!

Skidded for a few metres, then came to a stop in front of our van. Scared the shit out of me and jooch. Our 1st thought was however: " eh shit did he bang into our van huh?" hur hur. Can't blame us wat, rental van lei. Anyway we saw the motorcyclist fly off his bike and slide a bit more on the wet road. Fwah. But amazingly,
He picked himself up. Power lar. Hopped on his foot for a while then he quickly picked up his bike and drove off. IF jooch had tilted the wheel a couple inches to the right.....

Time: 1000 hrs

After going back to school and picking up log stuff, proceeded out of clubrm. Suddenly couldn't find keys to van. After much frantic searching of my pockets and the surrounding area, the keys mysteriously surfaced.......in the box of logistics stuff!!! *cue mysterious ghostly music*

Time: 1030 hrs

Me piloting the van. Proceeding on CTE towards Kovan to pick up stuff. Hit 80 kmh in the tunnel and happily careening down on the outermost right lane. Suddenly, saw someone high-beaming (that irritating thing ppl do by flickin their lights on and off) me frm my rearview mirror and horning me incessantly, and tailgating damn close to me. Me n jooch panicked like siao cos we thought that our rear door had opened, or my exhaust pipe was spewing out green smoke or something. I then shifted to the middle lane so as to allow the 'nice man' to go to my right and perhaps signal to me what was wrong.

Knee nah bei!!!

That cock drove past me and middle-fingered me all the way till he was out of sight.

Kow!!

Cannot drive 80 on the right lane meh? Got law say cannot drive 80 on right lane ah? Why he cannot cut frm the middle lane lei? He rushing to go pee issit? Wah lau next time i see his car i go buy SBS double decker bus then neh si drive 30 on right lane. See he dare horn me or not.

Time: 1100 hrs

Driving on (forgot where liao). Going v fast on expressway and waiting to make left turn to exit. Checked my side mirror, glanced once at my blind spot, and looked back in front. Then when i swerved into the lane for the exit........
BEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

this small car whoosed past the van damn fast lar, narrowly missing jooch by inches. Wah i tell u ah, i 2 second earlier change lane, then wan le.

And finally, on to the finale......after a whole hard day's work of collecting the food frm tamp, ang mo kio and bringing everything back to kovan, me xi qian and quek and jooch and chee kian decided to head down to bedok 85 for a well-deserved supper. Need to feed our well-developed, bulging muscles with food ma. Hur hur.

Finale:

After the sumptuous supper, we happily loaded up the same wretched van to head home, since quek was gonna drive us all back. Stupid cheekian was the 1st to get home cos he live so near 85 (bloody hell shld have made him walk home himself). After we dropped him off, the unthinkable happened along Bedok Reservoir Road

Quek: eh dudes do u all feel the van like quite weird ah?

Us: Got meh? just a bit jerkier lar....

Quek: No lei, my side damn jerky lei...knn dun tell me the tyre punctured??!!?

Yiwen: No lar!!! How can i be so f**king suey!!! There cannot possibly be so many suey things happening to me and this stupid van in one day lor!!!!

Quek: Eh think i better stop the van and check.

Van stops. Immediately, all and sundry hears a "whoooosh...."

Hong gan liao.

Got down from the van, inspected the front left wheel, and this:

Totally flattened knn tyre. How can i be so suey!!!! Worse thing is, all 4 of us din know how to change tyre. Yes 4 big macho guys who dunno how to change tyre. Called the rental company, and effectively, wat they said was, screw off and fix the tyre yourself. Our emotions at that point would be succintly shown by the above picture.

But an amazing thing then happeened. An uncle suddenly cycled out of nowhere, approached us, and shouted: "Huh?! Ni men bu hui huan lun tai ah?! Wah lao hui jia che bu hui huan..."
As we hung our heads in shame, he proceeded to roll up his sleeve, and got down take out our tyre!!

Fwah!!

Never would i have thought that someone would just stop in the middle of the road, in the middle of the night at 1230 am, to help 4 total strangers, albeit one who look as innocent and angelic as me.

Above is the remnants of our wretched van after the nice uncle was done with it. And yes, we have finally mastered the art of removing a tyre. However!!!!! That was not all to our suey nite.

