queue luck

are you familiar with the term queue luck? is a branch of luck that stems from the main branch luck. it is popular along with other branches like taxi luck.

today i felt like having a vanillia ice cream from mac's, a small dessert just to top dinner off. i chose the shortest queue, which consisted of a single man, with presumably an order that would befit one person. however, as it turns out, a mother with three kids had their order processed faster. and it wasn't the fault of the staff.

this guy decided to try some stunt with a coupon whipped out and it seemed like he was ordering and cancelling alot of things one at the time. even the guy behind the counter was just standing there waiting for that indecisive kuku to make his mind up. and a lovely conclusion to the incident? he paid with a fifty dollar bill. argh...ice cream don't come easy nowadays.

Uncle? WTF?!?!?!?!

today kena called 'uncle' at Suntec while looking at property investments in UK. fucking sad. if you've read Jac's blog on writing stories in six words, here's mine:

"kena call uncle, so fucking sad..."

or

"kena call uncle, look like meh?"

or

"uncle your si lang tao ah!"

mabbe it's time for botox.

songs...the rhythm to life

was listening to this yesterday on my journey home. i've heard it many many times. but somehow, sometimes, no matter how many times i've heard a song, there will be moments where it will just strike a chord in my heart. lyrics would be cheesy to some, but i think it's sweet nevertheless.

I can only give you love that lasts forever,

And a promise to be near each time you call.

And the only heart I own

For you and you alone

That's all,

That's all

I can only give you country walks in springtime

And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;

And a love whose burning light

Will warm the winter night

That's all,

That's all.

There are those I am sure who have told you,

They would give you the world for a toy.

All I have are these arms to enfold you,

And a love time can never destroy.

If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,

You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.

Say it's me that you'll adore,

For now and evermore

That's all,

That's all.

That's All, Michael Buble

love you lots, babe

new keyboard! yay!

i bought a new keyboard to replace my cheapo logitech one. i have learnt that not everything that bears a branded name is a good product, even for something as simple as a keyboard. the problem with the cheap logitech one was that the keys were quite stiff overall, causing a little tenderness even to my fantastic flying fingers of fanatic fury. the colour code is silver and black compared to black.

it comes with a few shortcut keys to access programs like my web and mail browser and most importantly, volume control. i don't mind clicking for some things but volume control is a bitch coz it's a drag and drop function and the volume bar is too short, requires too much concentration. also, the ever handy mute button in case of sudden incoming phonecalls. then again, aren't all phonecalls sudden in nature?

the top left side of the keyboard has inputs for headphones and a microphone(teamspeak anyone?). a pair of headphones with an attached mic was supplied together with the keyboard. after all, this keyboard is heralded the X-Slim Headset keyboard, by A4tech.

the top right side has a USB 2.0 port! how handy! no need to bend down to plug external devices anymore! hurray for lazy people!

true to it's name, the keyboard is indeed very slim. look at its profile compared to my mouse. the only gripe though, is that they don't have elevation clips to slant the keyboard abit more. the keys are however, much softer than el cheapo logitech. my fingers are now free from tragedy.

yumyum

bj ice cream again. omg, i'm getting fat...or fatter. i'm severly overfed by my family. babe is coming back later today too. i are happy. feeling nua on a public holiday. then again, feeling nua everyday.

sis trying to be funny

i was utterly full on sunday night due to pigging out on friday, saturday and sunday. i then decided to come back to school on monday morning instead of the usual sunday night. took a cab back, tried to find my earphones for my phone to listen to my mp3's when i found this gem my sister planted for me. it was in my pencil case, where i left my earphones.

the back story behind this gem, i've told to a few people before. it's about those insurance agents who con your attention by making you choose from different items, in this case, straws of many colours, those bubble tea kind. i was relating to my sis the countless times those goondus stop me and make me choose a straw, saying i would win a prize depending on the colour. then about how they'd ask me questions and waste my time and in the end i don't receive anything. i told her specifically that after falling for it a few times and getting jaded, my favourite part of their whole routine is when they say "Oh, you've picked the [insert colour] straw". and it just kills me inside coz i know i ain't getting squat at the end of the day.

presenting the gem my sister left in my pencil box:

central with sis

it was a sunday. went for mass in the morning as usual. saw a new family in church. husband and wife with three daughters, the grandmother and the maid. the little girls all had pretty doe eyes, except that they have this strange habit of staring. i know i'm good looking but i'm not used to girls looking at me for such a long period of time. especially girls below ten. i'm a lazy bum at church, i don't stand straight hence when i'm standing, i usually support myself by planting my palms on the back rest of the row in front of me. one of the little girls stared at me, and started drooling and salivating and a dollop of spit landed on the resting place of my palms. i stood straight ever since. God has a sense of humour.

