how am I so much better at poker online?
i mean sure, it's not real money and it's not in person, but i think busting 5 games in a row in real life is still unwarranted if I managed to bust the same guy 6 times in one sitting online.
Hi Song. 45 minutes from joining I now have four times your number of chips on zynga.
Uncool, yo. Whatever the case, the jet lag somehow managed to get worse upon coming back to this fiery rock. I'm not even fazed here and I usually start getting drowsy around 1.
In unrelated news, band got cancelled yay, so did a planned outing boo. I guess we'll have to wait for everybody to come back from over yonder before we do anything then, which is fine by me i suppose. I don't think I got enough stuff from Canada to throw at people though, that's not good.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Mmm, noodle soup.
Kudos to anybody who knows where the title was quoted from. Singapore is humid like nothing else, and coming here after Canada feels like I'm moving in and breathing soup. I love it thank you.
ahhhhhhhh, jet lag can be a bitch. First thing i do when i come back is bathe, spend an hour watching tv without pants on (BECAUSE I CAN. Also because I miss being able to prance about in clothing that doesn't engulf my legs and make them itch) and fall asleep for 10 hours. I then wake up at 3 am wondering what in hell just happened and realise I left the computer on whoops. Hey, the trip may have bitten cock but I got to watch a shit load of movies and TV in the plane! This may or may not include an episode of Kim Possible.
I do miss the good music in Canada, even though I swear that country is about 10-20 years backwards when it comes to the subject: I didn't hear a single Lady GaGa or Pixie Lott song during my stay there - which is a good thing, I guess.
In other news, band starts again on wednesday tomorrow but I'm not going cause they can all fuck off and eat shit. Don't be mistaken - I hold no animosity towards band I just don't want to go, and I often mistake inappropriate swearing for cynical humour hence the previous sentence. Now to play poker on facebook.
EDIT: But before that, I have to note that there's got to be something in Canada that gives people larger boobs and makes them a lot taller, hotter and friendlier (besides the genes, of course). Like the second thing that went through my head when I arrived at the airport was "THESE WOMEN ARE TALLER THAN ME."; the first being "FUCK IT'S COLD." and the third being "WHY ARE THE PEOPLE HERE HOTTER THAN ANYBODY I KNOW IN SINGAPORE."
Boytalk over: is time for poker.
ahhhhhhhh, jet lag can be a bitch. First thing i do when i come back is bathe, spend an hour watching tv without pants on (BECAUSE I CAN. Also because I miss being able to prance about in clothing that doesn't engulf my legs and make them itch) and fall asleep for 10 hours. I then wake up at 3 am wondering what in hell just happened and realise I left the computer on whoops. Hey, the trip may have bitten cock but I got to watch a shit load of movies and TV in the plane! This may or may not include an episode of Kim Possible.
I do miss the good music in Canada, even though I swear that country is about 10-20 years backwards when it comes to the subject: I didn't hear a single Lady GaGa or Pixie Lott song during my stay there - which is a good thing, I guess.
In other news, band starts again on wednesday tomorrow but I'm not going cause they can all fuck off and eat shit. Don't be mistaken - I hold no animosity towards band I just don't want to go, and I often mistake inappropriate swearing for cynical humour hence the previous sentence. Now to play poker on facebook.
EDIT: But before that, I have to note that there's got to be something in Canada that gives people larger boobs and makes them a lot taller, hotter and friendlier (besides the genes, of course). Like the second thing that went through my head when I arrived at the airport was "THESE WOMEN ARE TALLER THAN ME."; the first being "FUCK IT'S COLD." and the third being "WHY ARE THE PEOPLE HERE HOTTER THAN ANYBODY I KNOW IN SINGAPORE."
Boytalk over: is time for poker.
Friday, December 25, 2009
I am in Starbucks
is kinda cool doing the internet in a public place. Every now and then I just assume somebody's looking over my shoulder and write something to let him know I'm on to him. That means you, blonde dude. Merry Christmas. There's also a kid behind me complaining about how they've been shopping all day and his dad's reprimanding him.
One thing I can actually say that I like about Canada is that all the music I hear in the stores are songs that I like. First thing playing when i walked into the supermarket was Enter Sandman, followed by some Bon Jovi and right now there's a certain Corinne Bailey Rae song playing in the backgound at Sudo Starbucks. Other than that, my hot chocolate's cold and I'm waiting for my mom to finish shopping so i can go back and play ODST on the 360 back at the house.
