Sunday, August 31, 2008

Amelie

Dear Pupu

I've finally managed to make a recording of "Tong Hua" using my new guitar. It wasn't easy. Took me upteen times to make it sound right. And this one isn't good either because of a stutter in the middle of the song. Oh well..... I shall dedicate this song to the imaginary character, Dracula. Why? Because he is just like anyone else, who wants to be loved. Eventually he was killed because of his blood lust. It's a pity that his fairy tale din come true.

I watched the movie "Amelie" again. The last time I watched it was years ago... back when I was just a small kid. Fantastic movie! Heart warming and hilarious. You should watch it too. The hunt for love isn't easy.

At 9.26pm today, I learned to cut watermelon professionally.

At 10.42, I managed to solve a tutorial problem after thinking about it for more than a day.
"A tutorial question is like a great mystery, waiting to be solved."
- Pupu the Great

At 11.02pm, I helped my mom changed her dressing for the sewed wound. Her constant nagging is driving me nuts. It's like a housefly flying around your ear non-stop. You feel like taking a swat and slap it in one swift and powerful motion.

That will be all. I hope this coming week would be a good one.

Good night.

ERP Woes

Dear Pupu

My friend showed me a video on youtube. I've never laughed so heartily while watching a video before. It's about the ERP woes in Singapore, edited using a movie based on Hitler. Prepare yourself for a wild ride~

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Gifts

Dear Pupu

Quite a number of things had happened. First of all, my mum had her thumb cut while trying to open a canned food. The cut was so deep that it wun stop bleeding. So we had to rush down to the hospital to sew the wound. We waited for 2 bloody hours, and the wound was still bleeding. Now that her thumb is injured, I had to cook and do the dishes. I'm beginning to feel like a house husband.

I received a few birthday gifts from my friends over the weekend.



I wish I had this.... Unfortunately it's not mine.... Sigh..... It looks so cute.

A long sleeve t-shirt from GAP.

A kinky pink color checked boxers.

A pocket calender. If you can't see what's inside, allow me to elaborate. Sunday: Rest Day, Monday to Saturday: 1 x Rose flavoured Okamoto condom. It's going to be a tiring but exciting week for me if I put it to good use.

Finally, a maestro acoustic guitar~!!!! Woohoo~!!!

I can finally start learning those songs that require higher notes. However, I've been busy lately with school work. I'm blogging right now because I felt dismay upon doing my programming assignment.

Studying in uni is tough. I should set up a stall in a wet market and start selling vegetables.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Mr. Bombastic

Dear Pupu

Yesterday was my birthday and I would like to thank those who wished me. Even though it was a special day, it felt like it was just another ordinary day. I went to school as usual, attended lessons(not to mention the frustration of not understanding the lecturers as usual), went home, have my dinner, did my tutorials, feed my pets and play the guitar.

Age is just a number that represents how old you are. I turned 22 and I dun feel young anymore. It questions me what I actually achieved so far in my life. And then I realized... I'm still a bloody student who needs to meet deadlines. Even if I do graduate, I still need to work to pay my tuition fees, and erm... well you know.

Alright, let's get back to serious business. There's one particular guy in my course who is super fit and tanned. Whatever clothes he wears, I'm still able to see his gorgeous and toned muscles. I also heard that he got into Ureka, which is quite a great feat. And I also heard that he wants to go for a gym instructor course. What a guy. Just his fine body is able to make women drool all over him. Maybe "fine" is an understatement. Even when he holds his pen, it seemed like his muscles were already flexing by themselves. So what happens when he actually flex it for real? Does all the veins pop out and start throbbing? Does his clothes tear off on its own?
His muscles are so well defined that you can see actually start a bio class and point to everyone which part of the muscle there is. Perhaps he always has a bottle of oil in his pants. Whenever he feels stress or rage, he would tear off his clothes like Hulk Hogan and start to splash the oil all over his body, showing off his shiny, well-toned, defined and delicious meat. Then the music "Mr. Bombastic" would be playing in the background.
Imagine him thrusting. It would be like an enraged dolphin emerging out from the open sea with beads of sweat surrounding it. Wait! What would happen if he runs down a white sandy beach with nothing on, except for a leopard skin g-string?!?! *Gasp* His chest muscles and biceps would be bouncing up and down, and his tanned skin would be stretching over his tender and toned possession. I strongly recommend him to replace this guy for Vodka advertising.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Pat

Dear Pupu

Last night when I was queuing for my dinner at subway, there was a couple right in front of me. Both of them were wearing long sleeve shirts, black pants and skirt. The guy was quite horny. Even if I wanted to look away, I was distracted over and over again. The guy kept putting his hands on his gf's butt cheeks, hugging her, and well... slapping her butt. It was quite loud that I can hear the crisp and clear "slap" sound.

Maybe it isn't my problem, but the guy shouldn't be too horny in school. I dun care what they do behind close doors. If they are that intimate, they should start shagging right in front of me. Usually I would be aroused, but my lesson ended at night and I was tired. If it wasn't for that, I would.... hmm....

My guitar exam is in two weeks' time. **Panic**

Friday, August 15, 2008

Killing Spree

Dear Pupu

Whenever people come to me and start to show off about their timetable or how early their exam ends, I would always feel like putting my hands around their neck and start choking them to death. Alternatively, I would take a huge pillow out of my Doraemon pouch, put it over their pathetic and sorry faces, and start to smother them to death.

Sometimes human beings like them aggravate me alot. So what's the point of telling me how free they are or how early their exam ends? Does it boost their damn ego? Does it make them feel superior to all other human beings? Are these the only things that make them feel proud about living? Does it boost their GPA to 5.0?

In times like this when I feel like going on a killing spree, Monster Hunter Freedom 2G is the game that I would go for on the PSP console. I would treat those people like monsters, and slay them to perfection.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

No title

Dear Pupu

This morning I woke up feeling something different.

I felt I was missing something. And in my heart spread an unfathomable emptiness. And an imcomprehensible sense of nihilism.

I felt as if the hole that had opened in my heart... had just gotten larger and larger.....

Until....

Monday, August 4, 2008

Zzzz...

Dear Pupu

During the UOC camp, a particular special moment was recorded.



This was made in the name of entertainment and no animals were harmed during the production of the film.

Credits
Snoring Man... Jareth Tan
Commentator... Guo Shiou
Funny man #1... Benjamin Lam
Funny man #2... Kenneth Chia
Cameraman... Ming Zhou
Peace~! >.<