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I got this psuedo tattoo done by a very nice classmate during music lecture yesterday.

Took a picture, spent an hour at photoshop and got this...

Many Much thanks to my Silly Bobby Sister Cheryl for imparting her Uber PhotoShop skills on me!

I stayed at home today. Yes I missed school. Why? Well for starters I was running a slight flu. But here's the real reason. I went down to the east yesterday to meet up a little with Marshall. She enticed me further with the prospects of eating good BAN MIAN in Parsir Ris. I finally got there after spending about 2 hours worth of travelling time. Traffic was really shit, and I had to wait for the damn 960 for half an hour. Anyways I've never eaten such shitty BAN MIAN in my life. The noodles were soft and crummy on the outside and powdery on the inside. Which only means one thing, it was undercooked. The soup was lackluster in taste, and the dried anchovies were LAU HONG...they were soft instead of being crunchy. We also ordered some deep friend wantons which had skin tasting like homemade fried bread.

Marshall attributed the quality of the food to my inability to pronounce my Mandarin words efficently.

It's my fault lah Marshall.

But everything was good and remedied when I decided that I endured enough crappy BAN MIAN for one sitting. We went to the other coffee shop instead. The Noodles there are to die for. Soft on the outside and possessing a somewhat chewy yet slightly crunchy texture on the inside. I tell you, good noodles are all about TEXTURE! To me that's what most people fail to take notice on. The soup was pretty damn good as well. But of course I had my little gripes with the whole dish. They used canned button mushrooms, I hate that shit; they taste like crap. Why couldn't you just use dried Chinese Mushrooms. The noodles had Crab stick as part of the ingredients. To me crab stick is to crab, as sausages are to meat.

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THE MEAT IS FROM.

Yet alone whether it comes from crab or not.

My guess is no.

And lastly I just couldn't get used to the weird spoon they gave me to use. It's one of those long japanese ramen type spoons. Oh yeah but what saved the dish for me, was the fact that they added some funny shellfish to the mix, they call it abalone; but its very far from it. I know the exact name but I just can't get it to stick right now.

Anyways Marshall gave me the options of going to either downtown east, white sands, playing guitar at some void deck...in the end we went back to Marshall's house to chill out.

Wise choice.

To cut my long story short, my night was filled with me losing at every single damn game to Marshall...Tai Dee, Ji Go Pah, Mini Basketball...the only thing I won at was Siccors, paper, stone.

I shan't go into what I did for a penalty, it's far to brutal to elaborate upon.

I've been spending the day vegetating awayat the same time laboring over my music stuff for tomorrow's test. It's so hard for me to come to terms with all the rhythmic values...one for notes and yet another for rests!!! I'm super going nuts right now with notation. Anyways I'm slowly but very surely getting all them irritating concepts down.

BRING THAT SHIT ON TO ME TOMORROW!

I'LL BE READY FOR IT!

Christopher

I've never been the type of person to be satisfied with stock products. The stuff I buy, I try my very best to customised them according to my needs both in terms of aesthetics and practicalities. As some of you might already know, I recently acquired a pair of Salomon FSK crossmax skates.

I love them to death, they're most probably the sweetest rides I've ever skated on in my life. Custom heat moldable liner, shock asorbers, 247mm aluminium wheel frame...I could go on and on with the specifications. But for those who don't skate, you wouldn't understand a single bit of what I'm saying.

The thing that's really amazing with FSK skates is the fact that they're profiled based on old school aggresive skates, combined with a frame and wheel set up of a recreational cum hockey skate. What this means is that you can do all your usual aggresive moves, like slides and jumps; all with the exception of grinds of course. In addition to this you get the versatility of having the speed and agility that I love so very much.

Anyways I was never really satisfied with the colourway that it came with. Yes I loved the combination of reds, blacks, and whites; all tastefully brought together on the skate itself. But being influenced so much by the band Van Halen, inspiration struck; and I decided to pattern the colourway based off Eddie Van Halen's "Striped" homemade paint job. Most of Eddies early guitars spotted this colourway, he did it himself with the help of black and white tape, over a backdrop of red on his guitars. For the longest time I loved this paintjob so very much, in my opinion it was so unique and stood out so much without being overly gaudy.

Anways it looks something like this.

Image taken from www.wolfgangguitars.com

This paintjob has been so damn popular, so many Van Halen fans have been obsessed with it.

There's even a Van Halen Porsche GT3!

HOW HARDCORE IS THIS!
Image taken from www.gunnarracing.com

It took quite a while but I got it down on my skates.

Step One.

I masked the whole damn skate at the parts I didn't wish the paint to be on.

Damn irritating to do, but extremely crucial.

Step Two.

I cut out the exact pattern I wanted the stripes to be based on, and then spray painted the whole damn thing white!

Very improvised and Very homemade.

Step Three.
I removed all that damn tape. But I ran into a couple of unforeseen circumstances, the material of the skate was somewhat porous and caused the paint to bleed into other areas. I cleared that up a bit thanks to a paint marker and some thinner.

It looked something like this when it was all done.

VAN HALEN FSK SKATES!

I decided to leave out the black stripes since there was already so much black on the skate itself. I didn't want it to make such an obvious contrast. The quality is amatuer at most, but I'm pretty damn happy with the result!

I love this paintjob so much, I'm actually considering painting one of my walls in a Van Halen colourway!!!!

HUAT AH HUAT!

Christopher.

The word Ikea is a wierd one.

This is especially evident among Singaporeans, most pronounce it as EEE-KIAH, or even EYE-KIAH for that matter. But if I'm not wrong the right pronunciation is EYE-KEE-YAH.

Yes folks, according to my sister Cheryl its right tone is likened to that of the word Idea. Well anyways after shifting some bits of furniture in my room, I decided to head down there for some more change. It's a pretty amazing place, nicely designed furniture for cheap prices, although I wished that the quality could be better. For example, the desks are made of compressed wood instead of solid-bodied wood. It is for that reason that my desk is currently warped in the middle. But for all the nice stuff they have there, it makes me wish that I was the only one in the whole of singapore who knows about the place. Often time I find something I like and then when I go over to a friend's place, there it is! And there's just this silent agreement followed by a nod of the head...yes got that from Ikea right?

I've already got my eyes set on a couple of things, a very nice looking brushed champagne gold framed mirror, some carpets, curtains and a nice paper made zen type standing lamp. All I need now is some big big moolahs to assist me.

Another thing I love so much about that place is the food! Swedish meatballs anyone? I absolutely love that stuff. But then again it's not all that healthy to consume. I mean it's a mix of pork and beef, mass produced and shipped to all the IKEAS all over the globe. How safe can it be right?

But goodness me I love that shit so much, drowning in that nice tantalizing sauce coupled and chased perfectly with the sweet lingonberry sauce!

*Hungry yet Wan Wan?*


My sister and I stuffing our faces...

Another thing that fascinates me about the place is how they sell things totally unrelated with furniture or household goods for that matter. One such an example is the amount of silly stuffed toys they have there. Who the fuck is going to buy a stuffed bee???

Maybe just Charmaine and I...

To put over our heads.


Cheryl and I, looking most important.

So anyways in the end all I got myself was a 30 dollar clock. I grew really sick of my wooden brown clock with roman numerals and bronzen hands. Readibility on that clock really sucked ass bigtime, plus it had that scary creepy ticking sound coming out of it in the wee hours of the night.

I still want more stuff but that damn mirror is 189 dollars in damage!

Christopher.

I met up with my PRO SKATER gang of friends right after the BBQ. I love the whole friday night skate thing! We've made it a regular addition to our schedules already. This time round was the second time it took place. We started off from the usual ground of padang, but this time Eric and I checked out this place at esplanade, it's some underpass wide open space sort of thing, lot's of break dancers and even circus performers ala jugglers and uni-cyclists!

Well anyways my night skate was as awesome as usual, speed skating, weaving in and out of human traffic, jumping and riding down staircases, sliding over ledges. I so loves it. It just gives me such a big rush. I can't wait for the next one!!!

It seems everytime I go on one of these night skates I always get to see something out of the ordinary, last time it was the funny security guards we tormented at plaza singapura, this time some of us in the group might say it was passing by those manish looking sex workers next to palais renaissance, but for me it has to be the gargantuan coke bottle I saw while outside takashimaya!

Dunch believes me right???

Thirsty Yet?

Too bad I don't take any carbonated drinks other than beer!

But what I do eat...LIEW LIAN!


Till next friday...

Christopher

The beginnings of semesters are a really interesting thing. It's marked with the usual anxiety, but that is of course quickly quelled by the comforting familiarity of your friends. But the stuff I anticipate the most is the interactions between the friends I miss so much. I know it sounds so pussy and all but I actually missed all the nonsense stuff I did with them during my 3 week break.

Ok enough of my crappy reminiscing...my class or more rather the whole UB-SIM, comprising of both the junior and senior cohort; had a big ass bbq at east coast park. To make things a little more interesting, eye candy in the form of foreign exchange students tagged along as well. They're a really nice bunch. The ones from japan are somewhat like us, they do the program in some japanese university and then head over to buffalo to complete it.

