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Temptation.

I just couldn't resist.

$10 only, from Arts Bazzar.

Boogey boogey.

It's kinda fun being a boogey marshall.

Each team of us is supposed to be in charge of monitoring a few lanes. We ensure that racers don't go the wrong route (they're damn confusing trust me) and that they don't knock onto the cones.

When they do, what we do is pick up our walkie talkies and go something like..

Us: Boogey 2 to control, boogey 2 to control, come in.
Control: Control send.
Us: Boogey 2 to control. Boogey boogey!

And then the poor racers would get points deducted.

Boogied!

By the boogeys!

On a hot hot day, remember to drink lots of water.

Took quite a few videos. But videos can't compare to the real thing. Tires- screeching really cause alot of adrenaline stimulation. But then again, when you've gotta watch every single event repeated 22 frickin times, you get bored.

Really bored.

Went to check out the other carpark during lunch time.

The fierce Audi.

86 number 1.

86 number 2.

86 number 3. 86 galore.

And a Chrysler joins in the fray.

And a delicious-looking Mark X.

The First Week.

I'm damn tired.

Luckily we still won't have tutorials for next week, but next week I already have lab, and next week IVP training starts.

Also went for NUSSU CBLC interview. Dang, I only wanted the JOB not the position in the committee. Oh well, might not get in anyway. Like xyz says, she won't know whether to congratulate me if I do get it.

One head cannot wear two hats?

Just came home from marshalling at ENOC Super Special Rally. First time I've seen this kinda event. Quite cool, but there was much less drifting than I thought there would be.

I've never smelt so much exhaust gases and burning rubber in a single day ever before. And tomorrow's gonna be worse. 8-5. But it's a cool $140, so ah heck.

There were quite a few stylo milo cars there. Spotted a 86.

There was also a very gross orange Mercedes. And it's not even the 350Z kind of orange, it's rotten orange orange. Yucks.

And there's this cool baby.

Mr Alien.

The place was blasting techno techno all the way. Damn chiongster.

And it was overflowing with babes. I'm not referring to the drag queens but the racers' chicks. I think racers get all the chio chio girlfriends.

There is a chiobu in the passenger seat on 80% of the chiongster looking cars that come in.

When it came time to go home, I waited for like 20 frickin minutes for the bloody 960 to come, and then when it came, I couldn't even get on cos it became packed by people who chionged in; people who came after me.

Nabeh, come later dowan go behind, go and cut people, really pissed me off. And I was damn tired and hungry liao lor, nearly triggered my ah beng instinct.

Damn these Singaporeans. Smelly aunties.

And to add salt to the wound, the next 960 came after 20 minutes as well. So I ended up taking the last bus of the day.

I'm waking up 4 hours later.

G'nite.

Zzz...

The Peace before the Storm.

After three months of holidays, it's finally time to hit back to school again.

I'm supposed to wake up in 4.75 hours time but I'm not even asleep yet. I will miss these owl-ish days.

Let's see, what have I done during the span of this break?

I think I totally slacked for like the first month. Massive bballing, going out, meeting up with people, reading, dvds pia-ing and the like. I think I probably read like 30 books in the last 3 months.

And then worked for like 1.5 months, during which I earned a cool $2.5 K.

And then slacked the rest of my time away with more reading and nua-ing.

6 modules, plus FSAE, IFG bball, Funka, probably IVP training. And damn, I must chiong for a CAP of 3.5 this sem, else really cham.

From last sem I realized that even if I don't have many commitments, I won't use the spare time to study one. So might as well get involved with more stuff.

That would probably instill a sense of urgency in me and make me work harder when I'm working.

This probably sounds like crooked logic but I never said I was normal.

Ok I should go to bed.

Operation Demolish Pig Sty.

I threw away like three waste paper baskets-full of rubbish from da pig sty. I think when you get into throwing mood you can really throw away alot alotof stuff.

