Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Wei, I've parked my cute li'l butt at TALLPANTS!!!

And so sayeth Yuta @ 11:27pm
Sound: TV

Wednesday, March 03, 2004

I tentatively planned to waste part of my waterlogging brain cells on a Macro Economics report, but I�m too vegged out to be doing that or anything else. Oh well, good night to you and your family.

And so sayeth Yuta @ 10:49pm
Sound: XBOX � Fifa 2004

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

Happy birthday dear daddy!

And so sayeth Yuta @ 10:38pm
Sound: Thursday � Understanding In A Car Crash

Saturday, February 28, 2004

Eh, what research? It was a whole lot more like Shatterday's Shindig with mister sweets and chicken baked rice. Shilly-shally and let linger!

And so sayeth Yuta @ 11:56pm
Sound: Senses Fail � The Ground Folds

I�m swamped to the brim with a cartload of bull crap, and my PDA�s bellowing in crummy yellow-mellows from the throbbing affliction of term tests and report deadlines by end March. Hence, some four of us will be yanking our rotten asses to school tomorrow (today?) for our Macro Economics research.

Another moldered Saturday. Another woebegone.

Mister Paddy-Pea needs a girlfriend. She�ll have a nifty pair of unconcealed teats � quite like Janet Jackson�s, if not for them being violet and a tad weensy. Oh yeah, Janet�s breast has become the most searched-for image in net history. Search engines reported a big jump in searches for terms such as Janet Jackson and Super Bowl, as people turn to the web for images of the event. For those beanie frogs lurking around the mulberry bush who know nothing next to crumbs, Jackson's right breast was seen by millions on TV after Justin Timberlake pulled at her bodice during a duet.

I digressed. Forget about unconcealed purple teats. Here's the pea and Miss Moddy-Meep.

And so sayeth Yuta @ 1:11am
Sound: Brand New � Sic Transit Gloria� Glory Fades

Sunday, February 22, 2004

I almost forgot that some people got ringed today. Oh well.

And so sayeth Yuta @ 9:42pm
Sound: Blink 182 - Obvious

I had a good oh-hoopla time riding bikes with the little button brothers (read: cousins) at the East Coast Park late afternoon. Why sure, it was a whole lot peachy than being cooped up at some secluded nook boiling contaminated goose eggs aside from flustering over my marketing notes for the entire twenty-four hours. It was a whoopee indeed!

And hey. Can you not tell one�s idiosyncrasy from the other? No? Eat asparagus and shave Britney Skewer!

And so sayeth Yuta @ 9:13pm
Sound: Blink 182 - I Miss You

Saturday, February 21, 2004

Our presentation went terrifically well last evening. It was heart-stirring. In fact, it was a whole lot souped up than what I�d precedently conjectured altogether. I loved every bit of it, notwithstanding the amount of multitudinous fluttering elephants violating the insides of my feedbag. Whatever happened to mediocre butterflies?

And now it�s the weekend. Re-enter and again, in so much as I'm going to savour every trickle of it the kick-assing way. After all that, I�ll just mummify myself around a couple of Sidney Sheldon�s and of course, mollycoddling in precious kisses from the little cousin. Ta!

And so sayeth Yuta @ 12:15pm
Sound: Justin Timberlake - Senorita

Thursday, February 19, 2004

I promise to calcitrate myself in the gluteus maximus should I ever goof up the syrupy group for tomorrow�s O(dour) B(ody) class presentation. Twitchy-twitchy oh, chickenheartedness. I'm wangling in the jitters and a presentiment that I will somehow pop upon the Dickens.

So tomorrow we'll flip a chip. Ah yes, tails please.

And so sayeth Yuta @ 11:51pm
Sound: Travis - Side

Sunday, February 15, 2004

Why, I radically got nauseated, barfed and subsequently chugged on my own foamy discharge in an unfaltering cycle for the entire droning hours of icky yesterday. Phooey!

Anyhoos, I noshed on your tomyam-flavoured flower between classes. It was okay. (Mmm).

And so sayeth Yuta @ 4:26pm
Sound: TV

Friday, February 13, 2004

Indubitably, it still is Friday the 13th. Everyone else is in the queue somewhere � what with their block of salted brains stashed in brown paper bags and vigilantly clutching purple hippo beanies in their sweaty palms, awaiting their turn to muzzle dear Jason on the butt. Oh, a peek-a-peep of the mere anticipation on their faces is gut-busting indeed.

