Sentosa & Guitar Hero 3

Last week I met up with these ladies:



Picture taken using my awesome G800.

We were on a little trip to Sentosa. Sun, sand and sea. But noooooooooo. We ended up drenched in the rain (my favourite part) and with my pack of cards which I regretted throwing away (least favourite).

Let's start over.

A week before the day, the proposed time was to meet at 7.30 AM. Then the night before it was changed to 9 AM, and by the time Cat joined me and Gabby at the station it was around 9.30. Some time later we got onto the cab Christel came in and zoomed our way right into Sentosa. We were one person short, because he *cough*Jyaas*cough* ended up sleeping late and apparently had something on that day. So we got there on the taxi, me seated in the front, while the girls in the back posed for that picture above and, of all things, started grabbing Cat's boobs.

The beach was pretty empty when we got there, save a few foreigners who I assume to be tourists. The original plan was to kayak despite my bitter complains, but a short walk up and down the beach made us discover that we have no found the kayaking location, and have landed up on the wrong beach. Damn you, girl-at-entrance-who-told-us-it-was-at-Tanjong-Beach!

It was only a few seconds after we discovered our status of being in the wrong place that we also discovered our status of being at the wrong time. It was pouring soon after, and we had to keep our belongings sheltered under a giant umbrella before we laid down under another one. We ended up talking a lot about porn, of all things and we decided to play a game of 99 in the rain. With my favourite deck. Naturally, it ended up soaked and peeling, and despite my best efforts of drying it with the hand dryer, it was left ugly and bloated and I threw it out on the way back to the main island.

Which, till today, I regret.

We had lunch in the ThaiExpress in Vivo. All sorts of spicy stuff, but it was good. We split up after, so me and Gabby went home while the other two stayed because they had something else later in the evening, and with a promise to come over to my place the following week for some Guitar Hero funness.

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Yesterday I had guests! Cat and Gabby dropped by, but almost 2 hours later than initially suggested (again), and I've not seen so much fear inspired by Mickey since a very, very long time.

They brought a bagload of food here, and proceeded to playing the awesome game that is Guitar Hero 3. I shall leave the painful details of maniacal laughter and other acts of madness out, for the benefit of the normal, sane reader.

Baizura came later, followed by a spontaneous appearance of Joseph. We had more fun, and we decided against the movie because it was a little late, and we went to Al Ameen for dinner. It was incredible seeing how much food the two crazy women ordered, while I shared a stingray with Jo. Conversation topics flew all over the place, including young shotgun marriages (funny we always talk about sex) and the incident they had the last time they were here.

All was fun until I had to rush home because of a stomachache of a magnitude I have not experienced in years. Not pretty.

Skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet

Get Low is an awesome song.

Old Chang Kee pepper puffs are also awesome.

The word "awesome" is awesome.

Awesome.

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So like I went for a short interview today at Gleneagles Hospital for some temp job. Was good. Got there too early though, and had to end up waiting about 40 minutes between filling out the form and actually seeing someone.

The job was half manual half clerical, so I hope they choose me over that skinny monkey who went in first.

There was a huge book fair outside Plaza Singapura, so I went in and took a look. There were a lot of books, all going for only $5. I didn't recognise most of them, except for a rare copy of Robert Ludlum's 'The Bourne Ultimatum'. Too bad they didn't have The Bourne Legacy.

I eventually took two books, Robert Ludlum's 'The Bancroft Strategy' and a book with a story set in the Forgotten Realms of Dungeons & Dragons lore. So I sat down outside Starbucks and read a bit before Cat arrived and we went for lunch. After lunch I told her about the books and she went to grab a couple for herself. Then we took the MRT back and went separate ways.

I came back and I passed out.

Everything else that happened after is irrelevant. Hope I get the job.

Brawl is Lawl

Two (ok three) days ago I went to CMPB for my medical. I was just slightly surprised about how many things you had to do there; from measuring your your own shoulder length with a measuring tape (and by yourself somehow) to having your hearing checked in a weird soundproof chamber to going in to see the doctor and the first thing you do is taking off your pants to doing weird logic and math tests on a computer about 13 years old.

My PES was not determined however, I have a pending heart examination at Alexandra (which reminds me, I should ask a friend in Nursing how to go) because my chest X-ray report from 2005 said I might have something. Oh goody, imagine I do have something. Hi, Pes E! Otherwise I'm hoping for a C. I will die in B, I swear.

So today I found out my Wii was made with a newer board and thus modding would cost a freaking bomb. I took it back and went up to Tecdrome to buy Super Smash Bros. Brawl. It's really quite a fun game, but it's still sort of a party game because it's only really fun when you have 4 players together.

