LEE ZHAN WEI Fri 08 Feb 2008 20:43 Situation : I saw alot of gangsters loitering at 85 market. Those people were smoking and cursing loudly. I am aware that most of our students go to 85 market to eat, hence i think it is a threat to them. Suggestion: I think the school should talk to the gangsters and say that this is Anglican School turf
LEE ZHAN WEI Wed 26 Sep 2007 20:30 Situation I love to bath in school becuz the school is a very hot enviroment, and i cannot stand the hot weatherso i think showerheads should be installed in toilets so that we people can shower during recess or after school so if there is any cca in school you will feel super super energized we need alot energy to do ccas because we need to put in 100% but if we dont shower we could not maximize our potential if you sticky sticky very yucky how do things with any concentration reports show that showers can energize a person 50% so if you could also extend our recess for us to shower it would be supersuper great as i love to shower and i believe most of us like to shower remember that showering is good for health and for energy and showering makes us spanking clean and shower off the stink so we would not stink the whole classroom i believe that our school should install showerheads in ALL toilets thank you for your correspondence ps sorry very much for my writing very lousy my keyboard a little bit spoiled cannot punch in punctuation mark veryvery sorry if this confuse you sorry very much Suggestion: so i think showerheads should be installed in toilets so that we people can shower during recess or after school so if there is any cca in school you will feel super super energized, we need alot energy to do ccas because we need to put in 100% but if we dont shower we could not maximize our potential if you sticky sticky very yucky how do things with any concentration reports show that showers can energize a person 50% so if you could also extend our recess for us to shower it would be supersuper great as i love to shower and i believe most of us like to shower remember that showering is good for health and for energy and showering makes us spanking clean and shower off the stink so we would not stink the whole classroom i believe that our school should install showerheads in ALL toilets thank you for your correspondence
First up, here's the Kumuri Uta music video. The song is really.. it just touches you. I highly recommend listening to it repeatedly at the newly-built Terminal 3. I had it on repeat for the whole time and the music just fills you. I especially like the part where they alter her voice with some swanky technology, it really ups the tender quality of the song. This is perhaps partly due to the chilling air-conditioning they have there. Overall, a nice place, though a few itty-gritty bits could be improved on. Particularly, the food court and the scenery. The mainstay eating place there is yet another Kopitiam, which is yet another impact of globalisation, which is yet another factor that rings the cash register. The food there doesn't work, really it doesn't, and the prices are steeper than a gradient of 1000 plotted on a piece of generic brand graph paper. I got this "asian style barbeque" chicken leg with rice for along the lines of 7 dollars, which is frankly quite a large amount of money. One day, I shall attain the nirvana that is wealth and buy over Terminal 3 from the government, converting the Kopitiam to a toilet in the process. But for now, I have blown all my hongbao money and it's time to face up to the reality of things. The last few dollars went toward an Ayaka album, and it's a real good buy considering her vocal standards. Her songs are all meticulously produced to ensure clarity and of course, great music. Still, Yui can whoop her any day, because Yui owns, and people who own... well, just own.
After the dinner, I was dragged along to one of the upper floors to send a relative of mine off. Amid teary goodbyes and the like, I sneaked off to take a walk around the terminal. Man, there is this Blush! next to an eatery christened "Dian Xiao Er". The customers there can bask in the experience of dining in a rustic Chinese inn setup, and take in the wonderful scenery that surrounds them, comprising of bamboo poles, more bamboo poles and mannequins in lacy black brassieres. I've always thought of Blush! as inferior compared to other.. alternatives, and this still holds true. Want to know why? I suggest you pay them a visit. There's one located at Tampines Mall, on the second floor. A word of advice, always be accompanied by one of the opposite gender before deigning to descend into the realm of numbers and alphabets. Going in alone is like running into a MRT station brandishing a knife, you'll get owned bad, and appear on the cover of tomorrow's Straits Times. I can picture it already.
"Man caught for trying to purchase female undergarments"
Not that I'd ever want to buy any. It's just an example. Really.
I'm bored now, and I am bored most of the time, so I guess I should write a story to pass the time. The character shall be a hardcore, go-getting ecchi fanatic. Let's begin.
Instance 1 : Swiping from Bamboo Poles Slowly, succinctly, he brought the pole out. The loose fibers grazed his wrists as he positioned them at a suitable angle to the target. Alas! It was held in place securely by a cloth peg. He cursed. Was he to be daunted by a mere peg? The pervertic nature that lay dormant in his genes suddenly awakened in his fit of rage, and his very vessel was consumed by the immense power. Raising a hand to the sky, he bellowed, "I have the POWAA!!". His eyes had changed. Spheres of burning passion enveloped his irises, all fueled by an unknown source. He felt.. strong. Clenching his hand into a fist and curling it backwards, he placed his weight onto his lead foot and threw a punch at the window grille. Nothing happened. He breathed. His respiratory system produced clearly audible gasps in the tense situation. Then, it happened. The grille shattered into pieces, as if it had been ionised by gamma radiation. A particularly large fragment of debris flew at the clothing peg, and knocked it loose. Ahha! Reaching for the trusty bamboo pole, he brought the target into his kitchen in a mere fraction of a second, a true testament to his honed skills. Grabbing it from the bamboo pole, he clutched his deserved prize, and brought it to his nose for a quick sniff. It was ecstasy in its purest form, and he couldn't resist the clutches of perverseness. The pleasant aroma had long soaked into the cloth from recent use, and by inhaling it he could picture its owner before him in a suggestive pose. He was intoxicated by it, and had no intention to stop.
This is only the beginning of what is to come, but we shall end here for today while I think of more situations to put him into.
I had initially wanted to post the essay that I had written for the common test here, but after receiving the marks for it, I won't do it for now. The reason being that it attaining 22 marks out of a possible 30 really bugs me. I shall review it and post it another day, spicing it up a little in the process. Mohan criticised the essay for being overly cynical when she was handing it out the other day, and this surprised me. The story wasn't that deep; it was rather easy to understand, and it's realistic. Proof of this lie among the various lorongs of Geylang. Damn, this is fubar.
