Sunday, December 28, 2008



Whee, new blogskin. Kudos to myself wonderful awesome amazing cousin Jo-ann who has kindly done it for me. And it only took 2 months, yay!

Btw, I like pandas. The prevalence of pandas and :3 smileys is a sign of the path I have chosen to walk in life, a path that can only lead to pain and tragedy.

Panda. :3

Christmas party was great.
Christmas was great
CCIS was great.
Church today was great.

Okay done.

Sorry I'm lazy. I never really have much motivation to blog at Jo's house. With that said, it's wayy too long to blog about at home anyway. And I is lazy.

So before I go, I leave you with words of wisdom:

Panda. :3

Monday, December 22, 2008



CCIS Carolling was shooper dooper great.

Quick summary of the event, not going to do one of those dreadfully long-winded posts because I just don't feel like it.

KKMC Basses are the shizz, drowning out everyone else. 40+ year old men acting like mischievious little kids and teasing the poor descant trio. Said descants hit high notes like no one's business. F6s are like huge blasts of sperm-demolishing radiation. E2s are the love, sung to be felt, not heard. Altos seem like inferior-sopranoes/sopranists, but still have way interesting melodies. Tenors get super nice passages with high tessituras. D5/E5/F5 rape my throat but are heckloads of fun to try and hit. BryanK and JonZ kept asking me to sing the tenor passage without using falsetto. Evil much? A certain someone asked me to become a counter-tenor, I almost died on the spot. No way I can sing counter-tenor properly. Although it'd be interesting to try; a range of E2 to F5, 3 octaves, super cool. Still, nah. D4s are already airy.

Carolling at Orchard itself was great. Surrounded by basses, could only hear basses, although this was the general trend for every section. Photographer/videographer dopes with their gargantuan spotlights blinding us were for the lose. Couldn't see auntie Judith conducting at all because of their fake suns. Joy to the World and Hark! The Herald Angels Sing got kinda screwed up because of this.

House-to-house was fun. 3rd house only needed 20 people, so LiXin, huggylicious Darius and I got all of the remaining youths and adults to play Pass the Handsign. Confusing video much, LiXin and I couldn't even remember the handsigns, and we were first haha. Had some really really weird results. KKMC adults are super duper rich can? Like mega ultra huge houses. Left Darius and I gaping.

Ate 2 eclairs at the last house, one choc and one coffee. sinful, must repent. darius didn't control me : ( must lose weight!

stayover in church with Joshy, BryanK, JonZ, Darius, Yingcredible Hock, Annette, Priscilla, Rebekah and Johanna was ^^. Much ado about something in the guys toilet. s-s-s-s-scandalous scandalous scandalous. found out some weird bathing habits about the guys hoho, including a very delicious and scandalous recount of a past experience in the toilet hurhur. blackmail material! slept at 2 after talking about Madagascar I/II, Underworld (:Evolution) and Experiment 626. scratch that, only fell asleep at 3, stupid retainers so uncomfortable. woke up many many times during the time whenever someone adjusted the air-con. finally got up at 7 and went with darius to brush teeth. everyone thought we eloped to commit the next big sexcapade. it's a church, we have that amount of self-restraint at the least! now if it were youth camp again, that'd be a different matter altogether hurhur.

breakfasted at the nearby kopitiam, the porridge there is excellent. weird morning breakfast conversation, drug smuggling and the various places to hide them. apparently people put them up where the sun never shines. some ladies shove them into their hair or into their va-jay-jays, which is even more disturbing. ate as fast as i could before i lost my appetite, which ended up being quite fast anyway.

sang for youth worship for the second time. awesome songs. went off-key, i blame the extensive singing the night before, i was fine during the friday prac haha. couldn't maintain the note and kept wavering as a result. I got nervous and wavered more, leading to more nervousness which resulted in even more wavering. i shook it like a polaroid picture and jell-o. not good. quite little people this week since a significant number went for mission trip.

lifegroup was fun -> lincoln came. there was much suanning, wailing and gnashing of teeth from the bb boys to the yenhow-clone. sang happy birthday for nat, wanted to throw him out of the window, but that was surprisingly considered inappropriate conduct.

i fell asleep during service. so tired. saba and shixian the small delicious chinese cake came. left at 12.30 for dim sum lunch with parents at serangoon garden jumbo seafood. delish. back at home, grandchased and soul-calibur for a while, then dozed off for about an hour. had the much-missed sesame oil chicken from ye olde kopitiam for dinner, then chatted until 1 before sleeping.

