Tattoo Magazine presents “Artistry in Ink”
One of the biggest tattoo events in the US happens this weekend in Anaheim, California.
If only I could be there, instead of spending a boring Saturday afternoon thinking of what to do later on in the evening, which would probably end up as nothing.
Today's a really boring day, and I have nothing more to write.
All Is As It Should Be
When you walk through the storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on, through the wind
Walk on, through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
How Far Have We Come?
As I woke up from my afternoon nap, the question suddenly hit me. How far have I come since my relationship with the ex ended? I climbed down my loft, and playing on my trusty winamp was Rachel Yamagata's Reason Why. It was just so fitting. So please, if you haven't taken my advice and "acquired" the album, please do.
In the same breath as Lu, I shall post the chorus from Reason Why
So I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back
And say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there
On a different note, Pool will win the Champions League tonight.
Till next time, goodbye world.
Please, Cough Into Your Issues
It's horrible how many times I've gone over the same tattoo mags over and over again. I can't wait to get new issues. They're coming soon...the suspense!!
Bad thing is, I've gotta cough up a lot of money for them. Somehow, every month, just when I think I'm doing a pretty good job, something really essential like that comes along and foils my plan to save for old age =P
Lulu, stop that little disapproving frown that's accompanied with that little shake of your head.
I'm still waiting for the next session. It's only a couple of weeks away, as the shop's being relocated. Ahhh... a new environment. How exciting!
Going for pre-admission testing for my Arthroscopy Lateral Release Op next week. Sounds really major huh. I like medical terms and how esoteric they are. If you walked past me on the street and asked me what the hell that meant, I would probably have thought along the lines of masturbation.
Till next time, goodbye world.
Linner And A Blovie
Today I got another MC from camp for being sick. Ok fine I wasn't about to die, but the doc was kind enough to use his discretion that a sick soldier is not a productive one, especially a sick buffalo. Hence, I met up with Huan Ning for a Linner and a Blovie!
In case you're wondering, that's Lunch+Dinner & A Blowjob-Movie; not a Blowjob + Movie, so don't get any wrong ideas. Don't wanna be messing with anyone's mind there.
We had the buffet at Sakae. It's the first time I've had that in years. And no I'm not lying. It's really been that long. I think we definitely got our money's worth, consumer price-wise. And if not for Huan Ning, I never would have realised that they put more rice and less ingredients for the sushi during the buffet. Yeah, common sense if u're a true entrepreneur in the business sense, but what can I say, it just didn't cross my mind. This is like the second time in days that I've been scummed on by the friggin restauranters. This is getting too much. Fortunately, May Yang was quick enough to use a container they provided to dump all the unfinished rice. There was just too much rice. Good for her. She can surprise people at times with her very intermittent sparks of brilliance. I've made a mental note to bring my own handy, trusty, reusable Tupper the next time I'm out for the sushi buffet. I'm sure Bagel would love some sticky rice for dinner, although we would have a hard time cleaning up his shit.
We headed to Lido after May had her ciggie and comfort-shit-while-talking-to-kelvin combo. That, by the way, is something I can never do, or rather haven't really tried doing, since Combo 1 for me is the ever-so-cliche comfort shit and ciggie combo. Relaxing. Really.
We watched Inside Deep Throat, a documentary about the first deep throat porn ever made. Hence, the term. What really surprised me was that all these people interviewed were supposed to be part of the unblossomed porn industry at the time, but they had never seen someone deep throat like that. Well, maybe we are in fact in very lucky times, ladies and gentlemen. Deep throating is all around us nowadays. Ah the debauchery in the world today. It makes me sick just thinking about it. How could they have let the porn industry grow to its current size? Worse, it's still considered to be burgeoning. Men-in-White, kindly note the feasibility of this industry. It will be the next big thing, definitely something that would boost the economy once this whole life sciences business has run its course. Hence, prepare boys and girls, for the next big major in college: BSc. in Free Expression. Fuck till you drop.
Till next time, goodbye world.
Annoyances: A Fever, A Sore Throat, A Runny Nose
I just got back from Bintan a couple of hours ago. I'm running a fever, coughing out phlegm and spewing out at-times-bloody mucus. So Lulu, I hope you're happy that you've got something to read on here, cos I really feel like dying now, but I suddenly thought of you and your boring little room in London with nothing to do but snoop around on other peoples' blogs, and so I'm writing this.
