soccer sucks. TABLE soccer rocks.

the last official post

2008-09-24T21:19:00.003+06:00

THE LAST OFFICIAL POST........................................

okay. this is just for the last time. Promise.
~ I've grown white hair. Amazing. Zi Yang help me pluck using tweezer from my swiss army knife( Victorianox). It was painful and it felt like gaying cos he pluck damn slowly and Rong Laoshi kept looking my way. It looks like a white nylon string somehow. Cool. It's like i usually dun give myself undue stress. Wierd. Okay fine I've been under alot of stress. Relax, man.

~ The dumb counter is wrong. My birthday is on 7October which is like 13 days away. Something like that. I'm so greedy as to revive this blog for a final time just for birthday presents muahaha. But damn sway cos it's during the chinese exam. and the next day is maths so my birthday i have to sit for a lousy subject and study for a lousier subject. How sad. I dunno why my maths sucks. Ah well. Bye. Dun forget my presents.

wadaveerrrrrr.

2008-09-01T21:46:00.002+06:00

WHATEVERRRRRR.

Fine. maybe i don't wana kill this blog. i wanna shit about me sis currently. if you are seeing this shit now, tan jialing, may you grovel before me and may the tears of self- pity drench you. haha. as if.

So i want the laptop. fine. she asks me when i need it i say 20 more minutes. after i'm done with me geograpee she happily goes to bathe. fine. i shit around first. she come backk and starts using it while i stone around behind her. fine. she combs her hair and goes on MSN. fine. i get a little uptight. fine. i tell her about it. fine. she says wait. fine. i wait. i stone more. fine. im a statue, fading into obscurity behind her. fine. i wait a little more. i say i need it 'cos i have to wake up early tmr. fine. she says go sleep then. fine. i wait somore. fine. she finlly passes it to me just as my entertaining notions of punching her right in the face almost become a reality. fine. i don't thank her. fine. it's granted given my anger. fine. she screams no manners, fuck shit! fine. i tell her she wasn't considerate cos she's knowingly using MSN when i desperately need the laptop. fine. i start to boil. fine. i waste my time witing this shit out now. fine. i really start to think about killing her.
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..
.. fine.

my blog is dead.

2008-09-01T16:44:00.001+06:00

MY BLOG IS DEAD.

yes. i guess so, judging from the number of days i haven't posted. ....
...
...
i think i'll just leave it here to rot. yeah.

wahahaha. diao?!!

2008-08-23T21:21:00.002+06:00

wahahaha. diao?!!

okay today was relatively good with some bad mixed in. The day started with PT wherein i was almost late. then sweated alot cos play with Isma the pro of course i lose like shit he getting warmed up only. then after that choir kucinta sux but yeah man When You Believe pwns XOXOXOXOXOXO

After choir which was till 4 plus i went to parkway, looked at the cards and bought myself a bottle of ice lemon tea. which i am drinking now. and got to the library for some borrowing. then i took 31 and the same shit bastard who overcharged me was evidently doing the same to some other poor victim. '1.10 please.' bastard. so i sat and slept and when i woke up i realised i got on the wrong bus. so some kindly lady tole be to get off at lallang with her and i did and i took 175 to dolby gout or something like that and looked at me cards. oh gawd the magic hall pwns. it beats InQBox hands down cos its a speciality shop and the display cases were full of decks. woo yeah hahahhaa. The guy was showing some magic trick so i waited. and waited. and waited. he does alot of tricks. so when the crowd finally thins i ask him, 'could i see the engraved card clip?' he takes it out and i say 'im not buying today. next week.' he gives a sour face and go back to the tricks. bastard but at least he sells good cards wahahaha. Then i went to Vivocity to get me Croc shoes. i realised that Crocs are damned ex cos it's $53.45 for one lousy pair. and people buy it. just rubber. wow. and they can also bither to give me one shoe which is worth 26 plus to shit around and try to get a prize. okay. wierd.

Then the guy gives me the croc shoe in a bag so the first thing that came into me head was 'haha i bagged a Croc.' get the stupid joke? okay haha. lol. ..... .....

After the mrt ride to kovan i eat dinner with my father and i tell him the strupid joke. he laughs, i dunno why. and when we got back cos cannot cut hair (barbers all closed), i realised that my raccquet is missing. big time shit. so i owe him 80 bucks for the old one and a new one (obviously not bought yet.) so plus my previous debt it's $99 in total. i'm gonna have a hard time paying offf the damned debt. 5 every week. 20 weeks. woo.

im dead.

2008-08-20T21:16:00.002+06:00

im dead.

sigh. i knew it from the moment i started revising for my math exam. i was doomed. and the resuts have sadly proved me right. chem i thought i studied enough and would get good marks in the end 24 over 35. which means about 60+ per cent. on the other hand ryan slack got 30. is this fair..?

Then chinese i was think that i would at least just pass in the end 2 marks less than passing (40). what is this. haiz. and math is the worst. i wish was emo so i can cry/ commit suicide/ cut wrist. unfortunately im not emo so the best i can mamage was a sad grim face for 5 hours straight. where i started laughing at some joke or other. sigh. i can't even be emo. what the hell.

and today chinese oral also die. i didn't study cos of exams last week and homework in between. i fucked up on the passage cos i only read till the first half after that stmble. 'erm.. eh.. oh shit.. uh... okay...' then finally the last sentence and my ordeal was over. till i selected b which was topic 4. school bullies. and my tuition teacher having stolen my notes i didn't read aything, didn't prepare, cocked up again and left dissapointed. werein i got to wang xu's house and laughed and played table soccer and did work. somewhat.

sigh. end it all. the phrase keeps echoing in me head. perhaps i should heed it. i might find a paradise where my parents give me unlimited pocket money, USPC playing cards were cheap like shit, ryan was not so emo and vampiric and more helpful, and basically i get to invent and be a architect. woo.

or maybe i might go to hell for the fact that im a free thinker. actually i believe in everything and anything, be it Amun- Ra, Jesus, Buddha, the Sikh god, Shiva (what can i say? he's in my class), the Norse gods, whatever. haha. ghosts are included in the package. and now, to do more homework and contemplate death, sleep and eternal rest. maybe i'll draw up an online will which hs not been signed by a lawer when things get really bad. like 2 days ago when i was severely emo. and yesterday when i got my resulkts. and today when i got my sesults, and maybe friday when i get my el oral. and......

fuck my sis.

2008-08-17T17:10:00.001+06:00

fuck my sis.

the bitch set a password. ryan help. i need some cracking software. only cracking; no configurating or bugging too see where i go.

thanks.

stupid SBS driver.

2008-08-16T19:31:00.002+06:00

stupid SBS driver.

okay fine my sis came back and so i had to hurry close the laptop. The desktop is too ravaged by viruses that i cannot open it at all. The moment i do so the virus pops up at 10 per 5 seconds and i want to click on something also cannot.

So anyway.. Fridays test (chem) was good. The only thing is that i forgot the definition of a solution. And when i came back i heard my sis say she lost her phone through the bathroom door. i pity her. i once almost lost mine too on the bus (it rolled out cos the stupid pocket is too shallow)but thankfilly some woman waved to me and gave my phone back, the kind soul. then it's stupid cos my is calle her own number and some bastard replied and he said that it's his friend's. But he can't reply as to what my sis's SIM card is doing insde it. stupid bastard. but my sis still cant do anything about it if the bastard doesnt want to own up.

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and today was so sad. my day was ruined by a forgotten wallet. i left it at home by accident and realised it in the car at the crpak. but also i was going to be rather late and so i chose to forgo it. shouldnot have doe that.

So ayway by my father's great driving skill i arived rather early for choir. And thus i regretted takeing my wallet when i had the time to do so. then after choir when i went to parkway , after eating lunch and borrowing books i wated to take a bus to dhoby gout to see the card shop in meridien shopping centre. afer i boarded the bus and threw 55 cents in the machine i was obviously expecting a paper ticket. but the sonofabitch driver asked me for my student card. i said i left it at home. rather obviously since i was paying cash. so the faggot asked me to pay the adult cashprice. ($1.50). i had eaten rather a large lunch with some bottles of ice lemon tea and a 2 dollar sweet thrown in so i had only 60 cents left in the makeshift wallet my father lent to me. so i said i didn't have enough. he said just add your 60 cents inside. i was going to do so when i realised that i would have no money to take the MRT home so i said could i get off the bus. add fucking befor bus in head. he looked at he liker i was dirt and opened the bus doors. i hopped off glad to be rid of the motherfucker. but then i gave him a bus fare for nothing. and i went to the bus stop and checked it was 1.40 so even if i had 1.50 it also scam my money. i tell you whoever is reading this profanity-laden post, if i see him again he's dead. i go SBS website say i pay 55 cents can already. he is nothing short of dead.

anw chuan yuan as usual is fucked up.
i just talked to him over SMS cos hes outside and his phone fucked up so cannot call. he say tmr cannot go his house do project. the damne deadline is monday or tuesday, something like thsat. excuse for shirking aside the project? family outing. 'i cannot abandon my family' or something like that.i told him he's the dumbest ass i ever met if he wants to forego marks for a stupid outing. then i ask him if he come back already can do ornot. he say he come back at 6 at the very least and he wants to sleep. Sleep?! how the hell can it measure to the damned project?! skip a few minutes will die?! add sound can liao!!! he fuck up! ask him wether before he go for outing do or not he never reply. i sent him at 8.59. i think the stupid bastard slept liao. now i know why he so tall. no life, sleep so early. he's like a guy with brawn but not uch brain. especially in this particular sector which has nothing to do with the cerebellum, reflexes, volleyball, chinese or english. i know he doesn't really like me but iwould rather work woth someone else as well. someone who actually doesn't slack. why does work and is cooperative. like ryan althogh at times he's also a bit bastardish. like time wien he refuses to sell me cards or tell me deAler locations. and when he does 'ah.' (meaning noob) often. and i mean just get the fuck over with it lah. we all are very bust people. still got OPWS and oral next week. and studying. and making notes for me. i think tmr i ownself do after my chinese tuition and record my sucky voice and add together. and i pass up on monday and tell Khor that CY slack like fuck shit. fuck the little bastard.

Doomned.

2008-08-14T14:54:00.002+06:00

Doomed.

I die liao. Tuesday was Geography i didn't do two questions. Or more appropriately didn't finish. Then wednesday was maths didn't do 2 qestions so also die. Then today higher chinese not so bad, thankfully. hopefully the results are alright. But i still failed to do the first li jie wen da and a question from the second (left 2 damned words) and a zao ju. sad lor.

CY's house

2008-08-11T16:56:00.005+06:00

CY's house

I tell you never go his house. Got nice chair don't want to let me seat. Then floor = cheap plasterboard with fake veneer. Why i know? Cos that's the stuff my cheap desk is made of. Anw he use one of two coms and play game somore. That bastard. And then got a super old com beside it which can't work. And i wanted to use the laptop but it looked to be off bondaries so whatever. Stone there and play with my just- bought Black Ghost lor. So sad only got second edition. Got original even better i wouldn't mond paying a hunderd bucks. Heh. So far i spent about $120 on cards. Not including my cheapo cards. and then want water still need my own bottle one. Which contained lemon tea before that so very wierd taste.

national day

2008-08-11T16:56:00.002+06:00

national day

Why, it was nothing but the same thing. And it was drizzling so luckily i was at home. Lee Kuan Yew wearing red colour raincoat look so forlorn so funny. The usual shit, actually. And pizza for dinner. Yay. And my dear old sis forgot to ask for chilli flakes and cheese powder so natuarally we were rather displeased. Homework now. *************

sigh. exams.

