cobrrra juize

i just got back from vietnam on thursday. was there for a 10 day 'study mission' and erm it was fun. we were in our 'working attire' 6 days and i can tell you that it sucks and we felt so retarded standing around in a layer of perma-sweat.

in fact, we were covered in perma-sweat throughout the whole trip because vietnam is hot and vietnam aircons usually do not work. they're just there for show. it makes people think you're rich, until you try to turn it on and it doesn't work and they TIO SCAM LIAO!

we also had fun walking around half naked to each other's rooms and engaging in all forms of nonsensical activities like teaching everyone how to say COBRRRA JUIZE, which some of us (me included) drank as well.

we went to a university in hanoi which were filled with 90% female students. they screamed when they saw us as though we were rockstars. every classroom we passed started screaming like a bunch of madfucks who haven't seen guys in 20,000 years. then they started flirting with us while their principal was giving speeches and shit.

i was talking to a viet girl sitting behind me. i was insisting that she was 30 years old although she's 18 or 19, till the point she gave up.

"ok i am whatever age you want me to be."

"you are 30."

"do you know that in vietnam when a guy meet a girl for the first time and the girl is 30, the guy must kiss her hand?" she asked and extended her hand to me.

"SIAO AH?" i said. "no way."

"why don't you kiss my hand instead?" i asked after a while, and moved my hand to her.

"OK," and she was really going to kiss it but i took it away before she could, luckily.

it was really quite a scary experience.

hello

"note to self: i miss you terribly,
this is what we call a tragedy
come back to me, come back to me."
note to self - from first to last

wow it's been a year. do you remember? would it matter?

knock knock

i'm standing at the door but i don't dare to knock, much less try to enter. i'm afraid that there wasn't even an invitation to begin with. maybe it's gonna be wishful thinking on my part once again, then i'll have to leave in embarrassment, while the occupant looks on and thinks 'what the fuck was that?'

that was me, because i haven't been using my brain much in the past. you would have thought i'd learnt my lesson after the first time, but no. i had to try and be stupid a few more times but hopefully i've grown smarter over the years.

i'm gonna sit on the doorstep and wait, but i don't know what i'm waiting for, because the door has never been opened before. perhaps the door will open and i'll scream and run away at the sight of the horrors that await, or perhaps i'll have so much fun and wonder why didn't i go in sooner?

a

"no, everything won't be alright for me tomorrow.
tomorrow may not come."
snuff on digital - blaqk audio

what's there for me tomorrow? nothing.

waaaaaah

i thought i did resonably well for my exams.

i thought i wouldn't check my results until after the holidays.

or so i thought.

i gave in to the temptation and checked my results and now i'm not the least bit happy.

aaaaaaaaaaaaah fuck. 2.8 is the 2nd lowest results i obtained in my poly life. only my first sem was worse.

maybe this is the bad luck i've been anticipating. let's wait for more.

randomsss

"i'll stare forever
and love whatever breaks my heart."
semiotic love - blaqk audio

my new groupmates make my ears bleed on a daily basis. i hope they read this and spare my poor soul. either that or they'll hate me for a long time. both ways work for me.

i went to the cd section at borders yesterday and oh my, it's a wonderland! i took a (long) walk around and found about 10 cds that i want to buy. that'll be only $200+ but considering they are impossible to find anywhere else in singapore except at hmv at twice the price, it's really a good deal.

i gotta remind myself not to spend so much on cds. but they smell so nice and i can't resist. fuck me.

and and and i had some things to say but i can't remember.

bullet theory

funeral for a friend were excellent but i think their set was rather RATHER short, only slightly more than an hour. we also met the guitarist on friday and took some pictures with him.

i managed to do the following, in order of incidence (i think):

1. find $50 on the floor
2. trip a mosher and made him grind 2m across the floor
3. bump my lip against someone's shoulder and get it split slightly
4. make fun of the firefight singer with my cousin by imitating his actions and spazzing beside him
5. trip 2 more moshers to win my cousin in the tripping challenge 3-2

drunk talks

"if you show me heaven, i will meet you there."
stiff kittens - blaqk audio

i've been reading that book very very slowly, only around 20 pages a day. there are just so many things in it that i find myself agreeing with.

like when it says true love and beauty can only occur in secret and outside of the public eye, away from persecution.

how it is only possible to love when there is no one else involved in it, when you don't have to meet up to the expectations of anyone else.

once this love is known to others, it is inevitable that it is judged and everything would be influenced by the ideals of others who have Nothing to do with it.

and then the love will start to rot and disintegrate under the immense pressure of having to live up to the expectations of others, and not just what is important to the TWO people involved.

funny ah?

i worked with a man of about 50 years old. one day he was giving out flyers when a group of banglas walked by. he approached them.

"hello ah pu neh neh! want to see camera?" he said very loudly. i started laughing quite uncontrollably inside the booth. the banglas were not interested and soon walked away.

he started to flap his hand in front of his face. "wah! they really got some kind of funny smell," he said in mandrin.

in the 4 days there, i've witnessed him calling indians/banglas ah pu neh nehs at least 5 times. he also used the acronym APNN, like "hello APNN!"

besides that, he liked to call caucasians 'ang mohs' when trying to get their attention.

"ang moh! ang moh! come here see camera!" he would shout. at first i couldn't decide if he was being rude, ignorant, or just simply funny. in the end, i concluded that it was just too damn funny.

then there was another guy who usually works at harvey norman. an ex-customer recognised him.

he said "oooh! i know you! you were the one with your friend wanted to buy dvd player then ask ask ask sooo many questions in the end never buy right?"

in the end it turns out the friend bought a similar model from courts instead.

"chao chee bye! FUCK YOUR MOTHER LAH!" he said to me after the guy left. "some people got no brain lah! i ask him to spend a bit more and buy the one with hard disc inside then he don't want. it's so much better. STILL DARE TO TELL ME HE BUY FROM COURTS!"

he also told a little girl co-worker that he had 'birds nest' when she asked for some miracle to cure her sore throat. she didn't get it and still said "WAH! give me leh!" and i just stood beside her and giggled to myself.

working with people like these makes time pass very quickly indeed.

what i learnt

1. there are many irritating cunts who are alive although they shouldn't be
2. you must match the personality of the customer
3. don't bother talking to every customer
4. marketing is important
5. olympus' marketing sucks balls
6. salespeople WILL curse you if you don't buy after asking 20,000 questions
7. some cunts find joy in acting deaf when we say hello
8. i am never satisfied, at first i wished i could even get the chance to work, which i did
9. and then i wished i could work more after i had 2 days, which i did
10. now i wished i could work for sony or nikon because their sales are mad while ours was...

the rat

i swallowed a rat last year and it's been living in my chest ever since. it gets hungry because i don't feed it and it scratches and gnaws at my insides. it hurts but i don't blame it because it's my fault that it is hungry.

the rat just wants to get out and get some food. i'm afraid one day it will tunnel out of my chest and i will die. i must feed it but i am unable to do so.