hey all...i know ive been missing, and youve been missing me heh heh... but ill be back soon, with stories of my very real ghost adventure, my day at the dentist, my first ear candling, facial session....yes...many stories that youre craving to hear ;D
ZoukOut is tmrw, and its gonna be massive.. www.zoukout.com
cya all soon
"Cowards die many times before their deaths, while the valiant never taste of death but once."
-william shakespeare
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
bits and pieces everywhere
hello marines, hows everyone doin eh?
its gonna be 2010 soon can you fuckin believe that? im gonna be 25 in march. twenty five. thats like 5 more years to 30. good lord. 30??? i just watched spongebob and futurama cartoons last night, and im still playing video games when the time permits, still pondering over the next US marine bag i wanna buy, and im itching to get my waterproof and shockproof torchlight next month.
a big part of all this influence came a long time ago to me when i was around 14 or 15...
i used to stay over at a friend's place pretty often then. and she had a brother who was a police officer. he was in his late 20s, and dressed exactly like how i do now. he was a big motherfucker. not fit mind you, just so fucking big sized and 1.9 tall, he didnt need to be fit. i remember he used to wear a metal icon around his wrist with the imprint of a bear paw on it. he claimed it would give him bear-like strength whenever needed. how awesome is that?
hes happily married with a kid now. i bumped into his wife and him a couple of weeks back, at of all places, a backpackers store at marina square. he was looking for a new swiss army knife while i was looking for...an eye protection mask. dont ask.
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if you have silbings born around your age, its a natural fact that you guys wouldve conjured up games to play together.
my sisters and i played alot together when we were younger. we wrestled, built pillow fortresses, fucked around with super soakers, and had the weirder games even.
oh btw, this one time, i wrestled with my younger sis and i actually dislocated her shoulder. i panicked so badly, so i forced her to go to bed immediately. yes, while the arm was messed up. after a while of coaxing, thumb soaking, and playing with the corner of her pillow, she fell asleep. and while she slept, i moved her arm around until her arm moved back into place. and it was so fucking hilarious, you could see the discomfort in her eyes while she slept and i played with her arm.
then we had this game/acting stint called Meowcat. yes. Meow + Cat.
it was more like a sort of play. we were all actors. while one of us took turns....being the meowcat. see...a meowcat is a sort of fucked up cat, now that i think of it. the chosen actor to play the meowcat would have to move around on all fours. sometimes crawl, sometimes using the back legs to jump forward. like a frog. told ya it was fucked up. and the meowcat could also talk when needed. but it was mostly "mews" and "meeeewwwsssss!".
so the story was typical. i would be the evil burglar breaking in to steal the meowcat, while one of my other sisters would be the home owner and try to save her precious pet. fighting would ensue, with me killing the meowcat most of the time, and then all of us would end up getting emo, cos the meowcat was sooo cute. fuck me i think i realise when the mental issues started occuring lol.
then we had this other game called Shopping. the idea was that we all owned shops or cafes all over the house. and we'd sell shit to each other. we would actually take shit from all over the house. like for myself, i took all the ornamental and shiny things. one of my sisters would run a lil cafe, while the other one sold flowers. yeah business was bad for her hahahahah! *pauses for a bit cos the song ezra is currently playing is pretty epic techno dancing*
k back to the memories. yeah so we sold shit to each other, also mixing in a bit of romance and treachery. regarding the currency, i actually got drawing block and cut out the dollars. naturally, i kept a huge fucking stash for myself which they never knew about. i even stole from them after we stopped playing for the day(we'd carry on the next day, with each person holding on to their money)
we also used to bathe together( awww come on, we were kids.)
we used to cover the entire bathroom flooring with soap. and 2 of us would give a mighty push to the 3rd party, watching her fly across the flooring. the 3rd party often ended up banging her head against the wall, cry loudly, and my mum would open the door, and give us the beating we deserved lol.
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so ive gotten into the habit of being even more of a health freak, as if i werent sick enough in the
head already. firstly, my workouts have been more extreme, my readers, if ya want awesome abs, get a swiss ball or gym ball. you'll see quick results.
been doing one arm pushs up, mountain climbers and plenty of burpees. heres the vids. the chick in the vids could probably kick my ass and yours.
honestly, if you did these for an hour 3 times a week...it'll make you look good, like me. heh heh. i havent been to the gym in ages, neither have i carried any weights. spartans, roman soldiers and gladiators back then didnt have em, so why should i ?
next, ive been into making my own sandwiches. behold :
suddenly subway is a distant memory. now honestly though the ingredients are expensive, but they last like 3 days with me. a subway footlong last half an hour with me lol. i use beef pastrami, chicken breast slices, packets of vegetables, cheese, eggs, mustard, chilli sauce and wholemeal bread. the most expensive i would say is the meats. i get em from cold storage. they cost a bomb but oh well.
ok all, cya next time!
its gonna be 2010 soon can you fuckin believe that? im gonna be 25 in march. twenty five. thats like 5 more years to 30. good lord. 30??? i just watched spongebob and futurama cartoons last night, and im still playing video games when the time permits, still pondering over the next US marine bag i wanna buy, and im itching to get my waterproof and shockproof torchlight next month.
a big part of all this influence came a long time ago to me when i was around 14 or 15...
i used to stay over at a friend's place pretty often then. and she had a brother who was a police officer. he was in his late 20s, and dressed exactly like how i do now. he was a big motherfucker. not fit mind you, just so fucking big sized and 1.9 tall, he didnt need to be fit. i remember he used to wear a metal icon around his wrist with the imprint of a bear paw on it. he claimed it would give him bear-like strength whenever needed. how awesome is that?
hes happily married with a kid now. i bumped into his wife and him a couple of weeks back, at of all places, a backpackers store at marina square. he was looking for a new swiss army knife while i was looking for...an eye protection mask. dont ask.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
if you have silbings born around your age, its a natural fact that you guys wouldve conjured up games to play together.
my sisters and i played alot together when we were younger. we wrestled, built pillow fortresses, fucked around with super soakers, and had the weirder games even.
oh btw, this one time, i wrestled with my younger sis and i actually dislocated her shoulder. i panicked so badly, so i forced her to go to bed immediately. yes, while the arm was messed up. after a while of coaxing, thumb soaking, and playing with the corner of her pillow, she fell asleep. and while she slept, i moved her arm around until her arm moved back into place. and it was so fucking hilarious, you could see the discomfort in her eyes while she slept and i played with her arm.
then we had this game/acting stint called Meowcat. yes. Meow + Cat.
it was more like a sort of play. we were all actors. while one of us took turns....being the meowcat. see...a meowcat is a sort of fucked up cat, now that i think of it. the chosen actor to play the meowcat would have to move around on all fours. sometimes crawl, sometimes using the back legs to jump forward. like a frog. told ya it was fucked up. and the meowcat could also talk when needed. but it was mostly "mews" and "meeeewwwsssss!".
