i love this ad. fed ex makes wonderful ad. i cant deny it.
my sis fish passed away today.
a moment of silence please.
i'm starting to miss it.
goo nei hoon is milk powder in hokkien. hokkien is a kind of cool language where all the bengs use. i'm a hokkien. i love hokkien mee.
did completely nothing over the weekends. burnt the entire day standing at the window, watching tv, playing the com. i m feeling damn emo now. damn guilty for not studying. anyway, i really love my neighbourhood. there is all kind of people living here, from the freaking hot ones to those damn wierd ones. there is one hot tall girl whose father has damn lot of tattoo and carry a crumpler bag; there is some black guy with a chinese wife (nt navin); some mao zedong ppl; a japanese family; plenty of awful karaoke singing family; a couple foreplaying without turning off their lights; some chee ko peh without wearing his shirt and plenty others handsome kids like me. what i like to tell the world today is the old ah pek and the foreplaying couple.
there is an man, in his fifties. i think, always loitering my part of the neighbourhood. i always catch him sitting at the chairs at the void deck with his shirt off. anyway, he like to stare at people. his eyes will just stick at you until you go out of sight. i was kind of pissed when he diao. i never did confront him, even though i wish i did. if i were to confront him, i plan to get navin to scold him in hokkien. how cool is that, indian talking hokkien. what is worst is when some girl walk past him. i could imagine him staring at her body parts and after she walks off, he immediately whip out his willy and start to play with it. anyway, i saw him peeing at a drain along a common walk way. i wonder did his brain dissolve into pee and he pee-ed it out.
my block is facing another shorter block. so i can easily look into the rooms at an angle. and that room which i have direct view of stays a recently married couple. so one night, i saw that particular couple doing some wierd stuff in their room. i realise it was foreplay after staring intently for damn long. it involves the usual if you want to know, grabbing, kissing, poking, stabbing, blah blah. by then, i was already bored. when i returned, they already off their lights but left their tv on. so i guessed they move on to their main dish. pretty obscene experience i might say for a boy like me. but this year they added curtains on. quite wasted. dang.
voyuerism. without the sexual feelings.
told you my neighbourhood is interesting.
o ya. i was watching TV1 (some malaysian channel) and i was watching some of their locally produced serials where there was one team playing volleyball against another. guess wad, one of the team was wearing some green stipped long sleeve playing. firstly, who would wear long sleeve to play vball? o wells, you cant blame them, cos they are... and the show is from... so its... anyway, i kind of like the idea of staying in a kampong near the sea in malaysia. we can climb coconut trees everyday and play with rubber seeds. that was sacarstic if you dont know wad i mean. nvm. the whole railway line (nt MRT, the choo choo train kind) in singapore that connects m'sia to spore is own by malaysia, so the stretch of land the track is on is owned by m'sia. mdm kok pek har told us that. she was saying how unresonable they are. hah. now you know. just some random facts. please dont start some petition or demostrations.
someone please tell me to study.
mayb i can start a collage of all the people that asked me to.
hmmm thats kind of cool.
send me ur pic if you want.
lameness.
someone said this: the orang utan is a much better parent than ashton kutcher.
let you go figure.
ciaosss
did completely nothing over the weekends. burnt the entire day standing at the window, watching tv, playing the com. i m feeling damn emo now. damn guilty for not studying. anyway, i really love my neighbourhood. there is all kind of people living here, from the freaking hot ones to those damn wierd ones. there is one hot tall girl whose father has damn lot of tattoo and carry a crumpler bag; there is some black guy with a chinese wife (nt navin); some mao zedong ppl; a japanese family; plenty of awful karaoke singing family; a couple foreplaying without turning off their lights; some chee ko peh without wearing his shirt and plenty others handsome kids like me. what i like to tell the world today is the old ah pek and the foreplaying couple.
there is an man, in his fifties. i think, always loitering my part of the neighbourhood. i always catch him sitting at the chairs at the void deck with his shirt off. anyway, he like to stare at people. his eyes will just stick at you until you go out of sight. i was kind of pissed when he diao. i never did confront him, even though i wish i did. if i were to confront him, i plan to get navin to scold him in hokkien. how cool is that, indian talking hokkien. what is worst is when some girl walk past him. i could imagine him staring at her body parts and after she walks off, he immediately whip out his willy and start to play with it. anyway, i saw him peeing at a drain along a common walk way. i wonder did his brain dissolve into pee and he pee-ed it out.