When we took out the spare tyre, the freaking tyre was gas-less!!! It was even flatter than my 6-pec stomach!! Therefore, to our consternation, the uncle told us that somehow we had to get the tyre to a petrol station to pump it with air, with the nearest one being 1 km away...he then suggested that we ROLL the tyre that long to the station. Being intelligent undergrads, we decided to call the company again. With intense fury brewing in my soul, i snatched the phone away frm xiqian and screamed at the person to drag his ass down to where we were and repair the bloody tyre. He told us tat we would have to wait for at least an hr, so naturally, we expected to wait at least 2. While waiting....

Yes. We laid down on the road like Banglas, lying on cardboard boxes. Think all the motorists passing by muz have thought we were some stoned out teenagers (see i'm not that old hor) drunk or sthg.

Wats worse is, when the guy finally reached, changed our tyre to the spare one, and told us to drive on, within a few metres, we could feel the van sagging again!!!!

ARgh!!!!

Epilogue:

Got home at 330 am, after the guy sent us home as penance for renting us such a f**ked up van. The rest naturally got home even later. Yes ladies and Gents, behold the suey-est day of my life.

2006-07-27T17:49:00.000+08:00

I'm so sorry guys. Know i promised i'll hlog regularly but really been so damn busy these past few wks. Busy until my mother asked me when she saw me one morning:

"eh u live here meh?"

Hur hur. Anyway got lots to hlog about, like THE DAY OF SUEY-NESS, my Taiwan trip, Proj Can itself, Hathor Chalet and of course, my general kao-pei-ness.

But hor, i just came back from my chalet, slept a total of 4 hrs for 2 nites, and i have to serve my nation training now. So wait some more hor. Hur hur.

2006-07-07T01:15:00.000+08:00

On the job front

Yeah i finally got my pupillage (something like professional attachment). For those who dunno hor, us law students have to apply for our pupillage positions one yr before we graduate (dun ask me why hor... i also dun understand), Was a freaking, scared-out-of-my-balls experience. On that first day when the moratorium is lifted (i also dunno the true meaning of that word...haa) the whole law 3 bunch descended on Raffles PLace to coerce, cajol, and seduce the firms into taking us in...

Brought a suit along, looked stunningly suave, (see picture at left, now who daresay i look like Ah Long huh?!) but was still damn nervous lar. Went for 2 interviews and while the first din go so well, the 2nd one at Rajah and Tann was thankfully a nicer experience. Had a nice chat with the partners and expressed my interest in their department lar.

And yes, ladies and gentlemen, i was offered a place!!!! Yeah!!! i'm gg to work in the iTec department so u can go surf and see wat we do lar. No more Ah Long!! ADvocate and Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Singapore in 2 years time ok!!

My Hair

My hair sucks now. Went to the hairdressing school as a favour to a friend's friend to be a 'model'. She spent 2 hrs just cutting my hair, cos she cut strand by strand, and after every snip, she would yell for her teacher to come see whether the strand is cut correctly.

Then after those tortorous 120 mins, she looked at me pleadingly and asked to dye my hair, to continue her training. And, as the kind, magnaminous person that i am, i said yes. BIG MISTAKE.

Dun laugh when u see my hair hor. I'll use my Dragon-Clawing-Tiger-Punching Fists on u. Sob sob...

Superman-Sucks-And-Should-Not-Return

Superman sucks. Big time. Story was not convincing, acting was pitiful, and movie was way too long. Spoiler alert ah:

I mean, the evil baldie's plan was a bit cock rite? Like build new land so ppl frm other countries would buy it frm him? i mean, like huh? Isn't he supposed to be some billionaire megalomaniac with lots of money to invest and do more profitable stuff with? Aiyah too lazy to critique movie lar, so read Ebert's review.

Ok i've hlogged 3 months worth in one nite. Keep coming back hor, i swear to update often and entertain u with my trademark humour and brilliant writing. Ha. Oh but can someone teach me how to put in a tagboard? Or best, do it for me. Hur hur.

Oh oh, and one more thing. Come for Proj Can this sunday!!! Its gonna be fun and meaningful!!!!

