Saturday, July 30, 2005
Chinatown Trip Part 2
A night view of Chinatown.
Chinatown ain't the dark, funky(Courtesy of Anlin) and slimy place where eccentric old folks hangout anymore. Now, it's litted by innumerable neon signboards, renovated and re-renovated. However old people still roam the streets! ^^
Wah! Popular Bookstore also want a piece of Chinatown! I say fire their marketing analyst!
Popped in to see how are they holding. The foreboding feeling I had when I arrive at its doorstep.
Chinese words which evidently wasn't meant to be read. By me at least.
Chinese distant relatives to Japenese Oni(Monsterous Beings). Kidding!
Feeling the shiver down your spine? Oops I forgot. Didn't mean to rub your spinelessness in your face. Jesting! Take it from me. The shiver's there.
To my horrific realisation, all I see around are Chinese books! OMFG! Somebody call the cops, no call the national guard! Oops wrong continent.
The only binded bundle of paper which looks remotely like a English book was Harry Potter. I simply felt it's too horendous to take pictures of. I mean what kind of values will I be pouring into the minds of my young viewers?
On a seperate note, I feel that what the entire Harry Potter series had achieved was merely hitting the G-spot of the 8-12 demographic. Have fun reading and getting an orgasm.
It's an metaphor. Check that up at www.dictionary.com before you run off yelling paedophile.
There are lovers and haters to all that's popular. *Insert Darth Vadar's intonation and asmathism* Join the dark side! *Grasp for air*
Back to the trip! ^^
OMG! Chinese spirit have taken over Jerk! Oh wait he's Chinese to begin with.
The night was still young and much of Chinatown remained untrodden. What did we do? More touristic wondering around Chinatown!
The unique spirally walkway that never was recongnised.
Another look at the failure of an architecture.
It's been ages since I last went. My impression of that place was that's large and special(I'm a kid back then, so by all means blame my limited range of vocabs.).
Guess thing just looks gigantic and foreign when we're young.
WAH! Hello Kitty shop! Everything is like so pink!! Anyone seen my gasoline and lighter? Kidding!
In China, babies are being raised for their infant hair to make quality paintbrush. Not! Just some novelty shop offering to make paintbrush out of your kid's infant hair.^^
The bottomline is, if you've open a shop there, you'll need the number soon! LOL!
Alrighty then. It's rainy today so I'm gonna catch up on my sleep. With that, I bid you good day.
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 2:00:00 PM
Friday, July 29, 2005
Chinatown Trip Part 1*Phew* Taking a breather from my work.
Before I'm buried benerth yet again under my neverending work, lets take a moment to step out of your boring existence and enter mine. Like what they say, out of the frying pan and into the fire. ^^
Stars for the day.
It has been forever since I've went out with my sis, come to think of it, we've never really went out before. Don't suppose that entitles you to a Nobel prize.
Anyways, you must be wondering. Whatever in the world dragged the unmovable me out of my house?
My ever so beautiful and sad to say, feverish, cousin of mine.
Wipe that drool off the side of you lips, you look like a baffon. LMAO!
Anyway it's been ages since anyone of significant proportions had developed anything to raise more than an eyebrow.
The trip offered me a good-look-around of the hospital. Essentially it's stern and solemn exterior has remained unchange. However its inlayings has underwent major facelifts.
Sure I've got a needle up my offhand, but I didn't even get a packet of those when I was admitted on same grounds. She got 2! WTF!
Now the food they serve looks edible. Finally.
Still there are somethings in life we can always count on to remain the same, through rain or shine! The service.
The nurse who place that needle on the side on the wrist didn't even checked whether she could place it in the back of her hand. So much for quality service.
Whether we stayed long, I couldn't tell. Hospitals have that effect on people. But we left after her boyfriend and his parents arrived on the scene.
Yes, you poor pathetic unattractive and utmost desperate guys out there. She's beyond you lecherous reach! Go date a cow or something. LOL!
