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ECP is not just for East Coast Park, but also Eye Candy Park. Now you know why I like to jog. :P

Elections coming but I just remembered this incident when I was small. It was election day and I went with my parents to the voting center. I immediately said I liked the logo "with the lightning". I was small and had no idea about political parties (hmm not much has changed btw) but the it was the one thing that stuck out to me.

How good is a logo design? Is it good enough to subconciously push someone? Definately. Maybe the other parties should consider hiring a better designer.

Operation Pac Man is still on going. Check frequently for updates.

Flash mob can still be on, but I feel the time of opportunity has passed and the effect will not be there.

Pac Man

Seem to have found someone crazy enough to do it with me. My last hurrah.

A two finger salute to NUS for being such a boring place if you will.

Other plans: Flash mob. Meet outside THAT building in NUS, all participants dressed in white and act like elephants. Anyone interested?

Heard during tutorial

Some people shorten whores to ho's.

Tutor: .. so there are 2 whores (hosts) is this subnet ...

Then again, maybe it's my polluted mind.

Also heard:

*warning, gripe coming*

It was established during the tutorial that the common industry standard currently is slightly different from what is being taught in the lectures.

First question that came up: "So if this came out in the exam, what do we write?"

Shows how exam orientated students are. It's not about learning, it's about exams. I'm not critizing anything, just pointing out an observation.

Found my brother!

Who wants to try this in NUS?

Still looking for people to try Pac-Man with me.

Wah Xiao Bai Lian

I also want a sugar mommy...

[courtesy of Thor Odinson]

Whatever happened to

those annoying children mascots. Boredom made me ponder on that question and I came up with this!

1. Teletubbies
Remember those irritating teletubbies that loved to frolick around naked (well technically, they are naked! Just because there is a lack of outwardly showing genitials, doesn't mean they're not!) in the babyish looking sun-baked hills filled with rabbits.?

What ever happened to them?

What I think: most probably offended one too many people with their incessant "ar-oh"s (or hello in baby speak). Grinded up and sold as rainbow powder for kids to use in their art's project. Except purple's triangle, which was made into a clothes hanger.

2. Barney the purple dinosaur

Remember the song that he used to sing?

I love you,
You love me!

Which was bastardised into this song popular amoung mischeivous school kids

I love you,
You love me,
Together, we'll have a baby!
With a big round egg
and one long thin sperm,
Together, we'll have a ba-by!

Whatever happened to him?

What I think:

Audtioned for both Godzilla and Jurassic Park. Lost the part to Godzilla in Godzilla, decided to challenge him to a celebrity deathmatch, and promptly got stomped on.

Not to be detered, decided to fight not one, but two raptors from Jurassic Park and promptly this happened:



3. B1 and B2 a.k.a. Banana's in Pajamas!

Are you thinking what I'm thinking B1?

I think I am B2!

How many times have you heard that irritating phrase?

What ever happened to them?

Simple, right? Made into banana splits!

Alternative ending:


Masquerading as slippers.

4. Elmo

Claim to fame:
This is the song,
la la la la,
Elmo's song.
La la la la,
Elmo's song.
La la la la,
la la la la.

Got big headed with fame, cloned himself into a range of successful and unsuccesful products.

Successful:
Tickle me Elmo.

Unsuccessful:

Skin being ripped and used as kids clothing

used to warm certain parts of the body

All tounge in cheek. All names and images are the property of their respective owners. No muppets, bananas, dinosaurs (who am I kidding, Barney was eaten by raptors..) and teletubbies were harmed in the writting of this post.

... Brokeback to the future.

CNY's over

Sigh CNY's over. It's going to be back to hitting the books again, or in my case, getting on with my project, which I think is slowly but surely going behind time.

Anyway, update on things done during CNY:

• House visiting (woo~! ang pows, eating!)
• playing cards (darn I lost to my cousin and sister)
• Talking cock with friends
  
• Unable to talk cock with cousins (seem to have this problem. Only see them once a year, in fact I think I saw new cousins this year and they're like 17-18.. Makes me wonder why I never saw them before. Or maybe just did not notice them. Or most likely, they changed their appearance. The extended family is so big. I tend to forget everyone.)
• Rode from Bukit Panjang to Bugis on a unicycle. (note to self, while this will help me get rid of the weight gained during CNY, do this with people who are willing to do it more leisurely, not crazy people who go flat out from Bukit Timah to Bugis in 1 1/2 hours.
• Played games with cousins. Woo~! I rule at Winning Eleven 9!
• Constantly worry about project not being done at the back of the head
• Constantly worry about homework that will come
• Constantly worry about having to find a job soon
• Constantly worry that I don't worry enough
• Gaze in awe as God returns to Anfield!
• Learn new things about friends. I've finally met a girl who understands the off-side trap! No offense intended.
• Pour my heart out to friends

Well, eventful CNY.
Although if you notice carefully, I didn't actually do much. Just sit and laze around eating.
Well, back to mugging.

Always wanted to do this.

Hmm do you guys prefer I place the direct link or just put the video here?

What happens when you..

mix Para Para with Maya-Hee with a bloody cross-dresser

For togetherness...

Unity, Caring, Kindness and Friendship!

Read in the papers..

.. that Donald "I have a bad combover" Trump is suing for a paper for underestimating his worth.

The paper says that Trump is worth only 250million while Trump declares that he's worth at 2.5 billion.

Guess what, he's suing for 5billion. Well, if he wins, then the paper really has no choice but to say that he's worth more then 250million.

Hmmm..

New Song

Woo old school Beach Boys. Wouldn't it be nice?

Or would you prefer the old Agadoo?

Wouldn't it be nice if [insert what you want?]

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IE7 released!

