#96: Forgive Me, Isaac Ravi

Top 10 ways to know you're (becoming) a racist.

10. You laugh whenever someone says 'black/dark' in the presence of an Indian/Negro friend.

9. You say "Where is ?" whenever someone turns off the lights.

8. You laugh when you eat chocolate and vanilla ice-cream in the presence of your Indian/Negro friends.

7. You tell your Indian/Negro friend what you think they'd look like if they were white.

6. You use alot of "You think you can......just because you're Indian (Or Negro, in some cases)!" sentences

5. You see your Indian/Negro friend wearing a black/brown top and say "Please lah, wear a shirt."

4. Your Indian/Negro friend threatens to 'make your shoe black' and you say "Please lah, we have enough of that here."

3. You do 'Top 10 ways to know you're (becoming) a racist' posts on your blog. *wink*

2. When telling black jokes is all you can do when you're trying to say something funny to a girl/guy/someone who attracts you.

1. You didn't understand the last nine points because you don't befriend Indians/Negroes.

And a bonus (woo hoo) reason: You're laughing at this post.


The list above has been compiled after months of tedious research based on various real-life comments (you know who you are) by certain... acquaintances. This list is copyrighted. Any form of reproduction in blogs or sites will result in a 'Why does have such a lame blog that he/she has to steal it off mine' post. OR, you could just ask me for permission.

#95: Spell Cheque

Eye halve a spelling chequer. It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
As soon as a mist ache is maid, it nose and eye can put the error rite.

-Taken from Reader's Digest

#94: Mr. Spielberg, We've Got Talent Here

Who needs Hollywood when we've got actors like these? Seriously.

#93: Wankas For Life

If you're not the 'lame kind of person that plays with an Etch-A-Sketch,' not to worry! Ask Father Wanka to adopt you, cuz for now, Wanka = cool.




I hope you understand this importance of this images to be in color. You don't? Too bad.

#92: Get An Etch-A-Sketch

Everyone should get an Etch-A-Sketch. Highly addictive 'gizmos.' So far what I've done with Emily (my Etch-A-Sketch) have been letters to Elselyn, (she was beside me, okay?) different 'etchings' of my name and other random words, a couple making out (*grin*), and an abstract piece of art caused by the complex method of randomly turning the knobs.

Get an Etch-A-Sketch and become cool.

#91: Who Needs Four-Leaf Clovers?

Yesterday was exactly two months after my fifteenth birthday, and surprise surprise, the luckiest, best-est day of my life happened. So just sit back and envy me, readers, as the drama enfolds...

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-No. 1: I got my belated birthday present from one of my best-est friends, Elselyn. A sketchbook with tons of pictures of Elselyn on the cover. Something to drool over! I really LOVE it Elselyn! And you even more!

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-No. 2: I got my second (yes, it gets even better!) belated present from other dear friends, Topher and Belle. An Etch-A-Sketch, (which is simply addictive) and a piece of the most sacred paper. Yes, it was signed by Switchfoot. (I think it'd be wiser to save space on this post rather than populating it with Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!s) You guys rock! Really RAWK!

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-No. 3: I got to go hang out with some goblok friends at the Middle of the Valley instead of stoning at home. (This is also a factor, okay?)

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-No. 4: Crystal's persistent whining (okay I'm over-exaggerating) forced us to make a pit-stop at The Body Shop. And there I got reunited with the heavenly chocolate-smelling perfume. Heaven I tell you! (Chocolate Nipple mou? It's an inside joke) And little did I know that little stop provided the perfect timing for the next event...

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-AND-THIS-IS-BIG-No. 5: At the mall I bumped into the group of Swedish players. (yes, THAT group) But to my dismay, no sign of Emily. Until (Yes, UNTIL!) I was going up an escalator and Josh Yee jokingly pointed out a white girl and asked "Emily ah?" And God-Bless-Me! (Yes!) IT WAS EMILY! EMILY! My EMILY! (Okay maybe not) But still! And she waved at me! And I waved back! And she smiled! Oh my!!! And what made it all the more satisfactory was I had witnesses. Min, Crystal, and Josh. She was HAWT okay?! Ask them!

