lollerskater

Ah Sunday night. Yet another day to mark the end of the weekend which gives me that elusive thing called a break. So much for a break. I had shitloads of work to do this weekend. Listen and listen good, 2 Music Essays, 6 Accounting cases in point and statistics project which I know exactly what to do but I haven't start jack at this point in time.

My room is an absolute mess at this point in time. It looks like the remnants of an academic tsunami. There's my notes strewn all over the bed, my ashtray filled to the brim with stubs of Marlboro Ultra Lights straight from the Duty Free shops somewhere in Europe (Thanks Marjory.) The mechanic nature of today took its toll on me this time. I just had to get out. Ironic as it seems, today was so damn hot and sunny. It rained for most of yesterday when I planned to go rollerblade. You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather. I felt the overwhelming urge to get out today. I ran about 2 plus kilometers sometime before dinner. It felt good. But my lungs felt like an oil slick blackened bird trapped somewhere in the ocean. My legs however felt fine, I attribute that to lollerskating. Thank God for that.

I really need to get my fitness back up again. My tummy's been growing more and more. I know I'm somewhat vertically challenged but I think my stomach's been making up for that lack recently. More pressing is the fact that I've got to take my IPPT soon. I want that damn free money. SAF please contribute to the "Buy Christopher a New Suhr" fund. WTF is a Suhr?

THE BEST BLOODY DAMN GUITARS MONEY CAN BUY.

*And all you little fuckheaded twits out there telling me your commercialized piece of crap gibson les paul or fender stratocaster can whoop a Suhr...think before you let out your 2 cents worth of insolent ignorance.*
Image Taken From http://www.tonemerchants.com/

Guitar Porn.

Anyways I completed my work like a good little boy today. I actually did something really diverse for music. I analyzed a recording of Tender Surrender By Steve Vai, a nice melodramatic rock tune, followed by a jazz standard sung by Stacey Kent. Hopefully I do well.

Friday proved to be really nice. If not for that little invitation to go to zouk, I'd probably spend my time at home finishing the work. Me and Mark headed to Zouk to join Marjory and Jolyn. There was FREE FLOW! FREE FUCKING FLOW! UNDERSTAND! But of course heading down at around 8 pm for free flow leads to the inevitable "I look at you, you look at me" type of boredom. So we went to the kopi tiam once again to meet the character known as Steve. Had a couple of beers went back to Zouk and back to my house to drink even more! I don't know WTF is wrong with Mark he kinda passed out after 2 or 3 drinks. Sigh.

This is what happened at my place...

A nice cheery session of truth or dare, played with toe-licking, shoe smelling, cigarette ash eating action!

I ARE DURKN'

I have never ever believe in those kind of LAH SUP type of truth or dare, asking people to do freaky licky kind of nonsense. I prefer to keep it balls to the wall in your face hardcore.

Ok I think that's enough about my weekend. Some things I want to keep to myself. Lest there's no little privatized me.

Christopher.

I totally got screwed big time on todays' statistics paper. I underestimated the task that faced me. The first test was easy peesy. I assumed the 2nd test would be just as easy. And bloody hell was I wrong. Reminds me of my what warrant officer used to tell me when I was in army. "Never AssUme, it makes an Ass out of U and Me." Well it's all done, I'm not the type to cry over spilt milk. Well maybe for the first 15 minutes or so. After that I just keep it all inside and let it brew, only for it to ripen with a vengence when the next test comes.

Yes I have more pictures from my exploits today for all you linguistically challenged individuals out there in internet land.


Guess what? *Answer at the end ok?* Let the possibilities flood the sick little minds that you possess.

Anyways right after the stats quiz I felt the sudden urge to do good with my grades. Josh came over and did the stats project with me. I feel so damn productive. We usually wait till the super last minute till we get assignments done. As I type this right now, Carynn is probably sitting at home on her ass playing the Sims, oblivious to the urgency of work. After that me and Josh vegetated the whole afternoon away watching silly videos of Steve-O and his white redneck counterparts. Josh also took the opportunity to leech away loads of music and pictures from my computer...among other things.

While waiting for the bus me and Josh came across the grossest thing ever. I'll let this image fill your conciousness with a thousand words.


My only question is why?

