| Man this is ancient. Assuming people still visit this page, however, please proceed to www.livejournal.com/users/viwakavune iif you can be bothered to find out more about the diabolical things I've been planning over the past 12837 months. Went for dinner at the Equinox with my cousins tonight all dressed up in suits and gowns ( I think thats what the girls were wearing Im not sure ) and blew like just under a thousand bucks courtesy of Zhifeng's mum. The weekends drawing to a close on a sombre note tho, and on Sunday night its back to gedong camp for rainy wet nights with reprieve coming only from an anticipation of the next book out. The only benefit is that I'm in the same camp as Song and a few good friends so yippeefuckingdoo. I have actually come to miss my room in the quiet of the night, now that all I will have to myself is an 8 person bunk for the next 17 months. In about two of those months my family may leave for Melbourne leaving me with a house that I dont think will see much of me since I'm stay in. Anyone need a room? There may or may not be rent but you've got full run of the house. Scream ( or contact me ) if you're interested. |
| 27th nov 0431 |
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| Whilst Windows Update is scanning my computer for critical updates to preview and install ( most of which do not concern any of the programmes I am inclined to use ), I shall update my page. Tag-board does not seem to be letting users use their wonderful picture-enabled tagging software for free now, apparently. They also don�t seem to be allowing us to use their wonderful picture-enabled tagging software EVEN if we wanted to pay. So although tag-board�s got a really clean design and everything, they don�t look like they want a few extra dollars from a willing customer so hey I�ve decided to go with a separate comments pop up, courtesy of Halo Scan. You now have one more follower. After fiddling with pagebuilder�s HTML unfriendly interface I have managed to get that grey �comments� link to function somewhat erratically so bear with me for a while, all ten of you who read my page the past week.
A couple of late nights ago I was sitting in a cab on my way home one evening and I noticed a phenomenon that tends to precede storms or heavy rainfall; during monsoon season some people may have seen a large number of winged insects and bugs, termites in particular gathering with uncommon propensity in lit areas at night. If you take the time to look, most guys can identify termites; most girls could tell too if they stopped screaming or pounding the insects long enough. Around the end of March and beginning of November every year, winged male termites come out in full force to mate and form nests of their own; once they have mated they bite their wings off and leave the running of giant colonies to their female counterparts. Observant people will also notice the proliferation of these insects just before storms; many whacks out there believe animals have senses more finely attuned to the weather patterns of this planet than our most advanced satellites, and the fact that insects gather in lit areas to form something like a rain-dance frenzy prior to heavy deluges seems to bolster that. Back to the cab. It hadn�t rained in two days, and it was obvious some big time downfall was due within the next 12 hours so it didn�t strike me as odd that I saw a couple of these flying bugs zipping around lampposts and streetlights. They usually do that anyway. But imagine my surprise when I saw so many whilst travesting Bukit Timah road that every lamp halogen or filamented seemed frosted. This is going to be extremely hard to picture without a..uhm picture, but each light had a insipient cloud of insects buzzing away excitedly, no doubt all catching up on who cheated on whose sister�s friend�s sister. Light disperses into a cone due to scattered ions and messily arranged gas molecules. Couple that with the fact that a one cm long bug has wings that when spread and in movement, make it look three cm long, ( or wide whichever ) and you get a very peculiar view from my vantage point in the dimly lit cab. It seemed to me, or sleepy me if you will, that each light along Bukit Timah road had a profusion of small fairies darting around below. Don�t like fairies? Then how about stars, glitter even. It looked kinda pretty.. is all I�m saying. I will try my best to take a picture of this occurrence and post it sometime. What are the odds that I�ll be along that stretch of road again, sometime after seven pm, sitting in a dimly lit cab, in the hours before a storm, during late March or early November. Oh I am depressed. Almost six hundred words on a bitch of a topic like teeeermites. Also, I can't see the haloscan comments link. Why. Wtf. |
| 8th April 2.31 am |
| Scrawled; 2.47 am |
| I watched Alice in Wonderland at a friend's place a few days ago and what the hell man I laughed so hard. We decided to have a movie marathon and the theme that got banged out on the table was Disney stuff. The guys objected and eventually we settled for normal shows and two disney films. If you've ever wanted to have an out-of-body experience go watch Alice in Wonderland; I remember as a kid being really really frightened by some parts of the show. Its damn hard to believe that Lewis Carrol wasn't on LSD or some other hallucinogen when she wrote the book. In the film you have 1. A Dominatrix-type Queen of Hearts. All she needs is a whip and some rope to bind that sorry shit of a King. 2. Two retarded twins who make retarded noises, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle-friggin-Dum. I swear they are GEP students. They wear their pants up around to nipple-height and have shiny toed leather shoes. They also wear caps with propellers on them. No braces, bad breath or pockets stuffed with calculators though, but close enough. 