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-No. 6: We went and watched Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. A below-average show, but there's *drum roll* JESSICA ALBA! (Not looking the best in blonde, but who's to complain?) I And watching it with Josh Chang gave some slight entertainment to a somewhat dull show.

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-No. 7: I was still hyped up about seeing Emily, so I created a masterplan. While some of the girls were shopping and the guys were waiting outside, I devised ways to attract attention and possibly, Emily. From playing leapfrog to playing tag while holding balloons around Center Court to stuffing balloons under our shirts, (only with Josh Yee- the only 'fun' one there) we had ourselves entertained. (No Emily didn't find us)

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-No. 8: The Emily-frenzy triggered me to name my Etch-A-Sketch 'Emily.' (Yup, it's one of the few times I named an object)

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-No. 9: My father figure, Jun Min (Stop cursing at the screen at why I picked him and just read on) aka Father Wanka (it's an inside thing) laid out the plan for my love life. (You're not gonna know) And he encouraged me on my choice with Emily and other 'heroic' deeds. Not really a lucky occurrence, but I just thought I'd add this in cuz I'm pretty lazy to tell 'some people' the things that happened that I didn't mention. It's complicated.

What-happened-that-made-my-day-so-lucky-No. 10: We finished hanging out with vanilla ice-cream and messing around at Toys-R-Us. (Magic 8 Ball rocks! Another private joke)


Instead of being a party-pooper and leaving pessimistic messages on my Cbox, try matching this: Present from a hot best friend, getting a new toy, avoiding boredom, smelling good, meeting a HAWT girl you adore, watching a HAWT girl you adore, messing around with your best friend, naming your toy, getting encouragement from 'dad,' and messing around again. I think I'm REALLY lucky.

#90: Pick Me Up

I had to do this.


I need some flirtatious pictures of myself.

#89: What's In A Name?

As Martin says, "Albert is a fat name." Here are some other names I tend to stereotype.


Fanny: Really old, English aunt that ties her hair in a bun and likes sewing.

Charlie: A nerdy suspenders-wielding dude sporting a center-parted hairstyle.

Vincent: A big-headed Elvis Presley-lookalike.

Elvis Presley: Whenever I see his name I think of the word pelvis.

Candy: LA LA MOOI!

Denise, Danielle, Kelsey, Elselyn: HAWT rocking chicks. *wink*


No offense, but it's just 'Cedric-stereotyping.' If you're a Fanny, Charlie, Vincent, etc., change my perception, then.

#88: I Survived

Cedric lives to face another day! As I experienced the 'challenging' ordeal of experiencing an electricity cut for a good nine hours. So other than staring out my balcony on the lookout for Tenaga Nasional workers, gazing at a lit candle, or trying to 'smoke' with a toothpick, it was pretty boring.

#87: Song In My Head

Sherwood rocks.

#86: I Have A Dream... Can I Make That Three Dreams?

It was quite some time when I was gambling on whether to share a few of my ('feminine,' if some of you macho guys call it) ULTIMATE dreams. Yeah, the ones that girls blog about. So spare me from nonstop critical comments, and read the post. (That was a command)


This-is-gonna-come-true-dream #1: To marry a baker- You could admit I was pretty silent bout this, (which was triggered after watching Stranger Than Fiction, eating at Bakin' Boys, and finding out 'someone' bakes *wink*) but after Jun Min's 'Cedric-you-were-right-I-have-to-marry-a-baker' post, I have decided that it was time to put other people's thoughts behind me and to go on my ever-exciting pursuit of true love. (girls are gonna bowl after my romantic exploits) And the rest will be history. My delicious baker with her delicious delights. Ok, that sounded REALLY wrong. But what can't sound not wrong when you're thinking of a beautiful wife and these?



This-is-gonna-come-true-dream #2: To be an author or artist of a children's book- It'd be seriously cool to do a Dr. Seuss-like (thought there'll be none like him) book, or illustrating for a book like that.


To captivate children as they venture into my book or drawings, just as authors like Roald Dahl and E. B. White, or artists like Quentin Blake have done to me.It would be a dream come true.


