Sorry for the lack of updates guys...

Hi guys... Sorry for not blogging very often these days... its just that there haven't been much happening and i don't wanna bore you guys with shite like how often i pick my nose a day....

Anyway... just to keep you guys entertained....

The past week has been pretty much spent at the new Pool Fusion 2.. Erm.. Recap of the week...

Monday

Went to school in the morning to rush out a project with Yat... Yat btw is my classmate.. he is a classic example of an EM (or Elite Mat in case you don't know). His brain power's much more than the normal mats you see walking around... Anyway i finished my project early and went down to PF2 to try the place out (it just opened a few days back)

Anyway... when i got there, it was only me and the counter girl, so i started talking to her... Her name's Mildred, and erm... nothing much lah... haha i'll get her picture up maybe... :D Quite pretty... Mixed bloody... a wee bit of eurasian in her i guess...

Anyway stayed there till the evening... William (my coach) came down and i asked him to play with me, 9-ball, race to 7, even (no handicap).

Here's the kickass part.. (agar-agar rack by rack analysis)

Rack 1:

I break, i miss, he miss, i clear

Alex 1 : 0 William

Rack 2:

I break, i miss, He clear

Alex 1 : 1 William

Rack 3:

He break, he miss, i clear

Alex 2 : 1 William

Rack 4:

I break, He clear

Alex 2 : 2 William

Somehow he gets to 4:2

I fight back to 5 : 5

I golden break (9 ball goes in on the break)

i lead 6 : 5

He catches back up to 6 : 6

HILL-HILL!! (basically means both opponents need 1 more rack each to game)

William breaks, he goes for a crazy shot.. misses... i clear

Alex 7 : 6 William Ang!!

Now many of you might think its just a normal match, no?

Don't miss out the fact that William's ranked 7th Nationally...



National Pool Rankings


After that i had dinner with the Q Shop guys... and basically after that victory they agreed to sponsor me for national competitions! How cool is that?! I get to wear Q Shop colours!!

Tuesday

Zilch.


Nada.


Didn't do anything.

Wednesday

Rematch!! William saw me at Pool Fusion and challenged me again.. haha i think he wasn't happy losing to me...

Anyway... to cut the long story short...

He let be break first... and i cleared the table twice to make it 2 : 0 before he could touch the table...

To give him credit... the minute i gave him a shot, he cleared the table... POWER

Anyway... I lead him 6 : 3 in a race to 7... before i missed a simple 3-ball...

And u know what!?


He broke-cleared me 4 times in a row...

Basically means i didn't touch the table at all until he finished the match at 7 : 6.

Amazing... the cheating arse...*laughs*

So anyway i'm challenging him again sometime this week...

Thursday

Dinner with Mom at some viet. restaurant. Can't exactly remember how the food was like but NOT BAD lah huh? anyone wanna eat there next time lemme know and i'll bring you guys... There's a Korean restaurant that's kickarse around my mom's office too... in case any of you guys wanna eat there....

Mr Chuchu (a.k.a Justin) flew off to USA for 5 weeks on friday morning... but it FELT like bloody thursday night so i'm writing this under thursday... :D


u know what time was his flight?





U KNOW WHAT TIME WAS HIS FLIGHT!?















6 FRIGGING AM in the morning!!!



Bastard


i hope you're reading this


I had to pass his thermos flask to him... So i was carrying that thermos flask and running around the bloody departure lounge looking for him...



I'll BET everyone was thinking i was carrying some metallica dildo around the bloody airport...



shit.


Anyway sent him off, then went to Macdonalds for breakfast... And Greg, being Greg, made fun of this minah working behind the counter



Greg (in super sleazy voice) : "Eh Stehhlllaaaaahhhh"

(her name's stella)


*laughs* ARSE... :D


Went home at 6.30AM


Zonked out at 6.40.


Friday

Woke at 9... basically stoned the whole day lah.. Nothing much to talk about cos i don't remember much going on that day...was frigging tired out due to Mr Chuchu's ungodly flight...

