March 27, Sunrises and Cycling Escapes { 6:25 AM }
As promised here are some photos from the mind - banging E4 gathering. I won't be posting anything else today, since today was a (insert title of vh1 reject Ke$ha's lame-o-scale topping song here) day.
P.s. for all airheads: The song I'm talking about is Blah, Blah, Blah.
So here goes, in the next post - pictures speak a thousand words so intepret what you may from the next few pictures. Taken with my Konica Minolta Z2, a 4 megapixel camera. Which kicks the asses of 8 megapixel digicams everywhere. You know who you are.
We make fun of those whom we are most afraid of becoming
Zeke
March 25, Spiderman is about more than just a man in a fagsuit { 7:36 AM }
Just woke up from my nearly cryogenic slumber.
Sleep cycled all the way back from East Coast Park after a 40 - odd km fast peddling, dust biting, gear grinding, jaw dropping, mind banging cycling expedition. Then I fell into a 7 hour coma which involved drifting in limbo and laughing at God's stache. I know, fatigue does that to you.
Lots of stuff happened during the cycling expedition, such as tricking girls into thinking the entire stretch of the Changi expressway is haunted, hearing the whining of a certain pansy, the inside joke of the day (don't be a Priss), several people falling for one another literally, and several boiling points being reached. Of course, there was also a Matrix moment - take the red path and you go home and nothing happens; take the blue path and follow me, and you will see how deep the rabbit hole goes. And what awaits at the end of the tunnel.
It all started yesterday afternoon when we met up for the E4 Bitch party, and everyone was having fun making fun of people (yeah we're bad, got a problem with that?), doing lots of randomly funny stuff and several other things. Dinner was awesome, attempts to humiliate Jun Rong failed on an epic scale, and everyone generally had a good time in the water and out of it.
Went home halfway to get my bike with Chu Shiuan and David, and experienced a moment right out of the set from The Osbournes. After a slight delay, we set off on the usual path towards East Coast Park. Stopped at Cheers to stock up on supplies and went on our merry way.
Shortly after stargazing on the beach listening to some retro tunes, we decided to cycle to Changi Village (trust me, I didn't give this one the heads up) and after what seems like an eternity we finally reached, only to find all the stores were closed. We did manage to stock up on refreshments though, and we made our way back.
Half of the party then parted ways - to head on home. The other half stayed on to wait for the sunrise (got some decent shots, will upload them soon!) and shortly after, we made our way off the beaten path of East Coast to catch the dawn. After which, we made our way back to the bicycle rental shop. Dozed off while riding several times - but made it back in one piece nontheless! Enjoyed a hearty breakfast it McD's before heading back home. As they say, the rest is history.
I was thinking about something recently when out of the blue, I suddenly thought of Spiderman (don't ask me how or why). I realised that Spidey isn't all about the fancy shmancy acrobatics or tight outfits - it's also about politics, family and love. Well actually, office politics. Yeah. Office politics. Like how he has to deal with plagiarism, bringing home the bacon, dealing with an unreasonable boss and sneaky rats for co-workers. All in a day's work. So wouldn't you say, Spidey makes a good politician doesn't he?
Nibble on that while I chew on some jerky Zeke
March 23, I really hate supplicators. { 7:00 AM }
Went to the library today to get some books on e-commerce and retail. I had an idea for a potential business, but I'll need to lay out the fine details and other boring stuff first. And guess what, apparently the library is a retirement home on Monday mornings!
Either that, or old people get out of bed, go down 10 storeys, walk 50 metres, enter the library, and promptly fall asleep on the nearest couch.
Went to town in the afternoon. Operation 'Getajobinahotel' failed. Apparently, my courage failed me at the last moment. Instead, I went to check out some threads at Peninsula to console myself. Remember those butt-ugly Giordano 'Cheer You Up' shirts? I considered getting its predecessor, the Nirvana band tee. It was black, with all print in Yellow and a lopsided smiley face with fangs protruding from its mouth.
Regretted my purchase as soon as I saw the shop owner pull out a Muse t-shirt, almost as if by coincidence. He probably does that with every single customer that walks through his doors and buys a shirt, the sneaky bugger. So in the end I got my Muse shirt, walked out of Peninsula into God's tears, and took a bus to Bugis. Just you average Monday afternoon.
Considered buying shorts from Bugis Street, until I saw how garish the designs were and I made a mental note to "stick to Fourskin at worst". Finally, I took the train home and grabbed some chow before heading home and doing my workout. And the rest, as the first class grade - A bitch Ke$ha says is "blah, blah, blah".
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate supplicators? They give men a bad name - they buy gifts for girls, they do cliche crap like buying her flowers on the first date and taking them to the swankiest restaurant in town (Which, by the way, is NOT Billy Bomber's), they ad lib in all the wrong ways, they chase after the girl even though it's obvious the girl doesn't like them, and finally the girl just gives in and settles down. Like what the hell is that, a bad Channel 8 drama?
Oh and have I mentioned, I really hate supplicators who call themselves Players? Zeke
March 21, Kobayashi Maru { 5:49 AM }
For those who think Kobayashi Maru is a Japanese restaurant, pardon me but apparently on Planet Geek, this is the Earth equivalent of saying something is rhetorical.
What's rhetorical? You'll find out in the next 3 paragraphs.
Finally after nearly 6 months of sexperimenting with some of the best blogging and microblogging sites in the big 3W, I am finally home - in Blogger.
You name it, I've tried it - Onsugar, Tumblr, Twitter, Weebly and god knows what else. Seriously, newer doesn't mean better. Anyway, besides experimenting with blogs I've also been experimenting with several different writing styles - emogoth, upbeat and cheery, downright lewd, cheesycomedy and here's my conclusion.
I miss the tell-it-like-it-is panache I used to serve fresh from the Ezekiel Ryan Ho mind oven. You'll be able to see what I mean from my old blog.
With that said, that's what I'm gonna deliver from now on. Here's what you will see in this blog - the bitchy Sharpay Evans attitude, the witty Chandler Bings sense of humour, the smooth talking Rhett Butler/ Pierce Brosnan persona, and probably a thousand other hidden personalities. I can't help it, I'm just a very people person.
Yeah sure there'll be tramps who moan "Oh great, another wannabe!" and I've only got 3 words for such people, delivered straight from the mouth of Patrick Stump (of Fallout Boy fame, if you've been living in the mountain/ listening to rockabilly music all your life):
