confessions of a chef wanna-be

purpose of my life

2012-02-25T16:57:00.002+08:00

i am a self declared procrastinator.

there are so many things that i want to do but have no time to do it or am just delaying it from happening..

when i see that someone is capable of creating such a wonderful and amazing dessert, i so much wish i could have almost half of their skills.

when i see someone else being able to play tennis, golf, basketball, soccer and many more other sports, i wonder to myself, why aren't i able to do that ?

when i see models on the cover of a magazine, i will ask myself why can't i be like them ?

maybe im just able enough to ask rhetorical questions of myself..

haiz.. so useless.

i want everything but im not able to do everything. its as if i just want to know a little bit of everything.

it gives me a sense of accomplishment. when someone asks, do you know how to play the piano ?

im quite happy to reply, yes. i have learnt it before, but im only at grade 2 standard. then they will ask what else i have played.

i tried the trombone, trumpet, baritone, euphonium, tuba, tried the flute, but its extremely difficult having to twist and curl your lips and stuff..

i learnt how to play the guitar, but only the simple chords, tried playing the drums, but can only make noise. maybe include the triangle and smaller percussion instruments.

its almost the same as when they ask about a restaurant i might have eaten at before.

yes, i spend a lot of money going round eating in restaurants while other people squander the cash on clothes and things that are not a necessity in life.

but. why don't i feel like i have enough ?

this picture is named 'time will heal' by caramelaw from deviantart

its cute and affectionate. a trial to console a sad soul, but it still takes time. no city was ever built in a day.

it could just be this lacking sense of job appreciation that i have for the current work i am doing now.

im not proud of what i have done.

i do not learn much which i find useful in my life after this.

but it should not be just 'i' in everything.

if i could just change the people of attention to those who depend on me. how i can teach them or spread the knowledge, maybe it would give me more meaning.

speaking of not being proud of what i do, im actually pleasantly surprised and feeling very proud that this friend of mine is actually maturing faster than... maybe me ?

he has this deep care and concern for his men under his charge that he would care to tell them off when they have made a mistake.

having a good reason for reproaching someone is always a good thing when the other party is able to feel it as well.

the point that surprises me is the vast difference in the impression i have of him from the first time i knew him to the current position.

but perhaps its only this small part of him that matured. other 'parts' of him still stay the same.

not that im implying anything private...

aron-the-crawling-out-of-the-turtle-shell signing out

the wrongs of being wrong

2012-02-22T20:06:00.002+08:00

its been a while since i have talked to myself on this system thingy.

a personal journal or diary is just the person writing or talking to themselves, though, it is nice to be able to speak out your mind without another person's interruptions or disagreement.

its just my thoughts for the time being. so let me be for now.

sorry to all my fans that i have not updated for quite a while, the confessions of a chef wanna-be had a few less confessions over the past few weeks, but a whole load of program squeezed and jam packed.

so, this was the first part, going to japan !!

it was quite awesome...

as everyone anticipates the 'but'... it would have been a much more enjoyable journey if i knew that my trip mate might have been more sensitive on a higher scale than ever..

i kinda assumed that the group of friends i was in was very open to opinions whether you liked it or not.

i would say whats on my mind.

then it would be up to you to decide if it really does mean anything or a passing remark.

of course, more often then not, my comments are actually hitting the nail on the weak and fragile points because it just popped into my head.

but im pretty sure one or two people around me have the same idea, just that they are not sure if it is right to say it or not.

and when someone else says it first, they will just join in the agreement or join the blaming for the bad timing and bad judgemental comment.

so....

picture this scenario. 'A' was having bad tummy aches and stuff for the past week or so. its quite amendable that A was able to withstand all the pain and suffering for the whole trip.

finally, on the second last day, A could not stand it no more, so A decided to look for a hospital.

on the way, A was very worried that it might be a permanent effect or might be fatal to A's life. so i said to A that it should not be much, reassuring A that it will be ok.

when A came out of the doctor's office, we, as her friends and travelling companions are of course worried as well, so we asked what the doctor diagnosed it as

the doctor said it was not very serious, a stomach inflammation of sorts. it should be over in a couple more days.

from A's side of the story, A said i commented: "so now we know you are not dying."

ok, it might just sound like what i might have said, as a jest or joke to lighten the stmosphere maybe ? too weak an excuse ?

so even if i had said it, it was to reference the point where A said that A was worried the condition might be permanent or fatal.

and i used the word 'fatal' over the actual word A said just to make it sound nicer.

so after that incident, A gave me the cold shoulder for the next few hours and cried when i asked about it.

some people use to say 'crying solves the problem when its against a gentlemen'

i gave A some time to rest cool down. at that point i still did not know my fault or problem. probably because i don't put much weight into my words either.

but i get pricky when you would like to blame me for something i do not know i have done or i might not have done at all.

so thats the thing i got away from the trip.

'do not assume that a person will remain at a constant temperament for their life. people change and so can their mood.'

other than that, the weeks after have not been very kind either. mom and dad are overseas with sis.

im getting fined $200 and most recently, im going to get extra duties for a faithful service i was doing for the company.

but whats worse than being wrong is when you know it is wrong but still do it.

sigh...

aron-the-learning-rope-by-rope signing out

2012-02-06T18:08:00.004+08:00

what's more evil than doing evil ?
knowing that its evil therefore you do it.

the only obstacle in my way for doing what is right, is myself.

so why then do i face this adversity with such difficulty ?

aron-the-adapting-from-the-adapted signing out

jababa

2012-02-05T17:07:00.003+08:00

i always thought jabba the hutt was super cute. in a grotesque way, like my friend darpig. only he constitutes of the latter portion.

no lah.... ahahahaha (nervous laugh, but actually meant it)

NO LAH. ! (getting a bit serious about not actually meaning it but mean it only a little bit)

darpig will be forever remembered. sigh...

so we carry on.

i wondered what jabba the hutt tastes like, like maybe the walking fish face things could tastes like cod.

bet jabba the hutt here is really sweet.

so i tried asking how it was and what it's real job was in starz warz. it was slightly reluctant to talk to me at first, then it starting warming up.

warming up is a great thing.... for a normal human being, but warming up for him wasn't such a nice things.

its face started melting, the tail became a puddle of curdle and its fearsome claws became mush.

it was just a cake after all. so i didn't get much of a story from it anyway.

but life has to go on doesn't it ?

gnaw at my heart
this feeling never leaves
chew at my fingers
flutter of the wings
take it away this thing
the one who takes away
all other things
which were once desirable
has now become of
rust and dust

so then, what should be hindering me from what i really want ?

im not sure since when, i've always had this thinking that i have to make a difference whereever i go to whoever i meet, to make meaning in life.

a couple of days ago, my friends invited me for a karaoke session.

truth be told, im not a very good singer. im the best there is to be found. someone once told me that my singing is as lovely as my snoring

some say its angelic even.

so, when we went there, i said that i had to leave early and my friend told me that if i left, it would feel as if the whole party's over..

"just because i left ?" i asked him.
"thats not the main point" he said.

no matter what his intentions which i might have misunderstood, it seems as if i was the life of their party (thick skin a bit)

of course not lah, but it makes me feel important. hahahhahahah

also, this leads me to think of another random point

my friends told me that everytime they come to my house, they will always leave full and bloated to the brim

haha, that kinda boast the cantonese tradition which is to cater for more then required so that it would seems as if everyone has more than enough

and there will never be a shortage of food

or thats how they perceive it.

its makes me proud to be a half hokkien and half cantonese because i get to eat all the wonderful food unlimited-ly.

of course it will make me fat, so im watching how much is much... maybe only watching the not very nice food, but the rest should be ok

if it tastes good, its good for you isn't it ?

aron-the-going-for-second-round-of-looooooooh-heiiiiiiiiii signing out

the rainbow and fluff

2012-02-04T14:52:00.002+08:00

the new king is dead,
the old king is late
so til then my date
let's get sweaty and...

go exercise man... im such a procrastinater. i always say i want to go running at least once every day, but that is such a chore.

exercise is such a chore

excess unwanted fat's should just go extinct. but of course we all need the proper amount of fat's for the body to function.

actually is there such a species as non-fat people ?

once i remember long time ago, but forgot who told me... he said that there were a few people who are born without any fat in the body.

so these group of people are unable to store fat in the body, but build muscles naturally. that's like the description of a perfect person isn't it ?

obsessed. im just too obsessed with the perfect look and size. its getting me too concious of my own.

damn, im getting vain.

but not to the extreme yet. i dislike styling my hair because its a waste of time, buying clothes is a waste of time, not to mention shoes as well.

i can cut and clean my nails myself, i can paint them if i wanted to, but thats just a waste of time.

i can get naturally tan by fixing vehicles in the hot blazing sun, i can shave my own moustache and beard, but one thing i can't do is..

i can't make the best food in the world until i have tasted it.

OH HOW GLORIOUS !

i live to eat ! i love to eat and i would marry a creampuff if i can eat it without getting fat. OPPS, too much information.

if i could pour me a rainbow
a cuppa day would suffice
to soar me half way round
the world and back to you
my sweet sweet lady o' mine

i wonder what does a rainbow taste like ? what does that mountain of fluffy snow taste like, what does the sun taste like ?

do stars taste of honey ? does the moon melt like a cheesecake ? can the rain sizzle and shimmer down the throat, can the wind taste like cotton candy ?

sigh..

if i could put tastes on all these things and every thing, i would have lived a fulfilling life.

i would create a rainbow that flows with molten jelly beans that magically turns to a sweet gas in the mouth

i would concoct a cloud mixture of fluffed up caramelised pop corn and peppermint shavings to become chewy with a sweet savoury twist on the palate

that and many more to create a new perception for the race called humans on how the wondrous creations of beauty taste like to me.

aron-the-entertaining-my-own-amusement signing out

run through the plaster

2012-01-31T21:14:00.003+08:00

the gift of life..

what does it mean to live a well fulfilled and happy life ?

what can make one satisfied ?

this is a sculpture done by one very interesting individual.

if life wasn't taxing enough, life with responsibilities is a thousand times more taxing.

just this afternoon, i was talking to some of my friends on the train. sometimes, i do more things than think alone..

i say out what i am thinking so that i can get other people's views on mine.

apparently its not very positive.

so im sure everyone knows what a runny nose is, but whats the cure ??

since its a running nose, professor aron from the health sciences and the very caring society of nonsensements suggest that we tie our nose to our two front teeth

that is to ensure that the nose is securely fastened and will not be able to run too far anyway.

is you have a headache, put a plaster on your forehead, says professor aron who just got sacked from a reputable hospital for telling the patient to put a plaster on their belly when they have a stomach ache.

no, thats not the reason why he was sacked.

professor aron insisted that the plaster be specially manufactured to fit the XXL size of the patient, but no, thats not why he was sacked either.

he tried to promote the idea of creating human sized plaster to the health board of bored directors, the reason why he got sacked was because of the reason he gave for making the human sized plaster,

he commented on the director's slightly out of shaped nostril and recommended him to make one plaster to cover his face.

"that would make the nostril not seem too out of place" says professor aron

so, the next point is, if you have a sore throat, please don't put a plaster on your throat as professor aron has finally learned his lesson.

its the inside walls of your throat that hurts, like how your tummy hurts on the inside. therefore place it there instead of on the outside.

of course professor aron's credentials are barely trustable as he does not use the same methods on himself.

like how chefs who do not eat their own food are particularly suspicious.

hmm.....

that gives us a lot to think about now.

so, when we eat, should we care about who made the food or who is eating the food with you ?

what a brain busting question.

so let me take a lifetime if i may to work out the answer before coming back to you.

aron-the-busting-cluelessness signing out

embarrass me not

2012-01-24T11:23:00.005+08:00

have you ever heard the wolf cry to the.. NO, im not here to talk about the girl with the weird braids.

have you ever had a random thought of a past event jump into your head while you are doing something ?

like when i was reading my book, it got into a very monotonous action of reading and trying to visualise what the author is trying to say.

then suddenly a random memory just pops up and i giggle to myself like some shy school girl, then realising what i just did, i looked around to make sure no one saw it, but deep inside i know someone has already seen it but looked away fast enough for me to notice.

so then, its all these random memories that got my thinking about all the times that have past, how much i have been through and all the friends that i have met.

its such a great year past.

this drawing made me feel at peace and serene. yes, it is a drawing. AWESOME RIGHT ? if only i was the one who did it.

no, im not trying to steal someone else's credit. hahahahaahah, but i'd eat some of her brains if it would give me such gifts

hurhurhur.

AH ! no talking about such things during such an auspicious period.. haha, period.. meh.. AHHHH !!

kena slap by nora and it doesn't feel right.
i liked it..

HAHAHAHAHAH, NO. i didn't so anyway, as i was talking about random memories, thats how random it can get.

i still remember the time when i was dragged onto stage by not one, but 2 trannies who thought i was still a virgin.. hmph*

(i still am by the way)

and i was made to dance like a stripper and spell her name with my butt. i will never forget her name,

N I N A..

augh, the embarrassment to my social status and network, how am i supposed to find a job in future ?!?!?

so anyway, when that was done, i actually felt very proud of myself for doing it, because it was funny and i made a fool out of myself and everyone had a good time laughing at me.

another time, i so embarrassed myself dancing infront of half the BMT school. we actually almost mastered the steps of some SNSD group of people..

wonder where they came from.. some barbie doll land or what..

SO, we also studied some michael jackson, random moves from boys generation and many more. ouh, the horror to watch people watch me dance in a half tied shirt below my chest to show my sexy fat belly button muffin top.

but it was such an adrenaline rush to be able to execute all those move and enjoy it at the same time as well as hearing the audience laugh.

we know they enjoyed watching us make a spectacular fool of ourselves.

but i must admit that we did quite a good job of it.

finally, one more event i wanna share is this talk where i had to describe my OSIP trip. i was so not prepared for it and had to speak last minute.

they told me to just say what i have on the tip of my tongue.

and i spouted nonsense which i don't even understand myself. it was super nerve wreaking and the worst part was that it was in front of all my peers !!!

OUH THE IRONY, i do not know what must be going on in their heads, thinking of me as a complete lame ass.

sigh.. that one i couldn't redeem because i was totally unprepared. woe to my shame, but the second speech was better

when i was doing it infront of the whole temasek poly opening ceremony.. the first day of all freshman to TP, we gave a great boasting session about how CCM course was able to let you fly to France to do your internship.

it made me feel extremely jelly legged standing infront of thousands of people, but if it must be done, it will be done.

so those were the 3 events that sprang into my mind while i was reading my book.

of course there were millions of other thoughts, but its not very convenient to share them on a PG site like this.

@$%^%&#% $#@#$@ @#$@ #$f@#v#@%s#

so to conclude, yesterday i visited my niece because she promised to give me an ang bao as well.

apparently her lunch of smashed egg yolks with baby paste was more important and enjoyable then giving me the ang bao.

i don't blame her for it, sooner or later im going to have to give her an ang bao too. hahhahahaha

til then, her parents still have to fund me every chinese new year. hahahhahahahahahahaha

how i love it when i get such wonderful gifts.

aron-the-inseparable-from-the-alternative signing out

taking over the bull

2012-01-21T15:48:00.003+08:00

i was almost about to do something that i would regret doing for maybe the next few days...

it may even make me guilty for feeling guilty for just a few days, because i don't think its enough to take the guilt away.

its just....

the grey line between whats right and wrong

SO CHANGING THE GLOOMY SUBJECT,

i have just baked a superb batch of red velvet cupcakes for the first time in my life !!!

YES !!

theres always a first for everything like how i always say. yes it is my quote and im going to use it like i created it... just for today.

ok lah ok lah, just for a few seconds. don't sue me for claiming the rights lah..

so i was scanning through onecoolthingaday as usual every day, and i found this site that makes cool posters and stuff

hahahahah, the first thing when i saw the pet a nearby pet, i had to laugh.

just because i wouldn't think of petting a nearby pet at the first instance of not having anything to do at a party or wadever.

but its not true that nothing is impossible, i have been doing nothing for the past minute, unless spacing out the window is counting as doing something.

actually it takes a lot of concentration to not do anything for a few minutes.

it is a human's instinct to want to move or do something because we singaporeans are so used to doing something all the time at every single bloody second.

that is a very important skill to learn which can be used at almost every situation, but only at work.

when the boss walks round, just look like you are doing something and he would think you are doing something.

if you finish your work fast, nobody would praise you.

they will only think you have not enough to do.

so thats what i have learnt for the many years i have been working. "hey ah boy ah, you nothing to do help me lah."

"hey aron you dig finish your shell scrape then help us lah " (as if one was not tiring enough)

but too bad for me for being such a nice person (cough* cough*) hahahahhahahahaah. no lah. its just that when everyone is happy, its a good situation to be in.

our new superior was talking to one of our drivers:

"there are 3 kinds of people in this world. people who just talk but do nothing, people don't talk but do a lot of things and finally people who talk and do things, thats what i am."

i wanted to say that he missed out one more kind of people: those who talk rubbish and do nothing. thats him when he is not dreaming he is someone else.

of course i cannot discredit that he really does nothing. he is very good at giving us a lot more work to do so that we would not feel bored.

ok fine.. it feels like i have been b*tching about work in every post that i write. but thats the whole world thats rotating around me at the moment that its all i think about as well...

my colleague even had a nightmare that the whole company was asking him to apply leave for him at the same time. haha.

so for a change, i shall tell you lucky people a story to continue the series 'a friend of mine'

i have this friend o' mine.

he is all so cute and cuddly (i preferably like to describe him as such instead of the more rude term)

he is also very smart. yet there is one really childish fact about him, that he holds grudges very well. it can be his forte if he doesn't have any.

there was once when an ex-friend of his was playing this very popular internet game in the early 21st century where everyone owns a pet,

feed it, play games, feed it, train it, feed it, go to some fairy land to buy stuff. and we can open our own shops to sell stuff. it was such an addictive game. hahahhaha

then one day, my friend lost a lot of money and items and he was so sure that this ex-friend of his was the one that stole it.

i wasn't quite a fanatic of that game so my account was worth that much effort to hack into to steal, thank goodness.

but he appeared to have been affected so badly that he denounced his friendship with this guy on that particular day and since then til now, the both of them have never met.

its quite funny, the reason for a broken friendship. i'd faster forget about having a friend then break up one over a neopets account. hahahahahha.

talking about forgetfulness, the past week was kinda queer.

on the day wednesday, this driver of mine requested to do a favor for me. (how nice of him, but he just wanted the excuse to escape the office)

so then there was some confusion and then my colleague found two other drivers to do the favor for me. the first driver was so angry he didn't talk to me for a few hours.

then within that hour, a few similar situations occured to other people around me. a detail that another driver was so excited to go on was taken by another person.

the whole day felt like a series of multiple de javu s'.

then on thursday, when i was going to hand over the duty to another person, this superior who kinda hates all of us wanted to sabotage me for some unknown reason.

so he requested to check the attendance sheet and correct it against the master copy in the computer system to check that everyone who was present signed in on that day.

he was so smug that his sinister smile stretched ear to ear. i could see the stretch marks on his forhead.

during the time i took to double check the list he crossed out, he took the opportunity to walk back and forth infront of my table and spit japes to provoke me.

"HA.. ah ho ah (thats was he calls me. he calls another guy called ben - ah ben) today you si liao ('die already' in hokkien)"

if i was really determined, i could take that threat and complain to the government and all to get him sued for insulting me in a professional setting. i doubt he has any right to. but its the army.

so after all the checking, there were only 2 people who forgot to sign in. one was a rich kid whom they couldn't punish for some reason and the other is someone who is on good terms with this superior.

when i reported this to him, he almost seemed extremely shocked that he could not catch me in the net.

i would have laughed at the face he gave me when i told him about it.

but that would have given him another reason to get angry, so i just talked off proud and happy to have overcome the obstacle peacefully.

then again, there is another problem which i am very worried about... the accident that happened a few months ago.

i think the higher up management have finally come to a conclusion to the investigation and there would be charges and all.

oh my goodness..

even thinking about it makes my stomach roll.

god protect me.

aron-the-hanging-on-the-rain-drops signing out

much ado bout none

2012-01-20T19:08:00.004+08:00

its just a few more days to CHINESE NEW YEAR !!!! wooohoooo !! i can eat loads of yummy yummy goodies and im super super looking forward to all the dinners !!!

COME TO PAPA !

then again, there is sooo much work to do nowadays.

my friends visited another office and found that they have 5 people doing the same work that my colleague and i have to do.

and not including all the additional work i take on just because no one else wants to do it !

then they say that im stupid for doing things that are not supposed to be done by me. i can just stand back and watch them solve themselves can't i ?

and did you know this is a drawing ?!?!?! by pepei, titled: broken heart.

how hard can it get to just try...

haha, im not sure... my friend has pressurizing me the whole week. but its not that it wrong, its just that i don't feel like doing it..

what am i talking about ? that will be left for me to know.

so then, everyday, my friend will come and tell me: hey !! why don't you want it ?

i say: i can give it to you anytime you want man !!
he: no lah no lah, i don't want to steal what was yours.

then the next day, he would say: give it to me lah. you don't want then give it to me lah. come on come on !
then he would give me the seductive eyes and the naughty smile.

but i didn't want to give him because i have a fear of his abusive side.

when i want to give it to him, he would say: no lah no lah... hahahahah, just joking lah, its supposed to be yours.

but no. i don't feel it that way.

what am i seriously talking about? HAHAHAHAHAHAH. no. i cannot say. its too lame.

so anyway, its also another 2 more weeks til the JAPAN TRIP !!!!!!

awesomeeee.. i can't wait to go to japan to eat allllll the ramen and udon and sushi and fresh fresh sashimi !!!! AWGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!

even thinking about it makes me feel so hungryyyyyyyyy.

this is just another random picture i found on deviantart that i thought was extremely cute !

hahaha, if only i could do something like that as well one day.

you mean drawing ?

no, i mean look as cute as the things eating the fries.

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH, no lah, of course i mean drawing them cute stuff til they look huggable by a 100000000000%

i know someday i will. but maybe just not today.

so then, i went out
to find the single
other living bean,
hacking the soil up
tossing the pebbles
but none found by me,
one quiet evening
the wind blew gently
stars came out playing,
a silhouette form
rose up above mine
grabbing my cold hand
chasing the dull moon.
why the moon was dull
didn't matter much,
how her eyes glittered
struck me in deep deep.

hand in hand the beans grew together, intertwining and growing strong with each other's help and support.

until the farmer walked by and plucked.

"DOU MIAO ZHANG DA LIAO !!"

and all the beans relatives gave their lives up for the better of the human race.

aron-the-trying-on-the-large-scale signing out

Burstable

2012-01-16T20:06:00.002+08:00

dogs are a man's best friend
friends are a man's best bet

when you are in need, of course it is a friend you would turn to. maybe some would find a relative or a family member, but friends have that perception of being better able to understand you.

because of the common age group or interest, they might share the same views about issues.

but are the same views always the right views ?

like this bubble, a friendship is also very fragile.

in the taxi yesterday, a friend asked me if i was as close to two of my other friends as before..

i replied no without much thought, because that was my first reaction. probably my most true impression of our friendship.

but when i continued to think further about it, im not so sure i know the answer as well..

so, secondary school has really been quite a large part of my life, because that's when i was the most influence-able and got the most influenced by everything.

when i went to kbox for the first time, i thought i liked every single song that they sang.

my friends were the coolest dudes on campus, doing all the crazy stunts, having the most happening life cleaning fish tanks, playing with frogs and accumulating the most community service points

my class was the coolest class in the whole level, but might have been better if all my better friends were in the same class.

my CCA was the best CCA because we achieved the first gold medal in centuries.

but actually... i missed out on the rest of the school

i didn't get to know the rest of my class as well, i didn't experience the other life that was happening around me.

i wasn't aware.

of the two friends that we were talking about, i got into their group as an 'adopted son'. hahahahah, i still remembered

an adopted fat child that nobody wanted because i was fat and smelly..

but thankfully i was in a group, if not i might have been the kid who sat in the corner of class playing with his eraser and pencils.