2006-07-07T01:03:00.000+08:00

Stunning Revelations

During one of our many, many group outings with my Ethelonter Groupe earlier hor i found out some stunnning revelations about myself, and the first impressions i cast on other people. Apparently, people derive an evilness and fierceness from my face the first time they see me. Funny lei, when i see myself in the mirror, i think i look pretty darn good. But this little revelation has reminded me of the importance of smiling. So next time i see a new friend, i will bring forth my dazzling smile.

MY 24th Birthday

K lar i know this post damn out-dated lar. But i was too lazy to hlog before so read now!!

Yup. I'm all of 24 years young. I've witnessed the Tiananmen incident, the Iraq War (Part 1 and 2), the CPF Money, and the Progress PAckage, the latter 2 of course being the more important events. Hmm felt a bit weird la during the birthday period. Though got quite a few birthday cakes (and a sour apple tart by Denise --> Sorry hor i forgot the name of the thing...hee...) din feel anything lei. Think i'm really turning old. Well when u reach middle-youth, certain things happen...

1) Girls your age look and behave so much older than u do

2) Girls younger than you look and behave so much younger than you do

3) You achieve the same timing as u ran for your 2.4 km run during your NS days, but thats just for 4 laps.

4) The radio labels what used to be your favourite song from your time an "oldie"

5) Why u cant bring yourself to wear that cute monkey or Milk shirt u bought last time (refer to previous posts....haiz...)

Anyways, though i dun like to talk abt myself too much, I'll still do so for the remainder of this post!! Ha!! I'm feeling egotistical tonite!!

2006-07-07T00:33:00.000+08:00

Yo Yo Yo!!!

Wow, i just realised i haven hlogged for almost 3 months. And why do i know that? Cos my loyal readers and fans have informed me lar. Hur hur. I got fans lei.

Well, i've actually not really been busy lar. Just lazy. Hur hur.

Seeing that its been so long, i have plenty to say, and of course to kao pei on. Let me start with the latest event.

Ethelonter III

Oh i forgot that my mantra when i started this hlog was not to bore my millions of fans with inane updates on my life. But i dun care. So i shall tell u guys all that i've done these past 2 months in enlivening and enriching this world with my presence.

The camp was super super fun. Really. Though it was ultimately very tiring and shagged the shit out of me, i really enjoyed the feeling of camaderie and friendships forged when lots of ppl are cramped and made to stay tog for long periods of time. Nothing gets u closer to another human being then smelling their BO and yelling at them: "Oi dun turn this way when u slp hor or else we'll end up kissing!!!"

Ok for the sake of my fans i'll give a blow-by-blow account of the whole experience. No lar. Too lazy. So just provide the highlights. Muz read hor. I take the effort to type, u better take the effort to read. Hur hur.

Overall a few things stood out during the camp.

1. Cluedo.

Why? Cos i Best Actor ma. I put up an extremely sensitive and emotional portrayal of a Debt Collector who was forced by circumstances into bullying certain people. Overall i think cluedo was damn fun lar...cos i think me, chee kian (and NOT renhong cos he was v slack) lived out our darkest desires to scold ppl. Hur hur.

Basically i would scream at the gullible freshies when they walk by my station and yell at them to do stuff for me. Like massages, fanning me, and singing. Damn funny cos sometimes we would screw up and then we have to react accordingly. Like once when i pointed at my substantial biceps and said "biceps." This frm a Ah Long who doesn't even understand "Thank you." Some of the councillors of that group laugh until peng. Later when the group left i also laughed until peng.

Then got another time Chee kian that cock hit me on the chest. I was so stunned cos wah lau where got Shou Sia hit his boss one. So i asked Renhong to pull him away and beat him up. But all 3 of us were trying so hard not to laugh that we almost couldn't act anymore. Damn cock lar cluedo. But i think now everyone can see my acting skills can rival Tony Leung. Hur hur.

2. Fright Nite

Generally quite smooth lar. We were stuck in the dirty tunnel for over 4 hrs but at least we kept each other awake by occasionally scaring Eng Khoon when he waddled in to scare us. Check out the Blair Witch video man...effect damn good.

