Caine

December Cargo

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 22:45:50 GMT

Against,

Oei Oei Oei!

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 21:44:39 GMT

EVERYDAY I LOVE YOU LESS AND LESS!

Time

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 21:43:14 GMT

It's the time of the day again, when all is still and the room is engulfed in a solemn silence, only tinted by the beating of the light rain against its obstructions, and the arrangement of vehicles belting down the road. It's an in-between, the end of a day and the start of another. We always think about what's next but fail to reflect on what's passed. So here:

1600hrs- Rise & Shine
1700hrs- Left the house
1800hrs- Met the Friends, namely Elizabeth, Wilson, Stella and Sean
1830hrs- Arrived at Toa Payoh Mellben Crab Place.
1900hrs- Started to finger the crabs
2000hrs- Smoke Break
2100hrs- Finished the crabs
2200hrs- Arrived at Serangoon Gardens for post-heavy dinner dessert. Had a scoop of Caramel Icecream, a Platinum Award (it's bullshit) Winning Mudpie, and a drink mixed with Banana, Oreo and Chocolate. Played a game of SHITHEAD and Stella lost. Twice. MOFO and IRAQ.
0100hrs- Drinking Heneiken/Sugar Cane at Chomps.
0200hrs- Arrived at HOMEGROUND, across Prinsep Street for a game of L4D2. I love it. But Zombies damn hard to play.
0400hrs- Left for Home
0500hrs- Arrived at KAP Macdonalds to grab some food
0530hrs- Home Sweet Home

Later on:

1200hrs- Sentosa

T.B.C.

Lightnings are only for Aesthetics

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 19:48:32 GMT

On a metaphorical speed train tipped with alcohol night after night and waking up to drink and sleeping to wake:

Previous Monday: Simple Jack party @ Sean's. Heneiken much. Dull room with music competing with cigarette smoke for air space. Ended at 4am with a trip to Stella's and then back to school to grab Necessary Clothes for Looking Good purpose. Otherwise crashed within a second within my thick comforter within the air-conditioned blend.

And Tuesday: Town and Marcus. Movie: Zombieland. Rating: 4/5. Annoying Ah Beng Ah Lian satan advocates beside: 0/infinity. Supper was Maggi Goreng at Al Azhar with salt to spare. Throat tasted like the sea after eating and surrendered to iced green tea and still the stubborn urge for smoke. Pool session: I won hands down, nothing much to boast about except I'm really just the best around.

Wednesday: Town and Marcus Part 2. Short dinner at Marche at 313. Food: Normal. Crowd: Outstanding, with occasional glimpse at the office lady across. Guilt-meter if someone finds out that I check other girls out: 99%. 1% save for Male Ego Pride. MEP. Followed by GYSB party at Velvet Underground. Read drink, drink, drink, drink, drink,drink, drink, dirnk, drnki, dnirk, dinrk...

Thursday: Paint The Town Red with English Literature Majors, a DeeJay and a Sociology Major and occasional attention demanded from Friend's Girlfriend. Movie: Zombieland. Rating: 4/5. Absence of Ah Beng Ah Lian satan advocates: Epic. Supper was Mojito at KPO with mint leaves to spare. Throat tasted minty after drinking and surrendered to smoking and still the stubborn urge to look at the mirror after drinking. Supper session: With Wini at Chinatown Frog Leg Porridge. Full like mad.

Friday-Saturday: Town with Manda & friends. Butter Factory with DJ born without ears or eyes to see how bored we were. Drinks to make us vaguely interested but failed after one second of revving. Stayed longer to hope for a miracle. Hoped longer to sleep better. Failed miserably. Supper at Macdonalds and adjourned home to adjourned to school to adjourn for meeting urgently adjourned at 11am. Urgently adjourned meeting ended at a less urgent time of 4pm (read: very late for work) so scurry down to town to distribute flyers for money. Went home after work, but right after work, made a detour to Rochor Beancurd for.... guess??? YES, CORRECT!

Sunday: A self-contained rest day. Self-contained because I contained myself at home, so... home self-contained. My home self was contained! Yes. Caught abit of SEA games at home. Some dudes and some ladies (highly debatable for uncanny unbelievable broad shoulders which put mrt trains to shame) and then adjourn to sleep. ZzzZzzZzz....