Honestly speaking what really hit me the most when I interacted with them is how similar we all are. Yes it's true to say that we're all from different countries and all, experienced different social settings and all. But culturally speaking we are almost identical. We all dress the same way, think the same stuff is cool, listen to the same bloody music, I guess the only exception is the fact that they've never tried spicy food like the variety we have here. The food fared really well with the japanese guys, *OOOOOIIIIIISHEEEE NEEEH!* I guess it's all attributed to the extent that globalisation has taken root in all our cultures in general. This whole phenomenon breeds yet another conundrum, the whole idea of a culture of singularity sounds good and all. But if we're all homogenous, where does diversity and difference stand then?

MOVING ALONG NOW...

What I can't stand about BBQs or any other sort of party type situation for that matter is fucking spongers. WTF is a sponger?

1. Sponger

An lazy person who has made no effort to get things done, and sponging benefit from the other hardworking people surrounding him.

Used in a sentence:

I despise that bloody mofo wanker *insert name here*, he's a downright sponger.

These people lurk around everywhere...They in your classroom/workplace in the form of that colleague doing nothing and taking the credit when the projects are done. They're in the clubs when you're partying away with your friends, sneaking sips of alcohol from you. You get the idea right? Anyways they were ever more so apparent during the BBQ. No I'm not talking about the exchange students, they're guests and it's our duty to serve them up with our brand of Singaporean hospitality. But not all things Singaporean are good. There were some right wankers, using what I would call "eye and mouth" power to get the fire started and food prepared.

"NO NO NO LIKE THIS, COOK PROPERLY OK, CAN PREPARE MORE CHICKEN WINGS?"

Fucking spongers.

But it's all good, I'm sure as hell no Gordon Ramsey but I gave you food that I cooked and subsequently fell on the floor. I relished the looks of approval as you put all those little morsels of food down your pie holes.



Enjoy!

Christopher.

I've finally reached a stage where I'm a little more sane than over the past few days. The pictures taken by Rambo just got in a couple of days ago. Firstly let me give you folks a little insight as to what sunday was all about. The SUPER BEST FRIENDS CLUB typically does 4 things together, LOLLERSKATE, EAT, DRINK, AND CLUB. The last time we all clubbed was during the Thirst finals at zouk with sanchez and lawler. So this time it was Marco V at zouk on a sunday night.

The typical setup entails us getting nicely high and all at the kopi tiam next to zouk. We've gone there so many times that we're actually quite familiar with the staff there. But in particular we're all very familiar with STEVE! Now now...who the hell is Steve you might ask. I'm pretty sure you won't know him by name, but a visual aid would put things right into perspective for you.

Trust me...

Me, STEVE, and Wan Wan...

Rambo has proven himself time and time again to be a really good sniper. But this time he has really out done himself with this picture! I absolutely love this picture. I think we're going to frame it up and show it to our kids next time.

GETTING READY TO HUAT AGAIN!


Just me and my brother...Note the ROLEX...

I seriously have no idea what happened after this point in time. All that remains is the fact that I was really thirsty, and Marshall took full advantage of this fact. Thank you hor!

Some pics from inside zouk...

Me looking overly happy over nothing, Avis looking stunned, Wan Wan looking very much in love...note: you can almost see the AVIS ROLEX peeking out from Wan Wan's fingers!


This pic was taken from the Dj console. I have absolutely no idea what's going on, I hardly even remember posing for this shot to begin with! WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT? Anyways it's slightly out of focus and all, blame it on the crazy lights and smoke. It kinda looks like we're all being deep fried and loving it at the same time.

I had a lot of fun, but I wished I remembered most of it. Marshall refreshed my memory nicely the next day.

I've got quiet a big day ahead tomorrow with the UB BBQ at east coast!

Happy happy happy!

Christopher.

I came home pretty early from school this morning. I felt really shitty at school today. I kept dozing off during my lecture and the best bit of it all was that it was the first class of the day! So what did I do, I slept for the most of accounting and finally decided I had enough and went home to sleep. I slept for a damn friggin long time. I must have reached home around 11. I slept till 4!!!

I decided it was enough of slacking for the day.

See right during the previous day my daddy'o brought me to get a new LCD monitor. Let me give you a little background information on my otherwise current computing setup. I got my pc when I was in junior college...you do the math with regards to the time. My CRT monitor has been giving me shit ever since last year with warped images. Avis decided to help me out and pass me one of his spare monitors lying around his house. So he hauled it all the way from tampines...and when it got here, I plugged it in, and everything is out of focus!

For those of you who are 4 eyed monkeys try looking at your screen without your glases on...yes that's what monitors from tampines look like.

Anyways I appreciate the thought my brother!

So I'm a happy boy right now with my spanking new Samsung 17 inch baby!

It's compact size and efficiency inspired me to do a little redocorating. I got rid of my computer desk today and shifted my whole computer setup to my study/slacking/smoking desk. The shelf which used to be there is now next to my window. I transfered my bed to the corner of my room. The result...a shit load of spare space right now!

My room actually has an echo right now when you shout out loud loud!

Who would have thought right?

So I've got a nice spacious room right now. I think I might be heading to Ikea or whatever to see what other additions I can use to make my room a nicer place. I still have a shit load of mess to clear up, books + magazines + clothes etc. And I also have to go get a lightbulb to replace the broken one in my lava lamp.

Right I'm right now in total shack balls mode. My shirt is soaking from sweat and there are lingering bits of dust hanging on to my clothes from all that moving.

Just me and my 17 inches of LCD joy!

Christopher.

So yes I guess all I needed was some good old fashion rest and recuperation. I'm pretty much ok right now after my phone conversation to sleep last night. I got to school on perfect timing today. And it was my executive day, the day I dress up in formal clothing to attend the mundane activities of school. Actually Cynthia, I didn't do it for fun or whatever, the possibility of work loomed over my wednesday anyways. I hope you get well from your bout of food poisoning!!!! Really soon ah! Remember our chocolate bread thing ok!

I got back my music test, I got 23.5 out of 25. WHY??? I expressed my time signature as a fraction. What the fuck right? And my bass clef lacked the two little dots. But here's the best part...

For my last question where we get to choose a piece of music andf show what it means to us or whatever, I did mine on Paganini's 24th caprice. I think I went a little overboard on the description and analysis, so much so that my teacher actually thinks I play the violin.

*LOLWTFPLAYTHEVIOLIN!*

So anyways I got full marks for the Chopin thingie. Yay! I actually feel inspired to try learning one of chopin's nocturnes...I emphasize the word "TRY".

As the day went by, more nonsense happened.

The nonsense kept me sane.

I'm not going to watch the new star wars movie. I so so so am not. I think it's all hype.

Pure Hype.

Besides why would I want to when I have characters already exisiting in my class?


Christopher.

I'm not really sure what the fuck was wrong with me. But ever since Sunday night I've been feeling so damn paranoid about everything. It's as if some really big wave of insecurity has swept over me and taken me to the land of paranoia. I'm not even sure what the hell I did on sunday night. But of course I have some recollection of the events that transpired and that's the part that scares me the most. That I was actually capable of such behavior...once again.

Well anyways ever since then, I'm not even sure why but I've been just feeling so friggin scared.
It worries me so much that I could actually let myself slip into such a state...

I think that's why I've stayed away from doing the stuff I usually do, and that kind of includes blogging especially. Sorry for the lack of...

Anyways I woke up in a semi-drunken state on monday morning. I know some of you think it's not at all possible, but just trust me on this. It really happened to me. I tried to drink more water but that only made my tummy grumbly. Anyways I did manage to sober up after about 3 hours. I went LOLLERSKATING with my SUPER BEST FRIENDS.

It's been pretty damn long since we did that yeah?

I met up with my newly found friend Cheryl at newton first, headed down to east coast together with her and mark after that. Marshall and Avis only showed up a few hours later though. But it's ok at least you guys made it. We skated and skated, and my sweat actually tasted like alcohol! Just when I thought I had enough alcohol, Marshall goes ahead and instigates me to buy another...


But it was really nice hanging out in the company of my friends. Perhaps the only form of sanity which I could hang on to in my state of insecurity. Fuck I don't even know what the hell I was insecure about to begin with, but I guess it's just one of those days.

I learnt so much that night with Mark, yes we did. I finally am able to do my super duper rocket fish brain jump now, I'll get the opportunity to try it out come friday night during my night skate in town. And yes slalom susan is improving! Very soon I'll graduate to cones and become truly gayness on wheels.

The jetty was really beautiful that night. I really love the way light plays with water, I'm not even sure how to put it into words but it's as if it's alive during the whole reflection process.


I have a lot of catching up to do.

Christopher.

I have a somewhat hazy recollection of the events of last night. Yes I drank way way too much. It's one of those times after which, you don't ever wanna have anything to do with booze anymore. I think I've reached that sad state right now. Fuck it's bloody 2pm in the afternoon and I'm still high.

what the fuck.

Last night was awesome. No I didn't get laid. Instead I spent my night in the company of my super L337 LOLLERSKATING CREW. Along with Rambo, we embarked about the LOLLERSKATING ADVENTURE OF A LIFETIME from my place at around 2230hrs, linked up with the rest about 2245hrs...D-DAY H-HOUR SIAL! That some army speak for you, I can't seem to shake off all my military hokkien platoon jargon.