IE7.com

Linksys Tech Support

My router failed me yesterday and was not able to boot up. So I contacted Linksys's Tech Support for help and they gave me a pretty fustrating time.

The first time I called they asked me to give the router a hard reset which I had already tried doing, but Tech Support Guy (from now on known as TSG) insisted that I try it again.

Surprise! But it did not work. Next he asked me to ping the router which I had also tried, and failed, and he again insisted that I try it.

Guess what? It failed again. He asked me to update the firmware, but I told him that since I could not even ping the router (i.e. no way to connect to the router at all) , I could not update the firmware. He then asked me to download some software to update it.

1. I don't have internet connection because my router is down. Where the fuck am I supposed to download it from. Luckily I was resourceful enough to go to my neighbour's house to download the stuff.
2. I already said I can't ping the router! Why make me try all this stuff? Predictably, the software was unable to detect the router as well.

Anyway, TSG gave me a reference number and asked my to try the above before calling again. Since it did not work, I had to call Linksys Tech Support again.

A different TSG picked it up (henceforth known as TSG2). He they proceeded to ask me to do everything that TSG asked me to do. I explained that I've already done it twice! Once by myself and the second time by the first TSG. But to no avail. TSG2 insisted that I try it again, with predictable results.

You just can literaly see that they are going through their list of questions and answers without thinking. FFS, I've already tried this and gotten this result, why not move on to something else instead of asking me to do it over and over again?

At the end of the day, TSG2 admitted that the router was spoilt and asked to bring it down for a 1-to-1 exchange.

It's obviously working since this post is here. But it definately left a bitter taste in my mouth over the way my case was handled.

2 fingers up at Linksys.

Re: Siyong's Question

Here's where the reference came in response to your question about the laser beams.

Interesting snipe?

Read this is a magazine interviewing players who played Matrix Online, an MMO about the Matrix.

Magazine: So what do you use to eat soup?

Player: Duh, a spoon.

Magazine: There is no spoon.

More on Dustbin Dude - with cameo from Garbage Girl

1. Dustbin Dude does not sleep. He waits.

2. Dustbin Dude has counted to infinity. Twice.

3. In fine print on the last page of the Guinness Book of World Records it notes that all world records are held by Dustbin Dude, and those listed in the book are simply the closest anyone else has ever gotten.

4. There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Dustbin Dude allows to live.

5. Dustbin Dude is the only man to ever defeat a brick wall in a game of tennis.

6. When Dustbin Dude sends in his taxes, he sends blank forms and includes only a picture of himself, crouched and ready to attack. Dustbin Dude has not had to pay taxes ever.

7. A Handicap parking sign does not signify that this spot is for handicapped people. It is actually in fact a warning, that the spot belongs to Dustbin Dude and that you will be handicapped if you park there.

8. Dustbin Dude originally appeared in the first ever football video game, but was removed by Beta Testers because every button caused him to score. When asked bout this "glitch," Dustbin Dude replied, "That's no glitch."

9. Dustbin Dude once shot down a German fighter plane with his finger, by yelling, "Bang!"

10. Dustbin Dude is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Dustbin Dude

11. Time waits for no man. Unless that man is Dustbin Dude.

12. When Dustbin Dude goes to donate blood, he declines the syringe, and instead requests a hand gun and a bucket.

13. There are no weapons of mass destruction. Just Dustbin Dude.

14. There are no races, only countries of people Dustbin Dude has beaten to different shades of black and blue.

15. When Dustbin Dude falls in water, Dustbin Dude doesn't get wet. Water gets Dustbin Dude.

16. Dustbin Dude CAN believe it's not butter.

17. Dustbin Dude invented black. In fact, he invented the entire spectrum of visible light. Except pink. Garbage Girl invented pink.

18. Dustbin Dude has the greatest Poker-Face of all time. He won the 1983 World Series of Poker, despite holding only a Joker, a Get out of Jail Free Monopoloy card, a 2 of clubs, 7 of spades and a green 4 card from the game UNO.

19. Archeologists unearthed an old english dictionary dating back to the year 1236. It defined "victim" as "one who has encountered Dustbin Dude"

20. Dustbin Dude doesn't bowl strikes, he just knocks down one pin and the other nine faint.

21. Dustbin Dude can slam a revolving door.

22. Dustbin Dude played Russian Roulete with a fully loaded gun and won.

23. Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears Dustbin Dude pajamas.

24. When God said, "let there be light", Dustbin Dude said, "say 'please'."

25. Dustbin Dude uses a night light. Not because Dustbin Dude is afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Dustbin Dude.

Since it's raining so much..

Table soccer

To get p0rn in Harry Potter...

Replace d with g

Edit: I got a stinking suspicion, I'll be getting a lot of wierd searches from search engines now.

Take this test Eugene!

Are you gay?

Free from commenting!

Should have found this earlier.

Being helpful - The Gay Superhero way

Why did the chicken cross the road?

There was free beer on the other side of the road.

More here!

Taiwan Pics

pics here

Preview:

Song

For those that have been wondering why I have the song Agadoo on my blog, it's in reference to Daniel Agger.
Hopefully, he'll sign for LFC in the next few days and I can find another song.
Or do you like it so much that you don't want it changed? :P
Comments?

P.S: Camera was spoilt for Taiwan trip so not many photos. Maybe I'll put some of chio bu's. Hee.

Away

Going to Taiwan from the 4th to the 9th.

As the rabbits in Wallace and Gromit are wont to say, "Wee~!"

Premiership managers with regards to FM2006

With help from Raymond.

Jose "Moanin-whore" Mourinho : Open player list, sort by cost, buy the most expensive ones.

David "I like them young" O'Leary : Open player list, sort by age, buy the youngest.

Martin "I like them even younger" Jol : Open FMScout, sort by player potential, filter age < 20, approach to sign all.

