They call me yt.
They call me yt.
Monday, 18 June 2007
Silver Surfer has no board...

YT Sliming Programme. Day 1:
60 Push ups
40 Sit ups
4 Km Bladed


Lol... This is a show which i call no imagination. I mean it was ok. Mediocre. Yes it did have it's special effects and stuff. But i'm looking for the OMPH! which was nowhere to be found.

The usual jessica alba nosebleed. The oh-so-Mr.Fantastic stretch. The obnoxious Human Ash, i mean Torch. And there is a Thing in my pocket, not one, but many(nokia ad =.=)

7 Bucks for a show meant for kids. 7 Bucks to hear a hysterical laughter throughout the show, the was this guy sitting in the same row as me and my primary school classmates(we meet up every monday night). He was freaking laughing at the lamest lines in the show, and would burst out laughing even when there wasn't dialogue. I mean really LOL kind of laugh. WTF man get a grip, it's fantastic 4 not shrek 3.

The show is cheesy... really. *SPOILER WARNING!* I mean how in the high heavens can Galactus die? Isn't he the almighty villian in Marvel comics? I mean he can't die just because silver surfer self-destructed... =.= *SPOILER END!*

Anyway, today i kick off my YT Sliming Programme. It consists of a daily static exercise of 50~60 push ups, 50~60 sit ups and either a 2km jog or 4km of blading. I'll write my daily exercise routines at the start of the blog entries so you guys can keep check of my fitness too! And "motivate" me to keep going.

Soon i'll look like....







It's so overused, but what the hell anyway.

Oh today at Starbucks, i met this super stuck up gentleman. The bloody ass was damn impatient with the cashier. So he said,"Just call me when you're done." And he just went to sit down. Since i was next in line, i moved up. The cashier was fiddling with the cash register so i waited. The female cashier then whispered to her male colleague to ask the guy to pay up. So here comes the guy, frustrated for dunno wad reason. Comes to the spot where i was standing and behold! HE SCOFFED AT ME! I WAS LIKE What the F. The freaking stuck-up ass didn't bother to say excuse me and he just stood there and scoffed at me. Bloody ass even had the nerve to ask the Starbucks personel to "SERVE" he and his bitch girlfriend their Hot chocs. Bloody assO.

On a lighter note, i got this really cool looking postcard from Starbucks.(Thanks Glen, though i really meant that i didn't want to take one just now.)

That's all for this extremely long post~ Bye!