A movie freebie #3

And yes, the third freebie’s come! Season passes to Typhoon, looks to be an interesting movie 😀 Woot, I is a happy man now.

The trainer from the course was asking us then, if anything we did before coming to work would make us feel happy. Now I know my answer: winning freebie tics, lol.


What a rejoinder by Garfield ;p


– You know it was a good workout yesterday when you get muscle ache after waking up. (It’s been a long time since that’s happened, whee.) Heck, time to wack the biceps. Time to train more seriously for the upcoming run too!

– The Progress Package is finally ready for signing up, so get your SingPass or PIN ready and enjoy!

– Apparently 99% of the people playing The Wicked are still stumped at the famed level 34, and hey I’m one of ’em. Then again, I’d rather go work on my assignment than burn anymore braincells on it so hecks.

Naruto’s latest offering of episode 177 somehow doesn’t feel as dumb as the previous ones. With a cameo appearance of Jiraiya (or Ero-sennin as Naruto calls him), Naruto’s Harem No Jutsu, a mixup in documents occur and they chase after the courier ninjas (who look like an army of dumbarses). A short one-epi plot, and we get back to waiting for the return of the main arc.

Reminder of the day: You’ll never be disappointed if you’re always prepared for the worst. Like they say, you can’t get any lower if you’re already rock bottom.

Keep a safe distance!

Sour grapes, heh.


This piece I’m reading is great IMO, here’s an excerpt:

If she’s complaining about some problem she has with her family or an ex, listen for a bit, sure – don’t be rude – but when she stops for a breath, say something like “It’s obvious this is bothering you a lot. But when you’re with me, I want you to have fun – that’s what our time is about. So now, I want you to shrink your ex and all your feelings about him down into this napkin. Now, crush the napkin and throw it behind your back. He’s gone. He’s out of your mind. Feel better? Good. Let’s grab a bite.”

Another part of the article goes like this:

Let me explain: if you meet a girl, like each other, and you talk and go out, cool.

If you talk on the phone once a week, and see each other once a week or every other week, awesome.

If you talk a couple times a week and see each other once a week, cool.

If you talk five or six times a week and see each other three or four times a week… you’re in trouble.

It’s an article about how to stay single and not get trapped into a relationship when you’re not ready, quite a good read. Too long to post everything tho’, so hecks.


Half-time break from those words for awhile.

Evening beach snap at Paya Beach Resort @ Tioman; looks nice doesn’t it? – Image courtesy of PR‘s recent trip.


This one’s another interesting thing to know, from another mailing list:

If you’re worrying about whether a girl likes you or not, chances are she doesn’t – or rather, SHE WON’T. She won’t because your “worry” and your obsession with what she thinks of you will actually push her away.

Let me clarify.

When you let yourself fall into the “obsession” trap, you begin to analyze everything your dream girl does, every word she says, every move she makes… and try to relate them all to you.

She smiled at you – she didn’t smile at you. She emailed you – she didn’t email you. She returned your call – she didn’t return your call. Confusion, frustration, and anxiety result.

This obsession with her behaviors and their meanings will paralyze you, confuse you, and suck every ounce of confidence you have from your body. You will become a Blithering Blob of Insecurity. And women, in general, are not attracted to Blithering Blobs of Insecurity.

So are you wrong to be confused by women? NO! Absolutely NO! Women ARE confusing. Always have been and always will be. That’s just the way they are.

Especially when it comes to romance, women seem totally inconsistent in their behaviors. One minute you’re convinced you’re the man of her dreams, and the next she seems to be unaware of your existence. One minute she’s flirting, and smiling, and rubbing up against you, and the next minute she’s gone, left without even saying “bye.” You SHOULD be frustrated and confused!

Now, no one knows exactly why women give off such mixed signals and deliberately, it seems, attempt to confuse us. Some suspect it’s those magazines they read. Others think it has to do with the secret bathroom conferences they hold. Still others propose that their illogical behaviors are due to the wacky hormones they have surging throughout their bodies. The cause is relatively unimportant. You just have to accept it, and plot your strategy to deal with it.

So, given the inconsistencies of female romantic behavior, attempting to “read” women and figure out what they’re thinking, is, at best, an incredibly frustrating experience. So don’t do it.
Don’t even attempt it.

Just say NO to “reading” women!


