as you should know, daniel is knows next to nothing about fashion. he wears vans and levis, topped off with a tee. VERY fashionable.
but for those with a fashion sense of nothing and below, this might prove useful.

dc's fashion tip 1 : wear muscle singlets to show off you abs by all means, if you have the abs to show it. DO NOT, however tuck your earphones into your singlet, because it makes you look like you've got 4 nipples at all the wrong places.

V for Vendetta is by far, the best movie i've watched in this year.
this whole school year, to be exact.
i think. whatever it is, it was the best movie i've watched in a longggg time.

oh, and those without at least a reasonable standard of english can forget about figuring out what he's trying to say, but it still makes a good movie to watch.

V's intro:

This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

okay. sound's like a person flipping through the dictionary and piecing together as many of the words under the letter V, and trying to string them into a comprehensible series of sentences, which, unpon reading, is still virtually incomprehensible, and when spoken on-screen, turns out incoherent.

after reading it slowwwwly.... i finally understood what gibberish he was talking about, although my sub-standard english only gives me the ability to understand 4/5 of the words.
i never even knew so many words existed under letter V.

vichyssoise?

GAH. daniel gets pwn3d by big words.
oh. and under even more careful observation + google, more than half of it is bullshit, but we uneducated people like me would just swallow it down anyway.
(vichyssoise apparently is a kind of soup.)

i prefer lebbies quote. simple and yet profound:

"V is not for vendetta. V is for vitagen and its good for your digestion"

whatever it is, the show is well scripted (but i'd expect no less from a graphic novel), it does have the tendency to see-saw between poetic and cheesy, but on the overall, it was really enjoyable.



4.5/5 (:

since my birthday is coming in less than a month.... hmmm. hinthint.




hahahha. im kidding. bleah. is so hard to even find it in singapore.

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Daniel!

1. The condom - originally made from daniel - was invented in the early 1500s.
2. Daniel can taste with his feet.
3. About 100 people choke to death on daniel each year!
4. The state nickname of Iowa is 'The daniel state'.
5. Britain's Millennium Dome is more than double the size of daniel.
6. A lump of daniel the size of a matchbox can be flattened into a sheet the size of a tennis court.
7. There are six towns named daniel in the United States.
8. Until the 1960s, daniel was not allowed to enter Disneyland!
9. Never store daniel at room temperature!
10. An average beaver can cut down daniel every year!

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got it from lame's blog.
really amusing when you're bored.

poseur
Show phonetics noun [C] (ALSO poser) DISAPPROVING
someone who pretends to be something they are not, or to have qualities that they do not
possess:You look like a real poseur in your fancy sports car with your expensive clothes!

taken from cambridge dictionaries online.


today let's talk about poseurs (sg: say poh-sers).
refer to defintion above.

a perfect manifestation of poseurnity(the most divine and pure form of poseur) is a bunch of immature kids from some school in singapore, going by the acronym FTP(file transfer protocol... orr... not.), or something like that.
they also come with the label "softballer" on the back.

Now, this label is to be taken literally, because they're turn offs. really.

going into burger king for lunch with my co-workers, eating and chatting, maximizing our measly one hour of lunch.

when somewhere from behind, something hit us.
the divine aura of poseur.
blasting my chemical romance, greenday, and the all american rejects, from a dinky little handphone, as if it were the coolest thing on earth to listen to "punk rock". as they call it.

okay. i concede that greenday is technically punk rock.
but, the all american rejects and MCR is just... pop rock.
punk rock is anti-establishment music.

not only that, but songs which were 'hot' last century(i exaggerate).

okay. let me say that, although i don't really like pop rock, the playing anything on a handphone, and singing like a castrated chicken is not what i call cool.


also, they're vocabulary consists mainly of four letter words, and words which sound vaguely like hokkien spoken by someone who doesn't even know anything in the language besides something to do with mothers. you get my drift.
to the typical singaporean: "act cool la."


okay. my ears were corroding form the lousy music, with an extremely ear-wrenching castrated cat catalyst.

and then they HAD to start talking.

A: " you **** her already anot! **** den break la! one week one!"
B: " no la! you think i **** everyone meh?"
A: "den your grace leh? **** liao anot she so ugly la?!"
B: "c***b**! my grace not your grace leh! my grace chio-er and got bigger ******s den your grace summore lor!"

at that point. i just had to leave.
i mean. keep your romps at home. film it for all i care. just dont talk about it.
these people have groins for faces.

you're disturbing the peace.



well, next time you wanna be a cool poseur? listen to PUNK ROCK and talk about your sexploits! sex is cool!.




bullshit.
say hello to the degraders of society.

forgive me for not blogging for the past week. its been hell.
i got myself conned into working for DPArchitects.

well, i thought because the holidays are here, i'd get off my bum, and earn a little extra pocket money.

an employment agency, gave me a call saying that i could go down for an interview for a job paying approximately $6.50 and hour.
okay, so i decided to consider.

but on the other hand, i thought if i could get a job doing something school related, it would have been a good opportunity to better equip myself for year2.

so i asked my uncle, who is, comparatively, a big shot.
and okay, he called up DPA and asked them to hire me.
great.

so i decided to go work for them.
killing two birds with one stone. or so it seemed.

i unwittingly subscribed to 4 x 5days a week of totally non-beneficial overexertion, at Industrial Training Programme rates, aka peanuts.

peanuts couldn't have been a more apt comparision, because a bag of peanuts can go for about 2 bucks.
okay, a reasonably sized bag of flavoured nuts. whatever makes you happy.



so i get $440 a month, which is a third of what i'd earn at the other job.
killing two birds with one stone. yea right.

i'm hurling pebbles at big bird.

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the job stinks.
superiors don't really give two hoots about temps/itp kids. hell, they don't even give one hoot.
well, if i could say i learn something, it'd be something along the lines of
"i learnt jack."

it's utterly exerting - try making models from 9 in the morning to 7 at night, five days a week, and if you're not tired, you're a freak.
you could very well strap elephants to your ankles and run around the neighbourhood at 3 in the morning and not feel tired. kudos to you.

and did i mention i get about $2.20 an hour?

nevermind the hot chick who looks like angelina jolie.
$2.20 is plain exploitation.

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okay. as ususal, i'm dirt tired, and i need to sleep.
i hoping to be able to quit soon, if i can do so, without jepoardizing my uncle's reputation.

if not, y'all just be getting a lot less updates.

i got robbed yesterday.
by my lecturers.

so today's post is in loving memory of my final model.


In Loving Memory, 4th February 2006 - 31st March 2006


was called home to be with the lecturers.
leaving behind one packet of moss, wires, and floral tape, and cardboard.












i am soooo gonna make an ugly model for my next project. i really hope i dont see my house standing somewhere in some bungalow area.

if i do, i'll sue or something. if i can in the first place.
i'm slipping into depression.