Funny thing about playing shooters is that when you play more than one within the span of a couple of games, you mix up the controls and start chucking frags when you want to reload in Modern Warfare; or go epileptic with your gun when you're trying to crouch in Halo; or zooming in when you're trying to lob a grenade in Borderlands. Or forgetting that the fucking ODSTs can't sprint for some reason and start crouching like a spaz. Can't these games just agree on one scheme? Bastards. At least let us customize our controls, 2K.
Anyway, I think I've done enough bitching posts within the past few days, being morbidly unhappy while in this country. Enough bitching has been done, now it's Christmas and I shall be happy. Finding presents is always tough for me cause I insist that I get my friends something I think would be a cool present, of which there are only a few. Gneh. There was a dreamcatcher on sale next door, I think I might get that. Dreamcatchers are cool, right?
One thing I can actually say that I like about Canada is that all the music I hear in the stores are songs that I like. First thing playing when i walked into the supermarket was Enter Sandman, followed by some Bon Jovi and right now there's a certain Corinne Bailey Rae song playing in the backgound at Sudo Starbucks. Other than that, my hot chocolate's cold and I'm waiting for my mom to finish shopping so i can go back and play ODST on the 360 back at the house.
Funny thing about playing shooters is that when you play more than one within the span of a couple of games, you mix up the controls and start chucking frags when you want to reload in Modern Warfare; or go epileptic with your gun when you're trying to crouch in Halo; or zooming in when you're trying to lob a grenade in Borderlands. Or forgetting that the fucking ODSTs can't sprint for some reason and start crouching like a spaz. Can't these games just agree on one scheme? Bastards. At least let us customize our controls, 2K.
Anyway, I think I've done enough bitching posts within the past few days, being morbidly unhappy while in this country. Enough bitching has been done, now it's Christmas and I shall be happy. Finding presents is always tough for me cause I insist that I get my friends something I think would be a cool present, of which there are only a few. Gneh. There was a dreamcatcher on sale next door, I think I might get that. Dreamcatchers are cool, right?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
So.
So before this trip to Canada everybody was telling me "Hey at least you're going somewhere." or "Canada's nice!" So I figured: Hey, maybe I'll try to enjoy it this time, I can't do anything about it right. Well no, I could have done something about it, I just didn't. Naturally, I only blog when I'm angry enough to be able to think of something to write about, so I'm here to tell you that you were all fucking wrong and this place bites so much cock that fireants-down-underwear doesn't even come close.
Okay, the people here are great, they're friendly and helpful and whatever; just that the act of being in this country somehow gives God reason to have a personal vendetta against me. Every day that I'm here something worse happens to me; i've only been here for 3 days and I have the strongest urge to off somebody. I'm not discouraging you from taking a vacation in this country, it's a fucking nice place, just that the only way you're getting me back here is threatening to cut my balls off with a rusty spoon.
it's not enough that i miss caroling, JCPBF and christmas dinner for sitting on my frozen ass blogging at 3 am local time, no; I have to stumble upon one of my mom's emails that sends me down depression lane and lose 20 bucks to a royal flush in poker.
A bleeding royal flush, do you know what the odds of getting a royal flush are? 1 in 649 000. If that doesn't seem like much to you - I'd have 169 times the odds of impregnating somebody on birth control pills while using a condom.
I'm more likely to die from a catastrophic asteroid strike.
A woman would have a higher chance of not being molested on the Tokyo subway in a public carriage.
God hates me. You see where optimism gets you? Canada. Optimism gets you in Canada - frozen, pissed off and missing Christmas dinner.
Okay, the people here are great, they're friendly and helpful and whatever; just that the act of being in this country somehow gives God reason to have a personal vendetta against me. Every day that I'm here something worse happens to me; i've only been here for 3 days and I have the strongest urge to off somebody. I'm not discouraging you from taking a vacation in this country, it's a fucking nice place, just that the only way you're getting me back here is threatening to cut my balls off with a rusty spoon.
it's not enough that i miss caroling, JCPBF and christmas dinner for sitting on my frozen ass blogging at 3 am local time, no; I have to stumble upon one of my mom's emails that sends me down depression lane and lose 20 bucks to a royal flush in poker.
A bleeding royal flush, do you know what the odds of getting a royal flush are? 1 in 649 000. If that doesn't seem like much to you - I'd have 169 times the odds of impregnating somebody on birth control pills while using a condom.
I'm more likely to die from a catastrophic asteroid strike.
A woman would have a higher chance of not being molested on the Tokyo subway in a public carriage.
God hates me. You see where optimism gets you? Canada. Optimism gets you in Canada - frozen, pissed off and missing Christmas dinner.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Fukeneh!
That's what it says on this shot glass i got. Fukeneh! If you don't get it then god help you.
