roma spanked yet again

the most imbal match i've ever had. la liga leaders alaves give serie A title challengers a lesson in football. FM is mad.

oh yes, please transform me

perhaps it's just transformer fever. or my inner-fanboy finally re-exposed himself.

i soooo FUCKING NEED TO HAVE THIS. or i will..kill myself..and come back to life via the allspark.

i was pondering over getting the MP starscream F15 jet earlier this year. but i didn't feel this strongly to get a transformer MP, until now. especially since it can function as an MP3 player! imagine listening to interpol or the killers on your way to work on a typically boring and overcrowded ride on the mrt, and suddenly you whip out soundwave and start transforming him. i bet the whole train of working class slaves will just fucking sit up and take fucking notice!

can your ipod do that?! can anybody's ipod do that?!

and now it seems my dodge viper DEAD END and mazda rx8 MEISTER (aka JAZZ) are gonna fly with me back to umich. they have been little more than shelf-warmers for me over the past year, but things will soon change.

B.E.A.T. is KRAZEE!

the first clubbing adventure with my bro.

indie shoes!

we were clearly losing it.

alcohol does things to you.
and he's got the rage virus!

to the right to the right, all the apples you own to the right.

reading minds four times over was really fun. all the dirty thoughts didn't stop.

this should be an annual night cycling thingy

painful butts

strained wrists

tormented thighs

a surprising view from my bedroom window

simply breathtaking

sambucca-induced mambo monsters

it was stupid. totally dumb. maybe even krazy. i don't like mambo.

but it was fun la.

mini adventure

pics from the mini adventure at BHong's place.

at the dinner table

the soon-to-be-(in)famous burning crotches shot

one ah neh conspicuously missing. carloyn, come back! i don't want that the next time i see you, you'll have saggy boobs and flabby mom-arms!

click! here!

Justice vs. Simian - We Are Your Friends

the perfect answer to the question: "what are friends for?"

i might be in danger when fall semester starts, since i tend to fall asleep all too often in class.

BEATBEATBEAT!

club chic met up again! if not for bhong's last minute pull-out, we would have an attendance of 5, which is a really decent turnout. we haven't had a big meet-up since, ironically, his sending-off at changi airport last year. yup, i read your mind, what a bummer.

clearly, ben koh was caught in the middle of a very important 'political' discussion.

looking my preppy-nerdy best.

if jo needs a profile pic for facebook, she need not look farther. c'mon jo, go update your facebook profile. my friend request has been pending since the ice age.

the snooty alcoholic

srosemary, heaven restores you in life. more interpol please!

bunny ears are sooooo essential these days.

the three on the D.A.N.C.E.floor

keep the fire burning, keep the party rocking!

we were trying a few new telepathy techniques.

- "that's a huge wiener."
- "yeah, but six inches ain't nothing to me."

guess everyone's favorite number.

all the shape-pulling.