Went to watch Iron Man 2 yesterday, and IT WAS AWESOME. Mostly, anyways.
On an entirety the whole film seems to have something missing though, and it seems like somewhere in between the lines a deus ex machina is waiting to be written in. My secondary 3 Chemistry would have been proud though, there was chemistry in it! And I'm not talking about the whole Tony Stark - Pepper Potts thing. But above all, geekly speaking, Warmachine was awesome!
I have a feeling that in the foreseeable future, there will be a crossover movie involving Iron Man and the Incredible Hulk. And soon, there'll be a crossover from Spider Man into Harry Potter, Batman into American Pie, and so on and so forth.
Was feeling pretty bored this morning so I watched some "How To" videos on YouTube. Fun fact for all geeks out there: It's possible to make an Iron Man arc reactor and repulsor gauntlet. How is it possible, I will not disclose. As the old saying goes, "dig your own holes in your own garden". Fine I made that one up.
While I was watching those videos I came across something very shocking. Don't believe me? Check it out for yourself then:
See what I mean? An eleven year old brat making a taser. In Singapore, eleven year old kids are having enough trouble trying to understand the concept of electricity and circuits. Then again, perhaps the difference in our diets is the answer. Though I don't see the link.
Disclaimer: The Disposable Camera Taser is a myth. Do not attempt it.
Zeke
April 28, A little pinch of cynicism. { 7:27 AM }
2 awesome movies, both coming out one day after the other. Sure hope that people don't decide to get an early start on the weekends by skipping work on Friday, or I won't be able to watch both movies!
A little picture for all you sick sadistic people. . . as well as all GCSE 'O' level Biology students.
When you're bored, when you're really bored, and I mean really really really dead bored, the kind where you just feel like clawing your eyes out to kill the boredom, try going on Dating Sites.
Your objective: Create a ridiculously absurd account. (Hint: Try Willy Wonka for starters.)
Or even better, trick people into thinking you're some supermassively hot babe from some exotic part of the world, and watch as men show their truly spineless, so-desperate-I'd-lie-through-my-teeth-just-to-talk-to-a-girl selves. Then shatter their fragile hearts. If you think that's mean, don't ever forget the age old rule:
"One man's misery is another man's joy".
Y'know what, I really don't appreciate alot of things in life. No this isn't a bad thing for me or an 'OH-I-JUST-HAD-AN-EPIPHANY-MOMENT', okay maybe it is. What I mean is, I really don't like alot of things. Example: Guys who act like tough shits, but crack when you challenge them. I mean, it's like walking into Caesar's Palace, putting 40 grand on the player, but knowing that the banker always wins. Almost always, anyway.
Need another example? How about. . . people who once said, and I quote here, "we'll always be BFF's" (yeah I know, cheesy, so 200-late and makes you hurl faster than the spinning teacups dunnit?) and the next thing you know he/she has her life and you have your life. I don't get it. Why go through all the trouble of saying something which you know makes you wanna puke, then revoking it? It makes as much sense as a cow wearing a hockey mask.
I've never really been a big fan of hypocrisy. I know several people who are though, though they deny it vehemently. It's a hypocrite's natural reaction, you see: they live in denial. If you think about it, I doubt they even know what they really want. But whatever, not that that matters now, does it?
O-kay, this post is positively laced with sarcasm, macabre humour and lots and lots of venomous hatred, I know. So why don't we try to end it off on a happier note? I'm selling shirts (design shown below) now, who wants to buy some?
Order fast, these things are flying off the shelves in Tinsel Town!
Zeke
April 28, Virtual and Reality { 1:22 AM }
Meet BAHAMONKEY, an ape with a Ford Banana GT!
I caught this one just as I was leaving for Karate. Looks like something (or someone) very bright is hiding behind the clouds, dunnit?
{ 5:32 AM }
Check out this bullshit.
Here's my take on this crap:
First of all, it's crap. Secondly (and I'm gonna have to say "JESUS CHRIST" for this one), if you need help making a girl smile, face it: you're a retard. Thirdly. Why does anyone have to be concious about whether a girl likes you or not? If she doesn't appreciate being with the prize then it's her loss, not yours. Fourth and last take. Anybody that joins this group has officially established him or herself as a desperate person who needs help. Mentally, physically, emotionally and most importantly - SOCIALLY. That's all I have to say.
Today was the first day of school! As usual, I seem to have zero affinity with any tutor who teaches communications and such. First days of school usually go by in a breeze, and today was no exception. School ended way before I expected it would, and I overslept on the way home from school. My half-new class is. . . entertaining to say the least, everyone seems to be shy and reserved for the moment but we'll change that pretty soon, won't we. By the time the FM0903 boys are through with Class 4, it'll be the new Motley Crue, ACDC, Led Zeppelin, and Paul Anka. In English: we'll be a riot.
