Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Work Summary
Well, it's finally the last week of my Industrial Attachment. Here's an emotionally packed summary of an individual NYP student slogging at work in PSA.
Still ain't like me
Alright.... my posts are getting a little crazed, so I'll give you a little summary of what happened over the past few days I went absent from blogging.
Well, after thursday, i went for the usual training... not too good, not too bad. I saw Munirah at the MRT Station, and went thinking, "Is she waiting for Sameer?"
Sameer had to go work overnight to touch up on his project. Well, I'm not really sure, but I just found out from her weblog that she was staying up late for her assignments too. I suppose it would be a scene that I would be rarely seeing upon my graduation... oh well... :-)
My ultimate disc, on that day was "redesigned" as a result of a obvious natural peeling of the topmost layer. For your information, Yes, the natural peeling was the trigger to the "Redesign". Ouchie.... I went onto the train, and talked to a few Year 2 BI students about how it could be like, and how it could turn out, based on experience from all around my fellow coursemates.... :-)
Of course I stated mine first. It was like stress stress the first few weeks, work work the next few weeks, and relax the next few weeks~
Ok, Friday got me at the worst time. Was playing a pickup game at the War Memorial at City Hall, when I totally wasted one point, when I thought I had scored one. As usual, I feel bad about it, and on an unusual note, one of my teammates swore at me. Hell Yeah, then as usual, I played like shite....
I'm serious about this... I don't know why, but a combination of loss of confidence, and directed swearing, really brings me down. Well, I'm sure the person did not mean to be personal, but that affected the games for that time. Anyone has tips for this... haha...
Saturday morning had me playing a soccer match with Siva's secondary schoolmates. Quite fun... long time never play soccer, but still the usual sucking at postitioning, and lousily playing the game still exists. But seeing the game in another different view, and as a substitute really made me think about how Beautiful Soccer is. Ah.... Soccer is a Beautiful Game....
On Saturday afternoon, We had the usual Ultimate Frisbee pickup game at Sentosa at an earlier time, at 12 noon, but landed at the beach at three. Lucky man. Why? It was bloody hot man! I mean bloody hot! Everyone was like jumping on the sand like they were toasted on some hotplate, or placing their feet in the temporary comfort of the plam tree's shadow.
Me? I was wearing thick socks, and I'm mostly insulated from the sand's heat. I am thankful for the fact I have soccer in the morning. The game was quite ok, until I screwed up again. I was staring at the disc floating down, and I charged for it, not knowing that kenneth was already preparing to catch the disc. Then he went ouchie, and nearly screwed my ass extra tight. Scary, but I was really in the wrong. Thankfully, the matter didn't go that personal for him. Whew....
A side note... Kenneth knows my secondary school classmates, Lionel and Christina! Same course somemore! I thought Christina was like quite power, until I found out that she applies artificial tanning lotion. Whoa... now That's power.....
Then in the late evening, we have.... you know what? Three babes! I think someone threw a disc, and kenneth was like inviting them to play, and anand was like going, oh yeah... the three babes are painkillers to my backache... oh yeah...
Sunday was pretty much sleeping... I pretty much busted my knee during the pickup game on Saturday. Knee joint was creaking like a rusted hinge, and the point when I don't feel pain was when I keep it bent at 45 degrees... The doctor ruled me out for the week; Just hope that I make it in time for the first Spring League Fixture....
Well, that's all I have to say about the last few obvious things that happened in the last few days... Hooooooooooo Yeah.... now this sounds like my blog.... :-D
Well, after thursday, i went for the usual training... not too good, not too bad. I saw Munirah at the MRT Station, and went thinking, "Is she waiting for Sameer?"
Sameer had to go work overnight to touch up on his project. Well, I'm not really sure, but I just found out from her weblog that she was staying up late for her assignments too. I suppose it would be a scene that I would be rarely seeing upon my graduation... oh well... :-)
My ultimate disc, on that day was "redesigned" as a result of a obvious natural peeling of the topmost layer. For your information, Yes, the natural peeling was the trigger to the "Redesign". Ouchie.... I went onto the train, and talked to a few Year 2 BI students about how it could be like, and how it could turn out, based on experience from all around my fellow coursemates.... :-)
Of course I stated mine first. It was like stress stress the first few weeks, work work the next few weeks, and relax the next few weeks~
Ok, Friday got me at the worst time. Was playing a pickup game at the War Memorial at City Hall, when I totally wasted one point, when I thought I had scored one. As usual, I feel bad about it, and on an unusual note, one of my teammates swore at me. Hell Yeah, then as usual, I played like shite....
I'm serious about this... I don't know why, but a combination of loss of confidence, and directed swearing, really brings me down. Well, I'm sure the person did not mean to be personal, but that affected the games for that time. Anyone has tips for this... haha...
Saturday morning had me playing a soccer match with Siva's secondary schoolmates. Quite fun... long time never play soccer, but still the usual sucking at postitioning, and lousily playing the game still exists. But seeing the game in another different view, and as a substitute really made me think about how Beautiful Soccer is. Ah.... Soccer is a Beautiful Game....
On Saturday afternoon, We had the usual Ultimate Frisbee pickup game at Sentosa at an earlier time, at 12 noon, but landed at the beach at three. Lucky man. Why? It was bloody hot man! I mean bloody hot! Everyone was like jumping on the sand like they were toasted on some hotplate, or placing their feet in the temporary comfort of the plam tree's shadow.
Me? I was wearing thick socks, and I'm mostly insulated from the sand's heat. I am thankful for the fact I have soccer in the morning. The game was quite ok, until I screwed up again. I was staring at the disc floating down, and I charged for it, not knowing that kenneth was already preparing to catch the disc. Then he went ouchie, and nearly screwed my ass extra tight. Scary, but I was really in the wrong. Thankfully, the matter didn't go that personal for him. Whew....