2008-08-08T19:04:00.001+06:00

Sigh. Exams.

the CA is coming up next week on tuesday and i haven't done anything yet. Sigh. Die liao.

sigh. Blogs....

2008-08-06T19:17:00.002+06:00

sigh. Blogs....

Woops. Forgot what I wanted to type.
Nevermind. I remembered. Abit.

Yesterday I wet to Oh's farm with Barry and some other sabo-ed people. The dear old enthu bugger managed to turn up 5 minutes late. Still sucking on the Popsicle-like thing...

Then he keep bugging me on the way cos i accidentally went to music player and he caught a glimspe of dou qing (from Secret, whatever that is.) So he keep asking me to send him. And he's facinated by an underground tunnel. Wow.

At Oh's farm I was expecting some modern machinery but it looked as though I had stepped into 60's Singapore. So rural, the ground dusty, ...

So I went around videoing everything but the interview, whuch was crucial. It was so crowded anw, and all i had took was hands, the wall, scattered voices, a little of the interviewee's face, handphones, recorders. So I might as well not take andleave Barry to do it. Heh heh. So while he was shitting away I wandered around and bought myself a dandelion/chrysanthemum i forgot the name. And a badge. Comes cheap, too. =)

Then i went to PP for dinner. I ate porridge cos i have a chough, and still have. Then at InQbox the ghost deck normal size was sold out so sad. So I bought mini tiger card (monday.). Let there be new stock.

Today was uneventful, except that i broke a test tube in chem practical at the lab. Sigh. At least it's cheap, only a dollar. Which could have been donated towards my card fund.

national day. =.='

2008-07-30T21:43:00.004+06:00

national day. =.='

I shall not explain why i wrote 'gotta go' that time. Let's just say that my sis and mom went mad and tried to boot me out and i was emo.

According to Ryan InnQbox is gonna close. He didn't say when. So i die lor. So many decks left, and Ryan dosen't want me to have dealings with his external source of cards. I shall go clarify the rumour with the shop girl and buy a Black Ghost deck. Please, don't let it close down.

Yesterday was very weird. I went to school at 11.30 for Speech Day and we shitted and slacked for half an hour. then we went to eat lunch. Therin insert an air lunch as the food packets were nowhere. So back to the chir room.. then out after an hour or so. Lunch just outside the room. I accidentlly knocked over my spoon full of rice and had to clean up. Which was tedious. The servings were so miserable that I took secondsa. Ryan got there troo late and no more for him, haha.

This was followed by more slacking, practice, Mr Wong in his humongour big slippers barging in to the tenor section, more slacking and getting ready. Finally. Then we went on, off the stage, and i was free to go. Yay. To the table soccer and beyond. (cost me a buck fifty.) So after the exciting matches Jin Xiang and Wang Xu popped up and play abit more. Then nobody accompany me to Parkway so i went myself lor.

At first want to ask the shop girl one but the one who knows me wasn't there. So i went off and bought ice lemon tea and Ricola for dinner. Followed up at home by a cup noodle. Which sucks so completely.

So i went to borrow books at Marine Parade Library. I was reading a achitecture book when my mom called me. But first a little on my hobbies.

I have many hobbies. Stuff like card collecting(the latest), penknife collecting, stamp collecting, coin collecting, origami, cycling, carving, D&T hands-on, sculpturing, blogging (not really. As evident from the slackiness and lacklusture of this blog, blog skin and posts.), playing the piano (gave up after one song. Self-learned from Youtube videos. Forgot how to play liaoz.), flying paper planes, building stuff, architecture (trynig to design my own house now), boats, reading, eating chocolate, collecting wines (hasn't take flight due to my financial position of -$5 every day), going round the world after NS from age 21 ++ to 23,24++, sailing around the world in my own boat, etc, etc, etc.

Back to my mom's call. She said that nobody at home so i have to buy back. Dad went out for golf, that stupid fool who plays too mch mahjong and golf and works too mcuch and snores. Speaking of which he just came back.

So i went to borrow my books. My card loan quota reached. So i was simmering when i weht to customer service and asked to extend my loan quota by twice more in order to borrow. After which i had to figure out how to fit every damed thing into my bag and hand carry which was already bulging with clothes.

At the bus stop bus 13 was stopped somewhere and there was a police car and motorcycle. I didn't know what happened and didn't want to find out so i sat down on the bench and waited for 55. And waited. And waited. whereby it finally came and i went up.

So after that i trudged to kovan to top up my card, then to a nearby hawker centre for my mom's dinner (hokkien mee aka fried prawn noodles.) Then back home. Grand total of at least 2km with a 6kg bag and 2kg hand-carry in tow.

I shall write about coming home later. Too lazy now.

oh yay. tiger deck.

2008-07-30T21:43:00.002+06:00

So i have so not adered to my list. I stole funds from the HIPSA shirt (fund?) and bought a normal sized Tiger deck. gotta go.

my card obsession.

2008-07-28T20:18:00.002+06:00

My card obsession.
Well it seems as though my obsession for cards is not gonna end, ever. I bought the bicycle ghost deck (mini), then 2 Tally-Hos cos one fell out of me pocket, then today a Shadow Masters deck. It's rather new. And the joker rocks like shit. So next week I'm gonna buy the 1800 vintage series, first the blue then the red. Let me plot it out:

wk 1 (nxt wk): vintage blue deck
wk2: vintage red deck
wk 3: centurion deck
wk4: guardian deck
wk5: mini Tiger deck (i wish they sold White Tiger decks.)
wk6: Elephant deck
wk6: tradegy (something like that) deck
wk7: Greed deck
wk8: Pastel Pink deck
wk9: Pastel Green deck
wk10: Pastel blue deck
wk11: Bicycle pro deck
wk12: bicycle plastic deck
wk13-15: bicycle rainbow deck (very very ex)
wk16: the Dog deck (nothing to do with Bicycle and accosiated decks)
wk17: the Cat deck
wk18: bee playing cards (both red & blue)
wk19: oops forgot about split spades. Insert into about wk5. I'm too lazy to do it.
wk20:Stainless steel card clip
wk21-22: Swiss army knife
wk23-24: Metal Swiss army knife
wk25: 'Memory'playng tune music box
OMFG. 6 more months.oops. o.0

my ACTUaL wishlist

2008-07-20T19:43:00.010+06:00

my ACTUaL wishlist
-Foldable bicycle
-Racing bicycle
-Mountain bicycle
-Sofa bed
-air mattress
-bicycle mini ghost deck (bought)
-bicycle tiger deck
-bicycle black ghost
-bicycle elephant card
-bicycle rainbow deck
-bicycle masters edition (blue, red, shadow)
-bicycle rider back
-bicycle 1800 vintage cards (blue & red)
-bicycle green deck
-bicycle plastic deck
-bicycle pro deck
-bicycle white tiger
-music box (memory tune)
-40cm metal rule
-45cm metal rule
-60cm metal rule
-100cm metal rule
-wooden puzzles (ships, watakus, ...)
- remote-op car
-tamiya cars
-Tornado table soccer set (also known as foosball)
-4D puzzle models
-a Billabong wallet
-Hero Harmonica
-Benko Shaking dolls
-Benko handphone sling
-Bee playing cards (blue, red)
-Nikon Coolpix 8.1 megapix camera
-Sony Ericsson 8.1 megapix handphone (not out for sale yet)
-Swiss Army Knife (Victorianox)
-Doll-in-a-doll set
-6-in-1-chess set
-Popular penknife
-NT art knife
-NT penknife
-Olfa stainless steel craft knife
-Split Spades deck
-Viper Tally-Ho deck (bought)
-A giant pencil
-Micro foosball /card holder
-Black tack
-Hellboy II DVD
-A new set of luggage (Polo Victory?)
-Metal die
-Metal die keychain
-Super glue (bought)
-Wine glass
-Carl savings box
-metal card clip
-Acer mini notebook OR
-HP mini note

my wishlist.

2008-07-20T19:43:00.008+06:00

My wishlist.

I appear to have recovered from the loss of my Viper deck.
Yay.

So I feel good enough to publish my current and constantly evolving wishlist. But first an update on things..

Lately I've been going home at 8 and sleeping at 2+. The former due to eating dinner outside, then going home for another. The latter due to homework and the fact that I do homework very slowly.

Homework includes a Art animation, explaining why the hell ammonium nitrate crystals will react with aqueous sodium hydroxide upon heating only, sewing for the lazy faggots and forgetting to claim the 100%-me-dunnit thing, a Violence In Sports feature article which was to be handed up today and which i am now doing, future shit. Oh and my EL teacher sucks the world. The only good thing redeeming her is that she can actually put up with our rowdy class unlike our not-break-voice-and-never-will Geog teacher James the monkey.

I'll post the wishlist after I'm done with the feature article.

the crisis has passed

2008-07-20T19:43:00.006+06:00

the crisis has passed

Okaay. So I bought a new deck and went to extremes to make sure no bloody fag steals it/ I drop it this time. And in the meantime I will starve. 4 more days, $10, $2.50 per day. And my piggybank is empty. Sigh.

WHY?!!!!!

2008-07-20T19:43:00.005+06:00

WHY?!!!!!!!!

I am in a very bad mood.
My Viper Tally-Ho Cards are stolen.
It was in my pocket when I sat on the bus.
It dissapeared after I left it.
Someone stole it.
I have lost a great deck and $16.80.
The thief will pay.
I condemn him to enternal damnation.
He will turn claustraphobic.
He will worship the deck.
He will commit suicide.
He will rot forever in Hell.
I will take a voodoo doll and cause him pain.
Torture.
If I left it on the bus all the better.
Self-torture.
Pain is good.
MY dark and twisted mind says so.
It is clever.
Hiding at school and home and only manifesting itself when I am alone.
When all are sleeping.
But I must get another deck.
I will sacrifice food for it.
I will get it.

card collector's dream

2008-07-20T19:43:00.002+06:00

Card collector's dream- spoilt.

It's very sad.
The Split Spades collection I had been eyeing at Innabox has been sold to someone else.
All of them.
Ryan was going to help me buy.
I called him.
He went to the toilet first.
He came back.
The cards were gone.
I MUST get the cards.
So Ryan, get ready to approach your connections.

add-on

2008-07-13T17:02:00.009+06:00

Add-ons

Anw i was wrong. The dead rat's still there. And then the area around it wet, as though the internal organs liquiefied (the rat was nothing but skin and bones, really.)

Also I forgot to add something, oops. Wednesday I think. Mr Wong in class giving answers, the whole class very noisy, and Keeran keep saying 'Sir, sir, how to do? Whatt you say? ...' Then suddenly Mr Wong slapped his hand on the table and said 'SHUT UP!' The metal table rebeverated like dunno what and after a minute the thing ceased but I still felt the vibrations. Mr Wong can be very scary for a man his size(xxxxxl).

happenings. (taken from inQbox)

2008-07-13T17:02:00.007+06:00

Happenings. (taken from inQbox)

Okay. So based on Ryan's prodding and my own desire to blog again, finally, I'm writing this lame post.

Firstly there was a dead rat from several days ago on the route where I walk home. The first time I saw red ants on it and the eyes were devoured. The next day flies were already buzzing and so I gave it a wide berth. Then my pa sent me home the day after. And on the fourth day the thing dissapeared. The family residence which it was very close to (on the back door step) probably had a family living inside it and the said family also probably could not stand the damned thing hanging around and probably decided to get rid of it.

