Kennyster

Friday, November 28, 2003

Oh boy, my CSM ( company sergeant major ), the disciplinarian of the company, or rather, the cantankerous old sod of alpha company. He sucks big time! In fact, hes like the only man in human history who is able to be pre-menstrual 28 days a fucking month. Period. ( and yes, pun definitely intended.)

Our day of peace was completely ruined when all the commanders were summoned into the lecture room in the evening. Bad news. Its always fucking bad news when he orders a meeting.

First, he slammed - threw really- the door behind him, causing all of us to jerk in our seats. Door firmly shut, more shut than it had ever been in its life.

No way out.

My CSM paused himself, before casting his eyes around at everybody. Carpet bombing was imminent.

True enough, he snarled before starting a 5 minute machine gun blast of scalding bile in which he actually shocked many of us with the variety and scope of his profanity. In a stentorian voice, he boomed "I'm the mother****** of the bloody company. i dont care if every of u hates me. I dont fuckin care. I have been a bloody hypocrite for the past fucking yr. I've been acting as a nice guy for the past one yr and u ppl have gone out of control. I shall not be nice anymore. From now onwards im gonna be the bad ass guy of the bloody company! .. blah blah blah. This career best performance was rounded off with fifteen minutes of finger pointing, more swearing, and erhm, more swearing. In fact, it took him another 15 minutess to calm down to a more benign state of fury, in which he no longer posed an immediate physical threat to myself or my fellow suffering commanders.

Unfair. Total bullshit.

Pot? Kettle? Does these words mean nothing to u??

I dint think we deserved the scolding.

"You bloody commaners are the weakest link. You all have not controlled the men well."

YOU are the weakest link, i was tempted to say, but didnt. You always disappear when we are having physical training or u will end up with some mysterious medical appointments during our outfield exercises, iwas tempted to say but didnt. Nobody respects you, i was tempted to say but didnt. I stopped breathing and counted backwards from five to zero. Slowly.

Five.. four... three....two..one...

"I have purposely not conduct any spot checks at all for the past 5 months and dont think i dont know that the whole area is dirty and u all dont bother to ask the men to tidy up the place.

Five... four...three.. two...one..

"I trusted u ppl with the discipline of the men and quite frankly, u all have done a horrendous job. You maggots ought to take a look of youselves in the fucking mirror."

That was it. A grainy movie began to play in my head. I imagined myself to be the cocky hero with the perpetual smirk, abit like bruce willis only less irritating and sporting more hair. ( ha! ). 'you messed with the wrong guy,stupid dingbat!' I sneered as i pummelled my hapless CSM, who began to cry/whine almost instantly. 'I din mean what i said' he whimpered/begged but there was no mercy. He fell to the ground and tried to scamper away but the blews still rained down relentlessly..... ( Dreaming! )

But seriously, the best approach with such ppl, i had long since decided, was to agree with everything he said. If you cld articulate your remorsefulness without ever resorting to actual words, then so much the better. If u challenged him in even the slightest way, you cld forget about the next 3 hrs.

I still wanted to catch Survivor at 10 pm.....

Whats your mood today???

Mine's obviously sucky. I feel like a styrofoam toy plane, swung into the air with gargantuan force, pieces of me fly off whilst the main body continues to be hurled through the air without wings..... Bleah.

Kennyster @ 2:04 AM

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Yet again, Singaporeans have been cast as "least amorous" in the Durex Global Sex Survey. Apparently, Singaporeans have sex just 96 times a year -- the only country to dip below the 100 mark. Hungarians topped the list at 152 times a yr while brazilians were deemed the world's sexiest nation.

Im so sorry. Im one of those who helped pull down Singapore's statistic with my grand total of ZERO-a-yr ( actually its more like ZERO-in-20yrs ). haha.. WTF. . And where's annabel chong when we need her most? ha... with her ard we will beat hungary hands down man!

Anway, another interesting news article today: In a survey of 3 schs ( one gals sch and 2 boys schs ), pornographic websites were the ones most frequently visited at the gals sch while the guys surfed mainly games and football (yawn) sites.

Singapore is really becoming a strange place to live in eh.

Have u noticed it?

