Verbal Diarrhea

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

Work has began in earnest and I'm undecided as to whether I prefer school or work. My colleagues are nice enough, as are my seniors and even the clients I am meeting so far. wonder when this luck will run out. but work's really tiring. and i can't help but feel that something's missing.

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

life has its weird moments. sometimes i feel happy as a lark. sometimes i feel the lowest of lows. and it's not like i'm on drugs and suffer the crash and shit. simple things like finding the black marker which i've been looking for months makes me feel like everything's right again. then i had to have a horrible ache on the leg, which turned out was caused by an injury in my spine.

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

the doctor told me from now on i have to be especially careful with my activities. no more strenuous activities, no more heavy loads. i'm no sportsman, but i take great pleasure from the weekly kickabout anyhow. you don't know what ya missing till someone tells you you can't do it anymore. the irony? "you can only swim." tch. yeah, just about my favourite activity.

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

the fat bro's in china for internship. will only be back come january. sis and mum just came back and told me how horrible his living conditions are. just hearing about it brought tears to my eyes. yeah, we argue all the time, fight over the stupidest things. but he's my bro. and when i hear that he's suffering alone in a foreign land, where just about everything's poisonous and the people are rude and unfriendly, i can't help but feel worried for him. bleeding hell, he doesn't even have a decent bed. i spoke to him over msn, and i can tell he's really depressed, but didn't dare to show it to me. maybe the fat one's more mature and stronger than i am.

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

and then of course there's that weird matter which i don't even wanna discuss here. it makes me feel empty. and my dreams (or nightmares) have suffered consequently for it. i can't sleep well. don't sleep till 3 am everyday. all these shit culminates to another big shit: i'm now down with fever and flu. life just keeps getting better and better.

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

my only reprieve's the occasional alcohol and the friends. i'm tremendously thankful for them, both of them. sometimes i look at the wonderful friends i've made and think, ' hey, i couldn't have lived such a horrible life right? not with the great people in my life.' but being emoboy84, those thoughts don't last long. i'm still thankful for them though. the gang, the cat high boys, the happs bans, the pengangsters, the poker clique, the pretty/hot girls, the midnight brunchers, the bros, the many best friends and even the colleagues. they've been nothing short of wonderful. but i still feel a little empty and lonely all the same.

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh

maybe i'm the real lonely boy who needs his S.

I've been bored, and a little saddened by the prospects of work, so I've been watching videos online (when I don't stay out late into the wee hours of the morning) in the hopes of lifting me up.

Take Me Out for a Milkshake - Franz Ferdinand vs Kelis

How good was that?! Wait, it gets better!

Young Folks in Rehab - Peter, Bjorn & John vs Amy Winehouse

"Would you go home with someone like me?"
"No, no, no!"
Priceless.

Sexy Twilight Back - Justin TImberlake vs 2 Unlimited

Retro dance hit mashed with current pop. Awesome.


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The past Wednesday was our last clubbing session before work starts in earnest for the rest of us. As we all know, the amount of alcohol is directly proportionate to the level of happiness, thus the drinking session culminated to something like this:


Courtesy of Pees: Hottest OL in Raffles City.

We were VERY happy.

As what was perhaps the most anticipated movie of the year thus far (no, Sex and the City, Indiana Jones and Ironman do not suffice), The Dark Knight did not disappoint. And I suspect it'll be hard to find anyone who disagrees.

Heath Ledger
First things first. The mysterious circumstances surrounding Heath Ledger's death probably made this show bigger than it already was. To be honest, I was a little skeptical as to Ledger's contribution before I watched it on the silver screen. I mean, there was this huge hoo-ha due to his death, and the public has always been more partial towards the dead. I was expecting an 'alright' performance, which was hailed as 'good', to 'compensate' for his death. I couldn't BE more wrong.



Heath Andrew Ledger was fucking phenomenal. His rendition as the Joker was so psychotic, it made Jack Nicholson's version in 1989's Batman seem like a joke (pardon the pun). The initial scene where the Joker made his entrance was highly stylish, with a touch of film noir; and what he did with the pencil..., and the knife..., and the way he talked about his 'past'..., and the bronze wig...., the make up, the nurse uniform, the mannerisms, the lips-licking... Everything he did as the Joker was psycho at its best. It was reported that Ledger employed method acting for this role, staying alone in a hotel room with two Batman comics to get into character. In fact, some even suggested it was the role that killed him, as he was unable to 'switch' back to being normal. We'll probably never know, but I can't seem to put into words how fantastic he was in this film, so I'm not going to bother. The Joker alone is worth the SGD11 I paid for the show.

Christian Bale
Probably the most serious actor to ever don the famous cowl, Christian Bale was also at his brooding best.



I thought that most critics were too engrossed with Ledger's acting and neglected Bale's role. I mean, he's Batman! The titular character! If he wasn't in the show, we won't even have the Joker to fawn over. That's not to say Bale was just there to glue the story together. He was bloody brilliant. Moody Batman one minute, frivolous playboy the next, Bale had many roles to play. And he did it to perfection. His exchanges with Michael Caine (Alfred) and Morgan Freeman (Lucius Fox) was cool and humorous, without bordering on being corny. Even his husky Batman voice turned out pretty awesome.

