lollerskater

THE SUPER BEST FRIENDS CLUB conjured up a crazy ass plan to spend a whole day of non-stop thrills and spills. Of course this translates to a day of hardcore rock solid skating. I met up with SNIPER SHITHOUSE (It's not Sunday yet...) at approximately 1100hrs, with me carrying 2 pairs of skates because he left them at my place. We gobbled down nice Old Chang Keee delicacies while waiting for the number 36 bus at heeren. I'm so super in love with the deep friend carrot cakes they have. I just wish they didn't have that expanding effect they seem to have on my body. But they are just so damn nice, nice and crispy on the outside and smooth and creamy on the inside. FWAH!

Avis finally showed up at 1300hrs. Well I guess you can't blame him for being late, he had to pass the car over to his daddy'o for the day. It was so frickin' hot this afternoon. Well yes not only this afternoon but like every other afternoon. I seriously have no damn idea WTF is wrong with Singapore's weather of late. It's like bloody hot every single day. But Hot is how I like it.

I do however have to apologise for the mundane nature of my ranting. It's attributed to the amount of energy sucked away from me by the heat today. I'm so sunburnt right now, I'm going to turn into a flaky human pastry in the days to come. Hopefully it clears up by Sunday.

Today has been a rather evenful day. I guess some days just ain't your day no matter how much you try and all. And this unfortunately turned out to be the case for SNIPER SHITHOUSE. Firstly it was marked by him losing his pack of cheapo cigarettes. Yes they may be cheap, but their still worth smoking. And then his ever so often bouts of falling down just kept plauging him over and over. To make matters even worse, his attempts to mimick my LOLLERSKATING M4D5K1LLZ resulted in him falling down. Which sadly in turn, caused him to totally wreck the LCD screen on his mobile phone. *Sigh*

Don't worry ok SNIPER SHITHOUSE, I'll buy you a nice drink on Sunday.

Of all the places I love at East Coast, the nicest one of them all has to be the Bedok Jetty. I think I have elaborated on this before, but I shall say it once again nonetheless. When you skate on that thing, it's as if you're skating out to sea. Simply beautiful. It's even nicer at night. The very weird and funny array of people combined with the cool breeze of the sea just makes the experience worth while. I didn't get to see any funny people today such as the SUPER LONG HAIRED MALAY VAMPIRE woman from the other day. Instead we chose to pick the spot to get a nice tan.


I ARE TANNING.

Although Rambo was a little bummed out over his phone, his emotional displays couldn't be captured on film. I do however, have a picture of him looking overly happy.

We'll get that phone fixed soon ok?

Sad thing happened today when Jun decided to launch herself into super sonic speeds and heights over the hump. She bumped into Avis who subsequently slammed straight into the road. My poor brother. But I know you loved every single moment.

Anyways I'm not going to type anymore. I'm going to let the pictures I took today tell you folks all the thousands words they have to say...

These 2 were taken at the end of the SUPER SHACK OUT DAY. For me and Avis, the last time this facial expression was used was during our 32km March in SISPEC.


Yes I'm a Goreng Pisang too.

I got a chance to examine the cut on Avis' hand at the end of the day...

W00000000000000000000000000T!

I also got a chance to meet up with my internet skating buddy. I met Eric through skateline singapore's website regarding some wristguards he was selling. He turned out to be a very nice guy. He's only been skating 4 months and he's already so into the whole slalom thing!

YOU RAWK WOR!

I can't wait to go tear up Orchard one of these nights.

Shacked Out.

Christopher.

p.s. I wish you could have been there today Iris. :P

Those are the lines off the milestone song from the great but dead Jimi Hendrix's Purple Haze. However a lot of people after hearing the song assumed that Hendrix was gay. Why so? Instead of what he intended his lyrics to be, it sounded more like "'Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy". Oh The Horror!

Anyway no one thought I was gay or anything like that today from my lines of conversation. However Iris thought I was seriously bored. Initially we were suppose to meet up in the morning to go check out university courses in mass communication. She's been rather anxious lately after having completed an advance diploma program in mass comm. The next step is often the most complex and life altering one to take. Imagine that...what you're studying right now is probably going to drastically narrow your career possibilities in life!

Whatever happened to the simplicity of life where the only aim was to be morally enlightened?

Well she settled on her course in mind. And we met up in the end with me going all the way to Parsir Ris at this shit house excuse for a shopping mall called "DownTown East". They should seriously consider changing the name to "Shit House Central". This is something I could never ever comprehend- The government's crappy attempts at creating some silly facade of what our country can never achieve.

Resort living?

MORE LIKE FUCKING LAST RESORT LIVING.

Wake up alright, we don't have clear blue waters and powdery white sands. Our concentrations of becoming a world class port of sound economic standard has polluted our waters beyond repair. What was once blue is now a murky muddy shade of green.

Okay enough of my ranting. At least I got a few things done today, I picked up a pair of very nice smelling Sneaker Balls for my very smelly skates. Any longer without those air fresheners and my skates would probably smell like the inside of a belly button belonging to a very obese man. The irony of it all- I couldn't find them in town at all, I finally got them at White Sand for $8.96! But when on my journey back I spotted them in Taka...for $9. BLOODY 4 CENTS CHEAPER.

BEST BUY LAH.

I had some really good deep fried tofu and seaweed fries at some bubble tea place at down town east. They taste somewhat like Taiwan to me, where everything is steaming hot and fully loaded with enough MSG to shed off every single strand to hair on your body. There are a few things I am very unlucky with. One of them is Bubble Tea. For mysterious reason I seem to pick the most exotic but often time very bad tasting flavours. I remember the last time I had a cup...

I ordered something like BLUE CORAL MILK TEA. I came looking like dissolved toilet cleaner after a long satisfying flush. And it tasted like...well let's not go there right now.

The safest bet has got to be chocolate.
The one at down town east tasted like liquified pocky. Not too bad!

I LIKES!

Yeah sure I make it sound terrible.

All you Eastern Folk probably want to stone me to death at Parsir Ris interchange in front of your local MP. But honestly, I had fun. It's a nice environment, reminds me of being in BMT walking around with no hair, rank or fashion sense being dressed in camo fatigues all the time. I played some pool with Iris as well, with her "LAST BALL DOUBLE AH" winning conditions, I secured 2 straight wins for myself. Well of course this was probably due to the fact that she's right handed and has a left master eye.

~*LOLWTFLEFTMASTEREYE!*~

At the end of my whole journey to the Far East, I proceeded down to Suntec City to check out some stuff from Salomon. And hell yeah the new 2005 range is in! I got my FSK Wristguards! Oh so nice. But there's a really shitty condition about the protective gear brought into the store. For my guards, they only came in 2 sizes. SMALL AND XTRA-FOOKIN-LARGE! Small was needless to say way too small. And Xlarge just had too much excess fabric lying around.

Ladies, think wearing granny pants with fitting jeans.
DAMN SHIOK BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD RIGHT?

Those guys at Salomon International probably think Singaporeans only come in 2 sizes. The small circus folk sized midgets and freak show gargantuan sized giants.

Anyways thanks to my Smart Number 4 sewing skills I picked up in army I got a pair of smalls and did some modifications. Can't wait to use them tomorrow!

I met up with Sniper Rambo at night, we met up for coffee and talked the usual cock. I'm seriously thinking of changing his name after hearing all the shit house things he has to say and the super crap picture he took off me today. The conversation was held over XBOX soccer...

Sniper Rambo: "You know they're coming up with a new Xbox?"
Christopher: "Yeah dude, it's gonna be out 2 years time."
Sniper Rambo: "You know what they gonna call it?"
Christopher: "Yes the name has already been settled on...Xbox 2."

*at this point of time I could see it coming, he set up this conversation for what would be something either DAMN FUCKING STUPID, or, DAMN FUCKING CORNY. But I guess in his case those are the 2 same things.*

Sniper Rambo: "NO NO NO THEY GONNA CALL IT Y-BOX!"
*MAD WILD LAUGHTER...of course not from me*

So Sniper Rambo, I'm going to call you SNIPER SHITHOUSE with effect from today! Until you prove yourself from your dangerous duties in the field of combat, you shall be known as such!

YOU CORNY BASTARD YOU.

Ok...got no pictures for damn long right? I know there are a lot of you folks not used to reading so many words. All you come here is for the pictures. Wait don't fret! I took some today.

No pretty girls today, so gentlemen please put your pants back on and keep that hand cream where it belongs.

From my outing with SNIPER SHITHOUSE, I took some pictures in orchard road. And due to my crappy 3 mega pixel 300 dollar Nikon, they are all heavily photoshoped.

I hope you like them.

Them Sculptures At Taka Fountain.

The Electric Box Opposite The Hyatt.

I promise to put more nice pictures soon...

Absence Maketh the Heart Fonder.

Christopher.

I am so totally zonked out right now. I half my day labouring and the other half at play. My afternoon was spent at my dad's warehouse taking stock with him. Taking stock sounds like something really simple. And that's what I thought initially, a really simple task that will at most take an hour to complete. When I got there it was sheer hell.

The beaten and tired state of my body bears true testimony to the experience now.

There were shitloads of cartons. All of which contained goods. We unpacked them one by one, itemising them and then taking out the stock we want. The shitty thing is that the warehouse has no solid system of inventory. We work on the powerful and humble priciple of memory.

We had a logistics officer at one time but due to the recent downsizing of staff, the operation of business is carried out by the 3 of us. My dad the boss, my mom the other boss, which leaves me with the post of...

