Bittersweet Singapore N me glasses

For all those who have not been up to date with my life, I am returning to Singapore on the 7th July. My glasses also has given up on life and has officially expired after 7 years of use. I have decided to pen a poem in fond rememberance of the wild times and the not so wild times.

Oh Pentax model 10245, oh pentax model 10245,
This day on the 30th of May, I watch you die.
Ripping you off my face in gym,
you shuddered and broke your limb,
I forget sometimes that after hammer curls,
I tend to have more strength than a little girl.

I first set eyes on you before my GCE Os,
future so promising and spirit so bold.
I touched you once and I think you knew then,
Your life will never be boringly bland.
Brought you to school on the day after,
my face you protected after I ran into a pillar.
You were scratched and bruised but nary did you falter,
For you knew our love can only get stronger.

I think you had reservations at the first time to the gym,
When I dropped you on the floor and stepped on you again.
Deformed in ways to boggle the mind,
Arthiritis would have been much more kind.

And then came Emperor Lee and his Singaporean Army,
He came to get both you and me.
We went into the sea, jungle and mud,
you grew battered whenever I bled blood.
We survived that painful 2 years,
in the service and in abject fear.

You were with me when I was driving,
up the highways and into that car.
If you were alive I would have heard you sighing,
about life and your leg which I stretched so far.
You survived the flight to Australia,
all the momentous events you helped me see so clear.
And then I killed you finally today,
but know that in my heart you will always stay.

Ok, so its not Blake, I dont care. Its good enough for one lousy pair of glasses. I would post pictures but frankly, these contacts are burning me out.
I will be back in singapore on the 7th of July. Just a note to Cousin cow, if you need stuff/courier service, just holler... and I heard about the str*p (this word has been censored for the minors reading this site) poker session... hee hee hee. Dont worry, I have very delicate sensibilities which would have been mortally disturbed (i.e. murdered) if I had participated. And you know I mean that in reference to the other potentially naked players. Thanx for that very insinuating throat clearing session at that bus stop the other day though... I will sooo get Kev to milk you. But I digress... alot.

I love Singapore, it sucks in many ways, but at least its more logical to understand than most other cities. I plan to firstly, get BBQed to a crispy black so that I look like a muslim Jihad extremist with love on his mind (love being the 40 virgins he gats in muslim heaven when he combusts with his bombs). I also plan to drive from the East to the West at least 3 times on my second day, all I need is the liquified remains of a small dinosaur and one Joshua Choo KY (who is not chicken) whom I normally use to tell me If I am gonna hit something major. I plan to download all the anime, TV episodes and not porn on my kickass 6.5 MBPS connection to save up for my next stint in Kampong Anzac Pde. I plan to meet up with Meiji (you know who you are) and monopolize her pool (which is free... mwahahahaha) and her Meiji snacks. The thing about Meiji is it comes with my lecturer and his wife and 4 hours of Mahjong which although fun to begin with is not so after you have lost all your chips and start trading your (her) Meiji snacks with my fatass lecturer (who still maintains he is not fat).
I think I had alot more to say but its 0130 in the freakin morning and I can almost start to believe hell froze over from here (i.e. ass getting cold).

We are not drunnk

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More Super Arang Man

I just realise that due to the number of times(about 4 so far) we actually mentioned the words "Super Arang Man" together on this blog, we should be one of the top hits everytime someone searches for "Super Arang Man" on the net.(not that anybody would actually ever do that).

Anyway, straight from Malaysia, I bring you the latest(well, yesterday's) instalment of Super Arang Man(thats 6 times now!).

Super Arang Man(he calls himself "Captain Megapolis", for fear of being laughed at by his fellow superheroes when he calls himself Super Arang Man) wakes up to discover that his sex change operation wasn't a total success. Dazed by the fact that most of his body parts were made out of old Korean washing machines(same raw materials used to make Kia and Hyundai cars), he suddenly feels the need to look at naughty pictures of naked machines on the internet. Thats when he accidentally hacks his way into the Military's Server(it happens often in most comics and shows) and finds out what happened to his family of Arangs.



To join the Super Arang Man Yahoo Group, click here

Mucho Grande Prize

Wow, that response was quick to my previous post ! Well, congratulations Mr/Ms Anonymous, heres your prize.