I'm trying to learn Mahjong by playing on viwawa.com. Right now, I feel fubar. I had amassed a potential Dai Sen Gan(Da San Yuan) hand just now and was in Tenpai waiting for a Dong(East) tile. That would get me like 10 tai or something like that, which would allow me to purchase new items for my avatar there. Then, this son of a bitch tsumoed(self-picked) a tile and won with a 3 tai hand, the miniumum requirement to game. WTF LAR! Following that, I didn't win for a while until I played a particular game with Looly inside as well. I had poned(tiles in 3 of a kind) all my tiles and was waiting for a zhong(red dragon). Then, I tsumoed it. SONG BO. 7 tai win you know. What a good feeling man.
On a sidenote, I currently hold a sense of failure in my heart. The reason? Results, of course. When I got back my termly report, I was stunned. Stunned like I had been targeted with a storm bolt or something like that. If my calculations had gone the way I wanted them to, I would have gotten 8 points. The disgusting L1R5 on the paper was 11, and I felt that I had failed. The tests that I had studied for, albeit in a rather slack fashion, were overidden by nonsense such as Geography scrapbooks and misreading of questions. The perfect scenario was ruined when Mohan did not want to take the lastest common test into account, our dear Geography teacher grading my scrapbook a B4, which effectively brought my Geography down to a B3, and the rubbish Chemistry question that I misinterpreted, and as a result lost a grade for. I have to work extra hard now, to get that dream L1R5 of 8-9 for mid-years. And even then, that's not enough. I plan on getting 6 for the O' Levels, one way or another. It's more a matter of pride than anything else, if you get my meaning. Being average is like failing, and failing is like suicide. Having this mentality somehow seems to motivate me more than pep talks on our T-scores by ignorant principals. Yes, the feeling is back. I feel it already. Long time no see, now let's own.
In light of the recent spate of terrorist prison breaks, I have decided to write my first ever guide. To make things clear, this is my first of such work, so it might be patches here and there that need filling. Ok, ekuzou!
The basics of offence lie in a solid defence, and what better way to protect yourselves against terrorists than by getting to know them better? Terrorists are defined as extremist revolutionaries who kill indiscrimately, and are proficient in the use of firearms. We shall dwelve into the different aspects of terrorism in later posts, but for today our focus will be directed solely on weapons.
Melee Weapons Terrorists prefer to fight from behind crates, picking off weak citizens with one-hit kills. However, reports have shown that they are deadly at close range too. It is rumoured that all terrorists are proficient in the art of Karathai, a fusion of both Karate and Muay Thai fighting styles. This makes it difficult to overpower them unless you are like He-Man and can summon the powers of Castle Greyskull to your aid. While dangerous, it is not neccessarily that significant of a threat.
Danger Level : 3/10
Suicide Bombers The bread and butter of terrorism, and is mostly used in third-world countries for stealth operations. Effortlessly blending in with the public, a terrorist is able to pass off as a normal citizen. Then, when a button is pressed, he goes boom like a techies. It causes large area of effect damage when activated, at the cost of a human life. However, it may pose a threat as innocent civilians may be blown up in the course of the explosion.
Danger Level : 6.5/10
C-4s One of the trademark weapons of the terrorists, the C-4 is a tactical bomb that activates after its timer has run out. One pack of C-4 is normally sufficient to take down a four-storey building. Terrorists have been spotted using these to great effect in the PC shooter, Counter-strike. It can easily be disarmed by a defusal kit though.
Danger Level: 5/10
AK-47s The ultimate weapon in the terrorists' arsenal. It has been said that an Iraqi with an AK-47 has roughly the same destructive power as a big bang. This seems to be true, since the Iraqis are amazingly accurate with these guns. Boom, headshot!
Atashi shitte iru anata wa kakushiteru Kowarete shimaisou mitsumerareru tabi ni Kokoro atari kurai wa aru deshou? Sakki kara waratte bakari da ne Kanashii kimochi ga tokidoki afureteta no yo Shinjite iru tsumori na noni Doushite hito wa kotoba wo motta no darou? Kokoro ga mienikuku naru Ate mo naku aruita tabibito ga mitsukeru mono ni Ima no atashi mo niteru anmari fukaoi mo dekinai Kitto mimachigaetetan deshou? Dattara sou datte motto tsuyoku itte Kanashii kimochi ga tokidoki afureteta no yo Shinjite iru tsumori na noni Doushite anata wo utagatterun darou? Dare yori mo taisetsu dakara Kowakute tama ni kurushiku naru keredo Shinjite iru ima datte zutto Doushite hito wa kotoba wo motta no darou? Kokoro ga mienikuku naru
I know you’re hiding something Every time I look at you, you look like you’re going to fall apart You must have a heart, right? All you’ve done lately is laugh Sometimes I’ve been overwhelemed by sadness Though I thought I trusted you Why do people have words? They make our hearts harder to see At the moment I’m like something a traveller finds as they wander aimlessly I can’t even chase you too far You must have mistaken me for someone else In that case, say it more strongly Sometimes I’ve been overwhelemed by sadness Though I thought I trusted you Why am I doubting you? You mean more to me than anyone else I’m scared, and sometimes things get tough But I’ll trust you from now until forever Why do people have words? They make our hearts harder to see
I think this is a really beautiful song.
This is good too; it has to be since it was used as an opening for Bleach.
AN intense manhunt is under way today for the alleged leader of the Jemaah Islamiah militant network in Singapore following his escape from custody.
Mas Selamat bin Kastari, who was accused of planning to hijack a plane and crash it into Changi Airport in Singapore, escaped yesterday from the Whitley Road Detention Centre, the home affairs ministry said.
"We confirm that he has not been captured as yet," a spokeswoman said. The ministry said Kastari walks with a limp and was not known to be armed.