Anyways we skated like crazy, started off from the padang and moved along to the boat quay area, only to get chased away by otherwise slack jack security guards.

I felt like a kid again.

I remember how it used to be last time when it was me and my 746 skate crew. I'm not quite sure about the name but I remembered it to be conjured after our telephone numbers. In those days got no handphone, the most uber you could go was a pager, but none of us had that kind of crap anyways. It was made up of Nicholas, Paul and Myself. Sometimes we would have all sorts of funny characters joining us, some chicks from my roller hockey team, and some miscellaneous characters. These included this ang moh guy called Nash who could only do a misty flip...think an inverted 540 through the air. And then there was this crazy Korean guy called Kim, he was our Johnny Knoxville on skates. Then of course there were the NPCs or non-player characters, like the macdonalds guy at united square, and the security guards we made friends with...and of course that long haired mat rocker I made friends with at the united square pub.

In those days no one even attempted aggresive skating here in Singapore. The sport was still relatively new, and most folks in Singapore were down with recreational type skating. Plus the government was really against skating...they saw us as vandals. So what did we do? We learnt tricks off magazine pages, after numerous falls and other physically hurtful situations we made it.

Our favourite spot was of course United Square. In our language it was curb paradise. There was about 150 meters of nicely waxed steps for us to play on. 7 steps of heaven to launch of to do all sorts of funny flips. I missed it. We fucking owned that turf back in our time. All sorts of other aggressive skaters would come down, we'd watch them for just a bit and then unleash our can of whoop ass on them. Nicholas would launch off into his alley oop souyales and I did my rocket fishbrains.

There's so much to say, I could write a book about all the fun the 3 of us had. I remembered the time we were at united square and Pan Lingling showed up, back in the day, she was the resident hottie. Another time when Paul nearly got into a concussion after my wierd dream. And who could forget the time I destroyed Paul's drum kit during one of our destructive jam sessions!

The days of my youth. I yearn for them so much right now.

We used to skate for hours on end without a single care in the world.

Nicholas...I found some nice pics, gonna get them developed and post them, then all the world can marvel at our power.

So anyways I'm no longer an aggresive skater, I've still got it, I proved it to Nicholas last December and right now he still owes me 3 out of the 5 jugs we wagered on. But right now, I'm SLALOM SUSAN. I've got into the realm of freeskating, using the urban environment to do tricks like jumps and slides, and of course a bit of slalom, but no grinding. Slalom Susan is of course a term conjured up by KIASU QUEK...aka Nicholas.

We went from the Padang to Shenton Way, to the Esplanade and then to Orchard. It was awesome. Really it was. I love all the urban obstacles like the steps, and high ledges. We're going to make it a regular thing happening every friday from now on.

In the midst of the speeding madness I took a picture...

This was taken at Fullerton Hotel, I have a lot of memories surrounding that place especially sitting by the bridge.

I wish I could go back...

if only for just a while...if only.

Other than a nice night, I had a really good time with Marshall as well. Just goofing off laughing away at our secret handshakes and other grammatical errors made by us. And yes Cynthia was right, the Ban Mian at Scotts just R0X MY 50CK5!

I love Ban Mian. I love LOLLERSKATING.

AND MOST OF ALL I LOVE MY SUPER BEST FRIENDS!

Especially you!

Christopher.

I feel so super 80s right now. For most folks here, the 80s probably represent an orgy of the sounds heard at Mambo Nite at Zouk, filled with irritating sounds of Bananarama and other best forgotten popish music. But for me the 80s represented a time in Rock music where more was more. I've been listening to Van Halen the whole damn day, rocking away in my room to my invisible guitar slung stylishly low near my knees.

In my opinion the 80s was a perfect time for Rock. Concerts were filled with non-stop overloads of pyrotechnics, groupies lined up by the hundreds just to get with members and best of all guitarists could play any amount of damn notes squeezable into a musical bar and get away with it. I love it. Every single song just screamed attitude and rebellion. I loved the neon spandex, the big hair, tight leather pants, long hair and most of all the constipated pained expression on lead guitarist's faces everytime a high note came along.

Show us how it's done Eddie!

I wish it never ended.

But alas a new era has dawned upon us. A time where manufactured consent is better than pure home grown talent. Gone are the days where the pure virtuousity of musicians could be appreciated.

I'm still trying very hard to play like Eddie, yet alone someone as high and mighty as Steve Vai.
I'll get there soon...

I'm so extremely exhuasted right now. This week has really taken its toll on me to the fullest extent of its reaches. The tests, the quizes, and of course the super long hours. But ever so often there will be a lecture that you go to which just inspires you. I had this in the form of my organizational behavior and human resource management lectures.

We just got a new prof from the State University of New York faculty coming down to teach us. But he's not like the rest that we've got before. He hasn't always been in the field of academia, he's actually been working in the private sector for most of his professional career. The good point about this, we students actually get first hand information about how to apply ourselves in the market.

Dr. Barry Friedman is one such an individual. He's probably been here for about a week already. I find is ability to just seemingly rattle off about so many vast subjects so intriguing. The best part of it all, he's a good sport.

Just check out this photo...


I'm really looking forward to his classes.

I had a leaky whistling nose today in class. Seriously, I did. You guys watched Me, Myself and Irene before? Remember the part where Hank gets the crap beaten out of him and ends up with a wheezing irritating nose? My nose resembled that today. Mara couldn't take it and decided to take out her disatisfaction with a pen and paper...


I went down to queensway after school today to pick up the bootlegged music textbooks, what a chore. But I'm pretty sure I'll do just about anything for my friends. The unfortunate happened though...it fucking rained like hell. I got really wet even though I was in my FERRARI RED ADIDAS JACKET. I finally got myself into a cab and ended up paying 8 bucks just to get my sorry ass back to the comfort of my home.

I'm going to have lunch with Marshall tomorrow. I'm pretty happy about her progress at school to say the least. She's been doing really well aceing all her quizes...you're gonna get there Marshall, that A is within your reach, and you've got your loyal Sergeant right here behind you.

Anyways I want to go try the Ban Mian at Scotts as recommended by Cynthia tomorrow. It better be good ok Ta Jie! I can't wait to go check out holland next week and get my dosage of chocolate bread.

I'M SO FUCKING CRAVING A NICE WARM LOAF OF YOU RIGHT NOW, UNDERSTAND CHOCOLATE BREAD?!?!?

I can almost taste you and I already want more...

See you tomorrow Marshall.

Christopher.

I got to school on time this morning. I'm rather proud of myself. It's probably been one of the few times I've been on time since this semester started, especially since my 45 min delay in my performance at accounting class. The first thing on my schedule for the day was my feared music test. But fucking hell it turned out to be a total insult of my intelligence. "MARK ANY 2 NOTES ON THE STAFF WHICH ARE A SEMITONE APART." WTF right?

Seriously I feel they should have given all of us some sort of entry test to determine whether we actually needed to take this course. Firstly it's a waste of time and secondly taking an additional useless module costs a lot of money!

But never mind, extra credit is better than no credit at all. And I need all the credits I can find to pull up my GPA.

Anyways I'm sure there are a lot of you out there anticipating the opening of the new star wars movie. In case you folks at home don't know, there already have been people lining up just to be the first to catch the final prequel to this saga.

http://www.nyline.org/

Nuts totally nuts if you ask me.

The nuts factor has spilled into my daily university life as well. Already as it is several people already resemble the characters in the movie. There are a few jaba the huts, I'm almost reaching there. I saw something of resemblance today to one of the characters, but I just couldn't place it. I'm not a hardcore star wars fan or whatever, but I remember this small frail looking character wearing a black hood walking around with darth vader all the time. After consulting Rambo, my resident SME (Subject matter expert) on this problem; he immediately told me it was the emperor, and even gave me his full name! Rambo, you're a fucking closest star wars geek!

The emperor looks something like this...


Mara did her best impression today...

Everything seems to be in place, but I think a costume change would complete the whole thing. Everything else is perfect if you ask me.

In other news I got myself a new set of wheels for my LOLLERSKATES today. It's only been a couple of months and my 80mm wheels have worn down to about 56mm! I attribute this to either my frequency in skating or the weight of my body exerted punishingly on my old wheels. So in with the new out with the old! I'm going to test these new babies out this weekend! I can't wait.

Avis came over today to see me. And he brought me some nice goodies too! He had better, it's been damn long since I've met up with my SUPER BEST FRIEND BROTHER. He's been basking in the glory of his lovey dovey honeymoon period with Chocolatety Wan Wan. He brought over for me 3 authentic bar beer glasses! One tall 30 ouncer BECKS, one Tiger, and one Carlsberg! But what's some nice brew without some smokes!

Avis brought me 5 packs of ciggies.

Brother you rock lah. Really. Seriously.

J00 R0X0R5 W0R!

I found out yet another new piece of information today. The layer of foam that come with your beer is actually called the CROWNING. How uber is that! And it's suppose to be exactly 2 fingers in depth.

I'm pretty good at pouring beer but it's better I let Jim my resident bartender give you folks a demo.

TAKE IT AWAY JIM.

Watch and Learn Girls and Boys!

Christopher.