You get an award from dafansu.blogspot.com, which you can put on your uber cool website, or print it out on a t-shirt and wear it. If I were you, I would get a tattoo artist to imprint on my forehead forever. For all those fools that couldn't get it right, you do not have the authority to copy and paste the following picture, as only Mr/Ms Anonymous has the right to do so.

Chinese exposure

When I was lost in the jungles of Malaysia, I was warned by the NUS adminstrator that a Lian He Zao Bao (Chinese Newspaper) reporter would call me up to talk to me. Well, being a potato, I was afraid that after she ( I dream that its some hot reporter named Miss Kitty who is willing to do anything to get the hottest story) heard my l33t chinese talk, NUS might be slammed and then I could not go overseas anymore. I would have to stay in Singapore with the heat and the sianz and the boring and the wimpy meat balls and the expensive absolut.

Luckily , I think the reporter could not reach me, thus she used one of my english quotes and translated it. Its in the 18 May 2005 LHZB paper.

Here my introduction be.



Here, my quote is.



However, given the demographics of the blog reader, I suspect only one person might be able to read the following, which would be me.

Thus, let me translate.

Something something something something , Jason Quek, something something , Formpipe AB, something something, 21 years old, something, Computer Science, something something.

And thats only my intro. I call upon blog readers to translate my quote, if anyone gets it right, I give mucho grande prize !

Malaysia In A Nutshell

Here are some fun facts about Malaysia that we learnt on our trip up North.

Trainrides are long, and often fun(If you enjoy sleeping on chairs that go bump-bump-bump every few seconds). During the ride, light refreshments are provided(when I say "provided", I mean you have to buy them yourself). Gourmet train food includes Maggi Hot Bowl(Made in Malaysia) and Rail Friend Rice(Made by a Malaysian).


There are many cheap *hotels* avalable in the heart of KL(the place with the most shopping), cheap and dirty enough to put Singapore's Hotel 81 to shame. Backpackers dont need fancy Hotels with mini-bars that tempt you with drinks priced at a level only Bill Gates could afford(and thats of he was really thirsty and high enough on drugs to even want to touch the mini-bar). Our Homeless-Shelter-Themed rooms suited us just fine.


The LRT people in KL like to make these huge extravagant LRT stations, decorated with fancy metallic structures and Plasma Displays that play the same music video over and over again(our station played Joss Stone). Then, to finish it off, they put a train barely big enough to fill up 1/3 of the station when it docks. To add to the fun, they put no sort of sign to tell the people standing outside to let the people on the inside come out first. The result is a mass free-for-all orgy of office workers and clueless backpackers everytime the door opens.

The man with the Green Vertical Striped shirt has been there for quite some time now. He dares not enter the unknown that is the KL LRT Train, for fear of losing his virginity(he's been saving it for that special someone)

Night life in KL city is very much alive. There are a number of night markets all around which are home to Malaysia's greatest product... The pinnacle of Malaysian achievement(no, its not the Proton Saga)...

The RamlY Burger.
With more mayo and special sauce(known to cause hallucinations when taken excessively) than there is meat, its jam packed with enough cholesterol to kill a cow(or various other farm animals). Thats what makes it good.

Genting, is like a big castle in the clouds. Sitting the cable car up gives you the feeling, as if you're in a whole new world.


Then once you enter Genting itself, what you get is Nike, Issue and various other Butiks(thats Boutique spelled with a "K"). Its so gay(sucky)


Even the hotels in Genting are gay. At normal glance, its just an ordinary bed with 2 guys sleeping by the side. They sleep far apart cos they are not gay.


But once you turn off the lights, you get to see whats left behind by the previous occupant(who most prob ate one too many RamlY burgers and just so happened to jack off on the bed after watching Wrestling on TV, men in tights are such a turn-on).


Ipoh(as far as it sounds) really has nothing much to offer. It is a shanty town with a few large shopping centres here and there. When travelling around, we often got lost in the vast array of nothingness and empty buildings that is Ipoh.


There is only one reason why outsiders brave long busrides to get to Ipoh. To eat Ipoh Hor Funn.(Which is what we did)

My friend just told me that Ipoh Hor Funn is actually quite watery, and white.. And looks something like this..

Meaning we travelled all the way to Ipoh and ate the wrong Hor Funn...


