Happy Christmas?

Humans ; the very substance of what a society that's based on social values are made upon.

These beings are brought upon earth to be social, possess high-EQ in which to allow us to mingle with each & one another for clearly one reason & that is ...

To survive.

Well, the age of the cavemen has long surpassed us all & in this modern age where physical safety is no longer associated with the need to look for friends who watch out for our backs, canceling out any potential danger, while we also cover theirs.

We have now transcended from barbarians to social creatures who seek everyday as an opportunity to lubricate our social engines. Social lubrication as it seems, allows us to build stronger bonds among one another so there would be someone we could all seek comfort from in times of sorrow, seeking warmth & love to get by the storm be it family or friends.

And i myself, am lugubrious to say that although packing a well-lubricated social engine where just a slight burst of acceleration puts me in the comforts of my friends, that very same engine of mine is unable to even perform an embarrassingly simple task.

Simply put, appreciating the very few moments between my eldest sis & i during this x'mas vacation.



Can you imagine? She flew all the way from Sanfranciso to spend Xmas together with dad & i and unfortunately, i wasn't able to breathe in any of those enthusiasm, at all. A mere ' thank you for the dinner you cooked ' was all that i could remember saying to her.

It's such a sad truth, having a sister who've grown up with for so many damn years & not being able to develop any chemistry with. It's so difficult to even talk to her on a daily basis where i would just avoid speaking to her on every single occasion. I would always dread doing anything with her & would enjoy spending time with my 2nd sis instead. What am i ? How are we related? Is she my sister? Is it the 11 year age-gap? Am i just a retard?

I'm a freak.

1. Those awkward silences at the dining table
2. obliged to accompany her to the airport cos of dad
3. Worse part came, sis & i didn't even bother looking at each other when she left the car, not a single bye, have a safe trip or any of that bullshit
   

I wish we were closer.

Lost in Transit-ion?

After indulging in champagne after champagnes on the previous airflight from homesweethome Singapore, I am finally banished to this 'anti ergonomics from hell ' set up of free computer desktops that are placed around the world-class Hong Kong airport terminal which i'm currently taking advantage of blogging & engaging in other undesired male activities, which i will never divulge under any circumstances. Well that is unless you offer yourself to me satisfying my deepest desire.. Now moving on, pervert.

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They make these stools so frikin' uncomfortable & inhumane to sit on, it's as if it's a backup plan to kick freeloaders like me off right on the 15:01 stopclock. Not so easy pal.

Resistance, is the word.

Anyhows, have been wandering around this rather exciting playground of the affluent & managed to cast my unwavering glance onto a huge display of Chateau Laffite Rothschild bottled wines and these out-of-this-world babies will uncomfortably set you back by HK$ 16,850. You do the math, its f**king ridiculous considering people are only paying for its long-trusted brand.

Alright, currently in transit waiting for the next damn flight in another 5 more hours for Vancouver. Embracing myself for the inevitable back-crunching-spine-jutting-toes-crenching-nose-cringing additional 8 hours flight.

Pronounce...

Jet Lag. Amen.

I Are Caretaker ?

Alright, guess its time i post something fresh rather than the old conventional-you-knew-it-was-coming bullshit i've been doing all these while.



Like the title suggests, I've finally been able to have a taste on how to run/caretake/lookafter a cyber cafe.



And trust me it's child's play.



Imagine this, a knight in his shining armour dashing to the rescue of ahlians suffering from ' Maple Story Withdrawal Syndromes '

Wow!

This is what i call life ladies & gentlemen.

Oh Lord.

Annual company dinner at the PanPacific later on. The strange part is that, Pa won't be coming along & i'll be representing him instead.

A pity though that the dominant silver back gorilla is still caught up with work at song khla.
Can't believe I'll be doing this alone.

Like the many many many other company dinners, this is just going to be yet another dinner. Boring shit.

It's not my cup of bubble tea mingling with Japanese oldies executives in their fancy suits and shirts butterflying from table to tables striking up conversations with their bosses in hopes of earning some brownie points in their hidden agenda to fatten up their end-of-year bonuses.

In these situations, i would freeze out, shrivel up and just die. I'm dead serious.

Like what god said, " let there be eye candies in the ballroom for the masses to see ! "

I'm pretty sure you could check that one up in the bible, book of Daniel 1:26

Aiiiight!

Been awhile since i did a decent presentation and finally managed to get back into the game by collaborating with Sara & Isaac.

