Chou san!

I was 2573 kilometers away at Hong Kong for the past 5 days.

Merry Christmas! I am back!

Tonight is emo night.

Everybody is having a bad night.

Now i need to worry about waking up at 7am.

Damn.

Love actually.

“It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I’ll never see him again like this… well yes, I’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses.”
- Two Days In Paris

I got this from Atee's blog. I do visit alright! =)

Pain. Longing. Desperation. Loneliness. Cravings. They come overwhelmingly together as a blow. And yet when you think you have finally gotten over, it comes like a kick in the stomach. And the timings are never good, such as a late night when you are lying on your bed unable to sleep or sitting on the bus with your head on the window on a particular rainy day with nothing to do. Or like today which is a combination of both with my bed and the rain.

Pain is eternal but love is temporary.

Why? Cause no love last eternally. Love blossoms in the begining but leads to acceptance and lastly accommodation in the true passage of marriage. All humans get tired of a same constant. We get tired of the whims and the flimsy state of the relationship. All humans seek thrill and excitement. Sex it seems isn't all that satisfying and mysterious. After banging that same stud or goddess for a year, you come to realise: "that's it?". Everybody after all, has their limitations or flaws.

*laughs bitterly*

We cling on to the furs' of the rabbit who was pulled out of the hat by the magician. Only a select few dare to climb up to seek what's beyond the hat, to ask questions, to shout out to those who desperately cling on to the middle of the fur, even burrowing themselves deeper, content for the rest of their lives down below.

I really have no idea where this is going. Or what is my point. I guess it's just a collections of thoughts, paragraph by paragraph.

My brain doesn't think straight, it seems.

What online friend are you?

How can one not have absolutely anybody to talk to. That is one question i habitually ask myself.

Is it because one is boring?

Or one is plain outright ugly.

*Scoffs*

But maybe its because there just isn't any need to talk at all. When two acquaintances strike up a online conversation, it usually runs its course past the mundane questions before fizzling out to boredom and slience.
It is definately easier to stop a conversation online. One just needs to stop responding to the repeated appearance of "hello? you there?" and the irritating shakes of nudges and to end it all up, go offline!

Easy.

So what is keeping that person from deleting 95% of his IM buddy list? After all, we only speak to a select few on a regular basis. The rest are just mere acquaintances and third degree friends. But having a long buddy list is important to the individual. It helps delude the mind and boost esteem that one is popular and has a large social circle. As such, one will actively try to engage and strike up conversations to be pathetically sociable to strangers that barely interact with the individual.

Truth as it seems, is always less rosy.

How to we improve the situation then. Firing off conversation windows and aggressively PMing everyone that comes online immediately will just make people avoid or worst, block oneself. There must be common interest for the stranger to be on the IM buddy list, be it a camp or post-drunk/clubbing activity. The key foothold is to build on that interest and branch out to other topics like " Is boxers or briefs better? " or " Name your poison. I like my Chivas neat. " Topics on "friends girlfriends" or "bdsm desires" are best left for a later timing when a stronger relationship exist. Being too pushy or mindlessly responding/throwing out dumb one answer questions will not help either.

Maybe I do need to defragment my IM buddy list into two list.
" Who talks to me " and " Everybody else ".

Bronze spoon in my mouth.

Why oh why. Money makes the world spin. Makes people grin from ear to ear. Causes humans to commit genocide and yet helps the Aids problem in the world. Helps that orphan celebrate his best christmas ever with presents. Creates the opportunity for education.

Why does that DSLR look so expensive. Sigh.

Passage 222, Verse 6, Lines 11-14.

And never forget that help may come.
From the most unlikely of quarters.
And success rest upon the shoulders.
Of those kept shadowed until the time of need.
-The Remembrance(Clan Wolf).

Good ol' days.

I was putting back my barang back into my room when i stumbled upon a huge stack of this.

Now which guy wouldn't want to be in his shoes. And he isn't elite Phantom model cute. Maybe its the red hair.

