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Randomness + Interview

I know i'm not supposed to bitch about the Top 28 contestants because i got kicked out and they made it this far...

I only have one thing to say...

You know what they say about Army recruits and their intelligence? That when they shave off their hair, they turn stupid?

Maybe the inverse applies to talent...

Long hair = talented.



I'm glad too...

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Anyway, i've found out who was the culprits that tagged on my tagboard under modified names of my bosses in camp.

A big HI to 3SG Tan Zheng Jie and CPL Chew Peh Hon.

I know that being in camp can be boring. You have been noticed. Happy?

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Went down for the NTU non-academic criteria interview today.

Non-academic. This means they don't look at your grades. But at the end of the interview, one lady said something that made me -_-".

I asked her whether this would improve my chances of getting into the course of my choice and she told me something along the lines of "Oh yes definitely, but this is just so that we can recommend you up for reconsideration but in the end they would look at your academic."

Well okay, thanks lady...

Anyway, i deviate.

My interview was scheduled for 2pm but they said to arrive 15 mins before time and i conveniently forgot about that and very nearly missed my timing!

I reached Boon Lay and took a cab from there down. The uncle asked me where exactly was i going and i was stumped. I forgot to copy down the address! In the end i made it after calling the administrative office. The woman that answered the call sounded so sian.

Anyway, i reached 5 mins late and my butt barely touched the sofa when someone called me into the room! I was still panting from all that rushing!

In the end the interview lasted all of 10 mins! After leaving the room i was like WTF! That was damn fast. I felt like my day machiam like wasted. And i was wearing long sleeve shirt somemore!

Nevermind, i got directions from the receptionist on how to get to the bus stop.

"You see that building over there? The one with the people walking along the corridor? (proceeds to point to the building across the road far far away where the people were the size of ants) Go down the same corridor, then you will get to a carpark. Turn to your right and walk down and you will get to a canteen. Go through the canteen and you will see a staircase and when you walk down you will see the bus stop."

She lost me at the carpark.

She had to repeat the directions to me twice. And even so i had to ask another guy along the way.

Finally i got the the bus stop and i was just sitting down when a white mercedes cab pulled over.

(at this point i remembered that there was project runway on. leaving entries halfway done is not good.)

A damsel in distress poked her head out of the window and i thought, "uh-oh."

Sure enough, she asked directions to the International House, which was where i had my interview.

The conversation went like this.

Girl in cab: "Do you know how to get to the International House?"

Me: "Erm... I'm not very sure how to direct you by cab. If you want i can show you the way on foot. I just came from there also. Are you going for the interview?"

(I wasn't hitting on her. I was genuinely being helpful! Maybe because i felt that the interview ended too abruptly and i didn't wanna waste my day, so i decided to walk her all the way back to where i came from if she wanted me to. I repeat, i wasn't hitting on her!)

Girl in cab: "Yea... Why not you hop in the cab with me?"

Me: "Er... I dunno how to get there by cab, i know how to walk though, but i have to bring you cos it's a very complicated journey."

Girl in cab: "But i'm late! My interview's at 2.30pm and we're supposed to arrive 15 mins earlier."

(Now you see how early it was. It was barely 2.20pm and my interview was over.)
Me: "Aiyah, it doesn't matter one. As long as you reach on time for your interview."

Girl in cab: "Erm... Ok..." (and proceeds to pay money for the cab)

And i walked her all the way back up the steps, through the canteen and the carpark and down the corridor. She crossed the road herself.

Thinking about it, i should have sent her all the way into the building man...

Then the interviewers will see what a nice and helpful guy i am and recommend me more!

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I was babbling on and on wasn't i?

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I want this phone!

SEE PHONE!

It totally matches my iPod!

Story Of My Life...

...after Idol.



Yes, laugh all you want!

I know i was in the background listening to my iPod.

But at least they didn't show me singing, getting cosy lying on the floor with Gurmit or, horrors, digging my nose!

As for the top 28, i know Levin! As in we talked and hung out for abit during the auditons... But i didn't get his contact! Scarly he become Singapore Idol, then i missed out sia...