The equilibrium is slowly shifting. The girls are getting empowered. The guys -- repressed, oppressed, watever.

Girls talk about sex openly while guys blush crimson red at such frankness. Girls wear outlandish clothes ( ie hippy jeans, tube tops the size of handkerchiefs, prada bags,.... ) Guys? Jeans and the unwashed and crumpled shirt from the night before, with food stains from last week's lunch. Girls have their weekly pilates-cum-kickboxing lessons weekly. guys? Busy building a substantial beer belly while watching soccer weekly.

I blame this change on 'Sex and the City'. Okay, i have to confess that i have only watched 2 episodes ( actually 1 1/2 since i fell asleep tru the second.. ), but from the episodes which i have watched, i think its fair to say the guy characters in the shows are either gay, female worshippers, sex-crazed animals, dumb, relationship-phobic, dumb, insensitive pricks, and have i mentioned dumb?

Im not saying is a stupid show, but pls do not stereotype us as LOSERS . To quote Neltje Fu( a frend of mine, in case u all do not noe her and think shes some 90yr old Yaddish philosopher.. ) " For every bastard out there, theres probably a bitch somewhere as well." Pretty logical philosophy, considering she told me dat at 4.45am in the morning when i was all groggy .. haha.

Okay, so my point is, guys are not half as bad as u gals think and u gals are not as angelic and we-can-do-no-wrong as u think. When underaged couples are engaging in consensual sex, its the boy whos usually hauled up. Gal lures men via online chatrooms, lie about her age, offer sex in exchange for money. Guy happy. Girl runs crying to her parents and police. Guy jailed and shamed.

The inner workings of a lady's mind is a total enigma to me. I'd often tried to get there, in an attempt to better understand them, but cld never bring all the strands together into a consistent book of law, because as far as i cld work out, during a debate or quarrel, women make up stuff as they go along!

And shd they lose out quarreling, they go nuclear -- they start crying.

Tears were the secret weapon from which man had no defence against. One day, i decided, im going to get into an argument with a girl and burst into tears before she does, just so she can see how it feels.

I think guys haven been too vocal about all these. We have always been giving in to gals. Girls take it as a sure sign of our inept-ness.

Have u noticed it?

You must have.

Girls today are literally stripping us guys of our pants to wear, leaving us in our boxer shorts and a dog chain around our necks..... ...

we have been enslaved.

Kennyster @ 6:02 PM

Sunday, November 23, 2003

PALAWAN BEACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! woo hoo!! Is there a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon den spending it at a beach?? Getting a golden tan, enjoy the cool sea breeze, oggling pathetically at hot chicks, playing beach volleyball, kayaking, great music, farting and burping unbashly... Ahhhhh! Thats life man! And for a cost of $6, such pleasure is hard to beat, esp for impecunious ppl like me! haha...

Anyway, watever fats whch we had lost from our 'intense' volleyball matches or beach soccer was quickly more den adequately replenished after our visit to Marche at Suntec City. When guys say dat they are going for a 'good meal', u have better believe it. Or maybe the five of us are just endowed with an edacious appepite for tasty food. For the next 1 1/2 hr, we ate with an enthusiasm that bordered on cannibalism, occasionally stopping to say 'hmmmmm.....' or 'ahhhh... '. or 'can i try some of urs?'

And boy, did we chalk up some bill...... 5 guys eating at marche= 1 blackpepper w cheese crepe, 2 roesti with sausages, fish and chips, 2 Sirloin steaks, 1 ham and cheese crepe, 1 stingray, 1 chicken breast, 3 bowls of rice, 5 bottles of bunderberg, 2 ice cream, 1 peach sundae............. Thats about it.. haha.. Gonna haf some waistline ....*sigh wistfully*

And the price to pay: S$ 98.20 *weeps*

Kennyster @ 11:33 PM

Saturday, November 22, 2003

The five ppl in the picture are my best-est and gay-est friends from Arts Faculty during my time at Victoria junior college. Cutting classes, staying overnight in sch, vandalising sch property... we did it all. haha... and yesterday noon, they departed for a 3 day holiday in sunny Malaysia.

Without me.

