Table for Two: Ichiban Boshi

The picture looks funny. I believe it’s because the larger background picture is not framed up. There was some kind of unwritten rule to eat five plates at one go. In one picture, the soba didn’t get served up as quickly as we were picking the plates of sushi off the revolving belt. It ended up with me having two pictures of the five plates as the soba came late. But i’ve photoshopped it into one photograph. A shoddy work (can’t see plate and all), but at the size it is now, it doesn’t really matter.

In the last round of binging, there were only four plates. Well.. coz the red plates containing the sashimi costs two to three times more than those normal plates. And of course, we couldn’t possibly have five plates of cheesecakes right? Total damages came up to $25 sgd per person, ouch, but craving satisfied. Yum.

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Got milk?

Not a couple minutes ago, i cycled to the supermarket to get my replenishment of milk. Turns out that low fat milk was totally sold out, leaving the normal fatted milk on the shelves. Boohoo.. It’s not the first time i’ve seen low fat milk sold out. I cannot understand why it’s being sold out. I mean like, normal fatted milk, which i’m drinking as i type, is so much tastier.

But drinking it makes me feel weird. Maybe i go for a run later tonight. And hopefully bump into the bunch of jap/korean girls going home.

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The White Tiger

I’m now reading The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga. It says on the book “Meet Balram Halwai, the ‘White Tiger’: Servant, Philosopher, Entrepreneur, Murderer…”. I’m halfway through the book, it’s quite a nice piece of read.

Excerpt from the book:

“A handful of men in this country have trained the remaining 99.9 per cent – as strong, as talented, as intelligent in every way – to exist in perpetual servitude; a servitude so strong that you can put the key of his emancipation in a man’s hands and he will throw it back at you with a curse.”

It might not be in the context of the book, but alas, it succintly describes the sad state of politics in my country.

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Of Bishan girl

I was having coffee in coffee bean with the cousins and auntie some days back. Sometime during the consumption of caffeine, i thought i saw a pretty girl or familiar face. I guess all pretty girls look familiar to me, lol. Anyway, it was the girl who works at her aunt’s nail care shop, the one beside the magic card shop.

Yeah, so i had been gazing at her for quite an amount back when i was playing my magic card game. And one time, she came up to chat with me at the bus stop. And another time, i went up to chat with her at the shop. But that was about it. Should i like pursue her or something  ^.^ Then again, she was at coffee bean with a boy boy. So don’t think so much liaoz.

Anyway, talking to her had been months ago and i had not been playing the game for around the same amount of time. What surprised me was not only that i recognized her, but that she had also recognized me.

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Buang Report 00001

Persons involved: Lbandit

Location: Serangoon Ave 2/3 Carpark road going onto pavement (the split at boundary road going to Braddell and Bishan)

Original purpose of trip: To petrol kiosk to pump air into the tires

Incident: The pavement has a very steep slope which can almost be considered as a curb. Going onto the pavement from the road requires the driver to perform a going up curb/slope procedure. Driver failed to make a left turn at the speed he was going and the front wheel was almost parallel to the curb and fell to the ground after the bike hits the curb like slope and stops.

Reason for such incident: F**ker was speeding and f**king poor judgement

Injury sustained: Twisted/sprained left knee, mild abrasion on left knee, scratches on right leg

Damage/Repairs incurred: Realign handle bars, realign rear wheel, changed rear brakes (realigning rear wheel, so sun4 bian4 change mah)

Commentary: My first accident with the bicycle. The Buang Report is numbered with five digits. Not that i intend to buang 99,999 times culminating to a spectacular and dramatic BUANG on the 100,000th time resulting in lbandit’s death and thus incurring the disability, or inability rather, to blog about the BUANG. Let’s hope it stops at 00001 ^.^

Other information: Total distance clocked on odometer was around 82km.

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Of.. can there be a title for a post at 4am?

4am. Nephew refused to sleep. I accidentally giaped his hand on the crib door earlier in the night, but that didn’t have anything to do with the baby not sleeping. He was just way too energetic tonight and simply refused to sleep.

