Go wit the Flow

2008-07-28T22:21:00.000-07:00

i have shifted over

http://fanaticalism.livejournal.com

2008-03-04T22:00:00.000-08:00

gasp, this page has been dead for a long time..

but nonetheless, an update of my life:

i'm no longer in ATI.
rather, i've been posted to TRADOC, helping out with projects and admin matters..
yes, u read it right. i got downgraded to...

u have to find out yourself :p

in another matters, i plan to kickstart my online football portfolio.
which is hard cos there's millions, if not, ca-zillions of these all over the Net.
i would have to find something... outstanding to garner hits.

and this is the place where i can showcase my encyclopedia of football knowledge.
this would be THAT something where i can be closer to my dreams..

well..

to be able to interview the likes of Ronaldo, Kaka, Messi..

and future stars like Bojan, Vela and Giovinco?

that is my dream.

2008-02-06T01:32:00.001-08:00

it has been weeks.

but i just received an acceptance form from one of the unis.

good start to the CNY holiday mood :)

2008-01-20T04:03:00.000-08:00

first post of 2008, yay.

again, there isnt much to update except that i think i am falling sick and that my dad is an idiot. 60% of the time.

2007-12-30T00:36:00.000-08:00

2007..
this year has seen my life gone through many chapters. Some of them heart-wrenching, some of them eventful.

The first of which began with the end of yet another education milestone. My graduation from the poly. 3 years of running up the notorious Ngee Ann Hill to slot in assignments into teachers' pigeon holes and cramming in the Atrium for projects...

i'll never forget friends I made, the ugly politics and the knowledge I've gained.

6 months of stinging and saving up of money had left me a grand total of $3000. I spend it all on an adventure that I knew that if I hadnt take the chance, I would be left cringing with much regret. That adventure took me to Paris, France.

Alas, I'm quite the conservative person and for those seeking to find out what all this adventure is, u may ask me.

Then on 13 July, the rite of passage from boys to men began.
I boarded the ferry to the Island.

I roughed it out with guys coming from different backgrounds, got to know different kinds of people and made friends with all of them.
I learnt how to strip an M16 rifle in less than 40 seconds, spend the longest 7 days in the mosquito-infested swamps and doing countless exercises.
Once that was done, I got posted to SISPEC and underwent training to become a junior commander. 2 months later with 2 stripes, I'm now training to be instructor in the Armour Institute, located in the ulu regions of Lim Chu Kang.

Reflecting on these 6 months of army (and still complaining about how they should relook about 2 years into 1 year), I guess the most I've picked up are the lifeskills.
I've learnt that I pay for my own actions, that how important man-managing skills are, that how lucky I really am.
How lucky I have a family to go back to every time I come home for the weekends. With nothing to worry about.

If you ask me what was most significant about 2007...

I will say that there ARE people in this world who are made for you.

Happy New Year.

May 2008 bring something life-changing to you.

2007-12-19T05:22:00.000-08:00

(photo from gettyimages.com)

whoops sorry there stevie g....

TRY AGAIN NEXT YEAR!

2007-12-04T04:16:00.000-08:00

in a few hours, my parents and my bro are off to one of the Wonders of the Earth.
One of the wonders that offers a wealth of photo opportunities.

No, not Stonehenge nor Easter Island.

They're off to see the Valley of Kings, take a camel ride at Giza, visit Cairo, take a cruise along the river nile, marvel at Ramses II temple at Abu Sibel...

Yes folks, they're off to Egypt.
for 10 days.

Goodness knows that if I had went, I would go ballistic with my camera.
The country alone is a massive opportunity for me to start on my photo portfolio for my future photography endeavours.

.....

time to start saving up for my travelling next year.
army or not, no one is gonna stop me from exploring the world.

2007-12-01T22:44:00.000-08:00

and so 10 weeks have passed again and i'm out of the camp...

to post to the ultimate CHIONGSUA Camp ever.

cleaning tank barrels, charging with them, being in charge of a section, field camp almost every week - nothing compares to the School of Armour.

its hard not to get excited.

2007-10-20T13:03:00.000-07:00

finally, a post not talking about Army.

this audio file is so freakin funnie that it deserves a post.
(i found the transcript to it too!)

http://graphics1.snopes.com/crime/audio/burger.wma

Dispatcher: Sheriff's department, how can I help you?

Woman: Yeah, I'm over here . . . I'm over here at Burger King right here in San Clemente.*

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: Um, no, not San Clemente; I'm sorry, I live in San Clemente. I'm in Laguna Niguel, I think, that's where I'm at.

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: I'm at a drive-through right now.

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: I went . . . I ordered my food three times. They're mopping the floor inside, and I understand they're busy . . . they're not even busy, okay, I've been the only car here. I asked them four different times to make me a Western Barbeque Burger. Okay, they keep giving me a hamburger with lettuce, tomato, and cheese, onions, and I said, "I'm not leaving . . ."

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: I want a Western Burger because I just got my kids from Tae Kwon Do, they're hungry, I'm on my way home, and I live in San Clemente.

Dispatcher: Uh-huh.

Woman: Okay . . . she said, she gave me another hamburger; it's wrong. I said four times, I said, "I want it to go. Can you go out and park in front?" I said, "No, I want my hamburger right." So then the . . . the lady came to the manager. She . . . well whoever she is, she came up and she said, um, she said, um, "Do you want your money back?" And I said, "No, I want my hamburger. My kids are hungry and I have to jump on that toll freeway." I said, "I am not leaving this spot," and I said, "I will call the police," because I want my Western Burger done right! Now is that so hard?

Dispatcher: Okay, what exactly is it you want us to do for you?

Woman: I . . . send an officer down here. I . . . I want them to make me . . .

Dispatcher: Ma'am, we're not gonna go down there and enforce your Western Bacon Cheeseburger.

Woman: What am I supposed to do?

Dispatcher: This is . . . this is between you and the manager. We're not gonna go and enforce how to make a hamburger; that's not a criminal issue. There's . . . there's nothing criminal there.

Woman: So I just stand here . . . so I just sit here and [block]?

Dispatcher: You . . . you need to calmly and rationally speak to the manager and figure out what to do between you.

Woman: She did come up, and I said, "Can I please have my Western Burger?" She . . . she said, "I'm not dealing with it," and she walked away. Because they're mopping the floor, and it's also the fact that they don't want to . . . they don't want to go through there . . . and . . . and . . .

Dispatcher: Ma'am, then I suggest you get your money back and go somewhere else. This is . . . this is not a criminal issue. We can't go out there and make them make you a cheeseburger the way you want it.

Woman: Well . . . that is . . . that . . . you're supposed to be here to protect me.

Dispatcher: Well, what are we protecting you from, a wrong cheeseburger?

Woman: No . . .

Dispatcher: Is this like . . . is this a harmful cheeseburger or something? I don't understand what you want us to do.

Woman: Just come down here. I'm not . . . I'm not leaving.

Dispatcher: No ma'am, I'm not sending the deputies down there over a cheeseburger. You need to go in there and act like an adult and either get your money back or go home.

Woman: She is not acting like an adult herself! I'm sitting here in my car; I just want them to make my kids a . . . a Western Burger.

Dispatcher: Ma'am, this is what I suggest: I suggest you get your money back from the manager and you go on your way home.

Woman: Okay.

Dispatcher: Okay? Bye-bye.

2007-10-06T10:29:00.001-07:00

Army...

lets talk about the people in it.

It was only this week that I discovered, mere stupidity still exists in people.
2 cases.

1st case:
It is well known that the crew-cut hair style is an identity that you are a military personnel. It is also a rule that you must maintain that hairstyle unless you gain a rank. Being a private doesnt count.

So this chinese dude in my company, being the stupid boy that he is, went ahead and designed an aerodynamic pattern on the back of his face.

He was caught instantly by the Sgt major.
And as they say, he was screwed upside down.

2nd case:
There are 2 types of smokers.
The first ones are usually the ones who know when to go for their smoking break.
The second ones are the complete opposite.

During a dialogue session with the superiors,
3 Malays in my company decided they couldnt take it and signalled to each other to take a break.
So they left, found a corner and smoked.
Only thing is that after a few minutes, a staff sgt caught them red-handed.

It was reported to the Sgt major.
And as they say, they were screwed upside down.

Gosh, when will these people grow up.
and think. for once.

and the last time i checked,
smoking kills.
and its sad to know,
the bountiful of smokers in my company don't seem to know that fact.
for every smoking session, they rush out like the next second would signal the end of the world.

its sad to know the majority of people in **** are like that.

2007-09-23T01:20:00.000-07:00

2 weeks isnt enough! i was starting to enjoy civilian LIFE!
But SISPEC has come calling. bloody hell argh
anyways, the only incentive is that the pay is quite reasonable, and I should be able to buy some of the stuff that I've been yearning for by mid 2008.

1 year 8 months more. i cant complain.
cmon man!

2007-09-18T02:37:00.000-07:00

If the vocation I get gives my good pay, then my plan goes like this:

1) Get my own digi professional camera by the end of the year.
2) Save up worth 6 months pay - and then get away for a week to travel. Countries include Canada, Japan, Europe..
3) If the darn PS3 price decreases (and gets a mod chip)...
4) Perharps buy a new laptop?

Estimate cost is already ... 3000 plus.. maybe touching 4000?
Which means that by end of next year, I should have at least achieved half of them.
Lucky my servitude to the Army is only 1 year 8 months now and then its bye bye to this country.
And on to Australia to clear away my last obstacle.

and also...

is it really so hard to move on?
half of the things I say, often don't materialise. I fail to carry them out.
is it.. really that hard?

2007-09-11T08:54:00.000-07:00

thanks for the memories T platoon 4 section 3

2007-09-08T07:34:00.000-07:00

3 more days and its P.O.P

otherwise known as PASSING OUT PARADE

which also means:

MY BMT HAS FINALLY COME TO AN END!!!

hoorah! but its not over, cos the posting has yet to come.
im wishing it wont be SISPEC. pls dont let it be SISPEC.

2007-08-26T01:48:00.000-07:00

so this is how 26 Aug goes by.

i shall make it big next year. and who's to blame?
life was never fair when I entered the army.

2007-08-19T02:17:00.000-07:00

field camp, the most shiong thing in BMT, has been done and dusted.
what an eventful 6 days.
sure, i was cursing and mumbling about spending 6 days in the mosquito/wild boar infested forests of Tekong.
but deep within me, i always knew that at the end of it, I would definitely say:
it was fun as hell.

and sure it was. no doubts.

i will never forget these:

- everyone mass stripping enthusiastically and powder-bathing themselves everywhere until their balls burn with 'pleasure' ;D

- sleeping next to a live orchestra every night (aka my buddy). He had different tunes everytime. I tried nudging him to shut his mouth, even to the extent of shining my torchlight at his face and closing his mouth. Then only to hear 5 seconds later, the loud bass and occasionally the trumpets. -__-

- our sergeant major briefing us on ignoring laughter or cries of small lil children at night. right at that moment, a cold wind blew. he exclaimed: 'what a f**kin nice feeling!'

- One of the platoons had adopted a code word to wake everyone up whenever there was an 'attack' while we were sleeping. On the 3rd night, the sergeants attacked and that particular platoon screamed 'RAYMOND! RAYMOND! RAYMOND!' in cold bloody murder. Everyone got confused and soon the entire forest sung 'RAYMOND RAYMOND RAYMOND!'

- On the last night, I had to go. I had endured the tingling pain in my arse for 5 days and had planned to nicely dump it all out when I returned back to the bunk. But I just couldn't. So me and one of my section mates went near the toilet area and I picked a spot. Halfway through me business, I heard wild boar snorting coming from my right. And daymn the noise was getting louder by the minute. Panicking a lil, I quickly shit all there was, wiped my arse and got the hell outta there. (well selfish, but i wasnt the only one xD. our officer told us alot of shit was found everywhere and he punished us with push-ups)

- digging my own grave (shell-scrap. basically, a hole in the ground for u to take cover in case of artillery fire) for 4 hours flat. my back died.

- on the last day, it poured but we were soaked in wet sand as we crawled 100m with live machine gun rounds firing above us. Our platoon sergeant took the fire hose and he massed cleaned us like we macham refugees. But everyone didnt mind as we all were darn happy that field camp was over.

yeah, it was fun.
but i would say this:
you are blessed not to have hold a rifle.

because seriously, even if u have been trained in all aspects of weapon shootings and handling,
will u be able to fire when u see the enemy in front of you?

chances are, you'll be scared shit in your pants and will hesitate to put the trigger.
we guys have the 'chance' of doing that whilst serving.
in a way, u can thank us for doing our part for the country.
but please, it isn't a cool to hold a weapon.

i hope to the highest hope i'll get posted to somewhere that doesnt involve me holding any types of firearms after BMT.

