Yummy! Chef Zi! Kidding.

Saturday, March 25, 2006
A milestone! A miracle! Jiazi cooked for me!

Actually this was on Monday, but I had no time to blog. Too bogged down with work. Why was this an amazing thing? Well, Zi can't cook. RECAP! The first time she tried, she cooked me pasta and the noodles were, well not cooked enough. The second time, she burnt the bread and the eggs. I'm disregarding all the other times that she prepared decent food for me mainly because they were of lower difficulty, ie. noodles and soup.

So on Monday she offered to cook for me and I agreed, despite being acutely aware of the inherent health risks. Technically it was supper because my meeting stretched till late at night and she waited at home for me to return so she can make me a hot meal. So Sweet right?!? Feels so husband-wifish. Made me feel abit warm and fuzzy inside. Anyway on that day I actually had lunch at 1130am, so by the time i ate at 1145PM, I was famished. Secretly I was quite afraid that the food would be unedible and that I would go to bed hungry.

Guess I was pleasantly surprised that not only was the food edible, but it was actually quite good. It's not cum in your pants fantastic, but still good. It was chicken boobmeat cooked in a tomato based sauce. It was supposed to go with rice but it was late and Zi didn't want me any fatter than I already was. So all I had was the chicken. The chicken was just nice, golden brown on the surface yet soft and tender in the inside. Still juicy and not dried up. Topped off with the sauce which also contained mushrooms and onions, I thought it was actually quite yummy!


Of course shortly after that, I purposely changed my MSN nick to "My GF made me say that her cooking was good" so as in order to give the false impression that her food was terrible. I just like doing stuff like that. WAHAHAHAHA... Truth is, it was actually very good considering her less than stellar track record. I now look to the future with optimism and possibly our children will not suffer from malnutrition and our family will not need to eat out all the time. =)


Somehow I find myself disinclined to praise my girlfriend anymore. I easily lavish praise on others but yet to my girlfriend, I prefer the more endearing approach of denial and sarcasm. But despite all that, I am actually very appreciative of all that she does and I actually give her alot of credit for them. I just prefer to mock her openly instead of praising her. It's just more fun this way.

[Don't I just look positively pleased!]


[If you look carefully at the hand holding the knife...]

[...you'll realize I have no fingernail.]


Things on my mind:
BGS report
Food
Chicken Breasts
Chicken Boobs
Human Boobs
Jolin Tsai's Boobs
Just Boobs



Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {1:50 am}


Happy Birthday to the Cutesterestest Gal, Aries!

Sunday, March 19, 2006
On Saturday we celebrated Chubby 2's birthday but actually her birthday is on the 20th (that's Monday by the way) but we had to celebrate abit earlier because well, Monday is a school day. Anyway's we went KTV at Kbox Paradiz Centre and I must say it was a lot of fun. A great respite from the tedium and stress of school.


Now to be frank I was worried that the KTV session might be abit awkward because I've never KTV-ed with any of them before but alas it would seem that the Sinister Nara was right: KTV is the ultimate bonding activity. While it was abit slow moving at first but after a short while it became lots of fun. Whee! I must say I was also very amused by the fact that we ate KDinner where we all ordered the Chicken Chop. Not fantastic, the chicken was actually abit tough but hey, one can't complain.

I really hope the birthday girl enjoyed herself as much as I did because I really had alot of fun. From Adrian singing chinese songs to Jeff's One Night in Beijing, it was a night of joy and laughter. Even though the birthday cake wasn't exactly a cake per se but rather it was 6 different slices. Stone tradition maybe? No candles too. No wish to make. No presents either. Actually in retrospec suddenly it might not have seemed so wonderful for the birthday girl. Hmmm....

Truth is I think I almost never go out with any Uni friends with the purpose of enjoying ourselves and it was doubly special that night (the first level of specialness obviously because it was a celebration for Aries' Birthday) because, I went out with the two most "clickable" people I have met in SMU. And they are none other than Aries and Thomas! When Thomas finally arrived after winning his competition (Congratulations by the way) the fun level for me skyrocketed. SChooom! Into the stratosphere baby!


Thing is Thomas' voice rocked my world man! Never expected the laid back slacker to possess such singing prowess. Most importantly, I think my voice blends in well with him. I should help him sing background boy~ Thomas, you have officially passed the Teoheng Entry Examination (TEE) and you will be invited for any of my subsequent Teoheng outings. Approval has already been granted by the governing body LayZee Council. Unfortunately Thomas, your voice was totally overshadowed by....

... Aries! Actually from the start I already know her voice is amazing one. So not too surprised. But I was quite amused by Thomas. He was like sitting there and chanting to himself and I quote! "Wah! Zhen de shi.... WAH! Mei you hua jiang!" And whenever Ries started singing he'd go back into that trance and keep on shaking his head in disbelief. "Wah... Wah! It's... zhen de shi power." I swear I'm not making any of this up. But frankly speaking, the birthday girl's voice is undeniably superb. If you do go KTV with her just sit there and close your eyes and just listen. It's surreal. She almost makes me not feel like singing, like my mortal voice will taint the room. Thank god I'm a shameless person. Wahahaha!