The Straits Times reported that thousands of police were assigned to the manhunt but Home Affairs said it could not provide numbers.
Dozens of paramilitary Nepalese Gurkhas from a special Singapore Police contingent were deployed every few metres along roads surrounding the detention centre, near the upscale Raffles Town Club, late yesterday.
The Whitley Road facility holds prisoners detained by the Internal Security Department.
Despite its compact size and high population density, Singapore has thickly forested nature reserves and water catchment areas that can provide escape routes and hiding places for a fugitive.
The ministry announced in June 2006 that Kastari and four other JI members had been detained under the Internal Security Act, which allows for detention without trial.
Kastari was arrested by Indonesian authorities in East Java in January that year before being handed over to Singapore.
Authorities have blamed JI for a string of attacks across the region, including the 2002 bombings in the Indonesian resort island of Bali, which killed 202 people, including 88 Australians.
Singapore, a staunch US ally, says it is a top target for extremists.
Officials have said extremists planned to attack a bus carrying Americans to a subway station in 2001, but authorities foiled that attack by arresting 15 people including members of JI.
A terrorist has escaped from jail, and the finger of death should be pointed at none another than the errant force that claims to police Singapore, keeping it safe from nutters who like to play with bombs. If you have read the article, there seems to be loopholes all over the thing. Let's liken this JI leader to Saddam. Did Saddam escape? Did he manage to sneak out from a supposedly high-security dentention facility? No. He was killed viciously by white supremacists, an end he deserved for being bearded since all bearded people have evil intentions. Don't believe me? Look at Osama and the Big Show.
Many eyebrows have been raised since the escape of the terrorist, and thus we have a few questions to ask. How did he do it? How did he even get the chance to be alone for even 5 seconds under police dentention? Was he allowed to visit the toilet without an escort? And even so, how did he run out of the facility without anyone's notice? We suspect a conspiracy is at foot, and we intend to expose it at all costs. Starting from tomorrow, an anonymous task force will undertake the re-capturing of the JI man. It will become famous, and at the same time receive millions of dollars for its efforts in keeping the country safe. He can run, but he sure as hell can't hide.
Tobidashita SUNIIKAA Hito no nami ni sakarau you ni Aruita Can I come back? Dousureba yokatta darou?
Hanayaka na machinami datte Shinde yuku kaerimichi Crazy passion/Easy action Uke tomete hoshi katta no ni
Namida no Merry.Go.Round kagayaki ni tomadou I’m just a baby Oh! mind
Sayonara Merry.Go.Round aijou ga kara mawari shita feeling is the Merry.Go.Round
Tachidomaru kousaten Furimuke nai no kitaishite iru Yasashi sa ni Can I come back? Yudaneru koto ga dekinai
SHIGUNARU ga ao ni kawatte Watashi wa mata aruki dasu Doushita no? Is this all? Oikakete hoshi katta no ni
Namida no Merry.Go.Round kagayaki ni tomadou I’m just a baby Oh! Mind
Sayonara Merry.Go.Round aijou ga kara mawari shita feeling is the Merry.Go.Round
Namida no Merry.Go.Round kanashimi ga tomara nai I’m just a baby Oh! Mind
Sayonara Merry.Go.Round kesa naide sou negau dake feeling is the Merry.Go.Round
One Yui song a post is gradually becoming the staple on this blog. What else did you expect? With the various depictions of Yui plastered all over the page, one could only come to conclude that the author must be a Yui-otaku. You're right, actually. I've taken a liking to the clean vocals of Yui, and the soothing feeling I get from a majority of her songs. Some of them are filled with rock chords though, and those are simply splendid in their own way. If you didn't already know, she's only 21. That's roughly the age when puberty's development in females is brought to an abrupt halt. I feel sad. Really I do. Yui stands at a dwarfish height of 156cm, and this gives her the impression of a adolescent. This is amplified to the power of two when she's holding one of her acoustic guitars. If only there was a way to reignite the growth hormones yet again. After a bout of intensive research, I have unearthed two solutions to this pressing matter at hand. The first, would be to pray and hope that a miracle happens. This coincidentally fails 100% of the time, so we shall skip to the alternative. Okay, it's hard to put this across, reasons being that this is a family-friendly blog and we do not encourage the explicit description of the male or the female anatomy here. Let's do this slowly.
1) Google Jolin Tsai's first album cover 2) Google her lastest album, Dancing Diva 3) Compare the difference. You should get a result of at least 10cm.
As I thought about it in my chair of divinity, my omnipotence presented me with a thought so provoking it was bathed in a hue of all the ecchi mangas I've ever read. Do we really want another Jolin Tsai? At this time, I was playing Deal or No Deal on my mobile, and the scrooge of a banker offered me a sum of 56 dollars. The answer was clear. It was like a message delivered from the Messiah himself. Digging out the Swiss bank book I had stashed under my bed at the time of my birth for rainy days such as this, I constructed a plan that transcended all boundaries of human comprehension. The fabric of this brainchild is one of the most complex theories that exist in this universe, possibly esclipsing the possible election of Obama. We are planning to raze all figure enhancement salons in Japan to the ground. And by we, I mean me and the seven split personalities that co-exist within the same body. Be warned, I am ecchi and dangerous. Lock your doors and secure your closets, you never know when I might appear. I'd also like to take this opportunity to warn you of my powers of teleportation. Have you watched Jumper? Yes, I can do that, and more. I can also use the Shadow Doppelganger Jutsu from Naruto and put into action a molesting spree in Orchard Road. But I wouldn't do that, because I'm a nice person, and we all know that nice people don't take zoomed pictures with their swanky 5-Megapixel camera phones as they're going up the escalator, with a pheromone-radiating female a few meters in front of your person. That's just immoral and perverted, traits that adhere to the character of the person who has been leaving his bras and panties behind at the base of the staircase coming down from my school. It's bad enough that they're repulsive in terms of aesthetics. If you want something classier, try La Senza Express at Tampines Mall. Mind you, I had the misfortune of entering it once due to situational difficulties, and it's something I'd never attempt to pull off again. Anyway, these bras differ from the norm because.. well, they're meant for the well-endowed. It induces vomit, because the only people who'd wear these are fat indians who've consumed too much ghee, not that I have anything against the jolly folks of Mumbai and Co.