"SalesXCustomer Service RelationsXDeliveryXLogisticsXMarketingXInternetXManual Labour
Person in charge".

I'm not going to use the term executive because I hardly execute anything.
I merely carry out the orders.

At the end of the whole predicament I was left with black hands from the dirt off the boxes, jelly arms and a sore back. Anyways all is good. I got my much awaited token of appreciation in the form of a nice cash payment from my parents for helping out with the business. I'm just so afraid I'll spend everything at one go.

But I guess I'll restrain myself this time round.

The most confidence boosting thing happened today. From all the rough work at the warehouse I decided to take my shirt off thinking that the only person exposed to my innnate BAK BAK'ness would be my thrash talking father. So while moving the goods from the warehouse down the lift to the transport, I encountered some company. This company came in the form of 3 office type executive girls walking into the lift in my state of shirtless BAK BAK'ness.

FUCKING BEST!

So I came home and met up with Sniper Rambo. He's pretty happy with the really nice pictures he took of the Thirst Semi Finals at Lqiuid Room on saturday last weekend. Anyways we had a brief skate session consisting of the many hills and slopes found along Bukit Timah. I love the rush. I skated all the way from my house to hillcrest, and a brief session at botanics and the crazy death incline hill of SMU.

LOVE IT!

I can't wait for Sunday! 1st May...Steve Lawler, Roger Sanchez, Feng and Dj KoFlow at Zouk. *Nuff Said!*

And the best part of it all. Sniper Rambo and I will be covering the event!
*THANK YOU FRONTAL LABS!*

I'm so fucking sleepy.

I'm so prepared for the aching revenge that my body will exact on me for putting it through all this physical stress tomorrow morning.

Christopher.

I got awoken by the sms ringtone of my handphone triggered off from a message from Marshall Iris. She wanted to meet up for lunch. Bearing in mind the fact that I slept at 7am in the morning on the day itself, I left my house groggy with 2 dollars in my wallet, and 5 dollars in coins! On such a limited budget, we proceeded to LUCKY CHICKEN RICE. With their highly flucuating prices and their lacking skills in counting, I was almost confirmed a cheap and good meal!

The bouts of sleeplessness began to hit me as I walked though Orchard Road on a very hot afternoon. It came to a point whereby which I just wanted to find a quite corner and just fall asleep. My chicken rice didn't taste like anything. I was merely going though the motions of scooping the food up and placing it in my mouth. I so fucking needed to sleep, and so did Iris, she previously stayed up the entire night and went down to Gleneagles to visit her sister who just gave birth to a very beautiful baby girl. *BIG PROPS TO IRIS' BIG SISTA!*

Folks, have you ever gone to a movie and sat next to someone who has previously watched it? And due to his sense of boredom from watching the same movie twice, this persons gives you an ongoing narrative of the script and scene? I have never experienced it before. But there's a first time for everything. I popped in Ocean's Twelve in the player, PIRATED STYLE of course; hoping a good show awaited me. Iris however watched it before...

It went something like this.

Movie Scene...
*Brad Pitt walking towards his car having a telephone conversation with Andy Garcia...*

Marshall Iris...
*The car is going to explode!*

Movie Scene...
*BOOM BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKER EXPLOSION OF THE CENTURY*

It irritated the hell out of me at first. But after a while it amused me more than anything else. I started to pay so much attention to her comments that I found myself totally lost with regards to the movie.

I decided to fall asleep.

Then the both of us decided to fall asleep...until about 9pm.

One of the good things about me having a blog is my ability and unsaid mandate to give my friends funny names. Wan Wan, Marshall Iris, Sniper Rambo...the list goes on. And on it will continue. I've come up with a name for my best buddy Avis. From today, momentarily of course; I have christened him THE MILO STEALER!

So here I am ever so innocently and unsuspectingly drinking my newly bought and very Yummy good for my Tummy iced Milo.


Then in between periodic exchanges in conversation I see my Yummy good for my Tummy Milo get lesser and lesser.

IT MUST BE THE WORK OF...

THE MILO STEALER.

I'm all out of milo now thanks to you. I'm also very tired, it's fucking 550am in the morning and I'm without milo.

THANKS AH THANKS!

Christopher.

After very much reflection of the fact that Mara told me I had a BAK BAK back, I decided to brush off that seemingly harmless comment as plain hogwash. But after my subsequent and highly elusive outing with Wan Wan, she too came to the conclusion that I possess all things BAK BAK.

Following numerous "PRESS TESTS" and a huge period of self denial, I do indeed have a fleshy back.

Not only fleshy but one that truly deserve the title of being BAK BAK.


She even elaborates this by using such a nice facial expression.

I AM BAK BAK.

Christopher.

I'm not even sure where my mind is right now. I woke up with the mother of all hangovers this morning. It's the kind that you awake with your eyes still bloodshot and your breath still wreaking of vodka.

I deserved it I guess.

I deserved every single damn fucking thing.

I dragged my ass out of bed at 8 with my red eyes and pleasent breath. Only to go to church in the same very unholy state to listen to some annual meeting. I felt like a demon amongst every other sober person in the damn place.
Well anyways all said and done it ended very promtly without me falling asleep during the service.

My final got kicked start into high gear when I met Wan Wan. Well, she was late, but it's all good. No worries! I think the craziest thing about today was the sheer amount of travelling involved. We went to Sim Lim, checked out prices, then we went back to her place to go get the money, and then back to Sim Lim! Folks the distance from Sim Lim to Hougang ain't no walk in the park. But it's ok, good company is all I need and Wan Wan did more than to suffice that.

While waiting for her downstairs I sighted a Kodak Moment.

The Birds! Gotta Love Them Birds!

So Wan Wan is one heck of a happy camper right now, she got her Zen Micro at a killer price, and totally raped my computer and my mp3s for all their worth! No need to thank me ok, my pleasure entirely. I'd do it all over again if I could, if only to fend off your the pinching and tickling attacks of Wan Wan.

I went to MOS Burger for dinner. Actually here's something pretty interesting. The MOS in MOS Burger actually stands for MOUNTAIN OCEAN SUN. WTF FOR? I have no friggin idea. I watched as Wan Wan peel away the irritating plastic wrappers from the Zen Micro Box and struggled with the sticky tape that sealed its inner box tight.


Lust Satisfied.

Mr. Micro has a new name too, she called him Bob.

Just like that guy in the sea floating without hands and legs.

Christopher.

I didn't get to go LOLLERSKATING yesterday. On hindsight I should have. It just never really occurred to me to go with Iris alone. I mean we've gone on several times but for some silly reason it never hit me yesterday. I'll make up for it tonight.

Sniper Rambo came over to join me once again, we did the same old happening nonsense, squaring off with one another over games of soccer on my xbox. I have so many damn games I have yet to play. I get them so bloody cheap. 50 ringgit for ten!!! Imagine that! For 50 Singapore Moolahs you won't even be able to buy ONE original game. PIRACY RAWKS!

Sniper Rambo handed me the finalized pictures from the competition on Friday. The pics look pretty damn good. Under the strict tutelage of my rigorous training, his efforts have finally paid off.

The lackadaisical quality of friday night's clubbing I took up Iris' offer to go down to zouk for the 14th Anniversary Party! The coolest thing about all these celebratory events is the free booze. There will usually be an endless stream of free flow before eleven. I arranged to meet her at 1045, unfortunately we only got in at 11, totally missing the free flow.

But it's all good Iris.

There's always the kopi tiam and 5 dollar beers!

And guess who called me as I was about to cross the road! SNIPER RAMBO! You're there my brother. Surprise clubbing kaki is always the best kind of clubbing kaki! So we finally got to the god forsaken kopi tiam and ordered our beers. Drinking slowly and talking nonsense while Sniper Rambo and Marshall Iris do their best Russel Peters impersonations, I sat there stoned for the lack of funny. Not really for the lack of it actually, but it's just so damn silly! Being the sport that I am, I naturally played along.

*BE A MAN DO THE RIGHT THING!*

If you haven't already watched this otherwise ancient clip, you probably wouldn't understand a single shit of what I'm saying. So be cool and get with the program, go fucking watch it, it's already all over the net.

The drinking session of course ended in our SUPER BEST FRIENDS CLUB sacred custom of FIVE-TEN! It was Sniper Rambo's virgin voyage into this very dangerous realm. I came to 2 very important conclusions after observing him. Number one HE CAN'T FUCKING COUNT IN MULTIPLES OF FIVE FOR SHIT. Or, Number Two; HE IS SO DAMN THIRSTY!

Whatever the reason, we all created the familiar ruckus underneath the otherwise peaceful HDB flat.

I was already pretty damn high when I got there, finishing 4 SHOTS OF TEQUILA all to myself in the solitary confines of my room while my shocked sister looked on. After the beers...fucking hell...after the beers I was stoked. After a brief but very depressing sms session the need to destroy myself become ever more so eminent. I found my solace in the form of 2 jugs of Vodka Orange!

The music was really good. But the 3 of us were just too damn high to ascertain its goodness. We headed to the riverside and started talking more depressing nonsense.

I just wished Wan Wan or Avis could come join us.

As for today, I'm awaiting 4 o'clock to go with Wan Wan on our Zen Micro hunt. I'm going to tote my camera along so expect some silly pictures from me later.

SUPER BEST FRIENDS CLUB...LOLLER LOLLER TONIGHT OK?

Christopher.

My night started out pretty early. Sniper Rambo and his excitable KANCHEONG SPIDER tendencies decided, almost always; to start the night early. He came over at around 2130Hrs to play Xbox with me, rudely interupting my otherwise peaceful slumber. But it's all good folks! Good company is something I will always appreciate. But the thing is I slept for a mere 4 hours, I had to get up for work at 8 after coming back from LOLLERSKATING at 4.