A side note... Kenneth knows my secondary school classmates, Lionel and Christina! Same course somemore! I thought Christina was like quite power, until I found out that she applies artificial tanning lotion. Whoa... now That's power.....
Then in the late evening, we have.... you know what? Three babes! I think someone threw a disc, and kenneth was like inviting them to play, and anand was like going, oh yeah... the three babes are painkillers to my backache... oh yeah...
Sunday was pretty much sleeping... I pretty much busted my knee during the pickup game on Saturday. Knee joint was creaking like a rusted hinge, and the point when I don't feel pain was when I keep it bent at 45 degrees... The doctor ruled me out for the week; Just hope that I make it in time for the first Spring League Fixture....
Well, that's all I have to say about the last few obvious things that happened in the last few days... Hooooooooooo Yeah.... now this sounds like my blog.... :-D
The last post ain't like me...
Taking a second look at the last post, I swear, I was possessed by some potianak crazy for durian heads, hungry for hairs that are lesss than one inch.
Without further adue, let's bring in a new topic. Packed Lunch!
Hell yeah, recently at my workplace, my colleagues are staying back more and more often during lunch breaks for meeting the project's deadline. So, four minutes before 12 noon, I slowly regained my standing posture, and proceed to the pantry's fridge, where my good old packed lunch was. Then I get it into the microwave, and zaps it for 4 minutes. Meanwhile I would bring back my fruit and slowly chew on it.
Speaking of which, the fruit was an red apple! Took one bite, and nearly cried! It's sour just like a lemon! Then I took a few more chomps off this sour fruit. And I found out that the apple's texture is like... peach! Curious at the hybrid fruit that my mother chose for me, I name it....
PeaPpleMon!
.... Ok la... lame name... but can't help it man, nothing to do at lunch man! Then I took off back to the pantry and got out my lunch. My colleague who passed by the pantry incidentally for a cuppa hot water, said, "Wah! Your lunch smell beri nicez man!"
Of course! My mother cook one leh! Well, normally (from what I think), packed lunches are made EARLY in the morning, where people like me are going "Yawn!" or "I wanna sleep!" or "Don't pull me away from the pillow!". My lunch is taken from dinner the day before, and I hopefully pray that Dad will be at home, because my Mum cooks better with him around!
Ok la, it's not really like that .... you see, my Dad demands a banquet everytime for dinner, when he's around! He will go like, "What? we are having scrambled eggs for dinner? Ah Fatty! It's your birthday right! Whack you ah!"
Hahah... well... just kidding... but it's true that the dinner IS better with Dad around. Anyway, bringing packed lunches is a rarity in PSA. Most of the time, my colleagues are out for lunch. But they very unlucky man! I've my ultimate meaty packed lunch! full of meat, fish, fragrant nuts, and more! They really can't take it, and they went down to Mcdonald's and got some takeaway meals!
Well, it really helped to have my favorite clerk stand next me and give a rare compliment like, "So touching! I rarely see my son taking packed lunches from me! He always say beri pai seh (loss of face) one!"
Or my fellow colleagues' occasional, "Oi.... eating leftovers again ah. HAHA! WOHO! WEE WEE!". OK lah.... this is the end of my lame but super-high-on-drugs post! Enjoy!
Without further adue, let's bring in a new topic. Packed Lunch!
Hell yeah, recently at my workplace, my colleagues are staying back more and more often during lunch breaks for meeting the project's deadline. So, four minutes before 12 noon, I slowly regained my standing posture, and proceed to the pantry's fridge, where my good old packed lunch was. Then I get it into the microwave, and zaps it for 4 minutes. Meanwhile I would bring back my fruit and slowly chew on it.
Speaking of which, the fruit was an red apple! Took one bite, and nearly cried! It's sour just like a lemon! Then I took a few more chomps off this sour fruit. And I found out that the apple's texture is like... peach! Curious at the hybrid fruit that my mother chose for me, I name it....
PeaPpleMon!
.... Ok la... lame name... but can't help it man, nothing to do at lunch man! Then I took off back to the pantry and got out my lunch. My colleague who passed by the pantry incidentally for a cuppa hot water, said, "Wah! Your lunch smell beri nicez man!"
Of course! My mother cook one leh! Well, normally (from what I think), packed lunches are made EARLY in the morning, where people like me are going "Yawn!" or "I wanna sleep!" or "Don't pull me away from the pillow!". My lunch is taken from dinner the day before, and I hopefully pray that Dad will be at home, because my Mum cooks better with him around!
Ok la, it's not really like that .... you see, my Dad demands a banquet everytime for dinner, when he's around! He will go like, "What? we are having scrambled eggs for dinner? Ah Fatty! It's your birthday right! Whack you ah!"
Hahah... well... just kidding... but it's true that the dinner IS better with Dad around. Anyway, bringing packed lunches is a rarity in PSA. Most of the time, my colleagues are out for lunch. But they very unlucky man! I've my ultimate meaty packed lunch! full of meat, fish, fragrant nuts, and more! They really can't take it, and they went down to Mcdonald's and got some takeaway meals!
Well, it really helped to have my favorite clerk stand next me and give a rare compliment like, "So touching! I rarely see my son taking packed lunches from me! He always say beri pai seh (loss of face) one!"
Or my fellow colleagues' occasional, "Oi.... eating leftovers again ah. HAHA! WOHO! WEE WEE!". OK lah.... this is the end of my lame but super-high-on-drugs post! Enjoy!
Monday, April 19, 2004
All's well, ends well?
It's been quite a while since I blogged. Well, something bad (I mean real bad) cropped over last Wednesday, so I sort of gave myself a self-automated, communication freeze. Gave myself to think over what I did, weigh out the facts, faults, keep out negative stuff like rage and such, and think deep.