I wish I could analyse every single character in the show, but I'm too lazy and tired so here's the lowdown: Aaron Eckhart (Harvey Dent) was alright, though sinfully underdeveloped. But I guess the movie had to end sometime (It's a 2.5 hour joyride). Gary Oldman (James Gordon) did nothing to dent his reputation as one the best dramatic actors of all time. Michael Caine was the quirky and hilarious British butler who added to the comic relief and Morgan Freeman reprised his role, as he once again depicted a wise and fatherly character, like he always does. Even Singaporean Chin Han gave a worthy performance. His Mandarin needs improvement though. Ha!

My only gripe has to be Maggie Gyllenhaal as Rachel Dawes. I thought they couldn't do worse since Katie Holmes but they did. A great actress she is not, and she doesn't even at least look hot. Seriously, would a multi-billionaire playboy as eligible as Bruce Wayne fall for someone who looks like her? Last I heard, they tend to date supermodels, ala Petra Nemcova (she's dating some Dubai prince now).

All in all, kudos to the crew, especially to co-writer and director Christopher Nolan, for his dark and realistic vision of the latest incarnation of what goes on within Gotham City. The Dark Knight, however, will forever be remembered for the man who uttered the spine-chilling words, "Why so serious?"


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On a much lighter note, I've decided that this is the "Alessandra Ambrosio Appreciation Fortnight" (liable for extension), so I've gotta post yet another picture of Her Royal Hawtness. Only this time, I've thrown in another two VS Angels. Miranda Kerr (Orlando Bloom's current squeeze, that lucky bastard!) and Marisa Miller.

This is what greets you IF you go to heaven.

My current wallpaper! YUMS...

We celebrated HL and Sagat's birthday (same day!) at the renowned Chinese restaurant Xi Yan. They are in great company, as the likes of a certain Mr Goh (most important Goh in Singapore!) and some Chiefs of What-Have-You's too celebrated their birthdays there. Jaul kindly treated us with his windfall from poker and Uncle Choong charged us a discounted price. It was only the second time we dined at the Singaporean branch, which was really little considering we made a pact to dine there at LEAST once a year.


38A, Craig Road

Nestled in a rather hard-to-find part of Tanjong Pagar sits Singapore's first private dining restaurant, Xi Yan. Originally founded in Hong Kong by celebrity chef Jacky Yu (whom we've had the pleasure to meet and dine with), Xi Yan has since gained a huge following in both Hong Kong and Singapore. The waiting list stretches up to 3 months and the guest book in the Hong Kong restaurant hold signatures of the who's who of Hong Kong's elite. I vividly remember Jacky Chan's took up a full page. But I guess he's important enough. Private dining means you don't get to order. Instead, the chef (or in our case, Uncle Choong) will decide what you'll eat. No worries though, as the menu can be tweaked to individual preferences and the chefs really know what they are doing. Even the sequence and tastes of individual dishes have been studied to maximise clients' utility.

There was no cam-whoring since we went as a bunch of six guys. Which in turn means no pictures. But the food... ooh... the food... was fantastic. Especially the Sze Chuan Ribeye and Zhen Jiang Pork Ribs. And the Chrysanthemum sorbet with Bird's Nest! Never realised they made such a heavenly combination. Damn, thinking about that makes me salivate.

The night ended with drinks in town. It's been a long time since we last met up as a gang and it was great fun. Meh, it'll probably be tougher now that some of us move on to the next phase of life. Sometimes, I can't help missing Army life.


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And just because I haven't got over the hawtness that is Alessandra Ambrosio...


I've never wanted to be a gold slab more in my life...

Candy claims she has a 'kiam pak' face which I cannot disagree more. Well, I know of at least one girl who enjoys her pictures as much I do! ;)

Just when i thought Alessandra Ambrosio couldn't get any cuter, I chanced upon these:





I suppose there REALLY is such thing as the perfect woman.

We wanted to watch Hancock AND 21.

So we did. Just the two of us.

Both on the same night / morning. The last time I watched two movies in a day was my birthday some 8 years ago! Jeez I'm old. It was xXx and About a Boy!

Hancock


John "Good Job" Hancock

Hancock received mainly neutral to negative reviews, but being a Will Smith fan, I had to watch it. Doesn't hurt that the delectable Charlize Theron co-starred. I thought it wasn't too bad. Sure, the story's a little corny, what with immortal angels sent to earth to stop crime, but the action and comedy made up for it. It's a classic Smith movie, with smart and funny one-liners peppered liberally throughout the movie. Loved the ending too, where Hancock did what was ultimately the right thing to do. And the 'All-Heart' on the moon? Laugh out loud moment!


