Last night, a customer ordered 2 glaseese of Italian Red Wine. I saw a chance, I jumped. I told and showed them the Italian wine section.

"Why not get a bottle, it's more worth it, since two glasses will cost $21 but a bottle will cost $40. OR", I said and flipped to the French wine section, "IF you want, you can try the French wine cos we're having a promotion and any bottle you order entitles you to a 10% discount of the ENTIRE bill. So what do you say?"
He looks at me and say, "Ok I'll take a bottle."
"Which one?" (flips to the French section)
"This bottle." (flips back to the Italian section)
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"Ok." and proceeds to a whoo hoo! cos I sold a bottle.

LATER after the meal and the bill and he pays for everything and as usual without checking the bill he comes up and say, "Hey, there's no discount here"
"Sir, there's no discount for the Italian wine, only French"
"That's cheating, you said there was a discount"
"No sir, I said only for the French"
"No, That's cheating...."

Ok, so I said I'm sorry, miscommunication and I'll still give you the discount.
He goes, "Noooo...that's not the point, it's not about the discount, it's that you're cheating. ALL I wanted was 2 glasses of Italian red wine and this guy here comes up and tells me...blah blah blah"
Dude, rewind and see what you said in the first place AND you agreed to the bottle in the first place.
And he goes on and on and on about he's been in Singapore for 4 years (yea, stupid ang moh [not all, just this one]) and this is the first time he's getting this and goes on and insults Singaporeans saying we're cheating and shit like that and in the end we had to give him a 25% off the entire bill to make him happy. Fuck head, if you don't understand what's being told to you after 4 years here, maybe you should
a) Get out more,
b) Check and clarify your bill before paying and not throwing your credit card around like what all yuppies do, or
c) Just get the hell out and fuck off home.

All people want are just freebies. And they say kiasuism only resides in Singapore. Yea right. Fucking kiasu.

Dun you think it's a bit unfair that at most gigs, only the same ppl, same bands get to perform?

No one's home. No one's home.
I'm so bored. I'm so bored.
Think I'll walk. Think I'll walk.
Where shall I go?
What should I do?

I think there comes a point in time when you ask yourself, "Who can I rely on?" and the answer will be no one but yourself. Ironically, when this point happens, reliablility is and never will be on yourself alone. Anyone for a late night walk with cips and cool air? Wait. We don't have cool air here at night. How bout a schmoke?

Any woman out there wanna marry a guy with no job and no life? I need to get out of the house and I can't wait.

Couple of days back, I exploded one of the rear tyres of my dad's car.
Yesterday, gig at De-trash got canceled.
Today, gig at De-trash wasn't canceled.
But that doesn't change the fact that De-trash was badly organized. No contingency plan if it rained. Didn't bother to rectify problems. Sound was shitty. Some of teh organizers were snotty. Sorry. ARE snotty. Crowd consisted of that dog peeing next to the tree. Only there was no tree. SO there was no dog. No publicity. Stupid contract that we'll have to pay moolahs if we're late or didn't turn up but no one bothers to call the bands to tell them they're canceled cos it's raining so we/they just turn up to be told to go home. Oh well. Now we all know. Dun try to bang in and act but do it cos you like. Man boobies. I could do with some. Tired of looking man. Anyone for a trip down the lane of the land of Gey? :P

Be professional. Just play. And if you don't like it. Don't leave it to the last minute.

Oh man! I just recieved an email from Citibank asking me to verify my email for some dunno what bank account. I don't even have $500 in my account so that my bank doesn't deduct $2 from it everyone let alone own a Citibank accont. This is so jacked man. Talk about junk mail.

ENLARGE YOUR MANHOOD PLASTICBLACKSPECS! lol.

I just got two warning letters in less than a week for being late. One more and I'm out. I swear the bastard botak G.M. is out to get me. Bloody prejudice pig. Can't help it that I've got a life and he doesn't. If I knew I'll get a letter for being late yesterday, I wouldn't rush down but taken my own sweet time and have macdonalds or something first. So I guess I've got two options.

1) The next time I'm gonna come late, I'll take an M.C.
2) I'll just "quit" or go for a long enough break, let everything reset and start work again. Like in basketball when they sit out one season or is it game till their fouls get erased.

I think I'll go for option 1. I need the money.

Bastard.

Stupid gig on Sunday was cancelled. And I didn't even know about it till I asked. So it means that if I didn't ask, I would be waiting there with my bass like a dumb ass. Not to say I'm not one but at least I wouldn't be waiting there with my bass. Damn it! I wish people will be a little more efficient.

Ya ba dit, Ya ba dit, Ya ba dit, Ya ba dit. People are just plain bastards. We're not nice and we're always jealous or enious of other people. There is no way we can please everyone but that doesn't mean we can't try.

Whenever we go out and do anything, we're always concious but mainly semi-sub-concious of the people around us, whether they notice us, whether they approce of us, or just plain whether they are less cool than us. If they're not, then we'll go back and do something to reach another level of "coolness". As this level keeps rising and more things are added till the weight is unbearable and the trouble is too much, we go "BANG!" and everything will be dumped and we'll start from the bottom. After with the rings. Away with the chains. Away with bothering to comb your hair or choosing what to wear. Just Jump in the shower, towel down, slap on the easiest blues jeans and white tee and off you go. Hence, the only the combat the dullness and sloppiness is by doing something that most will think it's a good idea but usually is not. Like a tatoo. You really want something there you can't change for 50 years or so? Or a haircut. You really wanna save that $8 and cut your own hair? Well I did. Not the tatoo (but yes, I'd like one for the next 50 years or so), but the haircut. Yup. I when and snipped off my hair again even though I can't see the back of my head. In this way, I don't have to bother with combing or gelling or mousing or styling or whatever with my hair when I go out. I can just step out of the house after I step out of the shower and be on my way. But the minute I get to work, everyone's gonna be commenting about the hole in the side of my head due to the uneven hair cut. Oh well.

So anyway, De-trash meeting is on this Sunday, 7th of Dec at guess where....Borders! But the coffee bean thingy. And I've got a gig at around 7pm. I thing. And we're not ready yet. Nothing to do inbetween so I guess I'll just sit around at Bistro till it's time. What I'm trying to say is come sit with me and do nothing and yak abit and try to look cool together with the sloppy slouch sit and the side drag fag in our hands and making a lot of noise when chicks are around (though I hope chicks will be sitting WITH me) and not ordering anything but just maybe one (1) Ice lemon tea and eight (8) glasses of ice water, or as they say, "Ice water all round". Yup. That's what everyone does.

Opps. Quantum Spring's gig is on the 7th of Dec, Sunday around 7 pm, not 6th, Sat. Oh well. Come down and talk to me after the gig cos I won't know wat to do after that.

Borders Bistro is crazy. Borders Bistro is a mad house. Borders Bistro is all about having fun and laughing your way from the door to the table. Seriously. Most of my fun time is spent there. Actually most of my time is spent there. Come down on a day when the main key people are there and start a conversation with them. I guarentee you, madness. All we do is laugh and talk kok and just much around. Of course we do our work and not slack on the service, but you don't see us standing around stoning. i think we do. But when we don't, We're just, did I mention? laughing. I don't know why I'm saying this but I also don't know what's gonna happen when Sean goes back. But we'll survive. Once you start, you just can't stop. Just don't act all high and mighty and piss people off. Just be nice and nice. Remember. Never piss off F&B people. They might spit in your Portobello Mushrooms.


So it turns out I've got my hands full next week till next year. December is filled with work and gigs, and of course pratice (not going so good so far). I'm working my ass off and I'm still broke. I tried to get as many shifts as I can this month since I can't afford to go anywhere and rather than stay at home I might as well work...but I counted roughly how much I'll be getting this month and it's still crap. I'm just waiting. Once I get my own transport, I'm gonna freelance abit more and up my rates. $50 a day is not getting me anywhere. I mean, I work hard. I don't slack. I learn, if people are willing to teach. And I mean really teach. I act professionally. Well....I mean....what I'm trying to say is.....I don't just "ah...ok what?!" I don't argue back, much. Really. I listen. Or try to. I get the job done. Though I'm always late. Must be the lack of sleep cos I'M WORKING!!??!! Anyway. I'm a freelance audio engineer for hire who'll do just about anything I can or will try to and I don't rip people off if they don't rip me off. Which leads to.....

I was screwing something the other day at work. Unfortunately not screwing someone, with a screwdriver. Actually I was using a screwdriver to not screw something when it (the screwdriver) slipped and I got cut on my left index finger. At the point where the fingertips meet the strings of the

(a) guitar,
(b) bass or
(c) a and b but not at the same time.

Now I'm playing with just 3 fingers. Damn!



Yammer abit....I'm currently playing in 4 bands.

Chapter 24: Classic rock.
Eugene's Moment of truth: Whatever comes around.
Soundcard: Alt-Emo-core rock thingy.
Quantum Spring: Some Christian band. Yes. Christian band.

Gigs lined up so far.

6th Dec. 730pm. Outside Orchard MRT. Some Charity Event. Quantum Spring.
20th Dec. 2pm. Large grass patch opp. Hereen. De-Trash. Chapter 24.
21th Dec. 330pm. Large grass patch opp. Hereen. De-Trash. Eugene's Moment of Truth.
21th Dec. 7pm. Large grass patch opp. Hereen. De-Trash. Quantum Spring.

Damn Soundcard didn't get any gigs. Better get new strings or I'm gonna die on stage and in the studio. The strings on my bass are of such a heavy guage that the tention is so hard. I think I gotta drop to Medium or Medium Light guage. 100 - .45 should be ok. But I like the tone of heavier strings. Oh well. Compromise have to be done.


I think I should wash myself.

Change of dates

Chapter 24, Eugene's Moment of Truth, International Slumber Party , Metalgunz and Mistaken Identity will be performing at De-Trash on the 20th and 21st of Dec. Check them out.

Chapter 24, Eugene's Moment of Truth, International Slumber Party , Metalgunz and Mistaken Identity will be performing at De-Trash on the 19th, 20th and 21st of Dec. Check them out.

17th November. 21 more days till pay day. I can hardly wait.

Eugene's Moment of Truth will be performing an acoustic set with Mistaken Identity this Sunday, the 16th of November at 8pm at Retro Cafe. Come down, relax and sheesha.

Ah...a break after a not so long week. And I'm sick with the sniffles and the cough-os and the broke mans. Ouch. Ya. Even though I just got my paycheck, I have now...errr...I think $30.67 in my bank.