I drank 3 cans already today, the remaining 2 sit motionlessly on my shelf right now. I gave on to Charmaine. I'm running on Milo Overload right now, my mouth is dry, my tongue feels like sandpaper from the combination of milo and cigarettes. I'm not going to drink another can in a damn long time.

Lesson Learnt.

Something has been bothering me for quite some time.

It has to do with my sleep. Or more rather what happens to me when I'm sleeping. As it is I don't really get enough slumber, and when I do it's oftentime interrupted. I don't know how should I actually start about it proper. It all started a few years ago, possibly 2 or 3. The exact time escapes my memory right now. I find myself being awoke by the sense of extreme pressure being exerted on my body. No it's not some robber trying to have his way with my virgin asshole. I'm pretty damn sure of this.

Anyway the previous episode went something like this.

I awoke to find myself sinking deeper and deeper into my bed. No it was not my imagination, I could actually feel the back of my head go deeper into my pillow and my bed conforming slightly to the pressure being exerted on me. I closed my eyes in fear, but after a while when the whole episode was over, I opened them to see a dark figure getting off the right side of my bed only to dissappear into god knows where.

I thought long and hard about what happened to me. Inititially I dismissed it as a figment of my imagination possibly conjured up by my restless mind. But the better of me felt it was more than that. Subsequently I learnt about something called Night Terrors while learning psychology. The explanation of this phenomenon suggests that it occurs during stage 3 or 4 of sleep, not during REM sleep. REM sleep is not falling asleep while listening to "Losing my Religion" or other hits churned out by the band. But it actually means Rapid Eye Movement, whereby which the persons eyes actually dart around randomly under his/her eyelids during sleep. The Night Terror then causes the individual to wake up in a state of extreme panic, screaming and sweating away feverishly.

That's the thing that hit me. I wasn't screaming, in fact I tried to, but all that came out of my mouth was my breath. I tried so hard to move, and in the end I couldn't at all. It was as if what I saw or experienced was meant to happen to me.

As scary as this sounds, I've gotten pretty damn used to it. I view it as a form of excitement from the everyday passing nature of life.

I happened to me again last night. I woke up to something or someone shaking me violently. I saw a figure of someone hovering over me. Ghost or no ghost, I told myself Fuck it. But in the end I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Hence I got to school 45 mins late.

What to do...what to do?

I haven't really spoken much to anyone about this other than a few people who are close to me. But like I mentioned previously, I've got used to it.

In other wierd occurances, my sister's sore eye crappiness has not faded from view. (pun totally intended.) But her spastic-ness has spreaded to the rest of her face. Remember how your parents told you never to make funny faces lest you wake up the next morning with a face like that to last you a lifetime? My sister never learnt her lesson, but it's all good. She can do her silly faces on command right now. It's like second nature, except that it's a talent to be relished.


But I suppose triats such as these run in the family from one sibling to another. However this line of inheritance did not stem from me. More rather it was from my other sister, as demonstrated in this other photo...


Why in the world is Cheryl called Bobby?

Well my mother named her after our very ANAL TO THE MAX Uncle. He's totally anal about everything, from how he shared stuff with his siblings, to how clean his floor is. Maybe he has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder or OCD. Cheryl is no different. She's the kind who takes things without permission but when you do it to her, you get the whole "HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED" type response.

But it's all good Cheryl I can see past your shortcomings, it's not your fault. The feared Bobby Gene decided to skip me and took the better of you. I love you still. And I'm sure Mr. "NOTHING STANDS IN OUR WAY" does too.

Christopher.

Starting class at 9 and ending it at 4 is no friggin joke! My sleep deprived body got up late today. I got to school 45 minutes late. What a great start. I walked into accounting not knowing what the hell was going on, I've got a quiz on thursday. BEST BUY.

The music quiz is tomorrow as well. I can feel myself drowning in the heat of all this pressure right now, I'm not even sure where the fuck to start. To complicate matters further I just started 2 new classes today, organizational behavior and human resource management. The best part of this is that the classes are conducted back to back lasting 2 long hours each! And they're taught by the same lecturer. It's interesting and all, but I can't help but find myself nodding off to the lecture itself.

I got myself a 6 pack of Milo Can! It only cost me about 5 bucks. The elitist 7-11 downstairs can eat my shorts for selling then at $1.30 a piece. Yes Marshall I know it's fattening and all. :P

Time to study some Tao Gei.

Christopher.

I hardly slept a single wink last night. Instead my hours of otherwise slumber were spent on the phone with Marshall discussing about her assignment. She's currently doing a course in Mass Communication with The University of Oklahoma. And to correct the ideas of Wan Wan and Avis, it's not in Japan. I know it sounds so Japanese, but it's not alright? It's actually a State located in the Central Portion of North America. Anyways Marshall has some assignments on research methods. I'm not some subject matter expert myself, but I did a course in psychology last semester so the stuff I learnt with regards to hypothesises and shit like that was pretty relevant.

It took us about an hour to get through one hypothesis. She had to turn in 3. In case you're wondering WTF a hypothesis is, it's actually a clear predictive statement. An example would be, masturbation will make you go blind or some other nonsense like that. It took us over 3 hours to complete the assignment. This included regular bouts of me, getting out of bed to turn on the light and reaching out for my textbooks. It came to a point where I ran out of smokes, after a brief pause in the discussion; I went downstairs to buy myself a pack and 2 bottles of BonCafe Mochas. The smokes eased my worried mind, the mochas well, only served to make that mind of mind ever more active through the day.

I took a shower before heading to bed to cleanse my feverishly working body, I slept for about an hour or so only to get up at 730am to take another shower. Which of course means I took 2 showers in the span of less than 2 hours!

I'm so clean.

I'm surprised I actually made it to school on time. The fucking moody printer of the library gave it's half assed performance once again. I got there on time but due to printing problems I had to wait for my assignment to turn out before heading to class. I think I went on overkill with my Chopin thingie. I probably wrote about 300-400 words for the description, and 300 words for the analysis.

Music class was of course a solace of bliss for me. It's just so refreshing to come to school and learn about something which I am passionate about. More nonsense awaited me in class today as Mara went on making her silly jokes. We're going to compile all the spastic jokes that she has conjured up in that little book of her's. I finally managed to find a copy of the music textbook today, the damn thing costs 60 bucks! Rocky was kind enough to lend one to me.

I headed down to town in my semi-zombie state. I fell aslep on the bus, everything that happened after I got out of class is a hazy blur to me right now. I'm really having difficulty remembering anything that took place after leaving the lecture hall. Luckily for me I woke up just right in front of the Istana...if not I'd probably end up still asleep on the bus at some random bus interchange.

Marshall and myself went to pasta mania for lunch. I have nothing against that place, but it's just I have already tasted the best pasta Singapore has to offer. And that is of course from the skillful hands of my Daddy'o. The second best pasta I've had the opportunity to sample is at the Da Paolo group of restuarants. My personal favourite outlets are the ones located at Bukit Timah and Holland Village. Damn good shit. I'm super craving the Tagliatelle with Duck Liver as I'm typing out this post right now.

WTF is tagliatelle? Well think pasta but like hor fun sized wheat noodles. Actually pasta was brought to Italy during the travels of Marco Polo during the reign of the Mongols in China. It ain't the other way around folks.

I had pasta stuffed with spinach and cheese, it was good, well actually it was good for the price. It's only $6.90...compared to the about 40 bucks I pay for a plate at Da Paolo. In our zombie like states, we eat our meals, with me sipping on some nice afternoon beer. This is the first time I'm having a bottle of brew with lunch!

I'm not an alcoholic, the last time I drank was during beer induced rollerblading.

But I'm so craving on right now...someone please keep me from my fridge.

I watched the interpreter today. It's such a good movie. The last time I caught a thriller this good was probably The Fugitive, you know; the one with Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones in it. I loved Sean Penn's performance, it was so so so good! Please go watch the movie! And don't talk too much during it either because you're gonna miss all the little interconnecting bits.

I seriously couldn't take it anymore after that. I slept like a big fat baby. It only hit me today that my house is a really noisey place, 6 people living together can be a hell hole of a decible riot. My sister had the simpsons on the tv, my mother nagging at my other sister to study, and my dad going on and on about god knows what...while I'm trying to get some sleep. CACOPHONY AH!

I'm feeling damn awake right now. I'm afraid history will repeat itself and I'm just going to get an hour or so of sleep once again. Other than that I feel like a true blue pig, complete with the nose and curly tail. All Marshall and I did today was eat, drink, smoke and sleep! BEST LIFE LAH!

Tomorrow I resume the mundane repetition of ending class at 4. Start at 9 end at 4!!! Torture Torture!!!

I have to sleep, my skin is terrible right now, the pores are so big you could probably hold the next fun-o-rama there.

Christopher.

So it's a rather uneventful end to my first week of semester 4. Gone are the days of drunken stupors at Zouk and long totaly unecessary suppers at random late night eateries. I spent my entire Saturday at home relaxing, alternating between the solace of my guitar and my xbox. Speaking of Xbox, I'm really excited about the release of the new successor to the already fabulous Xbox. It's called the Xbox 360, read Xbox 360; not Y-Box as concurred by Sniper Rambo. There's way too much for me to say about it, I'd rather you go read about and feast your eyes on the wonderful aesthetics of the console itself.