so the story was typical. i would be the evil burglar breaking in to steal the meowcat, while one of my other sisters would be the home owner and try to save her precious pet. fighting would ensue, with me killing the meowcat most of the time, and then all of us would end up getting emo, cos the meowcat was sooo cute. fuck me i think i realise when the mental issues started occuring lol.
then we had this other game called Shopping. the idea was that we all owned shops or cafes all over the house. and we'd sell shit to each other. we would actually take shit from all over the house. like for myself, i took all the ornamental and shiny things. one of my sisters would run a lil cafe, while the other one sold flowers. yeah business was bad for her hahahahah! *pauses for a bit cos the song ezra is currently playing is pretty epic techno dancing*
k back to the memories. yeah so we sold shit to each other, also mixing in a bit of romance and treachery. regarding the currency, i actually got drawing block and cut out the dollars. naturally, i kept a huge fucking stash for myself which they never knew about. i even stole from them after we stopped playing for the day(we'd carry on the next day, with each person holding on to their money)
we also used to bathe together( awww come on, we were kids.)
we used to cover the entire bathroom flooring with soap. and 2 of us would give a mighty push to the 3rd party, watching her fly across the flooring. the 3rd party often ended up banging her head against the wall, cry loudly, and my mum would open the door, and give us the beating we deserved lol.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
so ive gotten into the habit of being even more of a health freak, as if i werent sick enough in the
head already. firstly, my workouts have been more extreme, my readers, if ya want awesome abs, get a swiss ball or gym ball. you'll see quick results.
been doing one arm pushs up, mountain climbers and plenty of burpees. heres the vids. the chick in the vids could probably kick my ass and yours.
honestly, if you did these for an hour 3 times a week...it'll make you look good, like me. heh heh. i havent been to the gym in ages, neither have i carried any weights. spartans, roman soldiers and gladiators back then didnt have em, so why should i ?
next, ive been into making my own sandwiches. behold :
suddenly subway is a distant memory. now honestly though the ingredients are expensive, but they last like 3 days with me. a subway footlong last half an hour with me lol. i use beef pastrami, chicken breast slices, packets of vegetables, cheese, eggs, mustard, chilli sauce and wholemeal bread. the most expensive i would say is the meats. i get em from cold storage. they cost a bomb but oh well.
ok all, cya next time!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
maoww
random pics of cats sleeping.
something im constantly listening to the minute i get up from bed. nonono its not some hard banging techno song. its chill, and maybe even a little depressing. have a listen yeah?
yeah i know its like 9AMish in the morning. woke up, having a big bowl of cereal now, gonna play a bit of games before i workout. then sleep a bit more and then go to work.
so ive been on a little shopping spree for myself. getting things for myself has always been difficult.the clothes i wear and love for example, arent exactly "fashionable" by most peoples' standards. when im fully dressed up, i look like im ready to go hiking in the nearest forest. to be honest, it sorta sucks sometimes when im at work people are all googly eyes, then the minute i bump into them on the streets or just when im leaving work, they have this look of confusion like "where did all the awesomeness go?"...well quite frankly, its allll hereee....*grabs crotch area*
i dont ever wear sandals or slippers, cos i hate getting my feet wet or dirty or you know that slimy feeling? yeah...thats gross. so i wear high cut boots. and ive always worn high cut boots for the longest time since i was a kid. i think my mum instilled that boot fetish into me from young lol.
ok so back to the point. i bought a G-Shock Mudman. most people know gshock as a tough as hell watch, and it truely is. theres plenty of youtube vids on the hardcore tests they put the watch through...so go..."watch" them...HAHA GET IT? WATCH? LIKE "SEE"? BUT I SAID WATCH COS IM TALKING ABOUT MY NEW WATCH. so yeah its good enough for the us marines to use, so its good enough for me ;D ohoh! and it has this really freakin cool function, its an auto light thingy, so whenever i tilt my wrist to look at the light, it instantaneously lights up! my face "lights" up too! HAHA DID YA GET THAT ONE? OOHHHH LORDY! i keep tilting it to see the light btw. like every few secs.
then i bought myself a mean fuckin knife. its actually a firefighter rescue tool, meant for breaking glass, cutting leather(seatbelts), and the main blade, looks like something right out of rambo's cupboard.
why the hell do i need it?, you wonder to yourself...well, when the zombies attack, youre gonna wish i was right next to ya.
lastly, a really cool tshirt with collar, its waterproof and bullet resistant, incase im caught in a war. yes...i can sense youre jealously from here.
lastly, a sandwich cafe i stumbled upon. its like i died and went to heaven. my fellow space marines, this place is total quality, but its fucking expensive lol. just look at the pic of the 3 different sandwiches, that came in a pack that cost $10. but also notice how each sandwich has a different sort of bread, to complement the meat. the poached salmon was my fav btw.
ok folks, i think ive been rather generous with the posting lately. gonna disappear for a bit, so dont miss me too much *kiss kiss*
ps: ive been working out...alot...
Monday, November 16, 2009
a little seriousness.
so my mum finally received the big call from the lawyers. the one with the news that we'll be moving out of our home by april next year.
its mixed feelings really, on one hand, its eggciting to start planning for a new place for us to live in, which means a new location, a new bedroom, a new everything.
on the other hand, theres the worrying over how its gonna be. does my family and i rent a place? do we buy? if we decide to buy a place, i have to be the main man. i either have to be married, or put my name down with my sister's. that means we'll be both be owners of the house, with me being the main owner. and i'd have to continue paying for the place for the next 20 to 30 years of my life.
buying a place would make things easier, compared to renting a place, which you'll always have uncertainties. and ive got my dog and army of cats to consider. but that means im tying myself down.
on a more positive side, we'll be getting some of the proceeds from the sale of our current home. but only some. incase youre a new reader and dont wtf is happening, long story short, the government will soon be repossessing my home, due to my grandmother who passed away without leaving the rights of the home to my mum. my grandmother adopted my mum, so legally, we cant keep the place. its shitty i know, but shit does in fact happen, my space marines.
one thing for certain when we move on however, is that my mum will be living with me, a promise i made to her. because folks, and listen carefully now, family comes first, no matter what. even if theyre messed up like my sisters. still love you guys!
update: after receiving advice from numerous experienced homeowners, the conclusion is that i should be buying a home, instead of ever renting. renting apparently, is a slow painful financial death. apparently id only have to pay a very small sum every month, but my cpf will get cleaned out. oh well, its not like im using the cpf for anything now anyway. juiciest part is i can actually sell away the place after 3 years, to interested parties.
wan, my other half at work, only had to say one thing. look after your family, and god will reward you for it. i dont know. kinda not in the best of relations with him.
its mixed feelings really, on one hand, its eggciting to start planning for a new place for us to live in, which means a new location, a new bedroom, a new everything.
on the other hand, theres the worrying over how its gonna be. does my family and i rent a place? do we buy? if we decide to buy a place, i have to be the main man. i either have to be married, or put my name down with my sister's. that means we'll be both be owners of the house, with me being the main owner. and i'd have to continue paying for the place for the next 20 to 30 years of my life.
