Ta Da~

7 hours of flight is no joke. It may not be the longest, but definitely is hurting enough, at least for me on my lovely arse.

I arrived in Singapore yesterday night and geez, was I glad to smell the air of my homeland again. I am still nursing a hangover from last night =D

I love hangovers. It reminds me of how much I drink the night before.

Once arrived in Singapore, I was greeted by my entire family and of course, 3 of my lovely friends who made the effort to take the cab down despite the overrated taxi charges that have increased over the last 10 months while I was away.

On the way back home, passing by TPE and CTE. I realise how much I miss Singapore and how bright the roads are back home.

Upon reaching home, I was frantically trying to unpack my stuff, unwrapping all the gifts I bought for my family members like a virgin Santa doing his first home visit; albeit a skinner Santa.

Adjourned to the old place, a prata shop with my friends and did something which I badly wanted to have for the months I was away; have a fucking ice coffee that costs only $1.50 and a mee goreng for $3.

Night was not to end like this so I got an old buddy of mine to head to my home and drink the night out. Feeling is great seeing my old friends and family members again =D

Well, there shall be more to come before I head back to being a student 2 months later. Till then, its FUCKING PARTYING TIME!

But not to forget, passing my supp paper in January as my priority first =X

Aching. Aching. Aching?

As I am typing, every single muscular membranes in my body are aching, like hell. Even my fingers are aching, resulting in my 500 words/min typing speed reduce to like 50 w/min. This is what happen when you have only 2 fully functional fingers.

The reason for this comes from various reasons.

Firstly, I've been playing soccer so often lately like a boy who just discover new porno series, eagerly anticipating everyday, and every minute. I mean its fun playing soccer here. Back home, there's only Singaporeans to play with, minus the fact there are chinese, malays and indians.

Over here, there are real Chinese (as in china guys), arabians, australians, vietnamese, myanmese, malaysians, japanese, no koreans cause I think they excel better in eating Kimchi. Multi nationality playing atmosphere exposes you to many new interesting facts.

For instance, sometimes you have no shit idea what they are talking about. They blabber so much in their own language sometimes that Indians can treat me as their own and shout to me in tamil. I mean what the fuck?

Other than I have a black ass, I don't think any of my body part is really that dark.

Soccer itself, is a sport that is a common language itself.

On the field itself, we understand each other by our body movements. Knowing when they will pass, dribble or even shoot. Of course, I can see it when they really want to hit me cause I am a physical guy. What I lack in speed, I make it up from my physique, shielding them with my body in every possible situations.

Guess what, even 7 foot tall Aussies are no match for my strength. Pfft, so what if you have a longer dick =D

Anyways, another reason why my body is aching is due to the fact I did a major cleaning and packin up today. Since I will be shifting to another house next semester, I was busy throwing all my junks which I collected in the last 18 months into cardboards. Many cardboards to be exact, 10 in all.

I was surprise I had these much amount of things. Soem were given to me by friends, some I bought it myself.

I hate moving house. Geez..

I had to pack my luggage as well for my trip back home in 2 DAYS!

All right, this concludes a hectic day of mine. I am hungry.

Solitude.Nirvana.Tranquility.

Life's been pretty peaceful lately; calmness comparable to Pamela Anderson left untouched when thrown into a sea of horny men.

It's been so quiet till a limit which it seems too boring. I am damn bored. Routine lately consists of going to work, cook, sleep and this cycle goes on and on.

The truth is, I can't wait to go back Singapore even though I foresee it would be boring as well. But hey, it would be a whole new level of boredom. Take away cooking and working. It would be just sleep and sleep.

Oh for people who still doesn't know, Yours Sincerely will be everyone's best Christmas present for 2007. I will be arriving on Christmas day itself.

Talk about grand entrance. Pppffftttttt, I sure know how to behave like one.

Recently, I've been trying to clear my stockpiles of instant food as well. 8 min pasta, 5 min fried rice, 3 min mash potatoe or even 30 sec coffee.

Name whatever you can think of, and I bet I have one. I am even ready to set up a fast food cafe where any food will be ready before you can even warm your seats.

It's not that I love instant food, I just bought too much during my exam period. I guess one of the reason I failed one paper must be because of nutrition deprivation. MSG clogs up my brain cells. But the huge mass amount of hair I have doesn't make up for the fact I actaully consumed too much MSG.

I have hair this thick that I can ride a bike on CTE without wearing any helmet. My hair is enough to cushion any impact on me should I encounter any accident.

Ok, 9 more days of absolute boredom-ness. I shall face the remaining days like a true man.

Till then, adious amigos.....

The Longest Dinner Party.. Ever

We have this certain system that works in our sandwich shop. For everything you break, you have to pay a certain amount of money which will be contributed to our christmas party.


Yesterday, we had this certain christmas party which in overall, I have contributed 9 bucks. 2 bucks for a stupid broken cup and yeah, 7 for the lengendary can-opener. I was amongst the bottom lowest ranking paying personnel. Some of the top ranking people included smashed cakes, shattered plates and flying glass bottles. Geez. How clumsy can people get?


Anyway yeah, it reads christmas party but do not ask me why we had this party 2 weeks in advance of the actual date. I told ya Aussies are inefficient. But when it comes to partying, they are in line for the next most hardworking oscar awards.


I am still suffering from a slight hangover from last night. The night which marks the longest dinner and earliest drinking party ever.


