I love Singapore

I love Singapore.. because its been my home for the past 21 years(and also because I don't feel so puny everytime I walk around the streets)..
I havnt been bringing my camera around much lately(and even if I do, I seldom take pics), but here's what I've got...

This is a picture of my Dorm Room the night before I left Illinoissss.

As you can see, I've been doing alot of packing(and I still have alot left to do) Thats what I get for procrastinating till the last minute(how did I ever find my books to study? Oh wait, what books? wha?)

Here's a pic of my roommate right before he left...

As you can see by his friendly hand gestures, he likes me very much. Don't worry roomie, the feeling is mutual, you biatch... I keed.. I keed.... I miss his random verbal insults and window shattering farts.

Anyway, back to packing... Same as the time I first came to the States, Pack Rat Choo manages to stuff all his cares and woes into one single hard suitcase(not forgetting Goat's Fabric Softener, you fucker, you'd better take along with you back to Aussie).


I missed airplane food..

No matter how hard they try, the airline cooks always manage to make something nice taste so bad.. Even so, this was the first char siew I had in 4 months, so I wasnt really complaining.. Somehow, it feels nice to eat wrapped food out of a tray.. Its like a Kinder surprise.. The stewardess says white rice, you get a rice biscuit, which is a chinese delicacy(found only in Chinese families who cant cook for nuts).

Ok, something more recent,
we had a BBQ/Happy party at Cow's crib, where the usual partons as well as some really cool guests bonded in alcoholic friendship.


This is a pic from a few days ago...
comparing it to a picture taken in the exact same spot, 11 months ago,

The only 2 things that have changed since then, are Cow's bedsheets(due to over excessive Cow Lovin'), and the guy on the floor, who is(last we heard) still somewhere in Russia(probably also drunk on the floor with a wooly hat on his head).

We gave offerings(of happy juice) to his likeness(a picture of him on a laptop screen)

all this in a hope that he will one day return to grace our toiletbowls with his life giving(or taking) vomit.

In honor of Mr Man(the one lost in Russia), some of us reinacted the scene which shot Mr Man(AKA Chief Wooly Hat) to instant idolization.

The Masturbating Monkey and Chief Red Face doing the "Mr Man Dance"......

SPECIAL TIP OF THE DAY : HOW TO BE A GOOD BOYFRIEND

1) Spike the fruit punch with enough Barcardi to set your liver on fire

Mini Tip : Too much Barcardi is never enough

2) Test the fruit punch yourself, making sure you got the right mix of ying and yang(you don't want to under-spike your drink, now do you?)

Mini Tip : When in doubt, just add the whole bottle

3) Let your girlfriend have a go on "The Wild Side"

Mini Tip : If she refuses to drink, use the sympathy card : "If you love me you will drink"

4) Get Jiggy with it

Mini Tip : Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.... Gettin Jiggy with it..Na Na Na Na Na Na Na....

Disclaimer : The 2 people in the pictures did not really do what you think they did. They were actually drinking plain water from the helmets. They then proceeded to sit down and talk about important world issues like Global Warming and World Cow Rights.


Time Well Wasted

Burnt Toast

I am OFFICIALLY BACK! Watch your rear views for that long black streak with navigational issues! 2 long months to tan, pump and drive yo asses from east to da west. From Sim Lim to Killiney Kopitiam, Bukit Timah Branch! On a side note, I was walking from my gate at the airport and lo and behold, I saw a Killiney Kopitiam within the customs area... far out. Its spreading like MacDonalds...

Anyway, decided to update this blog wif Handphone pics of my apartment... my international ass is too poverty stricken to afford a camera atm.

First of all, this is the view of the living room and part of the kitchen.



I have nothing funny to say about it.... cause it isnt funny... it just looks boring. Even Joshua's house had more going for it with his antiques and horny turtles which jacked off over my brother's hand.

And now, the main attraction was the collection of books we assembled to study from the time we get up into the wee hours of the night.



I dont know how those bottles got there... but it *is* australia, I probably got 2 bottles of wine for every textbook I bought.

