:: heretics and killers. ::

:: Monday, February 08, 2010 ::

cost saving measure: tip #63

suppose you're having an all you can eat grill/steamboat buffet, but they do not serve free flow of drinks (be it plain water or any other sort of drinks). and you realise that they actually overcharge for drinks! how are you going to enjoy your meal and quench your thirst without having to spend a bomb?

here's a solution:

1) head over to the dessert counter, where they distribute shaved ice for free. shaved ice is the main ingredient for making ice-kachang or snow cones. take a shitload of it in a bowl.



2) grab a pair of chopsticks (usually free as well).



3) break the chopsticks, then stack them on the steamboat which is simmering hot, or filled with boiling water.



4) take the bowl of ice, stack it onto the chopsticks while the grill is still hot and wait for the ice to melt. it wont take long.



grab a straw, and drink. there you have it, your free flow of drinking water. and trust me, the water will be cold to boot due to the fact that its just melted. enjoy.


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:: antimarx 2:00 AM [+] ::
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heil

the awesomeness that is PC games.

i realised that quite a few of my friends have learnt stuff that they probably would have never thought of learning if not for computer games.

for example, a bunch of em' had to learn about ancient Greek history and who the hell Gandhi is due to Civilisation. paying it forward, as an associate i get to enrich myself with useless knowledge when they embark on inane conversations about the game itself - how to work irrigation systems, be diplomatic towards Mr Mao Zedong, where settlements thrive and yada yada yada bla.

as for lovers of weapons, there is none other than Modern Warfare 2 itself - one of the best games i've ever played. not that im much of a gamer to begin with (considering the only 3 other games i did play were Final Fantasy 7, 8, and Left4Dead). i feel that ive improved militarily. i can recognize the difference between the SCAR-H rifle and the M16A4. stuff which i had missed out on during National Service since God decided it was convenient to leave a part of my heart behind resulting in a dysfunctional one.

speaking of which, Aloy told me that my oxygen content in the blood is merely at 55% - 60% capacity due to leakage, as opposed to having 99% concentration. which proves one thing: that i am a very, very fit person for outrunning everyone on the field every Sunday.

nonetheless. the best place to be fit and be all you ever want is in the virtual world, where almost everything works out and you respawn or have a save point to restart from in case you die or fail.


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:: antimarx 3:17 PM [+] ::
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hah!

dear filler guy

you are such a depressing figure. in fact, you radiate gloom. happiness, is but a myth. and you'd never win.

if you showed the world your trophy cabinet, they'll notice something distinctively missing. amidst all those achievements, there is not one single gold medal or award. why?

ever since then, you've been put in your place. that winners dont look like you. act like you. talk like you. perpetually being under the impression that nothing will ever work out... not from the start. not till the end.

get lost already. you make me sick.



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:: antimarx 5:13 AM [+] ::
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semtex stuck!

sometimes conversations with those closest to me makes me wonder how i've allowed myself to be shackled down into an impending life of corporate doom and gloom.

as i've mentioned on this blog before, all it took was one compromise after another. and another. and another... and soon i found myself not the same person with an ambition differing from the original.

its part and parcel of growing up i tell myself, but the bit about being older means mentally i've only logic to reason with. how i wish i could stick with the way i wanted it to be back when i was 17.

who doesnt want to wake up along the beach, take slow walk towards a self owned and run mini shack, renting surfboards out as the order of the day. and when the tide's high, pack up and move away in a nomad-like manner. alas, a new bakery cum cafe has opened along the mountainside surrounded by temperate climate in a town where everyone knows each other's names. and so on.. and so forth.

away from the hustle and bustle of city life where everyone is just a drone. shoving those capitalist ideals back into their faces and forgoing a life that people in my country were meant to be in.

but. its all talk i suppose. all talk.


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:: antimarx 2:30 AM [+] ::
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gah!

mah toh nale iz drawpeeng offff.


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:: antimarx 2:25 AM [+] ::
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point to ponder

kids usually bluff their way out for one reason - out of fear. for example when they forget to bring their homework, or broke mummy's favourite vase.

and as a kid i wondered why people, adults in particular, usually flip harder when they find out they're being lied to, as compared to when they're being told of whatever misdoing there may be. but, as a quarter-life crisis suffering individual, i revisited that thought today and concluded:

nobody likes liars. and usually one would be more upset with a person for lying than for the initial act (that caused the person to lie to begin with).

if someone did something that is undesirable, granted it may upset me. but i would usually cool down within minutes if not seconds after being told, and it could even have a positive effect cuz in this day and age, honesty is a trait that is slowly treading along the brink of death. thus, after getting over whatever disappointment, i'd usually take my time and appreciate the honesty that was displayed to me.

however, if i were being lied to (in order to cover up for such act), and if i were to find out, a deeper impression of the person wouldve been formed and perhaps that bit of hard earned trust lost. it would no longer be about the act per se, but the consequential lie that takes centre stage in causing a negative reaction in me.

i want to be a kid again.


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:: antimarx 12:24 AM [+] ::
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its not funny

God played a prank on me. i know i've been very evil all these while, always making fun of fat minahs - fat people in general per se.

and so yesterday i was punished. for the first time in my life, i lost my wallet. however...