2007-08-05T00:22:00.000-07:00

it's been 3 weeks of training, sweating, tekaning, running, route-marching, shooting and sleeping in the place known as the Island.
P.T Island.
how appropriate. cos when the sgts are tekaning, they always say the same thing:

'remember, this is not TEKAN SESSION. This is Physical Education!'

then we proceed with 10 counts of 4 push-ups and if we're slow, we switch to jumping jacks with 20 counts of 4.
all the better if we wearing our LBV vest and our heavy m16s rifles.

but learning new things can be fun.
like urban operations, where groups of 3 will make their way tactically through a building. they will execute standard 'storming/scanning the room' procedures and fire blanks at target enemy boards.
like the bobo guy in my group, when he charged in screaming like a mad psycho when i just threw in my 'grenade' into a room.
or someone putting the rifle into auto-fire mode when SIR already said 1039485 times DO NOT PUT ON AUTO-FIRE MODE.

i guess so far its been quite fun looking back at it.
though i still cannot forgive the fact that 18 year/19 year old guys, full of potential, no matter who they are, slave 2 years of their youths to the Army. Majority will go on and ORD, while the minority may sign on.
so u see, its only a handful that go on to become professional soldiers. which proves the point that being an Army regular isnt all that attractive. The good pay is an incentive, BUT, there are also other jobs out there with better pay. And that is where I want to head for when 2009 approaches.

bloody hell, its only 3 weeks! ><

2007-07-09T00:53:00.000-07:00

and so i go in on Friday.

it has been a fun boyhood years before i rough it out.
i hope evrything goes well.

there will definitely be people i will miss.
even though some have gone overseas, some are still here.
for that, thanks for everything.

see u soon~

2007-07-01T01:22:00.000-07:00

so my short trip to KL was abit overhyped.
i went there, with my mom and Sara (my cousin) to meet up with Malaysian relatives that I hadnt heard at all in my entire life.
The family tree goes like this:

My mom has a cousin, who is my aunt.
This aunt of mine has 3 sisters and 1 brother living in M'sia.
Her brother's daughter, her niece, is getting married.
So since my mom and my aunt are cousins,
that technically makes my aunt's niece and me cousins.

Get it?

Nevermind.

anyway, a 5 hours coach ride to the capital and upon arriving, I see a real life group of protestors going around shouting stuff and holding up huge slogans.
not sure what was the riot about, but I shall check some sources.
After hanging around at KLCC, I went over to my cousin's house.
Huge gathering with tons of food and lots of unfamiliar faces.

So as I said hi to the bride-to-be, I realized it was going to be quite the bore.
She responded back - in Cantonese.
And not just her, everyone around the house.

Language barrier. ARGH!
So every Malaysian cousin of mine (i say roughly around 10 after all the introductions) was communicating in Canton.
If not for Sara, I would have died of boredom.
The entire evening was spent just talking to her and waiting for my mom to finish her conversations with her 'long-lost' cousins.

The wedding was the next day but prior to that, we got early to attend the tea ceremony.
A traditional chinese type where the groom comes, only to find that the door to the house is locked and there, he has to negotiate prices for the bride and play some games to entertain the entire family.

After that, one of the aunties brought us to try SUPERB fried fish soup bee hoon. It's the dish where the soup has been concocted with milk, tomato and ginger. Anyway, it was superb. Finished to the last drop and would have ordered another one...

..if not for some shopping.

Alas, Mid Valley megamall (in my mind, i thought it was a run-down area) was a regular Isetan so I was limited to buying just 2 shirts at Factory Outlet.
The rest of the mall was littered with Zara, Vincci, G2000, Levis, B.U.M, Esprit and Burberry.
Shopping indeed ><

the wedding came later in the evening.
Admittedly, it was quite horrible.
Firstly, the food came late and it was either over-cooked or under-cooked.
Secondly, the service was horrible.
This waiter came to us with shark fin's soup and then he left without scooping into lil bowls for us.
The same waiter kept on forgetting to change plates whenever we reminded him to do so.
Another waiter serving the table next to us spilled wine onto a girl's dress. What's more, she was wearing white.
If these part-timers want to earn the cash, please do so in a way that it doesnt tarnish the hotel's image. Gosh, bloody bad PR service.

Finally, the MC was a total bore.
In short, he was shyte.
He kept on speaking in a uninterested monotone and repeated the same things umpteen times. Enough to put even a cow to sleep.
I couldnt believe he was getting paid to do that.
The groom must have felt damn shit that an MC like that was conducting his wedding.
Thus, me and Sara crept away to Coffee Bean to avoid more suffering.

Thankfully, we left quite early in the morning to reach home early.
KL hadn't change much.
It will be for some time before I venture there.
again.

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quite hard to forget someone eh?
its damn true.

2007-06-22T04:41:00.000-07:00

people need to know when they say yes to something,
they must give ample time to cancel it and apologise.
and NOT at the damn last minute.

hmmm.. wads that word?
ah yes, its called being PANGSEH.

2007-06-13T07:49:00.000-07:00

woot i just won 200 bucks in yahoo poker ahaha..
cheap thrill :p

anyhow, exactly one month from now.
im gonna be bald.

shaved bald.
roughing out with 50 other odd guys, hugging rifles,
shovelling dung and other unmentionables,
its hard not to get excited.

;D

2007-06-04T06:36:00.000-07:00

I went back to help out in my old school's BB (boys brigade) June Fun Camp.
And, I'm surprised to say how the generations below me have been 'well-brought up'.

the camp was centered around The Amazing Race, so the boys had to race around parts of Singapore to get clues etc etc..
so i took a team and they head out to Pulau Ubin.

on the island, my team tells me they all can cycle (if one member couldnt, they had to walk around the island on foot).
But once they rented their bikes, one of them has trouble taking off.
I asked him: 'Can u cycle?'
He replies: 'No I can't sir. i forgot how to!'

I stare at him in complete 100% bewilderment.
cos racing in my mind was this thought:
HOW IN THE BLUE WORLD DOES ONE FORGET HOW TO CYCLE??

Sensing that I was about to tell him off, the team leader brings him back to switch to a 2 seater bike.
So that was part one..
the race around Pulau Ubin was filled with heavy drizzle, scratches and bruises, some boys completely getting lost and dirty muddy shirts.
Then part 2 comes after we got off the island..

My team finishes 4th out of the 8 teams that started, so it was really good.
I brought my team for some supper at Zion Riverside food centre.
So while eating our food, one of the boys who was in sec 1 asked if i played DOTA.

'Nope, I don't,' i told him.
'Why sir?' he asks.
'Well, I played it actually before, but after awhile, i got bored of it.'

The boy can't believe what he just heard.
'Wahhh tell that to Ray ah (sec 2 boy in my team) and he confirm tell you off.'

I decided to tell him my honest opinion of DOTA
'DOTA eats away your life'

Ray comes back and doesnt hear what I just said, and engages in a convo with the sec 1 boy.
'DOTA? Waahh i play everyday 8-6pm'

The sec 1 reiterates: '8-6? i play from 9am - 12 midnight. Parents go work, they come back, i still playing. I come out only to eat then go back and GG people.'

.................
i rest my case

Part 3 was the next day.

I was camera man, filming each team's progress for the entire day.
At night, me and the other officers decided to bring them out for another supper session.
Some boys suggested going to Great World City, which one boy reasoned this:
'GO MACS! Hawker food no air con, no fries.'

At this point, I'm really wondering whether all the boys eat pasta or some exquisite food every day for their meals.

So it hits me that these special bunch of boys have been brought up to the point where they have been spoilt.
OH YES.
Online gaming addicts that complain cycling is too tiring, hawker food = rubbish and macs = heaven food enthusiasts and boys that take life too easy.

goodness.
im quite shocked that they are from a prestigious well known school.
so these are the future school boys? brillant i say.

anyhow, besides being shocked by them,
i had fun catching up with the other officers.
maybe i'll go back and serve more.

2007-05-26T09:16:00.000-07:00

im kinda jealous of my cousin.
she's gone on a 17 day tour of Europe, touring with the different cities
and best of all, she gets to go to Paris on the last 5 days.

Paris has become one of those cities I would wanna visit again.
This time, hopefully, with her.
HOPEFULLY, cos as one of my friend says,
try to go there with your girlfriend.
but we WILL see..

(note, her is a prerogative term. ;D)

anyway, sweet desserts are on the menu this last week. really good stuff.
next week, an international buffet and peranankan.
u cant get any better food but right here in Singapore.

2007-05-20T23:07:00.000-07:00

and normal life has resumed.
after the whole paris trip, I wasn't used to Spore's warm climate and I was sleeping until past 1pm.
well that's all been done.
now i'm just waiting to see what this year will bring..

(other than the army taking away 2 years of my life).

2007-05-12T00:00:00.000-07:00

Paris, a lovely city.

2007-05-03T02:31:00.000-07:00

and tomorrow off I go.

the long awaited break i've waited since the end of internship has finally arrived. woot!

its time to finally seek some relaxation, some answers.

2007-04-28T10:57:00.000-07:00

2 letters. one says NTU doesnt want me in its politically polite way.

the other mentions about a dumb-looking graduation outfit that we have to pay for, even if we rent it. I was thinking about graduating on a good note, but looking at it, argh, I'm graduating in that outfit? The whole graduation ceremony seems so ordinary. Stand in line, get your diploma, smile, go back down and reception. Standard graduating routine and I was hoping for a special ceremony. Guess that isn't happening. I think i'll just collect my stuff without going through it. My mind may change though...

I met up with my best friend today, collecting receipts from him. So while waiting for another friend to arrive, we sat at Macs and talked about old times when we were in secondary school.

He asked me if he had changed. I asked in what way. He replied physically changed, cos he's much bigger than what he is. I told him that doesn't count as change, what changes is the person himself. Has he changed for the better or for worse? Or was he still the same guy everyone knew?

So he hasn't changed one bit. But by then, our other friend had arrived so we went down to meet him. I didnt get the chance to ask him if I had changed at all...

Maybe I have.

2007-04-25T01:08:00.000-07:00

super darn good video podcast.
I LOOK FORWARD TO KILLING YOU SOON!

2007-04-19T07:58:00.000-07:00

i'm sure all of you have heard of the Virginia Tech massacre, carried out by an disillusioned South Korean, Cho Seung-Hui who's probably stirred prejudices among his fellow Asians, especially his own countrymen, in the entire US.

It raises the questions of guns being permitted in the US. I don't think with knives, that South Korean would have gone around killing and injuring many students in such a short period of time. I guess this is the price that the US have to face if they allow their residents to bear arms. You never know when the next crazy mofo comes around and takes it to the next level: He goes on a street rampage. Impossible? Yeah probably, but u never know.

I'm not really surprised that angsty, depressed and angry kids like Cho would come up with something drastic to fulfil his 'cause'. It has been done before. There was a case where 3 really brainwashed kids, dressed up all Matrix-ed, went into their school with all guns blazing and then proclaiming that we were living in the Matrix. See the similarity?

It's so crystal clear - these kids obviously have issues. Issues that can be solved, but in their own world, think that what they're doing is absolutely right and dont give 2 shits about what others think. They refuse help, to top it off. I try my best not to dislike them but really, I hate it when they don't think of the aftermath.

Thanks Cho, thanks for stirring hatred for Asians in the US for the next few weeks. Thanks very much for causing so much grief and sorrow. Thanks for hurting those who havent even met you or do anything to make u so mad at them. Thanks for not thinking about the potential political rifts between US and Korea.

What really pissed me off is that in one of Cho's video excerpts sent to the NBC, he says: 'Thanks to you, I die like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the weak and the defenseless people.'

What blasphemy.

Jesus sacrificed Himself in order to save His people, betrayed by the people He loved. All this to bear the sins of the world, so that people will come to know of His love.

Cho, u have done nothing comparable of what Jesus did. To kill people is not at all inspiring. I dont know where in the world u got that sick twisted belief but how dare you insult a highly regarded religion like that.

I reiterate, for the depressed and angsty people who wish to do something to change the world, I really want to say GOOD LUCK trying to change it. Because the world will still be the fooked up world as it will always be. So to quote rocky balboa:

'It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward.'

2007-04-16T00:06:00.000-07:00

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yeah that was free publicity :p

2007-04-13T06:36:00.000-07:00

Visual kei (ヴィジュアル系, vijuaru kei, literally "visual style") refers to a movement in Japanese popular culture characterized by the use of eccentric, sometimes flamboyant looks. This usually involves striking make-up, unusual hair styles and elaborate costumes, often, but not always, coupled with androgyny or distinctively feminine or bishōnen aesthetics.^[1]

These looks have enjoyed popularity especially in Japanese music, ranging from independent underground projects to artists achieving mainstream success, with similarities to and influences from European and American genres like new wave, punk and glam rock. Magazines published regularly in Japan with a visual kei focus include Arena 37°C, Fool's Mate and Shoxx. Noted bands who at least at some point sported a visual kei theme include Dir en grey, Luna Sea, and Malice Mizer.

(wikipedia.org)

note that visual kei doesnt = emo.
the Japanese people are a bunch of unique individuals. they come up with Sony, who in turn, come up with numerous electronic products and the PS3.
They come up with Anime, exerting mass influence in the US as of now.
And they come up with brillant music too. i like.
i guess im one of few who like their style :p
who cares.

2007-04-03T13:11:00.000-07:00

LIVE matches across Europe

AC Milan are leading 1-0, thanks to a glorious header from Andrea Pirlo..

and Liverpool are whooping PSV 3-0.
WTF IS GOING ON IN HOLLAND?!!!!

2007-04-02T06:35:00.000-07:00

I got sort of into a talk with my family about the future of Singapore, of what to come in the next 20 years.