All in all Happy Birthday Aries! May you stay young always as you finally hit a youthful age of twenteen. Enjoy what's left of the years you have as a teen because next year OLD liao. Stay sweet and adorable and "pity no one love" and I wish you good health, stellar grades and happiness for the year to come. And I do hope that you've enjoyed yourself so far~


Chubby 1, out.

Things on my mind:
Happy Birthday!
生日快乐!
Happy Birthday!
生日快乐!
Happy Birthday!



Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {5:02 pm}


Injury Proned Bastard Aka Vincey

No. I did not have my period. Wahaha. Lame.

Still remember my finger that was wedged in between a car door? Today is another milestone in it's journey. Today I pulled out the nail. *Flex*

Previously, on Busted Nail.
- Vincent unwittingly and accidentally slammed the door on his finger causing him to morph, for a brief moment, to become Wolverine, half man - half beast - all pain. He lets forth a terrible cry of anguish scaring the bejessus out of anyone in a 2 metre radius inside the carpark.
- Finger swells to two times its size.
- "Friends" strike doubt and fear into my already paranoid brain with words like "Rotting off" and "Gangrene" and "amputate."
- Inserts Stapler bullet into flesh underneath the nail in order to drain the blood. After squeezing non stop around the wound for 15mins, finger miraculously returns back to normal size and no longer swollen.
- Inserts sharp object into flesh daily for the next 3 days in order to facilitate draining.

Today, on Busted Nail.
I was bored in school and I had nothing to do. I looked at my nail and I decided that it should come off soon. After fiddling around with it, I accidentally lifted it abit too hard and it started bleeding. Then I decided to just pull it out. Whee! Off it goes. Despite what many of you might think, it actually wasn't painful at all. But I must say it looked freaking scary and disgusting what with all the blood that was flowing out. Yes FLOWING.

[Graphic Images. Viewer Discretion Advised.]


(Nail)

(Finger)

(Finger + Nail)

Seems as though I just hurt myself alot. I don't know why? Born unfortunate perhaps? Earlier this sem I slipped and fell. (See previous post) Like last sem, I kicked into something and BAM! 4 stitches. Before that I had surgery on my foot and that was like my 6th surgery ever. Serious. 6 surgeries at the age of 21. Not to shabby if you ask me. I'll show you where all the scars are the next time you ask. Oh oh, ask me about my ear. You'll love that story, I swear. And I bet you've never simultaneously sprained both your ankles.

Anyway, take good care of yourself people! Be careful! Don't learn from injury proned Vincey.

Things on my mind:
Blood
Fractures
Car Accidents
Boobs



Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {1:59 am}


We don't talk much anymore

Thursday, March 16, 2006
Maybe it's just me, but people don't seem to talk as much anymore, over the phone at least. Nowadays people just chat over MSN and I guess, to me, it's much less of an experience. It's almost the people you talk to has been made into a homogeneous population where no one really has a real voice. Text appear in a chatbox, and that's it. All the wonderful voices, the varying intonations and the emotions of the speaker lost. Lost to a world of cyber communication. Is it that we don't have time to talk on the phone anymore? Or that chatting online is so much easier that we don't bother anymore?

I guess, as a direct result of this, the number one difference is that I'm not as close to some people who I would have otherwise been much more close to. Why? Well, really because, when you chat over the internet, there is a much less inclination for you to share more intimate information, details of your life, your past that when exchanged, would make another person feel that much closer to you. People don't share as much over the internet as opposed to a telephone call. Maybe because when you chat online, it feels so impersonal. Maybe it's because when we chat online, we don't know for sure if the person is really there and listening. Sure we still talk to each other on a day to day basis. But since when was the last time we could chat just one on one and could actually have the privacy to talk about things that mattered more. Like it or not, most online conversations are very very superficial and at the end of the day, I probably don't know you any better than I did before we started the chat.

I miss the times, the old times. When people would just call each other up and chat for the sake of chatting. Maybe everyone is still doing it and its just that no one calls me anymore. If that's the case do call me. I hate being left out. Otherwise I think it's more that people don't call other people as much anymore. Everyone is so "busy." No time to chat on the phone, but somehow they find time to chat online. Weird. Last I checked, I spoke faster than I typed. I've some fantastic memories of chatting with people on the phone and I kind of wish I could relive it. The only person I consistantly talk to on the phone anymore is my girlfriend. I still remember back in secondary school, Ah Tiong would call me on Sunday nights and we'd be on the phone watching MTV Top 10 countdowns together. It's so bloody faggotty but it's something I can remember. We'd watch Spice Girls MTV and go to class on Monday all tired and sleepy. I bet you'd have a few memorable telephone conversations as well; now let me ask you this: Do you have any ultra memorable MSN conversation that you'll likely reminice in the future?