Well for me, I am mostly at fault for this. I rarely get angry, but when I do, I just don't know what to do. I really don't have a liking confronting someone about his flaws, who knows, it might turn ugly, or even worse. Call me a coward or something near to that, but when I knew about someone's other blog that lets you thrash out your anger, frustrations, rage, and such on a almost unknown webpage, that has only one link, I decided to give it a try.
This gave myself a self-proclaimed nickname of Backstabbing Bastard, but for a bad reason, I felt good. It's like writing something bad on a piece of paper, except for the part where you throw it away into somewhere you don't know.
I regret that, but I'll take it as a lesson in life I could not forget. I have talked it out, made myself clear on what I did, and the thoughts that invoked it, and also the explaining my views on those happenings that triggered those thoughts. I will not know how good, or bad it will turn out, but I have tried, that's the best I can do. If the hate and frustratations still persist, it can't be helped. No human is perfect.
With this step, I shall continue treading on in my path to a life story that I write myself. Weaved together with my family, my friends, and my aquaintances.
Well for me, I am mostly at fault for this. I rarely get angry, but when I do, I just don't know what to do. I really don't have a liking confronting someone about his flaws, who knows, it might turn ugly, or even worse. Call me a coward or something near to that, but when I knew about someone's other blog that lets you thrash out your anger, frustrations, rage, and such on a almost unknown webpage, that has only one link, I decided to give it a try.
This gave myself a self-proclaimed nickname of Backstabbing Bastard, but for a bad reason, I felt good. It's like writing something bad on a piece of paper, except for the part where you throw it away into somewhere you don't know.
I regret that, but I'll take it as a lesson in life I could not forget. I have talked it out, made myself clear on what I did, and the thoughts that invoked it, and also the explaining my views on those happenings that triggered those thoughts. I will not know how good, or bad it will turn out, but I have tried, that's the best I can do. If the hate and frustratations still persist, it can't be helped. No human is perfect.
With this step, I shall continue treading on in my path to a life story that I write myself. Weaved together with my family, my friends, and my aquaintances.
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Boring Week Wedgie
I must say that right now, I am finally busy doing work. What work you would ask? Major Programming Stuff? No.... I am doing a freaking data report that has to be done by the end of each week. This would continue until my arse is burnt off at the end of this IPP or I have myself punching the wits out my bloody supervisors.
As of now, 8 weeks and counting, I have finally, with much courage, decided to banter with one of my supervisors.
Ziting: hey Will, aren't you eating?
Will (My previous supervisor): Oh, no, I have some important stuff to finish up before publishing it into the UAT (Which is a once in a week deadline, very crucial). My colleagues will be buying lunch for me. How about you?
Ziting: Me? Oh, my mother's cooking lunch for me.
Will: Wow.... your mom is cooking for you? That's cool.
Ziting scampers into the pantry.
Yeah lookie here, for the first time in my 8 weeks of working at IPP, I only crapped 3 sentences before rushing off for lunch. Okay, I'm gonna digress from this topic, so I better finish it up. This goes to show that my bloody communication skills are not working, despite the 'wonderful' networking I possess in school. Yeah, hear me crap more at work == impossible.
Next topic at hand. Yeah, my mother decided to withhold my next month's allowance, for that fact that I spent near to 1300 bucks on my expenses for two months. How great is that? Now I have to replan my budget for my Redang trip and such.
Of course, this has to come with something good, I suppose. My mum has decided to cook boxed lunches for me! Yippee! Three days have passed by, and already I am savouring lunches my mum cooked for me.
Monday: Curry Chicken & Potatoes & Beancurd Skin & Cabbage, and Baked Pork.
Mum actually took the time off to try out a recipe my seventh aunt has been doing at Southhamthon, England. Behold... the suclucen Roast BABI. Actually, I'm not really sure on how my mom cooked it, but what I know is that she got this HUGE piece of pork, and marinated it with an oyster sauce-like mixture, before putting it into the broiler for 45 minutes, and cutting it up after.
My first packed lunch is simply great. You're the BEST, mum.
Tuesday: Beancurd with diced pork, and Cai Xin
Finally mom thought of my bloody weight and cooked a modest meal for me. Thank god the beancurd has the flavor, or else... hahaha...
Wednesday: Cured Vegetables with Slabs of Fatty Pork, Random Pieces of Grilled fish, and Kai Lan
She forgot all forgot about it, and got me 5 slabs of meat!! Oh yeah... Meat RULES.
I must say that the boxed lunch was a great deal,but the only flaw in this boxed lunch is that I have to wash my containers with the bloody sponge and handwashing soap at the toilet faucet. My pantry has NO SINK at all, forcing me to sneak out like a ninja, and pretend everything is perfectly normal, even if a Caucasion co-worker comes in and gives a disgusted look upon seeing my current errand at hand.
Which I will gleefully smile at and make him look more disgusted...
I have been living off nasi lemak for god knows how long, and was actually prepared to binge on Fast Food when I get my first pay, haha...
Actually, I did binge, when my bloody computer went *poof* while I was using it last Friday morning. I was so freaking stressed; I bought the computer for not even close to one year and thought the computer was done for. Images of my father and his voice thundering across the house, reprimanding us about the lack of caring, and 24/7 usage of his $10,000 investment (Yes, that's what the computer cost us over 7 years) triggered my phobia so badly, that I decided to binge at all of the fast food restaurants (Mac, KFC, BK, Long John's) I see at Marina Square. It also pretty much spurred me into a big decision to fly my Concourde to fix my bloody computer at Sim Lim Square instead of going for the 'Final' NAPFA Test with Mr. Ma.
Thank god the computer is alright. Thank god that my mom did not burst out on my overspending. And THANK GOD I WAS NOT AT FARKING HOME WHEN MY DAD BURST OUT ON THE SPOILT COMPUTER.