I have really gone off topic here, but let's proceed to the ultimatum of this ingenious plan that's been nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize. I call it, "The Destruction of Silicone Valley". I hope you understand what silicone is. It's not the element from the periodic table. It's what Jean Yip uses for their treatments. By reading on, you pledge to partake in a revolutionary idea that will preserve the shape of humankind, literally speaking.
After packing the luggage, I will board my private plane for Japan. The reason for this is to evade security checks imposed by the government, and for that touch of sophisticacy. Upon arrival, I head into a public toilet to change into my ecchi personality. With the sheer boldness of this form, I'll experience Japan to the fullest. It's time to head for the peak hour train rush! Actually, we're not going anywhere near there, because it's a well-known fact that bullet trains are filled to the core with bullets that kill people. We will be heading for the Harajuku district of Japan, as it is considered the haven of revealing clothes, the epitome of ecchi. Another interesting fact to note would be the number of beauty parlours that litter the place around there. Remember, silicone is vulnerable to fire. That is why Jolin Tsai is banned from saunas. We shall draw first blood on the beauty parlours with the assault of fire! Upon decimation of the entire area, we shall return, not as revolutionaries, but heroes.
Of course, all great plans require ample preparation. That is why I'm going to bed now. Byebye.
It must have been during the free period of Chemistry, when I started to ponder. The milk that I had for breakfast probably contributed to this somehow, though I'm unsure of the exact magnitude. Okay so I was wondering, do only pregnant mammals produce milk? It was tugging at me so I decided to find out the truth the moment I got back. Typing in "pregnancy" and "milk" into the search function of Wikipedia, I was brought to the page on Lactation.
The following is credited to Wikipedia.
Lacctation describes the secretion of milk from the mammary glands, the process of providing that milk to the young, and the period of time that a mother lactates to feed her young. The process occurs in all female mammals, and in humans it is commonly referred to as breastfeeding or nursing. In most species milk comes out of the mother's nipples; however, the platypus (a non-placental mammal) releases milk through ducts in its abdomen. In only one species of mammal, the Dayak fruit bat, is milk production a normal male function. In some other mammals, the male may produce milk as the result of a hormone imbalance. This phenomenon may also be observed in newborn infants as well (for instance witch's milk).
Women who have never been pregnant are sometimes able to induce enough lactation to breastfeed. This is called "induced lactation". A woman who has breastfed before and re-starts is said to "relactate". If the nipples are consistently stimulated by a breast pump or actual suckling, the breasts will eventually begin to produce enough milk to begin feeding a baby. Once established, lactation adjusts to demand. This is how some adoptive mothers, usually beginning with a supplemental nursing system or some other form of supplementation, can breastfeed.[9] There is thought to be little or no difference in milk composition whether lactation is induced or a result of pregnancy. Rare accounts of male lactation (as distinct from galactorrhea) exist in the medical literature.
Some drugs, primarily atypical antipsychotics such as Risperdal, may cause lactation in both women and men. Also, some couples may use lactation for sexual purposes.
Ahha I have found the answer. Now that's out of the way, it's time for some A-Math revision. Chapter 9.2 and bed time, you know.
Good evening readers of Backdooring for the Greater Good. Have you heard of this joke? Actually, there shall be no jokes, since this is a matter of national importance that could very well topple the balance of nature, and is the equivalent of casting a finger of death at our precocious Yusof bin Ishaks. In view of the topic, we must keep the mood grim but conducive to work in. Now, let's do it.
Recently, the malicious overlords of the dark spawn have given the green light to begin the mass production of low-grade, high-returns calenders. It is of my belief that they have enlisted the assistance of famous local book company Popular Co. in the cultivation of these seeds of doom. They have chosen a messenger for each of the 44 clusters of independent musketeers. The mission? To spread life-threatening, soul-scarring propaganda to all who call the Earth their home. Unlike the propaganda that I have been unleashing on you, the congregation, for the past few days, this propaganda is one that you should cower in fear of. Stalin's propaganda campaign has nothing on this, nothing at all I say. You may ask, what is this nefariousness you speak of, dear sir? I can assure you beyond all shadow of a doubt that you will not find yourself staring at the ecchi that I have been enraptured with these past few days. You will not gaze into the captivating eyes of Yuu, instead you will suffer a bone-chilling, money-swiping glare from the dastards of the netherworld. A word of advice for anyone who is willing to take up the challenge, prepare your coffin. And, 1400 gold so you can revive at your altar to engage in battle with the enemies of the light a second time, should any mishap befall you.
Let's go a little deeper into this battle to end all battles, shall we? According to Milo Encompassing Future Universes(or ME FU for short), all residents of the Earth that partake in the consumption of this gift of the gods' shall enjoy eternal invulnerability from all propaganda. However, the diablos we tremble in cowardice of have, after extensive research and a countless number of atomic experiments, found a surefire method to break through our shield of faith. By using the striking colour contrast between green slips of papers and white cardboards onto which the calender is printed on, they are able to render our only means of sane protection void. This is a blatant breach of our consumer rights! We fork out 10 dollars a month to enjoy the smooth texture of malty Milo flow down our parched throats. We have Milo freaks such as I who'd even turn out backs on ecchi for the sake of Milo. I'd like to pose a question to all of you. Why? Why should the privileges of Milo be overridden by the propaganda of the faction that brands Milo a cheap drink meant to satisfy the fantasies of children? Drink coffee instead, they say! I say, do you smell what Milo's cooking? Every can of tenderly prepared Milo contains sugar, the afrodisiac that blesses us with the development of hormones and the drive to get us through the grueling days of emotional torture that force one to the point of feeling emo. I have been scarred with the emo disease once before, sad to say. Suzuka was the one that caused it, that it did. I shall never forget it. Let's all take a moment to honour the creator of this ecchi series that kept my mood up for a grand total of three days. Besides sugar, Milo has incorporated a liberal amount of chocolate into its recipe. Do the majority of you even comprehend where chocolate is obtained? Why, from the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory of course! The inflations have hit us hard, and those that used to cruise around in Mercs are forced to downgrade to Suzukis. On the other end of the spectrum, the die-hard Chery fanatics have found themselves on a padded cushion, the method of movement being human energy directed at two peddles. Concerning those who were already riding on bicycles, I do not wish to digress. That means you, Mr CZH. You know who you are and you will be called to the defendant's stand to be zapped at a later date. I daresay you will require at least 100 Anks to protect yourself from the fury of the heavens.