(i also do that, but not in one corner..)

so, i also remember that the band was my family at that time. i loved to stay with all my band mates til late at night.

going home didn't mean much to me.

music was life, it created energy and we used to sing our instrument parts on buses and then laughed at how funny we sound.

but that was a really good life.

then there was the other side of the secondary school life when i remembered being asked to treat many meals because i thought it was normal.

the final part was rushing home to PMS.

play maple story.

that probably summed up secondary school life. work and homework you might ask ?

maybe thats why i got 39 points for my prelims. HAHAHAHAH.

but lucky me, i got very nice and patient tuition teachers, parents who waged cold war on me when i didn't do well and sibling who would tell on me when i slack off.

so nice of them (-_-)

still, they all rescued me from the slumps.

so back to the friends.

what i would consider a friend is when i understand him/her, she understands me. we share common goals, and visions or pasts.

but it feels like im a stranger when i went out with them for the first time in maybe 2 years ?

reunion. check.

im sorry, i have been really busy, but army is not a valid enough excuse. perhaps im not making a hard enough effort to sustain the friendship.

sigh...

now, with life doused in a barrel of stress, everything seems so dull and uninteresting. army killed the radiostar.

i wonder where i got the motivation to do so many things in the past. and now im just wishing that time would past faster.

as my driver told me: "if you were in my position, you would understand."

but of course, he was in a more dire situation which cannot be revealed in public.

if i could get a chance to turn back time, would i do anything differently ?

i really don't know how much will change, but the major turning points in my life that i can't miss are really there for a reason.

if i change one thing, everything will turn.

its a risk i wouldn't like to take. see like mark from facebook. he is so rich, yet with so little friends.

too much of a good thing can be alluring.

so what do i plan to do from now on?

maybe i'll just sit back, relax and enjoy the anime that i just streamed, plus float along the sands of time (so cliche).

aron-the-expecting-the-radiostar-revival signing out

up above the dark skies

2012-01-14T00:01:00.003+08:00

what do you see down the road of your life
driving past memories and parodies
signalling SOS to any passer-by
but nobody just feels the way you do
no one understands what you need
none can comprehend how you feel.

something about you, i can't quite figure out. everything she does is beautiful, everything she does.. is gold.

i love nights like this when i can just lay back, relax and waste time away because i know i don't have to wake early the next day

update on my life, there's this new guy at work who told me to not tell anyone that im a supervisor of my office.

the scene:

he was looking through a pile of mess my colleague, who is another supervisor, left behind.

just coincidentally i had to sit right opposite him at my desk to wear my boots. he asked me if i knew what all these were.

i told him it was the paperwork that my colleague left behind. i was not sure of what he needs it for or why it was all over the table.

then he told me: "er.. you don't tell anyone that you are a supervisor ok ?"

in a slow and steady tone as if so that the words had just enough time to sink into my brain.

then he added the all-dreaded 'just joking lah.'

but as a frequent use of those 3 words, i know that he does not mean it when he said it. might as well just said it and not add anything extra to cover up your insult.

i like it raw

give me all you got.

im ready.

but not too much. i have a limit til i start smashing faces inside out. thanks.

anyway, i've been surprisingly invited to a secondary school friend's 22nd birthday. it is quite exciting, but i have not met them for... years !!

oh man... i still can remember all those crazy times long ago.

how old am i ? centuries old...

anyway, im attempting to re-create this:

its a really cool piece of art 'geisha' by Nar Amarth.

of course, i have not enough creativity to just draw a potrait of a geisha off the top of my mind. its just unthinkable.

i've just completed the work a few minutes ago... waiting til bro koko crunch lets me use his scanner to scan it in.

cross my fingers that he will help me.

cross fingers and intestines.

SO, by the way, i have learnt a new lesson this week. the model idea of a supervisor is one who can make other people do their work while they 'ba long long' shake their legs under the table, read newspaper and drink coffee at their own discretion.

as explained by my superior because he saw me walking all over the place

of course because i was doing my job.

might as well just upgrade a few of the men to supervisors to take over my job.

but its ok. i can understand that they do not do what i do or walk in my shoes so they don't have a clear picture of my job.

then what are they my superiors for ?

aron-the-questioning-the-higher-power signing out

magic in a page

2012-01-11T20:03:00.003+08:00

there's nothing quite like a real nice book

the qualities of a nice book:

to be able to keep me entertained on a train or bus ride home or to work, to infuse my brain with wonders on a sleepless night..

something to stretch my imagination further than its boundaries, or make me feel and understand the pain and suffering of a long lost love..

finally, to incorporate my life into its contents and give me fresh perspective of life as it is already unknown.

a real nice book will be by my side no matter the weather, mood or hunger.

it might just become man's next best friend.

to a lonely man of course

sing me a melody

2012-01-08T16:24:00.003+08:00

what do i have to be thankful for today ?

1. that im still breathing
2. that i have a pair of hands
3. and a pair of legs
4. with 10 fingers
5. and 10 toes even if they are wrinkly
6. eyes to see
7. nose to smell
8. ears to hear
9. skin to feel
10. a mouth to eat all the fabulous food
11. clothes to wear
12. clothes to change
13. a roof above my head
14. bed to sleep in
15. a pillow under my head
16. a blanket to keep my warm
17. light too see at night
18. water to drink when i thirst
19. food to eat when im hungry
20. a set of parents
21. a pair of siblings
22. many relatives to ask for advice
23. many cousins to count on
24. the ability to read
25. and write
26. in a few languages even if they are not perfect
27. the pictures in my mind
28. that helps me draw, even if they don't come out right
29. the songs in my head
30. that motivates my day
31. the countless-as-stars friends i have
32. even if some of them don't treat me as such
33. the closer friends
34. who i can call upon any time of the day
35. and a million times more things that would just take too long to describe.

did i mention it really is a miracle that everyone of us is still alive anyway..

aron-the-singing-after-you signing out

the push and pull of aromas

2012-01-07T16:34:00.002+08:00

like the noose caster said: "your hair is as shiny as my nose hairs after a sneeze."

good afternoon every burdie, im reporting alive from some extremely confined space with a very strong aircon and endless supply of paper...

luckily i can still use the internet and david lebovitz is keeping me company.

i have always dreamed of a day when there will be world peace in the world.

but i would be lying if i said i did not like what i saw in action movies with all thats being blown up and stuff and stuff.

still, that does not mean that the ice cream from gelato is even ice cream. its super gilat !

i didn't know that beet root can be a very good accompainment with chocolate in a cake, and i would so like to try out david's recipe perhaps next week.

mmmmmmm...

can't wait to get my hands on a hot steamy bowl of ramen soup. staying in this office feels like im already in some winter struck country.

it might as well snow outside.

darn.

if only it did snow in singapore, i would make a snow angel probably once a month if i feel like it.....

anyway, if it did snow in singapore, then i can make nicer desserts without having them melt on me.

once, when i was making pastry dough, the dough actually melted due to my body heat and the heat from the kitchen.

the auntie i worked with said i was 'too hot' blush*

but no, she was only talking about the heat being emitted from my hands and possibly other parts near the bench. (DONT think too much about it)

i am not trying to imply anything here, it was just that the bird flew across the window and gave me a mini shocker

the view from here is actually not that bad.

with long winding shadows created by the setting sun at this auspicious timing of 4:44pm, it makes the world look so rustic and bronze like.

as if everything is becoming an antique.

two items i would keep if i have to choose to stick with me for the rest of my life, would be my wits and curiosity.

it wouldn't do me good if i get tired of everything, or just run along life with everyone insulting me in my face without me knowing it.

maybe the latter would be slightly more important on a scale

but just ask me what would i do just to get my hands on a scoop of delicious creamy scoop of rum&raisin ice cream from salty caramel.

is that the name of the shop?

im just to impatient to go into google, type the name of the shop and find out if it really is the right name. you can go lycos it

actually, this way, it might spark more interest in you to want to know what the exact name of the shop is that excites me so very much.

a good scoop of rum&raisin ice cream will really perk anyone's day up.

yes im being biased cause i can and i love it.

HA.

so anyway, i was on my way to work today when nothing in particular happened, until !!!!! the mrt train arrived on schedule like every other day.

it was a particularly normal ride with almost the same number of strangers on board until !!!!! the train arrived at the exact location that i need to get off.

so i transferred to another service and continued my journey as i have done countlessly until !!!!! i finally reach my destination.

thats where i got off and went to the bakery at the nearby shopping centre to grab some breakfast until !!!!!! i found a few new flavours that were not worth much mentioning.

if you would really like to know, they were:

mushroom pizza, seaweed chicken floss and fish nugget burger.

i believe they can be found at almost every bakery.

then i took a bus to work and the day continued as per normal.

but, the point here is, the only thing that was different was the stress i have from having to decide the dinner that my mother so conveniently planned for her friends on chinese new year.

and guess what, she wants me to cook again.

i presume that number 1 - she wants to give me the chance to try some new dishes
number 2 - she would like to try some new dishes
number 3 - perhaps she thinks i enjoy doing it, but it really is super tiring having to plan for it, get the ingredients, prepare the meal and pray hope and wish that everything turns out well.

and then finally hearing the verdict from a group of people who would honey coat every thing because i am their friend's child who is a chef-wannabe..

who can be so inconsiderate as to crush a chef-wannabe's dream of being a.... chef of course...

then again, it comes with a whole load of hard work and persistence that sometimes i just want to back away from the stove and sit on the floor.

HAHAHAHHA,

now that i imagine it, its kinda lame to just sit on the floor, maybe i'll roll around the oily greasy kitchen floor then throw myself into the wok for a WOK-HEY !!

love that taste.

but so then again, im stuck on a half written menu that does not have much substance and might not be satisfying.

i need assisstants that can plan a menu with me like in the heston blumenthal's show.

that is pretty cool stuff having a team to do planning and then execution. its like a freakin science lab operation night scrawler pan fry kinda thing

AWESOMMMMMMMMMENESS..

aron-the-banking-on-the-luck-of-a-beginner-no-more signing out

2012-01-05T20:35:00.003+08:00

euphemism.

its a new word i just learnt from someone who just came back from london...

darn.... what a life.

ANYWAY, what does it mean ? is it like a food that we can eat? no. is it like a thing that we can use ? no. is it a toy that we.. no.

SO, nora didn't have enough brain capacity to indulge in an extra word to add to his dictionary..

so, what does it really mean anyway ?

from dictionary.com, euphemism means: the substitution of a mild, indirect, or vague expression for one thought to be offensive, harsh, or blunt.

in greek, it means words of good omen.

he said that to me when i was calling him a cat while stroking his chin.

hahahahahhahaa,

i know its not very easy nor a pleasant event to imagine two guys in doing that.. its just that he looks very cute.

chubby white baby cute.

don't judge me, i think babies are cute too.

so, i was just thinking about what other situations can euphemism be used in.. like people saying cheese bun in replacement of #$%$^

or fart-face
numbnut
cringe face

so how helpful is this new word to the survival of humanity ?

why do people need new words with inexplicable meaning added to our vocabulary ? is there not enough words as it is already ?

does it make linguistic communication more interesting ?

in some sense, (common sense) less is normally more. having too many words when not all are being used is pretty useless...

but what does it hurt anyway ?

it doesn't hurt having a new word created every day, just to combine a string of already bombastic words so that they make sense.

next time we can just say one word to mean a sentence

me: ai
nora: orgasmicalitical
me: yeapiduppiedu
nora: pathetigatorate
me: awesmiccosuperficialisationism

HAHAHAHAHAHAH, i cannot just absorb all that.

this just might be the next break through of the century. a one word conversation that already speaks too much more than is required.

then people will just not talk but use facial expressions to communicate.

we will call it so-fa-cial-networking

wink wink, scringe nose, twitch mole on eye lid, squeeze pimple while squirting oil and other urksome liquid on other people to tell them that they look great.

hurhur... hur.. its kinda disgusting... meh...

whatever.

so now im too tired to think of what else to write, so im just gonna sleep.

let thee euphemism
boost my optimism
create one legacy
bottle them mysticism

aron-the-washed-away-with-a-meliphagidae signing out

the never ending cycle ends

2012-01-01T23:49:00.005+08:00

im so shagged from having cooked a 3 course meal for the family..

it took me 6 bloody long hours to get it done plus some preparations done yesterday. apparently some little bird told me chefs abroad can do 6 to 7 courses in an hour !

its like crazy mind numbing shame.

sad.....

but still, its the new year and i really liked what i just cooked..

the only problem is that my mind was too focused on what to cook next what to cook neeeeext...

and plating plating plating.. AHHHH !! that plate is dirty !!!!

and then i forgot about taking the pictures. i think mommy took some pictures, not sure what quality of pictures they are of anyway.

a few times when her picture were blurry, she blamed the iphone4 for not being clear and sharp enough.

hmmmm....

it might just be some cold and early morning breeze that swept past her hand as she was about to take the picture that made the camera stop and think how cold it is, thus causing the pictures to be captured a milli second later which just spoils it.

haiz..

then again, a new year is a new year. whats past is to be left past. but whats past and is hilarious to talk about shall never be let down.

the new year is just like a new cloud and sunshine..

but what does it mean for me ?

thats would be for me to find out in a neverending search for eternal questions which usually do not end up with any possible conclusion.

they were just watching a few movies that coincidently have chace crawford in them.. and i was just thinking how cool he looked..

jealous..

i need to start going to california fitness. angmokio fitness is not helping with the endless supply of food in the fridge of terrible awesomness...

what does it take to get a body like his ?

its almost the same question as what does it take to make me exercise..

a lot.

never the less, he looks cool and shall be one of my 'wannabe like him when i grow up' people list.

aron-the-ending-the-never-ending-cycle signing out

double scoop

2011-12-30T03:10:00.002+08:00

love is never easy,
thats why it takes effort
love is tough,
thats why not everyone feels it
love is sweet
thats why everyone wants it
love is rough,
thats why not everyone gets it

its not easy to recover from a heartache... i have seen so many people with similar problems, but wad can i do ?

no, its not a what i can do situation now..

its a what they want to do about it situation.

not sure why, but this song just pops into my head.

and just now, when i was kboxing with some frens, they totally did not know this song:

its such a classic. and they immediately ejected it after one line......... so depressing..

anyway, a new year is dawn upon us.

let it be for the whole lot
a great joyous period to look forward to

2012.. its almost my birthday already.

12/12/12, the date i've been waiting for since i was like... a sperm ? noo..... hahahhahahahahaha..

but seriously, it does denote a very auspicious date. i will get done what which has to be by then...

hopefully

aron-the-thinking-triplets-and-double-scoops signing out

laxatives on due

2011-12-26T15:53:00.002+08:00

sometimes when im alone in the house, with only me and my sniffling noises made my my nose and the typing sound of the key board,

i get into this thinking and daydreaming mode.

its been so long since i've daydreamed.. like a day ?

but anyway, i was just thinking how difficult it can be to just be who you are and not be afraid of what everyone else thinks of you.

why ?

i love to eat. there are a lot of evidence all over my flabby arms and tummy, not excluding my gigantic thighs that can out rim a tree behind my house.

plus the amount of excess skin i have can help coat two cold kids in the street.

so why am i so concern about what i like to do ?

why is it that i always have to do something about what i am now ? to change it in someway or another ?

do i really think its for the better of my life ?

whats going to happen if i did ? what will be better ? besides a healthier lifestyle, better looks, more eligibility to get attached and steady...

will it make me happy ?

im not sure..

sometimes it feels so cold on a hot day, while my palm burns napalm under the rain.

i feel like an angel with horns, a pointed tail, holding a giant fork which has no apparent meaning other then to poke people.

it feels like snow fell on a lonely night, where all the splendour and beauty was being missed with everyone tucked in tightly asleep

i have thought about it before.. who do i wanna be like when i grow up, how do i wanna look like.

there's always an ideal situation that everyone wants

just then, i saw the baker boy that an auntie at work gave to me for a souvenir one day at work.

it reminded me of how badly i wanted to be a pastry chef before. how much testing and trails and failures i had to go through to create a single product.

how much screaming and torture i had to withstand to earn a place in the kitchen.

it took many fitful sleepless nights before i could get use to kitchen culture

many a times, i also have had nightmares of pots or pans flying at my face

but whats happen now?

why am i slacking off and sliding back now. where has all that enthusiasm gone ? am i becoming an old shell of emptyness..

yes, i know its spelt as emptiness, and i almost wanted to change it, but it just shows how normally human i am to make mistakes all the time.

(partly because im lazy to press the up up left left left left left button to go correct one letter.)

so, if i did press the up and left buttons, i could have saved myself from describing what i just was about to do but did not do anyway.

SHYT ! aron when have you become such a slob. i always thought you were on the ball, always looking for something new to excite you.

but its become such a routine to look for something new that the something new has become a routine.

its no more surprising to see hot custard being poured on a thin layer of chocolate to melt it on the dessert,

so to smell such delectable bouquets from a choice vintage wine

plucking a peach or apricot fresh off a tree has become a done checked item on the list.

so now.. what can further excite me ?

its not that i don't enjoy it. i still do, honestly, i still do fascinate at surprises and love them thoroughly.

but what if there was more to life ?

sigh..

perhaps i need a mate for life.

resolution for the new year no. 3, lose my virgin kiss.

CAN YOU IMAGINE IT ?!?! a 21 year old pig has not even kissed any girl on the lips before..

not even mentioning the fabled french style.

i have fantasised that maybe the miss and i would be sailing a small boat out into the middle of some river and take the first kiss under the pure off-white moon light.

fireflies would be cued to enter the scene, spiralling around the boat creating a magical halo above the sacred merger

a light breeze would swim past and send electrifying goosebumps up my back white she clings on tightly for warmth

where we lay quiet and undisturbed for the evening under a blanket of black canvas dotted with a careless splash of shiny paint spots.

sharing sweet titbits of nothingness inbetween spearmint refreshingly cooling smooches. while savouring the new fragrance she donned just because i once told her i liked how it reminded me of a field of blooming flowers

and it lasted for 30 seconds at the back of my mind until a dust mite decided to crawl up my nostril and tickle the hairs in there making me sneeze.

i have sneeze and farted at the same time before,

but i've never seen anyone sneeze and fart at the same time while laughing and swishing her hair back as if nothing happened then adjusting the seat and checking if maybe that fart-like noise came from the chair..

right..

so its the new year soon in 5 more days.

what will it be
that champions my opinions
tingles my desires
fondles with my ponders
and distinct my instinct
let thy wings
shield my eyes from the evil glare
and lift my feet
from shattered pebbles
for i am nobody worthy
but everything curtly

take heed my friends that the empire of PuFFs will be upon you in a matter of moments unknown.

til then, stick safe and waddle cautiously. wink*

aron-the-high-and-mighty-beef-pork-pie signing out

the 21st christmas

2011-12-24T11:09:00.002+08:00

i just came home from work a few hours ago when i was thinking about how different the next year is going to be.

what will i do to make a difference

what will happen that will make a difference in me..

will my life change ? will i be a new person ? will i look different ?

this friend o' mine, darpig, did a photo collage of... duh, me.. in a birthday booklet.

i was wondering how he got the pictures of me from a decade ago, when they suddenly look very familiarly lame..

yes, they were from the first few blog posts that i posted.

and then he took and pasted all the pictures from many years back all the way to the most recent ones and i can really see a lot of difference..

last time, i used to be some rolly polly with breasts,

now im not as fat, but still with breasts.

there was a survey conducted in singapore and up to 60% of males going for plastic surgery do liposuction and chest fat removal.

do so many singaporean males have moobs too ?

another friend of mine said that it was because my mother took a lot of tonics that help to boost female hormones and therefore, went into the baby as well..

it does explain the breasts and serveral other things...

but is a bit too shameful to write here..

IM IN LOVE WITH THE CREAMPUFFFF

ugh. said it.. its like a load of fats off my chest, literally..

and then comes the christmas season for my 21st time. its goin to be awesome, or it should have been, until i was on duty yesterday.

sis and i were supposed to prepare a roasted lamb dish with pistachios and chocolate and it all sounded so grand and exciting.

then i was notified that i had to do duty..

and sis is on call duty

bro is no where to be found, maybe with my future sis in law ? :P wadever

ANYWAY, so we have a plan for tonight. i carved a watermelon the day before for mom's party yesterday and she decided that it would look nice on our christmas table as well.

so yes, thats my contribution to tonight's dinner :D

and and and..

the biggest surprise of all, we got an IPAD2 for mommy and daddy !!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

its so exciting to even think about it.. its not because of the present, its because of the price.. its so darn expensive.

but i do hope they will use it.

my mom has an iphone4, but she uses it for calls and sms only. dad has one too.... but im not sure why we need internet on our phones when we can use it on our coms

ok, coms are not portable enough, so we have one handheld portable internet plus phone. but its so laggy...

nvm, im not that into techy stuff anyway.

so main point is, im wishing on this white christmas

that the next year, and the others to come,

will be as exciting and entertainingly enjoyable

or why not more than this year.

aron-the-off-to-sleighing signing out

super cooooool

2011-12-20T21:16:00.003+08:00

this can be the greatest idea for an entrance to my restaurant/bakery in the future if i have any.

passionately tough

2011-12-20T20:32:00.002+08:00

this is a picture by =popoks, straightly named emotions.

this evening, when i was on my way home from work, i was just innocently sipping my awesome grape red tea and minding my business when i suddenly heard a shout from behind

"YOU BETTER STOP RUNNING AROUND OR... OR I WON'T BUY YOUR DINNER !!"

just nice, it was directly behind me and i didn't turn around as i was quite tired and lazy to do so.

it also turned out i was just nice in between the commotion behind me and a long queue of people waiting for the bus in front of me, so it looked as if they were staring at me.

i took the opportunity to showcase my juggling and fire breathing skills while pasting a word on their foreheads 'kaypoh'

but think about it..

i can still remember that the first thing that comes out of my parents mouth if im not behaving is... drum rolls*

'rattan'

i get such a rattanophobia from them when they always threaten to take it out. thats where i learnt the name of a very useful wood that can be used to make nice chairs and a very dangerous weapon.

once, my maid whacked me until the rattan cane broke.

i felt quite relieved and happy until she brought out the second one she had in the store room for situations like that...

sigh...

anyway, so what are the new aged parents going for now ? the striking of fear into a child's mind by not feeding him/her ?

there have been many research and articles about the abuse of a child can lead to the child's wayward mental capabilities and stuff and cheeem stuff

then think about how would not feeding your child affect him in the future ?

but there's the famous saying: "spare the rod and spoil the child, wear the rod and tear the child."

no, i creatively added the last part, which i personally think is very accurate.

so i believe that the parents of age should come up with a convention on how much is too much punishment for a child on what terms.

there should be rules of engagement for engaging the child in an unforgettable event that might change their life path choices

and thus creating an increase in fairness and equality for every mother's child.

did anyone think of that in the past ?

NOO...

did anyone actually suffer and is any worse than the anyone else now ?

NOO... on the contrary, the old ways and systems actually creates a greater sense of awareness for oneself.

it leads to a higher level of endurance, perseverance and achievement.

now, kids are just getting it too easy. they should be justly tortured and brutally taught the appropriate lessons early before jump starting their adult hood.

i know you are getting very confused right now.. what is this lame person going on about ?

who's side is he on anyway ??

why is he talking in this 3rd person point of view ????!!!

WHAT THE CRAPPPPPPPP !!

ok, to clear all doubts and questions, what is the meaning of... life.