Anyway, Bintan was quite fun! Remember the last time we were there? The place I stayed at this time isn't as resorty, so that's good. We managed to wakeboard and jetski as well! And I have to admit, I'm really quite good at it. LA LA LA
However, we went in a group, and so in a group you always have little annoying things happen. Basically not everone was up to paying that much for food, especially since they bloody charge singapore prices over there, but some people were less sensitive to that issue. I guess maybe there are two sides to it. If you go on a holiday, you have to spend as much as you can, and can only live in luxury cos you have a golden ass. Oh well, but it did surprise me that I managed to hold back from actually screwing that person. Cheryl pointed that out; and she's right I should be given a prize for that! Or maybe it was just the fever.
One other annoyance was the the resort refused to provide us with hot water, which made our efforts in bringing cup noodles futile. And yes, we carried all the cups back to Singapore. These resort owners are getting too smart. Make a note: need to think of new ways to scum on them.
All in all, it was quite an enjoyable trip, and now I have plans to become a pro at wakeboarding. Oh so does May. Right May Yang?
Till next time, goodbye world.
Gambling Galore!
Hmm.. it's been quite a few weeks since I last made an entry here. Well, before anyone says anything (yeah the few who actually bother to read) I have been BUSY. It's not like I've been slacking the past couple of weeks away. I've actually been busy coming up with my first real short story for the National Arts Council's Golden Point Award. I must admit that ever since I entered the Army, not to mention the one year attachment stint in DB, it's been a lot harder for me to just pick a topic and write off the top of my head. I used to be able to do that so easily.. well then again, maybe that's because it was in secondary school and things were so much simpler back then. Ahh.. memories.
Anyhow, I did manage to finally finish writing my story. In fact, I'm quite happy because to me it's an accomplishment. I actually had about 9 days to really sit down and write, and I must say those 9 days were not the most inspirational ones I've had. I really had to plough through the story, forcing the words out. As a result, I'm not fully satisfied with the end result. Well, I should have put more time into it. Procrastination is a killer.
I have to admit that what motivated me to actually churn out the story was the challenge involved. I needed to know that I was capable of doing something properly, especially something with a deadline. ALSO, first prize is 4k cash and a 6k education grant - which got me thinking, are we really that hard up for the money? Would anyone actually bother entering their creations into a competition if the prize wasn't attractive? Are we too obsessed with money?
At first, I had absolutely no hypothesis on this issue. However, as I sat in the polyclinic this morning waiting for my queue number to flash on the display, it hit me. Innately, we're all gamblers, waiting for a chance to hit the jackpot.
Seeing a doctor in a polyclinic is no joke. As compared to a private clinic, where the total time spent from stepping into the clinic until leaving it is about 30 mins, the average time spent at a polyclinic is about 2 hours. When you step into a polyclinic, they give you a queue number, which you will be identified with until you leave the clinic. It's all about those 4 digits.
As I took my queue number, a 4-digit combination of course, I sat outside the clinic, staring at the LED display, waiting for my turn to arrive. I stared so hard, so long, and waited for so long, that I inevitably fell asleep. It is said that humans can only fully concentrate on a certain task for an average of 30 mins.
When I awoke, the number on the display closely resembled mine. Ah, I thought, I'm almost there. Alas, I was sadly wrong. I had to wait for another 6 patients before I hit the jackpot. When my identity flashed on the display, I was in such a state of ecstasy that I forgot all about my poor ankle. That only lasted so long. The minute I jumped up, the pain shot right through my spiky crown.
Such a minute incident, with such dramatic effects. I was so satisfied with seeing my number that I almost felt as if I had struck the lotto, even though I knew that it would inevitably flash.
A few days ago, my friend J got into an accident. Just for the record, it wasn't his fault, and I do feel that the other driver ought to be lynched for wrecking his beloved car. I digress. That we shall leave to another time. Anyhow, the minute people heard about the accident, they must have jumped for joy, for amongst the first few questions asked were "What's your number plate?", "Which road were you travelling on?", "What time was the accident?". All these are essential pieces of information which would contribute to the combination of 4-digit numbers. I personally feel that betting on the 4-digit lottery, affectionately called 4-D, is a disgusting national pastime. I don't believe in putting one's hard-earned money on the line, against all odds, in the hope of getting some returns. More often than not, only the bookies make money.
All this gambling has become part and parcel of our society, and the majority of us don't really have any big issues with it. However, don't you think it's time for us to change this perception? Shouldn't we be happy and contented knowing that we will have some things, and not others. Of course, we'll be happier if we attained things that are unexpected, but that's really just a bonus. I think it's time that we look inward and realise that greed IS the root to all evil.
