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Meh.


As Trisha had found out rather funnily about her Marriagebot woes,
I found mine on another similar app to that.

Crushbot.




Ugh! I want it to be true~!!

Trisha said Marriagebot sucks 'cause
like those other matchmaking stuff,
it's inaccurate asa blind archer after 3 bottles of Johnny Walker (Whiskey).


Well...maybe I can say the same about this thingy.
Still....I can't say I'm not pleased with the results...

Great...now I have another reason to mope about tonight
while doing my Figure Studies homework.
And my reference this time is Rowan Atkinson
who's smiling rather funnily at me....


I wonder how Rose would react if she saw this, eh?

^^


....*sigh*.....


Sad-ness time....

Onions

Yes, the humble onion.
Under-estimated, it is.
Why?

Here's a small tip about why leftover onions are a reason for FOOD POISONING.

Ed (a nutritionist) says that when food poisoning is reported, the first thing the
officials look for is when the 'victim' last ate ONIONS and where those onions came from (in the potato salad?). Ed says it's not the mayonnaise (as long as it's not homemade Mayo) that spoils in the outdoors.
It's probably the onions, and if not the onions, it's the POTATOES. He explained, onions are a huge magnet for bacteria, especially uncooked onions.
You should never plan to keep a portion of a sliced onion. He says it's not even safe if you put it in a zip-lock bag and put it in your refrigerator.
It's already contaminated enough just by being cut open and out for a bit, that it can be a danger to you.
Ed says if you take the leftover onion and cook it like crazy you'll
probably be okay, but if you slice that leftover onion and put
on your sandwich, you're asking for trouble.
Both the onions and the moist potato in a potato salad, will attract and grow bacteria faster than any commercial mayonnaise will even begin to break down.

And here's a little reminder for those of you who have dogs.

Dogs should never eat onions.
Their stomachs cannot metabolize onions.

As The Skies Begin To Ebb To Gray

I find myself again,
sitting on this cold rooftop,
glancing onto the sunset that bathes me in its orange veil.

My lips remain pursed as this feeling of melancholy envelopes me,
driving me to ponder many a things.

Of one,
I cannot help but wonder if it is destiny that leaves me to be alone.

I have been selfless many times,
bending myself to whims and requests of many.
I do it willingly, of course,
but the irony of the matter is that,
no matter how many times I want to be selfless,
when I try to be selfish for that ever-so-rare occasion,
I am denied?

Why is it that my heart's greatest desire never goes on fulfilled?
Why is it that every time I fall for another,
I am but broken in the end,
never once succeeding?



Just for once, I wish that I could win.
Just for once, I wish she would accept me instead.

Triggering the Outcome

Yes folks.
Chapter 14 is finally here!


It took awhile, didn't it?

Jason: What d'you mean awhile?! It's been months, you idiot!

Eric: Dude, seriously. Was work really that hard?

Voon Keong: Hey, guys, give him a break, yeah? It's college we're talking about, remember?

^^

Oh, guess who's the guy in the pic above, yeah?


Weee~

Quite an Interesting Tale

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself.... Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly-dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'

'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.

'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.

'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.' And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.

His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Destiny has a way of tying us all together, doesn't it?

Yesterday's CNN News

After having dug to a depth of 1000 meters last year, Swedish scientists
found traces of copper wire dating back
1000 years and came to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 1000 years ago.

Not to be outdone by the Swedes, in the weeks that followed, the English dug to a depth of 2000 meters and shortly after, UK newspapers pronounced: English scientists have found traces of 2000 year-old fiber-optic cable and have concluded that their ancestors already had an advanced high-tech digital communications network a thousand years earlier than the Swedes.

One week later, Malaysian newspapers reported the following:
After digging as deep as 5000 meters in the padi fields of Kedah, Malaysian
scientists have found absolutely nothing.
The M'sian Govt therefore declared that 5000 years ago, Malaysian's inhabitants were already using wireless technology.

Moral of the story : Yeeess...Malaysia Bolehhhhhh !!!

