Xmas Day

Was supposed ta go out and meet some friends. In the end, did some laundry. Which took too much o' me time. And then. And then nothing happened.

Nothing.

a chance meeting with Michael P Cottam

who? Who you asked? Michael P Cottam's a 3D game artist who's worked with the who's who in games/films industry. EA, Ubisoft and Lucas just to name a few.

How I meet him. It was a cool Friday night, 18/12/09 in Starbucks. Sippin' hot delicious cocoa while drawing my personal comic. Noticed a person standin beside me, but I wasn't bothered with. Said person finally tapped me shoulder. All the rest, as they say, is history.

He recommended that I join a programme as a Game Artist at a campus he is teaching. Dropped him an email he said if I'm interested. Sounds interesting. Will consider.

http://michael-cottam.blogspot.com/

the Great Winter Depression

Not that Singapore enjoys the feeling of winter, it being located along the equator. More because of the fact that it happened during the months associated with winter.

What is the Great Winter Depression you ask? Verily twas foretold that the great Swedish Masters, OPETH, are going to give the undeserving populace of Singapore their unique brand of musical virtuoso. The date has been placed on the 28th of November. It seems the Power That Be has denied Singaporeans the tantalizing sweetness of Opeth. Oh Fate, thou truly art a cruel entity indeed... And thus the Great Winter Depression sets in on the balmy and oft-times wet environs of Singapore. All is not lost though; if Fate be willing, 2010 Opeth shall grace our shores. All I have to say is this: don't place all your bets on that. Take it from one who knows the acceptance (or lack thereof) towards Metal music in the local context.

On a brighter note, my quest for a new vault has been successful. Now it is in the process of accumulating effects to replace those that were lost to the Warp. Welcome Terra! I shall mourn for Tera no more...

Thanks Pipboy!

Death of Tera

Tera. The Vault with which I kept the most dangerous and down-right disturbing phenomena this side of the Cosmos. It has sealed itself from me. All of its glorious esoteric lore lost. No signs or symptoms were shown prior to the expiration.

What is a man like me to do, in these times of darkness and despair? Should I climb the highest man-made building and jump down? Or should I lay on the ground as herds of rhino stampede all over me?

Nay. Nay I say thee! I have looked into the warp. And yes! Tis tempting to take the plunge, but only cowards and fools choose the path of damnation. Not for me, a fate such as that. For me, it is a setback, a major one, but I will have to struggle forward. In search of a new Vault. The Galaxy shall be spared from my attention for the time being.


Oy, Pipboy what reckon you?

(picture courtesy of Bethesda Softworks)

Quick Updates

Somewhere in the month of September, me and two comrades took out the kids for dinner. Glad to know that the maxim "There's a kid in everyone" still holds true.

the great escalator escapade

District 9 kicks all kinds of asses. Plot looks simple but the meanings are deep. Stop all the hatin'. Peace with the Prawns! + prawns plasma-rifle owns. 'Nuff said.

Whereas 9 can own my 'roids. Do not watch it unless you feel the urgent need to waste money AND approx. 70mins of your life. So much potential, screwed up by a clueless plot. Tim Burton ladies and gents. Sod off!

This one? Jin Notti? Well, it's about a female Jinn, named Notti. She doesn't like to do naughty things. Indeed.

Returning Point

G'mornin sods. Missed me? Yeah, me too. Anyways..
Life's been damn hectic. Been a month plus since I last did any updating and/or came up with any new original content. Worry not all you genital warts, the Awesomeness shall resume!

(Dr Rockso will help you ease through your Monday)

2 Singaporeans drowned at Tioman Waterfall

Follow it up over here.
I've personally been to said waterfall, twice in fact... Can't really gauge the danger levels though. But I do know it kick ass!

My gut feeling says that it aint the waterfall, but the denizens of the waterfall that caused the tragedy. Perhaps the drowned victims unknowingly desecrated certain sacred object thereabouts.
Some weird shit happened to me comrade, Ricky(shown below with the white pants w/ red splotches). He let loose a golden shower in the waterfall. It was all fine and dandy when we got back to our resort. But when night comes, Ricky experienced some other-worldly events. Safe to say he is still alive...albeit he'll never take a piss in such places no more. Lesson learnt.