FIERCE

There's a sob-worthy love story in all the action though. (Or maybe I was just being emo.) Academy Award winning, South-African born beauty Charlize Theron stars as the angelic 'better half' of John Hancock, Mary Emery. I gotta be honest here: If she's the superheroine criminals have to deal with on a daily basis, I can totally see a spike in crime rate. I mean the woman is HAWT. Eh, she makes the assistant in the picture look like a fugly midget, and it isn't even her fault. Tch.

21


"Winner winner! Chicken dinner!"

Based on best-selling book Bringing Down the House (which was in turn based on the true events of the MIT Blackjack Team), 21 was a pleasant surprise. Jim Sturgess (whose big break came in the VERY VERY TRIPPY musical Across the Universe) stars as the math genius Ben Campbell who pieced the entire story together. Kevin Spacey was at his dramatic best: cool customer one minute, crazy-ass professor the next. Kate Bosworth ACTUALLY looked sexy in this show. Never been a big fan of square jaws on girls. I'm not gonna go into the racism fiasco that surrounds this show, but the plot itself was fantastic. If the expression 'rage against the machine' could be put onto the silver screen, this is it. The show exudes teenage angst, where a bunch of smarty-pants aching to earn a quick buck went to Vegas to beat the system and came out much richer, not without it's consequences though. The ending was bordering towards 'too twisty' in my book, but all in all a good show. It's inspiring too! I too want to lead the high life in Vegas. Heh. Maybe I should start taking poker lessons from the pros.

In-Camp Training starts today. And already I'm frustrated. Frustrated by the stores, the guns, the uniform and the freakish weather. And the men haven't even booked in yet! Tch. I've only been under the sun for half a day and I've developed a sore throat. I'm starting to wonder how I managed to serve the 2 years plus National Service. Maybe I have to start admitting that I'm old.



More complaints when I'm done with this fucking liability which i thought I've already served. Apparently not. Argh!

the car stereo seems a little faulty. the volume doesn't work too well. things seem to break down after my return.




Kung Fu Panda was unexpectedly enjoyable. Jack Black was at his comedic best, and he didn't even need to show his face. The movie managed to give a pretty credible account of Chinese martial arts without being cheesy. Sure, the typical stereotypes were still peppered sparingly within the movie, but at least it wasn't as horrible as Kung-Pow! Enter the Fist. Now that was a bad picture.




You don't Mess with the Zohan, meanwhile, was unexpectedly BAD. Adam Sandler looked like a pirated Ben Stiller from Dodgeball, and the movie has virtually no plot. It was Austin Powers meet Stephen Chow. So slapstick, you come out of the cinemas feeling a little cheated of your dollars. There was a saving grace from the movie though. Emmanuelle Chriqui.



She was Sloan McQuewick from Entourage. Only the hottest woman alive AFTER the VS models. Can't wait for Season 5 to air!


The Goodfellas' an entertaining band. I think I'm becoming a fan. The guitarist is fantastic. I can only wish I play like him.


ICT begins tomorrow. One of my men actually called me to report his 'chest pains'. Eh sorry hor, we're no longer in NS, so please don't come and bother me with your nonsense. Go back to camp and report sick. That particular man has the propensity to chao keng anyways. I have chest pains, stomachaches, headaches all the time too. Man the fuck up.


Random terms: lovehandles, curry puffs and scallops. EUUW.

So the US trip was interesting. Vegas was AWESOME, New York was AWESOME, Disneyland and Universal Studios were AWESOME, the Statue of Liberty was AWESOME, Boston was AWESOME, but San Fran was the AWESOMEST. Damn I miss the oysters and clam chowder.

Ought to retrieve pictures from both Kev and Angela soon. Mine were mainly pictures of scenery. Sis' camera's rocked ass. And I suspect I have talents for photography (yeah right).

Darn it, just realised I can't upload pictures from the comp onto this blog. Shitty.


When we were walking down the streets of NY, there were plenty of hot people. They're not the Singaporean kind of hot - people dressed to the nines, made up to the max. They are people comfortable in their own skin. Some looked bohemian, some look punkish, I even remember one who looked like Mark Ronson. That KIND of hot. East Village and SoHo were the hottest zones. I swear i nearly fell over myself when two hot to death girls walked our way. I swear they could be supermodels. Maybe they are, I just didn't know better.

On the subject of supermodels... Victoria's Secret Stores were plentiful in the States. And the posters, hot damn. I'm having new celebrity crushes. ALL the VS models. Hot to death.



That's my current wallpaper. Alessandra Ambrosio, Adriana Lima, Ana Beatriz Barros. All Brazilians. Fucking hot. Maybe they were the ones I saw, but I couldn't recognise behind the huge shades and 'huger' glamour. Afterall, they are based in NYC.  Fanny's right, they make normal people like us look like shit.


SO I've been officially dumped. Apparently I was too immature and wanted things my way. So I was supposed to suffer everyday in silence while I wait indefinitely for an answer. For a minute last night I actually believed that it was solely my fault. Maybe it's the Panadol working overtime.

Please make the fever go away so I can drink myself silly tonight. PLEASE!