Thank God.
As of now, 8 weeks and counting, I have finally, with much courage, decided to banter with one of my supervisors.
Ziting: hey Will, aren't you eating?
Will (My previous supervisor): Oh, no, I have some important stuff to finish up before publishing it into the UAT (Which is a once in a week deadline, very crucial). My colleagues will be buying lunch for me. How about you?
Ziting: Me? Oh, my mother's cooking lunch for me.
Will: Wow.... your mom is cooking for you? That's cool.
Ziting scampers into the pantry.
Yeah lookie here, for the first time in my 8 weeks of working at IPP, I only crapped 3 sentences before rushing off for lunch. Okay, I'm gonna digress from this topic, so I better finish it up. This goes to show that my bloody communication skills are not working, despite the 'wonderful' networking I possess in school. Yeah, hear me crap more at work == impossible.
Next topic at hand. Yeah, my mother decided to withhold my next month's allowance, for that fact that I spent near to 1300 bucks on my expenses for two months. How great is that? Now I have to replan my budget for my Redang trip and such.
Of course, this has to come with something good, I suppose. My mum has decided to cook boxed lunches for me! Yippee! Three days have passed by, and already I am savouring lunches my mum cooked for me.
Monday: Curry Chicken & Potatoes & Beancurd Skin & Cabbage, and Baked Pork.
Mum actually took the time off to try out a recipe my seventh aunt has been doing at Southhamthon, England. Behold... the suclucen Roast BABI. Actually, I'm not really sure on how my mom cooked it, but what I know is that she got this HUGE piece of pork, and marinated it with an oyster sauce-like mixture, before putting it into the broiler for 45 minutes, and cutting it up after.
My first packed lunch is simply great. You're the BEST, mum.
Tuesday: Beancurd with diced pork, and Cai Xin
Finally mom thought of my bloody weight and cooked a modest meal for me. Thank god the beancurd has the flavor, or else... hahaha...
Wednesday: Cured Vegetables with Slabs of Fatty Pork, Random Pieces of Grilled fish, and Kai Lan
She forgot all forgot about it, and got me 5 slabs of meat!! Oh yeah... Meat RULES.
I must say that the boxed lunch was a great deal,but the only flaw in this boxed lunch is that I have to wash my containers with the bloody sponge and handwashing soap at the toilet faucet. My pantry has NO SINK at all, forcing me to sneak out like a ninja, and pretend everything is perfectly normal, even if a Caucasion co-worker comes in and gives a disgusted look upon seeing my current errand at hand.
Which I will gleefully smile at and make him look more disgusted...
I have been living off nasi lemak for god knows how long, and was actually prepared to binge on Fast Food when I get my first pay, haha...
Actually, I did binge, when my bloody computer went *poof* while I was using it last Friday morning. I was so freaking stressed; I bought the computer for not even close to one year and thought the computer was done for. Images of my father and his voice thundering across the house, reprimanding us about the lack of caring, and 24/7 usage of his $10,000 investment (Yes, that's what the computer cost us over 7 years) triggered my phobia so badly, that I decided to binge at all of the fast food restaurants (Mac, KFC, BK, Long John's) I see at Marina Square. It also pretty much spurred me into a big decision to fly my Concourde to fix my bloody computer at Sim Lim Square instead of going for the 'Final' NAPFA Test with Mr. Ma.
Thank god the computer is alright. Thank god that my mom did not burst out on my overspending. And THANK GOD I WAS NOT AT FARKING HOME WHEN MY DAD BURST OUT ON THE SPOILT COMPUTER.
Thank God.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Short Summary Quite the Contrary
Most of you people people should be thinking about how procastincating I am, having promised a blog the day after last sunday. But I can't.
I am still grieved by the death of a young Ultimate player. And I have not gotten over it.... Seriously, this is getting a little out of hand.
But now I have decided to crawl out of my little (Read: humongous) pile of work that resides finally in my cubicle with this ticking time bomb.
Al right.... time to stop digressing... now to the topic body.....
Friday Frisbee---------
The game was great, and I finally learnt a lesson in an Ultimate Pickup game: Always wear shoes with cleats (not spikes!) on damp or wetter fields. Having scored the first point, I tried to stop my speedy run, which ends up in this video.
Watch the vid.
No, unlike this kid who flies up, I inevitably had to land on my butt. It's so funny that even I started laughing at it. (Making a joke out of yourself and laughing at yourself is really funny)
Saturday's String of Birthdays, more & of course, the anticipation, excitement... ---
Faizal's
Well, I had a wonderful sleep as I said, and ended up waiting for Faizal, the birthday boy at Tanjong Pagar. The guys who were working in IPP together with him, had already given two rounds of birthday bashings. I saw the vid for the second round. Damn crappy, but quite hilarious... I saw my friend Peter hitting him on who an empty Evian Water Container (you know... the big one that dispenses water...)
Most of the people were already at sentosa already, resulting in a venue change... A glam Siloso beach of babes for faizal to watch, before his moment of truth... haha...
Yes the usual whacking started after Sameer got back from 7-Eleven (which was so damn far). Being a friend of him, I had to protect him right? So, to reduce the huge numbers of punches that are landing on him, I used an umbrella to shield him. How? Of course by whacking him lah.....
By using a umbrella, I indefinitely reduced the punches on him, with my sheer force of whacking my umbrella on him. The surface area of the umbrella upon whacking is convincingly larger than 10 punches. But I had realistic, because by whacking softly, my friends will see through me, and label me as a gay.
So.... *evil* I whacked even harder!
