WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK. WORK.
yeah that about sums up our time for the rest of the month. since school started its been ICA after ICA. not that its not interesting or we don't learn anything, its just really tiring. i've learned alot about doing surveys by writing my fail MMR report. so i may get a poor grade for this but at least i now know how to avoid that, haha. its just that i've been working at school work since my weekend started. haha how fun is that.
awesomeface helps alot though. haha. she keeps me sane and without her, i would probably have given up on some projects long ago. thanks for that, baby. (:
so me and shahrum are just putting the last touches on today's part of the MMR report. tomorrow i'll work on the executive summary and conclusion/recommendation. ATM i just can't really think much so haha.
on a side note, its nice to know that my readership is starting back up again. i promise you, at least a post a week from now on. keep reading, awesome people.
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Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, September 13, 2008
of wind and darkness
okay a few things with this post.
1: Hurricane Ike
2: The appeal of late nights.
one thing i need to get off my chest, and one thing to keep you guys interested. alright. lets begin, if i may.
this was what we were seeing last night. [GMT+8 again] this was before the hurricane hit hard. people were still evacuating. and by the way, its unlikely but if anyone is reading this there and can't get into CNN [heavy traffic, some can't connect]; CNN has told people to stay in their homes. at this point, closer up to sugarland, it is now safer to STAY IN YOUR HOMES than try to evacuate. the house will hold up better than your car. the hurricane is at this point in time moving at 12 mph. winds are 110mph. i have relatives there in sugarland, including my dad. we [edit] just made [/edit] contact.
one more thing. thats clearlake. my old home is supposed to be there. the hurricane isn't even there yet. the floods are already up. sigh. okay.
so i was thinking about this awhile back. so many people i know like to stay up late at night, and wake up late. and alot of people i know also believe this is bad. the trend is that those who like staying up tend to be 15-25, and those who don't are usually older.
so teens like to stay up late at night to do stuff. why? alot of us just stay up without really acknowledging the true reason why we stay up late. so a few showers and i've come up with this. i think we are attracted to the freedom of staying up late. no one is around to tell you to do anything.
in the day, you could be trying to do something like, research for a blog post, playing a video game, finding out information, and you're more likely to be interrupted. go do the dishes. come help me with this. stop spending so much time infront of the computer.
at night its different. your figure of authority is most likely asleep. you are alone. you get to do whatever you want. game for hours on end. surf the net. for hours. midnight, to even 5am. i know many. the appeal of late nights: freedom.
so there you have it. haha.
more to come. i'm not leaving this blog to die. [readers please come back?]
1: Hurricane Ike
2: The appeal of late nights.
one thing i need to get off my chest, and one thing to keep you guys interested. alright. lets begin, if i may.
HURRICANE IKE
since we're in singapore here, i don't know how many of you know about hurricane ike right now. at this very moment its ripping into the houston bay area, it just hit inland on galveston. i'm sure most of you know the calm area in the center is the eye. now the winds around that eye are probably the strongest. have a look:
this is the current situation in galveston. i wasn't even paying attention to what they said just see the winds that are hitting the place. the eyewall hasn't even hit yet. earlier this morning [for GMT+8] the water was rising and winds were picking up but now the bulk of is over it.
this was what we were seeing last night. [GMT+8 again] this was before the hurricane hit hard. people were still evacuating. and by the way, its unlikely but if anyone is reading this there and can't get into CNN [heavy traffic, some can't connect]; CNN has told people to stay in their homes. at this point, closer up to sugarland, it is now safer to STAY IN YOUR HOMES than try to evacuate. the house will hold up better than your car. the hurricane is at this point in time moving at 12 mph. winds are 110mph. i have relatives there in sugarland, including my dad. we [edit] just made [/edit] contact.
one more thing. thats clearlake. my old home is supposed to be there. the hurricane isn't even there yet. the floods are already up. sigh. okay.
THE APPEAL OF LATE NIGHTS TO TEENS
so i was thinking about this awhile back. so many people i know like to stay up late at night, and wake up late. and alot of people i know also believe this is bad. the trend is that those who like staying up tend to be 15-25, and those who don't are usually older.
so teens like to stay up late at night to do stuff. why? alot of us just stay up without really acknowledging the true reason why we stay up late. so a few showers and i've come up with this. i think we are attracted to the freedom of staying up late. no one is around to tell you to do anything.
in the day, you could be trying to do something like, research for a blog post, playing a video game, finding out information, and you're more likely to be interrupted. go do the dishes. come help me with this. stop spending so much time infront of the computer.
at night its different. your figure of authority is most likely asleep. you are alone. you get to do whatever you want. game for hours on end. surf the net. for hours. midnight, to even 5am. i know many. the appeal of late nights: freedom.
so there you have it. haha.
more to come. i'm not leaving this blog to die. [readers please come back?]