It is my great pleasure to present to you, The Xbox 360.
GameSpot: Xbox 360
*Sony Playstation go Fuck yourself.*

*RECOGNIZZZE!*

Yes surely it's going to run me a bomb of a price tag, I've already contacted the relevant surgeons regarding my kidney sales.

I can't wait!

But I'm slightly skeptical right now, knowing the principles of Bill Gates and Gang towards piracy; I think it's going to be damn hard to get copied games. Hopefully my friends up north in JB will have this slightly setback taken care of.

I went LOLLERSKATES today at East Coast. My SUPER BEST FRIENDS CLUB chose to do their own individual thing today. Rambo had tennis and squash to maintain his combat fitness, Avis and Wan Wan had his grandmother's birthday bash to go to, and Marshall had to clean up her room and do some work.

Instead I went with my pro-skater internet buddy, Eric. The guy has only been skating for about 4 months and already he's super way uber than me. I'm ashamed. But it's all good. I love skating with people who are better than me, I learn much more that way.

I'm so super tired right now. The only befitting description of this sensation right now is the word SHACK BALLS. I had trouble lifting my utensils at the dinner table just now with my family. After skating I went to the fitness corner located at Marine Parade to attempt to do some strength building exercises. It only served as a grim reminder that I'm super unfit right now. My pullup number has dropped from an impressive 32 to a measely 10 right now. My wrist is still bummed out from the fall I took on the way to Mara's house, I can't even do a single pushup. I have to get it fixed.

I did about 5 sets of 8 pullups and decided to call it a day after a bunch of kids started laughing at my constipated facial gestures while completing each tiresome repetition.

I spent the last few hours since I got home working on my music assignment. It ain't that easy interpreting a piece of music into a bunch of words on paper. The English language is just so limited that it bearly does justice to a personification of virtuosity such as Chopin. I did it to the best of my abilities, hopefully it all goes well.

Other than that I watched a couple of Dvds over the weekend. They were all pretty damn good. I really love arty independent movies. They have such a strong focus on life itself and the tensions experienced between characters. I caught "We don't live here anymore", starring one of my fave actresses Naomi Watts. I loved 21 grams so damn much, even if it was so damn depressing.

You have the lost wife, half the time high as a kite on crack; and the reformed yet lost in faith ex-convict. So much tension!!! It reminded me of the movie Magnolia. Actually it's kind of similar when you think about it. How so many characters, seemingly disconnected from one another can change each other's fate; just from being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Go watch Magnolia if you ever have the chance.

Bloody good and Bloody underatted.

There's just no good movies right now in theaters. I hate soppy love stories, they are just useless reflections of unachievable states. I bloody hate action movies, especially those filled with needless bouts of destruction such as mid afternoon car chases, gun shots and explosions.
But for some reason I love idiotic humour. Like that of the movies created by the Farelly Brothers.

I'm eagerly anticipating the Interpreter.

Marshall watch with me please?

I've fallen in love with a new beverage. No it's not alcoholic. I didn't touch alcohol at all this weekend. The last time was on wednesday at Avis' birthday. This time it's got to do with coffee. I chanced upon the new drink by Nescafe today at east coast, but since I didn't have much dough on me, and coupled with the fact that the ATM only dispensed 50 dollar notes, I gave it amiss. But of course I couldn't wait to get my mittens on it. There's a 7-11 downstairs from my apartment!

Nescafe Tiramisu Coffee drink is good shit.

But what amuses me the most is perhaps the malay spellings of english vocabulary located on the labelling found on the bottle. For example, the word exotic, in malay is written as eksotik! LOLWTFEKSOTIK! I mean it's just so damn similar. Why change it to begin with. It reminded me of my last trip to JB...

We were passing by this row of shophouses, and the district consisted of mainly medical clinics. I saw a physiotherapist. All was normal.

BUT GET THIS...

PHYSIO EQUALS FIZZIO IN MALAY!

Don't accuse me for being racist please. I'm not, and I try my very best not to even show any form of discrimination. But the dynamics of the language are just so hilarious!

I read an article about how one can get sued for libel, defamation and slander; with regards to the content of one's blog.

I've already given this new ruling much thought and consideration.

THANK GOODNESS FOR NICKNAMES!

Christopher.

I feel so cheated. I typed out 2 really long posts and just when I was all done with them and clicked the publish button, I got some idiotic message that Blogger was under maintenance. Best Buy. I'm so pissed off right now. I'm not quite sure I can recollect whatever it was that I wanted to say. But I'll try.

Actually I'm not going to do that, I just don't have the fucking mood right now. Instead let me expound on my friday. I always tell myself to sleep in whenever I have the opportunity, be it after a drunken stupor at Zouk or just a long day at school. But some some stupid reason the Precise Army Alarm Clock in my body just refuses to comprehend my tiredness. So I got up at 830...only one hour later than usual. I headed down to the familiar claustrophobic hell hole of the Nokia Care Centre. Even waiting to collect your already repaired cellphone takes more than an hour! And me and Rambo got there when it just opened for the day!

I finally got my drivers shit thing done today. I've decided to try and put behind me the trauma of past events. I'm going to have to drive anyway some day. It might as well be now. Fucking hell 24 also no drivers! The place reminded me of some sort of external logistics army unit. It even has a designated smoking area, ala Yellow Box. I got there and took 6 dollar photographs, bloody waste of money, thanks for not telling me earlier Rambo.

The photograph however was less than satisfactory. The person working the machine conveniently left out the customary *1-2-3-SMILE!* command before snapping.


I showed this to brother Avis. He says I look as if I'm going to run 20 people over before I get my drivers.

My legs feel like breaking from spending the whole day walking around in shopping centres.

Christopher.

Before I even begin to bore you with my ramblings concerning my day, let me first show you folks at home my sister. The sore eye epidemic has hit my household hard. Not even the youngest in the family has been spared! My sister, Charmaine; has demonstarted this with her retarded eyes, showing their equally retarded colour.


I had my second music class for the semester today. It's getting kind of irritating though. Not the course itself, but the endless background noise courtesy of god knows who. I seriously find it damn irritating. No offence to anyone in particular but if you're not interested please F-O. FUCK OFF. *kaythxlala~~*

So anyways I did the customary "go to town after school have lunch cuz there's nothing better to do" ritual. It was with Mara again. AGAIN. ALONE. I had the nice nice northern indian food at the scotts food court. I seriously have to be careful about that place. Every single time I got there I never ever fail to spend more than 6 bucks. I paid 7.50 today. For indian food in a damn food court! Sigh me and my chicken tika.

I spent the next few hours taking pictures of us doing retarded pictures. Mara wanted me to document her best Chao Yang impression. Yes it's not politically correct to say such things. I have nothing against mentally challenged people. I just have something against people who try to imitate them, and end up looking even worse.

Hence I present to you...Exhibit A.


The madness spreaded further and even spilled over into the afternoon commuters on board the buses...


All said and done, that pretty much was my day in a nut shell. Today is my SUPER BEST BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY! Avis turns 22 today. I've known this guy since national service, we were both buddies in SISPEC together and we've stuck together since then. Through all the crap and even fall outs with other freinds we've stuck by one another no matter what the fuck happens!

BROTHER MARK MY WORDS, HECK EVEN FUCKING TATTOO THEM ON YOUR SKII TONED SKIN...

YOU WILL NEBER WALK ARONE!

As promised he brought Wan Wan and I to his super top secret undisclosed location of a seafood joint located somewhere near the Elite Naval Diving Unit! At first I thought he was going to trick me into going on some lame ass fishing trip with him, but instead I was rewarded with loads and loads of stomach space occupying delicacies! DEEP FRIED BABY SQUID...I LIKES!

While I'm on the note of Avis, I'm also very happy for him. The boy has found love! And love came in the form of Wan Wan! Yes folks I ARE CUPID. He truly deserves it, 4 years already and no girlfriend since then!

I'm very happy for you, but please learn how to smile properly.

I don't care how pretty and hot and brown chocolately Wan Wan is. You will always remember that my Rolex > than Your Rolex!

M3N5 51Z3 PWNZ J00 B0Y5 51Z3!

I really wish I could post the picture that we took in front of my apartment block. But we really look like a bunch of idiots. See right, we headed to Wala Wala with Marshall after our celebratory dinner. We didn't get shit faced or anything like that but still pretty red from my gargantuan serving of HoeGarden...or however the hell you spell that shit. I approached some randomo from the pub downstairs of my house to take a picture. He can't shoot for shit.

Playing 5-10 with Marshall is a sure way to get majorly fucked in the ass bigtime. I feel as if a whole beer mug has been stuffed up that one way street. I keep losing to her! Actually we have our streaks, just that my losing streaks last pretty much longer than her's! I'm going to take her to eat WARM CHOCOLATE CAKE TOMORROW! And yes, it's about time I go register for driving.

I have finally overcome the fear of driving after a near death experience with one of my best friends PIMPIN' NICHOLAS (There I mentioned you on my blog! Now send me some of your dashingly handsome pictures to go along with it.) Marshall is gonna take me to do it tomorrow. SWEET!

I had fun today.

Tomorrow's gonna be much better.

Christopher.

