Greetings, cool cats.

I'm getting complacent with this blog, aren't I?

SONG OF THE DAY: ET (Klaypex remix) by Katy Perry



This is a Katy Perry song most of us know. Except it's not, because it's a remix. A dubstep remix. It's quite nice, no? Well the people who remixed it are called Klaypex. And they have an album. Which is free. So go get it now at http://klaypex.com.


I need people to call me out. The whole of today, yesterday and probably tomorrow has been and probably will be spent on two things: Dubstep and minecraft.


I'm not sure if you get this.

I like dubstep alot.

The group who performed the song of the day, klaypex, are dubstep producers. Meaning, they produce dubstep. Their ET remix is just a taste of what dubstep is like. There's something about dubstep that's so addictive. It's so unsettling, the way it makes you feel. Listening to dubstep gives me the same feeling as if I'm about to fall off a chair. Like, the feeling where you look over a railing from somewhere really high, and you imagine what it'd be like if there was no railing? That suspense, that feeling that makes you want to hold your breath; that's what I'm talking about.

One of my favourite dubstep artists is Skrillex. He produces electro, dubstep, house, and many other things.


Also he's gay, but you can't really tell.

His shit is heavy.

Here's a sample track.



How could you not shake your butt to that!? It's so catchy. And it has ample bits of that "wubwubwub" noise that I love. I love it about as much as the "EEH-OOH-AAH-EEH-UUH" noise that transformers make.

But that song's pretty fast-paced compared to the other stuff he usually makes. Here's an example of a Skrillex dubstep track. (If you're Wee Pin or Leon or Chin Yue or Wilfred or anyone else who likes dubstep, PLEASE listen to this. Especially the second drop at about 2minutes plus. "DOOOOOOOO WUBWUBWUWBWUBWUWBUWBUBWUWBUWUB")



Oh my lord. Excuse me while I go change my trousers.



Logically, I'll start talking about minecraft now.

For the uninitiated, minecraft is like lego on steroids. Imagine an open world where EVERYTHING is made out of blocks. And you're free to collect those blocks, utilise the materials you get, and build yourself some fantastic creations. For a game that's made out entirely of squares, it's awfully beautiful.



Unconvinced as to how good a game about blocks can look? Look at this.


Now isn't that just pretty.

Meanwhile, I'll go do the thing most people would do when they're given such creative freedom.


Make a statue of a dong, naturally.


Sorry, it's a short post. But I've got nothing to do other than dubstep, minecraft or wuthering heights.

Bye now!



Do you say what you believe, or do you just believe what you say?

Reality's kicking in.

Promo's coming in about a month's time. HOW!?

SONG OF THE DAY: Dynamo Of Volition by Jason Mraz



This dude seriously has his wordplay down. I wish I was as fluent with the way words and rhyme work. He's like an acoustic rapper, if that makes any sense.


I don't feel particularly humorous today. Let's talk about something we all know about then, shall we?

Do you believe in love? I believe in love. But it's so hard to find it. I think it exists, but I don't think I've ever encountered it before. I've mistaken myself for being in love before, definitely. I remember back when I was in secondary school, all the stupid things, all the stupid feelings. From sec 1 through 4. Even beyond, you could say.

I've been thinking alot about love recently. Not that I'm in love or anything, I think I'm far from it honestly. But it's just one of those moments where you ponder about one thing, and the thought doesn't go away. It's like a catchy little tune that gets stuck in your head, that tune that you'll probably think of when you're walking along the road.

I remember back in secondary school, I defined love as "Feeling for somebody". Not in the way that you feel for someone as in you have feelings for the person, but in the sense that you really feel for that someone else. When she's happy, I'd be elated, when she's sad, I'd be depressed that kind of thing. Honestly now, I find it really hard to properly define it.

The way I can't really put a finger to it really bothers me. Back in secondary school when I was in a relationship, I was so sure of what love was, and I was so sure that I was in love. Now that I think back, I'm not too sure anymore. All I know is that back then, when I thought about love, I'd feel so... Warm. But now I feel so impartial to it.

I think I wasn't a very good boyfriend back then. If you're reading this, I'm sorry if I'd ever seemed inadequate to you. We've moved on now, and I sincerely wish you and him a happy relationship, and that he gives you all the love he can, cause that's what you deserve. That's what any girl ought to deserve, honestly.

