Wheeee.... 

I'm too busy!!!!

As part of my music class, I am to attend various concerts over the quarter and in order to save money, we buy a "notecard" which gives me unlimited entry into any UW concerts. This Cost 45USD... pretty pricey but the quality of the concerts are pretty good actually.. and as I blogged about the last one - they can sometimes be way better than any visiting pianist stars we get in Singapore..

Anyway, thursday was a close to impossibly busy day..
so in the morning, I placed several post it notes around my apartment to remind me to bring my notecard...
lol... as I left the apartment, I saw the note again and stopped, think, and told myself I'm good to go!...

I also had 2 seminars to attend (1 business, 1 medical) so I dressed up in a really expensive red shirt...

*blunder one*

Well, in Biology lab, we were dealing with hornworms and a tiny tiny organ called malpighian tubules...
So I had to use a dissecting scope (a microscope) and INTENSE INTENSE patience, concentration and control of my fingers to cut out these delicate little things that are about 2-3mm long and thinner than a thread...

Well, so I was really concentrating very hard, and I totally forgot about a slide that had my neuron nerve that was bathed in METHYL BLUE!!!!!
OH No!!! My sleeve was like hanging from my wrist and dipping in that little pool of DARK BLUE... Ahhh!!!!
I didn't know until I was resting my eyes from the scope and saw it!
ArghHH!! ... haha.. oh well... the shirt's still useable fortunately...
the edge of sleeves are always 2 layers,so only the inner one was stained...
GEEE...


Anyway, I went through the whole crap of the day, skipping dinner, rushing from seminars to seminars and finally rushing to the concert...
when I arrived.. I COULDN;t find my notecard!!!!
I was like OH noooo!!! and Spent a good deal of time tipping the contents out of my bag to look for it...
and unfortunately, I just couldn't find it...

I painfully forked out 8 bucks for the silly concert....
Owhc!!!...

While in the concert, suddenly in the middle of this pretty boring 20th centuray Trombone concerto... I touched my breast pocket and FOUND my NOTECARD!!!!
WHat an idiot!!! I totally forgot to check my pockets!!!!!!...
ARGH!!!....

This is really silly but oh well...
lessons learnt...

Financial Independence... =) 

Kitchen Disaster!!!!!

As a suaku... I didn't know how to use the dishwasher...
We are supposed to put only dishwasher safe detergent in it, but I put regular liquid dish soap(which is quite foamy)...
well well....
half way through the cycle, the dishwasher started spouting tons and tons of foam!!!
I was like frantically mopping up the mess against a tide of more foam and water!!
oh man... it only stopped when it was on it's drying cycle...
but by then, my whole kitchen was in foam land...
..
Well, always look on the bright side of life huh?
I figured that it helped me clean my kitchen floor.... 2 birds with one stone...
haha...

 

Story of my RSM

This is a story I found posted on a blog for army stories...
RSM (Regimental Sergeant Major) is basically someone who is very old and experienced and his job in this case is to keep the security of the camp and maintain discipline. He is lower ranking than quite a few officers and tend to try to impress them when given the opportunity.

lol... I'm actually shocked by the story.. its funny if you actually know this botak guy... He's really proud of himself..