Hahaha....good one, eh?

Rivers

So the semester break's here,
and I have some free time.
Well, relatively, since I do have some holiday homework.

I have to draw 8 faces.
I was strangely quite enthusiastic to do some work earlier on Saturday,
proceeding to even plan how many drawings I'd split per week.

Man, I've changed since secondary school....


Aaaanyway,
here I am, my tools at the ready, the paper in front of me,
...but I just don't feel like doing this.

Dammit, what's wrong here?

And for those who've been dying for Chapter 14,
I promise y'all it'll be up soon.



Yaksoku.
(Japanese for promise)


=)

Irony

When you think about it,
it kinda makes sense.
(No pun intended)

Grades

Well, others have posted their works on their own blogs,
while I haven't.

Well, I never felt like it, actually.
Even if it was good or bad.
Meh.

I blame my phone's camera for this.
It's only an outline for one of our final works for Drawing class,
and I got a star for it. Lol?

I got a 'not bad' comment for this one.
Wee~
The Lancer handles like a dream.
I pose a more intimidating figure when I drive around with it.
I don't get pushed around. People actually make room for me.
Haha.

Like the 2 previous works above, I got a B- for this.
Yanning, the lecturer, said the canister on the left is
'not bad' too. ^^

I never really got to complete her. Maybe I would during the break.

I forgot what's her name. Right now, I'm too sleepy to remember...

This is supposed to be Ronan Keating.



I'm verrry sleepy now...so I'ma gonna sleep.

Goodnight...

Memories in Frames

As promised, here are more pics of the party,
courtesy of GC.

Vincent's own personal gaming haven.
Jealous-nye~

Us all having fun in his room.

The salad was awesome, as all the food was. Seriously. It was sumptuous!

Ken using Melvin's camera. Goodness, he looks perverted...

Shaz was really happy. Really.



Bee Lian's squeals are the cutest things one can ever hear,
similar to the sweet sounds of mewing kittens.
.....wait...

A baloon charged with static electricity + a small but feisty girl
=
Bad Hair Day.

Bah, this gal looks good in any lighting lah.

Us singing Happy Birthday to Vincent.

"Eh..,.don't take the whole cake ah..."

Typical Vincent dialogue
=)

There, a better pic of Bee if compared to the one
in the earlier post.

Hahaha, Vincent's face was priceless.
So was mine?

There. Another improved version of an earlier pic,
taken from GC's 7.1 megapixel camera.
It's good, but takes forever to upload pics onto the blogger post,
due to a larger size per photo.

It was a beautiful full-moon night then.
We had to take this.

Vincent's house.
Yes, it may not look big from this angle,
but the inner sanctums are roomy,
to say the least.
Don't believe me?
He has 3 Mercedes Benz!
3!

Kok Wai wanted to enjoy just a tad more before leaving.
We couldn't deny him, now couldn't we?
=)

Dribble Drabble

So today was supposed to be a joyous day.

And it was derailed (so to speak...) for the 1st half of the day.

Bah...fucking speedsters...

Aaaaaanyway,

the highlight of today is of one of the most favorite guys in my class.

Vincent Fang!

Yes folks, today Vincent celebrates his coming-of-age as an 18 year-old man.
And yes, he's now legal.
Weee~


Err, anyway...

here's some of the pics that I have now,
taken on my family's 4 megapixel camera that I brought along.
Goodness...4 megapixels...

I want my cousin's Canon DSLR....
Sell it to me~!

Gah...anyway, back to the topic.
Gomenasai, I tend to drift off...



Here's Shaz.
He ate more BBQ'ed large Tiger Prawns than I could begin to count.
Surprisingly...he actually peeled the shells off this time.
Honestly, I'm too lazy to peel them off myself too,
but not this time.
I peeled.
I'm a good boy. Wee~


Terry and Melvin watching Ratatouille on Vincent's TV.
It's Terry's 1st time watching it. Seriously.
And Melvin's holding a Shandy, mind you.
We don't fancy alcohol. ...Or do we?
Anyway, Vincent's TV was kinda funny.
It showed the Disney Channel version of Ratatouille,
yet it had that blurish quality to it that felt like
it was Blu-Ray or something.
We all reckoned the TV had problems. ...Yeah, it's the TV.