I have a grand total of (drum roll please).......$0.67 cents in my bank. Thanks to the $0.02 interest. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Pay day doesn't come for another week. But even then....Perfect time to go on a fasting/diet/Slim 10 4 7 days/Extrime/Weight Lost Program/WOW! I lost 35 pounds in 7 days thanks to being broke program.

Got this of SPREAD THE WORD - The BigO Update No. 290 (27/10/2003)

ANOTHER 204 MUSIC FANS SUED BY RIAA

Last week, the Recording Industry Association of America [RIAA], sent another 204 legal letters to music fans they allege are illegally sharing music on the internet. These fans who refuse to settle by making payment to the RIAA will be sued in court.

It is unclear how much the targets of the first wave of suits paid, though the Associated Press reported that sums ranged from US$2,500 to US$7,500 with at least one going for US$10,000. The money collected will not be distributed to any musicians. So far no other record industry association outside of America has sued music fans in their countries.

I think we should ALL share music on the internet and see what happens. Maybe we'll ALL get sued. Let's see who's gonna buy records now when they've taken all our money. Oh, wait. That's what they want in the first place. All our money.

Eugene oh Eugene where art thou?

Will there never be peace in this house till I get a job? Then wat?

Took a couple of pictures for fun at an old building at Sentosa for some band shoot thingy some couple of weeks back.

    

    

    

    

    

I'm broke and jobless.

I meet all kinds of weird kookie people who are very nice and normal people who are all bastards.

Plain Sunset is launching their new album.

The Gift Launch Party

Date:18th October 2003
Time: 8pm Door opens 7:30pm
Place: Elements (ANA HOTEL)
click here to view map
Admission: $12 + Free CD
(first 100 gets limited edition PS THE GIFT button)
ALL AGES SHOW

(pic and link and all details and everything else in this post stolen from Plain Sunset website and www.awake.com.sg Hope they don't mind. If do, Yell! and I'll cower)

Be there. I will.

I drove from Paya Lebar to Lentor on an empty tank. Now that's extreme sports.

Check this out. Skateboarding rulez!

Check out RedSky's blog for pics at Bar None

Back then...we didn't have color photos. It was all black and white. And then they faded.

There's something about O.Js that it has to only fill half a glass or cup to taste good. Any other way and it sucks.

I am 25 years old. It was 35 magical years of Yes in one night.

Sold my phone. Now I am phone-less.

I took a train today. Urghhh......

I went to Parkway today and ermmm...ya. I went to Parkway today.`

Got this off. Someone's blog. Nice.


English research

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Posted by stephanie at 1:29 pm

I have this website which I put all the links of all the places I used to visit so I can visit them anywhere. I did that because at that time, I was running on a 56k in Sydney and we (me and a couple of guys) used to go to LAN places to play counter-strike, and I was never good at it, so I ended up surfing the net faster than 56k. Now going back through it, most of the sites are gone already. And I don't visit most of them anymore now. I guess cos it's a different environment in Sydney, where it's just you and a handful of people you know and you're in a strange place and the lights in the sky moves differnetly. Here, It's just morning or night. Rain or shine. Sigh. I miss $5 steak, taco bell, smoking in the cool night on the balcony, WWE on Thursday and Saturday nights, pizza, the rumbling of the washing machine and dryer, my dirty little corner with hair all over the floor, Crazy Taxi, hanging out at Ralf's, Sean's "fucking hippie", Sashi's screaming, and everything else. Now it's just work and work and work and I'm still broke. This is getting tiring.

Today, I took a scissors and kept cutting my hair till I could not cut anymore. Now I'm off to work.

My amp settings at Sonic Fest 2003

Hmm..let's see. I mentally calculated that I need about $300 a month JUST for bills, and it's not ocunting the insurance that my dad threw at me and I refused to pay and I dunno if it's been cancelled. I owe D. $150 for 35 magical years of Yes all blown on one night. I still have my bike lessons which I'm stuck at stage 3 cos I dun have anymore money left to take lessons. I wanna get a tattoo and I think I'll drag my bro along. LOL!!!! Alvron's cheque doesn't clear till end of the month (;ilzsjdflksajdflvkajm;r3msv). I got $80 left in my bank. Transport cost about $80 a month. I don't have a job. Can't member my work enough to give tution. All my jeans are broken and my tee shirts recycled. I can't afford clothes for interviews. Holes in both sides of my shoes so I get soggy socks everytime it rains. SSF is coming and Quantam Spring is going for it. Still deciding if Eugene should go but we don't have a drummer and a guitarist though we have loads of songs. platformD is not moving. TRM is moving slower. Yup. I guess everything is in check.

So today at bike. There was liek 4 cars of test. And everyone was jammed up and all the bikers (excluding me *ahem :P*) slight screwed up and literally swarmed, left, right, front and back, the cars. Mess man. Like flies to a fruit. I wonder what the drivers must be thinking. All 4 cars going different direction but all can't move. Man we screwed them up. LOL!

Well it's off to work later. This is what we do at work.

And other stuffs

On the way home, was stopped by a police road block for a routine check. The 2 police women looked kinda cute and has one of those nice slim figures, something you don't see often in the police force. Hmmmmm......

Oh ya. Pictures below courtesy of RedSky

*Ya lah Bid*

Things happened between then and now.
1) Sonic Fest - where I forgot a bunch of chords.
2) Cousins wedding - Didn't go.
3) Septfest launch - Caught Tiramisu instead of (see #2)
4) Interview - but my MD doesn't do Long PLay. Damn it!
5) Songs - Got a couple few more. Same again. Unstructured. Unfinished. UnLyrics. UnFullbandlike
6) And a couple of pictures.

And of course not to mention that I'm so damn lazy to do anything nowadays but I did a little clean up here. That leaves me with about an hour to see if Eugene has woken up yet.

Panic attack!!! I can't remember the structures!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hmmm...some blue thing that was stuck between my gums and tooth just came out. Ahhh....mouth feels more at ease now. The beauty of cable if you can't sleep.

Once you go up, you'll never come down. Or at least it's damn bloody hard to, unless...unless....you're a big yellow cheese. CoRe-ReCt! Oh well....for the fiyaman!

Review of Igor (some restaurant)

When to Igor's on Thursday.
5 minutes passed.
Left.

Phone call #2: Private number

Me: Hello
Whoever: Hello.
Me: Yes, can I help you?
Whoever: *
Me: You got the wrong number.


*translated

Phone call #1: Private Number

Me: Hello.
Whoever: Hello.
Me: Hello.
Whoever: Hello.
Me: Hello.
Whoever: Sorry da chuo.

I can't get the damn wireless up and running. Now I can't even find my own user. I keep getting connected to the strays. WTF man. I think I'm gonna just run cables and switch. There goes $200 worth of wireless shitsysm. Here comes 50m of ethernet cable. Anyone wanna take the router off my hands?

On a lighter note. I think EMT is coming up nicely. The style is coming up nicely. But we still dun have a drummer and guitarist who's EMTish. Hmmm......

ND's gig was not bad. SO much better than Hougang gig. The soundcheck was shitty too. Alvron just plain sucks, but I have to say they did quite a good job. But I still stand by my it sucks. They're good as an event company but as someone who wants to get in on the local scene. Squashed balls man. So anyway, they couldn't get a decent sound out of Bid's classical cos they refused to pull up the gain. All I needed was 2 microphones. Simple. And they couldn't do it. Everyone was feeling bad. Bid worst. And then I remember seeing Jonathon's ES style guitar and I wank-roowed it from him and I guess we pulled it off. Better than Bid's squire at hougang. But guess amp plays a part too. Hougang was DI to PA. Some guy tried to hit on Bid with the "Your singing is very good" line. Of course it's good. We're not Dreamfactory ok. We are simple people who write simple music, I mean, We write simple music for simple people. I mean....We're not simple people. We're just...simple. Argh shove it. But we're not Dreamfactory. Mistaken Identity was good too. Yay Es! But work a little bit more on your showmanship. The rest of the band, not you. Paragraphing can kiss my ass now cos Bid's keyboards suck. Bid's keyboard should suck my ass instead. Where did my money go over $2 days? $200 man!!!! And no Ying. Even with your money it'll be around $150. That's still bad.

Dude!!!!! Manoman. I just got 50 freaking doo-lars for doing nothing. Before we go any further, shall we start from the beginning? Yesterday...or rather, wednesday, hmm...yesterday, let's just keep it as today is thursday, i was just sitting down at Beez-throw chilling out with Ying (not RedSky) whom I met coincidently, at borders, and working on TRM and Elfie (collegueaasahagsassd????@#!) came up to me and told me that someone needed help with her customer. Apparently this customer is a regular and knows Elfie (being a regular), and she asked her if she knows anyone who could help her with her comp (Printer and speakers ain't working). So I happened to be sitting around, as we mentioned before, and Elfie told the customer that I know something about computers. So I went along with the ride and joking said that I charged $25/hour and she (the customer) was all, "Oh, don't worry, I'll pay you" and I was "No, no, no. I was just joking". Anyway, I got to her place, which was just opp. the Beez-throw and took a look at her computer. Ended up that her speakers weren't plugged in and the printer didn't have the cable it needed so it wasn't hooked up to the computer. I fixed that up and told her to get the cable, plug it in and there shouldn't be any problem. Anything else come find me. So that's that and I went back to sitting around.

The next day, all of a sudden at work she came back screaming saying that the printer ain't working (sounds familiar eh FlyTrap?). So i said I'll be free on Monday and I'll come by then. But couple of tens (min) later or so she was all, "Hey could you come by after work and I'll pay for your cab back" Why not? Just to take a look. So I got over after work, fiddled around with it a bit, and I don't know what I did but after a lot of fiddling, the printer started printing normally. Case closed. Sat around. Polite chat abit. Had to go. She put a blue one in my hand and I "dounch" (lol) know what color in Elfie's hand. Wow!!! Anyway, went for supper with Elfie and her friend and I blew $20 on ciggies for Elfie cos I'm always bumming off her's and on the cab back but wow! Oh, and Elfie's friend apparently works at Muddy Murphy's and I asked about getting a gig there. Now all I have to do is get some demo up and see what happens. Hey Bid! Time to get the house a'rocking and jazz, or rather blues EMOT or EMT up.

Too much work is no good. I star dreaming about work too. Now why would I wanna do that when I'm already at work half my day?

