You Blogders are freaking lucky....

My Dear Weblog Readers,

You are so lucky.

Why, you ask?

Because I am now taking care of my grandma, and I have no games to play at my aunt's house.

A flurry of entries.... Enjoy!!!

Something to look on

My life is like a pig's life: eating, sleeping, housework, blah blah blah. Also I have been indulging in a few games like Final Fantasy VII, and VIII, and a new First Person Shooter, XIII.

XIII is a cool game. I have it, ask me for a copy~

Anyway, because of my busy hands attending to the game controller, here's a new blog of mine. Pictures dating to as long as one month. Not in order, so view at your own risk! Will be constructing stories when my hands are free...

My Legs, My Doubts.

Well, right now I'm really depressed like crazy. If I were to relate all these my captain, I swear he would call me a disappointment yet again. So I shall pour my sad crap here.

Well, I went to Alexandra Hospital last Tuesday and did a further check up on my right knee. My kneecap is now dislocated, and I have a boney island at the top of my calf bone. And two days later I will be going to physiotherapise my legs.

After Physio:
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Legs still hurt like hell, but theorically my ligaments can't take my weight any more. Which is also why my kneecap is out of place. now I have to strengthen them to force the kneecap back in place.

So I worked out at the hospital gym, and had therapy on my legs. I swear man, other than the word TICKLISH, I would say that the treatment was a complete 20 minute torture. You have electrical currents flowing through your ligaments, and laughing away the tickles, but no.... the Nurse says NO LAUGHING is permitted in here.

Definitely worse than the Hot-Cold Treatment.

Sins I commited this month PART II

I'm a BAD Boy.....

SIN #3
Betting
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Well, I took my first bet for Singapore Pools, and I might say....
I just whack the money against whoever is winning...

And I am losing money not mainly because of bad predictions...

I'm losing money because:

1) I tore up a winning ticket before the match was over
2) I just whack. which leads me to losing 50 cents. Heh heh....

And this habit of mine is getting addictive, even though I'm betting small... like 5 bucks per match.

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Well, I can't think of anymore bad things I've done.. :-P, and I am just minutes away from making my final holiday trip overseas before I get into National Service. Meeting relatives, and giving them a last physical impression of me before I go for an "Extreme Makeover". I just hope that they will be more surprise when they see me get a new face that's dark and botak... hahahaha...

And this trip is far more special... because of my cousin is finally going with us into Malaysia after his parents' change of mind. You see, he was actually my youngest brother that was given away to my aunt to be adopted. And he was very cherished by my aunt as he is to her only son.

The sudden decision of my Aunt and Uncle to allow him to go with us on the trip is really getting to my head... Just why did they loosened their grip on his son? It's like Lee Kuan Yew saying:

"I have decided not to sue people who defame me. Go on politicians, voice out your discontent. SAY I'M AN OLD GEEZER TRYING TO BULLCRAP IN SINGAPORE."

Well, that's all I have to say... will be gone for a week starting now, and sadly, missing out on smooth Brewerkz Beer and the Sexy Frisbee League Parteee..... GO 7-UP! POP!

Be back with a week's blogs... in a week... :-)

Sins I commited this month PART I

You can see the title yourself... Well things have not changed, except for the fact that I have:

- Graduated
(Yes I know I have been repeating for some time already)

- Used up all my Savings which was for that rainy day.
(Apparently, this is becoming some sort of a Financial Thunderstorm. Now I can't treat Di until I get my first salary. BAH!)

- Been proclaimed "Unemployed" by my parents Up Until Now.
(Which leads to the first salary to be most possible after BMT. GASP!)

- Nearly got into trouble with SMRT.
(!!! Which I will crap more)

- Nearly got into trouble with SBS Transit.
(!!!!!! Which I will crap more)

- Got into trouble with the Money God.
(Yeah, the habit is getting worse...)

- Got a knee injury by jumping like a rabbit too much
(Which means I have an excuse for getting FAT)

Now I shall go on with the SINs that I have committed this month:

Nowadays, my sadistic nature is getting more and more into me. I actually nearly got a job, but the job was such a low blow that I immediately turned down the job after one day of "training".

SIN #1
Getting a job that's close to begging.
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Well, I could have lifted myself out of my "Great Depression", and also get myself to earn at least $30 in three hours. It's just that the money is so cheapo that it's close to whore-ing.

It's GATHERING FUNDS on the behalf of "charity".

Only that you get 30% of the commission of the donations.

So, you might be thinking that the profession is illegal. But the fact that the legal papers are all there resides, so you cannot really get back at them. And they can harass you for all eternity until you hand over 10 bucks over to them and get that voucher/cutesy toy/lucky draw ticket/crap tangling over your head.

I did that for one day... and it sucks. I'll rather give out flyers.

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SIN #2
Nearly Got into trouble with SMRT.
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The Carrrefour Three-Day-PriceBusters Sale was on yesterday, and I went over to buy 30 eggs for $2.25 (Great Deal!). For one thing, the Hypermart's located in the city area, so I had to take some public transport home, which is the MRT.

I am damn unlucky enough to get to squeeze with a bunch of people during rush hour. And I know it's bound to get worse, when you find out that the Bunch becomes a Crowd, and a big Crowd of Ignorant people at that.

Pushing and pushing, I just blew it, and shouted to the nearest pusher.

"Oei!!! I have a tray of eggs near your groin, and if you want others to get the impression that you had an orgasm in the MRT, HUMP THOSE EGGIES!!!"

The crowd stopped pushing. :-)

I could hear the train engines whining in the foreground amid the humane silence.

At that moment, my heart is thumping so hard, with this thought:

"Heng ah, the one I shouted at was a female, or else I could be pounded meat."

Which is suddenly overwritten with:

"WAH HENG AH, the one I shouted at never call the police..."

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SIN #3
Nearly Got into trouble with SBS Transit.
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This is yet another MRT story. This time, it happened on the North-East Line.

I was waiting on the platform for my train, and I found out I needed to wait for 10 minutes for a train(!). Another train came on the opposite platform, and it travels in the opposite direction of my train ride.

The amount of people at my platform is increasing fast, and the travelling distance between the stations in this NE-Line is short. So I took the opposite train.

And la li la, the train went past two stations, and I can see the swarming people on the opposite side of the stations.

I also noticed that the train doors open faster than the platform doors, which takes a while before it starts to open. It started to irritate me.

I decided to get off one station, and as expected, the platform doors was slow in opening. This time round, I forced open the platform door, and blended into the crowd outside to get to the opposite platform. I waited for the train to leave, but NO... the goody train doesn't wanna leave.

My heart started beating rapidly again. Did I not open the doors completely so that the doors can close back so normal? Will some nosey person get out of the train and drag me back from the opposite platform?

My train finally came, and I hid myself, staring at the back view of the train. Thank God the my train left first...

Logically, if I acted like a blur cock, this shouldn't be a problem. There were no warning signs of opening the platform doors, like those on SMRT trains. But I'm obviously delaying traffic, and will be, without doubt, a BIG BIG offence.

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I've been crapping for quite long... will continue tomorrow before I get to malaysia... and Yes, be Prepared for long blogs of Malaysian Goodness... :-)

One Blog in a long time...

This is really killing me...

Good: My First Time Betting with Singapore Pools, Aim For France Win
Bad: England Scored in the First half, and got a penalty
Worse: Tore my Betting ticket at the 80 minute
WAY BAD: France Scored Two Gasp Goals in injury time.

And I LOST 5 Bucks....

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

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!

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.