It's really funny even though i'm on the team, i didn't quite get what my project was all about although the bottom line states that foreign talents are somewhat quintessential to Singapore's survival & on the other-hand still career threatening for the locals.

Unnecessary personal conflicts between jumbo & big 'zac. Ferrrkin crazy man.

Thank god it all went pretty smooth, gotta capitalise on this confidence boost & show it tomorrow for the ultimate Banquet Operations Presentation with Shatec's Gordon Ramsey, Baljit.

Like Wayne Rooney on sensational scoring form, GOAL!!

Lust or Last?

Why not you tell me about it?







~ciao

The Skinny Chef Strikes Again.

I've managed to find the recipe for passing my exams in 2 more weeks!


Ingredients checklist:

1. 1 ounce of hard work
   
2. 3 ounces of seriousness
3. a handful of determination
4. sprinkle with a tad of aptitude
   

Method:

1. place all above-mentioned ingredients in a soup bowl
   
2. prepare for double-boiling at 180 degree Celsius for 2 gruesome weeks
3. garnish with a sprig of handsomeness
4. serve hot
   

Voila !

Really....

My stomach hurts.

I'm hungry like balls.

just woke up.

God help me..

Stupid Cupid

For whatever reason, i feel there's still 1 last try to see if we can even work out.

If she's gonna pin me down & stick a gun to my head, strongly reinforcing the fact that everything that i'm doing is useless & futile through that thick numbskull ol' mine.

She should just pull the damn trigger cos' i'm simply head over feet for this girl.

Chemistry is such an over-cliched word.
Suddenly i'm starting to like the word : Reactivity

Off to learn some MCR songs.

I'll be needing it.

That's right, concert time.

Heavenly..

Headed down to 24hours-Mustafa 12 a.m last night to rush for a plain white office shirt but turned out to be something else so here i am left dumbfounded by a flaw in it.

Flaw i repeat.

HOWEVER, the main emphasis on this entry rather is this ' rich tasting balls crunching pork bones white tapioca insane palate driving ' soup Grand Aunt ( epo ) had au ( brewed ) .

I would indefinitely sell my soul to the devil himself just for another bowl of it.

Okay that was just an expression of words.

Anyhow, gonna book an air ticket down to Mustafa in abit to get a refund. Wait, it's actually nearby? Alright that means i don't need to get the tickets then. You noticed what i just did here? I told a joke.

A horrible one.

~ciao

Kinder Surprise.

1. Celebrated Dear friend, Yann's birthday earlier on at Plush with a handful of fun to hang out with people
   
2. Yann got dead drunk
3. Got owned by Dk in pool
4. Witnessed Chelsea bashing of Schalke
   
5. Met an unexpected angel
6. Gave my cap to Charlie's angel hopefully i could use it as an excuse to see her again
7. Almost impossible to get those images of her off my head
8. slept my lazy arse off on the couch without washing my face
   
9. Great.
10. Just had good ol' breakfast with dad
11. Coming up with a cunning plan for the day
12. Can't wait to see big sis @ the airport later
13. I'm typing too much bullshit here
    
14. I might just stop
15. No wait a minute this is fun
16. Ok fine.
    

And i say... Modern Day Houdini

' The committee has decided to give you a final chance to continue with the Diploma in Hotel Management programme, subject to your compliance to the following terms & conditions: '

1. You are to be present & punctual for all your lessons.
2. You are not to accumulate any Demerit Points during the remaining course of your
   study.
3. You will be liable for immediate expulsion if you accumulate any more Demerit Points during the remaining course of your study

Ahh.. See what they're doing here? The strong emphasis of ' you ' & ' your ' strongly suggests i should start acting on this terrible attitude i've been self-projecting for this past 1.5 years in school.

Yea i should before it's fruggggin' late. $12,600 damn.

Let me see..

1st point, present & punctual.. ( Medical certificate is a beautiful invention ) Done.

2nd point, not to accumulate any more dps.. Easy.

3rd & last point... Ditto.


Well come to think about it, as a student, the very least very basic very primitive of myself being a frikkin' student is to come to school. If i'm not able to perform such ABC requirements i should jolly well kick my own skinny arse, not that i'm able to reach it but metaphorically of course.



With best wishes

Dan the man ( professional exemplary student )

0.5 dp.. not so soon yet bitch!

Here i am sitting my darn ass at GGU smirking..

Picture this, the demerit point sword of justice maneuvered by the hands of discipline moved towards the direction of my oil-lubricated face just to miss due to matrix built-in reflexes of mine.