Now my cupboards look alot more bare and when I start selling and giving away textbooks next week I'll have an even more spacious work space woohoo.
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Was looking at all da stupid old childish letters from the past and once again was awed by how much I have changed through the years. If the kang kang today and the kang kang 5 years ago existed in the same face of the earth, the kang kang today would have looked in contempt at his alter ego and wondered how someone could be so naive.

He would also be damn disguested by his "nice-ness" and "gentleman-liness".
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Today at Rag, I witnessed the performance of like, the hottest dancer I've ever seen in my life, the lead dancer of USP.

Damn hawwwt.

A natural. Born for the stage.
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Tomorrow's the finals of Singapore Philips Cup. Kena double-dua by my mistress and RJ kid, and it was too late for me to jio anyone else who might be interested.

Just as all seemed dark and bleak, the saviour of my life appeared...

I was bitching to her about having nobody to accompany me when she very kindly and graciously agreed to go with me!

That person is none other than...

My mother.

However, as much as I appreciate her kindness, I cannot really imagine going to watch basketball matches with my mother. She would probably be bored to tears 2.5 minutes into the first game.

So oh well, fated, I guess.


Ramblings.

I was happily waiting for Alvin's blog to load when it suddenly did and something just hit me damn hard on the head.

"Smokers are fucking retards."

Okay I'm not a smoker so I dunno why I kena stunned also, but maybe because I do smoke once in two blue moons, so by extremely strict standards, one could call me a social smoker, though I really don't think I am.

Well I once mentioned the topic of smoking as well 271 days ago, as technorati very kindly advised me, so you see, I'm against smoking too!

Quitting Smoking.

Well I pretty much agree with what Alvin had to say, but his point about the cool factor just reminded me of an observation that Malcolm Gladwell made in his book "The Tipping Point."

He says that smokers aren't cool because they smoke, but it is the cool people who have the tendency to smoke. So it ends up there being 2 factions of smokers. 1 being cool people who smoke and the 2nd being smokers who think they are cool.

Now you think, cool people have the tendency to smoke! Who in the world suggested that monstrous idea?! Well apparently some research has been done and all that, and people might not buy the idea, but to be honest, I do find majority of my smoker friends pretty interesting people.

So, I don't know ;)

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People wonder why my posts are frequently so goddamn long.

Aye, if my posts weren't so goddamn long, my blog won't be called lorlilorsor liao right?

Hur hur.

Anywayz, I actually try to write something every single day at the end of the day because I really find that, as I said before, it helps me organize my thoughts.

It could also be a by-product of me being such a stupid geek and reading so much.

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Friday, for the first time ever, I stepped into a real workshop and experienced what it was like to be a real engineer, and not one who wields a pen and mugs (or tries to)!

That's
the reason why I took engin, man. Why did we end up having to study such dry and boring stuff? Samuel says it best. "Study so much for fuck? I learnt so much more today just taking out the fuckin' exhaust pipe."

Anyway, we were preparing the '03 FSAE car for some exhibition tomorrow and we dismantled the car and cleaned and de-rusted it. It was really quite an antique.

And de-rusting was the kind of job where you had to wear goggles and "zhing zhing zhing" the metals and sparks would be flying all over the place and that made me feel more like an engineer than EG1108 or MA1506.

The Engineer and the Auditor.

The Engineer was at Orchard MRT when he noticed a bunch of blood-thirsty insurance agents whom he knows love to target healthy young men like himself. So he siams to the side, sees the Auditor, and heaved a sigh of relief, but alas, there is no escape from the devils.

Intruder: Hello!
Engineer: (.....) Hey.
Intruder: I'm from a modelling agency!
Engineer: (Like I care) Oh.
Intruder: We are looking for handsome young men! Would you like to join us??
Engineer: (Hahahahaha!) Erm, no.
Intruder: Really really, you are very handsome!
Engineer: (Oh fuck off.) Haha sorry, I'm not really interested.
Intruder: Just leave me your phone number yeah?
Engineer: No really, I'm totally not interested so there's no point taking down my number.
Intruder: It's okay, just a..
Engineer: *Does the Death Stare* Sorry.
Intruder: *Runs away*

The Engineer is very sad. The very nice pair of Aldo shoes that he likes are left with only size 40. And he discovered that there is no re-stocking for Aldo shoes. So exclusive huh.

