How I wish I could...

A very happy Chinese New Year indeed.....

After a very good dinner of Roast Beef sub with olives, onions and pepper, curly friens and a Heiny... I wake up to find myself in the room down the hall having 2 Smirnoff Citrus shots for breakfast. Vik and I decide to take a bus ride down town, to eat at The Waffle Place at 3pm. The two buses that go down town just left, so we decide to take the first one that comes. It's THE RED LINK. Ok what the hell...

Pleased after getting lost 6 miles from campus:

So it goes to this place called Innovation Park... which is.. I don't know. And it stops there for 10 mins, doing godknowswhat. We're both like AHHHHHHHH WE'RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT TO THE WAFFLE PLACE!! HURRY UP!!!.... the bus driver comes up and he's like "so you figured out you're on the wrong bus?" "YES SIRREE!! HEE HEE!!!"... hahaha.. drunk bastards we are.

Driving past the stadium.... and going the wrong direction:

So we make it to the waffle place, and have the most amazing breakfastlunchdinner (my Saturday MEAL.) 5 bucks for 3 pancakes, 2 eggs, and 4 strips of bacon. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM............................

And then I come back and fall asleep. =D

SATURDAYS AT PENN STATE. I LIKE.

Friday night Dinners

The way Friday night dinners were supposed to be. A roast beef sub, curly fries, and a HEINEKEN!


The result of Wal*Mart:


Another result:

Screwdrivers on a Thursday night

I'm tired of this shit. All you fuckers from 6 SIR... COME HERE NOW!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Tissue for headgear

When your roommate needs to sleep, and you would like to be nice by not shining light into his face, get a piece of toilet paper (because I'm poor and don't have tissue) and wrap it around your lamp. It diffuses the light. At least photography class taught me something. This is my roommate's cool lamp which he lent to me. It's this robot dude and twists and turns any way you want him to. The positions possible are infinite. (Ladies, you'd like that a lot. I know you would. Stop blushing and don't lie.)



And when it's late and you're hungry, you make this:



Oh, by the way, I changed my address cos I moved rooms. Here is the updated one:

http://gregyip.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-address_10.html

Oh.. whatever makes her happy... on a Saturday night...

Since it was a nice day out this morning, instead of getting the forecasted showers, I decided to go out to take a couple of pix before having breakfastlunchdinner (that's ONE meal, btw) with Vik at 2pm.



Vik:

Tussey Mountain Ski Place in the background:

Pollock Rd. One of the streets which cuts the campus into half, North-South:

The Academic Study of Religion

If you're reading this right now, and fully digesting it (unlike myself during class), you should be paying me about 100 bucks or something. This is like FREE Religious Studies 001 class right here.

My professor defines religion as "Ultimate Concern". What does this mean? It means that for every religion, regardless of its origin or beliefs, has its own "thing" that it cares about. eg. Christians and God, Muslims and Allah, Buddhists and Nirvana, etc. The "thing" is transcendental. It does not exist in time, nor in space, as we physically do. So now, remove your perception that "religion" is "praying", or "going to church/temple/mosque", or "worshiping". Think of it as Ultimate Concern. For example, if your ultimate concern is to make tons n tons of money, then money is your religion. If it is to get a 5.0 GPA, then that is your religion. Comprende?

So today in class we talked about the 5 functions of religion. (It helps people defines these things.)

1. Happiness. What does it mean to be happy? Religion helps people define happiness. In most religions, happiness is internally based. Material wealth canNOT bring you happiness because it is subject to change. Say you buy a flashy sports car, you think you're happy. But when it gets banged up or scratched, you're unhappy. Internally based happiness is the same, whether you just won the lottery, or got shot 4 times. You're still happy.

2. Meaning. Meaning to what?? Meaning to life. There was this psychologist who interviewed 60 honor roll students, all of whom attempted suicide, and asked them why. Their response: "Life is meaningless." What does that mean exactly? What is the purpose of your life?

3. Values. I'm not gonna talk about this. Because this is subjective. But religion gives you priorities and things. Ethics is another different issue altogether.

