I cant get enough of internet news on Digg.com. I especially like the comments. You could get the patriotic American, the atheist, the this the that the asshole 34 year old you actually thought was 13..... everything.
I like Bush and all..... ONLY if he was an entertainer.
But he's a frigging prezident!
This year, Bush has already: -Flip flopped between Iraq war being good and Iraq war being bad. -Used Saddam's death sentence as a tool to push his votings up (you lost, bugger.... :) ) -Fueled the 911 conspiracies and finally admitted that there WERE bombs in WTC towers. -Initiated half the world into war, reaching the Mid East and Northern Asia. -Been an anal religious fanatic turd.
oh.. and claiming space itself is US territory. (Defence and security used as justification).
Dont get me started on the whole UFO thing too.
Apparently Bush's Administration has claimed Noah's Flood as what shaped the Grand Canyon.
His next step?
HALTING all researches conducted by scientists in the area and having them "suspend their scientific beliefs" in order to have Bush's new one put in.
Could you say,"piss off"?
Being a religious fanatic is one thing.... but pushing it so hard to use it as a political tool and downright blinding oneself from other rationale is just so wrong and..... childish.
I've learned something over the years... and that is... censorship.
A quote from a comment made on the article: "it's sad that shit like this never makes a splash (pun intended) in the major media outlets. THIS IS REAL NEWS. instead, we hear about trailer trash brittney spears on a daily basis." -cybortrip What we get in the news and newspapers really depends on what the big people up there want us to believe. It's like for example if they want us to believe we are doing well as a country in times of crisis then news reports on how much we've grown over the years.... what we've contributed.... some Creative guy.... and all that stuff.... like they wanna take us on a candy-flossed guilt trip on something and say, "YESSS!! WE ARE DOING FINE! NOW BACK TO WORK..."
I was at Far Coast a few days ago... watching Javis working... doing his stuff.... and i happen to pick up a British newspaper after reading the Straits Times.
I'm telling you.... as much as i hate the British and their accents....
... their newspapers were ALIVE and VIBRANT, cliche Singaporean style totally absent from it. And whats more.. they report REAL news... instead of some heavily photo-shopped picture with all the funky swirly designs covering half a section and the title goes sth like, "Trend?".
I want real news. I want good news. and I want Bush on the next comedy drama.
Then again..... reading all these other news doesn't leave you with a good taste in the mouth after a while.
Ive been gone for about two months yeah but more on that next time. I tell you, things have been really fine.
Quite a few changes really before i started blogging again.
I had to make a few changes with Blogger and updating and formatting and such.
Congratulations on Blogger for losing its "beta" status. :) But Christ... did someone get paid to write this:
The new version of Blogger in beta is dead! Long live the new version of Blogger! (P.S. The old version of Blogger is not dead, but it would like to retire for a little while... maybe go to Hawaii or play World of Warcraft all day? It begs you to let it play World of Warcraft all day.)
Woo-pee-doo!
Moving on... Has your internet connection been eff-ed to the A lately? MSN screwing up MORE than usual? Some internet pages take ages to load?
Well if you don't have broadband then my god the pain you're bringing your family to.... and if you do have broadband then brace yourself for at least another THREE WEEKS of this rubbish as the good underwater people in Taiwan go fix up the submarine cables the big bad earthquake broke a few days ago.
I went over to Digg.com this afternoon (it's still raining like fuck. Global warming, anyone?) and they had a submission on the slow internets.(i say internetS because George Bush is an idiot.)
I read around on the comments section too. Apparently the dudes from America have some funky stereotypes on Asians:
"In other other news, players playing Maple Story dropped to an all time low, falling 10000%" - soccerboi00 "Wow, I did notice a dramatic decline in my spam, at least 50%. In the last 3 hours I got only 4 spams.." - radu79
Funny, i used to think spam came from Russia and stuff.
Oh did you hear about the RIAA's 1.65 Trillion lawsuit against AllOfMP3.com?
AOMP3's based in Russia and 1.65 Trillion is pretty much the value of the entire country.... or 3/4 of the world, in fact. Douchebags.
Technically RIAA cant touch AllOfMP3 cos the site's based in Russia. Owned.
MeinBereich went offline for about 20 hours a few days ago.
Less news about me.
Its not you, it's me. (It's you.)
I figured that i needed some control online so what better way than to cut cut cut cut and cut some more?
Of course, with the sudden disappearance of this blog everyone who knows will know that it's the end.
But just like any other human being I'll appear somewhere somehow doing something the guys dont expect.
I think that if it comes to the point whereby you have to ask around or read a blog to find out how your supposedly close friend is doing then I think... your social mindset is as right as a bent dick. The phone is there - why are you even hesitating to ask him directly?
Whether it's writing stories, online chatting, playing games or just plain living, if you're not moving forward, you're wasting your time.
Exactly why i hate people who just dont get how to move forward in conversations.
