Sunday was Kim’s birthday. She wasn’t gonna organize anything at first but thanks to Bang, our regular nice guy, she had a party at Home club with lotsa booze, friends, and yea, booze.

Craziness ensued. Chaos reigned. Mariah Carey popped by. And I got knocked out by the end of the night. Bang said the mark of a good party is a guy holding his head over the toilet bowl at the end of the night haha cheebai.

Applied for an internship at HBO asia’s PR dept. Hopefully I’ll get it and start in August. Even if it’s not paid (but I hope it is), HBO on my resume will look very good indeed cos these days educational papers don’t mean shit. They open the door for you but work experience gets you in. So yea, I’m crossing my fingers.

Yesterday I had to act as an angry bouncer for channel 5's telemovie hahaha. we'll see how that goes. bad thing is i looked like a mat bouncer. bleh.

My friend Derryn Wong who writes for a car magazine both online and in print has been churning out stories on cars and stuff. test driving minis, 7series and what have you. i know guys that's the life right? well it just got better cos his latest write up involved mitsubishi i's facelift and an interview with its ambassador jaymee ong. well done buddy!! you lucky bastard. hahaha

here's the link: Derryn cheehong Jaymee Ong

Photos from the trip and the party are up. Take care folks. Stay happy. Good night.

Baby Cheller I miss you terribly.

Last Monday, my dad and me embarked on a journey back to Japan for, as many as you all know, the filming of Channel News Asia’s “The Road Home”. It’s a 5 episode documentary featuring Singaporeans tracing their roots back to several asian countries namely China, India, Indonesia, Thailand and for yours truly, Japan.

I must say none of this would have been possible without the heads up given to me by my good friend Bang. I wasn’t really keen on it at first because I thought it would have been a hassle (for some reason) but I’m glad I did it. I always knew I had an interesting past but my dad was never the sort who treasured his roots. He wasn’t a big fan of Japanese culture anyway. To him, he’s Japanese and that’s it. He’s more interested in German philosophy and seafood fried rice than tea ceremonies. His general disinterest, coupled with the fact that frequent trips back to Japan are almost impossible due to monetary constraints have hampered my attempts at finding out more about my ancestral roots and the culture that makes up half of me. Until now.

The focus of my episode was to follow my discovery of my warrior class ancestors. They were samurai during the Tokugawa era. I wanted to find out who they were, what significance they held and how they contributed to the bustling county of Mito some two to three hundred years back. Also I wanted to find out more about the family sword which had been passed down through generations. Like how fucking cool lah. Lastly, since my uncle and myself are judoka, we were to have a sparring match to sort of emphasize the family bond and stuff.

I can’t even begin to put in words the feeling I had throughout. I found out that the sword was actually forged by an Ichige from 8 generations back. He was personally appointed as an official sword smith by Tokugawa in Mito. That would make the blade I had in my hands about 200 years old. The curator offered to remove the blade from its hilt where we could see if it was really an Ichige who made it but alas it was too tight and wouldn’t budge. Maybe the time hasn’t come for me to know just yet but I am convinced, and so is my uncle who did the research, that it is ours.

We went to this place called Kodokan Samurai Museum where I learnt so much about who the samurai were in real life, how they weren’t just fighting machines so well versed in martial combat but also gentlemen who worked and studied to make themselves better citizens in life. They devoted their lives to the service of the shogun and to the society they lived in. I learnt of how they suffered when there were no wars to fight and how they lost themselves to an eventual rule of a government that was ungrateful of all that they had contributed to society. But still they live on, their codes of honour as well as their respectable ways of life are seen in many aspects of modern Japan. Bushido is very much a part of me as well. I mean we know of samurai as these cool warriors being romanticized by the mass media in general, but how many people can claim to know them or better yet have warrior blood running through their veins? I’m just so blessed and fortunate to be able to say so. It’s crazy. It’s surreal. It’s just out of this world.