Next. Yesterday was a rather sad day. I got my pack of mini Bycicle ghost cards, granted. But then I was with Jin Xiang, Wang Xu and Ryan for OPWS geog component. Brenny couldn't make it. So we went around, me lugging a huge bag. And we were like the press hounding poor Jin Xiang who incidentally had his bag held interchangebly by us three. So he's lucky. ... So then when were about to vacate Roxy Square and go to the Chinese swimming Club it rained. And so the four of us went to PP again. Then WX and Ryan wanted to go play arcade so since me and Jinxiang forgot to bring homeclothes wo went to CSC (i got an umbrella.) And it stpped raining. Wow. then the sad thing was that Jin Xiang dragged me through the games there and we didn't finish filming the entire place (level 2 left) and I lost $2 or maybe more to games.

Then I went back to Parkway after JX went home to tuition and me and Ryan looked at the cards. When i bought them. When he bought them as well after i did. Then I realised that it was Tuesday not Thursday so my calculated sum of $$ left was to last me 4 not 2 days. Bad thing.

... Then my EZ-link card ran out of money so i had to pay cash. And i needed to top up and i couldn't get to the MRT station on order to do so. Thus i asked my father to send me there (he was coming back from work.) and he said yes. Duh. Whereby i ended up waiting for him at the busstop for one hour plus. And wasted time. whereby I thought fuck, shit, damed it u asshole and alot more profanity. By since that was yesterday I have cooled down somewhat. sigh.

And as for today the geog teacher mr James Ng who resembles a monkey fucked up as usual. At least he finally wrote something on the board for us to copy in addition to giving us notes. At the beginning of the lesson. The dumb coot. And then there was the planting rice song and everyone chanted it (supposed to be SUNG.) So i was basically laughing at the fools around me. Haha, funny. Not. And choir is also sucky cos of the climb evry mountain sops singing off as usual. And they don't even REALIZE IT. And practice changed from friday to tmr. Gotta play solitire now. Then do homework.

randomization

2008-07-13T17:02:00.004+06:00

Randomization

The com hung on me so I'm not gonna redo this super short ost. Period.

new day, same shit.

2008-07-11T18:44:00.002+06:00

new day, same shit.

there's nothing to write about anw. ... ... ...

at school the ting xie suddenly change to zuo wen cos of the damn prof. i never learn anw so it's alright but like suddenly change abit what the lor. And then choir i not getting to sing Climb Ev'ry Mountain siann. It's a nice song. and they fouled up at the rehearsal anw.

After that go with Ryan PP there's a card shop there. Which sells other things besides cards. Like vintage toys with 'Made in China' on the back of it and windup musical box things without the box. Then spend all my money on coffee + oreo at the bubble tea shop so tmr dun need to eat liaoz lor. See lah Ryan. Haiz. Then go popular and Ryan shitted about my birthday present. Ask him buy a Hero harmonica for $2.80 also dun want. Show me some crappy kiddy book. =.=

Anw after that going home i saw a dead rat. Body ravaged by brown ants then the eye eaten out one. Ewww.

See, told you nothing one.

OKay the bill just came back(handphone.) Apparently i incurred 41 dollars. And i like never msg nvr call one lah. Singtel sux.

fill it in urself, i dunt care.

2008-07-06T09:30:00.002+06:00

fill it in urself, i dunt care.

So anw by my hypothesis (and pretty much the entire class) is right and Ms Sharma left cos of the fat guy named Timo. He just lost us a very capable Geography teacher. So thanks to him our grades will drop, those who aspire to go IP might not and those staying till Sec 4 will hhave shit grade in Geog and might lose confidence in themselves.

.....Enough shitty talk. Now let me move on to even more crap. Like how i overslept the past 2 weeks on the bus and had to top up da Ez-link card twice as often. and how i suddenly am so attracted to books again that i borrow a ton, finish in a day and borrow two more tons. Which explains the oversleeping. And bought a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle and am trying to fit it in my schedule. Which leads to the oversleeping and notdoing of homework. oops.

sch's in.I'm out.

2008-06-26T21:35:00.002+06:00

Sch's in.I'm out.

sigh. I get the empty feeling when nobody is reading my blog. Who cares anw. It's sucky. w00t.

Anw Ms Sharma didn't come and there was this shitty guy who looked like a monkey who stood outside and came in and at first i thought he was the damn relief. Till he said that he's the relief for the entire Geog lessons. Not that he said that, but i gleaned that off his body language. And dear old monkey happens to be 30+, haven't break voice like so he's like cracking at every higher note he makes in his T1 voice. Solihin snubbed him in a rather smart manner hahas. He sux anw. I have the feeling that why Ms Sharma didn't become our Geog teacher is cos of timo that fagger. Last year go rub her butt. That pervert.

Today is such a good morning. That is, if there were no 4.8km run. And anw dear old PE teacher gave us a good pushhup position cos we late. then run to the ECPark lagoon.Halfway i gave out cos too tired. (actually i had the strength but i lack willpower.) so i trudged across the sand beach and got my shoes and socks full of the gritty stuff, then pretty much walked the 2.5km back. There were occasional sprints, of course but i definitely had no strength by then. I'm underweight and i ate a light breakfast so i had no spare energy for the run. so when i finally show up at the finishing line,
Ryan:Yeah spastic! class position 18! woo!
Me:groan.
and i collapsed on the grass and waited till my breath was more close to normal than heart attack mode. And i stoodup and :
Ryan to passing guy:Finishing line there.
Me:WTF Ryan you a@#h^&* you never tell me the damned finishing line is there!
Ryan: ah too bad you never ask.
Me: then why you tell the other guy?!
Ryan: it's called pure randomness. So now ur classposition is 22. ah!!!
Me:...

So i said that i was still 18, i dont care. And Ryan said that im 22. so i write that im 18 and he writes that im 22. whatever.
And anw now my shoe's dead, my ankles are so darn painful that i'm pratically hobbling,my calf muscle is aching, i am super hungry, and im dead tired. damn run.

And choir today i feel so sad. cos there's reauditions and i not only got to still be sop i get 'promoted' from S2 to S1. Sang a high E for clement. Then ask to transfer to bass too many (20++)so cannot. test tenor range i cannot reach the higher parts. whatever. and there's some new song to learn which sounds like 'cranberry i-forgot-what'. no score yet. damn speech day too.

Moving house

2008-06-18T11:56:00.005+06:00

Moving house

The boy looked out of the airplane window. It was twilight, and the world outside the window (he had the window seat) was dark, save for a few twinking lights which came from the plane wing and a long row of faraway, little lights which represented the airport. Adjusting his position in the soft Emirates seat, he looked at the touch-screen monitor, decided against playing games, and reflected on the past few months leading up to the current point in the History of John Bannikins, himself.

John Bannikins had a Singaporean father and an aussie mom who met one day in Sydney. His father was on a self- treated holiday to Brisbane while his mother was on a business trip- to Brisbane- she lived in Sydney. So the two new aqquainteces took the 10-hour train there, ad got to know each other very well indeed. His father decided to prolong his stay for a few years (conviniently forgetting his kin back in Singapore), and kind Monica, his future wife, rented him a room in her little Sydney flat. And John came along.

Deciding that the little flat could not hold two adults and a noisy baby who would grow in time, Monica suggested buying a proper big house back in Brisbane. Hank agreed; both he and his wife liked the place.

Little John grew, and soon he was 3 years old. He had learnt rather alot of language now, due to Hank's 'kiasu' Singaporean upbringing. Hank usually rode to the local mart in a bicycle with John in tow, and when admiring people came by he would proudly say, 'John's a little marvel. John, show them what you've got.' Whereby John recited the entire alphabet (and got 'C' wrong)and did a 1 to 5 times table, and of course, called Hank 'Dad'. The admirer would clap and go away, wisfullf wishing that he had a son like that. John's life was very fun-filled and happy till then.

However Hank was finally called back by his parents. They demanded him to be fillal and bond with them again. So he had to go back. Monica wanted to go to; she couldn't live without him. 'But what about John?' said Hank. So John was given a choice. Not really understanding, he gurgled like a baby and said, 'Australia good. Me like.' So his parents left him in the care of Cook, the housekeeper, a kindly- looking nanny in her old age, the stable man, and the horse Clover and the dog named Stud, taken from the place it was found outside as a little pup.

So for six years John played with Stud, rode on Clover, chatted with Nanny, persuaded the stable-man to let him help in cleaning and feeding Clover, and generally grew up somewhat. And the only sign that he had parents was the annual birthday- cum- christmas present. Which was usually rather lavish.

Until the telephone call came. John was slumped in a big armchair which dwarfed him, and when he heard the bring-bring noise customary of the house's antique 'phone he jumped up to answer it. 'Mom! Dad! ' and after he put the phone down after a rather lengthy discussion which involved most of the house's human occupants and much distress, he flopped down into the big armchair and sighed. On one hand he was elated to finally see his parents once again, but on the other he was to leave friends, the house, and Clover behind. God sure loved torturing people, he thought.

over the course of the next few months the furniture were moved, John's luggage was packed, and the house and Clover were sold. On the day the new owner came to take her away, he went to the stable to look at her for the last time. 'I'll miss you, Clover.' he said, and put his cheek against her long face. She snorted, and rubbed her face up and down his cheek, as though to comfort him. Big tears rolled down from his eyes, and dripped onto Clover's nose. Then the new owner came.

He was a short, stuttering artist fellow who looked at the mare with an expert eye. 'I'll take her, then.' he said. And he signed his name on a dotted line of the consent form. John peeped under his armpit and saw the words,' Shel Siverstein. 'Mr Shel', he called after the retreating figure leading Clover. He turned. 'Promise me that you'll take good care of her.' Shel Siverstein look at John. 'I...I..I p..proomise.' John was reassured, and hugged him . Mr Shel seemed to have a surprised look. Then he turned back and walked out of the house compounds.

John Bannikins lay down on the bed and cried for a long while.

Finally it was the Day itself. The occupants of the house all carried luggages out and excanged tearful goodbyes; after all there was now no longer any master they had to serve and they were unemployed. But first- they ensured that John was well and safe in the taxi before going their own separate ways.

John was in the taxi for another four hours and slept the hours away. When he woke up Sydney Airport was looming in front of him. The driver stopped and unloaded his cargo.

At the airport check-in counter there was a big, friendly lady. John automatically walked forward when the person in front of him walked off. 'John Bannikins. Hmmm. Travelling alone?' John nodded. 'Brave boy you are, eh?' John gave a weak smile. She reached over the counter and ruffled his hair. 'Have a safe journey.'

John awoke from his trance on the plane. The plane was moving now, and John saw a rather stupid video that told him about the safety aspects of the plane and the wonderful gadgets of his business-class seat.

When the plane touched down John got off and collected his baggage and dog carrier. Stud licked his face through the metal grille. He dumped his baggage onto a cart nearby with a kind soul assisting and wheeled the cart out of the luggage collection and into the wating arms of his father and mother. 'Welcome to Singapore, son.' John smiled at his father and higged him tightly.

more mopings. .... ..... ....

2008-06-18T11:56:00.002+06:00

So, homework. I have quite alot left, and most to do with chinese. And then there's the primary school jumble sale and so in order to get some CIP hours I stoop low and make time for it. And so my burden of homework is in tow when I'm going to the sale to help out. ((my sis wants to go and help out too to get some hours cos she's an ex- HIPS student anw. But. the Club doesn't allow her cos it's from my batch onwards anw hahas. ;P But I still have alot of work, as abovefore mentioned, and there's like 4 days left b4 sch reopens. So I really die liaoz. Sigh.

And anw my storywriting skills have probably begun to degrade and waste away so I'm gonna write a story now to prove that it is so.

choir trip

2008-06-11T01:04:00.002+06:00

Yay. The choir trip was a success. We got 99, then 91, and even had the privilege to enter the grand finals! (: So I'm super happi liaoz now but sadly enough there is always homework waiting. -_____-" So, after spamming chocolates tmr i'm gonna choing hw liaoz. Left 2-3 more weeks. Siann.