buying a place would make things easier, compared to renting a place, which you'll always have uncertainties. and ive got my dog and army of cats to consider. but that means im tying myself down.
on a more positive side, we'll be getting some of the proceeds from the sale of our current home. but only some. incase youre a new reader and dont wtf is happening, long story short, the government will soon be repossessing my home, due to my grandmother who passed away without leaving the rights of the home to my mum. my grandmother adopted my mum, so legally, we cant keep the place. its shitty i know, but shit does in fact happen, my space marines.
one thing for certain when we move on however, is that my mum will be living with me, a promise i made to her. because folks, and listen carefully now, family comes first, no matter what. even if theyre messed up like my sisters. still love you guys!
update: after receiving advice from numerous experienced homeowners, the conclusion is that i should be buying a home, instead of ever renting. renting apparently, is a slow painful financial death. apparently id only have to pay a very small sum every month, but my cpf will get cleaned out. oh well, its not like im using the cpf for anything now anyway. juiciest part is i can actually sell away the place after 3 years, to interested parties.
wan, my other half at work, only had to say one thing. look after your family, and god will reward you for it. i dont know. kinda not in the best of relations with him.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
so...november huh
well then..about time for another post eh? haha hello space marines...its fuckin november can you believe it? man..october was one hell of a fucking month for me. so much shit went on...but i made it.
when i say so much has happened, i really mean it. im really sorry for not posting for awhile to you loyalists of mine. this is another epicly long post. its laden with pictures of the things i experienced in october, and much entertaining, thought provoking, stories for yew. enjoy.
so where do i start? my minds all messed up abt it really. then again my mind's always messed up ;D
well most importantly,
my mum's bf came to stay with us briefly, hes 23 years old, while my mum is 43. im not joking, neither am i making a joke out of it either. theyre in love with each other, and its a long distance relationship, something i dont have the courage to do. but more on them later.
then there was bungee jumping. well reverse bungee jumping, the one at clarke quay for you locals reading ma blog. it really isnt overrated. i was screaming and begging for heavenly mercy
as i was tossed around with my sis and ryan(mum's bf). folks, you only live once. in this lifetime anyway. so do as many things as you can while you still can. im trying bit by bit to do so. you'll literally feel different about yourself after being propelled into the night sky.
then theres halloween. now my family can swear to you that its a torturous ordeal to live with me whenever its halloween time at zouk. cos that means im constantly stressing over costumes and materials and money and time and and and and....you get the point.
dont get me wrong...halloween is fun as hell...heh heh get it..hell? HELLoween?? ;D i love dressing up, it gives me a chance to fuck around with cardboards and paints and cutting up shit. oh yeah and i need to say this..the glue gun is so fucking unbelievably useful. seriously marines if youre gonna do artsy shit get a glue gun. shit goes into all the cracks and is strong as me.
ok so back to halloween. see we have this department competition every year for halloween..where the best dressed dept wins. naturally we won last year. and the year before that, yours truly won best individually dressed. its a monetary award. but the driving factor to win i would say is the pride in knowing we won, and not anyone else. but we'll only know the results god knows when.
so i dressed up as pyramid head this year. if you dont know who he is, get the fuck outta here. its sad really, cos only like 20 people out of the thousands who came last night knew what i was supposed to be. and the ones that knew were dudes in stormtrooper outfits, or jedi, or some anime characters. in other words...they were nerds. and sadly, i knew what sort of stormtroopers they were, and what anime show they were from, making me....a nerd as well.
pyramid head took me a week to create. correction, pyramid head took my entire family a week to create. even my mum's bf helped, and the dude was visiting from australia for just a little over a week lol. now some of these pics look like fun. but i assure you space marines, i was fuck stressed out of my mine. i would not have made it if it were'nt for every one of you living with me.
yes those are my sisters being slaves. the sandwhich is what my sister lisa eats. go figure what its made of. the cereal is my new obsession. no more tuna and eggs. i think i was overloading my body with too much protein and i didnt feel too good. instead im eating alot of cereals, particularly All Bran....Eat All Bran, For a more Regular you!
the making of pyramid head process. i guess you could say it required much...headroom? hahahah god im funny. i nearly lost my head in the process. ryan did get ahead of me now and then. OH GOD STOP.
ryan...another awesome guy...the other one being me, duh.
i spent about $250 making my costume. yeah i know wtf right? in the videos on youtube the material they use is cardboard. but i felt it wasnt gonna last me through the night at zouk, so i used a hardened type of foam...it was heavier, yes my neck was fucking stiff the next day, but damn the whole thing lived through it with only a few dents here and there.
my awesome colleagues dressed up as silent hill nurses, my manager (sofian) dressed up as hitler, which was fucking cool. wan, my twin counterpart at zouk, dressed as i dont know what but his body is awesome.
alright alright so he DOES have bigger guns than me i admit...but damn you could wash clothes on my stomach if you know what i mean ;D
sorry but i think, no wait, i KNOW im the coolest one of the lot. so yeah...i fuckin pulled off pyramid head. and i already know what im doing next year...but guess you'll have to stick around to find out ;D
pyramid head's master.
so back to my mum and ryan. theyre a couple, theyve known each other for 2 years now i think? is it odd about the whole age thing? sure its not common, then again, everything in my household is odd. one of my cats acts like a rat. my dog eats catfood while the cats eat dogfood. theres always cursing, laughter, tears, cats coughing up furballs going on throughout my home on a daily basis. and lets face it. asian men are useless. and they have small dicks.
this was a dinner gathering to celebrate her birthday and ryan's as well, which was a couple of days after hers. cool eh? we ate at breeks cafe, the food my fellow readers, was absolutely awesome ...potatoes minced with meat, pasta with fucking fresh seafood...fuck my jaw hurts now lol.
so heres a crazy story before i end this epic post.
im out grocery shopping with my family a couple of nights ago. so im walkin around lookin at stuff....when i get bumped from behind by a cute little girl( OR SO I THOUGHT) of maybe 9 or 10 yrs of age.
shes got those pony tails and the bifocaled glasses...the complete nerd look. now the bump was nothing really. i thought she was cute pushing the trolley around. it so happened that whichever aisle i was in, there she was, right behind me. until at one point, im standing along the frozen foods section, with my whole family gang standing around me, when shes appears right behind me again. she starts saying "excuse excuse"...and i say to my gang, omg this girl is following me around...to which my family laughs.
then the shit hits the fan.
the girl suddenly bursts into tears and runs to her mother( who also looks like the freak of a daughter). now initially i thought nothing of it. maybe the brat was emo for not getting my number. when suddenly the mother starts shouting at me : OI COME BACK HERE HOW DARE YOU DISTURB MY DAUGHTER IM CALLING THE POLICE!