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Taxi, Part 1
Just read kenneth's Hysteria's call and felt i needed to write something. i'm not happy with it at all. i hate following work and this is a horrible piece of writing. so don't judge me based off it. i don't know how many of you will find it readable or interesting, but i think what you really really want to read is at the 02:00PM mark. thats where it ties up. so yeah. i kind of forgot about the kids later on and ran out of things to say. about at the 09:50AM point i'm bored and just want to get to the 02:00PM mark haha. meh. well here you go.
[divider here]
Images of peacefulness and bliss were shaken from Hassan’s mind, as the incessant vibrating of his cell phone alarm shook him awake. The urge to hurl it out the window quickly passed as he thought about the countless hours he had spent working overtime to get it in the first place.
Work!
He looked at the time. 6:30AM. Perfect. The kids would be up anytime soon, the wife had already left for work at the docks down south, and there was no breakfast on the table.
He cursed quietly as he pulled on his one presentable pair of clothes, and prepared two peanut butter sandwiches, literally with all 4 of his limbs.
6:50AM.
He did some last checks, food on the table; check. Kid’s bus passes, check. Lunch boxes prepared, check. Taxi keys in pocket, check. Everything was good. And so he left the children, locking the door to his single bedroom apartment; if you count the living room as a bedroom.
7:00AM.
He pulled the ignition and eased the cab out of the tight space. Parallel parking in New York City was never pleasant. A train shot past overhead, upon the rail system that practically created a roof over the entire avenue.
He pulled out of the lot just in time to have his bumper nicked by a beat up Trans Am.
‘Sigh. Life is never great for an immigrant,’ he mumbled to himself. He pulled away quickly, leaving the two heavy-set African American men no choice but to let him go.
8:00AM.
Now away from the tight confines of the Brooklyn transport system, he found himself looking up at the dark clouds amassing up above.
“Looks like it’s going to rain hard today huh?” he said, trying to make conversation with his first fare.
He was obviously disinterested.
“Won’t do much good for traffic either,” Hassan said, quietly now.
Not much could happen to change the state of traffic over the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a constant cacophony of car horns and angry interns. He checked his watch. 8:15AM. He needed to be at the pizza parlor by nine. He sighed as he leaned out his window.
“C’mon! Let’s get this traffic moving huh?! What’s the freaking hold-up?!”
9:15AM.
“Ah Saddam or Husain or whatever… It’s 9.15, next time you don’t want your job call in advance so I can get Sanchez or whatever here to do it, Okay? We have a schedule you know?”
“Its Hassan, I’ve told you that before. And it’s just 15 minutes, c’mon. Alright what have you got for me?”
“3 Pies; Big building in the center of Broadway and Seventh.”
“Just say Times Square”
“BROADWAY AND SEVENTH.”
“Yeah, whatever. So it’s the police post in the center of Times Square right?”
“It’s BROADWAY AND SEVENTH! Now GO!”
He took the pies and left. He worked full time as a cab driver, but he delivered Pizzas for an ‘Uncle Italiano’s Pizza Parlor’ for extra cash on the side. At the same time he was a telemarketer, making calls while driving. But that was only on weekends.
The skies unleashed their torrent of rain just as Hassan entered his cab. He was in Lower Manhattan near Seward Park. He turned a sharp right to face North East, in the direction of Uptown Manhattan and stopped to pick up a fare.
“ABC, Times Square, and make it fast”
Hassan smiled; He was a big believer of something he called Signs. Anyone who took a ride in his taxi would know. He believed that everything happened for a reason. He believed that his man going to Times Square proved that the pizzas were going to be good.
“Yessir. Have you heard of signs sir?”
09:45AM.
“3 Pies. That’ll be fifty big ones.”
The cop mumbled something and coughed up fifty dollars flat.
“No tip?” Hassan asked. The door shut.
“What kind of weirdo eats pizzas in the morning anyway?” He spoke, more to himself than anybody else.
Alone in his cab now, he started practicing his English.
“Moist carpets and frayed curtains fringed the interior of the small café.”
It wasn’t as if it wasn’t great already: he had near flawless vocabulary, great grammar.
“Moist carpets and frayed curtains fringed the interior of the small café.”
Probably the only problem was his accent. He had a strong Middle Eastern accent.
“Moist carpets and frayed curtains fringed the interior of the small café.” He repeated.
The rain had grown stronger. He started to worry abit for his wife. The south piers were prone to flooding.
His train of thoughts stopped with the cab, to pick up another fare.
“Hi good morning sir. Whe-“
“Wall Street.”
“Yessir. How do you think your day will turn out?”
“Horrible. Can you just drive?”
“Maybe it’s a sign sir?”
01:30PM.