Normalcy resumes

Salutations sods... been awhile since i last update. Truly the past few weeks have taken a toll on my blog-time. Basically me being called by the Guvnor to guard something precious to the economy of Singapore. Or probably just having my time wasted.
Hours of patrolling, sitting down, eating and playing scrabble with me boys. Heh. Praise the Power for the awesome company that came along with me for this deployment. As much as I love coming back to me daily routine, a wee part of me kinda misses the shit we went through together. Pseudo-British accent, ordering Pizza and smuggling it unbeknown by the other security details, going to a hospital speculated to be haunted for some adrenaline rush. Yes, the deployment IS THAT DEAD.
On a side-note, me and me boys didn't encounter any folks from the other side at the hospital. But we did manage to stop from running over a kitten due to my keen-observation skills. More content soon!

July updates

Aite. I know the follow up review for the Perhentian Island Campaign is long due. Truth be told, it has already lost the momentum. So I will just describe it thus; the campaign was a successful one. Objectives were met, namely: (1)Searching for the elusive waterfall and (2)building a bonfire (Refer to pictures above). On top of that, yours truly did a one and a half flip from on top of a jetty and landed face first into the water. The pain felt good. The left half of my face became lumpy and numb. All in all, awesome trip.

My new working environment is ok. New colleagues are decent sods too. Also, Im now a member of the elite California Fitness Club. Word yo.

Perhentian Chp1 - Roll Call

The Cosmic Dust has settled. I'm back again. Chant on the street was, y'all missed me. How touching. Anyways like I've stated in me previous post, Perhentian Island was given the pleasure of having me and me sods grace its fine white sand. And grace it, we did. Before I start astounding you feeble fleshlings of the grandeur, a little introduction is in order.

*Thunder and lightning rage across the skies as the 9 Names of Chaos were uttered...

Jesper

Gerard "Unca Johnny"

Din "Ricky"

Benson

ali

Raz "Tony"

Weiyong "Yngwei"

Khai Bob of Woe

"Daddy" Shum

Remember these faces folks...for these are the stuff of Legends. That or I'm just stuffed full o' hardcore cockiness. I'm coo either way. The rest of the myth shall unfold... when I'm not beset upon by the Zzz Daemons. Laters.

The Time is Nigh...

The gears are accounted for. Blood raging 'neath the skin. Eyes dilating with anticipation. All else irrelevant. Once again, the Cosmos will tremble with the unprecedented horrors and splendour unleashed by yours truly, the physical manifestation of Might, and his creepy comrades! Perhentian Island shall be visited by the Avatars of Awesomeness!

Normalcy shall resume on 22 June 2009. Laters sods.

Last Day at work

Aite...the time has come. A new chapter awaits. Spent the day at work playing Nintendo Wii volleyball, a bit of Guitar Hero and ended off watching White Chicks. All in all, a very fruitful day. Heh.

Besides that, I'm accused of certain things which weren't backed up with solid proof. For sure. To each their own.

Bloodsport 101

Uh...wuh...can't...

...Can't see. Can't SEE?!

By the Mother of all things Holy! I can't fuggin SEE!!!

*gasp* DESPAIR!!!

No! Rage!

Extreme Hormonal Rage!!!

But wait! I can sense it in the air...

...

Catch yo PUNCH!

KICK yo face!

Bolo bids all good nite!

It Strikes again

Well blow me candles, the Curse of the Continuous Double Yellow Lines was laid upon me again.
Gawd... Guvnor really having a ball leeching my money. To make it even worse, me car was just parked beside my crib... goddamn parkin lots all taken. The fug!

At least yesterday night was great. Drove to Nanyang Poly to hook up with Daddy who's still workin pass 9pm. Unbeknownst to him, I brought along 2 WMD in the form of Tony & Bob. Stressed Daddy up we did, playing around his office, fiddlin with all the gadgets and shit. Hawhawhaw.
Later on we had dinner at Al-Amin Restaurant at Bukit Timah. Had a good time catching up with all of em, especially Daddy & Bob. Glad ta know both of em are coming outta their respective shells.
As we drove back, everyone's in a good mood. Bob can't wait to get a special email from a special somebody. Daddy's expandin his network; not so shy around the ladies now ey? Heh, we started getting rowdy and shit, acting like a bunch of hooligans... shouting at sluts crossing the road. Ha. Can't help it I guess, the Malay genes in me.