Being near to Chinatown and all, we decide to hop over there to have a short dinner. "Short dinner" being used within the same passage as "Chinatown" is an serious understatement.
The corner coffee shop that sells heavenly porridge!
The chee chong fan store up above the wet market. You can't miss it.
The gastric juice arousing chee chong fan!
The observant might notice, where is the porridge's picture? Didn't I say it's heavenly? It's not meant for the eyes of foolish mortals like you! *Insert godly thunderous laughter*
Gargantuan ego aside. We were too hungry to remember taking photos of the ungobbled porridge before, and still too hungry to remember taking photos of the remains. Sorry folks. I know heavenly is too hard to imagine.
Well it has been a pretty long breather. Anime's up in 5. Guess my breather won't end for another 1 hour or so. Lol!
Stay tune for part two of Chinatown Trip
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 7:58:00 PM
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Sometimes I wonder whenever my dad's Arowana chases after me, is it because (A) it's in glee as in "Wee! Young master is walking pass! I love mine cutsey wutsey young master to itsy bitsy bits!" or (B) out of hatred as in "Oh it's that fucktard again! Man I wish I could leap out and chew his ass of an head off!"?
My family's pet Arowana! It sure looks tasty doesn't it? KIDDING!
Fish, like women, remains a mystery and will forever be to all of man.
Before I go on rambling abouts silly sentiments involving fish and women, let's continue with what I was here for.
I've spend yet another day of my dwindling civilian life, rotting away happily at Dom's house. Don't be mistaken. I'm not whinning, merely jesting about the impending end of my fun-filled life.
Rainy days does stuff to your head. Makes you feel gloomy and sleepy, with the latter catching up on me as I speak.
Anyway it was a laid back Monday, caught lunch with Gimo at Jurong point. The chicken at Long John tasted a wee bit bitter. Must be the soap I thought. LOL!
Did a little updating on my dvd corrections, bringing it to a total of 17!
3 new dvds! And with titles like those, no one would borrow from me!
*Yawns*
The highlight of the day was revealed itself when "Do you guys wanna come over to watch movie?" pop out of Dom's mouth. A "yes" from us didn't need much persuasion from anyone. Bags of tibits later, we were at his doorsteps. :D
Part of many tibits we bought! And it only cost us $2.70! I LOVE XING SIONG!
Dom's adorable ball of fur! Kwek kwek!
Curtains were reeled down, lights were off and tibits were munched on as the we watched the movie. National Treasury was what was served at Dom's house of Bit Torrent downloads. So much for down with priracy.
Introducing my fellow rot-sters! Gimo and Dom!
Near end scene. Aren't I great at choosing them? *Sprains neck while trying hard to pat myself on the back*
The movie was great, as can be expected from it's box office. It was a tat too anti-climax though for my taste. The twist just didn't give the second climax to built up.
Dom's new specs! Poseur anyone?
Evidently, the end of the movie marks the end of "chill time" for Gimo as he installed Ladbrokes Casino onto Dom's computer.
A few clicks here and there, voila, he is $250 dollars richer. And while doing so not breaking a sweat.
*Rubs eyes*
It was only time I knew before the coversation reorientates itself to be one of "profits" and "lost". Being me, I would naturally partake in such conversations. But I was feeling more than lazy so I decide to lay back and sit that one out.
Business, business and more business. All work and no play makes Jack a fucking millionaire!
It's great being able to chill out with friends every so often. Remember, it's always about the company, never about the venue or acitivity.
With that, I click "Publish Post". Sweet dreams to fellow nappers!
*Switches off computer and falls like a dead log on the mattress*
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 3:08:00 PM
Who would have thought a day spent in Dullsville could turn out be quite fun?
It all began on a Saturday afternoon. Apparently, for some conspiratorial reasons, nothing on any channel on Saturday afternoons was remotely close to entertaining.
Perhaps they thought that would drive people out of their homes and into the streets of Orchard. But not my family, to my sad realisation.
Sis was once again hogging the com, claiming that it was for school work, which always, always I say again, turns out to be yet another gunbound session.