'Watch out on how you have to survive then. The Indians and the mainland Chinese are so competitive that they are gonna hold the high paid jobs. Look at them, they're everywhere!' quips my dad.

'Yeah, the Chinese may have brillant IQ, but ZERO EQ,' says my bro, who has probably seen them first hand in his school.

'Exactly. Cos you know why, it's a culture shock for them. They come from poor families and they are expected to just do well when they are sent here. So naturally, everything is so new to them,' reasons my mom.

At this juncture, I shared my 2 cents.
'Bottom line is, if you're Elite, you sure survive.'

My parents immediately objected. 'You dont have to be Elite what..'

My grandfather joins in and shares: 'Hey u know, that debate show, the Arena. Wah I say, that UWC college with the angmoh nang win against Hwa Chong eh..'

'Yeah you look, the foreigners are beating us. So in order to have that same level, the govt makes it such our education system produces elites,' I said.

'Not necessarily ok,' my mom gestures that I think before I speak.
Actually I did.

'Look at all the China chinese! They are getting all the scholarships, the no.1s in schools and getting the good jobs. If this carries on, we are gonna become communist!' I joked.

'Julian, shut up if you don't talk sense,' my mom sighs.

My brother gives me a funny look before he carried on the conversation.
'I got minister's son in my school. Doesnt really live up to his dad's reputation.'

My parents are interested and they enquire.
'Oh what about him?'

'Well he comes to school everyday.... in this checkered like jacket. Like his grandfather gave it to him like that. And he.. just studies and studies.. like... ,' my brother tries to be polite but...

'a geek ah?,' my mom ends it for him.

'Yeah. Like ok, he won Physics Olympiad award, good for him. But like...' my brother again tries to be polite..

'WAHH Physics Olympiad? Good what!,' my dad says.

'Aiyah, i think its because u know, his dad is minister status, so he must be like... THE minister's son. all rounder, good in sports, studies...' my mom continued.

I chip in: 'Olympiad? Don't tell me that's gonna land you in a future job..'

Both my parents look at me and in unison, 'WHO SAYS?'

My brother: 'Yeah, like a scientist or something. I mean, the award will be like irrelevant if he applies for a business job like both of you (our parents)'.

My mom doesn't agree: 'Doesn't matter. It's a high international award that won't go unnoticed ok.'

Still unchanged from our weekly football game, my dad decides to go bathe. He tries to end the convo by bringing it back to the original topic.

'Whatever it is, you 2 (me and my bro) lead good lives. You dont need to think bout your next meals or next pay. Those China chinese are like that now. Sure, Singapore is well advanced now and China is still catching up. But dont get complacent. That job that u so dearly want may be eyed by that competitive and smart china chinese...' my dad says.

And so I decided to end it my way :p
'Like that, if the Chinese are so smart, they sure find a way to resurrect Mao Zedong and under his leadership, China will thrive under him, overtake the USA as the next Superpower and proclaim Communism as the next best thing. In short, we all die.'

My bro, my grandpa and my parents look at me for a few seconds. My dad laughs while my mom looks at me with a frown. ;D

2007-03-27T05:58:00.000-07:00

i have one more month till I go off for the one last, last LAST break..
before 2 years of sianess claim my life.

in other good news, my sprained ankle has healed in just 2 days. 1 more day before its fully ready to get back and nutmeg someone.. haha.

2007-03-20T10:32:00.000-07:00

I dont care what you all say.
In 3 years time, this dude's gonna be the best in the world.
jus watch :p

2007-03-14T08:18:00.000-07:00

today, probably, the day i officially graduate.
tis goodbye to 3 years of poly, 3 years of fun, 3 years of tears.. and other 3s i can think of ahha.
cheers.

2007-03-08T07:03:00.000-08:00

so basically, 1 month of bumping around is already killing me.
let the work begin man.

2007-03-05T02:34:00.000-08:00

As one of my friend puts it, bragging rights for the week.
HAVE AT YOU SCOUSERS!!
CHAMPIONE CHAMPIONE CHAMPIONE (spelling) OLE OLE OLEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

2007-02-27T05:43:00.000-08:00

Seeing how almost everyone is reminiscing their experience about the past 3 years, I guess I'll do my version..

As the cliche saying goes, time really freakin flies. It really does.
It only seemed yesterday that I boarded 151 for the first ever time to school..
thinking about the people I'll meet and work with for the next 3 years..

Year 1... to sum it up, it was eye-opening.
The work, the new system, the new schedule, most importantly, new types of people.
I will admit that Year 1 was the lowest point of my 3 years.
But hey, better to suffer the first year than to suffer in your last. Which I'm glad the latter didnt happen.

In times of hardship, this is when people really showed their true nature.
I was unlucky enough to be caught up in this act and it was this that made my year miserable.
At the same time, I was amazed by how low people would go to get to their goals at the expense of others.
Fortunately, there were a few who didnt fall into that category which i'm very glad for. I had so many melees and what not with these few, but what good memories now that I look back on.
And with that, Year 1 drew to a close.. And year 2 came calling.

Year 2.. well well well, much better than the last.
New class, new modules.. but new friends.
You know who you all are.
Let's make an anagram...
A.N.A.L.Y.S..... figure that out :p
It was really great knowing and working with you all, so allow me to say Thanks for your friendship.
Thanks for the memories of slavering in the atrium, the insane madness and ... well everything that was worth remembering haha.
Besides this, I had the chance to work as a freelance writer for Starhub's WC2006 website..
Future dream job.. and I intend to try to fulfil it.

Year 3.. bloody hell, it was also fun!
New people to mix with, new modules and may i add, a new wonderful teacher I had the chance to be tutored by.
No prizes to guess who, for all the people in the tuesday afternoon and evening classes :p
Another module nearly fried my ass and got me scared of failing, but I got by it.
Other than that, this was the time I came to realize how much effort it takes to really know someone.
It's so easy to judge by first impressions. It's so difficult to go beyond the surface and look at what's really beneath it.
I was guilty of it so many times, but it's not going to happen next time..

and with that internship came.. and now, 20 weeks have long gone.
It's so hard to believe that.. that's it. It's come to an end...

...ok so now.. i think... i think...
it's time for the special mentions :p

1) To Karthi: I want to say thanks for everything. You were the first person that I met in Year 1 and from there, it was all history. Thanks for all the million jokes, thanks for being a great work partner and thanks for being a good friend... indirectly, you've shown me stuff that I probably would not seen until much much later in my life. Through all the numerous teasings and crap that I've put up all this while, it's been a pleasure. If there's always anything you need help with, I'll try my best to help ya. I wish you all the best for your future and hope that you will make it big in whatever you plan to do.

2) To Han Yuen: I'll always remember that little melee we had in year 1. That will probably be the best memory I'll always have of you. Not in a bad way, but a testimony to how much you have changed since then. It was great having to know you, even though we didnt work together much. I was glad to see you back at NAPFA that day, cos it was a long time since we had ever talked. Praise God for that day. I was happy to see Him working in you into the person He had planned for you to be. So wherever you go man, be strong and trust in Him always. Cheers to you!

3) A.N.A.L.Y.S : Have you solved this one yet? Hahaha. Anyway, for those who did and if you're the one that I'm mentioning, thanks once again for your friendship. It was great knowing all of you. I wish nothing but the best for your futures.

4) To Gerald, Derek and Sean: Yeah I came to know you guys a lil late but it was better than not knowing at all. Still, thanks for the witty jokes and the company. It has been great knowing you all. Hope to keep in touch!

and to others who i have not mentioned... this is for a great future.
take it at your pace.

2007-02-24T07:13:00.000-08:00

ALL U C.RONALDO HATERS TAKE THAT!!

He ran all the way from the left hand side, skipping past 2 of his markers and tore down. Cutting inside, he shot it in (admist a deflection). GOAL! 3 points in the bag!

Like i mentioned earlier, if you have the legs and stamina to do that even in the 88th minute, you must be as good as he is. I dont care how many times Ronaldo has dived this season, you surely have nothing to say to that!

WOOT!

2007-02-23T09:50:00.000-08:00

i ate 2 well marinated chicken wings, a plate of char kuay teow and shared a plate of black carrot cake...

and im not even 1/4 full.
however, im resisting the temptation from the starshaped cookie jar :p
darn, chinese new year is really the time in the year where you can indulge all you want without a care...
... if you workout all the excess baggage after that is xD

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you know when people write songs when they're inspired?
they write about the people close to them, the things that've made a difference in their lives or things that will uplift their listeners ...

sometimes i wished someone wrote a song bout me...
and today, i daydreamt someone did.
i cant exactly remember the lyrics that floated at random, but it was nice.

maybe someday, i will have one

2007-02-20T22:08:00.000-08:00

Fancy Lille players walking out just because of a goal given.
If the referee had disallowed the goal, he would have asked Giggs to retake the kick. But he didnt, so shut your mouths because the Lille players showed 2 mins of unsportsmanship.

i never thought i would have seen such a scene again.

2007-02-19T05:01:00.000-08:00

Texas Holder is such a fun, brainteasing and addictive card game.
i so badly want a casino royale's gambling chips set now..

2007-02-14T05:42:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine's Day, you young and old lovers.

2007-02-11T06:57:00.000-08:00

my abs are still aching from Friday's NAPFA test...
thats either a bad sign, or my abs are just getting used to that 45 mins of intense workout..

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here i will rant.

people, do u have integrity?
because if you don't, you're kidding no one.
You may be an angel, kitten or cool in front of your friends, but elsewhere, you turn your back and showing nothing less than the dark ugly bitchy side of you.
thats right people.

we all have 2 sides of us. The side that we show to let others have a good impression, where the other side is the one we try to prevent from taking control.
Know this, you either let people see one side of you or you don't.

i am sick and tired of this nonsense.
i dont have to put up with this crap everyday.

2007-02-07T01:28:00.000-08:00

this pretty cool photo.. makes you think.

2007-02-02T22:40:00.000-08:00

never ever been so -high- last night.

but for good cause.
its the end of attachment. the end of 20 weeks.
unofficial graduation.

it is time to let loose the juice!

2007-01-31T17:50:00.000-08:00

There I arrived, 630pm at Kallang MRT.
I wasn't alone. The whole of Singapore arrived in full force, donning red shirts, flags and scarfs around them.

It was a pleasant sight. All Singaporeans coming together, heading towards the Grand Lady of Kallang before it would be removed to make way for the new Sports Hub in the later years..

so after 1 hour of waiting for my friends, i frantically called my other friend at the stadium, waiting for us. Hardcore he was. 'WHERE ARE YOU ALL?! IM GONNA MISS THE NATIONAL ANTHEM WALAU EHHH!!!!' he blasted through the earpiece in my phone. ' RELAC ONE CORNER LA YOU, WE COMING CAN?!'
'NO CANNOT!! I DIDNT COME AT 630PM FOR NOTHING!!'

wow, 630pm. the guy was really hardcore.

so after navigating through a mad sea of supporters, we got to the meeting place where my friend donned a blue Spore jersey, jumping up and down. He handed us the tics and went through a separate gate and lead us to our 'booked' seats.

However, the inner gates started closing. My hardcore friend started arguing with officials to let him (and us) in but to no avail. So after walking around in circles in a packed Kallang stadium for a whole 2o mins, we finally got to our seats. And good seats they were. Right smack in the centre, middle section. Perfect view.

in a way it was good. 10 mins after our seats, Singapore scored.
and we erupted like mad people who havent eaten in a 10 years.
another friend called and I had to go back to the gate to hand him his ticket. It involved asking an official to remember my face and my Man Utd jersey to get through a blocked route.

anyway, back to the match.
The Thais were wimps, going down at every other challenge.
We, the fans, shouted with frustration.
'BUTOOOOOOOOOO!'
'REF, YOU F***IN CB! OPEN YOUR F***IN EYES!!'
'REFEREE KAYUUUUUU!'
and booing of every thai player coming to take a corner kick.

but then, thailand equalised.
Spore fans screamed at a foul committed beforehand, the Thai fans didnt give a shit.
But in reality, we all knew Singapore was getting trashed at the counterattack.
Our bloody slow centre back was causing our team problems and our long ball tactics werent working.

until the 82nd minute, things turned.
Whether it was a fall or a trip, the ref pointed to the spot in the Thai box.
PENALTY!
55,000 (excluding thais) jumped up and hi-5ed each other, joy all around.
And then, the Thai players all one by one walked out.
WTF?! was the expression on everyone's faces.

intrigued, I rung up my friend who was watching the game at home.
Apparently, the childish Thais were fed up with the ref's unfair decision (and decisions throughout the game) and walked out.
Heck, even their coach was asking them to do so!
In all my years of watching, I never once witnessed such unprofessional, unsportsmanlike behaviour.
The fans were clearly incense.

'SAWADICARP CHEESEBUN!'
'BELIT KAMPUNG!'
'F*** OFF THAILAND!'

Those chants continued for 15 long minutes until things settled down and the Thai players got on the field.
We boo'ed them and then quickly hushed for the penalty...
...GOAL! 2-1!!
We were leading em' Thais again!!

and for 9 mins, every Thai player that touched the ball got boo'ed to no end.
At the final whistle, we made our voices heard.
The last match at kallang ended in a victory, no matter how contraversial, over the dominating leaders in the region.
we still have the 2nd leg, but damn it feels bloody good to beat a strong team on home turf.

as we walked out, brothers alike hi-5ed each other.
people stood on bikes and waved the flag.
man, 2 bucks for a tic for a worthwhile match.
i'll have this stuck in my head for a longass time.

if u didnt watch the match, shame on you.
that's the only time one can truely be Singaporean.

well, u can make up for it. the 2nd leg's this wkend or next week.
we're on Thai turf, but to the fans travelling, let your voices be heard.