Thus concludes "Malaysia In A Nutshell"
I shall leave you with the man who brought joy to our stay in Malaysia, Mr RamlY Bin Burger himself.

Cordon Bleau chicken anyone?

Before I begin this blog, please do note my watery chicken that I am about to flame your ass. I will grill it and BBQ it and ensure an even fry. Back in the windy byroads of yesteryear, I recall us animals and one man hanging out and very distinctly hearing chicken go," Dont worry goat, if my mom says I can goto australia, that means I am going to australia." I have deduced that either you heard your mom wrongly or you decided to ditch my ass. Thats right, It could never be Mrs Chicken's fault cause she is nice and feeds me and tells me what a nice goat I am. I remember another occasion where the monkey, me, you and the gay indian decided to goto Australia to go blow off some steam. I recalled you ditched us too that time and we ended up with one player short of a real Big 2/Bridge/Mahjong game. We had to suffer 7 days of 3 player big two and too much shuffling cause the gay indian didnt want to ruin his nails. This thus reverts me to comparative theories where I compare you to one Andy Liu Xiao Hui who ditched me bro's ass BUT still went with him to Australia on the second time he agreed to. When you are less dependable than Dao Hui, you are basically less dependable than a combat medic who tells you he will get the vein on his first try . He actually does get the vein... but after 15 minutes of poking that big ass needle in and out.
Instead, you go galavanting off to a backwater village in Malaysia and try to mark your destination red with a white marker (check your map). I swear that when I get back to Singapore, your white ass will be greeted by a deep imprint of my Vince Carters and I will make you my driving bitch till I leave or until you sate me with Kushin Bo. I attribute my change in mood with my brother's relative change in his. I think being told he is a little girl's privates in hokkien left and right has changed him for the better. Also, he seems more inclined to talk and has turned into some sensitive soft toy which I think I might be able to manipulate to my advantage (i.e. tell him I wont drive him around because I dont want to). I think a few more months of the marination he is going through will turn him into something I can bash around... All I get is abject bullshit, innuendo and insinuations in this bloody Kampong of a city (QNS: why don't they exploit foreign labour? Ans: so they can use the stupid part of their population) and frankly my good humour is wearing slightly thin. I think I really could benefit from some good old fashioned fisticuffs (i.e. violence) to ease some pressure off me.
Mark my words you crummy excuse for a farm animal, I will introduce you to a world of hurt when I arrive.

Train Trip to Hell

The Chicken, Monkey and Man are going on a Train Trip up north from Starting Point Designated Tiny-Red-Dot-On-Map. Our Journey is as follows.



Rules
1) Only Travel By Land
2) We carry stupid big backpacks on our backs
3) We carry more than we need, cos we have stupid big backpacks
4) Keep going North until we cannot anymore(Or we chicken out)
5) Carry very little cash

God be with us.

Expected return date : 22nd May


To Goat : Wish you were here

Heart Wrenching Goodness

Today has been a rather spastic day at best which I shall show is due to cause and effect.
First off is my temperament which ever since I was a fledgling, has been so bad that I once stabbed some dude with me scissors and had to go for counselling for months. It wouldn't have been so bad if not for the fact I was in primary 4. The scumsucker's name is Robin Teo and yea, if I see him again, I would stab him with much bigger implements than scissors... maybe I could stab him with my Honda Civic. I believe I am so bad a driver I could manage that anyways. Its all in the wrist, and a lack of hand eye co-ordination.
I took up gym halfheartedly (it was sooooo painful to begin, I was doing 5 push ups a day just to lift a 1.25 kg weight in gym) and finally managed to get to the point where I could work out my frustrations in the gym. So... CAUSE: Work out frustrations/anger issues in gym. EFFECT: Larger muscles AND less anger.
Today, I flung my handphone 5m on the sidewalk while trying to flip it open pretending it was a lightsabre cause its sooooo frickin cold here (lightsabres produce heat) and STAR WARS EPISODE III is coming out. Therefore, CAUSE: muscles too large (not as large as Mr Man's though) EFFECT: Busted handphone.
I seem to have developed an affinity to the wanton destruction/misplacement of electronic equipment here in sydney. I have right now, NOTHING that works electronically. I tell myself that if an EMP hits us, I will be safe cause I am on the same technological level as the Jalan Kayu prata shop. On a side note, would the chicken be ready on the 11th of July to go eat prata? I hate that stretch of road cause its so narrow and seems more dirt than tar and since its at night, im afraid of running over some indians. Anyway, thats my long-winded way of saying I broke my handphone.