ZzzzZZzzZzz... Monday. Brringg Brrring alarm ring. Reluctantly everything. Reluctantly showered, reluctantly walked, reluctantly took the bus. 2 meetings, 1 afternoon. Went well though, given a spell of flu and headache and the microwave weather raving like sperms into my head. (No, I'm not a vagina head.) After popping 2 menstrual panadol pills, I took on higher responsibility in life and scurry adjourn to meet Calvin for movie. Movie: A Perfect Getaway. Rating: A Perfect Sleep Away.

Alights the metaphorical speed train on a return trip.

fucking sian

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 06:15:32 GMT

More sweat in training
Less blood in war

Past Day & Night

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 20:31:05 GMT

Hedonist Chart
Cigarette	3 sticks
Sleep	4 hours
Alcohol	1 bottle
Study	10 minutes
youtube	6 hours on and off
facebook	6 hours on and off

Mystery Jets

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 23:54:50 GMT

Your heart is like a hand me down
Somethings to pass around and around

Toes are part of you too

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:09:30 GMT

The time for revision has come again, after a summer and three-quarter semester hiatus. The time for revision is a time made fluid when AM slips into PM discreetly and vice versa. Divorced with the color of time by my 1 by 4 metres wooden door and thick black curtain, I peel away from the currents beyond and embark on several hours of reading, with occasional punctuations of toilet breaks and msn chats. Averaging at productivity and concentration is pretty good for a below average like me. My brain freezes in attention as though an anthem is passed everytime a new point is discovered within the fine prints of my readings. Stamped satisfied and gleefully in neon highlighters; these better be transformed as answers in the exam hall next week.

So Wednesday greets and Tuesday bids; with every passing day my nerves pregnant and taut with expectations for exams. It's time to grab a beer. Now.

Year 2 Sem 1

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:22:50 GMT

This semester is pretty much a more sober one, with less confusions dealt by the freshman that I was a year ago. With a knowledge of the locality within the campus and an expertise in both the publication and event aspect of NTU Sports Club, I pass each day in disdain of regularities, yet appeased with a sense of knowing at the same time.

With exams approaching in sight like a fleet of enemy's ships, I could only stock more retaliation bombs by sacrificing leisure and rest in way of caffeine made motivation through turning skies and veiny eyes. I can't say I'm glad with the dynamics of this semester, because of the neverending mails, neverending to-do lists, neverending note-to-self about an array of matters ranging from school work, to club work, to responsibilities a typical 23 year old male faces. But I am glad enough to have achieved a somewhat echelon over certain areas in life. Thankful to have W, thankful to have a good team of publication, thankful to come back to a comfortable hall, and what's more, with the recent addition of Wilson in my hall; which could be bad sometimes, because I anticipate endless SHITHEAD sessions, and the inevitable smoke breaks.

Everyone creates goals for themselves at the beginning of a semester, and so did I. I have already decided to put in more effort towards Sports Club, and put studies as my second priority, so as to ensure that I did not re-run in vain. And while seeing the fruit of my efforts slowly formulating, I could only be satisfied as I, like every esteem-made human, needs recognition every once in a while. Joining the Inverse team @ Tribune has also pushed my stature as a possible journalist further, while I remain humble in my learnings and writings. I also found myself taking a more astute glance towards the various publications around me, taking in both the aesthetic and technical aspects of them. Hopefully someday I could be heading a magazine as a career. If not, I really have no other way out.

By this year end, hopefully, I could sit by a cup of coffee and be glad of the way I turned out. And I wish to spend it with you.

Justerday

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 21:52:09 GMT

Of course, everybody slips into the past no matter how slight a trigger. Of late, I have been slipping quite a bit. The recounted memories are like milk turned sour, only good when fresh. So as time goes on, what do we keep? Stones in our hearts? Time changes everything. I don't know what hypocrites are we at present, when the future thinks of us later. I don't know how realistic we should be now, when the past taught us a lesson. All I can say is, drink the milk while it is fresh and savour every bit of it. Be selfish, be indulged, because every once in a while, somebody's got to wipe off the dust from the surface of your heart.
The inverted M, Will you not hate me in the future?

I, Caine Ng

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 20:33:21 GMT

In-charge of my self-esteem, I locate myself in a tight grid of jigsaw puzzles. On and on, the pieces around me spun madly with variations of emotions flaired out eccentrically like a smoky black eel in the air or a purple silk sliming across my neck, matching lure and allure. With diligent eyes and an expired innocence, I select properly which pieces I choose to collect in my breast pocket, and which pieces I choose to neglect.