SINGAPORE 2 THAILAND 1
WOOT!

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Sidney Sheldon, best selling author, has passed away at the age of 89.
I've read his books and its a pity.
rest in peace dude.

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woot!
my mail, for the 3rd time, has gotten in the mailbox of F365.com!
http://www.football365.com/mailbox/story/0,17033,8744_1884458,00.html <-copy and paste
The 2nd post

2007-01-30T17:47:00.000-08:00

Singapore V Thailand tonight!

All you Sporeans! Get off your bums and support our Country!!
(and yes to all to the ignorant people, we have a soccer team.)

this teh onli time, other than national parade, to be truely Sporean!
cmon man! Turn on Ch5 tonight at 8pm and scream ref kayu ok?
promise ah?

2007-01-27T23:32:00.000-08:00

chalet's over. t'was quite fun, but from this,
i know, i no longer belong.

sorry to say, but you've already lost me.
i wont be coming back.
the reason for me going, u see, to whether there would be an effort made.

nope.

2007-01-23T07:39:00.000-08:00

sick sick sick. right at the tail end of it. gahh..

and i have a chalet on friday. darn it, i hope i recover by then.

2007-01-21T18:30:00.000-08:00

gutted, stunned, aghast, shocked, shell-shocked, flabbergasted, bamboozled.

gahh. i hate monday blues.

2007-01-21T03:38:00.000-08:00

the only thing disappointing about the entire weekend thus far..
was timing out.. and thus, probably broken the trust.

im very sorry.

2007-01-18T23:35:00.000-08:00

woot the weekend is here.
for footie fans, the big 4 play this weekend. so scream your lungs out, drink and be merry and support your team wholeheartedly.

but dont go sprawling to work on Monday with a hangover haha.

anyway... 18 weeks have officially past. cant believe it once again.
just like that, im about to graduate from poly. its unbelievable.
Yeah, unbelievable. I'm going to be bald soon..........

WELL PRIOR TO THAT, there are some things I wish to do.

1) Do some part time work. I dont wanna end up like that 17 year old kid who went around with a laptop and tap into unsecured wireless networks in his neighbourhoods to play online games. (read the ST... Home section. errr... Wednesday issue. 17 Jan)

2) Travel alone for a week and a half. The original plan was for a month, but being realistic, I'll be wishing for food after a week has passed. SINGAPORE FOOD!

3) Drive. nuff' said.

hang in there guys.

2007-01-13T10:32:00.001-08:00

-upload complete-
-logging off-

The mission was done. Now all that was left was for Otacon to properly send them through the proper channels..

Just 2 crates away, the marine commandant was about to wrap up his speech. Snake knew he had to act quickly. As soon as the speech was over, the marines would report back to their previous posts..

posts that had been taken over by Gurlukovich's men.

Hell would break loose.

Snake hid behind a wall and formulised an escape route...
sneaking from deep within in the tanker holds to the surface wasnt going to be easy..

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'We the Marines will lead the charge into a new world order with Metal Gear RAY.
That is all. Dismissed.'

Scott Dolph Jackson breathed out a sigh of relief. It had been a long day. The Marines below him had to be briefed upon on what the higher ups had discussed for the coming future. Not that he detested it, but it took him away from the shores of his family life. It had been weeks since he laid eyes on his daughter..

The Marines stood to attention and saluted with conviction. Dolph returned the gesture.

Home....
at long last.

Then he heard the sound of clapping.
sarcastic clapping.

He looked at his Marines, expecting one of them to be mocking him.
However, still in their saluting position, they all appeared as confused as him.

'Excellent speech, my friend.' a voice in heavy russian spoke out.

Dolph turned to his left to see a figure walking from behind RAY.

'Who the?!'
He strained his eyes and was amazed by what he saw.

An old man, probably in his late sixities, walking briskly towards him. His hair was tied back and he donned a brown trenchcoat. He continued clapping...

'Gift of the silver tongue. They say its a mark of a good officer...'
and he stopped.

'... and of a liar. Americans are too in love with their own voice to speak the truth.'

Dolph didnt know who the mad russian was, but he clearly saw him as threat.

'Identify yourself.'

Several Marines quickly rushed to his side and covered him from the front. They trained their m16s on the intruder...

The old russian smirked.

'I am Shalashaska! Also known as Revolver --'

Snake didnt need to know the rest.

' -- Ocelot,' he mumbled, just as his former adversary declared his names to the Marines.

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Flashbacks of Shadow Moses came flooding into Snake's mind. It had been 2 long years since he traded fire with the revolver specialist in the secret base on the island. After he had escaped, Snake had no news of what happened to Ocelot. Whether he was dead...

... or alive.

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'What do you want?
Dolph demanded.

'This machine will be quite useful,'
Ocelot confidently spreaded his arms wide and looked at RAY.

'What are you planning to do? Steal this thing?!'
Dolph questioned with authority.

Ocelot shook his head.
'Steal? No, no, I'm taking it back'.

Out of his sight, Snake stole a quick glance at Ocelot. His last few words puzzled him.

Taking it back?

This was getting interesting. Snake hastily hid behind another crate so that he could have a better view of the events unfolding before his eyes...

...and right on time.

He saw a hand reaching out for the commandant. And then it grabbed him and the next thing he saw was a gun pressing against his head.

It was Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich.

'The colonel!..' Snake thought.

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Sergei held his gun and moved a few protective steps backwards with his hostage. The Marines guarding their commandant cursed that they had not anticipated such a backhand tactic.

'Nobody move! Understood?'
Ocelot spoke in a threatening manner.

He stepped onto the platform the commandant was on and took out a device from his pocket. The cameras that were broadcasting the earlier speech zoomed on it.

Meanwhile, the other Marines in other parts of the holds began to panick.

'This ship now carries enough SEMTEX on its key structural points to blow it out of the water - at the touch of this button'.

Upon hearing it, some of the Marines pointing their rifles at Ocelot began to retreat in their steps...

Ocelot smiled. His plan was almost complete.
'That's right... no one has to die needlessly.'

A few seconds later, Sergei's men rappelled from the ceiling to their positions. As a unit, they quickly moved to cover him and Ocelot.

Ocelot signalled for a few men to undo the ropes that were holding down RAY.

'We're almost at the target. Get a move on!'

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Dolph and his men stood where there were, watching haplessly as the hijackers obtained RAY. Trained military professionals, in just a split second, were hostages.

But Dolph couldn't understand why. Was RAY that important?
He had to find answers.

'What do you intend to do with RAY? Sell it on the streets?'
He asked Gurlukavich, his gun still fixed in his right temple.

'I was raised in Snezhinsk, formerly known as Chelyabinsk-70, the nuclear research about'
Gurlukovich replied.

Dolph clearly didn't see the link.
'What are you talking about?'

'After the Cold War ended, my home was bought out by the Americans'
Gurlukovich continued.

'........is there a point to this sad story?'
Dolph winced as the gun pressed harder against his temple.

'Not that YOU would understand. Land, friends, dignity... all sold to the highest bidder -- the United States of America. Even the technology that gave birth to these weapons is Russian, developed by us!'
Gurlukovich said with much anger and hatred in his voice.

'So what you intend to do?'
Dolph asked and then felt Gurlukovich breathing heavily down his neck.

'Russia WILL RISE again. And RAY is the key'

'I regret to inform you that I have no intention of selling Metal Gear. As I said, I came to take it back.'

Gurlukovich and Dolph looked on as Ocelot walked a few steps before revealing his true intention.

'Yes returned. To the Patriots!'

Dolph was stunned.
Them...
'the la-li-lu-le-lo! how's that possible?!

Dolph couldnt complete his sentence before he felt the restraint on him grew tighter.

'Ocelot! You! Have you sold us out?!!'
Gurlukovich snarled, hardly believing what his soon-to-be former ally had just said.

'I was never in your employ, Gurlukovich....'
Ocelot retorted.

'Are you still in league with Solidus??'
Sergei had begun to see the fuller picture.

'No hard feelings, Colonel. Mother Russia can ROT for all I care'
Ocelot had confirmed Sergei's question.

The old war dog's plans of restoring his country had shattered.

'Since WHEN ocelot? WHEN did you turn?'

'I'm glad you noticed comrade. I 'abandoned' her during the Cold War. Metal Gear only has room for one! Gurlukovich! You and your daughter will die here.'
Ocelot said as he turned around, a sly smile on his wily face.

Sergei's fury could not be contained any longer, having been fuelled by the sudden betrayal.

'DAMN YOU!!'

Using Dolph as his shield, Sergei released him from his grasp and shoved him forward..

..just as Ocelot removed his trench-coat into the air, between him and his 'former' comrade.

'DIE YOU DOG!!' Sergei shouted in exasperation.

Both russians readied their guns and unloaded their rounds at each other with lightning speed. Bullets ripped through Ocelot's trench-coat as everyone in the hold heard 6 shots being fired...

... and then silence...

..before Dolph collapsed, clutching his right knee. Behind him, Sergei let out a painful cry and sunk to his knees. Two wounds were clearly seen on his chest...

Ocelot dropped his empty Single Action Army to the floor as he smirked.

'Sergei! Looks like you were long overdue for retirement.'

In between a mouthful of blood, Sergei rebutted his final words..

'Traitorous dog!............'

Six of Sergei's troops immediately turned the attention to his killer. They drew their AK-74us and got ready to fire..

they never did.

Quick as a flash, Ocelot drew his second Single Action Army out of his holster. Twirling in a quick circle, he unloaded each bullet into each soldier.

As the soldiers slumped to the floor lifeless, Ocelot reached for the detonator that he had shown to the Marines earlier on..

'Show's over! If you wish to live, I suggest you run now! This ship is still in the Lower New York harbour! You may yet make it to shore if you swim for your life!'

And with that, Ocelot pressed the button.

Instantly, the blasts of the SEMTEX all around the tanker killed nearby marines and punctured the hull of the ship. As huge volumes of water began pouring in relentlessly, everyone in the hold scrambled.

Ocelot took advantage of the chaos and quickly made his way to the upper platform of the hold. The walkway to Metal Gear RAY was the only obstacle left from accomplishing his mission.

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I have to stop him.
Snake emerged from his hiding place and rushed towards Ocelot with his M9 readied.

'OCELOT!' Snake prepared himself for a showdown..

His former adversary turned around... but a strange thing followed.

Just as Ocelot fixed his eyes on Snake, he felt his right arm twitching. And then it spasmed out of control...

'AARRrgghhhhh!!'

Ocelot broke out in cold sweat as he grabbed his right arm. He felt his mind swirling and swirling...

...before he straightened up.

'It's been a while, brother.'

Snake couldn't believe it. Ocelot had just spoken in a british accent.

An all too familiar british accent.

'Who are you?' Snake questioned.

'You know who I am'

Snake dug deeper into his mind before he realised who it really was.

'Liquid..?'
but how?

Memories of his ardous battles with his twin brother, Liquid Snake, on Shadow Moses began flooding Snake once again...

'Not so young anymore eh, Snake? You're drowning in time. I know what it's like, brother. No wonder Naomi passed you over for the FOXDIE program'

Snake was too stunned to reply before Ocelot's right arm began twitching again...

'Aarr.......... GET OUT of my mind!!... Liquid!!'

Ocelot bit his arm in an attempt to force Liquid out of his mind. But it was to no avail as Liquid regained control.

'The price of physical prodigy. Few more years and you'll be another dead clone of the old man. Our raw materials are vintage, brother. Big Boss was in his late fifties when they created his copies. But I..'

Ocelot (Liquid) raised his right arm...

'... I live on, through this arm!'

'Liquid's arm?' Snake muttered, still as confused.

But he had no time to collect his thoughts as an explosion nearby knocks him into the water.

Liquid used the opportunity to cross the walkway and jump into the cockpit of RAY. Just a few seconds later, RAY became fully operational.

Meanwhile, Snake burst to the surface. Gasping for air, he began swimming towards the upper platform.

'You don't have what it takes after all! You're going down, SNAKE! WITH THIS TANKER!!'

Snake barely had time to dodge as he felt the full force of RAY's leg slamming against him. He flew a considerable distance before he hit the wall and got knocked out.

Meanwhile, the remaining Marines in the tanker hold had decided to stop RAY with their lives. They began firing relentlessly with their M-16s, both bullets and grenades. But the small firearms were absolutely useless against the colossal machine.

Liquid spun RAY around and without much effort, used its gigantic mechanical legs and crushes the Marines surrounded it. He didnt took notice of Snake in the corner, who had just regained consciousness...

Snake stood groggily to his feet and surveyed the scene. A long night it had been.. it was going to be even longer. Snake reached for his codec..

'Otacon, we have a problem...'

2007-01-07T04:31:00.000-08:00

can u smell it? can u?

because I can.

I can smell 4 more weeks.

2007-01-01T01:40:00.000-08:00

here comes that reflective post. too tired to do it last night but meh, i'll do it now.

let's see.... 2006.