This-is-gonna-come-true-dream-and-the-last-I'm-gonna-post-about #3:


To attend a Switchfoot concert, or if I'm entitled to dream on, follow them on a tour- If you have been reading my blog for a while now, I believe you'd have suspected, at least, that I have 'something' for Switchfoot. If you're new here, I'm a diehard Switchfoot fan. (Yes, Jon Foreman's grandma's name is Fanny G. Foreman- No I'm kidding)

#85: Emo Is In

It's time to switch your Hilary Duff and Paris Hilton (what the Hong Kong) playlist to Death Cab and Mae tunes. Time to go sombre over Chinese tea, lack of hair, and African children. Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's EMO SEASON.

#84: The Guy On The Left is Handsomer

Ladies and gentlemen, what you see before you is a one-of-a-kind piece of photography that will go down in the history books as the only photo at which females human beings will not drool over Samuel Oh Eu Hock. (Well, maybe some girls would drool over his hair, but they'd be mostly weirdos)

According to sources, we have been given two reasons:

1. Because his face is covered, obviously.

2. Why would someone drool over a good-looking guy when an EVEN MORE good-looking guy is next to him?


If this blog ceases to be updated, I'd bet on the legions of Sam Oh's female fans committing a homicide on me.

#83: That'll Be That Day

Right now, I'm obviously vouching for getting my blog a good ol' update rather than emo-ing over not being able to upload images into Photobucket. So here we go...

Sayings like '...when purple pigs fly' are getting overused nowadays. So what I've done is compiled some of my original 'that'll-be-the-day' lines (that you'd be able to use), all for your vocabulary pleasure.

The day ...

...Isaac Ravi will don bling-bling and go hip-hop.

...Crystal will fall for a complete jock.

...Topher will get exhausted.

...Elselyn will not find a single guy in any movie good-looking.

...Danielle will have a crush on a guy. (Okay Nielle, I was kiddin' bout that- I know you love me!)


The above was written specifically for entertainment purposes. Any offence taken by anyone is not intended. Cheers!

#82: We Are Closed For... "Oh C'mon!"

I'm almost coming to the superstitious conclusion that I'm part of a conspiracy of not being able to go into my Photobucket album.

Darn you, Photobucket creators! (C'mon I'm doing all this for a good cause! Now because of you Topher's layout will have to wait- yes, blame them Topher!)

#81: Step Aside, Dr. Seuss

I am a boy.
I am a nice boy.
I am a nice, handsome boy.
I am a nice, handsome, smart boy.

I am a potential children's 'learn-to-read' book author.

#80: Father's Day

Happy Father's Day. (click on image to enlarge)

#79: Visit Sweden 2007. Forget Malaysia.

The best things come out of Sweden: Ballerina cookies, IKEA, and *sigh* Emily.

#78: So What's New?

I've watched all the Switchfoot podcast and Smosh videos, read all the PBF comics. What else is new?

#77: Stockholm Syndrome, alright

You are the sun in the sky,
The apple in my pie,
The roti in my canai,
I cannot help but sigh.

You filled me up with glee,
I want to climb a tree,
You mean the world to me,
Please marry me Emily.


So there's a group of Swedish players who came for a short training stint with the Kuala Lumpur players, and God bless me, a flippin'-tastic HAWT 14 year-old chick was part of the team that would be with us for awhile. Now the envy of my fellow teammates, (they have finally seen the light: Speaking English scores chicks- Mandarin and Cantonese scores fake prosperity) training will never be the same again. God really loves me.

Next week- Phase 2: Getting deeper, getting her picture. *grin*

#76: Oh Look Who's A Big Boy

To my wrestling buddy, noble protege, and little brother, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Do not be deceived by the cute exterior. That guy sure can wrestle.

#75: Tis The Season To Be Emo

Going over the thought of whether his warm, comfortable bed would be where he spends the rest of the day (which he was all in support for) or to force himself to get up to the bleak prospect of facing the world for another day. Not being given a choice, as always, he painfully tore away from the almost unbreakable bond with his bed and dragged himself to the washroom.

After the most slothful wash-up, he placed himself before the dining table, allowing the ever-present gravity in life to pull his head towards the ground. Thud. His head lay on the table, motionless. He was almost back to dreaming of dreaming of dreaming, (you get the picture) until his mother nudged him back to reality. Bleak reality. Thoughts flooded his mind. Life just wasn't what it used to be like. There was nothing to look forward to anymore. He gave a huge sigh and thought out loud.