Scene end.

Now to the real picture, daniel lee feints a headache in front of an experienced General Practioner in her office... and walks out with an MC... Unscathed.

How'd on earth did dan the man pull off the stunt of the century?

Easy.

Not cos' i was godlike-ly smooth but more like she sucked. I meant it as professionally of course.

Well, truth be told. She looked like she was rushing off somewhere so for those who treats MCs like their lifesavers, the best time to visit a GP is not in the wee early mornings where the doctors are all insane-ly-caffeine-charged hell bent to morally humiliate & expose your sorry ass but rather the last dying minutes when 5:30 p.m seems like infinity to reach when it's 5:29 p.m on their bling-ed out watches dying to rush out of their doors.

Don't envy me of my skills just yet.

$8.60 , the one thing dan the ninja did not dodge.

ARGHHHH.

that's how i feel i about you.

Was browsing the net for good songs & voila !

Look what i stumbled upon?

Kate Nash - Birds

Like how the song goes... ' birds can fly so high, or they can shit on your head, yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful, that's how i feel about you.

Unconventional.

E to the W

Skipped work today..

Unintentionally of course.

Decided to make my way down to the lanshop to join the guys.

My beautiful hands accidentally went in contact with this.. harmless semi- liquid 'substance' which lubricated that particular inch of my skin on the bus. That fu*kin old man beside me......

Weird..

Yep eww.

Oh no..

Shit i've been losing quite a bit of * chit ching $$$ *

It's hard to control myself from emptying my pockets.. i'm not just a pretty face.. inside the train.. and it's not easy.. to be... me...

What i really meant was ,


FUCK U GREED FUCK U !!! AND U SINGAPORE POOLS TOO !!!!!


Yup :((((

It's been a really damn while ago since i last blogged so let me say something random.


I want a scooter.

Not just any other scooter.

i want...

A retro looking red coloured one.

What are the perks for having one?

Let me break it down :

1. always steady for impromptu supper
2. chances of me being late virtually negligible
3. looking comfortably cool and everything powerful to impress the chicks

The cons?

1. I might lose my life
2. instability in the oil markets gonna piss me off
3. i hate unnecessary rain exposure esp when the bike's outside wet & it's pouring & you can't do a shit about it
4. again, i might die. not due to my hardcore driving skills but reckless drunk drivers out there waiting to devour a skinny chef to satisfy their uncontrolled desires & appetite for destruction
   

damn it i'll never be getting it.

When Ah Keong meets Ah Seng meets Ah Huat

No more staying over at my place. I'm fu*kin' mad.

I'm damn pissed off..

I'm annoyed..

I'm easily agitated..

I'm a walking breeding ground for pimples and zits and everything unholy..

I'm ....


A victim of the Supper Gang.

Let me break this down for you.

10:30 pm knock off

11:00 pm ramen supper

12:00 am steamed man tous with peanut butter jelly accompaniment

2:00 am nasi lemak double chicken wings supper

4:00 am Hell's kitchen time ( where is the lamb sauce !!!!!!!! )

6:30 am wrestle time

7:00 am hit the sack

2:30 pm work

and here it goes again........................................................



Yum?

3 days of...

I finally made some * chit ching * out of the friggin' legal betting at Sgpools. Mtfkin' Sgpools are friggin smart money grubbers and that's all i see of them. So far the loss outweighs the winnings but i suppose the tables will all be turned.. Soon. It'd better be.

Anyways back to the main topic..

Imagine putting 3 ' highly testosterones-charged adolescent boys ' into a house, mine that is, and what the hell do you get?


I don't know.


Maybe i don't wanna know.

Whatever it is.. It should be a pretty cool experience living with these 2 bastards under the same roof for the next 72 hours ( including attachment time )

ha.

I'm also starting to develop a keenness towards summarising all in a day's activities:

• woke up at 4 p.m
  
• got ready to leave the house for gym until mom asked me for dinner together.....
• mom, the great procrastinator extraordinare, watched a korean drama till the end
  
• screwed up my gym & pants alteration plans cos of m0m
• had sushi for dinner with her
  
• rushed off for marina south steamboat with the guys
  
• didn't pay a single cent for it & yet i sneaked a few ' man tous ' & prawns into my ' 6packcoated 'stomach
  
• tauhuey at Geylang
• walked through the peaceful/cooling/dark/scary/7 month infected walkway from gate to my doorstep

yea that's about it.

Close your eyes.

Time passes us by so quickly..