4. Identity. Ask yourself this. "Who am I?" Simple to ask, hard to answer. The words aren't even that hard. All less than FOUR letters. Even IGOR knows those words. Your social identity is one where you're known by your name, your friends, who your mother and father are, brother, sister, where you're from, etc. It gives you a label. But your religious identity gives you a location in the universe. So.... who are you?

5. Death. Religion helps people deal with death. It looks death straight in the face and says "Why does this happen? What is the purpose of death?"



Gets your brain going a little doesn't it?

REWARD!! $50 FOR ANYONE WHO KILLS THE BELOWMENTIONED!!

I finally understand what it means when people talk about a FOB. It sounds derogatory but that's just the fact of it.

There's this kid, R**i, whom I shall decline to fully name, that annoys the f*ck out of me. First time I met him he was really nice and everything, cos we're both sitting in the International Student Services lounge like idiots who don't know where the hell we are.

Then comes Stat class. I'm in it with him. I walk in the door, and I see him on my left. So I'm like "hey let's sit in that corner." He goes "no, you come here." Nobody orders me around. Except maybe my parents, or OC or CO or whoever right? I ask him why, and he repeats "come here." WTF? That's encounter #1.

Now comes #2. It's 10pm (this was just last night), and he calls me "Hey Greg can you come help me man? It's 15 degrees out here (-10 Deg C) and I've got 6 baggages." So me, being nice, I do. I have a sweater, and a jacket on, and it's STILL cold. I go out, help him carry like 20kgs of his stuff to his room. I'm about to leave when he goes "STAY." I tell him I've got work and I really gotta get going. "STAY AND EAT." WTF??? I've had dinner so I decline. "HAVE MORE." WTF x 2 ??? I walk off.

#3. I got my friend Vik with me in business class. And R**i always saves us seats. That's nice, but .... I really don't wanna be sitting next to some kid who hates the professor (after only ONE class and he's passed judgement), and talks nonstop. Vik sits down and leaves the seat next to R**i empty. I have no choice but to resign to fate. As I'm getting into the seat, he goes "SHOW ME YOUR NOTES." I lie and say I didn't make any, but he repeats himself and goes "I KNOW YOU DO. SHOW ME." Here I am, trying to take my jacket off, and I have this kid breathing down my neck about notes. "GIVE ME THEM." FUCK OFF BIATCH! CAN I JUST SIT DOWN AND TAKE MY JACKET OFF BEFORE DOING ANYTHING ELSE?? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??....... Then class starts and when I take notes, he takes notes. When I don't, he doesn't. GET A LIFE MAN.

#4 and final. So he needs a Stat book for homework. He goes to the library... then comes to my room to borrow it. Instead of using the book to look at the questions, he goes... "SHOW ME YOUR WORK." ?? ANOTHER ORDER?? YOU BETTER STOP BEFORE I RUN OUT AND GET MY GUN LICENCE. So I do, rudely. And just get my ass online to ignore him. Instead of looking at the questions, I see him COPYING MY ANSWERS DOWN. now that is W T F x 1 million. FUCK YOU MAN. If you're so fucking ass competitive, get the fuck outta my room. I just offered out of good will, but you're COPYING MY ANSWERS?? Honestly, it was okay in high school to "help your friends out". But you don't learn anything from copying. And if you're smart, you shouldn't even be copying at all.

FUCK YOU R**I!!!!

FIRE FUCKING ALARMS

It's FOUR in the FUCKING morning. and WHY am I up???

BECAUSE SOME MOTHERFUCKER WAS SMOKING IN HIS ROOM AND SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM. TWICE. In a span of FUCKING FIFTEEN MINUTES!!!! MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's fucking -10 Deg C outside WITH THE WIND BLOWING so minus another 5 or so for that shit! FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!!!!!!

Pyrex

What the f*** is Pyrex? Well, my dad bought it at Wal Mart for me. 2, actually. It's just a glass bowl with a rubber cover, kinda like Tupperware. Both parts are microwave-proof. So when I wake up in the morning, I just dump some water in with a pack of instant noodles and press 5 mins. DING!!! And there's my first meal of the day. Healthy huh.

I used it to cook a bowl of Instant Rice just now. Mushroom Flavor. Um.. can't take a pic cos the packet's in the trash right now. But I will, when I get more. It was pretty good.