Sam "I have no money" Allardyce : Open free transfer list, approach all of them. ALL of them.

Arsene "I have money" Wenger : Open player list, sort by cost, look at all the expensive ones, and not buy them. Instead consult David O'Leary and Martin Jol on youngsters.

David "Blueshite" Moyes : Look at squad, sell most expensive player. Look at player list, buy all the flops.

Graham "I rule with an iron fist" Souness : Buy any player that another manager has declared an interest in.

Rafa "I need another leg for this chair" Benitez : Filter player list where country = "Spain", buy all.

Once again written tounge-in-cheek. I blame Heskey.

Naria

Just watched Harry Potter of the Rings Part XXXII Naria with a bunch of friends the other day and since I'm pretty much a fanboy of Naria, I loved it.

But I also watched too many war movies to not point out that Peter was pretty much clueless when it came to battle tactics...

1. Air superiority. They had air superiority FFS! Wars were won with air superiority. And what did he do? Send out one measly flight to drop stones from WITHIN arrow range. He should have set up refueling stations and sent out wave after wave to bombard to enemy. And do it from outside arrow range. Gravity was in his favour.
2. Long range support. In this case it would be the archers. He didn't even use them till they were leading the enemy into a supposed trap. (More on the trap later) He could have kept them in the second row, continuely shooting and picking of enemies while they charged. Alternatively send some on the air support to pick off enemies while they are busy engaged with his own troops.
3. Preperation. Apparently, the battleground was of Peter's choosing. Why no preperation done on it? Dig trenches, set up spiked barricades, etc. Spartacus could do it, why not Peter? Ok, maybe there wasn't that much time, but if all they could muster was some fire arrow(or pheonix) to set up a wall of fire against the ICE queen, then I'm severly disappointed.
   
4. No pikemen? Against a calvary charge? A disappointed William Wallace must surely be tsking.
5. Trap? (see point 2) What trap? When leading enemies into a Valley of Death, make sure they can't see your ambush troops. And make sure the people on the top of the valley raining death down are your own troops, not the enemy..

I think about the only thing he did right was keeping troops in reserve and sending them in the flank the enemy when they were caught off guard, and I attibute it more to Aslan then Peter. :P

Note: To those really rabid fanboys, these was written tounge in cheek and in no way my fault. I blame Heskey.

Wierd self-referencing story.

For cunning linguist.

This Is the Title of This Story,
Which Is Also Found Several Times in the Story Itself
David Moser

This is the first sentence of this story. This is the second sentence. This is the title of this story, which is also found several times in the story itself. This sentence is questioning the intrinsic value of the first two sentences. This sentence is to inform you, in case you haven't already realized it, that this is a self-referential story, that is, a story containing sentences that refer to their own structure and function. This is a sentence that provides an ending to the first paragraph.

This is the first sentence of a new paragraph in a self-referential story. This sentence is introducing you to the protagonist of the story, a young boy named Billy. This sentence tells you that Billy is blond and blue-eyed and American and twelve years old and strangling his mother. This sentence comments on the awkward nature of the self-referential narrative form while recognizing the strange and playful detachment it affords the writer. As if illustrating the point made by the last sentence, this sentence reminds us, with no trace of facetiousness, that children are a precious gift from God and that the world is a better place when graced by the unique joys and delights they bring to it.

This sentence describes Billy's mother's bulging eyes and protruding tongue and makes reference to the unpleasant choking and gagging noises she's making. This sentence makes the observation that these are uncertain and difficult times, and that relationships, even seemingly deep-rooted and permanent ones, do have a tendency to break down.

Introduces, in this paragraph, the device of sentence fragments. A sentence fragment. Another. Good device. Will be used more later.

This is actually the last sentence of this story but has been placed here by mistake. This is the title of this story, which is also found several times within the story itself. As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself in his bed transformed into a gigantic insect. This sentence informs you that the preceding sentence is from another story entirely (a better one, it must be noted) and has no place at all in this particular narrative. Despite the claims of the preceding sentence, this sentence feels compelled to inform you that the story you are reading is in actuality ``The Metamorphosis'' by Franz Kafka, and that the sentence referred to by the preceding sentence is the only sentence which does indeed belong to the story. This sentence overrides the preceding sentence by informing the reader (poor, confused wretch) that this piece of literature is actually the Declaration of Independence, but that the author, in a show of extreme negligence (if not malicious sabotage), has so far failed to include even one single sentence from that stirring document, although he has condescended to use a small sentence fragment, namely, ``When in the course of human events,'' embedded in quotation marks near the end of a sentence. Showing a keen awareness of the boredom and downright hostility of the average reader with regard to the pointless conceptual games indulged in by the preceding sentences, this sentence returns us at last to the scenario of the story by asking the question, ``Why is Billy strangling his mother?'' This sentence attempts to shed some light on the question posed by the preceding sentence but fails. This sentence, however, succeeds, in that it suggests a possible incestuous relationship between Billy and his mother and alludes to the concomitant Freudian complications an astute reader will immediately envision. Incest. The unspeakable taboo. The universal prohibition. Incest. And notice the sentence fragments? Good literary device. Will be used more later.

This sentence is the first sentence in a new paragraph. This is the last sentence in a new paragraph.

This sentence can serve as either the beginning of the paragraph or the end, depending on its placement. This is the title of this story, which is also found several times in the story itself. This sentence raises a serious objection to the entire class of self-referential sentences that merely comment on their own function or placement within the story (e.g., the preceding four sentences), on the grounds that they are monotonously predictable, unforgivably self-indulgent, and merely serve to distract the reader from the real subject of this story, which at this point seems to concern strangulation and incest and who knows what other delightful topics. The purpose of this sentence is to point out that the preceding sentence, while not itself a member of the class of self-referential sentences it objects to, nevertheless also serves merely to distract the reader from the real subject of this story, which actually concerns Gregor Samsa's inexplicable transformation into a gigantic insect (despite the vociferous counterclaims of other well-meaning although misinformed sentences). This sentence can serve as either the beginning of the paragraph or the end, depending on its placement.