I don't have much photos now cos i didn't really take any recently... Oh well... u guys just have to wait and see, eh?

Sorry for the lack of posts... getting real busy with pool and studies and projects and whatnot....

Why This Is the Time for Me to Bloody Grow Up

Ooooh... been a while since i've been here... oh well... i guess all you guys can tell, there's nothing much going on in my life... well nothing i deem post-worthy anyway.... actually there's tons of things going on in my life, but i don't think anyone wants to hear about me brushing my teeth, would they?

Spent the whole of Saturday over at Cushion and Cues Pool Bar over at Tanjong Pagar playing some stupid competition. Did pretty ok... beat quite a few prominent figures 2-3 times my age... hahaha... hope this streak carries on, eh? :D

Anyway, with regards to the title, i think its about time i started using my brain more in my day to day life. I guess i'm starting not to view people the same way i did before. I can actually feel myself getting more and more cynical and jaded in life...

People are never as simple as they seem. That's the rule of thumb that i shall follow from now on. Most people seem nice, but when you delve deeper and think about things they are never as "nice" as originally thought. There's always a reason for people being nice, whether its cos they want something from you, etc..

I used to try and be nice to everyone around me. Friendly to the people in my life, and generally attempting to treat people well. But i'm starting to notice that the more this happens, the more people start asking me for favours. The basic things i still will comply. But then they get more and more ludicrous and stuff. Maybe i'm just in a bad mood now and i just wanna let loose, but still.... cannot keep expecting me to lend you money all the time, right?

And I swear to you guys... there's something about my friend Astrid... shit... like every guy around her seems to start falling for her, or does something really head-scratchingly weird... i mean, she's my buddy and all, and of course i'm happy when she gets the attention she deserves.. but its like some of the people i know are treating her differently now and that causes me to really sit back and evaluate for myself why these guys are doing these kinda things... Is it cos they're just being friendly and nice? or some ulterior motive? which links to the top of my post. I'm sincerely doubting its the former.

If it were people i do not know, i really wouldn't give a shit... but these people are people i know and respect. So i'm starting to get really unsettled by this... Are all these guys i know degenerating into filth? There HAS to be a reason why they do the things they do, no?

With this sudden influx of new information, i'm starting to find that i never used to contemplate these matters. Everyone was either a buddy, or an arsehole... Now, it seems that i have to re-evaluate many of the people i know. 2 categories just don't kick it anymore.

Anyone know what's the sensation of suddenly feeling that everyone's not exactly trustable anymore?





















































It seriously sucks.

Nothing To Blog About So Never Blog Loh...

Hey guys... sorry for not updating this blog in a week... i guess i want to post interesting stuff instead of blathering on about the typical nonsensical shite that goes on in my day to day life.. But these days seriously nothing ground-shaking happening in my life leh...








sibeh sian








I really haven't done anything... unless you consider getting my hair done today as read-worthy. Well ok lah...can elaborate a bit...

Finally went to get my hair done today over at Kimage, all the bloody way at River-something Mall or someshitlikethat, all over at Seng Kang... no offence to people living in Seng Kang... but i feel that it's the ultimate arse of Singapore.. Punggol would be the arsehole...


*laughs* don't hate me... haha its just that there's absolutely nothing over there... hard to get in and out of there too, if you ask me...


Anyway... got my hair done by Wendy... (you're probably reading this so i'd better start sucking up... :D ) Erm... how to describe the hairdo... well she chopped off my entire tail section... erm.... coloured it too... lemme see... Brown base with Orange, Red and Pink highlights?


No photo yet LAH... soon i'll get one done...

Erm... anyway this is just to let you guys know i'm still alive and kicking... i'll take start posting interesting stuff once i get inspired to do so... and currently i'm as inspired as a piece of stale bread sitting on a table. So yah...


Have fun!

Gillian's Wedding!!

What a Saturday!!!

Little ol' me did something seriously STUPID and came home at 3.30AM... when i had to get up at 10am to prepare for Gil's wedding.