I actually had wanted to get something from his bag, but for some reason he started running. Brudder... you can run, but you can't hide... Upon getting the box from his bag, we whack somemore.... And he was long gone.... :-)
By the way, Wenyao bought a shirt for him which you might wanna see @ weiliang's photo gallery, Ultimate @ Sentosa 0320. You got to see it... :-)
Gary's
Gary held his birthday at United Square restaurant, an all-you-can-eat teppanyaki buffet. It was even better than last year's at Ritz Carlton, although I had to admit, that there are lesser people than before at the dinner; about 10 including his sister.
Chee Siang (Buddy!), Hwei Yong (Big Bro!), Paul were the only recognisable people there, and boy, we crapped our asses out together with Gary.
Gary seems to be more quiet now, although I see something different in his eyes now.
Ok, Fuck those people who think I'm gay right now... haha....
Anyway, Gary's classmates got for him a cup of cake, which caused me to make two lame puns out of it. As the wind was getting too big for the candle, he cupped the candles with his hands, and upon consuming it, he told me that the cake contain alcohol. Get it?
As I said... lame....
We went to CHIJMES later to get a drink at Gatsby and I learnt a hell of an experience there. First time there, and we played two or three games there. Gary got for us a bottle of whisky (!!!), and a jug of Shiver (sic), and a jug of Coke-Alcohol mixture.
Well, Gary's drinking party soon changed to Soccer-watching, which made me feel bad, because it's Gary's birthday.... gosh....
Want to Fight? Fight LAH! ---
We soon went our separate ways after Gary's parents came and drove him home. Three of us wanted to go home straight, while the others are going to the pub
I am still grieved by the death of a young Ultimate player. And I have not gotten over it.... Seriously, this is getting a little out of hand.
But now I have decided to crawl out of my little (Read: humongous) pile of work that resides finally in my cubicle with this ticking time bomb.
Al right.... time to stop digressing... now to the topic body.....
Friday Frisbee---------
The game was great, and I finally learnt a lesson in an Ultimate Pickup game: Always wear shoes with cleats (not spikes!) on damp or wetter fields. Having scored the first point, I tried to stop my speedy run, which ends up in this video.
Watch the vid.
No, unlike this kid who flies up, I inevitably had to land on my butt. It's so funny that even I started laughing at it. (Making a joke out of yourself and laughing at yourself is really funny)
Saturday's String of Birthdays, more & of course, the anticipation, excitement... ---
Faizal's
Well, I had a wonderful sleep as I said, and ended up waiting for Faizal, the birthday boy at Tanjong Pagar. The guys who were working in IPP together with him, had already given two rounds of birthday bashings. I saw the vid for the second round. Damn crappy, but quite hilarious... I saw my friend Peter hitting him on who an empty Evian Water Container (you know... the big one that dispenses water...)
Most of the people were already at sentosa already, resulting in a venue change... A glam Siloso beach of babes for faizal to watch, before his moment of truth... haha...
Yes the usual whacking started after Sameer got back from 7-Eleven (which was so damn far). Being a friend of him, I had to protect him right? So, to reduce the huge numbers of punches that are landing on him, I used an umbrella to shield him. How? Of course by whacking him lah.....
By using a umbrella, I indefinitely reduced the punches on him, with my sheer force of whacking my umbrella on him. The surface area of the umbrella upon whacking is convincingly larger than 10 punches. But I had realistic, because by whacking softly, my friends will see through me, and label me as a gay.
So.... *evil* I whacked even harder!
I actually had wanted to get something from his bag, but for some reason he started running. Brudder... you can run, but you can't hide... Upon getting the box from his bag, we whack somemore.... And he was long gone.... :-)
By the way, Wenyao bought a shirt for him which you might wanna see @ weiliang's photo gallery, Ultimate @ Sentosa 0320. You got to see it... :-)
Gary's
Gary held his birthday at United Square restaurant, an all-you-can-eat teppanyaki buffet. It was even better than last year's at Ritz Carlton, although I had to admit, that there are lesser people than before at the dinner; about 10 including his sister.
Chee Siang (Buddy!), Hwei Yong (Big Bro!), Paul were the only recognisable people there, and boy, we crapped our asses out together with Gary.
Gary seems to be more quiet now, although I see something different in his eyes now.
Ok, Fuck those people who think I'm gay right now... haha....
Anyway, Gary's classmates got for him a cup of cake, which caused me to make two lame puns out of it. As the wind was getting too big for the candle, he cupped the candles with his hands, and upon consuming it, he told me that the cake contain alcohol. Get it?
As I said... lame....
We went to CHIJMES later to get a drink at Gatsby and I learnt a hell of an experience there. First time there, and we played two or three games there. Gary got for us a bottle of whisky (!!!), and a jug of Shiver (sic), and a jug of Coke-Alcohol mixture.
Well, Gary's drinking party soon changed to Soccer-watching, which made me feel bad, because it's Gary's birthday.... gosh....
Want to Fight? Fight LAH! ---
We soon went our separate ways after Gary's parents came and drove him home. Three of us wanted to go home straight, while the others are going to the pub
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
History of bitches...
thin: U are fat and stupid, fat and ugly, fat and deformed, fat and fat and fat and fat.
thin: Do the good people a favour and eat yourself to death. Know how?
thin: Just keep eating fatty foods and then maybe you could have a cardiac arrest.
thin: Better yet, emigrate to the land of the fat and moronic people, Malaysia. Be gone now
Anonymous: haha, i reckon thin to be the "bitching bitch" you were referring to.
Anonymous: Know what, mr. fatyandao? She's cool, right on! Don't condemn her writings please.
Ziting: hey.... thanks for dropping by, thin and Anony! Your tags are always welcome...
|adyDeath: Oh me and my readers accept your thanks. :-) how cute
|adyDeath: how cute, you're excited over a mere 100 clicks..keep up the erm good blogging!
Ziting: :-D I suppose you're also content about my good ol' poem of you. how appreciative :-)
Ziting: How caring, U're taggin me over a mere bitching of U.. keep up the erm good bitching!
princess: geesh..u're not a childish bastard..u're just a sad bastard.sad and fucked-up..