"If only I didn't get this cursed haircut."

This story is 90% fiction. Yes, I got my haircut. But obviously, I'm not the type to go suicidal over a haircut. Whether it was the shampoo or my diet, I have enough hair to look reasonable sane. (and I've demolished my writer's block AND got an update- Cheers!)

Whether it's Billy, Carrots, or Homer, there is an emo kid in all of us, wanting to break free. Over Chinese tea, pimples, or lack of hair, the emo inside of us is worth unveiling. Who is the real you? (this sounds like a beer ad tagline)

WARNING: This post has no intention of converting readers to become goths or suicidal teenagers. It was simply part of the process of overcoming my writer's block, so I think it'd be best that the closest you get to emo is just whining over a girl or getting a.... emo hairstyle?

#74: Don't Try This at Home. At The Cyber Cafe, Maybe.

I've just concluded that blasting Death Cab on your speakers won't work out when you wanna 'get rocking.'

#73: Ock, ock, ock.

Just around the block,
He picked the lock,
He pulled out a glock,
Gave them a shock,
Took off his sock,
I have 'writer's block,'
Gosh- I feel like a jock.

#72: Love Stories Don't Stop

From TotallyFiction
Then She Came

Then she came.

Funny how some things can change so fast. She was about to walk past me, making me frantically attempt to morph myself from the reckless ruffian into the cool, mysterious guy sitting on the sidewalk. Miraculously, she turned her head into my direction and walked towards me. With a heart rate of hundred beats per second, it was simply useless to tell myself to cal down. Head spinning, heart thumping, legs trembling, a sudden change of expression in her face made my condition even worse. The spinning in my head turned into to a rollercoaster. My heart now sounded like a big bass drum beating. The sweetest smile I had ever seen spread across her angelic face. It worked. Alas, the smile stayed on her face as she walked past me, without the faintest sense of my presence. My world came crashing down, crushing all the remains of hope. I made no effort to turn around to look at her for one last time. Getting up, I looked at the sky. Clouds made way for the warm sun that smiled down on me. I walked on. Away from her. To the good day that awaited me.


That proves you don't need a girlfriend. For now.

#71: When Hair Abandons

Side effects kick in: How in the Hong Kong did I let the hairdresser cut my hair THIS SHORT?!

Hopefully I can find peace in the fact girls bowl over short-haired hunks. (Sorry, no names)

#70: Whoa, A Warning Sign

#69: I Couldn't Get In 'Classifieds'

As impossible as it may seem, I have come up with a financial plan for the year in order to save enough cash for a certain item I plan on getting.

Okay, I was kiddin' bout the financial plan and all, but God-bless-me, I AM actually going to try and collect as much money as I can.

So if any of you are willing to pay for a good, snazzy blog layout, odd-job man, or hooker, (NO WAY!) I'm your man.

#68: Writer's What?

Ever feel like you have an update inside of you, only to be at a blank when you come to the 'Create Post' page?

Errr Ce... that's writer's block lah... writer's block.

#67: Money Waster

If you have a never-ending source of financial support, (excluding your parents- it's not a good idea) and have simply no value of money, go watch Shrek 3.

#66: Daniel Sim Got Cloned

If you thought one was enough, think again.

Say hello to Mr. Big Words Number 2's blog. Click here.

I seriously dunno where these guys like him and Daniel Sim come from. Seriously.

#65: Instead of Wasting Your Time on 'Superman Returns'

I'm a real fan of making lists. (like Kristy) Though I've never put it on my blog, (cuz it looks like a tag) a legion of lists are filled in my head, even as I speak. So I think it's better late than never to let it all out. (Ok, maybe not all)

Good Movies to Watch


-Stranger Than Fiction: If you're a writer (as in writer writer) or you simply appreciate the English language, (that's not you, Joshua Yee) this is the perfect movie for you. It's about a man who hears a voice narrating his life- In reality, he is a character in a best-selling author's book-in-progress, in which the author is looking for a way to kill him off (in the book). Great storyline, rich language (plus this was where part of my obsession with 'bakers' started *wink*)- A language enthusiast's must-watch.