I've givben up Sims. It's too time-consuming and it refleces too much on ourselves, or we reflect too much on them. I'm going for NWN now. Oooo..hope we ace the audition on Sat.

I thought Baybeats was next month. Apparently I was in last month.

I'm back on the Sims again. It has the effect of making you feel like on. "Oh, enegry level down, sleep." "Hunger, eat." "Takes 15 mins to walk to the entrance" Worst. I stay in Simsville. Literally. It's in Geylang.

It's been a long time but...dudes, I finally got my bag bag, with my comics intact, and no warning letter, and Im not the only one who thinks AP is an ass. So anyway, yesterday, or should I say 2 days ago, thursday, I was suppose to go work, but Bid shouted and blah blah yadda yadda yadda, we decided to hang. So I called in sick. Sick of work, and hung instead. We (Me and Bid) were suppse to take 61 and stone in the bus, but we ended up at Singapore Post stuffing my face with El Jay's while Bid picked on my coleslaw which turned bad. Then it was a, "let's take 30 to WTC", "I though you wanted to go beach road bum a cig from you friend?!" So we did, and Bid's kid called about some maths thingamajig and mixed emotion flew while she used my phone (between her and the kid) and I didn't get my cig 'cos my friend was busy, so I got a pack of Pall Malls instead (ouch, ex) and terik while "planning" acoustic gig. Mee Swa en route to Suntec to take 36 to airport which Bd didn't eat andsome dickhead bumped into me and I spilled bandung all over my hang which I proceded to lick off (man the drnks was a rip-off). Airport and the long walk to terminal 1 while before that Bid got duped into thinking we have to pay for teh Skytrain to T2 (not termnator). grabbed a bus, suppose to lift Bid home but keys were in the pocket so we played some tunes downstairs and then fought over who gets to sleep on the floor and breakie in the morning. Thhhhen i got called to come to work at 3 but I woke up at 3 instead and red skin drink and no pay food and here I am rattling off like some newb on the blog. Comics.....

I gotta get my bag back. I gotta get my bag back. It's causing me great psychological stress and trauma. I can't sleep at night. I'm stying up to watch Spongebob Squarepants everynight from 3am-4am. I play Big2 on my mobile in the dark till sunlight shines in the window or I finally drift off to sleep whichever comes first. I start getting all psychotic and paranoid. I start dreaming about her. Just. Just only, I woke up with the fuming feeling in my chest (maybe cos due to the pull-over I was wearing and it was getting kinda stuffy) cos I dreamt she came back to beez-throw to visit everyone and everyone was going, "Hi!" "Hey!" "How you doing" and I couldn't do a thing. Not a damn thing. She hates my guts (i think), she doesn't wanna see me (I think), I can't face her (I think), I gotta get over this shit. I need my bag back. It's the only thing that's giving me my securities, even though it's a fake one. I want my bag back. Hmmm...if I don't get it back on Monday I think I'll go crazy, start trashing the place around and sue for damages? Or I'll just sit some where and hold it down. Latter I guess.

I'm still waiting for the day for this to end but right now, I think diving with a tank of carbon monoxide would be fun.

My life is so governed by the stuff i read. The books. The comics. err...the books and comics? I can't elaborate now. I'll try later.
I'm so jaded. I'm so lazy.
I'm so lazy. I'm so lazy.

Mom called just now. Gave me crap about spending the weekend away. Treating the house like a hotel Hey, I'm home 6 day a week, why can't I spend a night out? Not going church. Wanna change your religion ah? Don't get me started on this. Sis called too. Keeps asking if I got Harry Pothead's 5th book. I'm not telling her I have it after looking at the way she treats my other Pothead books. After finding out I get a discount off books, she keeps wanting me to get books for her. Well kids, no more. Privileges will not be extended anymore. So I'm only looked up when you want something eh? Other then that I hear nothing else. Suck. My. Socks. I'll keep my balls and toes to myself and I never change my socks.

So I've not been myself lately. I've been someone I don't wanna be. I'm just not me. But yet this is me. Maybe it's just me, but everything is, although the same, but still different. So many changes. Room is different, and I still don't get to say how it should look like. I'll try again. My clothes are in my parents' room so I just wear the same things over, and over, and over again. Computer's in the living room and it's kinda uncomfortable using it there, (though I'm using it now) and the PC's in my sister's room which by the time I get home, she's sleeping so I don't get to use it. I don't see a point in getting up sp I don't and just keep sleeping till it's time to go to work, WHEN I have work. I'm giving myself all kinds of lame excuses but it's just I'm too lazy to go look for a proper job. I haven't been jamming for a long time cos there isn't proper musicians to jam with and it's a real drag finding them. I did find one perfect guitarist before, took a long time. Now he's stolen right under my nose. The mad eccentric bunch has been real cool to me so far. Thanks to y'all. TRM is getting so that i feel like just dumping it although I've collected quite some err..nice stuff. Distro, gig org, label, ORM. All the plans. All feel so tired. Jaded. Melton. It's just hanging there, like shit that won't go away. When I'm at work. I feel happy. I dunno why. Maybe 'cos it's just doing and doing and no thinking to be done. All so routine. I'm gonna have to admit this but I wasted a lot of money and bought this phone cos of her, no I'm still not over her yet, i still think about her, sometimes, and now I don't even send MMSes. Fish has my CDs and camera and I dunno where is he, still in Japan i guess. I lost my train of thought and I'm just gonna stop now.

ReDSkY (4:40 AM) :
haha knight in shining amour? lol
Wyxmm (4:40 AM) :
no lah. dey in smelly clothes

Star trek happened while I was taking a dump. I had a Kilngon

Oh, and now the renovations are starting soon, later in the daya nd my mom is like, "you go stay at your friend's place for 2 or 3 days". Like I have anywhere to go. I stay over a freiend's place one night and she screams bloody murder, and now there's no space at home, she just goes, stay at your friend's place. All a sudden it's ok to sleep over at someone else's place. And like it's okay with my friends if I crash at their place for 3 days. Why not just let me move out and save a bundle in renovations. It'll also give me the drive to go find a job. But noooooo...it's not ok....so I'm back to just slacking around and not even sending out resumes or looking for jobs. Drive-less. Slack lifestyle is so I-can-get-used-to-this. I've got nothing left to loose or should I say freedom. Actually, it's constrainted freedom. But I get to do what I want, and use the car and go out late at night. I can leave dishes in the sink and eventually someone (not me) will wash them up. Clothes just miracoulously disappear and appear in my cupboard clean. I'm so eViL. Hey...wait aminute. This is suppose to be grouse material. Nah..who cares.

So I went to view this apartment yesterday. Real nice and cheap and fully furbished and all. The one thing that caught my eye was the counter in the kitchen. I like. But it's in Pasir Ris. (it's ok I can deal with it) and I'm broke. And I dunno who else is willing to share a place with me all the way in Pasir Ris. It's really nice. Seriously. I have pictures. The past tenants were 4 stweardess. Damn! Why couldn't one of them stay behind. It's like 2 months rent and 1/2 month commission for the property dude and at least a year's lease.

THEN! I went to view this other place. Wasn't that fancy. But the thing that pissed me off was the owner, once she saw me and property dude, she kept asking if we are Singaporeans. What the fuck? Even while I, we, I...was leaving, she was saying, "Singaporean ah? SIngaporean ah?" so I gave her the, "yeeeesshhh, we're all Singaporeans." Then she asked, "why you all wanna move out?" and I gave her the straight, "'cos we're all really sick of staying with our parents and wanna get out." That shut her up abit. And I really left with the property dude. Later as I was waiting for the bus, property dude got a call from Singaporean-ah?-lady and told him that they are willing to bring the price down to $1.1k. Well Jeezz...thanks...I guess I...STILL won't be taking the place (if I'm taking any in the first place). The other place is more accesible, cleaner, more spacious, doesn't have things sticking out everywhere cept pure furnitures and cheaper. Suck this you big gaping vagina. Rubble rubble rubble mieh! Whatever. I do what I want *snap fingers*

Oh smart. I just saw a guy dived into the pool...at the shallow end. So there's this thing going on at the Beez-throw. Wait till I get it out and I'll post it here. It's scandalous. Something to do with Mr. Karl something.

Sooooo...boring......get....a.....job...get.....your..resume...done.....LAZY! get...off....your....butt....miracles....are...not...gonna...happen....

TRM is on pause till this freaking recurring fever due to infection and lump in my balls is over. ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

In a feeble, pathetic and lame attemp to increase my vitamin C and zinc intake, I ate/drank, in the pass 2 days

a) Bowl of cereal
b) One orange
c) Orange Juice with Soda water (taste like Orangina)
d) 1 1/2 plate of hokkien mee
e) 1 4/5 cans of carrot juice
f) a More lights fag
g) El Jay's Chicken and More combo add fish
h) Durians (some)
j) a drop-the-pill-into-water-and-watch-it-fizzle Vit. C tablet
k) a lot of crap from mad woman and..errr..equally mad woman.

Whoo hoo!!! I'm rocking baby yea!!!

When oh when oh when oh when will the wounds heal!!!! It's pissing me off!!!!!!!

what's wrong with the weather?! Cold one minute, hot in another. Oh, wait. I've got fever. I want candy.......

argh! sudden depression attack! that was last night. now my leg stings

Sigh. Kids nowadays. During my time, Macdonalds was a delicacy. IF we could afford it. Walking through town on a weekday made you the coolest guy on the school and weekends....hmm...I dun even remember my weekends except tution. Maybe that's why I turned out like that. 10 cents in your pockets to make phone calls. 20 cents in your pocket to take aircon bus with bus stamps. 30 cents can buy you mee goreng which you can't even finish in primary school. 50 cents will buy you ice kachiang in secondary school with countell atap seed. Waiting at the control station for 30 - 45 mins for a friend was normal. We dun whip out our mobile phones and start punching your friend's numbers furiously when you're at the meeting place and your friend is not. Pagers are for rich kids. Alpha numeric pagers. Phonecards. Call Zone phone. Kids nowadays have it made. BIG time. sigh. Nost man. Nost.

The rain is coming in.
I'm to lazy to get up and close the windows
So i closed the door instead.
Different action. Same results.

Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday to...oh give it up. It's over and it was yesterday.

So anyway I was at home, finally, eating fish and surfing through the channels and guess what I came across on Star World Sports? Dressage! Or is it Show jumping? Oh one of those horse jumping over fence things. It was the Samsung Super League, and it got me all...well....I was hoping to see...sigh...it wasn't...nope, it's over. I'm occupied with other things now. Like my bloated stomach now from the fish...but...It's over! But...nope...but...shu....but..shhh...but..yaa...but...jii...but...but..but schmutt.