Being jetlagged really gives you a lot of time to ponder the mysteries of life while you're lying awake in the middle of night. Or at least enough time to realise how much you're missing just to be dragged off to Canada against your own will.
JC Band fest; caroling; christmas, new years and their dinners - this snowboarding shit better be good, cause I'm not digging the cold so much, no. Worst bit is that I have absolutely nothing to do on the flight back, I ran out of movies to watch on the way here.
Well hey, on the bright side, 500 days of Summer is the best movie I've watched in a while. Better than the Public Enemies nonsense my classmates dragged me to because they wanted to drool over Johnny Depp and Christian Bale, you bastards.
Canada isn't all that bad, though, it may be biting cold but the snow makes the scenery purty and stuff; and the people here actually talk, you know, not like back home where the most conversation i could get from a stranger would be cursing at their driving. In any case, I'm waiting for the snowboarding to make me feel all better. I hope.
EDIT: Eggnog tastes like rank milk with sugar.
Being jetlagged really gives you a lot of time to ponder the mysteries of life while you're lying awake in the middle of night. Or at least enough time to realise how much you're missing just to be dragged off to Canada against your own will.
JC Band fest; caroling; christmas, new years and their dinners - this snowboarding shit better be good, cause I'm not digging the cold so much, no. Worst bit is that I have absolutely nothing to do on the flight back, I ran out of movies to watch on the way here.
Well hey, on the bright side, 500 days of Summer is the best movie I've watched in a while. Better than the Public Enemies nonsense my classmates dragged me to because they wanted to drool over Johnny Depp and Christian Bale, you bastards.
Canada isn't all that bad, though, it may be biting cold but the snow makes the scenery purty and stuff; and the people here actually talk, you know, not like back home where the most conversation i could get from a stranger would be cursing at their driving. In any case, I'm waiting for the snowboarding to make me feel all better. I hope.
EDIT: Eggnog tastes like rank milk with sugar.
EDIT#2sin(π/2): Yeah the post is exactly the same as the note i did on facebook.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
make it so.
I find it both kind of cool and somewhat disturbing that one of the longest, un-awkward conversations i've had about sex with someone was with a girl. I always sort of thought it would be pretty the damn strange to hold that sort of conversation with someone of the opposite sex; apparently not.
Well, not as much as I thought, at least.
In other news, I've been waking up early recently for some reason, and it's nice in the morning and all but I'm really unamusedly sleepy cause I go to sleep at 1. I feel like a noodle with noodles for limbs.
Anyway, I've earned myself a videogame post, i think. So, Borderlands! Diablo with guns, pretty much, and the whole game is filled with all sorts of shout-outs that only the nerd community of which I belong to would actually understand. There's a shield in-game called the cracked sash, some boss monster called Rakkinishu and some dude named Jaynis Kobb, among other things I probably haven't found yet but would giggle like a girl at. It's a very funny game.
I'm waiting to see if they named anybody John Luke Pikard. I would laugh myself to death. Damn French!
Also, see post below.
Well, not as much as I thought, at least.
In other news, I've been waking up early recently for some reason, and it's nice in the morning and all but I'm really unamusedly sleepy cause I go to sleep at 1. I feel like a noodle with noodles for limbs.
Anyway, I've earned myself a videogame post, i think. So, Borderlands! Diablo with guns, pretty much, and the whole game is filled with all sorts of shout-outs that only the nerd community of which I belong to would actually understand. There's a shield in-game called the cracked sash, some boss monster called Rakkinishu and some dude named Jaynis Kobb, among other things I probably haven't found yet but would giggle like a girl at. It's a very funny game.
I'm waiting to see if they named anybody John Luke Pikard. I would laugh myself to death. Damn French!
Also, see post below.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Because I can
also because I'm going to canada soon against my own free will and I don't think I could finish it by then (I spent twelve hours on this shit. go figure.)
merry fucking christmas.
merry fucking christmas.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Try the other side.
Me: See? 'Tear here', you were opening it from the wrong end. Idiot.
Someone else: NO I WILL TEAR WHEREVER THE FUCK I WANT YOU CONFORMIST BITCH.
Or so it went.
I think philosophy is interesting; very interesting, in fact. Problem is, several days after I'm done whoring out wikipedia about it I usually suddenly forget everything I read. I've spent half a day reading up on Nietzsche and Kierkegaard and existentialism and nihilism and categorial imperatives and whathaveyou, only to completely forget it all 2 weeks later. I mean I don't think it's particularly applicable or useful, but it's interesting at the very least and if I can't even remember details about stuff I'm actually interested in then this is probably why I'm bad at my studies.
Call it an excuse but... uh. So, yeah.