ARGHHHHHHH !! Pulls hair out from my nose*

ouch*

but no, i didn't really do that because it is really painful as i have tried it before.

innovatively creating a change of subject route*

and so, to conclude, i would like to say that my peels grapes and apple cubes cream puff was pretty much a good success. due to the balanced sweet notes from the pastry cream and the sour stings from the jelly.

the ganache shavings was not bad too. considering the amount of work done to it to make it so smooth and easily meltable when put in the mouth

ugh... its so delectable i almost regret leaving it in ale's house as i doubt her family would finish it anyway..

i might find it in an incineration plant in a couple of days.

aron-the-pointlessly-heading-through-the-shurbs signing out

packed

2011-12-18T09:03:00.003+08:00

yes, im into laughing babies again...

hahahahahahhha, i know it lame, but its extremely cute, funny and all too adorable.

who wouldn't want a pair like them ?

if only i could package them in some fedex box and send them over to my place just for entertainment..

aron-the-packed-life signing out

stop motion picture

2011-12-15T15:17:00.002+08:00

its that feeling that you have to chooose between a high sugared item like a cake or a high natural sugar item like a plate of grapes and oranges..

i took both.

so now im a little sugar rushed and eager to climb the ceilings...

i don't think i've grown up anyway.

aron-the-living-in-a-constant signing out

transforming

2011-12-14T21:14:00.003+08:00

i always thought that after every year, i would feel some change.

there has gotta be some change with every new year i have been through, its like a new skill learnt when something gains another level.

its like an evolution when you reach a certain age.

and for the species called human, most believe that it is during the 21st year. archeologist professor Noracious has more indepth coverage of the story..
for the past two centuries and a day, people like me... mainly, not like you... have been set to believe that the most favourable age any person can stay forever at is the age of the 2 and 1.

its the choice amount to garner when playing the game black jack,

probably the best points to earn when you don't weally want to get into a JC, but dun mind, but rather find a good poly with cool curriculum..

and then its the age where R21 movies are legal and even the act of watching someone play at a 3 card poker game in las vegas is allowed..

the card dealer behind the counter actually asked me to: "go run off to mummy."

i turned and said: "yes i will (wink*)".

but nonetheless, he can't get any more rude. perhaps switching on the PA system and announcing it to the whole hotel might be worse, but i was so fortunate he didn't do that.

still, i thought turning the platinum age would mean a change in my life, a thought process maturing, a physical build strengthening or a hormonal hurricane.

but...

it just felt like another day, with a lunch and a dinner and a bed time...

on a normal day, i skip all just for work.. work and bloody work.

so, i went in search of what actually was missing.

i tried adopting a baby from Africa, but i'd figure that i wouldn't have the finance enough to support a child, i cannot provide breast milk and my parents might freak out.

then i planned on creating a software where people can just easily type a word into it and then click enter to view all sorts of information about it. OH AND BY THE WAY, yes its called google, not yahoo or all the others..

humans say : "go google it" around 90% more then "hey lets so yahoo that things man.."

finally i realised..

actually the change is not just a ripe when its time thing. it requires patience, attention and skill to create a change.

it take a willing heart and an open mind to accept that a change is in order before change can occur.

sometimes we change when we don't even know it because its the environment thats influencing us, making us think we have to fit in.

thats until we return to our square one or get thrown into another situation where we find out how much we have changed.

some change willingly because they feel its for the best of their health, life or happiness. some change.. just for the fun of it..

i love to change what i eat for breakfast. i do not like eating the same thing for the whole week.

neither do i enjoy going back to the same restaurant for a whole year.

if it was extremely good, i might only tolerate the same menu for perhaps a month...

too much of a good thing isn't all that good anyway.

i just catch sight of a youtube video which introduces that to get fit fast would be to watch your diet. cut out all forms of sugar in your meals..

equals to cut out sweet drinks, cakes, pastries, candies and all that stuff which i love..

ouh. its like cutting out my heart and then feeding it to a pack of wild sloths.. taking their own sweet time to slowly tear at my heart.

any old how, whether its a change in diet, a change in fashion, a change in location, its still a change that i myself have to start with... well me.

aron-the-metamorphing-into-a-pegasus signing out

over aged

2011-12-13T20:51:00.002+08:00

yesterday was a good day.

just that im not sure if that is what it feels to turn the sacred big old one and twenty.

to celebrate, of course i've invited most of my friends, family and family friends.

then there was someone who was pretty new and very excited to meet me, one of my newest fans.

hahahahhaaahah, sooooo cute !!

im not sure why, but she absolutely loved the idea of sitting on cushion on a rattan chair..

then when my cousin put her on the floor, she started grumbling in baby language, until they put her back on her throne.

hahahahahhhha

anyway, she is just too cute.

once, she asked me what i did for a living, and i told her all about the army and stuff. she got so interested that she decided to stay singaporean for the rest of her lives until my cousin came in and forced her to drink some milk.

of couse, im also very grateful to my whole family for being there, all their racy lame and over exaggerating jokes.

school was tough, but extremely manageable and fun with people like them..

then the every mother's son thingy that stole most of my time..

this last group is interesting, my parent's church friends who treated me to dinner at the french kitchen.

god bless them all

aron-the-over-aged signing out

so what now... again

2011-12-11T22:07:00.002+08:00

yesterday, my frens really gave me some pretty nice notes.

thanks to everyone and really every single one, including the little cockroach that taught me the courage to kill it.

thanks to everyone for building this me after the past 21 years and hopefully for another 2 or 3 times of what i've been through already.

today at church, the pastor was opening his speech with a part to give thanks. give thanks for everything.

the piano started playing in G Major, the soothing and melodic notes coo-ed through the sanctuary.

it evoked images of all the fun and times i had with all them peeps from secondary school (which was the first time i went out with friends) before then, i didn't know there was such a thing as hanging out with friends...

all that super cool cooking and stuff in poly (which was the first time i have been so proud of making a whole meal by myself.) before then, i only make cookies and cheesecake..

then came the marchin' and driving and all the extremely crazy chasing and laughing with the lamest guys (which was the first time i stayed in the same room with 10 other guys for more then a day) also, it was the first time i made a friend, and wanted to strangle him to death on the second day.

ah,

then the words from the notes swam through my mind

creating imagery of all that was past

a menagerie of crystal memories so pure and innocent

piling together a melange of emotions and nostalgia

then came the first tear.

haha, it was so awkward to cry then and there. i wasn't sad, i wasn't experiencing immense pleasure either...

just a sense of gratitude and heartfelt warmness.

it was like... i felt important for a little while..

haha. that wasn't too bad an emotion, to feel important.

i watched this movie on the plane ride back from korea, 'the help' staring emma stone.

there was this helper who taught a baby girl to say every single day: "i is smart, i is nice, i is important."

it was so sad that when the helper was being fired for racial scare reasons, she cried while asking the baby what she was taught..

"you is smart, you is nice and you is important. always remember that baby."

that part was quite sad..

but im gonna make my baby say that every single day next time: "i is smart, i is nice, i is important and i will love daddy more then mummy"

HAHAHAHHA, no lah, i'll give her an equal chance of brainwashing our baby next time..

and theres another part to the story.

just after i have finished reading both the booklets full of dramatic love snipets and remarks and whatnots, i opened a note my e-ma gave me

e-ma is the name i call my eldest auntie. btw, fyi

so the card goes like this:

'God created you and gave you
special gifts to make a way
for His best in your life...
to share with others
His many blessings

...and to fill a place in the world
that no one else can.'

the whole book that supremely lovely huixin compiled which i think she would name 'i'm glad you were born' was filled with notes from everyone with a note on why they were glad i was born..

i always wanted to feel as if i could make a small difference in everyone's life just by being around.

hopefully i did..

and then the whole booklet which consisted of a single page about the threat of rattata, plus the other whole of book about stuff really was quite dramatic.

i don't know... i don't know a lot of things, but i'd love to know if i really did make a change in your life..

it makes me feel sorta useful.

haha, kinda like such a loserish emotic boy in one corner with a don't disturb me signboard.

sometimes it just feels that way..

but then again, the irony of the situation is that i don't like being responsible for a change because i cannot guarantee anything.

who knows i have made a change in your life, just not one that improved it..

im afraid of people relying on me to do something, to produce something. its also the same darn thing that makes me feel so... charged up and energized to be able to meet the challenge.

my 20th year is about to come to an end in a couple of hours, i just haven't done all i wanted as a youngster thats below legal age.

its just like a hibernating squirrel that has been rudely awakened by a bunch of lumber jacks releasing a bunch of bees into the slumbering moon of the lonely whistling wind.

yes, its just a bunch of randomness add to a background of random.

also, i haven't dunked darpig's face into a pot of boiling mee siam sauce for making fun of mOmmy.

aron-the-starlit-candle-bright-battlefield signing out

swirl of soul

2011-12-08T21:08:00.003+08:00

this few days i've been having much more time to blog and stuff...

no. 1: because i have no more animes that do interest me to watch

WOAH !! you might say, but im not sure why... usually i would rush home to catch the next episode of a couple, if not, a bunch of animes im following..

no. 2: its the kind of thing that when you have not done for a long while and then suddenly start on one, it becomes quite addictive and fun, until you reach another point where you find it quite pointless...

and then another few weeks later, you pull yourself together to try it once more, AND BAM !

the fun part comes back.

its like a piece of drug, that you can tire off after a while of usage.

this piece of art is called soul born.

its pretty nice, but i catch no ball from the name...

to me, its like a tidal wave of life. as colorful as life can get, there will always be rough patches and periods.

its never going to be an easy jog round the park, but it could just well be an enjoyable sprint up a steep mountain to finally reach the pinnacle and experience the sense of achievement and amazement of the scenery.

of course, when people get bored of the scene, thinking it will always be there the next day, never changing...

thats where they slack and start going back down to things more familiar, proper shelter, sources of convenience and entertainment..

then they wonder...

what's happening ?

it isn't easy going back up the second time after all the stress and fatigue from the first climb already.

but only the more perservering people make it someway up, while the most determined make it there again.

some, the ones that most people outcasts for being too different in thinking and actions might build their houses there.

people will call them crazy, for creating a home on the cold, less appreciative area. but they don't believe the talks and gossips.

they make things happen, they create food where others couldn't imagine possible. they built lovely homes when others could only dream of.

they inspire lives, while others just get envious..

its a lot to think about, and its making me tired.

maybe thinking should be on my list of things-to-do-seldom so that i do not need to stress too much and go with the flow..

i've had a friend, who thinks a lot.

she thinks a lot about life, about the next year, next month, the next day. what she should wear, where should she go.

she thinks a lot about another person as well.

with thinking comes imagination. thus bringing forth situations and possibilities that we think might only be an 'if' equation.

a great sense of pride, sarcastic humour, unease, insecureness and panariod-instincts mixes to produce the worst case scenarios that are only alive in the ocean of minds.

until one day she decided to stop thinking too much, it kinda did her good.

she let more of herself reveal, opened up more enthusiastically without too much fear of being hurt.

and found another person to think about.

but im sure she learnt her lesson to use her brain less often.

aron-the-teacher-in-lesson signing out

funny faces

2011-12-07T20:06:00.002+08:00

just now when i was on the train home with of them peeps, i caught one of them doing something suspicious.

he was puffing his cheeks, then sticking out his tongue while scringing his face, then making the fish eye balled face.

i stared for another second before asking

"hey j.k. you seducing a baby or what ?"

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. the response he gave me was so funny. it was as if i caught him red handed kissing a girl or something

he blushed slightly, then tried laughing it off while brushing his hair, and fidgeting alot.

hahahhahahahah.

and this cinnamon buns are really pretty cooool...

while on the way back also, new boss obiwan kenobi asked me why i didn't smile much..

so you all normally go home together ?
were you a JC boy?
oh, you poly one ah..
you don't talk much isit ?
you got friends one anot ?

and then he had to add in a "im really scared leh. hahahhaa, im really scared if you don't have friends, hahahaha.."

the laughing wasn't even called for in this kind of situations.

and i implied from the situation that he thinks im a boring loser psycopath that is a uber loner that talks to myself in one corner of a dark attic while scratching on the walls and counting the number of hairs i have on my hand...

IS THAT IT ?!?!

no, he still had to ask me 'smile leh ? comeon, smile one.'

adding on to the list, he thinks im a slow learner who doesn't quite understand english or how to control my facial expressions.

on another note, im trying to make something like this:

though i doubt i would be able to achieve anything close to it..

but gimme just 2 points for effort and another 1 for the effort to try.. haha..

haiz..

meh... im just thinking of how i can just runaway from this lifetime of worries..

aron-the-worming-deeper-into-graveled-problems signing out

better be butter

2011-12-06T20:42:00.003+08:00

the joy of giving
knows no bounds.
the limit of sharing
casts no fences.

once, i asked my father at the wet market

me: "what's the most you would give a poor man ?"
dad: "maybe the loose change in my pocket ?"
me: "no maximum amount ?"
dad: "er... about $2 like that.."
me: "why $2 only ?"
dad: "ok lah ok lah, about $3..."
me: "ok..."

i was only short of telling him i spent $50 to buy 2 packets of tissue packets. but was it worth it ?

i don't know...

did it really save that old man, or was it just encouraging a bad habit.

with another couple of days, its another year past in my life, what have i learnt in the past few years ?

then again,

not everything in life is a learning point. most are just checkpoints of maturity.

everyone is becoming more and more matured as the years go by equals to they are becoming more and more boring..

last sunday when i was doing duty, i was searching youtube for cartoons, looking through deviantart for cute stuff while my assisstant was using his BB.

i was quite curious about what he was reading because he seemed quite serious so i asked him..

when he told me, i immediately closed all the windows and opened one new page..

channel news asia..

ARGHHHHHH !!!

then in the next year, babies will be picking up newspapers to read about the current affairs of the world.

toddlers will be 'playing' with the financial stock markets and teenagers will be building companies and running businesses.

everyone is growing too fast.

WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY SEE IT ??!!

or am i just the only one that is lagging behind..

i once had a friend, who would run after me, chase me like some enraged old uncle in one minute and then strangling me like some lunatic.

making all that messed up faces and then making fun of anyone around. he would get angry very easily, but turn back to normal as easily.

the way he talks is funny, the way he walks is funny. he was such an entertainment.

but with just 4 short months of responsibilities and burdens, he changed quite a lot.

it was a very sudden change, or it was just a long period since we met.

perhaps im not as enthusiastic about change after all.

if its good the way it was, why try to make it better when theres a chance of creating a mess ?

but the question in the riddle is what if it does get better ?

prof. Aron refuses to answer the question for he is well profoundly challenged. i would still dash into change expecting the best, anticipating the worst.

every new day is another different day where i have the chance to change something

im still aiming for creating a change in this world that the world would never have imagined without me around.

aron-the-confessing-on-the-rim-of-a-maritni-glass signing out

cola turmoil

2011-12-03T16:42:00.002+08:00

why is it always that coca cola wins pepsi ?

is that an implicating question ? i didn't imply that coca cola wins all the time, neither did i try to say that pepsi sucks,

but i believe everyone knows..

ANYWAY, yesterday i got a nice text..

it goes like:

'yo aron, sorry to trouble you with all the calls. thanks a lot man,wouldn't know what to do without your help.'

hahahahahhahaha, it obviously made me beam.

BEAM ME UP SCOOOOOTTTIIIEEE !!

so there was a common problem that i have been solving for the many months past, and just nice my colleague had to experience it first time first hand.

but just as it made me flutter in my intestines, it also made me remember some sad past..

i remember in a far away country where i only had one friend i could count on, where the nights were chilly, the days were hard work.

i went through the hell bent work of assisting the chef first. i got all the screaming and slamming and stuff first.

then i got used to it and tried to do as much as possible.

after a couple of months, the duties changed and my friend went on to his fate. of course he asked me for help because i have done it before.

of course i helped because i know how difficult it is.

and he said something like:

'woah.. that was super shag. i wouldn't know what i would have become without your help... you can always come to me if you need help..'

right.....

as it happens, there were and would never be any free lunch unless it came from yourself first..

as the movie 'apple of my eye' has clearly stated.

there are many things in life that does not reward persistent hard work, instead it just goes down the drain..

but, as it has come to pass, im quite happy that someone needed my help and i could be of service.

it also brings me back to another time, when i was slicing meat with a friend in a cold kitchen with just the two of us.

i have sliced meat before, i have been cut before, so i was prepared.

within the first 5 minutes of the machine being on, she sliced her knuckle skin off and started panicing and half screaming.

i took out my plaster from my pocket and dressed her wound as i would normally do my own.

she was very surprised at how calm i could have been and was very grateful, but i guess after a few hours, i was partly forgotten..

the incident was never mentioned again...

its not that im seeking rewards or a compensation. i doubt i deserve them anyway for doing the most menial tasks that i have done before.

but.... i don't know...

i just feel empty..

like...

perhaps...

(giggles nervously*)

CHANGES SUBJECT LIKE THE HURRICAN KATHRINA MEETING EARTHQUAKE MOO MOO.

so its come the time of the year again when im going to grow another level. YIPEEEE !!

sometimes i like the changes that happens after time, but im not sure if i can adapt fast enough to that many changes.

a new crazy boss,
crazy new system,
and calling my clerk and i idiots to another person just behind our backs, like literally just standing behind us...

and then 2 minutes later, he sprawls on my table and asks: "so how mr ho ? hows things at your side ?"

if i could, not that i would, i might smash his bucked teeth in his mouth.

ok, so he is only 24 years old, he just came back from further studies overseas and has the highest rank in town.

but the way he talks to everyone including those who have been around for years is just unacceptably obnoxiously cocky.

cocky, sarcastic and the way he oogles his eye balls in your face and that cunning sarcastic smile with the bucked teeth while he whispers how stupidly ignorant you are.

and then pull back and say: "right ?"

as if you have to agree to how dumb and insignificant your life force on this planet could have been.

and his final speech for the day was about how he wants to just do the best for everyone..

then again,

thinking about it further, i guess having him around could really change the attitude of all the drivers, men and even the superiors.

thankfully some of my superiors tremble when he approaches.

god, just keep me out of his reach... please....

aron-the-ice-hearted-teddy signing out

normal

2011-12-01T20:19:00.000+08:00

i just remembered that this blog's name since 2006 is 'confessions of a chef wannabe', but there isn't much about food here.

it just goes to show that chefs like anyone else is actually pretty normal.

just like a sergeant, that person with that rank is also actually a very normal person just for your information.

he is by no means a superhuman.

please do take note that he does not have more lives, nor more of anything much then you.

but then again, just imagine a normal you with a million tons of burden and your own problems on his shoulders.

aron-the-really-is-not-the-solution-to-all-problems-of-this-earth

angels planted the CCTV

2011-11-27T16:03:00.003+08:00

this is an old song, but i love it. i remember hearing it first time when i was in genting last year.

ok, a year ago isn't that old actually, but its a nice song.

today in church, the pastor was talking about being awake and aware. and he specifically used the example of people who might doze of or go into autopilot mode when they are driving...

right...

how can i get so coincidental. its either some angel attached a CCTV on my head and knew what i was doing.

it felt so... real. i don't know how to explain.

at least i know that there is someone watching over me and know how im doing and what im going through.

a few days back in camp, i was chatting with my fren. (it appears i always chat with people in camp, but im also doing work while chatting. not slacking off)

(maybe just slacking off a bit... ... )

so, i was chatting with him, and i was telling him about the day after the accident, i still had to go back to camp in the middle of the night.

there was this guy who woke me up when we reached clementi shopping centre. normally i would stop there too, but there was another stop to the bus station.

i didn't know how he knew i wanted to get down at that stop, but he just thought he did.

then my fren told me if i believed in guardian angels. i asked him if they were furry, cuddly and somesort of in a ball shape with soft fluffy wings that go fuff* when they flap.

maybe they did carry a harp, a bow and arrow, plus a disposable halo in their magical pouches.

my fren gave me the cold stare and ignored me for a few minutes.

hahahahahhhahaha.

but its a real world with real problems.

thank goodness im still here.

aron-the-thankfully-grateful signing out

life = risks

2011-11-25T07:03:00.002+08:00

did you know that for every second you blink your eye, is another second you lose.

for every minute you close your eyes, is another minute you don't see

for every time you turn away, is another time you miss

what am i talking about ? something subjective that can be applied to almost anything so that when anyone reads it might think it applies to their life,

but it really isn't about anything in particular.

those people just like to think too much and make too much sense out of everything they can find.

i bet you are one of them. YES YOU, don't you dare dodge or look behind you cause im talking ABOUT YOU !!!!!!!

thats the true meaning of their lives - making sense.

but does the whole world have to make sense for it to be 'livable'. nothing makes much sense no matter how much everyone tries to decipher.

its a matter of how you perceive them that counts really.

heart-breaks are rarely understandable. it happens as quickly as it ends. no one deserves it, everyone gets it.

is it worth it ?

usually i would ask that question when people get into a ditch hole trying to dig out their eyes with tears.

what did you earn from it ?

is that a right question ? you ask me.. if you got into a relationship or business and right from the start, feel like you are on the losing end, whats the point anyway ?

how long do you need to get back to life ?

finally, it has happened. will you moan the rest of your life ?

this is a video of people who failed, got rejected but actually did succeed

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who ever knew that such a thing was possible. without failure, their wouldn't be pressure.

without pressure there wouldn't be the drive and strive to work harder.

without the drive, there wouldn't be the passion or thought of achieving a goal.

without a goal, we are just heading nowhere.

so someone once asked me too: "did your almighty god (sarcastically) and whatever you call him also create all the bad things that happened to me ?"

yes, i told him.

"why ?"

i cannot quite answer on anyone's behalf, because i myself am stumped by the question. but there is always a reason for everything.

i.e. just last week i got into an accident because i was too darn tired on the wheels. what i got was a suspension from driving til further notice or a re-orientation.

within this week, there were so many details that were lacking drivers and so many times have they asked me and i am grateful that i can say.

"oh... er... i still suspended leh... how ?"

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA, it feeeeeeeels quite good to slither away from responsibility when it really isn't yours to carry.

and recently, i found that i should just calm down in any situation.

it works best to better think of a solution and it shows other people that i am in control.

my superiors ask me 'how come evertime you have that calm stern face when you come meeting ? i don't know whether you are happy or not..'

i told them 'work is work, mind your own bloody business, if you actually have any..'

HAHAHAHAHHAHA, of course not. (yes, i always say things which i would like to, but dare not)

but this emotionless face is very important because it prevents the other party from deceiving you through what they think you might be swayed by.

i have a colleague at work who only cares to focus on the problem. he would nag and nag and nag about how bad the situation is,

'did you know ah, that if you keep on doing this then this and this and this....'

i find it quite childishly LAMEEE really..

when people just harp on the problem. i want to smash their noses, uppercut and finally aduken their whimpering faces.

it shows how little their brain is working to solve the problem then to concentrate on the problem.

thats why from young, we have been trained to do problem solving questions. but how many people actually do solve the problem ?

i admit that sometimes i do that when i lose control of myself.

but i cannot say that im perfect either... i have flaws, i make mistakes, i am human by the way.

sometimes my drivers would forget that fact that even though i might be a small rank higher, im still human.

the rank does not imbue hidden potential and strength in me.

if only it could be like a spider bite, and i wake up with 8pack abs and ultrahuman abilities.

but how often does it happen ? only in london maybe ?

aron-the-questioning-humanity signing out

the altered mindset

2011-11-22T20:03:00.005+08:00

as i was eating my steamed century egg in normal egg egg that auntie cooked, i was wondering how is it that i like to eat this kind of thing ?

i mean its been soaked in some urine for 10 years,

set to rot and ferment for so long,

its almost smells like some people at work after their run as well..

why do i like it so ?

that question is not easy to answer. i like its silky texture in the mouth, followed by a slight pungent sting at the top of tongue, then accompanied by a sharp acidity on the cheeks, before the saliva comes in to mingle with the black goodness, metabolising the protein to sweetness and finally it runs down the throat smooth.

its a mysterious thing of the past as to why they wanted to leave the eggs in horse urine or a horse stumbled into a hen's nest and pee'd on its eggs.

how did some a delicacy come to be in the first place.
this morning, my clerk and i were discussing about the effects of this thing called placebo. i bet some people do not know this term, so let professor aron shed the light on you poor things.

ok,

so from what i understand,

a placebo is like when a person or a patient is given some stuff to eat or drink, or perhaps some action was done on them which has no relation to the condition that the person is suffering from.

the placebo effect is with the person or patient beliveing that it actually works and then the brains works the body to do the miracle.

perhaps, one example could be the electrotherapy that i have gone through that was said to have helped my electolites or whatever electrisomething in my body stabilise

it wasn't helping, i believed it wasn't helping, therefore it does not work.

another example was displayed on myth busters, when there were two groups of people, one group were given vitamin c sweets, thinking it was a new brand of painkillers they were testing.

they were treated with some pain from shocks and the group that ate the vitamin pills believed they felt no pain whatsoever because of the pills effects. the other was being mentally and physically tortured.

so this placebo effect thing where mind is greater than matter really works, anything is practically possible.

last time i always had this thought, you are what you eat.

so when i drink water, i will tell the water to be good, to wash out all the excess oil in my body, wash away some fats on the way down as well.

im not sure if it actually works, but it does sound quite lame now.

BUT NO,

if it actually did work, i could have somehow made my mind think i was drinking something which would create a reaction in the body to reject fat and build muscles.

that would be the solution to whatever problems we might have anymore.

we can eat something that we believe will provide us with clearer vision, enhanced brain functions, quick muscle regeneration, sudden growth spurts.

but why does it only work on the selected lucky few ?