So at the end of the harvest, I slammed my heart-door with exhausted patience and tried to fit every piece that I've got. Piece for piece, I tried as much to fit in a group of differents together. Much like diluting the strengths of alcohol and paint. I almost choked when I stood up from my study table and found what it eventually means;

YOU ARE FUCKED.

The consolidated piece of all pieces look rather queer, like Australia on a map, there are no defined edges, no properly definitions, no blatant directions, and strictly ambigious. I turned it around to see what it may mean;

FUCKED ARE YOU.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

Nocturnal

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 22:29:51 GMT

I opened my bedroom window and breathed in the anxiety of the morning today;
the distant motor-engines louder by the seconds, and softer by the seconds,
the sleepy passengers on the slow passing bus,
the health conscious middle aged joggers panting for more living,
the night sky slowly expiring,
the birds alarming the morning with their anthem.

By this knowledge, I know, it's time for bed.

what works works for you and i

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 23:20:39 GMT

Concerted efforts mean that hope is left further and further from reality, much like the swallowing of a gulpful of gin or whiskey. We all work together for a common produce, whether or not we do it with a note on our wrist or with a ghost behind our backs. One's doing could result in another's. Another's doing could result in one's undoing. And this is how we all work. And when we reach the setting of the sun, we sit on the beach together and pray for the prettiest scene, we pray that the day's work been done, or done enough. With rolled up sleeves and naked feet, we sit with hope in our lungs to watch the result unfold. And then at night, we retire.

yaddar yaddar yaddar blah blah blah blee blah bloh

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 18:11:32 GMT

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The End is Not Near, It's Here

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 16:57:14 GMT

With the coming of this entry, this journal is officially closed.

You may mail me at: c.tranceformer@gmail.com to obtain the new journal address.

Thanks for your support all these years!

we all did

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 18:14:28 GMT

so last season is here to stay

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKh7cKAvbDg&feature=related

i shat twice again

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 16:07:06 GMT

Today I shat twice. Once at the toilet outside my office and the other at home. I think it's a good achievement. Having shit to shit, it's always a good thing. At least you know things that went in are going out. But you know how sometimes there can be this last bit of Stubborn Shit (affectionately termed as SS henceforth) and does not come out. So you're caught; you don't know if you should go for a pusher or a sucker. You toy with it with your asshole muscle; in... out... in.... out, hoping to loosen that bit of shit but to no effect. Hate that feeling? High 5.

Went to IMM to eat Ajisen ( i think that's how it's spelt) with Mel. I recommend to have dinner there if you like dessert after good food. There're so many food outlets there. I also recommend cheesecake at Secret Recipe. My favourite. Remember, my birthday is in August.

Yesterday I ran after work. Ran to Hillview and back. Yes, mind you, not jog, not walk, ran. According to the distance printed on the track, I managed to cover about 2-3km. Yes, not as glamarous as my marathon days, but I once read that sprinting makes you lose more fats than jogging. I hope it's true. The fats on my belly can make 100 cups of marigold jelly.

Love the weather.

I was quite free at work today, and so I managed to read about 10 chapters of an online book. I forget the title, but it's about this Singapore Junior College Love Story, the JC in context, being NJC. Something new I must say. Brought me back to memories of my JC life. Don't really regret having a third year. I'm sure my fellow retainees will think the same. At least all of us made it to uni.

These are the songs I recommend for the week, not in any order of merit:

1. One Republic- Say (All I Need)
2. Jason Mraz- Lucky
3. Jason Mraz- Details in the fabric
4. Regina Spektor- The Call
5. Matt Costa- These Arms
6. The Perishers- Sway

my best friend Marcus

Fri, 30 May 2008 03:41:20 GMT

Marcus says:

snoop dogg likes to spell in his songs

Marcus says:

hes like using his songs to score well for his spelling tests

Caine says:

thats how he learns words

Marcus says:

but he always fail

Caine says:

yeah

Caine says:

cos dog only has 1 G

Caine says:

he go and put 2 Gs

Caine says:

fucking stupid

Marcus says:

cos he spells like s n o o pizzie

Marcus says:

and rap videos are so misogynistic

Caine says:

wtf is misogynistic

Marcus says:

its hatred or comtempt against women

Sun, 25 May 2008 16:22:05 GMT

Our promise is a brimming cup of tears;
it flows if we should stir.

Our promise is a losing child to mother;
she holds on more tightly as she withers.

Our promise is a boring dinner plan,
it reeks of familiar boundaries but with only the sweetest man.

