the crooked growth

i hate projects, i can ramble on and on, but guess what, i have to do it, for the A and the U afterwards, bummer. I can say how stressed i am, but when diagnosed, it's just procrastination that's weighing me down, DAMN YOU PROCRASTINATION! DAMN YOU FATIGUE! DAMN YOU INDULGENCE!

anyway, got back my Comm Skills paper, i bungled and messed up. 35/50, fuck. highest was 44, by ye lady of MGS of course.. told ya my essay was like a chicken, fat body, weak legs. So what if I used big-assed words..i forgot to plan, in short, this is what it may look like, if it was illustrated















i hate projects.



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as the sun rises. more surprises

whaddaya know, school's in again, for all, more squeezing on the bus, more crap in class AND A SHITLOAD OF PROJECTS TO BE DONE? oh fk.

anyway..we've finished CSA, i had to freaking make link buttons over and over and over and over and over again for like an hour while in the library with fazz, ben and fazz's laptop (w/o a charger, pure genius), we fixed some things and i hope its all done and done, i dunno what went on with charissa,guess the Japanese internet connection wasn't friendly but we finished it anyway.

what's left: Organisational Behaviour, Macroeconomics, Communication Skills and my SYA website, which is pretty much quite bare cos i haven't really used Yahoo! Pagebuilder in my whole life. i need a drip, laced with caffeine and steroids thank you very much.

and so i caught Cars yesterday with Yunru, Zac,Brian,Yisong after my CSA meeting.had dinner at long john's before the show with fatin before she left. boy was it great, the animation was deliciously crispy and the plot was good. i quite like the soundtrack as well. as a goodie, they included a clip made by Pixar, titled One Man Band, about these 2 one man bands trying to get a girl to donate her last dollar to either of them. the movie itself was great, 4 out of 5 stars, just watch it for yourself to find out.

i really pity the old aunty selling tissues in the middle of the little road crossing path, and the malay old lady and her granddaughter at tampines, something stopped me from donating,sigh, feel guilty? hell yea.

i await the wrath that is school. meanwhile, here's a trash bag and an umbrella jammed in a rubbish disposal chute





















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why nascar should be an indian sport

here's the reason

i worked for the money, the reward came as a cough and cold

yep, telecoms, i feel like drone, lose ability speak speak....

okay, so i finished my previous job at asiacom, made $320 approx...cool, the agency said we were favoured workers cos we were fast, efficient and smart people. =D, crap, my ego is growing.

i went for another job oppurtunity today, some family day thingy. boy, i swear it was the hardest $40? i made in my life. Southwest CDC family day bullshit, made me sicklier. so the story goes like this...

we were all assigned to man the game stalls there, 7 stalls, 8 people. the extra acts as a spare tyre, once we feel the insufferable torment from the aunties and children (courtesy of the jurong west and lakeside people, thanks a bunch, assholes) . and so, i kena-ed the golf putting game stall, to which i was supposed to do the lasso game, but yunru had to beg me to take something else cos she wanted it. i gave in. well, i wouldn't say her job was easier, but its all the same. here's my misadventure: i started off pretty well when an indian boy strolled around ( he was the only one at the earliest point of opening), i gave him 4 tries to put into the hole, unfortunately, he did'nt manage to score, but he was a nice boy. now let's do the angel-devil thing, then roughly 15 mins into the event, came a boy in red and carrying a little sling pouch. boy, i was mistaken by his initial entity as a 'casual child patron', he snuck to where the hole was and began 'working' for me like he knows me.











me in a dorky looking bandana



i was kinda shaky, cos i thought my boss will scream at me for allowing a kid to do part of my work. but he/she (2 bosses) didn't patrol, so my ass was saved. but that kid, he got a little annoying and started to aggrevate me, i asked for the 2 pathetic golf balls that he collected after the previous patron gave her shots and missed, but he refused , yes, what the fk. that little demon-child threw the ball into the putting range( its really pathetic, it looks like those little putting machines without the machinery but holes and stuff). he threw it on a patron, the nerve! tries and such explained below...

telling him i will get scolded by my boss for his uninvited and unauthorized entrance?
-didn't work
zac told him that it's not safe standing like a gymnast in front of the putting green cos he will hurt his balls
-didn't work, kid said 'fuck'
zac told him to not sit on the chair
-didn't work, kid said 'bullshit'
i told him a lot of people are getting impatient from his stubborn little behaviour
-didn't work, kid said 'whatever'
i stared at him like i wanted to bludgeon him and give him hatchet wound in the face
-worked for 10 mins, came back and disturbed us again, that little jackass

only towards the end till his parent(s) came, i pity her, such a little damien to take care of, omen is upon her..sigh


anyway, the aunties also contributed a little to making me contract heart attacks, they just took the prize while we couldn't look, kiasu women,sigh..some tried to steal the prizes, but i just let them be, cos there were like plenty of cheap-mass-produced goods to give away, since this was paid for by the gahmen. suckers. they didn't really take a good look at the price tags, their dirt cheap. fools

spotted a few child prodigies too, this guy kept coming back and each time he came back, he manages to do a hole in one, nice. the day ended in a chicken rice dinner, speaking of chicken rice, i had so much chicken rice during lunch and dinner breaks for my asiacom stint that my crap started to smell like it. oh well, i was hungry an hour ago, so i cooked good ol' myojo noodles to satisfy this craving, but as i expected, it tasted like salt water blanched noodles. cos the sun from today's fair totally killed my nose, now i have to breathe through my mouth, sigh.

