if thats mirror image style, wheres the freaking lateral inversion?

to say that i have little to blog about would be an absolute, blatant outright lie.

i have none at all.
little things as such do not deter great people like me though.

seeing how active my compatriots have been in recent weeks on this site with pitiful internet traffic, i am pretty much ashamed with myself for my lack of activity on blogosphere.

there you see that word?, 'blogosphere'. who the hell created that anyway? its just the mashing of 2 totally irrelevant words, 'blog' and sphere' (an 'o' was merely thrown into the mix up for good measure imo) and you get a new term that catches on faster than an african bush fire. i won't bother explaining myself, but if my now 'bush' to you rings a bell other that what i was referring to - you may go screw yourself. alternatively you may be my friend.

ok its almost midnight. surveys have shown that my ability to bullshit is heightened at this point, usually. tonight though, it seems i'm hitting my groove and its not even 11.30. i think thats the amount of progress i've been making.

by now i usually run out of things to talk about. and usual is only so because it happens enough. today is no exception. all shall be reverted to talks of my uni applications (yes i want to go study that much). Griffith has offered me a phone interview on the 3rd of next month, hopefully by then adelaide and UQ would've given me a reply so i can sorta plan my next year. if all fails i need to apply for NS fast.



















(if this isnt one of the most awesome things you've seen...)

sigh and oh we lost 2-4 to tottenham. just love how everyone blows things outta proportion. Pundits do it, Managers do it (saf and his neverending story on how FA hates the mancs), Osama does it....

dude, for god's sake already, its the bloody league cup.
CARLING FRIGGING CUP.

why do you speak as though we just lost the champions league finals and barclays league title combined? if any more needs to be said, we played our soon-to-be-retiree Hyypia and who else?

Plessis. Damien Plessis. No this does not spell the end of liverpool, world war 3's not gonna commence because of we being knocked out, so can guys chill out already.

wow that has been on my chest for 2 days now good to get it off. now i know how yuekit must have felt when he released all the pent up anger at msian drivers! wow i feel light now i'm sure he must have did. unless he was at his peaks of course hahahah

gotta love inside jokes!

Guess who's back?

And now moving on from lame quotes from Eminem songs. Yes I'm finally blogging again (after an epic 6 month+ battle of hiding from and putting off Mr. Jonbankai).

So what to talk about? I have no idea. I can talk about some weird stuff that no one will see anyway, besides the one person repeatedly changing his name and spamming the chatbox. (Although I can see even he has given up trying to.)

So here I am, wasting my time trying to find something to write about. Great, what have I done to deserve this cruel, cruel fate? I can talk about my driver's license, but what do I talk about it besides me rarely even having to use it?

Maybe I'll just complain about Malaysian drivers? (Disclaimer: I'm not talking about every last Malaysia driver, there are some good ones that are nice and all but they're in the distinct minority.)

First of all, CAN WE NOT FOLLOW THE SPEED LIMIT FOR ONCE? I swear those idiots on the highway that zoom in and out between lanes at 160kph, yea, hate them. I really wish one of those fuckers would do that in front of me one more time, I'll take one of them out with me, the fucktards. You're not in a race, idiots and you're not at Sepang.

Second of all, YOUR CAR HAS FUCKING LEFT AND RIGHT SIGNALS. I hate people that suddenly change lanes to the left or right and nearly cause an accident. It is shit. The only time you don't use the signals is when you're the only fucking person on the road, if you're not, USE THEM!

And lastly, the lorries/trucks on the road. The singular most annoying things that pisses me off on the road. Lorries going on the fast lane when they're crawling at a speed barely even considered respectable for a 600kg guy running a marathon.

Sigh, whatever, that made me feel a lot better now.

yademoS ot emocleW | Welcome to Someday

Okay seriously, how many people actually thought of typing up the title of a blog post 'mirror image' style? A lot of tacky people that is, but that's totally irrelevant to me.

Haven't blogged in ages, mostly due to me not remembering (accidental or otherwise) the existence of this blog. I come now to blog in the hopes of inspiring myself and cultivating the minds of those who read this. In short, I've got a test and some assignments to study for and I'd rather do this than read another page of lecture notes (not like I read a single page to begin with, but that is once again besides the point).

For those of you recognising this as that oh-so-common disease (yes it spreads like wildfire) that is PROCRASTINATION (cue 'BAM BAM BAM' sound effects), you are quite right. I, like many others, suffer from this accursed disease, and to those self-righteous people who supposedly have no qualms about studying very early and labelling us procrastinators as lazy, I have three words for you.

Kiss. My. Ass.

I thought that some choice words in the style of Cartman would more aptly convey my point, but I would rather not test the ability of this blog to upgrade its R rating to whatever is higher. Yes, with the other moronic owner present, this blog has the potential, but I would rather not test it.