So there I was with my eyes wide shut sitting in front of the idiot box while Sniper Rambo entertains me with his adolescent displays.

I finally got down to Sultan with Sniper Rambo at around eleven-ish. I met up briefly with Wan Wan at her elusive workplace. It's funny when you see a really good friend after such a long absence from each other. There's a sense of a comfortable sort of familiarity. I've actually known this girl for a damn bloody long time. It's pretty scary. And it's such a small world! Who would have known someone out of the tight knit circles of the military would actually know the super secret Sniper Rambo!?!? Anyways Wan Wan couldn't make it to liquid with me.

But it's alright there will always be another time....Right Wan Wan? NEXT WEEK AH!
*Remember ZEN ZEN ZEN MICRO MICRO MICRO! ANYHOW ANYHOW WIN WIN WIN!*

Liquid Room has always struck me as a really weird place. I mean the music is so good and all. They're one of the only venues in Singapore to bring in consistently good trance music. But the venue is just way too small. WAY TOO SMALL. And the air conditioning really sucks ass, we found ourselves wiping all the little consistent beads of sweat from our faces the whole night! But I guess it's alright, the music alone does it for me. Another thing, we couldn't bring our bag of Sniper Rambo equipment into the club and had to stow it away in one of the lockers...which fucking hell ate up my 3 one dollar coins.

The competition was amazing! This year's Thirst was pretty different from what I have previously experienced, there's more collarborations this time round. It breaks away from the stigma that dance music is confined to a Dj and his wheels of steel. It was all very inspiring, I'm actually thinking of collarborating with some of my Dj friends and my spider-fingers maximum speed wrist guitar skills.

My all time Favourite People in the whole wide world arrived shortly.

Very Happy And Very Shiny.

They made me smile and jump around over and over again.

All Smiles. Pure Happiness.

To tell you folks the truth, the best part of the night for me was just hanging out with my SUPER BEST FRIEND CLUB. We stayed inside for a bit and as soon as the competition was over, we went to sit on the swing at Sound Bar. The movement of the swing coupled with the backdrop of the dizzying arraying of hanging lights from the tree provided a perfect backdrop for a picturesque momento!

It showed itself in the form of this...


Sometimes I feel quite sorry for Sniper Rambo. His elusiveness can be owed to the fact that he's always behind the scenes performing the covert roles of secrecy unknown to most on the outside. See not Seen, Hear not Heard. SNIPER RAMBO! His mere presence strikes fear in the hearts of his targets. But I've decided to be kind. I took the role of SINPER CHRIS last night and took a pic of this mysterious being.

Be Afraid!

The burns on my back have turned into a really irritating combination of itchiness and biting pain. This could only be relieved by a good dose of potato wedges nicely suggested by the growlings of hunger from Iris. It so bloody damn sinful to eat fried food alone and now its coupled with the fact that we're eating this crap at 2am!

I was momentarily thrown off track. In my state of alcoholizeness (WTF?!?!) I actually mistook the wedges, when they arrived; as DIM SUM! I think this was probably due to 2 factors. I took for granted the familiar unorthodox DIM SUM box they came in. Or my tummy was craving 126 DIM SUM.

I'll be meeting up with my SUPER BEST FRIENDS CLUB later today to go LOLLER LOLLER once again.

BEST AH BEST!

Christopher.

What a better way to pertpetuate a crazy ass day by gradually turning it into a crazy ass night. I got yet another emergency mobilization call from 3SG Avis Wang. He scheduled with me to meet him and MARSHALL IRIS at approximately 2230 Hrs. My friends and I are totally nuts, the plan of course was to go LOLLERSKATE once again, in the middle of the friggin night. Bearing in mind the fact that I had already spent the day wandering around, LOLLERSKATING in the morning/afternoon, and seeing my grandad and that killer KOPI Schnauzer of his. I'm dead tired, worn out and worst of all sunburnt. But never will I forsake my brother! *W00T!*

YOU WILL NEBER WALKS ARONE AH!

So anyways being the punctual person that I am, I got there at 2230Hrs sharp; only to fucking wait till 2330Hrs for these 2 best friend clowns. But it's alrite!

We skated and skated, got bored after a while and tended to seek refuge in the form of the hawker centre. However every damn stall in sight was closed. Yes, even the uncle and auntie at the hawker centre have to head home at 2 in the morning. Fortunately I got us some beverages. Iris always insists on drinking coconuts. But see folks the thing about Iris is that she always leaves out the super fattening coconut flesh. However like all itchy fingered persons, she loves to dig out the flesh just for shits and giggles, following that; she displays it to us, hoping that we would find the same amusement in the disgusting nature of the sight.

I think other than LOLLERSKATING, the other favourite pass time
we share is FIVE-TEN!

We play this silly and otherwise drinking game all the damn time! I even had to once eat cigarette ash because I lost. This time the stake was coconut flesh.

What the fuck right?

I'm almost totally cool about eating that shit straight from the husk, but this time it was found in a pool of whitish, murky mish-mash of coconut fluids. This of course reminded me of my man juice but heck it, I'm a sport. And more than that I love seeing my friends suffer doing this kind of crap!

Here's a couple of FIVE-TEN coconut flesh forfeit mugshots.

Being fed by the delicate and tender hands of Iris, I got the ball rolling.

Then next in line was Avis. *AHHHHHH MAAAAAA!~~~*

Toss that Salad Good Boy!

Truimph came in the form of Iris having to slurp that shit.

AWWW YEAH GIRL DOWN THE HATCH!!!!

Trust me it didn't taste the least bit good. Not one bit. I fucking hated it. I really did. Bloody Fear Factor Among Friends! But the whole ordeal was pretty damn fun, consisting of us laughing like idiots in a deserted hawker centre filled only with "nothing better to do" Ah peks!

Anyways I got home at 4 and woke up bloody 8 to open shop, I haven't slept a wink since and I'm going to have to cover the Dj competition tonight at Liquid Room. How the fuck is it going to happen...I have no frickin idea. Hopefully there will be good music.

Let's have one last look shall we?


Full of Spontaneity.

Christopher.

It seems everything can be a premonition. And this could be linked to the cloud doggie picture I took off the Bed-OK! Jetty at East Coast. It so happens that my cousin bought himself a Schnauzer to keep my AH KONG and him company. He's such a cutie, he's only 3 months old right now, he's yet to learn how to bark. He lets out mere little shrieks right now. I probably heard him let out just one signifying his disgust on not allowing him to go roam around the corridors of my AH KONG's flat.

If you know me well enough, you'd probably realise I have a slight distaste for small dogs. They're miniature and noisey. This can be probably be traced to the fact that they seemingly feel that they have something to prove to justify their minute size.

They, in my opinion, are small and fucking irritating...like a pimple, on the nose.

But this little baby is an exception! He's so friggin cute. My AH KONG, for lack of a better term, has christened him KOPI!

Such a Cutie!

But of course KOPI probably sensed my prejudices that I harboured for his species. He retaliated against me relentlessly. Puppies have a tendency to "teeth", especially in their younger months.

I found this out the hard way.


GOOD DAY!

Christopher.

My day started pretty early.

I got up around 9 in order for me to make it to meet Justin aka. BLAH-DER and my other classmate Jessie. It so turns out that Jessie is probably the only non-irritating person in my class other than Mr. "I sniff my nose so many fucking times during examinations" Steve. I spent the entire day at the beach. I ended up looking like a cooked crustacean after the whole ordeal. Well this could be mainly attributed to the scorching sun that found us during that day. It was really nice, the pathways were scarcely littered with other people seeking leisure, and of course there were the usual bummers found fishing at the jetty.

The Three of Us.

Fortunately for me I chose to wear a singlet, Jessie opted for a bikini, Justin however insisited on wearing an old school soccer jersey that had the SGH logo printed all over it. Which of course explains his funky tanlines that he is currently sporting.

We did the usual silly nonsense talking about endless crap and laughing along to what would otherwise be termed as juvenile ramblings. We got tired after a while and decided to go bake on one of those clusters of rocks found at the shoreline. I never knew that they were called "Break waters" and actually had a purpose of preventing soil erosion! I guess you learn something new everyday.

Me and Justin got kinda bored, which of course; resulted in taking more nonsensical examples of photography...

I am so burnt.

My outing however was cut short, and willingly it was; I promised my sister to go with her to see my grand dad. He's been pretty lonely lately. Since the passing of my grandmother last November, he has been living with my cousin who works; so in the day he pretty much spends it in solitary. I have not been a good grandson by far. Most of the time my intentions of visiting my grand dad have been based on the grounds of procrastination. I always tell himI'll go see him but I don't ever. I told myself I had to do something about it. He's done so much for my family and took care of me good good when I was a kid.

So folks here's me and my totally fabulous AH KONG!


My Beautiful and Totally Cool Sister, Charmaine and AH KONG!


My AH KONG is a really nice guy. It's as if everyone knows him, he spends his days hanging out at the kopi tiam downstairs and interacts with all sorts of people. Literally, we walked for about a kilometer and almost everyone who passed us said hi to him! And being the really cool guy he is, he introduced my sis and I as his grandchildren. It felt so good to hear that, especially coming from such a great guy. He's probably one of the contributing factors that led to my horizontal size as a kid. Forever sneaking ice creams and other forms of goodies to me in between meals. And AH KONG is damn hardcore as well. I bet your grandparents pussy out of uncomfortable situations by sniffing some good old Axe Brand Oil, but my AH KONG drinks the stuff like a real man. HELL YEAH!