I talked to Milly too... I remember i was sitting on the floor and she was sitting on a chair beside me. Then out of sheer boredom i struck up a conversation with her and she soon joined me on the floor...

Ok that sounded quite wrong.

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Anyway, got a call from NTU again.

Dear Goh Junyi

Thank you for your application for Undergraduate Admissions to NTU.

You have been shortlisted to attend an interview through the Non-Academic
Achievements section. You are advised to bring along the original and 2
photocopies of your certificates and/or documents pertaining to the information
earlier provided in the Non-Academic Achievements section, if any.

Please find the details of your interview session as follow:

Date: 31 May 2006
Time: 2:00 pm
Location: Nanyang Technological University, International House, ISC Lounge 36 Nanyang Avenue, Singapore 639801

Kindly report to the reception counter 15 minutes before your session.

Please contact us at 6790 5972/6765 for Grace/Agnes/Moernie should you need
further assistance or clarification. Alternatively, you can email to
adm_local@ntu.edu.sg.

Note: For those who have not fulfilled the online appraisal requirement, please
pass the completed appraisal form/forms on the day of your interview to the
reception counter prior to your session. If you are not able to furnish one on
your interview day, please note that you may be required to submit one if you
are eventually offered admission.

Thank you.

Best regards,

Grace Chan
for Dean of Admissions
Nanyang Technological University

Dress code: Smart Causal/Formal
For Male applicants serving NS, you may also come in your uniform if you need to
report for duty later or has just finished your duty.

Sigh. Went for this interview two years in a row. Getting a little bit old.

I have not even prepared my documents for it! I'm not sure what to bring though...

Hope i don't screw up for this. But it's not as if it's gonna help me a great deal to get into Mass Comm.

Bah!

Check Up On it!!!

Hey people, i've got a new sub-blog.

WWW.GLUTTONISM.BLOGSPOT.COM

It's about food (duh).

It's still under construction because i've yet to move all the food entries from here to there.

And it's late.

Nonetheless, stay tuned for all my gastronomical adventures!

Yipee! This is so fun! It's like hosting my own food show, just that i hope i don't get as fat as some celebrities who host actual food shows on TV.

*cough* ng *cough* hui *cough*

I'm sure it's just water retention.

TCC Surprise

Met up with the founding members of the VS clique (plus Chloe) today for lunch cos it was Chloe's birthday on Thursday, 180506.


Doesn't she look like one of those Jap tourists?

We were supposed to meet at 1pm but we (minus Chloe) decided to meet up at 11.30am instead to do some (very) last minute shopping for Chloe's present.

After buying the card, we were stumped on what else to get her.



We did what we do best. Stand somewhere and whine, "How? Buy what?"

We walked the whole of Citylink, Marina Square and finally went down to Suntec where i had the wonderful idea of getting her something from here.


No, we didn't get her tea leaves.

We got her a tumbler from Starbucks, with lollipops, mints and a voucher for a free drink stuffed into it. All my idea! -looks around proudly-


Looks like a Subway sandwich.

The elected pen-bringer forgot the bring his pens, so we had to borrow the Starbuck's cashier's pen. She was so friendly and asked us if we were buying it as a present and even offered to help wrap it. For free of course. I sound so cheapo but moving on, we all wrote in the card...



All except Alvin, who came late, as usual.

For that he'll get a small picture.


Nah!

He was stumped at what to write cos Chloe already came and he was hiding somewhere writing the card. So abit the kan cheong la.

We made our way down to TCC @ Milenia Walk (yes mabs, your turn to correct me) for our lunch. I seriously never considered TCC a place for a meal until now. Desserts yes, but i had a bad experience with their mudpie when i went to the Raffles City branch with Mabel.



The food there was surprisingly very good, and affordable! I'd recommend... Everything! My Teriyaki Salmon had a "Healthier Choice" stamp on it and it was still damn freaking good! The Mongolian Curry Chicken thingy that JW had was also to die for and everyone kept 'koping' his wedges that he complained that he was the fastest to finish and still hungry! Haha, sorry buddy!