Mum was kareoke-ing, again. Over and over she sang like nails roaming across blackboard, with us squirming from discomfort from time to time. So I guess that means nap's out.
Resultantly from my plight, I felt I had as much things to do as a prisoner in solitary confinement. Nearly driven to the state to playing thumb wrestling with both my thumbs, I did the uninmaginable.
What a DUMP! Oh wait, it's my dump. LOL!
Voila. Spick and span!
With regards to the questions I see hanging in the air above your heads, yes and no respectively. Yes, I did all the packing up myself. Shame on you for doubting me! And no, I wasn't hexed or forced at gun point. LOL!
Yet to say packing up would be relatively misleading in this case.
First find a empty drawer.
Then filled it up. Problem solved. ^^
However I did went through some, no matter how little, of the paper you saw okay! 'Cause there ain't enough space to accomodate everything, so some of it had to go. Hopefully I didn't throw out anything I will live to regret.
On a seperate note, crushing paper you deemed useless and swearing at the same time can be highly therapeutic. Now there's one less reason for ladies to go on extravagent shopping sprees, not that there's a need for a reason in the first place.
With even the most dreaded thing done, not even half the afternoon has passed. My mum by then had stop her singing and looked nearly as bored as I was.
She then suggested that we have game of mahjong, but she failed to grasp the essentials of the game. You'll need a mahjong set! How in hell can we play mahjong without mahjong set! Lol!
Fearing that senility might get to mum, I took out a deck of cards and decided to teach her how to play Die-Dee. Yes, all poly students are required to bring their student ID, attain at least 75% attandence for all modules and know how to play Die-Dee.
Upon seeing the deck of cards which were a gift from my aunt, she stared quizzingly at it for a little too long before she pop the question "Isn't that a bar of soap?". OMFG! It was fucking hilarious! It even broke the gunbound-trance my sis was in!
Please enlighten me. Which part of it looks remotely like a soap? LOL!
After laughing our lungs out, I carried on teaching my mum the ropes of the game. Initially it was hopelessly frustrating as she keeps forgeting what I've said.
As the numbers of games under her belt increased, the rules kinda burned into her mind and that was when the real fun begins! It was not long before the excitement spread over to my sis and she joined in.
From her look you can tell she won. A fluke I say!
And how did my mum win you might ask. Ask my sis, AKA mum's accomplice. BOO!
What does it leave us? A very very pissed me! Kidding!
It pretty much took us through the rest of the afternoon (Thank god!) and before we knew it, it was dinner time!
Wipe that drool off the corner of your lips!
Just before my sis came back with the takeouts, Siqi sms-ed and asked me out for prata. You know me, spinelessly easy-going. So a quick dinner later, I was on the way to meet up with her.
The prata trip you've all heard about but never see before!
The venue this time round was choosen by Siqi, or to be more exact, her kid sis. Somewhere in Jurong, between this street and the next, in some god forsaken corner, there laid the prata shop! Time for supper!
Our supper!
Look how oily! Eee!
Teh-o spokesman!
After our scrumptious meal, or their their scrumptious meal to be exact, as I only had teh-os, we went off to meet up with Siqi's kid sister's friends. *Pants* Funny I didn't quite catch her name even though we were bullshiting and bullying Siqi the whole time!
Her friends looked no older than say what, 15 or 16? Their presence made me and Siqi realise that we are getting old. And it's not a pleasent feeling some might add.
Me and Siqi's seemingly mindless small talk eventually evolved to a conversation with depth(Supprised? I have depth too okay!), involving our plans for the future and our goals in life.
You may say it's crap, I'll understand. Not everyone thinks beyond what are they gonna do next weekend.
Anyway, it was too bad midnight was nearing and everyone had to go. Time flies when you're having fun eh?
To sum it all up, I had a splendid time. Hopefully there's more to come, or my holiday will really be insufferable!
There as promised, a post with lotsa pictures and as little cerebral stuff as possible!