Back to my point on the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory. The Oompa Loompas have all demanded a pay-raise in light of the inflations. A hapless Mr Wonka has been compelled to give into their selfish desires. What a noble individual Mr Wonka is! Sacrificing his Yusof Bin Ishaks for the continuity of Milo! Let's all give him the applause he deserves.
Thus, ladies and gentlemen, we must not let the propaganda of the scourge invade our hearts. Repel them! Drive them out in one earth-shaking exclamation! I urge all of you to purchase a generic calender from external sources, if you do not already have one, and attach it to your desk in school by tomorrow! One of these cute little calenders only costs $1. That's $9 saved that I can spend on a much more deserving reward, ecchi. Yes, I would much rather give credit to the fertile imagination of those manga artists than contribute to the propaganda faction's coffers. Now, let me explain the hidden significance behind these calenders you have purchased.
Please turn to page 12 of the school calender hanging in your classroom. There should be a picture depicting the day of Open House 2007. It is to our knowledge that the propaganda faction has infringed copyright laws by publishing images of unknowing boys! This is a outright display of voyeurism and warrants a finger of doom from all humanity. It goes against Section 7 of the holy gospel otherwise known as ME FU, for goodness sake! Point your index finger at them now and zap them before it's too late! When the messenger arrives to feed you the fodder of propaganda, flash your bought-from-pasar-malam calenders at them to ward them off! I do not give a damn what calender you have. It can be of women in sexually stimulating poses wearing clothing that leave little to the imagination, or a fat God of Fortune dancing with Gabriella in the latest adaptation of High School Musical. It could even be a calender chock-full of ecchi. If you happen to have this, I suggest you sell it... to me. I will pay $10 for your calender; $20 if it has Yuu in it. That's precisely right, I would take the saccharine Yuu-chan over a weapon of mass propaganda anyday.
I hope I have helped you in some way or another with this piece of work. Till the next time, I must bid all of you adios, and return to fantasizing about the chracters in Pastel. You walk into a girl's changing room and there's a girl there changing before your very eyes. She runs away. You decide to search the entire universe for her. You return to your house to prepare for the arduous journey by taking a shower. And then. You see her. Bathing in your toilet. That's how Pastel goes anyway, read it if you already find yourself giggling maniacally at these few sentences. So, without any further ado, you may be dismissed.
It has been barely five hours since I've finished the manga series Suzuka, and the familiar manga hangover has hit me once again. It's an affliction you receive after completing a manga series dear to you, and in this case there was lots of ecchi to keep me going. The plot was that of a simple teenage romance, culminating in the pregnancy of Suzuka and a marriage between two people barely out of their teens.
To curb this unhealthy hunger for more Suzuka, I have decided to start on another series. It's titled Seikirei, and you can google it yourself if you really want to find out more about it.
Anyways, here's the main point of this post. Milo Inc. is currently organising a contest to look for a Suzuka that exists in real life. Now, this candidate must possess all basic traits of the original Suzuka, whose picture is attached below.
Pre-requisites
1) All candidates must have shoulder-length hair. If the hair falls below the shoulders, it has to be trimmed or the candidate in question will automatically fail the examination.
2) Suzuka's hair is blue. However, the conservative society of Singapore does not permit bright blue hair. Thus, we will also accept black hair, though blue is highly encouraged for that Suzuka look.
3) All candidates must be below the age of 18, and above the age of 16. Don't ask the obvious. We can't have old hags or young kids to replicate such a goddess.
4) All candidates should be between 35 to 45 kilograms in weight. Since Suzuka is an athlete, she exercises regularly and thus has a knockout figure.
5) Milo Inc. reserves the right to reject anybody deemed unsatisfactory. Appeals will not be entertained.
Those interested can come for a walk-in interview at the 4L classroom of Anglican High. Please bring along your NRIC for verification. Thank you.
Some songs never get old, just like this here. My name is W****r I can be your friend~
Heard it on 987fm last week, downloaded it and here it is. A truly underrated artiste who only enjoyed mediocre success in the music industry, wonder where she's gone now.
A song from Fish Leong's recent album. They changed the cover design from the glaringly unacceptable depiction of her in a red dress with endless layers to a much simpler and cleaner white theme. For some reason, the price went up 3 bucks. That's the price you get for an aesthetically pleasing goods. Her voice is one of the best in the industry though; she'd trash saccharine fakes like Yang Chen Lin any old day.
为何会在恨消失后 爱还是挽回不了 为何要在疼爱我的时候 才对我说离开我
A true work of art.
Squares, circles but never a triangle, watz up with shapez?
The musings of less sentient beings are always tricky to decipher, blame it on Matty.
Anyway, the prices of food sold in the canteen are up due to inflation. The mixed rice which used to cost $1.50 now retails at $2. Chicken rice is up 20 cents while the substandard western stall's prices skyrocketed. Rice with pork floss and a fried egg for $2. Now that's value, if the 85 Market didn't already sell $1.80 Nasi Lemak with a choice of three dishes to compliment your coconut rice.