This is the title of this story, which is also found several times in the story itself. This is almost the title of this story, which is found only once in the story itself. This sentence regretfully states that up to this point the self-referential mode of narrative has had a paralyzing effect on the actual progress of the story itself---that is, these sentences have been so concerned with analyzing themselves and their role in the story that they have failed by and large to perform their function as communicators of events and ideas that one hopes coalesce into a plot, character development, etc.---in short, the very raisons d'être of any respectable, hardworking sentence in the midst of a piece of compelling prose fiction. This sentence in addition points out the obvious analogy between the plight of these agonizingly self-aware sentences and similarly afflicted human beings, and it points out the analogous paralyzing effects wrought by excessive and tortured self-examination.

The purpose of this sentence (which can also serve as a paragraph) is to speculate that if the Declaration of Independence had been worded and structured as lackadaisically and incoherently as this story has been so far, there's no telling what kind of warped libertine society we'd be living in now or to what depths of decadence the inhabitants of this country might have sunk, even to the point of deranged and debased writers constructing irritatingly cumbersome and needlessly prolix sentences that sometimes possess the questionable if not downright undesirable quality of referring to themselves and they sometimes even become run-on sentences or exhibit other signs of inexcusably sloppy grammar like unneeded superfluous redundancies that almost certainly would have insidious effects on the lifestyle and morals of our impressionable youth, leading them to commit incest or even murder and maybe that's why Billy is strangling his mother, because of sentences just like this one, which have no discernible goals or perspicuous purpose and just end up anywhere, even in mid

Bizarre. A sentence fragment. Another fragment. Twelve years old. This is a sentence that. Fragmented. And strangling his mother. Sorry, sorry. Bizarre. This. More fragments. This is it. Fragments. The title of this story, which. Blond. Sorry, sorry. Fragment after fragment. Harder. This is a sentence that. Fragments. Damn good device.

The purpose of this sentence is threefold: (1) to apologize for the unfortunate and inexplicable lapse exhibited by the preceding paragraph; (2) to assure you, the reader, that it will not happen again; and (3) to reiterate the point that these are uncertain and difficult times and that aspects of language, even seemingly stable and deeply rooted ones such as syntax and meaning, do break down. This sentence adds nothing substantial to the sentiments of the preceding sentence but merely provides a concluding sentence to this paragraph, which otherwise might not have one.

This sentence, in a sudden and courageous burst of altruism, tries to abandon the self-referential mode but fails. This sentence tries again, but the attempt is doomed from the start.

This sentence, in a last ditch attempt to infuse some iota of story line into this paralyzed prose piece, quickly alludes to Billy's frantic cover-up attempts, followed by a lyrical, touching, and beautifully written passage, wherein Billy is reconciled with his father (thus resolving the subliminal Freudian conflicts obvious to any astute reader) and a final exciting police chase scene during which Billy is accidentally shot and killed by a panicky rookie policeman who is coincidentally named Billy. This sentence, although basically in complete sympathy with the laudable efforts of the preceding action-packed sentence, reminds the reader that such allusions to a story that doesn't, in fact, yet exist are no substitute for the real thing and therefore will not get the author (indolent goof-off that he is) off the proverbial hook.

Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph. Paragraph.

The purpose. Of this paragraph. Is to apologize. For its gratuitous use. Of. Sentence fragments. Sorry.

The purpose of this sentence is to apologize for the pointless and silly adolescent games indulged in by the preceding two paragraphs, and to express regret on the part of us, the more mature sentences, that the entire tone of this story is such that it can't seem to communicate a simple, albeit sordid, scenario.

This sentence wishes to apologize for all the needless apologies found in this story (this one included), which, although placed here ostensibly for the benefit of the more vexed readers, merely delay in a maddeningly recursive way the continuation of the by-now nearly forgotten story line.

This sentence is bursting at the punctuation marks with news of the dire import of self-reference as applied to sentences, a practice that could prove to be a veritable Pandora's box of potential havoc, for if a sentence can refer or allude to itself, why not a lowly subordinate clause, perhaps this very clause? Or this sentence fragment? Or three words? Two words? One?

Perhaps it is appropriate that this sentence gently and with no trace of condescension remind us that these are indeed difficult and uncertain times and that in general people just aren't nice enough to each other, and perhaps we, whether sentient human beings or sentient sentences, should just try harder. I mean, there is such a thing as free will, there has to be, and this sentence is proof of it! Neither this sentence nor you, the reader, is completely helpless in the face of all the pitiless forces at work in the universe. We should stand our ground, face facts, take Mother Nature by the throat and just try harder. By the throat. Harder. Harder, harder.

Sorry.

This is the title of this story, which is also found several times in the story itself.

This is the last sentence of the story. This is the last sentence of the story. This is the last sentence of the story. This is.

Sorry.

I present to you the new danger...

DiHydrogen Monoxide

P.S: Thanks Eugene. :P

Trash Talk?

Best Blonde Joke EVER!

It really cracks me up!

Evolution of Programmers

Evolution of Programmers

Warning. If you have no programming background, the page is liable to give you blinding headaches. If you know programming, it's liable to kill you. But you'll die laughing.

Now we know...

Where those emails come from

Desaru Pics!

Huifang and Remi on the ferry





Teng Huat getting comfortable





Sid happy to finally get something to eat





Yihao on the ferry





Gathering of unicyclist





Pool by the resort





Side of the deep valley for flying fox





Remi





Top of the hill





Balancing beam





End of flying fox. Sid was a chicken and walked down.