Something weird happened though. My freshie Ives had came into the tunnel with his partner who was damn scared already. So we ghosts all instinctively decided not to scare her lar. I always touch the girl's ankle when she walk past me one (touch guy later kena kick - girls gentler so at the most only scold bad word only...hur) but this time i decided to touch the guy's leg instead. But hor, the next morning, Ives told me that the girl told him SOMEONE had touched her ankle at the same time i touched Ives'!!!

woooooooh wooooh wooooh.....( cue evil music and cold wind)

and thats not all. HE SAID HE SAW A PERSON WITH A WHITE FACE SITTING NEXT TO MY SILLHOUETTE IN THE DRAIN.

WAH KOW.

Dear fans, there was no one there next to me.

Wooooooooohhh...................( cue evil music, cold wind, and crashing thunder)

3. Freshies!!

Err on to a less scary topic (shit man now i keep looking over my shoulder). Hathor freshies are great!!! Heh a very funny and fun bunch of people who made our camp expereince so fun. Hmm but think cos i'm involved in too many activities liao so din have much chance to bond with them. But hopefully (and there better be) through the outings we can do more stuff lar.

Haa we recently had group outing where we celebrated Huimin's birthday with this damn elaborate and cheem plan.

a. Bluff her to go esplanade to eat. And must eat until 10 plus.

b. When she wanted to go home liao we kept exchanging gossip and talk cock to keep her distracted. This is to allow the main perpetrators Ives and Junrong to get the stuff ready.

c. Then gay siao bring her to walk along the Esplanade bay there to look for the 2 guys.

d. Then just before we reach the designated place, Junhui had to pretend he step on something to drag for time cos they not ready. Junhui the cock pretended a branch, yes a branch dear readers, had penetrated his shoe, through the sole, and pierced his feet.

I found his acting so incredibly lame that i laughed non-stop as he was 'yelping' in pain. Everyone thought i was gg mad alr. But at least Huimin blur blur never see through lar. Haa.

e. Finally, upon reaching the destination, the guys suddenly appeared with the birthday cake, lit and everything. We sing birthday song then out came the sparklers. Yesh we had sparklers to play with, really like national day/engagement party/hari raya. Haa.But overall very sweet effect lar. Then we gave her our present, which was a very pretty silver chain. Seeing the elaborate arrangement for this birthday hor, i just want to say........

I ALSO WANT THIS KIND OF TREATMENT FOR MY BIRTHDAY HOR!!!

K lar thats abt it for the camp. Actually a lot of it is very memorable. Like the crazy-ass screaming (and blatant cheating) we had at sentosa, the truth or dare session at the chalet on the last nite, and just the friendships forged among everyone lar. But hor, its time to hlog more about myself. Hur hur. Ok next post.

2006-04-30T19:10:00.000+08:00

U guys read about the incident in America where the Vice-President Dick Cheney shot his friend while hunting? If not, go read up on it then watch this. Freaking funny.

2006-04-28T13:00:00.000+08:00

Just finished a paper. Will do brilliantly (that means either a C or C- hur hur). Hate exams. As with most people, so shan't bore.

Saw something in the library yesterday that made me snigger and suck coffee up my nose. Was mugging with long-necked-drain but he din see cos he was obsessed with staring at his crotch (sleeping on the table lar...but it really looked like he was staring at his crotch. hur hur)

Stupid girl sitting diagonally right of me. Not hot so din take much notice of her. Then her phone rings, think it was some stupid Nokia Ringtone. Very loudly. She panicked and u know what she did?

She SHUSHED AT HER PHONE. Yes, she said "Shhh!!!" to her phone. Instead of silencing it with a button as we mere mortals do, she "shhh" it. Maybe her phone is some new-age gadget that works by voice activation, but the mechanism was faulty that day i guess. It din work.

After a delayed reaction of about 8 seconds, in which time more and more people were glaring in admiration at that wonderful voice-activated gadget in her hands that was emitting such wonderful alluring music, she finally gave up and pressed the button.

Guess technology is catching up with us hor?

Oh and did u guys know we have very avid political and social debaters in NUS? I know that the elections are coming but must we have rallies in the libraries as well? Cos it really does seem that case lei. Case in point, got 1 table behind me with 3 girls and 2 guys. They were engaging in very serious debates, namely: where they should go after the exams, which pub has the cheapest entry rate, and "ooooooohh!!! your necklace damn pretty lei!! Where u buy one huh?"