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the craze begins

welcome to the world cup, yep, same line i heard over the span of 3 world cups, commentator begins to say that at periods between 00 min 1 sec ~ 00 min 7 sec into the premier matches. yes, i take note of petty things

anyway, as im boring you with what i call a blog post, the germans are leading 2-1 and its only the freaking 20th minute. why? i still recall that hilarious thrashing the afghans took from the krauts in 2002. 8-0, damn funny. should've seen the afghan goalie's face, so desperate..haha..and as germans, they wouldn't be satisfied with 8-0 as opposed to them hating themselves to why they couldn't have scored much more. lol, germans. funny bunch.

anyway, started work today, lol came home late, but judging by the 9~4 delay, we had to work from 4.20 to 9.30, and we finished more than half the 700 quota, how nice. so i'm guessing it's possible to go home early afterall, besides, i'm a questionable insomniac, i live for insomnia.

shit load of projects to complete, not enough time. gotta work like superman, bring in the coffee and bulls seeing red in a can of blue or gold. web design is such a bitch, especially if the deadline is frackin' retarded, way to go making me lose my entitlement to sleep at 2am and later you shit holes, submitting the project at 9 am sharp. oooh, big scary bold letters. bitches.

this leaves me to wonder, how the heck can we function if:

a.) charissa's leaving for legal-porn land in the far east in the 2nd week
b.)priscilla's in kraut-lande for her sailing tournament
c.)i have to work for the 1st week
d.)people having church camp.

zzzzzz...save me from this plight please. zzzzzz

oh yea, getting the pay next month, hound me later for meals, cos to make it slightly crappier, its in cheque form, good luck waiting.

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tests, boo hoo

guess what, tests are hitting us in the (insert body part/organ here), to be honest, i've studied in minimalistic circumstances, i'm still using good ol' secondary school mugging format, which is to just pay attention, it's hard to miss a lot of things during the macroeconomics tutorials, trust me. THE GUY WANTS FULL ATTENTION AND HE MEANS IT. haha, so there i was, paying FULL BLOODY ATTENTION, horrible..horrible, especially if you only had 4 hrs of sleep the night before..

anyway, i'm not really muggin hard, just making sure i know what i'm gonna do and not screw up, i think i won't fail, it's pretty much idiot proof if you took humanities and did well, "pay attention lor"...for accounts, it's quite easy to accustom yourself to it since it's pretty much repetitive and we only learned the basics of accounting (kinda funny to know that a boring subject like accounting has so many aspects to it)

what about CSA? omfg, where to start, it's HECK, HECK!!!! i skipped the lecture twice, one on purpose and the other was just the reluctance to wake up after sleeping at 2.30am...haha, i have to surf V-Bus to download the notes. What about OB? OMFG!!! WHO THE FUCK WRITES SO MANY THEORIES ON HOW HUMANS BEHAVE!?! GO MEET UP AND MAKE A CONVENTION, SAVE US STUDENTS FROM THIS HELL HOLE OF YOUR STUPID DISAGREEMENT!

that's pretty much everything, so spread out, wonderful. but we have 4 modules, unlike some courses with 1 or 2, yes, I'm jealous, well done for picking THAT out.

oh yea, forgotten to brag about my phone:
BEHOLD THE W700i! AND ITS SIMILARITY TO W800i AND K750i, ALL EQUALLY AS EXPENSIVE WHEN IT WAS FIRST PROMO-ed.
cool, the usual functions that is necessary. 2 megapixel camera, bluetooth, megabass (the bass is woah), expandable memory of up to 4gb(woah, TAKE THAT SAMSUNG!), flash player, and lotsa stuff more..
there we go




Another thing, we went to the balloon hats festival yesterday. i dread it, wasnt as good as last year's, cos my feet hurt (not used to wearing flip flops), and secondly, not too many friends there, but we saw the bird! haha and lotsa balloons. (no brainer)















told ya.
















1+1=?


















see,peacocks



















see my discontent? oh yea, mel's smile is fake.

cool, now TO DINNER!! and MUGGING!!!

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ill

fk the stupid flu bug, of all times i have to kena now....karma sux
speaking of karma, announcement:

PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT TO 'FISH' from the COKE MACHINE OUTSIDE THE DESIGN SCHOOL, IT'S RIGGED I TELLS YA! IT WORKS,BUT CERTAIN CHANCE OF GETTING CONNED BY THE MACHINE IS EXISTENT! SO IS THE ONE INSIDE BUSINESS SCHOOL!

if you don't comprehend the meaning of 'fish', it's not nice to learn, i learnt it by chance from a wise guy named faiz. now, it itches me to obtain 3 bottles of soft drinks at a mere price of FORTY CENTS!* (per bottle)
(dependent on luck, don't sue)*

how come we:
1.)never have money when we really need it
2.)get sick when we seriously need things way better than getting sick
3.)are so sensitive without our tonsils properly functioning
4.)find the maxim and fhm and men's health snapped up so quickly in the newly opened cheers store, though it only opened for 2 days?
5.)eat testicles?

answer these and the great mysteries of life will lessen by a small slice of the pie. meanwhile, i shall go spit odd-coloured phlegm, bleh.

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