woke up at 7, ugh, way too early. played soul calibur as usual. it rained, really heavily. mum called back to ask me to take in the hanging clothes and tape her show. i taped her show and took in the hanging clothes, in that order. mysteriously, they were drenched when i got down 5 minutes later. oh well, some things just can't be helped.

had lunch with yongyong and davis at tampines mall seoul gardens. the oil was evil, kept splattering on us. none of the other tables had the problem, i concluded that it was karma. not mine of course, i only have good karma. very good karma. teriyaki and coffee chicken were delish. curry and tom yum were kinda good. the beef was somewhat tough, but that could have been because i was a pussy and terrified to flip the cooking meat for fear of hot oil being hurled at me. seriously, i was just sitting there and one drop popped out and landed on my lip. speaking of pop, there was an oil bubble and it popped with quite a loud sound. yongyong and i were very O.o. passed them their souveneirs finally. they accepted the boomerangs with much gratitude and then discussed the best way to launch it at me. Judas-es.

Went Yamaha after that. bought a nice pop-song book for like $45, then went around for yongyong to do christmas shopping. mini-toons was crowded like hell, super claustrophobic. second-hand air is unhealthy. davis and i snuck back out to wait for the yongyong then took 22 home. fell asleep, but ride still seemed really long.

had oxtail for dinner. ugh, so full, couldn't eat much.

tomorrow's lunch with yitong, elaine and alphonsus at airport's fish and co. gah, going broke soon. still gotta buy christmas prezzies for the churchies!

rawr, anyway, soul calibur 4 calls. and i need to bathe too. quite a long entry as it turns out, but disjointed and disorganized like anything. oh well, sucks to be this blog. tag pl0x

Sunday, December 14, 2008



Yes, Lino is back, back again. Lino's back, tell a friend.

Kidding. Kudos to anyone who gets the reference. Tag on my tagboard and you can get an e-cookie or a hug.

I officially live for Sundays. Or specifically, for church stuff. Church is awesome, it's awesomely awesome. It's just freaking awesome can? I wish everyday was Sunday, then I could meet up with the churchies every Sunday.

Then again, abstinence makes the heart grow fonder. This is like the time I was strongly advised to stop playing computer games during exams. This is communist bananacrap which I thoroughly ignored and would have played computer games for 8 hours straight if it weren't for ADD.

On a side note, the best-selling Twilight series has been adapted into a movie. While it still puzzles me how Miss Stephanie Meyer's sad excuse of a book has managed to murder the brain cells of many many sick sad fools over the world, it now completely baffles me how this book has been adapted into a movie at all given that Twilight's characters have all the personality and depth of a rotting potato and that 95% of the book is basically Ms Meyer describing her inane sexual fantasies of a well-built, chiselled vampire that glitters in the damn sunlight. That's right, the vampire effing glitters.

Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer the old idea that vampires more or less spontaneously combust in the presence of sunlight. Ms Meyer however, is not satisfied with reaching a level of mass (syntax) genocide that would make Hitler cry himself to sleep. She has decided that in addition to over-describing every 16-year old girl's wet dream for pages and pages on end, a girl character will be introduced. This girl character, much like the protagonist, is a brainless one-dimensional bitch who's apparent sole purpose in life is to stalk this vampire and marry him, thereby sealing her fate as a character doomed to be killed off in Chapter 1 of any fanfic.

Ms Meyer, in one amazingly stupid move, has ensured every girl who has had the misfortune to read Twilight will now have the one and only goal of finding a dreamboat hunk to marry. I will assume that after this wonderful shotgun marraige, these poor girls will sit around and wait for Ms Meyer to release a new book that will instruct them on what to do after they are unhappily married. Perhaps Ms Meyer has found the key to world domination; by mind-controlling the most powerful and brainless force on the planet known as the fangirls, should Ms Meyer ever wish to conquer the world, she will be unstoppable.

If you haven't got my point by now, Twilight is the equivalent of a steaming pile of dung. Do not, for the sake of all that is pure and holy, watch the stupid movie or read the stupid book.

In any case, church today was very awesome as usual. The absence of a noticeable amount of people was deeply regretted and missed; however life must move on just as Oprah must chase butter. On the bright side, Darius and IvanNg came today. Ivan, at first glance, appeared to be wearing a pink t-shirt which I was ready to approve of. However, upon closer examination, it was revealed to be a white t-shirt. My feelings were deeply cheated by this revelation. This would later conjure up memories of realizing that unlike Pokemon, it's considered morally wrong and impossible to throw away any child I am dissatisfied with and cycling up and down again for 5 minutes till a new egg comes out. This disturbing memory however, is a story for another day or therapy session.