El Bulli is a restaurant that i have been utterly fascinated about. and i believe im not the only one.

it warps the mind and wraps it around ideas that are just unthinkable.

are they the masterminds of placebos too ?

aron-the-putting-the-mind-to-it signing out

erotically innocent

2011-11-20T18:30:00.002+08:00

this morning, my mother was trying to contact some spa centre in bishan park to book her appointment and stuff..

so she asked: " i would like to know about this... erotic coconut spa treatment..."
and the conversation went on and on until when she was going to finish,

she asked again: "so this erotic coconut spa is good right ?"

there was a slight pause, then she thanked the lady and hung up..

she started laughing then told my father: "haha, all the way i thought it was erotic coconut spa treatment when it was exotic coconut spa treatment.. so paiseh.."

my father: "haha, if it was erotic, i wouldn't bring you along.."

i went 'ughh..' well done to dad for saying the best things at the best situations.......

last thursday, i met with an accident.

yes, you didn't read wrongly.. i got into an accident and im still alive at home. my fans do not need to worry.

last week has actually been a very stressful week also. on monday, we suddenly had a lot of customers requesting for a lot of stuff and we couldn't satisfy all of them.

that was hard enough.

then there were a lot of servicings that needed to be done, and the absence of any regulars help, plus some outsider calling every 5 minutes to chase me for some document.

monday i had to drive to sembawang to collect something and reached back at 10pm. to camp, not home, so i slept in camp on a chair.

tuesday i had to cover a driver's detail because there was no one else. reached back at 9:30, in camp, so i slept in the chair again...

wednesday i finally had time to get home before anyone called me back. i didn't sleep too well, was still troubled by work.

finally came thursday, when i had to do work and found out i was to go for a last minute detail.

trying to cram as much work to complete in the morning was not easy. i still got calls from that outsider chasing me.

'oh why didn't you just provide him the darn document ?'

no... the army is not as simple as it seems. it takes 1987435283746298 procedures to get one ** thing done.

(wanted to write 'one bloody thing', but it might be termed as too offensive)

so, i went for the detail anyway.

even along the way, he was still calling. office people were also calling me about some office stuff.

its not that im complaining about the work even though its almost as much work as could have been done in 5 years,

but its still work i know.

it has to be done, but i can't.

i'd rather they sooner take the responsibility badge off my chest (literally) and give it to some person who thinks the extra money comes easy.

sigh.. and then it happened. the details of the event is not to be revealed because it is pretty much case sensitive.

as with every other information.

and stuff and stuff and bloody stuff..

on a brighter note, yesterday when we went drinking, darpig said something which was a little queer..

it might be because he was semi-drunk, but he said: "i wish my children would come out to become like you.."

i told him: "wait til you find a girl first."

me gave the 'meh...' face and went on his own business moo-ing and rolling in mud.

it kinda made me feel somewhat happy. hahahahhahahaha.

OH COME ON.

i bet you would feel happy if someone praised you too. i liked being praised. notice the past tense..

i liked being praised until i found out that it was one of the ways bosses use to manipulate people to do work..

'you are so proficient that i cannot entrust this job to anyone else but you..'

and then you discover that it was only to brew coffee every morning. but its good. its an opportunity to brew the world's best coffee for your boss that he would die if he didn't get to smell your coffee for one single morning.

that was just an illustration, but not all things are that simple to accomplish either..

there was one such person in my poly days who was full of praises as well. she liked to praise everyone, and she kinda meant it.

people mistook it for sarcasm or over friendliness and slightly avoided her or mocked her.

i found her quite genuine.

she really was a joy to talk to, being utterly innocent and a handful ignorant, but still gave her honest responses and feedback.

once, she praised one of my artworks of the genting scene and it made me feel really happy.

i treat her like a sister i might never have, she treated me like a brother.

now, we hardly ever contact.

and then that was it.. how sad...

aron-the-counting-the-falling-stars signing out

2011-11-10T20:14:00.002+08:00

so then, the baby bear said to the papa bear, 'i've got enuff of ya'll old dam oats, i wanna some'tin neuw.'

papa bear picked baby bear up, said his last goodbyes and pushed him into the zoo.

never have they heard baby bear complain for he fear what's worse.

that was just a little random... still, im not sure where im going with it.

yesterday after i went to a doze-off mode, i thought about life. why on earth do i need to work so hard for a company that doesn't care ?

so i figured, i could change my face with some 'perfect face stem cells' and then run into hiding.

where did i hear that from ??

there's this fren of mine at the work place today who was talking about how wonderful stem cells are.

you could cure paralysis with just one injection, induce skin rejuvenation cells into patients with scars and so on.

then another person went on into enlarging their manhood, which led to hitler having only one ball, which led to how germams salute, which led to hand gestures and it kinda got very out of topic...

so coming back to the main point, if we could get the right genes, mix it with some stem cells and inject our faces, we could all have perfect faces, then accompanied by perfect bodies and finally, character.

if only huh ?

but wad is perfection ?

i think i heard this from some movie, or drama, i forgot... but it goes like this.

in the search for perfection,
you found there's no such thing,
but lost the one who was perfect for you.

in actual fact, there's no perfect person.

but jeeeeeez, who talks like that anymore. everyone has a different perception of what perfect might mean.

having a hot, thick and tasty bowl of soup on a cold autumn's night like we had in SanF was super satisfying and the perfect way to end the night.

maybe... just maybe perfect might mean that there is no other way to get any better then the standard set.

but perfect isn't all that fun anyway.

just having breath of life is perfect enough for now...

aron-the-finding-satisfactantilising-life signing out

is it just me ?

2011-11-08T17:04:00.002+08:00

is it just me ? or are ang mohs like walking skyscrapers beside asians...

anyway, just back from a trip to faraway land. my parents asked what i would miss on the last day of the trip.

of course i would miss not have to go back to work, leading a carefree life with an unlimited amount of resources to spare.

but, that however only happens if i do strike a lottery.

on the plane, i was watching a show called 'the tuche family' i think. its about this really poor, but super happy family that has a small house which forces them to do nothing much but be in each other's company, have meals together every day and enjoys being unemployed.

one day, the mother striked lottery of 100million dollars. they move to monacco, buy a huge house, find new friends. everyone is busy, everyone has something else to do.

the mother said: "i don't understand, we have so much money, we have everything, but there's something missing.."

oh...... how true....

anyway, if only i could fly over these canyons...
so just now, i went to cut my hair at QB house. i have been there a few times, but didn't really notice the equipment.

for one, they have a vaccum cleaner to suck up all the loose hair.

after my cut, the lady was using the vaccum cleaner and started with the top of my head

then she literally just fitted it on my ear. it was stuck for that milli second and i was so afraid it might just have been sucked into the machine.

with a strong tug, the lady pulled the vaccum snake free and i could hear again..

so scary..

main point is, after the trip, i have bought some pretty cool presssssssssssssssies, so if you think you deserve one and i just nice have one, do collect it before it starts to rot.

aron-the-dreaming-of-leaving signing out

2011-10-26T16:57:00.002+08:00

good afternoon and HAPPY DEEPAVALI TO EVERYONE !!

i remember, when i was on a taxi once, the taxi driver drove past geylang serai i think, then conmmented:

'WHY the government got SOOOOO much money to put up all THEEEEESE decorations but got NOOOOOOOT enough money for us ?'

i sat behind and gave the 'mm'... because i didn't know what else to say, or incase it might spark some political riot or lawsuits.

anyway, this is the skin from the side of my big toe..

isn't it a work of art ??

im not sure.. it was peeling off like the wall paper off some old wall and my fingers went straight to work.

VOILA, an arrow shaped skin emerged.

hahahahhaha. i was quite fascinated by it at first, looking and turning it, while my maid was walking up and down the stairs with a basket of clothes.

i think she thinks im crazy.

BUT WHO CARES !??!

so, i do so dred going back to work just because theres no one there that is dedicated enough to want to do any work.

maybe not no one. a few people only.

still, it demoralises me and i cannot stand it. neither can i just go up to them and flip their cups o' cafe on their balding heads and laugh..

drama mama. every where there is drama, there has to be people to clean up the act. the victim-so-called regrets his actions but has to suffer the consequences in a deranged dungeon, literally.

apparently, it caused quite an interest in many people.

weird how people love to watch others in dire times of desperation do the darnest things.

aron-the-hoping-for-the-ode-to-joy signing out

priceless

2011-10-25T22:18:00.002+08:00

just coming back from a land of 4 million motorbikes and a thousand more grumpy faces and then rushing back to work is just the worst feeling ever...
but have you ever had the pleasure of handing a blind man selling tissue packets a $50 note, taking the 3 packets of tissue and then watching his reaction ?

and then taking the money back and handing him back the tissue packets and stroll like it was just another day.

NOOO... of course not..

but i swear, when i turned back, i saw him smelling the note to see if its real..

aron-the-storing-heartfelt-cash signing out

is a shoe just another shoe ?

2011-10-20T22:51:00.004+08:00

my parents are like the best parents i can ever ask for.

this time round, im not being sarcastic. 'OH HOW RARE' some of you might say, but i'd say 'take it back and stuff it up your @#$%^&%$.'

anyway, they are just quite nice. they ask me about the same thing over and over again because its the only thing i tell them about.

maybe im just not giving them enough of myself.

sometimes i might just be a little too selfish for the world. but my friends are still telling me im being too nice to people.

'you'll just get taken advantage of
they will walk all over your head and piss on it'

hahaha, maybe they already have. i feel sore, tired and sour.

a good rest with at a nice place away from all that stress and responsibilities, calls and problems to solve.

UGH...

if only i could have a remote control to control time, without the side effects. -as adapted from the movie 'click'-

was that the movie name ?

im not sure.. im just typing wadever comes to mind. maybe im just unwinding. i need some outlet. i've got an outlet. you chose to read it. you got no right to complain.

listen to the lyrics carefully.

this song to me might be about a young man addicted to nike shoes. always wanteing to newest one, always thinking he is the only one who can afford it.

what a cocky boy.

hahahahhahahah. imagine me saying that in a british accent. need a refresher ?

what a cocky boy.

it makes me think. not only of nike. but of every other addiction that anyone might have..

gamlbing, drinking, drugging, mutilating, eating, sex, etc.

we all know what is wrong with them. we all know what it does to us. we all know how it makes us feel terrible irresponsible.

why do we need to feed the addiction ?

its just another pair of shoes.

its naturally easy for me to say that if i do not understand your situation, but i believe everyone thinks they know their limits but they do not know that limits can be broken.

wings can be built, flying can be learnt, staying there can be practised, it might only take some time.

someone asked me about their relationship problem and what to do..

i asked him to just break up.

just... break... up ?

HAHAHHAHA. i mean.. er.. if it is hurting you, why carry on with it anyway ? leave it behind, its not worth it to be at the losing end while still cinging on.

but, who am i to give the advice when i've not even experienced it.

someone asked me about their family problems and what to do..

i asked him to just solve it.

just..... solve...... it ?

if there is a solution but you think it can't work, yeah it probably can't, because it wasn't even done. anything could work with the right situation and time.

again, who am i to give the advice.. i might not experience the same problems.

and again, someone asked me about their medical problems and what to do..

i asked him to just go home..

just go home.

i do not want you near me, touching me or talking to me. stay 2 arms length away and pretend you have spikes like a porcupine and you might be piercing all of us unconsciously with your disease.

you are sick, i might not be. let it be that way. thanks.

a random note: i always though the word disease was spelled diesease. i always related the word 'die' to it..

figures much to me when i was still ignorant. now it just boggles my mind up, like everything else that i have to deal with.

i wanted to say: 'can someone just come into my life and save me from it', but i have many people in my life already, just not yet the exact right one..

aron-the-rambling-too-many-many signing out

life can be messy

2011-10-16T17:24:00.002+08:00

i think my mother is a little pissed..

yesterday at the dinner, my aunties were asking me about my job and stuff.. so my mother proudly explained the very dire situation that i told her explicitly not to spread because of its confidentiality..

i knew it would happen someday, just not as an announcement with a proud smile..

anyway, so she was saying something about my boss..

then my auntie asked: 'do you call them boss in camp also ?'
me: 'no.. i just told me mother he was the boss so that she can understand better.'
aunties laughing*

then just now, when they came home from church with dinner, they screamed me down to help them unpack the food and stuff.

so my mother wanted to keep my herbs in the cupboard and i saw that she was reorganising the packets.

i thought that she was putting all my different herbs into the same bag, so i just casually asked her: 'er. all the herbs are different leh..'
mother: 'YA i know. you think your MA-DER so stupid ah ? of course i know..'

then she continued her own organisational stuff..

right..... i continued cutting the honeydew and stealing some bites.

but it may only be me thinking too much. hahahahahah

life can sometimes be a mess like how we all have experienced someday in our lives.

i have come to a sudden realisation. (i might have thought of it before, but maybe this time it kinda hit a home run into my sensitive system)

i've been wondering.. how can i love someone else when i don't even love myself ?

haha, its like trying to eat a creampuff or pudding when i don't like milk or cream.

of course there are such people who do that because its only their psychological thinking that prevents them from going near the raw product.

but when they don't see it like in ice cream, they don't mind.

and then they complain about how much they hate milk while stuffing ice cream into their mouths...

cough*lamerscough*

then with that first thought in mind already, i went further into thinking. if i don't know or understand myself enough, how can i expect others to know me ?

what can i expect from other people ?

i have read this book: 'the way of kings'

its quite a nice book with fantasy and stuff. it was the second series from the author of the book that my parents gave me the: 'WHATONEARTH KINDOFBOOK IS THIS ?!?!?!'

but i still read them..

SO, from the book 'way of kings' there was this sacred text that one of the kings was reading to find out why the previous king was so interested in it.

this one phrase stood out the most to me: 'Do not make your men do what you would not do.'

if i don't even dare to do something or am afraid to do it, what rights have i to ask someone else to do it for me ?

maybe im just scared to know too much about anything. im scared to know too much about myself...

it must sound quite stupid from your side of the readers seat, but it sure does freak me out.

its not a fear, just a do not want to kindofthing.

aron-the-flung-out-of-time signing out

28years

2011-10-15T23:04:00.002+08:00

so today's my parents anniversary. CONGRATULATIONS to mummy and daddy for having successfully been together for 28years.

thats a supremely long time.

i have not even experienced 28years of life. sigh... i need to do something about it. but not at the moment.

SO, yesterday my father was like some big shot organiser when he sat me down at the dining table and told me:

'i want you to help me buy some roses.. 28 roses for the 28 years mummy and i have been together.'
me: 'ok, where can i get them.'
dad: 'from this ***** shop lah. any flower shop also can.'
me: 'ok.'
dad: ' wait wait, and one more thing..'
me: 'hm ?'
dad: 'help me write my wedding vows.'
me: (blur*)

its as if my father thought i was already married like once or a few times to be able to write some wedding vows for him.

yes, and i also have a couple of cute noisy and lame children.

im not sure if he was just asking a favour because he was too darn busy to write a personalised vow, or he was too darn lazy to write a personalised vow.

maybe a little mix of both

luckily for me, my sister called in the nick of time, saying that her car has broken down.

it was such a blessing in disguise.

because her car broke down, she called a whole family gathering (excluding my mother) to some carpark to help her jumpstart the car.

she felt quite guilty about it and i seized the perfect opportunity to ask her to buy the flowers and write the vows.

no wait... er, i thought she would be most suitable to handle this tremendously challenging task of choosing the right kind and color of flowers.

PLUS

she would be perfect to start practising to write a wedding vow. in the end, she found it off a googled website.

kudos to the all knowledgable google. -sometimes for the wrong things as well-

so, we had a very enjoyable meal at the Majestic Restaurant and ended the night with some photos.

here's the blessed and happy couple

my auntie was so afraid that my parents would break the antique rickshaw that she hurried them up the rickshaw,

then she hurried me to take the picture

and when i was done, she hurried my parents off the rickshaw.

then my parents moved on to another antique to take another picture. i love my family.......

anyway, before the dinner, i went to THE BEN & WHOLESOMELY EXTRAORDINARILY YUMMY JERRY'S CHUNKFESTTTTTTT

it was awesome! but the ice cream was still so expensive..

they asked for feedback, and i told them that the weather was too hot, the grass too muddy and their ice cream are too darn freakin expensive.

$5 for a small scoop
$10 for 2 small scoops.

the ice cream itself was not bad. unique flavours that aren't being sold in singapore, but the company was small.

im not saying that my mother qi was not enough.. she alone can take me down with a couple more of my clones if there were (trying to appease mother qi).

and not just take me down, but the TAKE ME DOWN TO DA FLOOR kind of thing.

but if only the rest had attended the already scarce, almost extinct appointments. hahahah, so cheeeem, hahahahahha

and before that, i FINALLY got a chance to dine in WILD HONEY !!!!!

it was such a gorgeous meal.

good homely food with scrambled and poached eggs with 3cm thick brioche slices, sauteed muxhrooms, caramelised tomatoes, bacon, proscuitto ham, all lightly seasoned and then BAM. that creates a lovely afternoon brunch.

all that was missing was more chitter chatter and jokes plus juicy scoops and updates from the usual bunch.

sigh...

why and when did working and studying til we breakdown become a priority in our lives ?

but realistically thinking (is there even such a word as realistically ?) is there anything more important than an assured future with a stable income?

almost everything is being measure by a person's usefulness, talents and appearance.

where did the days of catching spiders and crawling around in longkangs, and then accidentaly slipping on some moss then having to change my shirt with my cousin so that my parents would not scold me..

OH !, er....... the my and me in that above example was just an example, example as i just said... hurhurhurhurhurhurhur... (blush*)

oh, and did i mention i got the best soldier of the quarter year award ?

my father suddenly blurted out the news at the dinner... so pai seh... and it wasn't even much of an achievement, neither am i that proud of getting it..

aron-the-holding-on-to-my-muffin-top signing out

unnescessaryily

2011-10-09T17:25:00.002+08:00

what am i doing?

what have i been doing for the past few years anyway..

i do not know where im heading, what im supposed to do and who is it im doing all this for..

im suddenly very confused.

everything seemed quite perfect at first.. i know what is right and wrong. i do whats right.

but are all the right things really the right thing to do ? why do i think the wrong things are wrong ? just based on situation ?

i might be feeling this way due to some bad and expensive food at some restaurant in one fullerton. no names will be posted..

but i feel so jumbled up and in circles, like this picture.

i still have to wonder. who are my friends, who will be there when i need them ? who do i feel comfortable to call if i need someone to talk to..

who feels comfortable if i call them just to talk...

who are my real friends who enjoy my company and i, their's ? who can i say is my best friend ?

i just finished watching this movie : change up.

it was supposed to be a funny movie, but it got me thinking again, as always. who can i ask to be my best man at my wedding--

considering if i have one...

but who can i trust to be there for me on that special day ? who do i know enough to be there for that person too.

a few weeks ago, a friend from a close clique just told me 'i don't really know anything about (this person)..'

and then, when i went back to the other party, it was the same response. he thought i was closer to (this person), she thought i was closer to (that person)

and what does that make me ?

the middle man for life ?

i know most of my friend's best friends and then im just the 'other friend' on their list. haha..

of course its selfish of me to barge my way into someone's life and demand a position.

on another note, in the early morning of the tuesday that just past, i was taking my 156 bus to work. because the bus was too packed, i was standing at the front, looking back at all the passengers..

there was this elderly lady who appeared to be asleep. then this young man put his arms around her shoulder, waking her up. she looked at him, exchanged a smile of simple appreciation and went back to rest.

the scene was quite heart warming in the cold early morning. i suspect that the young man is the son, while the elder woman is his mother.

but its so rare to see this kind of affection - child to parent affection- anymore. even kids as young enough to only know how to say papa and mama are staring at ipads and ipods with games or videos.

its a new aged world we have stepped into. it does not feel the same, neither does it have any more... life.. in it.

everyone is just more concerned about their blackberry or htc notifications on the go.

yesterday, on the way to dinner, i stepped into a train full of people who randomly left on space in the middle of no where.

at novena station, the crowd cleared and i saw that the space was occupied by one piece of dirty tissue on the floor.

i reasoned with myself that it wasn't my problem, that wasn't my tissue paper either, why should i care about its existance ??

but when i got to my station, i picked it up and walked off.

how much better a train ride experience would it have been for the boarding passengers to see a piece-of-tissue-cleaner train carraige ?

i know it wouldn't always be at the corner of their eye like some irksome pest which no body in the whole of singapore is courageous enough to clear.

no one wants to take ownership of their own country home. and what happened to the talks of the national pride and status ?

utter rubbish i dare say

still, its a matter of personal choice. stand by it and reap the consequences.

now, i have another friend. he had a choice: to allow me to help him save his money or let it lie somewhere near his itchy fingers.

good that he could save it, bad that he might have passed off better opportunites with the funds on hand.

but of course, its his choice in the end.

finally,

my parents want me to plan my 21st birthday party by helping me organise it with close ended conversation.

mom: 'so when do you want to spend your 21st birthday ?'
me: 'i go and check first...'
mom: 'on the 10th lah, better on saturday right ? i think you should make it a family thing, with a home setting. that would be nicer. maybe cook something simple also ?'
me: 'ah...'

gives up...* but they just keep asking and then giving their own questions the answers. perhaps it was just my undecisiveness.

im not sure, im really not sure what i would want to do, just give me more time ?

aron-the-unnecessary-stress-over-a-birthday signing out

flower hat

2011-10-01T17:44:00.003+08:00

THUS COMES TO THE WEEEEEEEKENDSSSSSSS

phew.. it has beeeeen another super long week which i have always longed for to be over. so ironicily lameistic

anyway, so i'll be having this friend's party which is coming on tml, and for the past month, i've been brain storming about ideas for a present.

since its a 21st birthday party, i tot like most of the parties that i have been to, they always give naughty stuff like d*ld*, *n*l beads and stuff of such.

but i couldn't get myself to go near one of those shops without feeling that shiver down my spine where everyone is looking at this horny little boy who is about to enter one of the dirty shops.

i bet an auntie walking by will be thinking: "aiyoh.. so young want to go inside buy something dirty.."

a dirty old man thought: "muahaha, this boy is going to have a bright future ahead of him. so proud... muahaha"

a child walking by will think: "maybe mummy bought her pyjamas from here.."

SO, i skipped that idea totally.

next, i tot of baking her something. but i didn't really have much time to do it. maybe an hour when i come back from work, if i come back from work.

i still have to make it presentable and delicious...

then it came to me. maybe i can just pluck some flower from the road side and give it to her. it seems like a good idea that i ripped off some old flick.

so i plucked some of these..

but they did not feel like normal flowers...

they were easily tearable, very long lasting and doesn't seem to die without water or sunlight. the perfect gift !!

hahahahahhahhahaha..

a side note: i took like 3 hours just to understand what the website and the youtube video was trying to tell me. its not easy......

but then again, another problem struck.

ok, so i have these flowers. but what can i do with them... shitttt...

just giving them like that would be quite (sound effect) meh... (-_-")

maybe pasting them on some cardboard and writing a note would be too big..

i even thought of getting some creepy crawly plant like stuff and binding it around 2 sticks, then sticking the flowers on them, like some morning glory.

but its too much work..

then i thought of stringing them together to make a necklace. but thats too old school. so maybe a hair band with all the flowers would be cool, like a lady gaga. but it would only be worn once... so paiseh..

then i figured, maybe she might need some of those things that can hang from the ceiling at the doors, so you can bash your head through it when going in or out of a room..

(i do not know what those are called, therefore the explanantion)

but it would be so mah fun to hang up.

in the end, i made something much more complicating and difficult with a lot a lot of work and have finally completed it.

for the sake of the element of surprise, i do hope she does not read this post, neither does she see my facebook pictures.

of course, even if she sees them, the final product has only been viewed by yours truly, plus a very sneaky father who popped up behind the sofa in an attempt to scare me when he was already stomping up the stair case.

EPIC FAIL..

but i reward him for the effort.

so, there we have it. problem solved in the nick of time. let there be rest.

and this is a pretty cool way to propose:

aron-the-intricately-foldin-kawasaki-roses signing out

the walk down

2011-09-24T21:58:00.002+08:00

not easy times these are obiwanohnora.
yes master. what can i do master ?
not can do but do must you have to..
what.. what is it master ?
a matter of importance it is boy..
WHAT THEY HELL DO YOU WANT YOU BLOODY GREEN FOOL. (smashes the face with fist*)
kick in the groin* plus a clench of the fist in celebratory relief.

after a while, obiwanohnora realises that his only source of information is lying on the floor oozing green juice.

sometimes there are people who pose as your mentor, your teacher, your confidante or just a person who thinks he can help.

but its always best to keep that defensive force field around yourself unless you are totally sure of the consequences.

at other times, when an order is given from a superior, its only the question of morale that stands in between the line of doing the right thing or not.

neither is it an easy thing to just... say... NO.

it is interesting to note all the reactions from different people when they get into a tough spot.

just now my mother was sharing with me that besides IQ and EQ, there something else which i didn't know..

we all know IQ is intelligence quotient
EQ is emotional intelligence quotient

and then she introduced me to a new term: AQ

it means adversity intelligence quotient

its to measure a person's reactivity to a certain adversity and then coming out of it whether better or for the worse.

now in these trying times which will have to test the moral integrity of my superiors and of course myself, i believe i would have to train hard on this AQ part.

so moving on, i got a little more interested so i researched more on the topic and found that there are actually more then that. source: gavindu blog

DQ - Daring Quotient, measuring a person's level of courage and spirit of adventure
FQ - Financial Quotient, a test of the financial management capacity of a person
MQ - Moral Quotient, value of a person's moral choices or character
MQ - Mental Quotient, ability to maintain mental stability under psychological pressure and stress
SQ - Spiritual Quotient, creating the essence of inspiration, insight and intuitive thinking.
WQ - Will Quotient, having a sense of decisiveness, self control and a purpose in their actions
HQ - health intelligence quotient, a person's awareness of his own health importance

the last one came with a short story. it might be a true story, but to prevent further plagiarism, i'll recreate the story in my own understanding.