The opportunity for me to spar with my uncle was fantastic. He was a judoka back in his high school days and is the same grade as I am now except he hadn’t practiced the art in ages. He even lost his original uniform and had to find another one. It was so heartening and encouraging to know how he approves of and supports my efforts at learning Judo. My dad said that my uncle’s so proud of me. : ) We took it slow, the fight… I didn’t wanna break any of his bones you see. And as if adding icing on the already cavity causing cake, the 7^th grade black belt sensei there, Mr Iijima told my dad (not that I’m bragging) that by Japanese standards I should be a black belt already and encouraged me to get it soon, and that under a good coach I could be a very strong player! ARGHHHHHH. I wanted to cry…and almost did when he gave me a set of his personal Judo uniform as a gift. FUCK! Think the next time I go back there I’ll train there…for sure man. God. It’s like a dream come true. The sad truth is in Singapore it’s so hard to spend a lot of time on sports and thus I can only pray I can live up to my uncle’s and Iijima sensei’s expectations.

Anyway, I reckon I’ll regard Japan as my “motherland” from now on. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’d die for Singapore should the need arise but all this time in my life I had to struggle to know myself, to know who I am and my identity finally I suppose has been found, in Japan. I decided I’m gonna live a better life now, and be a better man in honour of my past, my samurai ancestors. Perhaps you could call it a rebirth. What my future holds for me I’m not sure, but a new page has definitely been turned, a new chapter begun. With my graduation and eventual employment I want to really live my live to the fullest. Cheesy line? Well too bad. It’s true.

Thank you to Bang. Thank you to the director David Suen and Moving Visuals Co. Thanks to the crazy crew there, Jane, Steffen and Tani san, without whom the filming would not have gone through. Thank you to the tour organizer Nishiguchi san. Thank you to Iijima sensei for such hospitality and generosity. And of course thank you to my friends, family and my boo Andrea who have been so supportive of me.

Some of the people on the list might never read this blog but I love you all.

for being the best retarded movie ever. and maybe blades of glory should come in second.

these two movies have been the highlight of my popcorn munching experience in the past month.

is it me or is there something off about multiply? like font n layout n stuff?

ahh yes. after much persuasion or rather some clarification, my dad managed to grab 4 days' worth of leave! see he originally thought i said 2nd AND 3rd week of july when i actually said 2nd OR 3rd week of july. poor old man's been losing his hearing ever since his first taste of satay. (he chomped down 40 sticks when he first came to singapore)

anyways, we should be flying off on the 15th and come back on the 19th. or in any other combination within that window. both david and jyn pin ( the director and his assistant respectively) were stoked... "oh my god i think your episode is gonna be the most interesting one man!" i hope so dude. i'd hate to have an anti climax on national television. summer in japan. that'll be a first for me. : )

my sister's throwing tantrums cos she absolutely loves japan and has only been back once. if i had a choice i'd say she needs more of a root finding than me. haha. but well...2 tickets only all expenses paid and it's me and daddy of course. it is after all, his family we're talking about.

nana's pre wedding celebration at homeclub tomorrow. another night of frunk....hahaha did i just say FRUNK? i meant drunk la amigos... drunk dungeonites.  the lame freestyling from kenny the chigga, the loud profanities from the ahbeng in disguise pontack, and a shrill american accent ever so crisp from dezzie wong cos like he doesn't drink so never slurs and yea well you get my point.

i actually ran for real today. none of that bullshit run abit to warm up before weights thing. i did a certain rather embarrassing distance in good form man. haha. i won't declare the mileage until it's respectable. i might run again tomorrow if i can wake up early. for now, it's bedtime kids. finish your glass of milk. good night.

1. Name someone who made you smile today.
~ mishell wan

2. What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?
~ sleeping

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
~ talking to someone from dream forest productions.