After waiting for quite abit, i realized that the light might be wrong. The chosen night light was shining directly onto his face. Gods, even an adult would find it hard to sleep in that light. Switched the night light to another light and sang Twinkle Twinkle little stars a bazillion times and with the help of God of Pacifiers, managed to put the baby to sleep at 4am.

Good night, my twinkie winkies.

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Of Sims3

Today i hate blogging. Angry. Angriness feeding into more angriness. It’s a vicious cycle that is hard to escape from. Argh.. i must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. But then again, with my bed being against the wall, there’s only one side of the bed that i could ever wake up from.

Anyway games and stuff. I’ve been playing Sims 3 alot. One thing i found out was that the fun attribute of a sim was pretty hard to raise. My sims are always not having enough fun. Or rather, i want their fun bar to be at maximum. When they’re not having maximum fun, then they’re not having enough fun.

It’s not a weird requirement, to have maximum fun. Coz all the other status bars hit the maximum fairly regularly. Sims can woohoo with other sims to increase the fun bar. But when my all the other sims are busy with their stuff and my sim is all alone, i begin to wonder why wasn’t there any option for my sim to masturbate to increase the fun bar. I’m sure people do it all the time in real life.

Another thing with Sims3 is the lifetime achievements. I’ve been sim hopping for abit and my sims’ lifetime achievements are as follows:
1 Chess master
3 Robot animal cross breeder (job)
1 Athletic (job) (got this after refusing the robot animal cross breeder)
1 Illustrative Author
1 Law enforcement (job)
There is not enough randomness to it. I keep getting robot animal cross breeder lifetime achievements. Probably coz all my sims live their lives in the same way and the lifetime achievements seems a little dependent on how the sim lived their life. But 3 robot animal cross breeder out of 6 sims seems a little too much.

And the game is slow. Literally slow. Even the faster clock moves slowly. In fact, the fastest clock ticks slower than the faster clock. I had to pick a book and read when my sims are asleep. Something has to be done about this. EA games, please patch the clock ticks.

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How many spaceships do you see?

I made this wallpaper to pin up on my auntie’s computer. I asked my cousins to look at it and tell me what they saw. Turns out everyone had a different number of space ships.. So difficult meh?

Anyway, the spaceships were made using Spore’s spaceship creator. It’s times like this that i wished i knew how to model my own objects and maybe even make animations.

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LB Annals

On Saturday night, the nephew was here to stay for the night. Having heard of his nocturnal heroics from his father, we were prepared for a rough night. So it was, the crib was in the living room, the part of the house with the coolest air, and i had a sponge bed spread out beside the crib.

The baby was rather ok. Slept early as did we.

At 1am, team nephew began to sound the alarm for the attack. Team lbandit, right in the front lines, rushed to the defence. Team lbandit carried the baby and tried to ooh and cuddle him into submission. It was all to no avail, team nephew had turned into an all out attack with tears streaming down his cheeks pooling in his ears.

By then, news had reached team mum that the defence lines had crumbled. Team mum rushed out to the battlefield. It was only then that world peace was achieved. Mum said that the baby was afraid of the dark and the lights had to be turned on. Team lbandit had to sleep with the lights on. Woe woe lbandit.

5am. The morning bird chirped at the balcony, the silence unbroken as it was a Sunday morning. Neighbours are probably still drunk from Saturday’s party. Then without warning, as if in anticipation, the morning bird fluttered and flew away. Team nephew, the slumbering giant, was rousing from his sleep.

Team lbandit went ahead to scout. He heard a strange sound that went like “poot poot”. He went “Oh no”s, though he didn’t think, as i’m doing now, of the Kinokuniya girl who went “Oh no”s when she had swiped his card for credit instead of nets.

The harsh truth about conscription is that the troops are never prepared and always under-trained and out in the field, are doomed to die. Hear this and hear me. Compulsory national service does not do what we think it would do. In any case, team lbandit was never trained in changing nappy. He rushed into the back lines to get reinforcements from team mum. Only to discover later that it was a false alarm. The “poot poot” sound was a baby fart.

And so it is, i conclude this epic battle in the archives of the blogosphere.

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