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there were 5 men walking in a jungle, but they were all lost. one of them was carrying a box and told them that it was of utmost importance for them to get the box out safely to a professor. he promised them riches greater then gold after they got out. unfortunately he died along the way due to a critical medical condition.

the other 4 men decided to carry the box and get it out of the jungle on his behalf. they clutched onto the box ever so carefully because they knew it could be the source of their bountiful treasures and luxuries. it was as if their lives were being sustained by the box.

finally, they got out of the jungle and found the professor. curious, the professor hurriedly opened the box to find it full of branches and sticks from the forest. one of the men cried out in pain "WHERE ARE THE TREASURES ?" the other 2 screamed: "have we been cheated like a bunch of fools ?" the last one stood staring at the box deep in thought.

then he realised that the first men had actually saved all their lives. they have already received the riches which are greater then gold.

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humans have a high level of thinking skills which can lead to creating a purpose in our actions. it carries on to giving us a reason to continue the action, which brings forth the goal which we created the purpose to achieve.

its a pretty amazing story of mind over body, where myths like living without food and water for months could be possible.

aron-the-leading-a-mob-of-quotients signing out

the postprandial

2011-09-17T19:01:00.003+08:00

another dreaded week has past. i have never stopped wondering, why am i doing this to myself ?

i have a choice.

i can choose to enjoy myself, create my own fun, share my joy with others. but what can i do alone ?

i just saw this music video, not sure if its new. hahahhahaha. but it sounds like theres someone taking over eminem soon.

and i just watched the movie 'crazy stupid love'. it got me wondering.. do the ang mohs ever fear the all-so-hush-hush AIDS ?

most of the movies are promoting sex. sex and more sex. japan had the sex movie in 3D if a normal cinematic sex experience wasn't enough..

is it all that simple anyway ?

so i got talking with professor Nora of the angmokio residential professor which apparently was nominated for the world's best doctor award but turned it down due to the allergy to metals and medals.

anyway, so as he said quoting from him: "of course of course... AID is good. AIDS is the plural of aid. it should be better ! you help me, i help you. we share what we have..."

but then again, professor Nora was getting too old to even go to the toilet. we can't blame him for the gibberish.

so we shall not take his advice into consideration.

then i went to interview the grandson of professor Nora.

the grandson tried to eat the microphone so i smacked him on the head. then we got chased out of the house.

SO. we have learnt that of course AIDS is an ever present situation like cancer, but i sure do hope that one day, some of my friends studying in the bio medical sciences department can find a cure.

heres a short breakdown of my oh so uneventful week before:

something super super fun, i can drive a NORMAL CAR !! and my first fetch was to send someone to a very unpleasent place...

then, i had to deal with super lame people who wants more then they can handle. i can just as well give them my entire inventory.

also, i had quite a peaceful week because most of time, boss is not around due to courses that he has to attend to. THANK GOD !

second in charge rarely shows up. he is about to quit too. GOOD RIDDANCE !

third in charge reads newspapers all day long until he overhears someone talking about a problem then he pounces on the opportunity to show how exaggerating the situation can get but throws the problem back to us and asks us how to deal with it..

forth thinks he is on a buddy relationship with me. massaging my shoulders, patting my back, constantly asking me how i am. then when i turn around, he fires all the arrows towards my direction.

fifth in charge becomes me

HURHURHUR... but of course, without much power, i cannot handle much responsibility. i would have let everyone have half day EVERY DAY !!

and i would love.. LOVE to hear them say 'no one is indispensible'.

so another morale of the story is to get out of sight as much as possible doing things which are important but can be delayed. all other problems with too long a solution will be left with the appropriate people to settle.

and this guy sings with a very oh oh oh oh different style.. like an adele, but more hip, male and cool.

after my kway teow and soup, im going for a postprandial catch up with my inner child self.

yes, a new word for you darpig.

aron-the-postprandial-of-kway-teow-and-soup signing out

you're the reason

2011-09-12T21:26:00.003+08:00

yesterday, i went back to work for a while and the day was quite uneventful excluding all the running around checking vehicle problems and lame stuff..

then this NS men came in.

he was not on shift, neither was he required to be at work that day.

he was asking me who called him back and what he needed to do and all those things. he wasn't too happy about being called back without anything to do..

then he started mumbling to himself..

"aiyah.. must come back.."
"sun... day... somemore..."
"i could be having some... sex.."
"some good good sex..."

i couldn't listen anymore, so i just walked out..

like... well... er.... thanks but no thanks for the extra information that was so uncalled for seriously..

and we watched the smurfs after work. and the song "ready to go" is so catchy and was in my head..

along with the irritating smurf song.. la la la la la la sing a happy song...

actually, if i had seend a smurf village, i might have done what that goregarbage did as well.

HAHAHAHHAHAHHA. it looked so fun to just step and crush those mushrooms..

anyway, this song is smile by avril lavigne.

this has a feel good thing to it.

im not sure why, but i just like the chorus part. its so mood lifting.. i cannot describe the emotion any further...

making me feel happier, lighter, as if i could float in the air of joy.. i can't explain more..

its like eating a super good, light and fluffy dessert. a cross between cotton candy and a strawberry shortcake. mmmm... ok no more no more..

aron-the-enjoy-feeling-good signing out

char siew pau on my saturday noon

2011-09-03T23:31:00.004+08:00

this afternoon, after coming home from the wet market with my mother, my hands felt super itchy..

not the bad kinda itchy, but the kind that makes me wanna do something, bake something to eat !!

but i didn't have much ingredients in the house... so i thought i should just sit home, rest and act adultly and go through some magazines and read newspaper.

BUT THEN,

while reading the magazine, there was a huge gust of wind, a mini tornado ran through the house

my whole living room was in a mess, the pots of plants were smashed, the fish tank crashed onto the floor, i squished one fish

the sofa was a little slanted, but that was the first thing i felt the need to correct.

anyway, with that gust of wind, the magazine turned to this page which shows the recipe for making char siew pau !!!!

i cannot tahan (take it) already.
i bellowed a loud "WA BUAI LUN AHHHHHHHHHH !!!"

and i decided to make some char siew paus for the day. :D

ok, so i knew i needed to buy char siew. (duh...) and i didn't know char siew pau had so little ingredients.

its easier then a normal bread. steam buns rox my bums.

ANYWAY, so mummy so kindly fetched me to phoon huat to get my stuff, while she went to her hair dresser.

when i have gotten my flour and stuff and walked over to a nearby coffee shop, i found out that. GASP !! the coffee shop just renovated.

there was a wanton mee stall, a roast meat stall (which has not opened), a western stall and a mixed vege rice stall.

i almost wanted to go to the wanton mee stall and ask if i can just buy the char siew they use for the noodles.. but that'll be stupid.. they wouldn't be able to sell their full packaged wanton mee without char siew.

ok, the roast stall was not opened.. i stood there staring at the signboard, then looked at an empty stall.. it really was empty without a stove or a shelf or anything in that stall. i stood there for an awkward minute..

the western stall has nothing close to char siew.

then i walked to the mixed vege stall.. THEY DIDN'T SELL CHAR SIEW EITHER !! which mixed veg stall sells char siew anyway ?!?!?!

i walked away... after 10 steps, i turned back.. i thought.. YES !! I SAW MY FAVOURTIRE SWEET AND SOUR PORK !!!

i felt like eating some... and at the same time i can make the filling with it. so i bought it and some chicken thing. (hong shao ji)

that was the char siew finding escapade. and then i made this filling:

i caramelised a couple of onions and garlic, added the meat with char siew sauce, some salt.. then i looked through my cupboard..

i added in black soya sauce.. for some cool color
then some light soya sauce, for some soy taste thing
then some hau tiao wine, for some wine taste thing
then some black pepper.. for fun

i almost wanted to add in some tobasco. but no.. i do not like the taste of tobasco.

the dough was quite lame.. if i were still the silly lame computer game addict before i went to temasek poly, the recipe would have fooled me..

it just said mix the ingredients until the dough is smooth and elastic.

WHAT ON EARTH COULD THAT MEAN ?!?!

it was so vague. luckily i have worked in breadtalk, studied in temasek poly and worked at some jewish centre as a baker to know what to do.

phew. close shave on that.

i tried making it by hand at first, but it was just too sticky and i wanted to avoid touching the dough as much as possible.

while making it by hand, i accidentaly dropped the dough on the floor.. hurhur...

i contemplated still using it until a horse came by and stepped on it, then an elephant stomped on it. so i threw it away in the end.

anyway, i made a new batch with my k-mixer. my goodness. thank god for that machine. the dough came out so smooth and nicely kneaded after 5 minutes.

i had to wait for an hour for it to proof, then mix it in with another batch some some flour mixture..

and then i had to wait another 40 minutes.... wait fest..... yay.....

but the wait was quite worth it. filling the pau was quite fun, like making those snow skin mooncakes,

i just flatten the dough, put the meat in and pull the tips to seal. and it felt like playing with plasticine.. the dough was very elastic and didn't stick to my fingers.. i like that feeling. hahahahha

so after making that first batch, i couldn't wait to steam it and eat it.

and they did not fail me. they turned out quite nicely.

its just a small pity that the dough, even though i have already flattened it and filled as much filling as i could package, it still looked too little..

i think i wasn't skilled enough to be able to seal the dough properly with a heavier proportion of filling..

that would take time and some more practice. but with so much filling and paper thin dough, whats the point anyway ?

my father was not quite happy that i didn't use the real char siew.

dad: "next time use the actual char siew ah"
me: "but i wanted to try something else"
dad: "make char siew pau use the char siew better"
me: "i wanted to make meat pau"
dad: "meat pau also not like that"
me: "right......"

the earlier generation's creativity or quest for a difference gap is quite evident in the evidence above.

hahahahah. though, im still quite satisfied that my first attempt at char siew pau with a recipe from the magazine went quite well. pats on my backs.

aron-the-encouraged signing out

when lying becomes the truth

2011-08-31T23:40:00.004+08:00

oh shyyyyyt... its already 11:40 and im still awake on a weekday..

i must be crazy if not worked to death.

anyway, this video is pretty cool.

i always thought lying for the truth was actually feasible.

its not all that difficult. everyone of us is already lying to ourselves in some way or another..

im lying that i can really survive all the stress that the bloody work place is expecting me to carry on my own.

hahaha. but i'd be lying if i said i can't get through it alive.

good night.

many too many

2011-08-28T15:01:00.002+08:00

many people have seen, felt and heard of the legendary hands that i possess. i call it the parmesan-of-your-pizza hands.

my chinese sensei doctor told me they were called the 'crane feet' because they are scaley and rough. i think they are just pretty much disgusting..

anyway, so because of the over popularity of them, i get a lot of suggestions and advice from almost everyone telling me to use this particular brand of cream.

or try that method to scrape off the dead skin, let the fish thingies eat your skin, wash in the sea, squeeze lime and rub the rind on your skin.

i always figured that it was easier to get rid of the problem by literally getting rid of the whole thing. but no.. its a bit too useful to me to get rid off...

SO and therefore, to all who are coming up with new brands of creams to recommend to me, here is just a few of the stuff i used..

not included in the picture are creams i got from the raffles hospital because it was the oldest and i've finished using it.

also adding to the list is a very expensive cream i got from the national skin clinic. yes. even they cannot help.

i also went for some quite time wasting and ridiculous biotheraphy which couldn't point out what i was allergic to...

but they were useful in displaying a lot of scientific terms plus charging me with millions of volts of electricity..

hahahahah.. just exaggerating a little..

anyway, i've also gone to the paragon hospital for consultation. the doctor which i shall not name in cause of being sued for defamatory told me that it was an incurable symptom...

it was AS IF she was telling me that i had no more hope...

i capitalise the two words to show that it was just a personal conjecture.. not a quote. oh goodness.. i got into so much trouble whenever i say some slightly confusing statements at work.

especially when paired with office to office politics. and im always the middle men.

WITH THAT POINT OVER, i can move on. the conclusion of that story is that i would like to thank (GXLEGP) to all who have tried to help.

but im already trying quite a lot of things.. my hands will get confused sooner or later.. or i may have created a mutant hand...

but no.. see, if we humans have been consuming so many different kinds of things and stuff, its like my hands consuming the different types of creams..

are we mutants already ?

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH... no of course not.... ... .... (disappointed there for a moment..) but creams are full of chemical compounds and dangerous stuff if consumed through the mouth...

WWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. mysterious.

anyway, really moving on,

yesterday i went to the grand park hotel near penninsula plaza for dinner. the food was nothing much to be mentioned about, but it was on discount of $35.

so you might ask, if its not about the food then what ?!?!?!

hahahahaha, be patient man..

there was this particularly slightly elderly lady that suddenly appeared beside me when i was holding a plate of food, reaching for the roast beef.

she was looking at some kueh pie tee and then her hand reached out to grab the tongs, but she hit my plate.

at first she said sorry,
i said its ok and smiled at her.
then she turned to her companion (which i assume is her friend) and said: "aiyoh so rude. youngsters nowadays no manners"
and while i was still beside her.
and she glared at me plus a 'tsk'

i didn't want to start a petty fight plus a cat scratch across her wrinkly face, so i just left it where it was.

ryhn wanted me to tell her to redefine her definition of youngsters if she was talking about herself..

so i forgot about the matter for the moment to enjoy some food and actually they had quite nice beef brisket noodles which have been stewed the whole day.

i'd say that was the best dish there.

anyway, when i was getting some dessert, i was holding an empty bowl going to reach for the scoop. then another elderly lady appeared beside me looking at my bowl and the dessert.

i offered her the bowl seeing that she wanted some of the dessert.

she held it for a second and returned it to me as if it were hot saying: no no, you take the bowl first you take it first thanks.

her english was like powerful-lived-in-england-but-look-likea-chinese english. she said: oh thank you thank you, but might i know where one can get a bowl such as yours..

i had to decipher her emphirical formulae which took like a few milliseconds of awkward pauses before i showed her where the bowl was.

she was so grateful that she took one then came back, held my hand and announced. like really announced to no one in particular

"i haven't lost hope in singpore !"

then her husband came up beside her, then she was telling her husband "i haven't lost hope in singapore yet, they are all so polite and kind and this young man here just offered me his bowl... ...."

and so on and on and on....

i just smiled and walked off...

it felt weird to have experienced two sides of a coin in one occasion, in one night in the same restaurant.

but it just shows me that everyone is different. everyone's perception of any single matter or person is different.

everyone is unique,
singapore is unique.
im glad im living in singapore..

but the elections was just too close a fight... ...

i wonder about singapore's future.

aron-the-patriotic-eater signing out

2011-08-14T19:11:00.003+08:00

oh man... i just cannot understand my parents...

DARNIT !

ok.. its not that i do not understand them, but on the contrary, im quite clear of their motives.

maybe it could be to deprive me of the only source of entertainment i can bring along with me to work.

no, they did not ban my psp or my handphone.. (banning my ******* handphone would be quite lame..)

i wanted to write the word useless, but then when i thought about it.. its actually super useful when any car breaks down or when someone needs help..

ANYWAY, my mother was nagging while we were eating: "daddy was so happy when he heard you were reading. but now we are so disappointed that you are reading these books."

ok. starting from the top. yes, they want to ban me from reading books. oh, not just ordinary books no no no...

but super horrific and demonic books which are able to teach me how to use black magic and manifest my powers for the dark force...

yes...

yes thats what i was planning to do...

DUH... not...

i like to read fantasy novels. perhaps if they had asked me why i like to read those kinds of books first, instead of accusing me of reading demonic books

plus they say that the fact that i enjoy reading it means i have already been polluted...

ARGHHHH..

ok so now i will clarify why oh why on earth i do enjoy reading fantasy novels.

so now, for a fact, we know that obviously with the name of the type of novel so states, its all fantasy. its imaginary, its out of this world.

i like to be able to imagine something which cannot possibly happen, so a place so distant and unique and different.

somewhere where things are done differently, words are foreign, songs are mythical. somewhere just not where we are used to.

its like being transported to a different dimension, with creative ideas and creatures of all sorts. its a field for my mind to run free, to be able to live without boundaries.

its more than just a book im reading. its another world im recounting in the author's head.

of coruse, there will be references to gods, mighty beings, spirits, and of sorts. it is definetly charming and interesting to read of the author's idea of such things and the way they describe it. its as if i can see an invisible being out of nothing.

the most famous example they have used for like 92384798 dozen times during the conversation was about harry potter.

ok yes, i agree that harry potter is about witch craft and black magic and all that stuff. but its not exactly the fault of the story itself, but the way the audience are so attracted to it..

its not the author's fault but the spectator's for allowing the story to run their life as if it were real.

there was nothing wrong with harry potter in the first place, just the fans that couldn't control themselves with the introduction of this new idea and imaginative storyline.

then fine, since harry potter proclaims witchcraft, wizardry and black magic, then what about superman ?

he claimed to be a god maybe ? an alien from another planet sent to rescue us ? so now what ?

the idea of a superhero that has supernatural powers capture many a hearts. it gave people hope, a kind of dream and some sort of fantasy.

it showed that justice always prevails. when it alone doesn't, there will always be friends around that can help.

should we ban superman too... because he is out of this world and taking over the role of something we are not familiar with ?

pokemon was up on the shooting board as well because almost every kid in the 90's to present are still hooked onto the game.

is it the idea of monsters living among humans that got the churches into an upheavel ? no..

it was the idea that the game attracted too many children to it because it looked fun, cute, interactive and it almost became the ideal game to play.

then they got the idea that it was alluring children to it with black handed methods. the children gave it more time and effort then they would their studies or other things.

an idol is sometimes termed as something we spent more time, money or effort on rather than other things. almost like worshipping it.

but if something becomes popular like breadtalk bread or some new and cool gadget, should it be immediately labelled as an idol which could be demonic because it has attracted to much attention ?

how then should we understand the situation better ?

or is that the way it should be ?

perhaps, for myself. i feel that the thin line between something and it becoming an idol is held by us individually.

its up to us to decide how we are supposed to react to it.

i can read the book, learn some live or moral lessons from it and then move on. i do not need to pray to the book or attempt to jump of a cliff and see if i can fly just because its being stated in the book.

thats being over ridiculous already.

but so what if i can justify all this to myself. and nobody trusts anybody else to have self-control over their own mind ?

it might lead to the next problem.. a problem of trust.

im sure it would be another long blog post. but it can wait. some fast thinkers should be able to imagine how it would link already.

its just all part and parcel of life.

aron-the-distinguishing-between-fiction-and-fact signing out

the REAL life

2011-08-13T13:14:00.002+08:00

this was an attempt to draw someone's face... all you've gotta do is to close your eyes, imagine someone who is much younger, rounder face and with smaller eyes and lips.

...

ready ?

hahahahahaha.. its like a totally different person after drawing this and comparing it with the picture i was given..

i just don't have much talent for drawing a person's face without editting it..

i looked at the picture and thought.. maybe it should have a sharper chin, higher forehead. why is his eyes so small ?

and so on and so forth....

then i went on to change stuff.. and it became this... AHAHHAAH.. im sure no one would be able to recognise or find out who this is just by looking at it..

but anyway, i think my facebook account is no longer safe anymore as my mother is using it to stalk people..

maybe from now on i'll just be using blogger and twitter, but of course post random innocent stuff on facebook to make it seem as if im still active but obviously trying not to reveal too much of my life..

but.. even without her, there are still 98234834752987346598374 who check out my profile like... daily ?

but why is it that i want to hide things from her ?

im not sure... there's nothing to hide either, its just that when i post something example like my work life,

then they would come ask me hows work and stuff and stuff and stuff..

like recently i posted 'after work everyday i would feel like curling up in a corner and dying..'

but no... they don't tell me that they have read the post, but they ask me hows work. and then the next day they ask again

and again and again...

its like some paparazzi which is kinda irritating..

i understand how those super stars feel. haiz.. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA..

but still.. life has to go on. let's all enjoy life while we still have it..

aron-the-missing-the-real-life signing out

INtotheSANE

2011-08-09T18:30:00.002+08:00

i always thought the world was simple enough to overcome if we have enough courage and determination, but there will always be something out there that can never be explained nor understood..

thats the mystery of life.

---------- random story -------

Fab was very proud of his achievements recently. what did i do again ? HA, dunked that dork i have always hated into a rubbish can in that alleyway. maybe i was just jealous that he was always smarter and has a better life. but whatever,

anyway, he's done with. then there was that record shop i broke into just a few weeks ago. that was easy with the riots and curfew those police implemented. sheesh.. i was expecting some challenge to get me into an adrenaline rush. there's no one to blame for my effectiveness though. sigh.

But, one thing is puzzling, why did major Bumpzface called me into his office for ? i don't remember having hit on his daugther or anything since that day his wife chased me two streets down with a broomstick. haha, it was still very worth it to see that hag's face.

"yes, private Fab, i have some important matters to discuss with you." the Major Messedupface was squabbling, but with an unusually well natured and kind voice.

"yes sir ?"
"how would you like to be promoted to..."

OHH, he'd better say promoted to a lieutenant or a colonel or something big and cool. that way, i can get away with all those drugs i smuggled in.

"to a lieutenant ? the other officers out there have been talking about your great outstanding performance during training and exercises. how bout that ?"
"of course sir !"
"now here ya go, the new rank and beret. wear it proud."

lieu... he just said lieutenant right ?... Fab was still trembling with excited and shock from the news. it was too sudden... too fast. how was he expected to respond to such a sudden and big promotion ? it was too.. right.

HA ! i knew i had this day coming. i always knew i deserved this title. it was just sooner or later that i would be able to get it. but who'd have figured it be this soon after enlisting into the military ranks. now everyone would have to respect me and i can get them to do anything i...

"now here is your first assignment with your new position. go check on the outpost just on the outskirts of this camp, then report back to me."
"YES SIR"

the walk through camp made me feel like a new man. its only been just 2 days in this camp and i've already attained a rank to be able to command people. but, what are they staring at ?

i bet they are just jealous. jealous that i have outwitted all of them lousy pricks. HA.. they outta just stand there and admire. yes stare at it ya insufferable bugs HAHA stare at it you...

BAM ! a gunfire shot rang through the whole camp.

From his window, Major Winston took a peek at the new recruit scum from a small town nearby. what an arrogant bastard that one was. at least he was useful in some way. in the meantime, he was arranging for a crew to flank the freakin enemies who were hiding in those trees ready to ambush his convoy out of camp.

From the treetops of the trees outside of camp, the soldiers rejoice at having gotten rid of another high ranking soldier from the enemy camp. it has been an easy stream of officers that this camp has been sending out.

but why doesn't this camp every fall short of officers if we have killed so many ? and when is that darnedassface major coming out with his convoy ?

---------- that was just a random story in my head while i was bathing..

i was thinking about how karma can affect people. and how badly or drastic it takes effect.

if anyone stole my ice cream without permission, he/she's better be prepared for a black eye or a broken rib.

:D of course not implying anything disturbing

but seriously, who will be there to judge when something feels so unfair ? who can be there to stand inbetween the right and wrong.

who can i count on to save the souls of these people.

aron-the-sacrificing-life-for-sanity signing out

a Good Life

2011-08-06T21:59:00.003+08:00

a good life is hard to come by nowadays..

sometimes after every single day of work, i would always have that feeling of just plugging my ears with some cotton bud, switching off my handphone and hiding in one small corner for a while so that i can remain sane..

its not the obnoxious boss
its not the overwhelming workload
its not the responsibility of a ranked personnel
its not the problems everyone expects to be solved
its not the ridiculous requests and outrageous demands
its neither the rebellious and unwilling men who just wanna stone on a sofa

but probably the combination of all that will get me admitted into a mental hospital one day..

good days are hard to find. but i presume as i always like to tell others in these kinds of situation that its through this that we are able to understand and further treasure the better days ahead.

i wouldn't take back what i have said before, but i know how hard it is to be going through stressful periods.

but i wonder how the previous generations have been able to survive the ordeal ? oh wait.. there were like 4 people doing the job before.

above that, there were no superiors around who would be checking up on every single thing and then presuming they know everything thats going on and just keep adding on more workload.

its quite unfair that they think im running around, acting like i have endless work just to show that im working hard..

erm...

thats just because i have to run around and solve all your stinkin problems and i do have an endless stream of work from an endless stream of people who create them..

but no

as i have said before. i cannot let this get me down. I WILL NOT LET THEM GET TO ME SO EASILY.