Bitten by a bitch
by Gerad
Pasir Laba Camp - one of the oldest camps and the birthplace of SAFTI (OCS) and SISPEC (formerly known as SAFINCOS). Recent years, it was given a major facelift and upgrade, new buildings were added whilst the older ones were given total revamp and looked spanking new (similar to that of the Upgrading programme in HDB estates). The Guard Room was the considered the 'Pride of Pasir Laba' according to the RSM as it was the oldest camp and had the distinction of being under the command of famous RSMs of yesteryear ('Tiger Hong' and Samsuddin)...as RSM puts it in his first briefings '..it was the first guardroom in SAF and a model for others to follow..'
Okay, okay, enough of introductions...another thing Pasir Laba Camp (PLC) had, besides spanking new buildings were, DOGS. You could see a few roaming around the camp grounds in the wee hours in the morning. Not an unusual sight...especially for SAF camps located in far flung corners of the island and remote places.
Our Camp Commandant hatched this ambitious plan to rid the entire camp complex of dogs because of security concerns (well, it seems to him that dogs could talk to humans) and hygiene reasons. Thus, it was decreed that all stay-in personnel in our unit would be rostered to chase dogs in the morning. (Well, no one bothered to stay-in...so those rostered on duty that morning would have to book in super early). In pairs (or teams) each would be armed with a baton and a rattan-made shield to scare away and chase dogs away. Of course, it wasn't effective, afterall dogs may be animals, but they do have brains, haven't they?
It began on one fateful day after our monthly muster parade (which was nothing more than falling in, standing in attention at a flag being raised and singing the national anthem.) Our dear RSM decided to score points with Camp Comdt when went for some 'unauthorised' (take note here) dog-hunting.
Apparently, his RPs had alerted him that there were a pack of dogs sighted near the SOC ground at the edge of PLC (the SOC grounds the OCTs from SAFTI MI mainly used). Delighted, that botak RSM ran towards the SOC grounds, hoping to net a good catch. It turned out to be too big a catch.
There it was, a large dog, a bitch actually. That RSM wanted to literally catch the dog, and he surged forward and WRESTLED with the dog...the rest of the RPs were on hand, either watching thunderstruck or were on hand with empty sand bags ready to net the poor dog. Boy, it was almost WWWF style, as the RSM rolled with the dog on the wet patch of grass (it was in the morning) in his no3 uniform. There he was trying to pin the dog down, and the dog was thrashing about.
The unthinkable happened (more like expected), the poor dog couldn't understand why she was subjected to such cruelty, took a bite and bit him on his left palm. The RSM howled (very much like a dog) and but still managed to dunk the poor bitch into the waiting empty sand bag.
When the incident came into our MP branch to be reported, it had already spread like wild fire throughout the different departments in our unit and within the next few days...it became the talk of PLC. Well, suffice to say, an investigation was carried out...it seemed that the dog was a bitch and was carrying a little of puppies. No wonder it actually bit the RSM...it was exercising its maternal instincts. The sad part was, the dog (having bitten a human) was put down...so a total of more than 1 life was lost...considering that there was a litter growing inside her.
Well, the investigation report was totally biased and skewed (to everyone's disgust) and aimed to glorify the RSM for performing such a perilous deed (well, to everyone, it was a plain stupid and reckless action). Poor thing, the dog didn't even get a chance to defend itself and it was put down.
The best part? RSM demanded we file an injury report and attached the complete investigation to the report for compensation. It was totally atrocious!! He had went for this dog hunting on his own will and subjected himself to unnecessary risk and wanted to claim compensation?!?! Nothing much we could do, but to proceed...and he got his money... Just too bad he didn't get rabies from the dog.

haha.. oh man this is mean... and kinda true in its sense when it says "compassionate"... 

Lol... you know, somehow this girl reminds me of Andrea Lim - Kaye's friend.. or you know.. maybe even Kaye! 

Its freezing here!!!

Yup! It's getting cold here.. and I'm beggining to think...
hey, I wouldn't mind if global warming help warm this place up -it'll save electricity bills!
So pump up those CO2 US!






Don't you love the way french people speak english?..

 

 

 

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Have you ever wondered.....

Have you ever wondered how Grand pianos get placed in a house??

Grand pianos are very HUGE.. and Heavy...
and its very obvious that they can't fit through the door..
BUt how does it get in??

There are 3 competing theories:

The first theory is that the piano is not made at a factory but in the house..
so just like a renovation company, the piano makers will come by the house everyday to build the piano.. trucks will supply the wood and toher supplies, and big equipment will be housed insite..
well, this theory is not the most popular because its quite obvious that pianos can't be made by people...
they are made by chained up monkeys in the island of Swangalu ( Secret location south of south africa)


The 2nd theory is that the legs and piano body are shipped seperately.
so, the long thin legs can easily fit through the door.
As for the main body, it is lifted up on to its sides, and rolled through the door.
The legs are set up, and glued to the piano...
This theory is slightly flaw... most critics agree that while a drum can roll, a piano can't really do that..