Speaking of moronic blog owners, one seems to have disappeared of the face of this Earth (more precisely, the Internet). We can only surmise that bak kut teh near Monash is freaking awesome and requires his undivided attention 24/7.

Now that I think about it, this year has gone by pretty fast. The novelty of uni wore off pretty early with the knowledge that there is more independent studying compared to high school. Shocking, I know. Now, the second semester of uni is two weeks away from completion (excluding exams), thus culminating in me finishing my first year. A month from now, I will be back in kl, seeing people I haven't seen in months, enjoying my holidays and making up for 6 months of not eating the awesome food that is Malaysian cuisine. Then, before I know it, I will be on a plane back to Perth to begin the cycle all over again.

This got me thinking, a year can be pretty long or short depending on how we look at it. Although, the more important question that comes to mind is, what exactly did we accomplish this time around? I remembered the end of last year, when I made several resolutions that I hoped to accomplish this year.

First, I thought I would learn a foreign language. It started with a bang, with me reading all sorts of stuff, then slowly simmered off due to lack of knowledge and other reasons out of my control. It sucks that I couldn't learn a language, but I am slowly getting there. Others would probably need a year or two, I will probably take around 5 years at the pace I am going, but I'll get there. Patience is a virtue.

Second, I thought I would read more books. That started off pretty good, been continuing for awhile, then I realised textbooks were also books (who would have thought it). In my good conscience, I knew I could not break my principle of not reading textbooks, so I stopped for a while. Recently, I discovered The Encyclopedia of Swearing, and the reading begins once again.

Third, I thought I would actually play my guitar. Ever since I came to Perth, I have used it very sparingly, and thus somehow managed to unlearn pretty much everything I have learned before. Funny how it is so easy to unlearn something and yet so difficult to actually learn. This skill would however, be quite good for people who like punching their fists into walls, just saying. This year however, I've been practising and actually learning much more than I ever did, which is brilliant.

Fourth (and last, since I can't remember anymore), I thought I would go to the gym. This has been a pretty interesting one considering I never did a damn thing about it, until a few weeks ago when I actually started going. So, slow starter, but at least I started.

Why all the rambling you ask? Well, I had nothing to talk about and thought it would be interesting for us to think about things we have/currently trying to get/not yet accomplished, and just think about it. Besides, I had to go off on a tangent after the paragraph about uni got me all depressed. While writing it I realised, I've got 5 years of uni left to go through after this.

Oh yes, laugh it up people. Nothing better.

I'm out.

i'm frivolously determined. hurray?

hello, its been some time since we last met. i hope you all haven't missed me too much heh.

so after the whole rigmarole of taking a year off to apply medical school, when i do get an interview from adelaide uni, what would be the natural thing to do?

well, request for them to change my preference from medicine to dental science on the interview day itself, of course. whoever couldn't guess that must be a moron lol.

but i must say, the interviewer who was a former dean of dentistry for 13 years was incredibly sporting, having to run up and down to call my agent to get my last minute fickle whim all organised. oh and the interview didn't feel like one as well, it was more of a friendly chat/discussion; rapport was build ridiculously easily and though i reckon it lasted at least 25 minutes, it felt no longer than 5 =)

i really do believe i have a good chance , though you could possibly remind me that the last 3 times i felt that way about an interview i didn't get through. oh well thus is life, and i won't complain if i do get in next year heh.

haha worse come to worse i'll become a weather reporter, like the one i heard on radio just now.
"singaahpore, for the next thee hundred years - hott, humit" LOL

and that doesn't seem like changing, after all global warming is caused by 'God hugging us closer'

eh?

yoman's and greygoose,

chewy doesn't just strip when he's high.














i am not normally this red, it was the sun too hot.

so looks like the plan is NS first then study. fine by me la actually, NS first get it over with also not bad. its compulsory after all so not much choice, unless i run away and become a citizen of some other random country. not good also right? i mean singapore's home after all.

yep, ok sounds good. oh damn sleepy wonder why i even bothered to blog now, damn.

-jonout

the bet is on.

so mario john santiago and i, jonathan lim, have a bet prepared for the upcoming epl season.

the bet is simple. his team, manchester united wins he wins epl, he gets 100 sg.

If either Liverpool (my team), chelsea or arsenal wins the title then i get 50 sg.

for security sake, its imperative we post here for future reference,
( in case someone starts his warped msian nonsense and insist he wins 100 sg while i win 50 rm.).

And before someone starts bitching, i am by no means referring to anyone in particular; 'someone' being as general as you and i.

the bet is on. you guys are the witnesses. lets have fun.

ps. this bet is purely personal between 2 people and i am not encouraging anyone else to join in and as such it is not illegal.