Hmm, our library users are indeed serious debators who are so imbued with the need to argue the important issues afflicting and affecting our society today that they have to discuss these pressing issues in the library. Oh and of course when u debate, u must be loud ma, if not the next table and the next table and the next table cannot hear u lei. Then your lively debates would not reach the wide audience it was intended for. Just wanna thank these students for enlivening my study of the law with such intellectual discourse. Now i know where to buy pretty necklaces.

Ok back to studying how wives and husbands screw each other. In the meanwhile, watch this clip. Only 2 words to describe: Jack's Back!!.

2006-04-26T22:18:00.000+08:00

Heard on Class 95 (and infused with my own creativity and humour of course):

All men in the world today are searching for this rare breed of homo sapien, known commonly as woman, or sometimes known by their variations such as vainpot, chio-bu, Eee!!-sibei-pai-kua-bu.

Their Characteristics:

This breed can wash clothes,
iron,
cook,
clean the house,
pay the household bills,
feed the kids,
teach the kids how to do secondary school maths questions when they are in Primary 1,
look good and pretty

ALL AT THE SAME TIME

The name of this breed:

SWISS ARMY WIFE

Hur hur.

2006-04-24T12:14:00.000+08:00

The Age Issue

Something traumatic happened to me yesterday. Something tantamount to the sky falling on my head.

Someone called me an uncle!!!

Wah rao!!

uncleuncleuncle!!!

There i was, walking happily by my lonesome on my way to purchase a nutritious meal (2 piece kfc chicken meal....wooo!!), fiddling with my new phone (yes!! i have a new brilliant wonderful phone!!) when it happened. A bump. Looked down. Small little guy stared up at me with his innocent eyes. Then out came the dreaded words:

"Sorry uncle."

NOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo!!!!

Stunned into paralysis, i stared unyieldingly at him. As with all kids, he gave me an innocent grin, and rushed off to find his mum. Recovering my senses, i told myself:

Relax. He's probably using a generic term honed from years of repetition, probably because he's constantly surrounded by true uncles. He probably did not get a good look at me too, perhaps too stunned by the impact to react accordingly. Dun worry, once he gets a good look he'll react accordingly. Breathe.

Then, with the waft of the wind, came the sound of his voice:

"Mummy why the uncle stare at me like that?"

!!!

Why?!!? I'm only 23 lei!! (tho my birthday is coming. hur hur.) And i was wearing my oh-so-cute monkey shirt lor!!

You know, i think we should really teach our young the proper way to address people lor. Certain people are clear uncles. For instance:

See the guy on the left. Ahh, that one u can call uncle. See they have a certian look one. Dun anyhow suay bian call uncle lar. The classic gold chain around the neck, the short crew cut hair, oh and of course the face. When contrasted with my beaming face, filled with the vigour of youth, the uncle-ness is more pronounced. I'm sorry cheek but for the sake of educating our youth, i have to use u as an example. Its just not right that i'm an uncle. hur hur.

Ok for the sake of completeness, i shall show u whats an auntie.

And this here is a prime example of an auntie. Again check out the classic characteristics. The faded polo tee, the unkempt long hair (thats probably messy from having to take care of 4 kids), and of course, the thick spectacles from having to help the kids with their homework.

So i hereby strongly advocate all parents to properly educate their young on the importance of addressing adults. For reference, check out the guide i've provided above. For someone as youthful looking like me hor, together with my youthful exuberance, my stylishly styled hairstyle, and the shirt, i can and should be addressed by a variety of terms like a "mister", a "sir" or a "yandao". Hur hur.