I ponder as to whether I'm able to actually love properly, come to think of it. I see people around me jumping into relationships all the time, and I see some of them falling out as well. I wonder, how do they do it? How could you be so sure that the person's right for you? I've seen couples jump blindly into relationships, and their bond is strong as ever. How do they get the courage to close their eyes and take that leap? I wonder if I'm able to take that first step in love, to just. Go.

I wish I was as brave as them. I wish that I could be someone who had the courage to say "Hey, I think you're special, and though we're just friends, I think we could be so much more. Would you take my hand and take this chance with me?" I'd failed to do so before. A wasted chance. I wish I had the courage to go at the slightest glimmer of hope. I'd seen one-sided relationships blossom into the sweetest of things. All it took was time.

I wish I had the confidence. I wish I had the courage. I wish I could remember what it felt like to love and be loved.




See the stars in the sky, how they shine for you and me.

Midnight Special! I have watched a film.

And it's A Serbian Film.

SONG OF THE DAY: There is no song of the day, as it is now nighttime.



Ah, being witty again, aren't I?


Yes, I have watched a film called A Serbian Film. Naturally, it's a Serbian film, as mentioned in its title. A little history about how I came to watch it first.

Wilfred introduced the film to me, though he hasn't watched it. There was a period in time where messed up movies were the talking point. We're talking about Human Centipede-level of messed up here (go google human centipede if you don't already know about it). I mean, just read the wikipedia blurb on A Serbian Film. Might gross some of you out, so be warned.

"A Serbian Film (Serbian: Српски филм / Srpski film) is a 2010 Serbian horror film set in Serbia, the first feature film directed by Srđan Spasojević. It tells the story of a down-on-his-luck porn star who agrees to participate in an "art film", only to discover that he has been drafted into a snuff movie with child rape and necrophilic themes."

And that is very much messed up, don't you agree?
Anyway, I watched the movie, and here is my review of it.


Firstly, let's talk about the trivial things, like the movie poster.



Pretty standard fare, honestly. Main character's face, with the villain-of-sort's face being shown in a "rip"in the poster. I like the bold use of colour there, and the poster overall has a pretty gritty feel, much like that within the movie itself. The title's font also takes on the gritty motif- oh God, the title.

The title's absolutely ridiculous. I see what you're doing there with the "ooh I'm all self-aware" thing going on, but it seriously doesn't work. I mean, there are better ways to do this self-awareness thing. You can at least tell us what the movie's about, like so.


Not the actual poster, but close enough.


To be honest, I freaking love High School Musical.

Or, you can can be one lazy ass and give us a really stupid name that seems witty at first, but gets increasingly stupid the more you think about it.


Don't forget Epic Movie, Disaster Movie, Superhero Movie and the eventual "Stupid Romance Movie". Oh wait, there's twilight! OH SNAPPPP


You could've at least put a backgrou- Is he wearing sneakers?


I'm gonna have to get on to reviewing the content, don't I? Oh well. Warning again, it's pretty gross, so if you've a weak stomach or heart go and do something less stressful, like knitting or something.



Remember the blurb up there?

"A Serbian Film (Serbian: Српски филм / Srpski film) is a 2010 Serbian horror film set in Serbia,"

It claims it's a horror film. Honestly, it's less horror than it is just plain disgusting (although that may count as horror for some people). I remember some people saying that Serbian is pretty much worse than Human Centipede in terms of sheer horror. I beg to differ. Watching the film didn't scare me as much as it did gross me out. However, I'm pretty desensitized to disgusting things so the effect was lost on me. Don't bring me to a real horror film though, cause I'm a serious pussy when it comes to scary shows.


Let's see if you understand this one.

Point is, though it is disturbing, it isn't a horror show at all (the only thing that scared me was the when the credits started rolling, and that was because I didn't expect the music to come in so suddenly). In fact, the wikipedia article on Serbian sounds scarier than the actual film itself. Come to think of it, the wikipedia article is even grosser than the film itself. If you're used to gross things much like I am, reading the article, where your imagination can run wild, is more explicit than the film itself. Grotesque scenes are controlled with lined-up shots where view of the grotesque action is obscured, or the grotesque thing is just out of frame. Having read the article, I was expecting much, much worse than what was actually presented to me.