I I, I will be fine; just say you'll stay forever mine.

had my personal qualities assessment test this morning, a prerequisite for adelaide university's health science courses. Section 1 was a huge rush and i ended up guessing quite a number, but i thought section 2 and 3 were pretty okay. the hypothetical scenarios required alot of thinking; weighing the pros and cons of your actions.
for example, a man named Mr jones was a former drug seller, but after returning with a new identity he is now the main cash provider behind a charity which helps homeless people.
would you report him to the police?
should justice always be upheld, even if its at the expense of the welfare of the homeless?
















(ps. sp knows best)



so i shall refrain from commenting excessively. No point crying over spilt milk, or bad test scores, i firmly believe. which leads me to question the purpose of the test. i mean, my qualities already so obvious. obviously damn good. ah well the vagaries of university admission that i have yet to grasp and doubt i'll ever will.


hm in a week monash should reply me. fingers crossed.
but damn even this action results in pain now. stupid bar chords. no pain no gain was what a wise man once said. though personally i feel if he was smart enough(albeit less of the sadist) he'll have gained the same by bypassing the pain, that of wish i'm planning to accomplish. sometime. soon. hopefully.

i think.

The kite runner is another great book. revolving around the life of a boy named Amir and his servant Hassan brought up in afghanistan. really intriguing story, made me remember what its like to really be unable to put down a book. though the sad part is i genuinely believed it was a factual story. until the coincidences got a little too, coincidental.




















ah the olympics has been pretty interesting. though i still have yet to come to terms with woman lighting twice their body weight and having muscles as such. all along i thought only insects and arthropods were capable of pulling that off. and that was the way it should have stayed.

speaking of woman a certain friend of mine has been quite actively recently. late night escapades, raunchy in-car activities at unearthly hours. Ah glad to see your friends growing up one by one. ah the feeling of watching your hard work pay off,

priceless. for everything else theres mastercard, duh

an old man, a young man, and my life's greatest lesson.

firstly i would like to comment on how the below post contained sub-standard japanese.

i would like to apologise for that. especially if it didn't manage to put a smile on your face.
i mean, how could someone say that about my best friend. (aka someone's gay man wh*re)

makes me sick.

loads has happened in my life lately. Since the last post, i fucked isat again, went for the monash interview, decided to apply for dentistry as well. i really have nothing to say about Acer and their test. answers that appeared as clear as day to me were apparently wrong. for example,

'Advice is what people seek when they already knew the answer but wish they didn't'

Which of the follow best describes the above statement?
a. regret
b. confirmation
c. avoidance
d. arrogance

the answer seemed very obvious. but yet my sister disagreed. she says its because i was too cynical.
perhaps thats why she got higher 29%.
despite the fact that we were only 10 marks apart.

so i decided to do the interview. monash previously had no qualms about my isat anyways, as long as i do reasonably well for the former i would pretty much be given a place. hopefully.
i thought i did pretty okay this time.
last time i thought i did pretty well.
and i failed.

by now you probably have detected a strong pungent smell. yes, thats depression. comes when a relative close to you passes away. i really regret not being able to see her for one last time, though at least my sister did arrive to do so. she was supposedly greenish and having spasms, not to mention in a great amount of pain. its cancer afterall.

currently reading this book by mitch albom, tuesdays with Morrie. about a dying man who has ALS and as he withers away, speaks to Mitch once every week, a different topic each time.

i asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself.
'Sometimes, in the mornings,' he said. 'That's when i mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands-whatever i can still move-and i mourn what i've lost. I mourn slow, insidious way in which i'm dying. But then i stop mourning.'
Just like that?
'i give myself a good cry if i need it. But then i concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories i'm going to hear.. I don't allow myself more self pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that's all'

How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity,
don't you agree?

How about a magic trick?

Lets put a smile on that face.

Watched Dark Knight and damn was it good. Two and a half hours at the cinema and money well spent. Although I must question the sensibility of the ticket attendant to sell us tickets with pre-determined seats without us determining what seats we wish to occupy. Not to worry however, I rectified that mistake by taking up whichever seat I wanted upon entering the theater. Comfort first is what I believe in.

Tiger Airways was forgettable. Leg room was minimal, and the space was made worse by the fact that the lady in front of me decided to make herself as comfortable as possible by reclining her chair to the point I can see the back of her head when I sit up right. Also, the smell of SGD4 instant noodles is ever present throughout the flight. Whining, I know. 'Real men don't whine' is what I heard somewhere before. I guess by his definition, instead of whining, real men choose to punch a wall with their fist and thus spraining the wrist for a few days. Bravo, a real man indeed.

A: yk doko desu ka.
B: Shirimasen.
A: Gakkarida desu ne.
B: Iie. Ii nyuusu desu yo.
A: Sou desu.