After the meal we went shopping! Jw wanted new shoes (and he got them) and i wanted to get my dad a bag for his birthday (and i got it). But before either of us could go scout for our stuff, Chloe disappeared.



Miss Selfridge had sale! She went to snatch tops with the aunties.

The rest of us guys went to Topshop, then Zara, and still had to wait for her somemore. She finally emerged with a cropped jacket. Some people were damn sian of waiting, but aiyoh, it's supposed to be her birthday celebration, let her shop!

We had so much fun just reminiscing about the past and laughing over our stupid antics like getting into fights and lame arguments.

The funniest memory had to be an argument between me and some bitch.

Me: You bitch trying to act human!

Him: You slut trying to act human!

Me: Slut is already human what!

Him: Well, my slut is not human!

That one is unbeatable man! Never fails to make everyone ROFL.

Anyway,







LOL, couldn't resist.

Hog's Breath @ Holland V



Hailing from Australia, it has the best steak i've ever tasted for a long long time. The last time i had steak so nice was when i went to Jack's Place when i was still in Primary School.

Now their steak taste like old tires.

Coming back to the topic, i loved their service. Everyone there was all smiles and seemed so genuine, especially my server, Lily, who had a tongue stud and was damn cute.

Scarly they thinking, "Nabeh cb cannot rest must climb up and down take orders. knn!" If they were thinking that, they didn't show it.

And yes, got a upper level one. Decor was very country-ish and everything was made of wood. The music was damn retro also, all the evergreens.



I had the Avocado Prime Rib (for some reason, they call their steaks ribs) and it was done medium and damn juicy. Heaven.

The servings were freakishly large cos, to quote Lily, "they're meant for Australian stomachs..." Lucky we didn't order any starters.

I'd highly encourage going on an empty stomach cos even i nearly couldn't finish my potato. Speaking of potatos, they had a choice of mashed potatos, curly fries or baked potatos. And they also had a choice of having vegetables or a salad to go with the meal. I penged at all the choices.

Back to why you shouldn't order any starters, a mother and son pair came in and ordered nachos as their starter. It came in a freaking huge plate that could have been shared by 5 people! I heard the son exclaim, "OMG, so much." By the time they finished their starter and their steaks came (their order was same as mine), they couldn't finish even half of the main course.

The mom, being the Singaporean auntie that she was, asked for a container to tapau the food. She was like, "Ok, pack this (son's steak) and this (her steak) and ummm this (the potato). I don't want this (the corn)."

So funny.

The meal totalled up to around $75 but it was well worth it.

Nice atmosphere, nice service, nice food, nice place.

谢谢你们的支持!!!



All was quiet and tranquil. The street was nearly empty save for a few cars. Everyone was home being lulled to sleep by the afternoon heat...

Suddenly, a loudspeaker blared.

谢谢 Sembawang 的居民!!! Thank you for your support!!! Terima Kasih!!!



Many people came out of their homes to see what the commotion was.



It was the PAP!

They were driving around the whole Sembawang/Woodlands estate blasting their gratitude and disturbing the peace. They even used Hokkien to thank the residents.

Got some people even clapped and cheered as they left. Goodness.

I'm not anti-PAP, you can say i'm just bo chup, but i dun like this propaganda stuff...

And i'm still having a slight headache from my night out. I know i know, i'm pathetic...

Crubbing Is Vely Farn!

As i'm typing this now, there's a freak storm going on outside my window. I can't even see M'sia now.

Do you think there's a probability that Singapore is gonna end up like Atlantis?



Help! We're all gonna drown!

Went down to pub/club-hop yesterday. It's been freaking long since i've had alcohol flowing through my veins and the toomstoomtoomstoom of clubbing music evading my mind.



Took a cab down to Club Street to grab a bite (many bites actually) before hitting the clubs.

Had some Italian food at Spizza.