Ziting: Thanks for dropping by princess! Someone tags me :-P
thin: geez, you are such a cockheaded dick. And isnt ziting a girls name?
thin: guess you are just a bitchy sissy.
thin: and please save your comments which you assumed to be oh so sarcastic and clever.
Ziting: thin: Ah Hah! A trick Question!
maddie: the reason u've got more pple comin in is prob coz they came from Beautifuk's blog.
Ziting: maddie: Yes, that' true, but who cares! Wahaha~
Anonymous: Seriously, the pic on the top right corner of this blog makes you look like a dork!
Dork: Anony: thanks for getting me a new name!
thorny: lol yes i rarely see someone so fat, yellow and ugly!
Ziting: thorny: Well then, I'm a rare species! Adore me like a dodo~
Anonymous: Think you looked better in the pic where you sticked out for your arse "cutely"
Anonymous: for an anal probe. Maybe you'll get sodomised by some gays. :P
Anonymous: Sorry, typo. *correction* ..where you sticked out your arse "cutely"
Anonymous: aiya, think i shan't flood your tag board anymore. Sorry :]
KAtrina: LOL. Your counter got boosted because you were referred to by beautifuk.blogspot.com
KAtrina: What a retard.
KAtrina: Oh my god.I almost died when that photo loaded.Thought was a gorilla with a huge gap!
Ziting: Anony: Thanks!, Katrina: I'm amazed my blog can move people! Just don't die haha...
amused: fancy u can get a HIGH because u have 100 visitors. i'm badly amused!!
Ziting: amused: At least you get to laugh, and thanks for contributing to my counter!
doh: Fucking fucktards.
Ziting: doh: seeing from your nick, i think you are one too.
thin: Do the good people a favour and eat yourself to death. Know how?
thin: Just keep eating fatty foods and then maybe you could have a cardiac arrest.
thin: Better yet, emigrate to the land of the fat and moronic people, Malaysia. Be gone now
Anonymous: haha, i reckon thin to be the "bitching bitch" you were referring to.
Anonymous: Know what, mr. fatyandao? She's cool, right on! Don't condemn her writings please.
Ziting: hey.... thanks for dropping by, thin and Anony! Your tags are always welcome...
|adyDeath: Oh me and my readers accept your thanks. :-) how cute
|adyDeath: how cute, you're excited over a mere 100 clicks..keep up the erm good blogging!
Ziting: :-D I suppose you're also content about my good ol' poem of you. how appreciative :-)
Ziting: How caring, U're taggin me over a mere bitching of U.. keep up the erm good bitching!
princess: geesh..u're not a childish bastard..u're just a sad bastard.sad and fucked-up..
Ziting: Thanks for dropping by princess! Someone tags me :-P
thin: geez, you are such a cockheaded dick. And isnt ziting a girls name?
thin: guess you are just a bitchy sissy.
thin: and please save your comments which you assumed to be oh so sarcastic and clever.
Ziting: thin: Ah Hah! A trick Question!
maddie: the reason u've got more pple comin in is prob coz they came from Beautifuk's blog.
Ziting: maddie: Yes, that' true, but who cares! Wahaha~
Anonymous: Seriously, the pic on the top right corner of this blog makes you look like a dork!
Dork: Anony: thanks for getting me a new name!
thorny: lol yes i rarely see someone so fat, yellow and ugly!
Ziting: thorny: Well then, I'm a rare species! Adore me like a dodo~
Anonymous: Think you looked better in the pic where you sticked out for your arse "cutely"
Anonymous: for an anal probe. Maybe you'll get sodomised by some gays. :P
Anonymous: Sorry, typo. *correction* ..where you sticked out your arse "cutely"
Anonymous: aiya, think i shan't flood your tag board anymore. Sorry :]
KAtrina: LOL. Your counter got boosted because you were referred to by beautifuk.blogspot.com
KAtrina: What a retard.
KAtrina: Oh my god.I almost died when that photo loaded.Thought was a gorilla with a huge gap!
Ziting: Anony: Thanks!, Katrina: I'm amazed my blog can move people! Just don't die haha...
amused: fancy u can get a HIGH because u have 100 visitors. i'm badly amused!!
Ziting: amused: At least you get to laugh, and thanks for contributing to my counter!
doh: Fucking fucktards.
Ziting: doh: seeing from your nick, i think you are one too.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Saturday Nights' Bloody Indonesian Judo Dinner Buffet
I have to say that this is one of the worse public dinners that I have ever wasted money and time on.
Right after the earlier than usual departure from Sentosa, I knew I was so gonna be late to meet my fellow Judokas.
If I had not gave way to the next person going to shower.
If I had not stopped to get myself a cool can of Root Beer at HarbourFront MRT to cool myself down.
I got there 10 mins late, and I saw myself staring at the meagre number of people going for the dinner. My senior which I admired, Dennis was there, with his girlfriend. Ling Feng, the person I feared will be there at the dinner, who just came back from a smoke. Plus 3-4 people beisdes Ridhuan (our president) whocalled me to this dinner.
Where are the people I knew? Out of these crowds are girls that I barely knew. Where is our female captain Yee Ling? Where are the second year Judokas that I knew so well? Most importantly, where are my third year buddies?
I'm So Gonna Die.
We waited for another half hour before getting all the expected replies from my third year buddies.
"Oh sorry leh, I cannot make it. You guys have fun."
And so on and so forth. Then Ling Feng, as expected took out the blame of the lack of people on me.
"You see lah! Your committee passed down from Connie that time, now like this! And the next committee is now affected by you people! Now we have to start over after Yee Ling's Batch!"
What I don't understand is that I was a third year student, not even part of the Judo Club Committee at all.