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 12:05:00 AM
Thursday, July 21, 2005
It's time for Singapore's favourite talkshow, I'm Right and You're Wrong! With your self-centered and obnoxious host. The one. The only, Jerkzilla! Don't bother switching channels, we've taken over. LOL!I've always wanted to say something like that! For the record, it's just a joke. Don't get hung up on insignificant details like that yah?
Self-amusement aside. Let's get it on.
Before I start my seemingly opinionated post, be warned. Lengthy post ahead. Buckle your seat belts and keep your tables locked in their upright postions!
Here goes nothing!
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Anlin: 1st, ppl hav the right to know how they used the money, hence the investigations (not that I condone it)
4th, its the media's character to dig up stories. No wind, no fire, they won't call you a paedophile unless you're spotted snogging a child at some backyard.
Jerk's response: It's really cool to refer to yourself as the third person! Okok. I'm digressing. Back to my response.
I'm in no way stating that people don't have the right to know.
Food for thought. Have anyone questioned how the government deals with the tax that our fellow blue and white collars pay. Have anyone questioned what happens to the money HDB make everytime some unmellowed individual unwittingly purchase one of it's flat?
I'm just plainly expressing my digust for SPH for being selective in the subjects that they probe and dissect.
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Anlin: 2nd, people won't be so pissed if he didn't use the money that was meant for the patients. Do you know many patients the amount he wasted can cover?
3rd, NKF is a charity organisation, so are expected to put the patients on 1s priority. 600k annually = 50k a mth, which is 10 times the pay of a HOD. Think its reasonable?
Jerk's response: What's a HOD?
Anyway, everyone participating in a flag day needs to registered, yah? Even flag days have to be regulated and governed, shouldn't there be an external organisation that does the same to charity organisations?
Like what had been stated in my earlier post, it's a failure of a(our) system, not of a man. T.T is merely the result of that failure in my opinion.
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Anlin: 5th, its Singaporeans we're talking about here. Remember singaporeans like to complain, but are still charitable. No doubt less will be donated, they still care. So let them do what they have to do.
Jerk's response: Not really taking sides afforded me a clearer and wider view of the whole scandal, not that I'm in anyway assuming you are.
If SPH really wanted just to induce changes in their financial policies, wouldn't choosing a more discreet manner of conveyance be more logical?
I view the aftermath of this media frenzy being totally uncalled-for. But that's just me.
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Anlin: 6th, even if NKF has a large reserve, there's no reason to waste. They can use to help other charity organisations?
Jerk's response: I'm not advocating that it's justifiable to waste donor's money, regardless of the size of their reserve. However like what you've said, their beneficiaries are of their top priority. Acquisition of a large reserve is one of their responsibility to their beneficiaries.
As for helping other charity organisations, I'll say it's a good suggestion. Hopefully my blog becomes popular enough that it'll be noted. Then again, what are the odds? LMAO!
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Anlin: lastly, I hated the way tehy conducted the charity shows. It stinks of plastic hypocriticism. No way I'm paying for the actor to walk across daggers. Give me a talent-time; not dangerous stunts.
Jerk's response: It's getting kinda old eh? The whole third person thingie?
Anyways, believe it or not, plastic hypocriticism sells. They do.
President Star Charity which broadcasted on free airtime, hosted and performed by volunteery artists and consisting no prizes whatsoever. It raised a total of one million, give or take, in donations.
On the other hand, NKF's charity show which boardcasted on paid airtime, hosted and performed by paid artists and consisting tons of prizes, from cash to condos and cars. It raised a total of 6 million, give or take, in donations.
This is the point in my post where Soon Jie will pop out of thin air and shout "own3d!". My sentiments exactly.
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In the superficial society that we're soaking in, it's a rarity that anyone have any thoughts on anything beyond that of "do I look good with in that?", or "is the milk in my teh low fat?".
For being that rarity, I sincerely commend you.
We've come to the end of yet another tormenting long post. Yes, yes. It's yet another post without pictures. Boohoo. Cry me a river.
Wait wait, don't go. I promise the next post will be filled with trashy pictures okay? Be good and Jerkzilla won't tear you limb from limb. Lol!