5 Fares and 4 Pizzas later, Hassan pulled over on a road within central park. He had been frantically trying to call his wife. The radio had confirmed reports of flooding in the south piers, and his wife had not answered her phone.
Before he could begin to really worry about it though, an old lady hiding under an umbrella had started knocking on his window, at the same time clutching tightly on to a large clear plastic bag full of what appeared to be dried leaves.
He massaged his temples quickly and looked at her smiling. Always look good for your customers.
“Hi good afternoon ma’am. Can I help you with that?”
The old lady hefted the large bag of leaves onto the cab. It was quite obvious she went to great lengths to keep them dry. Duct tape sealed all but one cut opened. It was clear her objective was to get the leaves in a nice dry place.
Hassan was obviously curious, but he didn’t pry.
“Where are you going ma’am?”
She didn’t say anything much, instead she took out a postcard and poked repeatedly on the ‘wall street’ sign with her stubby finger.
“Yesma’am. Can I tell you about some other kinds of signs ma’am?”
02:00PM.
He left the lady behind, but the stench of dried leaves stayed.
‘Now that is gonna be hell to clean,’ He thought to himself.
Driving slowly now, he gave up trying to call his wife. Radio news had reported cuts in communication in the area. No one really knew what was happening but the rain was really screwing things up everywhere. He was about to head back to pick up more pizzas when he spotted another fare.
The man looked important, in a business suit with red tie, and looked slightly pale as he got in.
“There’s a Starbuck’s next to this pizza store in Lower Manhattan.”
“I know the place. Going out in this violent storm, sir?” Hassan smiled to himself. The signs were good.
The man didn’t reply.
"I hear that the south pier has flooded from all this rain and people are trapped. Communications have been cut off and people are stranded. I sure hope my wife brought her cell phone with her, been trying for ages to call her."
The man kept really quiet as he fiddled with his coat and adjusted his cuffs.
“Maybe it’s not such a good idea to be out with the weather like that. Maybe it’s a sign you know.”
The man was obviously not interested, but Hassan went on anyway; business as usual.
“Like how sometimes things just keep getting in your way, maybe you’re just not meant to do something right?”
Hassan turned a sharp turn and the engine fizzled to a dead silence.
Ah shit, not now!
“I’m very sorry sir; I can fix this right now.”
The man ignored him, shoved a 50 dollar note in his face and left the cab.
“Sir, wait! Remember the signs!”
It wasn’t far anyway. It was about two blocks down. The man rallied his umbrella and walked in the direction of the café, away from view.
Hassan looked at the meter.
$8.40.
Then back at the $50 note in his hand.
Shrugging to himself, “Ah maybe is not so bad sign after all.”
He pulled out an umbrella and climbed out of the cab to diagnose the problem.
[-END-]
So there you have it. enjoy. haha. again, no intention to continue it, but i'm interested to see one from the Leaf lady's P-O-V. i was thinking maybe the plot could be not about any of these people but about the storm. but that all depends on Hysteria's Call part 3. so yeah. we'll wait and see.
[divider here]
Images of peacefulness and bliss were shaken from Hassan’s mind, as the incessant vibrating of his cell phone alarm shook him awake. The urge to hurl it out the window quickly passed as he thought about the countless hours he had spent working overtime to get it in the first place.
Work!
He looked at the time. 6:30AM. Perfect. The kids would be up anytime soon, the wife had already left for work at the docks down south, and there was no breakfast on the table.
He cursed quietly as he pulled on his one presentable pair of clothes, and prepared two peanut butter sandwiches, literally with all 4 of his limbs.
6:50AM.
He did some last checks, food on the table; check. Kid’s bus passes, check. Lunch boxes prepared, check. Taxi keys in pocket, check. Everything was good. And so he left the children, locking the door to his single bedroom apartment; if you count the living room as a bedroom.
7:00AM.
He pulled the ignition and eased the cab out of the tight space. Parallel parking in New York City was never pleasant. A train shot past overhead, upon the rail system that practically created a roof over the entire avenue.
He pulled out of the lot just in time to have his bumper nicked by a beat up Trans Am.
‘Sigh. Life is never great for an immigrant,’ he mumbled to himself. He pulled away quickly, leaving the two heavy-set African American men no choice but to let him go.
8:00AM.
Now away from the tight confines of the Brooklyn transport system, he found himself looking up at the dark clouds amassing up above.
“Looks like it’s going to rain hard today huh?” he said, trying to make conversation with his first fare.
He was obviously disinterested.
“Won’t do much good for traffic either,” Hassan said, quietly now.
Not much could happen to change the state of traffic over the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a constant cacophony of car horns and angry interns. He checked his watch. 8:15AM. He needed to be at the pizza parlor by nine. He sighed as he leaned out his window.
