i am the walrus

kinda feeling kinda pumped up these days, currently having quite a good streak in everything i do and i hope everything stays this way!!!

its days like this when i feel like a walrus, with pointy incisors and super thick hide; with a body mass great enough to contain all that confidence inside. isn't it just awesome to have the potential to just mow down everything down in your way? yaye then you don't have to worry about anything or everything. just fuck everyone else and just concentrate on your own thing.

goo goo ga joob.

food fight

have been reading the ongoing saga about the origins of local food with much amusement.

seriously, all the claims about which has the tastier, more original, most authentic chickenricelaksanasilemakbakutteh is quite laughable. how come nobody contested over the birthplace of SARS or H1N1? or how about pirated vcds?

come to think of it, it seems to me that only asians will be that concerned over such matters. truly asia indeed!

choix

un jour je suis allé au musée, sur le chemin il y avait un bar.

j'ai jamais vu le musée.

of dreams and memories

there we were: deep in the khumbu region in nepal.

you, you were clutching at your hat, holding the front down as you made your descend down the cliff against the wind, as you tried to navigate our way out of the entire mess. me? well i tried my bumbling best to follow, considering that i was from the city and was more used to elevators rather than eroded stone steps.

we finally made it down to the river. funny, was this the start line for the nike human race? yes, it had to be, for the river had turned red from the mass of red runner nike tees. just do it, they chanted, as they counted down the seconds remaining to the start time.

but where was my nike tee? i had registered for this, no? by this time, you had disappeared into the angry swarm of red runners. i searched frantically around my knapsack for the tee, then around the surroundings for you. both were negative. i felt alone; i was alone.

the red mass throbbed as i ploughed into it shouting your name. no answer, no reply, just "just do it" screaming back at me. do what, i wondered. where what who how why.

why?

inside my knapsack i managed to find a chilled can of carlsberg. weird. how did it get there; i don't even drink this brand of beer. nevermind. i open the can and take a long slug of drink. its refreshing. the red crowd seems less threatening. then it is only one minute away from the start time. i can see this because i am pretty near the starting line; how i got there without the mandatory red nike tee is a mystery. hey, look - the guest of honour is starting the race already.

which turned out to be kim jong il.

then i woke up.

crazy vs religious

unfortunately for us, the line is not always so well-defined in real life

beethoven

i know that this post is probably going to offend lots of female folks, but for the love of life, please tell me why are there so many beethovens in singapore?

no, not that singaporeans are all music geniuses, but in colloquial terms, beethoven = 贝多芬 = 背多分, which literally translates to "more points from the back".

yes, my dear readers, if you did not know, i'm a butt-guy. indeed, cute butts packaged in nice short miniskirts never fail to get my attention.

but as much as i prefer butts to boobs/face, it gets kinda disappointing after the follow-up frontal view is a catastrophe, especially if the view from the rear had been good. hopes and expectations initially raised but then later all flushed down the drain.

imagine the scene: you're walking down orchard road one day, then you see this girl with a great back, great legs and all. you accelerate to try to get more than just a glimpse.. then WHAM! she just socks your balls off with some scrambled-egg face.

today, i met an especially bad one. what added to the humilation was that i had initially alerted my friend to the blip on my babe-radar when i saw her from the back.

as you can imagine, the ribbing that ensued was terrible.

never will i be seduced by just a cute butt again! =D

100 best paying jobs in Singapore 2009

are you on the list?

(look at 48 and 49) argh a chinese sin-seh earns more than an aeronautical engineer! i knew i should have taken the TCM mumbo jumbo modules instead of learning about aircraft performance and control!

anyway, where are our ministers on the list?

wear sunscreen, my friends

was in the gym just now when i was suprised to hear the once-popular "everybody's free" on the airwaves again.

its a chill song with a catchy beat, and i like it. although the entire song made a lot of sense (unlike most modern pop songs nowadays), i found a particular line particularly meaningful to me:

"understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on."

i realise that although i have many acquaintances, my close friends are few and far between. recently i chanced upon one rather close friend's blog and read that she had, for some reason unbeknownst to me, wrote that she would rather not keep in contact with me in the future.

quite sad right?

so anyway, that got me thinking, "am i such a bad friend, and where did i go wrong with our relationship?"

indeed, any relationship is difficult to maintain; there is only one way to keep things warm and nice, but so many other ways to fuck it up. to all my friends: next time if you want to break contact please at least let me know first in advance ok? so that at least i can do some AAR.. =)