It's hard to imagine that at a tender age of 9, i was putting BGR thoughts into my head through Archie. The right messages were still potrayed, like recycling or NO drugs!!! through their mini ads., but it's hard not to think about who likes who or will Archie choose Betty or will Dilton finally get a girlfriend. No sexual thoughts then though.

Oh right. here is how my room looks like now!



I forbid any to be on my bed except those i deem clean or intimate enough. The rest can FO to the floor or the beanbag if i am gracious.

Oh look! It's me!

I hate the world today.

Farrer road leading to queensway has never been so empty in my life. It isnt right. None of this is right.
Then again, when you are travelling to your work place on a Sat at 6.15pm, all the cow common sense goes out of the window.
And to my chagrin surprise, the changes that were supposed to be made to the infographic has not been done. (I have to email this out now you see.)

My grasp of hokkien expleitives has never been this strong.

Let I Am A Bitch I'm A Lover by Alanis Morisette fill up the office!

Are you anyone's favourite person?

Yes.
And she knows it too. =D

Moving out and in again.

For those who wanted to know what I have been up to the past week, here are the pictures!


Sleeping on the floor does bring
a whole new perspective to your room.


No more cupboards!


Now you must be wondering where
all my stuff have gone. Not very far.

New bed/ceilingfan/cupboards are coming next wkend! =D
And no. I am not having a 3rd house warming.
Oh yeah. Here were the shots of Exercise "Save-the-Ipod"





May you go where all electronic devices go after they pass over in peace.

Now where is my dustbin.

Adminstering Hot CPR.

Operation Save-the-Ipod begins.

Blast from the past.

Yet another day done. Time to change out of the uniform and get the heck out of here to get back home, where i spent the past 2 days hibernating due to the insane crowds of the Hari Raya festive mood.

I believe my bed is so slept in that if i went back to it, i will just fit in immediately.

Hm. That sounds like a god-blessed idea. The tramua my eyes are suffering regarding a whole day in front of this 22inch monitor is just distressing. Though catching the few episodes of NBC's The office season 3 was worth the slight percentage of my overall pain.
Its great to see comments on my commentless html blogger provided clickup, though whether the comments are truly meaningful are another.

Neopets is so damn confusing. Go sign up again. You will know what i mean. I did.

Strange. I can barely remember this park. Look at the sky behind it! Straight out of photoshop!


In Penang! Eh. I had cheeks ok.

New so what.

I have new dress shoes, a modem, wireless router, eraser and Dvds.

All i need now is a person to share my joy with me.

The sad truth.

[12:42] [shin]: eh, what should I eat for lunch man
[12:42] Foong.: salad.
[12:42] Foong.: u need to shed those love handles babe.
[12:42] [shin]: ..................

LOL.

Idling on.

I seem to be wasting life away. Nights and days just seem like chores to get through. It's like reading a textbook, hoping each page will be the last page for the day. This is not healthy I must say, although Peter Griffin from family guy is keeping me sane. NUuuahahahaha.

Therefore, every Saturday will be deem as a sport's day!
Book now to avoid disappointment!
Any sport will be subject to availibility of premise.

Without You.

Friendster Horoscope for September 17, 2007
Pisces (Feb 19 - Mar 20)

"All of the inspiration and energy you've been waiting for will finally roar into your life first thing this morning, so make sure you are ready for it!"

Crap. Its over already?

Kim Divine.

One of the many entries.

It's letters like these that make Pioneer's day.
Oh yes. It is type-written(typewritter).

Steph right up!

I have been sleeping rather early this whole week. Mostly by 10 or 11 you will find me smuggled under my covers sighing loudly before drifting off to lalaland.

Damn. The thought of the above is very tempting. The new September issue is churning out rather slowly really. We, artists, being at the end of production pipeline, have nothing to do. I would say the magazine is half done. With the other half in limbo, i forsee the pressure cooker-inducing days next week. And it isnt even OUR fault. -.-

An old favourite. And still is. =)

The window seems so bright outside.

I am just so angry with everything. Where is the initiative when you need it around. Plain Idleness is just something that deserves smacking. And the worst part is, procrastination is setting in.

The wait.