“C’mon! Let’s get this traffic moving huh?! What’s the freaking hold-up?!”
9:15AM.
“Ah Saddam or Husain or whatever… It’s 9.15, next time you don’t want your job call in advance so I can get Sanchez or whatever here to do it, Okay? We have a schedule you know?”
“Its Hassan, I’ve told you that before. And it’s just 15 minutes, c’mon. Alright what have you got for me?”
“3 Pies; Big building in the center of Broadway and Seventh.”
“Just say Times Square”
“BROADWAY AND SEVENTH.”
“Yeah, whatever. So it’s the police post in the center of Times Square right?”
“It’s BROADWAY AND SEVENTH! Now GO!”
He took the pies and left. He worked full time as a cab driver, but he delivered Pizzas for an ‘Uncle Italiano’s Pizza Parlor’ for extra cash on the side. At the same time he was a telemarketer, making calls while driving. But that was only on weekends.
The skies unleashed their torrent of rain just as Hassan entered his cab. He was in Lower Manhattan near Seward Park. He turned a sharp right to face North East, in the direction of Uptown Manhattan and stopped to pick up a fare.
“ABC, Times Square, and make it fast”
Hassan smiled; He was a big believer of something he called Signs. Anyone who took a ride in his taxi would know. He believed that everything happened for a reason. He believed that his man going to Times Square proved that the pizzas were going to be good.
“Yessir. Have you heard of signs sir?”
09:45AM.
“3 Pies. That’ll be fifty big ones.”
The cop mumbled something and coughed up fifty dollars flat.
“No tip?” Hassan asked. The door shut.
“What kind of weirdo eats pizzas in the morning anyway?” He spoke, more to himself than anybody else.
Alone in his cab now, he started practicing his English.
“Moist carpets and frayed curtains fringed the interior of the small café.”
It wasn’t as if it wasn’t great already: he had near flawless vocabulary, great grammar.
“Moist carpets and frayed curtains fringed the interior of the small café.”
Probably the only problem was his accent. He had a strong Middle Eastern accent.
“Moist carpets and frayed curtains fringed the interior of the small café.” He repeated.
The rain had grown stronger. He started to worry abit for his wife. The south piers were prone to flooding.
His train of thoughts stopped with the cab, to pick up another fare.
“Hi good morning sir. Whe-“
“Wall Street.”
“Yessir. How do you think your day will turn out?”
“Horrible. Can you just drive?”
“Maybe it’s a sign sir?”
01:30PM.
5 Fares and 4 Pizzas later, Hassan pulled over on a road within central park. He had been frantically trying to call his wife. The radio had confirmed reports of flooding in the south piers, and his wife had not answered her phone.
Before he could begin to really worry about it though, an old lady hiding under an umbrella had started knocking on his window, at the same time clutching tightly on to a large clear plastic bag full of what appeared to be dried leaves.
He massaged his temples quickly and looked at her smiling. Always look good for your customers.
“Hi good afternoon ma’am. Can I help you with that?”
The old lady hefted the large bag of leaves onto the cab. It was quite obvious she went to great lengths to keep them dry. Duct tape sealed all but one cut opened. It was clear her objective was to get the leaves in a nice dry place.
Hassan was obviously curious, but he didn’t pry.
“Where are you going ma’am?”
She didn’t say anything much, instead she took out a postcard and poked repeatedly on the ‘wall street’ sign with her stubby finger.
“Yesma’am. Can I tell you about some other kinds of signs ma’am?”
02:00PM.
He left the lady behind, but the stench of dried leaves stayed.
‘Now that is gonna be hell to clean,’ He thought to himself.
Driving slowly now, he gave up trying to call his wife. Radio news had reported cuts in communication in the area. No one really knew what was happening but the rain was really screwing things up everywhere. He was about to head back to pick up more pizzas when he spotted another fare.
The man looked important, in a business suit with red tie, and looked slightly pale as he got in.
“There’s a Starbuck’s next to this pizza store in Lower Manhattan.”
“I know the place. Going out in this violent storm, sir?” Hassan smiled to himself. The signs were good.
The man didn’t reply.
"I hear that the south pier has flooded from all this rain and people are trapped. Communications have been cut off and people are stranded. I sure hope my wife brought her cell phone with her, been trying for ages to call her."
The man kept really quiet as he fiddled with his coat and adjusted his cuffs.
“Maybe it’s not such a good idea to be out with the weather like that. Maybe it’s a sign you know.”
The man was obviously not interested, but Hassan went on anyway; business as usual.
“Like how sometimes things just keep getting in your way, maybe you’re just not meant to do something right?”
Hassan turned a sharp turn and the engine fizzled to a dead silence.
Ah shit, not now!
“I’m very sorry sir; I can fix this right now.”