Nah... they did asked me... but i had something to settle in singapore these few days.... sigh.... Wished i cld join them. Needed a holiday myself..

I can imagine the 5 of them frolicking next to a sunkissed malaysian river, laughing gaily and later sitting down on their sunloungers receiving Thai massages. while writing a postcard that says "You wish you were here".... ARghhh... i so want to be there. sigh.. But fear not, i shd be going to Sentosa tomorrow to get a tan.... and enjoy myself too... =)

Kennyster @ 9:36 PM

There are 2 reasons why i dont keep a personal diary but an online blog instead.
1) My handwriting is at best, artistic looking.
2) My mom reads my diary.

Yup, my mum reads it. Is every mom in the world like mine? probably. How cld a mom resist if she sees his son's diary lying on the table? Its like a pandora box shining brightly, begging to be opened.
"Juz a sneak peak. He wldn't know. It wldn't hurt anybody..."
I know your sneaky tricks mom! I've been in u for 9 months. Im a mini u! I know how u think.

My mom, like all moms again, likes to hear every boring detail of my life. She wld want to know what i did in camp, what im doing in my spare time. My diary is like porn for her.
So in the end, writing a diary became a stressful chore. As i wrote, i wld think "how wld mom feel about this?" It was getting ridiculous. So to hell with diaries. i stopped mine last yr.

So to whom do i tell my secrets to or write down my thoughts? There was no way in hell i was going on daytime TV and break down in front of studio audience while some cut-price Oprah Winfrey put her hand on my shoulder, barely pausing before she trailed the next item "Frustrated teen with no life watsoever" -- coming right after the break.

Blogging dint seem that bad an option. Im invisible to everybody else. I like that. I'm free to write, to swear. I felt free ---- until yesterday.

I was checking my internet history pages when i realised that somebody assessed tiangyew.blogspot.com on Thursday. Funny thing was, i was in camp on Thursday.

Alarm bells went ringing in my head. My heart was beating 'allegro forte'. That page was a testing page for me, to try out new features and stuff. I was learning how to insert pictures on blogspot with HTML so i tried posting a picture ( a pic of Cameron diaz in lingerie smiling while sticking out her ass and boobs. ) Thought it was nice.

Im so fucked.

The warning signs were there. I was spending more hrs on the cpu these days. Mum's getting curious. Asked me wat i was doing on the net. Said i was juz surfing.

Unconvincing.

I knew wat she was thinking. "Porn. My son must be surfing porn. No wait, wat if hes one of those people who preys on little kids on the net?? Gosh, but nah, my son's too asexual. Prob porn, just porn. Phew, i will find out soon enough, he thinks mom's a cpu illiterate. Ha, wait and see son."

I shd have seen it coming. Way to go mom. But ha, still not good enough. *sticks out tongue* This site is still safe -- for now. Can u imagine what wld happen if my mom finds this page??!! Racing tru the content of this blog, and the amt of profanities ( "my son swears?! What??!! He watched an R(a) mo-- WHAT?! he watched TWO??! He said he was in camp but he went clubbing??!! ) My mom wld have had a heart attack. No doubt about it.

This blog contains exactly the sort of information that no sane 20 yr old man wants his mom to have access to. This blogpage is my only foothold in life left. Access to this site means access to not only my life, but the lives of all my frens who have websites. I know enough not to tell mom that im seeing a girl until its serious. Now, she'll have names of all the places in Singapore where i hang out, which she can -- and will-- look up. With the materials in this blog, she will be able to construct an accurate picture of the real me. This is fucking serious.

So to all my frens who have any intention of sending me christmas cards... pls DO NOT mention my nick 'sobakawa' and more importantly, do not insert 'sobakawa' in bracket beside my name on the envelope...... Non compliance will result in u ppl reading my obituary the next time u visit this site.

ps: i've come to realise that im the only nincompoop who uses my real name as an address... nobody has say john.blogspot or weixiong.blogspot........ only me, tiangyew.blogspot..... Great.

Kennyster @ 8:57 AM

Thursday, November 20, 2003

Finally managed to relax in the comfort of my bunk and watch TV. I think Gotcha! is a really great show with rather impressive original gags, especially the Rod and Glen one, which really cracked me up. A pleasant change from the usual reality crap shows such as the Bachelor and Meeting the folks.