Sid and Yihao





Obstacle course we encountered





More muddy wheels





Huifang and Remi





Muddy me





Muddy Wheel

Desaru!

Off to Desaru for the weekend for some fun! Woo~!

Love sleeping late?

Sleep first, Work later

...

Lecturer Quotes

Remember some interesting sentence that your lecturer used? Something that made you laugh?

Here's a whole bunch of them.

"On the same day I proposed to my wife, I said to her: 'The derivative of my love for you is zero.'" - Dr. Sid Kolpas, Calculus

Found on some webpage

A smiley says a thousand words
:-)
*** Arendra has quit IRC (Excess Flood)

Words of wisdom, IRC style

How does it work?!?!?

Card Trick

Found out why...

Note: Spoiler below. Highlight to see.

All the cards that you can choose are not there anymore. The cards shown are different. Ergo, whatever card you pick, will not be there.

WTF?

HITMAN!

Bread is dangerous

Proof!

My ear operation!

1 cyst.
5 stiches.
Thank you for anesthetic. 

Internet history

made funny

Don't smoke

Smoke kills

Probably going to offend A LOT of people, but what the heck.

Congrats to Jing Xian!

For your gold in the triatholon in the SEA games. Nice one!

Test your vocabulary!

Test

My highscore : 510. Thor, I know you just going to try to beat that. Bring it on. I've got obsessive complusive disorder. Be warned.

Confirmed - Eugene is gay!

Crush Calculator

You just know you want to try it.

Learn to communicate!

Reply without anger -

:)

Yes, I admit I'm childish.

You Are 17 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Girls = Evil. :P

I feel like a rabbit at the momment.

Rabbit suicides

Imagine doing that to all your modules.

Kung Fu Fuck You.

Warning rude gestures all round.

Worst place to study in Bedok.

It has got to be the Burger King in Bedok central next to the Cash Converter.
Why?

• The toilet is spoilt
• There is a repetitive music played in the backgroud that is extremely irritating and distracting
• Temptation to binge is high
• Need to use toilet is high due to excessive eating and drinking
• Did I mention the toilet was spoilt?

End result?
Only person studying there was me...

Macdonald's gets a close second due to the song that's repeated every 10 mins. Yes the song that goes "Maia hii Maia hoo Maia haa Maia haa haa!"

Promotional video for UNICON 13

PR-Film

Do not try most of the things at home..

Procastinate!

Studying getting to you?

Then procastinate!

Disclaimer: You will very likely fail you exams due to not studying if you click that link. I do not bear any responsibility for that.

Damm you Eugene!

Since Eugene decided to post stupid songs with infectious lyrics, I decided to return the favour.

Black Lace - Agadoo

Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple grind coffee
To the left to the right jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night sing with a hula melody

I met a hula mistress somewhere in Waikiki
Where she was selling pineapple playing ukulele
And when I went to the girl come on and teach me to sway
She laughed and whispered to me yes come tonight to the bay

The lovely beach and the sky
The moon of Hawaii
The rum calypso sarong
We'll all be singing this song

Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple grind coffee
To the left to the right jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night sing with a hula melody

Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple grind coffee
To the left to the right jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night sing with a hula melody

Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple grind coffee
To the left to the right jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night sing with a hula melody

Then down on the shore
They gather romance
She showed me much more
Not only to dance

Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple grind coffee
To the left to the right jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night sing with a hula melody

Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple grind coffee
To the left to the right jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night sing with a hula melody

The lovely beach and the sky
The moon of Hawaii
The rum calypso sarong
We'll all be singing this song

Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple grind coffee
To the left to the right jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night sing with a hula melody

Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple grind coffee
To the left to the right jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night sing with a hula melody

Agadoo doo doo push pineapple shake the tree
Agadoo doo doo push pineapple grind coffee
To the left to the right jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night sing with a hula melody

I dare you to not sing the chorus after that. :P

More FM.. I should stop...

Not going to happen in real life.. Too bad..

Guys only.

Found on a certain toilet door in a certain institute of higher learning in Singapore.
Note the tape on the bottom sticker.

Contradiction?

Saw this conmercial on TV proclaiming the wonders of "modern TCM".

TCM stands for traditional chinese medicine. So what's so modern about it?

Contradiction?

More lame MSN

Show's how exam stress is catching up on everyone.

Saving Face

No, this post is not about how I'm starting to get outbreaks after finishing my anti-biotic course.

Instead it's about a movie! One that I caught over the weekend and I absolutely loved it.

It had a rather nice plot, and one of the biggest and most complicated relationships I've witnessed. It's set in a American-Chinese locale and according to a review, would not have worked in any other setting. It's showcases the typical mindset of a close knit Chinese society bound by strict ethics and ethos.

[spoilers ahead!]

Now back to the relationship. There's this high flying girl who's been brought up in above mentioned society. You can see that she's more American then Chinese already. Although she manages a smattering of Chinese, her English is flawless. And guess what! She's a lesbian. And falls in love with another girl, who happens to be her bosses' daughter.

And if that's not all, her mother turns up at her doorstep crying one night. And she's pregnant and refuses to tell who the father is. The main character's grandparents of course throw a fit and in the process throw her mother out of the family. It's like clearing the rubbish, you throw everything out at once to save the trouble.

Her mother goes through what can only be mildly termed as a mid-life crisis while she herself has to deal with juggling her work and keeping her dancer lover happy. Her mother then tries to set her up with guys while she does the same thing in return.

Hilarity and touching moments occur and you get your requisite happy ending, which everyone seems to like.

[End spoilers]

If you want to know more of what happened, catch the movie. It's definately better then some of the rubbish that's showing in the cimenas at the moment.