It's really my only regret ever since getting the Wii; it being a console full of party games and me having a life that's the antithesis of the word "party". I really should have just gotten a secondhand PS2 from somewhere and borrow games from whoever.

But then I would not have Guitar Hero 3. Oh wait it'll still be on the PS2 too, but sooner or later it'll just be cycled out for the PS3 for later games.

Oh well.

BC means Bull Crap

I went out today with the guys to watch 10000 BC. Let's get to that later.

So we met for lunch, but I already had it so we just talked while they ate. Talked about many things, and Gerald showed me what Pata Pon was about, and I got to see the PSP God of War game courtesy of Voon. It's quite interesting how the sex mini-game from the first God of War was also in this one.

So then we went up to see the movie. I had no clue how disappointed I was going to be. I have to honest. This movie sucks. And its promotional materials were very misguiding. You see the sabre-tooth the man with a spear is fending off in the poster? That sabre-tooth only appeared for a grand total of about a minute, and all the fighting it did was in the water during a rain when it almost drowned until our hero saves it. Then it appears later in a village our hero goes to, and it recognises him and decides to go off.

That's not even that bad.

We start with a bunch of people who are a little confused about who they are because they spoke in three different accents in the scenes.

Did I mention our hero has a father who left his village and was seen as a traitor until one day his mentor decides to tell him that his father was a visionary who left the village to seek new lands? At one point I almost believed the ultimate bad guy whom he killed was his father.

Of course this dude from a village of people sporting rastaman 'dos might seem like the central point of the story, but the real main character is this hot blue eyed chick they picked up when he was a boy and their loneliness brought them together. Girl approaches Boy. Boy pledges his love by a star. Boy and Girl falls and drowns in the river of Love.

So they grew up and one day a big bunch of horse-riding whities came in and went around capturing people, and of course the girl get captured and the boy of course decides to go after her, despite unable to track them in the bloody snow.

When our hero sets out to find his lost friends, I started to feel like I was in a bloody Final Fantasy sequel. You have the brash main character, the old mentor figure, and this young lad who knows nothing decides to follow along because his mother was killed in the raid. Now all it needs is a healer girl in a white robe.

The movie uses the single most overused plot mechanism, and especially in computer and video games set in the fantasy or sci-fi genres, the prophecy. And it's not just one, no. There were a whole three of them. The first one was acceptable, the second one had everybody laughing and by the time the third one appeared I could feel the massive amount of rolled eyes in the audience, including my own.

Let's talk about the geography. I'm rather curious about how you have miles and miles of snow covered mountains (where our protagonist comes from) and then all of a sudden you're in an overgrown tropical rainforest populated by giant man-eating dodos, and then only about another few klicks out you're in a desert populated by about a dozen different African tribes, who, after the movie's second prophecy came true, decides to join him in a big army to take down this god-king-like figure named Xerxes. Actually he wasn't named but he was also about a hundred metres tall and his voice was about as deep as voices could ever go.

I have concluded that the movie was made as an inside joke of the producers and the writers. It was as if they were sitting in the board room and throwing off ideas and somebody decided to include all of them just for the heck of it.

Anyway so I guess nobody comes around here anymore. You know that means you have to tag or comment to let me know you bloody exist, Mr./Ms./Mdm. Readership.

I'm listening to various Chopin pieces now. They're from these CDs I bought in Taiwan. And I actually recognise a few. Not bad.

Hot Ass

Have you wondered why, after eating spicy food, your anus burns after you take a dump? Well, I have. Probably because my ass is paying the price for the laksa I had for dinner earlier on.

Let's see you get that mental image off your mind. Gotcha!

You know, there are quite a few people in this world that make me want to stick a knife in their throats. Mostly because the majority of them are fictional, and sticking a knife in throats hasn't been an idea floating around until I seen Assassin's Creed. As for the rest of these people, this excuse for a human being is one of them:



This is even worse than the dolphin killing in Japan videos I've seen. They were dolphins, the methods were cruel at best, but they were killed for their meat. For food. This puppy...

Efforts have been made by several more enthusiastic members of the online community to find out the identity of this man in question, and most people have confirmed that he is indeed one David Motari, a US Marine from Seattle, Washington.

A quick search of his name on Google has his bebo account as the first result that has several comments chiding him for his apparent actions, the other results were a list of articles featuring the video from social news sites filled with comments that has effectively labeled him a puppy killer.

I have made my decision, and I leave it to you to decide what to make of this.

This has also reminded me of a certain experiment done by scientists in the early 70s in Stanford University. It's a perfect demonstration of the absolute corruption of power.