i want…
yeah, you might ask me why it’s Edwards and not ESP. well, it’s because i’ve got no money for an ESP. the price of this is far more reasonable. and the components aren’t exactly different either. can someone buy it for me? pleassseeee?
later
jeff
something about this picture amuses me. especially with the price tag and the fact that it is on the cover of a pack of guitar strings. malmsteen looks fat these days…
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ahh… i’ve finally completed my SAT I paper. i haven’t been looking forward to this day since january and now its over. i don’t think it was as difficult this time. but then it just means it’s tougher to score well. i might have screwed up the essay part a little. for some reason i’ve never been confident about any essay that i’ve written. probably because i can’t decipher my own handwriting when i write in a rush. at the end of it i felt as if i sketched a lot but wrote nothing. on the other hand, the other sections were less challenging (or so hard that i don’t realise it’s hard at all). as for the math section, i feel confused. it appears as if the questions on practice tests are much easier. i could get all the answers right on several occasions while practicing but i know i won’t get everything correct this time. damn…
later,
jeff
watching malmsteen guitar lessons aren’t particularly enlightening. maybe because he doesn’t understand the word ’sloowwweeeerrrrrr’. and the fact that his hair attracts more attention than his guitar.
here’s an example of a typical malmsteen lesson. okay, perhaps it’s not that typical…
later,
jeff
watched shooter yesterday. decent action flick i would say, probably because i’ve been deprived of an action film since the departed which i watched in january. 300 doesn’t count. that’s rather stone age. anyway, there was one particular thing about the film which annoyed me a little. it being a film about wahlberg sniping people at insane ranges, i thought the director would have read up a little more on guns. since a large caliber rifle fires supersonic projectiles, the hit should have been seen before the gunfire is heard, especially at long ranges. instead, the crack was consistently heard when the bullet struck the target. clearly, the so-called 6-10 seconds flight time of the shot taken at the president was reduced to something like 3 seconds. perhaps they used one of those ’secret weapons’ and invented a new way to carry the sound with the bullet. imagine something like a teabag behind the bullet which ‘carries’ sound and releases it bit by bit midair.
bah. the ending should be something like:
Fenn: Check out your utility bill.
Swagger: What about it?
Fenn: Shot right up the roof.
Swagger: Why?
Fenn: Your damn dog forgot to close the fridge door after fetching you your beer.
Swagger: (Clutches head) Oh nooooooo…
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Synopsis for ‘the shooter’ in IMDB:
‘A marksman (Snipes) living on his ranch in Montana is coaxed back into action to kill a terrorist who he missed killing while on duty. After succeeding in killing Jahar he is ultimately double-crossed and framed for killing a high ranking policeman (Dance). He then goes into hiding and befriends a young 12 year (Bennet) old girls helps him.’
that sounds awfully familiar… wait, it’s called ‘the shooter’? oh i just watched this film called ’shooter’ and 90% of the plot is the same. heh. story is probably about wesley snipes (snipes the sniper) replacing wahlberg after he went bankrupt for not being able to pay his electricity bills. then he gets it on with Headey (the queen in 300, likely to be wearing the same costume. remarried to snipes after her ex-husband got kinda screwed in a fight with persians more than two thousand years ago) and goes hunting terrorists from his apartment window. they live in the suburbs of sudan. everyone is a target.
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i need to continue reading my dull chinese book.
later,
jeff
i’ve been quite stonned these days… IAs and SATs and funny assignments to worry about all the time.
the greatest obstacle which lies in my path to global domination at the moment comes in the form of a chinese book. i need to read like 50 pages of it by tomorrow. it takes 1 minute for me to read it. another 1 minute to understand it because it is in traditional characters. that means i’m in for a nice night of reading.
later,
jeff
i noticed there have been 2 sheets of paper stuck on either side of the lifts since sunday. decided to take a look at it today. it was a note from the management calling for residents on the 5th and 6th floors of my block to respect other residents by not creating excessive noise after midnight. apparently some people aren’t too happy.
funny thing, i haven’t heard any loud noises coming from my neighbours after midnight.
oh, it must be from my guitar amp.
later,
jeff
ahh! formula one in singapore in September 2008! that means i should be able to catch it live in singapore.
apparently it’s going to be a downtown night race. hmm. interesting, considering F1 cars have no headlights.
since i’m not able to inflict any damage on structures of the country which exiled me, i’ve got high hopes for the 20 or 22 missiles on wheels. here’s the list of targets for high speed impacts (in order of priority):
1. SUPREME COURT! someone please drive up the entrance at 300km/h!
2. raffles hotel. just pretend to experience an a suspension failure when making the bend. 100km/h into the long bar!
3. turn the iconic Fountain of Wealth into a Fountain of Filth by sacrificing 2 or 3 cars to the pit. if your car survives the fall, consider making a rush for the curry rice stall in the foodcourt. it gave me diarrhea the last time i ate there.
4. for the sake of entertainment while you’re at it, make a detour before the finishing line. head down east coast parkway at full speed and take out the IR.
5. victoria concert hall.
6. city hall mrt station.