So let me remind myself what the f*ck I'm doing home on a Saturday Night. First thing's first, I just realized I have a ton of shit to read. Second thing, I still think drinking to get drunk is stupid. I think the next time I'll go out is when I turn 21, so I can just go down to a bar and have a beer and cigar.... mmmmmm...... awesome.

My awesome shitty ass room =)

So that's my desk. Looks about the same as the one I have at home. MESSY. hahaha.. Organized mess. =) That's the way it should be. There is order in chaos. Always. If you need me to, I can help you with your room anytime. 1800-FOR-GREG.

In light of my previous post about frats and stuff, Jamie asked me what I wanted out of college, if not partying and all that shit? I sorta discovered that yesterday. I was walking back from class with a friend, Vik, and we saw the tennis courts. He plays, I don't. But he was like "Dude you wanna play? I'll teach you." So we got some tennis rackets from the gym (how awesome, they loan out equipment) and headed to the courts for an hour. Good workout. Then on the way back, there were planes flying in the sky, leaving white trails against the clear blue. And then right behind that was a full moon. BEAUTIFUL. And thus, my question was answered. You don't come halfway around the world to get smashed every weekend. You can do that at home man. Or... whenever you want. I think I came here to learn new things, see some sights, meet new people, relax and get away from the hectic-ness of Singapore. If you think I'm an old boring fart, go right ahead. It's all good. I'lljusthuntyoudownwhenIgetmygunlicence.

Btw Jamie is my dad's friend's daughter. I can't remember if I've mentioned her previously. But we were at the airport on New Year's Day, and just as we're checking in, my parents see an old classmate from VJC. Imagine that, a classmate from 30 years ago. So he asks where we're going, and my dad says Penn State. And his friend goes "OH! I just sent my daughter there this fall!!" NO WAY. So my mom gives me her email, so when I get here I'm not a lost sheep. I get over here, email her, she emails back, and ta-da, we finally meet up. The funniest thing is, she told me that her roommates were like "What if he's really short and ugly??" and freaked her out. Good to know that's not what she thinks of me. So yes, that's Jamie.

Anyways here's another picture of my awesome tiny room.



ps. It's not messy. It's "lived in". The new look for 2006. (added in after some thought on a boring Saturday night.)

www.lemonparty.org

So my rommmate and I are watching E!... and they have this guy dressing up as Prince Charles.. and then this other guy dressing up as Camilla Parker.. AND THEY START MAKING OUT!!... then my roommmate directs me to the abovementioned site.. and ... I am officially scarred for life. Makes you wonder what it is, doesn't it? CLICKONITYOUKNOWYOUWANTTO!!!!

School's pretty alright so far. Um... my professors end their classes at 30 mins, when the class is supposed to be 50 mins long. And some classes have no assignments, just lotsa reading. The weird thing is, the books are like those we had in SAS. So I guess going there was good. Hmmm.. Works your brain real hard so college is kinda like the "same" thing, academically, of course.

I've met a couple of frat brothers. Somehow I think joining a frat is just because you wanna make more friends, feel more socially accepted, and things like that. I dunno. Insecure perhaps? Or....... will someone please enlighten me? I know it's got free booze, and stuff... but.. FUCK YOU CAN GET BOOZE ANYTIME. *rolls eyes*

The weather here's super f*cked up. Today it was 50 something degrees (F), and it was R A I N I N G. So I had to bust out my Gore Tex jacket (Yes... the SAF one)... but hell it worked really well. And my friend said it was "hot".. like.. nice looking. So DOES ANYBODY WANT TO MAIL ME MY No.4s??

Ok.. I'm gonna go back to my readings now.

My address

Ok guys, my address is

203 Pinchot Hall
Bigler Road
The Pennsylvania State University
University Park
PA 16802
USA

Yup. Don't ask me where all those names like Pinchot and Bigler came from. Pinchot Halls is one of the shitter places on campus to live. It's about the size of an OCS room.. but the ceiling's lower, and... it's just.. smaller. Got a fridge and a microwave. So I can put orange juice in, and make instant noodles for breakfast. Btw, please do NOT call me at 7am like Bay did (motherf*cker!!! j/k). PLEASE. I need to sleep man. I have class at 10, the earliest.. so.. yea give me my peace.