Well I guess 2006 signalled the start of the final year in poly. Looking back, time really really zooms past you.. when you're having 'fun'. Now this 'fun' consists of alot of things. They include the bitchiest moment, the very lows and as well as the damn high points. 2006 was full of em like I never experienced.

The modules I took in school were demanding, no matter how slack they appeared to be. Be it lugging around a vid camera or the manuel SLR, it was tiring. Scribbling notes during interviews with my interviewees and then tryin to weave a newsworthy stories - whew.

This year saw me going as an intern for Starhub, writing content for their World Cup website in which this megabig event happened in June. I had alot of fun writing the very thing I have immense passion for and enjoying every moment of it. Spending overnights in the office watching with my fellow Starhub colleagues was swell. Ordering Macs in the middle of 3am and then growing tired of it to the desperate attempts to stay awake... haha all good fun.

other than workwise, 2006 showed me the true definition of friends.

i knew of a certain guy who I was told by others, to keep my distance. And u know social psycho works, when someone tells u to stay away from someone, u automatically think that this someone's not one to interact.

i had exactly the same thoughts and it fell flat on my face. Cos I was actually glad to get to know this person. This person turned out to be a total opposite. Misunderstood by people. Never given a chance. well, your loss people. Cos this person aint what you think. And this person really taught me the lesson of not judging one too quickly. Impressions count, but it takes effort to get to the bottom of the matter.

And then... I met another friend who really fits the definition of a true friend. I'm very glad to have met this friend.. so glad that I'm gonna meet this gem.

and there are other friends that I've met this year in which im grateful for.. as well as those who I have met in poly year 1. These friendships have gratefully remained steady and i hope it will remained that way for a long time. Its things like this that make u ignore the past, cos the present's what counts.

well 2007's here, like in my previous post, its a new chapter for many of us. I'm gonna shape it into a good one.
and hope u guys will too. have faith, cos that's important. dont let go, dont lose sight, keep going.
there's a light in each and everyone of us..
it will never go out, as long as you have faith.

peace.

2006-12-31T10:34:00.000-08:00

its probably the new year already

so to all, here's wishing a wondrous 2007 and may it better than the last.

2007 will be a brand new chapter in my life. im sure it will be for some of us, but its for us to shape it. shape it into the way u want it to be.

cheers!

2006-12-27T17:34:00.000-08:00

last yr, it was the tsunami

and now again, its the earthquake.

december seems to be the month for natural disasters, instead of a month of relaxation and reflections on the year.

Prayers to the people who have lost someone dear in the earthquake and that the internet cables will be up soon - unless the world would love to see the wrath of businessmen, stock brokers and marketing people being unreleashed xD.

i've seen miracles this year.
i pray for even more next year.

2006-12-24T23:41:00.000-08:00

at one point of time, this festive season didnt get me into the mood.
but a few days before xmas, it did.

xmas is the time when all of us get together, spend time, forgive and then reflect and set goals and resolutions for the new year.

i've never been one to set resolutions because most of the time, they were never fulfilled.

but for 2007, it will be a new start for me.
because i finally found something worth fighting and living for. And then I'll pass it on to the future.

You can tell people about having faith. What they had faith in. What they found important enough to fight for. It's not whether they were right or wrong, but how much faith they were willing to have.

because that decides the future.

merry xmas and a happy new year to one and all.

2006-12-21T18:07:00.000-08:00

-upload complete-
-logging off-

The mission was done. Now all that was left was for Otacon to properly send them through the proper channels..

Just 2 crates away, the marine commandant was about to wrap up his speech. Snake knew he had to act quickly. As soon as the speech was over, the marines would report back to their previous posts..

posts that had been taken over by Gurlukovich's men.

Hell would break loose.

Snake hid behind a wall and formulised an escape route...
sneaking from deep within in the tanker holds to the surface wasnt going to be easy..

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'We the Marines will lead the charge into a new world order with Metal Gear RAY.
That is all. Dismissed.'

Scott Dolph Jackson breathed out a sigh of relief. It had been a long day. The Marines below him had to be briefed upon on what the higher ups had discussed for the coming future. Not that he detested it, but it took him away from the shores of his family life. It had been weeks since he laid eyes on his daughter..

The Marines stood to attention and saluted with conviction. Dolph returned the gesture.

Home....
at long last.

Then he heard the sound of clapping.
sarcastic clapping.

He looked at his Marines, expecting one of them to be mocking him.
However, still in their saluting position, they all appeared as confused as him.

'Excellent speech, my friend.' a voice in heavy russian spoke out.

Dolph turned to his left to see a figure walking from behind RAY.

'Who the?!'
He strained his eyes and was amazed by what he saw.

An old man, probably in his late sixities, walking briskly towards him. His hair was tied back and he donned a brown trenchcoat. He continued clapping...

'Gift of the silver tongue. They say its a mark of a good officer...'
and he stopped.

'... and of a liar. Americans are too in love with their own voice to speak the truth.'

Dolph didnt know who the mad russian was, but he clearly saw him as threat.

'Identify yourself.'

Several Marines quickly rushed to his side and covered him from the front. They trained their m16s on the intruder...

The old russian smirked.

'I am Shalashaska! Also known as Revolver --'

Snake didnt need to know the rest.

' -- Ocelot,' he mumbled, just as his former adversary declared his names to the Marines.

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Flashbacks of Shadow Moses came flooding into Snake's mind. It had been 2 long years since he traded fire with the revolver specialist in the secret base on the island. After he had escaped, Snake had no news of what happened to Ocelot. Whether he was dead...

... or alive.

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'What do you want?
Dolph demanded.

'This machine will be quite useful,'
Ocelot confidently spreaded his arms wide and looked at RAY.

'What are you planning to do? Steal this thing?!'
Dolph questioned with authority.

Ocelot shook his head.
'Steal? No, no, I'm taking it back'.

Out of his sight, Snake stole a quick glance at Ocelot. His last few words puzzled him.

Taking it back?

This was getting interesting. Snake hastily hid behind another crate so that he could have a better view of the events unfolding before his eyes...

...and right on time.

He saw a hand reaching out for the commandant. And then it grabbed him and the next thing he saw was a gun pressing against his head.

It was Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich.

'The colonel!..' Snake thought.

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Sergei held his gun and moved a few protective steps backwards with his hostage. The Marines guarding their commandant cursed that they had not anticipated such a backhand tactic.

'Nobody move! Understood?'
Ocelot spoke in a threatening manner.

He stepped onto the platform the commandant was on and took out a device from his pocket. The cameras that were broadcasting the earlier speech zoomed on it.

Meanwhile, the other Marines in other parts of the holds began to panick.

'This ship now carries enough SEMTEX on its key structural points to blow it out of the water - at the touch of this button'.

Upon hearing it, some of the Marines pointing their rifles at Ocelot began to retreat in their steps...

Ocelot smiled. His plan was almost complete.
'That's right... no one has to die needlessly.'

A few seconds later, Sergei's men rappelled from the ceiling to their positions. As a unit, they quickly moved to cover him and Ocelot.

Ocelot signalled for a few men to undo the ropes that were holding down RAY.

'We're almost at the target. Get a move on!'

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Dolph and his men stood where there were, watching haplessly as the hijackers obtained RAY. Trained military professionals, in just a split second, were hostages.

But Dolph couldn't understand why. Was RAY that important?
He had to find answers.

'What do you intend to do with RAY? Sell it on the streets?'
He asked Gurlukavich, his gun still fixed in his right temple.

'I was raised in Snezhinsk, formerly known as Chelyabinsk-70, the nuclear research about'
Gurlukovich replied.

Dolph clearly didn't see the link.
'What are you talking about?'

'After the Cold War ended, my home was bought out by the Americans'
Gurlukovich continued.

'........is there a point to this sad story?'
Dolph winced as the gun pressed harder against his temple.

'Not that YOU would understand. Land, friends, dignity... all sold to the highest bidder -- the United States of America. Even the technology that gave birth to these weapons is Russian, developed by us!'
Gurlukovich said with much anger and hatred in his voice.

'So what you intend to do?'
Dolph asked and then felt Gurlukovich breathing heavily down his neck.

'Russia WILL RISE again. And RAY is the key'

'I regret to inform you that I have no intention of selling Metal Gear. As I said, I came to take it back.'

Gurlukovich and Dolph looked on as Ocelot walked a few steps before revealing his true intention.

'Yes returned. To the Patriots!'

Dolph was stunned.
Them...
'the la-li-lu-le-lo! how's that possible?!

Dolph couldnt complete his sentence before he felt the restraint on him grew tighter.

'Ocelot! You! Have you sold us out?!!'
Gurlukovich snarled, hardly believing what his soon-to-be former ally had just said.

'I was never in your employ, Gurlukovich....'
Ocelot retorted.

'Are you still in league with Solidus??'
Sergei had begun to see the fuller picture.

'No hard feelings, Colonel. Mother Russia can ROT for all I care'
Ocelot had confirmed Sergei's question.

The old war dog's plans of restoring his country had shattered.

'Since WHEN ocelot? WHEN did you turn?'

'I'm glad you noticed comrade. I 'abandoned' her during the Cold War. Metal Gear only has room for one! Gurlukovich! You and your daughter will die here.'
Ocelot said as he turned around, a sly smile on his wily face.

Sergei's fury could not be contained any longer, having been fuelled by the sudden betrayal.

'DAMN YOU!!'

Using Dolph as his shield, Sergei released him from his grasp and shoved him forward..

..just as Ocelot removed his beigh trench-coat into the air, between him and his 'former' comrade.

'DIE YOU DOG!!' Sergei shouted in exasperation.

Both russians readied their guns and unloaded their rounds at each other with lightning speed. Bullets ripped through Ocelot's trench-coat as everyone in the hold heard 6 shots being fired...

... and then silence...

..before Dolph collapsed, clutching his right knee. Behind him, Sergei let out a painful cry and sunk to his knees. Two wounds was clearly on his chest...

Ocelot dropped his empty Single Action Army to the floor as he smirked.

'Sergei! Looks like you were long overdue for retirement.'

In between a mouthful of blood, Sergei rebutted his final words..

'Traitorous dog!............'

Six of Sergei's troops immediately turned the attention to his killer. They drew their AK-74us and got ready to fire..

they never did.

Quick as a flash, Ocelot drew his second Single Action Army out of his holster. Twirling in a quick circle, he unloaded each bullet into each soldier.

As the soldiers slumped to the floor lifeless, Ocelot reached for the detonator that he had shown to the Marines earlier on..

'Show's over! If you wish to live, I suggest you run now! This ship is still in the Lower New York harbour! You may yet make it to shore if you swim for your life!'

And with that, Ocelot pressed the button.

Instantly, the blasts of the SEMTEX all around the tanker killed nearby marines and punctured the hull of the ship. As huge volumes of water began pouring in relentlessly, everyone in the hold scrambled.

Ocelot took advantage of the chaos and quickly made his way to the upper platform of the hold. The walkway to Metal Gear RAY was the only obstacle left from accomplishing his mission.

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I have to stop him.
Snake emerged from his hiding place and rushed towards Ocelot with his M9 readied.

'OCELOT!' Snake prepared himself for a showdown..

His former adversary turned around... but a strange thing followed.

Just as Ocelot fixed his eyes on Snake, he felt his right arm twitching. And then it spasmed out of control...

'AARRrgghhhhh!!'

Ocelot broke out in cold sweat as he grabbed his right arm. He felt his mind swirling and swirling...

...before he straightened up.

'It's been a while, brother.'

Snake couldn't believe it. Ocelot had just spoken in a british accent.

An all too familiar british accent.

'Who are you?' Snake questioned.

'You know who I am'

Snake dug deeper into his mind before he realised who it really was.

'Liquid..?'
but how?

Memories of his battles with his twin brother, Liquid Snake, on Shadow Moses began flooding Snake...

'Not so young anymore eh, Snake? You're drowning in time. I know what it's like, brother. No wonder Naomi passed you over for the FOXDIE program'

Snake was too stunned to reply before Ocelot's right arm began twitching again...

'Aarr.......... GET OUT of my mind!!... Liquid!!'

Ocelot bit his arm in an attempt to force Liquid out of his mind. But it was to no avail as Liquid regained control.

'The price of physical prodigy. Few more years and you'll be another dead clone of the old man. Our raw materials are vintage, brother. Big Boss was in his late fifties when they created his copies. But I..'

Ocelot (Liquid) raised his right arm...

'... I live on, through this arm!'

'Liquid's arm?' Snake muttered, still as confused.

But he had no time to collect his thoughts as an explosion nearby knocks him into the water.

Liquid used the opportunity to cross the walkway and jump into the cockpit of RAY. Just a few seconds later, RAY became fully operational.

Meanwhile, Snake burst to the surface. Gasping for air, he began swimming towards the upper platform.

'You don't have what it takes after all! You're going down, SNAKE! WITH THIS TANKER!!'

Snake barely had time to dodge as he felt the full force of RAY's leg slamming against him. He flew a considerable distance before he hit the wall and got knocked out.

Meanwhile, the remaining Marines in the tanker hold had decided to stop RAY with their lives. They began firing relentlessly with their M-16s, both bullets and grenades. But the small firearms were absolutely useless against the colossal machine.