We sometimes don't even appreciate it & easily take it for granted.


Close your eyes & listen.



Don't we all?

B to the etting Season !

I just made history. I finally placed my 1st bet.

Not that it's the 1st time i'm betting on soccer but this time round, i'm doing it legally with Singapore Pools.
I feel damn suaku.

Hopefully tonight Manchester United & Arsenal can destroy their oppositions by 2 goals.. only then i will hear the jackpot machines go * DING DING DING DING * & have cash rolling in.

May God of fortune wish me luck.

vodka lime mmm..

A small bunch of us : siew, yann & jeremy went over to club velvet and accidentally bumped into sheila & her mates ( was called momo before ? ) after a series of misadventures..

anyways.

The club's really friggin hot and sweaty inside and it's really disgusting moving about in there with the inexistent air con.

Choice of music is not all great, very inconsistent deejay who pissed me off. Maybe he's still learning. Not that by saying this i will give him a 2nd chance. I don't go clubs that often that is, never ever to this one again of course.

Now to the main topic. Vodka Lime ohmylord. It's such a simple drink & yet it brings you so into the mood and refreshes you in the midst of those sweaty smelly bodies and really lifts you up oh yeah.

Vodka Lime Concoction :

1. 1 part vodka
2. 2 part lime juice
3. 1 part soda water

Simplicity at its very best. Here's a toast to our nation's birthday, cheers!

G . M

Remember that day when i had the pussy on one hand & the other telling traffic to get out of my way?

Here is the continuation..

When we were giving out the vouchers to members of the public along the entrance, there was this kinda friendly indian guy who was interested in what we were selling, and so i did what i could as a service staff. Shortly later he left with the vouchers. Before i could shout out " Charcoal Charcoal 20% off today only " that indian man whom i could not actually remember due to poor memory stood right next to my face. Not just right to my face but RIGHT TO MY FACE.

Actual Quotes from overly-friendly indian guy * breathes down on me * " hey goodlooking boy its me good to see you again. Can you help me check with your manager if you serve stir-fried pussy with black pepper? "

It took me a short while to process the "harmless but perverse & disgusting indian accent infused" message which soon got me shouting " GUYS DO WE SERVE STIR FRIED PUSSY WITH BLACK PEPPER?!" to Viknesh & Pearl who were also standing a few feet away. Mr Disgusting got the message and walked away right before i could unleash a punch so powerful, it would remove the gay out of him.

I need to attract the right gender and not fall prey to sexual predators out there. I need to stop being a gay magnet.

Funny..

It feels weird. Sitting down on my budget chair blogging about something.. a void in my heart. Probably cos' tonight was also the last time we will ever be working with the CHRO students on the same shift.
We had our final debrief earlier, oh boy it sure was emotional & my hunk armor wasn't allowing my feminine side to reveal. Deep down i was thinking..

Will i be having the same fun with the new batch of students coming through?

I'm really surprised with how they have left me/us/we with such an emotional impact in all of this 5 week collision-course. Slowly, they became part of a reason to come to work & after sharing so much gossips/jokes/orwhatevernonsense, it has made 5 week seem like 5 hours.

Funny.

See you all in school pals it has been a damn good 5 week with you all my former colleagues :))))))

Jackie Chan Meets Pussy

Alright yet another working day for the people of charcoal. Not really.

Viknesh the headwaiter brought pearl (pastry girl ) and i ( handsome boy ) outside the entrance of Charcoal to give out discount vouchers and we were also having fun while doing so going about doing our bid to raise awareness on the ongoing promotion happening in the restaurant.
Oh boy it was damn fun working with them especially pearl whose sweet voice added that bit of 'lureyoutoeatatcharcoal' magnetic attractions.

Then came Drama Mama time. I saw something. Something minute. Something furry. Something black & white.
Something called a.. Kitten.

I was fu*kin stunned when i saw this little kitten wandering off onto the oncoming traffic at the road junction and this fortunately caught my alerted eyes. Spidey senses : activated.

Like most action packed Jackie Chan movies that you have watched, i dashed out towards the road to grab the little bastard. ( There'll always be a scene where the villain comes to screw up the day and that friggin villain was ) ... SBS Bus

Little kitten tucked like a friggin ball had its fate tested by this 8-wheeler metallic bastard , as i was watching the monstrous bus about to run it over on the 1st lane, I was just 3 feet away from being scarred in my head for the rest of my life. Fuck. Until i saw the little fella still standing OHMYGODHOWDIDYOUDOIT!