It's amazing how two Cowhead milk/cheese biscuits can ease one's hunger temporarily. If that damn Colonel doesn't come in fifteen mins, my senior artist and me will have to start foraging like my office hamsters, whom are pretty active and squeaking rather loudly this morning.

Oh yes. Someone I saw yesterday on Central got me swooning and gushing like a 16 year old boy. Someone in a tight cheongsum.

Mush Fush Tush.

Trying to update lyrics for 3.3g worth of songs will reduce ur cornea to mush.

I need to rest. Now.

Morning business.

My colleague pops up beside me when i am doing my amendments for August Issue.

Colleague: "Let's go eat! Hungry or not?"
Me: "You wait. I go toilet first then I tell you I am hungry or not."

5 mins later.

"Let's go!" =D

Desolation.

The hungriness threatens to overwhelm all.
Touch, warmth, love, all but a fleeting moment away.
A heart remains, yet taint with open sores.
Let us walk along the edge of the world.
Alas, this is surely the end.
-A.F

The End.

There i was. Whipping the books out at every spare time I had. It didn't matter that I was reading at the bus stop or on my Mac desk in plain sight. There was this compelling urge to finish them all. Maybe this desire, bordering upon obsession, has always kept me firmly in the mythical and wonderous world of literature and lore. Or how it amazes my parents or friends on how long one can read non-stop.

It really is gratifying to read all 7 books consecutatively. It does give you a rather accurate oversight on the entire series. If there is something i hate, it will be trying to remember bits and parts of the first book you read ten years ago.

Along the way on completing the 5 thick tomes(I consider the first 3 books 2 tomes combined), I was thrilled, moved, exhilarated and at many times, reflective on how accurate J. K. Rowling describes emotions which I myself experienced.
An excerpt from the last book," And then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than Firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair."

To Harry. The boy who lived. *Raises his goblet*

Swoons.

God. Makes u want to buy one for your feet doesnt she?

Woozy.

Gawd. I am finally feeling the effects of what a week of binge eating can do to you. Here's a list of food i have eaten in chronological order startin from last wednesday. KFC->MOS Burger->Pizza Hut->Macs->Grilled Brazilian food.
My throat feels like a yellow chainsaw. It doesnt help that my office building's water cooler has caused a few people to have the diarrhoea. Now drinking water has been put on hold for a week!

I so need a holiday. Who wants to come! Trying to organise one during the NDP weekend. Any interested parties can call me!

Nostalgia.

I think I miss the contact.presence.strokingofhair.latenighttalkies.huggings.company.

Afresh.

Since i havent blogged for almost an entire month, i shant say much. Here's a lil' something about the work life!
Formation badge.


The wrestling we do at work.


Something i am working on. ;)

Damn scallywags.

Omg. Are they jus stupid or stupid.
As one person's nick puts it. These noobs on Bnet really "bobrain" sia.
I go to bed an angry man. Dont cross swords with me. Savvy?

It pours.

I have had the misfortune of discovering that my umbrella leaks during a bad 20min heavy shower.
The result? My shirt/socks/jeans are still wet from 845am till now. Maybe i shld visit my toilet's hand-drying machine.

I need a new japanese umbrella. -.-

Kawaii!

Now i am relegated to posting my OWN comments lest my chatterbox expires. I lead a sad life.
Oh look! A Mika album on my table. Lalala.
Ho ho. Morning Musume has ten Jap chicks in one band. Songs are all about teen life and their choices in a very cutesy way. Go search them up on Youtube and dont go all jap fetish on me. Oogle on!

Furry things.

Oh cool. Mr Miyagi is in my conference room. Discussing who knows what though. Maybe its for Ns40, or NDP.
No Mr Brown though. hur hur. Then again, the entire group did look rather fun to be around with.

I am back frm a 3-day MC! Dont look at me. And i will not stand the words "Chao Keng" either. For those who are interested, its a certain Dr. Kho from Toa Payoh Polyclinic. Register with the ailings such as phelgmy throat/fever/block nose and prepare to spend at least 2hrs in there for the converted 3-day mc.

My office hamsters gave birth! The surviving 5 (there were 8) are crawling around abeit with eyes closed. They are brownish fur coated jus like their fat horny father. He is so darn big that he can barely fit in the running wheel.