I am so super fucked for this semester. My program has some funny conditions for students who want to remain in the course. One of such offered by The University of Buffalo, or more rather its school of management; is the fact that you have to score a min GPA of 2.5 in order to advance to the management courses offered by the university. I haven't done that badly, but the crappy fact of the matter is that I've only done well on the subjects that do not constitute the prerequisites. In the light of the current hype surrounding the new anticipation towards the new Star Wars movie, let me rephrase that in Yoda Speak.

Fucked to the max I am.

But the force is still very much strong with this young Jedi. I have to achieve at least a B- for my accounting course this semester and fucking hell repeat economics next semester. I won't only make it happen but I'm going to strive for an A in order to pull my GPA up even further. That's the grim realization of it all. That being educated does not only entail learning a subject but also doing well in it. I've woken up to this a pretty long time ago, but right now it's all becoming ever more so apparent to me.

I had my first accounting class today with Manek. I still feel like a kid in the lecture though, I cracked jokes among my friends about his analogies towards management accountants being the same as the trim taps on the back of row boats.

WTF is a trim tap? Well essentially it's the rudder. The very ignored yet ever more so delicate part of the boating equation that steers the boat on its course.

I need some direction right now.

Well anyways I've already made up my mind to work hard this semester and I'm not going to let anything stop me from making that happen.

I headed down to town after school today and hung out with Mara for a bit. Oh yeah I wore my intellectually stimulating spectacles as well. After lunch at lucky chicken rice, I found myself within the familiar confines of the Nokia Service centre. I fucking hate places that I have to wait for seemingly hours on end, filled at the same time with boundless crowds of people. Be not disillusioned, the Nokia Service Centre is one such a hell.

I ARE GEEK!

Anyway the time passed rather quickly playing games of 5-10 and another one which I do not have an english translation for its name. Basically it's called Hei Bai Chek or some shit like that. Players are pitted against each other in innocent games of siccors paper stone, here's the tricky part then...after that a shot of Nan Shen Ni Shen Pei is called out and the winner points randomly, up down left right; if the loser's head turns in the called direction he or she loses.

The even more interesting part of it all, is my ever present desire to put forth rather uncomfortable penalties. I had to run round the Nokia Centre like an idiot. Mara had to press her face against the store front window like a jackass.

Good Clean Fun I'd Say.

I've never been much of a Star Wars fan, but I've always marvelled at the vision of George Lucas. I mean it's just so profound that someone could have the know how to dream up such a grandoise vision and make it all come to life on the big screen. I stumbled upon a replica light sabre while walking in the rainy streets of town. This thing actually lights up and makes noises when you hit something against it. But here's the downside, or in my language; BEST BUY FACTOR! It bloody costs 240 dollars! But I want one. Email me if you're willing to donate *kaythxlala!~~*

I had some milk today, I don't even know why the fuck I am mentioning this in the first place. Admittingly speaking, I don't have any other better excuse to post this picture of me and my macho milk.


I had a really interesting conversation this morning on the way to school. I got a call from Melissa, she told me she read my blog and was really happy that I am taking a module in music this semester. I'm really happy for her. I thought back about our relationship during my day, I remembered the countless times she told me that if I didn't want her to go on posting she wouldn't. I cannot remember a single time where I said no. I still stand very firm and unregretful on that decision despite how we ended up.

I'm really happy for you Mel, you're the First Secretary to the UN!

HOW FUCKING UBER IS THAT!

Anyways say hi to Kofi for me while you're at it. :)

Tomorrow is Avis' 22nd birthday! And we're going to have some super seafood at some undisclosed location in Sembawang. Heck I'm not even sure where that place is! What I do know is that I'll be very happy in the company of my friends, or more rather THE SUPER BEST FRIENDS CLUB constituting of Avis, Maddie and the wonderful Marshall!

I can't wait to see you.

Christopher.

So it's the very first day of the new semester. I'm officially in my forth semester. It feels pretty funny actually, the time this year has passed so damn fast, we're already like at the middle of 2005. I don't really know why but time hasn't really always passed this fast for me. I remember what I was doing this time last year. I probably was in Taiwan getting ready for ATEC (Army Training Evaluation Centre), it's kind of like the final examination in your whole national service term. I've explained it for the non-military lot of you folks, and that includes all those clerks and non-combatant slackers among you. Anyways Taiwan was a pretty trying time for me, I drifted off from my ex-girlfriend; the only girl who I can confidently say that I was willing to spend the rest of my life with.

But all said and done, it's all good.

Life goes on and it does get better.

We're totally cool with each other and we're pretty good friends to say the least. I don't bear any grudges or anything of that sort. Until today she's been there for me whenever I need her and I've done the same as well.

Back on track. I got up at 745 freakin' AM to get ready for school. The only reason why I feel the need to get up so early is because I love taking my time in the morning. Time itself is a very wierd thing. Sometimes it goes by just like a blink of an eye, other times a minute in itself can seem like an hour. For some reason the time in the morning passes just like the wind, a feeling that you know exists but just forgetfully take for granted. I finally got on the bus at around 830.

It's pretty much a gamble from this point on.

I hate being in this sort of situation especially when it comes to the degree of punctuality of which I can achieve. But all said and done, I was fortunate enough to find my feeder bus right in front of the bus I was in when I reached the final stop at King Albert Park.

I've got some pretty profound modules to take this semester.

One of such is music. For those of you who know me, you've probably been introduced into my idiosnycratic world of guitar playing. I love that damn six...or sometimes in my case, seven string instrument. I've been at it since I was 12, sometimes being pretty damn proficient but right now I'm just in a total musical limbo. The stresses of everyday study life have taken away the opportunity to do some serious chop building.

So yes, I had my first music lesson today. It was rather interesting and thought provoking. I've never ever learned anything that has to do with theory per se. But of course I know WTF is a scale, interval, chords and shit like that. I just have no damn idea what to do with them once I've learned them. Another thing I've noticed is that my administrators choose some really qaulified indidviduals to teach us. That is something that has always strengthened my deep rooted belief in the quality of education that I am recieving. Anyways my music lecturer right now is some lady who has probably spent her whole life dedicated to learning and teaching music.

I've always admired individuals such as her. People who have the courage and the opportunity to pursue what they truly love. I've always wanted to do this. I was very dissapointed when I got accepted to Berklee during the age of 16 and upon my parents' disapproval deemed not allowed to go. But I strongly believe that parents do know and want the best for their children and I try my very best to be filial so I did as they wished.

I'm pretty happy with the way I turned out to say the least.

So anyways I'm going to embark on the journey of unlocking what all those like frenzied notes on staff paper mean. I've always wanted to know and this time I'm going to really work at it! Better still are the projects that I will have privillege to embark upon. I get to choose any recording or concert and do a musical analysis on it! SO COOL AH!

I'm brewing with anticipation right now. My first assignment is one of my favourite composers of all time. CHOPIN! Chinese helicopter friends...it ain't CHOPPING. Prounouced as "Show-Pahn", he composed some of the most beautifully haunting and technically challenging melodies for the piano! I already know what pieces I'm going to analyze...FANTASIE IMPROMPTU HERE I COME!

I'm excited! Very much so...

I spent some time hanging out with my classmates, Cynthia, Marilyn and Miss President Janetta. I really miss all of them. Having spent 3 weeks away from them has given me some serious withdrawal symptoms, so much so; that I felt the need to unleash a double dosage of my nonsense on them relentlessly!

*SHACK BALLS!*

We went to holland village after school to eat some nice hor fun, too bad though my favourite bakery was closed today. I simply love the chocolate loaves there to bits! I've got my friends hooked on it as well. You love it right Cyn!

That along with "DUN-EARN" Road.

I came home, slacked and smoked a whole bunch. I finally did what I've been longing to do for the whole week. I went to skate with Marshall today. I'm totally at ease with her. Even if she doesn't skate as fast as me. But folks, that is besides the point. A relax time is a Marshall time. So yeah I decided to save some money and took the bus to east coast. But my purchases that totally defeated my purpose to begin with.

GET THIS...

I skated under the influence of BEER! I'm incorrigible. But I love it. We headed to the hawker centre and ordered food and beer. I now know that when Marshall says she wants prawn noodle she means hokkien mee. I learnt that the hard way. So after 1 bottle and 2 cans later we found ourselves at the jetty, watching the night sky and all the little ships the littered the horizon passing the time away.

Too bad the night had to end early. I was really having a good time. But there will be others I'm sure...

The shower beckons my sweaty salty body...

Christopher.

So it's Mothers' day today.

The day you thank your mother for bringing you into this god forsaken world only to be exposed to the endless trials of difficulty it holds and the non-stop onslaught of stress that everyday life has to offer.

But seriously folks it ain't that bad.

My mother has been probably the best mother that anyone could ever hope for in the whole world. Am I boasting? Yes I am, but I'm just stating the facts as I have experienced them.
She, together with my dad; have been very supportive of me. Everything I have done, no matter how I have chosen to do it, they've stuck by me. Always there to lend their support and guidance to me whenever I need it. I thank the both of you for that!