4. What is something that happened to you in 1990?
~ become class monitor leh

5. What is the last thing you said aloud?
~ yea dad we're gonna be on tv.

6. How many different things did you drink today?
~ water. whey. i guess that's 2.

7. What color is your hairbrush?
~ do i look like chaz michael michaels?

8. What was the last thing you bought?
~ fried rice.

9. Who was the last person you kissed?
~ mishell wan back in feb.

10. What color is your front door?
~ oak. brown. wood?

11. Where do you keep your change?
~ everywhere

12. What's the weather like today?
~ i'm in singapore. go figure...

13. What is the best ice cream flavor?
~ black sesame perhaps.

14. What is something you are excited about?
~ going to japan for free! hahaha

15. When was the last rainbow you saw?
~ in a kid's storybook last week.

16. What size shoes do you wear?
~ US 9-10

18. Are you random?
~ i can be.

19. Do you want to cut your hair?
~ not right now.

21. Do you talk a lot?
~ sometimes.

23. Does your screen name have an "x" in it?
~ huh?

24. Do you know anyone named Steven?
~ i think there was this guy i climbed with....

26. Are you ticklish?
~ nope!

27. Are you typically a jealous person?
~ maybe haha...

28. Name someone whose name starts with the letter "R":
~ RAMBO!!!

29. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter "M":
~ Melvin the preditor.

30. Who's the 1st person on your received calls list?
~ soo li...my management group mate dno what she want i didn't pick up.

31. What did the last text message you received say?
~ no worries settled  the issue thanks! - soo li

32. Do you chew on your straws?
~ sometimes.

33. Do you have curly hair?
~ no

34. What is the next concert you're going to?
~ ronin's last gig with the current line up. on sat i think.

35. Whats your favorite color?
~ black?

37. What is something you say a lot today?
~ in my head....i say i'm hungry alot.

38. What is the last thing you ate?
~ cold tofu with katsuo flakes and japanese salad dressing

39. Have you seen the movie "Donnie Darko"?
~ no

40. Do you have work tomorrow?
~ no

41. Is marriage in your future?
~ yes. :)

42. When was the last time you said "I love you."?
~ a few hours ago on msn with the baby.

43. What should you be doing right now?
~ rolling with jeremy but no training for me today cos i strained my back muscles.

44. Do you have a nickname?
~ dunno....it's all up to my weird friends

45. Are you a heavy sleeper?
~ i guess.

46. When was the last time you used a skateboard?
~ sec 4.

47. What is the best movie you've seen in the past two weeks?
~ ocean's 13.

51. Did you cry today?
~ no

52. Do you like someone right now?
~ yehs.

53. Are you currently playing any sports?
~ judo.

55. Last time you listened to music?
~ guster's i hope tomorrow is like today a couple of hours ago.

56. Last time you watched tv?
~few hours ago just to see what was on.

57. Do you miss someone right now?
~ yes. alot. : (

58. What are you doing at this very moment?
~ this survey lah.

59. Who is the last person you talked on the phone with?
~ forgot her name but was someone from dream forest productions.

60. Are any of your friends going to fill this out?
~ they might if they got jack shit to do.

Bang forwarded an email to me the other day and it was some sort of a casting call for japanese, nepali, koreans who were born in singapore and want to trace their roots back to their respective "home-land". i kinda hesitated at first but then bang was like "fuck you free holiday lah cheebai!"

oh alright alright...

i replied to the mail and the director for the documentary called me the following night to schedule a meeting. that was quick! so i met this david suen fella from dream forest at paragon and after talking n stuff he was fucking excited to put me in the show cos i told him how my ancestors were samurai, how my uncle and me are judoka and wanna visit the kodokan, how my dad left japan pursuing a non japanese life but ironically i want to return there and find my roots. worthy of the ratings i must say.

mediacorp okay-ed the thing

and then my dad said he can't take leave. wahlao upset...

not even for a few days to appear on tv for the first time in his life back in his home country with his son. sigh. i kinda expected it. he works like a dog and almost never takes leave. actually no...never. the job aint 9-5. it's 8am - 9/10/11 pm kinda thing. he's 54 and they're treating him like dirt. i just don't say anything cos he still has that old japanese mindset you're in with your job til you drop. and everyday has to be given your best. sigh.

my mom won't go.