I Love You AH KONG!

Christopher.

I've been smoke free since ten pm of last night. How do I feel? Well, not the least bit better, I'm fucking craving a cigarette right now. I know it's so damn pathetic but I at least want to get over the whole mandatory cigarette break before bedtime and when waking up. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, I mean I know it's bad and all. But it just feels sooooo good to smoke!

I Love Smoking.

But I think it's about bloody damn time I should quit.

Anyways in other news, during my outing with Mara yesterday I discovered something new about myself. Well, according to her, I have a very BAK BAK BACK. It's very nice to press. And it may even be very nice to lie on. Bloody best buy. I weighed myself in the morning and found out I lost weight, only to be told by Mara, I have a BAK BAK BACK. I mean I'm sure we all have had comments being passed at us. They could be positive ones like, your hair looks very nice today or you got big boobs. They may have been negative like that shirt doesn't look too good on you or white socks don't go with black pants.

BUT WTF DO YOU MAKE OUT OF IT WHEN SOMEONE TELLS YOU THAT YOU HAVE A BAK BAK BACK?
She even took a picture of her finger doing the "PRESS TEST" to measure the depth of BAK BAK'NESS.

Very deep meh?

I went on my day with her enduring the random but very sporadic pokes in the back from Mara. I retaliated by attempting to dig out ear shit out of her. But she persisted with her opinion...


My back is very bak bak.

Christopher.

Honestly folks I think I'm just totally nuts. I got my mobilization call last night from 3SG Avis Wang, following which I reported at the designated pickup point at approximately 2200 hrs. After which we proceeded to send CHIO BU Agnes home, and then off to Avis' place to get his skates and re-used socks. Yes they are used, abused and then bloody hell re-used!

They smell like the inside of an ass.

And they're blue and pepe longstocking in description!

Iris told us she would be ready in 15 minutes. I guess with all girls you have to add a half an hour grace period for them to be really ready. And that's how it turned out to be but what the heck right? A lady has to look her best. And WTF did we do after that...we bloody reached East Coast Ghost Town Park at around midnight!

Avis has been improving at a rate of leaps and bounds! Not like the leaps and bounds of a frog but more like a kangaroo! With A pouch to house all those little marsurpials some more wor! He can finally T Brake. Right now he just has to get enough speed in order to justify doing such a high risk and expert physical breaking maneuver. Iris is also getting there! She can do a little turn on the spot, like that of a gracefully gay ballerina, *you go girl!*

So what the hell do you do after blading at 3 am in the friggin morning???

I'm not so sure about you, but I'm spontaneous! And what other activity to exude my spontaniety than heading down to Geylang to eat Dim Sum. While I'm on this subject, might I also add that I've decided where I'm going to have my birthday celebrations.

Typically speaking most of us celebrate our birthdays at really commercialized areas like Zouk with loads of alcohol or Macdonalds complete with a pedophile looking clown in make up and a red afro. But I'm going against the tide, going up the down escalator!

I'm going to have my birthday at 126 DIM SUM PLACE IN GEYLANG.

If you want to come just bear in mind the fact that I'm gonna make you eat loads. Stuff every single last little Xiao Long Bao down your tender luscious lips into the great mysterious depths of your bowels UNDERSTAND!

Serious wor! The Xiao Long Bao is damn good. Din Tai Fung can go pack up their bags and go open Chinese Take Outs and Laundry Services in some Western country!

I'm a convert. And believe me so are Iris and Avis...here's proof!

We took this nice little picture with the help of the fine people of 126 DIM SUM PLACE IN GEYLANG amid the 4am WTF! stares of Ah-Bengs, dirty old men and prostitutes!

After that we went to Pasir Ris Park to FUCKING HELL SKATE SOME MORE! WTF RIGHT? It's bloody 4 in the morning and we went to skate again. AGAIN??? Yes...again.

WE ARE HARDCORE!

But it was nice, I haven't done anything like this since I was sixteen. The three of us sat under this random hut at the end of the park track and spent the early part of the morning talking cock and just crapping away as usual. NICE!

I finally got home at 7 in the morning, the bloody sun was shining for goodness sakes!

Mara had the very nice entitlement of waking me up. She passed her driving test! SUPER CONGRURATIONS TO JOO WOR! I'm really happy for her after enduring her parents misplaced enthusiasm by actually renting her a manual car to practice!

I brought her to the elusive Toast at Taka. The food is really good there, and I'm not going to reveal anymore to you folks. It's my private place. I don't ever want it to become mainstream and flooded with Chinese Helicopters. LOLWTFCHINESEROFLCOPTERS!

After that I found myself falling asleep to the nonstop nagging of my mother while I slogged my remaining hours of today in the shop.

Bloody nonstop action packed all the way.

Christopher.

Perpetual Motion...somehow these words have been coming in and out of my mind for the past two days. It was the title of a piece of music I transcribed, learned and played on guitar when I was younger to honed my picking skills. Originally entitled "Moto Perpetuo" by composer and super duper violin speed demon Nicolo Paganini, it was for me the epitome of musical insanity; full of super fast picking lines and weird fingerings.

But more appropriately it could be used to describe the amount of activity that I have engaged myself in since the end of the exams. I've been having non-stop action since friday! It's crazy, I don't know how much more my body can take.

Saturday at Zouk was super excellent. Dj Fono spun at the main room that night. It was super hardcore trance induced beats all the way. I really missed clubbing the way I used to...getting all super smashed way before even reaching the damn place. That came in the form of a visit to the kopi tiam opposite Zouk, accompanied by my bottle of Jose Cuervo Tequila. I can't believe I actually brought a friggin bottle of home owned to a Kopi Tiam!!! So it was just me, Avis and Iris, starting out with a couple of beers and endings up all chilli crabed and lobsterfied with the Tequila mixed with the subtle undertones of sweetness provided by Sprite.

Jansen and his little brother joined us later and yes...we made total fools out of ourselves at the kopi tiam. Going nuts on Five-Ten and shouts of "YOU DRINK!!!", we finished all the booze very nicely. We got into the car, made our way to across the street and headed...STRAIGHT...to the dance floor, only to expose ourselves to the relentless beats of Fono!

But yeah shit happens, Iris somehow lost her phone. I felt really shit about that, all of us were so damn happy and some crap like that had to happen. But yeah such is life, you take it, but take it easy. Me and Avis...in the same old fashion that we used to...partied till closing! We danced so hard that people approached us and asked whether we were on drugs. LOLWTFDRUGS!

So much for saturday. Sunday I had work. I opened shop at 2 and stay till closing. With my hangover induced state of mind echoing with trance laden beats I managed to close some really good sales. So WTF do you do after a long day of work coupled with a hangover?

GO LOLLERSKATE AT EAST COAST AR!

GAYNESS PERSONIFIED!


Yeah I got a surprise mobilization call from Avis, Ann and Iris. We skated and skated, and if that was not enough I got dragged way down to the east to fisherman's village at par sir ris to drink beer! Total craziness. I've been drinking every night since friday!!! Thankfully I had Avis' house to crash over after that. I slept a full 9 hours after hitting the sack at 5 in the morning! It's been a damn long time since I had so much sleep. I haven't been sleeping well for like the past 4 months or so. We spent the next morning walking around in Tampines. To tell you the truth, I actually like the whole atmosphere of Tampines. It so relaxed, you don't have people shoving pieces of paper or fucking application forms for surveys, credit cards, "I'm lazy please gimme money", or some charity fucking drive every single 5 steps. This happens all the damn time in Orchard. I hate it. I hate the road shows blasting bloody mundane radio friendly non-stop hits to entice people. Some quiet would be nice.

So I'm at home now. But guess what I got yet another mobilization call. My hardcore ways have rubbed off on my friends and now it's my turn to be dragged down. And willingly I shall be! I'm going to east coast once again at ten in the bloody night!

I am Hardcore.

Christopher.

Hello my delectable lot of Golden Goreng Pisangs.
You don't know why you're a Goreng Pisang...right click right now to find out.

Don't curse, don't swear, you know you deserve it.

I started my day today with a trip down town to have some kick ass chicken rice at lucky plaza. The place, appropriately called Lucky Chicken Rice is simply to die for! The best part of it all. The guy who always serve me can't count for shit. Every single damn time I go, me and my friends order the same thing. 2 plates of rice, roast/white chicken combo, a plate of gizzard and liver...and later yet another plate of rice just for good measure. So many times...so many different amounts. It has been ranging from 12-15 dollars...but folks today I received an unprecedented bill. TEN DOLLARS! Wahahahahahah!

Is it just me or are those cows everywhere just so damn friggin annoying. It started out just on buses and taxis...moove is moore. Flooding the streets with the colourful prints and irritatingly cute tails. Now they have done the unthinkable. Every single place I go I see those damn cows on random grass patches! Yes yes I guess we're all anticipating some new breakthrough product or service with this whole marketing plan oh so shrouded in mystery. But trust me, I think in the end it's just gonna be a big disappointing piece of shit.

Please Stop That. Please.

Yet another thing shrouded in mystery is the skin on the legs of Sniper Rambo.
Why shrouded? Look and Learn folks...

The highly desirable legs of Sniper Rambo.

