sian bad day..

almost got killed during driving..thanks to some ignorant arsehole who swerved right in front of me..forcing me into the other lane, with an on coming bus ramming full speed ahead towards me.nvm.

Cant play my FM09 anymore. no games to play. bored.

Reading Le Carre can be pretty taxing,but nonetheless a brilliant author. bored.

The very fact that I am actually writing a post on this blog, that was supposed to be dead and buried eons ago, just goes to show..HOW BORED I AM.

guess you must be bored, to read my blog. welcome aboard to the bored blog.

wah shit I better stop typing before more garbage is being spawned.

Just came across this Soccernet news - Rafa Benitez questions Wigan tactics. For the last time Rafa, please shut your trap and do some tinkering with your own tactics. You guys are Liverpool, a top 4 team (albeit the perennial pretender to the epl throne), so stop whining all the time for goodness sake. I wonder who he is going to lash out at next. Probably my blog.

Went to watch Red Cliff 2 . The show was not bad, except towards the end, some parts became pretty absurd. With higher rank, you tend to have invincible powers (this is called with great responsibility comes great power). The generals become Bruce almighty or smthg in the midst of the battles, taking on waves and waves of human-soldier sacrifices that eagerly queue up before them, awaiting their rapid execution and blood spillage. Oh yeah, the part whereby Tony Leung dives across an impossible distance to catch his wife, for a split second I thought I was watching superman returns. or spiderman.

Having driving lessons tmr. Probably going to cycle on Saturday. So little things to do, so much time.


Downloaded new song - Akon-Beautiful. Groovy, but as usual, boring lame lyrics. Na na na na na. Oh yes, The Ting Tings' song "Thats not my name" ranks among my all-time detested song list. Fuck, I dun care wads ur name anymore, after u sang tt song.

Well it's 2:19am. Time for food. Cheers.

jus saw something on the internet, which almost caused my heart to explode out of my mouth, and then implode into my abdomen. saw this guy, getting into some uni course...nvm shall not talk further..shocked, but now i have calmed down.

went swimming with dad. had a good exercise session. but then ate prawn mee and mcwings for dinner. both of it for dinner. coz prawn mee sucked balls, so have to go to mac to satisfy my hunger and also my tastebuds.

i wanna be successful in the future. no need to be freaking rich, own many luxurious rides or reside in opulent housing environments. jus wanna be successful. so help me God.

one day, i wish to be an eloquent and confident orator, have the ability to deliver captivating and spectacular speeches..be like an Obama or something.

for now, my life has no aim. Dunno what uni I'm going. Yes, until now. feel sian.

here's a synopsis of my life at the moment :



Kenneth awakes to Don Henley's Boys of Summer (courtesy of his phone alarm), the usually calming and melodious tone has transformed into a rebarbative and raucous chime in his ears. Obviously unaccustomed to shifting his lazy butt off the enchanting bed at such unhumanly hours of Kenneth biological time(the time is 12pm), he clumsily switches off the alarm, remains recumbent, drops the phone beside his head, and dozes back off to the state he enjoys the most, in deep sleep. Some time later, the sweltering heat, the glaring and painful sun rays, full bladder and the severe hunger pangs proved too much for the ever-so-relentless Kenneth, and forces him to awake and face the glory of daylight. He twists his stiff neck to have a look at the ugly face of the clock. 2pm. Not too bad, not too bad. At least he didn't miss dinner or supper.

So Kenneth moves sloppily to the bathroom, washes up reluctantly, and then drags his lazy body and half-deadened mind towards the beholder of all truths and knowledge, his computer. From there, he checks his usual websites. Facebook, Soccernet, Facebook, Wikipedia, Dictionary, Facebook,Man Utd website, Facebook,Hotmail (Mental note to self : Do check facebook again). He repeatedly checks Sleuth (The detective game) to ascertain that he has reached the limit of playable mysteries for un-subscribers for the day.

Later. Feeling much alive from the replenishment of worldly knowledge (Man Utd won!) and daily dose of computer screen radiation, he moves on to the next phase of his gloriously wonderful day. Food. A chore, to be frank. Eat eat eat. Another boring meal, another mundane event.

The highlight of the day beckons, after the food session. He bathes, and prepares himself for the arduous, yet exciting, task ahead of him. Gym/Swimming.

After a good relaxing work out session, he moves along to get his essential intake of food, once again. Of course, a chore it is. Then back to his crib, he changes his outfit, and back to the slack internet surfer outfit. boxers and singlet.

