i was just in the bus just now and boy i was pissed. urgh. someone near me smelt so bad i was so crossed i bet it showed on my face! assumingly it was the uncle next to me. when he alighted, i thought it'd be better. but no! it wasn't him! it was the person in front! urgh. i blatantly covered my nose with my finger. fuck it. these kinda people are socially-irresponsible! i continued doing it even while he was gonna alight and walked past me. grr. and my cologne already wore off after a full day of sch!

which reminds me. i've smelt the worst of smells during my army days. i'm not saying i was smelling damn good also lah. lol! but there's a difference between knowing that you smell and taking pre-emptive measures and knowing you smell, but continuing to wear the same uniform for days! my god. and once i had to share a cupboard with one of the above-mentioned. god, i had to inhale everytime i opened the cupboard can? am not exaggerating! it was that bad. eiu!

on a happy tralala note, my love's in town! so it's goodbye world, hello love!

with our coach in red. whom i don't quite like.

urgh. i hate singnet. my internet connection has been abnormally slow since saturday! in all kiasu-ism, i switched off my router lest someone wants to leech it! and it was still slow. but the funny thing is that it goes back to normal at like 3am!? is there a leecher present? fucker.

so never mind. i called singnet helpdesk yesterday and some fella tried to guide me to determine what was wrong. so while doing some checking thing, my system encountered some illegal operation. to which the clever fella said "oh. sir, i think it must be your windows system which is causing the slowdown in your connection." trying to say it's a pirated version eh? and i immediately said, "but my mac's internet connection is equally slow!" and then he was like "err, okay." hmph. act clever somemore lah!

second incident. in all kiasu-ism (again), i decided to change my password via the helpdesk. who knows someone tapped my password or something right!? so okay. i told that fella i'm my dad's son and my dad's at work. so i'm representing him to reset the password. that basket didn't even want to proceed on cuz he die die wants my dad to be the one resetting? so i scolded him and i was damn pissed! which imposter will tell you that he's the account holder's son when it's so much more convincing to tell you that he's the account holder!? duh. so i said "nvm then. thanks." coldly and hung up. fucker. then, i got "my dad" to call again and voila!

but the speed isn't as fast as before. just that it's slightly faster than saturday/sunday's speed. urgh. singnet. you're gonna get it from me! just you wait. grrrrr.

the power of the mac. chapter 1. impromptu lunch with 3/8 s8!

angela. me. kelvin lee. maron.

black teethed.

oh! we write this self-titled comc book too!

very postcard-worthy i think?

the power of the mac, chapter 2. warning: photos overload. impromptu dinner with clive, edna and angel. super impromptu i swear.

with kelvin, who dropped by for a while.


some lame-ass superhero shot.

this postcard will be sent to canada for jem!

solemnly scary, no?

this too!



spastic goon friends i have i tell you. hahaha.





will you still be our friends?





omg. fugliness.

fugliness again.

whew. all in all, we took about 150 photos! just snapping crazy shots at subway. gosh. what were we thinking!

anyway, short update. hari raya earnings this year kinda dwindled. lol. tennis is fun. but not the coach. grr. we are not training to beat maria sharapova in the french open or something! hmph. it's mid-(academic) year already. omg. gotta start cracking!