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 8:04:00 PM
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Here's something I chance upon while going through the blogs that I frequent. I had to copy it from that particular blog 'cause I neither had the liberty nor the pleasure to disclosed it's webby.However, I assure you it's a worthy enough read for me pilfer it off that blog. Lol! Bear with the lengthiness. You'll finish it faster than you can say "I have no life and lead a meaningless existence and will one day die a solitary death".
I can't believe you said that. LMAO!
So here it is. Read and cry your eyes out. ^^
Title: How Could You
When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
-The End-
I used to live under same roof with a pug back in Red Hill. It ain't exactly a Lassy or Beethoven, but it was just every bit as cute and loving.
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 8:09:00 AM
Monday, July 18, 2005
NKF again. And again. And then some more.That's all we get from newspapers after the recent exposure of the NKF scandal nowadays. Even Singapore's blogosphere got hit bad. I feel seriously pissed off just reading about whats going through the average Singaporean mind. So here's my 2 cents worth.
Enough is enough. Time to shut the fuck up.
Sure, everyone has donated their fair share to NKF. Seeing how it ended up on a fleet of Mercedes, some indian fella's 600k annual pay, first class tickets to anywhere, fancy $900 a piece taps and showheads, it's only human for everyone to feel pissed.
So now they know money spent on luxuries ain't exactly a donor-pleasers. The system will be reviewed, changes will take place and sure as hell the way they spent our money will certainly go. Shouldn't that be the end of the story?
No. Hell no. SPH have to blow the shit up. Probing deeper and deeper into the NKF scandal, so their sales can climb higher and higher. Guess bad news is good news huh?
Most of the pea-brain morons out there will say "Eh... Eh... Who asked dumbass Dubai to sue SPH? Gwark gwark! Now he's getting his and NKF's ass grilled. Gwark Gwak! *snort* ". (Defination: Gwark - Sound produced by laughter of a person with IQ of 30 and lower.)
Try shutting the fuck up when you see "Child Rapist" next to your name on the headlines of Straits Times one morning.
Exaggerated analogy. But I guess you got my point.
For the record, I'm not a Durai supporter. I am not exactly Mr. Happy-NKF-Donor myself, knowing that the ten odd dollars I donated were part of a sizable amount of money paid for the benz's genuine leather seat Durai butt is resting on.
However after stepping out of my mind-clouding ire, I began question.
What is wrong with having 600k a year? What is wrong with flying first class? What is with having a huge reserve?
Were there specific guidelines as to how much a CEO of a non-profit charity organisation should be paid? Enlighten me please. What will you say when you're offer his pay for his job? By all means, lie to me and say no.
As for flying first class, he is after all the CEO of NKF. Is it too much to ask for him to fly first class while on buisness, when even people like Bush has his own wings.
Singapore has a huge reserve too. Does it mean we can drop income tax, gst and skip the dreaded fare hike next year?
Wake up and smell my hot fart! Having a huge reserve is being prepared for the worst. Try saving up for your wedding the night before and tell me saving is not important.
Digressing, yep it's official. The day of your wedding is the worst day of your life. It marks the begining of insufferable pain and torture. LMAO!
Nonetheless I still find installing extravagant taps and shower heads and having a fleet of luxurious cars a serious waste of donors' money. Unless, of course, if there's some therapeutic effects which I seriously doubt of.
And NKF, for the love of god, put in more effort the next time you're trying to pull one over us yah? Stupidity and ignorance didn't attribute to Singapore's success and prosperity you know?
In my opinion, not all that had been reported was of Durai's doing, however it does not render him faultless. Try to understand it's a failure of a system, not one of a man.
One can only assumed he is but a target for venting pent up fustration for indignities suffered. Grow up and stop being unreasonable.
If our SPH and fellow Singaporeans are so righteous, why don't they go after bigger fish and leave poor ikan bilis Durai alone?