I can totally understand if someone wants to get tattoos, piercings, grown long hair, fake tits, nose jobs....but why grow fingernails? WHY? It was so gross, just looking at them made me sick to my stomach. They were brown with yellowy thingies lurking all over. And they smelt as well. No I did not go ask for some scratch and sniff test. I was probably standing 4 meters away from the guy and I could smell it. "Inside of an ass" description does not come close.


Adnan's quite the ladies' man, plus he's got a big nose. He doesn't need no fingernails to keep him competitive. Plus he hails from where the world's sweetest mangos are grown!

PAKISTAN Y'ALL!

Adnan...I want a pair of those sandals the next time you come back ok?

I went for gig called Sonic Fest today. Actually it's a long time running gig showcasing Christian Rock Bands. I initially thought it was going to be some lame ass rocking for Jesus kinda event. But it proved me wrong. I'm gonna get all religious on you for a moment so bare with my ranting. It really touched me. It really did. I'm going to do something about it.

Thanks Ben.

On an ending note...that's actually the remnants of my watermelon juice without ice. Or as they say it in the canteen "MEI REN BU YAO AI!"

Christopher.

Today marks a really special day for my family. It's the 27th Wedding Anniversary of my Parents! 27 years!!!! On the 27th of July some more. We all went out for a dinner, one big happy "brady bunch" family. It cost shit loads, but it sure beats eating instant noodles. I've been eating instant noodles every single damn day for about 3 weeks! I shan't go into the reasons because they'll make me sound like some whiney 4 year old. We all wanted to go for ice cream after that but Island Cremery was close. Sadness. There's always Chendol at Newton!

My mother said something really sweet in the car on the way back from dinner. "I hope the mate you find for yourselves is as good to you as your dad is to me." If only it was all that easy mother.

My friend Mara complained today at school for the lack of pictures on my blog. I know, I bet she doesn't even read what's being typed here. I could be proclaiming that she does the most spastic things in the world ever. Like today when she jammed her hand while trying to close her pencil box. Anyways Mara...here's a goofy family picture, courtesy of Charmaine and me.

There are more decent ones of course, I'll upload them tomorrow.

Speaking of Charmaine...here's how my little sister really looks like while lounging in bed.

Green Ipod, Monkey, Peace Sign and Sex and the City Book.

I have mentioned on several occasions the great friendship that I share with Nicholas. But he constantly complains and laments endlessly about how I never give him enough props on my blog. We've been having really deep intellectual discussions as to the extent of assimilation of Asian Americans. Other than these subjects of course we have our usual bout of talk cock.

He boasted about how he won best costume at last year's halloween.

How?

Tomorrow got Stats Test Wor!

Ni Neoh Hia.

Christopher.

We want underpants today, all day Search for underpants, today
We won't stop until we have underpants
Yum yum yummy yum yay
Time to go to work, work all day
Search for underpants today
We won't stop until we have underpants
Yum yum yummy yum yay

My sister Charmaine has been sleeping in my room for the past couple of days. She's somewhat afraid of her room. Maybe it's the remnants of my sister's boyfriend, the trickle down effect of boyfriend/girlfriend juice. But more rather it's just her imagination. The tradeoff however is such, I don't really get to blast my music or practice that much at night. I tried to but Charmaine decided to give me a silent protest while reading her book on Sex and The City.

So cute right?

I went down to pasir ris yesterday. Met up with Marshall for a bit to do some studying. I feel as if it's been so long since I last saw her. We studied for a bit at the bubble tea place at down town east, until I just couldn't take the way the chairs felt on my back. Maybe I'm just a tad too big for the damn chair. I covered a fair amount of material yesterday.

My jacket never looked so good.

I've been experiencing an irritating and painful clicking in my left shoulder for the past week or so. It's really getting to me, to the point that it actually hurts when I play guitar and open doors.

Finals are coming so damn bloody soon.

Save me please.

Christopher.

I finally went skating today after a break of more than a month! I can't believe it has been that long, the only things I can remember about the last time round was the funny looking shirtless guy wearing shorts with the star spangled banner printed all over them and the big ass groupa which we saw at the jetty.