Nds-roms is currently still down, and it's time to cry. You can use torrents to download your games if you aren't afraid of being nabbed by the boys in blue, though. You will receive a warning letter the first time, and they have the right to take legal action against you from the second time onwards, like in the case of Odex. Actually, Odex already fines people for the first instance. With inflation and all affairs pertaining to that, you can expect this fine to be raised even more.
Inflation is a pain. A taxi ride from Tanah Merah MRT station to my house used to cost only about $7 tops. Now, the meter can come up to $10 easily. This is sheer extortion, this is. I saw a receipt that my dad got from taking a cab from his office to Shenton Way, and found out that is costs about $10 per 10km. At least it's sponsored by the company. He took a taxi to and fro, and the total bill would have only come up to $20 if not for the peak hour surcharge and the extra fee incurred from hailing a cab in the business district. The additional charges came up to somewhere around $9. That's $19 for a return trip, and I'd much rather spend it at some jolly Pizza Hut outlet rather then it going into some uncle's wallet. I've got nothing against taxi drivers, it's just that some keep talking even when the passenger has headphones plugged in. Take a look in the rear-view mirror please.
Ignore the title which makes no sense, for I'm feeling rather lost now amidst stinky newspapers looking for articles to add in my Geography scrapbook. I learnt my lesson last year when I handed it up late and received 2 marks out of a possible 10. Oh well, just 7 more articles to go~
Anyway, I was watching some Channel 5 news the other day, and there was this report on people jumping down into the MRT tracks. I thought about it, and still haven't figured out: why do people like the MRT tracks so much? Taking the hot climate into consideration, it is possible to deduct that there is a lack of swimming pools that cause this madness. Perhaps it is time to integrate swimming pools into our void decks? While I'm still on the topic of cold water, I noticed that the water cooler on the third floor doesn't produce cold water. This is a breach of student rights! We have the right to chilled water, free of charge! BBQ, perhaps we should drink Milo instead. Milo is probably the best ever beverage conceived by the Nestle company. It is by far superior to the cheap imitations known as Ovaltine and Horlicks. Milo has been tested to be chock full of malty goodness to kickstart an otherwise dreary morning. Support Milo, buy the canned versions since DIY powdered Milo can never triumph over the original.
BBQ it's late. Start studying for O Levels now! It is never too early!
Business boom leads to larger payouts this year, with big firms paying 5-1/2 months and upwards By K.C. Vijayan, Law Correspondent BIG law firms, buoyed by the business boom, are handing out bigger year-end bonuses this year, with the best payouts breaching the nine-month mark.
The Straits Times understands that top performing lawyers in top-league firms like Drew & Napier and Rajah & Tann are getting high payouts across the board as rewards to recognise good work when the going is good.
Other firms like Harry Elias Partnership (HEP) and KhattarWong also awarded fatter bonuses of between 5-1/2 and eight months to its lawyers.
HEP's managing partner Latiff Ibrahim said its top performers are in the 'booming corporate, construction and litigation practices'.
KhattarWong's Subhas Anandan said the bigger bonuses also spilled to the non-legal support staff, with the best receiving up to 5-1/2 months.
Lawyers generally attributed the fat bonus cheques to the strong economy, increased revenues and the need to pay high performers for 'all the hard work and all the nights they have put in'.
WongPartnership, one of the biggest firms here, has had an 'extremely good year' in terms of the transactions and briefs received, said Mr Chou Sean You, a partner in the firm.
'We expect to remunerate our lawyers well for all the hard work they have put in throughout the year,' he said, adding that his firm traditionally declared its bonuses in January.
The upturn has benefited small and medium-size firms as well, especially in conveyancing work, said senior lawyer N. Sreenivasan.
'Whether the property boom continues into the new year remains to be seen,' he added.
He said that 'with expected rental and salary increases next year, law firms will have to be more efficient, to reduce the impact of these increased overheads on the cost of legal services'.
Small firms which may not be able to match the fat bonuses of their bigger counterparts are unfazed, with some noting the hidden toll in work-life balance for those working in the top league.
Said Mr R. Kalamohan, who has run his own firm for more than 18 years: 'I don't know how many 'handicaps' I have compared to big firms, but when you look at the work-life balance, it is a different issue.
'I am not constrained to burn the midnight oil every day unless there are exigencies. I do not think income is the main criterion for a good life.'
Owning. One month 10k. 9 months 90k. Anybody hear new car?
Anyway, looking back on 2007:
"No one can change the past. The only thing we can do is strive to make up for our mistakes, so that we can find the way back to our path towards a brighter future."
- Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney
Nuff said. Too much time was spent on the computer for the duration of 2007. As we speak, plans are being carried out to reduce the amount of time spent causing wear-and-tear on the keyboard. And by keyboard, I mean the Milo-spilt one from Writing Style #100803, or something like that anyway.
Santa's coming to peep through windows and invade the privacy of youths all around the world by sliding through the chimney holes! Oh neos! Beware the wtfbbqpwnzor reindeer and their wtfbbqpwnzor razor sharp horns that can potentially pokey you ftw.
That's a hazardously long title. In fact, it's probably the longest title I've ever chosen for a blog post. It's times like this where the "milestones" label comes into play. There'll probably be some snippets of holiday life added into the mix, and random musings which are produced every second from the omnipotent lump of static electricity. I see a long post on the horizon, or maybe not.
Romantic Princess's latest episodes have proved ineffective in quelling my constant need for good pictures. Whatever genre they may be, videos and shows have been a blessing to mankind since they were brought into the lush greenery of the Earth. You want to know the reasons for me getting bored of the show? Well, I'll list some that come into mind right away.
1) There are 4 male leads, as opposed to 1 female lead. This shows that unless you have drank too much soya bean milk and have obtained genetically altered hormones as a result, you would only have one-fifth of the actual enjoyment you could derive from viewing this love drama. Those of the gender symbol of the circle and the cross would be able to enjoy four-fifths of the show. That's much more than I could bear with, so I dropped it.