Flushed with adrenaline i grabbed the pussy in one hand and the other signaling oncoming traffic on the 2 lanes to back the fuck out of my way. Success. I thought.. If there was someone looking over me and pussy, that someone would be...

Jackie Chan


~to be continued

oh ya we named it Charcoal coolios.

Inches From Death

I was on my way to gym at the club earlier on this evening.
I was waiting for the green man to appear at novena traffic junction.
I was patiently waiting..
Until this friggin' huge bus sped across my handsome face.
I realised...
What if the driver was suffering from flu and decides to let off a 150 mph sneeze from his nostrils,
and makes a small swerve towards me?
I might not have been able to work on my abs, pectorals, arms.
I might have died.


Funny.

Oh yah, the guys from Rosette decided to pay us Charcoal-ers a visit last night.
How fkin nice of them.
Next tuesday we're gonna go rock them and return the favor haaaaa.

fu*kin' limes.

Imagine this. Baljit meets diploma in culinary. What will you get? Hell's Kitchen that is.

After sitting my ass infront of the monitor for hours, my love & passion for reality television is starting to reignite within me. It's so damn bloody good.

Chef Gordon Remsay the headchef/owner of Hell's kitchen which is situated in the U.S although i'm not too sure if it's specifically in L.A or in New York but all i do know is that the name of this show is well justified with the fiery-always in your face chef who lets loose a concoction of rage and anger while displaying all that is needed to be a successful chef towards the participants.

The winner of the show gets to be the executive chef in this multi-million dollars restaurant at this new multi-billion dollars hotel called the Red Rock in Las Vegas and still be able to pinch some monthly profits the restaurant.
Trust me it's worth your time, that is if you love cooking.

A quote from Chef Remsay when a customer has very little pumpkin in one of the dishes he ordered and started to demand very rudely for more pumpkins " Sure i can give you more pumpkins. How about ram it all up your ass? " Ha.

Remember the Lime Margaritas i made from sunday? The fu*kin' limes got my throat all irritated and i had sore throat from that shit and then one thing led to another and here i am, absent from today's work at Charcoal due to a crazy flu. I hate to do make-up sessions. Frik.

Bon Appetit.

Got the guys daryl yann elica gerald jordan to come over to have dinner at my place and through hardwork and sweat managed to whip up quite a feast fit for an emperor before the emperor became the emperor hmmm..

Let's see what i did :

1. Macaroni & Cheese
2. Mussels cooked in white wine sauce ( didn't do too well on that )
3. Trademark Skinny Chef's Cabbage wrapped with bacon and chicken thigh
   
4. Diced tomatoes soaked in Olive oil and parsley ( gerald the fool forgot to get the baguette )
5. Pan fried Macaroni with the leftover Chicken & bacon & tomatoes with olive oil and garlic ( tho' it was not meant to exist in my plan, it was damn good )
6. Lime margarita but i used white wine instead

After dinner we moved on to a cafe/bar damn close to my place. It was Cafe Dormus this really cool ass place. It didn't look too appealing from the outsides but when we got in it was heavenly, like into another dimension ( not that i've been to another dimension ) however..
daryl and i shared a Pina Colada cos we didn't wanna spend too much *chit ching*
Discussed plenty of topics ranging from sexual organs to rich indos treating money with little respect.

chilled the night through there till 1 a.m plus.


Had a wonderful time with the guys, will be sure to hang out with you all sometime again.

You Have Got To Be Shittin' Me.

What an exciting day filled with exhilaration, blood pumping action through the heart with each & every drop of blood enriching both the soul and body.. Okay enough.

Managed to do ' well ' for my cocktail making competition held in school today thank goodness nothing broke / spilled / scared anyone in the process. Although i didn't get into the top 4 who made it to the finals to be held at the centre of clarke quay some time soon , i was really.. really glad we managed to break the ice between us. The goddamn ice... Many thanks to 'mrniceguy' you know who you are.

That few moments exchanged between us 2 let me describe :

Interesting :
in·ter·est·ing - Pronunciation key
–adjective

1.	engaging or exciting and holding the attention or curiosity: an interesting book.

2.	arousing a feeling of interest: an interesting face.

Why do i say that? Reasons being :

• She has got a relatively deep voice
• She showed a tiny little bit of interest in my drink which i thought kicked ass
• She drank my kicked ass drink called Dan Than Den Then?
  
