got back from ubin today, and after a whole load of cycling, my legs hurt like hell, and my ass feels like it's been violated, not that i've felt that before.
the pictures are on the right column. but that's only some of them, because vanessa hasn't uploaded her set.
overally it was quite an okay trip, although there were instances i really wanted to throttle someone's neck. but i shalln't elaborate on it.

anddd...
I CAME BACK WITH ZERO MOSQUITO BITES! i got 3, but they disappeared. eitherway, it's amazingly low for ubin. and then guess what. i sat at the computer. and got bitten another 3 times. yipee. the commando mosquitoes are underperforming this year. ha.

CREATURE FEATURE!
the people who've followed my blog over the last year would know that sometimes i decide to make creature features, where i put up a picture of a new pet or a new animal i see. well, today i shall do one for an strange abomination, maybe because of my penchant for the weird and ugly.

ivan the-saurus.

yes. that is ivan(the RJ-lookalike? remember?) with a plastic bag on his head.
no, not the grinning person behind. that's chris gaylord faggot, but that's another creature for another time.

anyhow, i promised to feature ivan on my blog so that everyone could see him once again coz he's been dying for attention.
he's been on quite a few times, but this time i'm going to make it a little more in-depth.

but lemme just say why i decided to feature him. we were doing groupwork the otherday, and ivan, was jiggling around while singing his strange, utterly disgusting rendition of HIPS DONT LIE by shakira.

now lets analyse.

this is shakira. she loves to gyrate her hips. i don't see why not. even if she'd increase the probability of her getting banned in every muslim country on earth, she does it because she can.
i, though i dont find very appealing, cannot see why she shouldn't.



this is ivan. ivan has NO hips whatsoever. or well. none i could find. nothing resembled hips. get my drift?.
so now, just imagine ivan. singing-along to hips don't lie. ohhhh yes. absolutely appealing. i know. sensual and oh-so-hot.


on other day's ivan is just your average teenager.




no. im kidding. definitely. he is not normal at all.
feed plenty of food. deprive of music, and you've got the perfect pet geared up for entertainement.

umm. get yours today?






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okay. as mean as i might seem. ivan has been itching to be on my blog. when i told him i was gonna feature him, he said "NoOOOoOoOOo" but he was grinning like a retard. so i assumed he really wanted it. yes. ivan. you've got your wish(: enjoy.

oh, and my apologies for not blogging much since the holidays started like i should. but i just cant seem to get into the blogging mood when the shortcuts for Need for Speed Most Wanted and F.E.A.R are on my desktop. apologies, though i make no promises to blog more because of the above stated reasons. sorry for the inconvenience. maybe if you'd sign a petition i'd update more. yesyes.

"He's always chasing the pot of gold, but when he gets there, at the end of the day, it's just corn flakes. "

-Morty, Click.

i've had people asking me why i'm depressed and why i always seem so emo.
well, it's proabably because my fat crazed gerbil decided to eat my pet pufferfish and thus died a pretty gruesome death.

no, i didn't break up with my girlfriend because i've never had any to begin with,
and no, my grandparents are still alive and kicking, somewhere in queensway.

which, equates to, i'm-not-telling-you-beacause-come-to-think-of-it-it-is-quite-a-stupid-reason-to-be-depressed,
and thus i shall just become a recluse and hide in a nice little cave i've decided to call home.

oh. and just because i wear a turban, and i've got a beard and i live in a cave, doesnt mean i'm any close relative of osama. apparently, the closest relatives he has still live in something called houses. x)

submission ended on friday, but somehow i dont feel happy at all.
i'd rather have a gazillion submissions that have to feel like whatever i'm feeling now.
honestly i don't know what i'm feeling anymore. it's just numbing.
and even if i said it hurt like hell i guess it wouln't really matter does it?




but somehow, foolishly,
i'll still be waiting.
call me stupid. but that's the last thing i'd give up.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NG.



okay. because you didn't reply my sms birthday wish, i'd decided to publically defame you on my blog, which you should know, quite a few people read. now this is the most unglam picture of you i could find, courtesy of amanda during christian chen's message at wilkie ;) enjoy.

thanks for enduring all my shit for the last 18 years. like the paragraph just before this, but i digress.
so here's a happy birthday ng, who somehow is able to

• can stand me without attempting to kill me (...yet, at least not physically)
• reminds me and van that it's time to get home, by just he's acting wonky
• for giving weird, you-cannot-make-it looks when i'm being retarded, thus keeping me in check.
• for always going "i buy for you ah, but you must eat". ultimate money saver.
• for dispensing money when we need it from his ****THOUSAND DOLLAR BANK ACCOUNT. x)
• and for just being one of the best guy pals around.

any girls who want the most tolerant boyfriend, just gimme a ring. i'll arrange.hapy eighteenth you bag of bones.

ps. i DON'T thank you for always putting the stupid robber on my land, and stifling my roads in settlers. thanks. gotta get you back for that one. ;)

oh, and (: drinks on friday. on you.

just got home from school a while ago.
i'm so tired, my eyes hurt from staring at the screen for the whole day, and i wish i had some people willing to listen to me whine about how i'd like to fall down the steps and die right now, so as to evade submission next friday.

the clock on the wall reads 11.43pm. work starts again at 12.
oh i love my life.

i really don't get whats happening.
i just hope it's not bad.