Gosh but really hate the show 'The Bachelor.' Dont you think its a really shallow and disgusting show? most of the gals on the show are like so damn pretentious and they flirt coquettishly with the guy before turning into psychotic bitches when they get booted off. And why would a gal fall in love with a lascivious guy who at every given opportunity, make out with just about every freaking gal in the show? A guy who promises every girl's parents that he truly loves their little gal and moments later, doesnt give a rose to her? Its either the money or that theres a certain appealing factor about bad boys.

Frankly speaking, i think that many girls believe that inside every heartless bastard is a small boy yearning to be loved. But their theory falls short as they dont understand that there aer certain types of heartless bastard who if hacked in 2 would only be found to contain yet another heartless bastard.

Or maybe im just jealous of the bachelor.. haha....

Kennyster @ 10:55 PM

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

AFERMATH OF THE FIELD CAMP

When you have been deprived of any proper shut-eye for adys, a massive shot of sleep only makes you crave it all the more. The 11hrs of sleep had drained me. now i was tired and groggy, as if emerging from a general anaesthetic. How does Sleeping Beauty manage to sit up with such an angelic smile after a 100 yr coma?? Tell me! heh.

Anyway, by the time i have woken up, i realised that my bunk mates were already up and were cleaning their stuff. Oh gosh, felt kinad embarrassed for sleeping like a pig. I sat up in bed and tried to do that sexy, ruffled look that characters in big Hollywood movies always have the day after. I caught a glimpse of myself in my locker mirror.

Oh God. I looked more like an alcoholic tramp..

Haha. Getting out of bed was an even worse ordeal. My body felt like it was pricked by thousand of nais and i had pretty bad abrasion on my upper thighs from all the walking. To put it crudely, i spent the rest of the day walking as if i had balls the size of watermelons.....

Kennyster @ 10:45 PM

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Just came back from a 3 day field camp exercise which left me pretty drained. Its a pretty major exercise, sort of like a prelim exams for our unit, since there are ppl from external units to evaluate our performance. ( Y E S.. u heard it rite.. we do have our own exams too! ) Its pretty tough being a NSF nowadays eh.. heh.

Other than having practical tests, we have theory tests ( Y E S, i know... What the fuck rite ) as well. We have to memorise the technical aspects of weapons and drills. For eg, we must know exactly how far a weapon can fire. My question is, say a weapon can fire up to 500m, how the hell am i supposed to tell the difference between 495m and 505m? Use a measuring tape before firing at the enemy?? See enemy then fire already lah, don't have to talk so much!

Anyway, this being our 'prelim exam', meant that the missions we faced were tough and arduous. We walked non-stop from 5pm to 7am the next day. Everyone was enervated. I have realised that it was indeed possible to sleep while standing up ( Been there done dat! ). But being commanders, we have to motivate our men and disguise our own lassitude, often having to to flash a "I-am-so-enjoying-myself-in-this-fucking-forest face".

When the medic who was behing me nearly fainted out of exhaustion, i had to carry his fieldpack and weapon since the nearest evacuation post was still some 3-4 km away. In retrospect, i prob. lost all resemblance of a soldier as i probably looked like a mother carrying his son's schoolbag while guiding him along the road. But its through tough times like these that you find out who are the people who are truly dependable, the people who will step forward to help share my load or help guide the medic along the way, the people that you can trust for life.

Perhaps this is why i enjoy being in the combat side. Friends question my sanity for not downgrading and join them in their 8-5pm clerical duties. I would be lying to say that i have never thought of downgrading.. Sure, everybody wld want to take the easy way out. For a small sum of money, there are mendacious doctors out there who wld give chimerical medical status such as 'allergic to grass' or some weird diseases. So why waste your life crawling in mud and getting bitten by mosquitoes?? For me, its probably due to pride. While some people refer PRIDE as an acronym for ' People Rest I Do Extra', i refer to it as assuming responsiblities that are shoved onto your shoulders and doing it with dignity. What does pride looks like , feel like, taste like? Can I kiss it, embrace it? No, whats worth savouring is the vindication in knowing that i have excelled in my job scope and discovering the toughness and endurance of my innerself.