I've been having these thoughts in my head for awhile and I brought it up as an idea for an installation art concept for my Creative Thinking class. Basically I thought the "death" of verbal communication, or so to speak, could be symbolised by a man standing there surrounded by computers and laptops and stuff. The wires of the stuff would wrap around him coilling all the way up from his feet to his head and it'll wrap around his mouth gagging him. You know, like its constricting him and preventing him from speaking. A groupmate then suggested that a net could be thrown over him to signify that he's lost in the Net (internet). I thought the whole concept was pretty cool.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I guess alot of people aren't as close to each other than they might have been without MSN. Sure I keep in contact with alot more friends this way. But the intimacy, the feeling that I truly know someone from the inside, all these have been marginalised. If you'd like, call me. Let's talk... the old fashioned way and truly get to know each other. =)

Things on my mind:
Should I delete all my porn?
Should I quit WoW?
Can I do well this Sem?
Should I stop thinking about Boobs?
Boobs.


Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {9:46 pm}


Caught in the Act

Saturday, March 11, 2006
I feel a need to expose Weewee and to let everyone put a face behind this evil name.

Here are some pictures from a long time ago.

Here he is, shocked, stunned, excited and turned-on all at once when he first set eyes upon my long red, pulsating... origami crane.




He leans forward to take it in his mouth. Just the way the crane likes it.




As a result of Weeleng's inability to give pleasure the crane, the crane strikes at Weeleng's nipples after he accidentally uses his teeth too hard on the crane.




Things on my mind:
我在你心中只是 just a friend 不是情人
Why can't my teammates send me their slides on time
Pain
Boobs


Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {9:10 pm}


Helluva Night

Friday, March 10, 2006
Last night was truly one of the worst nights that I ever had to go through. It truly sucked.

I was running a fever and I had just injured my right index finger. Now I know alot of you people seem to find it very amusing when I hurt myself. Weeleng... Honglay... etc. But let me tell you now it isn't funny. At all. I do not understand how you sick people can get joy out of my pain and suffering. Stupid sadists.

Anyways, what happened was I accidentally slammed the car door onto my finger. How the hell did that happen? An accident. That's why they call it an accident. No, it was not stupidity on my part. This is what I looked like when it happened... (Guy on left)


Yes, I am savagely good looking when I am in pain.

So anyway my finger's all messed up now. Red, blue, green and black and is in all sorts of pain.

Now, I've always believed that I've quite a decent threshold for pain. At the very least when I got my foot wounded last year (4 stitches) I could just apply direct pressure on the wound without flinching for 20mins. But last night, the pain on my finger was unbearable. It was so bad I couldn't sleep. That combined with the hot-cold feeling from the fever really fucked it up for me. I was tossing and turning feeling either too hot or too cold and with white pain shooting up from my finger. After awhile my whole right hand was numb, I don't know from the pain or from the cold, and all I could feel was pulsating pain. I got up to pop painkillers. Didn't help much though. And because I drank so much water, (because apparently when you have a fever you ought to drink more water) I kept waking up to pee.

Some of you might think that I'm a whiner. TOO BAD! My blog, I can whine all I want.

Anyway, at one point of time in the night, I changed my MSN nick to "In so much pain I cannot sleep" or something like that. Then Peilee and Thomthom messaged me asking if I had broken up with Jiazi or something! Awwww, so sweet. Anyway thanks guys. Nice to know you cared. (I feel like such a wuss right now)

By the by, getting new glasses soon. Bitchin` red frames. I'd post the picture here but I want you to be surprised when you see me with my Bitchin` Red Frames! Roar! Sigh~ School's been such a bitch recently. So I gather you'll not see/hear/read much about me for abit. I'll stop rambling and sign off.

Things on my mind:

Pain
Project
Boobs



Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {9:38 pm}


Burnt Out

Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Its not like I have so much work to do that I don't have anytime to do it all. Why am I so stressed? Too used to a stress free life when I never cared about deadlines. I flouted deadlines with reckless abandon. Never rushed. Sometimes I never started to begin with. Am I so weak? People all say I'm stressed. I don't feel stressed. I think I have a reasonable enough time to complete everything. Yet. Yet people say I'm stressed. My body is telling me that I'm stressed. I never knew I couldn't even handle abit of stress. How the hell am I going to survive when I work? Burnt out in the first two days after a week of rest. This is what I'm made of? This is my mettle? I haven't cracked. I'll still produce fucking quality work. I will not crack. This is my mettle. I am not stressed. I'm just less jovial. Don't tell me I'm stressed. Burnt out? Fuck, I'm heated iron. Get out of my way or I'll burn u.


Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {12:24 am}


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