lunched with family at wisma foodcourt. after that i walked around the wisma-taka area with my sister and she had a craving for thick peanut butter toast with condensed milk. hence we ended up at central at taka.

the toast was so-so, not worth the money. my sister had ribena with lemon. it cost her $3.50. what a swindle in my opinion. don't think i'm ever going back there again. unless at gunpoint. my sis decided to pay by card but we were only informed that we can only sign if the bill is more than $20. so my sis decided to nets it. the woman said ok and left with her card. i joked about her coming back with a nets handset with a cable drum containing a good length of cable or the counter staff beckoning her to 'sign' her pin over so they could press it for her. they came back with a bluetooth handset. fucking excellent i say.

haven't hung out with my sis for awhile but most've the time we entertain each other with as much bullshit as we can come up with. the waitress at central tore the nets receipt too early and exclaimed in horror 'zao gao!' as if someone got hit on the head. i thought ok you doofus, what now? would she know how to do a reprint or something? how amused i was when my sister was handed a poorly scotch taped receipt. one thing about the place also, it's 50 cents charge if you want more condensed milk and they don't allow child prams inside. you're supposed to park it at the door where apparently someone will look after it. my sis and i concurred yeah sure, someone is looking after it, the couple sitting next to the door.

sad and happy

my babe is out of town for the weekend till the public holiday is over. i hope she enjoys herself in bangkok. it's just a short trip, but i still do miss her, miss the familiarity of just holding her, all the little things. being sad, i felt the need to eat something good. gary brought a few of us to check out this crab place in ang mo kio which is supposedly famous, and i could see why later on. the picture below was taken at about 5.30pm. We didn't eat at this place though, we ate the opposite joint with a shorter queue. "look! singaporeans really will queue for food! just like it said in the encyclopedia!"

onward marcheth the crab consortium, which consisted of, not in order of merit, gary, xinhui, yunjia, yehyang and yours truly. and yes folks, that is actually a queue marker, a legendary tool used since the stone ages to deter queue jumpers. use preferably with lots of force, directed towards the head. crab beehoon. enough said. no need to say so much, we preferred to eat at that moment.

crab with butter and white pepper sauce. this was so good, we spent 8 dollars on fried mun tou mopping up the sauce. well, it was either expensive mun tou, or we ate alot of mun tou. it was abit of both. i'm definitely bringing my babe here.

we came, we ate, and ate, and ate, and conquered. well, yunjia let some crab legs get the better of her, but still, commendable effort from someone who doesn't eat prawn simply coz she's lazy to peel them.

look! it's lazy girl holding up the damage slip. 1483...maybe should've bought 4D.

After the makan, yehyang broke off from us and we followed yunjia down to tanjong pagar as she needed to grab something from the office. we then proceeded to circular road for a light chillout session. the following was at eski bar.

we then headed to archipelago brewery further down and sebastian joined us for abit.quite a nice night, didn't end too late. jared and david missed out this time but sure hope they will join us again some other day. for their own sake.

most of the photos look fine when they're small sized. the actual sized ones are a little blurry, think i need to get a phone tripod hurhur.

wanted poster

i hope they catch that mofo...either that or may he choke on a fishball. or something else.

introducing...the devil himself and another cat

omg, it's satan himself! look at his scary pitchfork!

here we have this other cat called cherie, and like fluffy, it has a myriad of names. cherie has been around since he was a kitten, quite a cute blighter, especially after being neutered. he seemed a little sad today, i think he misses fluffy. no mood to pay attention to anyone or purr even when stroked. he just laid there out in 36 courtyard, stoning. below is a picture of cherie when he was younger and when i still allowed him on my bed for catnaps.

i'm suffering from academia inertia majora...

i woke up with a sense of purpose today. i was going to spend the whole day at Le Quad studying my econs. but somehow it died down over my breakfast, which consisted of a cookie and a chicken pie, both purchased and devoured at Le Quad. i met my JC classmate by chance, and we chatted for awhile, over my cookie and chicken pie. as i type this, i'm still in a nua mood. but something kinda made my day.

look how 1337 i am while i surf the net, virus scan and BT at the same time! yes, BTing on school grounds excite me. the speed is pretty decent too. shall try on hall computer later.

Lost...but a bit happier.

i think i'm officially lost. it's like knowing where you are but having no idea what the place is. it's like i know i'm somewhere yet no where at this point of time. what is all this nonsense in my notes?!!

Oh well, little misunderstanding over the weekend with mummy chin ironed out. i've got one less thing to worry about. that makes me a little happier. hard to be a rebel when you love your parents. unless your parents are rebels too. that made sense and not made sense at the same time. nevermind.

fuckin' haze...giving air everywhere a weird smell. i think my goal in life is to test mattresses or something, as long as it is sleep related in nature.