Kennyster @ 10:39 PM

Feeling pretty sad today. Read in the newspaper dat 2 faculty mates from my yr in victoria junior college were involved in a pretty bad accident in Manchester. Dawn suffered external injuries while Victoria unfortunately lost her life. I do not know Victoria personally, but the Arts faculty is a pretty small and close knitted group of ppl thus i guess everybody kinda knew everybody..

As for Dawn, shes a pretty close friend of mine as we go to the same tuition centre and we were both from Dunman high as well.. In fact i was just talking to her on icq the other day...

Shock.

Sympathy.

Im at a loss of words but i hope she can cope in such traumatic times and move on from there. Life goes on. Take care. ..

Kennyster @ 11:27 AM

Sunday, November 16, 2003

yay! i have finally found my Kill Bill soundtrack.. Bought it for $22 at HMV ... quite expensive for a music CD but such is my desire for the soundtrack dat i called HMV everyother day to ask about the shipment of the soundtrack.. haha.....

Anyway, the 'Coldplay Live 2003' was also an awesome buy at $32. u get to watch their sydney performance and a CD of their concert songs... Im really a hugh fan of Coldplay and their showmanship is simply brilliant, esp. Chris Martin. He goes into his own world when he does a performance. He grins dementedly and gyrates as if his life depended on his performance ( okay, technically his life DOES depend on his performance but i dun think he will haf less fans if he doesn't wriggle his ass. Hiak ). He was even throwing his hands up in time to the music. It was as if the concept of embarrassment was comletely unknown to him. His confidence was infectious and within seconds, i had unknowingly lost all of my inhibitions as i strutted and boogied in my own living room........ =)

Kennyster @ 11:37 AM

Went to catch the Nike Freestyle regional championship at Somerset youth park today.. To be honest i haf expected the competition to suck judging by our soccer and basketball standards... But lo and behold! It was awesome! haha.. of cos there were some pretty lousy ones who just wanted their 5mins of fame on stage but for the rest, were well worth catching.. took tons of video with my digital camera and it was pretty amazing seeing the UK no.1 freestyler strutting his stuff after the show... But the night belonged to gd-looking filipino who prob. spends 20 hrs aday with his basketball... just watching him will get u into a hypnotic trance, and judging by the incessant gals' screaming, i was convinced that some of them were ready to ask this filipino guy to father their children.

Kennyster @ 10:44 AM

Saturday, November 15, 2003

I like to thank those ppl who stood by me and sent me messages of comfort after my recent outburst. Im really fine and cool with everything now and ya, im still friends with that vacuous, gormless bastard.. haha.. Its touching to know that there are ppl out there who care for me, even ppl like patrina, ( yup, dats u chew yanting. hiAk)... i think dats wat ppl call friendship......... Or maybe because christmas is round the corner and u guys are trying to convince santa that u all haf been good kids.. haha...or/and maybe con me into buying christmas presents for u ... two words: NO WAY! haha... piss off!!

Kennyster @ 10:32 AM

30 mins before breakfast is ready, .. decide to take a break and surf the net. came across this website Crushcalculator Tells you more about the compatability of u and the crushes that u haf ( if u haf any to begin with *grinz* )... But i cant believe my results were so accurate, its amost eerie... you haf to try this out yourself! Thanks for the link mark!

Kennyster @ 8:09 AM

There is something magnetic about unexplained laughter, its not just the simple desire to enjoy a burst of happiness, but the burning curiosity it creates about the cause. When a gunman is holed up in a besieged building, the police always try threats and plea-bargaining and appeals from his mum/pregnant girlfriend to lure him out. It wld be much quicker if, on the count of 3, they all fell about in hysterics; the gunman wld be out in a flash saying 'What? What is it?' --- John O'Farrell

Kennyster @ 1:13 AM

Friday, November 14, 2003

God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.