How about a magic trick?
I'm gonna make yk... disappear.
(send virus to his msn)

Ta-daa! He's... gone!

I think I'll go to KL. I think I'll eat some hawker food.

Ok before anything else. BAND. AUGUSTANA. LISTEN. NOW.

With that out of the way, going to the airport in a couple of hours for the flight to Singapore. Never used Tiger Airways before so see how it goes. Busy stocking up my iPod and PSP right now to keep myself entertained on the flight.

ANYONE WATCHED EURO08??? If you didn't, congrats, you just missed out on probably the most entertaining international tournament in recent history. Germany vs Spain. Not quite the teams I imagined for the final but well done. The lesser evil prevailed. Say what you like, Torres scored the winner, but in reality he didn't do much else and the German defence were pretty disastrous. The kudos should go to Xavi and Senna who bossed the midfield (plus pissing off Ballack which is always a good thing). All in all a pretty damn good tournament with the exception of the punditry. I am really missing ESPNStar now damnit.

What happened over the week.... well my grandmother passed away which is one thing. Another thing, I AM GOING TO MISS MY FLIGHT DAMN IT. OKTHANKSBYE.

i am bored; i shall blog.

theres a reason for everything and theres a reason why that rhythms.

and look, i have finally conquered that word 'rhythm'. for the greater part of my life i haven't been able to spell it successfully at first go, always 'rythm' or 'ryhthm' or something similar to that but yet always wrong. but yet now theres a reason i can do it properly,

'i am very smart.' - Mourinho, June 3rd 2008

Yeap Yeap sounds good. But bullshit aside, my grandmother's condition is deteriorating at an alarming rate. i reckon i'll have to make a trip up to goldcoast sometime in the very present future.
ha ha get it? present future, oxymorons tsk.. oh alright, but nothings really that funny anymore. ie cancer stage 4b and having to go to the hospital every other day for infusions and liquid drainage from the lungs.

its really pretty startling. all my life my grandmother was pretty much the epitomy of strength, never needing nor wanting sympathy at the same time not offering much to others; though to be fair she hasn't really caved in the face of disease. at least not mentally.

sigh but i guess life goes on. i'll have to put my plans to learn fencing on hold just yet so in case if i have to rush up anytime soon i won't be missing too much of my classes.

but in retrospect what are all these if it means being able to see and accompany your loved ones through their last few months? the final lap of life left before the cruelties of death snatches them away.
















torres to score first, spain to win by a single goal margin. Damn. should've placed a bet,

ja.

-jonout

never made it as a wiseman, but who can't cut it as a blind man stealing?

blah blah blah.

i figured any explanation i'll think up in bid to, well, explain why i have not been gracing blogosphere with my royal presence would probably come across as that. yep. so lets save time.

its not that anything special happened lately, just now a recent hairdresser scared me real bad. the sad part of which it isn't zohan. SOMEONE SCARIER, and i shit you not. but not that i plan to go into the lucid details here, for i got enough people to tease me for the rest of my scarred existence.

c y j : 'HE WHAT?'
me : ' ya la niamaaa'
c y j : 'how much he charge?'
me : '12.'
c y ' eh you sure you never pay him extra to do that'
j : 'no wonder cut so nice. put his heart and soul into it somemore'

though on the brighter note, i'll probably erase this from my memory faster than the images of the 2 old ladies in chambermaid's and the SM uniform. holy shit i take that back. that was not bright.

but i'm glad my grandmother reached queensland safely today.(she has cancer and its final) though it was definitely worth it to get up at 7 today to send her off, it was really a struggle. is it just me or do everyone else experience this too, the stubborn inability of your body to get into gear that early in the morning. oh well, yet another point to add to the 'when i rule the world' list. so what if the early bird gets the worm? i don't like that stuff anyway.
hm but at least the gym plan's getting on well.















(the part of which isn't funny, is the fact that thats my head.)

ISAT's on thurs, wish me luck fellas!

-jonout

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Now playing: Nickleback - How You Remind Me
via FoxyTunes

i intend to die, or live forever trying,

awe-inspiring titles are so passe, not to mention a chore to think up so lets make do.

oh and before we start i really need to make this clear. the sole motivation behind my blogging today is i'm getting a tad annoyed with the first post my eyes are forced to digest is related to manchester scum. and by 'tad' i really mean 'loads'. by annoyed i mean really really pissed,

so that shall change now.

but it seems we've hit a little bump. No, no ones pregnant. What? You mean my fellow-blog-owner-who-just-a-few-posts-back -had-the-audacity-to -suggested-luigi-and-i-have-ran-out-of-blogging-ideas-infuriating-us-
when-we-did-nothing-to-deserve-his-wrath? (ps. nothing on that day at least heh)














nah, i'm afraid you have to ask him. What i actually meant was i have nothing to blog about, so lets improvise.