Scam! Scammy scammy scam. If you hear rallying at at interview, walk out immediately.

Wow! If it wasn't for Mad Banshee I wouldn't have know. That boring at work eh?
Snaps in page 2 and 3

I think the word I should be using is "Repressed". Thanks Wailing Woman

For those who didn't come and watch Life is Elsewhere perform. Thank you. Thank you so much for not coming. We sucked. We blew. We're like a whore using a vacumm cleaner. We were that bad. Don't come on Friday the 13th either. It's gonna be equally as bad.

I need to keep myself occupied. I need to keep myself occupied. I need to keep myself occupied. If I don't my mind starts to wander. A wandering mind in this condition is no good. I need to keep myself occupied. I need to keep myself occupied.

Life is Elsewhere will be performing at Singapore Street Festival on the 5th n 13th of June, 820pm n 745pm at Cathay Cineleisure and Faber Hourse Park respectively. Come down and lend your unsupport.

I hate PCs. Always jumping around to the wrong window. Last night I couldn't sleep and I just entered the denail stage. In and out in just a whisk. Disappeared when I fell asleep. Fast eh? Why does she hate me?
"She fucking hates me...yea yea yea." - Puddle of Mudd

Anyway I've found it. Juggernaut says: "Cause life is pain. Pain leads to depair. And the only way to neat despair is through rage. And Rage feeds the Juggernaut. Once the Juggernaut feels rage, nothing of this or any world can stop the Juggernaut. The Juggernaut is unstoppable!!!!!!!!!"

Ok. I got a little carried away there. But Juggernaut is cool. But no one knows about him. You know, there are more to comics than being graphic literature. Hulk isn't just a lean, mean, green machine. Spiderman isn't just some kid who can climb walls. Hmmm...think I shall go read some comics.

Guys. Gals. Dudes. Cheesebuns. I'm ok. I think. Seriously. I hope. I'll be fine in the end. I better be. It's just that so many things are, were and going to happen/ing at the same time that I'm totally confused. With band and woman break up. Hanging gigs, music directions, open minded musicians, drummers who will listen, money, job, family, passion and cloged ideas and my freaking scabbing leg. (Hmm..alot about music ah?) It's just mixed emotions, (though all pointing more of less the same way). It's so mixed that I don't feel a thing. Seriously. Probably the main thing I'm feeling now is pain from my freaking scabbing leg, tiredness from working so much and not earning enough and disappointment from...oh...I guess (see above). But perserverance is my game. Like Juggernaut always says....errr...I forgot. I'll go find out and tell you guys the next time. Juggernaut rules man. And a little of Hulk. And Spiderman.

Thanks for putting up with me and being there guys. SSF is for you. And you and you and you....(Go see Tiramisu live in action to understand what just happened).

I hope during SSF gig I kenna electrocuted real bad and die. That'll be the way to go.

News headline
Life is Elsewhere's bassist who decided to pick up guitar for egoistical reasons only know to himself died while performing for Singapore Street Festival. He was gazing when the connection in his jack was loose. His cheap shoes did not provide a good enough conductor and now his familly is suing the organizers for millions which they will recieve within 6 months and will live happily ever after without having to worry if he's found a job yet or not.

Power right? What a way to go man. All problems solved.

Everyone changes. It's so sad. Friends become total stranges and total strangers become friends. Found passions are lost and lost passions are found. This cycle goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and .......It's so sad.

I just bought 12 CDs for $12 at Citylink's HMV. Don't bother. All the good ones have already been taken. BY ME!!! And my legs are stiff, sting and can't bend cos the scabs are always getting fresher as I pull/peel the guaze out. And my tunes are getting along nicely, I think. If only I can get better musicians.

Me and the other just ended. It started clean, became ugly and ended messy. Funny I don't feel anything. Oh well. She's happy. Her boat or goat as she likes it to be called is floating. I'm not bugging her anymore. I guess it turns out alright for everyone. And yes. I know I'm pathetic and shallow.

I can't help about the shape, I can't sing and my legs are thin.
Don't ask about the way I feel, I might not have the answer that you want me to.

Follower by riff and super extravagant solo.

Zakk Wylde is the way to go.

I could do with a smoke and some company now. Ironically the company I need is her. Damn it. Just get out.

Sunday is a long way from today.
It's almost yesterday so I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

I guess never expect too much from anyone. I did and the outcome is never what I hoped it to be. There's another thing, Hope. We need hope to drive us. To give us aim. To keep us going. But it is hope that'll kill us. I think.

Well-a done everyone. Thank you people for making my day/life as it is now. I thank ou i thankoi itankou..

Got this off...uhmmmmm.....welllanyway..here it is.

At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated "If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25 cars that got 1000 mi/gal." Recently General Motors addressed this comment by releasing the statement "Yes, but would you want your car to crash twice a day?" and also noted the following consequences of GM imitating Microsoft:
1. Every time they repainted the lines on the road you would have to buy a new car.
2. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would just accept this, restart and drive on.
3. Occasionally, executing a maneuver would cause your car to stop and fail and you would have to re-install the engine. For some strange reason, you would accept this too.
4. You could only have one person in the car at a time, unless you bought "Car95" or "CarNT". But, then you would have to buy more seats.
5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable, five times as fast, twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.
6. The Macintosh car owners would get expensive Microsoft upgrades to their cars, which would make their cars run much slower.
7. The oil, gas and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single "general car fault" warning light.
8. New seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.
9. The airbag system would say "are you sure?" before going off.
10. If you were involved in a crash, you would have no idea what happened.

I'm tired.

I just had anger-stress masturbation. It's a dirty job but someone had to do it

I guess Life is Elsewhere will not be playing. But if they do, it'll be under a different line-up and different genre and...basically everything will be different. I'll see if i can salvage something up within these 2 weeks. If not then BOOM! Anyone can have it.

I have a bag fetish. Not very strong but I still like bags. I have loads of rubbish bags and they are collecting dust and taking up space at home. Time to time, I get a bag mood and I use a certain bag for a long period of time. Army field pack. Big black bag. Sling recce bag. Sling net bag. etc. The bag mood now is the big black bag. Before this was the army field pack. When I get home. I normally just place (throw) my bag on the floor. It pisses my mom off (she always tells me to put the bags I'm not using in the spare room which I never do because I'm always "using" the bags If you know what i mean. Come on, you'll never know when I need them right?) but I managed to shove it to the corner so it doesn't take up so much space. The worst period will be the bag mood transitional period. That's when the previous bag I was using is shoved to the side and the current bag I'm using is next to it, and because my room (which I share with my brother) is kinda errr...unspacious, next to usually means the center of the floor. Anyway, the contents of my bags are usually stuffs I put in but never take out unless I need them. E.g. plastic bags, fliers, plastic bottle rims, dead batteries, fox-hole markings and so on.

A few days back, I discovered that my mom put the last bag, which is the army field pack, I was using into the spare room (as usual). BUT, this time, the contents of the bag were on the table. I see my lighters (I'll just say I use them for work), dead batteries, my notepads, green camo paint, supa-glue in small zip lock bag. I was thinking, oh well, I guess my brother may be using the bag oh my mom or my dad could have cleaned out my bag.

Here's the catch. I didn't give it much thought and I left it as it was for almost a week. Untill today, or right now as I was coming home in a cab I shared with Alice and Jango after watching Matrix Reloaded. All a sudden it hit me. I had a box of condoms in a Watson's plastic bag in the army field pack. As soon as I got back, I looked in my bag and nope, it wasn't in there. Oh my, oh my, oh my. Now the question is WHO? threw it away because it's no where in my room. No one said anything to me either. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. The point I'm getting to is, there isn't a point. It's just that it only occured to me after so long. Oh well.

Sorry. My mistake.

Life is Elsewhere will be playing at the Singapore Street Festival on the 5th of June, Thursday at 8:20pm at Stage D: Cathay Orchard Cineleisure AND on the 13th of June at 7:45pm at Stage A: Faber House Park

Then again....maybe we might not.

Life is Elsewhere will be playing at the Singapore Street Festival on the 5th of June, Thursday at 8:20pm at Orchard Cineleisure.

Or maybe we won't be in the end.

My sweet baby cakes is the most wonderful person in the world. I think about her evvvveerrrryyy day. She makes me smile.

Different ways I greet different people on ICQ

examples
Bee Dees! : cheesebun!
Manic Jango : dude!
Toughcock : dey

Which category do you belong to?

Question: I want my girl but does she want me?

I didn't know Puna pronounced poo-nah was a word. I came across it in the Microsoft Word's dictionary.

puna see altitude sickness

I though we made it up in camp describing basically anything. Good. Bad. Stupid. Smart. Whatever.
e.g.
You puna lah!
Eh, the feller damn puna ah.
Solid! That was damn puna!

Taken from Dictionary.com

puna
\Pu"na\, n. [Sp., of Peruv. origin.] A cold arid table-land, as in the Andes of Peru.

and CancerWEB's On-line Medical Dictionary

Altitude sickness

A condition that results from prolonged exposure to high altitude.

Symptoms include a continuous dry cough, shortness of breath, poor exercise tolerance, dizziness, headache, sleep difficulty, anorexia, confusion, fatigue and a rapid pulse.

Treatment includes the immediate movement to a lower altitude. Prophylaxis has been accomplished successfully with the use of acetazolamide (Diamox).

(27 Sep 1997)

So half the members of Life is Elsewhere is sort of leaving. They're gonna try with other people and see what's gonna happen cos apparently there's a musical chemistry problem and we're about to hit a brick wall so they wanna avoid it before we reach it. It's still gonna be us but if they find the someone else who's gonna work out, they're gonna have to pull out their songs. We'll still jam and all, but to me, I guess it'll be different. I guess Aaron's songs were the ones to jump-start what we are today, so far. I was hoping once we're all settled down we could actually sit down and start contributing a little more and start working as a team, as a band and not as individuals. I guess it's too late for that now. I guess you can put it in another way that I'm not musically good enough to keep up with the rest. It's like having the love of your life telling you, "I think we should see other people. Just to see how things work out." NOT! that that has happened. I certainly hope it doesn't but I guess at some point in time it will. Spoken or not. Fish is away in Japan so he doesn't know what's going on, or maybe he has a rough idea but I'm guessing he'll be too caught up in his work so it's be basically anything to him. So it all comes down to just me. Alone. Again. Maybe it's just me, but I guess I'll just do what i normally do in situations like this, which is Oh Well. I guess Life is Elsewhere ended before it even started. Life, is indeed Elsewhere. I'm guess I'm doing alot of guessing work here. Be thankful it's not gas. Though I hope it is.