That doesn't mean that the film is lacking any shock value, though. The plot is messed up as messed up can be.

It revolves around a retired porn star called Milos (which is a rad name since it's like a plural version of the drink) who's a little lacking in the funds to support his family. So, he decides to do one last job when he's approached by an ex-colleague and promised an insurmountable amount of money, an amount that could sustain his family for the rest of his life. However, the catch is that Milos isn't aware what kind of porn he has to do until he's actually in the situation itself, where he is then instructed by the director, Vukmir, on what to do.

Naturally, the plot develops into some super crazy shit. Milos eventually realises that Vukmir's a little off centre when he asks Milos to film a sex scene while an underage girl watches by the sidelines, and he refuses to continue filming.

Realising that his film is about to be ruined, Vukmir drugs Milos and puts him into various crazy situations where there's lots of sex involved. For the following 3 days, Milos is put under some drug which not only makes him listen to Vukmir, but also makes him as sex-crazed as a child rapist at a Hi-5 concert.



Here are some notable scenes. Possible spoilers up ahead. Also, don't read this if you're easily disgusted.

The scene where a drugged Milos has sex with a woman, chops her head off, then continues having sex with the body.

The scene where an unconscious Milos gets sodomized (raped in the butt) by one of Vukmir's bodyguards.

The scene where Milos, once again drugged, has sex with a body that's covered by blankets, which is later revealed to be his drugged young son, while Milo's brother, who's in cahoots with Vukmir, rapes Milo's wife right next to him.

The final scene where Milos, after having saved his wife and child, commits suicide with the two of them via a well lined-up gunshot. After which, an unnamed director (Milos had killed Vukmir by this point in time) comes in with two bodyguards. One of the bodyguards proceeds to take off his pants, and the director instructs him to "start with the little one".

And the biggest gross-out scene is when Vukmir, in an attempt to reach out to a reluctant-to-carry-on-filming Milos before drugging him, shows him one of his earlier productions. In it, a man is seen helping a woman give birth. After which, it's unclear what the man does. The scene then cuts to Milos looking away in disgust and leaving, and we're not shown what Milos had actually scene. However, as Milos leaves, Vukmir screams out.

"Can't you see, Milos? This is a new genre of porn! Newborn Porn! Newborn!"


Probably your reaction after the last one.

Doesn't all that make you want to throw up? Not me, sadly, cause like I said, I'm desensitized to such things. All in all, it's a pretty decent film. Though the content itself is very disturbing, it's presented in ways which make it less disturbing. All the above-mentioned scenes are not that graphic. Like I mentioned before, most of the dirty deeds are done off-camera or are obscured through camera tricks.

The film's supposed to be an analogy on how the government's always screwing with the people, and making people screw other people. This is supposedly represented by all the screwing going on in the film. But, like the way the shock's lost on me, the meaning's lost on me too. Sure, I do see the screwing and all, but I just don't really feel the connection.

Either way, if you're like me and you're not affected by graphic images, then do watch the film in your spare time. You can ask me for the download link, as I am a pirate. If not, then go study for your promos or A's or something, cause it's really not worth the time unless you have time to kill.

All in all, I give this film a K out of 5, as I am bad at math and the film didn't have Optimus Prime in it.


Now excuse me while I go watch a comedy to make myself feel a little better.


The fastest hands and the biggest mouth sound kinda kinky, actually.



I think it's now become official.

I'm back, baby,

And I'm as uninteresting as ever!

SONG OF THE DAY: Short Change Hero by The Heavy



This song is some kind of sexy. I highly recommend you listen to this! It'll grow on you seriously. I listen to this song almost everyday while I walk to the MRT station. It's like my start-up song. I'm very sure it can become yours too!

IT STARTS HERE.

On to the part where I say that I've nothing to blog about. How it's become a staple for me to mention this every time, but that's not the point I guess.


"That's a really funny visual pun you got there," he lied.

Let's see, what is there to talk about. Originally, I intended to write a review of Captain America since Leon suggested that I do so, but it's so outdated now, so I'll just write about other random things now.