The Engineer and the Auditor went to TCC and got a very nice window seat and got very nice coffee and food and started talking about cars and dreams and ambitions and old times and bad-mouthing people and gossiping and the Engineer was very delighted to receive a belated present from the Auditor!

Auditor: Oh ya, check out the box; inside are all the letters you gave me last time hahaha!
Engineer: Huh? You gimmi back for what???
Auditor: I was reading them as I was cleaning up the room the other day. Damn funny, hahaha! You take back go read!
Engineer: Hahaha, then you gimmi back mine, am I supposed to give you back yours??
Auditor: Chey give me back for what, I don't want liao, hahaha!
Engineer: You don't want liao then if I still keep yours seem like I very despo ma! So I think I should bring out next time and burn them in front of you haha!
Auditor: Up to you lor, you can throw them away for all I care, hahaha!
Engineer: Hahaha you are damn heartless lah!
Auditor: I was cleaning up my room ma, threw away alot of things, I don't wanna keep these anymore hahaha!

After they parted, the Engineer went home, feeling abit sad.

Friendster as a Buaya Tool.

Friendster is great for social networking, but I think it has been more widely used for voyuerism.

Limpeh has been guilty of checking out all the chiobu friends of my friends and my friend's friends and my friends' friends' friends.

Guys: Don't tell me you've never done it before.
Girls: Yes, it does happen. And it can take whole day.

And I think there are quite a few conclusions we can draw about the social situation in Singapore.

For one example, just go to any chio bu's friendster profile. Let's do a brief analysis of this person.

If her testimonials are from both guys and girls in approximately equal proportion, it is an ideal situation and she's probably well-liked and is a nice person in general.

If no girl posts testimonials for her and there are ten thousand from guys, the guys would surely be using extremely flamboyant terms to describe her, which means she must be a.. you know.

Note: There will NEVER be more testimonials from girls than guys for a typical cb.

Friendster also exemplifies the disgusting side of typical CMI Singaporean males.

Just choose another chio bu as an example. Amongst the piles of testimonials, you are bound to find one fucker that praises the girl to the sky with typical terms like "friendly", "pretty", "nice" and other stupid words.

One fucker I saw went to the extent of listing like 100 positive words which he probably kopped from some online dictionary.

Hell, I guess it's granted that testimonials are supposed to be all nice and sweet and ego-boosting, but what these guys do are really too outrageous and hypocritical.

They are the disgrace of the male species.

I really buei tahan them.

And to add salt to the wound, these are typically the kind of guys who girls will describe as "kind, sensitive and caring".

My foot.

They are just rapists minus the guts.

Ironically, these are the guys who are the "ladies' men" and the social butterflies, because they are so "kind, sensitive and caring".

What the hell.

Vroom vroom.

Found this on piggy's blog. I was playing around with yun's bike haha. I wanna learn bike leh.

The Lawyer and the Engineer.

The Engineer went to the Lawyer's place to play tennis today budden as expected, the fucker overslept and the Engineer had to go into the condo himself to wait.

Tennis is damn fun lah. And the Engineer realized that all along he has been playing the wrong way. Now he is pro.

But the Lawyer had only 2 frickin' tennis balls and they got so tired of picking up balls that after like 45 minutes they left to nuaZ at the Lawyer's home.

Ordered KFC Family Feast and devoured it while watching NBA Finals Game 6. Damn shiok.

And then they started fooling around with Friendster and other people's blogs.

The Lawyer is a fucker. He wanted to introduce a girl to the Engineer. That girl is now his girlfriend. And even worse, now he's swooning over his girlfriend's sister.

Engineer: You're just a horny bastard lah.
Lawyer: Fuck you lah, I have feelings one okay!
Engineer: You're just a horny bastard with feelings lah okay.

Budden the sister is really damn hot.




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