3. The most bizarre of all the characters, the CATERPILLAR. He smokes a hookah ( the thing you use for shisha-ing ) and goes " Who, Are, You? " As he says those words the letters ' O,R,U ' come out of his mouth as smoke letters. Why becomes 'Y' and 'I see' becomes " I, C ". The best part? When the stoner says 'not', a smoke ring comes out and then entangles itself. Way cool. Also, he cant control his feet so they keep falling off the leaf he's perched on. Bottom line? Watching Alice is about as close to drugs as you get, legally. GT4 is the shit. I've only completed like, 1.8% of the game after two days, starting with license tests and all, but omg the game is so much bigger than GT3. Graphics? I dont know. I prefer the old ones; in GT4 when you crash into things your peripheral vision on the screen goes blur. ANnnnnnndddd, IF LEK XIAYAN reads this or anyone who knows her for that matter, go find the elusive girl and tell her HAPPY BIRTHDAY. She roxors. |
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| 26th February 4.23 am |
| Oh my head weighs a tonne. I'm beat yet my mind marches on mongoose-like, and it is eerie to be the only one up at 4am. While I type this, people all over Singapore are actually getting changed for work, getting ready to be punctual for an early morning briefing. There are those who rise from creaky spring beds with little more than sheets of cloth for a mattress, and those who wake up in platoons to spit-shine their boots and queue for dismally overworked bath cubicles. Others roll out from underneath their satin Ralph and Georg Jensen sheets, struggling to find openings in thick duvets stuffed with downy duck feathers, surrounded by turret-posts of gilded teak and wrought iron. Some will head for a sinfully strong cup of joe; still others will reach for English Breakfast Black Tea teabags and watch as brown, lucent liquid billows from the fine mesh of a paper-weeve bag. Sometimes the string breaks, leaving you flapping a small yellow (if you drink Lipton) square of paper with corniced edges feeling dumb. A number will attempt to fill their stomaches in contingency till their next meals, and an equal number with force down half a slice of peanut-buttered bread delclaring that no one should have to consume breakfast before the sun rises. Children and bums reach for crisp boxes of cereal, poring over the ingredients and attempting to memorise facts about their favourite cereals whilst playing 'countthenumberof ( cereal name ) [s] pieces that appear in the following' nonsensical picture. Sleep. Oh sweet soup of silent slumber. Smashing, I say. Simply smashing. Hope you tossers enjoyed dinner just now. |
| "Trouble follows me to my doorsteps I don�t want to know Blood from Heaven and things from Hell they�re forcing me to go So when you start to realize that I get no more sleep oh brother So when I walk and when I so when I talk and it�s turning it�s turning It�s turning turning turning turning. I Left my suicide note on the door Once more." Suicide Note - Disagree |
| And already in my first week of work I've spilt something on someone, broken plates and beer glasses and screwed up orders like serving the same guy twice. Yet I am happy to say that these incidents tend to be few and far between although spilling iced lemon tea on someone is really heart stopping for a newbie waiter. Nothing else terrifies you more than breaking a potful of soup or slipping and throwing chicken rice (with soup and gooey black sauce) all over some executives head. WRstghgadasdasdad. Come and find me if you can :) I'm somewhere after taka and opposite Heeren. Now for the pictures taken in Whistler during december. Just a quick synopsis; I left Singapore on a non-stop flight to LA for 3days, then headed north to Vancouver for another three days. After the various families arrived in Vancouver the whole group drove up to Whislter in a convoy of 3 big utility vehicles. Enjoy. |
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| 19th january 1535 |
| Pictures below. |
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| And I finally drag myself to accomplish the insurmountable task of updating. First of all passerby hello to you; thank you for your constructive comments! I am definite they go a long way in making you feel better about yourself. Wah lau its been damn long since I last put an entry in so let me account for my um. unaccountable absence hokay. After I came back from my december hols I started work on the 12th. I also attended the Sting concert holding front row tickets and caught up with some cousins who were on their winter breaks in various foreign countries. I apologise to all the crazy people Ive not had time for and accept the punishment for neglecting these bizzarre friends of mine. Let me tell you about my workplace. The restaurant is situated along orchard road and is farrrking busy at all the wrong times. There are several shifts open to me but I'm currently doing either 7-3 or 3-11pm. I bloody wake up earlier doing the morning shift than if I was headed to school; coming after a couple of months of waking up past noon and generally living a comatose lifestyle you cannot imagine how hard it is to drag yourself out of bed. Would you wake up at 5.30am unless it was required for a school morning? Cbknn. The pays alright but the best part is the people. You meet charming caucasians, polite and hirsute Japanese, and Singaporeans that you want to wring around the neck. Hotel guests are usually in a rather favourable disposition compared to the rushed and brusque office worker. My colleagues are a very nutty bunch and because they are all almost from Malaysia they all speak Cantonese very well so its quite homely. Damn embarrasing they asked me if I was cantonese ( I am but i can't string together a coherent sentence ) and I said yes but I cant speak it very well. Cantonese call this the 'sek tang mm sek gong' syndrome. Or they label the poor soul a ' jiao yen ' which means a BANANA. But they are all, I again stress, very very nice people. Some of the girls aren't bad looking either. Not half bad at allllll. Also, there is one thing I cannot stand; bitchy customers who talk non-stop about the restaurant and how it used to be better last time in the old days and how she used to be on a first name basis with the staff here who gives a fuck la really. Then she said this particularly offensive sentence that started with " All these honky staff ah i tell you.... ". Her tirade ended with her telling her friend "..Honkies all like that one !". To that bitch: THIS is a honky. |