On to the dinner. The food wasn't that great, all fried, or with lotsa hot chilli. It also came with the same army experiences and jokes that Ling Feng shared, making the whole dinner just like any army gathering. I feel for Ridhuan, the only person who did not understand Mandarin, as most of the chattering was in Mandarin. A gathering indeed.
I waste 12 dollars on a less than average dinner.
After that they even asked Ridhuan whether he drinks or not. It's like, the most stupid question I have ever heard! A muslim obviously can't drink! And they asked three times!
Most of the group went on for a drink at Chijmes, while I quickly went home before I run out of expenses. Bleah.
Right after the earlier than usual departure from Sentosa, I knew I was so gonna be late to meet my fellow Judokas.
If I had not gave way to the next person going to shower.
If I had not stopped to get myself a cool can of Root Beer at HarbourFront MRT to cool myself down.
I got there 10 mins late, and I saw myself staring at the meagre number of people going for the dinner. My senior which I admired, Dennis was there, with his girlfriend. Ling Feng, the person I feared will be there at the dinner, who just came back from a smoke. Plus 3-4 people beisdes Ridhuan (our president) whocalled me to this dinner.
Where are the people I knew? Out of these crowds are girls that I barely knew. Where is our female captain Yee Ling? Where are the second year Judokas that I knew so well? Most importantly, where are my third year buddies?
I'm So Gonna Die.
We waited for another half hour before getting all the expected replies from my third year buddies.
"Oh sorry leh, I cannot make it. You guys have fun."
And so on and so forth. Then Ling Feng, as expected took out the blame of the lack of people on me.
"You see lah! Your committee passed down from Connie that time, now like this! And the next committee is now affected by you people! Now we have to start over after Yee Ling's Batch!"
What I don't understand is that I was a third year student, not even part of the Judo Club Committee at all.
On to the dinner. The food wasn't that great, all fried, or with lotsa hot chilli. It also came with the same army experiences and jokes that Ling Feng shared, making the whole dinner just like any army gathering. I feel for Ridhuan, the only person who did not understand Mandarin, as most of the chattering was in Mandarin. A gathering indeed.
I waste 12 dollars on a less than average dinner.
After that they even asked Ridhuan whether he drinks or not. It's like, the most stupid question I have ever heard! A muslim obviously can't drink! And they asked three times!
Most of the group went on for a drink at Chijmes, while I quickly went home before I run out of expenses. Bleah.
Mood Swings Sure swing fast
My mood swing swings fast. Right now, I am thinking a lot in my head right now, all of them super negative thoughts.
From last saturday, my rollercoaster emotions went down on a two day hyperdrive. As usual, I was playing Ultimate Pickup games at sentosa. I had actually not wanted to go for it as my whole body was literally aching from the NAPFA Test yesterday, and not cooling down after that, but oh well, what could hurt? It shouldn't be as bad as the rantings I got in the morning. I just knew that I have to go back to Malaysia within the 100 day duration after my Godfather passed away.
Well, I was so damn tired, I just could not be my usual self. Nothing eventful happened there, except for the fact that I was REALLY not concentrating on the game. The short passes were so high, that even basketballer Yao Ming could not even catch it. What's even worse is the long passes: they go so high up, that they gradually silde out of the path, and into some babe-in-bikini's ankle who was froklicking along the seaside. After hitting someone for the second time (and at the achelles tendon too), my friends swore that if that gal and her group of friends were to come back at me seething with anger, they won't give a damn and just run away.
That was when I really lost the will to play the game. My gameplay got so bad that I really felt like resting at one corner for a while before departing off early for something late in the night.
Today marks one of the two official days left I get to train with the team. Just hope that I don't get fisted up for playing like shit. Like Stephen said, "You need to have faith in you. Believe in yourself."
I wonder how. I really to find faith in myself now. Maybe I'll just listen to Limp Bizkit.
From last saturday, my rollercoaster emotions went down on a two day hyperdrive. As usual, I was playing Ultimate Pickup games at sentosa. I had actually not wanted to go for it as my whole body was literally aching from the NAPFA Test yesterday, and not cooling down after that, but oh well, what could hurt? It shouldn't be as bad as the rantings I got in the morning. I just knew that I have to go back to Malaysia within the 100 day duration after my Godfather passed away.
Well, I was so damn tired, I just could not be my usual self. Nothing eventful happened there, except for the fact that I was REALLY not concentrating on the game. The short passes were so high, that even basketballer Yao Ming could not even catch it. What's even worse is the long passes: they go so high up, that they gradually silde out of the path, and into some babe-in-bikini's ankle who was froklicking along the seaside. After hitting someone for the second time (and at the achelles tendon too), my friends swore that if that gal and her group of friends were to come back at me seething with anger, they won't give a damn and just run away.
That was when I really lost the will to play the game. My gameplay got so bad that I really felt like resting at one corner for a while before departing off early for something late in the night.
Today marks one of the two official days left I get to train with the team. Just hope that I don't get fisted up for playing like shit. Like Stephen said, "You need to have faith in you. Believe in yourself."
I wonder how. I really to find faith in myself now. Maybe I'll just listen to Limp Bizkit.
A summary to make up for...
It's been awhile. I must say that I was really busy with my life all of a sudden. Last week was a very happy rollercoaster ride near to the climax of it all.
Basically last week, I was feeling sianz at sister pestering me about my cooking, which I pledged to improve on once I have the time from not working.
Then there is this wonderful feminine blogger that thought I was talking about her when I was just referring my sis's blogs' similiarity to hers as an uninteresting example. That, of course, sparked off a war from her blogging fans, and ended with tons of tags on my tag board. Which, of course, was returned with superduper retarded and sarcastic crap.