2) Lack of english subbers. As you may already know, my command of the chinese language is atrocious. I don't really understand what the characters are saying sometimes, and am forced to tap into the literary abilities of Miloland in order to keep up. I should get some Chinese bridging, I should. Too bad, I evaded it with a 56, one mark above the cut-off point.
Being a fervent fan of Angela Chang, I might consider revisiting this serial in the near future. That's pretty far away, since for now, another Taiwanese drama is at the top of my list.
Presenting...
Corner With Love
It's a production starring Luo Zhi Xiang and Barbie Hsu. Luo is the guy who gave us hits like Jing Wu Men and Xing Fu Lie Ren. Wait a minute, were those hits, or flops? Well anyway, he did provide us with some tracks which sound pleasing to the ear at the first spin but not so thereafter. You get the idea. Hsu is the girl from Meteor Garden, Shancai. I have no info on her since I have not watched that many of her movies or productions, but I'm guessing she's some sort of B-grade artiste. Who's A-grade then, you might ask. Well, to cite an example, I'd say Lin Chi Ling. Google her up. You won't regret it.
It seems decent at first glance. Not Chi Ling, the show! Luo plays an oyster omelette prodigy, whose omelettes seem to induce favourable reactions from customers. It's nice to find out that a singer who produces corny music videos can actually come up with some sub-par fare. Okay, and Hsu plays this rich, but not overwhelmingly rich as portrayed in some dramas to the point of impossibility. Her choice of transport is a Mercedes S-Class, which is quite acceptable by today's standards of top-tier folks. Angela Chang in Romantic Princess gets this vintage limousine which probably costs more than the Istana. Hsu initially meets Luo when the latter is out on a delivery, and Luo's bike crashed into the Mercedes it had come to a sudden stop right in his path of travel. The two feud, but it is only at a later stage when they actually get to know each other, and that's at the oyster omelette restaurant. Hsu's character has to learn to prepare Taiwanese fare for her prospective in-laws, and since Luo is so imba at making omelettes, she is bo bian but to seek tutelage under him. Luo gives the game away barely thirty minutes into the show by looking embarrassed when he is forced to manage her hair so as not to let it get in her way when she was frying omelettes. After that... well I'm not sure. I stopped watching there. I'll post another update as soon as I complete a few more episodes.
Now, I promised two reviews. Well, here's the second.
I'm sure many of you have heard about this game from Rockstar being banned in several countries. Those who are on the PSP scene 24/7 should be well-updated on this. No, it's not the new Grand Theft Auto with the Hot Coffee mod which allows gamers to view explicit scenes packed with sexual innuendoes. I'm talking about the controversial Manhunt 2, which was released a few days ago with much apprehension from the ERSB, the universal game rating organisation. Manhunt 2 is not about the search for America's Next Top Male Model by the way, it's about an elimination of certain botched human test subjects. According to reports, the first edition of Manhunt 2 was so violent it forbade anyone other than fully-fledged adults to play it. In Singapore terms, that means zilch since we folks can just download it off the Internet. However, Rockstar came up with a follow-up patch which bleached all colour off the assassination scenes. Think of it as a black-and-white version of Saw. Doesn't sound very impressive now, does it? I heard that there is a way to get the original colours back on your PSP screen though, through the use of a hack or two. I just got the game from Games Torrents yesterday, all 1.2GB of it, and after uploading it to my PSP, I was all set and ready to go. Booting it up, I witnessed some of the macabre that called for the harsh rating in the first place. In the fourth stage of the game, the player is presented with a situation that allows him(or her) to shove the enemy soldier's head into two of those giant rollers that are used to flatten roads. Imagine the head going squish. IN COLOUR. That'd be really disgusting, thus the censoring. The game provides a good air of suspense around every corner, and while Corner with Love presents happiness around every corner, you'll only find people out to kill you in Manhunt 2. It's a dog eat dog world indeed- kill, or be killed. I like the overall game interface, which is very reminiscent of the Grand Theft Auto franchise. It's very simple in essence- get anybody in your sights with whatever weapon you have. Your tools range from an axe which allows you to behead your victims, or a shotgun which totally pwns your captors in one shot. Try it, you won't regret it. If you don't already have a PSP, well what are you waiting for? Make a trip into town and get one today! I'd recommend the black, as always. The white sucks because it yellows over time, the pink is just too prissy and bright, and the various shades of blues aren't very impressive either. It's times like this when we should just stick to the original monochrome colours, don't you think? It won't hurt your pocket too much either. A PSP Slim from Funz Square, where I picked up mine, costs just $260. It already comes with the latest modded firmware, so you can get your ahem games into there right away. Well, maybe not. You'll need a memory stick too. That can be bought off online retailers or middlemen for about $70-$75 a stick. That means, even with a case and the screen protector, you'd be paying $360 at most. A modest price, and think of all the things you can do with it! Enjoy your favourite music, videos, pictures, websites and games all on one portable device!
Right now though, scratch the 4GB memory stick for me. I'm saving up my allowance to get a new mouse. I've said this countless time, and I'll say it once more. My Diamondback is dying. One hundred percent geegeefied. I like the Deathadder. The mouse profile is sleek, and it doesn't come with fancy blinking blue beng lights like the Diamondback, which is another plus. I considered getting the 4000dpi model, but that'd blow my budget to the next dimension, so I'll probably be keeping away from that territory for now.
That ends today's post. The next one's going to be ready in three or four days, when the new Fish Leong album gets out. I'll purchase a copy of it, since I kinda like her music, and post yet another review on it here. Until then, get your fix at Youtube. Corner with Love ftw!
First off, there was this dialogue session with the principal herself. The strange this is, seats to this once in a lifetime event were reserved only for the supposedly worst class in the cohort and the worst special stream class. As expected, we were hit with the constant barrage of how our PSLE T-score should serve as a guide as to our L1R5 score. Recent tests have shown that this is an inaccurate way of deriving L1R5 scores.