So having a nice sunny afternoon as a backdrop I went down to East Coast. WTF FOR? Lollerblade lah. I lollered and lollered, lollered till I couldn't loller anymore. And then the adverse happened. It rained. Not only did it rain...it fucking poured! It was like everyone in heaven decided to take a big ass leak at the same damn time. Their showers came down on me and Sniper Rambo like no one's business. Not even the harsh jungle training that Sniper Rambo and I have endured could have prepared either of us for a situation such as this. Even the hairiness of Sniper Rambo could not save his tender legs from the wetness unleashed by the rain!!!

We were so damn wet. Heck even my underwear was wet!

EVEN MY BLOODY UNDERWEAR!

And no, I don't have any pictures to show.

Christopher.

P.S. For more entertainment read the comments on the previous post! Fucking funny ah! I wanna meet this so called Miss BeDangDangs...but more so I'm anticipating meeting Madeleine Wan. :)

I'm back from my little bonding type outing with my dad. The scenario for these things are really typical though. They consist of my dad waking me up in the wee hours of the morning...like bloody 8 am after a post-examinations party. So we set off at 9 crossed the border at like 930, reached that god-forsaken place by 10. Every single damn place is closed! I hang around spending some time with my dad in some psuedo coffee bean wannabe Malaysian variant, passing the time while listening to his nonsense on all sorts of crap from sex to business. WAHAHAHAHAH! I love my Dad. He's really upfront and damn fucking opinionated! HARDCORE TO THE MAX!

The trip there in the car consisted of him throwing random expletives to passing motorists. Here's a picture.


Through the conversation he gave me a very fatherly type quote that will surely stay in my mind for the rest of my life. It was something about one of his staff's indecisiveness about a matter. "NO DECISION IS MENTAL MASTURBATION, FUCKING JERKING OFF YOUR BRAIN, DREAMING ALL DAY, NOTHING AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN!"

Well anyways you might feel that I dread JB.

Sure it's pretty damn backward, it's dirty, and well it ain't Singapore.

The music they play in the shopping centres come from CDs five years old...I heard Britney...oh no, not the new shit, but hit me baby one more time.

But every damn thing there is dirt cheap. I got my ciggies for like 6 ringgit a pack! Yes and I did manage to get my haircut.

The haircut is a whole different experience altogether! Haircut in Singapore...sit down cut hair, wash...FUCK OFF!

Hair cut in JB...sit down, cut hair, shampoo, wash, condition...and get this...FULL BODY MASSAGE! I shit you not! I got all that for just 35 ringgit! LOLWTFHAIRCUTMASSAGE!

Yeah sure it sounds nice. But I can't speak Mandarin to save my life. I can hardly do things like order a good meal at a chinese restaurant...yet alone do something so life altering as specifying my preferences for a haircut.

My conversation with the stylist...was akin to a duck communicating with a chicken.

Well it wasn't so bad, it'll grow, but the *WOOT WOOT* full body massage made up for it!

I finally got back home after being stuck in the causeway jam for like 3 hours. 3 bloody damn hours of me and my dad, which mainly consisted of
"I LOOK AT YOU, YOU LOOK AT ME" situations. I wanted so badly to smoke. The thing about me and my dad is that we both hate crowded places and sitting around waiting for things to happen. I guess that's where I get my speech and anger gene from.

I went to rollerblade after that. Shit happens. I fell. Although I had my dinner my 2 palms and left shoulder were still hungry and decided to have some Bukit Timah Pavement for supper.

But I'm still going today.

I AM HARDCORE.

Christopher.

Yeah I get asked that question many many times.

I also get asked WTF I mean when I say LOLWTFBBQ! Yes it may seem like a meaningless string of what might be L33T SP34K. But in actuality folks...there's more meaning to it than a geeky guy reflecting his joy and excitement. LOLWTFBBQ! is actually an acronym for Lot's Of Luck With The Forthcoming Barbeque!

You can use this convenient seemingly displaced group of capital letters in many ways actually, here's just one example...

Bill : "I'm having a Barbecue of Sunday, wanna come along?"
Stan : "Sorry, I'm taking the family up to the river, but LOLWTFBBQ anyway!"

If you use you're cock brain and analyze it soldier...you'll actually notice that words BBQ can be interchanged with other acronyms! *WOW Tell Me More!*

Avis: "Brother I still got one more paper tomorrow, die lah die!"
Chris: "Avis...SUCKS TO BE YOU MAN, I'm finished already but hey...LOLWTFEXAMS MAN!"

Ok back on track.

I trained as a specialist in the army. Went into SISPEC after Bmt, School Of Infantry Specialist. But also a very popular acronym for "SUFFER IN SILENCE PLUS EXTRA CONFINEMENT!" Yes suffered I did, and in silence too. After that stint, I got posted to an infantry unit; 2SIR *HOOOAHHHHH!*. I got drafted as an anti tank guided missile (ATGM) specialist. Well with every infantry unit you can't just have a bunch of ah bengs tossing around guns, you need other elements as well. And one of these included the formidable ATGM.

Enough of my bullshit, actions speak louder than words, but videos do a pretty good job as well.

This video was taken during some bilateral exercise with our Indonesian compatriots, SAFKAR-INDOPURA.
http://home.ripway.com/2005-2/255818/Dscf0339.avi

This one was taken during the very first time we fired a Milan missile.
The very eminent WAH LAN EH is of course me.
http://home.ripway.com/2005-2/255818/animelivefiring.AVI

All better watch ah!

Christopher.

It's all over! OVER!!!! Semester 3 has officially come to an end. All that crap we've been taking from lecturers, gossip shitheads and rescheduling is all over! Its time for 3 weeks of relaxation and solace. The paper today was absolute shit. I'd be lucky if I even get ten marks down. But it's all over and I'm not gonna think about it anymore. Kill 'em all and let god sort 'em out!

Anyways my brief procession of celebration was rudely interupted by a note pasted on my door when I came home. It was posted by my mom. The message was really simple. COME TO WORK AT 1345 SHARP! Goodness...sharp...how direct can you get Mom? So I went down to work and spent my otherwise celebration time vegetating away while attending to customers. But I did steal away to go look at watches!

I got a chance to meet up with Mark, Mara, Josh and Carynn for dinner and a couple of drinks.
Here are some visuals...

Me and the "Super Republican Bush Lovin' Redneck AMEREEEKIN" Josh!

Me and The Mysterious Sniper Rambo.

I can't believe that even in the setting of Cream Bistro at Pacific Plaza that we managed to play drinking games. We played a few rounds of 5-10 which evolved into a round of 7-up...which only goes to show that we are hopeless at our 7 times tables.

Sad though that we all had to leave early. Some Ang Moh had to go study for math which is tomorrow. SUCKS TO BE YOU DUDE!

Well me official beginning of my holidays will be marked by a nice little road trip to JB with my Dad tomorrow. BEST RIGHT? I have to listen to his semi-old man crapping all the way in the car with him. I have no idea how I'm going to steal a smoke break with him being around the whole time. But one thing is for sure...2 dollar one packet Mild Sevens and SUPER CHEAP HIGH QUALITY DVD AND XBOX GAMES!

I'm considering doing the unthinkable and getting a haircut tomorrow. I'm in super desperate need of one right now. My regular hairdresser has closed down due to some financial stuff. And folks...I'm gonna go get one done in JB! Yes you read that right...J-FOOKIN-B!

Wish me Luck.

I'll make sure I take some pictures of that dilapitated place along with my Dad and post them tomorrow.

Christopher.

I've been lying in bed for what might seem like an hour or so. I guess it's attributed to the pokka milk coffee which I drank at 7-11 just now. I'm feeling so fucking pissed off right now. So fucking pissed off. I'm so sick of people stirring shit about me. So what if I stayed in junior college for 4 years. I know it's something laughable.

I'm not proud of it. But I sure as hell am not ashamed of it.

But I am proud of who I am and what I've become to this stage in my life. If you can't fucking accept that then what you need is a spoon and a fucking queue number.

So grab your spoon, step in line and prepare to eat my ass out.

I don't blame anybody other than myself for the outcome of that situation. I didn't even study for goodness sakes. All I did in school was sports and slack off, I couldn't give a rats ass about my education at that period of time. But I do now.

The people in my life have been instrumental in shaping my opinions and making me want to improve myself and my intellectual well being. I'm very grateful for these invaluable people, my friends who have stuck by me no matter what the fuck happens.

If you got something to say about me. Say it to my face.

We'll take it from there...

See how I take it, see how I fucking take it out on you.

I know I should not be affected by this kind of crap, but somehow it inevitably does take its toll on me.

In other news, I'm still missing her so damn much.

So damn fucking much.

Christopher.

Yes folks, that's one of the many quotes from my psychology textbook. It's about this guy called Sigmund Freud who attributed mental nutcase problems to masturbation. He even said stuff all little boys go through a stage where they wanna have their horny ways with their mothers while secretly harbouring intentions of killing their fathers. Yes yes yes this is all true. I tell you no lies. Not happy you can go sue Kalat. No one ever said anything much against him cuz everyone was just too damn pussy to admit they jerk one off or go finger bang themselves every now and then in their spare time.

Anyways that damn test and subject is all over! I spent 2 solid hours in the exam room flipping frantically through my text. It was open book, thank goodness for the "Glossary" page. I know I've done pretty well for psych previously...but trust me...I never bloody study at all. All the way anyhow han tum one. Such examplery behaviour right?

But trust me, this sort of luck does wear off. And it's spell is going to stop today. I've got accounting tomorrow. Essays, short sentenced answers...all can bullshit. Numbers, however, never lie.

I'm so fucking dead tomorrow.

Well I know I won't fail. The very most, or should I say worst, I think I should be able to clench myself a C.

