At last,something nice to post on my blog.Yay.
Today was another day with the word "OUTING" prominently displayed on it, as with last week. Same thing,KBOX once again. Spent three hours three singing our hearts out-Dez,Chienzz,Augustine and me.I think i sang a little too much,my throat still feels a little sore. Can't be, I only sang Di Er Tian Tang,Qing Tian,Ba Wo Hui Lai Le twice,An Jing,Yi Fu Zhi Ming and a few more only. Sianz,weak man me. Ha ha.And yes I have something to complain:our lunch didn't arrive until half an hour to our due time.Why like that?
After that we met up with Mich and Brian and Zheng and our little party was completed! Three Cheers! Now came a problem,coordinator did not plan where to go next. He suggested going to the Esplanade to see the Star Wars memorabilia again,all the Jedi's lightsabers and things,but the decision was literally ignored by most of us. He ended up rapping with me while Dez discussed the next move with the rest of the gang.By the way,coordinator=Chienzz. =D
We ended up in Heeren after a while and milled around the complex and around it,making a few small purchases along the way. Aug and I each bought a colored wristband which seems to be in fashion recently,and Zheng and Brian satiated their hunger with warm snacks from Old Chang Kee.With that,we entered Takashimaya,en route to Kinokuniya.
After paying a visit to our old friend Sauron's Finger aka Ultimate Nose-Digger, we travelled deeper into the vast bookshop,flipping through book after book and making jokes outta everything. LOL. Suddenly Zheng and Aug announced that they were thirsty,and we therefore proceeded to Cold Storage to get some cheap beverages,minus Dez and Mich.
Took em look enough to choose their drinks though. At first wanted F&N,then later switched to a big,cheap bottle of China-bottled cola,then returned to F&N after gaining enlightenment on that aspect of its manufacture.Make up your mind la! Give up....
Finally, we were outside the supermarket and Chienzz was trying to discern the whererabouts of Dez and Co.They were at a toy store and we promptly went to meet up with them.Wow,that shop was no ordinary toy shop,it was a store selling MIND GAMES.Puzzles and educational pieces aligned the shelves of the humble enterprise. Furthermore,they allowed people to play the games on display cool. We stood there fiddling with a metal mind puzzle for about half an hour,during which Dez and Co. left us,again.Now they were at the library@Orchard. Playing a while more with the puzzle and successfully solving it,we moved to the library,where we decided to be a little mischievious.
We "stalked" the pair of lovebirds for a while before some of us decided to give the game away. Sian.Spoil our fun.Anyway it was dinner time. We went to Crystal Jade Kitchen for it, as per Dez, only to find a LONG queue already there.We took a number and waited,while Brian entertained us with his many mind tricks.
Dinner was a time-consuming and costly affair,paying almost up to ten bucks for it. T_T no more outings for me until I get my allowance 38 days later. T_T Sob...To make matters worse, they wanna go Gelare for ice cream.Oh my god...
It wasn't too bad.The waffle was good,the ice cream excellant,and the floorshow spectacular. LOL. After eating,we did each other a fon adieu and went home.
OMG.HECTIC DAY. HAHA.
Thats its guys.Thanks for joining me. Till next time. =D
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Thursday, April 07, 2005
In the span of three days, the world would herald the arrival of the new year, and a new beginning. Typical of most, I was ridding my closet of all the old, unwanted stuff when suddenly a blackened silver necklace fell to the tiled floor with a resonating clank, and released a tsunami of painful memories from the past year through my head…
The first of August, me and Amily’s third date. Amily, with her long flowing jet-black hair and always-ready radiant smile,along with her colorful personality and cheerful character, made her an irresistible and very attractive lady. I, too, fell prey to her charms, but I was never happier in being the quarry. I could be her game everyday of the year forever if she wants me too. She was indeed, I realized, the one for me. Throughout the day, all went smoothly, with no significant incidents disrupting our peaceful, quiet and private encounter. I had no idea how wrong I was.