Um.. I wanted to say something but I forgot what it was. Anyways yea that's my address. Write me something so .. at least I feel loved ya know?

Cingular and Bacardi

Ok... so now I have internet. But I'm not in my room. They take 3 days to process my IP address n stuff so I'll get it tomorrow. Anyways it's all good. So I got up at 9am today. Rolled around in bed... and before I knew it, it was 1145am. Wtf man. Seriously. Haha... I went back to sleep cos there was no food and I didn't wanna go to breakfast alone. Mm... so we got this korean kid drunk on Bacardi last night. Haha my god what a vile drink... and what a crazy kid. He's not met his roommate yet, but he's seen his closet and he's got a camo uniform inside. So he's all freaking out like "OMG MY ROOMMATE'S GONNA PULL A GUN ON ME WHEN I'M SLEEPING!! OR MAYBE HE'LL PUT IT TO MY HEAD AND ASK ME TO GO FOR RUNS AT 8AM!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
F*ckin idiot.

Hmm... people here are kids man. Seriously. They're not over the "I'm gonna get so wasted tonight man... yea!!! That way I'll be real cool." stage of life yet. And then the ones that aren't here to party (like this Indian kid I know by the name of Ravi) are so boring. "After tonight.. no more partying man.. I'm just gonna study until summer." AHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE!!!!!!!! You've got two extremes, and nothing in between. Hmm... I dunno. Man I wish Steph, Ben, Fin and all them guys were here so we could go out for beer and burgers. Tons of burgers here, but ICANTGETABEERCOSIMNOTF*CKING21YETWHATISWRONGWITHTHISPLACEMAN!!!!! I think that plays the most part of why people like boozing up so much, COS IT'S ILLEGAL FOR THEM. (Been there, done that.)

Oh yea, Bay's asking for my number. For those of you who miss me deep deep, my number's (814)-876-0975. Yup. Don't forget to add a +1 at the front if you wanna sms me or whatever yea. I'm on Cingular.. so for those of you folks out there who have Cingular ... gimme a call. IT'S FREE!! YAY!!! (thisplaceissoexpensiveyouhavenoideaman)

So back to my blog stuff. Yea.... these kids. Comparing credit cards, how many chauffeurs you got back in your home country, who drives a bigger car. Fuck man, seriously. GET OVER IT.

SPB in Wal*Mart

Ok. So we're at WalMart. I'm sitting there for an HOUR waiting for my dad to finish shopping. I'm wondering if he got arrested or something. Anyways.. it's weird how I feel a lot more comfortable here in the States than in Australia, or NZ, or something ya know? I think it's gotta do with being in SAS and having lotsa white friends. It's all good.

Something else also came to mind. Like .... I haven't been here for long. And I'm hanging out with my dad quite a bit. He's quite unconventional (and funny too, if you've met him), and most of the time he doesn't give a f*ck about the rules. I mean, as long as you don't break the law and end up in jail, it's all good. So we're parking, and I'm like "Pa we're at this .. restricted zone", and feeling all uncomfortable cos I don't want the car to get clamped or get a ticket for no f*cking reason right??? I mean. DUDE we've only been here a WEEK. But my dad, like he is, doesn't give a flying sh*t. =) We come back and the car's as it was. Hmm.. Sometimes it embarasses me. Haha..so now I know how you people feel when I'm out with you guys and I absolutely don't give a sh*t. Like.. hmm.. the places I park... the places I cross the road.. all those unorthodox things. You know what I mean (haha Dar you know what I mean.) So yea.. I know how you guys feel. Hmm.. i apologise.

I think it keeps things fun though, to be really random and unconventional. Honestly, right?

Mm... Oh yea ... Manchi wanted a white Xmas. When I got here it wasn't snowing, so I told her that Xmas is 12 days so there's still time. And I really regret saying that. I woke up, and this is what I got:



Yea sure it looks nice, but scraping the ice off the windshield so you can actually SEE when you drive.... took like 10 mins. What the. And it's STILL snowing right now. So.... um... yea.. today was cold. like.. 25 degrees Farenheit? Hmm.. go figure.