Is it me, or does it seem like we have some really short year 1's this year? The guys look like they stepped out of Hobbiton (that's what they call the place where minimen live in the LOTR world, right?) and right into Singapore; I'll bet if you pulled their shoes off, you'd see hairy insoles. And WHAT IS UP with their threads?! I don't see the link: the guys from our batch, though slightly similar, at least offered a moderate amount of tall athletic types and good dressers. And the girls? Not really hot, too. Now now guys, I'm writing all of this with a light-hearted attitude, so don't take it to heart. Even more so if you're a guy.
I'm gonna end of with my PHRASE OF THE DAY
"Glee is another word for LOSER" - Sue Sylvester
Carpe noctum
Zeke
April 25, Phrase of the day. { 7:51 AM }
PHRASE OF THE DAY
Y'know those people who say they're awesome? Something's wrong with them.
April 24, WTF is wrong with you Singapore? { 11:10 PM }
HI. Don't say anything, close all chat boxes, close facebook, close adultfriendfinder (only for people like Haojie), close neopets, close maplestory, close your freaking cereal box life for a second, and don't "WTF is wrong with this S.O.B's attitude" me. Yet.
Check this out before you say anything else:
Lemme break it down for you guys. Summary: 3 guys. 1 knife. 500k stolen. Probably 10 to 15 witnesses. 0 people giving a shit about the situation? Okay, you can change that sentence to "WTF is wrong with Singaporeans' attitudes" now.
I - DON'T - GET - IT. Really? In that crowd there should've been like at least a few guys who went to the army right? What, the army taught you guys origami? Jesus Christ. Face it. You're taught hand - to - hand combat in the army. You're taught ambush tactics. You're taught, in short, how to deal with hostile situations.
So, educate me. Why didn't anybody do anything?
Not even a call to 999? Jesus Effing-christ. I've met aunties who will call 999 just because someone bumped into them gently with their bicycles. I've met kids who call 999 just to inform the police that they saw Mas Selamat selling Ramly Burgers at Joo Chiat nightmarket. So, educate me again, why the hell didn't anybody do anything?
Us Singaporeans are always complaining how boring and mundane our lives are. And when something mildly exciting springs up, noone wants to do anything? In-cre-di-FUCK-able. It's just like saying the train isn't coming, and it speeds right past you the next moment. It's like saying bigfoot doesn't exist, then meeting him face to face. It's like saying drinking Graveyard won't knock you out, then it does. This list can go on and on, but you guys get my point.
There are those of us who go for martial arts classes. We're always bragging about our "guns". Guys love showing off their washboard (the badly eroded, used for centuries version) abs. We share our war stories at coffeeshops. We say that when it's time to bring on the pain, we take it with anticipation and excitement. And here, the same guys who said that shit, they freeze at the climaxing point? Y'know what, you guys have just established yourselves as pussies.
I don't mean to go all Perezhilton.com on my own country. Trust me, I hatePerezhilton.com. A gayfag who derives pleasure from bitching about celebrities behind a keyboard? Not cool, totally. Anyway, if anyone sees this guys, give them an ass-kicking they so badly deserve will ya? It's your only shot at proving you aren't a pussy.
Don't worry, I'll walk the walk - if I do meet these clowns, you guys just be ready to rate my Youtube video. I'll post it here if I meet those clowns, scout's honour.
It'll be the ass-kicking of the century, that I promise you.
Zeke
{ 6:54 AM }
Tagger is UP, links are going UP soon, words have been tricked out, if you'll notice.
Next step: Getting rid of the two butt ugly twitty thumbnails occupying my awesome facespace. Begone!
April 23, Another week bites the dust { 5:58 AM }
So much for the first week of school huh.
Another fulfilling week has ended, and I'm glad to say I'm 3B-ed. That's bruised, battered, and belated. As grading draws closer, all I can think of doing to destress is fight, fight and fight.
Okay now for the controversially - juicy stuff.
Ever since I watched Kickass, I can only think of one thing - seriously, why hasn't anybody thought of being a superhero? Yeah I know this sounds geeky to the max, but why hasn't anybody thought of being one? Let's look at the perks - you get to beat the crap out of people and get away with it, you get to set off the sirens of every single fashion police in the city with your flamboyantly gay outfit, you can wear your underwear over your pants, and here's the cruncher: chicks still dig you. They do, I'm not shittin' you!
How have I been spending my week? Absolutely splendid, thinking of ways to excrete some artsy juices ever so often (do not think dirty), going to the library to read up on stuff I dig, and of course, watching retro 1980's movies in post-modern infrastructures. If you've got a pentium 2 processor or if you're not from the East side of Singapore, I'm talking about Marine Parade Library.