I got this off Vanessa's Blog

may 9 dream sequence
I had a dream last night. We were sitting in a car. I think it was the Jeep, because I remember sinking into the leather seats, or just sinking into something pillowy, and dark, and warm. But I've had so many dreams in cars that I'm starting to think it might have more symbolism than I would like it to have. And things are happy, things haven't been so happy in a long time. I'm in the driver seat and he's in the passenger seat and he's looking at me and I'm looking at him and we laugh. Because it's awkward like that, but it isn't an awkward laugh, it's a laugh where you smile first and then laugh.

And then he leans over and kisses me. And I'm really shocked. And I say, "Wow, it's okay. We don't have to talk about this. We won't ever talk about this ever again, but this just happened once and it'll never happen again..." and I'm rambling because I'm nervous. I don't want to ruin things, not now. But it won't happen again.

And he says, "No, it'll happen again, and again, and then some!"

And I'm still shocked, and I'm scared, because I don't know if I should believe him. And I shake my head. And he goes, "Marry me."

And I look at him. And he's smiling.

And then I start sinking. I sink into the seat, I'm crouching because I'm confused. I keep on sinking and then I fall into the seats, into the darkness, into the leather interior and then I lose him and I'm just by myself. And I wake up. And I'm surrounded by pillows and comforters and my comfort blanket and I'm still confused and still so scared.

And then I try to go back to sleep. And I have the dream again. And when I wake up I don't want to go back to sleep. But I don't want to get up. So I start thinking about things and there's no more sleep. But I think I'm still dreaming.


It's so freaking me out that 2 people have the same dreams/ideas/thoughts going on at the same time but at the 2 completely opposite ends.

I guess this is the moment in my life I've been dreading the most. Everything, and I literally mean everything is falling apart. Nothing is working out and I'm losing everything that actually keeps me alive and sane. Soon I'll be dead and crazy. No. I think crazy first then dead. Waitaminute...I'm already half mad. I guess I'm half way there, or should it be 1/4 since I'm half mad and crazy is halfway to death. Flibberghastaganatious man.

This is my cheesebun.

There's only half her face because she's a cheesebun. I love her more than anything else. Well...I think my bass may put up a good fight but we're all equal. Just like her and my bass, me and We Are On. We Are On is her horse btw.

She's got delayed at the border for a total of I think 5 1/2 hours. She's there already and settled down in a hotel but she's lonely. I miss her. I hope she gets her routine down so that she'll be occupied with her stuff and won't have to feel lonely.

Her float's at 0900hrs. She's gonna be up around 0700hrs or earlier. It's 0117hrs. She's had around at least 8 hours or less sleep. She's tired and scared and stressed. She sounds tired and scared and stressed. I keep telling her it'll turn out O.K. and everything will be fine. I'm worried for her. I miss her. I got to see her last on Wednesday. It's 0121hrs. I'm worried and scared for her. I feel this lump in my throat and a weight in my chest. Breathing is hard. I can't sleep. I don't understand why I'm feeling like that. I'm sitting in my room without the lights on because it's broken. It's not helping. I wanted to buy her flowers before she left. Actually just a simple rose. I didn't get a chance. I guess I was too afraid. I got a little toy horse (she likes horses) and 9 CDs I burnt for her. It's 0126hrs. I still feel the same. I'm throat still lumps up and the weight in my chest is now in my stomach. I'm worried and scared and stressed for her and I miss her. I can't do anything now. I shall try to drown myself in my sleep. It won't be easy cos it's hard to force yourself to go under. It's 0128hrs and I'm worried and scared for her. I miss you.

This I like, stolen from RedSky's blog.

"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the American Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon.' Need I say more?"

- Chris Rock

My heart hurts again. Damnit what's wrong with me? I must be in love. Sucks man.

SMS between Gwenn...and me.

Gwenn...: ....then gonna meet Steven the beave
Me: lol! I tot beaves are for pussies? Hairy beaver all?
Gwenn...: Ya lah, Steven is a pussy what.

See Grouse Rally for details.

At night, it always feels worst. I need to work more night shift so I can keep my mind pre-occupied. But then, I'll just delay it and I'll end up sleeping at like 5am instead. Oh well.

I'm gonna die a lonely man.

My heart yearns for the woman I love, but....

Sean! How am I gonna contact you!!!!!!!

I slept at like 630AM and wow! I'm up early today. Early in a looonng time and ...

It's a beautiful day......
If you look up in the air
you can see the sky...
It's a beautiful day....
If you stare at the sun
you will burn your eyes.....

It's a beautiful day
Look up... the sky it's coming down

I totally get Volvo Driving Mom.

I sent out a job application and this is what I got.

Thanks for the interest in the application of the
position. I'm sure you're aware of the industry being
badly hit by the SARS outbreak and economy has not
started to pick up. We won't be considering your
application due to the high expected salary

Reply
I totally understand about the economy and SARS and all those rubbish but don't you think it's unfair to reject my application simply based on a high expected salary? I would have expected at least an interview for a chance to show you what I have to offer AND THEN, we talk money. Salaries are always negoitable. Companies always bring down expected salary but they never raise them. I hope you would consider my appication a second time and this time take a look at my qualifications and listen to what I have to offer. Thanks

Well, I got another shot at the job now.

Why did I treat you so bad? Where did I go wrong? What's wrong with me? What the hell am I doing?

Everything's not very fine at the moment.

I got this of err..some website. If you wanna know where, just ask.

Whether the cause is a previous night of drinking or a big lunch, the outcome is the same: Farts.
Seventy percent of the time, we can dispense freely. The other 30% of the time, such as at work, we have some tough decisions to make. This document is intended to help you in those decisions.

Holders - The obvious choice is just plain holding it in. A popular choice among the females and an almost impossible choice for males. I am not in favor of holding, as I believe the medical community has not done enough research about the long-term damage of holding. Really, where does it go if you hold it in? So be forewarned, using this tactic is to be done at your own risk.

Desk Jockey - When deciding to release right at your desk, one has many factors to consider:
- Do you have your own office? Feel free to fart at will risk free. After commencing, I highly recommend locking the door and feigning you are not in the office to avoid any unwanted visitors. I also highly recommend against spraying air freshener, as the smell of the freshener is a dead giveaway. Candles are a good alternative solution for the females.

- Are you seated at a cubicle or open desk? If so, one has to consider the proximity of the other workers and the density of workers in the area. If it is just you and one other person in the area, there is nowhere to place the blame. If others are fairly distant to you, the smell will dissipate by the time it reaches the others on all but the most egregious of days. There is always the chance of dispensing at higher decibels than anticipated due to the highly unstable nature of farts. In these most unfortunate situations, you will have to use cover up sounds such as scraping your heal on the floor. I recommend practicing making sounds covering a wide range of tones and pitches in anticipation of such an event. Dropping objects such as staplers, binders and tape may not produce a similar sound, but if done in rapid succession could distract others from the initial event.

Meetings: - Sometimes the urge strikes at the most inopportune time. Meetings and gas really do not mix. Releasing at a meeting is by far the trickiest of all the situations one could find oneself in. Although I am against holding in general, a meeting may be the time for it. It really depends if you have established baseline farts before the meeting. This will give you a sense of the decibel and scent level of what is to be expected. Warning: Do not ever use a meeting as the place to establish a baseline. Of course none of the above applies if you are meeting with vendors. You have free reign to do whatever you like.

Aisle Walker: - Releasing while walking around the office is a popular option. By the time the scent disseminates, you should be nowhere near the scene of the incident. The added benefit is that if the release is done at higher decibels than anticipated, you can break out into an all out sprint thereby fleeing the scene before others even look up to notice.

Broom Closet: - One option is to find a broom closet and release inside the closet. The only drawback is explaining why you were in the broom closet if you are caught entering or leaving the closet. I found stashing stationery supplies in the closet provides a nice excuse. People will love you for informing them about the backup stationery supply cabinet. Of course, you then have to find another closet, as your original place will become too risky.

And remember, if you're workplace has many open flames, you are on your own.

Take the "Which Marvel Comics Hero are you" quiz!



i'm a loner alright, but I wish I got that cool Symbiote suit. Wish wish wish

So anyone wants to move out? Anyone? Doors are never locked in Canada, Big money in US, err...Uk's kinda expensive but LONDON'S CALLING!!!! We can walk down Abby Road like the Beatles, and be butt naked like RHCP. Anyone? Chuncky peanut butter, fruit loops. chrispy creme (is that how you spell it Sean?), White Castle, Ice Hockey, Buffalo burgers. Salmon fishing. Alaska and the Aurora Borealis? Peeing in the snow. Anyone?

Ahhh...part 2

Another month has passed and I'm still nowhere. if I can find a few others who'd want to move out and are crazy about teflon, pancakes and half-filled OJs, I'd jump for it. But then, I think again. Will teflon be the same here or somewhere else? Then I'll have to find like minded crazy ass people who like to work hard but lazy around too and convince them to go to one of them beeg countries in the west. But waitamin, they don't have prata at 3am in the morning...I guess kebabs will do.

Ahh....this whole week has been work, work and work. and I'm still broke. Sucks. I really need a full-time job. Something with a regular pay. I'll take any job. Night-time security guard can? Maybe I go be taxi-driver. Damn it! i dun even have enough money to take taxi license. If only I have my bike license. I can go work delivery.

I Want

Damnit. I need a drive. I wanna go to Canada cos they dun lock their doors there. I want a house with a garage so I can jam there everyday. I wanna buy my own groceries and cook my own food with a nice frying pan and a hot plate and burn my food but I'm the one eating it so who cares. I wanna be able to eat fruit loops in the morning and leave my spoon in the bowl in the cupboard after washing up like Seinfeld. I wanna be able to blast my muisc loud enough so that I can hear it while I'm taking a shower. I wanna have a nice book shelf so I can line my books up nicely and only I can touch them. I wanna have a nice reading corner in the toilet with comics so that I can read the funnies while taking a dump and not worry about things. I wanna be able to turn on the TV at night after a hard day's work so I can relax with mindless entertainment. I want a couch. Two seater please. I wanna be able to wear my shoes in the house and not take them off at the door. I wanna be able to go out anytime I want, have late night supper talking about mind blowing stuffs and come home anytime I want. I wanna be able to sit at the driveway and smoke my day away. I wanna have nice cool OJs in a semi-tall but not narrow glass. It has to be half filled only. I wanna eat burritos for dinner when I feel like it. I wanna be able to blow smoke out of my mouth into the dark night sky and watch the smoke drift slowly away from my mouth. I wanna have a dog that I will run side by side with me without a leash when i go running (not jogging). I wanna have a punching bag so I can beat the crap out of it when I feel like it. I want.....