oh hohohoho...i thought to myself, things are gonna get rreeealllll interesting now. i dropped the basket of groceries i was carrying, and stormed up to the crazy bitch, amazed at this woman's mental stability.
the following is the true account of what went down:
ezra, cleo bachelor, : what did you say? lady i didnt touch your kid or say anything to your daughter!
crazy bitch: YOU SHUT UP! IM CALLING THE POLICE! DONT GO ANYWHERE, DONT TRY TO RUN! (emo daughter is clinging onto her for dear life)
then my mum comes up to the lady, ready to strangle her.
mum: whats going on? what happened to your daughter?
crazy bitch: YOU SHUT UP! IM TRYING TO FIND OUT! (daughter starts mumbling to her about how i made fun of her to my sisters) IM CALLING THE POLICE! (takes out phone and starts dialing)
ezra, space marine: Lady are you alright? youre really calling the police? theyre not going to come down for this! theyve got better things to do! mum calm down, the woman is psycho lol.
crazy bitch: (on the phone) yeah...this man here...disturbed my daughter (mumbles)...yeah hes right here, hold on( passes the phone to me)
all this while theres people standing around watching the drama. even the store manager comes to check out the story, whos a friend of my mum.
police dude starts asking me what happened, and i can tell hes trying not to laugh. then he asks me if police presence is required, to which i reply : "DUDE DO YOU REALLY WANNA COME DOWN FOR THIS?" and he replies: uhhh no not really sir...just past the phone back to her ill just talk to her.
mum: son lets go i cant believe people like this still exist.
so i pass the phone back to crazy hoot...and my entourage and i cooly take our groceries and proceed to the checkout counter. i had half the mind to go back to the kid and tell her: Hey..if you get bullied in school next time, DONT FORGET TO FUCKING CALL THE POLICE!
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so there ya have it, my october summarised. work so far is alright, im still pressured, but i gotta be thankful i even have a job. we just won nightclub of the year , so fuck you butter factory. OOOO LETS GO TO BUTTER FAC! OOOOO....fuckin eww.
ive been falling behind on my exercise regime, due to work mostly. gonna get serious once again tmrw onwards. i feel like bleaching hair awesome silver. oh yeah one more thing! lol...my cleo bachelor thingy! so i did the photoshoot...i cant say much now, but my god it was fun, even the interview part was fun...more on that when the time comes. but yeah...im pretty much hairless now...including my legs. used some hair removal cream thingy. GEEJUS ITS FUCKING ITCHY!
ok thats all for now space marines. hope you had fun reading. it was rather tiring typing all this shit out. until next time. Eat your All Bran cereal! For a more Regular You!
when i say so much has happened, i really mean it. im really sorry for not posting for awhile to you loyalists of mine. this is another epicly long post. its laden with pictures of the things i experienced in october, and much entertaining, thought provoking, stories for yew. enjoy.
so where do i start? my minds all messed up abt it really. then again my mind's always messed up ;D
well most importantly,
my mum's bf came to stay with us briefly, hes 23 years old, while my mum is 43. im not joking, neither am i making a joke out of it either. theyre in love with each other, and its a long distance relationship, something i dont have the courage to do. but more on them later.
then there was bungee jumping. well reverse bungee jumping, the one at clarke quay for you locals reading ma blog. it really isnt overrated. i was screaming and begging for heavenly mercy
as i was tossed around with my sis and ryan(mum's bf). folks, you only live once. in this lifetime anyway. so do as many things as you can while you still can. im trying bit by bit to do so. you'll literally feel different about yourself after being propelled into the night sky.
then theres halloween. now my family can swear to you that its a torturous ordeal to live with me whenever its halloween time at zouk. cos that means im constantly stressing over costumes and materials and money and time and and and and....you get the point.
dont get me wrong...halloween is fun as hell...heh heh get it..hell? HELLoween?? ;D i love dressing up, it gives me a chance to fuck around with cardboards and paints and cutting up shit. oh yeah and i need to say this..the glue gun is so fucking unbelievably useful. seriously marines if youre gonna do artsy shit get a glue gun. shit goes into all the cracks and is strong as me.
ok so back to halloween. see we have this department competition every year for halloween..where the best dressed dept wins. naturally we won last year. and the year before that, yours truly won best individually dressed. its a monetary award. but the driving factor to win i would say is the pride in knowing we won, and not anyone else. but we'll only know the results god knows when.
so i dressed up as pyramid head this year. if you dont know who he is, get the fuck outta here. its sad really, cos only like 20 people out of the thousands who came last night knew what i was supposed to be. and the ones that knew were dudes in stormtrooper outfits, or jedi, or some anime characters. in other words...they were nerds. and sadly, i knew what sort of stormtroopers they were, and what anime show they were from, making me....a nerd as well.
pyramid head took me a week to create. correction, pyramid head took my entire family a week to create. even my mum's bf helped, and the dude was visiting from australia for just a little over a week lol. now some of these pics look like fun. but i assure you space marines, i was fuck stressed out of my mine. i would not have made it if it were'nt for every one of you living with me.
yes those are my sisters being slaves. the sandwhich is what my sister lisa eats. go figure what its made of. the cereal is my new obsession. no more tuna and eggs. i think i was overloading my body with too much protein and i didnt feel too good. instead im eating alot of cereals, particularly All Bran....Eat All Bran, For a more Regular you!
the making of pyramid head process. i guess you could say it required much...headroom? hahahah god im funny. i nearly lost my head in the process. ryan did get ahead of me now and then. OH GOD STOP.
ryan...another awesome guy...the other one being me, duh.
i spent about $250 making my costume. yeah i know wtf right? in the videos on youtube the material they use is cardboard. but i felt it wasnt gonna last me through the night at zouk, so i used a hardened type of foam...it was heavier, yes my neck was fucking stiff the next day, but damn the whole thing lived through it with only a few dents here and there.
my awesome colleagues dressed up as silent hill nurses, my manager (sofian) dressed up as hitler, which was fucking cool. wan, my twin counterpart at zouk, dressed as i dont know what but his body is awesome.
alright alright so he DOES have bigger guns than me i admit...but damn you could wash clothes on my stomach if you know what i mean ;D
sorry but i think, no wait, i KNOW im the coolest one of the lot. so yeah...i fuckin pulled off pyramid head. and i already know what im doing next year...but guess you'll have to stick around to find out ;D
pyramid head's master.
so back to my mum and ryan. theyre a couple, theyve known each other for 2 years now i think? is it odd about the whole age thing? sure its not common, then again, everything in my household is odd. one of my cats acts like a rat. my dog eats catfood while the cats eat dogfood. theres always cursing, laughter, tears, cats coughing up furballs going on throughout my home on a daily basis. and lets face it. asian men are useless. and they have small dicks.
this was a dinner gathering to celebrate her birthday and ryan's as well, which was a couple of days after hers. cool eh? we ate at breeks cafe, the food my fellow readers, was absolutely awesome ...potatoes minced with meat, pasta with fucking fresh seafood...fuck my jaw hurts now lol.