Example A has a T-score of 255, and yet got 36 for his L1R5. The desired result would be a 10, since he is in the special stream. 10. Very nice one, that's the average for a triple science class WITH PRC scholars in it and we're supposed to hit that target? A little far off, don't you think?
The talk dragged on to 930 or so. After that was the enterprise fair. Loo scammed Jem's and my money. They were sold out of lark cheongs so he gave us donuts with chocolate toppings-.-". To be fair, the Milo truck was probably the best booth in the whole bonanza. Free flow of chilled Milo, what more can a guy ask for? I got a little bored with the fair after a while though. Went to 3D to play Yugioh and the works.
"I believe in the heart of the cards!"
A classic stitch-inducer, that is.
There was a buffet lunch at Han River, fully subsidised by the officers. Of course I went. Only a fool would turn down a free lunch you know. The various barbequed meat were decidedly good in terms of overall texture and flavour, though goodness knows how many cancer-causing charred chunks of animal flesh were being consumed.
Went to play badminton after that. A bad idea, that was. The Tampines courts were fully booked, and so were the Pasir Ris ones. Took the bus down to the court at Mingjun's house and what the hell there were malays playing Sepak Takraw there. You know, kicking the coconut-fibered ball around. Ended up in some indoor complex, and that's the worst place to play badminton. The shuttlecock turns invisible, the wind causes the shuttle to boomerang snake all over the place, and random shouting of names that are related to certain people seems to overwhelm the opposition. It was quite fun though.
I'm rather happy now, to be honest. My L1R5 squeezed in under 20. 18, to be exact. Yes, that age when we future leaders of Singapore can watch films that provide a more artistic view of life's issues. I saw Wymer with a 9, 3 blokes in 3J with 6, and our resident Wanker with 36. That's 6 times of 6, 4 times of 9, and 2 times of 18. Now, can you somehow re-arrange the figures to form the number 23? Notice how I'm playing with your mind here. It's called mind games, to be exact. Oh wait I think I just found the number 23. It's on my computer screen, because I just drew it out with Paint. Someone turn the danged thing off before it places some curse on me! Pull the plug, you money grubbers at PUB!
Emo kid grows taller, gets a yellowish skin shade, dyes hair black and picks up Chinese. Check out the ninja mask too.
Another video on him. I think it's from this Corner with Love TVB serial. It's TVB right? I don't have cable so I wouldn't know. I got pretty much addicted to the song though, replaying it for around seven or eight times. Feels soothing, in a way.
Something is wrong. I've been watching ungodly amounts of Romantic Princess lately. Youtube it and you should be able to locate a few subbed episodes. For some reason, it has replaced anime as the top position of my viewing list.
I dug up some pictures from my phone, which I have not been using much since I got my mp3 player. The PSP has contributed largely to this cause too. Obviously, a dedicated player pwns a integrated one any day, and the games you can find on the PSP makes the mobile games on the handphone look like some 8-bit console program. Think of it in aviation terms as SIA vs Tiger Airways and you're set.
Anyway, the pictures.
Hey what the hell? Blogger's photo uploading service crashed. Oh well, you can never have too much of a good thing, so later it shall be. Or is it the other way around? I am just too lazy to subscribe for a Photobucket or even a Flickr account, since I have heard that those services just don't work.
Let's just forget about this.
Vroom.
Cheer up.
Anyway, I was browsing through blogs and I found these two tags for you guys to humour yourselves with. Take a gander.
# REsim- Says: October 19, 2007 at 11:09 pm oh my u never include that i pwned u in boxing too =P
# .|ncEnDiA Says: October 20, 2007 at 12:04 pm Suspicious object posting above me who incidentally has a penchant for something fangy.
I can't think of anything else, so that's all for now.
Yet another ambiguous line of speech that projects many a meaning, depending on the target audience.
You could have gotten over.. feeding.
You might also have gotten over.. bridging woes.
And you should have gotten over.. well those matters are best left to one's discretion, aren't they?
Besides, there was nothing in the first place, was there?
Well, now that's over with, let's move on to livelier issues.
I decided not to go to Chiang Rai after all.
Rumbling at home triumphs over it any day.
Seriously, it was all just a facade.
I got the facade vocabulary question correct by the way, even though I wrote "the area in front of a building".
They probably showed some leniency since almost the whole cohort probably didn't have a hell's idea on what a facade is.
Sometimes, random guessing really does help.
Anyway, as quoted from Sun Tze's Art Of War(yes, the book is still in my house), retreat early in a tedious skirmish to avoid heavy losses on both sides.
How true.
Great, I've wasted some energy on those lines with no link in between them whatsoever. Moving on to reality.
Went to the Singapore Power place after school for the energy saving course yet again. Took the test and left. Surprisingly, there were girls in TKGS-lookalike uniforms there, but everyone knows that an imitation pales in comparison to the original product. You can't expect to score well for a test if you don't study beforehand, and I was left staring blankly at the little quiz. Handed up a shoddily done piece and collected the free souvenir, which was coincidentally a carabiner with FM radio capabilities. Advanced technology indeed, mates. This goes together with the carabiner I got from the NBQ, and together they form the pwnage Carabiner Duo!
Walked to Cineleisure with some of the Sec 3 BB people after that for a meal at Kobayashi. I got scammed big time, paying $9.70 for a meal with a drink. The meal compromised of noodles, teppenyaki vegetables, rice balls and some grilled salmon. Complimentary miso soup was included too, for those who care.
I have noticed a growing phenomenon, which is the forming of new words that are not actual words by placing -ed behind nouns. Examples are PSPed, cabbed, MRTed, towned and the like. I miloed just now! Hmm wait a minute, that didn't come out right.
At the moment, I'm waiting for Banglaben and Jem to finish their CCA stuff so we can play. I'm suffering from boredom depression, and solitaire only serves to stoke it.