My promise is to keep up with yours
till we waltz
to the priest who levels mine and yours.

catch Him if you can

Thu, 22 May 2008 08:33:10 GMT

> Letter From the Devil
>
> This can really make you think.
>
> It actually made me mad
>
> while I was reading it,
>
> but I had to send it because of the P.S.
>
> This is deep... and I wasn't
>
> going to forward or share it,
>
> but that last line... you'll see.
>
>
>
> A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN
>
> I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores.
>
> You awoke without
>
> kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you
>
> didn't
>
> even bless your meals, or
>
> pray before going to bed last night. You are so
>
> unthankful, I like that
>
> about you. I cannot tell you how glad I am
>
> that you
>
> have not changed your
>
> way of living, Fool, you are mine.
>
> Remember,you and I have been
>
> going steady for years. and I still
>
> don't love you yet.
>
> As a matter of fact, I hate you,
>
> because I hate God. I am only using
>
> you to get even with God.
>
> He kicked me out of heaven,
>
> and I'm going to use you as long as
>
> possible to pay him back.
>
> You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and
>
> HE has great plans in store for you.
>
> But you have yielded your life to me,
>
> and I'm going to make your life a
>
> living hell. That way, we'll
>
> be together twice.
>
> This will really hurt God.
>
> Thanks to you, I'm really
>
> showing Him who's boss in your life with
>
> all of the good times we've had.
>
> We have been watching dirty movies,
>
> cursing people out,
>
> stealing,
>
> lying,
>
> being hypocritical,
>
> fornicating,
>
> overeating,
>
> telling dirty jokes,
>
> gossiping,
>
> being judgmental,
>
> back stabbing people,
>
> disrespecting adults,
>
> and those in leadership positions,
>
> no respect for other religions,
>
> bad attitudes.
>
> SURELY you don't want to give
>
> all this up. Come on, Fool, let's
>
> burn together forever.
>
> I've got some hot plans for us.
>
> This is just a letter of appreciation from me
>
> to you.
>
> I'd like to say "THANKS" for letting me use
>
> you for most of your
>
> foolish life.
>
> You are so gullible, I laugh at you.
>
> When you are tempted to sin,
>
> you give in HA HA HA, you make me sick.
>
> Sin is beginning to take it's toll on your
>
> life.
>
> You look 20 years older, and now,
>
> I need new blood.
>
> So go ahead and teach some children how to
>
> sin.
>
> All you have to do is
>
> smoke,
>
> get drunk or drink while underaged,
>
> cheat,
>
> gamble,
>
> gossip,
>
> fornicate,
>
> and live being as selfish as possible.
>
> Do all of this in the presence of children and
>
> they will do it too.
>
> Kids are like that.
>
> Well, Fool, I have to let you
>
> go for now. I'll be back in a couple of
>
> seconds to tempt you again.
>
> If you were smart,
>
> you would run somewhere,
>
> confess you sins,
>
> live for God with what little bit of life
>
> that
>
> you have left.
>
> It's not my nature to warn anyone,
>
> but to be your age and still sinning,
>
> it's becoming a bit ridiculous.
>
> Don't get me wrong,
>
> I still hate you.
>
> IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR
>
> GOD

Tue, 20 May 2008 09:32:59 GMT

Caine says:

you like girls or not?

kwek counted 14 hearts! says:

hhaha

kwek counted 14 hearts! says:

no la

kwek counted 14 hearts! says:

i like caine lehh

Caine says:

if you are a girl i will marry you la]

kwek counted 14 hearts! says:

hahahha

kwek counted 14 hearts! says:

hahah

more about myself #5

Mon, 19 May 2008 15:55:49 GMT

We should declare every Monday a work-free day then I think everyone will be much happier. But seriously, today feels exactly like a Sunday. This proves that we humans have accustom ourselves to routines. Yesterday must feel like a Saturday. When's the next PH? August. Sigh.

Yesterday I shifted from Woodlands to Robertson Quay in the span of 3 hours. Went to Woodlands for Mel's birthday gathering. (i wouldn't say party for it was still at the stage of gathering during my stay there). Then took a cab down to RQ for a belated Mum's day celebration. It's always good to have a meal with your family. It is (for my family) the only time where we can devote our attention to each other. At home we always have the television and internet and many other.