Friend: "Then in my village i can see ducks walking in one line... haha.. from big to small.."
Idiot: "Really?.. ducks?"
Friend: "Ya... they line up form big to small walking beside me."
Idiot: "hahaha so cute... "
Pause...
Idiot: "Really ar? ducks..."
Friend: "Ya la..."
Idiot: "hahaa.. so cute.. serious?"
My friend was relating stories of his little village in India and i found it very interesting what with the ducks and farm animals and palm-oil generators but the idiot robbed it of its value and spoiled the experience for all of us.
It's obvious the idiot doesnt have anything to say or add to it but he's just molesting the topic; as if the attention and energy audiences are giving to the story would be diverted to him and, ultimately, his ego somehow.
Ive been following up on American politics and the war in the Middle East for about a few months now.
Bush has effectively started a major war on the west side of the globe and though I'm angry at that silly man and the little gay English people I wasnt feeling in danger or anything.
Just hoping for Nov 7th... tha'ts if the polling booths are working...
But one day in the middle of the night in Singapore Mr. Bush just had to go over to Pakistan, look at President Pervert... err.. i mean Pervez... and say,"j00 n00bshit! j00 are hiding Ostama!"
and then all the yada yada yada comes about in true Bush Administration fashion and congratulations... the war is coming to asia.
Then suddenly... in the dark corners of the room.. a short man with a cauliflower on his head comes out and goes, "Waaaaaaa..."
Really? Personally yeah okay why not let us asians band together and rid Mr.Bush and the gay English people it's about time anyways but Kim jong Il???
i dont know what his problem is - probably not getting some - but he's like that fat chinese kid in the playground with little slits for eyes goig about with his breasts and ice cream all over the face. He comes in, sees other kids with their friends, forces himself inbetween them and think that's the way to make friends....
... like how some people still do now... even though they're 18... in JC.. and with a girlfriend... ya noe what i mean?
Kim Jong Il in his cutest.
err... so does anyone know how N. Korea attained its uranium? Hint: The same way Saddam got it.
It’s easy to understand when you realize I’m a self-centered stubborn douchebag. My prejudice attitude runs deep in my veins. All thanks to my encounters with evil, manipulative self absorbed people.
The way I work is like this:
“It’s either you’re with us.. or you’re with the terrorists.”
Cheesy yeah well done Mr. Bush but in other words – there IS no grey area.
But I believe my pride isn’t blind.
And its all for good….
… for you.
Within the past 6 years my temper has been cut from “god-like” to “barking-mad-pug-faced-dog.”
Not everyone can listen to my yada yada.
I can be cheeky.. fun… funny… whatever you wanna call it. But every single time I start to put my feet on the floor I see people starting to run.
Are you scared?
Do I make you uncomfortable?
Did I shock you with the things I said?
Then why do you stare at me with that face? Why do you give me that uncomfortable look? Why are you lost for words?
Quite recently a few questions have been raised on the probability of me having a…. say… “split personality.”
For the record… it’s not “split personality”. Take this instead – you call your friend a fuckhead in his face. Now try the same attitude with Mr.Nathan. I’ll see you Jerusalem if you succeed.
I’m tired of all these. I’m tired of a lot of things.
We’re not complex. Its just that some try to be simpler.
We’re simple… but trying to make the simple simpler will only un-simplify the simple.
Get what I mean?
I just killed a friend recently. And the dead don’t come back to life.
But somewhere deep behind my head… or maybe it was my ass…
… I just hope someone could realize why there’s the occasional muscle spasm, raging temper, forceful blows, brutal humiliation and vulgar language… as of late. I noticed my eyes have turned more yellow/reddy with all those little red lines apppearing.
My friends are… let me put it bluntly… soft. It’s not all of them, no. People like Aik are strong people.
The others?.... I could bring a willing person from school to break their necks and they’d gladly lie down for him to do it.
I was playing pool at AMK with the other three guys (surprise!) when my phone rang.
Tharik, who’s ever undermining the very radius of my social circle, whispered loudly to Henry going, “THAT must be Sly calling….” And he giggles like the little butch he is. background: Tna hates me going out with people he doesnt know.
I talked on the phone… said “yeah”, “uhhuh”, “maybe” and “lei mak tong guo lei chiam seh….” And put down the phone.
“Eh this Saturday I going Sly’s house.”
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Last Saturday was uncle larry’s bday and what other good way for fangirls to use that reason to go to Sly’s house and see him in all his skeleton-skinny glory!
Tsk tsk tsk…. Somebody needs to build muscle….
His house is located *somewhere* in Jurong and I see that the haze is as bad as it is in the west to the north.
Trivia: Indonesia is twice as big as M’sia and Singapore combined and the government control is twice as dumb.
I’ve always found myself as being “the only malay” during gatherings and parties. Not that I really bother… since that line is always complimented with a, “but you dun look malay leh ur eyes/nose/mouth/skin/voice/actions/clothing….”