7. if there’re any extra vehicles available, check out the grandstand. i’m pretty sure there’ll be a bunch of guys in white. drive into them. the next day will be a better day for all singaporeans.
that’ll be a spectacular finale for the first singaporean F1 grand prix ever. i’ll be watching it. will you?
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in other news, my beloved hamster passed away a while ago. =( at least i could catch a glimpse of him over the webcam before he died. i’ll miss him. Ringo is by far the most adorable and fun hamster i’ve kept. hmm. such a pity that hamsters don’t live long. he used to be kind of fat and would just laze around the whole day, but he’s just so darn cute to watch. especially when he looks sly. maybe i’ll get another one later on…
later,
jeff
damn, screaming and playing guitar simultaneously demands a good deal of hand-ear-mouth co-ordination. not particularly helpful if the lyrics don’t make much sense to the average 21st century global citizen.
Silent Night, Bodom Night
On the eve of their doom
They are baptized
In the unholy waters of bodom
With no hint of the torture awaiting
To greet them at the break of dawn
For the reaper wants more..
When the calm is setting in
We’ll watch it swiftly disappear
Too many years of silence
Soon he’s bound to reappear
The reaper
Is calling for you to come home
With the thrust of a switchblade
On the grip of a madman
And the waters of bodom
Turn a blood shade of red
As the children of bodom
Take their last breath
And now decades later
On this haunted shore
We all better take caution..
For the reaper wants more..
i’ve managed to sing/scream/mouth the first half decently well after half an hour or so. argh. for some reason i get pretty annoyed with the repetition of the word ‘bodom’ in CoB songs. it makes people not want to do covers for their songs simply because a 10 year old will know its a CoB rip-off even if he’s not heard that song before. bodom night, bodom beach, follow the reaper, the reaper wants everything… etc, etc etc.
later,
jeff
about that bump on my gum a few days ago…
i bit down really hard on it that very day because 1) i couldn’t close my mouth, 2) i couldn’t eat properly, 3) i couldn’t talk properly, 4) it would be uncomfortably impolite for me to chew awkwardly on food when i go to a family friend’s house for dinner that day, and therfore the level of irritation caused by the lump convinced me to take action.
well obviously that thing kind of bursted. or rather it got punctured and i could almost feel something leak out. something sick. it wasn’t smelly though. i thought it would be since it’s probably some decaying matter in the obscure abyss of my gum which had transformed into a yellowish-red substance over time. something like the pus from squeezing on a really magnitudally inclined pimple.
but like i said, it wasn’t smelly. maybe it didn’t even exist in the first place and was simply a figment of my imagination constructed by my rather warped mind. even if it did exist, i swallowed it.
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sunday was supposed to be armageddon. the doomsday for all bugs thriving in my kitchen. saturday’s mission to exterminate them ended in a miserable failure. okay although i’ve been addressing these hostiles as ‘bugs’, they’re actually more of mites than bugs. anyway, the fumigator was supposed to to be used against bugs like cockroaches and stuff. turns out i was wrong that what could kill those hideous megabugs could kill useless puny bugs too. apparently size is deceiving.
the next day marked the beginning of the second mission. i bought another can of fumigator which was clearly labelled ‘FOR MITES AND FLEAS’. for the second time the kitchen became a temporary gas chamber. after 6 hours or so the scene was pretty much littered with bugs which were wasted. and then the unbelievable happened. some started moving… WTH!
not to worry, i’m a practical alien infiltration problem solver. my latest method is the heat ray, a machine which unleashes waves of microwave radiation, cooking the bugs from within. to the ordinary person, it’s called a mini heater. nevermind the name, its functions are more important. i’ve discovered with a substantial amount of intelligence that at close range, this weapon can raise temperatures to an uncomfortably high level. in other words, i’ve resorted to slow-cooking bugs with a typical household heater. it works, and i hope the bugs can be turned off enough by the heater i turned on, so that those buggers will stop bugging me.
later,
jeff
argh! someone played with my wisdom tooth last night! there’s a huge blob of gum swollen on it now. hmph. now i can’t close my mouth properly. such an inconvenient problem. i’ll probably have to get it extracted sometime soon. i wonder how it could swell this quick. maybe its a night’s worth of pus and whatever disgusting stuff collected on an infected tooth. i can almost imagine biting down too hard and bursting the gum. then a thick bloody yellow liquid will spew out. it’s almost like what happens when you eat salmon roe. but a little more disgusting lah.
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in the kitchen, another disaster is under way. if you’ve kept fish food for too long and seen specks of white dust which move only when you look closely, then imagine the outbreak on a kitchen-wide scale. it all started off with me noticing the cup move this morning. ew. then it was the whole table which shifted. i’ve decided to allow this alien species to live 1 hour 5 minutes more before i annialate them by fumigating the kitchen! haha. gas chambers, nazi style.
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oo. gonna play j-pop later. it’s something i would never think of doing in the past. but it’s not as bad as i thought… in fact it’s better than many western pop songs. not only is the music in some of them better, but you don’t need to tolerate bad lyrics too because you probably won’t understand a word of japanese. so yeah, check out Ai Otsuka. i don’t know the title of the song i’m playing though. it’s in japanese.
later,
jeff
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