Paranoia : )


Maddox has finally released news of his new book, titled The Alphabet of Manliness. Pre-order’s already available via Amazon, but fwah shipping to SG is horrendously overpriced. Anyone interested in sharing the shipping price?

– Wicked’s at level 32 34 now, slowly taking it up. I’m no longer in a hurry heh, since it seems like everyone’s stuck there.

– New phrase of the day: IBM = Individual Body Maintenance. And all along I only knew IBM and its bloody Thinkpads.

Reminder of the day: Don’t forget to collect the freebie on Friday.

V for Vendetta: review

Finally managed to catch V for Vendetta w/ Ellen today, and whee it was great! I especially liked the opening speech of V, and I quote:

“Voilà ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.

This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-Ã -vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

Darn kewl ;p V’s dialogue especially was intricate IMO, very well written. The decor of V’s hideout was well done (let’s exclude the bookshelves tho) too, very tasteful; the kinda place that I’ll like to explore and have a look about.

There was one scene I particularly liked though, where Evey goes into the rain with arms outstretched. The scene flashes between her and V’s past, and you can see the contrast. Both being reborn, but one amidst the blazing fires, and another with the embrace of raindrops.

The plot wasn’t too perfect, and you could see the entire thing being fast-forwarded at times. And the ending was kinda abrupt, plus V’s final action scene was too bloody superhuman; unbelieveable. How the fcuk can you move like that when you’ve just been riddled with bullets? Amazingly duh.

Conclusion? If you haven’t watched it (which I very much doubt so), go catch it. I’m sure you won’t be bored : )


The course’s finally over! And what did I learn exactly? I’m not sure either, since I was practically being volunteered to answer the entire day. Paraphrasing, empathy, blah. You can learn that by reading the bloody DJ forums, no need for a course at all.

Further signs of boredom at lesson. And yeah, I didn’t draw the dragon. Some industrious fellow in my group did heh.

Three green smilies courtesy of PR, but the (>_<) is mine. Yes it sucks, I know.

Lunch was at Crystal Jade today, and this beef hor fun I ordered was really quite good. (Or maybe I was just hungry.)

Dinner out at Pastamania alone; peaceful chewing session while I read. Got this book from Sans Bookshop titled Magic Kingdom for Sale (by Terry Brooks). It looked pretty interesting, sorta like Piers Anthony’s Xanth series but not as corny. I think I’ll finish reading it in a couple of days though, too thin heh.

The playground on Tampines Mall’s roof; I cooled me heels there for awhile before the movie. Good quiet place to sit and contemplate deep thoughts, if there’s not too many couples around. I used the place to try recording my awful vocals, heh.


– Food-for-thought post coming up tomorrow, stuff on females.

– Linked from nad, and I’m labelled as.. stalker ;p I bet my traffic’ll skyrocket, thanks to the curious people who’ll be wondering who the mysterious stalker is, lol.

– A couple of kids on the MRT were giggling about bl*wjobs and such on the T*mmy video clip (exercising censorship, since getting my site hit by stupid search keywords on that clip is dumb), and I learnt a new term today, thanks to them. 大常金 (i.e. the popular Korean drama serial) gets mutated into 大长金 instead, and somehow means a male d*ck. Creative kids, I say.

Reminder of the day: Time to go gym tomorrow!

Shak is the word of the day.

And that’s an understatement man. I think I was tired from the moment I opened my darn eyes in the morning to the raindrops outside and went “shit!” in my head.

I snoozed the entire way to Toa Payoh on the bus, not giving two shits about anything and anyone else.

I blinked and yawned my way through the seminar today.

I fell asleep on the MRT back to school.

I dozed off countless times during class, when the lecturer was going over different image formats at the fantastic speed of a snail. It really took a lot of mental grit not to walk off halfway during class and go home; I was really, really tired out at that point.

I’ve got blisters on my foot, I haven’t been to the gym in days, I have to do my darn assignment. And right now, I’m wondering why I’m not in bed when I’ve got to wake up so darn early tomorrow again.


To my surprise, the seminar wasn’t really the one-way lecture thingy I’d pictured. The trainer was a pretty enthusiastic lady, and the course resembled a workshop more than anything else, because we were pretty much involved in doing stuff throughout the day. Granted, meaningless stuff but aye it’s better than stoning and listening to some crapshit lecture, no?