Heart wrenching goodness as I found out today at Jalean's place is Baileys irish cream with cuppuccino flavoured milk. I never fancied myself much of a drinker but its really a must have. The concoction is a tad flavourful for a mix BUT it more than makes up for it on the kickback. START MIXING!!!
We can have a baileys party when I get back, Mr Man has not blessed my toilet yet anyways... Its even better than my dad's alcoholic ribena (i.e. red wine with sprite) which I actually drank to death for a period of time. BTW guys, just as a side note, my mom is reading the blog now courtesy of bulky bert. Don't ask me what he is thinking since I think he bumped his head a few times when wrestling with Elvin and turned into Mr "Sabo the bro" Bert. I could've sworn he was the sweetest thing till secondary school... anyway, if elvin didnt break him, I wanna know who.

OK, random stuff is over... I will update as often as I can but I should be studying instead of wandering the computer labs at night.

Drugs makes everything better

I'm sick. And it sucks. I have to stay at home and do nothing for the whole day(not like I have anything to do anyway). Then, I realized something.. If not for DRUGS, I'd be in a whole different world of pain(Much like riding in Mr Man's Big Yellow Schoolbus Of Pain, but with homosexuals all around you). This blog is dedicated to the prescription drugs responsible for keeping me up and going(sitting in my ikea reclining chair instead of stoning in bed).

First down the list(in no order whatsoever)
To be taken 3-4 times daily

Theres everybody's friend, Paracetamol! We bought these in Australia a few years ago cos my dad had a slight headache. Theres 100 tablets in that damn box(aussies had very bad headaches), good for more than 12 days of head-splitting fun(assuming you have a death wish of 8 tablets a day).

Next,
To be taken 3 times daily

Theres my flu medicine, I dont know the name of it, but its the only medicine that comes in its own fancy attractive grey and white capsule(its a hit with the kids). I've been taking this since young and have since grown immune to its effects(well, my flu virus has grown immune to its effects). Following my doctor's advice(Doctor : Nevermind, just take, just take..), I continue to pop them every night. At least they help me sleep better.

To be taken 3 times daily(I only take it before I sleep thou)

Then, theres my cough mixture. Like the flu capsules, I have been taking this since young, thus making it ineffective. It's taste however, does vaguely resemble the taste of stale steamed fish(which explains why I dream of eating camp food sometimes when I sleep).

To be taken once daily

Next, are these Zinc(or some other random mineral and vitamin combination) tablets.. They are more of a preventive, rather than a cure. Just like installing an anti-virus program AFTER your computer has been infected, I choose to eat it after I get sick(better late than never).

To be taken once daily

Theres also Fluimucil, which supposed to cure throat infections(I think I have one). The interesting thing about Fluimucil, is that its also a cure for Paracetamol overdose, thus negating the effects of the Panadol I'm taking(I'll just have to eat more panadol then, so troublesome).

Moving on to my other prescription medicines,
To be taken once daily

Oratane, 20mg. I've been taking this for a few days now. It doesn't help with my sickness(I think it's the cause), but it supposed to get rid of most of my facial acne(as well as make my lips very dry and also kill my liver). On the box, it says "Precaution : Do not use if pregnant, Do not become pregnant during use or within 1 month of stopping treatment. Important : Adhere strictly to precautions." There are also other warnings not to drink too much alcohol and not to go under the sun during treatment. My guess is it does something very bad to your insides.

To be applied externally as many times as you like daily(depending on your level of vanity)

Random creams for my face.(Ignore the various hair products in the background, I AM NOT VAIN, I DONT NEED TO DO MY HAIR UP)

I know that the various stuff I'm taking are very effective, because 3 of them even have the Singapore Medical Union's(There is no such place, but if you form an acronym with the words, it spells SMU.. cool huh? ok, nevermind..) seal of approval.



And like all famous musicians who have wrote songs under the influence of drugs sometime in their lives, the next self written song is dedicated to the drugs that made me the man I am today. Without them, I would not know what I would be like now(probably less sickly).

