The world needs a difference.
Before you ORD it is mandatory to go for a dental checkup in a military med centre. I went today. It took 15 secs.
I stepped into the room.
Dentist: "Open mouth. Ok it's good you still have teeth. NEXT!"
I stepped out of the room. Finito.
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After dental i went for archery. Seriously.
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I just watched American idol, and i realise that america is full of the weirdest strangest and fattest ppl on the planet.
Couples doth be so cruel.
My sis is the sub editor of Motorculture asia, a motorbike mag. If youre lucky you can spot it at any mag stores islandwide, and according to her the magazine is actually quite well knowned although i'd think all of you have not even heard of it. She'd interviewed people like Ix Shen, Maia Lee and most recently Jade Seah, in the process of her work.
I actually spotted it in Popular bookstore. So i took 3 copies and placed them in front of the rest of the magazines and ran away.
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When you're closing in to ORD, is it time to turn celebratory mood or start to be thrifty?
Should you try to act your age or try to stay young?
Whats the use of constantly keeping up with technology, if what you have now would only be obsolete soon enough?
Is it right to elude a bulb situation?
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Saturday was a beautifully moneyshag day to start 2007. To start things of i met biao and chris at Marina sq to watch One Last Dance. I realised something was wrong with the equation, and i asked where's ivan and cong, and Chris said they cant make it. Then i said, oh shit. Then, she said 'bluff you la they coming'. And so, Miss Christina Tee graduated with a phD in the wonderful abstract science of 'Bluffing MJ' after years and years of blood and sweat and she was overjoyed.
While waiting for cong and ivan to come and smash bulb, biao said he wanted to play arcade and chris also, and i said, oh shit. Again.
While Miss phD and biao murder some computer pixels i decided to sised abit and disappear downstairs to get food for the movie. Then ivan and cong finally arrived and smashed the bulb. Boss disappeared for awhile cos he was summoned to Hiroshima and they need him to release Fat Boy into the South China Sea. Foo went to put some bastard sauce on his dog. Then we entered the theatre.
One Last Dance was a simple show really. Spoilers: Francis Ng, Top male Ballerina was suffering from a terminal disease, and was gonna die soon. So he went on a killing rampage and killed many male ballerinas for fun. The show ended with him in an italian guy's house, he killed the italian guy cos he was stupid-looking, and there he had his ONE LAST DANCE, then he killed himself. The end.
After the dance show, chris and biao had to leave. Just like when you return an appliance to the store you must also return the charger. hahaha. Cong had to go watch a concert, as if a dance show is not enough for the day. So ivan and me get to go dating together again.
We went to Funan. There, we had a great time looking and laughing at all the technology of the world, how ridiculous and exorbitant, but interesting still. We searched for a laptop cover, and laughed at the nonsense sponge ones which would seriously protect your laptop from drop-shock. We laughed at a bluetooth mouse, and concluded that in was so necessary for your mouse to be ten metres away from your monitor screen. We stared at a subwoofer which was 3 times the size of our heads.
After that heart heart arrived and we had Ajisen for dinner. We had 3 volcanoes. Dun ever drink the cold green tea in Ajisen or you will turn into a huge and hairy ugly fat sised monster. Or unless you are one already then that will reverse the spell or probably make you worse.
What we did after that changed our lives, or at least, made us 50 percent more moneyshag. We played pool in the most expensive pool place in Singapore (we could find) called The Labyrinth, and it had Brown Brunswick Tables, brown chalk, and espn over our heads. I played 10000000 percent more pro than i used to. But zero times something is still zero. nevermind. All of a sudden it was so so bright i couldnt see. Then something appeared yet again which i thought i smashed earlier.
At 1am we left the place feeling full of self-proclaimed satisfaction of poking in in the most expensive pool place in Singapore. We went to the washroom, paid at the counter, and thanked them for ripping our money off. My hunger was fluctuating, i was actually hungry, but suddenly was not. So we decided to go home. Then heartheart and his
monke<--haha gf left. Then there was me and ivan left again.
Smash.
Then my hunger got back. So we ate at PS mac. Then home.
This was my Saturday. It is not my story. It is my song.
"I do my own stunts"
Jackie Chan asked Spielberg how he made Dinosaurs and humans walk together.
"Easy," said Spielberg, "I press button, button, button, button.."
Then Spielberg asked Jackie Chan how he was able to jump from one building to another building.
"Even easier," said Jackie, "Camera roll, action, jump!"
So which is more impressive, technology or no technology?
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Its a new year, and a new life ahead. I'll be out of prison soon, but is there gonna be a second prison? Sometimes i wonder whether army life is better than outcamp life since everything is provided for you, food, and the money. Then i slap myself cos definitely, nothing beats freedom. Sometimes i pity the army. Only a handful of army personnel sign-on because they have passion in army. The remaining bulk of army regulars sign-on because of money and inadequate education qualifications, but where's their passion? That's why the army is so inefficient. It time to move on from it.
And what lies ahead is still a mystery. 2007, surprise me. Bring me whats best.