THIS IS TOOOOOOOOOOOO EASY. bring it on.

but not so much lah please.. at least maybe one tough day a week.. then the rest let me off lah..

AND OHHHHH ! i heard that our company has failed !!! WOOOOOHOOOOO !! it just means that there will be more work for me,

more confinement, more duties, more jobs and less sleep plus less off and leave. thanks. i love it when they do such things.

i love it when i have to be called back to work when im on the bus home already.

i also love it when im stuck with a pile of work when im supposed to be on off. oh yes, everyone else does it too, but like what most people say, what's everyone got to do with me ?

now thats being quite selfish isn't it ?

perhaps.. when good opportunities appear or chances of a lifetime present themselves to me like a roasted pig in my face, i should just grab it.

but at what expense of others will it cause ?

now i quite envy my brother who is not allowed to bring home work due to some something and something which i cannot broadcast.

maybe its gotta do with R rated films or lingerie..

who knows ? but still, its great to just be able to leave all work at 5pm on the dot, be released of all attachments to my job

and actually have time on my own without worrying about when the phone would ring or a bad news sms arrives..

a good day is hard to find..

aron-the-searching-for-a-needle-in-a-hay-stack signing out

picnics and peaches

2011-07-30T23:44:00.002+08:00

today was such a fulfilling day. i finally could sleep til 11 o'clock for once in like months now...

maybe it was a week.. but it felt like months. shit.

im probably getting old. ANYWAY, so today finally we could go down to sentosa for a picnic !! WOOOOOOOOTS.

i was super hyper as i could finally see mother qi and bao bao. mainly because they brought some super yummy food. hhahahahahhahahaa.

so mother qi brought some mint brownies which were awesome !!

they were munchy and moist, with that hint of mint at the tip of your tongue. its like rich and light at the same time.

oh goooooodness.. if they had left that tray of brownies in my face, the rest wouldn't have seen it in another few seconds..

but that was goood brownie. hahahahhaha

mother qi also brought some super cool, literally coooool frozen grapes for us to enjoy on a sunny day. its like sipping a glass of ice lemon tea in a sauna.

IT WAS SHIOK TO THE MAX ! HAHAHAHAHAH..

bao bao also brought some homemade tomato salsa and toasted french loaf slices. so thoughtful of him.

now i feel slightly guilty i didn't bring any homemade stuff..

but we still bought some sushi, chips, buns, danish pastries, drinks, and maybe some other stuff which i have trouble remembering wad i stuffed into my mouth..

after that, i went to go celebrate my AH GONG'S 82nd birthday at a place near chinatown station.

its called beng hiang restaurant.

i dare say its the best hokkien restaurant i have ever been to. maybe i haven't been eating much hokkien food, but the food there is TOK GONG !

TOK GONG FOOD RECOMMENDED BY AH GONG

anyway, so it was quite an awkward meal actually since i only see my father's side relatives for perhaps once a year : during chinese new year.

besides that, im not sure if they know i exist.

hahahahahahha, a bit exaggerating, but isn't it true ?

so, i tot it was going to be a nice simple dinner with simple food. but little did i know, we were in for 8 courses !!

WOOOOOOOOOAH..

and then after those, ah gong added two more because he was happy and he thought that we still looked hungry....

NOOOOOOO, we were on the brink of exploding.

we had like assorted appetizers, fish maw soup, abalone with mushrooms, grilled prawns, SUCKLING PIG, sea cucumber and duck claypot, steamed fish, roast chicken, black hokkien mee, kong bah pau and sweet peanut soup.

a total WHOPPING NUMBER OF 11 COURSES !!!!!!!

at the end, i just wanted to lie on the floor and sleep the night off. but no, it would just be quite disgracefully lame..

so i decided i would be more socially adequate and polite to get up and go.

but wait.. how much was it ?

i asked my mother. she said actually it was supposed to be five fifty per table. we had two tables.

numbers in terms of words don't quite work well, so before i could decode the price, my mother said again.

but it came up to around a thousand six..

WOOOOOOOOOAH.. i went woah... that was awesome food for an awesome price..

one thing i regret was not bringing my camera there, if not, i could be blogging about the food now.

after the meal, when we were leaving, my (richest in the family) uncle gave all of us like 2 cartons of giant peaches from don't-know-where.

they are like the size of my palm already !

i cannot wait to eat one of that monsters. hahahahhaha. but i have to wait three more days for them to ripen.

besides this, i have some quite sad news.

from next week on, i'll be working solo in place of a job which takes 4 people to run in smoothly, 3 people to take care of it running around and 2 people to manage it while almost dying of exhaustion..

i wonder how i can cope... but im sure i can do all things through christ who strengthens me.

another thing,

my maid might be thinking of leaving in september. AWWWWW... she has been working here for like probably 5-6 years now ?

even though she still cannot differentiate my clothes from my brother's or she is just too lazy to seperate them (im not sure which)

i think she is still quite good in keeping the house in order and continue feeding us all this years.

heres a big THANK YOU to my auntie bebelinda.

no, its not a typo, its auntie bebelinda.

aron-the-going-solo signing out.

not getting me down

2011-07-23T20:52:00.002+08:00

just yesterday, while i was outside doing some work running errands and doing everything in my ability to stay sane while solving problems, i heard people from the office shouting my name

the clerk was at the window shouting "ARON ARON ! BOSS LOOKING FOR YOU. NOW, LIKE RIGHT BLOODY NOW !"

that cannot be good news...

when i entered the office, some people were wishing me good luck.. one said stay safe, don't talk.. my upper study told me recently to maintain a dumb face as if i don't know anything he is talking about while saying yes periodically even if he is calling me a complete retarding idiot.

he once asked my upperstudy where he was studying. and then he said: "no wonder so stupid..."

even though he has asked that to many other people, with differing answers, boss's reply will always be the same..

everyone that gets called by boss will either get a screaming in the face or a hollering down your face.

i got a hollering from the distance of boss behind the desk while me infront of the desk.

ok. the situation was not as minor as i would think it is in the boss's point of view, but i don't think it was serious enough to get screamed and then humiliated and then defamed with the whole office listening in..

yes, it is possible to slip on flat ground when boss does his sudden out of the blue screams.

i always jump in my sit, because its always so sudden and a gigantic burst. he is like a mini loud hailer attached to an amplifier which is connected to giant concert speakers all around the office creating the surround sound kinda effect..

its dam scary.

obviously i came out of the office slightly shaking, but im quite used to it with experience from my french chef 'mollicone of terror'.

after a while, i went back to my usual self.. the clerk said i must be crazy to still smile after getting shouted at..

i just wanted to clerify that im not crazy, im not sadistoc nor do i love being tortured or screamed at..

its just that i do not want to be bugged down and too badly affected by what just happened.. it has to be accepted as a comment on my job performance, yet taken lightly with a pinch of salt.

its up to me to deal with what he says.

so obviously i omitted 90% of the things he said.. they were either a super long string of vulgarities or blabbering.

i've learnt from so many books that i read, like the 'Sword Of Truth' series and the 'Mistborn' series.

i have the ability. the talent to control myself. i can choose. i have the choice to decide what i want to do.

i know that other people can say whatever they want, it will affect me. but what everyone will normally say is that 'i cannot help it lah..'

but i have to tell the whole world: YES YOU CAN.

its not about what it said, but what you do about it.

just now, i was watching 'the office'. even though its a comedy, there was something in there that linked to what i wanted to blog about today.

and he said something like: "that was your choice. the fallacy is that it is up to the steam roller, it is up to the object whether it will be flattened or not."
-quoted from 'The Office'

it means that even if i steamroller were to roll over you in literal terms of problems, people, and stuff, it is up to you to choose whether to crumble under stress or deal with it and move on..

of course everything, as i have said many times, is always easier said then done...

so there. im trying. i will not. i will never let him get me down even if it takes me at least a day or two to recover from his insults and punishments.

hahahahahaha.

aron-the-conqueror signing out

abandon

2011-07-20T21:12:00.003+08:00

so many things have happened today and i have no one in particular to talk to at the moment...

so i resort to blogging.. im getting into the blogggin phase again.. whenever i feel like i have a lot of things to think about, i would just blog it out, until i find another sponge to absorb all my crap, then maybe i might stop blogging for a while..

and the cycle goes on and on... hahahhaha..

SO FIRST THINGS FIRST ! I HAD FAN FEEDBACK !!!! fan email from Nora Oh came in just a minute ago, it went.

"HI MY FAVOURITE BLOGGER, (!@$#$%@#$@ plus a lot of crap) then he asked a question about one of my previous posts..."

"you were talking about those people contributing to the rubbish in singapore. is that all ??"

so im here to answer that question.

no, thats not all. after much deliberation, i thought there was another important factor in it all.

me..

yes, ME !

hahahahhahahahhahaha. its because im just too kind, considerate and paiseh enough not to stop this kind of thing from happening.

i wouldn't dare go up to an auntie's or uncle's or some litterbug's face and go: "AI YOU. YES YOU, OBVIOUSLY IM TALKIN TO YOU BECAUSE IM LOOKIN AT YOU !

YOU BETTA PICKUP YOUR BLOODY RUBBISH THAT YOU'VE... don't act dumb DON'T ACT ALL DUMB AND INNOCENT NOW.

IM GONNA CALL THE POLICE NOW AH.
1,...
2,......
THREEEEEE......

attlee told me that he used the 1 2 3 method on his men and it actually works, because they have been trained in bmt...

machiam like the dragon in harry potter part 2, the one that responses to loud noises which links with getting tortured.

also, i met.. drum rolls*........... JACKY TANG !!!!!! hahahahah. its been such a long long time since i saw him..

he said hi, i said hi.

then we had a great talk about all that happened last time, how funny and weird we were last time in poly, cooking and all that stuff.

BUT... no.... only the sentence about the one word responses was true... then i wanted to ask how he was..

then he turned back to his friends who were having a very lively discussion and argument about some 3 green tea apple jelly something something.

they could have started debating about whether the auntie made the right order or they just ordered it wrongly or the auntie heard wrongly or they are just discussing about something quite useless..

ANYWAY, so i went to buy my bubble tea as well.. then i left...

good thing his last words were: "hey your bag is open."
i said thanks and walked off..

it so difficult to meet up with the extremely crazy bunch of people from my outgoing childhood, which only began in my secondary school years..

speaking of which, i feel like the picture below...

its titled 'left behind 2' by rob-i...

like today.. i was working like one fool running around the place and finding things while the 'friend' that followed me to my work place left exactly at the knock off time..

i tot he might at least say bye to me or something, but he just left without a word...

i felt so discouraged and abandonned... but i guess thats just life..

even with or without him, life has to go on.....

haiz...

aron-the-trying-to-survive-solo signing out

happier

2011-07-19T21:43:00.004+08:00

one night long long time ago.. (maybe 2 nights ago) i was humming the tune so paisehly to my friends asking them if they knew the song..

because it was eating into my brain and soul... its always there on the side, yet i can't quite remember and then it comes back and its all on my mind.

though i kinda like that kind of feeling..

its like as if i have something to look forward to finding and i know that i will be happier when i find it. but what happens after ?

ANYWAY,

i got 2 responses from the tune i was humming...

compare the tune of the first song to the starting of the second song...

i wonder who took the tune from who, but both songs are originally quite different. the song 'Kids' is a cover by the weezer, while the original by mgmt is really scary..

it traumatized a baby just for the music video with scary people and monsters chasing the baby around town.. goooodness.. i wonder what the baby might turn out to be like.. HAHAHAHHAHA

sounds familiar like a baby traumatized by a maid in his child life.. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA. it was all long and forgotten.

aron-the-cold-but-sympathetic-all-the-same signing out

you'll be gone and i'll be happier

generation of hope

2011-07-17T18:36:00.002+08:00

this is so inspirational.. then i saw that it was uploaded in 2007.. im so outdated...

my boss will know that he will not control my life. he will not choose my decisions and he will not be the one that destroys my family.

money will be a means of getting there, but staying there will take much effort, tears and love.

when i find you,
my perfect match,
please be there for me too.

aron-the-generation-of-hope signing out

no life no life

2011-07-15T21:16:00.002+08:00

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOSH !!!!

the first week in my camp work life and i have to clean up so much SHIT !

i do blame my upperstudy(s) for not doing anything for the past year and only start to worry like 2 weeks before the inspection date..

it is actually a miracle how much can be done when everyone is desperate.

and then came another old fart who just leaked out our secret to the whole world... he might be honourably honest, but it isn't going to save our BLODDY heads from rolling off the chopping block..

i feel so alone, yet i know there is always someone there to pull me along..

when times gets rough and the work gets tough, thats when i know... THATS BLOODY BORING STUFF THAT I HAVE TO DO MAN....

but no... it still has to be done...

its like this lone rider in the picture above.. no one to bother him, possibly nothing to care about...

riding out into the sunset sky, enjoying the summer breeze and the scent of nature..

thats a nice life, yet if that was all to it, it would be pretty meaningless..

i kinda like having stuff to do, yet not too much stuff that it makes work a chore.

today i had to change 2 tyres, but obviously with the help of some super cool people who didn't quite volunteer..

still.. i wonder if i can keep this up for the next year and 3 months..

save me.
if you can't, help me..
if you can't either, kill me...........

aron-the-just-being-literal signing out

pointless

2011-07-12T21:34:00.003+08:00

theres a song in my head but i just can't point it out...
its almost as irritating as an upperstudy asking you to do something which takes the whole day to complete..
as well as creating a blog which no one is interested in participating in..
or maybe a new medication which is super expensive and i haven't seen results yet..
perhaps like walking into breatalk and finding out that all the pork floss bun has been sold out (at 7:30pm only !!)...

but i know that no matter what happens, i'll have you at the end of the day, for somewhere to snuggle in when you embrace me...
no matter what i've done wrong,
no matter what i've said wrong,
nor what i didn't do right..

please always be there..

for me..

my angel of all ages.

aron-the-needing-courage-and-support signing out

laugh not only in good times

2011-07-10T16:57:00.003+08:00

singapore was once the clean and green country of the world. one of the cleanest place with many campaigns that greatly emphasises on cleanliness

recently, signapore is becoming more and more like a junkyard.

what ? you saying i have no right to comment ? what have you done to contribute ?

its becoming more of an eyesore when i walk around. once, an old lady was eating lychee at the busstop in front of my estate. i noticed that she dropped the shells and seeds on the floor after every lychee she ate.

so i waited and see if she was clearly oblivious of me watching her... i wanted to go over and smash her... bag of lychees onto the floor and asking her to pick up her rubbish.

but im just too kind aren't i...

so my bus was coming. i got up, walked to her and picked up her shells and seeds under her seat and threw them in the dustbin just behind her..

JUST BEHIND HER DAMMIT !

and she got a bit of a shock and said thanks.. i rolled my eyes at her and waved for my bus.

i had the 'feels like a hero for a moment' feel. hahahahahahha.

anyway, thats one of the reasons which i think are contributing to the uncleanliness of our home: 'elder folks'

no no no, don't misunderstand. im not saying all elder people, just some who have to care or concern for their surroundings.

everytime when walking around or out of a mrt station or to a busstop, there would be the elderly that... (i do not want to say get in my way)..

just walk slower then normal, so i have to walk slowly as well..

obviously, walking slowly is not as exciting, so my eyes would start wondering, peeking and judging stuff..

and more often then not, they would drop a used tissue here, spit phlegm there and one just pretended to let a plastic bag fly away on the wind, then look back as if she wanted it, then moved on..

the plastic bag flew about 2 steps away... epic fail..

im not sure if they think that with age comes greater priveleges or wadever crap, but it has to stop somewhere.

random note* just 2 days ago, i witnessed an old man stealing 2 pieces of cake from a mini shop at a busstop in clementi.

he just slipped the cake into the bag, walked towards the stall owner then walked away..

why i was staring at the man ? i had nothing better to do while waiting for the bus. but what is this ???

so what if you are a little older then the rest of us ?

another reason for the uncleanliness that i have experienced a lot of times is the appearance of useless advertisement flyers that people are handing out.

if you know that your adverts are not getting the attention, then don't hand them out, causing people to just drop it somewhere out of boredom and not bothering to pick it up.

even if they wanted to throw it away, the dustbins would be full of them as well...

perhaps you could make adverts on the newspaper, tv, or have people wearing that signboard thingys or make a mascot. MAN ! THATS SO MUCH MORE ENVIRONMENTALLY FRIENDLY.

and having a mascot is cool. only cool people have it. i have.

ANYWAY, the last reason i have discovered is the booming of bubble tea shops all over town.

so the bubble tea era came and fell and came in coffee versions and fell and then came in slushies, exotic teas and many unique ways.

plus a times 9835920875243875 number of stores opening. there will always be a neverending queue of people buying bubble tea.

with every purchase comes a cup, plastic bag, straw, straw plastic cover and recipt. after everyone finishes their bubble tea, they would either throw it away like good gentlemen me,

or just leave them in some secluded corner for their pet cockroaches to feast..

therefore many many many many dustbins near or about 2-3 blocks away from a bubbletea shop would be filled with cups and other people who want to be nice would only be able to put their rubbish around the dustbins..

therefore, reduce the causes of the problem and the problem would be reduced.

i look myself in the mirror everyday and i go sigh... why am i like this...

i wake up every morning and find a pile of white shavings at the edge of my bed and i go sigh... why like that...

its easier to be said to love yourself the way you are...

aron-the-attempting-to-reduce-causes-of-problems signing out

crystal clear

2011-07-03T20:07:00.002+08:00

today we celebrated my auntie's 61st birthday !!!!!! PHOOOOOOOOOOOOTS !!!!

this morning, my couz was supposed to fetch me to the restaurant to set up the place.. and thus, i was sitting in a car with my niece and nephew.

i loved them a few years ago when they were just babies..

now...

no one can get them to stop..

my nephew: what do you call the hair of a cloud ?
me: (thinking WTH ?!?!) hair ?
nephew: NOOOO, CLOUDHAIRRRRR !! (screaming in the car)
niece: what does a bulldozer say to another bulldozer ?
me:... hello ?
niece: NOOOOOO, HAPPY DOZING !!!
me: ahaha... haha......
nephew: what do you call.. call a.... (spitting saliva on my hand) the hair of a car ?
me: (what ?!?!?!?) a carhair ?
nephew: NOOOOOOO !! A CARHAIRRRRRR !! (screaming...)
(in the mean time my niece attaching some doll to my ear)
niece: UNCLE ARON UNCLE ARON !! WHAT does the fly say to another fly ?
me:.... hello ?
niece: NOOOOOOO !! HAPPY FLYING !! HAHAHAHAHAH..
me: ahaha... hahah.... hahah....
nephew: UNCLE ARON ! what do you call a... (splatter saliva) the hair of a crab ?
me: (oh gooosh...) a crabhair ?
nephew: NOOOOOOOOOOO !! A... A CRABHAIR !!!!!! HAHAHAHAHHA..
niece: see see uncle aron ! is this nice
me: yeah its nice, where di u get it ?
niece: i got it from...
nephew: UNCLE ARON UNCLE ARON UNCLE ARON UNCLE ARON !! WHAT... WHAT... WHAT DO YOU CALL A.. the hair of a... a phone ?
me: haha... er... a hairphone ?
nephew: NOOOOOOO !!! A... A HAIRPHONE !!!! AHAHAHAHAHHA... (screaming..)
niece: uncle aron !! what did a monk say to another monk ?
me: er... hello ?
niece: NOOOOOO !! (and then she mumbled something i couldn't understand) abcdefghijklmnop

anyway... this went on for the whole car ride.. thankfully it lasted around 15minutes only.. my couz is super creative and hands on.

whenever we have parties and stuff, he would make some door gifts for everyone. today he and my couz-in-law made this:
the swarvoski looking pendant and stuff.. (not sure how to spell it) but its the cheaper commoner type of crystal. think its made of plastic glass ? maybe ?

but its cool man.

i wanted to write some stuff here... but suddenly my train of thought met into a head on crash somewhere in china...

so i can't quite think of what i wanted to say..

seaweed strips, seaweed strips, seaweed strips, seaweed strips MORE SEAWEED STRIPS. lick a bunny. seaweed strips seaweed strips.

its super funny.. you should go watch it. (vegan meal time)

aron-the-pity-the-person-who-drank-a-bottle-of-soy-sauce-for-the-show signing out

pencil for thought

2011-07-02T17:19:00.002+08:00

i found this on onecoolthingaday.com

this is super cool where some person did sculptures out of pencil lead. and by pencils, i mean our normal thin skinny ones...

this one is the alphabets.. its amazing man..

this one is cooool.

anyway, yesterday is was coming back from work, waiting for the train when i took out my phone to sms someone..

then Nora suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started quarreling with me.

me: shit.. the message too long, need to shorten it.
(btw, don't you shorten your smses when they pass over 2 pages ? by changing all the the to e and the and to & and the with to w/ ? darpig tot i was crazy..)

Nora: its so stupid like having only one page to write.
me: its too short, like writing ok and sending or a whole page
Nora: its like a letter
me: a letter?
Nora: its lie if u have a piece of paper and write one alphabet, paying 50cents to send it. while you have another piece of paper totally filled with words and paying the same 50cents and sending.
me: then why not like a paper ? its double sided, why can't we have double sided smses
Nora: thats stupid.. how can smses me double sided ? find something more comparable.
me: a white board ?
Nora: i still can write on the other side with a marker
me: thats vandalism ! or maybe a signboard ?
Nora: the other side still can be used !
me: er... a wall ?
Nora: i can go to the other side of the wall.
me: but no u can't if its in another room, its considered another sms
Nora: oh right...

all these was happening in my head incase you were wondering.. im not crazy enough to say it out loud anyway...

some people also ask me why i don't reply their smses..

i tell them i will reply if you ask me a question or if i need to reply to confirm..

example: if you sms me a 'the moon is so bright and my ass is itchy..'

...
...
...

HOW THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT ME TO REPLY TO SUCH AN SMS ??!!!?!?!

don't you come back to work or school the next day and ask me 'why didn't you reply that sms ??'

example 2: the moon is so bright and my ass is itchy man... did we eat something wrong ? maybe im allergic ?

ok... maybe i'll go lol or haha (when im not actually laughing at the sms)and then reply like a 'no... its just your problem..'

like a 'don't drag me into your itchy backside situation' kind of thing...

ok so morale of the story, i only reply if its necessary..

aron-the-necessity signing out

EPIC MEAL TIME

2011-06-29T21:29:00.003+08:00

this stuff below is FREKAIN EPIC !!!!

as its name is already suggested, ITS EPIC MEAL TIME !! SUPREMELY EPIC MAN.... WRAP YOUR MIND ROUND SOME BACON. IT'LL HELP

TAKE THAT, SOME BACON IN YOUR HAND. NOW YOU PUT IT IN THE OVEN AND WATCH IT. love in 3d.

BACON BACON BACON. WHO GETS TIRED OF BACON ?!?!

NOW DUMP IT IN A BATTER AND DEEP FRY IT.

THEN ADD MORE IRRESISTABLE INGREDIENTS THAT WOULD JUST GET US KILLED SOONER.

LUMP THEM UP AND BAMM.

YOU'VE GOT AN EPIC MEAL.. but its not over

GET A HOT MAMA TO EAT IT WITHOUT UTENSILS OR EVEN HANDS ! EPIC MEAL TIME

right.... it was quite mind blowing... it can take the new aged food porn. simply amazing...

and the more amazing thing is, it does really look gooood.

binding

2011-06-25T00:35:00.003+08:00

this is my new cool favourite song.. though it isn't that new, its still nice man.

when we were having the cert presentation this morning, i was thinking about china people who bind their feet...

i know i was a bit random, but i couldn't help it.

is it even from china ? im not sure...

partly was because my feet was stinging from the aches and sores from some marching.. also, binding my boots tight felt as if i was binding my feet.

so anyway, i was thinking that they will bind their feet real real tight, so that their feet would not grow and so that they can wear small and cute shoes...

i doesn't sound really nice, but to different people their own preferences. who am i to judge ??

so, i was thinking.. boxers are pretty popular with american people, while we asians (maybe for myself only cause some att giant lee was begging to differ) wear underwear since young.

just nice, as i was talking to attlee about it, i was wearing a S size underwear because i just pulled any from my plastic bag...

no further details on where i got them or wadsoever nonsense.

so the main point was.. maybe the reason y asians aren't growing is because we bind them good.

perhaps a solution would be to wear boxers more regularly, or not wear underwear at all.