But I have to thank them: now I have more than 2000 hits on this website, with 500 being my own refreshing maddness, in an attempt to visit more of other blogs I have linked, and not to crap on my Ultimate Team's Forum and Website. With this, I have to think of a (devious) way to reward Di for being the 2000th visitor on the website. Hmm... *devious smile coming out*
The NTU Sports Club's Surf 'N' Sweat Ultimate Frisbee Competition 2004 was a great event (Which I procastinated to talk about). I gave out my all for my first two matches, although for the first one, my team over performed and thrashed them 7-0. Then in the second round, The game ended in vicotory with 2-1. After that, I simply fizzed off. Didn't feel like running, started panicking, started slipping in concentration. The next two matches ended quite badly, with a 3-0 loss, and the next 1-0 loss that consisted of extra time.
The last game which ended at a 1-0 loss, well suprisingly had the most impression on me. Most of it came from the referee. He was like saying, "I'm amazed. This game had almost no contact at all!" Felt great at that time, cos he actually commented on the game to the team, and Yes, Compliments boost me up. Haha...
On another note, I was pretty busy with picking up prank call in the morning, doing work in the afternoon, and Overtime work at night. Which is why I beg to differ from my normal self, writing blogs everyday, cos it's so damn boring. The only interesting thing was on Friday, when I had my NAFPA test.
I actually improved in five of the six stations that I took.
Looky here...
Situps : 42 -> B grade
Standing Broad Jump: 200 -> Fail
Shuttle Run: 10.6 secs -> D grade
Pull ups: BIG Kosong -> Fail
Sit and Reach : 45 cm -> B grade
and *drum roll*
2.4 km run: 12 min 34 seconds -> E grade!
This was a real good improvement from the last time I tried the mock one myself.
2.4 km run: 14:00 minutes.
4X10m shuttle run: 12.3 secs.
Pull Ups: Big Kosong.
Sit and Reach: dun care But I can stretch past my legs.
Standing Broad Jump: 190cm.
Sit ups: 38.
What got me improving on three stations, namely the 2.4km run, the shuttle run, and the standing broad jump, must surely be my thunder (yeah right, should be blunder you might say, but who cares!) Thighs! I think the 20 * 3 squats every night is really doing good to myblunder thunder thighs... haha.
But, the 2.4 km, I was really pissed at myself. 4 MORE SECONDS, and I could get a better grade for that. I again, lost my concentration in the last 800 metres, and started sprinting, which of course depleted a great deal of my remaining strength. If I could just run a little more constantly. Then again, I was pretty pleased that I ran a little better than at least 50% of the guys running then... haha...
And yes, a Side topic I've liken to write: Anand's selective words that pick him up into talking on my Ultimate Team's Forum are Sex, and Girls' Names. I wonder what mine is. :-)
Basically last week, I was feeling sianz at sister pestering me about my cooking, which I pledged to improve on once I have the time from not working.
Then there is this wonderful feminine blogger that thought I was talking about her when I was just referring my sis's blogs' similiarity to hers as an uninteresting example. That, of course, sparked off a war from her blogging fans, and ended with tons of tags on my tag board. Which, of course, was returned with superduper retarded and sarcastic crap.
But I have to thank them: now I have more than 2000 hits on this website, with 500 being my own refreshing maddness, in an attempt to visit more of other blogs I have linked, and not to crap on my Ultimate Team's Forum and Website. With this, I have to think of a (devious) way to reward Di for being the 2000th visitor on the website. Hmm... *devious smile coming out*
The NTU Sports Club's Surf 'N' Sweat Ultimate Frisbee Competition 2004 was a great event (Which I procastinated to talk about). I gave out my all for my first two matches, although for the first one, my team over performed and thrashed them 7-0. Then in the second round, The game ended in vicotory with 2-1. After that, I simply fizzed off. Didn't feel like running, started panicking, started slipping in concentration. The next two matches ended quite badly, with a 3-0 loss, and the next 1-0 loss that consisted of extra time.
The last game which ended at a 1-0 loss, well suprisingly had the most impression on me. Most of it came from the referee. He was like saying, "I'm amazed. This game had almost no contact at all!" Felt great at that time, cos he actually commented on the game to the team, and Yes, Compliments boost me up. Haha...
On another note, I was pretty busy with picking up prank call in the morning, doing work in the afternoon, and Overtime work at night. Which is why I beg to differ from my normal self, writing blogs everyday, cos it's so damn boring. The only interesting thing was on Friday, when I had my NAFPA test.
I actually improved in five of the six stations that I took.
Looky here...
Situps : 42 -> B grade
Standing Broad Jump: 200 -> Fail
Shuttle Run: 10.6 secs -> D grade
Pull ups: BIG Kosong -> Fail
Sit and Reach : 45 cm -> B grade
and *drum roll*
2.4 km run: 12 min 34 seconds -> E grade!
This was a real good improvement from the last time I tried the mock one myself.
2.4 km run: 14:00 minutes.
4X10m shuttle run: 12.3 secs.
Pull Ups: Big Kosong.
Sit and Reach: dun care But I can stretch past my legs.
Standing Broad Jump: 190cm.
Sit ups: 38.
What got me improving on three stations, namely the 2.4km run, the shuttle run, and the standing broad jump, must surely be my thunder (yeah right, should be blunder you might say, but who cares!) Thighs! I think the 20 * 3 squats every night is really doing good to my
But, the 2.4 km, I was really pissed at myself. 4 MORE SECONDS, and I could get a better grade for that. I again, lost my concentration in the last 800 metres, and started sprinting, which of course depleted a great deal of my remaining strength. If I could just run a little more constantly. Then again, I was pretty pleased that I ran a little better than at least 50% of the guys running then... haha...
And yes, a Side topic I've liken to write: Anand's selective words that pick him up into talking on my Ultimate Team's Forum are Sex, and Girls' Names. I wonder what mine is. :-)
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