I can't wait for tomorrow. But then again I think I might have to go work tomorrow, hopefully my classmates...with the exception of those who take math...will organize something tomorrow night. I believe it's friday night at Zouk yes?
I can't believe I'm subjecting myself to the torture of phuture again...
When I endure to the point whereby which I can't take it anymore I shall go over to Zouk where the comforting sounds of Aldrin and Sonny can be heard. I need my weekly dose of house music and I shall attempt to convert all my 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 cent listening classmates.

If you're wondering how come the sudden lack of images going along with the words, well it's because my sister has hijacked my camera for assembling her polytechnic portfolio. Anyways here's a picture I took on sunday at east coast while at the jetty. I think it looks like a doggie cloud. Something like a Schnauzer, kinda like pimp Nicholas' Nadine.

Cloud Doggie

Christopher.

I just got back from my marketing final. I only have to say this, and the people around me would have heard it many times already, but it was a fuggin' bullshit straight from a cow's ass paper! My idiotic lecturer came up with really shit house obscure questions like "Internet search (ro)bots organize results based on...". Dude...WTF does that have to do with marketing??? WHAT???

You totally left out topics like logistics, pricing and advertising.
I speak for the cohort when I say this.

You suck Ravi.

Do you ever get the feeling you're being irritated or more rather annoyed to the point you can't take it anymore? I have. I've been ironically privilleged enough to have experienced this phenomenon a couple of times this past few days. And today it came in the form of a certain individual called Steve sitting behind me in the exam room. Sniffing his mucus perpetually from his nostrils throughout the whole duration of the exam! The whole time while I was doing my paper, the sounds just made me think of his nose juice slipping up and down his nasal cavities.

Dude...GET A DAMN TISSUE AND BLOW THAT DAMN NOSE MAN!

mucus: a viscid slippery secretion that is usually rich in mucins and is produced by mucous membranes which it moistens and protects

Slippery yes...irritating to the max.

Through my encounters with the irritating kind, I've proposed a solution. Well not exactly a solution but an avenue through which you can either explicitly or politely make your opinion known to this person. I thought very long and hard about it, and I've decided to print a card reflecting my disgust.

Here are 2 examples.

• Polite

• Explicit

I know most of my Chinese Helicopter Singaporean friends would not know WTF a hemorrhoid is. Let me enlighten you.

hemorrhoid: a mass of dilated veins in swollen tissue at the margin of the anus or nearby within the rectum -- usually used in plural; called also piles.

I love definitions. Anyways these cards would come really handy, you can pass them to the fat man digging his nose in circular motions, oblivious to the amount of disgust you're experiencing. Or perhaps it's that regular group of secondary school kids wreaking of underarm odour making noise in the bus. Or even your loving significant other behaving like an imbecile on what would otherwise be your very special night.

I love that word. Imbecile. What an intellectual way to say idiot.

If you're interested in getting these cards for yourself...or more rather for your own usage let me know, I'm sure we can work something out.

Christopher.

Ever wanted to know how guys can effortlessly pickup hot chicks like nobody's business. Watch and learn grasshopper, your life is about to change. You're in luck today. My friend PIMP MASTA NICK straight from the hoods of Leeds is gonna demonstrate. And you best stand up and RECOGNIZE NIGGA!


Example One.

Notice the relaxed stance oozing simultaneously with undertones of confidence and charm, well at the same time a stark reflection of PIMP DADDY COOL in the face of our subject. In his right hand a cigarette place at the crucial angle of accuracy, ready at anytime to take a puff to show the LAYDEEES just how cool he is. His left hand placed strategically at his crotch to hide any form of excitement.

Watch and Learn Grasshopper for this is the way of the TRUE PIMP!

I can't take it, I'm gonna go practice now.

Christopher.

I know I might have mentioned some very foreign names before on my blog. One of them is Nicholas, my kindergarten/primary school/rollerblading/clubbing/smoking/talk cock buddy. I cannot just mention him without showing his picture. It's like being born without a face. I think it would sound something like this in the words of Rage Against the Machine's Zach De La Rocha...

Walk unseen past the graves an the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
Walk unseen past the graves an the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a faceWithout a face

OMFG HOW JIALAT IS THAT.

So without further delay...


Handsome lah Nick!

Christopher.

I'll always remember, The chill of November
The news of the fall, The sounds in the hall
The clock on the wall ticking away

'Seize the Day', I heard him say

Life will not always be this way
Look around, Hear the sounds
Cherish your life while you're still around

For some silly reason this verse from a Dream Theater song has been playing over and over in my head while I'm suppose to be studying. Well it sure beats that idiotic 50 cent song "Candy Shop" which I couldn't shake off from my consciousness since hearing it at Phuture on friday night.

Christopher.

I panicked big time this morning waking up in a sweat of anxiety reflecting the absence of preparation with regards to my accounting finals this coming Wednesday. I have absolutely no idea what's going on right now in class ever since they rescheduled our classes and made them two long sessions a week instead of three. Anyways I did some work this morning, some is an overestimation...More like 2 questions!

Escapism is salvation from reality.

I did just that, I needed my salvation, I found it in the form of spending an afternoon in the hot sun rollerblading with Iris at east coast. I love the sun. Most people hate it, especially since we've been exposed to such hot temperates for our whole lives living in Singapore. But I find extreme delectation in it. I love getting all hot and sweaty. I might be grossing you out, I don't give a shit, nothing beats a good workout combined with the added incentives of sweating it out and getting a tan!

If you guys ever go down to east coast go check out the Bedok Jetty. I've been there tonnes of times since I was a kid and until now it still never ceases to amaze me. I know I might sound really simple when I say this, but it's as if you're skating/biking/walking/running out to sea when you're there. I remember jumping off the end into the sea as a kid. I miss the whole factor of innocence, with no fear in the world whatsoever.

I yearn for the feeling now, especially when it comes to trying out new tricks. I'm so scared of falling and ending up looking like an idiot. I did exactly that today while trying out some new slalom move today and fell on the jetty. But heck it, I've been skating for so damn long it's become second nature to me. At least I perfected it in the end.

I did something for the first time today. I ate at Komalas! WTF is Komalas?!?! It's some Northern Indian vegetarian fast food type chain in Singapore. I would term it strictly as fast food like along the same lines as Macs or BK. But it sure as hell doesn't take long to make some good tosai now does it? They even have little Macdonalds styled apple pie wrappers with Indian styled popiahs in them!!!
It was good. Really good. I'm going back there again next week.

I saw something so damn disturbing today. A friggin Ronald Macdonald rollerblading! I'm talking a fully fledged Ronald complete with the scary makeup and red afro! So many damn things irritated the hell out of me today. The annoying little boy at the bus stop killing the ants running along the seats with an empty water bottle. The sounds of hollow metal against hollow plastic don't mix. Combined with the sound of traffic and construction, it formed a cacophony of irritation personified.

I so need a Zen Micro.

I can't wait for Thursday. I speak for all my classmates when I say it's the day of liberation. Liberation for this semester's nonsense in the form of crappy lecturers and gossip mongers. I'll be having a break for 3 weeks. I might...I say again might trying my hand at roller hockey again. But one thing is for sure, I'm gonna skate like there's no tomorrow when the holidays come!!!!

I can't wait.

In the meantime please enjoy a picture of a me in a very alcohol induced state of redness!

Iris and the Chilli Crab by Sniper Rambo.

Christopher.

I just spent the last 2 hours or so processing the pictures from last night. Damn professional camera takes pictures that weigh in like 5 megs each! I'm running a pentium 3 with first generation USB ports complete with my helicopter sound effected cooling fan. It took so friggin long just to view the pics in thumbnails. Anyways all that has been done and I'm just about complete with the editing. Done with the images, but it's a totally different story for the words. I have yet to figure out what to write about the night.

There's only so much you can write about an event. So much that I know so little about.

But I'll do my best.

Bloody rocking night thanks to our local jock DjB waving the flag of house music high with pride! The song "So many times" is stuck playing over and over in my head.

My nonsense spreaded to zouk as well. Shot from the Dj console by Sniper Rambo.

Lovin it!

Christopher.

I stumbled across this really funny video while on the web. Don't worry folks, I know it's Japanese but I promise you won't see anybody smearing shit all over themselves or swallow copious amounts of man jizz. If you were expecting that I'm sorry.

In the meantime please watch this...
http://the-trickster.com/hokan05/movie/0405gachapin.wmv

LOLLERSKATES!

Christopher.

I got to school today feeling really anxious about my Pluralism grades, well the anxiety slipped into a state of frenzy as the time neared getting the grades. I bumped into my professor in the morning with her 2 lovely daughters, so cute...koko, or coco...and the other name I can't seem to remember in my hungover induced state of mind right now. She told me I did fine...what the hell is fine?? Anyways I went to psychology learning about all sorts of disorders and phobias and all the mental nonsense and conditions that humans suffer from. I finally got my grade. I got an A-, I'm pretty happy with it. But then again, it's my fave subject...and the minus just makes me cringe. I got my accounting results, and so far I'm averaging a 52 out of 60. Not bad but the damn final is 20 percent...which I have studied virtually zilch for. I did well on my marketing project! Woohoo...!

And of course marketing was spent listening to people's presentations and as usual mucking around at the back with my classmates!

Night of the Living Dead Vs. The Terminator

There are some things that no matter how hard you try to do, failure is just inevitable. Possibly due to your own ability, maybe some weird external influences or maybe you're just plain stupid. In my case, it was the stiffness in my joints and the gargantuan nature of my arms built from being a jock for most of my adolescent life. I CAN'T DO THAT DAMN FUNNY FACE. It's pretty damn hard for my to describe, but once you see the pictures you'll catch my drift.