Being the dumbass i was i went and stayed at Champz the whole night, doing what?

Playing pool...



DUH



Didn't really have a great night either... kept waking up cos my legs were painful and stuff..



Stupid shit.



ANYWAY


i ended up waking up at 11. Still pretty safe lah considering i was to meet Syl-lyn at 12.45 at Novena MRT to head for Thomson Road Baptist Church (or something like that lah). Was freaking HOT that day, btw... macham the sun was out to screw me liddat.. *grins*

Poor girl was late... Turns out she was waiting for the bus to take her to an MRT station. (may i digress by taking the chance to curse bloody SBS Transit.. KNN those bus routes and timings have been screwed with more times than annabel chong on a record-setting night) In the end my parents picked her up at Braddell MRT instead and drove down to the church.

THANKFULLY we didn't arrive late... In fact, we were still early.. We were frigging sheepish as we didn't know ANYBODY there except for the bride and groom.. but since there were so many equally-formally-dressed folk walking towards the church we figured we were headed in the right direction anyway. :D

Here's the church, by the way.





Bloody GRAND hor??

(BTW as i'm typing this my little red baby lobster just moulted!! COOL SHITE!!)


Anyway upon queuing up to, erm, register (how i know what its called sia) my attendence and pass the reception my gift (i got them a set of bride and bridegroom bears), i saw the groom, Zhong Peng! Apparently he still recognises me!! How cool is that boy! I only met him once or twice and that was 2 whole freaking years ago!

Anyway after passing up the gift we went into the church, which btw was segregated according to whether we were the bride's friends or the groom's friends. So, being Gil's friend, me and Syl-lyn got shoved to the left half of the church.


Interior of the church! The couple had some slideshow going on showing pictures of them. Overall it was super classy, too...


How can we pass up the chance to take PHOTOS of OURSELVES?!

So anyway after all the guests arrived, IT started. :D (IT referring to the marriage process, of course... u think what? some alien invasion?)


Groom waiting anxiously for bride to enter...BTW, the groom's the one in WHITE, not the ahpek beside him... PLEASE


Doors thrown open! She's coming in!!


Eh bridesmaid, siam outta the way can? People wanna see the main attraction leh!!


HEADSHOT of the bride, Gillian!

(unfortunately that's the only photo i could get of Gillian's face in the wedding gown :( damned shit sia... people damn buay zi dong get the f*ck outta my way when limpeh taking photo mah!!)

Next few photos are the USUAL lah... taken when the priest was interrogating them on their true desire to get married.

One day when i get married and IF a priest asks so many dumb questions i've got a feeling i'll slug him and stick my shoe up his holy ass. Then again that's just me NOW lah... in the future i'll bet i'll stand there looking docile and let him stick his holy shoe into my ass while still smiling away. *laughs*


Yadda...


Yadda Yadda...


Yadda Yadda Yadda...... MAN AND WIFE! YAY!!!

After the wedding came the tea reception. Me and Syl-lyn snuck away cos we had NO desire to mingle with the crowd and socialise. Come to think of it we SHOULD have stayed a LITTLE while...

Heck lah... We didn't know anyone anyway... :D

Before jumping into a cab and heading home, we took the chance to photowhore... :D


(Media n Communications student mah.. should expect these kind of "stance".. :D


Nahbeh i don't know how to stand lah ok?

Got home, showered, changed, ate a bit of bee hoon goreng. Syl-lyn didn't have much neck accessories to wear on that day, so my mom lent her a pearl necklace!


Beautiful, no? *smiles*

Of course, she had to take a shot of me, too...


(I got lazy to style my hair, btw... that's why it looks so damned flat)

Dad dropped us at Fullerton Hotel... like, at 6.35?


This reeks of the "WHOAH NAHBEH" aura already!!

We went in, only to find out that the cocktail was from 7pm to 8pm, instead of 6.30, as what Gil told me before. Again, since we didn't know anyone we figured it would be practically dumb to go for the cocktail early...so we went strolling around boat quay first... :D


View of boat quay... i think its lovely...