One of the things I wish I could do is sing. "Kind of okay" is how I'd rate my own voice. You should go and record yourself singing, then play it back. One thing you'll notice is how different your voice actually sounds like as compared to what you think it sounds like. Unless you're Raina (the girl who sang Rolling In The Deep for Take That OHMYGOD) which means that your voice is immediately damn good regardless of whether you record it or not.


Googling "Take That" yielded this very metrosexual picture.

Finally sent my phone in for repair, but got a call today saying that the screen replacement's gonna cost $320. Ouch. Understanding that paying more than half of the phone's price just to repair it was a ridiculous idea, I told my dad to not get scammed and I'll try to find a cheaper place to fix. NOW WHY DID I DO THAT.


Talk about a stupid idea.

Damn, I seriously feel the regret now.

Talking about regret, damn do I feel regretful of so many things now. How ignorant I was back in my secondary school. Ever had those kinds of moments where you think back to a major event in your life? How different your life would've been if you'd just said yes instead of no, if you'd done x instead of doing y. I'm been having those kinds of moments alot recently. Definitely you'll catch my drift if you're Chin Yue or Wilfred or Leon or Weepin cause DAMN I COULD'VE GOT SOME OF THAT ):

Drifting is fun. Especially when you're in a car. Need for Speed has cars, I have been playing that game late into the night recently, cause it's just so freaking crazy.



Most of you may not know this, but I absolutely LOVE video games. Especially those that are ridiculously over the top. Sometimes I think I'm really geeky as a result of all this video gaming stuff. Sure, people play DotA (dota 2's coming out soon by the way, and damn does it look good) and all those Call Of Duty's and Kart Rider and shit, but that's all so mainstream. Anyone could play those games, but would you play a game where you roll a sticky ball around to pick shit up, increasing the size of your ball until the ball is big enough to get converted into a star?


Best part is it actually exists.

Guess so actually, it looks pretty fun doesn't it? Especially if you're Japanese.



You can pretty much sum up the whole country with this picture.

IT ALL ENDS HERE.

Well, that was a pretty random post, wasn't it? And my sentences and choices of words seemed a bit off at some places right. Well, that's cause I HID A HIDDEN MESSAGE IN IT. Between "It all starts here" and "It all ends here" is a secret message! See if you can decode it!

Bye now, have fun!



More than a feeling.




Here's a hint, take the first letter of every non-caption sentence.

I'll start procrastinating. Maybe later.

SONG OF THE DAY: Love the Way You Lie.



Not the Eminem version! This is by Igor Presnyakov. I find it amazing how someone can take a rap song and turn it into an acoustic ballad(?). It's so soothing. And I wish I could play the guitar like him. Oh well. Since I'm a major pirate, I googled "Igor Presnyakov mediafire" and downloaded his album. So much for supporting the artists you like, eh?

Once again, I feel plagued with the. Er. Plague of not being able to think of content to write. But it's strange; I feel an obligation to write here for some reason. I guess it's a medium of de-stressing for me (one that's probably more effective than that freaking ridiculous laughing therapy). In fact, at this rate, I think I'll eventually dedicate an entire post to not having anything to write, which is horribly ironic, writing about not having anything to write.


So I pretty much defeated my own purpose in what I feel is my defeated purpose.


I shall try to recollect what memories I have of my previous few days.

Monday was National Day celebration. It seriously sucked. The patriotic feel wasn't there, there was as much of a concert as there was Fresh Fruit Juice, the singalong session lacked the all-time favourites. I could go on and on, really. At least I had the company of my Atlas House Comm dudes to keep things interesting. Plus the 11S103 people (Minus one weepin. ): ) plus leon during the singalong made me feel (forgive me for the possible pun) at home. Afterwards was studying (or at least trying to) with Edbert, Kalinda, Ashiq and a little later on, xinhorng.

Did you know that there's a slide at Terminal 3? A really long one? And there's no age or height limit. Just sayin'.

Afterwards was a supposed beast meal with Chin Yue, Wilfred, Leon and CLEMENT KUEK I MISS YOU. Shuqi and her two friends were there too, but sadly they didn't join in on the beasting.

