halftime report.

halfway thru my little get away.

An activity that men shouldnt bring alcohol and females along.

the last 16 hours were spent shivering on a lonely jetty in sembawang.

fishing.

and yes. qian caught a fish. a little bugger to pitiful to be eaten.
a toss into the ocean, swim nemo swim.

The gods must be displeased with mx, jo and qian. The heavens opened on them. frigid and frozen to death. With all their worldy possesion safe and dry in the tent, the 3 troopers just had to tough it out in the rain. In their berms and nothing else. thank god no one was there to see them. Bystanders would have died of indecent exposure of the most grotesque sort.

It was so bad, a ciggarette which was lighted was deemed as a miraculous sucess to bring alil warmth to the frozen trio.

They waited vigalantly. from 1130pm to 12 noon the next day. they didnt have much to show for the time. Just some wet clothes, used up bait and some very wet fishing equipment. By the way, they used 6 fishing rods and 3 different kinds of bait to no avail. But it must be the weather's fault, certainly there was no faulting the troopers effots and endeavour!


However, some crabbers next to them were having a great night catching crusteceans.
There were this brothers, no more than 13 or 14 perhaps. In between them 2 lil precarious fishermen, they caught around 10 kilos of crabs. They were catching them by the bucket load. Lots to show, but what were they gonna do with so much crabs? These were what the 3 troopers kept thinking about. Finally, they came to the conclusion that the crabs were to be made into tasty-sit-in-front -of-teevee-to-gobble-snacks.

next came the next question, why werent these kids at school?
Jo-in-boxers came out with the theory that both those kids were ruffians in school who were trouble makers and who could not fit in. That fishing, or rather catching crabs, were the only way that they could find their inner peace. hmm..











wad cock.










then, there was this old uncle. who kept giving friendly advice to the trio on fishing tips and way to fish. He even helped to bait and cast one of the rods.
At first, the trio thought he was some old beach comber who does not have a home and who probably is dead broke.


but his tent did look sturdy. and when they peeped into his tent, they could see a brand new shiny pair of total 90 footie shoes. Nah, this aint just a poor old man who hangs out at the beach.



its just a poor old man who hangs out at the beach and owns a pair of total 90s thats all.








ok. The globe trekker wannbe has to leave now as his ride has arrived to his next destination.
A place with sun, sand and sea.




and all his wants is to eat at the coffee house.
but more on that when he returns.
bye bye.
blog again soon.

There is no gurantee if I might or might not shoot you.

Whether I love you or I loathe you ;)

I might STILL shoot you. How exciting dont you say?

Lets play Russian Roulette.

emotinal suicide with a gun ;)

the first one to get emo dies. and no, I wont give a shit if you die. heh.

but dont worry , i wont gloat and go "YOU GOT OWNED BITCH! IN YOUR FACE ! PWNED!"




erm actually, I would. hahahaha.



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was watching discovery channel. apparantly, males and females kill their spouses for totally diffferent reasons.

The experts say that statistically, about 90% of women who kill their husbands do so to get rid of them in their lives. An inconvience gotten rid off with cynide in a husband's soup.

erm, thats scary.

Men on the other hand, kill their wives to stop them from leaving. Thats right, u heard it, they kill so that they can keep their wives with them forever.

erm, thats scary. But isnt that oh so romantic?

haha.


discovery channel, u learn new shit everyday.

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fee-shi-ing

You cut up the prawn. You hook up the prawn. You cast the prawn. 20 mins later, you discovered that you are pwned.

went fishing last night. an impromtu decision with josh and johan. 20 years old. first time fisher.
went to kallang.

so what did we catch?

abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Unless , rubbish is included in the list of game fish.
I caught a whole lot of plastic bags. can pose with the whole pile next to me if i wanted.
observations i made on our fishing trip.

- The prawn fucking stinks.
- You need more than 250grams of prawn to share among 3 fishermen for bait -
- Always excercise caution when walking on the water breaker. ask josh -
- It is really strange that 3 boys will be totally contented just sitting there waiting for fishies to bite-
- Crabs are greedy fuckers, they eat all the prawns meant for fishies-
- Cheap fishing rods can be found at mustafa center (nvr going back. ever) -
- Somehow, when you think its a fish, its usually a plastic bag -
- Sandflies are mighty irritating. Just dont move, so that they think u are dead and go away-
- The prawn fucking stinks -



erm thats about it.

is it fun? it would be if we caught some fish.

but in anycase, i would try again if given the chance.



ok. I am going off now. bye bye.

whatever tomorro brings I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.

"will i choose water over wine? "

Drive - Incubus.


Another sleepless nights my dear readers.
Inbetween the sleepless nights, the chain smoking and the computer staring, I've managed to make my eyelids swell. I'm a mess.
not in the greatest form am I.

Honestly, I dont know what has been impeding my sleep. Too much fuggin things on my mind.

its all the nitty gritty things. what to do, what has to be done, NS, mothers day and all the assorted bullshit. its not even the serious issues that are buggin me.

We won our match today. Creamed them. but the pitch was a mess. for 70bucks, thats some really expensive mud patch they have there. Came back, washed my footie kit. Mud all over. Irritating.

Apec didnt have the meeting we were suppose to have today. I dont know, I am getting sick and tired of all the no shows. Please, there is such a thing known as follow up. And if it isnt going to go thru, i see no reason why a follow up sms or call to say that the thing has been called off cant be made.

Its just courtesy. and no, dont say I am rude. as aptly as luwin put it.
"I just cant be bothered."

Been blog hopping. Read some stuff. Pissed me off.
all i can say is. "if you aint happy with me, you can suck my cock."




By family pressure, My cable teevee plan has been changed.
Instead of benefitting programs like the BBC and CNN, they have been replaced by channels which show loads of chinese variety programs.
and all i wanted, was to make sure my family (esp yi en) to be more well informed.
But fuck nooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
they want those stupid chinese variety programs. ch 52 or whatever bullshit.
I swear their brains will soften.
and I will be laughing all the way.

so everytime i switch to channel 13 or 14 wanting to watch some news.
I am met with the following message.
"Channel 13 BBC is not subscribe to. To subscribe, please call starhub cust. service at 1633"
Fucking depressing.


seriously, whats so wrong with being a discovery junkie? I love discovery channel.( not about animals tho. sorry, you want to be a zoo keeper but i dont find lions humping any interesting.)
I watch it whenever I have the chance. but nooooooooooooooooo
"why you watching discovery?"
erm, cause i have half a brain more than you do?

Hitler, Caesar, Cleopatra are much more interesting than justin timberlake by a long shot.
No shit.
grrrr.

simpletons. they disgust me.

not very good blog today. going off.

"will it be better if I say, so long and good night."
Helena - My Chemical Romance.