• She wears this brightness-like-sun smile on her face
  
• She left as soon as i was about to ask her what she was doing in school
  

155 pax today.. Managed them all.

Oh yeah.

jai guru deva om.

Thank you guru deva - the beatles.

Teresa told me this particularly hard-to-please table-but-somehow-managed-to-customers were today's mystery guests.
It was damn fun yet frustrating talking to them.
Not because the girl is kinda hot but....

" hi ladies, how bout i suggest a couple of tequila shots to round off your exciting night? " " we're actually getting a little sleepy.. do you serve pillow shots instead? "


ha.


This puts the t in tranquility...

Got no vision to your sight?

Sad to hear a couple of the guys at work talking thrash about a fellow colleague who admits he is gay.

Like come on la we're friggin colleagues man. If we can't count on each other or even respect each other then it's f*cking bullshit if you wanna pretend like nothing has ever happened infront of everyone after all that thrash talk.

I stood up and defended that friend of mine. Not that i'm proud of it but i mean, if no one's gonna help him say something who will? Shit man, I mean so what if he's gay? Does that make him dangerous? Please man. Should you view him in such negative light is just so goddamn immature. Why not applaud his courage to come out of the closet and show him all the respect for his decision in heading for a different direction?

It's really saddening to know that although people have got sight, some are just unable to look at the right things.
Like what Blood of Abraham sings in ' Calling all Citizens '

Got no vision to your sight.

Juicy oh..

Met up with the guys at tanglin cc today at 230 was supposed to do so at 2 but the magical charms of ron's xbox reeled me deep into the console gaming addictive world cos i stayed over his place the night before. Damn that was good.

Its been so damn long since i held a damn badminton racket and it feels weird wielding it and swinging plenty of funky moves with it destroying oppositions in my way. After badmintoning we moved the hell out of malcolm road and took a bus down to fareast bidding farewell to Kwai and Olive oil then after we reached, liyan.

Jeremy and i arrived at American Club with the intention to rock the gym and to a certain degree we did. Thank god i managed to finish doing my chest workout bench-pressing a truck in the process and blasted the 1000 kg dumb bells with my herculean strength while Jeremy does his crazy-i-have-no-idea shit.

Soon after we met yann up at Shaw House it was the start of a journey that will inevitably eat away my resilience to defend the very essentials of Dan the man : Money
It's funny how the both of them got along well enough to make it seem as though they've already met many times. Probably cos i'm that very good middleman? Maybe not.

We bus-ed down to robertson quay on bus 143 and Gallery Hotel, we searched high and low for was finally soon to be in our sight.
Our mission? To find one of this damn good ramen shop named Miharu and bingo.

Their ramen kicked ass and we were perpetually floating on cloud nine sinking our perfect-set-of-beautiful teeth into those QQ chewy ramen mmmmmm... Nice.
Busted 25 bucks arggh..

Reason why i named this entry: Juicy oh... Reason being. . Fat juicy japanese red grapes.

It's like the same grape you find in any vineyard but these babies can set you back $69.90 for one box of it or $19.90 for a smaller packet of it. The size of it is comparable to a human testicle infected with tumor but i won't go too far in depth on that.

Jeremy being the nice guy offered yann and i altogether 3 grapes each after he purchased a packet of it and the 1st bite i bloody hell tell you..

was damn magical.

Imagine floating on air and flowing through different melodies of coldplay, lifting your soul up to the gates of heaven even though we all know that is called, outer space.

There were hints of red wine to it that brought along sourness and yet imparting sweetness through it's delicious mouthwatering juices at the same time when all these wonderful flavours collide. The saleswoman said it is bound to have 'stuckinyourmemoryforever' effect and trust me, it did. Time to treat me like a king and i might drop a packet at your birthdays hoohoo.

Oh yah, good fun guys!

The Tongue That Screamed In Silence

Shit man while having break today at work rang up Siangwei who was with the smokers at Funan to get me the 'hot taohueychui' from jollybean and ho ho guess what i got.

I popped the straw in and started drinking at the top portion slowly to check if it's of any danger and it was comfortably warm which is good.

However moments later, i pushed the dangling straw into the bottom of it and soon sucked a whole mouthful of... hot larva burning soymilk. Bad move.

My friggin tongue started changing in terms of the way it feels in my mouth. Tongue is supposed to feel smooth and everything nice but that 10000 degree celsius of magma one way or another distingrated my ' TONGUE CELLS ' and until now feels funny not in the hahaha sense but in the bad way sense.