And now i gotta catch up on HBOs Heros. Woot.

Me.

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Peeved.

I have a personal pet peeve. I hate unflushed toilets. Its downright disgusting.

Its not just the sight, its the smell. It hits you straight away after stepping in the main door. Even passerbys' will wrinkle up their noses and hold their breaths. I do that sometimes, when its so unbearable. Many women have often complained how us guys' toilets smell like train station guy toilets. 80% of the time results from assholes who do NOT flush toilets. The other 20% comes from pee drying up on toilet floors. *Dont ask.*
So why do they not flush? Do they have maids at home who help them flush? Or maybe their mothers do that for them. Its not only young chaps. Even older men do that. And lets not talk abt Ah peks. Even in households (Which i will not name), there are unflushed toilets! *Growls*

My child will flush his toilet himself. If not he will be pull his ears and face the toilet bowl for fifteen mins. An unflushed toilet bowl.


I am having the running nose. >.<

Shakes head.

Gah. what a let-down. To go out like that. No determination, no drive, no desire. Disappointing.

A woman worries until she gets a husband.
A man never worries until he gets a wife.
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can ever spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

Euphoria.

Its been a heart-stopping night for EPL action.
I thought we were going down during half-time.

But. Thank heavens.
We won 4-2.
For the treble boys.

Dailies.

Yes i know. =)

Stumble.

I feel like i am tumbling down the rabbit hole. Head-first.
I think i will be ok at the end. Only that. When is the end?


All the best babe in Shanghai! I look forward to my "Kris-flyer accumulated ticket" to visit you!

Departure.

One by one they start leaving.
Without any source of remorse.
Beyond the shoulder I wait.
Only to be left behind forever.

Make it big wherever you may go. I am only an expensive phonecall away.

Pioneer.

Since i am bored and have nothing to do. I shall post my first ever photo-journal entry!
And what better topic to start off then showcasing the people at work!


Here am I in Smart Four Uniform at work!


And that is Wayne, my upper-study. Notice the similar grins?


The former photographer, now NSman Alvin!


My artistic boss Kip! Ho ho.

I must pardon for the lack of photos in my blog. It is never my intention to make it ultimately boring, but being unable to bring a camera around due to obvious SAF reasons has been a bummer.

Oh. We happen to have a portable PC from HP that has a camera if you wanted to know about these pictures.

Flip-flop.

I think i am havin the Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde syndrom. One part of me loathes him. The other part cares. Its certainly painful.

I need my elixir. Can anyone offer me one?

Little Pleasures.

Me, Myself, a bowl of chicken macroni soup and Internal affairs. Welcome to the on-lunch-duty life.

Renewal.

Changing of status is a love-hate thing.

Confused.

I am tired, but refused sleep.
I am dirty, but refused baths.
I am lonely, but refused calls.
I am hurting, but refused cures.
I am loved, but refused love.

Love.

Dearest Celine,
Ever since I saw you my Smile spun dizzily. Even now, my heart throbs at the merest mention of your name. Your legs is the paragon of perfection, more beauteous than the graceful tiger. Each morning when I begin to photographing, I see your face before me, as vast as esplanade and my heart is wounded as if shot by a katana. Each day my passion for you grows like the mighty raintree. To share one kiss with you, I would cheerfully eat 12 pounds of celery. I would wait 4 3s to be with you. Meet me tonight at Ichiban so that I may stare into your lovely green eyes while we share Inari.

Dont ask.

Heart-attack.

Why Parents Have Gray Hair

A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed
nicely made up and everything neat and tidy.

Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was
addressed, “Dad”. With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope
and read the letter with trembling hands:

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to
elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with
you and Mom.

I’ve been finding real passion with Joan and she is so
nice. I knew
you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos,
her tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I
am but it’s not only the passion, Dad, she’s pregnant.

Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in
the woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter.
We share a dream of having many more children.

Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really
hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it and trading it with the other
people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS
so Joan can get better; she sure deserves it!

Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of
myself. Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to
know your grandchildren.

Your son, Chad

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Tommy’s house. I
just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than
the report card that’s in my desk drawer.