It resembled a workshop to train me presentation and speaking skills more than anything else, heh. Why so, you ask? I was talking and presenting the answers for my group more than half the time, and it really made me wonder if I’d been marked by the trainer or something, blah.


Random snaps of the day:

Shoe. Right shoe. Comfy leather shoe. My shoe.

This was what I looked at for the entire day. Room, whiteboard, projector, PowerPoint slides.

The book that lay in front of me, Z. Absolutely useless IMO, I was staring at the slides.

Resolved? Resolved my arse.

We couldn’t be bothered to head back to class early, so me and the colleagues ended up idling at Delifrance. ZM’s freshly brewed coffee (that’s what the menu said); retaining its unique bitterness even after three packets of sugar. According to him, it tastes even worse than a 80 cents cuppa from the kopitiam.


Dinner out at The Pizza Place today w/ LS before our classes; yet another random sampling of food.

It’s at Raffles City basement 1, incase you were wondering.

Quiet place, nice ;p This snap’s a view of the table I sat at. Food hadn’t arrived, no sense taking an empty table eh?

Interesting decor isn’t it? I kinda like the art. In addition, you can always entertain yourself by watching the guy tossing the pizza around if you’re bored enough.

Hawaiian dunno-WTF Supremo pizza; something like a bastard mix of Hawaiian and beef. Tastes good though, but I’d better order a larger portion next time. Their personal pizza is way teeny, too small for me bah.

Overall conclusion? Nice food, not-too-bad place to rot.. but I still like the other place yesterday. I’ll still come back for the pizza though, and yeah the carbonara linguini isn’t too bad either. Worth a try if you’re tired of Pizza Hut : )



The Wicked‘s been upgraded to level 40 or something, but I can’t be bothered now; still stuck at level 28. And for those of you who’re stuck at level 6, nooo it’s not css.html, neither is it style.html. The hint reads: name of the first style. It’s not asking you WTF CSS is, is it?

– I’m obsessed with æž—å¿—ç‚«’s 你的愁我的梦 all over again; too bad my vocals aren’t up to it.

– According to someone, I’m actually better at talking than singing? I don’t know if this is supposed to be a startling revelation I’m supposed to be happy over, or a great disappointment but ah well.. take things optimistically aye?

Reminder of the day: Always take SBS 8 early if you wanna get onto the damn bus; the poly student horde is unbelieveable as usual.

A slack Sunday

Basketball in the morning, and yes I’ve confirmed it; my left index finger is definitely sprained at the first joint. This sucks. No more nice straight shots, only shots off the board from now on.

KTV in the noon w/ Ellen, and I realised.. eh. This is like the fourth session in a month? Not bad, I’m literally singing my arse off instead of exercising it off this time.


Decent and affordable food over at Bab Noodle (damn I forgot the name of the place even, but this pretty little listing helped), and a thumbs up especially to their service. Friendly, humorous and obliging staff. It’s a quiet place to enjoy your food, chill out and talk. Relaxing chats’re always a great thing to do IMO. Nothing beats slacking, especially if you’re a 闲人 like me.

Check the place out:

Bab Noodle over at #01-20, Milennia Walk.


Ooh, brudder Earl has his own store now does he? I haven’t shown him this yet heh.

And yes, that’s all for today. I’m gonna be crashing out at a seminar for the next two days, so look forward to my rants on exactly how boring educational the thing was.

Off to bed, I’m tired. Yes, five hours of sleep and a full day = tired.


– The Acer TravelMate 3210 looks like a good buy, hmm. Checkout this CNET specs review.

Reminder of the day: watch V for Vendetta, argh!

Of why you shouldn’t piss a hawker off

Stan and I were out for supper just now, after a long long hiatus. It’s a rare night when we get to eat together, but noooo shit just had to happen as usual. So here we go!

Blk 138’s coffeeshop happened to be the nearest one with anything edible, so we ended up ordering from the only stall open: the bak chor mee stall.

Me: “Uncle, one bowl mee pok with chilli, one bowl bak chor mee without.”

Hawker: “.. so one owl mee pok one bowl mee kia is it?”

Notice that I hadn’t said anything about mee kia. Actually, all I wanted was another bowl without chilli, but I wasn’t in the mood to correct him.

Me: “Yes, the mee kia without chilli.”

Hawker: “.. the mee kia with KETCHUP HAR?”

Yes, ketchup so WTF you have a problem with that? I decided to forgo the ketchup as well; my mood was deadened entirely by this time.