I heard somebody's transferred course recently. Awwww we'll miss you. . . NOT. If you think switching courses are gonna help you become more popular, think again. If you think you'll do better in another course, think again. Oh and, stop acting like you're Paris Hilton - especially if you're Asia's worst imitation of Perez Hilton. Minus the dress sense. Minus the social status. Minus the social validation. Minus the gaytitude. Plus the fagtitude.
Uh - oh looks like my inner werebitch just showed it's butt-ugly face. Trust me, it won't happen again! Or at least, that's what I think. But who am I to judge, the sentence from BEP's awesome hit Boom Boom Pow(if you're still a tweeny-bopper who's into Aaron Carter, now's the time to jump ship from the S.S. Fruitcake to the S.S. Intheloop) best explains my predicament:
"I'm a beast when you turn me on" Zeke
April 19, Back to school and school's out! { 7:14 AM }
Sorry to disappoint, people.
I realise that I blog at about the same rate as a girl learning driving for the first time (y'know, start - brake - start - brake - start - "ahhh I nearly hit a cat!"), but what can I say? I'm not into commitment.
To summarise - I enjoyed the last few days of my holidays doing the things I really liked. For those of you who don't know, that means I spent the last few days of the hols exploring, cycling, swimming, fighting, doing photography, the works. For those of you who do know, stop flashing the retarded anime face (this one: -.-) in your minds. For my dear English readers, stop saying "Oh this turd's bleeding old hat, let's go to Amsterdam and get utterly smashed!" in your minds. And for my American friends, do NOT start a flame war because of this.
As most of you know, 19th April in Singapore is a momentous day. To put it gayly, it's the day "a secondary school kid spreads his/ her wings and steps into the bright and promising threshold that is the future of the world, today!". Yeah whoop - de - doo, you're in a new school. Make some friends and get better dress sense? Oh and, don't forget to piss the teacherrrrrrrrrrs off. Yeah. Those were some good times.
I love this semester TO - THE - MAX. On my first day of school I found out that. . . I have an entire week of holiday - on the first day of the semester! That's like walking into a bar, being declared the 100th patron of the day, and getting wasted with free booze, toasts to every other wino in the area, and passing out on the curb after that. Okay that doesn't sound good.
And we got dragged to school today, why? Because - I'll tell you why now - we had to watch a bleeding, abso-eff-olutely, peachy attempt by the TEP committee to win us over to the good side of our entire semester. However, thanks to their peachy and definitely artificial sugar - laced attempt, all I can think of is the image of Darth Vader rasping "Welcome to the dark side, young Jedi". O - Kay, absolutely awkward geekish moment there. Moving on!
Why do the freshmen this year look like a bunch of underdressed and pathetic half wits? And more importantly, why are the guys so short and underbuilt? And such a bunch of big sissies, too. I remember during our first year, we were bullying people on the first day. Ah, good times good times. Anyways, I'm off to enjoy my sem break now. Ciao and happy studying, new nerds!
P.s.: I am not a sexist, contrary to popular belief. I am a misogynist. Zeke
April 12, Stories from the beach cove { 11:33 PM }
April 14, Hot 'N' Cold { 11:22 PM }
So what's it gonna be, rainy weather or sunny side up?
The weather recently has been, to put it in polite terms, one hell of a sonofabugger. It's bright and sunny in the mornings, hot and humid in the afternoons with a chance of overcast skies which, by the way, does nothing to subside the heat, and downright dreadful at night. But mostly I'm talking about yesterday night.
One week of holidays left, and I feel absolutely pissed off by how mundane this holidays are becoming. I borrowed books which I never read. My friends and I make plans to break plans. My money tree is shrivelling up and dying (p.s.: airheads, I mean it metaphorically. If you even know what that means.). And most importantly, I need a haircut. Like, pronto.
On a lighter note, I went cycling on Monday because the weather looked downright pleasant and spotted a couple of mudskippers sunning their naked slimy asses on some rocks and pelted sand at them. Sadistic, I know. So what're you gonna do about it, call the SPCA?
But seriously, don't call them. Zeke
April 8, New skin is UP! { 8:25 PM }
HI.
Yes, I know. I was gone for a long time. Well here it is - my laptop broke down recently (yeah I know, boo-hoo for me) and I was so depressed I didn't have the mood to blog. AT ALL.
But here I am now, back ready to write!
Oh yeah, you notice? New skin is UP. Still has a few kinks in it though, like two little square images of girls whom I do NOT know on the top right hand corner. Though that's just one. Tagger will be up soon, but don't get your hopes too high. Oh then maybe I'll include some bee-gee-em (p.s. airheads: that's BGM, or background music?) and put a slideshow of me doing randomly retarded stuff and turn it into another tweensy-twitsy webbie. In that case, I'd better end off with the regular tween-twit's slogan:
Went to watch Iron Man 2 yesterday, and IT WAS AWESOME. Mostly, anyways.
Order fast, these things are flying off the shelves in Tinsel Town! 
