Too often I try to prevent from doing last minute works, as I don't have the capability to smoke (not literally though). Yeah, this morning an email came in saying that I had to submit my IA report by end of this week, which essentially means I have a day to do it since all the documents are in the office. Hell no, to offices on Saturdays. And supposingly the submission is like next week. The hell is wrong with NUSucks?
Thank god Deepak was gracious enough to assist me in writing the report, since I don't know much on what they do anyway. Have I told you how much I love to copy and paste? Embracing technology everyday, for not I would've wasted probably 3-4 hours typing the shit out myself.
2 months plus on the semester now, and sluggishness is kicking in. Motivation, where art thou? I need to finish this damn thesis by end of October FFS! Plus, the FYP is coming to a halt, brain juices are squeezed out figuring ways to enable the programs to function, but to no avail :( . Probably I ain't fit to be an engineer. Ain't geek enough to understand the backbone of a program with just a snap. Ain't geek enough to discuss with other geeks on incompressible flows. Guess I'm better off as an artist. Sometimes frustration and boredom can activate part of your brains you didn't knew you had.
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i call it WTF-art
Or MAYBE I should be a song-writer.
I sang in front of the dancers earlier this evening; managed to change the lyrics of "hush hush" sub-consciously.
"I don't want to, grow your tetek in my mighty big shoe.
Don't say a single word"
OK whatever. I'll be an engineer, fine. Cause the bramah bull spirit in me said so. Period.
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There's an idol I worship alot back in the days of St. Xavier. His prowess and ability to manipulate the enemy's mind catches me in awe. He is none other than the Dancing Deva, Vincent Polo Pau XII. Ok lah, he's actually just a close buddy of mine. Shall not mentioned how he got the mightiness during his glory days, right Vincy?
Suddenly it just felt like yesterday, all those mamak and makan sessions, driving around the island for NO reasons other than to burn fuel; basically it's all about eating and lazying around. We're the descendants of cows, I guess that explains alot. Having the need to feed this cattle weighing a staggering 300 lbs, usual kopitiam meals are nothing but a joke to him. Not only he will eat the dish, but he can easily down the chef within 3s, beating anaconda's shameful record of 48 minutes.
517 Lorong Geylang 27A, Yong He Taiwan Beef Noodles, was the answer to the garguantic beast. Ordered a bowl of the zhao pai "niu rou mian", and a plate of omelette. Albeit, the made-in-penang bull downed the whole bowl of succulent beef (talking about irony) accompanied by a bunch of 'pan mian' of equidistance width and length, he wasn't impress. Neither did I.
It sure taste like chicken
Kitchen helpers panicked, waiters were hiding inside the refrigerator; too apprehensive to face the wrath of Vincy the Corked-Eye Bull. The chef made a bold move, executing his shadowless kick to send a brown basket flying onto our table. Could this be the answer?
As the lid popped up due to the escalating pressure within the basket, the steam engulfing the dish slowly dissipates into thin air, revealing cutesey lil' white shit-shaped balls. "Xiao Long Bao....This better be good", whispering the words while Vincy narrowed his eyes. Both of us toss the bao into our mouth, and the juices oozed out as we clamped our jaws.
unedible pandan leaves included
As the fluid engulfs my tongue, a flashback sent me back to the days when I visited the Nigara Falls, and my eyes tarted tearing like the aforementioned. We were indeed pleased by the meal, footing the $18.20 bill without the slightest hesitation. Staffs of the restaurant rejoiced to celebrate such a glorious day. It was indeed a meal fit for a king. As both of us left, we never looked back but ahead for another great adventure.
THE END
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Definitely, there's never gon' be a chance that I pursue the story-writing career. Probably I'll make people cry from buying my books.
FYI, Vincy ain't a fictional character but he is 300lbs, really. Great to have your company here, appreciate the HTHT session although we were both slowly falling into our slumber.
Why am I awake at this hour still?
Cos' I don't have my ear muffles. Even the wall is vibrating from the loud snore. People is gon' mistake it for a tremor.
Oh, the animal has finally stopped. Gotta seize the moment.
Goodnight , world!
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Art has never been made while thinking of art - Niko Stumpo
How apt.