Just yesterday at the Hari Raya bazaar below GV the Chinese lady behind the counter asked me what race I belonged to. I made a slip of the tongue and went, “Chinese” and she totally ate it up.
The next time someone asks me I’m gonna say, “Human” because to be honest…. ethnicity isn’t race.
So yada yada yada…. Ting was always there to make me horny.
Let's blind the turtle with our camera flashes!
This is Ting… and yes… whats up with the pink headband you big girl? You were all black-n-hot and suddenly that thing pops out of nowhere….
Anyways, this heap of a buffalo was playing with Sly’s terrapins and I was looking elsewhere when the bloody turtle flew and went “SPLAT” right infront of my leg. I turned to her and she was doing the “OOOOSHHHITTT” look.
Note to Sly: She threw your turtle!
Im not gonna give a bloated review about his room so there. Here’s some fun stuff I saw.
I don’t how many… but omg there were guitars lying all over the place! Behind his bed, on the floor, stacked on the rack, the one with the spiral design that keeps appearing in magazines….
HUGE amplifiers one side, him playing on the other, his friend doing some weird stuff on it….
Posters everywhere~~~~~ couldn’t miss that.
AwARDS! From the Presidnets star charity to the platinum award thing for successfully selling thirty thousand copies of his album and etc…
Hallo Mr. Nathan!
Ting’s favourite thing…. A lamp reading SEX IN PROGRESS. She’s so proud of it cause she bought it.
So now we know… ahem ahem….
Oh and yeah… Stacie…
she.. has… long… legs….
Great fun for the day. Caught up with all the aunties and uncles that I missed. Got acquainted with Sly’s mom. Saw the dog. Saw the two PS2s. But mostly talking to people while Sly was in his room playing on his piano for the girls.
Sly did a little performance on the piano; an instrument he just start learning. Taufik got owned halfway through this clip.
Ting and Sly then left for Dragonfly (Official Opening’s this Friday, okay?) after that and so I took a cab back to Yishun, taxi driver and I scolding the culprits of the haze…
The happy family + the boyfriend.
I was so full of zest. I met Tharik… bombarded him with so many names of people he doesn’t know and showed my pictures and yada yada yada-ed all night long at BK. Who has the small social circle now? It’s not only medium-sized… it’s DEEP!
Throughout the night I kept poking at Aik (he doesn’t fancy Sly… probably because we keep poking fun at him looking like Sly… the fact that they are both BoA fans doesnt help either.) giving messages like…
I dont now whether its the weather, the sun, that new Durex Play that i bought or these Russian drugs ive been sniffing...
but i've been thinking a lot.
I'm kinda getting sick of it all. Sick of a lot of things.
I dont feel like hanging out. I dont feel like grooming myself. I dont feel like i need a girlfriend anymore. I dont feel the need to spend my money. I dont feel like talking to my friends...
i dont know which screw of mine went lose... but i've been thinking of quitting school as well.
Maybe go straight to NS, get it over and done with then leave Singapore.
Huh, what, leave Singapore?
I mean.. yeah... i think i need to leave this country.
Call me disloyal.. call me an idiot... call me Ostama bish Laben... i've no energy left to retaliate.
Come to think of it i havent been staying in Singapore for half my life. It's only been six years....
Having been working, out in the public, meeting the layman of the country... i've just gotten so tired and sick of everything. The dialogue. The tone. The speech. The action. The mindset. Particularly the mindset.
I'm alreayd halfway through FSV... a year and a half more and i'm out. Quitting now and ive been wasting my money. Staying through it may not be so productive either.
But i feel like my passion is dying. I couldnt care less about the art scene or the cinema of contemporary times. It all (media and the arts) just seems so superficial.
Having had a quick dip into the art scene of Singapore i've met countless numbers of air-headed baby boys who call themselves "artists" who fill up all the empty spaces of their head with quotes from some great man like, "A line is everything in the world....". Oooo... now lets see you show us you understood that.
Even within my close social circle i'm beginning to find myself conciously slicing away, trimming bits and pieces of relationships. I dont know why. It's like for some reason it seems the right thing to do.
My phone is off. My msn is dead. My email just gave birth last week and it sure isnt to a pretty baby girl. I'm not even sure if it is a girl....
I gotta sit down further and see if i should sign that course withdrawal form.
I've had the opportunity, thanks to Ting, to be part of Dragonfly's soft launch yesterday night. I hooked up with some of the Sly fans along with uncle Larry and Sly’s sister as well.
Obviously photos come wherever i go. What else is new?
Dragonfly's Sly's new workplace, so to say, for the next six month where he'll be performing every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night.
Sly kicked off his first set of performance with Suo yi, An jing and ... another song.
He's screaming,"WHO WANTS MY BILLABONG SWEATER?!". Err can i raise my hand? Situated right before the start of the Sentosa bridge former St. James powerstation will definitely call in a huge crowd. Just last night with only 2 rooms open and with limited access, the entire carpark was full and the so were the rooms.