And then... and then i got fined. Bitchin.

She's at it again

Paris Hilton just thrives on this kinda shit innit? Dont even care who that dick is. No one is surprised though. But to try and get some muff/poontang/snatch/pink whistle at the Cannes... Well it's a start for the week...a good start? Subjective... Laters sods..

Fine day in a fine city

Thank you Emperor Lee for allowing me the privilege to fill up your infinite coffers. It is our duty to make you richer.




To the Warp with continuous double yellow lines!

E-Learning Day

Salutations sods. Just as I'm about to depart this school, they managed to squeeze in some work for me. Not a problem. So they instigated an E-Learning day today. All the students "stay" at home and do online quizzes put up by me and a cadre of teachers.
Heh. Been answering phone calls since morning, most of which comes from anxious parents desperate to know why their child/ren can't submit or can't find the quizzes. It's boring work but hey I do me best to entertain them.

Other acts of vengeance I did as of recently; sparred with a friend of a friend. His primary style is boxing. Supposedly I'm in need of conditioning so my good friend, Hady hooked me up with his Polytechnic friend, Sharil(sp.?).
Dude's damn fast fo sho. Can't see his punches coming... next thing i know im having white spots in me vision. It was a good session. My knuckles still be sore; but the pain s'all worth it.

Alright back to work, maggots. That includes me too... more parents to entertain.

Updates

Feeling very lethargic. It's Monday...not surprising. News that cheered me up:

• Manchester United Football Club are the English Premier League CHAMPIONS...for the 3rd successive season. Sweet!
  
  


• Settled all the booking hassles for Perhentian Island. It will be a blast I promise you this. Never before has the universe trembled with the might of 9 schlongs combined. Yeah.
  


• Going to meet the flame of me life, the Muse to my mind in June, God-willing.

Updates

S'been a week at least since me last meaningful content. Busy with my preparations for new pastures.

- Starting 22nd June, will be working for a different organisation. Still in the same line more or less. So worry not sweet children of Singapore.
- Has made reservations for a trip to Perhentian Island, Malaysia. The "Tioman Posse" will be expanded; 4 new bloods to join us in our Cosmic Domination. Invasion will commence on the 17th June.
- At a time when people are fussing over X-men Origins: Wolverine, I went to watch a Malaysian film entitled Jangan Tegur. A horror flick regarding disgruntled relatives, Siamese medium, pretty chicks being possessed and smattering of weak dialogues all over. I still like it though. Especially when one of the possessed chick starts to speak in tongues.
Malays are just enamored with the supernatural ever since way back before the advent of science. They still do. Part of the culture.

Now... now I'm just gonna slack.

half-way through the week, I squirted myself

... nothing much happening. Besides the fact me favourite football team got through to the finals of the Champions League. For those still in the dark, that be Manchester United Football club. They hammered Arsenal 3 goals to 1. Sweet is the nectar of victory.

Besides that, I just have to share this awesome picture posted by Chris Sims, blogger extraordinaire. Take it away...

Yeah... i felt that way sometimes too. Innocent adolescent days indeed...

when all you get is more distant from surface..

Been listening to Evergrey almost non-stop past few days. So, I decided to take some time to heap praises upon them for their latest offering: Torn, released late 2008. Intense solos? Check. Infectious melodies? Check. Solid drumming? Check. Soul-wrenching vocals? Check. All of which resulted in me having a head-bangin fest. To top it off, the cover depicts this pissed-looking hobo-angel thingee. Damn you don't wanna mess with him/her/it. Fo sho!

nothing like metal to get me through the drudgery of life... \m/

Swine Monday

You breathe still? Managed to scrape through the swine flu eh... hahaks. Oh well, seems to me that the furore regarding that shit isn't as bad as the avian flu a couple o years ago.

Talking about swine; Fact. Christians can't eat swine/porcine products. Made some research regarding this. Check it here and here. But then again, those passages are from the Old Testament. So most of the nu-age Christians will say that the edicts don't apply to them, only to the Jews or whatever. The point being, since the bible is constructed of both the Old AND New Testaments, shouldn't the Old Testament be relevant? Yes? No? Who gives a swine fuck about this?

SWINE-BOY does!