(current-song-playing-in-my-head: mo ri zhi lian --- Zzen Chen)

2006-04-19T11:05:00.000+08:00

Interesting Observations about NUS

In my 3 years of NUS i have made some interesting discoveries about NUS:

Whenever you walk into the YIH study room in the morning, mysterious sheets of what are obviously scrap paper or rough paper appear on tables which are totally uninhabitated. Now though normal societal behaviour dictates that one should throw used paper away, our subjects actually treat them as valuable as gold, and respect their presence so much that we pay obeisance to them and retreat into a corner of the studyrm, far away from these papers, lest we disturb their holy aura.
Our NUS subjects do not understand the physical theory of space and matter. As such, they tend to imagine themselves and other people on A1 and A2 buses as compressible matter, whereby if u push hard enough, they can be compressed and hence more ppl can be squeezed up the bus.
That NUS is actually a breeding ground for covert undercover commandos. Hence the need to build the campus on bloody high slopes so that the subjects' leg muscles are well trained, and to build up their stamina.
That the Business Canteen Western Food uncle is actually an elite member of the Memory Institute. Hence his penchant to test his memory by yelling for orders 30 people down the line, and scolding you if u cannot meet his memory standards.
Ditto the Science Canteen Claypot family.

Hur hur. I think i can think of more. Wait until exams finish hor.

2006-04-13T16:22:00.000+08:00

Ok i'm truly bored

So in the throes of boredom, i went to read other ppl's blogs. (note the difference hor, mine's a HLOG)

And i realise that everyone seems to have spiralled into a web of depression. Why lei?!

Aiyoh i would be the first to admit that my life sux too. Cos it really does lar. And its not juz cos i broke up, but also cos of some general musings i've been having. Shan't bore u all with tat. But hor, my point is, life must still be beautiful right? Cos if its not, then why the hell are we still living?

The chio-bu who caught u leering at her, and instead of calling the cops or her beefcake boyfriend decides to reward u with a smile... the sheer luck when a chio-bu sits next to you, and in so doing prevented the smelly obese secondary school boy standing next to you from sitting there...a chio waitress serving u at a restaurant, and who laughed appreciatively at your attempt to be funny... All these are prime examples why we shld be glad of our lifes!!! [ok i know my examples a bit the skewed, but hey! its my hlog! and i'm horny. hur hur.]

But in all seriousness hor, i think melancholy is a feeling that pervades and infects. Trust me, i know. U hang around a depressed person too much, and u'll feel like dunking his head into the toilet bowl, and then peeing all over him. So guess wat i want to say is to find ways to make yourself happier!! and u can start by reading my hlog!!

Oh and tat brings me to my main point: read my hlog!!

Haa i know i very buay hiao pai, but i dun care. Cos hor, can earn money from blogs one lei. Look at Xiaxue, wah kow she gets sponsered everywhere lar. So i shall unabashedly say that my aim is to earn enough from my blog to retire when i'm 25, buy an island off the Mediterranean, and live with ______ (insert name of any hot, pretty, young thing) there and engage in nocturnal activities day in day out. Hur hur.

To that extent, i shall aim to attract all of you to read by hlogging about things that are interesting, and of course my hallmark: classy, acerbic, caustic humour. hur hur.

Knn its 439 and i'm still stuck at "Introduction." And my neighbour's playing Rainie Yang Chen Ling songs on repeat?!!?!!!! Wat the f***!!

And He's playin these kind of songs, while he's half-naked, dressed in his red checkered boxers, with his awesome tummy spilling over the waistband, thereby creating many many layers of luncheon-meat-like flesh, and head bopping to the super-childish nuances of the songs. Ohmigod.

2006-04-13T15:33:00.000+08:00

Wah lau i'm damn bored now. Cant concentrate on my essay, which is so strange since the topic is SOOOOOOOOOO INTERESTING.

"Critically analyse the report of the WTO Dispute Resolution Panel on Mexico - Measures affecting Telecommunications Services"

Woah...when i saw the topic i couldn't wait to read all the articles and literature on this topic man. I mean, i can practically feel my loins stirring at the amount of intellectual stimulation i will be receiving. Hur hur.

Anyway i've decided to change the term used for my entries. This blog will henceforth be known as a hlog - i wun tell u why unless u're (a) pretty, or (b) chio.

So, for my hlog today, i'm gonna entertain u ppl reading with some bo liao observations. Just hope it stirs your loins as much as mine was stirred by my essay. Hur hur.

Topic of the day: Why are slippers not allowed to be left outside the rooms in kuok?

12 noon: went for lunch and come back. Sauvely stepped out of my slippers at the corridor and came into the room to engage in another round of lively and robust typing for the above-mentioned essay.