my sis just started sch my mom won't let her go.

so either i waste one ticket. and go there alone and like my japanese not say very kilat. fuck

or i don't go at all and say sorry mediacorp too bad.

sian...

thanks for the condolences over the loss of my wallet everyone...

you know fuz. the karma shit does work.

i got me wallet back. intact.

this aussie guy called me 3 days after the incident. "helloi is thys mr terald isyamie?? i've got your wallet"

hahaha. so yea apparently i dropped it after breakfast at macs that drunken night. this guy who lives at the sterling which is a stone's throw from the KAP mcdonald's picked it up and whistled out to me. of course i couldn't hear it. and he said he's too old to have run after me.

sure enough this guy is pissing dust. he's like 60 or 70. (i met him at his place to pick my wallet up) and he has a wife a third his age lah! geez these angmohs and their spg girls. tsk tsk. then again he's a nice old man. so whatever rocks your grey socks i say.

there is hope for (australian) humanity yet. can't say the same for singapore yet though.

... I LOST MY FUCKING WALLET.

honesty is the best policy. though in boy george's case, being honest in trying to be a woman when you're actually a man might not be the best thing to do. at least in the eyes of the Lee family. haha.

anyway. i was talking to chelle about the weight that good intentions carry in singaporean society today. and we realised that it ain't much. it probably boils down to that kiasu kiasi (scared lose scared die) streak in us that perhaps prevents us from doing much good even when a very apparent situation warrants for it from time to time. we hesitate to do it. if it happens to us on the reverse end, we hesitate to let the emotions flow and be ever so thankful. we act cool, mumble a quick thank you and it's a mad rush toward squeezing onto the crowded train during peak hours. if it doesn't happen to us, we curse and swear. i mean how many people that you know off have cursed and sworn at taxi drivers who never return cellphones, wallets, or that brand new pair of shoes that they carelessly left behind in the first place? pause. think. and then count how many people have indeed gotten back their stuff but failed to display due gratitude?

the thing is i'm not saying the latter situation NEVER happens. kimu once raved about how she got her phone back from the cab company and boy was she thankful. but she also admitted it was a pleasant surprise. honesty it seems gave up on us and went off into exile amongst the yetis and the loch ness monsters. people think they exist, but not many know for sure. ditto with honesty. so when someone comes up to cnn now and then to provide photographic evidence of bigfoot, the world is surprised.

it's sad. but it's the honest truth. i picked up this guy's wallet in the bus about 2 weeks ago. found his identity card inside. i thought fuck this let's pretend i didn't see shit. funny thing is, i had this knawing sensation inside telling me fuck i was raised better than this. not well enough to not take the money inside had there been any i guess, *sniggers* but there wasn't any cash, so dammit i decided to be a kind soul. found his identity card inside so i mailed the thing back to the guy. only did it today though cos i got too lazy to trudge down to the post office haha. but i still did it ok! better late than never right? spent a dollar fifty on the postage but maybe that's a small price to pay in the name of goodwill. goodwill that's flailing in today's "I" society.

he'll never know who it was. he'd probably be thinking "cheebai i make new ic, cancel my atm card then i get this back kanina waste my time," as opposed to "whoa cheebai sibeh heng ah thank you thank you whoever it is ah...nabeh cheebai woohoo". but i don't really care. i'd like to think i made a small difference in the monotony of the singaporean heat. good karma? maybe. but if you're gonna do good then it should never come with expectations of returns. do it cos it'll make someone, somewhere happy. call me an idealistic son of a bitch.

take care you guys.

oh and by the way i was just kidding about taking the money. i would've returned everything, lock stock and barrel even if there were yusof ishaks in there. i'm serious lahhh!!

those are the words on my brand new shaker bottle from nutrifirst. and it seems that was what the gym instructor at hilton was trying to tell me today, albeit in a hushed and politically correct manner.

you see, the gym boys have recently shifted our testosterone filled workouts from The Pines (bang has membership there), to the hilton hotel gym (very atas ah? actually no julia gabriels staff get to work out there for free so we sign the rest of the boys in.) everything was fine until we recently started on this thing called High Intensity Training or HIT for short.