Anw Europe is so ex. One pack of cards I bought there = 7 euros = not worth it. Sigh. Buy so little, spend so much. Like that one. And so the trip, from Vienna to Oloumouc then to Cesky Kromlov (something like that)then to Munchen/Munich was fun, time-wasting, stress causing, starving, elation, so on. Yah. Vienna was so nice that i ended up spamming photos. Then at Oloumouc I got a little dissapointed cos the cobblestones were not what i imagine them to be like. But overall okay. At destination no. 3 the hotel was fantastic. Small hotel but huge room, man. Woah. And timber furniture everywhere. Spent the night playing cards and when Ms Lau came knocking on other ppl's doors we turned off the lights and I pretended to be sleeping heh heh. She didn't notice anw. (: Then Munich looked so quaint and cosy that I was thinking how the hell did Adlof Hitler manage to rise the XXX movement there. (no ill intentions.)So now cos im pretending to have jetlag when i don't really have im typing this. Night. Er, day. Woops.4.06. latest night spent awake, not counting the plane trip. heh heh. lol.

Books galore.

2008-05-28T23:56:00.003+06:00

Books galore.

Firstly, choir we are so dead. Slightly better than yesterday but we still suck alot. So the wonderful miracle that VS choir might rise to the occasion and be imbued by courage, no sore throats and loud strong talented voices. -_________-" So the (fried)foodstuff i am attempting to smuggle there might go completely uneaten. At all. And we might end up getting just a COP, whereby Vs choir will officially fail to have the support of Mr Kwei, that funny conductor, and collapse (written correctly?)and die. (w00t?) Yah. So, watever.

Another thing. Books. I'm a natural bookworm and now in the holidays I can finally catch up on my reading. Homework coms later due to Oloumouc, haha. I mean, bloody sH!7 and uh-oh. The latest set of books keeping me awake is a 4-set of fiction books on Eygpt. Christian Jacq is a rather interesting author to come up with the stories. I'll read them all, his series of books. heh heh.

latest updates on choir stuff

2008-05-28T23:56:00.002+06:00

latest updates on choir stuff

I feel so sad today. It's not demoralised. It's merely a cloud of uneasy gloom and emoness and i sulk alot. It's really a series of unfortunate events, followed on by two days back.

Yah, so two days ago I woke up late (11.50.) Choir started at 1 pm and the bus took 45 minutes to reach VS. So I skipped lunch, walked very fast, and managed to end up 10 minutes late. Lol. Then we sucked, so 15 downs. Meaning, push-ups. Then i was late, so 10 more, Then sops stayed back for some more prep talks and 15 more downs. Tot. clocking: 40, on an empty stomach. -________________-.

Then today I woke up at 9, and then slept back till 9.30, then till 10.30... and had to eat a tiny lunch (a tiny cup noodle) and run out of the house again. Then I fortunately arrived 3 minutes early, there was nobody around. So I randomly walked around SSCC (not VS) until some kind soul told me that VS chir was at the Conference Room. So I ran up and was late again. Zzzz. Then at the 'rehearsal' with TKSS we got trashed up, so to speak. Meaning that i floundered due to too-long eye shutting, one song sped up like some mad train, and we were soft, and.......... You get it. So TKSS beat us. I can imagine. '4 more days, you guys still like that. This is not even competition standard. How are we going to Oloumouc like that? We might as well not go, go there get not even a gold or silver or even bronze, just a COP. (cert. of part.) Down. XXXX#$^#^(*&_)%&^.

That didn't happen. But still, I'm under a cloud of emoness. Think of some stilck figure with a big thundercloud perpetually above him, the rest is sunny but the poor stickman is drenched ands soaked to the skin. That's me. haiz... ):>

LOL. posted on Wx's blog. diaoz.

2008-05-23T19:44:00.001+06:00

Yep. Finally a new post. Zzzz.

So. Finally the damned math project is done. And sch has ended. Yay. I got rather pathatic results. Aggregate score = 67.4. SUCK. I feel so damn sad. And for choir it's just a week away to Oloumouc. We are so bloody dead. More prac. heh heh.

There's actually basically nothing to report. I mean, type. Apart from the fact that today's prac for sops only (cos we suck) was supposed to be '10 minutes only' and actually lasted for 3 hrs. wow. -_________________________-'

exams... -_______-"

2008-05-10T18:25:00.002+06:00

Exams are over! w00t! I think I scored badly though. But anyway, I ran around Parkway and played 3hrs++ of cards before we sarted on the math porject. Running around PP, BTW, involves several trips to the arcade. Solely the arcade ;) Whereby we played air hockey (trashed JX up 8-4), a stupid bear game, and racing car and motorbike games. Also Metal Slug though I didn't really know how to operate the damned barbie and died every 30 secs. =.=' Racing stuff were so fun. But I suc cos i long time nvr go liao. It's been 6yrs plus. you know. Well actually 2 months due to project work where we had to interview some guy there. Who declined. sigh.

Math project is so dead anw.

bubble tea XD

2008-05-10T18:12:00.003+06:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LExJ6oN4hUo&feature=related- Andrew Johnston. Wonderful sop guy, 13 yrs old. The sop me is envious of him. The usual me is appriceative of such a beautiful vioce. Hope he makes it to the finals and win X)

On Bubble Tea

Bubble tea's a really nice drink and far more woth it than fast food drinks like Mountain Dew or ice lemon tea (my two favs there) and coke (my least fav drink there.)Comparing drink sellers:

PP bubble tea shop( i forgot the real name)

Tea: not bad at all. Nice blend.
Pearls: Normal and mini sized. I shoot both at trees cos their too chewy and i hate those. but still rather alright. Small thumbs up.

Cup Walker (Kovan)

Tea: lage cup and big cost. A little too concentrated though. On the whole a big thumbs up :)

Pearls: normal and mini sized. Mini sold out when I bought it so too bad for me. The pearls were so yummy that I didn't really shoot them at my victims (trees I passed when walking.) Not sticky, not chewy. When I test-shot at a tree the thing rolled 3cm before stopping. Cute. Also alot of pearls.

Sweet talk (kovan)

Tea: usual cup, slightly more ex cost. Grapes are seriously blended which resulted in skin and little bits of seed floating around in the drink. Spit out the dregs at the last part to get to the pearls.

Pearls: only normal sold. Usual chewy stuff.
On average for this shop: disgusting.

the womanizer

2008-05-06T12:42:00.003+06:00

'the womanizer'

Adam walked past the coffeeshops of Geylang, where he flashed his biceps and muscle in a thin white sleeveless shirt and Bermuda shorts. Brimming full of self-confidence he wolf whistled at a scantily dressed girl talking animatedly with her friend (they both blushed.).

He jumped onto his Honda motorbike and zoomed past the girls. Back to his house from Hotel 81 (he did some deals there and a bit of XXX in rooms). The schedule: to the damned office for an offical meeting and then free play. Perhaps he would go on a buying spree and fill the storeroom with golf articles, Playboy magazines, Ipod, a new full wall plasma screen tv, a new house (?!), a new car, more crap. After all he was a rich man's son. His father was based in the U.S and he himself liked Singapore for no reason. Singapore. A little island, the size of his home back in the U.S, no good car brands, it was shit. Perhaps the only thing which caused him to remain here was the fact that he hated the U.S more than Singapore. But perhaps he would buy a house in Frace or the sea there. What was it called again? Ah, the midditerean. The wrong spelling probably, but who cared.

... Or perhaps he would go have dinner with his girlfriend of 2 months. He liked her last month but now he was losing interest rapidly. She eagerly jumped at every date though. Guess she wanted to be a fich- no, filthy rich- man's son's wife. She could order an entire house made of diamond (too se-through though) and his father would still have a billion quid left over. It wasn't as if she had no figure anyway. She was a E cup and had curves in all the right places and was a manager at some aircon company. She was outright sexy in a suit. But who cared. Adam had plenty to choose from. He dumped her, a hundred more came clamouring for his love.

He still wanted her though. She was still worth being a plaything. But soon, very soon, he would kick her out and pick another girlfriend. She was his 70th, by the way.

So he messaged her on his custom-made phone. A dinner at The Oriental today, honey? Yes, of course! I missed you so..

How ironic of him. And how big a suck-up this bitch was. Well, he decided, he would dump her today.

At dinnertime she choked on something in the rice. A ring! She smiled happily. "I, Grace Yeo, am so a rich man's wife now!!" she told everyone. They politely cpalled hands. Adam smiled sarcastically and pulled her roughly down from the chair she was standing on. He took the 7 carat diamond ring from her, took a glass of acid the waiter had brought in, and threw it in. The ring was gone in a matter of seconds. It was a fake thing.

Grace watched openmouthed. She stood there motionless. Then large tear droplets leaked out of her eyelids and she began sobbing loudly. Suddenly she slapped Adam hard on the cheek and kicked him in the crotch. While he writhed on the floor she grabbed his shirt and said to him, 'I'll be back.' The look on her face was pure hatred. Adam had no idea that Grace learnt kungfu or whatever. She didn't anyway. 'Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned.' She was the woman. And the anger was vented on Adam. Yep, she would be back. Adam grew scared for the first time in his life. But that dissapeared after he went to first a doctor and then a nightclub. Where he met his latest girlfriend. Or rather, girlfriend-to-be.

-___- d&t

2008-05-03T14:07:00.000+06:00

Hehe following ryan........... D&T personal reflection.

For me, diorama making way exceeds the Secondary One Victorian Guitar in terms of skill, time taken, level of difficulty, and so on. ... But what mattered in the end was that I took a great interest in this highly absorbing project and eventually, I am proud to say that I have learnt something.

The diorama started with an in-class lesson and how an expert in dioramas made them. By buying materials and arranging them, though albeit costly, looked very nice on the screen. I resolved to make our diorama a top grade one. In the following lessons I planned the diorama together with the other members of my group. Although we drew out a definite plan, due to carelessness and other factors some were lost or we improvised or made new plans in the following weeks to come.

My group actually wanted to build a castle-like diorama with only one side exposed to show Macbeth in one of the rooms killing Duncan. The cost was estimated (by me!) to be around $80+. How drastic the actual expenditure would amount to! (~ $240)

So in the end, we made a diorama which had different dimensions, and changed the setting to be an opera house. As for the interior, thought out by me and Ryan in one of our numerous KFC dinners, we decided on the same scene and an audience row and a ticket counter and a staircase, not to mention other things. The scene was later changed to the discovery of the dead Duncan due to time constraints, which were in turn due to lack of active participation in some members. Also, there was supposed to be a back panel which had Duncan’s room painted on it. However somebody stole it and now it is gone forever.

Components of the actual diorama (also thought out by me and Ryan) were:
The base;
The ‘mechanism storage space’;
The electronics;
The orchestra;
The signboard;
The ‘grass’;
The trees and bushes;
The fences and gate;
The front door and walls;
The chandeliers;
The ceiling;
The ticket counter and staircase;
The audience, seat and aisle;
The stage;
The figurines.

So we got to work making the diorama. Although there was actually supposed to be equal workload, however some people did not work as hard which in turn cause the others to work harder. Thus might influence other projects and other grades.

So, all in all, the ‘completion’ of the diorama was a huge load off my shoulders. However I did enjoy myself immensely throughout the entire process, even more so as I was regarded as the ‘main architect’.

My Contributions:

I did do a substantial amount of work regarding the diorama. For the physical stuff (building of the diorama) I did:

Base; mechanism storage space; electronics; orchestra; the signboard; grass; trees and bushes; fences and gate; walls; lighting of chandeliers; ceiling; staircase; audience seats and aisle; part of the stage; and some figurines.

