The Heartlander
usually I don't watch TV but over dinner yesterday happened to see the channel 8 table tennis "blockbuster".

mediacorp likes to misuse that word these few days. same for the channel 5 "blockbuster" red line or something. how can it be a blockbuster when it hasn't even aired yet??

anyway back to c8. it was a scene of epic phailness. everytime the guy missed the table tennis ball he'll go どうして like that's the only thing he can say. my skin cringes everytime he does that. I have a feeling my colleagues (if I do ever go back to work) will all start to "どうして" like it's the coolest damn thing to do these days.

horrible. just plain pure phailness, epic scale.

perfect living on 2009-04-14, 9:02 a.m.


yay, kayaking ish fun.

this is the first time i'm kayaking solo. the last 2 times I've kayaked were in double-seaters.

kallang basin water is not as salty as I've thought! yayness.

my wounds hurt when they touch something though.

let's finish 1 star with tomorrow! then perhaps I'll embark on something else exciting...

perfect living on 2009-04-11, 9:56 p.m.


since I'm jobless now, I have tons of time. which I waste watching anime instead of preparing for sembcorp scholarship interview.

watched a few episodes of kannagi and I must say I'm in love with the series. love the puns, and nagi is so cute when she giggles to her own puns. melts...

a few that i can remember off hand.

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すてきなステッキ

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新鮮な神饌
蜘蛛できも

followed by some nagi giggle after each line. 超萌えwwwwww

don't ask me why the Ws, I learnt that from some jap forum. I suppose it replaces "~"

going to waste the rest of the night in fallout 3. unemployment ftw!

perfect living on 2009-04-07, 7:37 p.m.


a lot of shit happened the past few days/weeks... my very own series of unfortunate events.

If you're wondering how come I can blog at this time of the day (6pm) it's because i'm currently jobless/unemployed/sacked/fired/retrenched/on no pay leave/a bloke at home. I'm not supposed to discuss what happened the past few weeks. so I shall just put it as I'm on no pay leave until further notice.

and I think the new HnG OP and ED sucks. in fact, episode 1 sucked. perhaps it's because it's just an introduction for the 3427.25 characters in HnG.

last friday was another hectic day like thursday. skipped lunch on both days to chiong work. friday chionged down to kkb camp. I was about to open the door that no one else has ever opened and do maintenance on the racks inside. exciting.

it became a treasure hunt for the disarm key. when I finally found out where that key is, we were locked out from that door by another number lock. there seems to be some mysterious spirit protecting the virginity of that door.

pardon me if I'm super vague. I can't say too much.

wasted another good day.

reached home... eat... use comp... received a call to go to office.

so it has hit me as well.

I felt like an illegal immigrant.

moved our illegal booty back to where it's supposed to be... until 11.30pm. I escaped because I have to wake up for cycling the next door. the rest worked past midnight. that summed up the last day of work.

saturday morning cycle. wanted to show off my skill in throwing up gravel in people face using my back wheel. the idea was to stand up and crank on loose gravel, so the rear wheel would lose traction and throw up dirt instead of pushing the bike forward. the first try was rather good. tried to do it again, this time round, my fork bounced too much and I lost traction on my front wheel as well. ggxx. washedout, fell on my right, grazed my right elbow and right knee on the gravel. one of the most embarrassing falls you can ever have is when you're trying to show off some stunts and you phail epicly.

then i saw blood trickling down my left knee. wtf... it was one of the worst open gash i have ever kenna on my flesh. i didn't know what happened. I fell on my right. how the hell did my left bleed worse than my right? the guess was my left knee went into either the casette or the chainrings.

ouch

tried to act as though nothing happened and laugh it off. picked up my bike and continued. but heard some weird noise coming from the back. ggxx X 2.

rear dérailleur gave up. it was bent during the crash inwards and when shifted down to the biggest cog, the cage would hit the spokes.

so after patching up my 3 open wounds, the bike expert patched up my bike. forced me to go see doctor for my wounds... burnt 61bux there. haiz...

have to bring my bike to a bike doctor too... the chain still skips.

along the way back, the guy on slicks crashed along tampines road and kenna open wounds on the exact same spots as mine, without the deep cuts. what a day. 2 casualties out of 3 riders.

anyway... saturday pretty much concluded with tuition at yck.

sunday... fetched papa to airport. decided to pontang basketball and badminton after seeing pus seeping down the side of the knee onto the bed. sick crap.

"recuperated" while playing fallout 3, a game that I sorta vowed not to play.

today... went to office to be officially "laid off" until "further notice". well I took no chances and submitted my resume to another company. they've contacted me, but their vacancy doesn't suit me although I would very much like to learn Cisco Voice. they need me to commit at least a year. haiz... the other choice was to take up the desktop technician post which I'm not really keen...

anyway... drove my mum to aunt's house. today is the first day when I've become a true blue unemployed bloke. so I became my mama's chauffeur. broke a book so I can read in the car while my mum does her stuff. I don't like my aunt's place, it's a warzone.

anyway, it rained along the way and so I turned on my headlights. this simple act was to be the bane for the rest of the day.

so i parked my car, dropped my mum, took out my book and turned off the engine.

one hour later, my mum walked out with my aunt to buy something. she told me turn off the lights. what lights?

holy crap.