-Inside Man: Action, thrill, violence- (no sex, though) this is one heck of a movie. It's almost impossible to write a synopsis for this movie due to the complex and fantastic twists in the storyline. (so Joshua Yee can't watch this too) I found a good actor in Clive Owen in this movie. Watch it! (Except Joshua Yee)


-Millions: Though it's a British movie, this is good stuff. About two brothers who find a bag filled with millions of dollars, and it just so happens that the British pound is converting to the Euro the next day. So I watched this show in utter jealously at their free-rolling spree. Every boy's fantasy with money comes true in this movie. (Joshua, you can watch this)


More like a entertainment magazine's movie review than a mere list, it suits me- Now I've got an update- who's to complain?

#64: Borders should be calling anytime now...

I'm bored. And when I'm bored I tend to come up with the random-est content to fill this ol' blog up with. So I thought it'd be funny just to think of any one of my friends (or even me) publishing an autobiography. (interesting eh?) So yet again justifying the fact that Photoshop is my refuge in a time of boredom, here are some covers I've designed for my fellow homies' future best-sellers. *wink*


She's just SOOO cute. *sigh*



Even his proof-reader couldn't handle THAT much spelling errors eh?


*Drooool*


*Droooooooooool* *Points excitedly* Eh, my girlfriend you know, my girlfriend.



Mr.San Diego.


I'd continue making covers, but alas, I actually have things to do. (Yes, gasp in amazement)

#63: I Tagged Myself. Again.

Instead of stoning in front of the computer screen, I decided to do something more resourceful, like doing a tag to fill my blog!

5 things found in your bag
-sketchbook
-pencil box
-water bottle
-Bible
-notebook
(the only time I carry a bag is when I go to church)

5 things found in your purse/wallet
-photostated IC
-old movie tickets I collect just for fun
-two $1 US Dollar notes
-my golf and sports club card
-a calendar
(I don't always have money in my wallet, y'know)

5 favorite things in your room
-the life-size images of bloomunkee on my door
-my bed
-my ultra-messy cupboard
-my posters
-the old cassette/radio player

5 types of humans
-emos (like Jeremy, Crystal)
-rempits (you can't not know)
-la las (I cannot get how they can see with hair covering their eyes)
-lamos (like me, Josh Yee, Josh Yong, and of course, Jien Shen)
-bakers (*wink*)

5 things you've always wanted to do
-attend a Switchfoot concert
-own a professional camera
-go on a road trip/any form of holiday with friends (overseas, of course)
-visit the movie set of a accomplished studio/director
-start a family (go forth and multiply, baby!)

5 things you're currently into
-emo Death Cab music
-ghetto talk (the two just don't match do they?)
-Relient K's new album
-blogging and Switchfoot, as usual
-bakers (*wink again*)

5 people you tag
-Nielle
-Elselyn
-Daniel Sim (*grin*)
-Joshua Yee
-Basil

*Got the tag off Nina's blog.

#62: Look who...

After many months of trying to convince him to do better things with his time, Lil' Bro has finally got a blog!



Awww, isn't he cute? (he's so gonna kill me) Click here to check his blog out! His first post is seriously funny- a natural blogger, maybe? After all, he learns from the best! *wink*

#61: So I Write Love Stories. Deal With It.

From TotallyFiction
Farting in a public train isn't very pleasant...

Busy carefully looking out not to bump the tough-looking Indian man behind me, the vulgar stench enveloped the the whole train and the many passengers crammed into the train like a can of sardines twisted their faces in agony as the smell crept into their nostrils, polluting their lungs and literally damaging their bodies.

I'm an expressive person. I'm not happy with something, I'll voice it out. I see a hot girl, I walk up to her and hold her hand. Okay, forget the girl thing. But there I was, on the train, unashamed as I let my feelings take over me.

"Yyeeeaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh...." (Fine, then tell me how to spell 'yuck' and 'aaargh' combined)

My lungs would have fell out of my mouth if it wasn't for the tap on my shoulder. Using all the remaining strength within me, I turned and saw her. Her glowing face, silky hair. I inhaled another gulp of the hazardous odor in awe of the love of my life, right in front of me. Until this day I owe her my life, had I not been in her presence, I would fall over on my face and probably, as sudden as it seems, die.