in essence, the HIT workout demands that you pack heavy weights so you can only do a few reps, say 6 - 8 at very slow speeds (4-5 seconds up and 4-5 seconds down) which at the end of, you reach muscle failure. that's when everything goes numb and you cannot, for the life of you dish out another repetition. HIT encompasses all muscle groups, all exercises, everything. one set. max out and that's it. believe me, it's hell. all you can do is collapse onto a bench or worse still on the floor. according to its founder, Arthur Jones - inventor of the nautilus equipment - if you like doing an exercise, chances are you're doing it wrong. this fella has gone out of his way in research and development in the field of weight training and bodybuilding to prove conventional mainstream techniques and various training schools wrong. in fact, these low rep, less frequent, but vein popping routines are a sure way and probably the best way to build big and strong muscles...fast. tested and proven with people like casey viator, the mentzer brothers and others.

so how does this link back to the topic at hand? well like i said, performing HIT is hell. we grunt, scream, make faces as we feel tendons burn and veins bulge after only 4 reps. and to reach failure in each exercise from 5 guys at the same time, results in the enclosed gym filled with eyebrow raising sounds. let's just say it's not pretty to the ears of international guests wanting to just cycle or yoga their wimp asses in the gym. so when the guy came up to us, or to be more accurate, when he came up to me and told me to try and tone down, i felt insulted. i felt discriminated against. i mean it's a damn gym not a library. but okay we decided to lower the volume of our mating calls. (actually HIT tells us to not make faces and such cos you waste energy...but fuck you try it and tell me it's easy.)

i decided to shut it. at the risk of internal injury i held my breath. i tensed every fucking muscle up without a squeak. and then the guy comes up again and asks if we were into bodybuilding. one or two of us are... personally i just want a bigger frame, but nice and balanced. not arnold schwarzenegger big but big enough. (fyi arnold tried out HIT and couldn't take it...puked after one training and went home to austria)so my friend said yea we wanna build muscle. our HIT training manual was on the floor and the guy was like oh you're following the book? and we were like yea. he picks it up and the moment he sees the word HIT his eyes lit up and smiled and said "no wonder lahh!" no wonder we were making so much noise. the dude used to be under the nautilus company, trained under arthur jones himself and shit. and we were like what the fuck? what a fucking cool coincidence. at this point in time all disdain for this prick dissipated. so he checked our workouts, told us nostalgic stories, reaffirmed the effectiveness of this regime and helped us along. it's not often you get a gym instructor certify your workout, tell you you're on the right track and furthermore was once a HIT trainee himself. wow.

i've been on HIT for one week now and with daily intakes of whey protein and huge meals, results are showing. slight, cos it's still so early but showing nonetheless. it's mindblowing mate. before we left the instructor said we got him all excited about HIT after so long that he went to his desk to dig up his HIT book. fucking old school paperback piece complete with yellowed, freckled pages. in the end he turned out to be a nice fella. that don't mean i like him. but we're looking forward to seeing him on our wednesday session.

HIT's something serious gym goers should experiment with. if you can take it, good. if not, better still. it's not for everybody...that much i admit, but if you're man (or woman) enough to pick up the challenge, go for it. google it, youtube it if you're interested. split routines, high sets and reps, daily workouts aren't all wrong, but i think i prefer this method better. to each his own i say.

in the meantime, i'm gonna go rest.