I bought a rather lofty, black P.O.A bag and loving every bit of it.

And oh, I reckoned I chanced upon a certain Mr Robot on the train back to Woodlands late this evening. The little man was decked in a white HSBC polo tee, meddled with his HP iPAQ before scrutinizing little bits of mobile accessories which I assumed he had recently purchased from M1.

Well, he could be the robot. Elseways, a mere flying speck will do just fine.

And so sayeth Yuta @ 11:51pm
Sound: Travis - Flowers In The Window

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

So what else is new? My friends think that chomping effortlessly on a rather astringent pill while stewing around our OB project on a Saturday afternoon is extremely repulsive.

Oh well.

And so sayeth Yuta @ 12:22am
Sound: Box Car Racer - Tiny Voices

Sunday, February 08, 2004

I wholeheartedly flipped over my new Cli�, I swear.

And so sayeth Yuta @ 12:57am
Sound: TV

Saturday, February 07, 2004

A dark, gangly yet modishly dressed boy came to our office for an interview with The Boss this evening. He�s 23 too, meaning that I will never be the only sugar lolly in the office ever again come Monday, and nothing but the sweetest mother of soap knows till when. Of course, I absolutely dislike that (even supposing I'm still double-two). I recoiled from the fact that he will be replacing Mr Ram over his duties and ever so depressing - the old fogey himself. And oh, the way that whippersnapper intensely fixed his eyes on my embarrassingly cluttered desk and then darted from one Mighty Bean to another and another just caused an evil infection, cultivating unnecessary fungus on my already shriveled feet.

Whoever dares take a whiff of my beans is none. Bah.

On Monday, I�ll probably climb mango trees with some red-assed baboons, feed them undercooked beef jerky and then some. Crack my back, somebody.

And so sayeth Yuta @ 12:51am
Sound: William Hung - She Bangs!

Thursday, February 05, 2004

Ooh. Beat on the brat, beat on the brat. Beat on the brat with a baseball bat. What can you do? What can you do? With a brat like that always on your back. What can you do? Lose?

Rubberneckin' my movie! YAY me!

And so sayeth Yuta @ 9:08pm
Sound: Ramones - Somebody Put Something In My Drink

Monday, February 02, 2004

And oh, happy 69th birthday to candy-coated grandpa! Everyone loves you!

And so sayeth Yuta @ 2:27pm
Sound: TV

A film review ripped out of Weekend TODAY:

For a controversial movie such as Irreversible, where indifference is not an option, looking away could mean more than just being unable to stomach the graphic content.

It could have greater implications for censorship and society, as four people who watched the violent French movie starring Monica Bellucci and Vincent Cassel, pointed out to TODAY. They thought it had artistic merits, although one disliked it.

Irreversible contains a 10-minute rape scene and a shot of a man�s head being bludgeoned by a fire extinguisher, among other brutal images. Yet, the R(A) movie is untouched by the censors� scissors.

The group felt that it was crucial for audiences to see Irreversible without cuts but cautioned that they should be warned ahead of time.

Considering there�s a fine line between using too much violence to prove a pint and overdoing it to the point of being exploitative, the group agreed that the film didn�t cross that line. In fact, they felt the cuts would have ironically weakened and reduced Irreversible to mere sensationalism.

So why would anyone fork out $6.50 (or a cut-throat-spine-breaking $8.50 on weekends, which is plainly daylight robbery) to sit through a perennial 10-minute act of utter vehemence and emotional intensity? Again, being the pirate that I always am, I swiped these off its website.

(i) Because TIME destroys everything

(ii) Because some acts are irreparable

(iii) Because man is an ANIMAL

(iv) Because the DESIRE for VENGEANCE is a natural IMPULSE

(v) Because most crimes remain unpunished

(vi) Because the loss of a loved one destroys like lightning

(vii) Because LOVE is the source of life

(viii) Because all history is written in SPERM and BLOOD

(ix) Because in a good world

(x) Because PREMONITIONS do not alter the course of events

(xi) Because time reveals everything � the best and the worst

It is certainly not for the faint-hearted and if you�re up for the challenge, you will find it almost impossible to be indifferent about the film.

Go for it, and have a ride on the wild hippopotamus.

And so sayeth Yuta @ 2:01pm
Sound: TV

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