so heres a crazy story before i end this epic post.
im out grocery shopping with my family a couple of nights ago. so im walkin around lookin at stuff....when i get bumped from behind by a cute little girl( OR SO I THOUGHT) of maybe 9 or 10 yrs of age.
shes got those pony tails and the bifocaled glasses...the complete nerd look. now the bump was nothing really. i thought she was cute pushing the trolley around. it so happened that whichever aisle i was in, there she was, right behind me. until at one point, im standing along the frozen foods section, with my whole family gang standing around me, when shes appears right behind me again. she starts saying "excuse excuse"...and i say to my gang, omg this girl is following me around...to which my family laughs.
then the shit hits the fan.
the girl suddenly bursts into tears and runs to her mother( who also looks like the freak of a daughter). now initially i thought nothing of it. maybe the brat was emo for not getting my number. when suddenly the mother starts shouting at me : OI COME BACK HERE HOW DARE YOU DISTURB MY DAUGHTER IM CALLING THE POLICE!
oh hohohoho...i thought to myself, things are gonna get rreeealllll interesting now. i dropped the basket of groceries i was carrying, and stormed up to the crazy bitch, amazed at this woman's mental stability.
the following is the true account of what went down:
ezra, cleo bachelor, : what did you say? lady i didnt touch your kid or say anything to your daughter!
crazy bitch: YOU SHUT UP! IM CALLING THE POLICE! DONT GO ANYWHERE, DONT TRY TO RUN! (emo daughter is clinging onto her for dear life)
then my mum comes up to the lady, ready to strangle her.
mum: whats going on? what happened to your daughter?
crazy bitch: YOU SHUT UP! IM TRYING TO FIND OUT! (daughter starts mumbling to her about how i made fun of her to my sisters) IM CALLING THE POLICE! (takes out phone and starts dialing)
ezra, space marine: Lady are you alright? youre really calling the police? theyre not going to come down for this! theyve got better things to do! mum calm down, the woman is psycho lol.
crazy bitch: (on the phone) yeah...this man here...disturbed my daughter (mumbles)...yeah hes right here, hold on( passes the phone to me)
all this while theres people standing around watching the drama. even the store manager comes to check out the story, whos a friend of my mum.
police dude starts asking me what happened, and i can tell hes trying not to laugh. then he asks me if police presence is required, to which i reply : "DUDE DO YOU REALLY WANNA COME DOWN FOR THIS?" and he replies: uhhh no not really sir...just past the phone back to her ill just talk to her.
mum: son lets go i cant believe people like this still exist.
so i pass the phone back to crazy hoot...and my entourage and i cooly take our groceries and proceed to the checkout counter. i had half the mind to go back to the kid and tell her: Hey..if you get bullied in school next time, DONT FORGET TO FUCKING CALL THE POLICE!
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so there ya have it, my october summarised. work so far is alright, im still pressured, but i gotta be thankful i even have a job. we just won nightclub of the year , so fuck you butter factory. OOOO LETS GO TO BUTTER FAC! OOOOO....fuckin eww.
ive been falling behind on my exercise regime, due to work mostly. gonna get serious once again tmrw onwards. i feel like bleaching hair awesome silver. oh yeah one more thing! lol...my cleo bachelor thingy! so i did the photoshoot...i cant say much now, but my god it was fun, even the interview part was fun...more on that when the time comes. but yeah...im pretty much hairless now...including my legs. used some hair removal cream thingy. GEEJUS ITS FUCKING ITCHY!
ok thats all for now space marines. hope you had fun reading. it was rather tiring typing all this shit out. until next time. Eat your All Bran cereal! For a more Regular You!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
who lives in a pineapple under the sea?!
hello space marines, did ya'll miss me?! wait what a rhetorical question..of course everyone did haha! for the unupdated, ive been gone for 8 days, recalled by the government due to my eliteness lol. a sort of unofficial leave if you will. im back in one piece though im sick as hell currently. yes yes im taking my medicine. so amazingly horny( i was literally getting erections every 15mins for 8 fucking days straight), and my body clock is royally messed up.
i missed my fix of tuna and eggs so badly that i actually dreamt of it one night while in camp. this is a very long post i must warn ye, but its full of action, suspense and most importantly, stuff about me :D
so get comfy, pour yourself a cup of tea, kiss that photo you have of me in your comp cos lets not lie, i know youve got a few hahahah! enjoy!
5/10/09
so...camp huh..haha well hello hello marines! im in camp now, first day. well actually "Camp" is the term thats used locally, but in all actuality im residing in a big fucking fire/police station.
its pretty awesome really, cos as im laying in bed typing out these words, the fire call rings throughout the station, and you can watch the station personnel scrambling to put on their fire fighter suit and run into the fire engines.
so im fortunate enough to have some freshies with me in this intake, and ive sort of taken to being their guardian, considering the rest of the men are above 30 years old(theres about 40 of us in total), and the rest are sorta rowdy. theres 4 medics in total in my unit, with your space marine being the most senior one ;D the rest of the guys are fire fighters and rescuers. incase youre wondering wtf it is im doing, my unit of 40 dudes are on 24hr standby for any mass disasters.
for 8 days, all of us had to live in one big dormitory. so i managed to secure a bed and locker in a pristine location right below a big ass fan.
why do i look like im wearing eye liner -.-
all the beds are double decker, but naturally i took the top, cos i like being on top, get it? haha get it?! being on top? ;D
okay thats enough ranting for today, im falling asleep in this lecture room right now. its nearly 12pm. first day in camp away from the world. more to come!
6/10/09
2nd day. man today's food was utterly bad. i didnt have dinner the night before, cos i didnt wanna eat and then sleep. was really tired you see. so i woke up really really hungry. the breakfast served was oil with noodles. really. not noodles with oil, but oil with noodles. i took one bite, and decided i didnt wanna die so young and handsome, dumped it all and bought sandwhiches at the camp cafeteria.
i didnt sleep well either. i guess its cos of the new environment. i woke up at 4am, tried to force myself back to bed but couldnt fall asleep. instead my mind decided to conjure up scary shit and i started freaking out lol. doesnt help when my bed faces a big fucking tree out in the middle of a field thats pitch black at night.
the company is great though, the guys can be rather crude and rowdy at times but theyre cool with me. im also the only one who speaks english fluently. and im also the only one who reads a space marine novel while the rest are either:
gambling, watching porn, or having a movie screening session lol.