"Lightweight baby!!" - ronnie coleman.

when the fuck is this phone coming out? it's been "upcoming" since edward zander's momma learnt to walk dammit.

you know since i ended school (double entendre intended), i've had alot of time but very little money on my hands. the time has allowed me to work out regularly at the gym, start judo training again, go for birthday parties and getting smashed without worrying about assignments and essays at the back of my head. but the flurry of activity has in fact drained my expenses. ironically though, being broke at this time of my life doesn't quite qualify as shit hitting the fan just yet. why? because for the first time in my life, i daresay i'm feeling happy. not awfully elated but just plain old happy.

i think it started when i got the results for one of my essays back and it was a pretty good one (as mentioned in a recent entry). it was with that A grade that i felt this huge pressure on my shoulders being lifted off gradually. even as i burned the damn midnight oil for the final exams, deep down i wasn't as anxious and worried as i thought i'd be considering it was my last exams and final chance at making things right in order for me to wear that square top-hat come july. i finished my paperswith a bang. a good paper. not easy but good nonetheless. and that just set me in the right mood following a symbolic end of 15 years of education in singapore.

academic achievement aside i've got this buncha great friends from school, three of which were from the same junior college i was from. and that pretty much is what laid the foundation for the cameraderie that we have today. they've been with me through times that fucked me up good and man am i thankful for them. the other guys that basically make up the dungeon/gym gang's just so much fun to be with that i think the laughs that i get when i hang with them contribute alot to my current happiness. they're so retarded you gotta love 'em.

jobs. well i've decided i'm not gonna dive straight into a full time job in, say, advertising or something cos if i'm not like cut out for the industry then i'm fucked right? so the best alternative would be to intern in a particular field for a bit and get into the groove. i've applied for advertising and promotions internship at Home club and today i applied for PR internship at Huntington. The latter got back to me and lo and behold i gotta head down for an interview tomorrow. Thanks for like the advice and encouragement Jolynn. (oh jolynn is chelle's friend and she's a senior consultant at huntington)

i've cut my smoking down to 3-4 sticks a day. sometimes 1-2, sometimes none. (okay don't talk about party nights cos yea ... erm. yea. you get it.) and i jot down the number in my diary everyday and it seems to help. i've quit coffee. and these 2 developments in my life have made me feel better physically. for real.

most important of all i got this girl named michelle andrea who's studying in melbourne right now. although she's like so far away i'm just loving her like crazy. and come july it's gonna be 3 years with her man. i just can't wait for her to be back either at the end of the year or next feb. i love you baby girl.

there be alot more minute details on why i feel happy, why i wake up feeling great in the mornings (or late afternoons), but this is like the main gist of it all. yea. i hope evrything continues well and gets better starting with the interview tomorrow morning. *crosses fingers*

well i guess that's all for tonight. i gotta go read up on the company and how to write a damn press release now.

adios amigos.

my final exams ended with a blast last friday. i was kinda worried it was gonna be a hard paper since the other two that week were preetty good. not easy, but good. i guess i'm a little superstitious. i hate to use the words "easy" or "no sweat" when it comes to exam papers and such. cos i somehow know it's gonna come around and bite me in the ass like it did in primary 2. mom: "how was the paper?" boy terald: "aiyah easy like anything lah!" mom: "oh?" and it fucking turns out i borderlined the paper hahahaha. shit.
but anyway, no the shakespeare paper wasn't a killer... neither was it a blow-off. it was just nice for me to jump up and say GOONIGOOGOO (cross refer to eddie murphy's stand up performance....it's sorta become one of my favourite no point words) at the end of the paper and feel satisfied that I had done my best. and i guess another factor that boosted my mood a little was the shakespeare essay result. remember in my previous journal entry i was talking about how the lecturers were pissed off n stuff. so i really thought i was gonna flunk this right? i got a freggin A - lah cheebai! my first A for any essay whatsoever in nus balls. that's damn cool right guys? right? err guys?

so i finished the paper and decided to head down to the gym that afternoon because i'd already taken a week off from work outs and i was beginning to see the effects man. damn flab n shrinkage in all the right places. gym addiction. it happens to the best of us i guess. then the boys and i proceeded to pig out at sakae sushi and then went backto al's room and drank there as a sort of farewell to the room i guess.