Well SHE wanted a photo in front of the hotel... sorry for the blurring though...


Me looking retarded in front of the famous bridge (famous for WHAT, i do not know... in fact i have no freaking idea what its called in the first place. From now in it shall be known as THE bridge)


Some ang moh took this for us on THE bridge. His camera skills leave much to be desired, though... macham he got epilepsy liddat.





Difference WITH, and WITHOUT flash, respectively


Another picture of a lovely girl looking lovely in front of a lovely setting.. *grins*

Oh... i shan't generalise by saying something like most ladies can't take photos. So in this case, i shall complain on how Syl-lyn can't take a decent photo.. *laughs* its TRUE! Check it out...


yup...


proof


more proof

We basically sat at boat quay till the sky turned dark.. That's when things started getting seriously interesting. Scenery was even more beautiful, that's for sure.


Well she commanded that i "look pretty" so that's what i tried to do. *laughs* this photo turned out well. *thumbs up Lyngurl!


Pardon the red-eyes... i forgot to turn the red-eye remover on. But nice anyway!!


Forgive the lack of a smile on my face. I was concentrating too hard on keeping the damn camera steady!! (Eh u think easy ah!?)

Oh yes, the most compelling evidence that Lynnie's camera skills are murderous


Convinced?


I rest my case.

And now for the (to me) best photo taken the entire night.

In case you guys are wondering i set my camera on a chair and put it on timer, played around with some settings, and *VOILA!*


BEAUTIFUL...i especially love it cos its dark and goth-like and shit... but for all u guys clamouring for a brighter version of this photo...



NAR!!!


:D beautiful in its own right, no?

So after slacking around till around 7.30, we figured it was time to make a fashionably late entrance into the Roof Garden in Fullerton. (where the cocktail was held) Minimized mingling! YAY!

Oh wait, before i forget.. lemme mention something about Fullerton Hotel's revolving doors. :D They've got this KICKASS revolving doors that are, get this, SENSOR activated. So the minute you walk TOWARDS the doors the damn thing will swing for you.

COOOOL SHIT!!

Come to think of it being automated there's nothing stopping it from slamming you in your ass if you don't move fast enough... *shudders*

Anyway, went up, met Gillian and Husband :D


Don't ask my why Gil looks pissed... Maybe she's upset at me skipping her tea reception earlier...

Dinner was another issue altogether. Fine Dining, believe it or not. Instead of the typical 10 course chinese dinner we're all used to, it was a 4 course western one.

First Course (well, ok... pre-first course)

Roti.

Western roti SUCKS. Gimme Gardenia ANYTIME. it was SAD to see everyone take the damn roti, anyhow BUA the butter (which looks super high-class, btw) and act like it was delicious. Mine tasted like a rock, that's for sure.

First course.

Some Hamburger-like concoction of like 3-4 different slices of different hams between grass errr... i mean vegetables and some papadum-like thingy.. With funny sauce all over

Second Course.

Tomato Soup with some (i think its like Gan Bei) thingy in the middle. Wasn't too bad... felt like drinking blood. Ahhhh.....

Third Course aka. Main Course

Basically some fish.

Here comes the kicker.

Dessert..

Tiramisu cake.









Doesn't sound like much, right?













CHECK OUT the KING OF TIRAMISU CAKES!!


THE EMPEROR OF TIRAMISU-LAND!!!

LOOK AT THE DETAIL GOING INTO THAT CAKE!! FULLERTON HOTEL I SALUTE YOUR TIRAMISU CAKE!! even though the food quite pathetic lah, honestly, but that tiramisu ROCKS!

After that we figured it was time for a few random photos. Unfortunately i made the mistake of trusting the lady sitting 2 seats to my right with the immense responsibility to take this photograph and we can all see how it turned out.





move.





your.





FUCKING.





finger.





OFF.





THE.





BLOOMING.