Ok, i din write dat.. haha... but i tot it sounded meaningful and its was exactly what i thought of my mother... Today is my mum's birthday... I felt really bad this yr cos i din haf anything to give her today. I had planned to surprise her this yr. I told her i was coming home from camp the next day instead. I had planned to head home early today, grab a cake, buy some food and a handbag which i saw at marina square... It cost about $50 and its big ( Unlike some Luis Vutton handbag which costs $1100 and its prob only big enuff to hold an ezlink card and a wallet.. why do gals like LV bags so much ah?? my fren has one and she wants another similar design in a different colour... insane gal! )...

anyway, back to my story, i had to stay in camp cos there was a commander's briefing about next wk's battalion mission ... it was supposed to be at 1.30pm... but it was den changed to 3.30pm, den 5 pm, den 6pm, den 8pm.....apparenly the slides were not prepared yet and they were sorting out the maps for us... they said it wld be done by 9pm... at 9.45pm, they told us that they had decided to postpone the briefing till sunday evening... #($()*@*!!!

well ya.. dats my story... ended up going home empty handed.. Armed with a smile ( an apologetic one ), i wished my mum a happy birthday..she seemed happy but sigh, i feel bad... =(

Kennyster @ 12:49 AM

Thursday, November 13, 2003

NO MORE MR. NICE GUY.

Yup. Thats right. I think i have been a pretty nice guy thus far. In fact too nice for my own good. Such as to the extent where my supposed friends take me for granted and i end up living my life for others rather than for myself. ( which i think shd enable me to have a lifetime membership at Losers Anoymous. )

I won't go into details to what happened cos im too infuriated to write the whole story down but lets say that Mr Jackass was supposed to be on duty today but he went clubbing the night before. I chose not to go and when i reminded him of his duty this morning, i got fucked right in the face by him for being inconsiderate in waking him up and he made many chimerical remarks whiched totally pissed me off. I think i have a pretty high threshold for insults and crude comments about myself but this time round he went way past the limit.

If i had a condom in my hand, i wld gladly put it over his head. Since mr jackass likes to act like a dick, might as well dress him up like one... And who the fuck does he thinks i am? A dummy standing there to absorb his verbal abuse and whiny rambling whinge? Am i supposed to smile and shrug and good naturedly apologise for upsetting him?

OVER MY BLOODY DEAD BODY U PRICK!

And i proceeded to give him my piece of mind. Didn't care if anyone was around, expletives flew out of my mouth as if i was a seasoned chao ah beng as i gestriculate wildly to prove my point. And i didnt care dat my narratives was all over the place, and massive amounts of senseless crap came with it, hugh chunks at a time. I wasnt going to concede an inch to this vacuous gormless bastard. And i sure didnt notice that i was spitting like an overheated fryer.

And it strangely felt good. I've not lost my temper for prob. a yr plus or so now and i guess my frens were pretty surprised dat i was capable of such outbursts. But i didnt care anymore. I will not be a drone and a drudge to niceness. I didnt owe anybody anything and i dont have to live my life for others .. i shd live mine. ..

As i always like to say , the sun will still rise and we will still breathe tomorrow whether we like it or not, so why not feel the best or do the best with what we have.....

Kennyster @ 12:10 AM

Wednesday, November 12, 2003

I MET A MOVIE STAR!!

Went out with John to watch 'Identity' which i found a tad too confusing and weird for my liking. After the movie, we cldn't resist the temptation to sneak into another hall and we were pleasantly surprised to see it playing '15', a singapore movie about teen gangsters. Although we missed the 1st half ( so technically i have watched 2 and a half RA movies this month ), i thoroughly love the movie. It has strong characters and heartfelt narrative voices, a singapore movie which im extremely proud of, certainly beats the likes of jack neo's kiddish movies. '15' is defintely a made-in-singapore classic, sort of a Singapore 'Fight Club' or 'Pulp Fiction.' Im in awe.

But what is more kick-ass is that an hour later, we saw one of the main leads ( Shaun ) at Orchard HMV. How cool is that?! You see Shaun on the big screen spouting Hokkien profanities at bullet fast pace, getting high on drugs, threaten aunties, comparing genital size with fellow friend, carry a life-size sex doll all over orchard rd, simulate sex acts and an hour later, WHAM!, you see him browsing Bob Dylan cds opposite of u. This is like epitome of deja voo... Dear O' John was visibly stunned. All his facial expressions went into free fall. he looked pretty odd for once. His throat seems to go dry and his words became pretty gibberish ( i thought he had learnt how to speak the elfs' language for a moment there )
"thhhat's Shaun! thhat's shaun!!"
"who?"
"Shaunnn! fhrom 15!! "
"Holy Shit!"