Those who hear shall believe; his vocal's have taken a great leap forward.
Err…. Btw anyone noe who’s that guitarist behind him? Looks like one of Sheryl’s My-Most-Likely-Boyfriends or something.
Second part of the performance had him singing a duet with another mando pop (did i mention Dragonfly is targeting the chinese market?) lady singer who, as Ting says,"Has a beautifully powerful voice."
"This is how i work out.... I dont think it's working..."
pretty much explains the outfit. 0.0 awesome song, btw.
Sly’s performance is just part of a whole big troupe or veteran mando-pop performers. As they came up one by one Ting came along beside me with her little tube top and her fair smooth skin and shiny long black hair every now and then and told me who is this this this.
Out of 100 words she said to me, I could only hear 11; the 6-foot bass speakers were right above me. :(
i came home deaf.
A troop of belly dancers… and they sing Chinese!
Beware though…if blubbering fat dancers is not your idea of eroticism, refrain from watching! Singer was hot though….
Mr. Andy Lau? An awesome performer, right on Singapore soil!
Another performer whom I don’t know… but her voice is one hell of a…… sibeh tok kong!
At the same time I saw a few of those Superstar/Star Idol participants going around with their dyed hair and stuff.
Then i thought i saw JJ Lin....
.... turned out it was the projector playing his music videos....
Sitting through the performances I suddenly realized the guys who were seated right beside me were part of the troupe… well they did come on stage and play the instruments…
When Hype records terminated their deal with Sly… some thought that’s the end. Some thought, “Oooo Singapore idol… that’s just the way it is!” But you and I know that Sly, along with all the other contestants… have moved on from Singapore idol and are doing what they are doing as professionals…
Montage of last night's performances. Just listen to the lady sing!
And I honestly do believe that Sly has found his place right here in Dragonfly. I mean yeah… Xiang long… Dragon… Fly…. Sly… Not bad what…
I liked the atmosphere of Dragonfly. It's cool, dark and entertaining. The crowd was definitely mature and i heard it's gonna be a bit bigger than MOS, with 9 rooms instead of 6. I think this club would shoot far, IMO, what with Sentosa nearby and all.
My regards to Sly and well-wishes into his new venture.
Bullets whizzing past, people yelling, pants getting muddy and sweat floods your balls. The siren blows and everyone on the field stand back and reflect on what they’ve did, smiling at what they’ve done, rejoicing, forging stronger bonds between friends and acquaintances and at the same time having done just a terrific work out.
It’s not so accurate, but paintball mags and ads promise something along these lines.
I’ve had quite the luck to have the paintball idea resurrected with the help of Jason and what a great time to play paintball, a new experience for us, than on Tharik’s and Aik’s birthday?
Cool masks, cool vests, cool gun but ultra-Kiddy-Palace-bubble-gum-loader.
Guo Xiong’s gang was present along with Don and Clara plus Jason’s brother, Ronald (finally... i get to see his brother). So that makes us 13 ppl, playing at Yishun’s Orchid Country Club.
i wont say anything much…..
omg! REAL brothers!
… but one thing’s for sure; paintball will be a monthly event for us now.
For about SGD$70 per person for about 2 hours, why not?
Just work for two days at least and you’d get the money to play paintball.
If you’re a girl, play paintball. If you’re gay, play paintball. If you’re gay and still hiding, play paintball. If you’re a religious zealot with three horns with grey hair and still a virgin, hey, why not? Play paintball.
GX under fire.
Umm.... but mummy... wont getting shot hurt?
OF COURSE! Just imagine a ball, 3cm in diameter, smacking right onto ur skin at 50 km/h, tearing off the first layer like a cannon ball on a plate of sea shells.
Nicholas relates to us his story of being tortured with ciggarettes after being held hostage by gay clowns.
But what is a simple bruise compared to the benefits of finally raining a volley of fire at Henry, hitting him hard countless times and feeling so good about it as you watch him run back in fear?
Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!
Shah got a new job.....
So, Audi, Mr. I’m-so-pro-at-FEAR, what’s your injury story?
You know those kinds of soldiers who come out of the battlefield without a scratch? I thought I was one of them. The first round had me standing clean and bright from the others who had been stained with paintballs and dirt.
GX is an alien! I knew it!
So I thought I was lucky.
I went back into the field. The siren rang. I ran… and ran.. and ran… I hid behind a couple of barrels. I shot one guy. Down. I turned over to the other side. Down. I peeked through the openings, the guy was suppressed.
Then POW!
I felt one hit my right forearms. My first injury of the day.
omg it's looking at me!
That couldn’t compare to other people’s injuries; Henry got one on his ass, arms, legs and the most painful he said was the one that hit him straight on top of his head. Just now I talked to him and his skull has reduced to half of its original thickness. He fished out who the hell shot him… and lo and behold – it was Clara.