I met up with Avis around one-ish, Marshall laid sound asleep in her bed. She only got up around 4. Well anyways it was just the 2 of us. Skating was pretty damn fun, had a great time cruising around and soaking up all the visually interesting things that the park had to offer.

Sometimes things are just so visually striking you'd wish you had a camera with you. There were these 2 mofos on the jetty, probably in their late teens or possibly early twenties, taking pictures of 2 girls in bikinis sitting next to me and Avis. What a bunch of perverts. The best bit of it, they tried to take the pictures secretly, smiling to each other between shots and shifting their lenses away everytime the girls glanced their way.

They reminded me of this other pervert motherfucker I told off a couple of months ago.

I was in the queue at Heeren for the ATM and this guy in front of me was taking pictures of this girl's ass. She was in front of him using the ATM. Obviously I screwed the guy big time for being such a pervert. The girl and him got into quite a heated arguement. I don't really know what happened after that though.

What the fuck is your problem???

I mean if you wanna look, by all means look...taking a damn picture is just so disgustingly sickening. I swear if I had a parang with me, I'd castrate the both of them, and throw their little penises and tiny balls into the sea.

I seriously felt so damn shack balls after today. We drove back later only to find a huge jam at the exit to rochor road from the ecp due to the ndp rehearsals. Instead we headed down the AYE to queensway! So tired, so sweaty, so smelly...so queensway.

I love car parks, they're kind of some public display for everyone to put their most favourite possession on the show. Well of course it also reflects their tastes...

Musically of course.

Frankly speaking I totally agree with him, I'm so sick of the current market right now. Everything is R-and-fucking-B. It sickens me to my stomach that the other Saturday night they actually played RnB instead of the usual house music. Saturated it is, first liquid room on saturday nights and now zouk. I don't give a rat's ass if Ice T is coming, heck it might even be ice lemon tea! I STILL WANT MY DEEP DARK HOUSE AND TRANCE DAMMIT!


Damn Tired ah Brother?

While walking around we found this store that sold caps...caps that to me resembled boxer shorts. Think wearing boxer shorts on your head! WTF is the world coming to. Avis tried to make me wear some underwear headgear, I refused and put on some other prop instead.

My really close friends often get irritated by my lingo, especially when it comes to the phrase shack balls. I think I've found a rather interesting alternative.


Oh yeah, I had a ramli burger today, it tasted like crap and the egg was broken. I'm never gonna buy ramlis off a chinese ever!

Christopher.

Yes I use those words in the "about me" section on my friendster profile. Contary to what most people think it is, it's not refering to some super masturbation speed improvement exercise. It's actually some headline I found while reading a Japanese guitar magazine. It came from an article talking about increasing one's picking speed. Although I can't understand shit found in the words and stuff. I benefit a lot from it due to the fact that they cover really good guitar playing. Instead of the radio friendly American magazine called "Guitar World". But the thing I find most interesting are the headlines found on the articles.

Some of them go like this...

"ME YOU BOY GIRL ROCK ROCK!"
"PLAY PLAY GOOD TIME PLAY!"

On a side note...I miss my exchange student friends. Iku's never online. I guess he's on holiday and enjoying some good lovin' with his girlfriend.

Moving along. I did a hundred pushups yesterday. I'm bloody aching all over, so much it's not funny. I decided to get back to exercising again. I was so into it a while ago, but I went way too deep into my guitar that I've totally forgotten about the importance of my physical well being. The best part of it all, it's starting to show. Time to do something before it's way too late. Right after I finish this post I'm going to do another hundred.

A hundred a day keeps the blubber at bay.

School went pretty alright today. But fucking hell, finals are fast approaching! Then again it only means holidays are coming really soon! August 12 please come and rescue me. I need you ever so damn much. 3 weeks of pure musical enjoyment await me...

I sms'ed Ris a while ago and ask her for her permission regarding me putting her picture on my blog. She said I was really sweet for asking. So nice right?

Anyways for those of you who haven't seen Ris, she's sporting a new do.

I like to call it a helmet of hair.

But you know what? Despite all my lame ass jokes, I think it looks really good on her. Very few people can actually pull off such a hairstyle.

And this includes myself.

I tried drawing a helmet of hair on myself, to rid myself off the Adrian Pang hairstyle stigma.

I guess it just doesn't go.