I have totally forgotten that i had my digi cam in my bag. Damn. How cool would it be to take a picture with this one-time-movie-star-full-time-triad-member and put in on my Friendster page?????!!!!! Wasted chance!

KILL BILL SOUNDTRACK
HMV Orchard: sold out!
HMV CityLink: sold out!
Tower Records Suntec: sold out!

I'm pretty desperate to get this soundtrack. anybody seen a copy anywhere??

Kennyster @ 10:17 AM

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

I have always thought of myself as being pretty IT savvy and erhmm, keeping in times with technology advance but after 3 days of arduous and interminable attempts at trying to reconstruct my blogspot page made me realise I suck at it and im a complete klutz with html.

A few weeks back Computer Times printed this worldwide survery which placed Singapore as one of the top 10 technology savvy country and there was a computer for every 2 or 3 singaporeans.. But then again, i have 2 cpus in my home and im tearing my hair off just trying to add background music to my blogspot page. Having a cpu, knowing wat an iPod is, having a digi cam and blah blah doesnt equate to IT savvy ya...

And i should have paid attention during computer lessons in Dunman High, rather den sneaking into MIRC during lesson time. Now im like an owner of a Ferrari who only knows how to drive in first gear.... sighz...

Kennyster @ 10:13 PM

Spent my rest day slacking at home... Played playstation2, read a book.. watched tv, alot of tv in fact.. .Watched Holland V at 7pm. Watched Pirates of the Carribean DVD, watched Terminator3 disc1, watched Are You Hot? at 10pm, after which i watched the 2nd disc of T3...

Sitting comfortably on my sofa couch watching 4 hrs of non-stop tv was a luxury which i had not have for a loong long time, prob. not since i enlisted for National Service ( or slavery which i thought seems a more appropriate term.) Just sitting on the couch, not worrying about anything, dont give a damn about the time, just sitting there in a hypnotized trance... eating a tub of dreyer's chocolate chip ice cream.... ahhhhhhh.. pure delight.

Some thoughts after watching 4 hrs of tv though...

1) Have anyone watched the Gillete commercial?? The one where it claims that the new triple-blade swivel with lubrastrip was 'the best a man can get'?? I thought this was a pretty bold claim for a $10 disposable plastic razor. ha. A new Aston Martin maybe or a night in bed with Kristaniia Loken ( in her T3 red hot leather outfit ) might arguably have the edge for most men, ( well at least for me ), but not according to the good people of Gillete, no, they prefer a good shave any day of the week... strange..

2) 'Are You Hot' is a crap show, but its one which i will watch though... haha... Girls in dental-floss-thin bikinis, laughing at gals with boobs large enough to topple them over should they neglect to lean back adequately, shaking my head in disbeliefs as beefy guys cry father cry mother just because america dont think they are hot enough .... ... Its a good way to start a Monday night, esp since Friends ( the new season ) and Smallville are not showing currently... I think Chillac ( i think i got the gal's name all spelt wrong.. ) is hot... prob. the best of the week... she has this radiant face with X-factor written all over it.... I may not be a Vogue columnist, but i think her hair style is very in ... its similar to the hairdo which our china-borned singapore representative at Elite model search had last week...

3) I cant believe Arnold Schwarzenegger is the governor of California, esp after watching t3.... At least George Bush would be happy to have Arnold in congress meetings since he knows that he's finally not the worst speaker among the leaders there.... But on the other hand, its acutally quite cool.....

GovernorA: We should outlaw the sale of hand guns in America as it will.. blah ..blah..
Arnold: ( takes out his super-duper-sub-machine gun ) Do dat and i will terminate you!
GovernorA: You wont dare to .
Arnold: (dons his black sunglasses) Hasta la vista baby!

ps: We should send arnold schwarzenegger to Iraqi and Afganistan. Hes THE man rite.