Back to the computer. He searches for job postings, meticulously reading the job details, and subsequently eliminating all his options, because they all want people who can commit for 6 months or so. No way Mr Kenneth can withstand the torturous routine of WAKING UP EARLY for WORK for SIX MONTHS.

It is night time. Back to his room, his so-called sanctuary, where he does his thing. Not what you are thinking. He reads a good book (John Le Carre is a fav) in his room, absolutely savouring the tranquility and the rare solitude. Such surreal and peaceful atmosphere can only occur at night, which explains the nocturnal lifestyle of his.

Soon after, it is back to television/computer for more knowledge consumption. And of course, the favourite meal of the day,supper (Because he is most awake at this hour). Most likely a scrumptious mac cheeseburger, or some delectable ice cream cones. Who cares if it is unhealthy, he exclaims to himself. If Kenneth is lucky, he will inadvertently stumble upon a Man Utd match (whereby he had also inadvertently checked the soccer fixtures beforehand), which he will watch without fail. Oh come on, he thinks to himself, such a rare show, of coz must stay up late lah! However, even with the absence of Man Utd matches on his tube, he will somehow find a show that appeals to him. During such times, he will think, oh come on, such a rare show. He was actually watching Solitary 2.0, The moment of truth, or simply Headline News on ChannelNewsAsia.

Soon it is 5am, and he slowly returns to his lair. The tempting bed awaits for his butt and back to rest upon it. And it is at this moment, he feels something strange. something called, deja vu. And then he thinks back, and realises something awfully disturbing. The pertubed mind thinks : I have been living such a life since I ORD-ed.




yeah so im slacking my arse off coz i have no job. oh shit did i mention The Moment Of Truth is one hell of an exciting show.

anw cheers to the year ahead.

Gong Xi Fa Cai!

I think I am gaining a bit of weight. But not too serious yet.

Found a job. Just a simple 3 day assignment, some Nike Warehouse sale at Expo. The low is quite pathetic, but at least I have something to do.

Came across this Jay-Z song, here are some of the lyrics that I feel is pretty cool

- Rosa Parks Sat So Martin Luther Could Walk
Martin Luther Walked So Barack Obama Could Run
Barack Obama Ran So All The Children Could Fly
So I'ma Spread My Wings, You Can Meet Me In The Sky

I wanna drive a car.

During JC, before I could do a single pull up, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was doing pull-ups effortlessly, and I can do a lot of it. Soon after, it has indeed happened. I could do a lot of pull-ups in real life.

After some time, I had another dream. I dreamt that I could run effortlessly, and I can run a hell long distance of it. Soon after, it has indeed happened. I could run with no kick..........But only for around 200m. So up til now, I still can't run effortlessly for long distances.

Yesterday was reading this blog of my fren. His blog is one of the funniest shit around. I really LOL-ed while I was reading.

I'm into my 6th lesson of driving. Still got long way to go. Driving lessons are really draining.

Since the Batam trip, I have not went to gym. Feel lethargic and lazy. What happened?!

The time now is around 12pm. Woke up at 11am. The earliest I have woken up without alarm, since dunno when. Shucks, dunno whether I will be awake enough later, during driving. Yawnx.

Finding a job is harder than I thought.

The End.

Alrite Im blogging at 340AM.. I usually sleep at 4-5am.

Went Batam for an island getaway. Quite an alright trip. Could have been a bit cheaper though. Felt a bit like KING in the Atalanta Spa. So many Indons around serving me with towels and robes and slippers. The RICH MAN'S LIFE.

Am still in the process of finding jobs. I didnt know finding a damned part-time job can be so irritating and troublesome. like wtf man..And why can't I freaking find a freaking kid to tutor. Those pro tutors should just stop stealing all the lobangs. The tuition agency should make an effort everyone has a shot at tutoring dammit. Think I go open my own tuition agency. And wtf the tuition centre at my block has yet to reply me, after my walk in interview. Maybe i go burn down their unit. Jus kidding, pls dun arrest me.

I hate being hungry, and I hate having no sleep.

My driving test will be on April 7. Wish me luck. Though now I am still kinda screwing up at some traffic junctions. Dammit I want everyone to give way to my vehicle. The road is MINE. Gonna rent a car after I pass, and dammit NO MANUAL CAR FOR ME after i PASS. AUTO ALL THE WAY.

Still in the midst of preparing for uni. Oh man I wanna retire with millions of dollars right now.

Anw I was a millionaire in Batam, in rupiahs. Exchange rate 1:8000.

Ok time to go. Check out this detective game : http://shades.playsleuth.com/
Been playing a lot of it.

Til next time, CHEERS and GONG XI FA CAI in advance. Enjoy life.