hm lets see, american idol was concluded recently in style; the winner more than worthy, coincidentally the reason why i'm missing AI pretty badly now. oh having been brought to my attention recently that reiteration is important if your words are to leave a memory,

i
need
more
david
cook
songs.

always be my baby has been played 152 times on my ipod, still too little imo. but i need a single by him, just so we can bask and perhaps fornicate in his greatness.

hah, no i'm kidding. well depends who's around, ya dig dawg?

whoops. guess now we can save some time and skip my denial of any AI withdrawal syndromes, and move on to why people hate spoilers.

i tried to be a good samaritan once,
divulging some bleach insights,
thou has yet to be read,
to my horror,
i was not thanked,
but disgracefully sweared at,
why should this have,
happened to me?,
when all i tried,
was to do a good deed?,
and its imperative,
that i halt here,

cause i'm really bored now. the end.

of blogging, time, the stars, lots of bullshit and football; bloody hell.

Yes, I did not blog since the Stone Age (warning: exaggerations may abound in the following paragraphs depending on your interpretation); but so what?

Time is a pretty relative thing for everyone. For argument's sake, some examples. I believe strongly that 8 hours of sleep is too little (most people do as well), while others can live on just 4 hours of sleep a day. I guess sporting those fashionable eye bags gets them through the day (the fashion icons that they are). Another example, yk will probably feel a hundred years is too short a time to comprehend the notion of beating a professional level team in PES, while I find 5 minutes (that's a whole first half of a football game in PES) is too long a time to comprehensively trash him as I see fit (yes, I am pretty damn bitter about you owning PES08 on ps3 unlike me, no sarcasm intended). Time is relative to everyone, and if you were smart enough to skip over that elaborate nonsense I had just written (no, you weren't? that's fine as well), I will say that that was my excuse for not blogging in a while despite promising to do so.

I figured that would be a better excuse to come up with than quote-unquote, "waiting for the stars to be in perfect alignment". Although, given the events in the wee hours of Thursday morning, yes, you know what's coming; maybe, just maybe, those stars were in perfect alignment for MU. By the end of that game, the emotions were probably best described by chef and pottymouth extraodinaire, Gordon Ramsey, two words, "fuck me".

"Goddamnit" you say. "He can't just let it go" you say. Well, to be honest, I really can't. We did it. EPL and UCL double. I said that by the end of the match I would be laughing due to a double, and so I was. Fate? Destiny? You really can't deny the signs. It's the 50th annivesary of the Munich disaster. 40th anniversary of our first European trophy. Paul "can't tackle but sure as hell can shoot" Scholes missed the last final, and there he was, blasting in the winning goal against Barca to send us into the final. Giggs, equalling Charlton's appearance record against Wigan figured he would commemorate the occasion with the goal that gave us the domestic title. On the day he creates a new record for appearances, he figures he would celebrate with the winning penalty for the European title. Doesn't get much better for an MU fan, although that's about as far as it goes. Chelsea fans obviously won't be celebrating, Arse fans are too busy fantasizing of the 'beautiful' football they will be playing next season and no self respecting Liv fan would be approving of an MU win.

So, if you actually read that paragraph and found it to be utter rubbish, you would do well to learn from past mistakes. Exhibit A: end of first paragraph.

Moving on, "about time" you say, can I just make a small complaint? Like most guys, I liked drinking the occasional beer despite it's bitterness. Why drink when it tastes bitter? I figure it is sort of like a rite of passage to be an 'adult' for most guys. Yes, I understand the irony that the notion of 'getting drunk and most likely embarrassing yourself in some shape or form' is considered to be 'adult' behavior. Having said all that, I hope you would have noticed I said "likeD" (capital-lettered the d just in case). Yes, now I do my best to stay away from that bitter nectar of drunkenness. It is not that alcohol in itself is passe for me. Vodka, gin, whiskey? Go for it I say. But sadly I have lost that thirst for beer. All thanks to the underage drunk below. If a beer belly of that magnitude does not scare you, well you must have balls of steel.

On a less 'controversial' issue (really doesn't get more controversial than saying a guy shouldn't drink beer), I have a big qualm with Sony. I have a ps3. Quite frankly, I enjoy using it. However, in some twisted and bizarre way, it reminds me of a strip dance. "WTF" you say. I told you it was twisted and bizarre. Let me get to my point. The connecting thread between the two is the notion of teasing. The latter is pretty self-explanatory, so I will talk about the ps3. You start out with the decent games, enjoying it somewhat, but you need more. There is all the hype of new games coming out that will blow your mind (numb your mind is more logical since we are talking video games, but what the hell). Fast forward a few months later. You buy gta4 and can't wait to start those road rampages on the streets of Liberty City. You put the disc in, pick up the controller in anticipation. The screen fades into black, and then a message pops up. This is paraphrasing but, "THIS GAME CANNOT BE PLAYED DUE TO WRONG OUTPUT SETTINGS". For lack of better words, I need a new, better and more expensive tv. DAMN IT. Going back to my first sentence of this paragraph, this is more controversial, no?