| 13th December 2353 |
| Right I really hope this entry stays here and doesn't disappear to funnyland. Since my exams ended I have had loads of fun, and now as i get ready for my trip to Canada tomorrow I am recounting what an absolute BLAST it's been. My A's have ended, I have 4 months to spend ( or waste ) and I'm really stoked for the snowboarding trip ahead. Some of the crazy shit I've partaken in in the past 3 odd weeks includes spending plenty of time with the best dudes you could ever have as friends. Yew jin, Caine, Song, YingFung etc. You guys also made school that much more fun, gave me the strength to wake up everyday the past 2 years and haul my ass to school, and best of all we bonded on the field. Yes yes all you sick perverts and deprieved little shits can go and think of how wrong that sentence sounds. But seriously man half the time I came to school was cos of you guys and rugby training. Drop it like its hottttttt! Also, I am in a small percentage of people my age who are not going into army any time soon, and some of my good friends are still in J1 this year so it kinda seems like a few goodbyes are in order. We are all gonna lose touch somehow: handphones will be changed and people will forget to update each other with new contact numbers. New friends in new environments will be made, and as everyone knows you only have so much time for your friends and yourself; those no longer that close will slowly get pushed further into the corner of your mind. New priorities will enter into all of your lives, jobs perhaps, the army, the A's. But most saddening of all is the fact that people will change, and you will not be around to change with them, to feel the difference in attitude and composure. You will not be there to cheer inwardly at a friend's new found confidence or the end of a bad relationship, you will also not be there to lament a buddy's slide in character or soujourn into vice. You will sit back and wonder what happened to this person you knew so well, those people you could be open and frank with and what you were like with them. If your life could be broken into sections and chunks, then another one may just have ended for me as this year draws to a close. Lets hope that the good guys have recurring roles in the story of my life; my friends, I sometimes think, are too good to be true. |
| Look my dog eats protein. |
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| Raise your hand if you need this book. I'm going to buy it sometime soon. I think. |
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| 08th november 1902 |
| Haha ok this I HAVE to blog. After the GP paper on Thursday I spent Friday towning for want of better things to do. Fast forward to just after dinner when I met Caine and Meishi for coffee at Starbucks next to forum. Me and Caine went to order stuff. Below is the conversation that we had with the waitress ; Waitress : Hi welcome to starbucks can I have your order? Me : Um I'm still deciding Waitress : (points to sign) How about trying our new nut coffee? Me : ...? Waitress : It's a frappucino. Creamy and with nuts! Caine : wtf? Me : Um ok I'll have that. Waitress : And you? Caine : (Smiles and says) Passion. Waitress : Huh? Caine : PASSION TEA Waitress : Oh. How big your passion? Me : wtf. Then we order cakes. Waitress : How about some cakes and buns? Caine + Me : Ok. Tiramisu and a New York cheesecake. Waitress : Can I warm it up for you? We de-generate into fits of laughter that grow larger and less controllable when we realise she doesn't charge us for the cakes. Good job! And now for some random pictures. |
| 2nd November 2052 |
| " Mislike me not for my countless flaws The shadow's livery of the burnish'd sun, To whom I am a carthorse near bred. Bring me the fairest creature northward born, Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, and let us make offerance for your love, To prove whose blood is nay poorer, his or mine. I tell thee , lady, this aspect of mine buried deep Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love I swear The best nonplussed virgins of our clime Have lov'd it too; I would not change this hue; Except to steal your thoughts, my enamoured queen. " Courtesy of the prince of Morroco as he attempted to win Lady Portia's heart. Greatly abridged however. Just a day before I formally kick off my A levels and a very curious thing (or not so curious I'm not sure) has happened. Ok fine its not curious at all but warrants mention.. I'm suddenly prone to bouts of reminiscence; the most clear memories of all are those which i gleaned during my trip to Chiangmai with my classmates in June. Good shit.. .Not necessarily the best thing to happen to me living around my friends, what with all the stickling habits and niggles, but you get to know every through and through. Alternatively you might really feel like beating some people up. A certain bowler from my school especially but thats another story. I was going to stick all sorts of weird pictures I've been taking with my phone on this entry including : my dog eating protein, frogs mating in my pond and stupid things thatt made me laugh pretty damn hard on the side of the road. On hingsight the frog pictures should probably not be put up eh. Ah well. Hindsight, hindsight. Its always perfect. |
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