sydneysiding

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opera house + harbour bridge
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the shortest hyatt i've ever seen

i think that's a row of cafes/eateries




these things are heart-shaped












each nut's bigger than my head

underneath the harbour bridge

yep, underneath.



full metal architecture

a plant!

my, what big sails you have!

i like these rims

found out that reflection pics actually look quite cool

unfriendly bird: 看什麼看!

reflecting

kwak streetfighter. i realised they only need to display their numbers on the back.

holy shit!!!

it's an artwork

the old and the new

that staircase ends right at the brick wall

looks nice and clean right? it was not.

look at the size of that thing! is there space for airbags?

lol!

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amnesty

i've come to a wobbly truce with heaven. if it looks brighter in the afternoon i'll take my chances. if it pisses in the afternoon, i'll jog at night. if it pisses all day i'll just stay indoors and watch some dvds.

bastard tried to trick me into jogging today by filling only half the sky with clouds. but i'm smarter than that.

the girls who shaped my life

there is only one.

outta my way

yesterday i went to amk to get some stuff settled.

between the printing shop(where i'd been) and the post office(where i was heading), i was set upon by an old lady asking for directions. she was indian, but she spoke melayu, which i sorta-kinda knew a little.

she wanted to know where bus service 13 was. not having taken a bus in a million years i naturally didn't know. but she looked so confused that i offered to lead her to a bus stop which i suspected had the service. wasn't sure at the time though.

we bypassed the post office, through the carpark(by which time she was probably wondering where this young punk was bringing her) and out through the other side.

and there was the prize. i told her to walk slowly toward it as i went ahead to check for the service. guess i didn't want her to make a wasted trip. when i ascertained it was the right stop, i went back for her, led her to it and asked her to sit there. actually i wanted to wait for the bus with her, but then i figured she couldn't possibly be lost by now, so i left her there.

good thing that was the right stop, cause she was wheezing by the time she reached it, and i'd feel real bad leading her around in circles.

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today me and my mum were on our way to the temple...

another unqualified driver cut into my path.

me: 哇! 幹你奶媽!!!
mum(patting my shoulder): relax!
me: 喂! 別動我肩膀, 我要中馬票的 leh!
mum: 嚇! 你有買的 meh?
me: 我要累積五年的運氣一次過買, 一定中很多!
mum: 真的 meh?
me: 就是囉! 現在你動我肩膀, 又要從算! 哇咾~!
mum: lol!!

stalling

it's the second day in a row i wake up feeling like restarting my jogging regime.

it's also the second day in a row i wake up to pissing skies and soggy roads.

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boys are more imaginative

bekev and i once got very engrossed in a certain topic...

bekev: if you were superman how would you get your car home in a jam?
me: tie it to me like a backpack and fly home.
bekev: wrong. i'd throw it in the direction of my home and then fly there to wait for it.
me: hmm... what if you missed and your car overshot your home?
bekev: ..... er......
me: or what if your car hits a 747 halfway?
bekev: haha!!
me: ya, then superman see the news and says "oh shit!"
bekev: imagine the 747 pilot sees the car flying across the sky before him, what will he think...
me: "that bastard's trying to siam jam again!"

we looked at the ground for a while...

me: oei, i know how superman can claim insurance.
bekev: how?
me: throw the car into outer space and claim it's stolen.
bekev: lol!
me: and imagine if the car hits a friendly alien visitor spaceship in the face. then it becomes an invasion force!
bekev + me: lol!

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ok that was random...

recently i found myself very very interested in all things offroad, like a scrambler. i figured if i'm gonna stay in this godforsaken place i might as well pamper myself with something, and it was either a bike or a plane... so i did some research and came up with the ktm.

it's a beauty, and i kinda like the 250, 400 and 450. however they cost 15,800, 18,500, and 16,800 respectively. the 400's so expensive because it's the '09 model. actually they're all bloody expensive for motorcycles, but then they're the best in what they do: flinging mud in your laughing face.

i'm still thinking.

of who to rob.

alcohol...

never seems like much until you puke it out. in its entirety.

me just drank. didn't think it was alot, until it alll came out. pukes till my guts are trembling... and my fingers too...

man, i shouldn't have drunk neat. but it seemed like a goood idea then... and i drank it shot by shot, so i didn't know until... well... heh.

holiday's finally here, but my mood gfor celebration is gone. because i alreaedy know whether my transfer's gonna be successful.

no more suspense/anxiety.

but then it kinda loses its fun/appeal in a way.

whats the point sin studying so mnuch when i fumbled everythinhg furing the exam.

oh well, life goes on.

maybe i'll delete this entry tomoz. haa...

consequences

didn't sleep last night after all.

because i thought if i did i'd be killing my own chances of getting a transfer. and if i didn't sacrifice when i could have, it'd have become another regrettable decision in my life.

so instead of thinking "i should have done this, i should have done that" all the time i decided to make it "i'm gonna do it, and fucking tout de suite" when it actually matters.

i've done my best and it's all outta my hands now. on to the next one.

lost in concentration

i'm staring at all my macroeconomics notes but i can't absorb anything at all.

can't concentrate...

i'm way past the midnight oil age, staying up all night ain't gonna save me now.

i'm fucked.

stereotyping

renne's accusation: why do you always stereotype every single driver under the sun and say they're all retarded? you're being unfair to a lot of them.

my defence: i used to ride, sister. ride. if i didn't treat all drivers with the same degree of suspicion and hostility i'd have become a statistic long ago, and you'd probably have only one brother right now. it's the only reason i'm still alive. besides, i only stereotype singaporean drivers as retards, not all under the sun.

excerpt from the straits times (tuesday, 21 oct 2008). from a certain individual who has driven in a few foreign countries: "singaporean drivers are probably the worst drivers in the world, especially those with a kiasu (hokkien for afraid to lose) mentality."

so i'm not alone in my stereotyping, and in any case it happens to be the truth. unlike some, i don't do bullshit.

conclusion: i stereotype, therefore i survive.

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on a separate note, renne and tristan played dress-up last night...

renne
not much difference what, that's the exact same way you look at home...

tristan
her album (might not work for some)