In other news the teeth doctor still hasn't returned any of my sms's, I think she doesn't wanna be friends. It's ok, I've still got a tooth brush and kilometers of floss.

Marshall...when will I next see you!?!?!?!?


This made me laugh tonnes. I'm weird like that.

Stats tomorrow, at least I'm getting back them results! But urgh...STATS!
3 HOURS LONG SOMEMORE!

Christopher.

I'm back and yes it's time for a fookin' update da dey!

I'm up to the red contrasting band of my boxer brief in work. I've just completed the stats project which is due tomorrow morning.

My brain right now is far from dead, it's a Cadaverous Mastication of Abnegating Cecity.

I so wanna die.

I occupied my other manipulative life with several activities this weekend. Most of them were centered around the travels of my fingers up and down the neck of my six string. I've been trying so damn hard to improve both their dexterity and agility. I want to feel the notes of that song by Steve Vai in my fingers so bad, I can actually taste the sound in my tongue. Sounds like crap I know, but I'm really feeling it right now. Sometimes I think it's just pure torture to sit down there and go through all those feverish notes on paper and transfer them to the guitar in the hopes of making some musical sense. Torture maybe to some, but it's torture in it's most exquisite and enjoyable form for me.

Finger fitness has never been better, physical fitness though needs a shitload of work. And this is ever more so apparent to me given the increasing size of my gut.

I managed to catch 2 movies over the course of last week. One of which was Sin City. I've been a big fan of comic books since I was a kid. I may have mentioned this before but my favourite character is the Punisher. Why so? Besides the fact that he always appears to be so fucking pissed off. He does not have any "Super human" power. He just takes care of business the old way, shoot first, ask questions later and shoot somemore. These days I guess they don't call it comics no more. They have a more mature sounding term to things, or more rather politically correct so as to recognize the artist's work more appropriately. They call them graphic novels these days.

Anyways the movie has been give treatment noir. Left in the state that it should be seen just the way that Frank Miller has illustrated in his comics. I found it a realy nice touch. Most would be irritated by it given their static spoilt sense favortism toward all things technicolor. Another aspect I really enjoyed was the narration, so much irony involved, so much poetry as well. I loved every bit.

I caught another movie called mindhunters. They should call it mind killer. I felt like my mind was gone just for even deciding to watch that movie in the first place. Our original intention was to watch Crash, but alas it was not to be so. There weren't any free slots. Well at least I got my Italian BMT at subway and got some cookies stuffed down my throat. And I also reintroduced Marshall to the wonderful world of the movie Heat.

It's funny how so much can change in the span of a few years.

I got the opportunity to meet up with my long time guitar tech and friend today. He's from Australia, he does work here for local musicians setting up, repairing and maintaining their most prized guitars. He also makes killer amplifiers. The last time I went to him for anything was like 7 years ago! Which only goes to show how much quality his work has. I had no problems whatsoever for all those years! He has a son now, really cute kid, who is going to grow up looking equally cute with the nice mix of eurasian traits.

He's probably the only guy I will ever trust my guitars with here in Singapore. He really knows his stuff unlike those cheapo motherfuckers found locally who take your gear and change the components only to have your main axe back with crap parts from some 3rd world company.

Anyways my guitar is singing right now. The effects box is currently left at his joint. I've got a couple of things I want to change about it.

I'm not going to school tomorrow, a 3 hour long stats lecture after a night of stats project does not sound all that enticing to me.

Christopher.

Hey it has come to my attention that the link isn't working too well. Guess megaupload just doesn't really agree with my Steve Vai impersonation...

Anyways I've uploaded the video to 2 other hosts, so please watch it and let me know what you think :)

http://rapidshare.de/files/3014843/DSCN3289.MOV.html

http://s32.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=29FE64W0HL8FM2SAK7OF5L1R04

As usual you'll still need the quicktime software to view the .mov file.

Christopher.

School was pretty damn interesting today. I turned in my statistics project today. I also dropped my friend's nokia off the ledge of the 3rd storey in SIM today. She left it on the edge of the ledge (I never meant for that to rhyme.), it slammed on the roofing of the second level, and found its way to the ground level. It went for whole to pieces...I rushed down to put the humpty dumpty back together again. And guess what, SHE'S ALIVE! All that was damaged was the casing, which I nicely replaced today.