next day saturday i had work ad after work we was all psyched up for a celebration at night. head out to homeclub to get mabok first then move on somewhere else. my nose acted up the whole of saturday. blocked/irritated/runny....you name it. fuck. i took 2 panadol flu tablets at 4. had some beer at 6ish. went home. took 1 clarinase and slept. woke up at 9 felt like a million bucks so i went out. drinking was fine ... was a little tired but nothing serious. throat a little scratchy....nothing serious. after 2 or 3 jugs of asahi i decided to have one whiskey dry. and then we set off to "somewhere near" MOS. then again we all knew and silently agreed we'd be heading to MOS. luckily free cheebai. then went to check out clinic since we never saw it before. man was it weird. you're either forced to dance or drink. you turn right it's the circular dance floor so no hiding in A CORNER then you turn left it's the narrow bar area. you don't wanna drink but you're so close to the bartender it's uncomfortable. then there be these skanks dressed as slutty nurses. not your average pilipino sgh nurses but those pornstar status type...cept they dont have the right amount of goods to carry the look off. urgh. "HALLO GUYS YOU WANT SHOTS? (shots of some funny drinks served from a syringe they go up close to the relenting male and shoot the mixture down his throat...their take on kinky.) BERY NICE ONE ACKCHERLLY SUMTING LIKE SEX ON THE BITCH LYDAT. REALLY? DOWAN? *pout pout* WHY? OK LOR HAVE FUN THEN! BYEBYE"

then i started to feel sick. not like from the ahlian nurse but actually sick sick. in good sense we left clinic and headed back to MOS. my world was spinning by then not from alcohol but from something else. something i had not felt in a long time. we ended up at the bar outside pure. overlooking the mass of gyrating wriggling spasming crowd below. no seats. i squatted. bang and al were like oh oh. i walked up to bang and proceeded to aim my forehead for his right forearm. at first he was like wtf. then he understood and told yes shit you have the fucking fever. NOOO!!!!!!

tried to puke. did. felt slightly better. moments later al touched my head and said it was freggin hot. the boys finished their drinks and decided to pop by cafe del mar. so i cabbed home. next day fucking hell stuck in bed whole fucking day. took my temperature at night was 39.1 cool. so sunday home. yesterday home. today home. feeling ABIT better but still waves of headache hitting me ... headache which originated from the feverwhich has since dropped to sane levels of 37.9 - 38-3. cough getting worse. flu's manageable thought which is good so i can fucking breathe. another reason why i know i'm feeling like shit now is because i have involuntarily inducted myself into the cold turkey treatment for ciggies and coffee. ooooowwweeeeeeee!! everyday i have to have my morning kopi o and a cigarette. then through out the day smoke smoke smoke and then reinforcements from kopi c peng in the late afternoon. this routine was so much more intensified during the essay writing and exam mugging period. sigh. all the sleepless nights n stress n shit finally leaving its mark according to chelleywelley.

ok got tired just from typing this entry. gonna go lie down. bye guys.

i just got my second last paper over and done with and then i got shakespeare on friday and i'm done. like 15 years of formal s'pore education will be over. it's gonna be such an emotional moment... NOT.

anyway i'm a LEETLE bit worried for the shakespeare paper cos like there're rumours goin around tt the lecturers are pissed. not all our term assignments are marked and so a few kan chiong spiders were like pestering one of the lecturers and he was telling them to "back off". also our performance for it wasn't too cool and apparently this girl got her paper back and the comment at the end read "i hope this is all just a joke."

FUCK.

sigh. i just wanna pass everything and wear that square hat please? thank you.

but meanwhile, MORE akon trivia! (props to kim n yanie for starting this)

1. his father's name is Mor Thiam. akon thiam. lulu thiam. which led me to believe that this thiam family resides in ang mo kio avenue 6.

2. he speaks a language called WOLOF.

3. "In April 2007, Akon drew criticism for "dry-humping" a young girl onstage in Trinidad, as part of a fake contest. The controversy intensified when it was revealed that the girl was the 14-year-old daughter of a pastor" - wikipedia.

there you have it.

hope y'all get a kick outta this just as i fucking did. wahahahahha...

"Americans are NOT stupid"

"Let the wise and philosophic
    choose me for my wisdom's sake.
Those who joy in mirth and laughter
    choose me for the jests I make."

