couldnt really put my mind into bloggin nowadays. its jus spending my time with ali g. shall run thru the events quickly. if i can rmb.
v-day was pretty much another day for us. the atmosphere was pretty stale. freaking stale. the only highlight is bandishing vulgar language at girls who squeam pathetically in delight affter getting one stalk of flower. i mean its like only one stalk of flower, you are already so high. what if someone gives you a big bouquet 0f your favorite flowers? wouldnt you just get an orgasm then start to hyperventilate. your lungs will next collapse, and before you knew it, your heart stops beating and then you elaspe into a fit of spasms. by the time the paramedics come, they will pronounce you braindead.
ok enough. on a serious note, i sincerely wish to see this happening to some of the girls. i don mind paying for the flowers. its nt as if i cant afford it. but at times, it really puzzles me to a huge extent. i dont see guys getting into a fit by recieveing something. unless its like a noob standing in front of a naked girl. i can think of who. hahah. (HECK LA*)
its one of my childhood fantasies.
next was cny reunion dinner. we had it at my 2nd aunt house. with approxiamately 3/8 of the family. i guess its due to the fact that we couldnt book any posh restaurant like previous years, so we have to settle for a simpler meal of having a steamboat dinner. it wasnt that posh, but most importantly its the food. damn lot of meat, prawns, and chicken wings. me n my cousin was the last to leave the table, as always. i wonder when would adults stop saying that we are still going thru puberty when my cousin is alrdy 21?
evrytime when we meet up with all the aunts and uncles, my n all of my cousin will b group into the little kids category. we have a different table when we eat in the restaurant. we probably have to wait another 20 more years bfore they would stop asking me which secondary sch i m in when i m in a jc or how was BMT in the army when im having a mohawk hairstyle. probably, like wad my cousin said, we should all prepare a small book of our current status. then issue them when we see our aunt n uncles and then update them periodically when we meet them.
the 1st day of cny was going to some uncle's condo n celebrating there. as usual was the,"wow, you have grwon taller/fatter/skinnier, etc" collected all the angbaos that we could possibly get bfore attacking the food. after 3 servings i still wasnt full. i really think there is a worm in my stomach. there was like tasmanian devils running and screaming about while we eat. provided an entertaining show for us.
after that we went over to my mum's side. total boredom though it was quite high collecting all the angbaos and aunts commenting that i m damn shuai for the past few years, straight. it was spending the rest of the day watching tv. super productive.
the 2nd day was spend watching epic movie. it was hilarious. full of american jokes. there was mainly kids in the theatre so most of the time me n my cousin was laughing away to some sick stuff. the rest were probably thinkin wad we were luffing about. went to back to my house then back to my cousin house for more food.
3rd day was seoul garden with e class. no comments.
i m stuck with my bestie for gp project. thx to my friendly indian friend. wicked. anyhoo. i duno wad to say. just feel like swearing and speaking like a bloody british.
rape me by nirvana is nice.
hah.
keep it real.
v-day was pretty much another day for us. the atmosphere was pretty stale. freaking stale. the only highlight is bandishing vulgar language at girls who squeam pathetically in delight affter getting one stalk of flower. i mean its like only one stalk of flower, you are already so high. what if someone gives you a big bouquet 0f your favorite flowers? wouldnt you just get an orgasm then start to hyperventilate. your lungs will next collapse, and before you knew it, your heart stops beating and then you elaspe into a fit of spasms. by the time the paramedics come, they will pronounce you braindead.
ok enough. on a serious note, i sincerely wish to see this happening to some of the girls. i don mind paying for the flowers. its nt as if i cant afford it. but at times, it really puzzles me to a huge extent. i dont see guys getting into a fit by recieveing something. unless its like a noob standing in front of a naked girl. i can think of who. hahah. (HECK LA*)
its one of my childhood fantasies.
next was cny reunion dinner. we had it at my 2nd aunt house. with approxiamately 3/8 of the family. i guess its due to the fact that we couldnt book any posh restaurant like previous years, so we have to settle for a simpler meal of having a steamboat dinner. it wasnt that posh, but most importantly its the food. damn lot of meat, prawns, and chicken wings. me n my cousin was the last to leave the table, as always. i wonder when would adults stop saying that we are still going thru puberty when my cousin is alrdy 21?
evrytime when we meet up with all the aunts and uncles, my n all of my cousin will b group into the little kids category. we have a different table when we eat in the restaurant. we probably have to wait another 20 more years bfore they would stop asking me which secondary sch i m in when i m in a jc or how was BMT in the army when im having a mohawk hairstyle. probably, like wad my cousin said, we should all prepare a small book of our current status. then issue them when we see our aunt n uncles and then update them periodically when we meet them.
the 1st day of cny was going to some uncle's condo n celebrating there. as usual was the,"wow, you have grwon taller/fatter/skinnier, etc" collected all the angbaos that we could possibly get bfore attacking the food. after 3 servings i still wasnt full. i really think there is a worm in my stomach. there was like tasmanian devils running and screaming about while we eat. provided an entertaining show for us.
after that we went over to my mum's side. total boredom though it was quite high collecting all the angbaos and aunts commenting that i m damn shuai for the past few years, straight. it was spending the rest of the day watching tv. super productive.
the 2nd day was spend watching epic movie. it was hilarious. full of american jokes. there was mainly kids in the theatre so most of the time me n my cousin was laughing away to some sick stuff. the rest were probably thinkin wad we were luffing about. went to back to my house then back to my cousin house for more food.