The Man of The Day, Vincent!
He's a ball of fun! (no pun intended...)



Not really much to say here,
just wanted to take a picture of the scenery.
Melvin's holding a really cool Canon DSLR.
I want one!!!
Seriously,
I may need it for my next semester.
Sell it to me already, Ken! (my cousin, not you, Ken Liew. Bleh)



Kok Wai holding onto my guitar.
He strummed a nice tune while the rest of us were
singing Happy Birthday to Vincent.
It added to the mood. Really.
Nice one, Kok Wai.


Vincent and GC.
They were posing for a pic using GC's camera,
so I decided to snap one too.
I was actually too lazy to get them to look at mine when
I took this pic.
Gotta do something about that...



Just look at him.
Vincent's definitely the best lah.
Don't you just wanna hug him?



I hate this stupid 4 megapixel camera...
Oh, and here's Kok Wai and Vincent,
looking all kinds of good for this.



And here comes Shaz to spoil it all.
Just look at Vincent's face!


And here's our resident shorty
-erm, *ahem*-
i mean...
hottie, Bee Lian!
Yeah, another thing to hate about my camera.
The flash doesn't go well with pics like this.
Honestly...this pic doesn't do her justice...




There, a better one.
I'll bet Vincent's silently thinking,
"...Can I eat my cake in peace now...?"



Here comes Terry,
with his usual wacky flavour,
plus a tinge of woohoo-ness in it.
We all have it.


Vincent's weapon of choice:
his cake fork.
"Don't make me fork you ah!"



And finally, here's one with the birthday boy and me.
And if you're wondering...
I'm pointing at him, not doing the 'macho' sign.
'Nuff said.


Terry had a little whipped cream from the cake on his nose.
Someone decided that a little is just not enough.
I'll give you a clue.
She's funny, spunky, cute, and is about the same height as the sofa.
Guess who?



Yup.
You got it.
What gave away the answer?
Was it spunky? ..hmm...definitely spunky...



Terry's bid on an Awesome Face look,
with a different eye angle.
(For legal purposes!)



I'm not one to camwhore.
I just took this pic because Terry ruffled my hair
because of one Vincent's freinds called him random.
Yes folks, he is.
As you can see, I looked very tired.
I was.


If you're wondering what the heck these are,
those are Vincent's PS3 games.
Yes, he has a stack of them.
A stack!
I only have 2 games!
Oh, Shaz is gonna have a sleepless night playing these,
I tell you...
What's worse: There's an MSG4 inside that pile.
Shaz lurves him some MGS. 'Nuff said.
I was just gonna start shooting in Killzone 2 when we had to leave.
Dammit.....
No matter, there's always the next time.
Hehehe...



In order:
Me, Bee Lian, GC, Kok Wai.
We were having a Karaoke Night goin' on there.
And mind you, we were still in Vincent's house.
Yes folks, the man has a karaoke set in his house.




"The cutest bun in town!"
-Channiece-

Picture courtesy of GC's blog.
Taken by Sim Kuan.
Wish I knew her more. She sounds like fun. Bah.

Get the time to know this guy.
He's a real fun guy.
We all love him. We do.
=)



More pics will be up soon because I have yet to get them
from GC's and Melvin's cameras.
Oh, their's are so much better...


Okay, that's about all.
Tell me what you guys think about it, yea?


That means you too, Shaz & Ken (Liew)!
Leave a comment on my CBox.


Cheers.

Thank you for being there for me guys.
I really appreciate it.
I do.
It's nice to know I really do have good freinds.

Chapter 14

Yes, I know, it's been too long since I've last updated my novel.

Seriously, time is something I do not have,

in a way.

Well, my semester breaks's coming soon,

so yeah,

I'll have time to update by then.

Bear with me,

my good people.