Monthly Archives: August 2007

Of Complaints and Spoilers

Oh my, look at the time. It’s kinda late isn’t it? Just thought I’d get this done before the inappropriately-named get-together session which takes place tomorrow, from 9.30-12.30. So, I went to TM with the usuals to watch a movie, this time the film in question was Evan Almighty.

Before the show actually began, I scoured the entire Tampines Mall in the hope of finding a shop that sold guitar picks. Note that this span of shops does not include Yamaha Corp, a piranha palace which retails slipshod picks at a skyrocketing price of $0.63 each. Woe has befallen me in the form of missing picks, and without these plastic pieces, I have had to resort to other less favourable alternatives such as fingers and the occasional wooden pick known as the toothpick.

Next was to find Yc, who was at the first storey. At that time, I had just left the Music Junction shop, and opted for a speedy journey down in the lift. Fate had another nasty surprise in store, as when I got to the lift lobby, I found this staring at me!


In case you’re pondering the motive of this picture, here’s a free explanation. Both lifts were for some unknown reason stuck at the first floor, and power to the lifts had been cut off. The other lift had suffered the samne fate as the first. With no other alternative, only one path was made viable.


This dingy staircase is located near the lift lobby B. One look at it and you know that something bad is bound to happen in here. A few walkthroughs from previous experiences enabled me to witness the scenery of couples who desire some privacy, and seem to not notice anything when somebody walks past them. Two levels down, I finally managed to find the baka Yc, who wanted to pick some chips up from NTUC. Facing the realisation that I had not yet collected the bookings, I took the dumb stairs up to the fourth storey, and saw the damn couple there again, without any apparent inhibitions.

Arriving at the box office, I was appalled at the mass crowds that had gathered there to purchase the movie tickets. Possessing a credit card is indeed bliss, as it takes the queues and renders them nothing more than an eyesore. With the Visa card queue providing express service, tickets were obtained in less than two minutes. Damn, I need one of those things.

Of course, this occured after the debacle that was the AXS machine saga. Firstly, I would like to declare that AXS machines are junk and should not even be approached in a five-meter radius, at least. I wasted around ten minutes poking the card into the slot, and the goddamn retarded machinery just spat it out every time. Never again, will I touch this thing.

Anyway, we were late for the show, no thanks to outdated technology. Thankfully, Evan Almighty had just started, and very little was missed. The original plan to watch Rata.. Ratta, ah damn I shall just call it Rattata, was foiled due to poor seating, and it is common knowledge that sitting in the first row is the equilavent of Rattata looking up into Snorlax, so this was void. I heard that Rattata is a nice show, maybe I should watch it next week or something.

(97 minutes later)

Want to know what happens? Go see for yourself. Anyway, a meal at Macdonalds was next, where a discussion of anime wars took place. I finally tried the other chilli sauce, which is the Chai Thai Chilli. Apparently, Odex has pressurised four major anime studios to support their war on illegal downloaders. This is cheap enough, and to add subtitles to raw anime, your not-so friendly internet providers have been compelled to reveal IP addresses of illegal downloaders, all of whom owe Odex a minimum sum of $3000. Odex does not seem to think this is a large amount, yet they fail to consider that it takes 100 boxes of anime sold to fetch this amount, and considering that nobody will ever buy Odex anime, this is a unrealistic goal indeed. For one, Bleach, Naruto and what-not can easily be streamed for free at veoh.com, a great site which also provides legal downloading services. Secondly, with Odex being the damn loser corporation it is, nobody will ever find the heart to even browse for Odex anime. Who would want to buy anime from a company that is already earning big bucks by just collecting fines?

That ends today’s post. Remember, don’t buy anything from Odex!

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Bangla’s Dating 101

I was playing this game with Bangla and a few other contacts yesterday, and check out what happened! Bangla started a long talk on dating, possibly fueled by his infatuation with girls that carry a four-letter name. Of course, good stuff must be shared, so here they are. Do click on them to see the text properly.








I wonder what would happen if somebody really tried this.

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A Sea of Red


They say a picture says a thousand words. I say no and no it shall be. Suffice to say, there is only one word you can see in this picture, and I have kindly taken into consideration to use red ink, which should amplify the visibility of the three letters up there on the wall by a surplus amount.

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The Racket is Mightier than the Pen


Prince of Tennis opening, an anime of which would account for the disappearance of myself from Battle.net.

Anyway, I realised that Shi Jie Mo Ri on the playlist doesn’t work anymore. So, I replaced the old playlist with a new one, hope you’ll like it. And remember to pause it if you’re watching the videos!

Composition exams tomorrow, G_G +_+ $_$ and whatever dumb face you want to use. Going Sakae after that, and we managed to jio F.Matty into going. Looks like Sakae will see a steep descent in their revenue.