I know held sounds more gentle and romantic, but grabbed and tugged violently was what I did as pulled her out of the train once the doors opened to the next stop. So here I was, her hand in mine, staring blankly at the Chan Sow Lin sign the hung above our heads. I looked and her and smiled weakly. (I hadn't gotten over the smell yet. Fart in your nostrils is lasting) She took me to a nearby bench and sat down with me. I looked into her eyes again. Those deeps eyes. But then, disaster struck.

"Happy Valentine's." She said.

Once again, I am a very expressive person. I was transformed into a blur of hands waving frantically and gasps of 'aiyos.' She must have had the agility and precision of a martial arts master to have guided her hand through those clumsy hands to my face. As I settled down, she told me gave me all the assurance I needed, and finished off her speech with an angelic 'I love you.' I felt like such a loser. Which girl melts a boys heart? But what the heck, I was enjoying myself. I leaned towards her, and our lips within centimeters of joy...

"Dey. Tambi."

My eyes opened to see the thick lips of the Indian man within centimeters of my face.

"You okay ah?"

I groggily pulled myself up to my feet. I looked around me. I was still in the train, five stops away from Chan Sow Lin.

"Aiyo, that cantik ah moi ah, so pretty then kentut, habis." He said in his thick Indian accent, wobbling his head from side to side as he spoke. "Then you also lah, you punya hidung, apa la you! Macam tu pun pengsan!" (Translated to 'Aiyo, that pretty chick, so pretty then fart, finished. Then you also lah, your nose, like that also faint!")

I'm gonna stay away from the LRT for awhile.


This story is half-fictional, Cedric did experience the foul stench of someone's fart that poisoned his head that inspired him to write this Valentine's story. However, Cedric stayed composed and did not crumble to the smell. As for the 'she,' it's not any of you female readers. Sorry for the disappointment.

#60: Tall Shorties

I am the unluckiest guy in the world. (putting that up on my MSN nickname triggered A LOT of comments) It just so happens that all the girls/chicks/shorties I find 'hot' always end up like sisters to me, therefore making it a little complicated. (you know what I mean) C'mon! I'm a fifteen year old guy! Life = girls! (not really)

Word to Me Homies: My Sister Shorties (Part 2)


Kelsey: My Chindian mungem of a sister! One of the few who knows most of the whole epic tale of my life, someone who's just great to talk to. AND she's flippin' hot! (supposedly I've never said that about her, according to her) So yeah, she's one of the factors to my unluckiness.


Elselyn: Someone I've shared my childhood with growing up, full of embarrassing memories and memorable... erm... memories. A fun-loving chick who simply brightens up my day and makes me smile at the thought of her 'Elselyn-ness.' And she's one drop-dead gorgeous girl! (who's also my 'sister,' therefore contributing a huge amount to my unluckiness)


Denise: Hot, random, caring, awesome- This is one heck of a great friend. Though she's someone I've never liked, (don't worry- you were hot all along) she's one precious and unique girl! See why I'm unlucky now?


Danielle: A sensitive, cute, rocking, innocent chick who simply amazes me with her... err.. amazing maturity. (I'm not really good with adjectives) She is one smart girl by choosing not to pollute her mind with those things called boys, and as a result she enjoys her life and is the rocking friend she is to me now! (You could say even black cats won't cross my path because of my unluckiness!)


Crystal: My blood sister, making her one of my closest friends. You could say she has a teeny-weeny hint of immaturity that I have to handle with her sometimes, but other than that she's someone who looks out for me, educates, and grooms me like a responsible sister should. (not to mention buying stuff for me) Someone I look up to and adore. Though there's not even a 0.0001% chance of me falling for her, she's 'up there' in terms of 'hotness.' (somehow soothes the unluckiness I am experiencing- I AM LUCKY to have a sister like her)


Okay guys, wipe up the drool off your keyboard, it's back to reality now. (I LOVE YOU GIRLS!)

#59: Me Housies... I Mean, Homies. Heh Heh

Before any other of my fellow homies 'follow the trend,' I thought I'd do a post about some of my bestest friends, with whom I've done crazy things with- great stuff. 'Nuff said! Here it goes!