"But Justin!" you ask, "Whoever in hell is Kierkegaard?" To which my answer is, "I haven't the slightest fuck of a clue either! Why, you ask? Because my memory is full of shit, that's why!"
If there's anything at all that An Education taught me, it's that we're all exceptionally dense until we haul our asses out of school and into society, so I'm still holding out for when I graduate to see if I stop being retarded. What I do know is that these memory lapses are why I resent holding any kind of leadership position that requires me to commit myself to work for long periods of time, because after a while the memory bit of my brain liquefies and dribbles out of my ears and I can't remember whatever on earth I was supposed to be doing. Furthermore, subsequent questions about the matter are usually met with a "Bwuuh?" of such magnitude that I can't possibly sound sincere; then I get fucked up the ass for neglecting my work.
I'm also supposed to be doing something now. I just can't remember what it is god I'm screwed.
Someone else: NO I WILL TEAR WHEREVER THE FUCK I WANT YOU CONFORMIST BITCH.
Or so it went.
I think philosophy is interesting; very interesting, in fact. Problem is, several days after I'm done whoring out wikipedia about it I usually suddenly forget everything I read. I've spent half a day reading up on Nietzsche and Kierkegaard and existentialism and nihilism and categorial imperatives and whathaveyou, only to completely forget it all 2 weeks later. I mean I don't think it's particularly applicable or useful, but it's interesting at the very least and if I can't even remember details about stuff I'm actually interested in then this is probably why I'm bad at my studies.
Call it an excuse but... uh. So, yeah.
"But Justin!" you ask, "Whoever in hell is Kierkegaard?" To which my answer is, "I haven't the slightest fuck of a clue either! Why, you ask? Because my memory is full of shit, that's why!"
If there's anything at all that An Education taught me, it's that we're all exceptionally dense until we haul our asses out of school and into society, so I'm still holding out for when I graduate to see if I stop being retarded. What I do know is that these memory lapses are why I resent holding any kind of leadership position that requires me to commit myself to work for long periods of time, because after a while the memory bit of my brain liquefies and dribbles out of my ears and I can't remember whatever on earth I was supposed to be doing. Furthermore, subsequent questions about the matter are usually met with a "Bwuuh?" of such magnitude that I can't possibly sound sincere; then I get fucked up the ass for neglecting my work.
I'm also supposed to be doing something now. I just can't remember what it is god I'm screwed.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
funny thing
Funny thing about my hair: it never listens to me until the exact moment when it doesn't need to be neat. Similarly, I can't be serious until shit stops being real; I can't concentrate unless it's something that has absolutely no consequence to anything that is remotely related to me and/or my wellbeing; I can't do homework until it's overdue etc etc. Maybe I (and my hair) have some pathological need to completely uninterested in the situation at hand, i don't know.
Lolno, I'm just a lazy bugger.
I've also spent the last couple days reading tvtropes and cracked.com so I'm loaded up on completely useless information. Is funny stuff, I can't bring myself to stop reading. It's like wikipedia, except a lot more fun and without citations needed.
I also learned a lot more about myself and it's pretty startling to realise how much some of the archetypes describe people you know. Hi, Jonathan; I know you're reading this.
Lolno, I'm just a lazy bugger.
I've also spent the last couple days reading tvtropes and cracked.com so I'm loaded up on completely useless information. Is funny stuff, I can't bring myself to stop reading. It's like wikipedia, except a lot more fun and without citations needed.
I also learned a lot more about myself and it's pretty startling to realise how much some of the archetypes describe people you know. Hi, Jonathan; I know you're reading this.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I hate -all your faces-
I'm so unamused right now I'd make Teller seem talkative and cheerful. I spent the first one and a half hours of today and 11 bucks going to outram, doing absocomposilutely nothing for a grand total of 5 minutes, then taking a taxi back.
To top it off it's free shipping for US$75 and above on threadless and I can't find anybody who wants to buy; and there's like 2 left of the size and design that I want.
I dare say I would kill somebody for the sake amusement right now.
To top it off it's free shipping for US$75 and above on threadless and I can't find anybody who wants to buy; and there's like 2 left of the size and design that I want.
I dare say I would kill somebody for the sake amusement right now.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I'm running out of things to make titles. Besides vaginas.
I'm going to try at some point in time ending all my statements with 'besides vaginas', because it is at this moment my favourite quote in the world. Besides vaginas.
Anyway I'm obligated to do this advertising thing for paperchain and if I'm all sarcastic about it unspecified person will scold me for not acting excited and enthusiastic about it; so I'm gonna get this over with and then go back to doing other things. Besides vaginas.