I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home!

Lifted from Jean's blog! Dun get so drunk nxt time rover.

Dance.

Watched the reality TV dance show "Dance floor" by mediacorp tonight.
Frankly, I observed that all the groups were very serious in their dancing. Unlike contestants on the Idol series. Perharps public opinion will be influenced by aquiantance level and personal taste. Some 'talent' contest huh.
But seriously. The contestants were let down by a frazzled director and bad syncing between technical crew. The awkwardness I felt when watching resulted from weird small pauses between the hosts and the music/commercials/cutting to the other cameras. Canned host scripts and funny audience cut scenes followed. I could tell that the director was certainly trying her/his best but that was some nervy directing.

Anyway, while watching the show with buddhist chanting from the funeral session held below my block, Platinum did it for me. Their chinese fusion was just phenomenal. With the modern strong dance at the 2nd part with the drums in the background. Sensational! It does help that it is an all-girl group. 6 of them to be precise.

Why is it that there will always one weird judge on such shows? Lets jus stick it to three! And please, 3 hosts just doesnt cut it.

Did i see a guy in a monkey suit amongst the audience?

Stoned.

I am lethargic, sleepy and bored.
Thats what a day spent at home results in.
And there is work tommorow! >.<

Opposites.

OH screw safari! Driving to work has always been a pain with the Adam rd stretch bottlenecking. A moving jam i would tell my father. Which is entirely contradictory as a jam means all cars are stuck with no hope of moving for every 5 mins. *Think Johore causeway*. Maybe i should change the term to *Snail express*.

Today office topic was on "We should make all girls serve Ns." Comments and suggestions were thrown about by the group's heated panelists which included 3 NSFs/1 Reservist/ 1 Female. Comments such as "They should be given a chance to EXPERIENCE NS." and "Don't stupid excuses like 'Childbirth is our NS!" were fired up. Overall, the disccusion was fairly one-sided with the female panelist smiling and laughing at the crude and chauvinistic suggestions. "But they have their monthly pains!" "Then can modify the BMT what!" Came the swift rebuttal. With that concluded, the topic was left as lunch time beckoned.

Regarding the age-old issue of "should girls serve NS?", and that meaning the complusory 2years and not signing on, i believe the existing system works fine as it is. After all, this issue goes way back to the 1960s since NS was introduced! Then again, whenever there are female sign-ons doing BMT. I am sure they feel like zoo exhibits when they were surrounded young, horny and desperate recruits trying to catch a glimpse of that bosum or legs that slide out of the black PT shorts. But kudos to the group of girls that were around during my BMT. They completed the damn 24klick with the chaps! lol.

The 'SAFO'(Serve And F*** Off) mentality exists in every batch of new 'chao' recruits while there are others that really believe in the SAF 7 core values. But NS really is an experience that nothing else can replace. Why? 'Because it is the SAF' *Sing-a-long tune*

There are only two kinds of people in this world; those who like to watch whales and those who prefer to eat them.

Apology.

I must apologize. The entries are coming in too slow i admit. It seems to reflect the situation at work. Where stories are coming in too slow for my editor. Next in the waiting list are graphic artists who have to wait for the text/story to fit in the current layout. Two words to sum up everything. "Free-time".
Which isnt bad really. Just that when the text/story comes in, everybody will be looking at the graphic artists to finish the magazine for deadline Hey. It isnt all play and no work. Just lots of play and Hi-pressured fast work.
Just as well. Judging from all the reactions i get about my posting, i dont really expect any form of respect anyway. After all, i am serving my country.

In a really warped, slack, relaxed way. Now thats the RIGHT way of serving your country. With my rifle and my buddy and MEeeEE!

Reality.

***QUESTION***

I happen to get two best female friends. How do I
choose one?

>>>MY COMMENTS:

Pick the one with the most money.

Tremor.

Omg. I just felt the tremor. Did you guys feel it?
I just felt my chair move left to right while on my computer. Here i was thinking, "Eh? I am not shaking what. *looks down at legs* Shit. Tremor." It only lasted for a few seconds though. Scary enough. Just like throwing the grenade or being in the Discovery Centre Disaster Room.
I just pray for the poor souls at ground zero.