So on mothers' day the rest of my siblings and I took her out for lunch at Din Tai Fung. Fucking hell they have the best xiao long baos in the whole wide world! Even Anthony Bourdain, world class celebrity chef; when interviewed by the Straits Times said that the best thing he has ever tasted in the world are the Xiao Long Baos at Din Tai Fung! I'm Xiao Long Bao obessed! But the cock up thing about that place is that they do not do reservations, everyone including the prime minister's son has to take a queue number and wait outside while looking in enviously on the various patrons stuffing themselves with all the delicious goodies that Din Tai Fung has to offer! We waited for about half an hour...it was worth it!

I'm not going to stop raving about the Xiao Long Baos, soft "melt in your mouth" type skin on the outside, sealing the tasty soupy juices flowed from cooking the pork and crab encased perfectly!

FUCKING HELL I WANT ONE NOW!

My dad still has that damn sore eyes. I have no idea what he has been ogling at this time.


I think there's some degree of telepathy that exists within my family. See, I got my mother a manicure voucher as a gift for mothers' day. My sister Cheryl got her a ring, Charmaine got her some fancy hand cream for labourers. My presents pales in comparison to Cheryl's...she didn't get just ANY damn ring...it was from Georg Jensen! BLOODY RICH WORKING CLASS FOLK!

If I was rich and working class I would have got my mom something much nicer, but I guess a manicure voucher would do now for a broke as shit university student. I spent more than half my week's allowance on it, CAN! So yeah all the presents have to do with making mom's hands nice and presentable. My mother has agreed to let her nails grow out for the next 2-3 weeks before she redeems it. Ain't that sweet? She has never ever gone for a manicure in her life! It's about time I pamper you mother. *Tai Tai style nonetheless!*

In case you're wondering what they look like...

Charmaine, Cheryl and My Mother.

I spent the rest of the day at work vegetating away on a quiet day in the shop. Sucks ass man, but someone's gotta do it. I played a couple of games of minesweeper with Iris over msn, where I insisted on playing for stakes. Be warned this woman is one hell of a minesweeper pro! Marshall in real life and one on the minefield! She even practices at home dodging pieces of sharp glass on her room carpet!

I lost, and now I have to wear a dress and take a picture. Sigh.

Tomorrow will be the first day of school for semester 4! I can't believe it...it's already been 4 semesters...so fast! This year has passed extremely fast compared to the last. I used to think my birthday will never ever come and now it's like slightly more than a month away. *Hint hint hint!*

I've got school from 9-1030 am for the whole week and no school on friday!
LIFE IS GOOD WOR! I have to skate tomorrow, I can feel the bulge in my tummy accumulating like a potential landslide waiting to spill over into my tight pants day by day! It's time to do something about it.

Healthy lifestyle here I come.

Christopher.

I was so damn nervous this morning. So damn nervous. I was tasked to take a group of UB-SIM freshies for orientation today. To make matters worse I got up late. I woke up at the time that I was suppose to be in school...8.45am! So 30 mins and 7 dollars worth of cab fare later, I found myself in school, discovering that the damn event actually starts at 10!

I finally got introduced to my group of freshies at around ten plus. It's funny how the organizers came up with the most creative, or more appropriately uncreative names for the groups. We were named after alphabets. My group was called H.
WTF H???

I recollect the amount of anxiety I had on the first day of school. I guess it's the same everywhere you go, regardless of the type of education you're recieving. But you seem to be ever more so aware of it at this stage since you're typically older and slightly more mature.

"Will I be well received among my peers? Will they think I'm some weirdo? Got any chio bu? Will I leave random pieces of liquidy food lying around on my face while going through the refreshments?"

Fucking hell, all the questions were pacing through my mind as I got ready for my first day at UB-SIM. Especially the last one!

I didn't have a bunch of seniors to look up to for direction in times when I had absolutely no idea on how to go about doing stuff. And furthermore I was zipping in and out of my army camp which made interaction with my classmates almost nonexistant. It really sucked ass.

I felt as if I was even more nervous than the freshies! Bloody administration put me as a lone ranger, my group had only one leader; being myself. Well I skipped the typical childish ice breaker games, and got into a more intimate discussion among them. I hate that kind of shit, why do we have to go finding out more about one another by threatening each other with a paper bat? Can't we just converse with each other like proper individuals in a more comfortable setting. Well I did exactly that. I didn't want to see GROUP H doing nonsense bullshit things. This put both parties at ease with each other. I told them about the type of education they were about to recieve and the standards that were expected of them.

Fucking serious wor!

Yes folks this is a damn fucking serious post. The pictures and nonsense will come very soon.

I can't help but feel that orientation is a damn nonsense thing. Everyone just doesn't want to be there. But look on the bright side, mine was organized by the 40 something year old administration, and the new batch's one is organized by us. I'm not exactly the best of all role models to emulate, but I will never make you guys do nonsense shit things like visit and learn how to use the damn library! So I took them back early and we talked a bit more cock while waiting for the games to start. I actually participated in captains ball today.

~*LOLWTFCAPTAINSBALL!!!*~

Of course we won the match!

But my group didn't win the final tally. All we got was a lousy ass pack of white chocolate. Bloody hell I so wanted to win the tolberone! Instead we got something called white dream or some nonsense like that. It ain't much but it's something.

But you're all champions in my eyes!

ANYHOW ANYHOW WIN WIN WIN!

What a cool bunch, there's even this kid with that super computer like Sony Ericsson phone and an ipod! And get this, the best part is his name! His name is Rocky! FUCKING A LAH! I wish my mom christened me Rocky too. How fucking bad ass is that balls?!?!

The after show is probably the most shithouse part of everything. My little SIM group of friends and I had to scrub off all the bloody flourXegg yolkXmilkXOreos from the floor. BEST BUY! But that soon turned out into a HUAT AH HUAT session all thanks to my brilliant water splashing talents!

I've been wanting to do this for the longest time. I'm not the only one who feels this way, but Mara also agrees with me. There's some sort of poster located in the cafeteria that we've been wanting to pose with. We finally mustered up the courage today prior to the orientation.

CHECK DIS!


That's probably as close that we're ever going to be coming to tasting them cookies...they bloody cost 1.80 for one! FOR ONE!

WHAT A FUCKING SHITHOUSE RIP OFF!

I had a lot of fun today.

And I hope you guys in GROUP H enjoyed it.

Christopher.

My day at Johor can best be summed up with the word hectic. To tell you folks the truth, I didn't even want to go there. Well the real reason for heading there was to pickup the contact lenses that I ordered. I know there are some motherfuckers right now laughing away saying I go all the way there to buy contacts. I paid 20 Singapore dollars for a box that will last me a year. Go fuck yourself. So back on track, daddy'o woke me up at around 9 this morning; which wasn't too good since I was on the phone with Marshall till about 5 in the morning. But the hardcore sleepless training undergone by me over the course of my holidays has upped my endurance towards tiredness.

So off we went to Johor. But of course many other things popped up on my agenda. There were the endless selection of pirated goods being dvds and Xbox games (W00T!), cheap cigarettes, and bubble gum for Marshall. I planned to enjoy all of these things to the fullest before I stepped back into Singapore. And that I truly did!

But of course on an otherwise perfect day where everything seemingly goes as planned, something shitty is always bound to happen. My daddy'o caught a bad case of sore eyes. He attributed it to, I quote; "SOMETHING SEPTIC WENT INTO MY LENS THIS MORNING". Jeez dad, it's not as if you clean septic tanks for a living or something right? I actually attributed the soreness to the changing nature of his field of vision whenever an attractive member of the opposite sex walked past. I seized the Kodak moment and took a picture of it. And of course daddy'o willingly striked a pose.

I Love You Dad.

The sore eye syndrome or more rather the RETARDED EYE SYNDROME soon spreaded to my little sister Charmaine as well. It manifested itself on film in the form of this...

You're not Alone Mara!

The thing I love so much about Johor, other than the above mentioned stuff; is the existance of the FACTORY OUTLET STORE! The store stocks all sorts of cool stuff from American labels, A&F, Levis, Stussy, Paul Frank, and whatever the fuck else you can think of. The items are not B Grade or whatever. They're just overstocked items that have made their way from the sweatshops of the far east down to the humble shores of Johor. My sister as usual went crazy, she got a Paul Frank Tee, and some 3 for 10 ringgit socks! I was frugal and bought a shirt for Avis and myself.

If you're nice I'll take you there.

I came across other peculiar things on my travels there. One of such were the humongous shitake mushrooms! I've never seen anything so big in my life! And the smell, as the hokkien speaking bunch of us would say; was extremely PANG! JIN JIA PANG AH! My dad picked a whole bunch, which inevitably found their way into the depths of my belly. My sister got creative and posed for a picture with these fine specimens. But some Fucker of The Year decided to come into the picture as well. I really hate it when that happens. You setup everything for a nice shot and someone or something comes in from nowhere and spoils the whole thing.

I hope your children look like Monkeys.

I finally set foot on the familiar shores of Singapore at around 7 after being stuck in the shithouse jam of the causeway for 2 gruelling hours! I felt like a fucking Santa Clause. In my bag I had Avis' shirt, and a some bubble gum for Marshall!

I hope you guys are happy with your gifts, I had fun obtaining them. I have to prepare myself tomorrow for Orientation, I have been tasked with the 2 pronged role of safety officer and orientation group leader. I have no friggin idea what to do. I hope it goes fine tomorrow.

I have a surprise for you Marshall.

Christopher.