Also, if you guys didn't know, I'm a self-professed SPB. Sarong Party Boy. So at Wal Mart I was like.. in heaven. Tall, blonde chicks around everywhere. Every corner you turn, you see a blonde chick. Simply awesome. Now to find someone in my class who's like that. Hur Hur. =)

Singapore Girl

I had actually written this on Dec 29 2005, published it, and let someone read it. But she said it was stereotypical and would incite a lot of hate. Hmm. But who gives a f*ck. Then I let Babs read it and she said it was good. Somehow I trust her judgement. Haha. Um... so here it is. Just my thoughts, that's all.



First thing's first. I had another "GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH imboredouttamymind" day. I think it's because I'm still sick. And also because my upper left jaw is hurting. I went and got my half-fallen out tooth fixed, finaly -after like a month?? And it was BAD. I got a jab, so kudos to the person who invented anasthetic. Then came the drills and grinding things to like, remove all the junk in there. My uncle (the dentist) then said "I gotta put a screw in there." (Have you ever heard of screws in your TEETH?? I mean, bones yea, but... teeth?) So anyways yea I got a screw put in to hold the new part (it's spick and span nice n white) to the existing non-fallen-out part. BEAUTIFUL. Didn't hurt one bit. But today... Ugh... felt like someone socked me real good in my right cheek.

After a quick nap and some deliberation (because Wallace and f*ckin Gromit doesn't show past 4pm today) I decided to take a bus down to town to meet Marc. Marc is an interesting guy. He likes to bust out questions at 2 in the freaking morning asking me if I am financially content right now, or ..... you know, something along those lines. But talking to him is good, because he offers valid opinions and mind-um...... oh yea, mentally stimulating questions.

So, point #1 tonight: Don't you think people in the age group of 16-18, 20-21, and 24 are just so different? In terms of their mentality, dressing, behaviour etc. Yes. 16-18 = Ho ho I'm the king/queen of students cos I'm the oldest f*ck around. Then the girls to off to university and get a reality check. The guys, then go off to NS and get their own reality check. Then you start partying hard, (if you didn't when you were 16-18), start getting your licence, driving, meeting friends at 2am for prata... etc. Then you come to 24, guys buy shirts, go to work, chicks buy shirts too (blouses, pardon me) and look hot in collars. And that's the real rality check when you gotta start paying for rent, and basically your whole life.

Point #2. Why I cannot find a Singaporean girlfriend. I've known to myself and said time and time again that you should always date someone of the same economic standing. I know that sounds really freaking shallow, but hey, in times like these, people generally enjoy the same things, have the same outlook, blah blah blah "same" shit ya know? (Yes there are exceptions when people have the same stuff (goals, outlooks, beliefs etc) in life but are of different social standings. Then Marc said that the school you go to, the way you're brought up, shapes your mentality, and perhaps I just choose not to accept the mentality of the Singapore Girl? Before he mentioned this, I said that a lot of girls I meet are only interested in shopping, movies, clubbing, bitching, shopping, movies, clubbing, bitching, shoppingmoviesclubbingbitching. Apparently they're simple people to please. I don't know. I don't want a girl calling me up when I'm asleep, bitching to me about some girl who stared at her while she was at Zouk and how she's really pissed about it. Seriously. You have better things to do than care about that. Maybe she was a lesbian and thought you were hot. Get over it. I also don't care if your best friend's 'enemy' had a boob job and now thinks she's hot sh*t. I don't. So, going back to the school/mentality thing, I think I appreciate girls who have an interest in something. See, I'm not a follower, nor will I ever be. So if you're interested in fashion, hey, be a designer or have your own style. If you like movies, make one? It doesn't matter whether it turns out good or bad, at least you tried? Be yourself, because that is who you are, not because you wanna be a social nonconformist or anything along those lines. SAS was filled with drama, but who gives a flying f*ck. You're only part of it because you allow yourself to be.

I think I'm meeting the wrong women. *shakes head*

*I would like to add that my best friend Ruoxi is an exception to the abovementioned, added at her request.
*Manchi is also an exception to the abovementioned, also added at her request.
(You can tell I grovel at women's feet.)