Supreme being: Thou shall eat this fruit and thou shalt like it! Clara: Orh orh.. ok..
GX had countless on his legs. His knew was shot and it was bleeding. Don had a few bleeding ones. Zhen Ling, standing at seven foot high got a fat one on his inner thigh.
Seven-foot tall Zhen Ling regrets undergoing knee surgery ten years ago to increase his height.
And the most battered of all…. Is Nicholas (I just found out you were Niko. Damn, I need to know my readers…). I think he got three on his neck (OUCH), a few on his legs (WHOOHOO) and countless more on his arms (So... this means no nighttime quickie?)
I would hate getting that.
Clara and I seem to be the only chickens who never got shot. (actually *some ppl* were urging me to do a friendly fire at her…. But where the hell do I shoot? Her butt?)
So I thought I was lucky.
The siren rang again. I trudged out into the field. No one has appeared yet. I kept low. Clara ran across my path, I almost tripped. I swerved to the right, side-stepping to the wooden pallets on my 2 o’clock…..
And then….. wwhhiizzz…… SPLAT!
If you're drooling while looking at this shot, congratulations; you're a straight guy.
I stumbled. I fell. I said “shit”. I backtracked my way to the left of my field, trying hard to hold on to something, making my way back to the medic hut.
I felt someone run past me.
“Hey! Bring me to the medic hut!”
“it’s there! It’s there!” I tripped. I fell. I stumbled. The guy next to me was shooting.
“Where’s the cloth?!” I yelled.
“Cloth? What cloth?”
“Cloth!!!!”
“Why do u need that for?!”
“I’ve been shot in the head and I cant see!”
Whosoever was the one who had that once-in-a-lifetime chance of flying a paintball straight into the goggles of mine, who was stooping, sprinting sideways and a foot from undeniable cover in addition to the fact that I was at the back end of the field, I SALUTE YOU for who you are and what you’ve done!
Jason is kind and nice. Jason is kind and nice. Jason is kind and nice....
Sometimes luck just balances out everything. I wonder if I had turned me head elsewhere just a split second more, would my injury then balance up to the injuries of others?
Then i guess that leaves Clara to be the "clean" one. We'll get her next tme, boys... we'll get her next time...
My hand was smeared with blood. The blood of my friend.
The blood that filled his mouth as his wails echoed and amplified under my void deck.
The three policemen saw me from far as I brisk-walked with clenched fists, Tharik trailing off behind, unable to match my speed.
I didn’t even had the time to look at them. I saw my friend on the floor.
Bleeding. Wet from the rain. Wailing.
I dropped my phone and book onto the floor and everyone watched as I held my friend close to me. He knew I was there - he buried his head in my elbow.
He knew it. They saw it. None of them ever expected anyone could be so in love with their friend. I held him close. I whispered to him. I went down on the floor for him.
Even though “it’s just a cat”.
We got it to the vet in that cold twilight. I kept my hand on its back, my thumb rubbing the rims of his ears. Then he changed position, trying to lay on his back, just as he would do when I’m showing my love to him.
But then he wailed again. His legs twisted in odd positions. His hands were in a mess as well. I knew this was bad. I didn’t need three policemen to tell me that.
The vet got him on the table. Blood was smeared on my hands. Tharik and Henry stood in the back being rude by poking fun at things.
I was angry. I was grieving. I was sad. This could not be happening.
But he knew i was there - he buried his head in my elbow again, trying to endure the pain... lots of it.
The doctor ran me a list of things. They were not pleasant: Three legs severely fractured. A torn lip. Entire upper set of teeth broken off. Ruptured bladder, blood was oozing out of his penis. Possible internal bleeding.
I saw them injecting liquids into my mangled friend. His smell was all over me. I remember back under my block someone had supposedly left some rice for him to eat. But shouldn’t rice be white? The rice was yellow-red.
We left him at the vet for them to check. They said they’d put him under watch for a couple of days… and IF his metabolism was fine… only THEN would they do a surgery on his legs… since a cast would only be useless.
I was asked what I wanted; sent to hospital or leave it to the vet.
“Surgery would, of course, cost quite a lot.”
I was stern – I want my friend to be sent to the best hospital we can get. No matter the cost.
"Hospital, right away!"
I was angry. I was grieving. I was pissed mad. I felt like I had to blame someone. I felt like I had to wage war on someone. I felt like I had to do something in revenge.
But, no. It’s nothing. I can’t do anything. I can’t find anything. I’m helpless. My friend is lying in the cage, wailing as he accidentally sits on his right hind leg – the most damaged of all. I remember it twisting into odd positions as they carried him. It was time to leave. I went up to the cage, rested my forehead on the columns as I waited to say my goodbyes…. But it was useless; his head was turned away. The painkiller has got to him.