Me: “Nevermind, both also chilli, thank you.”

*Hawker pauses and leans closer*

Hawker: “.. No ketchup now?”

Me: “.. Yes, no ketchup, both chilli.”

*Hawker exchanges a WTF-is-this-kid-talking-about-look with his co-worker*

The next thing I knew, our noodles really had lots of chilli. No kidding; I’d eaten at this stall before and to say that this was swimming in chilli would be an understatement. Imagine something like half a bowl being full of chilli sauce. Yeah, something like that. So we had a bowl of soup each, and Stan emptied his entire friggin’ bowl of soup into the noodles in a vain attempt to dilute the chilli.

Result? The chilli was still the same fcukin’ shade of red. Blardy shite.

Needless to say, we paid three bucks each and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly with the noodles.. not. I really regretted not bringing my HP along just now, else I could show you all exactly how fcukin’ red it was. Like Stan was saying, we brought the wrong HP out; his instead of mine.

Fcuks, I’m still pissed while thinking about it, which is why this entry’s here at this unholy hour of 0325hrs.

And no, I didn’t walk up to the hawker and screw his head off; I’m more civilised than that. Stop buying from him that’s all, and I’ll bring this up to any friend who lives nearby. BOYCOTT!

On our way back, we were talking about this plan where we should proceed to order like 5 bowls from him, point to a random seated table and walk home after that; repeat this with different friends doing the same thing until pissed mood disappears. Nice idea but I’ll prolly get arrested for that lol.

Disclaimer: Above idle thought is just a that; A THOUGHT. I am not and will not be held responsible if some dipshit reads this and decides to carry it out.


Oh man, aloy showed me this article on Locus Online posted by Robert Jordan. Was I shocked or what? Granted that I’m not exactly a hardcore-200% RJ fan, but to get this kinda thing when you haven’t exactly finished with your goals in life, that truly and utterly sucks.

And oh, incase you didn’t know. Robert Jordan’s the pseudonym of the author for the Wheel of Time fantasy series. Don’t know what that is either? Go Google it or something.

A little more on this from his blog at Dragonmount.

– What can I say to this latest post about new candidates? Totally hilarious sarcasm : )

Reminder of the day: Practise talking with strangers more often; good way to improve interaction skills.

The Wicked

I’ve been cracking the levels on The Wicked for the past two nights, no small thanks to nad and aloy for this ;p Compared to not pr0n, it’s still not that bad; that one’s seriously crazy IMO.

Other than the absurd level 11 (which I ended up not solving but decrypting the source code because I was too pissed, and yes I did get the answer right, only that I didn’t realise that there was something called ‘resume’ available), the rest of the levels have been pretty smooth. Not exactly five-seconds-to-solve like the first few levels, but not too bad either ;p Although I have to say, some of the answers would make you want to kick yourself in the arse for not thinking of it earlier. Others just make you feel darn relieved you passed it.

Just a tip: the forum‘s always a good place to go to when you’re stuck, heh.

Although it’s definitely a damn spoiler, I’ve compiled a list of all the answers (and how I got them) from levels 1 to 26, for those that’re interested. Continue banging your heads against the collective wall, or succumb to temptation and email me. (Posting the hints online would be a real sin, that is.)

So, why wait?


– Episode two of 梦。拼图 available on YouTube, if you’re really bored.

– The guys’ve won the first round of the basketball match yesterday by 4 points, next match is gonna be on the 5th next month! Woot, definitely gonna make time out to play man.

– What’re you gonna do when the plug&play icons on your system tray disappear? Something good to know, just in case – Courtesy of Barry W on CNET discussions.

– Nice little utility called Diskeeper, looks to be better than our beloved Windoze Windows Defrag IMO. More to come after I install it on me PC.

– In fact, quite a few of the tech plugs come from PCMech, which is a really good newsletter IMO. Subscribing to it‘s a good idea ;p

– An article on Yahoo!, titled You Are What You Post. Quite true IMO; imagine your prospective employee reading all your dark little secrets on the blog. Oh man, the horror! (Which is one of the reasons why I seldom write anything work-related; that and because I haven’t any major rants.. yet.)

– A lengthy post on Stevey’s Blog Rants about the right type of maths for programmers. Perhaps this applies to those advanced applications and not your run-of-the-mill inhouse software projects, hmm.

Reminder of the day: Time flies when you’re having fun.