The mind of the young and foolish

I think this picture is rather overdue but hey, what the heck right. Go for it.

So anyways. Now I know why everyone is so happy to go to college. Cos your parents aren't nagging anymore. I don't know what the f*ck they want sometimes, seriously. (Manchi I feel your pain.) For the past year it's just hanging out with friends, and then going to the office, driving to lunch, to dinner, to the movies, back to camp to sleep.. blah blah blah. Never had to ask for money, never had to worry about what time I went to bed, or what I did, or what I bought. Blah blah. So my dad's really supportive of the US education system, but thinks the mentality is kinda fucked up. I dunno... I really don't give a f*ck about a lot of things I think. I mean, keep an open mind right? Respect people's opinion and accept them for who they are. hmm.. Oh well. So much contradictory stuff he's saying and it's driving me nuts.


Anyways it's 5am again. gonna go back to sleep.

Igor go back to schoooooool.... (to the tune of Ducky Go Down the Hole)

Ok I tried to upload a pic of the Old Main Hall of Penn State.. but.. yea it's not working too well. Will do it tomorrow.

Today was fun. Went for some talks, met a couple of guys from India, NZ, Mexico, Korea. Met this chick from England... (mighty fine she was), and this other cute girl from Netherlands. Psychology major. Maybe she can fix my craziness. Ho ho. Anyways the Mexican guy.. Jonathan... he's been away from school for like 6 months.. partying in Europe and Italy and Spain. So he's lost some brain cells. We agreed that he'll have to start freshman year again after this semester.

Oh yea, so I go to the bank today. Get served (hah served) but this girl called Cortnie. Um.. forget her last name. Got her name card somewhere. Anyways. She was cute too. (MAN I AM IN HEAVEN I SWEAR.........) So we're done with my checking account.. blah blah. And my dad goes "Hey would you like to join us for lunch?" In my mind I'm thinkin "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MAN?!!?!" So ladies and gentlemen, you know where I got the good side of the genes from. With regard to the ladies. haha.... mmhmm... that's right. Now that's gonna be my new line. "Hey would you like to join me for lunch?" I think that's a pretty friendly way to start don't ya think? Hmmm...

Then like.. I go back to the library for more orientation stuff. Crazy place. Huge place. It's got shit in Portugese and Italian too. wtf. Like... I can read portugese business. I don't know.

anyways it's almost 11. Good for sleeping. Get over jetlag. Will post more tomorrow when my brain isn't so bad i think.

Btw food is getting R E A L L Y boring. Burgers, pizza, coke, Dr.Pepper. WHATELSEISTHERETOEAT?!!?!?!?!? AHHHHHHHH I walked past a couple of Sushi places and "Chinese Wok". But seriously, nothing's better than home cooked food. IT'S BEEN 3 DAYS AND I MISS NEWTON ALREADY!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Admin

Ok so I go get my registration stuff done, blah blah blah. Saw these two Singaporean girls' names on the namelist. Then I go off to the International Student Services office. 410 Boucke Building. So the address here is like.... Room No., Building, Street.. lah blah blah... Oh well it's not so bad at least they're really precise.

Um.. yea. THENIFINDOUTIHAVETOTAKEMYTUBERCULOSISSKINTESTAGAINANDANMMRJAB!!!! I mean... AHHHHHHHH... did you know that Singapore is considered a HIGH RISK TB area because it has more than 25 ppl with TB for every 100,000 people? IF THEY TOLD ME THAT I'D HAVE TAKEN ANOTHER DAMN JAB. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Mmm...