After all this mambo-jambo, they sure had Durai fired, but at the expense of losing thousands, perhaps millions of dialysis sessions worth of donations in the future to come. Is it worth it? You tell me.
There, it's finished. It's hell of a 2 cents worth, don't you think?
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 2:02:00 PM
Friday, July 15, 2005
The Adventures of the Four Musketeer - Part 2The photo-licious journey of our four heros continues!
A well know fact, we need more energy for having idling fun than participating in a tri-marathon, thus we had to have more food! Well that's another way of putting *We're plain gluttons*. Lol! After that appetizer we just had, we were hungry for more!
So we head down to Suntec and have our meal! Again! This time round, Pizza Hut had the pleasure of relieving us of our pitiful amount of cash.
Sure you think it's alot.
But wait there's more!
Alex was laughing so much that he puked.
Pretty nasty mess I might add.
A close up on the puke.
Alex: What the hell! It's my puke anyway. So Alex ate his puke and gave a thumbs-up.
Zhi Chen: Oei Alex don't selfish leh. I also wanna try!
Choon Hong: Wah lau you guys are so disgusting. Puke must mix with rice then nice mar!
Hold back your digested meal! The story about the puke was entirely made up by me. IT WAS CHEESE! AND I HATE CHEESE. 'Sides you got to agree that you were pretty convinced it was puke. Hell we thought that too when we were served. Lol!
Utilizing our creativity...
Sparring no resources...
The epitome of boredom! A happy face made with lefovers!
With little space in our stomach and even lesser dough in our pockets, we decided that we had eaten enough. So we decided to walk over to Esplanade like we always do.
Along our way, there were just too much opportunities for me to pass. So I succumb to my photographic desires and coerce my ever so innocent friends *cough* into taking pictures with/for me. ^^
This is the first group photo we ever took!
OMG! DON'T KNOCK ME DOWN!
Did You Know?
An average of 32 pairs of eyes were looking at us while the above picture was taken.
Enough with my humiliation. Well, back to the story!
It didn't take us long however, to reach Esplanade. The weird stares we get from people passing by while we were taking pictures were more then enough to spur us on.
Despite having alot of routes to Esplanade cordon off, couples were still found making out in dark corners on the roof top. For the love of god, G-E-T A R-O-O-M!!! SHAME ON YOU! *Sheesh*
Regardless, the scenery there was simply great! You guessed it. Another photo taking session!
Ain't the view magnificent?
Cool picture of Singapore's skyline!
Wicked effect. Didn't know how it came about though.
Exhausting our ideas on all possible whacky shots, we went on along our usual route to search for more inspirations for photos!
First stop, the Merlion! Scenic lover's spot, souvenir stores, alcohol drinking, puking and lame-ass photo taking!
And a round of applause for Singapore's new mascot, Zhi Chen the new Merlion!
Me and Zhi Chen praying to Singapore's native god, the Squirting Ugly Fishy Thingie! Bless us Singaporeans with a drop in income tax and GST!
P.S: We actually did that once before while we were back in secondary school. That time round, a passing tourist really thought it was some native god. Lol!
And for the most humiliating thing ever taken place on the face of the planet. While the picture was taken, at least 5 other cameras' flash were going off. -_-"
The things I do for my blogs. *Sigh*
Fatigue was seeping in, so we made haste and stride along Singapore River to finish what was left of the digi cam's battery.
Zhi Chen finally snapped. Zhi Chen: I cannot take anymore of this photo taking shit anymore! DIE!
Time to feed the fish!
In the face of rising fuel cost and a stagnant economy, the best Bat vehicle yet, the Bat-Tricycle! Now Batman can fight crime and part-time at the same time!
Raffles the HMV salesman. Oh and yah Choon Hong the fag. LOL!
One of the earliest evidence of barter trade. 1 bag of rice for 3 HMV DVDS.
Jerk-zilla is terrorizing the city. Someone call the Powerpuff Girls!
I must applaude you for reading this post so far. It's nice to know that people who are as bored as you still exist. Makes me feel I have a life. LMAO!
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 5:22:00 PM