7/10/09
so...3rd day huh..goddammit frank im feeling so sian-ish today. times been passing by oh so slowly. ive even grown a full beard, like tom hanks in castaway lol. WELL FUCK YOU BUDDY ONLY REAL MEN CAN GROW BEARDS.
the only highlight of today was our refresher course in chemical warfare. we had to wear these biochemical protection suits, and theres a procedure and timing to follow when donning the stuff. afterwhich we're put in a gas chamber and......gassed * no shit *
the aftermath is always the same. half the unit didnt wear their gear properly, resulting in them running out of the two way swing doors screaming and crying begging to be shot from the skin irritation and crappy taste burning into their throat. and ill just be standing there being cool, confident due to my past experience as a US marine and future life as a space marine. heres some pics of all my glory:
k hours later, im sitting in a classroom fucking freezing my ass off. its a medical lecture right now, and its weird to see a bunch of dudes doing what i used to do, lecture and demonstrate first aid stuff. FUCK ME ITS COLD LIKE HITLER TYPE OF COLD. IM LIKE SHAKING VIOLENTLY. immm ssssorry imm ssoorrryy i never meant to break your heart im a heartbreaker im a heartbreaker.
so theres something really funny i need to share. when i first entered the unit, i noticed that some of the dudes had names that didnt quite fit. i saw malay dudes with names like Ramasamy, Malakeet Singh, Harry Lee....but i thought maybe, just maybe it was really their names. then things got weirder. one dude had Monster.
and another had Msingat...how the fuck do you pronouce that. after awhile i gave in and brought up the topic...they heartily laughed at me, and one dude pulls out a bunch of fictional nametags for use. btw the dude using Msingat said that its not a name but random words, so that no one could pronouce it and call him for anything. they decided i was fit to wear a malay nametag...such irony.
and yes i know, i look fucking great in that photo lol.
9/10/09
so its 6am now, we're in our troop carrier waiting to be taken to remote training forest.
*dying groan* our driver is playing one by u2...and it sure fits the mood of everyone in the vehicle. uughhh sunlight streaming on my face...let me make it clear : i am not a morning person. think about it, no matter how much you sleep at night, you always just wanna sleep somemore or wake up feeling and looking like crap in the morning. i guess even when the time comes for me to leave zouk, i'd still hunt for something with odd hours. its just not worth it, fighting and putting up with the morning public transport crowd. its utterly depressing.
so at this training village, far away from civilization, is an old couple whos been here for...at least 10 years. they operate a food stall that doesnt have a menu. you just tell them what you want, and hopefully it comes out how you planned it. provided they have it. clearly the wife doesnt speak a word of english and is a little forgetful, but the husband is a lively dude in his late 50s who always seems to be running about even when theres no people ordering.
man i just had a nightmare, fell asleep right after eating, so i was asking for it anyway. but thats not the worst part...in the dream i was trying to save someone from drowning, but i could hear my guys in the real world laughing and talking around me as i slept. then in that dream, as i was struggling to resuscitate the person, i screamed EVERYONE SHUT UP AND HELP ME!!. everyone in the real world turned to look at me with stunned expressions thinking wtf is wrong with me. i woke up, feeling so, fucking, embarassed. ugh. i just said "sorry...haha..." and ran out the room.
i tend to do this often, like scream or cry in my sleep. sometimes id even get a little violent and lash out by kicking and punching. seriously no joke, and whoevers next to me(if there is anyone *wink wink*) would have to shield themselves with a pillow lol.
10/10/09
saturday. a normal saturday morning and afternoon would be spent in bed happily sleeping time away. i wouldve drank a bit at work on friday night, and got home by 530am...eaten something and gone to bed without showering. and woken up around 3pm to workout before goin to work.
but alas me mateys, here i am, in a dormitory on a bed, in a fire station, typing out these very words into my phone. its...12pm currently...and ive just had lunch. food wasnt too bad today, was fish fillet and eggs and some vegetables that had been cooked till they became white :)
im not too sure about today's itinerary. being the weekend theres usually little training and time is spent chillaxing.
so for every 30 men theres a captain incharge. he too is doin his reservist duty, for the same duration and same rules. the horrible part is that he has to ensure that everyone else plays by the rules.
so imagine, you've got a whole bunch of men to be incharge of their welfare and discipline. a mixture of ahbengs( chinese wannabe gangsters), mats ( malay wannabe i dunno what), the young, and the weak. and theyre all living in the same big room. now i have to confess, theres this asshole in the group who i so badly wanna mutilate. he just doesnt give a flying fuck about anyone and think hes mister badass. i almost got into confrontations with him a few times already, but my pals say its not worth it, otherwise we get thrown into army prison. which would suck lol.
i noticed that these sorts of humans share the same characteristics such as physical features that remind me of a doctor beating them with a shovel upon being born into the world, and poor general hygiene. simply observing them makes my blood boil. wish i was a space marine right now...ID SHOW THEM THE EMPEROR'S WRATH!
okay folks...the day's almost over...sunday tmrw, one day of chillaxation, and im back out into the real world on monday..i hope youve had alot of fun reading everything so far...but then again if youve managed this far then it must mean you did infact love my work, either that or youre some psycho...and if thats the case i hope you look like angelina jolie :D
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i missed my fix of tuna and eggs so badly that i actually dreamt of it one night while in camp. this is a very long post i must warn ye, but its full of action, suspense and most importantly, stuff about me :D
so get comfy, pour yourself a cup of tea, kiss that photo you have of me in your comp cos lets not lie, i know youve got a few hahahah! enjoy!
5/10/09
so...camp huh..haha well hello hello marines! im in camp now, first day. well actually "Camp" is the term thats used locally, but in all actuality im residing in a big fucking fire/police station.
its pretty awesome really, cos as im laying in bed typing out these words, the fire call rings throughout the station, and you can watch the station personnel scrambling to put on their fire fighter suit and run into the fire engines.
so im fortunate enough to have some freshies with me in this intake, and ive sort of taken to being their guardian, considering the rest of the men are above 30 years old(theres about 40 of us in total), and the rest are sorta rowdy. theres 4 medics in total in my unit, with your space marine being the most senior one ;D the rest of the guys are fire fighters and rescuers. incase youre wondering wtf it is im doing, my unit of 40 dudes are on 24hr standby for any mass disasters.
for 8 days, all of us had to live in one big dormitory. so i managed to secure a bed and locker in a pristine location right below a big ass fan.
why do i look like im wearing eye liner -.-
all the beds are double decker, but naturally i took the top, cos i like being on top, get it? haha get it?! being on top? ;D
okay thats enough ranting for today, im falling asleep in this lecture room right now. its nearly 12pm. first day in camp away from the world. more to come!
6/10/09
2nd day. man today's food was utterly bad. i didnt have dinner the night before, cos i didnt wanna eat and then sleep. was really tired you see. so i woke up really really hungry. the breakfast served was oil with noodles. really. not noodles with oil, but oil with noodles. i took one bite, and decided i didnt wanna die so young and handsome, dumped it all and bought sandwhiches at the camp cafeteria.
i didnt sleep well either. i guess its cos of the new environment. i woke up at 4am, tried to force myself back to bed but couldnt fall asleep. instead my mind decided to conjure up scary shit and i started freaking out lol. doesnt help when my bed faces a big fucking tree out in the middle of a field thats pitch black at night.
the company is great though, the guys can be rather crude and rowdy at times but theyre cool with me. im also the only one who speaks english fluently. and im also the only one who reads a space marine novel while the rest are either:
gambling, watching porn, or having a movie screening session lol.