For the more ‘admin’ aspects, I did:

Calling of group members at the starting weeks; accounting for the first part; documentation; totaling of expenditure; planning of layout of diorama; researching on dioramas and other whatnot; buying of materials.

Some difficulties we faced along the way:

Some things we faced were, as abovefore mentioned, were lack of time, more pressing homework, arguments on whose turn it was to bring the diorama home and inactive group members.

Although there should have actually be more than enough time to complete the diorama, factors such as inactive group members dragged the schedule to the point of lateness; after all, it was handed in just in time. Also, things like CCAs, supplementary and other more occupying things compressed our remaining time. For example, although there was only one week left (or even less) to the choir’s Rhapsody VIII performance, Ryan and I still spared time and skipped practice to try and complete the diorama. Therefore we expected the other group members to do the same. However, we understand that not every member had priorities on the diorama and therefore will not blame them. But still, one meeting less is less work done.

For supplementaries, it was agreed that homework was more important, though some of us, including myself, skipped some to do the diorama again.

The diorama usually ended up in mostly Ryan’s, Azmi’s or Timothy’s house respectively, although I landed with the heavy load twice and carried home bags of material on all other days. As for Isaiah and Ze Hao, they did not take the diorama home at all, and whenever we asked them to they made an excuse and quickly ran off. Truth or false, I do not know.

Also, due to the diorama being quite fragile, whenever probing hands touched the figurines or the fences they were very liable to break off. We repeatedly fixed it; however, there was an incident when Timothy broke off a fence and just dumped it on the diorama, and did not bother to fix it. It pained me to see something which I, and the other group member’s, had worked on for such a long time be carelessly destroyed. Also from that I can see that Timothy is not very concerned about the state of the diorama and moreover he said several times that he wanted out. We tried to be patient with him and give him more chances but he blew them all; the final straw came when he ran off during D&T lesson to go find Ms Fox. Everyone had to go look for him, which wasted precious time which could have been used to further the diorama; also when the diorama was left unguarded somebody stole the curtain mechanism.

Some Lessons I have learnt through the process of making the diorama:

 I think that I have the capacity to become a leader if I manage to overcome my shyness. I was the ‘leading architect’, as mentioned above, and instructed some other members to do a particular aspect of the work.
 I have learnt that teamwork is important in a group; also team spirit. Without these qualities a member would invite resentment and would be excluded or self isolated during social working together and would not enjoy the whole learning process at all.
 Co-operation is necessary to do a group project; everyone must work together or the thing will fall apart.
 My little insight: Teamwork is useful throughout your entire working life and possibly afterwards.
 I like D&T a lot!
 Therefore when you do something or a subject that you like you will enjoy it. As my Agatha Christie book says, ‘A man not doing something he likes to do is only half a man.’ It seems likely that I will take D&T in Secondary 3.

On the issue of marks:
I feel that everyone should be graded according to how determined and dedicated they are in doing the diorama. Also, I think that peers should evaluate themselves and others and give truthful marks as this will make them honest and also since they are the ones working with their members they would know exactly what everyone did. Therefore they are actually the ones able to give the most accurate mark in proportion to amount of work done. Thus, I think that the marks should be left status quo (Me 25%, Ryan 25%, Azmi 20%, Timothy 5%, Ze Hao 15%, and Isaiah 10%) as everyone agreed in the D&T room that this should be their mark.

diorama woes

2008-04-30T17:48:00.002+06:00

i can kill a certain fat slut already. Do nothing for the d n t, want him to d more complain, say he want to leave group, we try let him he do more he dun want, last lesson still run off and complain. We have damned well bore our frustration well and gave him tons of chances. He blew them all. and so the d n t teacher Mr Quek was f***ing pissed off, made us stay back during recess, lunch was taken up by councelling (its only that fat bi7c# who needs it), then go to Mr Maran so i was so hungry afterwards. and no strength. That fat bastard who has artherosclorosis is gonna die. I'll wreck the diorama in front of him, FOR REAL, pin him to the wall, dissect all his fats out, cut the few muscles he has out, cut open his skull, poke needles in, replace skull, take darts and plunge them into his heart. And i'll connect him to a life-preserve machine before to keep him alive. Then remove it... I feel evil coursing through my veins. Watever. his name is now taboo. I'll kill anyone who speaks his cursed name. If he causes more problems he dies. He fucking well dies.

*obscenities shall be ignored. Thankyou.

the doll

2008-04-15T20:20:00.003+06:00

the voodoo doll some emo girl discovers. something like deathnote for no apparent reason.

It was twilight in St Andrew's close, Florida. Class just ended for Sarah. She picked up her stuff and slowly walked to the bus stop, coversing with her friend (the one and only), Rita. Then they went on seperate buses. Sarah hunched her body and drew her legs together andawaited the end of the journey. When Sarah got off the bus she still had a short distance to go. Along the way, she found something interesting...
What's this? Sarah muttered to herself as she bent down to pick the doll up. It was a dirty white due to having been stepped on on the dusty sand path. It was finally kicked into a sparsely leaved bush, where Sarah's dark eyes picked them up.

Sarah was a typical Americian girl. White skin colouration, brown hair (she dyed them black), black pupils, part-time job, homework to worry about. But she was different in the fact that she was a Goth kind of girl. She wore black lipstick and striped clothes (completely OUT of the fashion) and hunched her back and carried a little bag with her all the time. Also due to the stupid things stated above Sarah had little friends. Well, none, actually, save for her fellow Goth mate. Both of them were outcasts in the high school they studied in, but they didn't care. Well, not much anyway.

Sarah's home was a nice bungalow in the surburbs. It was decidedly modern and was the envy of all the neighbours. But Sarah's room was a little special. A fireplace, drawn curtains, a large red bed fringed by lots of emo-looking(so to speak) dolls. And now Sarah crossed the road and went up the stairs to her room, and brushed the new doll off and set it carefully down at the centre of her bed. Then she went downstairs for dinner (cereal oats and milk).

Upstairs the doll glowed and the room became slightly darker... As so did the rest of Sarah's future life.....

Rhapsody

2008-04-15T19:53:00.003+06:00

lol. another new update. in millions of years.

Yah. Rhapsody was like, last thursday? time laspe of 5 days lol...
it was a success at any rate, though during rehersal it was terrifying as out conductor Mr Kwei shouted out at our disorderly manner in which we walked in. but he is a very good conductor, at any rate. I think Credo was the nicest anw.

lol new up date. (obvious.)

2008-04-08T19:28:00.002+06:00

wow. first update in many a time. w00t.

anw schoolwork has gotten a big boom, choir ends damned late, we sound crappy, i sound crappy, performance 2 days away, fuk this keyboard, com got virus thanks to azmi the bugger, i sleep 3 hours per day since 2 wks ago, sleep in class, projects got alot of slackers, i have to do all the work.....

Which is just why i only just updated. Anw I attended a choir concert. First half was the usual boring shit, but after that- oh, High School Musical. WTF. choir became drama. Watever. it was nice.

The female lead actress was so bitchy, slutty, and in one of the dances there was some... uh.. suggestive motions. But irregardless of that i got hyped up and left the hall eergetically. Really, it was nice, apart from choir performance becoming drama thing.

Anw ryan happi birthay. The vampire must drink more blood. As a present to you i would like you to add back the song (dosen't play now somehow) and change skin to phantom (: I feel devilish.

yay. tonle sap.Then no more!! w00t!

2008-03-24T20:55:00.008+06:00

aha. Tonle Sap lake and river, so on and so forth.

oh to hell with a title.

2008-03-24T20:27:00.005+06:00

i think that im too lazy and tired to write caption. hehe. the photos are self explantoy anw.

oh dear. :(

2008-03-24T19:55:00.011+06:00

oh here's the total junk part. Even more assorted pics. And There's our friendly tour guide somewhere along. And sadly my handphone camera(2mp) which constituted most of the pics died. The Khmer gods must have cursed it. (no offence meant to Cambodians or everyone else.)

$^W%$& TOT. SHi..7!

2008-03-24T19:43:00.005+06:00

I think that shouldn't take so many pictures. Sigh... This is of assorted temples, including the Elephant terrace and the minor temples.Perhaps some major ones classified wrongly, too. (oops, my bad.)

why are there so many.

2008-03-24T19:30:00.007+06:00

why you guessed it!!.. more pictures. This time of an orphanage.

more pictures

2008-03-24T19:07:00.008+06:00

The toul sleng meusum is gory and horrible, serv s a reminder of Cambodia's horrific civil war. 19,990+ souls wander around the place, giving the dsolate scene a apt atmosphere.

more photos

2008-03-24T17:56:00.006+06:00

that one was angkor wat. Now is bayon temple...

Cambodia photos:)

2008-03-24T17:20:00.006+06:00

Photos of Cambodia :)

Cambodia trip travel journal

2008-03-21T19:32:00.001+06:00

A Cambodia Trip travel journal

soon to come...

NAA- the National Abuse Authority

2008-03-08T16:57:00.001+06:00

NAA- the National Abuse Authority
just a little reminder to myself: ]

Post-exam trumatic stress disorder

2008-03-08T16:56:00.003+06:00

Post-exam trumatic stress disorder

XXXXXX
(to be continued?)

what? Can't you see anything?!

2008-03-03T17:26:00.002+06:00

Secondary school is very different from primary school. To be told, i rather ould like to go back to those days, when you slept at 9 and woke up at 6.30. Now? 12 to 5.40 the day really sucks. So many projects. So much homework. So many things to do--which results in loss of sleep and too much stress. And holiday everyday still need to go back school luckily going to Cambodia next week so i cann skip some crap. But my marks will be affected. Marks. Everything counts. But Singapore relies on brainpower. Without lee Kuan Yew we'd still be third world, garanteed.(however you spell it.) Anyways, if school didn't exist things would be much easier. I'm longing for the day when robot teachers would be giving us tuition in our homes. And this super smart robot would then teach all we could absorb(including lust-related issues for most of the world). Whatever. Or we could have some time machine built and transport me, a very good and self-cleaning table soccer machine, my mattress, pillow, and bolster, and my handphone AND a libray spanning the siize of Australia into stone-age men times. Only form of entertainment: Gah gah bleargh shoot goal!! Wraugh hahaha.......
WTF. They'd eat my books and bash apart my handphone anyway, and i forgot to mention a charger. I think a portal would do just fine. No, i think pradise sounds better. Everyday indulging myself on food, sleep, (Vice?!), games, and the abovefore mentined robot which would teach me everything.
I think my mind is corrupted. Or i have Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy(however you spell it.).

The nano WARS

2008-02-29T21:14:00.004+06:00

Prelogue****
The man smiled and shook the opponent's hand after the competition. I, the cameraman, zoomed in on the hand by accident. Meant to point it at the face. But it proved to be just as well, annyway. Before my eyes the man disintegrated. He stll looked human but his whole body seemed to be fizzling. Tiny dots were jumping onto his opponent and the narest people. I stumbled back and ran out of the Games as fast as I could.
That was the start of the Nanowars. A war between the creation and the creator. Nanobots and humans.

Chapter 1****
It all started with a scientist. Somehow most stories involve super brains. I wonder why. Anyway, this scientist was researching on nanoparticles. Suddenly it dawned on him that if he created a nanobot which could live inside humans, reproduce and unblock cholosterol-laden arteries, it would benifit humankind. Alot.
The scientist, Mr. David Blane, walled himself up in his laboratory and spent many a night using a handheld device(which sent signals to a robot which mimicked his every move) to try and position his nanobot component in the exact position.