The movie had just ended and we were strolling down the lonely street with deliberate slowness, chatting with each other in hushed whispers. Across the street, the familiar ring of the ice-cream vendor’s bell beckoned all to his humble stall, and it looks like he had succeeded. Amily then told me to get her one, and they could share. Thrilled, I immediately made her promise never to leave me and happily gilded towards the very busy old man, just as the purple-black night sky lit up with a sudden, radiant glow.
At the approximate centre of that blanket of darkness, a single, brilliant orange sphere materialized, and grew larger and brighter with each passing second. Wisps of clouds disintegrated in the wake of the fiery object as it intensified in both speed and power, streaming across the now-bright night sky like a ballistic missile, complete with a thick black exhaust trail. Its target: Amily.
As I was enlightened with the horrifying truth, I was too shocked to do anything. Quickly shaking off the feeling however, I anxiously rushed towards Amily, shouting to her to take cover. However, Amily did not even flinch. She just stood her ground and looked imploringly into my eyes, shaking her petite head. I shook mine vigorously, screaming to her to get put of the way as the cosmic missile streamed ever closer to its intended victim.
Amily closed her eyes.
“NO!” I hollered at the top of voice, as if hoping the force of it would deflect the flaming projectile’s initial trajectory. It did not.
The burning sphere smashed into the pavement six feet away from where Amily stood, but the force was still sufficient to throw her seven meters back. Anxiously, I fought my way through the dense clouds of thick smoke that had become part of Amily’s funeral pyre, shouting her name the whole way. At last, I found her, a terrible sight to behold.
Amily’s lifeless body lay slumped against a red brick wall, the redness of it emphasized with her blood. Cuts and grazes and lacerations decorated her once slender body, and her flowing black hair had been reduced to a tangled mess of crumpled, smoldering veins. Her smile, however, had not vanished. It still remained fixated on her disfigured face, a testament to her cheerful personality. Amily, however, was gone. Forever. And my heart went with her, to the deepest bowels of hell.
Amily’s demise was splashed across all forms of media, and her story told all over the world. The National Association for Space Administration claimed responsibility for her death, citing a technical fault that caused a navigational globe from one of their newest satellites to separate from the main body and plummet to Earth, killing Amily in the process. NASA was prepared to compensate her next-of-kin, but since Amily was an orphan abandoned at birth, I was the next best thing. With shaky hands, I reached forward to receive the cheque for a million US dollars, but I was suddenly engulfed with a terrible surge of anguish.
The cheque lay in my still shaking hands, the digits staring at me, as if mocking me. Hot tears rushed to my eyes as I recalled the events that led to this day. In a fit of anger, I was very tempted to tear the cheque symmetrically in half. I almost did.
However, at the apex of my rage, I stayed my hand, realizing that doing so would only be letting NASA off too easily. I calmed down and looked at the smiling NASA spokesman, effectively erasing that disgusting smirk off his hideous face.
After the accident, a huge void showed in my life. Loneliness became my friend, and desolation talked to me day after day. I was reduced to a wrinkled cadaver of my former self, living my life aimlessly and without purpose. The silver necklace that Amily was so fond of wearing, now blackened, lay tightly clutched in my right fist, never once leaving the fleshly constraints of my palm. Slowly but surely, despair crept into my life and become an omnipresent force, lingering around me like a disease. I was sinking into the inescapable quagmire of depression, fast.
Fortunately, I did not. Through a strange twist of fate, I got to know Emily, who bore a striking resemblance to the late Amily, bizarrely enough. However her character was the direct opposite of Amily’s, crude, rough and violent, but extremely compassionate on the inside, probably the only thing similar to Amily other that the synonymous pronunciation of their names.
Emily was much bolder than Amily, and time and time again tried to hint to me to reciprocate her feelings for me. However, I could not. I still could not put the past behind me. However, Emily’s determination was a powerful weapon, and she knew how to wield it effectively. Eventually, she convinced me to look ahead, and to leave the past behind. I agreed. Soon after, the wedding bells rang.
