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Apparently, I’ve let another blog die… But old habits die hard and I’m back with Carousel.

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Trying sunset shots for the first time. More in flickr.com…

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Meet Alv, my arty impression of m’ pal Alvin.

Alvin’s the man, he knows all the answers to Logic Design (Module), he doesn’t accept charity food and he rocks Kimmi’s socks.

Went down to Library@Orchard after visiting the Chinese Acupuncture Doctor for my overstrained muscle (at the calf) bloody hell, the acupunture with the electric thingy, the massage and the suction cup thingy were bloody painful, to study with Kim and Alvin.

Studying with friends is definitely less stressful, especially when Alvin’s around to answer your every question and meet to all your needs. He’s 100% fully functionable, 100% efficient and 100% no-money-back guaranteed.

Then, there’s also Kim who’s always trying to act cute and behave like a small mei mei. As it turns out, she always gets bullied by Alvin who’s secretly dying for her and posing for my camera…

Kim, just like me, has a very low attention span. While she gazes away from her revision, day dreams, makes faces and complain about my songs from U2 and Frans Ferdinaz and compliments Jars of Clay and Lifehouse, I take pictures of her, doing the faces. Still, despite the distractions and photographing, I think I did adequate revision today. =). Hopefully, they’ll settle for coming to my place tomorrow to continue revision. Because, seriously, I can’t study alone and I’m too lazy to go out. So Kimmie and Alvin, “Pretty, pretty pleeease. With sugar and whipped cream with chocolate fudge on top…”

If you see me walking down
that silhouette road,
call into the skies,
to that wispy purple cloud.

Calling to angels,
and albeit no belief;
how hollow it seems,
such mockery.

Call to the skies, be it
the purple wispy clouds or
shooting stars-
Neither will reply, when
you see me walking down
that silhouette road, walking
away.
-ianny

It’s one in the morning and it feels like its still 10pm. If I’m not careful, I just might become nocturnal.

Today, hm, the usual stuff. The same ol’ Saturday routine- German in the morning and then band in the afternoon, right after. This was the first in a month since I’ve been to band. Exams are starting next week and I didn’t really want to do, but with all the reports that made me miss a month of practice, I had no choice I felt guilty.

Anyway, had dinner at chomp chomp with Darell, Jan and Gary, and made up for my studies at Coffee Bean at Serangoon Gardens Village.

Oh and I’ve gotten my score for my story. A pathetic 68 out of a hundred. I’m really upset, partially in denial and still trying to figure out, “Why The Hell! Had several good and great comments about my story, but why? I tried re-reading it several times. Maybe it’s the lack of agenda and propaganda. Maybe it’s the kind of style I wrote it that seems so stereotypical common (is it?). I think it’s the former. I guess I really don’t give much thought to my stories. I kind of just develop an interesting storyline and neglect alot of the other juices that can keep a story alive. I guess it becomes just merely, 2-dimensional.

I need a message to tell the world with. I need an agenda.

So I guess it comes down to this, and I really shouldn’t think that I’d like to control lives. I apologise for the previous entry, but I was feeling really f**ked and had no one to talk to.

So it comes down to this; Just wished you didn’t…

It’s Friday morning and I’m on my powerbook, in the school’s library, waiting for Kim to get here so that we can swim.

It’s cold, the chair’s uncomfortable and I just put down a James Bond comic book, Octopussy. Ahh, the sweet satisfaction of a classic black & white comic book. The original fantasy of a man with the brains and the brawn, and the forlorned damsel with that silhouette of loneliness, overcast with mystery. Like Sherlock Holmes only minus the arrogance and the lack of feminnity.

Alvin’s cooped up wih a comic book version of Sun Tzu’s Art of War, yet again. I had no idea that it could be/ was some sort of series; It looks to me, more like some English-translated Chinese take of comic humor. I’d rather stick with the classic Calvin and Hobbes and the all time favourite, Foxtrot. Hm, the 101 Ways for Rabbit Suicides can compare too (you can find that at Borders).

It’s 10am now, Kim should be here any time soon, and then Alvin and I are gonna bare our beautiful un-toned bodies while Kim will prove to us, that she really isn’t that hairy…

The powerbook’s doing just great.Went out alot the past week, monday thru to saturday, except for friday. Got to hang out in town with Gary and Jan where we sudied for a lil in Starbucks, but decied to leave since it was rather cold. Settled down again at Coffee Bean in Takashimaya, played with Jan’s and my powerbook and took several shots (like the above).

Hm, I’m beginning to feel/think that coffee (only with milk, please) is the glue to the bond amongst us four guys, Gary, Darell, Jan and I. I mean, well, at almost every gatehring, we seem to begin or end them with coffe; Be it Coffee Bean’s Mocha Latte (with less sugar), Starbuck’s Rhumba or one of Serangoon Garden’s Coffee Shop’s kick-arse Teh Tarik.

The latter is the coffee shop opposite of Coffee Bean. They serve the Teh Tarik in huge tiger beer mugs, with lots of the foam and the milk at the bottom of the cup beautifully swirling…

Coffee is good =), as long as it comes with milk.

I found the following through some blog….
This is really good shit, hah!

bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears14: Aight.
bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.
bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
bloodninja: Me too baby.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
bloodninja: I cast Lvl 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14: Hey…
bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl 8 p*nis of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14: Funny I still don’t see it.
bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
bloodninja: Don’t **** with me biznitch, I’m the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl 2 Druid.
BritneySpears14: Don’t ever message me again you piece.
bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik’s evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it’s getting hard now.
bloodninja: Baby?

BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready?
eminemBNJA: Aight, yeah I’m ready.
BritneySpears14: I like your music Em… Tee hee.
eminemBNJA: huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.
BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.
BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.
eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: What the ****, I told you not to message me again.
eminemBNJA:
BritneySpears14: I swear if you do it one more time I’m gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you **** up.
eminemBNJA: OheminemBNJA: damn I gotta write down your names or something

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