$8.50 challenge!
-$3.oo Bak Chor Mee (soup)
-$4.oo Hokkien Mee
-$1.50 Sugar Cane Juice

Sounds simple. Because it is. I remember the first time I had the $8.50 meal, I almost died. But it seems my tolerance for absurd quantities of food has increased, so good for me then. Wilfred hadn't had the $8.50 challenge before, so naturally he felt like dying too, I figure. He had the super want-to-shit face.

After the challenge, Chin Yue and I bought $8.00 worth of cockles (not worth it really) and we had a Singapore vs. Malaysia cockles-eating race. It was a tight match, and I came through with 51.5 cockles while Chin Yue had 49.5. I think. The 0.5 came from the half a shell that we each had for some reason. After that I felt full as hell. Full enough to have my legs break.


Eh serious.


I didn't do anything on Tuesday. Seriously. I stayed home the whole day. #loserboi94


Today was a semi-interesting day. Went for water training (which was missing one weepin again ): ). If I wasn't paddling my sets, then I was busy capsizing. I swear man, I absolutely suck at balancing in the higher-tier boats. It's a problem for most people, balancing in those boats. Just so happens that the problem's more obvious with me. I'm like some kind of capsize king.


Taking after these guys.

It's quite funny actually. I can barely get a couple of meters away from the pontoon. Imagine. So there I am, in this super rickety boat, and I'm all tense, especially in the butt (cause if you don't tense up your butt you're gonna CAPSIZE) and I'm convincing myself that I can balance, but I know that I'm lying, because I am myself.

"Steady, steady. Come on, you can do this. Just gotta counterbalance if I go off-balance. It's easy. Aw yeah I can totally do thi-OHSHITCUNTBALLS *splash*"


Some kind of capsize king.

After that was lunch at Pizza Hut. I put a ridiculous amount of cheese into my pasta, a move that I do not regret at all, because I love cheese. A fairly standard lunch. The background music, however, was quite interesting. At one point in time "Happy Birthday" started playing. It was pretty amusing. After that song ended, "Happy Birthday" played again, except it was a different version, in a different key, in a different style, sung by different. And this happened several times. So in the course of 10 minutes, the diners of the Junction 8 Pizza heard about 4-5 completely different versions of "Happy Birthday".

After lunch I MRT-ed home with xinmin and Chin Yue. Took a big shit upon reaching home, did my EOM, sent it in to my @!@#$%^ PW teacher and I started blogging this post.

Which means that the post ends here.


And because Spider-Man is rad.







Sometimes you make me feel like I'm not a good enough friend. Like I'm inadequate.

The days are starting to blend together.

SONG OF THE DAY. Make Love by Daft Punk.



Awww yeah this song is smoother than a freshly-waxed floor made out of lubricant and oil. I seem to be indulging myself in all these sort of repetitive, somewhat sensual songs recently. Perhaps I'm in the mood to get some sexy on.



Here's the thing. I love Singapore. Actually, scratch that. I hate Singapore's education system. I hate how &^#*W^(@# Singaporeans can be. We're sometimes worse than Malaysians, even. OOH SNAP.


Malaysians who apparently insult their own intelligence while insulting us.

But if there's something about Singapore that I absolutely love (other than the food), and I'm sure you love them too, it's the National Day songs. Nothing gets me more patriotically aroused (is that really the right choice of words?) than National Day songs.



All of you simply MUST watch this video. If you're lazy to see the whole thing, at least skip to 2:30 to see some patriotic, Singapore-loving headbanging.

This video makes me more proud of Singapore than a father would be seeing his son receive a Ph.D whilst doing a backflip.


A scene which I failed to find a picture of, so here's a picture of a puppy hugging a bamboo pole instead. Aww.

I must have watched/heard the video like 6 or 7 times already. I absolutely adore National Day songs. I'm insanely excited for this Monday's celebration, in fact. I totally can't wait to sing the songs and watch the concert.

Speaking of watching things, I saw Captain America in the cinema today.



Damnnnn was it cool. If you haven't watched the movie, go see it! There's so much action going on. And there's so much slow-mo and shit going on. Everyone knows that slow-mo makes everything cooler. I went "woahhhh" so many times in the movie. I also like the way it ties in to the other Marvel universes. Stark Industries is heavily featured in the movie, which in case you didn't know, the company run by Howard Stark, whose son is Tony stark, who's Ironman.