BUT, men would be more susceptible to attacks at our weak spots.

no go..

i think i'd rather be safe.. period.

aron-the-safety-over-jealousy signing out

SGT LOH!

2011-06-24T22:46:00.003+08:00

Three handsome male dogs are walking down the street when they see a beautiful, enticing, female Poodle. The three male dogs fall all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but end up arriving in front of her at the same time. The males are speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves and hoping for just a glance from her in return. Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on the three suitors, she decides to be kind and tells them “The first one who can use the words “liver” and “cheese” together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can go out with me.” The sturdy, muscular black Lab speaks up quickly and says “I love liver and cheese.” “Oh, how childish,” said the Poodle. “That shows no imagination or intelligence whatsoever.” She turned to the tall, shiny Golden Retriever and said “How well can you do?” “Ummmm...I HATE liver and cheese,” blurts the Golden Retriever. “My, my,” said the Poodle. “I guess it’s hopeless. That’s just as dumb as the Lab’s sentence.” She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says, “How about you, little guy?” The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the Taco Bell chihuahua. He gives her a smile, a sly wink, turns to the Golden Retriever and the Lab and says...

“Liver alone. Cheese mine.”

this afternoon, during the parade, the band was playing a song titled: going gaga.

i was dancing upfront and personal with all the audiences as if it were some clubbing session, everyone throwing their hands up in the air, tossing beer over head, screaming and really having a good time.

everyone was cheering me on as i did some shuffling and stunts.

then the sergeant major came up to me and asked m to knock it down right there and then when the parade was still underway..

and i gave the you put $10 in front of my face then take it away face..
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA... hahahha... hahahha... ha.. ha..... .... .

not very funny lah. laugh wad laugh.

(anyway, that was just an inside joke) if you didn't get it, then TOO BAD...

you're just not inside to get it.. or maybe you're just on the other inside which is not the one that gets it..

and obviously i did not dance on the parade square.. that would be too cool.. i like low profile positions with a high profle imagination.

AHOKLAHBYE

so..... i finally having something to fill in the empty space in between my cherry tips. but it also comes with greater responsibility and much arrowing...

i foresee a super difficult path, yet fulfilling and very very very entertaingly frustrating road to go..

please do keep your handphones on in case i call crying about the new job scope...

BUT OF COURSE,

i might call the inside of the in in in ones. if you don't get called, you can always call me out on a date or something..

obviously depending on my free schedule and time slots available..

aron-the-achieveing-status signing out

why did the chicken cross the RoAd ?

2011-06-19T16:39:00.000+08:00

there have been much deliberation and talking about why the bloody chicken had to cross the road and thus make us feel so stressed and puzzled over it..

a joke from ajokeaday.com:

QUESTION: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Answers:

Pat Buchanan: To steal a job from a decent, hard-working American.

Machiavelli: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The ends of crossing the road justify whatever motive there was.

Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.

Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.

The Bible: And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the Chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.

Fox Mulder: It was a government conspiracy.

Freud: The fact that you thought that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.

Darwin: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically predisposed to cross roads

Richard M. Nixon: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the road.

Oliver Stone: The question is not "Why did the chicken cross the road?" but is rather "Who was crossing the road at the same time whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"

Jerry Seinfeld: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, "What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place anyway?"

Martin Luther King, Jr.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

Dirk Gently (Holistic Detective): I'm not exactly sure why, but right now I've got a horse in my bathroom.

Bill Gates: I have just released the new Chicken 2000, which will both cross roads AND balance your checkbook, though when it divides 3 by 2 it gets 1.4999999999.

M.C.Escher: That depends on which plane of reality the chicken was on at the time.

George Orwell: Because the government had fooled him into thinking that he was crossing the road of his own free will, when he was really only serving their interests.

Colonel Sanders: I missed one?

Plato: For the greater good.

Aristotle: To actualize its potential.

Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.

B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences, which had pervaded its sensorium from birth, had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own freewill.

Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

The Sphinx: You tell me.

Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken nature.

Emily Dickenson: Because it could not stop for death.

Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.

Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

Saddam Hussein: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

Saddam Hussein #2: It is the Mother of all Chickens.

Joseph Stalin: I don't care. Catch it. I need its eggs to make my omelet.

Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes the chicken crossed the road, but why he crossed, I've not been told!

O.J.: It didn't. I was playing golf with it at the time.

reality

2011-06-13T22:13:00.003+08:00

you do not control my social network life. sometimes, reality just stinks as well..

things that can go wrong will go wrong, but neither would be know what will or not go right. so my suggestion as DR Aronsquisite, is to live all life with the meximum ability and to not think about anything else other that on the present.

we cannot possibly change anything from the past
the future is just as unpredictable,
so why waste so much time on either.
let just live.
and enjoy the moment while we still have it.

ARON-the-ON-top-OF-the-WORLD signing out...

who am i

2011-05-28T00:54:00.003+08:00

sometimes, im just so lost and caught up with life.. that i have lost my own soul and sanity to the everyday rush.

aron-the-taking-the-step-back signing out

--------

by: msladyantebellum

Colbie Caillat taught me that love is real

Greenday taught me that government's gonna fail someday.

Bruno Mars taught me to do anything for that one person I love

Eminem taught me that life is hard but you can make it through

Travis taught me to be generous

Taylor Swift taught me not every guy is going to treat me right

30 Seconds to Mars taught me to speak whats on my mind

Michael Jackson taught me to always love the people around me

Music taught me to live

---------

done

money bags !!

2011-05-28T00:33:00.002+08:00

(my cousin sent me this e-mail. not soon kueh, i have other cousins as well..)

THIS IS THE ONLY TIME WE WILL SEE AND LIVE THIS EVENT

Calendar for July 2011

July

Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
1 2
3 4 5 6 7 8 9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16
17 18 19 20 21 22 23
24 25 26 27 28 29 30
31

Money bags

This year, July has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays.

This happens once every 823 years.

This is called money bags.

This year we're also going to experience four unusual dates.

1/1/11, 1/11/11, 11/1/11, 11/11/11 and that's not all...

Take the last two digits of the year in which you were born as a number - now add the age you will be this year,

The results will be 111 for everyone in whole world.

This is the year of the Money!

my other half ?

2011-05-17T09:59:00.003+08:00

im just plain lazy... DON'T JUDGE MEEEEEE !!

it takes a lot of effort to open this something top thingy.. its not like some lady will pop out and do a something dance for me anyway...

ANYWAY, I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT PERVERTED THINGS TO PERVERTED PEOPLE LIKE YOU.

haha.. someone's quotes are always so spastically funny and ridiculous, but of course, this blog isn't about that person..

so, i'll carry on. yesterday when i was going into camp, this friend of mine looked at me curiously and then finally asked after i asked him what he wanted from me...

he asked if i had any girlfriend,
i said no..

he asked if i had any ex.
i said no...

he then gave me the unbelievable face: "how can ??"
hahahahahahha.. im not too sure what he meant by that so i asked him: "cannot meh ?"

very singlish..

so, he said a bunch of quite nice stuff about me.. which i would not post it up here because the thought of it already makes me blush. hahahahahahhahaha

actually, im not sure if im too picky or just haven't found that right one yet..

i read in some poem lately. forgot where, don't bother..

so it says roughly something like:
"when i find you,
i do not want you to be my other half,
because that would make me a half.
when i find you,
i want you to feel complete and whole,
so we can enrich and grow."

its... totally true !! i do not want to find someone who i have been lacking, but someone who can be with me and grow together in life..

i hear many wedding vows and the things they say before putting on the ring like you are the part of my heart which i cannot live without

or you have made me feel like i have found my lost portion of my life. and all that stuff..

but is marriage or getting into a relationship just to fill the gaps ?

im not sure about that either..

moving on, my mother did something quite epic which i have not seen before.

it happened last friday. i was pipping my delicious creampuffs when my mother came into the kitchen showing my maid a piece of magic clean

mother: "why did you put the dirty magic clean into the cupboard ? it would make the cupboard dirty already !?"
maid: "i still can reuse one, still can reuse."
mother: "but if you want to reuse, then take out the dirt first lah.."
maid: "aiyah, still can use again one.."
mother: "if i want to reuse i would take out the dust and all the dirty things first what."
maid: "tsk, can use lah."
and then a few more inaudible replies as i went into concentrating on my pipping mode..

then my mother walked away and my maid was still grumbling about how picky and particular my mother was and all that stuff..

then my mother turned around and said

"Belinda, you don't have to talk so much and do your housework!"

in a way a boss would talk to her subordinates when she is really angry. that firm and thick atmospheric voice really made my maid stop and go silent for a moment..

before she continued her work in silence..

i wanted to get out of the kitchen asap, but i still had a tray of puffs to fill... i was a little desperate but still made it out in good time.

EPIC.

it was almost a moment when nicole seah went up to speak and the whole crowd started screaming and shouting in joy.

aron-the-internally-configurated signing out

power of a mother's love

2011-05-08T17:40:00.002+08:00

i have heard a story, but i might have to change it according to what i can remember.

there is this young boy. this young boy has lost his father when he was a baby and his mother had only one eye and everytime the boy saw his mother he would shout at her: "YOU ONLY HAVE ONE EYE, YOU ARE SO UGLY !!" now, his mother cooks food for the teachers and the students in the school the young boy goes to in order to earn a living.

the mother would bring food to the young boy. the young boy's friends would all gather and laugh at his mother: "haha, she has only one eye, she's so ugly.." one day, the boy worked up the courage and screamed at his mother: "STOP COMING HERE TO GIVE ME FOOD. YOU ARE EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF MY CLASSMATES!"

the young boy felt better after shouting at his mother. he didn't know what he did to deserve such humiliation from his mother. years went by and all the boy wanted to do was to get out of that house, that town and just get away from his mother. she became a burden to his life.

the boy studied very hard and did very well. he got an overseas placement job and went ahead. many years passed and he got his own house, family and kids. unexpectedly, his mother had flew over to visit him. when she arrived at the house, the children laughed at her saying she was so haggard and ugly with only one eye. the young man got so angry as to his mother's appearance and rebuked her for visiting them: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. GET AWAY FROM ME AND STOP SCARING MY KIDS ! I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN !"

the mother stood still for a moment and just said: "sorry, i think i got the wrong house." she was gone from his sight since then for the next couple of years. then a letter came in. it was about a school reunion in his small town, which he decided to attend. so he went ahead and went back to the town from which he was born.

out of curiousity, he took a trip back to his old shack which was formerly his own home to take a look at its condition. it was still the same old run down shack, but there was no one in it. an old neighbour who recognised him broke the news that his mother had just passed on and did leave a letter behind for the son.

the letter goes:
'dear son,
im so sorry that i have been an embarrassment in your life, neither have i wanted to be a burden to your future. im glad that you are leaving happily and well with a house and family of your own.
to tell you the truth, when you were younger, you were involved in an accident which resulted in the loss of one of your eyes. i couldn't bear to see you grow up with just one eye and let you get laughed at by your friends, so i gave you mine.
im also glad that you could see the world on my behalf.
i love you,
mom.'

a mother's work is never done til the child is done.

even when you turn 80, your mother who might be 110 will still be your mother, no matter what.

to all mothers, thanks, on behalf of your children who never did say it enough.

aron-the-forgranted signing out

gendbend

2011-05-02T20:51:00.002+08:00

romeo, oh romeo,
why is my name juliet ?
why can't it be romeo
for the thought of your name
gives me butterflies
i'll give you my name
my all
in exchange for yours'
my love.

im watching this anime that shows two curious teenagers who want to be the opposite sex.

last time i wanted to be a girl because i tot cooking was only for girls, til i saw master chefs and found out that most executive chefs are male.

not bad to be a guy.

i do not need to go through pregnancy,
i can very well control my temper,
i do not bleed on my pants,
i do not have to wear minimum 4 pieces of clothing,
and many more...

because of this new era, there were a lot of points i couldn't put into the list.

but if i were a girl, i'd be glad:

not to have dangling organs,
capable of thinking slightly better with one head..

maybe im being biased, but that was all i can come up with on the spot.

without further ado, i have to get changed and head back to camp... darn lucky girls have a choice..

what am i..

2011-04-29T21:36:00.002+08:00

today i feel like i have a few things to comment on. firstly, while i was having Macdonalds, this boy with a very peculiar look came over and commented:

"that bat joke on your blog wasn't even funny.."

i looked at him and gave him the "do you think your jokes are funny anyway ?" but quickly went on talking about other things..

so.. number 1, that bat joke isn't mine, its from ajokeaday. number 2, i thought it was funny, number 3... i'll show number 3..

imagine, just try to imagine.. there is this corn. you know the small small pieces like in the cup corn ? you know you know you know you know (repeated irritatingly like friday the song)

AIYAH, YOU DUN UNDERSTAND ONE LAH. anyway ah, then you imagine the corn try to cross the street (laughs histerically to himself for god knows what reason)

then then then, the crosses the street like 'ugh ugh..' (irritating noises)

then imagine ah, imagine ah got one car come and squish him (laughs histerically while trying to cover his mouth)... (apparently not working too well)

so i have to sit through his joke every single time he forgot that he has already told me..

i think i have heard it 124987234 times..

so. enough of that, i wouldn't want to give it much attention, if not the other party might think its good attention..

----

yesterday, we were talking about the GRAND graduation ceremony which would be held with so many other people, where ministers would be coming in,

harry and kate would pop by,

and there would be as many people flooding the area like a justin beiber's concert.

but it kinda brings about the realisation that... we are reaching the end of this course of our lives...

i know i have blogged about it too many times over.. but it just triggered the thought when they were talking about it..

ITS A GOOD THING though.

it means that i have made goooooood enough friends to be missed. unlike when i was in the baby nursery when making friends was pretty much out of the equation.

still, its good friends which are hard to part with.

i'll miss the nai tou squeezer
the whinning
the pataponing
the running around
the familiarity among the whole group
and everything else..

even when i come home, it doesn't feel quite like home anymore..

speaking of which... now, i don't feel like i belong anywhere, im inbetween everything.

i don't know where i was supposed to go after i had macdonalds, i don't know what i should do...

im almost becoming senile already.

actually, i do nothing much but eat sleep ponponpata and download.. the last one refering to sleeping during lectures..

i feel like im wasting quite a lot of time doing something that does not give me job satisfacetion.

it does not give me any sense of achievement or a goal to accomplish. i do not know what im working towards and what im supposed to aim for..

im....

i might just as well be floating in zero gravity as a guinea pig in a pet shop :3.

sigh.

i need some kind of motivation or task or at least something more diverse to entertain me. im slowly falling into routine again..

and its routine that hates me..

yes.. im sure..

aron-the-going-in-circles signing out

bats egg

2011-04-24T02:03:00.002+08:00

(imagine the two bats above having the conversation)

-ajokeaday
Two bats are hanging in their cave. One turns to the other and says, "Oh, I'm really thirsty for some fresh blood.

"The other bat is amazed and says, "Well, it’s a bit late. Daylight is almost here, and we can't be exposed to any light - you know we'll die." "Yeah, I know," says the first bat, "but I'm really starving for it."

So he flies out of the cave and returns five minutes later with blood dripping from his mouth.

"You lucky thing. Where'd you find blood that quick?" asked the second bat.
"You see that tree over there in the distance?" mumbled the bat, his mouth full of blood."Yeah, I think I do!"
"Well, I didn't."
--

i can imagine the stupig darpig asking me 'you can imagine not ? can imagine not ? AIYAH, u no imagination one lah.' and then pushes royalty.

imagine the karma he gets from pushing me. and then the extra when i do not retaliate.

hahahhahahahahhaha. it always works to get the darpig guilty about small things.

and today is EASTER DAY !!

we should be painting eggs and eating eggs and then shitting eggs, but NOOOO.. we are already grown ups..

maybe we'll just look at kids painting eggs then eating eggs.. (i won't look at people doing their business)

maybe just because we are grown up, we'll eat those chocolate eggs instead, and then go 'oh how i remember doing that when i was younger. hurhur'

WELL DONE.

age isn't a refraining factor for doing anything. we can do anything we want at whatever age we want. but...

as a friend told me many times when he was semi-drunk..

we just have to bear the consequences for our freewill and action.

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE !! woooooooots. I SHALL be huntin' me some chOCO eggies !!

watch out you labbits. if you don't poop out some jelly beans, i'll sue hop for false spreading of information and then MNCs would just have to throw away their stock of labbits..

can imagine not ? can imagine not ?

aron-the-easter-fever signing out

complicated dudzz

2011-04-23T14:57:00.002+08:00

this past week has been very controversial. its been bombarding my brain with many views, perceptions, deceptions and differing opinions on the world.

i believe that our lives have already been planned out by God. you have your belief of a god and i have mine. but could it be the same god ?

anyway, since everything has been planned, i should just go according to plan and do stuff with whatever abilities i have.

BUT,

what is the plan leading us to ? is it for the better of ourselves ? is it the better for the country or the world ?

is it for the better of the humanrace ? or... what ?
there are many unanswered questions that have been going on while i was reading 2 books. one is 'the kingdom' and the other 'the secret'.

the kingdom talks about a journalist finding out that her colleague is being caught up in loads of mysteries and stuff and stuff..

of course i cannot be giving spoilers, if not the authors and publishers would just go out of business with this blog being 'so' popular...

anyway, the book depicts a system where people follow the advice from a higher being which they trust are leading them to the better of mankind.

one man found its source. but, apparently the system has manipulated people to start wars, control the population numbers, spread propaganda..

but for what purpose ?

a higher purpose that we would never know until the end of time ?

the other book, 'the secret'. seems to be highly acclaimed. but im not sure if people who has a religion would agree with it.

the secret in the book is to be shared... duh... if not they would not even publish the book.

the secret is: to ask for something, believe that you will get it, feel as if you already have it and POOF, you will have it.

there is no higher being. just the 'energy' from you mind shooting out to the energy of the earth and piecing together a puzzle which you would like to form.

no one to ask from, no one who gives it to you. it just happens....

so....

how much more complicating can this world system get anyway. ?

aron-the-compelled-beyond-repair signing out

humans

2011-04-17T19:54:00.002+08:00

just now in the car on the way to somewhere out there, i was listening to lush99.5 when there was a particularly chillax song which sent me into auto-think mode.

when i auto-think, i get lame and weird thoughts.

i was thinking about how anyone can be perfect. which then developed into how a perfect human live in the world..

since there are no perfect humans, then it would be a human which is not human. a sans-human.

year 0, month 0, day 0
i have just been 'borned' as they coined that named while crying in delight at their success. i wouldn't associate being borned with a species like myself. maybe it should be substituted with a more sophisticated word.. maybe 'fabricated' or 'spawned'. considering that it takes chemicals, metals, many test tubes and cold steel arms and projections to create one such as i, the word 'constitutionalised' would be alright.
apparently i was thinking all of that out loud. the people crying in delight appears to have a look of disgust and shock. is it not normal to be able to rationalize the thought processes as and when a curiousity itch arises ? or is it something to do with all the other seemingly similar 'things' beside my cot either sleeping, eating pooping or crying. what do they call them again ? something like.. oh forget it, i doubt they are that important anyway.

year 0, month 2, day 29
of course i have been programmed to be able to walk, run and do all the other commonly basic activities. why does it always attract people's stares and attention ? am i not old enought to be able to get to the restroom if i needed to ?

year 0, month 3, day 1
why do these 2 humans need to celebrate after every month of my survival ? is it such a feat for the rest of the humans on this pathetic planet ? they better stop flashing that digital monstrosity which flashes such bright flashes which temporarily blinds my eyes and now affecting my thinking facilities.

year 1, month 0, day 0
now, after a year, everyone seems to be assuming i have already lived on this planet for 5 years or more now. is it due to the slow generation of tissue cells and growth of the brain that these humans experience. it feels good being the tallest in the class, but are they insulting my intelligence by making me write my name 10 times a day in these tree-processed and bundled up rectangular things which feels so dry and plain. what a waste of their natural resources when they would just be dumping it out after its being used.

year 21, month 2, day 16
interestingly, people think im only 16 years old. hahahahah, i believe it must be the health products which i have been faithfully using. this world is getting interesting. everything around is so interesting. i do not know of any word to describe my surroundings but interesting.
but there is this one feeling which i have researched on called 'binging' its the feel to eat. its very peculiar because not many people have used it in a sentence and when i do say im so binging, my friends wouldn't understand. its not a very convenient emotion that is being advertised as not being healthy. it is also shown on the black box which mother seems to be glued to that its not in fashion in this generation.

year 30, month 11, day (not too sure, don't own a calendar)
i seem to be in so much trouble and deadlines and schedules to meet. theres just too many, simply too many things to do and so little time. there has been a survey that if people were to be given an extra day in the week, more that 60% of them would use that day to catch up on their work that they have difficulty coping with. how ridiculous can these humans get ?
and also, these colorful paper and metal disks which can be used to be traded for many things. it could be used to trade for nice smelling nutrients which humans put into their mouths, rugs which humans put on their bodies, and to watch some huge televiaion i think.. is that what its called ?
i can't even imagine why people would want to spend money to be watching television on a wider screen in a freezer like room and getting their ears demolished with the devastatingly loud audio waves.
theres just too many things in this small planet to fanthom being able to complete.

year 72, month 3, day 9, hour 09, minute 35
everyone says i haven't changed since i was 20 years old. it must sound silly. a few of the humans which i have been associating with have gone into a deep sleep which i can't seem to wake them up from. even though their family members cry and scream into their ears, nothing changes. i wonder if they are just plain acting or are really tired.
now, i have nothing to do in particular. i can still remember chasing after what humans call the 'golden buck' which could have been used to trade for almost anything in the whole world. perhaps a country on its own too.

year 72, month 3, day 9, hour 09, minute 36
have i done my journal already ? no i can't quite remember actually..

year 72, month 3, day 9, hour 09, minute 45
what did i just eat for breakfast... did i even eat my breakfast ? thats so puzzling. whats happening to the thought process faculty.

year 1023, ancient.
its... been.... too many generations and ... what did i say ?.. what was the question again ?
oh.. i need some sleep..... no i didn't just wake up.. stop talking to me.. i need some sleep....

year 1278513485703948750943872
just let me die............

if humans were to live for so long, wouldn't we just get old, sore, saggy, grumpy and nasty ?

the ever changing pace of life cannot wait for any single person. even if it means that you would have to be left behind..

is it worth it to keep on chasing the treadmill on its increasing speed in the risk of getting flung out ?

aron-the-constitutionalised-out-of-air signing out

alone.......

2011-04-15T21:21:00.002+08:00

A man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very sexy nightie. 'Tie me up,' she purred, 'and you can do anything you want.' So he tied her up and went golfing.

-ajokeaday.com

that guy must be either really stupid or he is taking golfing as an excuse to find his mistress..

anyway, staying in camp in so.... like being caged up.

theres so many things that i wanna do but just can't do. and when i come out of camp, im just too tired to do it.

its not that i will die if i don't do it, but its something that it good to be done rather then left undone.

still, doing it does give me slight pleasure, but being overcome with fatigue, its impossible to accomplish.

thus, thou art hath settl'd thee issue at hand. tis' shalt be thee end.

it just doesn't solve any of my multiple configurational and personality problems.

so traumatic.
and dramatic.

apparently, both comes with the word ma.

today, i was singing the 'shi jie zi you ma ma hao' song. (the song about mothers being the best)

then after, unknowingly, i turned to my friend and realised a fact.

that song was a propaganda to make us like our mothers...

instead of a umm.. thats true. or a... OUH i never saw it that way, or maybe a... that is so philosophical of you..

they laughed at me and gave me the 'aren't you already supposed to like your mom.' face. i wanted to give them the 'i knew that, but i was just testing you' face.

still.. not everything that meant to be is meant to be.

who said that when a man wants to fall in love with a woman, he has to be older ?
who said we cannot eat bread with cereal ?
who said that chocolate and chilli doesn't go well ?

there is never a certainty in life i presume. and its just a mystery that we would have to uncover.

being the unique product in the market would garner more sales prospects and greater revenue in the short run.

until other busybodies who are just out for the quick buck attempts to re-create your original product at a cheaper price.

there goes the market competition cycle where it never ends.

still. there is no main point.

truth: i was quite lonely when everyone else was sleeping during the break time while it was raining.

aron-the-can't-be-left-alone signing out

CoLrFuL FoOd

2011-04-10T17:08:00.002+08:00

(stolen from xin.msn)

colourful foods contain different antioxidants and vitamins but most important phytochemicals which are essential to your overall health as they help to fight disease. Each colour contains a different antioxidant or phytonutrient which have different benefits.

