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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

When fantasy worlds get a bit too real...

Brokeback WOW
Originally uploaded by Terz.

Brokeback real, that is.

While the server's down for its weekly maintenance, it's time again for some updates:

Er, yeah... nothing's been happening. Just been doing the printing for the InsideOut exhibition (details below) and getting DING! on WoW.

Originally uploaded by Terz.

The show will be at Objectifs from 22 Feb to 5 March, as part of the M1 Singapore Fringe Festival. Come and see...

In other news, this is tempting much. Who wants to come with me?


So, unless people aren't earning enough to pay for the exhorbitant price hikes (flowers, dinners, drinks, candy, condoms) that this day brings, or they're staying home and celebrating love over pieces of overoiled fried chicken; I just called the KFC delivery hotline and apparently the outlet that serves our area is overworked and unable to handle the current volume of orders:

"They can't confirm whether or not they can make deliveries until after two hours, but can I call you back then?"

Er, no thank you. If you can't fucking confirm it, I'll be dead from gastric acid in two hours from having to wait another x amount of time for the other company to send the food.

Go figure.


OK, it's confirmed - people are too poor or too cheap to celebrate Valentine's Day - or maybe they are, just staying home and fucking their brains out. Had the same nonsense with the MacDonald's delivery hotline but at least they're delivering (in 90 minutes, but delivering nonetheless).

Guess I chose the wrong day to decide I didn't want to go downstairs for a meal.

Was forced to buy a fucking Meal too because it was only a 80-cent difference between getting a meal and just getting a burger and drink - I didn't want fries because whether or not they're fucking upsized, they come in the same quantity and are all sodden from their own steam.

I might just call them to complain about it...

Dumb asses.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

I'm going to hell...

I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Ranger Fighter

Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.

Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.

Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.

Secondary Class:
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn't to say that they aren't intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.

Solonor Thelandria is the Chaotic Good elven god of archery and the hunt. He is also known as the Keen Eye, the Great Archer, and the Forest Hunter. His followers respect nature, and only hunt when needed, but are quick to defend the forest from intruders. Their favorite weapon is the bow, and they tend to be extremely talented with it. Solonor Thelandria's symbol is an arrow with green fletchings.

Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy ofNeppyMan (e-mail)

After which...

After you die...

After death, you will become an enraged poltergeist. You will choose not to follow the light, but instead torment whoever happens to co-exist in the same space as you. Your anger will never diminish, but you will find solace in destroying expensive china.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Where the hell have I been? Well...

Originally uploaded by Terz.

When you're four tables away from me, you shouldn't be chewing your food with your mouth open and loud enough that I can hear you...

Ooh, lettuce.

Been a while since my last update - haven't been a lot to talk about anyway: Chinese New Year (the one that I'd really wanted to be away from Singapore for), CNY parties (and one where the missus reveals to all her ticking biological clock), lo hei dinners (well, one, anyway), birthday parties galore, World of Warcraft...

Tick Tick
Originally uploaded by Terz.

(No, I'm not addicted - just very keen. But I can walk away to go out whenever I want.)


(Must... kill... mobs...)

Overhead over the New Year period:

From the doctor in the family: "So I distracted her for a bit... talked to her, and then when she wasn't paying attention, I pulled my pants down and stuck it in..." (as it turns out, he meant her pants. Also, apparently when old people appear confused and disoriented, it's usually because they are constipated. He was just administering a suppository - but it did stop conversation around the table for a while).

At Wala Wala: "我要祝你们新年快乐... 今年有多多吹工作..." (just don't ask me what the proper term is - I can't remember.)

Yu Sheng
Originally uploaded by Terz.

This just in, under the You're Not Much Use To Me Alive, Are You? category:

It turns out that not all consumers in Singapore are protected by the Consumers Association of Singapore (CASE) - you must (see third paragraph) first be a member of CASE. Clearly a case of "all animals are equal, but some are more equal than others".

In other news, the first pre-production meeting for the new movie project took place last night.

X wrote a song.

X had another party. The first one with more women than men.

We like crashing cars and causing mayhem (Burnout 4: Revenge rocks!).

All is well.

What's not well... the Year of the Dog so far. Even before I get my first paying job (which I am on now - just in-between prints), I'm already coughing up more than four hundred bucks for replacement parts and accessories - the lights blew again (this time, the good one, otherwise known as 'the one that didn't do a swan dive onto hard concrete'), despite my not having used them for two months and after only three shots; and today, at the Epson Showroom at HarbourFront Tower One*, my AC power cable for the Powerbook went up in flames. Literally - smell of burning rubber and everything. (Things I own seem to have the propensity to do this sort of thing - the last time was the last PC I own.) So during the enforced lunch hour ("... oh, I'm responsible for the space... if anything goes wrong while I'm at lunch and your doing your printing, I'll have to answer for it... yeah, so I have to lock the door..."), I made a hasty trip down to Funan Centre to get a replacement power cable.


* HarbourFront. The place where the thrones in the public washrooms are obviously designed for really tall men. I was on it and my feet were on tippy-toes. Very surreal.

(My talking about going to the toilet, also very surreal.)

Here's to a better rest of the year.

On the other hand, got to appease the Inner Biker in me today... two trips on Seng's bike to Harbourfront and then back from there...

I got to say, though, Singapore's not the best place to be riding. Despite the whole au naturale (the 人包铁 instead of the 铁包人 concept), it's too damn hot to be riding around this sunny island.