The man ignored him, shoved a 50 dollar note in his face and left the cab.
“Sir, wait! Remember the signs!”
It wasn’t far anyway. It was about two blocks down. The man rallied his umbrella and walked in the direction of the café, away from view.
Hassan looked at the meter.
$8.40.
Then back at the $50 note in his hand.
Shrugging to himself, “Ah maybe is not so bad sign after all.”
He pulled out an umbrella and climbed out of the cab to diagnose the problem.
[-END-]
So there you have it. enjoy. haha. again, no intention to continue it, but i'm interested to see one from the Leaf lady's P-O-V. i was thinking maybe the plot could be not about any of these people but about the storm. but that all depends on Hysteria's Call part 3. so yeah. we'll wait and see.
Cessna Skyhawk
okay. the flight. i don't have much to say. about it. hm. lets see. lets just say this. flying a plane isn't rocket science. but that doesn't mean just anyone can do it. lets just say that it didn't feel like i was doing much. the laws of physics pretty much flew the plane for me. i could go into detail but that'd be boring and no one wants that. haha.
so okay. for me, flying the plane was very much like for my mom and wesley. it was kind of like sitting back and sight seeing. i don't know. you can just leave a plane to itself and it'll just go straight and level. just a few tweaks and a bit here and there. details details. haha. of course you got to set the defaults and stuff that.. that. thing i don't know what its called. ergh. pilots will know what i'm saying. that thing that keeps the pitch of the plane set to a certain degree so that you don't need to continually hold the uh. steering wheel? joystick? thing pulled back. haha.
so yeah. with the experienced darshan there, everything was smooth and fun.its quite difficult to describe what it was like to fly. for those who use simulators, lets just say its almost EXACTLY THE SAME. the only thing you don't get is that rush of excitement when the wind rushes into the cockpit, when the plane hits the ground. when the plane banks for a turn [30-deg ftw] its indescribable.
most of the experience is on my mum's blog, so check it out. i've got nothing much more to say. pictures and all are on my mum's blog, video of the takeoff and landing [must watch the landing at least haha] are there too. can't upload on this side cuz i don't want to hog bandwidth.
[NB: picture has abit of NYP in it! top right corner!]
we traversed singapore alot faster than any car. everything was so damn insignificant lol.
so okay. for me, flying the plane was very much like for my mom and wesley. it was kind of like sitting back and sight seeing. i don't know. you can just leave a plane to itself and it'll just go straight and level. just a few tweaks and a bit here and there. details details. haha. of course you got to set the defaults and stuff that.. that. thing i don't know what its called. ergh. pilots will know what i'm saying. that thing that keeps the pitch of the plane set to a certain degree so that you don't need to continually hold the uh. steering wheel? joystick? thing pulled back. haha.
so yeah. with the experienced darshan there, everything was smooth and fun.its quite difficult to describe what it was like to fly. for those who use simulators, lets just say its almost EXACTLY THE SAME. the only thing you don't get is that rush of excitement when the wind rushes into the cockpit, when the plane hits the ground. when the plane banks for a turn [30-deg ftw] its indescribable.
most of the experience is on my mum's blog, so check it out. i've got nothing much more to say. pictures and all are on my mum's blog, video of the takeoff and landing [must watch the landing at least haha] are there too. can't upload on this side cuz i don't want to hog bandwidth.
[NB: picture has abit of NYP in it! top right corner!]we traversed singapore alot faster than any car. everything was so damn insignificant lol.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
gta4gta4gta4gta4gta4gta4gta4gta4
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oh my god.
oh my god.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
uberlate
poly life is an awesome break from the autonomous system you jc people are stuck in. i swear this post will make at least half of you regret your choice. samuel, im looking at you. let me tell you how it all goes down.
okay. first off. the time table. lets see. i have a class starting at 1110 on monday, a free period from 1300-1350 and i finish at 1700. oh wait, SOOSL isnt here today. i guess that means my class starts at 1510. so. i only need to be at the poly at like 1445. awesome. looks like i can stay home and CoD4.
lets see. today is wednesday. hm. i have a tutorial at A.322A, thats hm. room number 322A at block A. it starts at 0900. and i get off at 1255. awesome. of course. being the geek that i am, im already here at like 0700, 2 hours early for my lessons. but who cares. free wireless internet campus wide. thats why i'm posting from the MCDONALDS at school. hm should i visit giordano at the shopping arcade in block A after school? i need a new shirt. or maybe get a smoothie at CHEERS.
oh noes. my laptop is low on battery. i guess i'll have to use OUTLET POWER when im IN CLASS later. HA. i wonder who's on MSN NOW. oh did i mention.. I HAVE NO TEXTBOOKS. ha sam, i hope you enjoy carrying those BOULDERS to school EVERY MORNING AT 6AM.