What an experience. I spent the day reflecting on what an idiot I was.

Anyways I met up with Amanda again today. Marshall couldn't wake up for her haircut. Hopefully we'll do it tomorrow.

Well I have something to share. I've been learning Steve Vai's "The Animal" for the past few weeks or so. It's one of those songs which hit me as a child. When I listened to it back at the time I was 16, it made my hair stand on end. I've decided to stop procrastinating and learn the song in its entirety. I managed to download a backing track off the net, but it's not exactly in its whole. Some chord progressions are looped over and over again.

I took the time today to sit down with my baby and record a segment of the song. Probably the first verse or so. It's done on my digital camera. The guitar sound setup is as follows, 1997 Ibanez Jem77FP, Boss GT5 Effects Processor right down to my humble 15 Watt vintage looking Fender Amplifier.

All Orgasmic Facial Expressions Courtesy of Me.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=26X4OU4K
(The link will lead you to a download page, just wait according to the time given and click it. The file is in Quicktime format, you have to download it and install in on your PC in order to view it.)

There are a couple of mistakes, so go easy on me.

I hope you like it.

Christopher.

I finally got my grades for HR and OB. Did pretty well. I'm quite pleased with them, I got an A minus and B plus respectively. But I can't stand the sound of the minus tagged behind the A. I know I'm being anal and stuff but that's just me. At the back of my mind looms accounting for which I need at least a B minus this semester. Fuck.

I went out with my long time good sister friend Amanda on friday night. Met up with a couple of her friends at winebar and got totally smashed standing. There was absolutely no place to sit down. I was fun though catching up with her. We used to go to the same jc together long ago. I say long ago because junior college to me was probably my most hated time frame in my whole life. I hated the whole culture. I shan't elaborate on it though.

My ex-jc classmates are back in town. I got together with them on saturday night. It's a very rare opportunity to see them having all our different lives and stuff. I'm totally fine with catching up and reminiscing about old times and stuff. But what I fucking can't stand is all the talk about name dropping and gossip about other people. If I was so interested in their upper class lives and the fact that they can afford an overseas education due to their wealthy parentage I would go drop them a line myself. To hear it from others while we're suppose to spend quality time together just totally turns me off. I didn't enjoy myself.

Luckily for me I was in the company of my good brother Avis. We spent the last 2 hours first searching for the elusive market street and then finding a good soul to sell the "elevation" tickets to. Saturday nights have turned into super traffic jam nights within the vicinity of the padang area. We travelled in circles for what must have been an endless amount of time before getting to the damn location. It's pretty damn surreal to be so stressed out in the car and then see some silly looking float drive by that looks like a ship on wheels with a statue of Raffles perched up there.

I got rescued by Marshall and friends at liquid room, prematurely ending my outing with my jc friends. Got into liquid room cover chargeless courtesy of the networking skills of brother avis. It got so extremely hot and sweaty in liquid room. They have to fix the damn air conditioning there, either that or educate their clientele on the usage of deodorant. The was this girl in a while halter dancing next to me. She was sweating buckets and smelt like a week old dirty diaper. My white shirt soon turned into a translucent number thanks to her.

Being sickened by the whole lack of ventilation we headed to the familiar homeground of Zouk. I was in heaven. The music was pretty damn good. I've got so absolutely sick of Rnb music. I hear it almost every single damn place that I go to. Shopping centres, elavators, road shows, clubs and even in the pounding volumes in the headphones of the yo yo yo guy sitting next to me in the mrt.

Anyway...I met someone on saturday night. I dont know what exactly it is but I found myself drawn to her somewhat. I just felt really at ease and comfortable in her presence. But alas I didn't get her number, the bloody damn opportunity just never presented itself for me.

Sigh.

I worked like a slave on sunday. It turned out to be an extremely quiet day on sunday. So much so that my dad actually asked me to close at 6. I held the fort and stayed there till 730...good for me though. I managed to chalk up a pretty good amount of sales in that half an hour. BEST.

I went to check out the victoria secret sale with marshall after that. It turned out to be total shite. There's underwear big enough to fit 3 people in.

After that I spent the time with her at my place watching south park on my computer till the evening of today.