1215 pm: Kim (dunno whats her official title at kuok lar) knocked on my door. "Oi your slipper again ah?!?!"

Me: "Huh? I in my room also cannot put outside meh?"

Her: "Aiyah u know cannot wat. Later hor corridor cluttered wiht everyone's slippers lei. U know how small our corridors are."

When i heard this argument, my mind wandered off. I dun think there's ever been more than 3 of us prowling the corridors at any one time lor. Maybe when i'm sleeping my neighbours all come out at night and wander along the corridors. Like ALL of them will come out at the same time and start wandering. Hence the presence of slippers along the corridor might seriously pose as a hazard to them, because as they're wandering, they might trip over the slipper straps, fall on each other, and engage in Brokeback activities. Oh, and for this scenario to happen, they must NOT be wearing the slippers as tehy prowl the corridor too.

Her: "And hor, slippers would be a fire hazard too."

Hmm...so if a fire broke out in kuok, the fact tat there are no slippers along the corridor would greatly aid us in escaping from a potentially life-endangering situation. Now, all we have to do would be to dig up our slippers or shoes from the recesses of our cupboard, which would of course be ostensibly further from the door, throw it on the floor, wear them, and then run out of the room, all the while screaming 'help help fire but dun worry there are no slippers along the corridor so u wun trip and fall and break your neck as u escape the fire!!!"

My legal training notwithstanding, i decided to hold my tongue. After all, she decides whether i have to clean my room before i return it for good. Hur hur..

Bo liao entry yes. Entertaining i know, but i cant hlog more. its 355 pm and my loin-stimulating essay is due tml. Knn.

2006-03-31T00:42:00.000+08:00

Official Break-up Post

Ha, as the title suggests, this blog entry will be my first official blog entry to commemorate my freedom!! Yipee!!!

Ok, I know no one believes I’m alright, and admittedly, I’m not. Have not been, not going to be for a long time. Well, I honestly din expect my depression to span such a long period ok? Knn I thought I’ll be cool and macho about it, but I guess experience counts eh. Whole world is telling me that it takes time, u need time, give yourself some time…yadda yadda…guess wat? Every bit is true man. Knn.

U know how sometimes you have the urge to just scream at the top of your lungs? Well, pls do it. Serious. It helps. Its therapeutic like hell. I went jogging just now, and this searing urge to scream rose within me to a writhing cresendo. And I did!
Shiok! i did scare the shit out of this person strolling past me though. He looked at me as if i was siao, or perhaps he was taking in my lovely manly scent? Hmm...

Supposed to be working on my IT Modular Assignment, otherwise known as the crappiest essay one can aspire to do. Any Ah Kow, Ah Mao, or Ah-Tiong can do lor. MY essay topic is, in a nutshell, "What happens in a game huh?" Then i have to extrapolate some law shit to cover games. Wah lau crap man. Doesn't even feel law to me.

Ahh, but the other item on my study agenda tonight is: Family Law, otherwise known as "how you can screw your husband over and get all his money cos he's sleeping with his mistress/secretary/babysitter/masseuse"

Actually this is not exactly the best time to be studying this la. You know the ending of each case already [divorce la, what else can it be] and doesn't really bode well for any future matrimonial desires on my part. Its enough to keep any horny ass sitting on his chair. Ha not that i'm yearning to get married or anything, but well, when you dun even remotely have anyone in sight hor, and u're turning the wrong side of your twenties soon, woah...

Wah lau i've got 8,500 words to write, 2 whole exams to study for, and ** kg to lose. heh. The weight thing can be succintly explained by my enlightening friend: "normally rite, when u break up, u sure wan2 lose weight to make the other jealous like siao. And to make her think - wah lau mistake lei. This hunk of meat could be mine." Hur hur. I wun say i'm in total agreement, but the man has got a point. Hur hur.

Wah fuck its 1 alr. Knn i've got another 5 hrs before i can slp. Tml have to answer:

"so, why do u think the husband has to pay the wife maintenance? Don't u think its unfair?"

Me: "err ma'am yes i think its unfair...."

Feminist Prof: "what!?!?!!?!?!"