Mr. David Blane had inherited a vast fortune from his father very recently. Mr. David Blane S.R was a banker, stockbroker (the legal one) and real estate dabbler. His lucky dabblings, investments and job reaped some few million pounds for his family, out of which most went to his only child.

The recluse scientist lived far away from the UK, only going back to celebrate Christmas every year. His home was in the Bahamas. A cosy little island, with wife and children and his beloved laboratory.

After a year's worth of working away at the damned nanobot he finally created two working ones. They were only visible through his electron microscope and were made up of metal parts a few atoms thick. Elated, the man continued and produced thousands more. He packed them into vacumed plastic bags, each containing precisely a thousand. Just right for an adult human. The bots could last for ever, if the bodies they resided in could last that long.

He hired a company to advertise his product to medical companies. At the current point he had spent about a tenth of his inheritance on that already. His wife looked on with disapproval, then went back to relaxing in the spa.

Like his father David Blane j.r was reaping the fruits of his hard work. He had patented his idea, although inferior companies tried to mimic his. However he made a seal on the packet which was so sophisticated that no-one else could copy it. He had thought of everything beforehand.

David Blane the millionaire was now a multimillionaire. The cash kept rolling in and he bought the surrounding islands as tourist resorts(to keepp earning more?!) and one to protect the wildlife. After all, one had to give back to society.

Chapter 2*****
David Blane went on to develop smarter nanobots as the next decade flitted by. Now they were like smart viruses which used a very small amount of human blood to reproduce and for a energy sourse. It became more organic than tiny pieces of metal as the nanobot actually broke into a living cell to reproduce. However the organic nanobot performed much better than its predecessor. And people were not complaining, they were much healthier, and Mr. Blane earned more than ever.

After several years of peace and contentment David Blane's whole name came crumbling down.

(This is not complete; anyway the entire thing looks like crap. I could configure it to be an autobiography of the photographer.)

The third world war.

2008-02-25T19:22:00.004+06:00

WWIII
China VS U.S (no ill intentions intended)

The life of schoolboy

2008-02-25T19:05:00.002+06:00

More shit. Woo. Yay.

Bent double, with schoolbags weighing a ton
Eyelids droop down.
Brains click and whirr as though gears
Mechanical arms reach and grab paper.

A test! A test!-- A sudden exclamation.
Twilight before figures trudge home
Projects to hand up
Tests to study for

Pens out! Start time to stop: 30 minutes.
Feverish they write, aware of Time's passage
The bell rings. Everyone starts.
Stop writing! Out! Don't cheat!
The innocent boy has wide open eyes.

Exams over. The happiness brims over and becomes noise.
Talk over online games and gadgets.
They rejoice.

The day of relevation.
Hearts beat faster than usual.
Most are sad and bash the wall; some gloat.
Swears to study hard. Explanations.

Holidays begin. All sleep; all drunk with fatigue.
Meetings with girlfriends. Dumps. More swearing.
Fun at beaches. Overnight at houses.

A new term starts. Everything repeats.
Such is life.

The ordeal

2008-02-21T20:36:00.002+06:00

- my pathatic exam.

The boy closed his eyes. They stung a litte, though he hadn't cried. He would not cry. He will not. It was as though he had been looking at the telly for too long, though this was because he had been looking at the exam paper for too long.

He opened his eyes after a moment's rest. There was no time to waste. The open-ended comprehension part was difficult. He was average, granted. But he had revised. He had done the nessary preparations. Everything else was fine, except for that treacherous part.

Something in him had wilted after his first look at the comprehension. His heart had stopped for a moment, then resumed it's beating again. Only much faster. He couldn't help thinking that Chinese was very hard. He had done all the other questions in the paper. Only the six questions stood in his way to the finish line. But these six obstacles were tough. Astromically tough.

He read the passage with some drowsiness. Some tiny part of his mind was floating away, abandoning his body. He couldn't focus on the passage. The words didn't register in his mind.

Four more questions left. Five more minutes to rush them. He began hapzardly writing Chinese characters which amounted to only a sentence in the blanks. The teacher spoke. 'Alright,..' His heart and hand froze, body muscles tensing. 'I'll give you two more minutes. Five minutes left.' He relaxed. And began furiously doing work again.

He checked his stopwatch. One more minute. The teacher spoke again. 'Okay, time's up. Put your pens down.' What?! There was one more minute! He groaned inwardly, felt the hot blood rush to his cheeks.Felt the tears coming. They didn't come.

The teacher began collecting the papers.

'You can go now.' A rush to the two exitsout of the classroom. But he stayed back a little while. So did his two friends. They shook each other's shoulders and talked in stutters; they were that excited.Did you leave two questions? I left one; you? Hey, let's go. There's still the field trip now. Yeah, fine. He took the books under his desk and hurried after his friends.

As he ran off he didn't notice his change of clothes still underneath.

story.. again?!

2008-02-20T16:04:00.002+06:00

-partly based on my very recent encouner with a dog

The stranger walked past a house, one of many in a row he had just walked past. He wore casually on Sundays. In each ear were an Ipod's ear pieces. He nodded his head to the music.Trudging along, backpack weighed down by the week's shopping. He was a young bachelor and lived alone. His relatives had all passed away. As he passed the particular house a sudden high-pitched barking came. He started, then continue on his way. Then as he liked dogs he stopped for a little while, debating with himself. Finally he turned back. The dog was still incessantly yapping away. As he looked closer he saw the dog's tail wagging away furiously. Obviously the poor sad dog was very lonely t home.
The stranger took out a slab of somewhat frozen meat which was meant for his dinner. Oh well. He looked around, trying to find a broken off tree branch. He found it. Then he poked the slab on it skewer style. He threw the makeshift rod into the house, just slghtly above the litte dog. It smelt food and jumped up. Sharp little teeth sank into slightly cold, juicy meat.
The stranger levered the rod and its load back up over the fence. Wrenching it over took a great deal of effort for somebody who sat in a char most of the day. He gave a grunt. Zipping open his bag he took out a lttle rice sack. Acoss the road somebody stared, then walked on. It wasn't his business. Why get dragged into something? I'm innocent.
The dog, chewing at the chunk of meat, suddenly found its food being wrenched away from its jaws. The stranger threw it int the sack. The dog followed. Quick as a flash the stranger tied the bag's opening with a length of rope. The poor animal inside struggled, but to no avail.
At his house the stranger locked the door, drew the curtains and brought the sack into the two-room flat's kitchen. He poured copious amounts of oil into the french-fry cooker. The fire was turned on. Then he fetched a hammer. He used much of his strength to hit the contents of the rice sack. The muffled yapping subsided.
Breathing heavily from the exertion,the stranger opened the sack. There was a blodstained little dog inside. It was stunned. He rolled it in flour and tossed it into the french fry cooker. The cooker sizzled. The stranger rubbed his hands gleefully in anticipation of his meal. He smiled. It was vastly different from his dorky spastic smile at the office. This smile was cruel. His perfect white teeth gleamed. Of course he loved dogs. He loved them fried.
In his room was a collection of dog bones and bits of skin.

Don't call me sadistic!!

i hate my cca

2008-02-12T17:21:00.000+06:00

the damned computer just deleted what i just wrote down. I hope to bash it upside down and inside out. %%$&^&**(NBGTRE^TYEARH^I%&OEMRQ#% OMFG POOF BAMM BISH fyhr7RE*$^(W.........hagaga

Whatever, can't be bothered to write it all over again. Just know that i hate choir which makes me damned tired. and that im in sop section. and that im not a gay/ninny/haven't break voice. I can be a bass. They wouldn't let me.

some horror story.

2008-02-10T20:11:00.000+06:00

Just now as I was expelling solid waste into the the toilet bowl I had an interesting thought. I was listening to the Spirited Away theme song and I was daydreaming about a rich man with a beautiful mansion. He is a great lover of movies, of every genre and type- except for one. Horror movies. (I hate them too.) But somehow he had a collection of every single horror movie ever created. The whole works was stored in the basement, far away from his house, in the studio of a cinema he owned. He is living in the U.S, where there's room for everything. So whenever people come to his house during gatherings and parties they'd ask where the horror movies were. He'd reply that they were in the cinema of his. If they wanted he could give them the key. If they stole anything- well, they knew the horriblle consequences. Never- repeat, NEVER- anger Lord Barthermow Grouch. (the grouch part's a nickname.)
So one day a young son of his friend, freshly thrusted into the adult world, visited him. And decided to go to the cinema and watch a movie.

Someone can continue. I never finish my stories and anyway I hate ghost/horror stuff.

If some author actually manages to turn this into a publication then don't forget to thank me. If.

Hic* heheheheC*!

2008-02-10T20:01:00.000+06:00

Today I drank two cups of some ume-fruit (whatever that is ) wine. It's known as Choya and comes from Japan. So, as my sis was pouring out the wine into the glasses, I went 'What's that? I want one!' And took a glass. When I drank it it tasted much more like a non- alchoholic sour plum drink vastly diluted. I drank the first glass, about 150ml worth of wine, within 5 minutes while at the computed. It tasted good. I got up, saw the instructions on the wide cap (One part choya, one part water and some ice ncluded), followed it, and then drank it within 10 minutes. Half an hour later my ears started to turn red. Then my face felt hot. Then as I sat down to read a book I saw that some parts of my legs were turning red. Large blotchy spots of red. And then I saw that my arms were becoming like tha too. I felt unbearably hot. So after wrestling with it all for a few minutes and trying to read my stupid book I gave up and took a nap. Thirty minutes later I woke up and found myself cool again. 'Mom, how long did I sleep?' 'Oh, a very short time.' Thankfully there was no hangover whatsoever. I think that tomorrow I'll try it again.

jap anime

2008-02-09T14:42:00.000+06:00

Forget what japs one did to Singapore during the Occupation. I LOVE THIER ANIME!! KAWAII!!!! -____<' So.. two of my favs are Howl's moving castle and Spirited Away. I love the ending in Hoel's moving castle.Almost enough to make me tear. Not even very soppy Korean dramas can do that.

toliet

2008-02-09T14:37:00.000+06:00

A pretty long time ago I got it into my pea-sized brain that I was to repair the toilet. (HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THIS B4?!)
I think i talked about it before.

crazy behavior

2008-02-09T14:32:00.000+06:00

Some time ago also my class began playing table tennis or ping pong. Many people took to the table in the recess period to watch them. I not being so dumb as to waste valuable eating time ate first. So this time as recess was almost over Jin Xiang decided to play like a retard. So sfter each ball fell to the ground regardless of win or loss he went, 'YAHH!!!!' and danced. The bell rang and up everyone went. The bloody guy.

I am spastic.

2008-02-09T14:24:00.000+06:00

Some days back in D & T lesson there was a class count as not everyone had come up from the sch library. So it started along the other side. '1!' '2!' '3!' '4!' ....
until it came to my turn. My brain was wandering in space so when it came to my turn I laughed and said, 'What?' 'Say your number lah, stupid.' Some angry glances came my way. The second time I was prepared. So.. '20!' .. 'Huh? those in front never say what!' 'Got say lah, stupid. Use your small sized brain. You damn stupid sia.' Yet more glances. I was burning red. Somehow although I'm a guy I usually tear when scolded, be it harsh or soft and firm. So the tears were almost coming out but I blinked them back. The third time there was no noise being made. '20.' '21.' '22.' me? '23!' finally I got it right. But the two asses in frint of me spoke so soft I could barely hear them. Stupid small sized brats. If there were no teacher around I would have beaen them into a pulp and get myself involved in a date with the OM.

math test

2008-02-09T14:14:00.000+06:00

My mathematics test was a failure last week. I got 10/20, which is just passed. Talk about being in a good school.. But luckily to cheer things up the last test was 8/10 which is good. That made up for it, right? But the overall would still be 65%. Got to work hard. Must try getting into IP for the sake of my mom.