Tonight is the first night I'm going to be sleeping in my own bed since god knows when! It seems like ages since I've been home. After watching some silly television program called "Missing", my parents got a little worried and assumed I went to some funny foreign place to meditate! What the hell right?

Anyway on my travels in Tampines, I came across some very amusing sights. One of such was a poster indicating some workshop or performace...or perhaps a service.

But of course this service, like any other service it has its conditions.

Even Mothers Need Rest Too!

So I came home and upon stepping into the house I am told that I will be heading up north into the urban paradise of JOHOR!

WAH I CAN'T WAIT SIAL.

I wish my hair was longer, I could get one of them 35 ringgit haircuts again and the full body massages that go along with them. I really hope my sister can join me, it gets kind of boring and mundane when it's just me and my dad.

I have to rollerblade tomorrow. It's been ages since I've done any physical activity. Any more continuation of my state of sedentary and I'll be looking like a balloon this coming monday when school starts.

JOHOR REPORT TOMORROW! WOR!

Christopher.

Who in the world goes clubbing on a Sunday night? Sunday night is traditionally known as the night to recover from all your post clubbing symptons given off by the endless drinking experienced during the weekend. Yes we had endless drinking, but no clubbing. We were all fucking itching for some good old fashioned HOUSE! And since monday was deemed labour day, we headed down to Zouk for The Thirst Finals with DJ Feng and DJ KoFlow, headlined by STEVE LAWLER AND ROGER SANCHEZ.

STEVE LAWLER WOR!

I told myself it was time to let go. What other way to do so than to take out my most prized bottle of HARD LIQUOR. It came in the form of a very nice bottle of VSOP! HUAT AH! Mark and Avis came over during the day after a very long post-eskibar night. We chilled out at my place watching skating videos and planning the night, because I had assume my journalist role.

I'm going to post some pre-party pictures, folks; let your eyes do the comparisons and check out the changed and morphed expressions.

VSOP...MORE FUN THAN RUM!

A Little Blurry, but still very Incriminating.

So yes, we made our way down to Zouk where me and Mark passed the time testing out the camera. I took note of the tracks played by the competitors via sms on my handphone. I'm a good journalist. But it got really boring especially since the wait for the competition proper took so long to pass! But anyways me and Mark kept ourselves entertained by anticipating the amount of intoxication that was to take place in a while.

GETTING READY TO HUAT!

I finally got out and met up with Avis, Wan Wan, Doris, Dawne, Johnathan and Iris at the Kopi Tiam! I fucking hell brought my VSOP and a bottle of "VODA" Barcardi to the Kopi Tiam to drink! I almost Five-Ten the pants off Iris. It was hilarious! All of us looked like a bunch of Chilli Crabs!

WHO WANNA FA CHAI!

What a Rocking Night!

We all danced till closing. But along the way we lost some members. Dawne was so drunk she didn't even stay for Lawler and Sanchez. I felt so bad. I was walking across the road to Zouk and when I turned around she was nowhere to be found. Iris got knocked in the head by someone's elbow somemore! FUCKING HELL.

But all in all it was the company that mattered the most. Really it was.

I LURPS CHEW GUYS!

*THANK YOU FRONTAL LABS!*

Christopher.

As promised Avis and I met up with Wan Wan to teach her statistics in town.

But due to the lack of a textbook, calculator (Yes you need a calculator no matter what for Stats!), and proper air conditioning we decided to head to the east to seek some solace at Avis' place.

But before that I decided to be a responsible journalist ad head back to my place to finish up editing the pictures for Frontal Labs. They turned out pretty well thanks to the skillful shooting of Sniper Rambo!

Well done Soldier!

I have come to a new low since I left army. I have worn the same friggin pair of underpants for like 3 days in a row! Bloody hell. But all is good I'm going home later where my comfy bed resides and fresh underwear is abundant.

I met up with Marshall Iris after her tuition class. I actually learnt something new last night. A tuition teacher's student is actually called a TUTEE! As idiotic as that sounds it's actually true. I looked it up already. After that we went back to her place to grab a bottle of wine and headed of to fisherman village at pasir ris park. It is absolutely nuts. I don't think there's ever been a point in my life where I have been so intoxicated over and over, night after night, again and again.

The wine was left over from last christmas brought over by some house guests. After the drinking it and basking in all it's salty glory, I have come to the conclusion that it was probably bought from 7-11 or passed on from one house guest to another.

It sucked donkey dick!

But it's ok we paid ten bucks for corkage charges, got the shitty wine nicely chilled, had a nice beachy atmosphere and well inconsistent music. They played everything from Creed, Guns and Roses, Metallica to Chinese Music by I don't know who. To make matters even better we sat right next to the speaker!

But it was pure fun!

I absolutely love my friends. Avis and Wan Wan showed up a little later on. And we played favourite game of five ten. By the time they arrived me and Iris were way way done with the bottle of shitty wine. Avis brought a bottle of Bundaberg Rum and Sambuca. Picture this, the four of us sitting at some table in fisherman village making enough noise to wake a graveyard and downing all that shit amongst ourselves!

ABSLUTELY NUTS....TUESDAY NIGHT SOME MORE!

So there we were singing along to heavy metal and drinking ourselves silly.

I LOVE IT LAH!

I managed to stumble my way back to Avis' place while screaming random expletives of HUAT AH HUAT! after peeing into some drain near the car.

But I have already decided when school starts it's going to be healthy lifestyle all the way.

It's either that or I'm going to be next in line for a new liver.

HUAT AH HUAT!

Christopher.

I'm sure we all have some area of expertise that we are most passionate about.

For Avis it's tennis and bowling. For Mark it's photo taking. For Wan Wan it's probably spending hours on end trying to get her skin tone to match Kit Kat Wafers. As for Iris...it's eating Kit Kat Wafers. But every now and then we come across someone who does it better than us. Sometimes they do it so damn bloody good they make you feel like finding another hobby altogether.

I feel that way sometimes, especially when it comes to my passions such as guitar playing and rollerblading. I've been spending lot's of time scouring the internet checking out skating videos for inspiration but alas they have only served to make me feel worse about my progress.

I hate this guy so much for the powerful skills he possesses that I have decided to post a video of him on my blog for all the world to see.

Words will never ever be enough, and pictures cannot do justice.

Here's Richard...
http://www.cornerstonepromotion.com/brunx/skatinrichard.mov
(The file is a quicktime ".mov" file, just click it, it'll play automatically.)

I'm gonna go throw away my skates now.

Christopher.

P.S. Images and words of our eventful sunday will be posted tomorrow!!!!

Crikey!

It seems ages since the last time I actually did a proper blog entry. My weekend has been extremely eventful. So much so that I'm having some difficulty actually recollecting the events that took place. Anyways I'll do my best to start from the beginning. Anyways we went to a very strange place on saturday, it's actually a damn shithouse place if you ask me. It's called ESKIBAR...as in Eski-Eskimo.

The place is supposedly 4 degrees in temperature, everyone inside is dressed in psuedo winter gear, even the waitresses have funny foamy jackets to perk up the whole atmosphere. It sucked ass. We went there to meet up with Yan Ting...one of Iris' friends for a couple of drinks.

The drinks there are fucking expensive. We paid like 16 bucks for one bottle of beer! WTF. And the service is fucking terrible. I think we ordered close to a hundred bucks worth of drinks and when we finished them we chilled out at our table talking cock and all...some idiot of the year comes over and tells us we have to leave because they need the table.

Balls to you understand!

I paid good money for my drinks and even enthusiastically equiped my friends with cool winter jackets and here you are telling me I have to leave. I have never been so pissed off in my life. Never have I been told such bullshit. We made a pact that night.

We're never going back to that shithouse excuse for a bar ever.

So yes the night went along and we picked up Wan Wan from party hell at boat quay. I find the whole boat quay place really amusing. It's filled with such a weirdly ecletic mix of people. From expatriates, to ah bengs, to the majority of under aged clubbers in Singapore.

Anyways from that point onwards the night got so much better than what it was...BLOODY PIECE OF SHIT PLACE ESKIBAR. We headed to our usual haunt in Geylang! The future place of celebration for my birthday! 126 DIM SUM PLACE! After that it was just pure happiness between the 5 of us.

126 DIM SUM PLACE R0X0R5 WOR!

For Wan Wan it was her virgin voyage to 126. She loves it! Just check out her look of approval.

EAT AH EAT!

Wan Wan has been well recieved by our very exclusive SUPER BEST FRIENDS CLUB. But right now she's still undergoing her mandatory probational period. Please don't fuck it up ok? You do want to be cool right? But seriously folks, she's cool. And we are way way way cool with her.

All she needs to do now is learn how to rollerblade.

I'm gonna go head down to the East now to meet up with Iris and then stay at Avis' place now. We are going to attempt giving tuition to Wan Wan on the terrible subject of Statistics.

OH YEAH BEFORE I FORGET!

I GOT MY GRADES!

A B B C C !

*WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!*

It's not that good. But it's not bad either, and I'm pretty damn contented with them to say the least. No regrets. I'm going to work hard next sem and pull them up more. I need super need a better GPA.

Christopher.

Tonight.

Steve Lawler, Roger Sanchez, KoFlow and Feng @Zouk.

Nuff Sed!