Anyway! What we really need right now is volunteers to do this 24-hour monster of a chain made entirely out of paper and little bits of metal, so sign up now! NOW. Then in 60 years, you'll be telling your grandchildren how you totally helped out and did awesome stuff (besides vaginas). That is assuming, of course, that you ever get laid.
WHAT ABOUT?
An environmental and completely youth-run event aimed at record-breaking, raising funds for reforestation and reaching out to the public on the cause of paper conservation.Our 3-part programme includes:
1. Breaking the record for world's longest PaperChain using waste paper collected in our recycling campaigns
2. Raising funds for WWF Singapore through a Pay-per-chain donation drive and token donations at our booth
3. Fringe activities such as an exhibition booth by WWF Singapore and performances by local bands and singers (to be named soon!)
WHAT FOR?
To raise $45,000 for WWF Singapore’s reforestation programmes
To construct a 90km-long PaperChain out of waste paper
To attract at least 1,000 youths to the event in addition to the 100 involved in record-breaking
------------------------------
Come and join in the action. Get your fingers green and your face grinning!
PAPERADE will be a big and smashin' event. We need happy funky people (you know you are one!) to help us out, and share the excitement. Are you game for it? There are 3 positions available - Runners, Chainers and Adverstisers. See job descriptions below to find out more. On top of a great experience on the job, your salary will come in the form of food, drinks, good music and a tee-shirt.
Description of roles
Runners- Help us "run" the event by literally running errands with our OICs. Must be smooth to ensure smooth-running and success of PAPERADE
Chainers- Physically construct the record-breaking PaperChain. A glamorous but gruelling task.
Advertiser- Run down the streets of Orchard to spread the word! Sandwich board provided.
Sign up now!
Contact projectpaperchain@gmail.com to sign up now!
Download the forms from http://www.projectpaperchain.
Email the completed form to us or hand it personally to anyone on the team.
CONTACT US
If you have questions, comments, ideas, or anything at all, do not hesitate to contact us at projectpaperchain@gmail.com or any of our team members' email addresses. We would love to hear from you!
In particular: I would love to hear from you because it will amuse me how much you're willing to do for CIP hours make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside to know that the youth are becoming so proactive when dealing with worldly issues.
Besides vaginas.
Anyway I'm obligated to do this advertising thing for paperchain and if I'm all sarcastic about it unspecified person will scold me for not acting excited and enthusiastic about it; so I'm gonna get this over with and then go back to doing other things. Besides vaginas.
Anyway! What we really need right now is volunteers to do this 24-hour monster of a chain made entirely out of paper and little bits of metal, so sign up now! NOW. Then in 60 years, you'll be telling your grandchildren how you totally helped out and did awesome stuff (besides vaginas). That is assuming, of course, that you ever get laid.
WHAT ABOUT?
An environmental and completely youth-run event aimed at record-breaking, raising funds for reforestation and reaching out to the public on the cause of paper conservation.Our 3-part programme includes:
1. Breaking the record for world's longest PaperChain using waste paper collected in our recycling campaigns
2. Raising funds for WWF Singapore through a Pay-per-chain donation drive and token donations at our booth
3. Fringe activities such as an exhibition booth by WWF Singapore and performances by local bands and singers (to be named soon!)
WHAT FOR?
To raise $45,000 for WWF Singapore’s reforestation programmes
To construct a 90km-long PaperChain out of waste paper
To attract at least 1,000 youths to the event in addition to the 100 involved in record-breaking
------------------------------
Come and join in the action. Get your fingers green and your face grinning!
PAPERADE will be a big and smashin' event. We need happy funky people (you know you are one!) to help us out, and share the excitement. Are you game for it? There are 3 positions available - Runners, Chainers and Adverstisers. See job descriptions below to find out more. On top of a great experience on the job, your salary will come in the form of food, drinks, good music and a tee-shirt.
Description of roles
Runners- Help us "run" the event by literally running errands with our OICs. Must be smooth to ensure smooth-running and success of PAPERADE
Chainers- Physically construct the record-breaking PaperChain. A glamorous but gruelling task.
Advertiser- Run down the streets of Orchard to spread the word! Sandwich board provided.
Sign up now!
Contact projectpaperchain@gmail.com to sign up now!
Download the forms from http://www.projectpaperchain.
Email the completed form to us or hand it personally to anyone on the team.
CONTACT US
If you have questions, comments, ideas, or anything at all, do not hesitate to contact us at projectpaperchain@gmail.com or any of our team members' email addresses. We would love to hear from you!
In particular: I would love to hear from you because it will amuse me how much you're willing to do for CIP hours make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside to know that the youth are becoming so proactive when dealing with worldly issues.
Besides vaginas.
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