Lifegroup was really fun. We didn't have much a lesson today, but instead got down to writing cards for the (K)KF(S)C youths to invite them for our Christmas Party. Darius and I were paired up to write to some chinese guy. Now while I was slightly perturbed at the thought of writing a letter in the format that clearly defied what my english textbook and teachers have tried so hard to hammer endlessly into my head, Robin assured me that this letter format was indeed acceptable. After re-confirming that MOE would not hunt me down and burn me at the stake for charges of treason or heresy along with the necessary encouraging smile from the huggylicious one, I nervously picked up my trusty pencil to wage syntax war with the card.

After the vicious battle, it became apparent that everyone was concerned that the card was treated with love and care. Meanwhile, my many physical and emotional wounds at penning this nefarious letter with a different format went unnoticed by anyone and everyone.

Service was good. This is an excuse to cover up for me falling asleep periodically during it.

Had lunch with too many people to name. Joshua, Bryan, Ivan and Jason are weird. Darius is huggylicious. I ate more than 50% of the food this time, a major accomplishment by my standards.

Carolling was fun. For some reason possibly related to drugs, I volunteered to sing Tenor. I found out just how bad this idea was soon enough as I strained to hit C4s and D4s in Hark! The Herald Angels Sing. After finishing the run-through, I felt somewhat light-headed, possibly another sign that I was drugged. Still, I am thankful that Jason, Joshua and Darius are all singing tenor parts as well. Perhaps after Kenneth helps me on Tuesday, I can hit C4s and D4s without feeling as though my vocal chords are being raped viciously.

Facebook's Pet Society is awesome. It's the family-friendly version of GTA 4 in a nutshell. The idea is simple. Create a pet out of bits and pieces that will never give you a complete species no matter how much you mix and match. Give this abomination a name ( I named my Bobbles, thereby consigning him to a virtual lifetime of endless ridicule ). Play with your pet, and as I was soon to find out, the word 'play' has an immense amount of sexual connotations associated with it.

Coins are the currency of this game and are used to buy clothes, furniture, toys and food. Education has curiously been left out here, perhaps to show the general population that if you eat cheap 5-coin mince pies, take baths and are scratched often enough, you will survive. You can give one of several toys to your pet to play with. When I started out, I was able to give my pet a ball to play with. It seemed to bore quickly of the ball, but was later pleased when I obtained a frisbee and skipping rope for it to play with. Clearly, my pet isn't into ball-playing.

Paw Points on the other hand function like EXP and are obtained through various interactions. Firstly, feeding, scratching or bathing your pet will give you the Paw Point and occasional coin, which makes me wonder if my pet isn't just storing coins away for itself the sneaky little bastard. Bathing and scratching in particular, will make your pet look like it's being inappropriately touched and is, disturbingly, enjoying this digital rape. Secondly, Paw Points can be achieved through interactions with other fugly critters. Kissing is one of these, netting you 20coins and 5 Paw Points for per kiss, per day. This is somewhat akin to the hooker system in GTA, except you don't have to kill the whore to get your money back. Telling a joke also gives you 5 paw points but no money, which is just like real-life comedians. Upon obtaining enough paw points by harassing your pet, your neigbours and the shop owners enough, you advance a level. This gives you more coins, a new/upgraded item and possibly a bigger house. Since it takes forever to accumulate enough coins to actually buy decent furniture, the early upgrade to the house size seems silly and I would much rather have more coins. Sadly, the conniving dope who thought of this game would like to see people spend real money to buy coins to buy furniture with. Smart.

And that's all for this post. Abrupt finish I know, but I'm done ^^

Wednesday, December 10, 2008



Okay, better blog about today before today's events slip away!

Haha okay so basically today I woke up and switched on my computer to hear it make the wonderful high-pitched deafening shriek o' doom. This was discouraging to hear, but I was not in the least surprised because I was just waiting for it to break down. Gave me (an overwhelming) excuse to finally send the silly machine in for reparations.

Called up the HP service staff. Got some indian man who, despite being extremely nice ( as all indian service staff are wont to be ), had a horrendously thick accent. For what it's worth, I might as well have been trying to talk to someone who had 10 sticks of dynamite shoved into his mouth, only he didn't sound like he was going to have ten tons of crap blown out of his head.

I also tried to inform him that we did, in fact, have a warranty until March 2009, a statement he refused to accept by repeatedly telling me that The System that they have is completely up-to-date and as such, if it's not reflected there, it's not happening. Clearly The System is unable to detect hard copies, something which Indian tech guy also seem to be unable to grasp. Perhaps in their warped HP society where everything breaks down every 2 months, The System is what holds their fragile little alien minds together, and anything not dictated by their mothership cannot possibly be happening.