Liquid spun RAY around and without much effort, used its gigantic mechanical legs and crushes the Marines surrounded it. He didnt took notice of Snake in the corner, who had just regained consciousness...

Snake stood groggily to his feet and surveyed the scene. A long night it had been.. it was going to be even longer. Snake reached for his codec..

'Otacon, we have a problem...'

2006-12-19T17:41:00.000-08:00

His M9 tranquilizer at the ready, Snake sneaked outside and kept himself low to get to his target. It could be one of the hijackers onboard the tanker... or maybe the chief himself.

Even in the freezing pounding New York rain, Snake strained his ears and picked up the faintest of radio static...

someone was radioing in to the target...

he crouched and pressed his back against a crate..

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'...Shalashaska has landed. I'm on way to the tanker holds. Report your status.'

'Control room, communications and engine room are under control. All entry and exit points to the tanker holds secured. Infrared sensors placed and operational.'

'Good work. Are the explosives in place?'

'Yes, they're all planted.'

'Listen. Once we have what we came for, the tanker will be scuttled.'

'And the vehicle's pilot?'

'He's the only one who underwent the VR training. No one else can do it.'

'Are you sure you can trust him?'

'Your part in the mission is complete. You are to leave at once!'

'No, it's not over yet!'

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Somewhere on the deck, Sergei Gurlukovich peered out onto the New York Harbour... he felt a chill running down his spine.

'I can see the moon... even in this storm. Pale as death. I have a bad feeling about this mission... You swore this to me that you would leave the unit, once the mission was complete. Do not worry. This is a country of liberty'.

'No, this is where I belong! With the unit!'

Sergei heard the sound of a gun being taken out of a holster...

'I have nowhere else to go. Father, I want to stay and fight!'

Sergei couldn't believe the words coming out of her daughter.

'There is NO choice to make here Olga! Need I remind you that you are carrying MY grandchild?!'
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Olga rubbed her womb gingerly upon hearing reality.

'................'

'You will be on the helicopter out of here! NOW!'

The transmission cut abruptly before Olga could protest any further.

'DAMN IT!', she scowled.

The russian kasatka that had dropped her earlier returned upon orders to extract her

But Olga, hell bent on staying, waved away at the chopper. Her intentions were clear.

Her men up above knew of it and quietly obeyed her. The kasatka turned to leave...

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Now

Snake leapt out of his hiding place and held out his M9.

'FREEZE!'

The target slowly turned, not the least startled.

'Hands over your head! Now!' Snake ordered in a gruff yet stern voice.

The target complied with slowly raised arms.

Snake spotted the gun still clutched in his/her hand.

'Toss the gun overboard! Slowly.'

The target shrugged and tossed the small firearm casually. There seemed not to be a hint of panic...

Snake got a clear view of the target's face for the first time.

'A woman..? Show your face.'

Olga cracked a small chuckle.

'You men, you're all the same.'

However, Snake wasn't in the mood for such talk.

'Who are you?'

Olga slowly took off her soldier cap and let go of it. The fierce swirling wind blew it out to the merciless sea..

'We are nomads. Wanderers,' she answered with a sly smile. She moved one step to her left..

.. and was immediately pegged back by Snake.

'I said don't move!'

Olga chuckled again.

'Americans. So you shoot unarmed women too?'

It was Snake's turn to reply with his own answer.

'I'm a nomad too.'

His eyes quickly darted to a combat knife slung on Olga's belt.

'What else do you have there? Take the knife and toss it!'

Olga reached for her knife and took it out. She proceeded to placed in on the floor...

'No not there! Toss it overboard! Hold that position and turn around...'

Olga was quite impressed with the man in grey. He seemed to read her every move.

'You know what're you doing..' she complimented.

The tanker suddenly jerks violently, causing both parties to lose their balance for a few seconds. Coincidentally, the pounding rain stopped. Not one drop fell onto the tanker...

'It stopped raining...' Olga commented. She turned to see Snake still pointing his M9 at her..

Not this time, you nomad.

'... not too shabby is it? New York, I mean?'

Olga spun around and readied the knife. Turning again quickly, she flipped her knife and pointed the butt at Snake. Then she fired.

Snake could only recognized the deadly sound of a bullet being fired before his instincts took over. He only managed to dodge just in time as he felt the fast gush of air brushing against his face...

Without skipping a beat, both soldiers took cover as they got ready for an inpromptu fight. The thought made Olga smirk as she whipped out her USP.

'And that brings our tour to its conclusion!'

Snake hadn't expected such a maneuver from her. He knew he couldn't underestimated a soldier from one of Russia's infamous special forces.

'Scout knife with a surprise. You a Spetsnaz?'

Who is this man?

'I think you deserve a little credit. No one's ever dodge that shot of mine...'

Thunder cracked across the sky as the heavy rain came pouring once again..

'..but no one gets lucky twice either!'

2006-12-19T07:51:00.000-08:00

it's been raining none stop for the past 3 days.
on, off, on, off, on, off...

im amazed by how fast clouds can take over the other's shift.
maybe it goes something like this:

Cloud A: shiit, i gotta take a piss!!...

*zips open cloud zipper*

Cloud A: aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........ this is the life....

*1 hour later*

Cloud A: ooohh wad a long piss that was...

*another cloud pops by*

Cloud B: Yo u done over there man?!

Cloud A: Yeah go ahead, there's plenty of room for all of us.

*clouds C - Z wait in line*

Cloud A: damn u guys must have a long hibernation!

2006-12-17T10:21:00.000-08:00

(the funky lights in the clinic)
friday night was abit special for me.
my mom had a free pass to the opening of the Canary - a set of 4 clubbing pubs and discos next to each other.
special offer was that from 8-10pm, it was drinks on the house.

so yes, together wit my mom and her office colleagues, it was my first night out seeing the bright lights of the nightlife.
but firstly, screw you if u think its wuss/mom's boy to go out wit my mom to such a place.

moving on, i went inside FashionBar, Bice Bistro (hmm maybe wrong) and the Clinic. Also got into MOS free of charge.
of all the newly opened places, i think the Clinic stuck well to its theme, in a medical-type of area.
they even had a room full of wheelchairs, so people gathered in the centre, spinning around and having a good laugh.

i had a glass of champagne and a bottle of Carlsberg beer as my free drinks.
lotsa chicks and dudes hanging together, people streaming in, loud music blasting from every angle...

still, i just don't get how u clubbers can enjoy this. (now shut up and listen before all u start flaming me - im just relating my experience)
seriously, i mean really, seriously.
there's loud music everywhere, so I guess u must have very good throats trying to scream your freaking lungs out to talk to someone.
or good ears for that matter, taking in both music and the words of the person you're speaking to.
and tight pockets when moving from one place to another while navigating through a massive sea of people...
and girls, i guess u must not mind the possibility of a hand or two from somewhere trying to reach for your melons.

im guessing together with entrance fee and the drinks consumed, a minimum of 100 bucks is spent alone on a clubbing night.
unless you've got a job that pays well or you're rich, im not willing - or to put it bluntly, assed- to spend 100 bucks to get myself potentially wasted and having people sending me back home puking in a cab.

well yeah, u guys must enjoy the nightlife.
that's fine u know really, im just stating my points like i said. i have my own damn opinion and its up to you whether u agree or not.

i'd rather get my own 6 cans of beer and get my own vodka bottle and a few soft drinks to mix, and go somewhere peaceful to talk with friends.

2006-12-13T16:53:00.000-08:00

spotted a defamatory post while blog surfing around.

wad a coincidence. this idiot disgraced my BB company back in sec school when he walked out on enrolment parade, which is a compulsory and important event that u can't leave. furthermore, he was an officer......

...if he was ever was one.

he was promptly stripped of his post thereafter.

and then i see him slandering (expletives, false accusations) an officer that i respect alot, even though that officer has his flaws.
haha, the fool, he better watch out...

2006-12-10T06:20:00.000-08:00

the last few christmas festive seasons have been rather unfestive.
well blame it on the poly school system that runs over December, but meh..

working has been quite the experience. i understand why adults now always say they wish they were back in school. bcos work gives u no social life.. so to speak.

on fri night, i went over to my friend's place and surprise him with a birthday cake, together with his family. his reaction was priceless. he entered the house and was about to take something from the fridge when all of us came down from the stairs and started singing happie bday to him.
he stared at us, then he stared back at the fridge,
then he stared back at us.
all the while, he had a 'OMGWTFBBQ' expression on his face xD.
it was a pity no one brought the camera hahha.

he was one of my good friends back in sec school so it was good to see him back from australia.
most of my close friends have either moved on and uncontactable
or just simply too busy to catch up.
sigh...

especially now my house is a warzone and the kitchen has been destroyed.
which means for the whole of nxt week, I would have to eat out.
i hope the house will be rebuilt by CNY...

so anyone..
dinner with me? hahahaa...

2006-12-06T17:31:00.000-08:00

Original caption from gettyimages.com reads:
'Cristiano Ronaldo looks disappointed after unsuccessful penalty appeal...'

Disappointed?

I can list a bunch of captions to go with this super hilarious 'disappointed' look.
(note: all captions made are for just for laughter, fun, joke. pls don't take it seriously or I will slap u around with a half baked salmon)

1) 'C.Ronaldo suddenly realises he crapped in his pants as Quim (guy on the right, behind Ronaldo) runs for cover.'

2) 'C.Ronaldo: *thinks to himself* i finally said it! I said 'Iloveyou' to him!
E.Petit (guy behind, left of Ronaldo) : NOOOO WAY.....!.. i...love.. you too...
Quim: *to Petit* SCREW U FAGS! IM OUTTA HERE!

3) 'Avators across a page -
Flabbergasted: C.Ronaldo
Astounded: C.Ronaldo
Stoned: C.Ronaldo
Peeved: C.Ronaldo
Laughter: C.Ronaldo

4) 'C.Ronaldo: HOLY SHYTE!
E.Petit: It's.. it's..
Quim: the dutch gay community! RUN!!

5) 'C.Ronaldo: YEEEEEEE *stoned*
E.Petit: duhduhburrrduhhhhhhh..
Quim: *running around like a chicken* bakeh! bluck bluck bakeh!

Ladies and Gents, over here, the Portuguese players asylum...'

2006-12-05T07:22:00.000-08:00

'you think you are so strong, confident, full of self-belief. But I tell you something. You're just like the rest of them. You are weak.'

'I am weak only when I say I am'.

'Hah, what an understatement. You kid no one but yourself and you know that.'

'When I say i'm weak, I'm weak. There is nothing more to that. If I just lay here and don't get up, then i'll never get up. Who are you to talk?'

'See, there you again. You always believe to be strong, but don't you dare tell me there isn't a crack in you.'

'There may be cracks, but I make sure to seal them up'.

'But what caused the cracks?'

'........'

'Hahhaa, there you see. Those cracks appears when you are...'

'Enough. I told you I may be weak, but these cracks can be sealed up only by me. And I choose not to let these cracks lead to scars.'

'Hmph. Suit yourself. But to get to my point..'

'which is..?'

'you may appear strong and tell yourself to be strong, but even the strongest can be, at the given time, the weakest. Do not fool yourself thinking that you'll be able to withstand the storm all the time. Somewhere in it, you'll fall.'

'And I'll get up. Like I always have.'

2006-12-03T19:29:00.001-08:00

the last month of the year... has arrived.

firstly the only thing I want this Xmas is that shirt I'm looking for. Coupled with a silver chain and a silver bracelet to go with it. So far, no such luck cos usually those shirts are on second piece sale which means i have to pay a whooping 70 dollars for it.

Forget it haha, my budget will only be 50 dollars and I believe I can find it.

I bet 70 dollars are like..., no not like, they ARE peanuts to the 10,000 plus super rich people (which fall under millionaires, billionaires, trillionaires etc) over here.

My bro was telling me that there's a rich rich korean in his school and he has 5 suits.
Each of his 5 suits is worth........ *drum roll*
................
...............
..............
.............
...........
..

at least 11K.

Owe it to his dad, who is a successful businessman, having huge stakes in SAMSUNG, SONY, etc etc. And so whenever they attend functions, the family has to dress up.
And so I estimate an entire wardrobe for them would be no less than a million.
And don't you know the dad owns a private jet too?

thats crazy.
i bet i wont even get to see 11,000 in 5 months.
but such is life.
but i tell ya something.

rich people may have all the wealth and financial backing they need for a lifetime,
but they don't have something that the lower or middle class people can experience.

and its not that difficult to figure it out ;)

2006-11-30T00:11:00.000-08:00

This is a sight I thought I would never see.
Brothers, captains of their respective teams, red half of Manchester and the blue half of Merseyside, leading their teams out to play...

must feel damn special and great for the Nevillers.