             - Aristophanes.

hi pals.

i'm in my lit n psychoanalysis lecture now and we just had our final quiz. 'twas better than i had anticipated man... i actually managed to pen down my thoughts, no matter how mangled they were. sorta understood what everything was about which is a far cry from the mid terms where i just sat looking at the questions going ''DOOHHHH?...what's for lunch?" well it's my worst module this semester so i'm really praying i pull my socks high up enough in time.

exams in 2 weeks. fuck.

yesterday i saw this prc thing. a female i presume, walking past me in a black n grey bumble bee style striped top, large brown checkered trousers, white n pink track shoes (those which are as bulky as heelys but like...without the wheels), and a bright flower power psychadelic pattern sling bag. i'm sorry what? i couldn't hear you over your clothes.

dammit some guy came up with a bloody 2 pin plug adapter and is making millions. i reckon i could come up with prc repellent spray or cream or something you know? meagre...but everybody needs it.

haha stefan's presenting now and he just mispronounced ejection as ejaculation. horny fuck...

oh yea dude.... today i was taking the elevator in school and there were like 8 other people in with me right? so we reached the 4th floor and we all got out. & i was standing right next to the control panel so i held the doors open. ALL 8 BITCHES AND SONS OF BITCHES ALIKE FLOATED PAST AS IF I WASN'T THERE. MOTHERFUCKER do i look like a freggin lift attendant? i may look like a Mat but Mats chauffuer ok! we don't hold lift doors open for you assholes. You think people who're kind enough to extend that courtesy to you OWE you that? what the FUCK?! JUST A SIMPLE THANK YOU PLEASE? cheebye. wahlandeh...

Kris!! what do you suppose we do to these animals? since you wrote a brilliant proposal on how to handle rude fucks?

now got this minah presenting with a fuckin american accent. what is the world coming to? like... seriously.

ok so i starved off work for the whole of last week after the infamous 3 back to back essays last last weekend. i decided to not touch work the following monday. but what was originally planned for a one day relaxation reward turned into 2....3 ... fucking 7 days! not that i'm complaining. i managed to work out quite a bit. and thus my arms and chest are getting bigger bitch! haha talk about humility. so yes soon i have to wear chelle's bra wahahahaa i'm sucha sick fuck.

anyway thursday was spent out with the boys. went to watch The Shooter with bang, al, dada and the antichrist dezzle. mark wahlberg was not too bad as a disgruntled ex gunnery sergeant. the role as an elite sniper became a little to technical for him though cos like sometimes i felt tt his past as a hiphop artist, a whiteboy rapper clashed with this serious soldier laying out all the factors needed for a perfect shoot. air humidity, wind direction, blablabla.... and his walk...that goddamn "gangsta" walk. haha don't think he could ever get rid of it.
BUT it was a good show nonetheless. maybe cos i'm a guy. it's a guy kinda show. shoot here shoot there. partner kena killed. kena swindled by the govt. twice. revenge. then kill everybody and he drives off with a chick in the end...(which was his dead partner's girl) DOH. hollywood.

friday. friday was spent with the boys again. this time we watched the reaping. dumbass show. even hillary swank couldn't help it. the 10 plagues. bible. satanism and bad special effects. again everybody dies in the end. and gasp! hillary realises she's carrying satan's baby!! she got raped by the leader of the satanic cult after being drugged and she didn't even know. n the show ended like tt. cheebye.

saturday. work then met the boys AGAIN. and liz who passed me some stuff from chelle and then left. we had dinner at fish n co at wheelock which had horrendous service. cheebye again. then decided to head to mos for godskitchen's les hemstock. free entry n 141 all nite long. cheap entertainment. good company. and solid music!! fucking hell hemstock was the bomb. godskitchen is well....god.

sunday i slacked at home.

so today gotta get back on track with school. then start preparing for a presentation for my shakespeare module entitled "Shakespeare and the Internet" hoo fucking ray.

adios.