LENS.





next.





time.





you.





SILLY TWIT!!



This was the, erm, lawn ornament adorning the centre of the table. The lady in the background IS pretty good looking... and i admire her cos she's the only one on the table eating the shitty roti with the same class as me. *laughs*


Taken by a GUY, of course *sniggers*


SAME GUY, minus the flash

After the thing, sent Syl-lyn back, came home, crashed on my bed.. But WHAT a day, eh?

And dearie, THANKS SOOO MUCH for accompanying me for the whole of Saturday, ok? I had such a good time and i hope you did, too!! Words can't convey how much i enjoyed Saturday, and it was all possible thanks to you, my beautiful date!

The PHOTOS!!

Ok... yesterday was frustrating, to say the least. I absolutely HATE computer programs that don't work the way i expect them to. Now, I am possibly the suckiest troubleshooter there is around right now. My main solution to computer programs that do not work involve a loudly spoken explicit curse (depending on my mood it can be either Hokkien, English, Chinese, Cantonese, Malay, Hindi, Japanese, French, German, or Afghan) and perhaps a couple of slaps to the forehead.

All this just so i can post these damn photos here for people to see....

Anyway, this blog entry starts of in school, cos that's where my bloody day started off anyway.

Typical lessons, of which i vaguely remember sleeping through a tutorial.

In fact, clearly, i'm not the only one.


The effects of our education system are clearly obvious on Andrew. Brilliant. Would u believe this guy scored 2 distinctions during his last semestral exam? :D

Well then, anyway, yesterday was Syl-lyn's virgin attempt at a full manicure. And my fifth? Anyway, its ALL in preparation for Gillian's wedding, which is this saturday, btw. The pains we go through just to look presentable. (Thanks for accompanying me though dearie. I really appreciate it)

I am kinda sick of the reaction i get whenever i walk into hollywood secrets (or any bloody nail salon, for that matter) and ask for a manicure. The girls behind the counter will somehow let the "What-the-f*ck?" look appear on their faces while still trying to look professional. Let me tell you, u bloody jackasses.


IT




DOESN'T





WORK





cos you idiots are still gaping at me.

Which reminds me. The last time i went to Specialist Shopping Centre, me and Astrid were looking for somewhere to get a manicure done. At that time i had nails long enough for a french manicure, which for the uninitiated means the nail is 1 colour, and the tip of the fingernail is painted another.

So me and Astrid were standing at the door, when I decided to open my mouth and ask how much was a manicure.

Me : "How much for a french manicure?"

Salesgirl : "$25"

Me : "Nono... For a Guy"

At that point, every single breathing person in that room turned to stare at me. Even the bloody manicurists stopped what they were doing so they could look at me and make me feel super out of place.



Idiots.




Anyway, we picked our colours, and Syl-lyn took the plunge first. (By the way, i had a tough time convincing her that a manicure did not hurt. )


You'd think since this is her first time she'd be nervous. Nope. Still out to irritate. *grins*

This is also a good example of the "before" photo. Focus your attention on her ugly nails. *grins*

Today was the first, and, for your sake, hollywood secrets, hopefully the last, time i ever get injured from a manicure. Probably it was an inherent lack of skill from the manicurist, but she basically cut my finger when she was trying to remove the cuticles/dead skin. Being the obvious BIMBO she is, not only didn't she apologise, she tried cleaning off the bloodstain with nail polish remover.


It







really









HURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Airhead.

Anyway, in the meantime, Lyn was sitting there quietly enjoying the manicure, or my agony... most probably both...*laughs*









Well i'm glad she enjoyed the bloody thing (in my case, pretty literally).

Well at least the manicure looked presentable after that. May i present.....


THE END PRODUCT!! Nice manicured nails!


of course you can smile my dear... afterall YOU didn't get impaled by an overenthusiastic but seriously underskilled manicurist

After that we walked to Scotts (we were at Paragon) to have dinner at the food court there. I had the tiny-est bowl of beef-ball noodles and she had this funny looking noodle thingy too (but that's not the main point, the main point is my beef testicl.. i mean ball, noodles)

And i neglected to take photos of that so just use your imagination and imagine what a small bowl of bull testic... i mean beef ball noodles look like.