...lo and behold, today i received a phonecall! a minah apparently found my wallet, and along with it my phone number which was written on a receipt which dates back to 2006. HAHA. yes i know i dont clear up the receipts that often but hey its a good thing.

apparently she found my number (it was a receipt for my handphone, thus the handphone number and my name on it). and she simply matched it to my ID card and gave me a call. for some reason though, she said to meet up to take my wallet back instead of my suggestion for her to dump it at the MRT control station where i could just take it back from the officers in charge.

nonetheless, we met briefly and i was not surprised. she was a fat minah. but at the same time i really thought God played a prank on me cuz all these years i'd been making fun of them yet its ironic that my precious wallet was returned to me by one of their kind. their kind, get it?

so i shall be nice and not make fun of fat minahs anymore... for the next 10minutes. yep God's prank sure worked.


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:: antimarx 12:17 AM [+] ::
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rant

OH CAMPUSTUTOR.COM WHY DO YOU KEEP SPAMMING MY E-MAIL! OH WHY DID I REGISTER TO BE AN ACCOUNTANCY TUTOR IN THE FIRST PLACE. OH QUIT SPAMMING ME PLEASE!

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oh a totally unrelated note, i shall talk about this - kids. two days ago i was walking towards the MRT station when i observed this lil chap. he's kinda young, say, 4years old? and he really was an active child!

he was balancing himself along the curb pretending that there's crocodiles waiting for him if he falls off. it was rather cute. and i thought about myself when i was young. was i anything like him? a child with an overactive imagination.

then he began hogging the MRT signboard, and telling people "this is mine! you cannot read!"

and that made me realise. "No. I wasnt like this. This child's bordering on mental retardation. God bless his soul."

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when i have my own kid, though... i mean, IF i have my own kid...

ok let me pause here for a bit and digress. at this rate that im going and the way im thinking about life, the odds of me having a kid of my own... well let's put it this way. you stand a better chance of winning Iron Man in a fist fight than me having a kid. you. yes you without any armour or anything. fist fight. and him. Iron Man.. fully weaponized. etc. yep.

back to my first sentence. ive already planned that if i have my own kid, i'd dress that child up in one thing and one thing alone - plastic bag. look at it this way. kids/babies are dumb. they dont know what they're wearing, so who cares? money is tight and there's no need to make em wear anything that costs a bomb.

i'd simply save money by cutting holes in em plastic bags. you can actually recycle those small, transparent plastic bags used to carry your favourite 'teh' or 'kopi' beverage from coffee shops, and make shoes out of em! ingenious. (:

as for branding? well... do away with Osh Kosh b' Gosh. however you spell that. "Hmm... i think today he's gonna wear NTUC Fairprice. Or should i go for something fancy, ala branded? Ok. Mark's and Spencer plastic bag it is then."

best. dad. ever. me.


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:: antimarx 3:58 AM [+] ::
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note

damn sad.


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:: antimarx 5:43 AM [+] ::
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A Little Piece Of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold

im addicted to this song at the moment. its not characteristically an A7X song, and it definitely sounds like a song out of Corpse Bride (film).

do give the whole song a listen. seriously.



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Before the story begins, is it such a sin,
For me to take what's mine, until the end of time?
We were more than friends, before the story ends,
And I will take what's mine, create what
God would never design

Our love had been so strong for far too long,
I was weak with fear that
Something would go wrong,
Before the possibilities came true,
I took all possibility from you
Almost laughed myself to tears,
(Hahahaha! )
Conjuring her deepest fears
(Come Here You Fucking Bitch! )

Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times,
I can't believe it,
Ripped her heart out right before her eyes,
Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it!

She was never this good in bed
Even when she was sleepin'
Now she's just so perfect I've
Never been quite so fucking deep in
It goes on, and on, and on,
I can keep you lookin' young and preserved forever,
With a fountain to spray on your youth whenever

'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time
But bye, bye.
And a word to the wise when the fire dies,
You think it's over but it's just begun
But baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, we fell apart
Let's make a new start
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime (yeah)
But baby don't cry

Now possibilities I'd never considered,
Are occurring the likes of which I'd never heard,
Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave,
To repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved

Smiling right from ear to ear
Almost laughed herself to tears

Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times
I can't believe it
Ripped his heart out right before his eyes
Eyes over easy
Eat it, eat it, eat it

Now that it's done I realize the error of my ways
I must venture back to apologize from somewhere far beyond the grave

I gotta make up for what I've done
'Cause I was all up in a piece of heaven
While you burned in hell, no peace forever

'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time
But bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun
But baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, we fell apart
Let's make a new start
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime (yeah)
But baby don't cry

I will suffer for so long
(What will you do, not long enough)
To make it up to you
(I pray to God that you do)
I'll do whatever you want me to do
(Well then I'll grant you one chance)
And if it's not enough
(If it's not enough, If it's not enough)
If it's not enough
(Not enough)
Try again
(Try again)
And again
(And again)
Over and over again

We're coming back, coming back
We'll live forever, live forever
Let's have wedding, have a wedding
Let's start the killing, start the killing

Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?
(Yes, I do.)
Do you take this woman in death for the rest of your unnatural life?
(I do)
I now pronounce you...

'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time
But bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun
But baby don't cry

You had my heart, at least for the most part
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, we fell apart
Let's make a new start
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime yeah
But baby don't cry


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:: antimarx 3:16 AM [+] ::
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