What's all this gibberish?

what the fuck am i studying?....clueless...about one month to exams...still fucking clueless coz i have no idea how what i study will apply to my life later...

Life's a joke, and there's a cat murderer in hall

hurhur, life can be quite funny sometimes. sometimes you don't know whether to laugh or cry. a mofoing bird shat on my pants which i left to dry over the weekend. sometimes i can fathom why people kick cats and put rubber bands around their necks, i personally feel like sniping all the birds in hall to hell right now. then again, cats are cute, birds are not. i hope patches rips their heads off and sends them to bird hell, where humans shit on them and their bird mobiles and their bird statues.

one of my few pictures of socks, peng peng, xiaohei, beauty...and many other names. this cute black cat will missed.

this is the cat that i hope will bring hell to the birds, say hello to patches. she's the alpha female in hall, probably the only cat that hunts, stalks, rips and kills. oh, she enjoys nights on the roof too, as in fifth floor roof. she got up there herself. i also hope she kills that cat strangling mofo.

in memory of fluffy, the cute black fluffy cat who was fiesty and had a white paw.

life's tough, and it sucks.

note to self and whoever - americans should not try to adapt brit comedy.

some pics/points to ponder

yeah...nothing like party proof hair gunk. now pespiration will just slide off your scalp and drench you! no worries though, you'll still look like a winner, albeit a little wet. and maybe stinky. hmm...water resistant, wonder how you get this shit off. kerosene perhaps?

ok, this one just proves that the japanese are masters of packaging and marketing. now, when i say romantic and souffle, what's the first thing you'd think of? candles, flowers and cake maybe? wrong...the correct answer is hairwax. wtf is romantic styling anyway? "ooh baby your hair looks so...romantic" or maybe "wow you've got some major volume there, must be the souffle wax huh?" for me souffle= cake and romantic is definitely not related to wax, unless you're talking brazillian or some S&M shit, which is clearly more pain than romance.

now ain't she a looker? i obviously didn't take this photo. i don't think sgpore has any girl who has such huge...balls to wear something like that. just something i came across while surfing my soccer betting forums. main thing is who the fuck wears something like that? rhetorical coz obviously she does. hope the guys appreciate the pic, don't dirty your pants now. in soccer speak, this is clearly "pang neng liap" or give 2 ball. doesn't mean if i've a huge dick means i'll go clubbing in my speedos right? sheesh, some people are just being environmentally friendly and using less cloth and dye i presume. she must be an environmentalist.

Event update

it has been awhile since i updated. decided that blogging is quite tiring, heh just like exercise, fun for awhile. well, taking a break for the night, from studying...yes, you saw that right. i do study, well, sometimes. ok, brief overview of events passed, in chronological order:

forbidden city

watched. pretty good, impressed by the set and costumes, for a supposedly local production. kit chan didn't matter, although it probably suckered a few more people to watch it. agree with jared though, kit has a nice voice but sometimes seem like she's just shouting. my babe and i should know. we were second row from the stage. we could hear their wonderful projections, of both voice and saliva. any closer i'd demand for raincoats.

got told off DURING INTERMISSION (read: it's a break, no one on the stage) that no photograpy is allowed. isn't it strange? it's my face and i can't be narcisstic in a theater when nothing is happening? how absurd is that? i think they should be warning the lady in front of us to not take off her slippers and place her bare feet on the front rest. it is disturbing and even i don't do that in a movie. or lecture.

bumped into a few hall seven people. received a very thoughtful sms from yehyang, it went "don't buy the cd, i bought already". he's such a nice chap isn't he?

dad's and jie's birthday

celebrated with the usual buffet dinner at grand plaza parkroyal. it's the hotel next to the usual BF hangout, the guys should know where, roughly. usual happy birthday, blah, see the relatives you don't see often and all the fluff that comes with it. food was not bad. ambience not too bad too. live music from the lounge overflows into the makan area so there's entertainment sorta. realised that alot of old men over 50 go to that lounge and dance with strange ladies. oh well, guess even old guys and gals like to have fun once in awhile. pity i don't have a picture of the old men with young ladies. the caption would've been "fracture waiting to happen" or "you see? milk does prevent osteoporosis"

ok, since i've no funny pictures, i'll just post some random pics.

this is shane, my cousin who turned a year older a week after my dad and sis. shane obviously had fun with the chocolate fondue fountain. the flash was a little bright, k800i sadly has no flash suppressor. cute little imp, ain't he.

this, my friends, shows that chocolate indeed has the sticky properties to help mend broken hearts and emotional cracks. it is the aftermath of chocolate fondue rampage. using only a stick, a marshmallow and some(ok, a fair bit) chocolate, you can lift an entire bowl off the table surface!