Actually the Augusto dish had two FULL slices of melon and much more ham. But when i remembered that i wanted to take a photo of the food, we already gobbled up more than half of the plate already, so had to improvise and rearrange a little. The end result was not bad, albeit a little phallic.



This bottle was at every table. But it actually is two different containers.



So cute right...

The drinking glass was made of crystal!



We had so much fun rubbing the rim of the glass to produce this nice clear ringing sound.



Ok, I had fun.

The pizza didn't do much to satisfy our tummies so we made our way down to Maxwell for Orh Jian (oyster omelette), where i saw two of the technicians from my depot. Goodness, scandal.



It was still quite early after that so we made our way up to Mox for some drinks first.



I dunno the first thing about alcohol so Colin did all the ordering for me.
Give me baileys over martinis any day man. But i finished everything that was set infront of me. I'm a good boy...

Went down to clubbing proper after my drinks. The crowd was sad, the music even more so. Got myself another drink, Vodka Ribena. I don't care if it's a rubbish drink. I like it.



By then i was already kinda tipsy.

Seeing that it was so sian, we switched clubs and i had another Tequila 7-Up. This time the music was better. Hell, it was great. Pussycat Dolls, Destinys Child, Beyonce, great great music. Colin dragged me up to the podium and we shimmied till my hipbones became loose.

I bumped into Keith. It was more like he whacked me on the shoulder when i was coming out of the toilet. I was already so drunk that he could tell. I admit i'm a lousy drinker.



It was so much fun!

O. M. GROSSNESS

This entry is about:


Shit.

So if you just ate, please refrain from continuing.

Otherwise...

The most disgustingly funny (or should it be funnily disgusting) thing happened as i was shitting just now...

As i started going about the business, i flipped open the book that i brought into the toilet with me and the FCUK postcard that i was using as a bookmark fell straight between my legs and into the toilet bowl.

Straight after that, most of my excreta (in a muddy-watery form) projectiled out of my ass and i guess you know what happened...

Yes, the postcard got smothered in shit.


Remember this article?

I think it happened a few years ago, when i was in secondary school, or was it primary school? Anyway, i vaguely remember going to school and someone telling me about it. Everyone laughed their balls off.

Now imagine the elephant as me, and the man as my postcard.




Now you get the idea.

I stared at the half-buried postcard, dumbstruck.

My immediate thought was whether i should go get the camera.

In the end, i fished the postcard out from the toilet bowl and dumped it unceremoniously into the plastic bag lining the rubbish bin, tying it up immediately.

After my shit (it was a good shit), i held the platic bag with two fingers and ran into the kitchen to throw it down the rubbish chute. My maid asked me what was it.

"Don't ask, you don't wanna know..."

I need to go back to the store to get a new postcard.

Good Deed of the Day

As i was alighting from the bus this morning, i noticed a black keypouch on the seat which was previously occupied by two other Tengah Air Base guys who alighted before me.

I grabbed it and alighted the bus, but saw one guy walking left and the other guy walking right.

I banked right and chased down the guy, tapped him on the arm and said, "i think this belongs to either you or your friend."

"Yea, it's mine thanks."

And i went home.

Oh, i didn't get caught for the back of my hair during Master Parade...

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Or so i thought...

Ran into the Encik in the evening and he was like "Junyi ar, your hair at the back hor, a bit long ah, go get it cut. Hor."

Kanina!

I assumed most people have tried the Wicked quiz right?



So i bet this is lke freaking chicken feet, but pray, just play along.

I know you know the answer, so just leave a comment on this entry. Don't flood my tagboard yea...

My First Time Cutting...


...at Kimage.

Let me backtrack a little...

The first Monday of the month is dreaded by everyone because of this thing called Master Parade, where our attire will be inspected by the CO. I kena this time because last Monday was a public holiday, thus the parade was pushed to tomorrow.

Damn. This meant that I had to get my hair cut.

Being such a last minute person, i left it till the day before the parade to get my haircut.

Usually i'd go to hairdressing schools like Jean Yip Academy, where they do a decent job for the price of $8. However...

NONE of the schools open on Sundays!

