Hurrah! Time for another one of my increasingly rare posts!

It's nearing the end of the holidays for me, another transition in my life ...yada yada yada. Going into army come 11th June. Quite looking forward to it cos' i'm bored now.

Haven't been going out much recently tho. Slowly losing my sanity, don't know why either. This is the part where usually people'll insert goth prose. "the shadow envelops my twilight soul, and august silence descends upon my prostate form as i crawl into ethereal darkness." okay that's about as goth as i can get.

Anyway, yeah, anti-social. Think i'm just bored. Smoking is bad. None of that lung cancer or heart disease shit is scary to the invincible youth. But impotency man. Smoking causes impotency. That's one heck of a badass angle to get people off smoking.

Currently cigarette packets have the warning labels and pictures (brain, mouth, oesophagus, family, indian dude, and baby; gotta collect them all!), not having much effect after the initial gross-out period. But swop them with like.....a limp blimp, and wham! No more male smokers. or like a sperm with two heads, or heads at both ends. That's some sick shit...

Moving on, have been collecting 1 dollar coins in anticipation of going P. Tekong to use on vending machines. On that note, i shall draw up a check list for stuff you need to bring on enlistment day for easy reference for fellow soon-to-be-NSFs!

le liste de contrôle (the checklist!)
_ Alarm clock (the noiser the better, if you can't wake up, at least your platoonmate will!)
_ Cheapo watch (water resistant)
X Padlock(s) (venti sized)
X Snake powder (st. lukes)
_ Small mirror (among other toiletries la)
X Coins (for aforementioned reason)
_ Clothes hangars (not sure about this one)
X Black masking tape (impt, tape everything! rifle, SPO, nipples etc...)
X Ziploc bags (keep stuff dry, esp. for out field camp) (Thx to ShiFatFuck for contributing!)

Other necessities no need to list la, i.e. change of civvy clothes, ample underwear, porno mags, religious artifacts to fight ghosts...etc.

and the number one most important thing to bring....
_ A small bar of slippery and easy to drop soap!

Okay will update this list as and when i think of things. did i miss out anything? *Edited*

It's 3 in the morning and i'm chatting with jethro. Super cock chat, at first just cos' i was looking for info on the web about the Amish.

Then we started talking about illuminati, their symbol of the pyramid and all-seeing eye, alien presence and all...... and pretty soon the conversation had degenerated into how Pyramids came into existence.....

I give u....an insight into Jethro's mind....



I bloody hell need to go sleep. the msn chat is starting to get really sick.

So anyway, i was on the bus home today right, and i had a brainwave! Some ideas for the 15 minute short for the panasonic digifilmfest. Wheeeeee!~ The conclusion i have come to (also while on the bus) is that i think better while sitting down doing nothing en route to home, as the amount of my brain activity(negligible) finally supercedes the amount of physical activity(very little) i'm doing, therefore it works like it's supposed to.

To start the day properly, woke up to meet some guys for a brainstorming session for ideas for the film, at Jurong East. However, as usual whenever there are no looming deadlines, nothing much got done, and we ended up talking cock. Which is a good inspiration for ideas actually.

Watched divergence, a very wtf show with new boyfriend cx, then went down to Orchard to meet shifuck and wilfred. Slacking at the open space at Taka like a kinky foursome of mats, saw this crazy ass cyclist - full gear, gloves, bodysuit, knee pads, shades (at 9pm?) with a pretty expensive rig, replete with 7 intermittent signal lights going circles round the open space.

Now ordinarily i would just put it down to typical nutcase, but this guy came close to clipping alot of people, going really close to the sides where a lot of ma...people were sitting. Including two small children.

Now ordinarily i would just put it down to typical stuntman-esque risktaking daredevil shit, but this guy wasn't doing any stunts, just going circles and circles around. Reminded me of my love life - going nowhere. =
Of course, given his actions, i wouldn't be surprised if he hunts for blogs mentioning his antics today and going "Hahaha i'm famous!!!!" on the tagboards (not an invitation for you assholes!).

Anyway, apart from seeing the aZn Evel Knievel...ehmm...... ran into carol and her friend karen whom shifa is smitten with, professed my undying unrequited love for shifa, saw a babe! on the bus, and decided on more refinements to the doctrine of my cult, the Disciples of Chris.*

*Religion's a very lucrative business. And it is a business. Financial renumeration for wellbeing and peace of mind, envisioning a utopia after death (or even before, for some cannier ones). More on the DoC (yes, adapted...nonono transmorgrified from AmHistX) in a later post.

Listening to:
Stereophonics - Dakota
Home Made Kazoku - Thank You (some catchy jap song of which i can only catch "kimochi!!!")