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Mole Wars 1: The Pang Ngee Menace

So I went to Bugis with Yc to get his PSP yesterday, and as we were walking through Bugis Market we saw some imba stuff. Stuff so imba that it should not and cannot be posted here in consideration of viewers under 18. For those of you who persist in the art of Pang Ngee-ation, this shop can be located somewhere around the drinks stall, which coincidentally sells some rather nice coconut juice. You might not manage to get in though. In this case the displays work fine. However, I did find something that should be suitable for your rank of PG. So, here it is:

After looking at this for a while, I thought of something else too:

To commemorate the 100 posts and 10,000 visitors to this blog, I have decided to direct a short series of movies, which will be posted up here in time to come. Stay tuned.

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Love At First Sight

This is a composition written by yours truly on some moley issues. To preserve the excitement, a couple of short snippets have been leaked for your viewing pleasure. So without further ado, please sit back and press your mole.

Sneak Preview 1
A tinge of crimson swept across Leonard’s pimple-infested face. Absent-mindedly, he raised a hairy finger to scratch the mole located at the exact midpoint of his forehead, which gave anybody who looked at him the impression that somebody was about to snipe him from afar. This mole carried immense emotional value for Pang Ngee, and any physical or verbal assault against it would evoke Pang Ngee’s considerable fury. Therefore, even his peers were extremely prudent not to make any digs at the black speck which he so treasured, for fear of their own safety.

Sneak Preview 2
Two weeks ago…
“Eh Loo ah, did you see the girl in the classroom?” Hock started. The person in question, Loo, replied, “Classroom? Oh! The 3* classroom ah? That’s C***** la, my CCA
mate, hot like my red tomato face leh!” Loo replied. At this instance, fate intervened in the visage of Pang Ngee. “Girl? Hot? Who?” Pang Ngee demanded in embarrassing broken English. Loo and Hock exchanged looks of sheer horror. Pang Ngee had a reputation for being a hardcore closet pervert, and they were reluctant to divulge C*****’s identity to such a lecherous character. After all, Pang Ngee’s mole was rumoured to possess the ability to see through material objects….

To be continued, if Pang Ngee doesn’t kill me first.

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Ryoma Echizen, Prince Of Tennis

A recent visit to Looly’s blog, which is also known as http://solblade.blogspot.com, has intrigued me in many ways, one of them being his unique style of writing. Thus, a replication shall be attempted here, just for fun.

Ryoma and the Curse of the Bad Smell
Ryoma Echizen the tennis gosu hauled his racket bag, which contained three of his prized rackets up the stairs. Placing his bag down on his seat, he noticed a foul smell. Oh my what was that? Ryoma cannot stand bad smells, so he got out his tennis racket and whacked the source of the stench away like a tennis ball. The poor object of demise flew around the classroom like a Tsubame Gashi Swallow Counter oh my so imba!

Ryoma and the Dreaded Morning Exercise
Then, it was time for Ryoma to do his daily warm-ups before tennis practice started. The wet mud made Ryoma’s expensive tennis shoes dirty, and Ryoma was not happy thus Ryoma sulked. Soon, the teacher who is known as Ryuzaki, coach of the tennis team started doing exercises. Ryoma noted that Inui the noob from China was especially putting in harder effort in order to catch up to the superior Ryoma. Ryuzaki was apparently suffering from lao ren chi dai zheng, as she had forgotten a few basic tennis moves.

Ryoma and the Cunning Plans of Inui Juice
Ryoma wanted to power level in a particular aspect of his life, so he found a scapegoat, the tennis reporter Inoue to participate in his master plan. Inoue was reluctant at first, but after seeing Ryoma’s gosu tennis skills, he had no choice but to agree or get cyclone smashed.

Ryoma and the stupid tennis training
Now it was time for Ryoma to hone his tennis skills. Ryoma yawned in boredom as he was too gosu for the baka noobs, so Ryoma fell asleep and the day went by. Soon, Rikkidai school came and Ryoma got out his tennis racket, ready to own them. Ryoma won easily and got his reward in the form of a test paper. But Ryoma had first to endure a torturous ranting on how gosu he was before he got his prizes. Ryoma then went to the fourth floor tennis court to own more noobs as he was feeling too sian already. When he was walking past one of the courts, the history tennis coach challeged Ryoma to a tennis duel. Ryoma thought that he would own easily since the history coach was using a dumb battered racket from the 18th century, and Ryoma was using the state of the art Nanotech, which pwns all. However, the history teacher returned Ryoma’s drive a, b, c, d with ease, and Ryoma got owned with a 17/25 score.
Ryoma left the class feeling sore, and returned to the fifth floor courts to practice more.

Ryoma going home
School was over, and Ryoma had to return to his home which was a gosu home, to house a gosu tennis player. Ryoma met his noob friend Horio at the stairs, who had only two years of tennis experience; Ryoma could own him easily. Horio challenged Ryoma to a tennis match, and Ryoma lost because Horio kept pointing behind Ryoma and Ryoma kept messing up his imba tennis skills and lost the game.

Ryoma has had an imba day, now it’s time for Ryoma to sleep. Cya.

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