Special Post

Tutor said this on 27 October 2005:

In America, they call this a special item. In Singapore, they call it an especialnal (exceptional) item. Please do not get confused. (Yah, right.)

The good old days

Just testing the new Picasa's send to Blogger function and decided to post this photo. Guys, we got to meet up after exams! 

More meaningless MSN chatter

raymond: how to kill yourself with a chicken drumstick. says:

we can camp at SOC lvl 8 and get a ton of free waste papers

YuaNWA : Dustbin Dude is seeing the bright side of life. says:

errr. so we can plot how to take over the world by writing everything down?

Mistake of life

Why bother studying...

Update on my life

Finished my anti-biotic course. My 2 month course which took me more then 2 months to finish. Meaning I did not eat everything on time and skipped it here and there.

And thus my mutation into Anti-Biotic Man seems complete. Wonder how long it will last.

Got a belated birthday present for myself. A finished CS3266 project sitting on my lap. Although I had to sweat blood to get it done myself, it's finally over.

Well 2 more projects to go. And a shit load of stuff to study. Bleh.

Pointless comment thread

Found on Eugene's Blog. I want money for helping you advertise Eugene!

CrazyUnicyclist said...
I never said Arts Graduates become burger flippers! I'll sue your pants off!

11:52 AM


Eugene said...
I never say you say hor. I'll countersue your butt off!

3:59 PM


CrazyUnicyclist said...
I never say you accuse me hor. I'll counter-counter sue your butt-hole off.

12:00 AM


Eugene said...
I never say you say I say hor. I'll counter-counter sue the hair of your butt-hole off!

3:43 AM


CrazyUnicyclist said...
I never say you say I say you say hor. I'll counter-counter-counter sue the follicles of the hair of your butt-hole off!

12:47 PM


Eugene said...
Ah ha! Foliicles are the same as hair cells! Gotcha!

But just in case:
I never say you say I say you say I say hor! I'll counter-counter-counter-counter sue the lice of your hair of your butt-hole off!

7:45 PM


CrazyUnicyclist said...
fol·li·cle Audio pronunciation of "follicles" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (fl-kl)
n.

1. Anatomy.
1. A small bodily cavity or sac.
2. A crypt or minute cul-de-sac or lacuna, such as the depression in the skin from which the hair emerges.
3. An ovarian follicle.
4. A spherical mass of cells usually containing a cavity.
2. Botany. A dry, single-chambered fruit that splits along only one seam to release its seeds, as in larkspur and milkweed.

Is it? It refers to the hole from which the hair comes out from. Gotcha X 2!

But anyway, to continue this pointless debate:
I never say you say I say you say I say you say I say hor! I'll counter-counter-counter-counter sue the hair of your lice of the hair of your butt-hole off!

8:52 PM


Yi Han said...
wah liao... this is never ending..

1:11 AM


Eugene said...
Damn! You may win it now, ONEWHEEL, but I will have my revenge one day! *cue cliche villain background music*

3:37 AM


CrazyUnicyclist said...
Note to eugene.

Villians always say that. And what happens? They get their arse-hole kicked off them. Or would you prefer sued?

Which Villian are you?

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Having a bad day?

THE NEXT TIME YOU THINK YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DAY:

Fire authorities in California found a corpse in a burned out section of
forest while assessing the damage done by a forest fire. The deceased male
was dressed in a full wet suit, complete with scuba tanks on his back,
flippers, and facemask. A post-mortem revealed that the person died not from
burns, but from massive internal injuries.

Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set
about to determine how a fully clad diver ended up in the middle of a forest
fire. It was revealed that on the day of the fire, the person went for a
diving trip off the coast some 20 miles from the forest. The firefighters,
seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, called in a fleet of
helicopters with very large dip buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean and
then flown to the forest fire and emptied.

You guessed it. One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the
Pacific, the next he was doing the breaststroke in a fire dip bucket 300
feet in the air. Apparently he extinguished exactly 5'10" of the
fire. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

STILL THINK YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DAY?

A man was working on his motorcycle on his patio and his wife was in the
kitchen. The man was racing the engine on the motorcycle when it
accidentally slipped into gear. The man, still holding onto the
handlebars, was dragged through the glass patio doors and along with the
motorcycle dumped onto the floor inside the house. The wife, hearing the
crash, ran into the dining room and found her husband lying on the floor,
cut and bleeding, the motorcycle lying next to him, and the shattered patio
door.

The wife ran to the phone and summoned the ambulance. Because they lived
on a fairly large hill, the wife went down the several flights of stairs to
the street to escort the paramedics to her husband. After the ambulance
arrived and transported the man to the hospital, the wife
uprighted the motorcycle and pushed it outside.

Seeing that gas was spilled on the floor, the wife got some paper towels,
blotted up the gasoline, and threw the towels in the toilet. The man was
treated and released to come home. Upon arriving home, he looked at the
shattered patio door and the damage done to his motorcycle. He became
despondent, went to the bathroom, sat down on the
toilet and smoked a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette, he flipped
it between his legs into the toilet bowl while seated. The wife, who was
in the kitchen, heard the loud explosion and her husband screaming. She
ran into the bathroom and found her husband lying on the floor. His trousers
had been blown away and he was suffering burns on the buttocks, the back of
his legs, and his groin.

The wife again ran to the phone to call the ambulance. The very same
paramedic crew was dispatched and the wife met them at the street. The
paramedics loaded the husband onto the stretcher and began carrying him to
the street.

While they were going down the stairs to the street accompanied by the
wife, one of the paramedics asked the wife how the husband had burned
himself. She told them and the paramedics started laughing so hard, one of
them slipped and tipped the stretcher, dumping the husband out. He fell down
the remaining stairs and broke his arm.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

STILL HAVING A BAD DAY?

Just remember, it could be worse.....