And now the kitchen...



I dont recall much was actually used except for the microwave... (note to housemate: just kidding! you cooked good! Better than the mulch I got from microwaving cereal with milk)

And this is me room



Contrary to popular accliam, the only magic that happens here is page 345 of Griffin's Anomalies of Binocular vision 3rd Edition.

And finally, when depression kicks in and I needta DOTA or when desperation kicks in and I need porn or when exams kick in and I needta catch up on 13 weeks of work.... Me Desk!



I know. I know. But a suitcase is heaps cheaper than an Ikean desk.

And of course...



She is not so much dangerous as she is *potentially dangerous* Either way... hell hath no fury than a woman scorned. And my house mate takes scorn less well than most.

Thats my life thus far... Will update this spot once I get a tan on Goat's Weird Nerdy Optom Friends (and a special on Yao Yao the chinese bear)!

I'm still alive

Stupid Masturbating Monkey, think u can take over this blog just cos u've got so much storage space from NUS... think again biatch....
Well, im actually posting here cos I've ran out of underwear and I just threw some into the washer/dryer, so im waiting for them to be done.... Instead of surfing on to ebay to see what the devil has to offer, I decided to post something here once again...
Didnt have much time to post shit as usual...and my finals are next week... cool shit huh?

I went to boston over the 1 week thanksgiving break...
And true our nature, stupid singaporeans brought lotsa books and notes along to study during the vacation. Lusers....

I'm glad I only brought my accounting books...

We had a small problem.. we didnt book the correct hotel(motel) online..The Boston Bedford.. and we ended up in some shitty place 30 miles away from Boston city itself.. It would have been perfect for us if we wanted to hide from the authorities, as it is rumoured that the road that leads to The Boston Bedford is only accessable during the day. By night, mountain lions and zombies(the ones that cant really walk fast, but scare the shit out of you nonetheless) inhabit the place, making travel suicidal.

Check out the "Fuck my ass and spank me silly" looks on our faces after the taxi dropped us off at the Boston Bedford...


The food in Boston(like any other city) was expensive.. But then again, the price is proportional to the size of it..

Or the amount of unhealthy stuff they add to the food..

Pictured above, is a Harvard burger.. So called because its from a cafe located in the centre of Harvard university. In an attempt to gain intelligence, we downed a few Harvard burgers, onion rings and milkshakes for lunch.. But all we got was an uneasy stomach and the strong desire to skip dinner and breakfast the next day(as well as the whole general idea of eating altogether)

After lunch, we went around Harvard square and practiced some Illinois Loyalty...


Since young, I always assumed Harvard and MIT were in 2 different places.. it was only during this break that i found out that they were next to each other. I'm guessing this was all planned out. Putting all the smartest people together in one central place.. Retrofitting the whole land mass area with rockets and if the world ever ends, the good people of MIT and Harvard can be blasted off to the moon to continue the human race, starting their own Utopia of Uber Nerds. They will then create some sort of time travel device to go back in time, before the world ends, to save all the rare spiderman comics they can find.

But thats just my theory(although all evidence points to me being right)

AS u can see above, the buildings of MIT have been designed to look really nice on the moon. They even have some chrome buildings for that "Star Trek" look.

Anyway, after spending most of my moneys on food in Boston, I decided to go leech off my nice friend Butoh who was at Northwestern University(Chicago)

Pictured here cooking his magic "Foreign student living alone in an apartment" casserole(Salmon, Chicken, Brocolli, White stuff, Carrots and Mushrooms) for me to eat.


Foreign students often cook meals at home(if they have apartments), as the choice of food in the city aint that fantastic.



Anyway, all that happened like, a week ago.. but I just didnt have time to write about it.... im taking my exams in a weeks time(not like I wasnt having exams non stop for the past 4 months) and i'll be spending most of my time studying.. which blows... it dont help that on some nights(when I forget to lock my door), Indians come in from nowhere and stary playing the PS2 in my room, disturbing my sleep...



Multi Cultural Saussage Fest in my room