This post is getting a bit long, which really is not in accordance with my recent modus operandi (yes, I am being a prick and using elaborate words because MU won), so I will have to end it soon. Final words, I returned home today absolutely gutted. I am very sure I will be getting my first FAIL in a uni test. "It was a stupid idea to wake up at 2.30am in the morning and watch MU then" you say. "NOOOO" I say. As long as I pass my end of semester exam I shall pass the unit and not have to repeat it.

Would I be willing to fail a test and forego getting a Distinction or whatnot just to watch MU lift 'Big Ears'?
HELL YEAH!

Would I be willing to fail a test and just barely pass a unit just to watch MU lift 'Big Ears'?
HELL YEAH!

Would I be willing to fail a test and fail a unit, thus repeating said unit next year just to watch MU lift 'Big Ears'?
HELL Y... how about I get back to you at the end of the semester?

beery flawed if you ask me,

No really, whats with most dudes and beer?

it is almost as though the amount of beer you can consume is proportional to your manhood, and thus worthy of much mockery if you're unable to gulp down large amounts, in short periods.

since the beer drinking habit started so long ago, almost since the start of mankind, i really don't know how it became popular, but i do imagine it was something like this.

one day man ferments yeast and produces the world's first beer.

man 1 : 'look dude, this tastes bitter and horrible, but its kinda cool still cause i made it'
man 2 : 'yea it tastes horrible, but since i can drink it fast means i'm stronger than you!'
m1 : 'no fuck you dude, watch this *gulp gulp*'
m2 : 'not bad, but i already conquered your whole barrel!'
m1 : 'No Wayyyy'
m2 : 'yea suck on that bitch ha ha!'

so since then when ever someone embarks on the journey of alcohol drinking, its almost an unwritten rule that you should start with the most elementary basics, the bitter crap tasting beer, and if you don't like it, Well, learn to gulp it down anyways.

otherwise you'll be branded weak, we're cool so screw you.

okay la i concede, the fact that almost every girl i have drunk with doesn't like beer one bit, makes everything a whole lot harder.

but hey, you don't have to conform right.

its not that i have anything against beer, no nothing of that sort, no B for beerdetta, but i just don't see the reason you should drink or eat, for that matter, anything that you do not like just for the sake of your reputation.

in fact, many people don't understand beer and assume its had many adverse health effects so on and so forth, but actually did you know even 'beer belly' is not caused by beer solely? overeating and a sedentary lifestyle is ultimately responsible for it, though a STRONG correlation between BINGE drinking and BEER belly has been found.

occasional drinking of beer is, in fact, 'associated with decreased risk of cardiac disease, stroke and cognitive decline.' - wikipedia.


so,
vodka?
'cheers'

whiskey?
'yea mate'

beer?
'no thanks'
'eh but bo ta bo lam par (don't down means no balls) '

















heh.
its alright i'll pass.

Great Black Box

Well, it seems like I'm being forced to blog, what with my two compatriots seemingly running out of ideas (note previous incomprehensible post).

I guess I'll talk about the only thing that has kept me semi-amused for the time being, the PS3. Yes, I own a PS3. You won't hear me argue which one's better, Wii, 360 or PS3, cause to really know would be to buy all three then wait for the playing field to be level first before you start judging them. (Or you could watch this vid and decide for yourself: http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/editorials/zeropunctuation/1383-Zero-Punctuation-Console-Rundown)

But for now, I'll be hankering for the PS3 to eventually beat the stuffing outta the other two but that might take some waiting. Good things come to those who wait I suppose.

And yes back to the PS3. The only thing that's pissing me off is the massive update file I have to download before I can go online on it. (Actually that could be a blessing in disguise seeing that I will have my ass handed to me in pieces in PES 08 by Mr. Jakcrash once I do so.) And with my internet deciding to shit itself and die every few seconds, downloading that file takes a little more patience than I have, worse so because the download resets everytime the connection dies.