Christopher.

I just got back my results for last weeks accounting interim test. I don't know WTF interim means, but our midterm as far as I know it is pretty much split up into 2 tests Aka Exams. I managed a pretty ok grade for it. So far I'm averaging out an A for accounting but the damn final takes the cake with 30 percent! To tell you the truth it's been a total fluke for me so far. I've been winging my way through all the tests. Miraculously arriving at the correct answer and matching them in my workings. I have to work harder.

I also have to work harder at music. Everything is ok at this point. But we went into forming chords and triads and all that other crap. And here I am struggling still with key signatures. So much for being slightly more musically inclined.

I just started a new module. Statistical decisions in management, it's called. I did a course on stats but due to the super crap nature of my prior lecturer my knowledge is virtually zilch except for that of the remnants from C maths in JC.

Met up with my Army buddies the other day. All of us were Milan commanders in 2 SIR. In case you have no idea what a Milan is, or you think that we commanded the city of the same name situated in Italy. A milan is actually a weapon used on tanks. It's bloody damn heavy. I won't go into all the technicalities right now. Anyways all of us have gone our seperate ways, Ong's in Bath studying sports science, Yen's and Chingy boy are downunder, and the remainder of us are here in Singapore. How nice right? It's pretty amazing that even though we've all parted we still share the same close and tight bonds that we used to in our NS days. We still laugh at the same silly incidents and jokes that happened. One of which was my rolling break fall super somersault incident off a hill in Brunei.

According to the poll I put out on my blog, not many people think I resemble Pang, most actually like to dance in front of their mother's mirror. Comforting isn't it? I'm sure all my classmates are mad dissapointed with the results. But that is not going to stop Mara and gang from labelling me Ah Pang.

They're all off at Mambo night tonight. I haven't stepped into zouk on a wednesday night since my junior college days. I absolutely loathe the funny ah beng type hand signs. As well as the super cheesy yet ecletic selection of music being played. As a matter of fact, I haven't gone clubbing in such a long time. I don't even feel the itch.

The itch is in my fingers and is quelled by playing my guitar. I'm going super nuts on my once lost but now found fervour for my instrument. I actually came home today in between classes to practice while my classmates laid outside in the living room shitting themselves on a crappy movie and xbox games of leisure suit larry.

But I'm so in love with her. Everytime I pick her up I find something new that excites me. And when I'm not playing I feel my soul gravitating towards her.

Longest lasting relationship I will ever have.

Christopher.

My classmates, especially Marilyn have been saying that I resemble a local character of prominence. Prominent for his roles as the Durian King and more recently in the film "I Do, I Do". Heck even Marilyn's friend Vanessa has said I look like him. They were looking at some magazine at Vanessa's place and started exclaiming that we look alike. Heck, Marilyn even brought it to school to do an A/B comparison! I mean I can understand the resemblance in terms of the haircut or whatever, but I don't look like him one bit. It's not that I'm insulted or I feel he's bad looking or anything negative. I just don't like being compared. Bloody Marilyn even called me "Pang Pang" today.

I want to quash these accusations once and for all. I will throw the question into the realm of cyberspace and all you blog-stalkers decide!

Ok here's some images to refresh your memory.
Exhibit A: Adrian Pang.

I don't have anything against the guy. Although I don't watch TV at all, I'm sure he does a pretty good job at what he does. Plus he's like all over the place in magazines and Ads! So Kewl!
So if there be any Adrian Pang fans among you, please don't flame me.

Exhibit B:Us copying the Adrian Pang pose.

Clockwise from top left: Me, Marilyn, Josh, Carynn.

And now ladies and gentleman it's time to vote.

http://www.blogpoll.com/poll/view_Poll.php?type=java&poll_id=18450

P.S I don't know WTF is wrong but I can't seem to get the damn poll to show up here despite me placing the html script in my post. KNN. Anyways if you're interested in voting and clicking the link does not work, highlight the link about and press "CTRL+C" (Right clicking would yield something else so be a good blog-stalker and obey.), then paste it in your browser address bar. And you're set.



Ok even if at the end of the day I do look like Adrian Pang I still can balance a pool cue on my chin like a Chinese Acrobat! All that's missing is that spinning plate placed at the tip!


Christopher.