I feel like Harry Pothead in the 2nd book Chamber of Secrets

...quote, "He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomach ache." - Rowling, J., K., p.8., Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets., 1998., Bloomsbury., Great Britain.

only it's not Hogwarts that I miss.

She's so smart. She's so cool. She's so nice. She's everything and even more than I every wanted. Everything else is second best. Everything is third best. Everything is nothing compared to her. But....this sucks. Why oh why oh why oh why does shit happens? Isn't it suppose to be err..shit and gets pushed out and flushed away cos it's shit? I mean....it's not something you would wanna keep with you by your side all the time ain't it? Shit sucks. But don't suck shit.

Oh. Bowling For Columbine was nice last night. There was clapping and cheering...I think and all that jazz saying that the audience agrees. I was thinking. Hell...now they're gonna fuck up Canada, maybe Americans won't be so violent anymore after watching that film and gun laws would improve, Hell we're all gonna go to Canada and fuck it up. After the film, everyone was talking about it. The next day when I got up, which is today, didn't feel as jazzy as last night, so I guess it didn't really help. But I love the I don't lock my doors" attitude. I'm going over JUST for that.

Anyone wanna share an apartment with me? Budget about $500/month. tops. I'm not willing to pay that much either but it's just a price cap. Anyone????

Everything is missing, Everything! Why? Cos my parents deicided all of a sudden that my sis and me and my bro should switch rooms. (yea, i share my room with my brother). All of a sudden. I come home and everything is missing. Flark!

Nobody understands me truely. They think they do but in the end, I'm always ended up in a lurch

Yawn.....stretches. Hmmm...3+2 jobs now but less than 1/2 job pay.

There is never enough time....

Did anyone watch Seinfeld just now? HELLOooooOOooo!

I have nothing. I stay in bed and never get up until I absolutly have to. I wanna stay asleep and stay dreaming cos everything seems right there. My dad sits next to the phone and doesn't pick it up. I never get any calls so I never pick it up either. I have nothing. My brother's gonna ORD soon. I will have no space. No privacy. No freedom. I'm 25 and I still have a freaking curfew. My dad hogs the newspaper and when I wanna look at it, it's missing. How am I suppose to look for a job n the classifieds? My dad steals the New Paper from clubs. What's the point of keeping track with the news when you're not even doing anything. People look for me only when they need something. My sis looks for me only when she needs something. My friends or one of my friend looks for me only when she needs something. My mom doesn't like it when I come home late, or when I go out, even when i'm looking for a job or working. I'm only just starting. Everything is going, gone. Leaving or left.

How's that for the depressing charts? Reckon an 8 at least? I think I'm gonna sign up for loser.com

It hurts so much it hurts. But it's inevitable. Look...I'm learning new words. Sigh....

Man...this sucks....I miss Sean and Sashi and Ralf and Sofia and Forresters and $5 steak and Chicken Kiasu and UTS and flower pot man and Miss Thursday nights and cheap food at StarCity and Fucking *enter word here but it's usually hippie* and Shnitzel or however you spell it and Pizza and oh shut up.....

Things are look rather bleak at the moment....

I can't sleep cos I'm thinking of Her. She's on my mind but not by my side. Sigh...

I'm feel tired. Many reasons. One result.

Flark.

sigh....

EVERY!!! fucking thing is falling apart. Every!!!!!!

I'm suppose to be the want you want

This depression/my life sucks thing is coming back. But I can't help it. Really. I can't. I just can't. Help me but I can't. I'm sorry.

Song of the moment that drives the mood....Glad by Life is Elsewhere

Look...I'm a quarter of a century old and I'm feeling jaded already. I have no intention of settling down but I also have no intention of messing around. I just wanna share my life with someone who understands me. Hmmm...tough one. Who will understand me? Will it be contestant number #1, contestant #2, or contestant #3. The ones that I go out with sometimes...or used to...are in no way, anyway, close to someone that will keep me sane and happy. The one that I think is in anyway close is like so far away. I swear she's avoiding me. I think she is. Oh well. I think I'll go with the flow. Rough river bed though. Maybe I'll look the otherway...look....coasters....

I guess it didn't last. Oh well.....oh well alright. Down the freaking well. Look...barren ground. I think I'll go in that direction.
*grumbles*
can't even have some proper, quality time. what the fuck am I doing here in the first place. I shouldn't have done anything. No..I should have done something. It's getting me nowhere. yea...just a stand-in. Fucking hell. I should have kept my resolution. It seems like they're all the same. Never one is like what you expect them to be. Why do I even bother. It's just meaningless. It's all......*trails offffff*

Everything seems blissful at the moment. Hope it stays.

Yup...She's leaving alright. So I guess I'll see Her in..hmmm...say 5 or 6 years time. Maybe more, maybe never. If She still remembers me. *sigh*

"I want to see you" sounds soooo much better than "I love you"

I want Hills and no one else.

I still feel empty.

Late at night at the stables
Sitting on the fence not knowing what's in it for us
Next to each other, side by side, the distance between us feels close but yet a distance
Till one day while the moon hid behind the trees, a light came from within
Everything was soft and warmth filled the cold air

Maybe I'll try compile everything together...

So I went for this job thingy today. Hell Fuck Shit No! I don't think I'm up to it. I can try but i doubt I'll get it. I guess I have to look somepalce else. London's Calling... Maybe I'll see if I can contact my cousin.

I think I mentioned this before, but Life is Elsewhere says....

Don't you know
If you're ever gonna love him
If you're ever gonna love him

I guess I'll keep running....

I am as close as I am far away from you
I trudge my feet to carry me away
Every move I make feels like dead weight
I want to tear but I am dry

The hollow shell within me is emptier than it should be
As I listen to the tunes that doesn't help me
Even breathing is hard though I can't help but smile when I see you

The world of plasticblackspecs is a lonely path. Don't try this at home.

finally, the when I find The One that I wanna spend the rest of my life with (no it's wasn't love at first sight but...you get the picture)....

a) She's leaving and never coming back,
b) We're jumping on each others' toe all the time,
c) Don't have or never spend time with each other, and
d) I am broke, don't have a job and am useless in the working world.

Sucks doesn't it. I'm outta here.

I feel like giving everything up. And I mean everything. Maybe I will. I'll think about it.

I just completed LiE's demo though we didn't jam today Or yesterday. We were suppose to to do a proper recording for the demo. Anyway, I salvaged our other sessions and did one. AND!!!! I didn't even do shit about the lesson plan. Whooo!!!

I am the man.

This room is definetely not big enough for the two of us.

I am a genius. And I haven't even started yet.

I don't think I'm gonna get the job. I'm not even anywhere near it. I haven't even started writing the lesson plan yet. How am I suppose to create lesson plans for something I don't even remember or know. It's like going back to school and learning just to teach. I'm dead meat. Oh, look at the time. Time check please. Time Check: 0537hrs . Thanks! Shitty, shitty, shitty.

Hey thanks all for....err....you know what. Just going through some tough times around here. It's all mind games I'm telling ya but I'm playing.

I slept most of the day away and now comes the slowest part, night. I can't wait for tomorrow when I can go jam again. And I haven't done any work either! It's due Monday! Fudge! Fark! Fuck! Farmer!

i think I shall take a shower. Hot....

Whoa! Life is Elsewhere has 8 song already and still counting.

I'm sneezing like a spluttering water hose.

Why do I feel like I'm just some guy? Sigh...

It never fails. Everytime I go to the library, I need to take a dump. There's some kinda laxative effects mass congregation of books does to me. Hell, even bookstores does that to me. When, actually only when I go to the library or the bookstore to look for books for do work and not hang out. Oh...it's raining. Very heavily I might add. How am I gonna do everything by Monday? I called in sick today and I gave up a chance to work again tomorrow to work on this. I'm so gonna screw things up. I'm never cut out for this kinda job. I'm too dumb. duhhhhhh.....

Hey peeps! It's a nice cool morning today. I'm feeling all paranoid and emotionless now. Could do with a little more sleep and a little less work but the day has already started and it won't stop till midnight. See you guys then, or after actually.

Time check: 0423hrs
I am: Still bloody awake.
Opps it is: Over. But I shall still read. Same as before. See yaz.

I think I shall read till this is over. Sucky night to all of ya. Better morning the next day.

All this whining...I'm just a big baby. A kid. It's 0417hrs and I'm still wide awake and bored.

If I keep this up, I think I can put out cig butts with my right index fingure.

Can't you tell......if you ever gotta love 'em, if you ever gonna tell 'em....

Damn! Aaron is good.

I'm think I'm just a Fill-In-The-Blanks. I'm feel like a Fill-In-The-Blanks.

I'm listening to Keep Running now. Damn! That Aaron guy can really make a guy feels. Now I understand Vacant Heart Shakers.

Maybe that's what life is about. To get laid. To get high. Nah, I don't think so.

It's too quiet. I'm listening to the I get laid song. It was a good take. Even Aaron Baron says so.

I was always afraid to use the word love but now I'm not. Now I'm just not sure.

It's almost 4 and I'm still awake.

The angst song is finally over. I dun wanna hear the other stuff cos they'll change my mood and I dun wanna change it, so I just muted the volume and let it record. Oh, I've decided to do the session after all so I'm gonna have to wait for it to be done.

I feel like not working tomorrow. No. I will. I will.

I almost teared. I couldn't. I'm too stuborn. Though a small whisp came out. Oh no! Am I turning emo?

Why! Why! Why!??? did I never listened to myself in the beginning? I would have saved me all these troubles.

I'm in the middle of playing my with my bass now. Now I know how all those musicians play and move around and jump here and there and swing their guitars all over. It's cos of what they feel. It's emo (yah! yah!), it's fustration, it's angst. It's fuck y'all. I'm going back to my bass. At least I know SHE (my bass) loves me.