7/10/09
so...3rd day huh..goddammit frank im feeling so sian-ish today. times been passing by oh so slowly. ive even grown a full beard, like tom hanks in castaway lol. WELL FUCK YOU BUDDY ONLY REAL MEN CAN GROW BEARDS.
the only highlight of today was our refresher course in chemical warfare. we had to wear these biochemical protection suits, and theres a procedure and timing to follow when donning the stuff. afterwhich we're put in a gas chamber and......gassed * no shit *
the aftermath is always the same. half the unit didnt wear their gear properly, resulting in them running out of the two way swing doors screaming and crying begging to be shot from the skin irritation and crappy taste burning into their throat. and ill just be standing there being cool, confident due to my past experience as a US marine and future life as a space marine. heres some pics of all my glory:
k hours later, im sitting in a classroom fucking freezing my ass off. its a medical lecture right now, and its weird to see a bunch of dudes doing what i used to do, lecture and demonstrate first aid stuff. FUCK ME ITS COLD LIKE HITLER TYPE OF COLD. IM LIKE SHAKING VIOLENTLY. immm ssssorry imm ssoorrryy i never meant to break your heart im a heartbreaker im a heartbreaker.
so theres something really funny i need to share. when i first entered the unit, i noticed that some of the dudes had names that didnt quite fit. i saw malay dudes with names like Ramasamy, Malakeet Singh, Harry Lee....but i thought maybe, just maybe it was really their names. then things got weirder. one dude had Monster.
and another had Msingat...how the fuck do you pronouce that. after awhile i gave in and brought up the topic...they heartily laughed at me, and one dude pulls out a bunch of fictional nametags for use. btw the dude using Msingat said that its not a name but random words, so that no one could pronouce it and call him for anything. they decided i was fit to wear a malay nametag...such irony.
and yes i know, i look fucking great in that photo lol.
9/10/09
so its 6am now, we're in our troop carrier waiting to be taken to remote training forest.
*dying groan* our driver is playing one by u2...and it sure fits the mood of everyone in the vehicle. uughhh sunlight streaming on my face...let me make it clear : i am not a morning person. think about it, no matter how much you sleep at night, you always just wanna sleep somemore or wake up feeling and looking like crap in the morning. i guess even when the time comes for me to leave zouk, i'd still hunt for something with odd hours. its just not worth it, fighting and putting up with the morning public transport crowd. its utterly depressing.
so at this training village, far away from civilization, is an old couple whos been here for...at least 10 years. they operate a food stall that doesnt have a menu. you just tell them what you want, and hopefully it comes out how you planned it. provided they have it. clearly the wife doesnt speak a word of english and is a little forgetful, but the husband is a lively dude in his late 50s who always seems to be running about even when theres no people ordering.
man i just had a nightmare, fell asleep right after eating, so i was asking for it anyway. but thats not the worst part...in the dream i was trying to save someone from drowning, but i could hear my guys in the real world laughing and talking around me as i slept. then in that dream, as i was struggling to resuscitate the person, i screamed EVERYONE SHUT UP AND HELP ME!!. everyone in the real world turned to look at me with stunned expressions thinking wtf is wrong with me. i woke up, feeling so, fucking, embarassed. ugh. i just said "sorry...haha..." and ran out the room.
i tend to do this often, like scream or cry in my sleep. sometimes id even get a little violent and lash out by kicking and punching. seriously no joke, and whoevers next to me(if there is anyone *wink wink*) would have to shield themselves with a pillow lol.
10/10/09
saturday. a normal saturday morning and afternoon would be spent in bed happily sleeping time away. i wouldve drank a bit at work on friday night, and got home by 530am...eaten something and gone to bed without showering. and woken up around 3pm to workout before goin to work.
but alas me mateys, here i am, in a dormitory on a bed, in a fire station, typing out these very words into my phone. its...12pm currently...and ive just had lunch. food wasnt too bad today, was fish fillet and eggs and some vegetables that had been cooked till they became white :)
im not too sure about today's itinerary. being the weekend theres usually little training and time is spent chillaxing.
so for every 30 men theres a captain incharge. he too is doin his reservist duty, for the same duration and same rules. the horrible part is that he has to ensure that everyone else plays by the rules.
so imagine, you've got a whole bunch of men to be incharge of their welfare and discipline. a mixture of ahbengs( chinese wannabe gangsters), mats ( malay wannabe i dunno what), the young, and the weak. and theyre all living in the same big room. now i have to confess, theres this asshole in the group who i so badly wanna mutilate. he just doesnt give a flying fuck about anyone and think hes mister badass. i almost got into confrontations with him a few times already, but my pals say its not worth it, otherwise we get thrown into army prison. which would suck lol.
i noticed that these sorts of humans share the same characteristics such as physical features that remind me of a doctor beating them with a shovel upon being born into the world, and poor general hygiene. simply observing them makes my blood boil. wish i was a space marine right now...ID SHOW THEM THE EMPEROR'S WRATH!
okay folks...the day's almost over...sunday tmrw, one day of chillaxation, and im back out into the real world on monday..i hope youve had alot of fun reading everything so far...but then again if youve managed this far then it must mean you did infact love my work, either that or youre some psycho...and if thats the case i hope you look like angelina jolie :D
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Saturday, October 3, 2009
gnatzies.
Well....hello there *ezra slut wink/smile*
yes...tis i. mr cleo bachelor. lol. ok ok all that shit aint confirmed yet, but fuck...come on look at me and my awesomeness lolllll...im just waiting for ze call, but i'd be cool if i didnt get in...no really...i'd be cool *psychotic look + smile*
so...saturday morning huh...its gonna be 7am in awhile...just had my bread and eggs and tuna. i swear if you cut me open thats all thats gonna come out of me...its like im actually made up of the stuff now. its funny though, a great pal of mine ( yes ryan its you im talking about) decided to try my recipe...and the first thing he thought to himself after eating it was *HOW DOES HE EAT THIS CRAP??* but its awesome stuff just like me...so try it if ya'll are interested in a high protein, healthy meal that wont get you fat no matter how much of it you eat. and its filling as hell.
4 eggs ( get the good eggs not the crappy really large trays)
1 can of tuna ( the one i get is blended with olive oil )
mix all that up and dump it into a frying pan that should be lined with garlic olive oil...cook for 5 mins and voila'! youre done. heaven on a plate, all because of me :D
k moving along. so work ...has been ...tough. like really tough. to the point where i find it hard to breathe sometimes. you'd think working in a club and wearing a fancy suit was easy peasy. fuck no. theres much pressure to perform and maintain a level of consistency. note im not bitching, its totally logical what they ask for...but man ...its..tiring me out.
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Movie Review timez
Inglorious Basterds.