Also, Ryan, you can change my template to another liao. The grading is over. I suck.

slacker iss me

2008-02-09T14:10:00.000+06:00

Hmm. Seems like a very long time since I last logged in. Got alot of things to talk about. I'll start with chinese new year. Chinese new year is a time where chinese get together and get invited into other people's houses and receive hong bao/ ang pao. Supposedly one can try not putting money inside; after all it's just a gesture of goodwill. But the person who does this will be seen as a miser.

Edits

2008-02-01T19:36:00.000+06:00

Edited the $%^%^&& stuff on the blog. Hopefully that'll make it a little less....
(obscene)?!

..

2008-01-31T18:49:00.000+06:00

So, somehow Ms Fox hasn't marked mine yet. According to Ryan she only puts marks in a chatbox so I'm going to apply for one now. Hopefully this will work.

Disclamer: blahblahblahblah. < Accept> HUH?!

2008-01-29T14:54:00.000+06:00

Mam the postings are all labeled 'this is it.' There are five; you can choose any three because all are equally lousy.

RYAN!!!! MY COMPOSE THING NO FONT SIZE AND SO ON!!!!

MOre shi7 p0$Ts =[

2008-01-27T16:29:00.000+06:00

Heh. Internet can't do it but my lowly phone can.. So.. the one on the left is the poor tree which is surrounded by white walls barring one's vision of the construction.. and the demise of the tree(s)... The one on the right is my school crest. Nil Sine Labore- Nothing Without Labour. Anyway I somehow like keeping a online journal after all. How sad.

Yesterday I got it into my stupid head that I could actually do something about my shower. The showerhead is new, AND leaky, and the holder is the previous one, at least 5 years old. Most likely more. So, I got it into my head (I'm redundant) that I could change the bloody old holder to the new one.

So I started work last night and I suscessfully screwed out the bottom screw within seconds. Then I turned my attention to the upper screw. I used all my strength as both screws were rusty. So this screw.. turned... a few nanometers. And I became very angry and found more strength, SOMEHOW to screw it a little more... Then a little more... THEN a little more.... and after 2 hours my mom was complaning that she wanted to bathe and I was inside and my palms, both of them, were raw and red from pushing the screwdriver. Screw the resty screw. So I got out of the bathroom. Forgetting to replace the bottom screw was a mistake. Those who went in after me complained that the showerhead was at an angle. Not surprising.

Just now I replaced the bottom one with a new screw. My aim was actually to replace the whole holder, but the screw--- THe bloody rusted screw>>_____<<>

Last Friday was a half day due to the O-level results being surperbly great. No usual chanting of 'Half day! Half day! .. " . Guess we were all waiting for the principal to finish his speech. But we were all certain of a half day. Me? Only after putting the usual burden in my bag and arriving in school to hear the news. LOL. So there was only 1 hour of school. I met up with my friends after that to do a maths project which is to be handed up tomorrow... and one guy broke his neck last last week and idiotically could actually come but gave some lame excuse. Then I spent an hour slacking at the table tennis table.. lol.. cos my other friend was to go to the staffroom for some thing.

So me and my other friend watched the table tennis players for an hour.. Then we went to play table soccer. For another hour. Then we went Parkway to eat lunch. I spilled the medium coke of my friend's on the floor.. So we discussed... and found out that we didn't have the math assignment worksheet with us. So the only thing we could do was to buy a board. Then we went back to school to try and figure out something. Perhaps someone was also doing it and we could lent the worksheet.

FAT HOPE! Nobody was there.. So we went to the hostel and played a few more games before leaving. Hah.

eh.

2008-01-27T10:10:00.000+06:00

Well well, Ryan finally did something to my blog. congrats.

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2008-01-25T20:55:00.000+06:00

hope u like this new blogskin. Oh and cbox u GO GET URSELF LAH okay? And thats all im doing for ur blog, delete this when read...

ayah anything la

2008-01-24T20:45:00.001+06:00

Wah lao AJ something wrong one la! Girls discrimination... Lesser muscle what! Girls need to have nice figure one u know.. Winkwink Nudge Nudge

crapload of shit

2008-01-24T20:31:00.000+06:00

Today the bus something wrong 1. Go inside the scanner all got red light cannot use; sit down the doors never close... Luckily after a few stops the thing functioning liao and door also close. I sleep all the way.. past my bus stop by a bus stop. I'm redundant, using bad English. I don't care.
Also ah, today ah, 'O' level result come out. My sister got into VJ! YAY! Lol.. she ask me write 1. Definitely cannot beat her 1 la...
Then ah, yester day huh, got Mr Low principal come talk some thing about duh.. um.. Oh ya VS caning boys. Lame one sia.. Got some stupid video post on YouTube tm that some idiot boys use ruler cane other boy.. then laughlaughlaugh... They say I spastic the boys in vid even more lah! eh... I dun want post vid cos I too lazy.. go YouTube search urself lor.
ALSO AH, today got some guy come during EL lesson to give some talk on blogging. Yah like this blog. So I like the guy cos can waste lesson time.. He'll be back..
.......So ah, this guy talk about blog. Yah. And some cyber awareness crap.. I also know liao lor... And then cyber predator... Pedophile.. Offensive thing in blog.. suspension.. Come on lah!!! Somore got what ah?? Oh ya what ah.. Oh ya some illegal downloadthing. Everyone also download 1.. Lol... But I don't lah. Hate songs.. Dunno what's linkin park.. AYAH TMD NO TIME LE LA BYE

shitload of crap

2008-01-22T16:07:00.000+06:00

Ryan's down with fever. This is why the commonwealth essay I asked him to help me print is still not delivered to Ms Fox. You haven't marked yet right? Well my sparsely furnished blog is also Ryan's fault, too.....

Sincee I borrowed the fishing mag I fell in love with the beatiful boats. CABO yachts is nice. www.caboyachts.com and fountainpowerboats www.fountainpowerboats.com . So unoriginal names... If I have the money I'll buy them. But some problems exist. 1: My parents won't let me. 2: they are located in the US, both of them.

Chinese neww year is coming soon. There's one nice fella who keeps sending my dad a hamper, year.. after year... after year. I don't mind, of course... But my family seems to take big occasions not seriously. At christmas we don't have christmas carols or turkey or even pork or chicken. At easter we pass by it as if it's just any other day. At National Day we stay at home and sulk. At Chinese New Year we don't spring clean, we don't decorate, we don't have plans, we don't put those sweet- holders on the table. At least there are sweets. And at least there will be the ang pows and so on and so forth.But I don't get to keep the money. It gets stored into a shared bank account and my parents can withdraw it. How could they! It was, after all, meant for me. Humbug.

post- official posting

2008-01-21T14:53:00.000+06:00

Firstly, Anjie got knocked down by a lorry. He broke his collarbone. W00t! no la,...
Secondly,... eh? On yeah. Me and Jin Xiang trashed up sec 1s who spinned at the table soccer machine. NOthing else.
Thirdly...eh.. what? Eh... DUH>....< I got MY OWN COM! almost, anyway. and its not a laptop.

This is it.

2008-01-19T19:45:00.000+06:00

Okay this is the LAST POST. Ms Fox you can take any of the five posts. I think all are titled 'This is it.'. This is because I myself don't know which one is good; all really are equally bad.
So, this last post is about me. As usual. Anyway, the poor strangler fig tree is definitely gonna go. And, the condo stretches very long and wide. I hope that the estate I live in will faster en bloc so I won't have to see the thing being built and hear the noise. Also somehow I don't think that this is personal recount, but--

Last year when I went to Pattaya, Thailand, for a choir competition, we had two day's worth of shopping. I bought a fishing rod somewhere, collaspible. I wanted to use it back in sunny Singapore but the bag containing it and fishing acessories was chuckd into the storeroom. Lately I have been reading some fishing magazine and it fired up my old interests. So last night I took out the forgotten plastic bag and the stuff in it. Looking at everything I managed to assemble it all together but when I wound back my line the line got STUCK. So I cut off the line. Waste of money.. So I cut off the line and tried again, this time using a heavier sinker. It worked. Lesson learnt: Use heavier sinkers.
So today when my father finally came home from mahjong I made him promise him to take me fishing. Weary with sleep he agreed. So next week I'm going fishing! YES! However I didn't buy a anything to keep bait and fish in. Guess we'll have to give it all to oher anglers.

test failed

2008-01-18T19:47:00.000+06:00

okay fine that didn't work at all.
but that's a version of Phantom of the opera so if you want to see go see. Yes. Whatever. Bloody ryan help me get my pictures back.... and add a song..

test test 123

2008-01-18T19:44:00.000+06:00

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=MmI9gAyNPyE

This is it.

2008-01-18T19:38:00.000+06:00

Okay I don't care about the posting crap thingy now. I think. And it's not my fault that I can't download videos from youtube and that the pictures are blank right?

This is it.

2008-01-17T20:09:00.000+06:00

Today we had a fire drill exercise. I think that all schools had it. I was a little annoyed by the fact that it was the last period of the day and the drill would make me late, in a sense. Also last year when the OM announced a fire in the canteen at least we heard a explosion and since my class was near the canteen we could see smoke and flames. This year's exercise had no hint of releasticy around it. I sat in the the new artificial turf school field and plucked out the black grains of rubber which acted like soil and I threw them against my friend's shirt, complaning about the boringness of it all.
The exercise reminded me of fire drills in my primary school. Once the venue for the assembly area was the school field. We laughed all the way there- not serious at all- and sat down to chat. I begun playing with the sand at my feet. I competed with my ex- classmate to see who could gather the most sand. I did and he lost interest and ignored me. I grouped the two piles together, taking sand from the bottom and pouring it on the top. In the end it looked like a minature mountain.
At last, after about ten minutes of sitting on the hot field, the teachers began to dismiss us class by class. When it was my class's turn I stood up stiffly and kicked the pile of sand. It blew away with the wind.
Also, somehow all school have a few ghost stories or the other. Victoria has stories of ghosts in the hostel and throughout the school; my primary school had a resident ghost in the third floor. At PE one time my classmate exclaimed and pointed at the window. 'I saw the skeleton in the lab moving!' she said. I turned back and saw it too. Another blink, and there was no shadow anymore. It seemed as though the thing had not survived the rebuilding of the school; no more sightings any more.

This is it.

2008-01-16T14:57:00.000+06:00

There is a certain programme in the English department of the school called the English Reading Program(me). Actually there is one in chinese too, I don't know if all the mother tongues have them. So I have already borrowed two books in the past week till this week and read them both. Until the end. So now all I have to do is to pick an assignment in the activity book, do it, and Fin.
Of course, I currently don't have the activity book; threw it away last year. I thought we were going to use new ones 'cos last year I saw Secondary Twos using a blue- backed cover version of the activity book. Similarly I threw away all my physics, chemistry and biology workbooks which are, to quote the science teachers, 'Sold only by Victoria School, questions by Victoria and ONLY THIS COPY.' So I'm at a serious disadvantage.
Last week I borrowed ' The Picture of Dorian Gray'. It was, simply, boring and made me a little uncomfortable for unknown reasons. This week I borrowed... what did I borrow? Ah. 'The Five Little Pigs' by Agatha Cristie. It was amazingly good a mystery novel, keeping the suspense in with a twist at the end. There was a naughty little girl character, Angela, whom I seem to have something in common.
Angela as a girl played pranks on her sister's husband. She put salt in his beer, talked back and even put slugs in his bed. I remember the naughtiest thing I did was when my mother hired a maid. That was about six to seven years ago so it's quite a dim memory.
I somehow hate new things, be it in the past or currently. So I hated the unknown new maid. On her night of arrival I took a balloon, went upstairs, filled it with water and tied a knot. Then I waited until the maid had walked into the hall. I ran down and threw the water bomb at her. -------http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=sm_7vJ2LO2E.After that I can only remember that she cried, a picture of utter sadness and misery. And somehow I could still laugh. I was pretty coldhearted.
Thankfully I like old things. Thus a week or two later I was already, together with my sister, trying to teach the maid English, how to mop the floor. A year later she was buying things from the minimart, like snacks and a sort of 'everlasting bubble', for me and singing me songs to help me go to sleep.
Life is queer indeed.