I spent the night having dinner with Tharik and Henry. I expected some sort of support. But they were too engrossed in soccer. Too engrossed in empty-talks. Too engrossed with anything that concerns them.
I walked Henry home. Maybe something can be salvaged.
But it seems like soccer was the big thing. A weak, mourning friend walking with heavy steps was trivial compared to a sport happening halfway round the world, it seems.
Four hours have passed. I haven’t bathed. I haven’t changed. I’m still in my John Little uniform. The smell of my cat – it’s blood, saliva and dirt – is still strong. I’m trying to sleep. But I can’t. Wasn’t he supposed to be beside me under the sheets, under my arms?
A big part of me says “this is the end.” And I truly believe it so. But still... a little shining star beckons me to think there might still be a chance….
This is what I smsed Henry after I got home, lying on my bed:
“… (in reply to him saying everything will be fine).. entire upper teeth broken off, ruptured bladder, doctor saying he cant do anything except wait and only IF he’s fine inside only then can they do the legs. How can anyone say that is fine? He will never be the same again. I’m not upset. I’m near-mourning! I don’t have anything else for emotional support. I’m losing it. I’m losing it, Henry.”
A blog that is full of fabricated half-truths that seek the “oohs” and “aahhs” of audiences. A novelty. A stunt. An outright bastardization of reader’s trust.
But who said entertainment has to be “real”?
At the same time, the blog documents his school work.
This is Audi.
He does well in school, right?
He makes good lighting, right?
He writes Grade A storytelling scripts, right?
He feels a substantial amount of support from peers in school, right?
Heck… he cant possibly be a loser in CG animation seeing how he likes to draw, design, spend 72 hours on the comp crafting make-belief digital lines and curves all for the sake of creating something out of nothing and then be graded on it, right?
This is Audi….
And he bloats his experiences as he writes them.
I think I’m good at lying to myself; So good i believe i am good when i am clearly not good.
What happens when you suddenly got rich, liked sweating, get erections when you see couples but still a slim young shaven 65kg 170cm tall guy with nice mocha-coloured skin?
5 years ago around 930 I was at my rented Bedok Reservoir house watching some channel 5 show when these big fonts ran across the screen many times.
It went something like, “WORLD TRADE CENTER HIT BY PLANE.”
My first reaction was the Singapore Expo got attacked.
But attack Expo for what?
Its only when I started flipping channels that I saw on CNA that the WTC was being bastardized and I saw people flying, as opposed to falling, off the building.
Then the collapse came…..
And I realized….. damn.. that looked like the time they blew up kuching library.
I remember that for the next three weeks I was jotting down the current events as I saw it at that tender age of 13 which probably sparked my diary habits. I believed at that time that one day I will look back (or someone will look back) and they’d have a feel of what people felt on the day of the Sept 11 attacks.
The booklet of yellow old pages is lost now. I cant seem to find it.
If you’re asking me if I believed in all the controversies of the 9/11 attacks then I’d have to say, “Some of it.”
Like say… I’ve seen buildings collapse on its side, crumble to the floor and all that thanks to Discovery channel and real-life events and I really… really have to admit that the WTC fell like the Kuching Library when they rigged it with explosives and blew it down, saving the Holiday Inn Kuching carpark from destruction.
I wont go further into the controversies since papers on it can be easily found online… but I just wanna say…..
… “Bush… you suck.”
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Of course.. after all these… there are plentiful groups of mothers/children/bimboes/gayfags/JCkids/universitynerds that shout and shout and protests and say they want peace on earth…. Like Hippies if you ask me.
What they do here is that mothers come and beg and cry and give that irritating glare that war should be stopped and peace should reign on earth.
Then there are those who look at tanks and weaponry and roll their eyes and walk away.
I wish they die and go to hell.
If anyone has ever had any genuine interest in war history they would’ve noticed from very early on that THERE HAS NEVER BEEN PEACE ON EARTH.
If you wanna argue that after WW2 there were no wars then I must say you probably came from a baseless family devoid of culture and ethics and probably don’t have anything interesting to amuse me.
Between WW2 and now are the Cold war, vietnam war, Kosovo war, Kuwait war, Lebanese war, Afghanistan war, Iraq war and now the damned Israel-Lebanon war.
Wars are ever-present and cannot be eradicated thanks to the human being’s most basic instinct of survival.
The very nature of survival itself meant killing other things (cows, deers, etc) and then feeding on their benefits (hide, meat, etc)
Some of my friends have said that they found the Israel-Lebanon war to be something new.
But really? Is it a new war?
Correct me if I’m wrong but I remember my friend from primary school who has a grandma from Lebanon and she had to run to Kuching because the damn jews were knocking on her doors. Periodically she had to come to and fro the two countries to fight/save/salvage her family/property.
War, the way I see it, is a necessity.
I’m not fluent in wars before the Industrial Revolution but from what I know, World War One introduced the cavalry replacement; tanks.