I am in angst. I need angst. I am angst. I am gonna play this new song that Aaron wrote that is so fucking angst (which has no title yet and still working lyrics.). Oh and I finally figured out why my A string on my bass was buzzing thanks to what some guy said at Bras Basah Swee Lee though I didn't know what he was talking about at that time but I managed to figure it out. I will play my bass now with full of angst till my finger blisters, again. ANGST!!!! I think it goes like this.

Run away! Renagade! What you say! All the way!
This is just the way that it seems.....

Or so it seems I think, I may be wrong. I am wrong. ANGST!!!!!!!!!!

I really can't sleep now.

I dun think I can sleep now.

I think I have decided. I will not mind fuck myself anymore. Instead, I shall stuff my noodle with as much shit as possible. I will keep feeding and keep pushing and keep going till I am numb, I will not be dumb. I will go to the extreme. I will...damn it. there's this baby cockroach runninga orund in my room and I missed it...TWICE! Fudge. So anyway..where was I? Oh yah, I will push myself to the limit and if I drop, so there. but knowing me...I'll be too stubborn to and I'll just keep pushing and pushing myself till I can't go any furthur, then I'll just pick myself up and keep going again and again. Yup. I'll do that. Oh...look at the time, I'm not even close to sleeping yet, and I have to be at school at 10am for some orientation thingy, AND I've got Beez-throw from 3-12. I almost took Nana's sat 4-12 but I decided against it cos...I think, I think...well....now come to think of it, I should have taken it. talking about Beez-throw. I have to blow my head up abit and self-boost my ego abit but now that Chew isn't working anymore, I'm the fastest gun in the restaurant. Yea!

Since I'm on the "let's write alot" run, I'm gonna go on somemore. Mr. Gay guy with a huge gross butt crack who semi hit on me came in again today and same thing, ordered 2 prawn spaggetti. i didn't have time to talk to him but before that, 2 other gay dudes came and I opened wine for them I had a screwed up wine opener and cork bit fell into teh wine and out into the wine glass when I served them. i was so embarressed that i gave them a 10% discount. When they asked for the bill, I told them what I did and the guy when "Oh, you didn't need to" He when on saying that it happens to him a lot and it's mainly due to a lousy bottle opener (Here Hills, you can have it back). Oh! And he said he cuts himself a lot too. I'm thinking..man, you suck. I only cut myself once due to carelessness and cork bits never fell into the bottle, cept that one time, and I dun even drink wine. Anyway, this cut himself with the wine opener gay guy is definetly cuter than Mr. gross butt crack semi-hit on me gay dude, AND nicer. Oh well. yea, think what you want but I dun discriminate sexual preferences.

Han was teaching Slyvester how to do closing and it held us all back. I couldn't steal a cake to eat, nor enjoy the wrong order prawn spaggetti that we (Elfie and Gladys) had to wolf down real quick incase Slyvester came back with Han or the extra left over stew that Andy gave us. Couldn't even enjoy a smoke after work. Damn! I gotta quit buying ciggies. Ever since finding out that the stain on my teeth was caused my drinking too my teh-terik instead of smoking, I just keep buying when I'm out. I've gotten into the, hey...when I'm not spending and trying to save and when I'm spending a little and trying to save, the outcomes still the same, so I'm becoming a little more spendthrift now.

I guess that's enough yapping. I really should try to get some sleep but I can't. Phew.....

Why do I keep fucking myself in the??? Arghh!!!! I need more work. Keep me occupied. Blaggerdash! Flabberghast!

I would cry but I am dry.

I love you.

There is no competition. Just me, I and myself.
I am who I am and I will be what I am.
I will not change for whoever or whatever, whenever, however or why-ever.
This is my life.
This is my world.
This is my generation.
These are my thoughts.
Welcome...to the world of plasticblackspecs.

Hmm...I guess that's enough self- psyching up for now.

I will not fuck myself in the head...
I will not fuck myself in the head...
I will not fuck myself in the head...
Fark!!! Why am I mind-fucking myself???!!!!
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Life...is just a series of....boring, stupid, mindless and un-worth while events. YaRg!

Oh....look at the time. I just got back from supper. I tried to sneak out just now. My dad was still awake. I waited awhile till he got to bed, a little bit more for the dust to settle down and then snuck out. The door creaked. I got out as quick a possible and ran for the life fearing my dad would wake up all of a sudden wondering who's opening the door at almost 3 in the morning. Got Ben and we drove around trying find food. All the food places were close. In the end had to supper for mee goreng and maggie mee goreng at some prata shop. Oh well. At least I got some food. Now I still can't sleep. I think I'll play some Diablo II. The only game I have on my computer. Boof!

ah...I think one of my posts disappeared so I'm posting it again. I got it from..I can't member where. (Actually I do but I'm not telling unless you ask. So there) Here goes.

First name: Terence
Age: 25
Country/state you live in: Singapore/East
3 fav. bands are: Life is Elsewhere, Tiramisu and I'd have to say...Plain Sunset I guess
Want to get this outve life: Oooo..tough one here. Let's leave this one out.
You think your punk/skate/goth/bimbo/trash/normal-boring: Ex-skater, a little punkish, but normally boring
Majority of the time your wearing: Some kinda jeans and a tee-shirt I...*sniff* no smell, so dun need to change
I could / could notwear white sneakers and tights in public: NOT!
Am i a bitch/prik: Prik
I like: Hills
I hate: Not being with Hills
I am usually happy / sad : Happier sad. Nah...the sad/depressed thing is getting too over-rated. I'm usually grinning monkey happy

Have fun.

Again. Can't sleep. Haven't tried though I just laid in bed. I'm bored. No super alot of work shifts at Beez-throw cos we've been cut again. Tight budget constraint. Tight ass you mean. I think I should look for another part-time jobs. Having more than one job seems to be the "IN" thing nowadays. It is. Really. But people are doing it just to get in on it, they don't understand the concept of it. Like giving up one shift to work at another place. Hello? Same thing right? Oh well. Hmm..oh well seems to be on my mind lately. Oh well.

Can't help about the way I am,
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin.
Don't ask me what I think of you cos I ain't got the answer that you want me to.

Riff and the followed by super elaborated bass and guitar solo together.

Boy! Am I feeling spendthrift. It feels good to buy stuff. Retail therapy.

FINALLY!!! I've got new shoes. And a bag. And comics. And my pay slip. I think I'm gonna get another bag tomorrow. I think my pay check comes in tomorrow too. Oh what the heck. I'm springing for those books and CDs I want now online. Pictures up soon, later, next time, when I get my cam back. Take you time.

Gimme a J!         J!
Gimme an O!      O!
Gimme a B!        B!
Gimme a JOB!     err.....dey...dun have leh. Sorry ah? *runs out the back door*

I'm so bored. I need someone to talk to. I need to talk to someone. Someone talk to me.

Cheesebun

FORK!!!!!!!!

spoony spoony spoon....

uh hmmmm...

La la la la la

Tee hee hee *giggles*

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It's 3:33AM already? But my clock says it's 0338hrs! ??? Time weird when you're (not) haviing fun.

I need.....

a) Make that 2 new pairs of shoes.
1) pair of new jeans. Mine's all holey.
e) lectric toothbrush. (Enter the yuppie, but I think it'll help get rid of the stain on my tooth)
b) ag again. I'm bag obessed.
$) some books online and from Bored-ders.
and of course...a job. pooch

I can't sleep again. I'm thinking of yoooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. So bored. i need to get my life in order. Hmmm...that means about $10k+??? yup. That should do it. Number one on the agenda. Give Hills a hug when I see her. La la la la la. Nothing to do. No urge to smoke. No urge to eat. No urge to sleep. Urge to hug Hills. La la la la la. Life is Elsewhere.

I've finally cooked my instant noodles but I haven't eaten them yet. Beez-throw is getting to be a drag. I need to find another job so I can throw some shifts away.

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! Where did all the freaking comics go too???!!! I think I'll eat some instant noodles.

I feel used. Oh well. I got so fed up I just changed everything. La la la la la. I'm a genius. Thank you. *bows* Thank you *bows*

I give up.

I'm totally sorry for all I have done. I am yours ass truly.

one more time?

Here I am, I screwed up my blogger, and I can't see anything, even what I'm typing now, and my gf's not helping at all. All she does is wiggle her bum at me and flashes me. I'm so cheesed...no...I'm so fucking pissed off now. No one helps. I still walk around with broken shoes. ALL my fucking shoes are broken. Every single pair of civilian shoes I have is broken. I walk around with my sole split into two, causing super straining on my feet (better if I walk around bare-footed). No wonder I feel tired all the time even though I've only worked 6 hours at the beez-throw. My only pair of slippers is 3 sizes too big and I didn't even buy them, I found them. I can't afford to buy a new pair of shoes cos a) I haven't paid my phone bill in almost 5 months and 3) I dun think I should spend that kinda money cos I dun have a freaking job 2) The only job I have now is barely enough for me to survive. I eat like.......when do i eat? I dun even remember. and flabbergash) The only reason i have internet connection is because it's free (Starhub). Argh, Sod off. All of you. I give up. I'm just gonna sit around till it's time to go for Music Box. Hope I dun screw up, but knowing me. I will. Farmer!

I dun see anything

I think I'll get a pack and go for a walk. 3 whole hours. I need time to myself...again. Why....

It's only freaking 15 to 3. Work's at 6. Leave at 5. Shower at 430. That leaves me with a whole 1 1/2. So long! Bored! What to do! I wish Hilary was here with me. Whooo....lightning. Hilary was so cheesebunned at worked today that she's cheesebunned. I'm getting angry at Bistro. I think I'm gonna do fuck-all today. I'm moodless anyway. Can't tell you why. I'm moodless. Happy but still moodless. I'm insecure.

Life is Elsewhere

Formed in around, but not exactly, Feb 2003, fueled by their roots of that time and driven by the different directions each individual took as they tried to trace the remains of what's going on around them, somehow, anyhow, who cares how, they were fused together and hence the final product is something not a final product of the fusion but a regurgitate of what each has experience while they pondered what everything or anything is about (mainly Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll I guess, though we all know that's not what it is all about now. Well, Rock n' Roll of course, definetely Sex, Drugs...maybe). After much of Elayne's (Dun ask me, I dunno who she is either) wonderful experience with her experiment (them being her pigs), it has been discovered that the amalgam of musical ideas showed that whatever rubbish has been dished out at this point showed that Life is Elsewhere. Hence, they decided to carry out a self searching research to find out if it is just them or the same goes for everyone.