The third theory which is the most widely accepted theory is that the piano is lifted up by a crane and put into the house...
Most people make the simple mistake of assuming the piano is pulled into the house through its larger windows...
This is however not very accurate - not all windows are big enough for a piano..
The secret to this is that the Roof is easily detacheable, the crane will lift up the roof, and another crane will drop the grand piano inside.
This is popularly known as the lego theory - the roof is temporary fasten to the house and needs just a little nudging to get it off...

How about High rise apartments? How do they get pianos in there?
The beauty of the lego theory is that is encompasses all kinds of housing,
To get a piano in the middle apartment, all that's need is for a crane to break the top few levels of apartments, lift it up, and dump the piano in there..
It doesn't really disrupt the other tenants as they too can be fastened on the floor and can freeze in a certain position..
You might think they must be really irritated by such intrusions but if you look at their perpetual smiles.. you just can't help but know they're extremely happy with their lives...

So although shipping a grand piano into a house might seem like a daunting task, like most problems, they can be solved by a simple solution - such as the Lego Theory.

Lego theory has been developing very rapidly over the past few years.. today it's just pianos, tomorrow it can be pipe organs, an orchestra or an elephant!!
Lego theory is limitless and the only expectation that one can expect from the theory is unexpectedly, the unexpected.

haha.. how BORED can you get man.... just looking at this picture reduces your level of excitement to a negative -70mV....Even your adrenal glands close up... *SIGH*.......... i think this picture is comparable in affecting mood as Dan's Sigh..  

How culture can be a problem with Soccer....
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Haha spazticatedness!! I have no idea why I'm doing that, but lol...Somehow these girls just believe so whole heartedly that I'm susie... part of their girl gang... haha... IceCream charmaine is the only specky in the photo - and she did something REALLY Corney.. errm.. I'll tell you next time..  

Lalala..

laalala.. I'm borrreeeedddd.....
Its SOOO cold outside here...

Its like all the puddles of water are ice!!!
BUT iTs SOOOO WARM in my room!! stupid heater and sun shinning in! Bleahhh!! I'm choking and getting SOOOOO sleepy...
*yawn*...
I still have alittle remnants of Jet lag... bleah! Sucks...
oh its 7 am for you guys in SG...
lallalalalallalalla...
I have a music class later... I think it might be boring or interesting...
boring cos it's such a big class and the prof might teach really basic stuff..
interesting. cos its music man! haha.. its a concert class...
so all I have to do is take one class a week and go for concerts !!! so cool right? I'm taking this class for free tickets for concerts!

Hmmm... bleablebalblaa... My Friend Yuka in Oregon is sleepy too.. haha... we're having an email conversation... she's done teaching for the day and mumbling for coffee.. ahaa....
I'm just sleepy.. i don't like coffee cos it gives you wierd breath and it doesn't taste nice..
I'm still a chocolate guy.. haha... everytime I go Starbucks, its chocolate... so wierd huh?
But that's me I don't wanna get started on coffee... tea is fine...
cos Golfing uses Tees?
But, I dunno why T shirts are called T shirts.. maybe cos they look T...
so why aren't pants called inverted Vs?
I mean, why don't people go out on the streets and say "Hey what great inverted Vs you have!" hmm.. makes you sound cool and hip! Oops.. oh well time for that class... at such a wierd time...

okkkiee.....
zzzzz hope yuka will find her coffee...
haha.. I can write a children's book on that...

"Mwahhaaahaha.. It's time for my REIGN of SUNDAY SCHOOL!!! Mwahhaahaha... Yo! man! Check out my Bling Bling! Ain't I Cool? Have FAITH in Me Mannnss"- Ben tan

*Check out Cheryl just about to roll her eyes*