3rd day was seoul garden with e class. no comments.
i m stuck with my bestie for gp project. thx to my friendly indian friend. wicked. anyhoo. i duno wad to say. just feel like swearing and speaking like a bloody british.
rape me by nirvana is nice.
hah.
keep it real.
PRO-ness
ali g in da house...
respect
hope you rmb this tky. hah.
y is lyk evrybdy wanting to go back to ny for v-day? i cant go though. sianed abt it. restrictions, personal ones.
time to blog proper post.
this week damn hectic. training extends to almost 3 times a week. on friday we played total of seven matches. i starred in all 7. i think i sprained all my fingers. got numb when i went home. freak me out throughoutly.
damn disappointed with my results though. din get back all but was already quite pathetic. tragic.
anyway, boon did a ummm nt so bad bt nt so good job abt shooing our "BEST FRIEND" away. respect, my man, tat u dig up the courage. _l_ for making me miss out and nt letting many others who are dying to contribute in it. gosh, i wonder how he feel. though its quite harsh, bt i still think that he still didnt get the msg. anyway, its still best to plan early. wadeva.
gosh, i cant imagine ppl so thick skin as to demand wad they want for any occassion. absolutely uncute. total fcuk up. moreover, some others still went back to their old ways. gosh. it still makes me sick. how far do you wan to go? i m nt jealous bt very much worried for your freaking suay victims. jus fcking rot and die. please. save me, save urself and save many others tat fall into ur trap of.... you know... argh fck it.
i really need to speak chinese more often man. i have such hard time conversing wif my ah ma using chinese. thx my class for making me speak english all the time. especially wif boon who cant speak for nuts. others who have cheena ppl out there b thankful as there is sme sort of existence. don understand y ppl hate chinese, even though i suck at it. gosh, i sound wierd speaking chinese too.
nth else.
i'm hungry.
i'm thinking of smeone.
respect (ali g style)
When The Stars Go Blue
Dancin' where the stars go blue
Dancin' where the evening fell
Dancin' in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown
Dancin' out on 7th street
Dancin' through the underground
Dancin' little marionette
Are you happy now?
Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue, blue
When the stars go blue
Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby
The Corrs Ft Bono
enjoy.
had our school's x-country yesterday at MacRichie (or whatever way you want to spell it) was an official for some prize giving thing. arrange the prizes and you get a free official tshirt and a records in the books. too much to ask for considering wad i did was jus arranging the trophies and chilling away.
seriously, its a pathetic life you will lead if you are a leech. bt who ask wierd and stupid-whatever-for qns after saying hi to one another unwillingly. he stuck to the han and kwang wei in the begining. they didnt come back till quite late. keith and i was fantasing about them killing one another in the forest and hopefully tie him up the tree and let the monkeys stone him. in the end they came walking back in different groups. that is, with his bestie frm another class, alive. so much for world peace. i'm utterly dismayed.
Mr Ng was sitting at some slope near the tentage. by himself. eating his own stuff and playing with a branch. wierd. he was sitting there for quite a long duration. and we dared not talk to him. o wells, left it to the girls to cheer him up.
saw something that i wasnt supppose to see during the prize presentation. it was damn obvious. one glance was all you have to to notice it. gosh, was it that cold there? i hate it when girls eyeing for guys. they have this kind of wierd look. nvm.
went to town in the evening. waited for 2 and a half hours for the girls. we suppose to meet at 5. imba-ness. lucky i have boon. he was damn gay. wearing all white, like backshtreet boys clad in all white. saw damn lot of fashion disasters at orchard, excluding/inculding boon, wadeva way you want it. imagine some bald guy wearing a long coat, tight 3/4 jeans with army boots. catastrophic. i want to congrats boon for walking into a women's boutique for the very first time in his life.
saw shuenlin at wisma. i swear i heard some girls name being called out. boon said it was my name. o wells. anyhoo, shuenlin please shout louder and clearer. heard of something from her.
i saw this website: http://www.bloggang.com/viewblog.php?id=jeban&group=7
interesting, aint it?
i was wondering why do we still miss first 3 months so badly now after 1 yr. perhaps its an anniversary of some sort for our frienship. the good and bad had come and go. it wasnt a test of friendship, its just a time to look back and smile to see how much we remembered. after all its all fate. take it and live with it, make the best out of it. ultimately, it will still benefits you. sometimes, i think that it was a good thing coming into SR. however, a big sacrifice must be made. maybe lifes so much better here. unlike others that live in some other realm. heard frm shuen that life's kind of bad back in ny. i duno to feel guilty or lucky for myself. feelign guilty cos i cant be there for an old friend, lucky cos i don have to go through this emotional turmoil. selfish i m, bt i spent a lot of time pondering over the big "if". however, its still an "if" after all. its jus a fantasy, a dream. once its over, pick urself up and make the best out of evrything that you have now.
never regret. there is no need and no time to. cos its aways better to look forward and put the energy enjoying yourself with wadeva you have.
fucked-up day.
laterr.
Sugarland- These Are The Days
i love the small guitar. cute.
Go Youtube.com and search for sessions @ AOL. many artist perform live on it. nice~