poly life is teh sex. you can't beat it.
okay. first off. the time table. lets see. i have a class starting at 1110 on monday, a free period from 1300-1350 and i finish at 1700. oh wait, SOOSL isnt here today. i guess that means my class starts at 1510. so. i only need to be at the poly at like 1445. awesome. looks like i can stay home and CoD4.
lets see. today is wednesday. hm. i have a tutorial at A.322A, thats hm. room number 322A at block A. it starts at 0900. and i get off at 1255. awesome. of course. being the geek that i am, im already here at like 0700, 2 hours early for my lessons. but who cares. free wireless internet campus wide. thats why i'm posting from the MCDONALDS at school. hm should i visit giordano at the shopping arcade in block A after school? i need a new shirt. or maybe get a smoothie at CHEERS.
oh noes. my laptop is low on battery. i guess i'll have to use OUTLET POWER when im IN CLASS later. HA. i wonder who's on MSN NOW. oh did i mention.. I HAVE NO TEXTBOOKS. ha sam, i hope you enjoy carrying those BOULDERS to school EVERY MORNING AT 6AM.
poly life is teh sex. you can't beat it.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Starbucks 101
starbucks may be awesome. but come to think of it, its missing alot of IMPORTANT features. i mean seriously. how can we survive without these?
1: INTER-STARBUCKS MATTER TRANSPORTATION/TELEPORTATION SYSTEM
Okay. Self-explanatory. the ad will be something like this: "Don't you wish you could be at the starbucks at novena right now? Are all the soft comfy couches taken? NO PROBLEM! just input your favourite starbucks outlet, and fire away! Thomson Plaza to Changi Airport in NO TIME AT ALL!"
2: ANTI-BEANER DETECTION SYSTEM
Definitely a must-have. No starbucks outlet is complete without one. we can't have any beaners sneaking around. this state-of-the-art-system will detect and differentiate those looking to repent versus spies on the sanctum of the wavy hair.
3: PROFILE DETECTION/'FAVOURITE DRINK' SYSTEM
the most convienient one so far. as soon as you step in, the outlet will scan and detect your most ordered (favourite) drink, the drink that matches your personality the most, and a java chip. Imagine stepping into any starbucks, ANY starbucks in THE WORLD, and have the barista greet you: "hi Good morning, Mr/Mrs. [Name Here], will you be having the usual?"
4: MEMBERSHIP AND POINT SYSTEM
Perhaps the most implementable one so far. Starbucks should give out CARDS! Member cards! imagine a cool little plastic thing, then your picture! and then your name. its like:
5: LIVE BANDS!!!!!!!!
No Explanation Necessary! freaking AWESOME. well, live bands at SELECT outlets. sometimes you just want a quiet coffee time alone. well, thats what the INTER STARBUCKS MATTER TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM IS FOR!!
So. Starbucks boss guys! IMPLEMENTATION!!!!! oh and yes. i do realise this will prolly make my venti iced vanilla latte cost like $50.00 but hey, its worth it right?
Quote of the Week: "He WILL have the java chip."
EDIT: WATCH ME CHEAT TIME!!!!!!
*scroll down to the story*
1: INTER-STARBUCKS MATTER TRANSPORTATION/TELEPORTATION SYSTEM
Okay. Self-explanatory. the ad will be something like this: "Don't you wish you could be at the starbucks at novena right now? Are all the soft comfy couches taken? NO PROBLEM! just input your favourite starbucks outlet, and fire away! Thomson Plaza to Changi Airport in NO TIME AT ALL!"
2: ANTI-BEANER DETECTION SYSTEM
Definitely a must-have. No starbucks outlet is complete without one. we can't have any beaners sneaking around. this state-of-the-art-system will detect and differentiate those looking to repent versus spies on the sanctum of the wavy hair.
3: PROFILE DETECTION/'FAVOURITE DRINK' SYSTEM
the most convienient one so far. as soon as you step in, the outlet will scan and detect your most ordered (favourite) drink, the drink that matches your personality the most, and a java chip. Imagine stepping into any starbucks, ANY starbucks in THE WORLD, and have the barista greet you: "hi Good morning, Mr/Mrs. [Name Here], will you be having the usual?"
4: MEMBERSHIP AND POINT SYSTEM
Perhaps the most implementable one so far. Starbucks should give out CARDS! Member cards! imagine a cool little plastic thing, then your picture! and then your name. its like:
BEZNER LIMSO AWESOME. like:
Starbucks™ Ambassador
Triple Shot
Two Pumps Vanilla, Three Pumps Hazelnut
Caramel Drizzle, Venti Iced Latte
NAMEWEAR IT PROUDLY!
RANK
DRINK
5: LIVE BANDS!!!!!!!!