So it makes complete sense that Captain America and Ironman (and freaking Thor and The goddamn Hulk) appear in the upcoming Avengers movie. Wish it had spiderman in it though, cause spiderman is rad.




God do I love spiderman.

That's all for now really. If only my life wasn't so stale.


Also, CULTURAL PHENOMENON.




And also this, because it looks kinda awkward for Mr Din.




I totally look like I'm into it.



Ciao now.





Hold you tight, make you feel safe.

Boring boring life.

SONG OF THE DAY: Your Song by Left Boy



Damn, is this a smooth song. It's upbeat and relaxing at the same time. PLUS it samples Daft Punk's uber sexy Something About Us. Listen to it and get eargasms, people.

It's not that I don't blog because I'm lazy. I don't blog because there's nothing to blog about.

Take today, for instance. I went to school, had my lessons, and went home. I then took a nap and didn't finish my dinner. The most interesting thing that happened to me today probably was the fact that in the morning the MRT train was refused to open its doors and the station became pretty packed. That's about as exciting as watching paint dry.


Sorry if I've offended you, drying-paint-watching enthusiasts.

Today I'll talk about mind-blowing things. Things that can't be unseen. Many a times you'll come across something that you've never known, but you feel that you should've known. And wants you know them, you won't ever not notice it ever again. Things that make your head implode.


I love this picture.

Here's the first mind-blowing thing.


D4 with curry please.

Don't you just love Tsubaki? What with the cheap and tasty Japanese cuisine, and-

Wait a minute. That K kinda looks like an R, doesn't it? Tsubari. Tsubaki? It doesn't look like an R at first. But the more you look at it. The more it confuses you, no?

Another one. You know the Recharge/Refresh stores in our canteen right. They're both run by the same aunties!


Ya, siriusly.

Haha nah everyone knew that. But next time when you order something from those stalls, look around at all the aunties. They all have short hair, think about it.

And finally.



Okay, granted, it's not mindblowing. But I can bet my ass that you won't be able to unsee this. Also, my hands are on his chest and neck.

Actually that's not alot of content now issit.


Time for a little reflection.

I realise that I'm not very close to my classmates. Not until so jialat like just hi-bye friends, of course. But like they're not people that I'd open up to. There are people who'd be willing to listen to me complain about life, and there're people who I'd be willing to listen to. But it just so happens that I don't feel that way about my classmates very much. I can joke and talk shit with them, but I wouldn't want to disclose anything that I think is too personal. I realised all this during photoshoot just now.

I'm a major camwhore, and I'm sure most of you know that already. But the photoshoot felt so awkward. I mean, with my House Comm people, pictures are no problem. You've seen all the slutty pictures we've taken.




Kinda fits into the Can't Be Unseen category, doesn't it.

I feel a little guilty, actually. During recesses I'd find other friends to eat with. I haven't gone out with them at all, save the NatEd day out. Even during the movie I went to my other friends instead.

Also, I have the feeling that people are starting to think that the House Comm is exclusive or something. I mean, I love the House Comm people. I love hanging out with them, eating with them, talking with them, etc. It just is a sad circumstance that we happened to have met through the House Comm. We would've been good friends even if we weren't all House Comm members, it just so happens that House Comm's the platform in which we met and befriended each other. Either way I'm still thankful for them. This really is quite a ramble, hahaha.

Also, I really thank God that I'm starting to understand everything a little better. I used to go into lectures and come out not learning anything new, possibly becoming even dumber thanks to all the retarded iPhone games. Now lectures and tutorials don't feel like a giant waste of my time. Except for literature lectures HAHAHAHA. That's my hardcore Tiny Tower/Gravity Guy/Facebook/Twitter/Read weepin's blog time HAHAHAHA.

Speaking of Lit, I'd better get on with the lit essay I'm supposed to write. I've owed it for at least 2 and a half weeks already HAHAHA.

Ciao now.




Hey dude. Acting all tough isn't gonna earn you any respect. I used to think that you were a nice guy. Now you're just getting on my nerves.





There's something about us I want to say.