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Iraqi terrorist, Khay Rahnajet, didn't pay enough postage on a letter bomb.
It came back with "return to sender" stamped on it. Forgetting it was the
bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits.

Your day's not so bad, is it?

------------------------------------------------------------------------

The next time you're having a bad day, imagine this:

You're a Siamese twin.

Your brother, attached at your shoulder, is gay.

You're not.

He has a date coming over today.

But you have the only ass.

Feel better now?

MacDonald's Happy Meal Toys

I have this theory that I came up with while eating at Macdonalds. They had this big TV constantly bombarding consumers with advertising and such.

One of the advertisements happened to be about Happy Meal Toys, in the case, a collaboration with Play-Doh. The "action figure" when inserted with Play Doh would then churn out fries and burgers.

Well, parents always want their kids to be something. They aspire for their kid to be the next Prime Minister, Superstar or *insert random occupation which earns lots of money so the parents can go on round the world tours every year*

So what do these anxious parents do? They try to imprint this aspirations into the child at a young age via toys. Plastic mobile phones for the future business manager, stethoscopes for the young doctor.

So as you can see, this is a glorious plan by Macdonalds to churn out future burger flippers, french fry fries and Arts degree holders (:P sorry, just couldn't resist it.) The child on eating Macdonalds happy meals and playing with toys that make burgers, happily decide there and then that they will flip burgers in the future!

A superb plan by Macdonalds to err... help support the local economy and give more jobs to the people!

Comments at the back of empty Happy Meal boxes.

Part 2 of Jose Mourinho

Clicky

Diary of a Chinese High Boy

Tounge in cheek of course.

Like that stupid infernal rabbit, I just keep on going.. 

le parkour

Extreme Running

Top 10 most rediculous inventions of the future

Clicky

Words of Wisdom

DON'T waste money on expensive ipods. Simply think of your favourite tune and hum it. If you want to "switch tracks", simply think of another song you like and hum that instead.

RAPPERS: Avoid having to say 'know what I'm sayin' all the time by actually speaking clearly in the first place.

DON'T waste money on expensive paper shredders to avoid having your identity stolen. Simply place a few dog turds in the bin bags along with your old bank statements.

WORRIED that your teeth will be stained after a heavy night drinking red wine? Simply drink a bottle of white wine before going to bed to remove the stains.

MURDERERS: Need to dispose of a body? Simply parcel it up and post it to yourself via DHL. You will never see it again.

EMPLOYERS: Avoid hiring unlucky people by immediately tossing half the CVs into the bin.

MEN: When listening to your favourite CD, simply turn up the sound to the volume you desire; then turn it down three notches. This will save your wife from having to do it.

GAMBLERS: For a new gambling opportunity, try sending #50 to yourself by Royal Mail.

BANGING: two pistachio nutshells together gives the impression that a very small horse is approaching.

BLIND PEOPLE: Give yourself at least a chance of seeing something by not wearing heavy dark glasses all the time.

ALCOHOL: makes an ideal substitute for happiness.

DRIVERS: If a car breaks down or stalls in front of you, beep your horn and wave your arms frantically. This should help the car start and send them on their way.

PREVENT burglars stealing everything in the house by simply moving everything in the house into your bedroom when you go to bed. In the morning, simply move it all back again.

CAR thieves: Don't be discouraged when nothing is on view. All the valuables may be hidden in the glove box or under a seat.

DEPRESSED people: Instead of attempting suicide as a 'cry for help', simply shout 'Help!' thus saving money on paracetamol, etc.

MOTORISTS: Avoid getting prosecuted for using your phone whilst driving. Simply pop your mobile inside a large shell and the police will think you are listening to the sea.

JEREMY Beadle: When selling DVDs on your TV advert, hold the disks in your bigger hand so that they do not appear to be the size of laser disks.

SHOES last twice as long if only worn every other day.

SINGLE men: Convince people that you have a girlfriend by standing outside Etam with several bags of shopping, looking at your watch and occasionally glancing inside.

BOIL an egg to perfection without costly egg timers by popping the egg into boiling water and driving away from your home at exactly 60 mph. After 3 miles, phone your wife and tell her to take the egg out the pan.

ALCOHOLICS: don't worry where the next drink is coming from. Go to the pub, where a large selection is available at retail prices.

McDONALD'S: Make your brown carrier bags green in colour so they blend in with the countryside after they've been thrown out of car windows.

Languages

Some people think that Japanese is pretty difficult to learn with it's various innotations and inflections to reflect the status of the person being addressed.

Others think it's Chinese with it's thousands of characters.

Some swear that sign languague is pretty difficult.

I can only say the language of Statistics and Probabilty is the most horrible...

I am not obsessive compulsive!

Talking cock on MSN.

YuaNWA : Dustbin Dude is happy! says:
pimples are a bacterial infection of the sweat gland
YuaNWA : Dustbin Dude is happy! says:
they occur when dirt gets in the glands or there is an excessive build up of oil in it
YuaNWA : Dustbin Dude is happy! says:
so to prevent pimple, surgically remove all sweat glands and release heat by panting like a god
YuaNWA : Dustbin Dude is happy! says:
i mean dog

23 years and counting

Yup. One year older again and nothing much to show for it.

Thanks to all the people who remembered, it was touching to receive greetings from people you thought would not remember.

Review of "Be With Me"

Captured what I felt about the film perfectly. I admit it, I cried during the film, specifically when the shopkeeper relieved his wife of her suffering.

Review

In another of our many expeditions in seach of the culturally noteworthy, The High Levels took to the cinema today to catch the new Eric Khoo film. In customary High Level fashion, we barely got to the cinema on time, what with The Heat getting detained by respective winsome ladies at the ticketing booth and popcorn counter, who suddenly found themselves perspiring profusely for no reason. Word had it that there was going to be some girl on girl action in the film. And if there was to be, the public may be certain that The High Levels would be there digest it from the intellectual and artistic perspective.