Word to Me Homies: The inner sanctum of Machas (Part 1) (and yes, I've succumbed to the ghetto talk by the shorties... word)



Martin: The first guy I had a physical relationship with. Yup the times we spent swimming, futsal-ing, AND wrestling! (you sick perves- what do you think I meant by 'physical?') You the man dawg!

Josh Yee: Despite our differences: like his Oxford-like grammar that simply wows me, this macha is one good guy I can share my jock-ness with. *Heads clash, followed by a jockish roar*

#58: From My Heart

If you readers have been enjoying my blog posts and all, (I shouldn't have started it with 'if'-it's a definite you have been...') that's been great. But I think this blog could do with some 'deeper' stuff. (Yes, you heard it from ME- the me ME) So yeah, here's a feeble attempt at it...

Working is hard. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead, my head spinning- almost uncertain as to whether I could survive another second under the baking sun. Feebly observing my surroundings, I saw the ever-so-common sight of dirt. Left, right, front, back, center- All my eyes could see was dirt. Reluctantly I picked up my rusty shovel and shoved it into the ground, then heaved it back up, scooping as much dirt as I could. I repeated the same motion again. And again. And again...

What? Oh, this is not deep? I am getting deeper! Obviously if you want a deep post you'll have to start digging first right? Sheesh readers, you are not worthy of my lameness.

Yet another shaking heads in despair-triggering post. Hallelujah.

#57: Switchfoot Goes Bling

Never thought Beyonce would be so rocking. Rocking, not hot.

#56: Topher is TOO Lucky

Topher, you are the luckiest guy on this flippin' planet! Just when you moved to San Diego, look what happened today! The Switchfoot Bro-Am concert! (that's the free beach concert)

Such a shame. (as in that you couldn't go)

Unless you went? The small spark of hope lies within me! And it will not burn out! No it won't!

#55: Emo Is In

Deathbed (the video below is just a slide of pics done by someone- don't bother that it's 10 minutes long, it's worth listening)




A really moving song by Relient K featuring Jon Foreman from Switchfoot- about a man who tells of his lifetime in the song- how he met Jesus and how He changed his life. Good stuff. For lyrics click here.

#53: Is That You?!

Hahaha! Yolanda! (it's an inside thing)


Yes, Joshua Yong once looked 'hemsem.' *snicker*

#52: Of Pirates and Spoilers... Not the ones on cars

As of today, Kathryn (the 'dark' bimbo) replaces Danielle as the worst... no that's not a nice word... wrong-est person to watch a movie with. This new found truth unfolded to me yesterday when a group of us went for Pirates 3. And Kathryn, being the bimbo she is, started finding every single second of the movie hilarious, or laugh-worthy. C'mon! A child was about to get hanged and she started laughing. Makes me wonder whether her laughing is her way of trying (just trying) to show that she actually understands the movie. (but to no avail) Bimbo-ish laughter: the ultimate turn-off.


As for Pirates 3, let's say you're the type that enjoys spoiling movies for people. 'The hero dies!' 'In the end she won't marry him!' 'Mr. Jones is Tanya's father!' It's at those times where murderous thoughts start flooding our mind when people like that spoil the movie for us. So as I was saying, Pirates 3 is the perfect movie with the perfect 'surprises' that would simply place a movie-spoiler in heaven. Like when Jack Sparrow turns into a monkey at the end... (I'm kiddin' bout that- I'm not that type of person)

#52: Dreams Do Come True After All

They're coming! They're coming! Ah!!!



No, not really. But I can only hope for it to happen sometime soon.

#55: Vote for Us

Another rare 'colored' post.


As Daniel stated in his blog, he's humbly requesting for your (yes, your) votes. LOL! Tees have submitted a design to an American (yes, American) t-shirt printer/company/you-know-what. Yup, and you (yes, you again!) can vote for the shirt to be printed! Just spend the slightest amount of your time getting an account, and then give the shirt a rating of five! It's that simple! Click here now!

The future of LOL! Tees depends on you. (Sheesh, propaganda)


If all you readers are wondering on my sudden sympathy and caring-ness for the Sim brothers' desire for money, I think 98.76% (Yes, it's that accurate) of my motive is because... err.... I drew that chocolate bar. Oh look! Even more reason to vote!