No Explanation Necessary! freaking AWESOME. well, live bands at SELECT outlets. sometimes you just want a quiet coffee time alone. well, thats what the INTER STARBUCKS MATTER TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM IS FOR!!
So. Starbucks boss guys! IMPLEMENTATION!!!!! oh and yes. i do realise this will prolly make my venti iced vanilla latte cost like $50.00 but hey, its worth it right?
Quote of the Week: "He WILL have the java chip."
EDIT: WATCH ME CHEAT TIME!!!!!!
*scroll down to the story*
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Lets go Back.
I know its late, but im still gonna review it as if it just came in.
It finally came.
there were no words.
there was only bliss.
HALO 3 LEGENDARY EDITION
Its Halo3. thats why. see. firstly, games are expensive. and games that dont give you the world for your moneys suck. thats why halo3 is the best game ever. it gives you a universe. this game gives you a awesome single player experience. and a multiplayer experience that will last you years. paying for this game is no issue.
Next, this is the ultimate conclusion to the halo series. if you've played halo 1, and 2, you must get halo 3. how can you not, after that infamous cliffhanger at the end of halo 2: "Sir, Finishing this fight." halo 3 gives a satisfying storyline that simultaneously provides closure whilst adding twists and turns, making you wonder what will happen next.
Thirdly, the gameplay is outstanding. i qoute from gamespot:
The concept of "equipment" is new to the series. These deployable special items have a variety of effects. im sure you all know the Bubble Shield, from the trailers?
thats the one. this lets players walk through, but grenades and bullets cannot penetrate it. You'll also find items that make your shields regenerate more quickly, and others that drain enemy shields and stop their vehicles dead in their tracks. this makes the gameplay more interesting and gives you more ways to defeat your enemy, or be defeated.
Lastly, bungie has giveth us two new tools. Forge and Theater.
The first lets you edit objects on a map. You can't edit level geometry with Forge, but you can spawn, remove, and move objects and items around the level. All of the editing is done in real time, and you can pop in and out of edit mode by pushing up on the D pad. You can also play this mode with other players, letting everyone run around in edit mode to spawn Warthogs, rocket launchers, and whatever else is already on the map. On the surface, that doesn't sound so exciting. But in practice, it's a weird and potential-rich addition to the game because there are a ton of little secrets and tricks you can use to manipulate the objects in ways Bungie may not have intended.
Theatre is the ultimate asshole tool. lets say you just finish a game, you and your mates are waiting to return to the lobby, and you say ' aw man, did you see that last kill? that was so awesome! i used the gun with the thing and the thing hit the other thing and blah blah blah. your friends are already sore that you won, but why not treat them to watching you own them again? in s l o w m o t i o n. see, it used to be: "dude i just killed you with a head shot from across the map!" now its "dude i just killed you with a head shot from across the map, now lets see it again in slow motion!" how awesome is that?!
WHY IT SUCKS:
i can't believe i have to do this portion. okay well first off, the AIs can't drive for shit. in campaign mode, NEVER, EVER let your marines drive you around. they will drive you into the wall, or off the next cliff. NEVER LET THEM DRIVE. other than that, i have no complaints.
oh but theres stilll the inevitable flood of pre pubescent kids on xboxlive who will scream into your ears with a shrill voice so high pitched and laden with vulgarities that your brains will melt and your eyeballs explode. squeakers, we call them.
SHOULD YOU GET IT?
HAVE YOU NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION? YES! GET IT! if you have an xbox 360 that is. even if you dont, its worth getting one just for this game. if you can afford it, that is. prepare about 1000 moneys. that right. harsh huh?
MY RATING:
Halo 3 builds upon the concepts of Halo 2 in ways that you'd expect, but there are also new modes and options that send the series in exciting new directions. I am definitely NOT biased.
SO WHERE CAN YOU GET IT?
Any video game store should have this. if they dont, they're either out of stock or they suck. if you live in the AMK Hub area, I recommend Funzcentre.com on the second floor of AMK Hub. friendly staff. dont expect to find a used copy of halo 3, only retarded people sell their halo 3. smilesmile.
It finally came.
there were no words.
there was only bliss.
HALO 3 LEGENDARY EDITION
It finally came in from the U.S halo 3 legendary edition. the pack comes with two halo 3 essentials DvDs and a Cat head sized Master Chief helmet. and not omitting, HALO 3.
WHAT IS IT:
Halo 3 is a video game. It is a video game for the Xbox 360. that means it is a CD, that i put into my Xbox 360 console, which is hooked up to my TV and surround sound system, to experience nirvana. Halo 3 is also a monument to all our bungie. yesm. geekisms aside, halo 3 is THE game to get for this year and many years to come. it promises rich multiplayer and single player experiences which will last until the next xbox console is released.