Be With Me was not a very good film in the way that Top Gun was a good film. There was no sex, no good music to hum along to, and no explosions captured in jaw-dropping slow-motion. The narrative fleshed out the lives of five or six (we forget) different individuals, and attempted to intertwine them in a way reminiscent of Paul Thomas Anderson's Magnolia. One or two threads could have been dispensed with altogether. The love between the lesbian couple was, as Rockson would have put it, 'a bit extra'. The film tried to pull one within the emotional intensity of the relationship by inserting lovely little piano/violin duets at critical courtship moments. Yet the outcome of that relationship (as well as its emotional impact) on the audience was dulled, outweighed, and completely trivialised but the other narrative threads. Still, it must be said (we insist) that both actresses photograph splendidly.

Yet aside from the aforementioned technicality, Be With Me is an extraordinary film about loneliness and suffering; on love and its absence. It limps along, then suddenly, and without warning, goes and breaks your heart. Several of the scenes commanded unspeakable emotional power, reducing The High Levels to sustained bouts of restrained weeping, as well as all manner of uncivilised snivelling. The old shopkeeper put in a Masterclass performace, establishing himself as the emotional pivot of the film. It is from him that the meaning of the film emanates, and it is for him that all tears are shed. The scene in the shophouse where he imagines seeing/not seeing his dead wife had tRYATHLETE closing his eyes in the theater's darkness, unwilling to take any more punishment. The point where the audience observes their hands clasp over her mouth as he plants a desolate kiss on her forehead, sent the entire HL crew into visible and audible convulsions. By the time he wept in the blind and deaf woman's arms, the entire cinema was wracked with grief (save for the few who found the blind and deaf woman's speech amusing, and the same people who found the foiled suicide of the jilted lesbian hilarious).

The values of the film, in its evocation of human dignity, courage, estrangement and love left the High Levels humbled. It painstakingly strips away all that is material, forcing us to look at humanity at its most fundamental levels of naked emotion. The film takes us to a place where the meaning of love embeds itself within watercress soup and steamed rice; where love finds itself destroyed, and in turn destroys those who loved through grief. A place where all that remains of love is its remembrance. It is a place where people eat only in order that they may go on loving.

You have it on good authority. Be With Me is the moment of local cinema.

Secret Chelski dressing room recording

Clicky

Singapore - Hong Kong

The Hong Kong Unicycle Hockey team is coming over to Singapore for a friendly match with, you guess it, us, the Singapore Unicyclist.

It's on the 25 September 2005. 10:30am. Singapore Polytechnic Hockey Court, just beside the stadium. So if anyone is free, do come down to support us. Entrance is free. :P

EDIT: It's been changed to 10:30 instead of 11am.

Food for thought

Pun not intended.

Hell Week

The army is where boys become men, and hell week is where men become frogmen. Or so says the Naval Diving Unit (NDU).

It's where one goes through one week of physical and mental exertions with sleep deprevation thrown in for good measure.

They say it's the toughest thing that a human can go through without actually going through hell.

I beg to differ, I'm going through day 1 of my own personal hell week now.

How so? It's the mid-term break for NUS now. Some people like to think of it as a "holiday", especially those naive freshmen. Well, after 2 years in university, one tends to know better. The start of mid-term break signals the start of 1 week of sleep deprevation, mental and physical tourture!

You attend project meetings all day and then at night, you sit in front of your workdesk, rushing more reports and projects and tutorials and catching up with lectures. All the way till the middle of the night. Falling into a fitful sleep, you dream of books and lecture notes chasing you, only to wake in a flurry of flying notes that you have thrown. Morning bekons and the cycle starts all over again.

I'm only in day 1 and it feels like an both an eternity and an instant.

How am I too survive?

* looks around for moral support *

Grow Cube!

There was Grow and then Grow RPG and now :
Grow Cube!

Spoiler:

person, water, trees, pot, tube, fire, tree, bone, spring, ball.

Wishlist

Well the time of the year where I celebrate wearing my first suit is coming again and hence I have decided to compile a wishlist *hint*hint*

I'll add it to the sidebar soon.

Wishlist:

• Liverpool Jersy (Home/Away/Champions League)
• Coker (or any other 36" unicycles)
• Gloves
• Helmet
• CS3266 project all done
• Less stress
• PDA

Wonder what's next.

September 11

That time of the year has come again.
RIP victims of 9/11.

Update

Since only one person commented for the poll of whether to retake my IPPT, I have decided to declare it null and void on the grounds that the person who posted the comment was of an unsound mind at the momment of typing.

Also taking a cue from a friend, I would like to say something about what you don't hear during lectures.

Lecturer: "And so from here you will see that it is so..."

Hundreds of students scream silently: "FU*K! BUT I DON'T SEE IT!"

Like horror?

This is for you.

I however admit I'm a pussy and I played this is bright day light with the sound turned to minimum. Bah.

Most expensive 4 cm

The most expensive 4 cm in my to date. $100 to be exact.

Why?

It was the difference between Silver and Pass in my IPPT test.

Results as follows:
Score Pts
Sit Up 40 5
Broad Jump 221cm 2 <--------This bloody station. I needed 225cm for silver.
Chin Up 8 3
Shuttle Run 9.7s 5
2.4km 11.33min 3

You get $200 for Silver and $100 for pass. Because of that bloody station I'm $100 poorer. Considering whether I should go take it another time and try to get silver. Is the extra $100 worth it?

Answers on the back of IPPT result slips.

Results of comments so far:

Yes - 1
No - 0

Will update as more people who can be bothered to comment, comment.

I found someone lamer then me.

Lame guy.

Liew I should try to outdo him in the photos.