(bitch mode on) This is the problem with Toyota Camry. It makes you complacent. Camry, unlike most other "normal" car, is a well-designed luxury car. If you left your lights on, it will turn them off when you step out of your car and LOCK THE DOOR.

die. I was in the car for the past hour reading and totally forgot about the lights. so, already knowing the consequences, I turned the starter. and heard something that I've never heard before.

panicked. stopped a taxi driver who was dropping someone off to help me and offered to pay him. took out my jumper cables and attempted to "shock" my car back to life. no luck.

so called for help from china. papa tell me to call borneo motor. so there. a towtruck came over and did the CPR on Camry. somehow it worked. drove back.

used ohmeter on jumper cable. fantastic. red cable broken.

what a day. burnt 30 dollars for the life-saving operation. why do I waste so much money when I'm not working???

i feel very sad. i need some little girl to comfort me. :(

perfect living on 2009-04-06, 6:02 p.m.


Welcome to my paradox. I like boring, mugger type girls who absolutely knows nothing about dressing up and wears thick black rim spectacles. firstly, she will save a lot of money and secondly, I won't look too bad beside her. and it is precisely this kind of girls that are the hardest to approach and have the most defenses and probably have 0 interest in widening their social circles.

but that turns me ON! flames of MOE!!!

ok before I start sounding like a sex deprived pedophile...

just a random note of how to spot rich people like me is by taking note of the things they do NOT do/wear/use/eat. Every trip they walk is one bus fare richer, every meal eaten at home is 5 dollars richer, every movie not watched is 10 dollars richer, every torn shirt/jean they're still wearing is 20 bux richer, every New Balance or Brooks they're still wearing means at least 70 dollars richer, every LV wallet that he didn't buy is 700 bux richer and if he's single, he's one wife richer. epic.

anyway...

I am greatly amused by the development of facebook and its many facelifts. I think they've got the sweet spot this time. The very first facebook (at least when I joined) was pretty much friendster with some applications. Then the "stalker" version came along. Where you can get feeds from everything that everyone else is doing, complete with wall-to-wall and timestamps. It was the version I'm most comfortable and happy with. Everyone was whining how stalkerish it has become and I believe many fellow cyber stalkers spend half their day on fb rummaging through photos, links, profiles...

then came along the latest version. a bit disappointed, I join noisemakers this time round. I want my timestamps back! How can I not know when you made friends with Benjamin or Joyce or Clara? I need to know when you talked to him about your last date. I must know your sleep patterns by inferring from your midnight posts at 3am. where has all these gone to???

life has become more miserable. :(

i can see where it's going though and I think this time it would be the most robust version and will satisfy people the longest. that didn't sound quite right but facebook this time has successfully incorporated narcissism into its business model. The easiest to get people hooked is to make them feel good, and skyrocket their egos. What's more? Let the customers do the work! Facebookers can design their own endorphin wrenching machines or simply known as quizzes and publish them to feed the craze for self-revere.

instead of juicy wall posts, I see floods of updates on quizzes. this person has a brain age of 0 (which is supposedly very good, hell I would know why), IQ above 140, lao jiao staff sergeant, perfect mastery of singlish, the qualities of a perfect boyfriend/girlfriend, score A+ for maths, will be a sniper if you're an assassin and your lucky number is 11.

the llama is on the hill and the nazi has taken power. what a slew of nonsensical randomness.

bring back my facebook stalker edition!

perfect living on 2009-03-24, 10:09 p.m.


yesterday, friday. Went to kranji camp in the morning to do some patching. after which, took mrt from choa chu kang to bedok. saw this girl that robbed my attention for the whole train journey, at least until she got off at queenstown.

I guess she'll probably freak out if she read this. but I can't help being the desperate stalker i am. she was in her school uniform, white blouse with blue skirt with a pleat in the middle, much like the AJC skirt. can't recognize which school. she had straight, short hair, covered the ears and stopped just below the cheekbone and slightly pointing forward. petite, probably 150cm.

i stalked her the entire way, into the same cabin even at jurong east interchange. carried a red pouch, slinged across her body, even the sling was red and there was a knot just above her right shoulder. guess the sling was too long for such size.

she looked quite gloomy throughout the train trip as she leaned against the glass panel just beside the door. at dover, some kids on the platform across the tracks waved at her. it was one of the cutest smile i've ever seen, like straight out from some japanese anime. the eyes squinted to ^^ and imperfect teeth added to the entire cuteness package.

i just melted.

she smiled to herself for a few stations after dover as she clutched her two folders close to her chest.

i just stood there and melted.

I think this was the second time I've even been so captivated by a stranger. the first was on NEL on the way back home. can't remember when but I was still in training then.

anyway, I just stood there and took occasionaly innocent glances and feel the melting feeling spread from my legs all the way up to my chest. my mind went totally blank when I saw her walked out at queenstown.

noooooooo...

if she wore specs, I'll try my luck and just ask for her contacts. I have a fetish for meganekko.

that's what I always tell myself, sort of an excuse for my lack of action. the last one in NEL, I told myself if not for my botak head then, I would have asked her for her contacts.

as you can see, I'm a pretty desperate and maybe not so healthy 20-turning-21 boy. this desperate urge for this something will be the end of me, someday.

perfect living on 2009-03-21, 10:04 p.m.