Friday musings

Glad to see y'all managed to survive this far.
Pretty much went through the motions this week at work. Sweetest of all, earlier on today, made a boy cry. Deserves it too. Just the way I close me week, serenaded by the cries and whimperings of a pathetic grub.

Yesterday, Thursday that is, went on another journey through the Empyrean. Joining me in the venture were Bob & Tony. Truly, twas one of the better pipes I had. This time the joint be at
Sufi. Bob be on a titty roll as of recently. Heh, good for him.

Laters on after work, if all goes to plan according to me folks, we'd be driving up to Melaka. Will be back tomorrow.

here again

Monday just comes uninvited. Here I am at work again. Enduring another 4hrs++ before trudging back to me hole. heh.

anyways, the Warp Translation has completed it's cycle. Friday's pipe as mentioned in the previous post, was kinda so-so. Saturday's hazy journey was slightly better; probably I'm just being biased due to the high amount of X-chromosomes surrounding me & Tony. Ricky couldnt make it due to some other commitment. Tried a new joint, Nasrin Restaurant. They serve kick-ass fries laced with paprika(or chilli powder?). The fish & chips are top notch too. The sheesha was ok, better than Friday's. Me & Tony just drifted in and out to the backdrop of Anathema's melancholic tunes. Almost reached the apex that is "Stim Bongok".

Sunday, was ok too. Met up with Daddy who is currently on reservist himself. Chilled at my port of call, Bugis Junction's Starbucks. Talked a great deal on how to get him some sweet lovin'... subsequently, Bob joined us for dinner. I even managed to purchase a comic, PROOF which is published by Image Comics. The premise is quite intriguing. Will describe it in more detail if my Spirit permits.

Anyways, I leave you now with an excerpt from Anathema's A Temporary Peace. Quite the masters of hopelessness and despair. Take it away Danny Cavanagh...

Beyond this beautiful horizon
lies a dream for you and i
this tranquil scene is still unbroken

by the rumours in the sky
but there's a storm closing in

voices crying on the wind
the serenade is growing colder

breaks my soul that tries to sing
and there's so many many thoughts
when I try to go to sleep
but with you I start to feel
a sort of temporary peace
there's a drift in and out...

hitting the pipe

Yesterday's pipe action was a major suckage. Both flavours, which were forgettable, just didn't have the kick as per my requirements. Thus, I shall eliminate Next Door Cafe from any future lounge sessions. The sods that joined in the gathering were swell. Played Monopoly, Scrabble and UNO. Fun factor 6.5/10...

Earlier on this morning, had a Meet-The-Parents session at work. Nothing worth mentioning there.
Later today will be going to meet Tony and hopefully Ricky. Bob as per norm has bubbled me yet again. Yup, things never change. Thank the Almighty for Malays. Daddy can be counted on to NOT answer his cellphone. Probably hit the other sheesha joint; Amirah's Cafe or Sufi.

Catch you simians when im done with me Warp Translation..

Reservisted

Back from my reservist. Feels awesome to be in there, and to be outta there. Thank you Emperor Lee for the chance to grovel at thy feet. I is blessed throughout the cosmos.

So now I'm at work, doing what I do best. Not doing work. Doing something else besides work. Blogging to be precise.
Later on, will have some dinner action with Bob & Rush... plus Rush's circle of friends. Im gonna be the camera-man again. Glad to know some things never change.

More to come...

Women Smell Better than Men

mind you. before you, shoot-first-ask-questions-later sods make any assumptions, let me aid you in making the title clearer. smell as mentioned above is NOT an adjective. it's a verb. with that clear, let me carry on.

as mentioned in the title, women have a better sense of smell than men. no wonder they could tell whether you've been staying back in the office carrying your boss's nuts or out partying with the slutty secretary. you can't lie menfolk. women can sense it. that is a very horrifying prospect for those two/three-timing dicks out there.
er...anyways, i shall quote, "Female underarm sweat seems to communicate when a woman is fertile, making her more desirable to men." yeah, i know. it is one of those what-the-fug situations...

the entire article can be read HERE for your pleasure or displeasure. either way it makes all ponder.
another article HERE, which has a link to the former.

PsycheStorm

Tuesday. not much happening at work. taking some time from work to update the Gospel of the Mighty. jyeah. im full of myself. im gonna stay that way too.