Some people are soooooo funny. Points at you, you and.....you. You too. Dun think you're so cool. You're one of the funny persons I'm talking about. Damn funny but I guess it's just me, Hence the title. Like I used to say, old school style, Comedy sia.

Oh. My shoes literally fell apart. I'm shoe-less now. I guess my socks will have to do.

Hmmm....let's see. What do we have here...Mad Cow Disease, some kinda war (again), SARS (Singapore Armour Regiment?)...some kinda other rubbish I'm guessing. I wonder why...I guess it's Nature's way of saying...
"You're all stupid and fucking up each other and fucking up the world. I guess it's time to weed the pack. Thin the herd. Get a trim. Just fucking die assholes."
LOL!

Always, always, always fucking happens. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

There was SOOooooo many girls wiggling their asses to (I can't get no) Satisfaction (only), though I dunno why, but they can't beat Mick Jagger.

Click on the picture to see my socks doing an impersonation of Mick Jagger.




Do-do-do...

My finger, my phone and my shoes are all taped up. I'm such a loser. Gimme money.

Yawn...! I need more work

Got this off cherrybombpress site

STOP FOIE GRAS!

" An investigation by People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) on a foie gras farm found that many ducks died when their stomachs burst from overfeeding.

Studies have shown how force-feeding can result in terrible injuries including bruising and tearing of the neck. The birds also die from asphyxiation if the feeder accidentally pushes food into the wind-pipe."

If you go to a restaurant and find FOIE GRAS or other cruelly prepared food on the menu, say "oh, you serve this, then I cannot patronise your restaurant." Get up and leave.


Sounds like me at home. Force fed. I'll Force Vomit then you know. I eat when and what I want.

Today....I have no work. Just abit though. But I'm basically, sort of, off today. I'm bored. I don't know what to do. I need to work. You know what. I don't need a break. I need something to occupy myself. Yea. I guess I;ll go play with my thingy. (BASS you freaks!)

Every single word you say
That stick around inside my head
And I wish that you will write to me
Wish that you will write to me
............

I just wanna be with you
I just wanna be with you
I just wanna be with you
Don't wanna be without you.

I like vans (the vehicle not the shoes), I don't like cars.
I like scooters, I don't like road bikes.
I like slow ah peh bikes, I don't like fast expensive bikes (I'm a cheap skate).
I like walking, I like running (but I'm too lazy).
I like taking the bus (when there's no one in it), I hate trains (even whene there's not one in it).
I like you, you and you (only).
uh hmmmm.....

*Ripcough-CoughOff* *Ripcough-CoughOff* *Ripcough-CoughOff*

My brown eyed girl...*in background* (My brown eyed girl...My brown eyed girl...My brown eyed girl...) You're my..brown eyed girl....
Do you remember when, (do you remember when)....we used to sing. Sha-la-la-la-la.....

On the way back home from work just now...in the bus...guess what I did. Yup. I picked my nose again. Well, not straight away. I fell asleep first, then I work up with this small kid looking at me. I waiting till she got down before I picked my nose. It was kinda dry. I guess it was because of the aircon. Oh! Did I mention I was jamming later? *super huge wide ass grin* Nap abit first. Feels like I've just ran 10km. *How you know?! You run before is it?* Ya, I ran before. Did it in less than an hour. *sticks chest out proudly and struts around*

I'm jamming morrow. *wide grin* Wait...*looks at the time. I'm jamming later. *super wide grin*

I think I wanna buy one of them electric toothbrushes. There goes $50. My teeth are in a bad condition. My teeth is in a bad condition. I've got bad teeth.

I'm tired but not sleepy.

I'm head itches. Not hair. Not enuff. I think I should have said scalp. My scalp itches.

I'm picking my nose.

Oh well....

So there was this guy right?....He's walking down this huge walk-way...you know teh one outside taka and wisma? Yup, the one where the most common element is plastic. (Is plastic an element?)...so anyway...there's this guy right...?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I did it again. I'm an ass. I gotta find time to face it and tell you. You know who. damn! I'm such an asshole

I'm wasting posts......

Check out the time man. I'm doing opening till mid day, and if the feller doesn't turn up, till closing, Then opening again. Power right? I'm running around like a mad dog.

Fucking shit ass dick head of a baber. I when to this baber see....I just wanted a trim. "Trim, keep the fringe" I wanted to re-grow some hair now. Simple right? So he trimmed...and trimmed...and trimmed...and then he trimmed...higher and higher and higher...then he combed my fringe down and snip, he cut a straight line across my forehead. So I got a hair style that looked like someone put a bowl on my head and cut everything that stuck out. Only this bowl was square so it was a big of a, but not really, crew cut. I was so fucking pissed offed that I was swearing and cursing and shouting bloody murder and wanting to sue for scam-dature (such a word?). I tried to live with it for half a day but I ended up getting a after 3 months BMT pass out hair cut the next day. Fuck head barbers. It's all a scam I tell you. I''m never gonna cut my hair again ala Sydney. That happened 2 days agao. well...make it 3.

Hmmm...this people are fake, everyone is shitty, world suck thing has all of a sudden became an "IN' thing if you know what I mean. Come on!!!....hello!!....Old news??!!!! *lol* being a bitch as usualy me.

A long time ago. I wrote a story about a caveman. I put it up in my site when purpleslob was still around. I'm re-posting it here again 'cos I kinda liked the story and also i think Alice wants to read it again. Here goes....

Note: The story of Yarg and his Eggs was written back when I was studying in Sydney and where life was fun but yet sucky, boring but full of excitement. It was written back at the time when I had nothing to do but had a lot of assignments to do at the same time. Also, when I wrote Yarg and his Eggs, I think I (the writer) or it (the story that was written, or was it my muse that I met only briefly but he seemed to have when on hiatus for a long, long, long time *come back...I need you....*) was, in a way, kind off, but not really, sub-conciously, inspired by Douglas Adams way of writing, if you know what I mean. I'd also like to thank Sean Mangan from Long Island, New York, USA, my classmate in S.A.E. Sydney for coming out with the word/term/sound, Yarg! and all the fun we had about the East and West.

Story of Yarg and his Eggs taken from the June 29th 2002 Journal entry of purpleslob's Blog <----(pssst...click here)

"HEAT" is a very powerful word. "COOK" is also a very powerful word. When you put these two words together. "HEAT" + "COOK", a very powerful phenomenon happens that practically changed the way of life on earth. How? Let me tell you a story.

The Story

Time: Long ago before civilization, though I'm not sure if we HAVED reached civilization with all the assholes around.

Character: A caveman (let's call him Yarg), some eggs (lets call them eggs), and some people and dinosaurs around (let's call the some people and dinosaurs around)

Scenario: Hmm, let's start outside Yarg's cave, which so happens to be called...Yarg's Cave.

So here we are...fucking hell, let's just get straight to the point. So Yarg is feeling hungry today. He goes out to hunt for food. He's fucking hungry 'cos all he had was raw dinosaurs around and maybe some fishes that happened to nicely float to the surface of the water when he decided to have a swim in the local pond and some fruits and leaves that made him want to eat more and more and more. So he was deciding what to eat and he stumbled across a nest of eggs. At that time, no one ate eggs 'cos mainly, no one dared to go near a nest of eggs when the egg's owner is around. This nest, however, was different, it's owner wasn't around. Instead, a small bird, well, big bird but considered small in that time was near and pecking on the eggs. The bird broke into one and ate the yellow googy stuff that came out. Yard went, "Oo! Oo! ARg! Bu Yah IK!", which so happen means, "Oo! Oo! ARg! Bu Yah IK!". But I think he was trying to say that he didn't know you can eat that. So he went and chase the bird away with his trusty club (wasn't easy though, he got pecked on the arm and shoulder and that made him bleed. *note* this adds up*). So at last he got the bird away, and picking two eggs up (they were pretty big k) and grumpling, made his way home.

Here it comes....

When Yarg got home, he sat down outside his cave and bit into one. YUCK! Mouth full of shells, tasted like shit. That really pissed him off. He shouted real loud, threw it against the wall of his cave (outside you dummy, not inside) and trudded back into his cave, feeling super pissed from the bird pecks and egg incident (shhh, dun say anymore, makes him angrier) and hungry, he went to sleep. (I know I would, fact that's what I do when i get real pissed and hungry and can't do anything about it, I just go to sleep.)

The next morning, Yarg got awaken by a marvellicious smell (Thus inventing the term marvellicious). He when outside and Lo and Behold! (I always wanted to use that word), the egg that he threw against the wall of his cave (outside!!! duh.), has fried 'cos of the heat from the sun (he went to sleep pretty early) against the stone surface of the wall (OUTSIDE!!!). Yarg tasted it and Yea, Yea!, it was great and he licked the wall (I'm not gonna say it this time) clean (thus inventing the phrase "lick your plate clean" or in this case, wall.). He hurriedly when to look for the other egg that he left outside the previous day. No, nobody took it. When Yarg gets angry, no one messes with him, even the dinosaurs around. How? He shouted real loud remember, should have paid more attention to the story (thus inventing Tarzan's jungle shout). He finally found the egg. It was buried under the sand outside his cave (It's real windy at night, that's why Yarg sleeps in a cave, thus inventing the house). The quickly dug the egg out and hurled it against the wall, hoping it will cook again lke the previous day (yah, cavemen were still pretty dumb back in those times). The egg did not splatter. (Awwww). It broke and out came white stuff instead. Yarg, curious, when to take a look and tried the white stuff. What do you know, Hard boiled egg, or rather steamed or poached or whatever egg turns into when it gets extreme heat under sand, I never have any success with eggs anyway, I took 10 minutes to boil and egg and another 10 minutes to peel the shell off and only 10 seconds to finish it. Doh! Let it out too early. Yah, the egg, under the sand 'cos of the wind and the heat 'cos of the sun cooked. (thus inventing the hard boiled eggs, or steamed or poached........10 seconds to finish it.)

I think we got a little side track here but anyhow, Yarg discovered new food. The end? No, he did not know that heat cause the eggs to cook, but he did however, patent the idea, trademark it, and set up a restaurant which menu only had eggs against the wall and eggs under the sand. People around came to him, paid him in eggs and he cooked it using his special techniques. (Cost was 2 eggs for 1, so Yarg, never had to hunt for food anymore.) Problem was that the people around had to order the eggs and come back the next day for it. (Hence, inventing the terms, patent, trademark, restaurant, menu, the payment system, a story and a bloody waste of time).


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