I can't seem to do it, I've been trying so damn hard for the past 3 semesters...but somehow I just can't seem to get my thumb and index fingers to sit comfortably on my eyes.

Such talented friends.

I headed down to east coast once again with Jun to skate, I don't have any pictures because she refused to take any photos due to some tiny pimple on her cheek. But it was good, I skated till my legs were reduced to a semi-jelly state.

I'm really happy for Mark. I hooked him up with the whole Frontal Labs crew, they're all really impressed with his $20K camera setup. They've hooked him up with some assignments that actually pay money! I got Mark access to a place that only the best DJs in the world have been up to, other than that a chosen few...*drum roll*...THE ZOUK DJ CONSOLE! Yes folks THE ZOUK DJ CONSOLE.

Happy like fuck right Mark???

The pictures for last night are currently in processing, I'll be done with them possibly by tomorrow. And as usual the review will be up sometime next week so watch out for it!

Zouk was pretty ok, but as usual I think I had a tad bit little too much to drink. *Please don't scold me Melissa...this time it was unintentional.* I met up with Iris, Rhea and Sandy...and their significant others. I even learnt a new drinking game that goes something like HAR and MEHWAH...or whatever the hell. But due to my hatred or underlying distaste for RnB music I decided to head home early.

I have to study today...and rollerblade with Iris too.

Christopher.

So after a long mundane day of academic absorption...we headed down to town. My friend Mark has been having a bad patch lately, so me and Mara decided to go meet up with him and cheer him up a little. Anyways things are kinda going better with him now, but I really do hope he's alright. I went back home to play some xbox with Mark, he scored some nice own goals on FIFA, and I fucked up on penalty shootouts.

My friends in the cab...Mara...Carynn...and erm Ang Moh.

Me and Mara...you gotta love those eyes.

I've lost count as to how much money and cigarettes Josh owes me, and that goes the same for Mark. I went to skate with my sis Cheryl after coming home, it was nice, it reminded me of how we were when we were kids. I remember spending days on end just rollerblading the day away. Not a care in the world...no exams...no school...no handphone bill...

Tomorrow's the last day of semester 3. I can't believe I've been with UB for 3 semesters already! I'm a SOPHOMORE! No folks it's not some new soap brand that gives off more foam or value. It just means 2nd year student in American academic lingo. It seems like it was yesterday that I had to sneak in and out of Amoy Quee Camp to class.

Christopher.

Today marks the official last class that we have with Professor Arabella Lyon.
http://www.english.buffalo.edu/faculty/lyon/
Needless to say I'm pretty damn sad that she has to leave, being under her tutelage has been a really privilege for everyone in my class.

Her classes have been constantly thought provoking, enticing each one of us to pick up the intricate morsels of information that history has to offer.

The discussions with her have brought new perspectives and even made us question our role as individuals, and I quote "our responsibility to history".

But alas even good things have to come to an end. We had our last class today watching "Twilight", a video on the LA Riots induced by the police beating of Rodney King. I'm sure all of us are going to miss her millions when she leaves for Buffalo on Saturday morning. Hopefully we will organize something and see her off at the airport. *Sigh!*

I look forward to seeing her when I go to UB next year and maybe even take some courses under her.

But of course for the time being...I'm sure I speak for everyone in American Pluralism...I'm so damn anxious about my grades!!! I'm gonna check it out tomorrow.

In the meantime, here are some pictures from today's class.

Me and Professor Lyon.


American Pluralism Class.

We'll miss you ma'am!

Christopher.

As you folks have probably noticed by now, the friggin tag board has surfaced itself from the abandoned depths of my page. It's all thanks to the L33T h4x0r m4d sk1llz of Jadified.

WTF am I talking about?

Read.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leet



I got my grades for statistics today, not bad I managed a B on the subject. At least it's not an F or some other crap grade like that. I'm vegetating away in the com lab right now waiting for the pluralism class to start. For the rest of the subjects, I'm almost certain that I should manage an A on pluralism, that is if my final paper fares favorably with my prof. And then there's psych which is good...and marketing, but I'm damn worried for accounting.

Once again the weather looks good today. We shall see whether it continues for the rest of the day.

I'm so fucking bored.

Even the slightest change in your wardrobe can affect your image, whether positively or adversely. Well I decided to take the plunge today. I tried the very trendy and InStyle fisherman cum bucket hat.

I failed miserably.

Yes I look a like a gay sailor boy.

Oh gosh, the gay sailor look is so last season.

But sometimes, what might look crap on me, looks so hot on someone else. Or maybe it's the innate ability of my Blah-Der to carry off anything and make it look oh so convincing.

So folks, here's my Blah-Der.


Christopher.

Dry it was in the morning and I pressumed it would remain so for the rest of the day. But wet as a screaming baby's soaking diaper it became in the afternoon. More on that a little later.

I had a pretty good time in school and all. Not that the lessons were super interesting or whatever intellectual improvement bullcrap that went along with education. Psychology was narrative, accounting was spent going through cost concepts, and marketing well...was spent listening to people's final project presentations while making fun of them, and mucking around with my friends in the back. It's nice to have a camera with you all the time, you never know when moments like these can occur.

Here are some pristine examples.

In case you folks are wondering....that's not my tongue.

Do it like they do in Japan...


So anwyays on to the rest of my day. Me and Justin decided to go to East Coast to spend the day in the elusive sun...it was so friggin hot this afternoon...until of course we got there. Allow me to recollect the conversation in the cab on the way there...

Chris (pointing to the very eminent dark clouds) : "Blah-Der I think we're doing something really stupid. We should turn back..."

Justin: "We're already halfway there...it will be even more stupid to turn back."

*Fast forward to the time when we actually arrived*

Chris (Amid the pouring rain, lightning and crashing thunder...) :"Dude...you were saying?"

So what the fuck did we end up doing? We stayed in macs eating french fries while I decided to try some hot chocolate from macafe. Yes I say try, because it's going to be the last time. $4.50 for some brown liquid in a cup and saucer, bearing a misty resemblance to chocolate...made straight from macdonalds concentrate.

If you guys like the pictures, good because there's much more to come. Avis started his exams today, I hope he did ok. Or else it's time for a loud "Ahhhh Maaaaa, Ahhhh Paaaaa!". I know he'll do fine.

I got another call to cover this friday's event at Zouk! *W00000T!*

Christopher.

My friggin computer sounds like a motorcycle thanks to a crap cooling fan.

I just completed video taping myself playing guitar. Call me narssistic of whatever, but I think it's an amazing feeling to see yourself play a piece of music, seamlessly connecting all the little notes with your hands. I have to come to a point where it flows like water and the notes become so fluid. I've been playing for a pretty damn long time now, since I was 12. But I haven't exactly been keeping up with things, neglecting my six string every now and then. A whole feeling of guilt really sets in. It's always nice to go back every now and then and hammer out a tune.

The simplest things often bring the most joy.

But on the downside, it too me like ten over tries to get the song right, and another ten tries getting the friggin camera to work. When I did get it right however...the damn thing died on me. But it's all good now! Another downside...the video is like 60 megs!

I tried to send it to Jun...but I think I'm gonna stick to burning a CD.

I'm in the midst of contemplating whether to go for psychology tomorrow. We're all done with lessons and stuff, tomorrow is just going to be some supplementary lesson...like watching the discovery channel or something!

The bloody moody weather played me out once again. I wanted to go skate in the seemingly sunny weather but it started to piss from the sky once I made up my mind.

I'm listening to the kill bill theme song right now on my computer. It's making me wanna go get a yellow track suit complete with those yellow asics tigers and a hanzo sword. But god knows I won't look good in it.

Ok Shower...shit...sleep...here I come.

Christopher.

I decided to skip today's statistics lesson to catch up on some sleep. I woke up at around ten but I guess the fact that I slept at 3 negated the sleep factor. I've been running on a streak of "cannot find server" on my computer. Is it just me or is hotmail just really screwed up today. I couldn't email my assignment and right now it still resides in my hard drive instead of in my lecturer's. Fuck it.

I've once again slipped into the inevitable state of depression and misery. I went to town today with Carynn and Josh, while it was fun hanging out with them; there were just so many aspects of my surroundings that served as grim and painful reminders to what which was. Every damn aspect reminded me of her. I haven't spoken to her in what must be weeks right now. I recieved a text message the other day and when I responded I got nothing. I guess this is the inevitable, something that just has to happen no matter how fucking hard you try to prevent it from occuring.

Should I be optimistic? Should I have hope? They're two extremely different things. Hope is something to me which is false. An illusive feeling that you somehow attach to a desired outcome. Optimism is somewhat like hope but there's a tangible aspect of which you can hold on to. Should I even feel any of the above?

I think not. But I'm still so fucking depressed. I could feel the misery so much today, it was so evident, so prevalent that I could cut through it with a knife. People around me probably don't realise it. But it's all a facade I try to keep up, a mere image. Thanks for not asking, for not probing and just entertain my act while I wait for the credits to roll.

Am I the pilot of my own destiny?

In this case I think not.

I miss her so fucking much, if only she knew.

Christopher.

Yes folks it's all over. I'm done with my paper. I've been going on and on about since last week. I might as well call it singaporean procrastination instead of American pluralism. I wrote some pretty abstract and controversial stuff but I hope my lecturer takes it. That's it I'm totally done with the whole humanities aspect for my degree, after this it's on to more mundane business modules in my course. I'm pretty sad to say the least. I'm really going to miss all the discussions we have in class. If you're reading this and think I talk too much? Take a hike ass face, you pay the same course fees as me, if you wanna say something open your damn diamond studded mouth and say it.

