great... just great... there's something wrong with my computer.

fantastic.

once again i must reiterate, technology seems to have something against me.
those microchips in the cpu must be giggling at my stupidity right now... i can almost hear them.

damn you all!

i rented pirates of the carribean yesterday and there is something about the show that i still dont get.

there is one scene where depp's character, cpt jack sparrow or something like that, saves the main actress after she falls into the sea from this high cliff place because she was suffocating due to her tight corset.

funny how things sound much more ridiculous when written down.

anyway, he saved her by loosening her corset, allowing her to breathe again. a guard questioned how he knew to do that and he answered, 'clearly you've never been to s'pore'.

huh?

i mean, i remember watching that scene in the cinema. yes i was kinda excited at first (how often do you actually hear stuff like that in the movies man?) but what the hell does that mean? what the hell has loosening a corset on a woman got to do with s'pore?

i've really thought about it and i've come up with zilch. i just cannot form a link between the two at all. so i've decided to publicize my ignorance on my blog in hopes of finding out just what that whole thing was about.

and hey, for all those idiots out there like me who also have no idea what that line implies, just throw out ideas. dont worry about sounding stupid or anything.other than the me-laughing-at-you bit, whats the worse that could happen?

plus you might be right. you never know.

went to marche's yesterday with sis, bro and mum. just thought i'd treat everybody for the fun of it. i mean how often do we go out to eat?

mum definitely was not use to the place, thats for sure. she just kept walking up ad down for like a full 20 minutes until i finally approached her and said, ' you look totally lost' to which she replied, 'i dont know what to eat. confusing.'

poor lady.

tired of worrying about choking or having a heart attack and eventually kicking the bucket?

well worry no more because k.i.s.h.a.n. version 2.0 is finally here.

yes folks, not only does it still have the fantastic and lovable characteristics of the original k.i.s.h.a.n., version 2.0 is fully certified to do c.p.r.!

you heard right; c.p.r., the kiss of life that can give you a chance at survival.

now you dont have to worry about anything anymore.

so go ahead and swallow that fishball whole and yes, you can clog your arteries full of fats beacause when you choke or buckle over due to the excrutiating pain of that eventual heart attack, you can count on k.i.s.h.a.n. version 2.0 to be there and try his darndest.

k.i.s.h.a.n. 2.0, the kiss you'll just die to have!


c.p.r. capability is valid for 3 years.
victim sold separately.

i recently started a weird reading habit. i've picked up agatha christie, whose novels were (or so i thought) deplorable, and also eddings (i was never a fan of fantasy or the kind that eddings produced at least).

i am now hooked to christie and the dreamers series of eddings. ah well, i guess i should try new stuff eh?

other than my new reading habits, life has been pretty normal and somewhat bland. nothing much to update about actually.

so here i am, at my cousin's place and i have just witnessed the most horrible action by my deranged sister. it's really quite frightening and immensely humourous.

she kinda does this weird war-cry thing while she flexes whatever muscle she has and stands in an even weirder stance with an expression ugly enough to kill sunflowers and to scare away cows and wild jungle animals.

if you knew her you'd probably understand.

like i said, it's weird.

i was finally given the exact name of the problem with my knee:

controlled malatia of the patella. (mind the spelling, i'm just taking a whack at it)

its a really funky name if i do say so myself. but unfortunately, nothing can be done. i'm kinda stuck with this. all i can do is consume glucosamine and hope that the cartilage in question strengthens.

ah well... guess there's nothing more i can do now is there?

i initially had plans for this evening but it all got blown to tiny little bits very suddenly. so to make the best of my friday (or what was left of it), i decided to watch the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy.

the movie is incredibly funny. it has weird characters, witty british comedy and is strangely interesting. but what i like most about the movie (and the book for that matter) is its incredible capability to stretch one's imagination.

to appreciate this movie, where things move pretty fast (from pints, to the apocolypse, to vorgons, to improbability, to the whole weirdness of it all) and things get so unbelivable, it just forces you to think beyond rational thought and that to me makes it all the more fantstic.

the science-y part about it intrigues me more, even though i think its utter rubbish. i mean c'mon, an improbability machine? sure the thought of it is highly fascinating and if it exists.. wow.

even if you dont like the science-y bits, dont worry. the guide itself is protrayed in the movie, explaining stuff and all as you go along, in an extremely witty and humorous way. this show is a must watch.

got another freaky taxi driver yesterday.

i know i know. i seem to get em all eh? if you think that that's weird, how do you think i feel? i'm considering devoting this whole blog to the kooky, zany and just plain crazy drivers of singapore who seems to have a fetish for far out idiosyncrasies.

now lets get down to it...

this one was sleepy.

now hold on a minute. before you go on ranting that this guy was just sleepy let me get into the details.

this guy had a tendency to crack his neck, and i'm not talking about the way people usually crack their necks. he had his hands on the wheel and so obviously he couldnt use them to crack his neck. so what he did was forcibly jerk his head right to left. he used so much force that i was afraid that he'd just break his own neck and fall dead on the steering wheel leaving me there in the back seat in total shock, not knowing what to do as the cab just continued on the busy expressway with a dead guy in the front, face flat on the steering wheel. plus he did it with such frequency that the possibility of the weid-ass scenario actually happening increased exponentially with every crack.

also, when i said sleepy, i'm not talking about watching-a-bad-movie sleepy or i-am-so-bored sleepy. this was narcolepsy sleepy. how did i know? he shook himself awake and rubbed his eyes every minute or two. he drove so very lazily as if he were contemplating if he should just stop in the middle of the busy road and catch some zs.

if that wasnt enough, he actually nodded off while he was driving on the expressway with me in the goddamn cab.

hello! if that doesnt fall under the freaky category, i dont know what does.

he also missed my exit and had to take the next one, which seemed like miles away, so that he could turn back.

admist the cracking of the head, the rubbing of the eyes, the very lazy driving, the nodding off while on the job (and if you're a cab driver you just dont do that) and my over-active imagination, i surreptitiously put my seatbealts on, something i dont normally do because i find it rather irritating.

this was far worse than the adulterous engineer- cum- cab-driver i had some time ago.
why do i always get the freaks?

got a specialist appointment tomorrow morning at cgh about my screwed up knee.

hope that it didnt get worse or anything, though i think that i'm just fooling myself if i think that the physiotherapy actually helped me.

ah well, i'll leave that in the hands of the doc.

and oh yes, happy birthday suat ling! you're freaking 19!