The commencement of the party began at around 5pm at our bosses' place (married couple of australian and singaporean) when it was still all bright and sunny. By then, we were already starting to drown ourselves in toxification of the body. As expected, by 6pm, there were already glowing red faces hovering around the house.









Oh, in preparation of what you guys are going to see later on. I would just like to inform that my boss is a chef specializing in fine dining, or so-called food that makes people slightly more full than a prata kosong.


The first appetizer came at 530pm. Mushroom chicken on top of this small crust. No wonder its called the appetizer, I can eat 4000 of this inclusive of the 2 bottles of beer I had earlier.


But through this first course of the day, I finally know my boss is really a chef. And a fine one indeed.

2nd dish of the day. Some potatoe thing on top of half a mushroom. The good thing I like about these first 2 dishes is that it goes stright into my mouth. Damn gooooddddd.

And the best thing is, all these free meals and unlimited flow of alcohol for just 9 bucks =D

3rd meal of the day, his famous duck puffs showered in plum sauce.

For a moment, I thought I was in heavens from my first mouth of this duck puff. Or could it be the beers?

If you guys thought this was the end, you were wrong. I was wrong. At around 8pm, my aussie boss was seen busy grilling random food on the BBQ pit. Looking at the food and the earlier impression he gave me, I know I was in for a treat. For 9 bucks. Pffftttttt... Cheaper than Mcdonalds. Fuck burgers from now on.

When it was all done, it was already 930pm. The background picture shows my lady boss. She was knocked flat out by then from all the drinks. This situation I like best, one less competitor to share the food with.

I am evil, I am Singaporean.

Judging from the picture, I know for certain one of my friends would have guessed what it is.

Lambchops with truffle sauce. Do not ask me what the fuck truffle sauce is. I only know its quite expensive and taste helluva fucking Nice with a capital 'N'.

An imitation of our local Satay. I guess my boss knows it can't be compared to the authentic ones. So he says that it is just chicken on a skewer.

Duhhh, Australians sure knows to find excuses.

Juicy, tenderlising pork. One of the nicest I eaten and its style of cooking is pretty similar to the chinese method.

Prawns and sotongs. And guess what, I contributed to this dish. I peeled the prawns earlier on in the shop. I don't care what you say! I am half a chef! Screw you!

Mango Salad.

I was actually kinda looking forward to this one cause my colleague from China was telling me how nice it is, so on and so forth. Apparently they had this similar dish at the last year's christmas party as well. So by popular demand, my boss specially made this certain dish again.

Just by eating the first mouthful of it, I realised a fact. People from China do not know how to taste food. Enough said.

I've grown to like salmon during my short 1 and a half years stay in Australia. Look at the picture and you will know about the quality of the food yourself.

Finally, the picture of the staff of our sandwich shop =D

Just for a note, dinner ended at around 10pm before we carried on drinking till 1am. Picture consists of Singaporeans, Malaysians, Koreans, Chinese and Australians.

Needless to say, at the end of the night, it is once again proven that Australians are the reigning party animals with their in-born skills of drinking beers and spirits like water.

With my lady boss and me as the only Singaporeans around, and the fact that she was knocked out very early, it was up to me to carry my country's honour on my shoulders. I didn't win but I didn't lose badly either.

I shall not find any excuses for losing.

It's not that I can't drink anymore. I just ate too much.

What Have I Been Up To

On a short note, I realise that it has been a while when I actually gave a proper update on what I've been doing lately.

Few years down the road, I would not want to have the kind of what the fuck expression when I read through my current few weeks entries in an attempt to reminiscence my past.

What the fuck am I talking about?

Anyway, it took me quite a fair bit amount of time to get through the horrorfied fact that I failed one of my paper. I never been through this before and was not really sure how I should get over this kind of setback.

Trust me, losing the camera nor shitting in your pants ever came close to this. At least for me.

Apart from the bitter memories of failing my paper, I also experienced extreme suayness in my work that even my fellow Singaporean lady boss can just shake her head in disbelief.

I mean I am working as a sandwich boy, what things can possibly happen right?

Well, if you put aside burning and cutting my hands and fingers countless times, losing the can opener 2 times in a row in one short day (P.S. The can opener has never been lost in the history ever since the shop was set up) and a near loss of the shop's key, nothing worse actually happen.

In short, this year has been memorable. Let's just hope, I mean PLEASE LET ME hope that nothing else unlucky befall onto me for the rest of this year. Never mind the good things. As long as nothing bad happen, I would consider myself to be the luckiest man in the whole world.

Upon saying that, I definitely don't mean that from next year onwards, I shall be curse again. I meant please let me have a change of luck.

Knowing that I am so fucking suay, I stayed at home today as I was not working. I mean what bad things can happen at home right?

Other than the pot falling on my left toe and I mistook my facial cleanser as the toothpaste (again), it has been a lovely day.

Well, since I am at the bottom now, I believe things can only get better. I think.

Enough of my current 'don't-even-wana-mention-life', let's write about something good.

Attended one my of housemates' graduation yesterday. It has been like the 3rd graduation I attended ever since I came here. I suddenly have this strong urge in my mind praying that hopefully I can have my graduation as scheduled next July.

So boys and girls, if you haven't been doing any good deeds lately. Here's one for you.

Put your hands together and pray that I can graduate next July =D