It tastes like droppings.

Been an entirely uninspiring week. Daily doses of tiny fried chicken, loudmouthed humourless morons, mundane lessons, rat eaten bread. Yes bread eaten by fucking rat. Mustave been a goddamn ninja one too, it avoided my chair, jumped/climbed/reppelled into the high shelf of my slightly opened locker, manouvered around my shaving cream, water bottle, wholemeal loaf and nibbled its way through all the corners of my raisin bread. I had to eat mysterious yellow pasted baos for two days. Lest you think that is hardly punishment, as Samuel kindly enlightened me; these baos, when thrown on the floor? They bounce back up. I have since confirmed this observation. Will write more soon but for now i have to go back to the LAND OF THE RAATS. GRARRH

Fuck you...

Oh this is a must see spoof...

Mann Its About Time

I used to be a fan of Natalie Portman when i was younger. First saw her in this great movie called 'Léon' and was smitten. Yes, yes, she was 12 and prancing around in her undies at one point, but i was 11 so enough with that. Anyway she grew up to be a fantastic actress. Someone told me recently that Scarlett Johansson is much better looking. I disagree. Compelling evidence at 26 seconds into this interview.




While im at the subject of fascinating females, sultry voiced Aimee Mann is coming to Singapore on the 29th of August, a Saturday night, at the Esplanade. Unless something goes horribly wrong with the world ill be going for it. Have a listen to this and you'll have a taste of why.

-Sweet sweet solitude-

Taking a look at it, my last two posts were short to the point of stupidity. My brain is dying from atrophy. It was good to be at home on friday. I was finally actually alone for awhile. For the first time in more than a month. It was divine. I missed the sound of my mind. For a long period i was subjected to the constant aural assault of 'nabei chee bye' all around me. "So much dust, nabei". "'I cannot find my underwear, chee bye." I can insult proficiently in Hokkien now. If only i knew how to say hello.

I've been eating alot of junk food. Chocolates, donuts, nachos, sweets. Was worried that i'd become fat and unfit. But i've become acquainted with some really fat people. Im talking really fat with layers upon layers, flowing like tidal waves with each step. Watching them, or rather being forced to watch them (some people just like to parade themselves, i dont get it, keep your damn clothes on. Unless you happen to be a hot girl. In which case feel free, the world needs art and my eyes need pleasing.) is simultaneously both an ego boost and a warning. I have recently been informed that only 2% of obese people can claim that their weight problem is glandular. The rest just eat too damn much. A mean person might say this is license to insult really fat people at will. This person might also claim that it is a rather fun activity. Especially when the fat person in question is a complete asshole. If you're big enough to be a landmark you'd better play nice you fat bastard.

Watched 3 movies this weekend id been waiting weeks to see. Star Trek was a blast, terminator was cool and wolverine was lame. Sabretooth and Gambit seemed to be pricks to him but they magically become Wolverine's friends towards the end. Oh darn, Gambit interferes and stops me from killing sabretooth but its okay, hes got a cool stick so he can be my butt buddy.

E3 is starting. Thats basically the biggest showcase of upcoming game releases. I don't really game that much anymore but theres afew things that would catch my eye. There's a game called bayonetta that looks pretty good. Some really slick action and gameplay but the heroine is somewhat insulting to gamers. Tsk tsk. Shamelessly panning to the slobbering perverse geekazoid shes insanely voluptuous and seductive. And the more she fights, the more her clothes come off. I can't wait for this game.


There's just some time left to go exercise and maybe read a few pages of a book and the newspaper. I miss school. Not the lectures, homework or studying(what little of it there was) and certainly not the food. Not the teachers, not the tutorials, not the stairs not the waiting for buses, not the fugly uniform. Did i say i miss school? Well ill be looking forward to heading to university. Was set on SMU for awhile but made a late U-turn to NUS. Sure she's older and less flexible but hey, maturity and sophistication has its appeals. So pucker up, here i come.. in a couple of years...

-Sunday im depressed-

Time to get into Tekong again. Another fantastic weekend has passed! And so the countdown starts for the next one. Yipee...

-Friday im in love-

Finally back from the first 2 weeks of bmt. Im not allowed to blog about army. But i will say this. There are some people in serious need of deoderant. The smells ive encountered these 14 days have ranged from unholy to life threatening. I was grateful when i had a blocked nose for awhile. But even then the little air that seeped through was nauseating. I should add bad body odour to my list of asthma triggers. Army has been...a unique experience so far. Should get more interesting. Less smelly too i hope.