A surge of sadness washed over me as I painfully recalled the events of the past year. Fighting a battle against an enemy that could not be won, I hurriedly strove to return the necklace to its original, undisturbed place, despite the fact that I did not want to. In my haste, I accidentally displaced an old porcelain display plate, and it rolled off its stand, towards the floor. In the course of its journey, I saw Amily’s smiling face on it.
I smiled.
The plate connected with the cold, hard floor and fragmented into a hundred tiny pieces, along with Amily’s face. My recently mended heart went with it, shattering into a thousand bits, releasing the wave of sadness that I had tried so long to repress. The battle lost, I knelt before the broken display piece and wept bitterly, the tears flowing freely from my tired eyes, and down my forlorn cheeks. I knew I would never be relieved of this feeling as long as I was allowing the past to haunt me.
After settling the taxes for my dear wife, I kissed my young son on his forehead. I strolled to the balcony, and opened the window for some fresh air. I stood there for a while, and the next thing I knew I was in Amily’s embrace once more.
The first of August, me and Amily’s third date. Amily, with her long flowing jet-black hair and always-ready radiant smile,along with her colorful personality and cheerful character, made her an irresistible and very attractive lady. I, too, fell prey to her charms, but I was never happier in being the quarry. I could be her game everyday of the year forever if she wants me too. She was indeed, I realized, the one for me. Throughout the day, all went smoothly, with no significant incidents disrupting our peaceful, quiet and private encounter. I had no idea how wrong I was.
The movie had just ended and we were strolling down the lonely street with deliberate slowness, chatting with each other in hushed whispers. Across the street, the familiar ring of the ice-cream vendor’s bell beckoned all to his humble stall, and it looks like he had succeeded. Amily then told me to get her one, and they could share. Thrilled, I immediately made her promise never to leave me and happily gilded towards the very busy old man, just as the purple-black night sky lit up with a sudden, radiant glow.
At the approximate centre of that blanket of darkness, a single, brilliant orange sphere materialized, and grew larger and brighter with each passing second. Wisps of clouds disintegrated in the wake of the fiery object as it intensified in both speed and power, streaming across the now-bright night sky like a ballistic missile, complete with a thick black exhaust trail. Its target: Amily.
As I was enlightened with the horrifying truth, I was too shocked to do anything. Quickly shaking off the feeling however, I anxiously rushed towards Amily, shouting to her to take cover. However, Amily did not even flinch. She just stood her ground and looked imploringly into my eyes, shaking her petite head. I shook mine vigorously, screaming to her to get put of the way as the cosmic missile streamed ever closer to its intended victim.
Amily closed her eyes.
“NO!” I hollered at the top of voice, as if hoping the force of it would deflect the flaming projectile’s initial trajectory. It did not.
The burning sphere smashed into the pavement six feet away from where Amily stood, but the force was still sufficient to throw her seven meters back. Anxiously, I fought my way through the dense clouds of thick smoke that had become part of Amily’s funeral pyre, shouting her name the whole way. At last, I found her, a terrible sight to behold.
Amily’s lifeless body lay slumped against a red brick wall, the redness of it emphasized with her blood. Cuts and grazes and lacerations decorated her once slender body, and her flowing black hair had been reduced to a tangled mess of crumpled, smoldering veins. Her smile, however, had not vanished. It still remained fixated on her disfigured face, a testament to her cheerful personality. Amily, however, was gone. Forever. And my heart went with her, to the deepest bowels of hell.
Amily’s demise was splashed across all forms of media, and her story told all over the world. The National Association for Space Administration claimed responsibility for her death, citing a technical fault that caused a navigational globe from one of their newest satellites to separate from the main body and plummet to Earth, killing Amily in the process. NASA was prepared to compensate her next-of-kin, but since Amily was an orphan abandoned at birth, I was the next best thing. With shaky hands, I reached forward to receive the cheque for a million US dollars, but I was suddenly engulfed with a terrible surge of anguish.
