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Idea 1

A man stands near a telephone booth, he seems to be awaiting for someone. After some time, someone walked near to where he was standing. He uses the telephone and impatiently dials a number. He whispers something into the phone. Soon after, several men arrive, they had a brief struggle and these people arrest the man.

Idea 2

A man buys a drink from a vending machine, he gets poisoned and falls to the ground. Someone rushes over and administer medical attention. Suddenly, a well dressed assassin behind him appears from nowhere and shoots him in the back. This assassin also shoots the guy who was poisoned and he/she calmly walks away from the scene, smirking.

Dem northern bastards

North Korea.

Yep, I bet you’ve heard a lot about them on the news recently about their missle tests, and with the whole world anticipating a whole new war between the two Koreas, since the North decided to chuck away the 1953 ceasefire treaty.

North Korea has fascinated me a great deal recently. It is like another world over there. No one really knows what going on down there. While digging for things about them, I found this piece of animation. I have no idea what they are talking about, without the subtitles and all, so I pretend that they are having smart and deep conversations with each other.



It is quite hard to imagine that this is from North Korea. Those are some pretty decent animation from a country that doesn’t even have a proper power supply.

To be honest, I would like to visit that country one day (if it still exists xD) and find out for myself what North Korea is like. After reading testimonies from the defectors, I can say we’re really fortunate not be born there. The whole country was described as a giant prison camp.

In other news, I am quite excited about the new ‘Bruno’ movie. Bruno is a character by Sacha Cohen Boren, the creator and the guy who played Borat. I have actually enjoyed the Borat movie, so I’m actually looking forward to this one.

In other news

Om Nom Nom

It looks like from now, I’m gonna meet up with my friends every Friday for a meal and a chat.

We went to Zam Zam for dinner on Saturday. It’s been a long time since there was a gathering this huge. We took up four tables, and damn, the other patrons aren’t happy.

Ate until we had to literally crawl out of there.

I’m serious. The murthabak there is monster sized. Worse, four people shared two. Plus we had to order our own personal dish too. The nasi briyani isn’t as fantastic as I expected though. It was really dry, no matter how much curry I smeared. Plus there was all these bone fragments too. Not pleasant.

Right after that we went to a mall (forgot its name) and we took pictures. The old security guard there told us not to take pictures, not for security reasons, but because of the spirits apparently haunting the place. He told us his experience working there. For one, while he was inspecting the car park, someone or something threw sand at him and told us how that place was a Muslim graveyard. But we didn’t give a shit though. Still he was kind enough to help us take that group picture.

“…just like old times”

Last Friday, I met up with a bunch of old friends from secondary school for dinner. At first we cam-whored like a bunch of giggling school girls…

…like this. Dumbass on the left is me.

Okay, I will stop it before this becomes a lame cam-whore blog.

Then we took the bus down to the MRT to meet the guy who was there for 45 minutes and we took the train to Jurong Point for dinner, which unfortunately was not very exciting. Anyway we went to a playground to slack, and witnessed possibly the most retarded thing I have seen in months. So there’s these two guys I know, and they both are in dragonboat, one from Singapore Poly, and the other, Nanayng, and they were competing to see who was the meanest, the most toughess and the most badass. And they did more than a 100 push-ups each, and after that, they compete over the most trivial things like ‘who can still walk, or do jumping jacks’ and those kind of shit. Their faces were red, sweaty and just plain funny to see. Then we sat down in a circle and jerked off.

Nah just kidding. Actually we just played a bunch of ‘finger’ games, you know, those kind of sit-in-a-circle games to test your alertness and concentration. Still, it’s not as exciting as jerking off.

I have another issue in mind. My niece and nephew are coming over from Australia but first they are going to stop by Japan. Guess what? They are coming by tomorrow, from Japan. My mom’s kind of anal about the whole visiting thing, with the whole swine flu going on in Japan. She’s worried that they might give us the virus. How? They are going to stay in my house for a week, and guess whose room they are gonna use?

Mine.

I’m kind of pissed. I really hope they just crash into the hotel or something, otherwise, I’m gonna sleep in my parents’ room for a week, and that’s not cool with me.

And…

Now for this week’s post.

So Mas Selamat is captured, and the whole country is happy, justice prevails and yadayada.

Awesome, totally awesome. He’s just 9, and he can play really well. And when we were 9, we were all pretending to be Spiderman and wetting our bed sheets at night. Man he makes me jealous. Not only that, he gets to meet Ozzy too, and that’s cool.

Yesterday at Song Composing Club, it was really pretty cool. Some guy named Sean, an FSV graduate was sort of our guitar teacher. He was a professional guitar player at the age of 16, and damn, he talks like a old sensei. But he knows what he’s doing, and was really a friendly guy. It seemed more of a Q&A session than a proper lesson. So it’s like..

“Oh, to sweep pick is like this and…blablabla, anything else? Oh harmonics, you just….”

Still, I did learn some useful tips to improve. Damn I suck balls. Speaking of that, my dad told me to concentrate on the bass instead of the guitar since it is easier. What the fuck seriously? I think if I concentrate on the guitar instead, it would be better because my bass playing would improve. And I don’t think there is a lot of major difference anyway. So I would still play guitar dammit.

And did I say it is a chick magnet as well? >:3

So…

Two weeks ago, there was no school on Friday.

So I pretty much practice playing the guitar like some wannabe rock god.

On Saturday, I went to watch X -Men Origins Wolverine with a bunch of friends. It was’nt really what I expected, bu it is still nice to watch.

This pretty much sums up what I saw

Really, I’m not kidding.

Also, what is the deal with ‘Restaurant City?’ It doesn’t look fun at all…

…other than watching people poop.

Week 1

Started school on the wrong foot. Arrived late for the first class on Monday, which deals with the IS issues. Luckily, I watched the film that was screening in class before and therefore I was not in a real disadvantage. After that lesson, the teacher gave us our first assignment and told me what I’ve missed. Went home after that.

Tuesday, I met my course classmates for the very first time. We briefly introduced ourselves and in class and continued our lesson. Our lecturer was Mr Liswanto. He tought us the basics of Photoshop, in which I was pretty lost. After the lesson, we had a really long break which lasted from 12 to 4pm. Then it was Social Psychology and Communication. Got pretty lost in that as well. After the lesson, I met up with my old friends from secondary but they are studying in Ngee Ann. Talked for a while and tried to get my Prestige card, only to find out that I was 5 minutes late and the offer was over.

Wednesday came by pretty uninteresting. On Thurday, I went with some of my classmates to Art Friend. Despite the name, the prices are not friendly at all. Spent almost $30 in total for the art equipment for next week.

Friday went by pretty quick. Went with a friend for my CCA ‘Get to Know You’ session, an euphemism for ‘interview’. Basically, we had to audition. I told them that I just recently picked up the guitar and they forced me to play something on it anyway. I played the intro of ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ by Guns N’ Roses. My friend just played the drums. Afterour so called audition, we payed the club fees and told us to come next week.

Then came Hopnite. And my god, the DJ was terrible. The songs were bad and certain remixes have their beats mixed up. There was no sense of fun in the atmosphere at all. I tried to dance anyway, and went home at 10pm.

So, I guess this sums up my first week of school.

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