In the evening, Dad took me to this really cool looking sichuan restaurant at good wood park hotel and beauty was all that i beheld. The whole hotel got a revamp and it really is so so much better looking now with its gignornomous main door and blah blah stuff.

Spotted a couple of angmohs dining in ordering a couple bottles of wines and i managed to cast my glance upon their Chianti Classico nice Italian Wine. That's what i'm told by Mr Loh back in school. So yeah.

Damn you funny feeling tongue, couldn't enjoy dinner.

Oh yes and did i mention i'll be entering the student's category cocktail making competition nationwide?

the wrath of lua.

Lua.

Oh yes. That surname strikes fear into the hearts of many.

If you hadn't noticed yet, this is written in contradictory terms meaning ... I shall not even explain.

I missed the morning briefing at 7 a.m today and got quite a bit from the MAN-HIMSELF, the one that inspires children of the future generation to grow up one day in the hopes of becoming like him. He is..

Mr Clarence Lua.

As if being late for an hour isn't that bad. Ah Seng, Siang wei the brothers of doom soon arrived and it made me feel worthy as a person for that bit of time and left me lying comfortably on my emotional cushion knowing i'm not as late as them.

It was so much fun today it's not even funny. I seriously have never ever in my bloody whole entire existence till today laughed so hard and it was all thanks to the joke of the month : James

Reason being he stinks. As in literally man.

Into operation hours, weiming,sheng and i were playing an asshole game. That is to play open number followed by ' oyahpeiyasom' to determine who to count from, leaving the chosen one to execute a cunning plan. And of it goes 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 * boom * I felt the impact of the hiroshima bombing.

I had to shudder the heavy responsibilities of a man and go straight into James face to inflict pain through truth and officially rank him as General Smelly which is of course the irony of it all human nature especially mine because i'm just not suited to be an asshole.. Ha.

Ok i shall just summarise the whole day like i had never done so since blogging :

• In a demonstration of authority in the hopes of creating that white knight in a shining armor impression to the new students in-charge, Lua shouted at the afternoon shift peeps

• Had lunch at NewyorkNewyork with the guys at work

• Destroyed weiming and david in pool at the restaurant
  

• Conformed to the magnetic attractions of gatsby rubber and their 'stuckinyouhead' marketing magics ( i.... can give u... gatsby )

• Toured citylink with weiming the bitch in the hopes of finding his cinderella new black shoes

• Had dinner with the man i look up to: Dad

• Got scolded stupid and lazy by Dad
  

• Had my takeaway satays ravaged by Mom

Yah thats about it.

Title?

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7-7-7 bingo.

ohh 166.

Oh yes i am dedicating this whole post to SBS bus 166.

For the past 2 weeks that i've been attached to Charcoal at the treasury building, i've always been taking bus 851 down to work but miraculously, fate perhaps destiny has brought me together with.... 166.

I spent every minute in the bus no wait , every second thinking how lucky i am to be sitting on the top of the double decker just next to a enormously huge piece of nose booga that was smeared right across the window.

What a sight.

Let me compare and contrast the 2 different buses.

851 vs 166

851 no chiobu
166 also no chiobu.

851 no nose booga
166 bingo.

851 smells bad.
166 smells not so bad.

after 3 rounds of evaluation, a unanimous decision has been brought upon the understanding that after fierce competition between these 2 bus companies. 166 of SBS emerge victorious.

Bravo, keep up the good work SBS.

ahh..

ahhhh..

good song.

success always begins with a thought.

I was wondering. What i would get for my family when i've made enough money to repay them in physical faith.

i was thinking..











Porsche 911 - Dad
this has always been pa's lifelong baby and we've even gotten him a small replica.
Aston Martin - Mama
bet she loves this retro-looking beauty.

Mini Cooper - Dan
Like what Austin Power's dad like to say: it's not the size that matters, it's how you use it.

Lexus - Ah ling
Big sis loves to drive down to San Franciso, here and there. This kick-ass black lexus will rock her world.
Volkswagen Beetle - Ah Mun
Typical chic car for the typical spg.


Success here i come !

coolios.

It was pretty much a last minute affair.

We made our trip down to Marina Mandarin for our wine tasting session organised by Wolf Blass Oh yeah the one with the big eagle on its label. cool stuff.

I think we pissed the presenter off quite bad cos Olivia and Sheng were dozing off right under that German presenter's nose and it was rather funny in a sad way. For him that is.

4 glasses of whites, 5 glasses of reds. All neatly placed.
2006 Eden Valley Riesling Gold Label rocked it good.