However, before anyone jumps to conclusion about my being too idealistic, I have to admit: I put 30 bucks on J's number to open this weekend. After all, I'm human, and if you can't beat them, join them. Wish me luck my friends.
Till next time, goodbye world.
SATire for the weekend
I SAT for the SAT I this past SATurday. The test lasted a total of 225 minutes, with two 5-minute breaks in between sections. Preparations for the test had gone well, in my opinion.
Test day, however, was a whole different story. I had gotten enough rest the night before, I had done my practice tests, and I had taken a dump before I left home. All seemed to be going well, no doubt.
About a quarter way into the test, I had already picked up on two questions that came out in the practice tests. Out of 8 practice tests, two questions actually came out. I admit that I wasn't even expecting any of them to be republished on the actual test, but hey, two?! From the official administrators of the SAT I buy this 4-inch thick book, spending more than half a century of my valuable Singapore currency, and all I got from that was a lot of stress and two questions? So much for consumer power. This world needs to see more power given back to the consumer.
Halfway through, I was really zoned out. The questions were coming at me fast and furious, the clock never seemed to have sufficient markings, and the pulsating beat in my head never stopped to take a breath.
What I couldn't understand was why these so-called educators have to be so anal about the test. What exactly are they looking out for? People who can think fast, think well, write well, masturbate efficiently, and still manage to cook an omelette with their feet? Monkeys can do that. Maybe we should try administering the test to monkeys (of a certain breed of monkeys this cannot be done, since this breed is actually made up of humans DRESSED UP as monkeys).
I think the educators should rethink their stand on making young, poor fledglings like us go through rigorous testing experiences like this.
Of course, now that I'm done with it, I can't really be bothered anymore. That is, unless I have to retake it. That we shall leave for another time.
Till next time, goodbye world.
When Fever Becomes Us
Accomplishments are always a good thing. It gives people a sense of success, no matter how meager the accomplishment might seem to others. Most of us would probably rejoice and claim the utmost credit when we accomplish something, be it within us or otherwise.
Under the sweltering 33 degree heat this afternoon, I decided to be nice and gave the Euro R a wash and wax. The wash went pretty smoothly, with no gargantuan amount of strength and perspiration being exploited. I was pleased with myself when the Euro was finally clean.
Then began the polishing and waxing. First layer on, and I started to feel the perpiration clawing at my t-shirt. I took a breather, allowing the wax to dry, and at the same time inspecting my masterpiece, making sure that not a single spot had been missed. Satisfaction reeled through my blood, and I could feel an adrenaline high coming on.
Stage two commenced. Starting from the back of the Euro, I centered my palm onto the sponge, and began polishing the wax off. The first ten minutes were a rush. Nothing could stop my arms from circling the sweet bloody body of the Euro.
I went all around her till a showroom shine emerged on all four sides. Standing tall, I gazed at the beauty that was before me. There was still the hood and top left untouched. An hour had passed. Refusing to be defeated, and driven by the ecstatic thought of how the Euro would look, I pressed on. My arms ached, and I now only wore a fusion of my T and skin. I moved on to the tyres, and gave them a shine that my army boots would never even taste.
I felt a fever running through me, having accomplished this onerous challenge, and more so because I got a positive feedback from Dad, the owner of the Euro. I whispered within me, "Now who the man..."
A couple of hours later, I went to NUS with TeRence for a game of footy. There we played against a team whose players were at least two years younger, and definitely much fitter. In fact, the comparison was nonexistent. One team had fitness, the other none. Enough said.
However, we managed to hold them for quite a while, or so it still seems to be. When they finally scored, one of them screamed, "Come on! Nice shot!" Nothing perculiar about being charged up. However, in my opinion, he was overly enthusiastic during the game. Ok, I'm being too nice. He was a wanker.
It just got me thinking. We're having a nice Saturday afternoon game of footy, just trying to enjoy ourselves, playing hard but at the same time keeping a sense of sportsmanship, but this dude just didn't get it. Does the fever overwhelm us so, that we cannot even have the decency to be friendly while playing a friendly game of footy? Trash talking is fine if it's competitive, but I feel that it has no place in a game of such inconsequence. Sure, we all want to win, but winning as a wanker is just beyond my understanding.
I really wonder what drives people like that. Am I being too laid back? Or are they overzealous? A matter of perspective. Maybe it's me who's lacking the competitive spirit, but I will never be able to find out, because I'll never be a wanker who takes a friendly game too far. I hope that future games will be a better experience.
Till next time, goodbye world.