Foods that are blue or purple would include beetroot, blueberries or eggplant which contains powerful antioxidants called flavonoids which help with the repairing of cell damage and help the blood vessels to stay healthy, therefore reducing blood clots and strokes. They also help to reduce the risk of age related mascular degeneration.

Foods such as tomatoes, red peppers and apples contain phytochemicals called lycopene. This plays a big role in ensuring the brain and the heart remains in a healthy condition and has anti-inflammatory properties. Lycopene also protects the DNA inside the white blood cells which are vital in helping us fight disease and infections.

Bananas, bell peppers, oranges and carrots contain beta-carotene which helps to protect the heart; helps with reproductive processes; protects the skin from sun damage; helps to detoxify the body and reduces the risk of infections. Carotenoids, powerful antioxidants, are also present in foods that are yellow or orange which help repair cell damage, lower cholesterol and are beneficial to the skin, eyes and lower the risk of heart disease.

Leafy greens, broccoli, avocado, spinach and many others falling under this category contain lutein which helps to protect the eyes from cataracts and other age related diseases. They also contain chlorophyll which is similar to haemoglobin which carries oxygen in the blood around the body and are vital for the nerves. Vitamin C and folate are also found in green foods.

The compound found in onions or garlic, for example, is known as allyl sulfide which helps lower blood pressure and cholesterol, therefore protecting against heart disease. Most amazingly, it helps to inhibit the growth and spread of cancer cells. Ligans, which are also present in fruits and vegetables, help to prevent the hardening of the arteries, fight carcinogens and protect the retina in the eyes.

there are a few grammar errors which i corrected, while others which im too lazy to.. you singaporeans should be able to understand 'lah'..

to non-singporeans, the 'lah' is a substitute for the ta-da or voila and all the other pretty useless noises that we do make to further emphasise the end of a statement.

colorful food can save lives. do eat pretty food not because you are gay, because it helps.

soldiering

2011-04-06T21:03:00.002+08:00

i was at yishun interchange waiting for my.. let me add an 'innocently' waiting for my 853 bus when this family queued up beside me.(no race will be indicated to avoid being accused for something which i do not really mean)

the parents i suppose were with 5-6 kids speaking in a language i do not understand. then the father suddenly told one of the noisy boy's:

"YOU CONTINUE SOMEMORE, I'LL ASK THE POLICE TO CATCH YOU!"

then he pointed at me.. i wasn't sure what to do, so i went 'boo.' and i couldn't leave out my signature eye rolling..

NO... of course i wouldn't do that out loud...

just that, when people do that, what do they expect to achieve ? to scare and scar their kids from young ?

do they want me to go up to their kids and then start teaching about moral values and being a good kid ?

or should i take out my stock of canes from my doraemon pouch and hand the parents a few so that they can ease their discipline problem with their children.

maybe just silencing the kid on the spot might make them think twice about consulting the authorities about their personal family problems..

anyway,

ITS NOT THE FIRST TIME TOO.

i do not like attention just because of the uniform. its just a warped view of the establishment that parents would associate me with being able to catch and jail their naughty kids.

moving on, the media is doing a very good job in promoting that having a good body figure with a nice face can get whatever women they want.

i feel that to a certain extent, its helping the national obesity rate in encouraging people to get a healthy lifestyle through the display of 'special priveledges'

also, due to the increase in the number of dramas and movies, its making people more obese by sitting in front of the tv or computer 24/7..

statistics by professor Aroncheinider shows that 9 out of every 10 people will get cautious over their body after the age of 13.

1 in 10 is just obliviously playing maplestory everyday. (i was there)

ANYWAY, still, more statistics shows that half of the people will start to lose interest in how they look after they finally found a life partner.

therefore the newspapers concern over the gross amount of more prosperous sized people.

BUT HOLD YOUR HORSES BEFORE YOU START SHOOTING ME DOWN.

we have to thank them as well. SIA first class seats will not be as comfortable as they are now without them.

we can find a way to estimate the delicious level of food when we see cute chefs because we know they love their food.

also, for weight consious people, coke zero, healthier choice and all the other less salt more vege campaigns to further improve our lives would not have been implemented.

i was fat. im still flaby. but im surviving and striving on.

let's not give up the fight against a common cause of a joke. its almost like joking about pimples.

GAMBATTE !

aron-the-big-ribbon-project-chair signing out

pretty eyes

2011-04-02T15:36:00.001+08:00

pretty eyes - alex goot

dreamers

2011-04-02T14:06:00.002+08:00

A businessman dragged himself home and barely made it to his chair before he dropped exhausted.

His sympathetic wife was right there with a tall cool drink and a comforting word. "My, you look tired," she said. "You must have had a hard day today. What happened to make you so exhausted?"

"It was terrible," her husband said. "The computer broke down and all of us had to do our own thinking."

if we all could do some thinking and just think about what is right to do, not what feels right to do, we could be making better decisions in life.

a mother hen was sympathatic to a poor farmer, so she gave away all her eggs til her dying day.

a beggar saw another beggar without limbs, so he gave all his earnings to the other beggar, while he just sat and froze to death.

noooo... all this is just too deep... its too deep but its just... a little too concern for others.

its good, no one said it wasn't. ITS GREAT EVEN. to put others before you. but..

but if there was no more of you, who's going to be able to help the next poor farmer or the next beggar ?

i believe, if we have what it takes to help, then so let it be.

a hokkien saying in hanyupinyin goes: "kiang jio hou, mai gey kiang." its enough to be strong, but don't act as if you were strong.

carrying the whole world on your shoulders would end up in breaking the shoulder or shattering the world that you know.

why not find a helping hand or release some of the excess burden.

its just scary to be worried about ray.

aron-the-over-the-waves signing out

coincidences

2011-03-29T21:16:00.002+08:00

everything has a reason...

like from the driving course to just simple... life...

just now, after our courses on older men telling us stuff which just went one ear in and one ear out, we decided to go eat some laksa at yishun..

when we were walking out of the gates, this unknown bus just went pass us.

like normal singaporeans, we just ran for it, not really sure where it went.. at least i asked one of them.. (THEM).. but they say just take just take.

so, we went pass sembawang shopping centre.

i tot it was yishun, so i told them to stay in the bus until it reaches the terminals, cause its nearer to the laksa stall.

then after, we went into sembawang bus terminals.. we were blaming each other on whose fault it was that made us go there.. hahhahahahaha

we still wanted some laksa, so we walked to the mrt station. and the mrt came just in time when we went up to the platform.

when we reached yishun, the green man came on just in time for us to cross without stopping.

the laksa stall didn't have much customers, the dessert stall was closed and we decided not to have bubble tea.

i missed my bus and waited for my next bus while lf and mk went off first.

the bus driver came a few years later..

ANYWAY, then on the bus ride home, i met a good friend from bmt...

if any of the above tangibles were changed or if any of the 'coincidences' were altered, i might not have met my friend.

maybe the tangibles and 'coincidences' were arranged for that purpose.

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i might seem random to suddenly talk about this, but apparently this isn' the first time that so many 'coincidences' have brought about a pleasent surprise.

signs and signals might be leading me somewhere..

somehow..

i just have to be patient while watching out for your call.

aron-the-ushered-along-the-path signing out

inky indulgence

2011-03-27T12:24:00.002+08:00

the dentist won't be too happy to see that i have ruined his hardwork.......... aron-the-indulged-in-ink signing out

the DenTisT

2011-03-26T16:23:00.003+08:00

as i was sitting in the dentist's chair of torture, staring at the belmont light up above my head, i realized..

i forgot to brush my teeth last night..... .........

but the dentist was kind enough to continue his service for my beautiful teeth without choking on my bad breath.

anyway, half way through, the dentist's wife came in to chit chat with me.. but i could only answer 'mm.' and 'ahs...'

then she noticed my hands. i saw her point of vision.

she poked it with her syringe and then SHRIEKED "WHAT MONSTROSITY GAVE BIRTH TO YOU !"

i was quite shocked at her impoliteness at that moment, so i winked at her and then said: "little girl... ... gasp*... ... i'm... ... *gasp*... your *gasp gasp* father... "

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH. and then the dentist took out his samurai sword and went 'SHWING SHWING' and all my cavity dropped off..

nnnooo... of course it didn't go like that..

she saw my hands and then like everyone else told me a story of their own skin sensitivity or someone else that they know who apparently happens to be in a more serious condition..

its good that they are showing their concern and stuff.. but its just attracting too much unwanted attention.

its not like i love it this way or that i do not want to cure it, its just there...

i was also thinking how good it would be if i can get rid of my sinus and blocked nose problem.

after the dentist appointment, my parents brought us to eat prawn mee at beach road. it was NICEEEE.. but i had blocked nose...

i was just eating flour and water... but i could feel the richness of the soup and the QQ ness of the prawns and noodles.

aron-the-needs-a-cure signing out

cupcake on nail

2011-03-23T21:51:00.001+08:00

not sure about you, but she sure looks yummy..

cup cake nails by coffee swirl.

fishbone dangerous

2011-03-23T20:45:00.002+08:00

yesterday when i came home from work, i was quite tired... when i finally shrugged off my heavy and extemely smelly boots, my father asked me to help him type a message..

he was sitting at the table watching tv...

i asked him "you can't do it yourself ?"
then he said: "just help me leh.."

i was like dragging myself around with smeeeeeeelly socks in my hands too... and i just wanted to go bathe and slump in a corner...

then i saw it..

he had a new iphone4... and perhaps he is just showing it off to me..

then he asked me: "help me leh, just type a message..."
i went "huuuuuuuuuuhhhhh...." this time showing my tiredness

so he asked me to pass him his glasses and he typed it himself. now he had a bowl of fish porridge in front of him.

so i went up to bathe. before i could take my smeeeeeelly clothes off, i heard my father coughing very loudly and my mother screaming.

normally my mother screams at very small stuff like if there is a drop of sauce on the table. as if the duck stall owner came in and poured the whole vat of sauce on our dining table..

or if a grain of rice dropped on the floor, as if... nevermind...

so i continued, until i heard my mother screaming at my maid to call my auntie 'NOW! YES NOW! YES YES YES YES YES NOWW !!'

mind you, my maid is still in perfect hearing condition.

so my parents rushed out of the house. when i asked my maid wad happened, i found out my father had choked on fish bone... ... ...

i felt quite bad that i didn't help him, resulting him to 'type an sms' (not sure if it was real) while eating fish porridge, thus ending up with choking on a fishbone...

my maid still asked me: "you chinese eat fish porridge never chew ah ?"

i didn't bother her.

she had a lot of redundant comments lately, especially when my mother starts screaming..

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just now, when i was eating dinner, my father was warming up to jog.

i think he was trying to get my attention by pretending to play golf in a very exaggerated manner and then peeping to see if im looking, then doing it again..

he repeated it for like 4 times. now i know where i got my nonsense from.

i just continued watching tv and eating my beng kueh.

then he hinted me to help him answer his phone if someone calls... right... apparently thats the first of the few times he asked me to help him answer his calls when he goes jogging..

normally i would already know what to do..

anyway, even though i didn't say it, yes your iphone4 is pretty cool.

aron-the-flambe'd-into-a-banana-crepe signing out

the darpig

2011-03-22T22:30:00.000+08:00

when i was on the way to my boring day at mandai, a darpig fell from the sky into my bus 171. it came with a super loud crash and couldnt stop chattering away..

it was talking to itself 90% of the time, while the 10% i had to sit through was almost torture.. hahahhahahahah..

it gave me a present which apparently wasn't very nice... but i still accepted it out of goodwill and pretending to be nice...

maybe he didn't look himself in the mirror before giving me the present, but its ok. im ugly, the world hates me. im still alive AND HAPPY.

WADDDDUP !!! hahahahhahaha

as if his comments on the kellogs were not enough, he still had to tell me jokes which were not to be laughed at, if not the people around me would think im insane...

still, i did out of good will and gave me my most natural and well rehearsed patronizing smile.

actually, when he introduced that his name was darpig, i almost tot of his counterpart.

but maybe the latter might be cuter and tastier. the pig.

anyway, i almost opened my umbrella when his saliva was merlion-ing out in the bus. (this is a little exaggerated) note the a little*

but on the other hand, he is good companion to play with. you can scratch his ear and rub his belly.

OH... OH DARNIT.

was side tracked to my invisible dog called Lyrrad.

darpig is quite funny. but like sweets, too much of a good thing would just rub its spasticness off on you.

all that is said here is not necessarily bad. its just how YOU take it...

aron-the-leavin'-it-as-that. signing out...

puggg

2011-03-20T14:08:00.006+08:00

this house i live in is kinda infested with pigs... models, sculptures, magnets, paper weight, toilet decorations, hangers, book stands...

mother's fetish with pig didn't stop when she brought back another couple from penang... ...

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jenny was getting very agitated. the flickering lights above the dining table and the dripping sound of the improperly closed tap didn't help to calm her down. with her clenshed fist and gritting teeth, she stomped towards her husband. like a whip lashing at a shadow, almost deafening, her hand swept past randy's face. "What are you doing to our child ?!"

a little boy crying in the corner peeped up at the mention of his pet name, child. mother used to call him that when she stroked his hair or fiddled with his ear. she used to sing really really well. he liked it. he like it very much when she wasn't like this.

randy clutched his right cheek as he took 2 steps back. his wife was never the violent type, neither was he. never had he expected the situation to worsen to this stage. he knew the frequent quarrels and squabbles were not normal in a relationship, yet everyone says so. even his 'all so knowning' parents reassured him. he knew better then to trust others over his instincts.

blurry tables and chairs overcame her vision. it wasn't raining in the house, was it ? her face was wet though. she found the source of the 'rain' and rubbed at it. regaining a little of her senses, she tried to make sense of the situation posed before she slapped. boy, my precious child, pen knife, pen knife in randy's left hand, randy's right hand was grabbing onto my baby's arm. what was randy doing with a pen knife anyway ?

she wiped at the 'rain' on her face and brushed at her pants, as if dust had settled long enough to collect. she stood up right and shot randy an indifferent stare. with all composure and poise she muttered: "i want a divorce."

"what ?"
"i said, i want a divorce."
"wh... why ?"
"i've had enough. and teddy's coming with me."

no... no, this can't be happening ! what have i done to deserve this. i wasn't in the wrong. i didn't do anything wrong ! i was trying to prevent an accident. how did teddy find the pen knife anyway ? i didn't use a pen knife. YES, jenny was using it to cut out stupid magazine coupons for some restaurant. we never go to restaurants for meals. 'its too expensive' she says 'its always expensive'. jenny was the cause of what teddy was about to do.

"fine, but i will not allow teddy to be with such a careless person like you."
"NO, teddy will come with me. you are so irresponsible."

the little boy stared wide eyed at the 'heated discussion' - which was what his teacher told him when he told her about it. it wasn't pleasent. it never was one bit no matter how they phrase it. he wanted it to end. most of them started with him, because of him, for him. perhaps if im not here, mummy and daddy wouldn't have to fight anymore. i... i just wanted to help them...

"NOO ! i don't want mummy or daddy !"

the two adults stopped the discussion. shocked at what their child has just shouted. teddy didn't talk much at home, let alone cry or scream. this was the first time he ever shouted. they looked at each other and felt so very childish for displaying this ugly side of themselves in front of their child. but neither of them have plans of giving up anytime soon.

"come.. come with mummy and i can cook all the nice food for you.."
"no, come to daddy, i can give u more pocket money.."
"come here teddy, come to mummy"
"teddy, i know you have been wanted that..." ...

"STOP IT. i don't want you two. i don't want nice food. i don't want bicycle..."

teddy couldn't control the tears pouring out of his eyes. he rubbed at them as if trying to stop them from coming out.

"i don't want mummy and daddy to be quarreling all the time. i want...
i want daddy to love mummy like what we learn in school.. or else..."

the little boy snatched the pen knife from the limp and shocked father's hand and positions it at his wrist. the movies they show on channel 8 really had quite a big impact on his immature and innocent mind. he knows that this will solve the problem. whatever problem there would be. in the next scene, they would be a happy family, everything will be back to normal. everything will be the way it once was. he liked that idea. he liked it very much.

"NNOOOOO ! MY BABY !"

jenny shrieked as she watched her precious child swipped the deadly household item across his fair and soft skin, just below the palm.

randy tried to grab at teddy's arm again in another attempt to stop that particular incident from happening. he was just a millisecond too late. he was now grabbing onto the gashed open wound which couldn't stop bleeding his son's life. what did he do to deserve all this ?

teddy felt a slight ant prick, then light headedness as if he could float above all the worries and problems that his parents faced. definetly we would all be very happy now...

but now he didn't calculate the depth of his wound, the time taken for the ambulance to arrive, the delay when the doctors couldn't find the appropriate blood transfusion type or the time when the bright light started shining in.

senseless, he drifted off.

regret and grief, he left behind.

meaningless regret, grief, and deep guilt.

original author: aron ho
im not sure why, but i was thinking of this when my pastor told us he tried to commit suicide by downing 50 pills... vitamin c pills...

resolutions

2011-03-17T20:49:00.002+08:00

picture by addy-ack

im not going to hide or bluff my way through, i just hx's 100 things to do in 2011 and i just remembered..

I HAVEN'T DONE MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION LIST ! dammit..

but, the thought of actually having a list that i created so that i can fulfil them is just soo... constraining...

like as if i have an obligation to complete every single thing if not my year would not be an accomplished year. as if i lived another year in vain...

its like a timetable that i do not follow,
or i diet i planned but never referred to.

perhaps thats why i do not like jobs that are so repetitive or limited to a desk and a computer and a phone. maybe a few slutty and bitchy colleagues and a 'part-time' job getting coffee for everyone else in the office..

and when i cut my nails, my hands start cracking at the tips.. its like they are saying that i clipped away their mistresses and they're fighting back.

someday or another, they will have to learn that it will grow back again..

but too bad, im gonna just clip it off again. muahahahah..

randomz.

patience is a very important virtue to have. i hope you can appreciate it and understand it.

aron-the-lacking-in-consolation-prizes signing out

noose 4

2011-03-16T22:20:00.001+08:00

gooooodness.. now the noose has found another hilariously lame reporter......

livin the memoirs

2011-03-16T20:54:00.002+08:00

its been so long since someone has told me that my blog had entertainment value. its like... a long lost pop-star or a cheese gone bad, just to find that the worse the cheese gets, the more valuable...

remembering those days when i only had to care if my maple character could kill enough mushrooms to get a rare item or level up, i feel i have been missing out a lot on life.

its out there for us.

life doesn't make our choices, its the paths that we decide to take which influences the outcome.

we don't fail in life because its fated, it could be a mis-step, impatience, mis-calculation or plain old failed planning.

when i was secondary 2, i had this annoying friend. he liked to push me around (literally) and one day, i wanted to just fake a fall.

after school, when we were walking out of the gates, he pushed me and i fell backwards. my bag of a zillion books was so heavy thati rolled backwards.

apparently that was not all. a drain suddenly appeared beside me and i tumbled inside with my hands and legs all facing the sky...

it was soooo embarrassing, i wanted to just bury my head in the algae around me...

anyway, i still remember it because it was the day of my grade 2 piano exam and my piano teacher said she would treat me pizza if i could even past..

she made a mistake..

i passed by 3 marks and she had to buy four pizzas. hahahahahhaha. not that i was mean, but the 1 for 1 pizza promotion was on, and my siblings who she taught also were home.

anyway, super mario brings back loads of memories too.. but this version is really cool.. hahahhahahahah..

imagine tetris becoming reality.. wait... its already in a japanese game show.
imagine wheel of fortune, hahah.. wait... it was a game show...
imagine someone had to go through 'days of our lives'. i'd pity his sad and boring life...

aron-the-left-on-a-shelf signing out

pray for japan

2011-03-14T21:40:00.002+08:00

just what was on god's mind when he was creating the second tsunami to crush a portion of beautiful japan ?

why must this happen ?
who is to be blamed for the death of thousands ?
what should we do now ?

its all just another question leading to another: life.

apparently not much is being answered, but that was how our parents raised us. until we saw how it benefited us when its already too late to show them our gratitude.

i used to be one bimbotic, childish and random behind-the-computer character. now, i just can't help but fill my mind with all the world issues..

maybe i was more fun once ?

so what now ?

aron-the-evolving-when-its-coming-to-an-end signing out

chocolate almonds

2011-03-12T16:27:00.002+08:00

A tour bus driver drives with a bus full of seniors down a highway, when a little old lady taps him on his shoulder. She offers him a handful of almonds, which he gratefully munches up.

After approx.15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she hands him another handful of almonds. She repeats this gesture about eight times.

At the ninth time he asks the little old lady why they don't eat the almonds themselves, whereupon she replies that it is not possible because of their old teeth, they are not able to chew them. "Why do you buy them then?" he asks puzzled. Whereupon the old lady Answers, "We just love the chocolate around them."

-ajokeaday

its been said many times that we just take too many things for granted.

but we'll never know how precious it really is until we sense its absence.

til then, its just you and me against the others.

aron-the-flying-off-before-its-too-late signing out

love this strong

2011-03-10T20:25:00.003+08:00

neither obstacles in life
nor the seperation of death
will keep us apart
for you will always be
a part of my eternity.

to: my love
the angel that stays by my side

Egged out

2011-03-05T17:55:00.002+08:00

A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.

Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. 'Careful,' he said, 'CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up!

Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!'

The wife stared at him. 'What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?'

The husband calmly replied, 'I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving.'

ALE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!

2011-03-05T17:23:00.001+08:00

17. Peas Promote Optimal Health

Green peas provide nutrients, including vitamin C, which are instrumental in helping to prevent the development of cancer. A high intake of vitamin C has been shown to reduce the risks for virtually all forms of cancer, including leukemia, lymphoma, and lung, colorectal, and pancreatic cancers as well as sex hormone-related cancers like breast, prostate, cervix, and ovarian cancers.
(-whfoods.com)

19. This super easy chocolate peanut butter tofu pie, similar to a French silk pie, is vegan and can be prepared in just a few minutes. Just be sure to use vegan chocolate.

Prep Time: 5 minutes
Total Time: 5 minutes

Ingredients:

• 1 container tofu, silken or firm (approx 12 oz)
• 1/2 cup chocolate chips (check the ingredients if you're vegan)
• 1/2 cup peanut butter
• 2 tbsp soy milk
• 1 pre-made pie crust

Preparation:
Melt the chocolate chips over low heat, stirring frequently to ensure the chocolate doesn't burn. You can use a double boiler if you have one.
Once the chocolate is melted, blend together the peanut butter, silken tofu, chocolate and soy milk in blender until smooth and creamy, adding a bit more soy milk if necessary. Pour into pie crust and refrigerate until firm, at least one hour.
(-vegetarian.about.com)

AiRpLaNeS

2011-02-21T20:57:00.003+08:00

if we could pretend that airplanes in the night sky were shooting stars...

it would be great to have a dream.

so i haven't been talking to my food very much recently cause its always been curry in camp.. curry curry curry. and the talk about the same thing and smell the same too...

mutton curry: i love it when they rub me in..
chicken curry: oh shuttup you buttwipe..
sardine in curry sauce: whats your bloddy problem now seriously ?
curry vegetables: oh my, im so soggy....

and they were all in one plate.

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !! i've got to break out of this curry routine if not i'll end up smelling like spices already...

goodness gracious, take it and go ! TAK SUNG BONG, you save 50 cents here, and another 50 cents there AND YOU'VE GOT A DOLLAR !

go to the dollar shop and buy you-self something pretty..

ANYWAY, i dropped my doppy psp and im quite doped...

it doesn't wanna be inserted with my earpiece and it just won't go 'private mode' with the ear piece. WHATS THE PROBLEM ?!?!

that hole better be good and started sync-ing with my ear piece.

still, i like being with people who are just as crazy or even crazier as they provide so much free entertainment whenever you need it..

and it never just stops there !!

buy one and comes with a spring and lipton tea bag!

talking about bags, my ferragatamagochi eye bags are not getting any better.....

wadever...

aron-the-shiok-from-eating-watermelons signing out

seven dwarfs and who ?

2011-02-18T21:44:00.002+08:00

its not easy to find
a replacement crime
to cover up the guilt
of being left behind

rather, its easier to find
a superstitious whine
among the clouds of grey
another day gone by

find me a spell
that closes my eyes
to a world of insincereties
and gives me peace of mind

find you a time
that reveals a painting
so valuable in line
somewhat like mine

then i finally find
a wish fulfilled
my dream come true
a beauty like you

-original artist: Aron Ho