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ubërchîc

/u:bæ∫Ik/[n] The greatest, most superlative of its kind;[n] Elegant and stylist;[n] amalgation of German-Franco lexicon, describing hypercool translinguistic supracultural phenomenon.

Sunday, August 29, 2004
OK, I stuck "uberchic" into Google and read the fine print.

It seems the humble site here is only no. 21 in a netwide listing.

So, I'm gonna do what the Army trained me to do. Wire up some TNT on the Net. Let's do a Google Bomb!

Instructions can be found here, but just listen.

Put a link to my page. However, the link text should be simply, "uberchic".

For all you HTML coders, the chunk of text should be:

<a href="http://uberchic.blogspot.com>uberchic</a>

Of course, I could ask you to put "funky dude" or "the better-looking twin", but I'm trying to be humble. No point being an Internet celeb and joining the ranks of William Hung and (gasp!) Paris Hilton. This is just for the kicks.

So, fellow blogger, get moving with the demolition works!

Got me a spiffy new pair of sports spectacles. Diptested it at the 2nd Young Adults' Meeting, where the following was heard.

"So, funky specs, what's your name?"
"Did you get those from Toys' R Us?"
"Where can I attach on the laser emitter and X-ray vision?"
"ARRGH! I'M STILL IN THE TOILET!" (...)
"They remind me of science Lab goggles."

Met this pair of ladies there who worked at Social Devt. Services.

Looking at L. and I, the one in black to the one in pink:
"Don't you think they'd be good on the cover of one of our panels (i think i heard that over the chatter) ?"
Pink: "Yes, then we can match them up with twin girls!"
L. (turning to me) :"You would like that."
Me (thinking): "you mean you WOULDN'T?!"

I never like dating services, especially government-sanctioned ones. That said, twin girls are free to drop me a line, Ashley and Mary-Kate included. That's why I got Gmail. To handle two times the volume.

Anyways, Seabiscuit was a solid cinematic feast.

Marcus sails while Jovian jets back. P.L. , you said the mileage gets higher as we get older, no? It does, it does, and trust me, I always prefer a cuppa with you over a (rather) cryptic blog. Sigh.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004
I still don't understand blogging.

I mean, why rip your chest cavity open in front of the disembodied network of people in front of their terminals and perform an autopsy on yourself?

Some smartypants didn't invent the diary for nothing, right? So we all can bleed in private, and when the wounds heal and the scars appear, we can whip it out and bleed from papercuts again.

You see, if you blog in your day-to-day activities, that's pretty darn boring (unless you're, like, Clinton and Monica's your intern). If you rant and rave about your views of this life and philosophize, hey, who ya preaching to anyway? If you lament about your own sad state of affairs, are you just being poetic or are you desperately crying for help? (the latter being more efficaciously effected by a call to the police -- if you have internet access, you gotta have phone access, duh?!)

In my case, I'm just bored and I've got too much to say for my own good. Heh.

Sunday, August 15, 2004
After watching Fahrenheit 9/11, I am having second thoughts about running off to the You-hass-of-Ayy to study. It's an entire circus there. Politically and in general. The President is a dumbass. The people know that and go on TV to make fun of him.

I've been hyping myself to head down to California for quite some time now. L.A, more specifically. In some long-lost fantasy of mine, I think I run off to L.A, land a phat spot beside Kirsten and Keira in a megamovie and play melody in a phatter rawk band. Heh. So sue me. I'll be there to enjoy myself. Heh.

But I've got a lot more to worry about. Like the fact that I've yet to park my butt into any university there. And the fact that I have to actually study my abovementioned body part off while there.

Thursday, August 12, 2004
I'm at home bobbing my head to Daft Punk and working it off too. I haven't been able to take a step back and take a panaroma of all I've got myself stuck in.

Firstly, we've gotta make sure all our vehicles can swim, so since the last week we've been getting our butts wet.

Secondly, there's Army Open House 2004. I'm the Chief Safety Officer for this thingy called Adventure Land. We'll let people like you try out the obstacle courses there. They'll get people like me to make sure you don't break your neck while leaping off a 50m tower. Whoo-hoo.

Thirdly, I'm involved in this Army investigation. I think it's a bitch being a lawyer. The paperwork they swim through to get a report done easily shaves the Amazon rainforest botak three times over. The Chairman of the Inquiry is this Rip Van Winkle of a old man. He never fails to have his after-lunch nap in his favourite chair. Even when we're interviewing witnesses.

But I'm still sleeping at 2a.m. after a hard night's fun and waking up at 9a.m. the next day. I keep telling myself this is me adjusting to university life. I hope I'm right.

Anyway, I listened to the entire swearing-in ceremony as I trudged my way home. It's moments like these when PM Lee talks about "cohesive society" and "prosperous and safe home" and you have to be sitting in a bus, looking at a girl in a pink tudung and another in a sari hopping on with nary a worry, that you thank God you're in Singapore.

Side note: I am considering an Extreme Makeover for this excuse of a blog. 'Cos I sure don't need one. =p

Friday, August 06, 2004
I was at the blingbling machine yesterday trying to leak out some moolah for my lunch. Problem was, the screen was flickering (like in one of those Blade Runner-ish shows where plasma screens that are in permanent disrepair dominate the entire citysprawl) and the menu was jumping all over the place.

I couldn't really see the "Other Cash Withdrawal" option, so I just hit what I thought was the right button.

The machine hummed and gurgled, before it burped out 20 crisp blue notes.

Then, miraculously, the screen jerked itself backed to normalcy, and tabulated the new thousanddollardeficit I had in my account. Right now, trust me, you have no idea how obese a wallet can get.

Second weird thing that happened to me before 10th Aug. The first thing was earlier this week, when I tried to talk to these 2 hot angmoh chicks at ZOuk but they just brushed me off. Bleah.