I like drugs
I don't like bugs
I like drugs
I dont like mugs
I like drugs
I dont like rugs
I like drugs
I dont like thugs
I like drugs
I dont like slugs
I like drugs cos they is good
I like drugs (x3)

DISCLAIMER
EVERYTHING IN THIS BLOG ENTRY IS FICTOINAL. THE WRITER DOES NOT REALLY MEAN ANYTHING IN THIS POST. THE WRITER REALLY LOVES HIS COUNTRY AND ALL WHO RESIDES IN HIS WONDERFUL COUNTRY.

Road to SOC

First I have to school people, because thats what I do. I school people, bring them to school in my big bad yellow school bus of pain. I present to the blog, my physics textbook !


Note that it is restricted for sale in the United States as it will BLOW THEIR PUNY MINDS INTO A MILLION SHARDS OF PAIN. And when they say fundamental, it tries to make you feel better, but you soon realise fundamental means every fucking physics crap that is in this world.

Note that it is an EXTENDED version. That means more physics ! And about how many wood chucks chuck wood ? Chuck this.



Those are my physics equations I had to memorise 15 hrs before the final exam, because it was fucking CLOSED book.

Back to the topic at hand, the road to SOC.

I have walked the path to SOC. I realise that SOC is actually Star Wars in disguise. When I first joined SOC, I was happy and full of life like Anakin Skywalker. I raced pods (Nissan Sunny), met up with Jar Jar Binks (Goat), and was staying on a planet with aliens (Caucasians). Then I started learning the force (L33t Programming Skills). I could persuade droids ( Java Programs ) to do stuff, and wield a lightsaber ( Optical Mouse ). But then I got curious in the dark side ( Any SOC module above level 1000 ). The more I learnt , the more I got sucked into it. My eyebags started to look like the Emperor, and I had to replace my hand due to carpal tunnel syndrome (like Luke Skywalker). Then I met the Emperor (The Great Chinaman). He asked me to be his right hand man to rule over the world. I joined the dark side (Streamed from 3 year course to 4 year Computer Science course). Soon I began to kill all the rest of the good Jedi (I quit my ecas and started to ignore friends from other faculties). I also led my army of Droids to battle the clones. Now my last plans are almost in completion, to lure my peons (Monkey and Chicken) to the dark side. Join me, to learn the dark side of the force.

Damn, the shit i'm smoking is strong.

The Physics test & the people who made it possible.

First of all, for all those who don't know what physics is, its basically the world as we know it explained in numbers invented by people who lacked the necessary communication skills to say: "the car is going fast" as opposed to "the car is travelling at 45ms^-1 or 45Sin30 in the y-axis, 45Cos30 in the x-axis assuming the car is moving at an angle of 30 to the horizontal." Just as a side note, I hate you and your crummy number language as much as I hate ISO audits.
I had to slave for physics and as a consequence, was made to study the day before the test (last minute is da best!!!). So after dinner, I ran up to da Physics Sifu's room to get some last minute explanations on Bernoulli's equation, as luck had it, Sifu was sleeping (or masturbating, you could never tell with the funky noises coming from his room).

His wise face belied his irritation at having to advise me on something he thought he heard in a lecture theatre 200 years ago in Laos. He then set about giving me several problems to start me off. 2 hours, 2 coffees, 1 tea and 3 panadol extras later...

Yes I know panadol extra is for headaches but sometimes when u need caffeine and the kettle is too far away, its easier to pop da pill and pretend you are a badass motherfucker on Amphetamines.
So after 2 hours, I was still doing my questions when the cry for Warcraft echoed through the halls of the college and reverberated in every nook and cranny...

I was doing physics off my computer so it was a simple matter to change it to the LAN server, anyhoo, the people playing (destroying my life) that night are...

He calls himself Cold blood probably because he feels cold all the time although I still maintain that its just chilly at best.

He is the Dz, unlike most of the other individuals, he is perpetually smiling when warcraft is on.... kinda like when you are on weed.

And this is Ru, he likes to spam the initial chat screen about his current squeeze and moan about how dreadful love is... I dont think he has read my initial entries to this blog yet.

This is XP, probably the most enthusiastic (i.e. rabid) of the warcraft gang, he is the only one who does it in style in his cartoon PJs.

