was hanging with a couple of lisa's friends last night at holland v, thought one of them jason was absolutely hilarious. he's got a unidentifiable accent and told great ns stories. and jokes that were i took too long to get. made me realise that to get through life, you gotta take it with a pinch of salt.

meanwhile, i'm getting back to camp tonight. i installed halo on my computer and it's a first person shooter, so it's really nerve wrecking to see enemies popping up everywhere but i don't seem to die so everything's good. and i'm hoping i'd be free on july 31st for the class mahjong/booze thing cuz that would be interesting, considering i got dead drunk the last time booze was involved in a house gathering. cheers.

eh dillion are you sure that milkandcereal.com is about milk and cereal? it's more like a singer songwriter's bunch of songs. and they aren't about milk and cereal either, are they?

best new moment in music:
WILCO's theologians, in which jeff tweedy sings "theologians, they don't know nothing about my soul." and then some strumming and 1:51 into it a short and superb guitar solo kicks in, so familiar you swear you've heard it before and yet feels so good.

i'm reading bret easton ellis' GLAMORAMA. yes i know, the title sounds very chick lit. i'm 80 pages into it and he has already name dropped everyone from uma thurman to kate moss to stanford blatch (wait. standord? isn't that the gay guy from sex and the city?). bret is the guy who gave us american psycho, the last word on 80's excess and powergrabbing and lust. this book i'm reading is in set in the following decade and satirizes the whole celebrity worship culture. he excels in giving us shallow fashion obsessed characters. victor ward, a hot model whose favorite line is 'the better you look, the more you see,' who's dense and yet knows everyone in new york.
victor apparently gets involved with a terrorism ring led by supermodels. i am not kidding ya. i'll let you know when i finish it.

the best bet is without a doubt the worst show i've ever watched. its jokes lasted all of 15 minutes and to make it worse, i waited 20 mins for the bus after the movie and then gave up and took a taxi only to see the bus coming right up the bend.

like before, this long break looks set to drain me of money.

from yesterday,
xinyi: ..the people who haven't gotten attached before are either treasures or defected
me: but treasure is not the opposite of defected.

me: how many stars did the best bet get?
morris: a lot.. it's just that not all are shaded (or something like that)

after managing to get kelvin out within 2 hours notice
morris: you get redcon 1 for 2ntm.

i'd tell you what happened the last two weeks.

1. my blog got discovered! horror of horrors. i felt like like doing a morris and do a new anonymous one but i like this address too much.

2. i suddenly entered a time warping wormhole and now i'm nine (holy. shit. nine!) months away from ending my ns life.

3. i had a very interesting 5 days with yaoquan on pulau tekong and he was very helpful with pumping the fuel and managed to stay awake at night most of the time. i crashed into a tree twice and went down a drain many times.

4. i got windows xp! thanks jiaming..

yeah and now i'm out till tuesday but i'm still expected to be back in camp within one hour of getting paged, cuz i'm in the stupid ammo party for the 4ntm. hate it hate it.

i'm really really knocked out, but may i just say that i had the greatest time at chomp chomp. tiong bahru is going to be next man. and i just got msn messenger so please please tell me your email so i can add you. or else find me at cwng@hotmail.com

my insurance agent jovine opened my eyes to the ways of not losing money today. never put your money in anywhere that gives you less than 2 percent interest (or was it 5?). only keep 3 to 6 months of living expenses in your bank account. your assets should be larger than than you liabilities. your first house is not an asset, your second one is. buy property in canada, not singapore. your prada bag is not an asset. read rich dad, poor dad by robert kiyosaki. it costs $270000 to treat cancer. do not be over insured. do not ride a motorcycle.

could not find the perfect polo tshirt today. i am saving all the money to spend during the 5 days of off at the end of june. i'm stocking up on kimchi instant ramen and i watched kill bill on dvd again. i am going to watch kidman's the others and then go to chomp chomp to see luke et al. i am such an idiot. i should speak faster. i finished a new t shirt!

...uh huh her didn't get very good reviews.

i am not going to book out until 23rd june! so no more harry potter, no more arts fest, no more freedom! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

i am officially unable to post on my own chatterbox anymore because everything on this computer is screwing up, so, char: why are you so busy? millie: of course i will. and anonymous: are you kim?

and my spankin' new email address... cwng.eli@gmail.com
hahaha