The System is also incapable of detecting human emotion. This is obvious because my boiling rage at this point would have vaporized the machine instantly. However, since Mr Service Staff wasn't intentionally being an irritating, pompous douchebag, I decided that it'd be best for him, me and my blood pressure if I simply ended the call asap.

To his credit, he did try to help me run more diagnostics test, most of which involved starting up the computer. Since this was very much impossible, I more or less just thanked him profusely for all his help but that I really had to go already. I also assured him that I would run those diagnostics tests as soon as possible. This is a variation of a white lie, known as lying through your clenched teeth. I didn't have the heart to inform the tech guy that he could draw me a picture of the diagnostics tests and it wouldn't help me one banana-bit because I couldn't turn on the computer.

Seeing as the warranty problem was still a bugger, I decided to give a call to the Grand Matriarch, the High Priestess of arguing - Mum. After asking her to give HP a 'quick call to confirm the warranty', I put down the phone and laughed, knowing that somewhere in some small cubicle in HP, one very unlucky tech support/customer service person was going to experience the equivalent of hell. Initially, I did feel some pity. But after remembering that this piece of crap HP sold as a laptop for 2.6k breaks down every 2 months, the pity turned into vengeful bloodlust.

Made my way to Parkway after that to cut my hair at the wonderful Two-Step. The haircut today was really nice ( relative to the general pleasantness of most haircuts ) and thoroughly enjoyable. Almost fell asleep during the haircut, but was woken up by some hair ever so gently crash-landing on my nose and giving me an inane urge to sneeze. I didn't, because of my immense willpower. For 3 seconds anyway.

Met up with Timo at the Parkway bus stop where we were suppose to meet BokChong. Mr Bok however, smsed us later that he was delayed and was on a bus 31 to Parkway and asked if we'd so kindly buy him a Strawberry Milk Tea. After agreeing that whatever butter-related business had delayed BokChong was surely important to the survival of the universe, we strolled over to Each-A-Cup to buy a Chocolate Oreo and Strawberry Red Milk Tea. We assumed red, because green strawberry milk tea just looks, sounds and tastes wrong.

BokChong arrived after we'd bought the bubble tea. Waited around a while and crapped about Cr8 ( Encore? ) until 36 came. Got slightly lost. Basically we walked past Millenia Walk, entered Suntec City Mall, went underground, strolled around a bit and came back at Millenia Walk. It was rather vexing, particularly since we had to cross a road with a long little pavement-esque thing in the middle. I'm going to assume that a small rain cloud suddenly appeared over the pavement and decided to rain on it, because the soil wasn't soil. It was like clay. Vicious clay. Like quicksand. Vicious quicksand.

Finally found the guys at the MRT station. Much fuss was created about my hair, mostly arising from how it didn't look toot anymore and now looked vaguely like a pineapple. I faintly remember someone mentioning that my hair looked like the bastard spawn of a "sea anemone" and a "volcano". I am willing to accept however, that this may just be a figment of my imagination, and it was simply the voices in my head mocking me again. Walked and talked as we made our way to our undecided-as-of-yet eating place. We learned many valuable life lessons during this walk.

We learned how BokChong inappropriately hugged Darius in a supposedly-sneaky fashion.
We learned how Sebastian thought I had ulterior motives, which I disproved by hugging Darius in a 光明正大 fashion.
We learned that Darius likes to be hugged. He's huggylicious.

Ended up lunching at Subway. Lunching is used loosely here, since all I did was nibble my Chicken Teriyaki and half a Double Choc Chip cookie. Surprisingly, Subway didn't make me feel hungry even though I had skipped breakfast. Darius' concoction of Iced Lemon Tea and Barley was very interesting. It had a sharp acidic taste to it, with a sour barley aftertaste and was in truth, rather unpleasant. But because Darius looked so excited ( although it could just have been because ShiXian was having a tryst with Saba ) that I gulped down a few more mouthfuls. After the third swallow ( yes, I swallow ), it tasted quite okay.

Bowled after that. The lady who served us at the counter was intentionally being an irritating pompous bitch. She practically shoved the shoes in our face and was generally very snappy. I felt like doing something about it, but because flaming genocide is generally frowned upon by many, I refrained myself and instead settled for squeezing ShiXian's face to relieve my anger.

Had a pretty decent bowling day together.