I decided to bury StormFist. From its sweet death throes, out squirted PsycheStorm©. ready to invade your feeble minds. jyeah.

As for the weekend, well I have to thank Ricky for the notable quote "Toin Coss". truly a phrase to be remembered for all eternity. refer to Tony's entry over here.

And finally, Happy Birthday to the Flame of my Life. welcome you to the quarter centurions club.

half-day

going for me interview later.

probably going for karaoke session even later afterwards. that depends on how i feel after said interview.

Weed is gonna save us from cancer? Click here ta find out.

minutes like hours

gah. slow day today. like waitin fer the paint to peel off the walls. tomorrow's gonna be 1st April according to the Gregorian calendar. April foos day. jus like the followers of the Crucified goD to make foos of emselves.

in anycase, here is religion in brief:

#1: y'all know the chinese practice of burning papers fer the dead? apparently the dead needs teeth dentures, lingerie and treadmills. das jus awesome.
read it more here:
http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20090330/tap-as-malaysia-dentures-for-the-dead-b3c65ae.html

#2: muslims brothers who smoke. well you guys, especially those in Malaysia & Indonesia, are gonna spend a longer time in hell. jus so you know we are ALL going to hell. check it:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090327/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_religion_malaysia_smoking;_ylt=AiXk1yCauK7DeZuP4uFyzXjtiBIF


20 more minutes before i get to wank off. thank The Lord!

Complementary

Hail weaklings,
It is I, the Mighty one!, back to fill your puny minds with me great undertakings.
Let me take all of you back 3 days ago, Saturday to be precise. YES! I AM capable of time travelling. It is but one of the astronomical abilities that I possess. Stop interrupting!

Anyways, where was I? Ah, 3 days ago. It was circa 3pm in the afternoon. I expounded my plan to my allies all across this pitiful dirt that is Singapore, for a relaxing night of shisha, accompanied by sensual belly dancers. In the end, only one answered the call to arms. Tony. Yeah...
Bob had it in him to bubble me right at the very last minute of the last second. Congrats Bob. I'm not surprised that he stood me up, for it is in the Malay genes to commit such a heinous act. Yet for an ally to blow me off (it aint watcha think, sleaze-minded foos!) like that, it is next to heresy! But worry not Bob, for I am merciful, if not unforgiving.

Fast forward to Monday; I skipped Sunday for it is the day when the Mighty Ones rest. As I was saying, Monday. Went through work like a red-hot machete through animal fat. So it happened went out with me sister and mother. Stopped at Secret Recipe for slice of cakes. Apparently, the cretin of a waiter was trying to make a move on me sister. By using a cheap tactic; offering a complementary drink. All the time he was proclaiming that comple-fuckin-mentary drink he was looking at me sister. Probably trying to impress me mother. Bull-whore-shit I say! Just like a typical Malay. Complementary. Complementary... How about I is give you a complementary beat down, watcha say ta that weasel?!
Word o the day: Complementary.

Enough, I grow weary of this chatter. Begone all of you insufferable twits..

A new Disease is born

slow enfeeblement of your mind
flesh be the host to agonizing putrefaction
I am Sickness unto you

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Das my first forage into the world of Haiku.

In anycase Bob(aka Greater Great) gave a thought-provoking quote during the weekend. "A pessimist is what an optimist calls a realist". Think about it.

Rain, Scrabble and the Corpse revival

Twas Saturday, went out with Tony to get me a pair o new shoes cuz me old one wus busted. Entered the train..all was cool until we reached Jurong East MRT Station. In walked this 40ish Chinese lady yelling out "Nabei Cheebai!". Throughout the journey to the shoe shop, she'd sporadically burst out some chinese words which no doubt were filled with venomous intent. The sods in the train were flabbergasted. Whereas the two macho guys, namely me & Tony, were laughing our nasal hair off at the scene. That shit right there jus made me day.

So, onwards we marched in the quest for me new pair o footwear. Once that has been taken care off we trudged on to the Expo Hall for a Bike + Motorcycle exhibition. Nothing of note to be mentioned.. besides a lady who bent over which gave us both the opportunity to traverse the Abyss.