-HORRORS-

It was a frantic search for a suitably priced place for my coiffure.

I refused entertaining any notion of returning to EC House (they made me out to look like a mushroom), or worse, Sri Nada (where "uncle, can i have my hair thinner?" means i walk out looking like a fresh recruit).

My usual Monsoon was too pricey (at $36!) for a NSF, so that was out too...

I asked around and someone (yes i know you'll read this) suggested going to Kimage, to have my mane trimmed by the trainees there for an average price of $16.80. Getting a cut from the senior stylists would cost around the same price as going to Monsoon.

I hear gasps... Really, it's not very expensive, considering the service and the outcome. My hair would be in good hands, and since i'm blinded most of the time (my degree renders me useless without my specs), this reassures me that i'll not walk out of the salon, go to the top floor and fling myself off the building.

I was worried that there wouldn't be any trainees around, it being a Sunday and everything. A call down to the Northpoint outlet allayed my fears and i promptly made an appointment.



As you can see, i slapped a miniscule amount of my rapidly depleting clay to at least make it have a semblance of some style. I toyed with the idea of going all the way to Yishun, my hair unaltered. Obviously my vain alterego prevented that idea from materialising.

Walking that distance towards Kimage, in plain sight of everyone at the counter (there was about 5 people just slacking at the counter, and you can bet they all were staring at me) was unnerving.

There were only a few customers, sitting around the spacious room like Little Bo Peep's sheep. I felt slightly ridiculous telling the desk that i had a prior appointment. What made it even more amusing was what my name was nowhere to be found.

I got escorted into the salon nonetheless.

My last moments of sight was filled with this lau jiao zar bor asking me how i wanted my hair to be cut and instructing a guy who couldn't have been much older than me, or maybe even younger i can't decide, to shampoo my hair first.

I took off my spectacles when the shampoo boy came with shampoo in one hand and squirt bottle in the other. Fuzzy vision became my companion for the next forty minutes.

I always have a problem of not knowing where to look when my hair gets shampooed. If i look at the shampooer, he might get offended by my staring (the fact that i could only see the shampooer's outline makes it worse). If i shut my eyes, the shampooer might think that i'm snotty. I ended up just staring into space as he shampooed my hair.

Have i mentioned that i freaking love those head massages that salons used to provide while shampooing the customer's hair? Sadly, along the years, i seemed to be getting it less and less, even though i pay so much for their service.

However, this time i was pleasantly surprised when the shampoo boy started massaging my scalp, my temples and ohhhhhh my neck. I wasn't very satisfied with the scalp massages as he was surprisingly gentle and lacked pressure, but the neck massage was heavenly.

I did some leg raises yesterday and somehow, the muscles at my neck were the only ones that were aching.

When the shampoo boy started kneeding my neck, i had to work really hard to stifle the moans that were very nearly leaking out from my mouth. Better than an orgasm, it was that good! It was like multiple orgasms!

I seriously had wanted to thank him profusely after he finished rinsing the soap suds off my head but that would seem so very gay. So before he could walk very far away, i said a simple "thanks".

The lau jiao zar bor i mentioned took over from there. Before she even touched my head, she brought the shampoo boy over and chastised him for tying the towel too tightly around my neck. Boy did i feel embarrassed for him.

The woman started working on my head. She was doing a mime. Silent except for the snip snipping of the scissors.



The outcome was quite good. But i'm worried about the back. It still seems quite long.

Not as if i didn't try to get it shortened. I specifically told the zar bor that i wanted my hair short before she started cutting. Even after she stopped, i touched the back of my hair and feeling that it was still long, i told her to cut somemore.

So she did. Sort of.

I'm screwed la...

There's something about trained hairstylists and short hair. They just refuse to cut anything that they don't feel looks good. It's like against their ethics to slope the back of your hair liddat...

Anyway, i paid the trainee rate for a senior stylist. They short of manpower so the lau jiaos have to do duty. Abit like in my camp.

On the receipt, i was a "no appointment" customer.

Oh and by the way...



All my photos from now on will be taken using my new camera! Yipee!