2006-11-26T10:23:00.000-08:00

WARGH WE COULD HAVE WON BUT BLOODY CHELSCUM STOLE 2 POINTS FROM US!!!
everyone could damn well see that these soul-less money-hungry players were diving, elbowing and cheating the whole time.

but we still keep the 3 point lead, so in your face idiots.

anyway, i've gone for my NS medical screening at CMPB.
got graded as PES B, which I'm fine with.
though it could have been PES A, if not for my asthma condition. I don't wanna risk myself anyway.
The only downside is that im guaranteed tekong cough.
which sucks, meh.

so right now, am training for my napfa test.
pullups and standing broad jump are the ones I'm training especially for..
but other than that, the rest of the stations are fine.
a D grade for all 6 stations and a total of 15 points = silver = 2 months reduction off the 2 year service in NS.
thats something do-able.

something 'big' happened today.
i was in the car coming back from my aunt's place after picking up my grandparents.
so we arrived at this junction where we would turn left onto the main road.
my mom looked for oncoming cars and such before turning..
so once she had seen that everythin was fine, she began turning..........
and all of a sudden. this mini truck appears outta nowhere and speeds beside us, nearing crashing onto the side of our car.

all of us inside were taken aback by the sudden chain of events.
the mini truck pulled the brakes just in front of the traffic lights, wit the green clearly flashing.
and this malay woman, carrying a baby, steps out wit a pissed off expression.
'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!!', she screamed in broad daylight.

my mom kept quiet but clearly looked upset, because it was so bloody obvious that her husband was speeding and didnt bother looking if there were any cars turning at that junction...

anyway, the woman did a V sign (which also means literally, where the heck did ur eyes go),
'OPEN YOUR EYES CAN OR NOT!!!??' she screamed again.
(and all this while, there was a car behind her mini truck, not moving away and just staying there witnessin the entire incident. typical Singaporean, but meh.)

and she got back inside the truck, slammed the door and they drove off.
at this junction, my grandpa was berating her that she was clearly in the wrong, which my eldest cousin echoed.

shit woman, thinks that the road belonged to her.
i wouldnt have hesitated to get down and have a go at her, but it was raining.
i wont have any person shouting at my mom, no one.
she was bloody in the wrong, and i hope right now in her sleep, she better bloody realise it.

anyway, i've taken off a day off from work tomorrow.
(worked on a saturday on the first week, so company's policy to give me back a day in lieu)
going to train my juniors for a marathon competition later next year, so goin to get some rest to have the energy for tomorrow.

peace.

2006-11-23T17:01:00.000-08:00

the first thing I see on TV Mobile this morning on 151 is....
........
.......
'Wishing Upon A Star' starring the idols of Spore Idol season 2.

hahahahaha!!

seriously, someone has got too much time on their eyes to think: 'We did it last time! so let's do it again hehehehe!'

YUI - Rolling Star PV

2006-11-21T01:57:00.001-08:00

daymn lil YUI all's grown up.

2006-11-19T05:19:00.000-08:00

right, now for that james bond review...

'The role of 007 is an iconic one, yet almost the whole world rests on that actor's shoulders to deliver a brillant performance.

Daniel Craig certainly doesnt disappoint.

Arguably, Brosnan's decision not to continue with the bond role has given this not well known actor to step into the limelight and show what he's made of.

Right from the start, with his icy blue eyes, James Bond comes alive, chasing his target through a series of construction obstacles, scaling a crane 30 storeys off the ground, gunning through an ambassy and still manage to escape with his mission accomplished.

the name's bond indeed.

If i can recall, Brosnan's best bond movie was definitely Goldeneye. 007 vs 006, fan-heaven stuff. But right after that, his movies became more slapstick than usual. Villian wants to obtain something and use it for world domination. Bond would do something and save the day. and bed the girl.

well not this one.

Bond, this time, has to stop a certain villian from funding global terrorists. And the only way to do that... is a simple yet thrilling game of poker. Now how's that for wits and trickery? But that's not all to it. There's more twists and turns, but if you're sharp enough, you'll be able to spot it. There's a perfect balance of action and dialogue, bringing out the best in the storyline and those funny one liners too.

(Bond: you know you're not my type.
Bond-girl: cos i'm smart enough for you?
Bond: single.)

Daniel Craig portrays the ruthless yet charming 007 in a different light. Please don't diss the dude just because he's (bloody fugly to some), blond or short. It's time for a new change and damn, its good.

How bout some martini at the bar afterwards?

rating: 4 outta 5 stars.

2006-11-16T01:57:00.000-08:00

seems that the new bond movie, Casino Royale, is out in theatres islandwide.
Now lets see, hardcore fans think the new guy is blond and short.
and too some, bloody fugly.

TRUE?
catch a review here later as I go watch wit some martini and maybe Scaramanga's golden gun.
or what's left of it.

2006-11-14T05:47:00.000-08:00

on top of the world.

now that's singing when you're winning

2006-11-12T04:47:00.000-08:00

well i've changed my skin at long last.
i was skimming through when i saw that dude up there ^
and looked damn similar to the drawings that i drew for chan-chan.

so chan-chan, just for you hahaha. pls don't start laughing now.

FFXII's a great game.
maybe im not used to it, but eventually i'll enjoy it.
go pick it up. one of the finest storyline ever from the previous FFs.
dont miss it.

2006-11-07T18:49:00.000-08:00

Sigh...

girls like her, are one in a million.

2006-11-02T08:20:00.000-08:00

my friend told me that i can be read like an open book..

if that's the case, i must really suck haha.

2006-10-29T18:06:00.000-08:00

as promised, my DOA review..
just be warned its going to be a nasty one.

'Dead Or Alive, the game, brought a whole new level of reality fighting (and also abit of out-of-this-world moves) and fun to the XBox (and previously PS2). Packed together with awesome fighters and hot babes (check that spinoff Xtreme Beach Volleyball game), Team Ninja established a pretty good fighting franchise.

Now let's see...

Game-turned-movies, in the recent few years, have been in a word, rubbish.

Resident Evil was a prime example. For non gamers, resident evil was a popular zombie-horror game for the PS and gained much prominence in the RPG genre. The gamer would control a character throughout the game and have to navigate his way out, having to blast through hordes of zombies and similar living organisms with numerous firearms (love that rocket launcher)

u know the thing about movies adapting from games? they tend to change alot of things. like storyline or some of the mechanics... overall, the movie makes the game look bad and itself worse.

Note that for me to truly enjoyed game-turned-movies, the movie has to STICK to every feature of the game. So not as to incense hardcore gamers and fans of whichever game is to produced onto the big screen. By also sticking to the original game script, it does good publicity for the actual game to newcomers and may actually receive rave reviews.

anyway back to the resident evil movie on why it sucked.

The game featured creeping, moaning zombies.
The movie featured the opposite. RUNNING, SCREECHING ZOMB... no wait, people with bloodshot eyes.
A team of agents had to go down to a research lab deep underground and find out what was it that made all its inhabitants... disappear..
and so blah blah, they find that they didnt actually disappear and then they decide OH OK LETS ERMM GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE HEHEHE.
Granted, there were abit bits of the storyline was a bit intriguing, but still, no concrete impact to make me go wow.

for resident evil: apocalyse, it was complete utter... trash.
the movie focused mainly on the viral breakout (that turns everyone into zombies) in the city. so the govt decides to send in a bunch of dudes to wipe everyone out and then at the end, launch a nuclear warhead to completely swipe everything.
ok, they had missus jill valentine with her blue tube, they had the mercenaries working for Umbrella, they had nearly everything adapted from Resident Evil 3..

except to my horror, they made the NEMESIS (which in the game was a badass advanced zombie) a freakin cyborg.
im sure all other fans feel the same way.

.........

and save for that last part in the movie, where everything just made no sense.
(the sub-main character is actually something else that u expect. and the whole motley crew survives.. but Umbrella is in Europe still conducting tests)
that ruined the entire storyplot and I was disappointed.
Disappointed that the second chance to do a good game-based-movie of the same series was utter rubbish...

oh yeah, DOA..

well bringing resident evil into the picture was just to give u some backgrd info and also a gist of what im roughly gonna say about DOA.

anyway, the DOA game, as mentioned in my first sentence, consists of fighters of different martial arts styles in a -duke-it-out- VS fighting game. The one reason why its popular is because of those hot babes... but thats another issue.

DOA the movie turns out actually, just like the previous Street Fighter movies, to be nothing more than a silly adaptation of the original games.

The story goes as: fighters from around the world get invited to take part in a tournament where there can only be one winner..
They all fight, then get trapped by the villian, who uses this technology to absorb their fighting data, absorbs them and then sells it to the world.

there's only one word to describe it. and it starts with C.

Note that the actresses are hot, but still, that doesnt stop them from making the storyline look so cliched. Furthermore, isnt each fighter supposed to have her own style?
Well not, because they all had one common fighting style in the movie dammit. I think it was proably some styles of wushu, but still, no attempt to stick to the game's script.

Onto the usual suspects...

U've got ninja princess Kasumi, who is hell bent on finding her all-so-powerful ninja brother, Hayate, who disappeared in the same tourny the year before.

U've got Tina Armstrong, your texas-pro wrestler who is really... nothing much.

U've got Christie, a hot thief who takes part in the tourny to find... errmm cash. wow!

U've got Helena, a cutesy bubbly ignorant girl who was a wallflower most of the time.

And U've got Ayane, a ninja assassin sent by Kasumi's clan to kill her because she left to search for her brother.

....

have i seen this somewhere before? oh yeah, Street Fighter.

in any case, DOA movie incorporates the features of a lousy movie: no brainer storyline, just action and hot babes, stupid villain idea and all that leads to a waste of time.

In summary, if future directors are inspired to make games go onto the big screen, PLEASE DON'T.
Chances of 99.99% guarantee it'll be trash.
having said that, i hope someone hasnt begun thinking of making Metal Gear Solid into a movie. oh please i hope not.'

rating: 0.5 outta 5.

2006-10-27T02:55:00.000-07:00

check this space. im so bored, im gonna watch DOA tonite by myself at balestier plaza.
and then completely rip it apart by comparing it to the actual game, developed and produced by Team Ninja.

November approaches.
holy shit that's really fast.
can u hear the jingle bells ringing?

2006-10-20T22:04:00.000-07:00

Enrai ~ Tooku ni aru Akari (released 25 Oct, woot)

Maaki and Yuusuke, apparently, are both romantically involved so they say.
but you know, band members getting together can have an effect on the band's career.
and most of the time, it can have an adverse effect.

2006-10-18T23:15:00.000-07:00

Hahaha, STOMP's Star Blog is an interesting section to read when u have nothing to do/having your lunch break in the office.

go check. some interesting topics there..
i just laugh my head off about how xiaxue makes her entries retardly funny.

2006-10-15T00:56:00.000-07:00

I guess for all anime fans, the hype would surround the upcoming DEATH NOTE movie.
no surprise, because its a manga that's full of intense plots, battle of wits, twists and turns and character development like never before.

All you non-anime fans, i recommend this piece.. no.. this masterpiece of manga to you. you seriously would not regret it.

cmon, im even made my mom promise that she'll catch the anime episode that just debuted last week.

see? hahahaha xD

2006-10-12T18:11:00.000-07:00

update: i'm using my grandpa's old Nokia phone for the moment..
so u can call again.

in the meantime,
i've started my pre-army training regime.
better start early than nothing...

2006-10-11T23:02:00.000-07:00

my phone is spoiled and i'm gonna send it for repairs.
if you call me, i wont be able to hear you.
same thing when i call, except worse that there is no ringing tone.
so just msg me if anything.

argh
it was only 1/2 a year more till my plan expires and a new phone.
wahh...
now here comes the time if i can survive without my phone

2006-10-08T18:16:00.000-07:00

u guys ever listened to Kelly Clarkson's 'A Moment Like this' ?

oh what am i talking about? u probably have. xD
u had your moment?
cos i havent haha

2006-10-03T18:45:00.000-07:00

while watching a video on youtube yesterday, my best friend's girlfriend struck up a MSN convo wit me.

After watching a video of me sparring with my best friend 2 years ago,
she asked me if I was still doing it.
Initially, I was a lil surprised someone had asked me this sort of question after so long..
anyway, I told her that I wasnt anymore.
naturally, she asked why.

my answer was a simple:
'i dont have a reason to.'

i dont know if she intepretated that answer as 'you're a wimp' or something else at the back of her mind, but she asked me if that was a no.
(well its so obvious)
I then told her im the wrong person to ask and to look for someone else more willing...

It's a fact now that I'm not keen in sparring anyone,
BUT that doesnt mean I've not given up on fighting.

Fighting to protect something.
Fighting to protect someone...
the list goes on.

if you fight, do it for a reason.
dont fight for meaningless self entertainment or to prove that you're the strongest.
there's no honour in that and certainly no dignity in it.

and please, if you fight, fight with your bare hands.
dont freaking take a weapon because that's so cowardly.
that's why gangs exist. they're full of cowards who cant stand up for themselves.
when one gets caught by the police, they all run. some 'friends' they are.
(and yes my friend, I think what u said is right after all haha).

2006-09-29T02:13:00.000-07:00

tis a bit late but..

this is congrats to both Hady Mirza and Jon Leong for saving in what could have been a potentially eye-tear Spore Idol tournament (can anyone say Joakim, Paul or Jasmin as the finalists?)