Havin planned ta meet Daddy & Ricky at Arab St later during evening, me & Tony scouted out other joints since us both gettin tired of the old one. Fate was conspiring against us it seemed. Other joints were either fully booked, reserved or jus plain crap. In the end we plonked out asses at the same old joint. Next Door Cafe to be precise. Ordered Raspberry Black Tea and Orange flava shisha. Note to self, don't order Orange flava shisha. Few minutes later Daddy appeared, while Ricky can't be received due to the disinclined weather at his area.

So, its jus the 3 o us sippin tea, puffin shisha and scrabbling Scrabble. It started raining heavily and we thanked the Powers for our hot tea. Really is the remedy for cold. Lo and behold, we managed to finish up Scrabble...using up all the tiles no shit! YES EVERY TILES mafugga!!! Will present a photographic evidence for those disbelievers out there, may you be infected with crotch rot! Thus endeth our Saturday night.

On the Metal front... well praise be, the Great Corpse is back! Seemingly, these guys can do no wrong with their latest sledgehammer to the face; EVISCERATION PLAGUE.

There it is ladies and gentlecorpses. Sweet music to accompany me as I vent my fury on the unsuspecting kids. The production is solid, guitar riffs infectious, drumming and bass pummeling my scrotum and the vocals.. heh the Vokills... George Fisher aint called "Corpsegrinder" fer nuthing. Yeah the fore-father of Death Metal is pretty much slaying still!

See, even Unca Ronald agrees... right Unca Ronald?

(thanks go out to Bob for the reference...)

Mark of Champions

Today is such a slow and uneventful day... if not for this

... I'd probably die of boredom. Or sport a bald look. In anycase thank the Powers for creating such beautiful monstrosities. My life feels more meaningful now.

Catch the story of Mr Welch and the Giant Stingray here. I cant help but admire the look on his face. That ladies and gentlemen, is the Mark of Champions.

Bluest of night

Tis official man and maggots everywhere... I have been bestowed the blue belt after going through grading back in January.
In other kyokushin-related news, my sensei will be flyin off ta Japan for 3 years to accompany his spouse. Takin over him is another sensei several dans higher. Around mid 40s and goes by the name Sensei Bong. Jyeah, "pop some bong" alrite... He looks pretty much on the heavier-side o the universe, but hot damn! He can do 50 knuckle push-ups without breaking a sweat.

And so there i wus, driving back in the night, celebrating my blue belt-endowment alone. Hawhawhaw. Jus vibing out, gettin the blues & shit. A typical night for yours truly.

Sod off now...

week of inebriation

inebriation. - to exhilarate, confuse, or stupefy mentally or emotionally.

yeah. Das how i feels last week.
My birthday falls sumwhere in said week as according to Pope Gregory, may the Powers That Be grind his soul. Anyways where was i? Oh yeah, my birthday. Went out for dinner with my folks, like we always do. Had a night out at Arab St, puffin vanilla-laced shisha (or sheesha..i dunno) with me sods. Thanks go out ta Daddy & Tony. Aint much o a celebration either cuz we do dat almost every other week. But in the end, it's the company that counts ey? Never much cared about me bday. To me, tis jus another day whereby i'm still breathing and farting on God's green Earth.

Valentine's Day. St Valentine. Fuck him. Yeah i said it. Anyways, Vday this year... well pretty much exhausted me in more ways than one.
So exhausted that im still feeling the after-effects today. Jus feel like punching the kids silly.

soddin off to work. laters.

Major bummer

"..Big boobs from different Nation!" as quoted from Daddy.

Made another kid cry. The first for 2009. The first of many...

Other news wus that I'm a disappointment and will be ignored.

Das all for now...

Pukesville has left the building

damn. Hows u sods doin? crappy? Well, wadya know, same here! Wus on a vomittin binge since Monday 2130hrs. Yeah, literally puked my stomach out. Remnants of anchovies(ikan bilis), slimy rice, gunks of fried omelette...the whole works. One could tell i wus having Nasi Goreng Ikan Bilis from that. Pretty much sunk me under...so now i is back. Looking at the gauge, im close to 85%, and das more than enough to kick ass and take names!

Oh, and the weekend's here. A long one at that. Due to China Nu Yah! Thanks to da yellowskins fer makin it happen. We brownfolks lovin it! or something. yeah.. Gong Xi Fa Cai! Xie Nian Kwai Le? enjoy sods!