Birth-day.

Happy birthday you sexy thing.

Vigor.

Post Cny! All that moolah has been led off to the correct directions intended. To the Bank of course. For future use. >.<

The big day tml. The day when i can do stuff freely. Like giving away kidney freely. Or buying COE. Scrawling name on slip of paper at ROM. Liable to hang for hit and run case. Screwing around. Buying Bayshore bachelor pad. Driving around. Filming on movie set. Flaunting platinum card. Insurance. Bungee Jumping. Walking down Sundance red carpet. Backpacking. More screwing around. Making 100k. Studying. Windsurfing. Pottery. Continuing violin studies. Having the same great girl. Looking back.

Growl. I feel and sound old.

New year.

The halls were decked in red.
I breathe in smoke when i am in bed.
It can't be too late.
But my mum sees through the bait.
As i am grudgingly rising.
I smell the new year spicing!

Equilibrium.

Omg. Equilibrium is shown on Chn5 at 7.30 tml evening.
Enjoy. And try not to knock that drink over while you are laughing uncontrollably and violently.
My thoughts abt the show?
*The most ah beng slang: Idea sia!*.

Euphoria.

Whoo.
Singapore is done.
And we are number one.
Vdae is coming.
And i am already shaking.
So lets get moving.
For i will be driving.

Wedding dinners are grand and dandy!

Livid.

To say i am pissed is an understatement. Instead, there is a feeling that is surging within me. It makes me do things like i normally wouldnt do. Like kicking down dustbins and flinging things around. Makes you semi super-human. Dont ask why.
On the otherhand, listening to worship songs quells the feeling. A little bit.

Revamped.

Pioneer's Jan's issue is out! Take a look and give me a shoutout. =)

Blood sure is thick.

Its amazing how a game of national soccer can make whole families seat down and watch it together.
Albeit all the laments about foreign talents and the lack of skills, every Singaporean will be secretly rooting for our lions. Not the three lions but our young lions. As the game dragged on to penalty kicks, i couldnt help but notice shouts from other households other then my own.
There is a lion in every one of us, ugly noisy pessimistic singaporeans.
Surely the full-house at the Stadium is evident enough.
I will root for them. Red Lions. Even though through a 20in coloured-box.
Go lions Go!

Visit.

Pls visit! She needs all the support she can get.
My fren that is. And if u genuiely like the stuff there. Buy them! =)
http://aurianchocolate.activeboard.com

The lack of words.

Well. since no one likes to comment. Much less even visit here. (Does anyone ever look here?)

I decided to get a chatterbox to amuse myself. lol

Feel free to amuse yourself too.

Ah-ga-ration.

"You don't have to know much about trigonometry to figure out that bus is going to hit you if you step off the curb."
How very true. But of course, people still die because of numerous reasons. Some valid. Some careless. And some plain dumb.
Being drugged/drunk/dizzy/sexually high can cause people to not realise the bus is too near.
Others wld include being on the mobile phone/running after a ball/bending down to retrieve the one dollar coin/jerking off by the road side will enable the person to nt even SEE the bus coming much less using trigonometry to jump out of the way.

If i wld have it. People will be walking in UV protected corridors and not be wearing clothes. Cars will all be electronic, plants will be pets and Bach will be cool again.

But that is just me talking.

The social psychology lesson will be held off for another post.

Upgrade complete!

I have upgraded *although expensively* from a 2horsepower creature to a *depending on model* CC creature.

Cheers.

Hormonial.

Gosh. My new model number 2 obsession.

Leah Dizon.

Who is number 1?

Ho ho. She uses the handphone all the time, has meaty legs and refuses to talk abt her upper torso.

New start.

Funny. Here we are. Once again at a new year. I wouldnt say 2006 passed with a blink of an eye, but neither has was it slow. It was an end to 3yrs of studying and a start to 2yrs of stoning. Happy new year once again. But there isnt much to look forward in this yr i feel. No Euphoria. No enthusiasm . Nothing.
Ah well. 2007. Here i come.