Both are brillant singers and I've got no doubt both of them have got bright futures ahead of them. Singapore Idol 3... oh wait, there aint no next Idol.

its friday yet again and man do i love fridays.
though the next month is gonna be spent on training up for NAPFA so that i can enjoy the 2 weeks discount off BMT if i can get the gold/silver...

i just hope i can get an enlistment date that'll either be in April or beyond that.
If you're a regular reader, you might have guessed that I'm planning to travel outta the country on my own for a month...
Nothing bad bout Singapore, but I wanna be out of home for a lil while..
Cos think bout it.
You wont get a chance, or a slim chance at that, to travel next time on your own or with friends.
the next chance will most likely be with our own started families and beyond.
so im not letting this slip...

where im going?
hmmm... take a guess haha.
its not that hard because im an ass at tryin to make subliminal messages.

and just for the record, here are 2 lame jokes. (highlight for answer)

1) What do u call a guy who sings on stage?
Mike

2) What do u call a guy that digs?
Doug

i take no responsibility if your legs or brains hits 11 out of 10 on the lame-0-meter.
good weekend to all of ya xD

2006-09-26T18:19:00.000-07:00

office quirks part 2.

(following dialogue has been translated bcos i cant remembered what they said word for word in Chinese)

Scene: 8 people going for lunch. 2 grps of 4 into 2 cars...

Colleague 1: Hey Julian, they chase u to come with us?

Me: No la.. 4-4, so i come with you guys.

Colleague 2: Oh ok... sit in front. She likes to talk to you *points to Colleague 3*

Me: hmmm ok...

*all get into car and ready to drive off...*
*other colleague's car comes into view*

Colleague 3: Hehehe..

*purposely drives onto path of other car...
... and stops*
*silence for 2 seconds*

*car 2 honks loudly, with laughing colleagues inside*

Colleague 1: AIYAH GO ALREADY LA!!

Colleague 3: hehehehhe....

*drives off...*

Scene 2: Driving back from lunch..

Colleague 2: Hey hurry up, Alex jus called me. Meeting changed to 2.30...

Colleague 3: Ok ok... eh it's them!

*peers into rearview mirror to see other colleague's car*

Colleague 1: You gonna race ah?

Colleague 3: YEAH!

Me: ............. *wonders why I'm in the front seat*

*our car overtakes them and soon arrive at a traffic junction. Red light signal*
*other colleague's car arrives just behind us*

Colleague 2: Eh stop playing already...

Colleague 3: Aiyah, u won't be late one...

*other colleague's car honks again*

Colleague 3: I wonder whether I can do this... *grin*

*looks at rear view mirror and points middle finger*
*red light has changed to green light*
*colleague 3 has not noticed*

Colleague 2: HEY CHANGE LIGHT ALREADY!!!

Colleague 3: OH SHIT!

*other colleague's car honks as our car starts moving*

Colleague 1: Next time, im not sitting in your car..

Me: Yeah me too..

stay tuned for more office quirks xD

2006-09-21T08:12:00.000-07:00

lunch time today..

colleague 1: so Julian, do you have a girlfriend?

Me: No...

colleague 1: sure or not? *gives surprised expression*

Me: Yeah really...

colleague 2: zhen de meh? (are you really sure?)

Me: Wo zhi dao hen xiang xing right? (i know its hard to believe right?)

Colleague 1 and 2: *laughs*

Colleague 2: So you go for what type of girl ah? The wild one or guai one?

Me: Guai one.....

Colleague 2: orrhhh.

Colleague 1: But u have like... first love?

Me: Nope...

Colleague 2: HUH VIRGIN AH?!?!?!?!

*table near us looks at us*

Me: *gives really surprised look*

Colleague 1: Walau, ni wei she me zhe me da shen! Mei ge ren kan wo men leh... (why you so loud? everyone looking at us now!!)

hahhaha.
im beginning to like my workplace.

2006-09-16T08:53:00.000-07:00

well great, my results arent that wonderful so to speak.
at least I've proven that 2 of my modules are in line on what I want to do next time in life.

2 of them I expected to be... er-hem, below the mark.
but 1 of was way out of line.
i secured good grades along the way, and i dont know how it came like that.
most probably the last proj, but heck, that was the one thing that pulled me down.

but anyway, results really dont matter to me.
ok fine, they are the gateway to university.. so thats one on my bad list.
I still believe its the skill thats more important and more valuable.
just too bad degrees and highter titles are needed to advance in this world.

u must be thinking that im saying all this bcos i got bad grades.
yeah maybe so.
But I still think that Im gonna make it good later in my career.
I wont go for a job that pays me high
because Im going for a job that i will ENJOY.
cos i believe i'll do better in it.

im gonna tell you my plan. in fact, my dream plan.
After internship and after NS, i plan to pursue a degree in Sports Journalism in University of Canberra.
After I graduate, i'll come back to Singapore and start my career in this area.
i'll slowly build up and then, show that I'm qualified in working at Sportscenter.
That's not the end.
Once i've shown my credentials, it's off to England.
where I plan to become one of the few asian football critics over there.
YEAH! big dream innit!

and i want to make that happen.

whoa ahha, are you laughing/raising eyebrow/rolling eyes?
anyway good night.

2006-09-13T10:26:00.000-07:00

i went on a lil bus ride adventure today to familiarise my bus route to my workplace.

i boarded 151 at the police acadamy and according to streetdirectory.com, i would have to alight at the 10th stop and board 93.

i did just that. And i got puzzled when i alighted at a somewhat dusty bus stop with no buildings behind or opposite. Just the road and main expressway.

nevermind, i boarded 93 and again, according to the website, alight at the 6th stop.

and my 6th stop was in front of Jln Ismail (spelling), and i noticed i passed by my destination road a few stops behind.

and so i walked and walked....
to Sims avenue back and forth,
cut through Eunos Avenue,
took a train to Paya Lebar...
and walked all the way back to Eunos station (which is just a stop away from PL)
and arrived at the interchange and finding out that both 93 and 94 goes straight to my workplace.

T_______________________________T

the whole journey took like 1.5 hours and i took a cab back.
sheesh, no choice but im gonna go back on the bus route on friday...

and guess what?
streetdirectory.com now tells me...
board 151 and stop at 13TH STOP.
take 93 and stop at 4TH STOP.

T________________________________T

what.the ______________

2006-09-11T07:54:00.000-07:00

the terrorists of this world has got to know that their actions are not bringing about a new world order.
(ok fine so i sound like Bush (ape), but this is just my view)

its just more chaos, more destruction, more casualties, more disorder,
more of everything of the opposite of peace.
they argue they're fighting for a rightful cause, but its really just a cause that they will benefit from and those too who believe in it.
and guess what, the majority dont.

so quit the bombings, the attacks and killings.
u'll never consider the greater damage being done. and you will never understand. probably.

this is for those who lost someone dear during 9/11.

2006-09-07T02:41:00.000-07:00

'Jules, you've got 2 minutes to warm up. I'm gonna take Giggsy off and you're swapping flanks with Ronnie,' the gaffer instructed me.

74 minutes had gone and the Red of Manchester were down 1-2 to the other blue half. At the Theatre of Dreams. Losing a derby match was not on the gaffer's mind, nor the rival manager's too.

I stood up nervously and quickly walked out of the box.
'ok lets do some running back and forth, a few stretches and...' i thought to myself but...

'JULES! Santa aint waiting for you, and he aint gonna give you a present if you dont change out of your kit in a sec!,' the assistant manager blasted away.

Right, so 1 minute had passed that fast. I didnt even know it, heck, didnt even THINK that this moment would come.

The 4th official called me to get ready as he keyed in the numbers on the subs board. I stretched my hips one last time before the announcer began the announcement.

'Substitution for Manchester United. No.11, Ryan Giggs coming off for No.17, J.low'.

It was met by a mix reception of cheers and jeers. A section of the Stretford End had come to see me play in the Reserves and to some, 'the kid's a hot one for the future'. But I would have guessed majority of the Old Trafford faithful hadnt even heard of my name.

Giggsy quickly ran half the pitch as I stood there with my hand raised out to 'tag' with the captain.
'Pass it to Scholesy. And do us proud,' he said a few words of encouragement as he tossed me the captain's armband.

here goes nothing....

i broke into a slow jog as I headed towards a ginger-haired player who was catching his breath. I gave him the band and was about to call Ronnie when Scholesy stopped me.

'Ji's gonna take the left. You're partnering me.'

I stared at him bewildered. Partner him? But didnt the gaffer just....

'for 2 minutes. If we dont get the goal soon, you'll swap with Ji alright lad? Now eyes up!' he patted me on my back as he retreated back into our half. Do as the captain says I guess as I followed suit.

Up on the other end, the City keeper took the goal kick. The ball sailed through the air as it looked to be either Rio or Corradi. But Rio, strong as he was, headed it away to Ronnie on the right. Jeers followed....

'Here!', Scholesy shouted out. Ronnie obeyed and squared it to him. Immediately, 2 City players closed in on him...

...but Scholesy flicked the ball over his head and over his markers, onto my path. A moment of brillance which was widely applauded all around the stadium.

My eyes locked on the ball, I moved it forward as I began to quicken my pace. Park was running into space and dragging a defender together with him. Up ahead, I spied Saha taking up his positon while Wazza was calling for the ball. and he also seemed to be saying something...

..'MAN ON!' my ears caught wind of his cry that my marker was coming in for the tackle. At the last moment, I shifted the ball away from his legs. Cheers followed as I moved towards a central position. 25 yards out from the goal. Perfect for shooting. I got ready to execute a piledriver...

...when at the corner of my eye, Ronnie was speeding in from the right.
Unmarked.

The 2 centre-backs prepared to block my shot as my striking leg prepared to shoot the ball. Instead, I chipped it at the last minute over them...

..onto the path of Ronnie. The Stretford end stood up with much anticipation, one thing on their minds.

Ronnie took the ball down with his left foot and then with a quick shift of his feet, he powered in the ball from his right. The keeper stood no chance as the ball buried itself into the bottom right corner.

'YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' was the cry from the entire stadium. Wazza and Ji immediately raced to Ronnie who had gone to the corner flag to celebrate. For a moment, I didnt realise it until I saw the scoreboard.

2-2.

Smiling, I knew the match wasnt over.
game on.

2006-09-05T00:42:00.000-07:00

well i didnt watch much of his shows..
but mate, thanks for introducing us the words 'CRIKEY' and 'AINT SHE A BEAUTY?'

now go curse that stingray who did ya in.

2006-09-01T07:44:00.000-07:00

this is insane.
Two of the hottest Argentinian stars, Carlos Tevez and Javier Mascherano have SIGNED FOR WEST HAM UNITED!

OMFWTF BIGGEST TRANSFER COUP OF THE DECADE.
but wait a minute, it may be a conspiracy theory.
for u see, the man who brought the 2 players in runs a company called Media Sports Investment.
It has been rumoured that Chelscum's owner, Abramasunnavabitch owns a 15% stake in it.

so, the move may just be a 'loan'.
when they've reached their peak, they move back to their original club, Chelscum.
so if its true, here's an early finger to the Blues.

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on the other hand, my trip to Bangkok was relaxing, refreshing.
i'll post up the pictures when i'm assed to do it :p

2006-08-24T07:11:00.000-07:00

i just saw one of the best fights in the Contender, a boxing reality show.
It just emphasised the fact that anything can happen in a fight.

Michael (blue team) fought against Ebo (yellow team), both strong fighters with impressive records.
However for the first 3 rounds, Ebo dominated Michael with everything he threw.
Jabs, hooks, combinations 1-2, 1-2. Michael was nowhere near him.
Ebo was moving around, Michael was just being stagnant.
It seemed as if Ebo was going to win the fight without Michael providing the challenge.

but in the 4th round, that all changed.

In just one split second, Michael landed the key punch.
A straight hook to the left side of Ebo's face, causing him to be stunned.
Michael took advantage and proceeded to make up for lost ground.
But Ebo quickly recovered and broke back with his killer combinations.
Again Michael was gonna get knocked out anytime....
but again in one split second...

After Ebo landed a nice shot to Michael's rib,
Michael hit back with A MASSIVE HOOK to the left side of Ebo's face.

and Ebo went crashing to the mat.
Referee counted 9 and wanted to make sure Ebo was ok to continue the fight.
But the moment Ebo walked in a zig zag manner, Referee called for the fight to be put off.
Michael therefore won through a TKO (technical knockout).

But what a fight.
it just proved to me that nothing is impossible.
if you possess the desire to win, you will win.
michael changed the entire fight with just ONE PUNCH.
he changed his destiny from just that punch.

and so now, its really motivated me than ever before.

2006-08-23T08:07:00.000-07:00

damn the internship
or i would have been on a plane to catch HandMC live!
bahh xD...

2006-08-18T02:54:00.000-07:00

i hope my brother's friend is ok.
that broke best see a counsellor. on 2 separate occasions, he's called out my brother, threatening to do something 'stupid'.
can be annoying after awhile, but my brother is the type that likes to help people, so irritated as he was, he still went.

at 12.30am.

funny convo took place between us though haha.

Me: *walks into room*

Bro: Hey i need you to cover for me.

Me: *thinks* (this happened before...). right, which one of your friends wants to kill himself again?

Bro: the same one.

Me: What? That's sad.

Bro: Yeah i know. So annoying..

Me: You going alone?

Bro: No, 2 of my friends are going there.

Me: Ok... so has he slit his wrists yet?

Bro: already.

Me: Right.. *reach for my wallet* if you're back early, buy some supper back. *hands 10 dollars*

Bro: Oh ok.. thanks.

then we snuck downstairs and i opened the gate and he ran like the wind to the main road to hail a cab.

haha, the things brothers do.