This movie blew me away. basically you can go in expecting it to be a ww2 style pulp fiction. and thats exactly what it was to me. was funny as hell, gory, with full of random shit. and i need to say this...i fucking love ww2 history..although you wont find any facts in this movie *they kill hitler by shooting him into pieces* hahahah spoiler there BITCHES!
but yeah...i think nazi style uniforms are sexy, smart, and just totally give off this imposing scary feeling...like a "dont fuck with me" suit. yeah...hey i like that..."dont fuck with me suit"..man i think of the coolest things! sigh i wish i could dress up nazi style for halloween.
so...f1 weekend huh...man it was krazy with a capital k last weekend. it felt like the whole of europe came to zouk.
im not really into this whole car racing thingy though. i mean sure sure those racing cars and the sounds they make are pure sex, but if i had the resources to own such a car id rather get an audi or bmw suv or even a hummer. you know...just to remind me of my old iraqi days..
so im gonna be gone for 8 days next week, for the purpose of reservist.
for my fellow americans, reservist is when you get recalled by your old army unit to go back for remedial training and updates. so yours truly is gonna be attached to his ol fire station.
all im gonna be doing is eating/sleeping/working out and doing random duties and shit. it aint so bad really. its like being on leave away from work. and its gonna give me some much needed alone time. and most importantly im gonna read shitloads of space marine books lol.
the sucky part is that i cant leave the station for 8 days, aaannnddd the food is crap. so im probably gonna sneak out for the subway nearby or get me some meatballs at ikea. ..yep...ive got it all planned out heh heh.
i purged my room a couple of days back. wasnt in a fantastic mood suddenly,and decided i needed to clear my clutter. i threw soo much shit out. in a way its a good thing too, cos when we have to abandon ship and move out, all i need to take is about 5 boxes and my comp and im outta here. for my concerned readers, we still dont know when we have to leave...so yeah. throughout the cleaning process, i came across photos of my past. yes these are all real, and highly rare indeed ladies and gents...
this is an old pic of my bestest friend ever...James Martin. we were 14 in this photo. Note how handsome i am already. Btw im feeding him my birthday cake in that photo. its a tradition in my family that a cake is compulsory, and your first slice must be shared with everyone present...from the oldest to youngest. and you also get to ram the cake into someones face for the hell of it heh heh. the setting was my old home...man it was so fucking big...i miss it so much.
my sisters and i. we were such good looking kids. i have my mum to thank for that.
i was 4 or 5 in this pic..and thats my beautiful mum.
and heres some random pics from my smashing new phone.
so im probably not gonna post something for the next 2 weeks. try not to miss me too much. or if you do, you could keep coming back here and stare at my photos :D
okay all...im falling asleep as i type these very words..im rather drained from last night..i hope to sleep well and deep, and wake up, eat something, workout and go to work after. fuck me i love my bed. its seriously the bomb like boomz.
yes...tis i. mr cleo bachelor. lol. ok ok all that shit aint confirmed yet, but fuck...come on look at me and my awesomeness lolllll...im just waiting for ze call, but i'd be cool if i didnt get in...no really...i'd be cool *psychotic look + smile*
so...saturday morning huh...its gonna be 7am in awhile...just had my bread and eggs and tuna. i swear if you cut me open thats all thats gonna come out of me...its like im actually made up of the stuff now. its funny though, a great pal of mine ( yes ryan its you im talking about) decided to try my recipe...and the first thing he thought to himself after eating it was *HOW DOES HE EAT THIS CRAP??* but its awesome stuff just like me...so try it if ya'll are interested in a high protein, healthy meal that wont get you fat no matter how much of it you eat. and its filling as hell.
4 eggs ( get the good eggs not the crappy really large trays)
1 can of tuna ( the one i get is blended with olive oil )
mix all that up and dump it into a frying pan that should be lined with garlic olive oil...cook for 5 mins and voila'! youre done. heaven on a plate, all because of me :D
k moving along. so work ...has been ...tough. like really tough. to the point where i find it hard to breathe sometimes. you'd think working in a club and wearing a fancy suit was easy peasy. fuck no. theres much pressure to perform and maintain a level of consistency. note im not bitching, its totally logical what they ask for...but man ...its..tiring me out.
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Movie Review timez
Inglorious Basterds.
This movie blew me away. basically you can go in expecting it to be a ww2 style pulp fiction. and thats exactly what it was to me. was funny as hell, gory, with full of random shit. and i need to say this...i fucking love ww2 history..although you wont find any facts in this movie *they kill hitler by shooting him into pieces* hahahah spoiler there BITCHES!
but yeah...i think nazi style uniforms are sexy, smart, and just totally give off this imposing scary feeling...like a "dont fuck with me" suit. yeah...hey i like that..."dont fuck with me suit"..man i think of the coolest things! sigh i wish i could dress up nazi style for halloween.
so...f1 weekend huh...man it was krazy with a capital k last weekend. it felt like the whole of europe came to zouk.
im not really into this whole car racing thingy though. i mean sure sure those racing cars and the sounds they make are pure sex, but if i had the resources to own such a car id rather get an audi or bmw suv or even a hummer. you know...just to remind me of my old iraqi days..
so im gonna be gone for 8 days next week, for the purpose of reservist.
for my fellow americans, reservist is when you get recalled by your old army unit to go back for remedial training and updates. so yours truly is gonna be attached to his ol fire station.
all im gonna be doing is eating/sleeping/working out and doing random duties and shit. it aint so bad really. its like being on leave away from work. and its gonna give me some much needed alone time. and most importantly im gonna read shitloads of space marine books lol.
the sucky part is that i cant leave the station for 8 days, aaannnddd the food is crap. so im probably gonna sneak out for the subway nearby or get me some meatballs at ikea. ..yep...ive got it all planned out heh heh.
i purged my room a couple of days back. wasnt in a fantastic mood suddenly,and decided i needed to clear my clutter. i threw soo much shit out. in a way its a good thing too, cos when we have to abandon ship and move out, all i need to take is about 5 boxes and my comp and im outta here. for my concerned readers, we still dont know when we have to leave...so yeah. throughout the cleaning process, i came across photos of my past. yes these are all real, and highly rare indeed ladies and gents...
this is an old pic of my bestest friend ever...James Martin. we were 14 in this photo. Note how handsome i am already. Btw im feeding him my birthday cake in that photo. its a tradition in my family that a cake is compulsory, and your first slice must be shared with everyone present...from the oldest to youngest. and you also get to ram the cake into someones face for the hell of it heh heh. the setting was my old home...man it was so fucking big...i miss it so much.
my sisters and i. we were such good looking kids. i have my mum to thank for that.
i was 4 or 5 in this pic..and thats my beautiful mum.
and heres some random pics from my smashing new phone.
so im probably not gonna post something for the next 2 weeks. try not to miss me too much. or if you do, you could keep coming back here and stare at my photos :D
okay all...im falling asleep as i type these very words..im rather drained from last night..i hope to sleep well and deep, and wake up, eat something, workout and go to work after. fuck me i love my bed. its seriously the bomb like boomz.
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