WHY ITS GREAT:
WHAT IS IT:
Halo 3 is a video game. It is a video game for the Xbox 360. that means it is a CD, that i put into my Xbox 360 console, which is hooked up to my TV and surround sound system, to experience nirvana. Halo 3 is also a monument to all our bungie. yesm. geekisms aside, halo 3 is THE game to get for this year and many years to come. it promises rich multiplayer and single player experiences which will last until the next xbox console is released.
WHY ITS GREAT:
Its Halo3. thats why. see. firstly, games are expensive. and games that dont give you the world for your moneys suck. thats why halo3 is the best game ever. it gives you a universe. this game gives you a awesome single player experience. and a multiplayer experience that will last you years. paying for this game is no issue.
Next, this is the ultimate conclusion to the halo series. if you've played halo 1, and 2, you must get halo 3. how can you not, after that infamous cliffhanger at the end of halo 2: "Sir, Finishing this fight." halo 3 gives a satisfying storyline that simultaneously provides closure whilst adding twists and turns, making you wonder what will happen next.
Thirdly, the gameplay is outstanding. i qoute from gamespot:
Halo 3 is an interesting mix of established protocol and intriguing new stuff. For example, the gameplay doesn't stray too far from Halo 2, which, in turn, didn't exactly reinvent the original Halo.Halo 3 plays great. it comes up with situations where sometimes you just run and gun, "Rambo" mode as we call it. but it has a heavy tactical overtone, which urges you to make some light tactical decisions, like. should i just charge up there? or will it save time and ammo to sneak in and take them out one by one? should i lob a grenade in there? or should i save it for later and take them out with my gun? The balance between your guns, your grenades, and your melee attack has always given Halo a unique feel in the genre, and those same considerations apply today, both in the campaign mode and in multiplayer. there are loads of new weapons and grenades and equipment that will change the way you approach a battle. You'll even find weapons so huge that your movement speed slows when you carry them. When you use these weapons, the camera pulls out to a third-person perspective so you can see your missile pod, plasma cannon, or flamethrower as it fires.
The concept of "equipment" is new to the series. These deployable special items have a variety of effects. im sure you all know the Bubble Shield, from the trailers?
thats the one. this lets players walk through, but grenades and bullets cannot penetrate it. You'll also find items that make your shields regenerate more quickly, and others that drain enemy shields and stop their vehicles dead in their tracks. this makes the gameplay more interesting and gives you more ways to defeat your enemy, or be defeated.
Lastly, bungie has giveth us two new tools. Forge and Theater.
The first lets you edit objects on a map. You can't edit level geometry with Forge, but you can spawn, remove, and move objects and items around the level. All of the editing is done in real time, and you can pop in and out of edit mode by pushing up on the D pad. You can also play this mode with other players, letting everyone run around in edit mode to spawn Warthogs, rocket launchers, and whatever else is already on the map. On the surface, that doesn't sound so exciting. But in practice, it's a weird and potential-rich addition to the game because there are a ton of little secrets and tricks you can use to manipulate the objects in ways Bungie may not have intended.
Theatre is the ultimate asshole tool. lets say you just finish a game, you and your mates are waiting to return to the lobby, and you say ' aw man, did you see that last kill? that was so awesome! i used the gun with the thing and the thing hit the other thing and blah blah blah. your friends are already sore that you won, but why not treat them to watching you own them again? in s l o w m o t i o n. see, it used to be: "dude i just killed you with a head shot from across the map!" now its "dude i just killed you with a head shot from across the map, now lets see it again in slow motion!" how awesome is that?!
WHY IT SUCKS:
i can't believe i have to do this portion. okay well first off, the AIs can't drive for shit. in campaign mode, NEVER, EVER let your marines drive you around. they will drive you into the wall, or off the next cliff. NEVER LET THEM DRIVE. other than that, i have no complaints.
oh but theres stilll the inevitable flood of pre pubescent kids on xboxlive who will scream into your ears with a shrill voice so high pitched and laden with vulgarities that your brains will melt and your eyeballs explode. squeakers, we call them.
SHOULD YOU GET IT?
HAVE YOU NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION? YES! GET IT! if you have an xbox 360 that is. even if you dont, its worth getting one just for this game. if you can afford it, that is. prepare about 1000 moneys. that right. harsh huh?
MY RATING:
Halo 3 builds upon the concepts of Halo 2 in ways that you'd expect, but there are also new modes and options that send the series in exciting new directions. I am definitely NOT biased.
SO WHERE CAN YOU GET IT?
Any video game store should have this. if they dont, they're either out of stock or they suck. if you live in the AMK Hub area, I recommend Funzcentre.com on the second floor of AMK Hub. friendly staff. dont expect to find a used copy of halo 3, only retarded people sell their halo 3. smilesmile.
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