But you bimbotic girl idiots may sit there with your lipstick and makeup with stretch-marked legs with your fake boobs and go, “Seh whot?” along with your head bobbing and shaking.
I have the right to fuck you in the neck!
Trench crossing tanks paved the way to transport developments and research in armour and automobile designs.
Now who doesn’t like that? You wont wanan drive in rusty flammable cars do you?
During war, technology advances rapidly. So much so that sloths turn to real, bulky strong men. Which is better – slimy lazy “men” of society or people who actually wor to produce something?
If World War Two never happened I’m afraid we wont have cars like we do now thanks to Hitler and his German associates and their perfect engineering ingenuity with their tanks and cars and behemoth trains. Think about airplanes, radio communication, UFOs, propaganda, films…..
You bimbo shits wont even have your freaking music if it wasn’t for Old Man Hitler!
Then there are of course architecture, production, and at the same time the mindset of the society evolves.
Other names you should think about – Genghis Khan, Napolean, Alexander, Prophet Muhammed, and just to balance things up…. The Crusade.
Now who said war is entirely evil when major religions of peace start wars to spread the religion? It’s just a tool…. i can use a hammer to help build a house or help end a life in cold blood.
War is inevitable… and is necessary in the development of the human society.
Anyone who flatly opposes war or at the same time welcomes war ought to be shot, thrown off the building and trampled on by mobs of angry moms.
Opposing war is ignorance. Welcoming war is stupidity.
When its time to happen, it happens. One thing’s for sure; I’ll volunteer for the infantry frontlines when war reaches our shores (or we go to their shores.)
But that probably wont happen since we’ll all be killed by nuclear warheads.
Audi has been reported missing from the blogosphere and internet.... ..... he's much happier now.... no more irritating MSN nicks... no more half-cooked chat sessions.... no more self-infered rage (aka getting worked up over something you thought it meant something, but the other person meant something else).
Out with Tharik on another one of our near-daily meetings.... we chanced upon a very rare phenomenon right here in the heart of Yishun.
Tharik would call it a "Phare Renomenon" though.. thanks to his native Indian tongue (he's frm India la.)
Check out the video to see what we saw.
God's powers. "It's just the top of the iceberg." - Tharik.
But through it all.... when there was doubt.... I ate it up!
and spit it out...
The blog says it all; i took the blows.
And did it my way.
Regrets? Ive had a few.
But then again....
too few to mention.
I did what i had to do. And saw it through....
...without exemption.
I've shown you my life.... my world... my loves..... my hates... my tears....
We've laughed together behind our different screens. And cried together at one point or another. And made a few friends here and there.
We've had our fill.... ...our share of losing.
But now.... as tears subside...
i find it all so amusing.
To think I've did all that.
... and may I say, not in a shy way...
oh no.... oh no not me... I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
to be continued..... modified from Frank Sinatra's My Way.
Yesterday morning i was at Jurong Point... in the wee wee hours of the morning (9am).
Only the fast foods were open.. the rest were closed.. sleepy.. and only the hardworking auntie uncles of singapore were awake walking around while the rest of the smart JC kids were..... sleeping.
I bet Tianyu feels so hurt now.
Anyways I got a call from this agency called Tekmedia right after my work at Takashimaya....
We had a briefing at JP's Courts....
... once again i'm selling laptops...
..this time... it's Toshiba.
Worse. Laptops. Ever.
1.83 dual core processor.... no dedicated graphics card (only 128mb shared)..... no nice design or whatever....
and the best part is....
only 256mb DDR2 SDRAM.
HOW TO SELL LIKE THAT?!!?! You can barely run Photoshop! "Hallo auntie.... prease buy my laptop..." "Ha??! 1500 for a laptop liddis so lau ya!" "Aiya is ok is ok... laptop may be lau ya... but you can pay with 0% installment! Song bo?!" "waaaaa!!!! 0% installment!!! ok ok i buy i buy... tee hee hee...."
already the graphics is 128mb shared that means effectively you have 128 mb of RAM left for your laptop.
The HP i was selling had 2GB of ram with a GeForce 7000 series card. Even so no one fancied it.
Anyways.... I'll be workign here for the next four days, starting tomorrow. If anyone could get me a Razer Diamondback at the fair, please do. I'll pay back.
Two days ago I hung out with Sarala, Ruth, Hasrul and Tianyu. We had lunch at BK.
Yesterday I hung out with Henry, Aik and Tharik and we went to K-pool for a long round of pool.
I met Donald along the way.
Yesterday I hung out with Hasrul till midnight at the kopitiam drinking teh.
I learnt that by repeating “ingga pu ringgeh” many times will result in the prata uncle stirring the curry giving you a long sharp glare.
Today, I met one of my blog readers, Hyde, in Yishun.
We hung out at 925 kopitiam. I owe him a visit to Tampines.