Sometimes having a chatty cab driver is good. Most of the time it's not. As I was in a rush to meet my family for dinner, I wish he would concentrate on driving and talk less. I didnt need to know how much he loves prawns or how much he hates road hoggers. I think I didn't sign up for a how-to-peel-your-prawns-with-your-mouth-and-spit-it-out lesson. He was also telling me how he went for an eight dollars prawn buffet and had sixy dollars worth. Too many details, too little time. So my mind was going "shut the fuck up" while my lips ever so curved and smiley.

wah today's New Paper, this dude whack his mother with hammer..... then his mother pleaded with the cops to let his son off..... i think if im the mother, (if i'm a woman in the first place) i surely bring the son to china and let the earthquake hammer him man.... or maybe strip him naked and tickle him with bird feathers forever.... and ever..... Amen.

i think i rather choose china man. bird feathers.. ppphew. SIBEI TICKLISH AH!

more about myself #4

Fri, 16 May 2008 17:34:48 GMT

What the hell was our Police thinking; blocking up 2 lanes of the bt timah road and causing a jam in the mid-night when everyone's rushing home for a goodnight's rest? Esp worse when i'm in the passenger seat of a grumpy old cab driver, coupled with an increasing fare. We should not be punished this way for drunk drivers or for terrorist who might head towards Al Ameen for supper?? What the hell. Crazy police. Use. Your. Brain. And. Think. Of. A. Better. Way. To. Conduct. Checks.

Ironman was so-so. Marcus and I caught it at The Grand Cathay today. I guess it's one of the better Marvel Movies, but not as good as I thought it would be. Well, a good way to spend a Friday night I reckon. Esp with a good buddy as companion.

Before the movie, tracing back to where I rushed from; I opened the door of the NTU Alumni Club after completing the job of being an usher. Free dinner/buffet was the reward for standing aimlessly for 2 hours. Well. It's an eye opener I guess, the scenary from the 8th floor wasn't that bad.

I had a long day man. Thinking of the lunch I had just now; it seemed like yesterday. Do you have that feeling before? That you had actually lived 2 days, when it's only one? Well, technically it's 2 days, but

Alright, 7 more hours to the rugby match. Sleep, unchecked. Breakfast, unchecked. Bathed and washed up, unchecked.

Rush rush.

more about myself #3

Thu, 15 May 2008 15:23:37 GMT

the evening began as i stepped out of work, deciding where to go. To catch ironman, or head home with bought-dinner for an American Idol night. I chose the latter citing fatigue as a main culprit. It's nice to stay home for once and not head out. Showered and under the rotating blades of the fan, i sunk into the soft black leather sofa and caught a string of shows on tv. A good change indeed. So glad it's an All-David finals next week. Who you rooting for me? A or C?

At 1116pm, as i'm typing this, i'm already ready to sleep, having changed and washed up. normally, i might only be on my way home or just reached home. but i'm not complaining either; having no one to talk to at home can be quite a bore.

tomorrow's going to be a longer work day, as we are having an event at the alumni club. going to end at latest 830pm (sucks esp on a fri night) but i volunteered anyway, as i know i won't have any better things to do anyway.

friends or girlfriends, we always do the same things, go through the same emotions and end up the same way. or around the same way.

One of our lunch topics today was the option to donate either to Myanmar for Cyclone; or to China for Earthquake. What say you? If you could only donate either.

I think we have successfully completed a series of known disasters in all mediums. Look: Air, Land, Sea; Cyclone, Earthquake, Tsunami. I think about it everyday as I watched the morning news on TV Mobile on 179. I always wonder, what's next? What could be worse? I'm just glad Singapore is sheltered and blessed from all calamities.

Maybe our disasters lie within.

more about myself #2

Wed, 14 May 2008 15:52:18 GMT

I met the rain this morning on my way to work. Such grey sky morning renders more sleep, but i guess it is just as nice to feel the warmth churning deep within with the calming effect of rain. Rain tends to slow people down, paces everywhere were more deliberate and precise. It's good for a change. Clad in a red tee and a blue jeans, I was feeling cold and grabbed my cardigan once i reached office. As with the grey sky, the mood was a little dampened today but started to brighten towards lunch.

As usual, a pile of forms (to be keyed in) greeted me. i had learned to take things slower in the morning because i haven't had breakfast. so i went to the pantry and made myself banana nut crunch with milk. it was satisfying.

After work, I rushed down to BBDC for bike lessons. i half wanted to give up after seeing the dangers of a bike. it is actually quite easy to tumble and fall as the centre of gravity isn't really working towards to your favour.

The highlight of today must go to catching the American Idol. This is the only season so far, since Clay-Rueben's time, that I am actually excited and eager for each show. Who will win? What say you?

Decided to sleep a leeeetle bit earlier today. Goodnight.