Frequent Flier Points

Champagne at 0600hrs GMT @ Frankfurt

So the flight to Frankfurt takes 13hrs. For some reason it didn't seem that long to me. Maybe cos I watched Lord of War (which was very good by the way), The Constant Gardener (also good), The Myth (not very good), Proof (good), Four Brothers (didn't finish this one), Wallace and Gromit (10 mi...n..s...z....z..z.z..), Bonnie & Clyde (very oldschool, cute). And the rest of the time was spent in the galley with this young lady right here:



If you didn't know, on flights longer than 3hrs, I spend about 60% of my time in the galley hanging out with the crew. Why, you may ask? Because they're awesome people to get along with. Also, cos the seat and movies get boring. I mean, it's in the job description to "be friendly", but then they're just a whole lot of fun to talk to. The stories about clubbing in New York, Amsterdam, the asshole First/Business class passengers they encounter. It's awesome. Besides that, you get ice cream (whichnobodyelsegets*wink*), and their names, emails, you get playing cards, phone numbers, things like that. But in return, for my awesome ice cream (noit'snotacodewordforjoiningthemilehighclubalthoughiwishitwas), I had to log on to the Singapore Airlines website to put in "Compliments" for the nice ladies hanging out with me.

This lady (Ms.Christina) coerced me into writing nice words for her:




So, when we're almost at JFK airport, Ms.Gladdees (pronounced Gladys? the lady in the picture above) invites me and my dad to move to Business class. So we can get the hell off the plane ASAP and go off to immigration.

Sunrise over the North Atlantic:

And some way, one way or another, it's over too fast.

Babs with her 4 Kings that made the "Cup of Life" (made out of whiskey, kahlua, vodka, and Sheridan's, which eventually caused it to curd up and evolve its own ecosystem", and Ben with the puke basin.

So there goes 2005. It wasn't as f*cked up as 2004 was. I was happy that 2004 disappeared. Too many people died. Too many days spent in camp. And not enough spent out of it. So on Dec 31 2005, Ben calls us up at around 930, semi-tipsy with "lobster oozing outta his ears". Head to his house at 11, bust out the alcohol and cards, and yea. =) By 1am we're checking out the chicks on the FHM cards, having cigars so we get mouth cancer on New Year's Day+1, and basically being a nuisance to his mother who was sleeping upstairs. She woke up. Not good. Then at 3am, Steph and I feel like a nice, 3am, alcohol-induced drive to MacDees to get some food. Newton is too far. "OEI EVERYBODY!!! GET IN THE CAR!!!" We fly past Maju Camp (where Babs strongly encourages me to turn into) and past a car with the letters P-O-L-I-C-E on it, at 100km/h, me screaming "WE'RE GONNA F*CKIN GET PULLED OVER!!!" at the top of my lungs, at 3am, with 4 other drunk people in my car. A W E S O M E.

Ben, being Ben, and drunk, thought we were gonna just go to the drive-thru and then go back. But being US, we decide to sit down outside. He didn't wear shoes/slippers/anyformoffootwear. So while standing around yelling "I'M POOOOOR AND I HAVE NOO SHOOOOOOOEEESSS...."... We decide to fashion a pair of MacDees designer shoes for him. Made of pure, genuine MickyDee plastic bags, bearing the ubiqitous Golden Arches, it is a perfect fit. Held together by a knot from two loops, and topped off with a "Curry Flavor" on the left foot, and a "Sweet and Sour Flavor" on the right. Simply exquisite.



I go home at 4am. Wake up at 7, pack my shit up and head out for lunch. We try this "paper steamboat" thing that Babs was scientifically telling us about in her drunken state. "Its.... like..... you know.... the soup in the paper...... and the paper is the bowl.. but the paper doesn't burn...... because.... of this... thermal thing." Ok she was right. I can trust my life w/her even if she was drunk while performing surgery. Where can you find a friend like that?

Steph with his non-flammable paper soup:

SIA ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am writing this because I don't think I'll ever get a chance to write a blog while flying in midair. Yup that's right. At this point in time as I am typing this I am 38,000ft in the air flying over the North Atlantic, on MSN, in the galley hanging out w/the stewardesses. Um... yea I'm on some free wi-fi shit that's provided by Boeing. Ok so maybe it's not FREE after all since the ticket was quite a bit of money. But hey, it's cool right? Nobody f*ckin believes me man. "No turning on your electronic equipment while on the flight" HAHAH THIS IS GONNA CAUSE A CRASH!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *typing furiouslyonmsnGUYSDONTMISSMETOOMUCHBUTTHEPLANEISSPIRALLINGTODOOMHALFWAYACROSSTHENORTHATLANTIC!!!!!*

Yea. Alrights. I am done. I will input more thoughts and pictures later.