Then later at night, Tianyu and me charged, side-by-side, into an entire battalion of armoured infantry, destroying tanks and killing infantry, in Operation Flashpoint.
I saw Tianyu getting blown to pieces by a tank shell followed by a hand grenade. . . .. .. Ladies and gentlemen…. I have never felt more secure in my social relationships than I am now.
Once again, Tharik and I playing FEAR. You just have to love the ending.
Just when Tharik thinks he’s owning me…. I shock him by using a little dirty secret….
P.S. If you play either Call of Duty 2, Doom3, FEAR Combat, Operation Flashpoint, Counterstrike: Source and DOTA, download Hamachi and log on to Jia Hui’s network – Name: Audii Password: sucks. (it’s Jia Hui’s. Explains the lame-onity doesn’t it?). Then maybe one day we all can play?
During my stint at Taka’s Best Denki, I made a little walk around the store during one of those boring dull periods where everyone behind the camera counter were taking pictures, those on the laptops were playing laptops, and those selling TVs were watching Monsters Inc.
Then I saw it… . .
…. A wall. . . . Not just any wall…. But a wall of LCD tubes!
A 65 INCH LCD TV!
This thing was HUGE as in awesomely HUGE. I could put Sze Aik behind it and we’ll never hear from him again.
I sat down watching it and they had all these cathedral paintings fading in and out. Just so happens that I took the picture at the “right moment.”
Whenever I think of and uncut dick, I think of Henry. I have no idea why.
But of course, with big screens and big babies and big baby dicks comes big prices.
SGD$33,000 for a TV?! If your family buys this TV, pls call me. I will disown myself and join you. HAHA.
I’ve always been fascinated with technology. Particularly computers.
And all of us nerds know that gamers have the strongest consumer computers around. Any stronger and you’d be rendering King Kong on your machine.
I am an avid gamer and I love playing FPS games. Recently I discovered Hamachi, which is available at hamachi.cc, which allows me to set up a virtual LAN network which then my friends could join with their Hamachi client.
What’s the use?
Well, now it’s like as if we all live under one roof (my one sweet dream…) and just by setting up one LAN server in say… Call of Duty 2, we all could join that game as if it was LAN. And with LAN, genuine product checking and all that is skipped.
In other words… we can crack all our asses off! Cos we don’t play with other ppl around the world anyways. It’s too laggy too. Torrents own!
Anyways I managed to find a little bit of cash on the floors of my room the last few days. (the other time Tharik found 20 dollars. Tanny found a few five and two dollar notes on the floor as well….)
I went down to Funan, looking for microphones to buy for Henry and Aik since now we use Skype to talk to each other. Sure helps lower down my phonebills.
Then I stumbled on this mousepad.
The Barracuda.
Made in Singapore, The Barracuda was “designed for gamers.”
Wtf does a mousepad got to do with anything??!! “Just use the tabletop lorhhzzz~~~~” I can hear your girlfriend saying.
Nowadays where ppl use optical mice, a mousepad is essentiall for us gamers who sometimes need an accuracy of 2 pixels to kill an enemy. At the same time we need our cursors to move fast, swiftly and fluidly, no jerks in between.
The Barracuda promises all the precision and accuracy we gamers want and they achieve this by giving us two different surfaces on the mousepad.
Optical mice reads where you move the thing across the table by reflecting the patterns on the surface it’s on. I had my mouse on a wooden table all this while and when playing DOTA or Call of Duty2, my mouse would sometimes jerk and twitch and my crosshairs skip to the other end of the screen…. Just when I’m about to save Jia Hui from seven Russian soldiers in Operation Flashpoint. Its irritating.
The barracuda has a regular, patterned surface that’s both smooth and nice to touch.
I hadn’t been able to put the Barracuda to the ultimate test…. But a quick round on FEAR Combat, which is free and is available for download here, easily puts me on top of the fragging list. I found the precision to be absolutely life saving.
Second top frag with only 10 deaths.
Turning 180 degrees round at an enemy? No problem! Pivoting around a corner while aiming down your sights? No problem! Owning one headshot and throwing the crosshair to the next head? Also NO PROBLEM!
And to promote it even further…. I was using a lousy 3 year-old Microsoft wireless mouse; three years old wireless technology + hi-speed gaming = disaster.
But the Barracuda pulled me through.
It’s available for SGD$42 at the shop beside Charlene’s workplace; Edpol, at Funan. You cant miss the shop; it’s the only one with a security guard guarding the place.
Another gadget to add on to my collection of technology. (Cameras, Computers, Stereovision glasses, surround sound system, joysticks, graphics cards….)
Three computers. All able to run Doom3 at 60fps.
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Why the hell do I have to so many comps?!?!?!
Well…. One day… muaahhaha!!
Here’s a little fun clip I recorded while playing FEAR Combat with Tharik. I added some nifty little tips for those who are interested.
FEAR Combat is free (dun ask me why) and is available at www.joinfear.com