The Cabernet Sauvignon pissed me off real bad, perhaps it's just not meant for small kids like me who prefer it all smooth and light.

Charcoal's really fun. Well that is if you compare it with watching a flabbied-arm granny go 12 rounds with a sandbag, it's rather exciting actually.

Courage with yet another capital C.

This post is dedicated to Sarah Lee.
Yes Sarah lee of DHM 0706 ' C '
I want to say she's the bomb.
Not literally actually.

Thank you very so friggin much sarah lee thank you killiney angel.

Hehehehehehe with a big H.

Spread butter onto the aluminum foil. Spread a bloodied slice of beef. Spill chilli sauce onto it and viola!

put a bunch of crazy mtfers together + clear sandy beaches+ tioman = helluva good time.

Confirmed. Yes we're slated to be stepping on the beach of tioman. ETA 96 hours from now.
O yes to be precise , next Monday woohoo!

This is so gonna burn a hole in my already burnt pocket ahhhh!
Frikkk but who cares? Now ima have fun overshadow my worries o yeah.



oh yah just had steamboat at marina south. Good smoky fun guys.

home, alone and out of love.

i guess the title pretty much suggest it all. ahhhh frik.

Exam's over + holidays = no getting up early. no dp. no smashing of my super-loud alarm clock .

Initial choice of celebration? Carol's pub. There lies a 3/4 bottle of Chivas brought forward from the previous visit when we celebrated Sarah lee's birthday.
I don't drink hard liquor but just having fun with a bunch of post-exam-syndrome-hit kids sounds pretty cool.

Unfortunately all that changed after catching 5 episodes of GTO - great teacher onizuka animated series. It was all decided that I'm going to sit my skinny ass on the sofa indulging on my $29.90 DVD i got the day before at IMM where i had pepper lunch with the incredible trio - Val my pal, Don the Indian mafia, Jeremy the cow.


im just a curbside prophet with my hands in my pocket and im waiting for my rocket to come. pretty random.

sorry val and company :(


o btw, GTO is the bomb. No really. I'm serious.

odds of getting even?

Just returned back from town. Was supposed to hit the books with the guys at Heeren Spinelli but frikkin' ended up in a trip down to rochor road for tauhuey then a damn show back at cine.

Caught Oceans 13 with jem the tall mtfer and sheng the ever-horny dick and trust me the show revolutionised the meaning of smart. Try robbing 500 mill off a casino in 3.5 minutes. How cool is that?

I guess the appeal of the movie is based on its cast which comprises of many high profile mtfers like clooney, pitt, damon, bernie mac, alpacino , andy garcia and the list continues of course.

Please catch this show on behalf of humanity and the very intelligence that holds true to your head.

and did i mention that the Principles of Cooking paper's gonna start in 10 hours?

time check : 3:59 a.m

its funny don't you think so?

Thursday, i received what i considered the biggest of slap in my face ever during my time in shatec,
somewhat comparable with having to be forced to sit on a wooden chair, strapped onto a seatbelt which you can never get out off and a psycho lunatic killer demanding you drink his pee or he'll remove your genitals.

This psycho by the way, is Jeremy.

In what started out as just a meal between the 4 handsome brothers of shatec - don, tiefang, jeremy and me of cos.
soon turned interesting.

Thankfully for Jeremy aka tallman, he lectured me right on the spot about that night which made me think deep into my conscience. A conscience that I've not connected with for quite awhile.

It was about this theme party that we held with our family members as guests.

During the planning for the event, i opted to be the entertainment head, to be part of the committee which spearheads the entire planning of the event.


let me summarise the whole thing. i was incompetent.

while dining at MOS burger, we were discussing about incompetencies of the various people and oh yea, my friggin name was brought to the attention. Ouch trust me it hurts, like mike Tyson delivering the K.O punch into my bloody face. Let me change it, its more like Mike Tyson punching my face but the after feel of it is actually pretty good.

This however in short is called criticism. But what he said was true enough though. Probably i'm still going through a learning phase. i prefer not to list out the details of my incompetencies so as not to taint the image of a perfect gentleman of dan the man. His immaculate teachings helped open a new dimension in my thoughts. I still have tons to learn.


i love sitting in mos burger just conversing through the night away with shatecies without any concern for time as it flies by us. it certainly added a whole new meaning to mos burger in my eyes from now on. I have oh-so painfully laid out my feminine side onto the dining table. Enjoy the free emotional buffet.

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