AI (aparantly the initials of a basketball player) does not do the PJs quite in style, I think he is going for the pre-school look. He also had the physics test but unlike me was born with more than 12 brain cells.

Turosk and Vash are also part of me Optom batch, currently Vash (the dude without glasses) has a busted computer so he sneaks around and finds a Regular warcraft dude who is not playing (i.e. cramming for a test) and uses his computer. Today however, I dont really care about me test so too bad for his ass.

He calls himself the big dawg but I suspect its only because he is literally big. Otherwise, he is one of the few free frags in our warcraft games.

And this is Goo, one of the few medical students who believe that medical students are not the bitches of the lecturers. He is also the guinea pig for the current year one medical student warcraft players because they want to know if its possible to play warcraft AND pass their exams. And finally...

Nah this is just a random Ang Moh who wandered into Sifu's room.

Yup!!! Its Sifu himself pretending to wash his face instead of playing warcraft... anyway, why do u think I could break off to play Warcraft?

Thus, after 2 hours of blissful computer gaming...

It was kinda hard going cause my mind was still on the game, the questions were ridiculous (how much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood? Answer in radians) and of course I was sleepy. I decided to mobilize my bitches,

Yup! Its Sifu and some guy who does not play warcraft!!! Anyhoo, they cannoned through the questions like a BMT sergeant on off and slayed that spastic wood chuck.

Thus far, im still awaiting the results of the Physics test which I hope would not be reflective of my ability to perform but rather on the quantity of praying I did and caffeine I consumed. One should always hold out for the best anyway.

Damage to my internal organs

Why do we always go for those cheap all-you-can-eat-until-your-heart-gives-way buffets which I know will only do damage to my internals in some irreversable way beacuse they serve nothing but junk made out of the processed innards of various farm animals and why didn't my primary school teach me proper punctuation in order to make my sentences more legible?

Time and time again, we would eat cheap all-you-can-eat buffets.
We would sit there after every buffet defeated, wondering why on earth we did it again.
We would swear never to do that ever again.
Yet, we still go back for more.

Take Kushin-Bo for example(The famous Japanese All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet-At-A-Price-That-Would-Give-Your-Father-A-Heart-Attack-But-Not-
Enough-To-Die located at Suntec City). Serving an assortment of Unagi Kabayaki, Zuwaikani, Tori Karaage, Agedashi Tofu, Chawanmushi, Wakame Udon, Edamame and various other foodstuff that sound like something you heard on that Japanese Porno Clip you watched a few days back(Dont deny it, I know you did), we were spoilt for choice. But for the whole 2 hours we were there, what did we eat?



Mountains and mountains of fried stuff(which could have been sewer rat meat for all we know.Everything looks the same when covered with crispy batter)
Its not our fault the Fried stuff was so appealing we just had to take it.. Again, and again, and again... Soon our stomaches felt as if it was filled with (Industrial Strength) Corn Oil... Then they had to mention over the radio that they were serving free flow cotton candy at the counter..



We just couldnt resist...

The very next day(As if I didn't already punish myself enough)
I went to some buffet resturant called Suki-something at Cineleisure.. It was like any other buffet.. had a steamboat, with those conveyor belts that drag rotting plates of sushi all around the resturant for small kids to deposit their saliva on. The highlight of the buffet was the Ice Cream. It comes pre-frozen, in all its melted glory. You have to freeze it yourself in some sort of freezing pan..
First you get the cream..

I call this flavour "Paddle-Pop"(It aint Super-Duper-Yummy, but I made it myself out of leftover Mango, Chocolate, Vanilla, Green-Tea and Grape cream)

Next, You pour it onto the Freezing-Do-Hicky(looks like a frying pan connected to a fridge unit)

In seconds(about 10), it freezes into a colourful, hard, pancake-like anomaly.
Using the provided tools, I proceeded to scrape it off(with much effort) the pan.

Not to be taken daily(or any day for that matter)

Doesn't it just make you wanna eat it all up?
I did(unfortunately).
I went jogging today, in hope of redeeming myself. But once the Cotton Candy and Paddle-Pop goes in, it never comes out.

Note to self : Stick to ala-carte dining, I'll live longer that way.

To anybody who went to suki-something and survived : Did I make my ice cream wrong? Or was the ice cream meant to look like that?