Kennyster @ 10:53 AM

KILL BILL

Hey dudes! remember the Kill Bill trailer with the song 'Battle w/o honor and humanity' ?? The one which i was going ga-ga about? You can view it at the link above.. Just click on 'Kill Bill Teaser Trailer'.. Enjoy and be in awe!!!

Kennyster @ 7:25 AM

Sunday, November 09, 2003

"We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression." - Chuck Palahniuk

Kennyster @ 10:25 AM

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

I just bought Budak Pantai's ( A singapore acapella group ) latest CD, Budakumentary, and i brought it to camp. And if i get a dollar for every 'I didnt know you listen to that kind of music' comment i hear, i will probably collect enough money to buy another of their CD just in case i scratch mine.....

And for the record, i love it! In my opinion, its prob the best singaporean musical product of 2003... I liked almost all the songs, maybe except for their version of Boyzone's No Matter What.... their remix of the song with a Chinese New year tune was too much for my ears.. Yucks! Horrendous! this song aside though, its pretty much worth the retail price of $18.99, esp since it contains 68mins of songs ( which will fit nicely into CD-Rs for your frens as Christmas presents.. haha.. k.. cheapo kenny.. )

Anyway, it seems that im the only one in my bunk who enjoys their music. Everybody in the bunk froze and turned to look at me when i played their CD on my cd player speakers.. ........( didnt help that the song dat was playing happened to be 'No Matter What' )... They looked at me as if i was playing some weird Jewish song... Hello! The sun will still rise and your heart will still continue pumping ya..

Before the song ended, i was given an ultimatum by my bunk mates: Change the music or sleep in the corridor.

Within a minute it was back to their fav. music... "I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me, No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P......" ( 50 cent's PIMP )... sighz.... at least there are earphones!! =)

Kennyster @ 7:45 PM

Sunday, November 02, 2003

Sometimes songs just reach out and grab you by the throat, e way i've reached out and grabbed commuters by the throat and told them to move inwards in the fucking train. ( In my mind). Some of the songs include Bap Kennedy's Moonlight kiss, Annie Lennox's song from American Beauty, and more recently, Dido's White Flag and Sugarbabes 'Hole in my head'. And i have found myself a theme song...

I want that song from the 'Kill Bill' trailer to play everytime i walk into a room. Doesn't hurt the hip factor that the song is called 'Battle without Honor and Humanity.' ( which sounds like my current battle with acne. Argh ). I don't even care if there's anyone in the room. But i think it wld make my life more fun to have this song played, with me making my grand entrance when the super-cool synth pops in. Oh Yeah, i'm getting pumped up just thinking of this.. BRRRRING IT ON! I'm ready to start a new week!

PS: In my opinion, everyone deserves his or her own entrance theme... What would be yours?

Kennyster @ 8:38 PM

Alex has a stud on his right ear!

And does anybody knows how to put photos on blogger??? And how do ppl send in comments or watever? Someone pls enlighten me?? thanks!

Kennyster @ 7:28 PM

ARghh, im plagued with 2 new pimples today... Gonna start my great battle with acne again. Clearsil is leading the attack with a strong dosage of acne away. Then Neutrogena Clear Pore Treatment will throw in some nasty clarifying lotion grenades. If those don't clear up these pimples by tomorrow, I stand defeated by blemish... sigh

Kennyster @ 1:08 PM

Saturday, November 01, 2003

WE BROUGHT THE HOUSE DOWN!!! LITERALLY!!! haha... the ceiling of my neighbout bunk collapsed... and i aint kidding... Take a look at the photos on my Yahoo! Photos site... http://photos.yahoo.com/rukawa007

Apparently since we have been on duty at Jurong Island for the past one month, some smart alec had decided to conserve electricity by switching off all the electricity of our camp.. And because of that, the heater at the top of the building was not working and rain water sipped through the roof and the ceiling tore off.... and the fan is kinda dangling by itself.... tsk tsk..

Kennyster @ 7:18 PM

A dog thinks: Hey, these people I live with feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm, dry house, pet me, and take good care of me... They must be Gods!
A cat thinks: Hey, these people I live with feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm, dry house, pet me, and take good care of me... I must be a God!

Kennyster @ 12:22 AM