My true interest lies in the arts and humanities. I really want to do political science and international relations. I don't think my confrontational nature would help me secure a job in the diplomatic service but what the hell. I'm sure I can do other things with a degree like such. If not I'll just be satisfying my own intellectual pursuits, which is not such a bad thing in itself.

I think this is a pretty big dilemma that one has to face especially since we live in such a competitive and materialistic society. Should we do something economically viable or do something of which we are really passionate about. If I did something really passionate, I'd probably study music or go skate full time.

So anyways I've been stowed away in my room for the greater part of the day working on this 6 paged monster. Perhaps I should have just taken Mara's advice and stuck to paraphrasing my midterm paper. I really need an A on this subject to pull up my GPA...Like the road block Avis, Iris and I encountered on saturday night...let's keep our fingers crossed. Well I did managed to get a miniscule form of recreation squeezed into my day. I went rollerblading again...what else right? Went over to see mara with mark and had some fancy gelato.

I think it's my love of food that hampers my weight loss goals. But fuck it. I Live to eat and Eat to live...understand!
I'm sick of all the childish rumours spreading around my class. Some people should just go fuck a tree and die. That's probably the closest they will ever get to losing their virginity. Yes I can sense you're already beginning to feel the antagonistic nature of this entry in full force. I guess I'm not always nice, although I try my best to be. But a series of events today just really irritated the hell out of me. I shan't go into them.

I can't wait for the thursday of next week. Finals will begin on monday of the next and I've only got 3 papers to attend to. After that it's relak jack for the next three weeks. Skate every single damn day...you better keep yourself free Iris. I'm hope we get a chance to skate in town one of these nights, we could do the whole route to the esplanade and back.
But on the other hand I think I might have to man the family business for a week because my folks will be off on a business trip. Sigh I'm going to go mad all over again...visitors please come in, if you don't buy anything it's ok...talk also can.

I love torture. And speaking of torture, if anyone wants to read my final paper let me know I'll send it over. :P

And now for something completely different.


Enjoy.

Christopher.

The weather played mind games with me today...halfway becoming wet as a cat in a storm and sometimes becoming erratically hot as hell. Just when it was sunny I decided to go take a shower from my hungover state and get ready to roll (no pun intended)...and then it started to pour. Guess gone are the days when there was a psuedo heat wave in singapore. Mark came over and told me all about his trip, I very happy for him. I can understand totally how he feels, it really takes something for someone to travel so friggin far just to see someone. I can totally identify with that.

Anyways it was nice to hang out with him, I really missed all his juvenile nonsense. We decided to head down to town to my usual hangout spot for a cup of java. Best friggin mocha in town, the only one I've tasted which is better was at beanscene, some cafe in Edinburgh, Scotland. Anyhows I bumped into HuiMin, my JC classmate; at spinellis! So nice to see my sister!!!! I'm gonna organize a get together once my exams are over. Should be fun seeing how we've all progressed from there.

I got a call from Iris and we all got down to east coast! Yes folks, lately my life has been revolving around that place. After coming from home, I got there in a swift 15 mins courtesy of comfort cab. Mark got a nice pair of skates today! About 200 plus not bad for a nice pair like that. He's pretty good except for his swinging hand stances. Iris came down shortly and we were joined by Shelly and Darren. She reminded me constantly of the very happy way in which I danced. Yes I know I look like a Chao Ah Gua when I'm dancing. And my classmates have experienced it firsthand for the second time last night.

I had my fill of beef noodles once again...bloody food for the gods I tell you!

Ok enough of narratives and on to analysis. I'm sick of the whole Terry Schiavo thing. How can an entire nation be so friggin divided about an issue such as this and be seemingly apathetic when it comes to invading a foreign country based on the pretext of striking premptively. Fucking hypocrites. In my opinion, all these controversial sociological happenings are just part of the distractions the media has conjured in the hopes that our opinions will be swayed from real political and economical issues. Call me a conspiracy theorist.

I relish it.

It's not ok for someone who's in a vegetated state to die, but it's ok to launch cruise missiles on a country laden with sanctions and a dictarship?

Assholes personified. And for those who donated money to Schiavo's parents...*drum roll please*...congratulations folks you've just got owned big time in the ass. Her parents are selling your precious private info to mailing firms. And they're earning big dues out of it.

http://www.local6.com/news/4328068/detail.html

What a wonderful world.

Anyways I had loads of fun today, the jetty's a very nice place especially at night, the lights were all off and there we were just skating into the darkness on a platform raised out to sea. Majestic. I wish I had someone special to bring there though, in the meantime my friends will more than do. :)

Shame though Mark had to leave early, otherwise I'd still be there with the rest. Alas...there's always another week. Here's a picture of me and Mark at the hawker centre. Intially I thought it was a nice one, but on closer examination I look cockeyed. BEST.



Christopher.

So I spent the whole day at work after waking up at like 11. It was torture in it's purest. I know I said I had to find some outlet to earn some cash, but in actuality I spent all the cash I earn within the day. Yes I did.

I almost went crazy dozing off in the shop while attending to customers. But I guess it's a good experience, despite the humble title that "Sales executive" carries. I love interacting with with people, showing them all the beautiful things that the shop has to offer and stuff like that. My parents spend lots of time scouring the globe searching for nice things to sell, it's nice to see people appreciating them. But then again working there lets you come into contact with idiots of all shapes and forms. People who walk in asking questions for the sake of asking them...with absolutely no intention to make a purchase (usually old and local or from China.) Then there are those who really really piss me off, using one entrance of my store, walking through to the other entrance...as a short cut to the other side of the atrium. BEST right?

I met up with Dawne and her friends after work. I wanted to get out my work clothes as soon as possible. I mean it's all nice and all to dressup and shit. But believe me, for someone who's used to wearing sneakers all the time, being in a pair of snazzy leather dress shoes can be a bitch even for a few hours. It's pure hell. I could never comprehend how women can endure the permanently raised platform that their footwear gives them.

I probably spent about an hour or so looking for biscuits that Dawne's friend wanted. See the thing is that while having the objective of looking for the biscuits...many other miniscule distractions side track the whole intention along the way. But we finally found it...in watsons. I went home after that and played with my six string till it was time to meet Cynthia in town to go off to liquid room.

It's been a pretty long time since all of us went clubbing. Somehow or rather the dynamics of the group hampers making solid plans, and even executing them for that matter. It's like me all know we want to go out, but we can't decide where. Liquid room was fun but....I went off to the toilet and when I came back all my classmates dissappeared. They thought I had left. Sigh I drank so bloody damn much. Every single time I get so high and drunk I tell myself the next time I won't go into a crazed state of alcoholism.

But I guess I had many things on my mind and was in a rather self-destructive mood. It's pretty worrying actually. Everytime my mind wanders, it somehow eases the pain to feel some of the physical variety. So I drank...and drank....but the thoughts didn't go away...and neither the pain.

Life's a bitch. I'm just camping out for the part where I die. I miss her so fucking much.

I was really dissapointed, KoFlow didn't show up, instead there was a Dj who resembled FatFlow playing really contemporary RnB. I thought it was hiphop night yo!

The dancefloor at clubs is a really amusing place. Last night there was a group of girls who looked like they were 14 or something. Decked out in typical Mtv JLo music video gear they resembled like secondary school dance club hip hoppers. Jeez. And then there were the funny expartriates. If they danced like that in their country they'd probably be shot. Then of course there were the frequent males trying to get jiggy with my female friends. Iris will know what I'm talking about.

Thanks Avis for coming down. I never thought that you would make it. :) And with Irish Cream too!!! I'll be going rollerblading once again today, the weather is fine and i'm in a hungover state of mind. I'll probably start proper with my pluralism paper...it's due on tuesday!!! And Marilyn you should really go do something about your faint inducing cramps!

One More Time...


Christopher.

Yes folks those were the words echoing in my mind throughout yesterday, the Zhao Siah Tones which came from the vocals of my friend Jun as I was rollerblading at east caost. Some people should really switch occupations, I got a weather report courtesy of the weather man at power 98 as I was showing in the morning. "Singapore's gonna wet wet wet today so get out those monopoly sets and stay indoors!" That made me high with anxiety the whole friggin day worrying about the rain since Jun brought her skates to school. Anyways it didn't rain in the end. Idiots. It turned out to be a pretty nice day at east coast. But I fell. Yes I fell. And this time I even scraped my elbow. Lesson learnt...never skate close to someone who can't stop.

I never really understood the thrill of fishing. I was at the jetty today and people were picking out negligible sized game off the sea. Like proud hunters they displayed their throphies on the floor of the jetty. What's up with that shit? The bloody damn fish won't even fill your tummy for an afternoon snack. And who the hell is going to eat a puffer fish???


I think I'm going to work today, I need some outlet for me to get some extra cash. Just yesterday alone I spent like thirty over bucks on going to east coast!!! So if anyone's in town today and wants to brighthen up my day, do drop by even if it's just to day hi. So it's to work I go along with my pluralism stuff to do my final paper.

Anyways some good news, my marketing presentation went pretty well yesterday. I felt pretty uneasy though, as Mr. Trin merely read off the slides which I prepared. Special thanks going out to all those little munchkins in the forms of Carynn and Marilyn, making me laugh by spewing out random lines of "MMM MMM!". I was so bloody nervous before the thing...

I gonna get back at you guys when it's your turn to present. And I know exactly how to do it. YOU DIE.

Christopher.