Oh well, I'll give it a shot during my holidays, maybe I can finally experience the so-called incredibly fun multiplayer of GTA4. (Yes, it can go multiplayer and it is the most kickass thing ever or so according to what the reviews had led me to think.) For now I guess I would have to say a reluctant good-bye to it, end of the semester brings a hell load of assignments and projects to finish and the ever looming final exams. Sighs.

the B White cabal,

on the surface, everything seems innocuous and unpremeditated, just a sequence of events that was decided simply by fate, or more accurately put, by the number of voters. So it seems.

as followers of season 7 of the tv hit series, american idol might know, the most recent contestant ousted eliminated en route the vicious clambering to the top is, you guessed it, brooke white. okay i may be a tad dramatic here, maybe i will stop, and maybe i would not, but the true reason behind her dismissal would more than justify the elaborate buildup.

and you heard it here first on itstourettesnotbeer.

the break down of her name would come into scrutiny here. for i do believe its the crux behind the whole conspiracy, the very key that will unlock the very doors concealing the truth from our eyes. granted, some might argue that is actually the spectacles, but i am referring not to a physical object but rather..

alright, according to the laws of alliteration and carefully studying the initials of this unfortunate reject's name, this is what we get. Brooke White, B W, Bb Ww, Black White.

by a series of simple sound manifestations and a little bit of lucid imagination( more emphasis on this ingredient) we derive something startling. Remember her audition, where she challenged Simon to bring her to the dark side whilst appearing all so pure and white?

well, in all fairness, white was indeed part of her name, but so is its complementary color. But what does all these mean? drawing parallels from the other great conspiracy that has stumped mankind since it was proposed, the 1 + 1 theory might just prove a revelation.

black, white, 1 plus 1... white, black, 1 + 1... the similarity amongst these is that they are Simple.
Simplicity should not be overlooked. in fact, its arguably the most powerful amongst all forces of nature. Everything was designed simple, the earth, the living creatures and even the laws governing us; it was evolution that changed it all. we evolved, got smarter and starting building things etc. But the basis, the very foundation all is build on is, without a shadow of a doubt, Simplicity.

but even in simplicity lies complication, which is ultimately why the 1 + 1 theory has fooled us all and withstood the test of time. its not until we fully understand what simple is can we understand more. What we do know, however, is how to use it. When paula committed that major gaffe(She complained that Jason's second song left her feeling "empty," but then again, how could she feel anything BUT empty if she hasn't seen the performance yet? - unspecified source), what better way to neutralize it and draw suspicion and contempt away by harvesting simplicity in the form of brooke. this is in itself a very complex method of simplification, but i cannot divulge its origins, unfortunately.

black white, black in 5 letter proportions, white in a similar measurement, it was the epitomy of balance. Balance is what we all try to achieve in any aspect of our life, so theres no telling how far brooke would have gone had she not been the scape goat that salvages the whole american idol fallacy.

in her own right, shes a winner already.

and in my own right, this whole post was simple and solely to prove a simple point. whatever bullshit mario can spew, i can do it better. ah well not something i'm particular proud of but i'll live with it.

-jon out

roses are red, violets are blue; what i am about to say, has nothing to do with you

Seriously, what did she realise? I really want to know. Cannot give hint? So annoying. Tell please.

Seriously, the female mind is unfathomable. Beyond the reaches of our grasps, sadly.

Seriously what did she realise? Tell please, if that's ok with you. Thanks.

remembering memories,

the mind is such a wonderful yet deceptive thing. for starters, like when something absurdly shocking happens, you faint, its inbuilt self defense mechanism just kicks in, and chances are the next time you wake up, the memories gone the very moment they materialized;

almost as though it never happened.

well of course memories could be lost in other ways. for one, simply by not thinking of a certain thing for long periods of time could create a mental lapse; half-hearted attempt to reminisce might not dredge this lost piece of experience, the worse case scenario might even see you fully unable to recall.

but as with most situations associated with the human brain, few things are cast in stone. Be it a simple knock on the head, or a sudden, unexpected flutter of wings, a small action or event could see everything just come flooding back. Little rhyme or reason needed.

perhaps it was the other day when i decided to walk in the rain. feeling the cold send chills right through my spine brought back a piece of childhood which i had lost until now.
(alternatively it could be the jolt of pain when i scraped my shin on the little wooden piece which triggered it, but i can't be sure.)


i was roughly seven. it was at a tuition centre where i made one of the few friends who really left a impact on my life. to be honest, the number of acquaintances i have made has been relatively large, but in actual fact those who i can call close friends have been few and far far between. as you might have figured out by now, i'm not one easy person to get along with. Especially at that age, not too many people had the same penchant for cynical jokes and pulling off elaborate pranks for the sake of a good laugh. pranks on the teacher if i should mention.

anyway, her name was Eunice and this is scary, given my sieve-like memory, its a surprise that i happen to remember her rather vividly. Fair, taller than me (at that time), oval face sharp chin and big eyes. but naturally the most important characteristic was her sense of humor.

the strongest memory we shared so happens to be the time i did something to our english tutor. i really can't remember what was it, but i remember her crying and screaming, certainly not the norm for her who is normally calm and way way collected. i glanced around and caught Eunice's glance, and her look told me she felt like an asshole too. the worrying bit, however, is i don't remember us apologising.

of course i would have, wouldn't i..?