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2008-01-16T14:21:00.002+06:00

The llama is llame. So... I don't seem to have anything else to write about. Guess I'm dead... Wait.. Got some lame thing to write about..

LOL

2008-01-16T14:21:00.001+06:00

adopt your own virtual pet!

Huh?!

2008-01-14T19:56:00.000+06:00

Im gonna do the same thing as just now the post i published didn't come out. Stupid. ............................
I guessthat the fracture post was too long. And why does the picture in the previous post not load?! ARGHHH!!!

Huh?

2008-01-14T19:53:00.000+06:00

I get the feeling that the fracture post was too long. And my picture in the previous post doesn't load. Sigh.

This is it.

2008-01-14T19:14:00.000+06:00

This morning the vice principal Mr Minjut, or something like that, talked about the first-aid supplies had already run out in the third week of school. Everyone laughed. Not only because of the way the vice principal said it but because we had been sitting down for two-thirds of an hour. That was the only form of unwinding our sore bodies...
So, it wasn't actually that funny after all. Mr Minjut told us to be careful of how we played our sports. Then he started on a story of how a boy got injured. The boy's wrist bones were broken, and how he was brave enough to not cry. That reminded me of an incident i had back in primary 5 or 6.
I was somewhat fitter in primary school than the present. This was because I visited the Fitness Corner, as I called it, every recess. I could do 15 pullups; now i can do 9. Also there was more free time which is currently being taken up by school assignments like this. And lastly, my bicycle was not spoiled or stolen. I pity all bicycles i buy; my first went missing in Sec 1 and when i bought another 3 months passed and someone else stole it.
So this incident, it happened at the Fitness Corner. I swang around on the steel pullup bars like a monkey, back and forth. It was pretty cooling. Then as I swang higher and higher, taunted by friends, I lost my grip. I swung back, fell about a metre and groaned. I lay there for a few minutes, letting the blackness fade away. When i stood up my two wrists hurt. I was excused from school that day.
My worried father drove to pick me up from the General Office. At the hospital I was told my right ulna or radius bone was broken; a hairline fracture. Two trainees ( I suspected) put a Plaster of Paris on my broken area and one asked me, " How did you get this fracture?" I replied " Swinging around and doing pullups." " How many can you do?" "12 at least." The trainee let out a whistle. I guess he had never encountered such a wierd character.
As after 3 days I was already itching like mad I begged my parents to let me open it. They relented and 2 minutes later I let out a contented sigh and waved my arm around.

I went back to the hospital a week later and was given a new plastic blue cast. That would never come out unless the doctor used a special rotating circular saw to cut it open. I went home, itched, peeled some blue cast off, and drilled dozens of holes in it using a screwdriver. My arm was free again. Back to the hospital; the doctor said that I was very lucky. By then my fracture had healed and I did not need any more casts. What I learnt? Not to be a monkey.

This is it.

2008-01-13T15:25:00.000+06:00

Yesterday when I walked out from home I walked pass the typical sight. But there was something extra, something I did not welcome. There was a plot of government- owned land beside the MRT station and a few months back there was a sign saying that this land was on sale. Usually I dodge under the old parking barrier and walk up to the station. But the day before the way had been blocked by white metal barriers. Admittedly last week I had seen wooden bars on the wire fences. This week they had added the barriers.

My guess is that some private developer has bought the land. The land is most likely to be converted into a condominium, swimming pool and all. The plot of land opposite it has undergone a similiar fate. Once a little grassland where boys played soccer, it is now a upmarket condominium. My friend lives there and I went there for her housewarming party. Yes, it was nice, definitely, to be in a confortable condominium with all the great things that come with it. But frankly, I would rather have the grassland.

Isn't Singapore supposed to be a green city? Then why are all these open, green spaces being converted into brick buildings? The urban jungle of Singapore is spreading, colonizing green fields. I guess it has to do with the size of Singapore. As there are more people there has to be more buildings. But at least retain a few places where people can relax and unwind.

The condominium- to- be is beautiful; i like it the way it is. There is a fence seperating it into two halves. Nature has taken root there, covering the ground and the fence with green. There is also a magnificent strangler fig tree- at the top of the post. It is old, branches spreading outwards. I think it is a Banyan tree. I only hope they don't cut the tree down. Perhaps i shall be fortunate to capture it on my camera before it falls.

This is it.

2008-01-13T15:15:00.000+06:00

Yes. This is it. My sister didn't want me to use at first and currently she's watching me. So what.

...Yeah so the official blogging started yesterday but there was no time to post anything. As for the things i am supposed to post I don't think I can live up to Ms Fox's expectations. I'm a pretty boring person, quite unlike most others.

So, this assignment. Starts from next post and I'm gonna post my usual crap and then at the end of it all use edit to tell Ms Fox which one she's going to use. This assignment is supposed to be 150-200 words per entry, from 12 Jan to 20 Jan, should demostrate writer's ability to use language features and structures, entertain and inform, include the use of at least one other media other than text, as a personal recount, vivid descriptions, blahblah.

The coverage of my assignment is to allow me to not see my paper and write. Easier, isn't it? So... I'm gonna start.

Arggh.

2008-01-11T20:25:00.000+06:00

I feel so tired. The mean sister of mine locked the computer. Her com, to be exact, but now the downstairs computer is locked I have a right to use it. how DARE she! I have a million things to say but since im such a kind, nice boy i shall not say it to her. Firstly: since she is earning her own keep now why not buy her own laptop?! That computer wasn't hers! Talk so much! Go marry and get herself lost! Sigh.. whatever. The official blog posting crap starts tomorrow. I shall have to think of some interesting thing to share about.

..

2008-01-10T16:51:00.001+06:00

Everything just died.

Choir

2008-01-10T16:23:00.000+06:00

Okay by now you should have know that muah CCA is choir. Yes i sing. Today was the official first practice of the year/month. And guess what?! I WAS LATE!!!! Blame it all on that bloody Timo. Say his mom will send me to school from his house then in the end his mom dizzy never send i had to RUN 1km++ and possibly more to school, sweating when i reached the choir room. My heart was pumping madly and the Sec 1s looked at me curiously. I went to Timo's house to do a project anyway, and played a online game while i was at it. The online game is Risk, http://www.conquerclub.com . So i met my new juniors. Sec 2 only and a senior! Yay!

Okay back to the point. The junior were okay. One had a particularly squeaky high voice (im in soprano section) and a particularly small body. We "Re-auditioned" again to see if we could still sing Soprano. I was told i could reach a high "D6". 6 stands for whateveridunno. So after some 1 hour of fooling around the juniors came in. One guy named Mel.......(Long name) is half or fully Dutch. Thankfully Singapore is pretty un-tolorant of racism. No riots whatsoever. Oh yeah so Mal or Mel? is a smarty-pants. He has a girlish laugh, which everyone laughed at. I hope his singing is good so he can join, though he wants to join Concert Band. I put CB as my first choice last year, and sadly i didn't get in. But now choir seems good too. Thankfully the day ended 3 hours after, about 2.15 till 4.48. The suffering is in the future.

Actually i hope this can be used as the blog posting school assignment. This is because i don't have alot of things i can talk about. Sigh.

Commonwealth Essay.

2008-01-09T20:03:00.001+06:00

Go and publish without writing a word. Editing now. <<>> <_______< Yes there is this thing called the commonwealth essay. Im working on it now. The sad thing is that: 1, my com connected to printer spoiled. 2, the printer spoiled. 3, this com is yellow. Don't ask me why. I dunno. 4, this caused me to place wrong army in a online risk game.
Bloody hell.

Okay so there is this commonwealth essay. I'm redundant. There are 6 topics and i having hard time choose. TMD just pick one also cannot get one. Ryan nice blogskin Ffer help me leh.

Lame Post.

2008-01-08T20:36:00.000+06:00

Barry has threatened to sue me for copyrights or plagarism. He might not have read this post tonight 'cos he has slept but tomorrow night he'll see it. To avoid any 'jacking' i will comply. Just wait.

estascy; whatever you spell it.

2008-01-07T16:09:00.000+06:00

Oh yeah. I know how to create link! YEAH!

* B.T.W. the serious blog posting should start next week. Adios. Whatever.

Ah Well.

2008-01-06T13:32:00.000+06:00

Hey this isn't nice. 4 days old this blog is (right?) and nobody came yet. Please note that all previous posts have nothing to do with my assignment whatsoever. Also my com crashed and i am using father's laptop. And i am Sec 2 and i feel really sad. The carefree days are over. Add 'Ton Of Homework' to everything. To Barry or fellow mates. please post comment and links to everyone's blogs. Thnks.

More about Me

2008-01-04T16:50:00.000+06:00

So. this blog is named foosball spazz. Foosball = table soccer to me. What you do? okay you insert a dollar, pull a handle and out comes some balls. put one inside and use some rods with TPM (Tiny Plastic Men) attached to kick the ball around. Simple eh. It does not involve running other than to the toilet/ change coins. In other words it is THE perfect sport and should be taken up by my school. Period.

Links.

2008-01-04T16:48:00.000+06:00

Okay text colour. Um.. i have many people who added this pathatic blog to their links. I dunno how to add. Someone help make comment how to do? And change template?

Grouching

2008-01-04T16:45:00.000+06:00

Eh. This blog is solely for school purposes and will be deleted soon after. Yay. okay how do i add music to this blog like my friends?

Will get back later.

soccer sucks. TABLE soccer rocks.

the last official post

wadaveerrrrrr.

my blog is dead.

wahahaha. diao?!!

im dead.

fuck my sis.

stupid SBS driver.

Doomned.

CY's house

national day

sigh. exams.

sigh. Blogs....

national day. =.='

oh yay. tiger deck.

my card obsession.

my ACTUaL wishlist

my wishlist.

the crisis has passed

WHY?!!!!!

card collector's dream

add-on

happenings. (taken from inQbox)

randomization

new day, same shit.

fill it in urself, i dunt care.

sch's in.I'm out.

Moving house

more mopings. .... ..... ....

choir trip

Books galore.

latest updates on choir stuff

LOL. posted on Wx's blog. diaoz.

exams... -_______-"

bubble tea XD

the womanizer

-___- d&t

diorama woes

the doll

Rhapsody

lol new up date. (obvious.)

yay. tonle sap.Then no more!! w00t!

oh to hell with a title.

oh dear. :(

$^W%$& TOT. SHi..7!

why are there so many.

more pictures

more photos

Cambodia photos:)

Cambodia trip travel journal

More short stories..

NAA- the National Abuse Authority

Post-exam trumatic stress disorder

what? Can't you see anything?!

The nano WARS

The third world war.

The life of schoolboy

The ordeal

story.. again?!

i hate my cca

some horror story.

Hic* heheheheC*!

jap anime

toliet

crazy behavior

I am spastic.

math test

slacker iss me

Edits

..

Disclamer: blahblahblahblah. < Accept> HUH?!

MOre shi7 p0$Ts =[

eh.

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ayah anything la

crapload of shit

shitload of crap

post- official posting

This is it.

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