The cheque lay in my still shaking hands, the digits staring at me, as if mocking me. Hot tears rushed to my eyes as I recalled the events that led to this day. In a fit of anger, I was very tempted to tear the cheque symmetrically in half. I almost did.
However, at the apex of my rage, I stayed my hand, realizing that doing so would only be letting NASA off too easily. I calmed down and looked at the smiling NASA spokesman, effectively erasing that disgusting smirk off his hideous face.
After the accident, a huge void showed in my life. Loneliness became my friend, and desolation talked to me day after day. I was reduced to a wrinkled cadaver of my former self, living my life aimlessly and without purpose. The silver necklace that Amily was so fond of wearing, now blackened, lay tightly clutched in my right fist, never once leaving the fleshly constraints of my palm. Slowly but surely, despair crept into my life and become an omnipresent force, lingering around me like a disease. I was sinking into the inescapable quagmire of depression, fast.
Fortunately, I did not. Through a strange twist of fate, I got to know Emily, who bore a striking resemblance to the late Amily, bizarrely enough. However her character was the direct opposite of Amily’s, crude, rough and violent, but extremely compassionate on the inside, probably the only thing similar to Amily other that the synonymous pronunciation of their names.
Emily was much bolder than Amily, and time and time again tried to hint to me to reciprocate her feelings for me. However, I could not. I still could not put the past behind me. However, Emily’s determination was a powerful weapon, and she knew how to wield it effectively. Eventually, she convinced me to look ahead, and to leave the past behind. I agreed. Soon after, the wedding bells rang.
A surge of sadness washed over me as I painfully recalled the events of the past year. Fighting a battle against an enemy that could not be won, I hurriedly strove to return the necklace to its original, undisturbed place, despite the fact that I did not want to. In my haste, I accidentally displaced an old porcelain display plate, and it rolled off its stand, towards the floor. In the course of its journey, I saw Amily’s smiling face on it.
I smiled.
The plate connected with the cold, hard floor and fragmented into a hundred tiny pieces, along with Amily’s face. My recently mended heart went with it, shattering into a thousand bits, releasing the wave of sadness that I had tried so long to repress. The battle lost, I knelt before the broken display piece and wept bitterly, the tears flowing freely from my tired eyes, and down my forlorn cheeks. I knew I would never be relieved of this feeling as long as I was allowing the past to haunt me.
After settling the taxes for my dear wife, I kissed my young son on his forehead. I strolled to the balcony, and opened the window for some fresh air. I stood there for a while, and the next thing I knew I was in Amily’s embrace once more.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
About time for an update don't you think? So here it is...
Today started off typically enough,the old wakeup-oncomp-brushteeth-playmaple routine. Trying to level up,which is like,oh so difficult.When i was slaughtering a herd of fire boars though, I received a SMS from Chienzz,asking me to meet him at 1 outside his school. Wierd,isn't he supposed to be in a lecture now? And he told me that he intended to skip C Maths Lecture. What a guy.
Anyway,I couldn't keep to the appointment,as my grandma was out,with the key.It was until 1.20pm that she finally set foot in the house,and handed over to me the reins of the outdoors. Change of plan:Meet at Toa Payoh Interchange.Fair enough,but impatient chienzz wanted me to get ther in 5 minutes.Woah,no way man,I know you're reading this by the way.Yes YOU,CHIENZZ,don't turn your head around trying to act innocent.Nonetheless,I managed to arrive there in 10 minutes,and still ended up waiting for him.Sheesh.In the meantime,I continued my reading of Man,Civilisation And Conquest, a two-year history textbook for European Schools,which i just found out...
After a simple meal of prawn noodles,we made our way to Popular bookstore.Chienzz wanted to buy Ten Year Series,wanna get ready for promos.On the way,he enlightened me on the happenings in his school,like how he was bullied,how his belongings got vandalised,how tough F Maths is,how horrific chemistry is,yada yada yada....And he repeated it about nine times for the entire outing.Soon Augustine came to look for us.I don't know how he knew we'll be there,but he just did...awesome...