Friends at that age are probably the ones you'll treasure the most upon looking back; simply because children that young's sole criteria when it comes to friends is just being able to get along. Throw aside social status, age, gender, physical features and most importantly, ulterior motives, and chances are you end up with 2 random people who click. Friendship is so much purer this way, when you know you can trust each other and disregard all defenses as you know he/she would not hurt you, intentionally at least.

however you might argue, once you are of a certain age such friendships would not be likely or even possible. But solice comes knowing you experienced it once and had a hell of a time with each other.

i wonder why this slipped my mind for so many years till now.
But as above mentioned, the mind is unfathomable. though i certainly wish i had gotten her email or number or something. why do i vaguely remember her migrating.

perhaps our paths may cross someday,

hopefully the partner in crime i miss might still remember me.

-jon out

an intro to the new world (warning: less dramatic than it sounds)

First up, got to say something honestly. Jon, I edited your post. Wonder how long it will take for you to realise? Probably as long as it takes for you to get to reading the previous sentence and more likely, less than half the time it would take for you to edit this post of mine in revenge.

Second, I shall try my utmost best not to find something to write about from yk's post. Having said that, having cross-examined with the Dictionary of All Things Me, the word 'try' is defined as ATTEMPTING to do something, ALTHOUGH it may or MAY NOT succeed.

Well, the important thing is that I tried. I did my best, but in his state of enlightenment whilst writing said post, he could not resist leaving a passing remark on my past failures. I'm sure he TRIED, but so did I. It's a sad world we live in when we TRY and TRY but just don't live up to our own expectations; but that is a subject for another day.

Yes, I know, it was my failure. He has every right to make note of my failure. I myself lament on my actions, most notably in the usage of an emoticon on MSN which showcases some catlike figure shaking its fist in despair. I know the feeling. However, sometimes people misconstrue failure for an act of mercy. Was it my fault that I was willing to pardon his faults and display mercy to the point of not dumping all his coffee down the sink? Was it my fault that I did not spike his coffee with laxatives? Well yes,in hindsight it was.

Just earlier today, as I was walking out of the local pharmacy, in the corner of my eye, I came across a section of shelves with the heading, "LAXATIVES". For a brief moment, I felt regret. Yes I did. It overcame me to the point that I stood still for 0.001 seconds. Oh it was a shock to my system. I began playing 'a video of what could have been' in my mind. If only... that was the only thing I thought of. Life's regrets. But, in the end I realise, I took the high road. I showed you mercy. You may think otherwise, but I did; and with that, I have no regrets.

Another thing I learned from this stupidity, besides my high morals, is that not drinking kohi (coffee) is more beneficial in the long run. You won't act like a druggie if you don't get your fix. You don't have to go cold turkey to kick the habit, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, you won't have the caffeine-induced energy to stay awake in lectures. And yes people, that is a very important ability to acquire.

The great coffee experiment.

They say the first step to overcoming a problem is to admit you have one. Well here goes; I am addicted to coffee. There, am I supposed to feel a lot better now?

Jokes aside, I've been experimenting on myself what would happen if I were to not drink coffee for the day. Normally, I would do it on a weekend, when the potential fallout of such a move will not be felt so much. Usually when I do this, I would suffer the whole day from head pains and spins*.

One fine Saturday (3 days ago actually.) I decided to be a little stupid. There was a Physics test on the day (yes, I got tests on Saturday, sucks.) and I decide, out of a whim, to not drink coffee**. I don't know what prompted me not to, must've been some insane part of my brain taking over my logical thinking for the moment there. So I walk into the exam room, sit down, take out my stuff, throw my bag to the front of the room. Then the test papers were distributed. The teacher told us to start and we did.

Well, I have only one thing to say after that. I am NEVER going into a test without lots of caffeine in my bloodstream EVER. I stared at the test paper for a full 5 minutes, completely uncomprehending the question. I struggled through the first question in the next 20 minutes, leaving a scary 30 minutes left for 3 more questions. Luckily by then my brain finally warmed up enough for me to barely finish the test.

I am so not looking forward to the results of this test. Now back to procrastinating from doing my physics pre-lab write-up.






*Not to mention a host of other stuff like eye pains, body ache, eyes blurring up.

**Jakcrash threatened to pull the plug on my coffee supply last year when we were doing the TEE. Luckily for me, he never went through with the threat. Don't you wish you did it then?

After Here First?

Hehe, just so I don't get left out now.

Before Here First,

let it be known that i have the power to edit the order of the postings, so basically by the laws of post arrangement i can be called numero uno.

Hah so its one apiece now, bitch!

EDIT: Let it be known I just edited this therefore meaning I have similar power as to you.

Here First

Just to piss people off, let it be known that I was here first. Ok thanks.

This means I leading by one post by the way.