Hormone drives sexy women to infidelity, says study

i knew it! The fault dont lie with us men! Thus concludes the war that has been waged for aeons... with the decision favouring us dick-swingin, chest-thumpin monkeys. What? Ya don't believe me words? See fer yaself:
http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090114/tts-health-sex-women-hormones-c1b2fc3.html

The ugly truth has been revealed..

despite it all...

Me dishin out dry humour, corny/cheesy lines, grinnin like an ornamental gnome... despite all that, I feel the need to drown a dog. Shall not elaborate further just suffice to know that all isnt going well in me life. Oh snap, better activate the Emo-Alert!

rock & roll clown

i know, posting youtube vid isnt exactly new content. But hell, I jus gots ta share this ya know. And not forgettin, he DOES cocaine! Look up Murderface & Dr Rockso in the Metalocalypse series, truly the stuff of Legends!

In other news, my sensei has deemed me fit to undertake the blue belt grading. I appeal to the Powers That Be, grant me the awesomeness to kick ass so intense that the very foundations of Earth will shake! Osu!

Night 'Neath the Gantry

In the sweet words of Jocke Gotheburg formerly of Marduk fame, currently in Dimension Zero, "The only good human, is a dead human".

School has finally started. Kids are back. The noises have returned. Jezuzzz...Back to the torments. Had 2 lil inquisitive girls in the form of Hera & Grace disturbing my abode. Thanks for the company and thanks for devouring my snacks. I'm sooo gonna strangle you 2 hahaks!

As of recently, informed my HOD(head of department) IT that i is gonna jump ship from me current job. Heading to greener pastures in the Ministry o Education (MOE). And when i mean greener, i mean more cash comin ta me... you know..green..universally accepted color for money...greener..more greens...DAMN YOU! nevermind...

Anyways..here are some 2009 New Year Celebration pix i took. Yes, stuck underneath a gantry while the skies exploded.

Cant really appreciate the majesty in these small resolution. But yeah, the impact were there. Mighty indeed.

2009 and reflections

Mornin' to all

well look who finally decided to show up...2009....heh... yeap, dat sod decided to make an appearance at last; creeping up on us like some slimy stalker.

tis only 0440hrs here. Das like only 2hrs o shut-eyes. Can't sleep. So wut can i do? I called my flame. Told to get some rest. Can't rest. Thought of wankin off. Can't wank. Dawned on me that I have yet to blog... so yeah, here i am. Blogging. Blog. Yeap. Can blog.

2008 has been such a crazy ride. High points and low points. Sadly lotsa low points. Me embodying the low points on most occasions. Jyeah. I have a long way ta go. And it looks like I have to hurry as the train don't seem ta be waitin no more.
Wus reminded over & over again, but I didn't realise till things are close to critical. Hurt her too much i have. Been killing meself every night knowing what I did... looking back at all those sweet Valentine's & Bday letters she sent me... Just didn't appreciate her enough and now I realised too late.. or is there still time? God knows...
Another low point is regarding me dad. For all ye sods out there, me dad is old-school, eccentric and oft-times irritating. Yeah das me dad. He recently had some ailing health-issues. Pretty much close to stroke-city... very sad sight indeed. For all his idiosyncrasies, he's still the person who raised me alongside me mum. God Almighty preserve me dad.

Well, not all is crumbling and falling-apart in ALIsville. The trip to Phuket, hmmm on a scale o 10 i'd give 6.5 or 7 at most. Can't top me Tioman trip. Das a definite Niner. So awesum dat it has ta be made into me banner of might! hawhawhaw. During me company's D&D, I was awarded the "Outstanding Performance" amongst 4 others. Dat wus a definite surprise ta me. Heh. On top o that cheap piece o printed A4 paper, my sweet employers saw fit ta throw in a $100 check! Hahaks..beggars can't be choosers ey? Here's I, at me finest hour:Out-fuckin-standing I say... man o the moment bitches!


With that, I welcome 2009 and lookin forward to suppress the surge of low-points.
Word on the street wus that God made everyone equal... i wonder to meself then, why am i fuglier compared to others? Why am I not well-off, livin the life o luxury?!
then i saw this...

so i shut up and put up.

till here gringos.