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Month: February, 2010

i love my mum (part 3)

after 16hours of hardcore overnight tekken and 1hr of stuffy mrt ride from pasir ris to bukit batok, all i want to do is dive into dreamland while lying on my sweet comfortable upon reaching home.
but once again, my mum knows me best and this is what she grants me :/

of all times, she choose to do the bed sheet laundry just moments before my return.
deliberately or not, she clearly likes to fuck with me during my weakest moment.

yes, time to hug my smelly yellow bolster while lying on my textured bed.
i can’t care less about hygiene given my current mental + physical stage.



am i …

that much of a scary guy?
from the spread of words that eventually got back to me, it would seem so :/

but really, i perceive myself to be a nice, innocent guy with less than two pounds of schemes up my sleeves.

time to start loving me and approach me with less caution.
i love you guys too ^^

nice song in exchange with your generous acceptance …

hi sir, here’s a new word for you.

in conjunction with the widespread and increasing flexibility of the term “mind fucked”, it should be time for us netizens to play those words succinctly while keeping it as an exclusive viral quip.
to spark the playful air, what i suggest is, to simply hammer the expression down by taking the first and last two initials of both words accordingly and coin it as “mick-ed” altogether.

for example.

Joe: hey, how are things between you and that redhead?
John: don’t ask, i a mick-ed currently.


Peter: how was the conversation between you and sally last night?
Tom: completely mick-ing. wtf does she want from me …

just a silly idea of mine but just like any other geek, i too hope that one day “mick-ed” will become viral, or more ambitiously, recognized by lexicographers.
with that said, if possible, do aid me in my dream and spread the idea. TIA n BB.

PS:  my long complex sentences must be more irritating than kanye west.

random thoughts …

a couple more days till march invades and i am barely half done with my second paper.
once again, my short interest span triumphed over my determination. :/
bad thing definitely.

and only to make things worse, the more i read my first paper, the more it sounds like some balderdash stirred up by some pretentious bungler.
i really really really should stop reading that shit altogether and bury my narcissistic self deep within the grounds of lim chu kang.

two more days till chalet and i’ll hope i get something done by then.
maybe reading some “nicholas fearn” my light my passion a little.
he’s my recent new love. bringing the term “concise” to a whole new level while catering to my laziness and mediocre command of english.
unlike dear slanderous hitchens that probably got too obsessed with his writings in vanity fair.
google him, it will do you good.

or should i prolong my days by hunting for mr.scapegoat to cover work schedule tomorrow? lol
time to bury my moral obligations as well. ^^(gay smiley for you guys)

it’s 5:30. i have to run for some warm fuzzy family gathering.

PS: it’s not suppose to make sense. is it?

two door cinema club


妈:问你戏好看吗 …


i love my mum

unable to stand the dust accumulated by it, this morning, my mum decided it’s time to migrate that rusty, cob webbed ps2 of mine into the cupboard drawer.
and after making several attempts to squeeze it in, she kind of realized that the drawer is too vertically narrow to contain it.
but hey! knowing her for 18yrs, i knew nothing can possibly stop her determination of putting any unused items out from her sight.
her resolution in overcoming the obstacle?


yes, your eyes aren’t fooling you in anyway.
she mercilessly detached the top cover from my ps2 and i guess she’s proud of it.
if it’s not for me idling on bed and checking out awesome things to play with in my room i wouldn’t have realised it.
btw, as there’s like a metal strip thing connecting the top cover from the ps2 driver, i can no longer switch it on.
in short, my PS2 is fucking dead.

BEST OF ALL, when i confronted her about my more than fucked up ps2, here’s her answer.

sad shihao is sad.
no more random tekken sessions from now on
REST IN PIECES, my decade long friend. 😦

PS: but really, i still love my mum. rather than feeling pissed, i am more like laughing over it lulz.


1.5hrs ago, i spontaneously decided to embark on a journey and conquer 11km worth of solid pavement.
as bikes are either for PRCs or noobs, i geared myself with skates and made a two way journey from batok east to cck mrt.
along the way, i was attacked by some totally uncute chihuahua and shared my morning oxygen with sporadic crowds of nearly dying old people.

and only to increase my awesome-ness, guess what?
i did all that while wearing my cospa gurren lagan t-shirt!
during my treacherous journey, the kamina in me emerged and pushed my ass back home however tired i was.
evidently, that shirt is not a pointer of otaku-ism but a real life avatar that provides a 50% boost in determination.

i made bundles, bags and baskets of bad decisions in 2009 but buying a pair of skates is definitely one of the best i have made.
i love my seba high.

tired shi hao is tired.
bathed, and time to sleep now.

PS: as i type this, my calf muscles are growing at a rate of 15gramms per minute. i can feel it.


i cried towards the end of 当我们同在一起 episode 30.
omfg, i fucking have a heart.

family portrait

relative visiting made me realise the importance of having a family portrait at home.
like the fucking sun, it’s capable of emitting warmth all around the house.

i know it’s corny but meh ~ i love my family.
i fucking want a family portrait at home.