First Round: 139. Won ^^
Second Round: 97. Lost to Saba's 101 ( horrors of horrors )
Third Round: 113. Lost to Nat's 114 ( the shame ! )

Was top scorer for the day and pretty much consistently at the top so I'm quite satisfied haha! Everyone bowled really well today. BokChong and I proved that we were lategame heroes. Well, I did anyway haha. BokChong took until his 3rd game to break eighty/80/at. Sorry, inside joke ^^

Visited the Arcade after that. House of the Dead 4 was embarassing, died really really fast. BokChong then played DrumMania for a while until him, ShiXian and Saba got addicted to the Hooker Machine where you basically use a misshapened claw to try and capture one of many worthless prizes. Watching them throwing money at the machine was somewhat like flushing money down the toilet bowl, only the former actually has some innate entertainment value. Apparently, their strategy soon turned to a plan of flooding the machine with so much money that it'd explode and rain down upon us all the prizes. Since I was particularly interested in anatomically-incorrect Winnie The Poohs, Mickey/Minnie Mice and what looked like the horror child of a butterfly and Mickey, I quickly pulled Darius, Nat and Timo away. The other three addicts soon followed.

Alas the joy was short-lived as yet another row of Gachapon machines lined the corridors out. Perhaps this is just my accursed logic speaking, but I'm thinking that all the owner of that horrible place wanted was to wrangle each and every banana cent out of the poor souls that happened to patronize it. As luck would have it, there were three morons who were immediately drawn to the Gachapon machines like Oprah is drawn to butter. After trying to yank them away in vain, us four sane ones decided to go ahead and find the food court to eat dinner first. At this point I will reiterate that I skipped breakfast and more-or-less skipped lunch so I was pretty damn ravenous at this point.

Bought some japanese food set. The Ebi Tempura was decent, although I'm suspicious of what was claimed to be chicken. It was covered in a nice amount of batter, and was rather tasty. However because I was looking forward to eating something tasting remotely like chicken, this was worthless. The four of us talked about a lot of things, most of which were random and somewhat NC-16, despite only Darius and I actually being 16. Another interesting and somewhat depressing point to note is that despite being the oldest in the bowling group that day, I was only taller than ShiXian.

The three dopes joined us later for dinner, amazingly managing to pull themselves away from the stupid money-blackhole of a Gachapon Machine. BokChong had won another banana skin and ShiXian had been rewarded with what looked like a small brown dead whale. However, since they were so pleased with their prizes, I couldn't bear to crush the charred husks of what was once their dignity and instead settled for a 'good job'.

While waiting for ShiXian to finish his plate of food and for BokChong to finish his plate and food, we talked about a lot more stuff, spending 1 hour there. The four of us started eating at around 5, and the 7 of us left at around 7, so two hours spent. It was a good fruitful two hours though, fellowship and all that, and all the scandalous little secrets that came to glorious light during the light-hearted banter. BokChong tried to wrestle Darius away from me on several occasions, but after threatening to sit Darius next to the wall and lie on him, BokChong finally relented. Darius looked disappointed, probably because having me lie on him would be the most exciting thing of the entire day. But the best is yet to come, so it can wait for another day.

Left the place at 7 and MRT'd home with Nat, Timo and Darius. Timo and Nat decided to go down to Bishan with Darius and leave me at Dhoby Ghaut all by myself. I didn't quite mind, since this gave me a good amount of time alone with my iProd. It is interesting to note here that if a bomb had exploded, due to the volume of my iProd, I may or may not have heard a sound. Therefore if a bomb explodes, and I am not around to hear it, relative to me, did the bomb make a sound? Another of life's many mysteries.

Came home and had to deal with my mum telling me that a phone number I had purportedly written down and given to her was written wrongly. This was obviously false, as I pointed out to her that not only do I write in a handwriting style completely different from anyone else that I know, my handwriting is also legible. Since the handwriting on the paper looked like a new recently-discovered form of ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphics, it could not possibly have been mine. After much debate, she left the room asking me to be more responsible when writing down numbers. Clearly she ignored everything I said about not writing down the damn number and only served to reaffirm my belief that my family will hate me regardless of anything I do in life. So why not have some fun while at it.

Monday, December 08, 2008



And I'm finally back to blog.

Sorry, Melbourne trip is just too far back to blog about. And it was mostly insane giggling and laughing with Jo-Ann and Jo-Shen coupled with copious amounts of computer gaming. Seriously, we spent like my last two days there playing computer games non-stop. And you know what? We loved every minute of it.

[Cr8 post removed temporarily. Once I finished blogging it entirely, it will be posted up in a new post]