With a phonecall,we the terrific trio took the subterranian public transport to Orchard road,to meet up with Timonty and Jasmine Incoporated,to hang out with them. Went to Macdonald's, then loithered in Kinokuniya for a long time,laughing and making jokes out of everything that could be made a joke out of,like Sauron's finger's model. LOL. With that we went home.
There,done.Another boring day of my boring exsistence chronicled.Until next time.Tata.
MapleTip:Warrior Job Advancement At Level 30
If you like one-handed weapons and the defense of shields,a Fighter or a Page would suit you. A Fighter is more on the offensive side,with skills such as Rage fully maximising a warrior's weapon attack capabilities.It is not quite the same for a Page,as Threaten scares off monsters, allowing the Page to pursue and hunt them down at his/her leisure.
A Spearman excells in ranged attack,although not as long-ranged as compared to other classes.A Spearman's attack exceeds those of a Fighter and Page by far,and although the latter and former can both use spears and polearms,the Spearman pushes unleashes a spear's or polearm's true potential.To make up for the defense lost to having no shield,Iron Will increases the weapon defense as well as Magic defense for the entire party for a short time,incliding the caster.
Today started off typically enough,the old wakeup-oncomp-brushteeth-playmaple routine. Trying to level up,which is like,oh so difficult.When i was slaughtering a herd of fire boars though, I received a SMS from Chienzz,asking me to meet him at 1 outside his school. Wierd,isn't he supposed to be in a lecture now? And he told me that he intended to skip C Maths Lecture. What a guy.
Anyway,I couldn't keep to the appointment,as my grandma was out,with the key.It was until 1.20pm that she finally set foot in the house,and handed over to me the reins of the outdoors. Change of plan:Meet at Toa Payoh Interchange.Fair enough,but impatient chienzz wanted me to get ther in 5 minutes.Woah,no way man,I know you're reading this by the way.Yes YOU,CHIENZZ,don't turn your head around trying to act innocent.Nonetheless,I managed to arrive there in 10 minutes,and still ended up waiting for him.Sheesh.In the meantime,I continued my reading of Man,Civilisation And Conquest, a two-year history textbook for European Schools,which i just found out...
After a simple meal of prawn noodles,we made our way to Popular bookstore.Chienzz wanted to buy Ten Year Series,wanna get ready for promos.On the way,he enlightened me on the happenings in his school,like how he was bullied,how his belongings got vandalised,how tough F Maths is,how horrific chemistry is,yada yada yada....And he repeated it about nine times for the entire outing.Soon Augustine came to look for us.I don't know how he knew we'll be there,but he just did...awesome...
With a phonecall,we the terrific trio took the subterranian public transport to Orchard road,to meet up with Timonty and Jasmine Incoporated,to hang out with them. Went to Macdonald's, then loithered in Kinokuniya for a long time,laughing and making jokes out of everything that could be made a joke out of,like Sauron's finger's model. LOL. With that we went home.
There,done.Another boring day of my boring exsistence chronicled.Until next time.Tata.
MapleTip:Warrior Job Advancement At Level 30
If you like one-handed weapons and the defense of shields,a Fighter or a Page would suit you. A Fighter is more on the offensive side,with skills such as Rage fully maximising a warrior's weapon attack capabilities.It is not quite the same for a Page,as Threaten scares off monsters, allowing the Page to pursue and hunt them down at his/her leisure.
A Spearman excells in ranged attack,although not as long-ranged as compared to other classes.A Spearman's attack exceeds those of a Fighter and Page by far,and although the latter and former can both use spears and polearms,the Spearman pushes unleashes a spear's or polearm's true potential.To make up for the defense lost to having no shield,Iron Will increases the weapon defense as well as Magic defense for the entire party for a short time,incliding the caster.
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