Anyway, i'm hoping this Saturday is gonna be fun...More photos then!!!

The First One, eh?

I'm probably guessing no one's reading this as yet, so this is just gonna be a pretty nonsensical one so that this blog has at least SOMETHING to start off with..














I am very pissed off.












My FYP project mates are morons. Serious.

I'm not being overly critical or biased or just being cranky and looking for an outlet.

I kid you not.

They are complete tossers.

Mental capacity of 3-year-old kids with an extra chromosome.

I wonder how they made it this far into poly.

Anyway, FYP stands for Final Year Project, or i guess to them, it means Fuck Your Projectmate. Cos that's what they've been basically doing all year round. Ok, i'll admit... we've ALL been slacking throughout the whole damn thing.. but at least i KNOW what the damn project is about.

THEY? well at least the GUY knows what's going on.

The GIRL is clueless.

Well that's an understatement, actually.

I'm amazed the girl knows how to use MSN, even.

I've been the one doing all the configuration, all the planning, all the allocation of jobs, all the coming-back-to-school-on-days-that-i -don't-have-class, etc. They just follow orders. And like all true-blue subordinates, they don't follow them very well. I don't know... i've kinda had it with them. I just hope i get my "B", to hell with them after that. I don't see myself picking up their phone calls once this project is over and through with.

Back to cooler topics.

Today (Monday) was pretty fun. I went out with Lyn (i absolutely LOVE her company) in the afternoon. Needed to get a gift for Gillian's wedding, which is this Saturday, btw, at Fullerton Hotel (expensive!)

ANYWAY, we met up at Raffles City, which, i'm sure all you people know, is at CITY HALL MRT, right? Silly Lynny went and got off at RAFFLES PLACE MRT. (Haha MALUuuuuu.... *grins*)

We got these bears in the end, pretty standard, really, but the only other choice was this blooming LAMP which cost a hundred bucks. (lamp looked real cool, btw, very victorian) But i don't percieve Gillian will take very nicely to me carrying a frigging table lamp over to the church. People are gonna think its a terrorist bomb or rocket launcher or something.

Ended up watching Doom after that, since we had pretty much nothing to do.

Plot in 5 short sentences.

a. dumbshits mess with human genes
b. dumbshits infected
c. dumbshits become monsters
d. dumbshits kill monsters
e. BFG (Bio Force Gun, or Big F*cking GUN!, as i like to call it *winks*)

After that was Uncle Remus' wedding. Got chucked with my parents at table 17, with all the aunties and auntie's aunties and old hags. "Wah so big liao ah?" and other shit like that were flying all over the place, all of them directed at me. I guess i'm one of the next in line, actually. *smacks head* i'm NEVER gonna live this down.

Wedding itself was normal, but suddenly i've got this urge to get married quick... hahaha

I've always had this weird urge to stop with the short relationships, find someone right, and settle down as early as possible. Call it stupidity (i mean which GUY willingly wants to lock himself in a jail cell? *laughs*) but somehow i long for the stability and security that's gonna be present in a serious loving relationship. I mean, being single's very much fun, i can just go out with anyone i want, anytime i want. But at the same time wouldn't it be great to have someone to call your own?

*ponders*

Well if it comes it comes. If it doesn't i'm not gonna go looking around for it. There's no point putting pressure on myself to get someone quick. The breakup's gonna be even faster.

Oh well, done with the irrelevant rants. This post is utter bullshit, so if u guys wanna read it, then good for you and u've obviously got nothing better to do... *laughs* next posts will be more interesting i hope. I won't describe my days and shit anymore i suppose. I'll pick some fun topic and let go the standard "Emperor of Talking Cock" stuff...

p.s. I'll take lotsa photos of Gillian's wedding. Get ready! *grins*