Well before the dinner and party I brought the exchange students to Little India to do some last minute shopping, some got a kick out of buying souvenirs at a 3 for 10 dollar store, Iku got his highly sought after Henna paint, and well most just wanted to soak up every last drop of Singapore they could.



Ok so in the midst of all the nice cheaply priced goodies at Mustafa as well as the chaos caused when I thought I lost all of them, we found a mirror.


Iku.

Haruka.

Yasu.

And Me Looking My Best.


I know there's absolutely no connection but I found this silly sign, I don't know where else to put it.

Christopher.

What a nice little way to end the hectic week. I had a free lunch on friday courtesy of the nice administrators are SIM. I do admit they might seem as if they are out to make my life super difficult just for their fancies but they are nice too. I miss Helena. Come back and be our administrator once again please! Well anyways today marks the last day that my friends from the Exchange program will be spending on campus. Despite the fact that I'm not really part of council I got invited to the lunch by my administrator! Thanks a bunch yes.

The lot of us got really hungry and decided to take the iniative to sample the food. The fish nuggets, fried dumplings and beef were substandard at most. Typical stuff you'd expect from catered food. But the eclairs were so damn good. But I think it's due to the fact that I've been depriving from myself the tasteful heaven known as chocolate. Maybe too long.

Lunch got started off nicely.

Iku And Myself...gonna miss you Bro.

Kota and Me, I've never got used to the habit of doing the funny V or peace sign, but I guess the habitual nature of my Japanese friends has rubbed off on me nicely.

Yasu! And Me. Chicks dig Yasu.

Nonsense of course came along to spice pictures up as well.

Kota and Yoshi doing their best impression of some Japanese/Chinese Character. I remember watching a television program on Japanese TV as a kid when I was there. They had some funny guy dressed only in a white improvised G-string made of a towel doing the whole alphbet with his body.

And of course The Tower Of Power!



And of course my very nice group of friends.
Ris, Carynn, Stef, Janette and Marilyn.

Christopher.

Last week turned out to be one of the most hectic weeks I've ever experienced, of course without the exception of those in Army. I had 2 final exams, a music quiz, and an accounting interim test. I almost died. After the Human Resource exam I just went into a state of total burnout, I didn't feel like studying anymore at all. The finals for both HR and Organizational Behavior went really well. I hope I get my A's...I really need them. My GPA is in a state of SHACK BALLS at this point in time. I screwed up bigtime on a couple of very particularly important subjects. See right UB has this system whereby you have to score a minimum of 2.5 for certain subject to make you eligible for the management component of the course. I got myself A's on several subjects, but to my horror these aren't even considered at all. I need a minimum B grade for accounting this semester...or else it's repeat. Chee Bye.

With all the qualitative subjects over it's time to concentrate on what I hate most. Accounting and Statistics. I've got a new timetable out which takes effect as of next week. My longest day is monday where I end at 3.30pm, as for the rest I end from about 1030am to about 1230pm. Sounds nice doesn't it? As relaxing as it seems I have to endure 3 hour long lectures on statistics! And furthermore it doesn't sound logical to me to come to school for just one class when they could have placed 2 classes in a day and free up some days for whatever it is I have to do. And trust me "Whatever" has much deeper implications than it seems, there's all the projects and self study I need to accomplish, and of course all the other little activities that improve my well being.

Anyways the end of the Organizational Behavior also marks the end of Dr. Friedman's term for this semester. I'm pretty sure he's off in Rochester New York right now or sitting in some little office in the SUNY Oswego campus. Anyways it's been a real pleasure having you as a professor in our course. See you soon, hopefully next year in another module. And maybe even more stories and funny analogies, I especially loved the elavator one; to tell in your trademark
NU YAWK Accent!

Me and Dr. Friedman.

Dr. Friedman and the boy with the broken smile.

Christopher.

I have so much to tell you, so much to say and elaborate upon...So many great things have happened in the past few days which is also why I've been slacking terribly on keeping this blog up. I had a really great time last night with the great company of the exchange students. I haven't slept at all except for the short drunken slumber I experience. I sent Iku and Yasu off just now, my saturday is going to be one of sleep. When I wake up updates will commence!

8.30am severely lack of sleep.

Christopher.