my block is facing another shorter block. so i can easily look into the rooms at an angle. and that room which i have direct view of stays a recently married couple. so one night, i saw that particular couple doing some wierd stuff in their room. i realise it was foreplay after staring intently for damn long. it involves the usual if you want to know, grabbing, kissing, poking, stabbing, blah blah. by then, i was already bored. when i returned, they already off their lights but left their tv on. so i guessed they move on to their main dish. pretty obscene experience i might say for a boy like me. but this year they added curtains on. quite wasted. dang.
voyuerism. without the sexual feelings.
told you my neighbourhood is interesting.
o ya. i was watching TV1 (some malaysian channel) and i was watching some of their locally produced serials where there was one team playing volleyball against another. guess wad, one of the team was wearing some green stipped long sleeve playing. firstly, who would wear long sleeve to play vball? o wells, you cant blame them, cos they are... and the show is from... so its... anyway, i kind of like the idea of staying in a kampong near the sea in malaysia. we can climb coconut trees everyday and play with rubber seeds. that was sacarstic if you dont know wad i mean. nvm. the whole railway line (nt MRT, the choo choo train kind) in singapore that connects m'sia to spore is own by malaysia, so the stretch of land the track is on is owned by m'sia. mdm kok pek har told us that. she was saying how unresonable they are. hah. now you know. just some random facts. please dont start some petition or demostrations.
someone please tell me to study.
mayb i can start a collage of all the people that asked me to.
hmmm thats kind of cool.
send me ur pic if you want.
lameness.
someone said this: the orang utan is a much better parent than ashton kutcher.
let you go figure.
ciaosss
Better Than Ezra- Juicy
sexy video.
wed was a off day for me but when we came back on thurs, it was sort of a damn long day. as usual, massively lot of ppl pon school since the next day would be our gp paper. have not much confidence for gp though. was practically falling asleep but thanks to the freaking cold aircon it kept me up and shivering. i couldnt feel my pinky, it was kinda of numb. my pinky gets numb easily, may be i should get some sort of finger caps made of wool and wear it for exams. it wouldnt be that cold.
after gp went out to coffeeshop to have some indian food with my indian friend. decided to go watch spiderman eventhough it was kind of late to do so. 2 of us went, both guys. kind of gay but no choice. ok, its damn gay. the nearest timing we could catch the movie was a lido. going to town with another guy. from an all boy school, i wouldnt have any reservations going out with another guy. that doesnt mean i m gay, even though i have gay friends. anyway, i realised that my mom's birthday is also on that day itself. therefore i have to go get some present of some sort for my mom. even more legend, 2 guys going to buy present. after that, we purposely drag time to go into the cinema so that we can go in when the lights are already off so that no one can see us clearly. some bloody ang moh took our seats, when we asked them to check their seat no, they insisted that it is at the other end. bloody hell, being gracious students we decided to jus go to sit at some empty seats. by the way, there wasnt any leg room. zero. once u put ur foot down, there is no space to move ur legs. if u cross ur legs, ur shoe will probably hit the head of the person in front. mayb thats why the fat ang moh dont want to move, its just that they cant move. anyway, there were plenty of infants in the theatre, screaming at times. i also gotten a narration from one of the kids. the movie was damn draggy. boredom. not that good i suppose.
without any offical vball training, i have lost my tan already, kind of some white chicken. anyway, luckily there are one or two enthu ones to go help with the j1s. i think the girls will only benefit. not the guys. after nationals, everyone started to heck about the cca. its kind of funny. the blog is kind of like a joke. it was started before our nationals and immediately abandoned after that. o wells.
i'm tired from not doing anything.
shall update later.
this post is kind of dumb.
dumb.
what type of bell is dumb?
sorry, its nt funny.
some people make me sick.
after gp went out to coffeeshop to have some indian food with my indian friend. decided to go watch spiderman eventhough it was kind of late to do so. 2 of us went, both guys. kind of gay but no choice. ok, its damn gay. the nearest timing we could catch the movie was a lido. going to town with another guy. from an all boy school, i wouldnt have any reservations going out with another guy. that doesnt mean i m gay, even though i have gay friends. anyway, i realised that my mom's birthday is also on that day itself. therefore i have to go get some present of some sort for my mom. even more legend, 2 guys going to buy present. after that, we purposely drag time to go into the cinema so that we can go in when the lights are already off so that no one can see us clearly. some bloody ang moh took our seats, when we asked them to check their seat no, they insisted that it is at the other end. bloody hell, being gracious students we decided to jus go to sit at some empty seats. by the way, there wasnt any leg room. zero. once u put ur foot down, there is no space to move ur legs. if u cross ur legs, ur shoe will probably hit the head of the person in front. mayb thats why the fat ang moh dont want to move, its just that they cant move. anyway, there were plenty of infants in the theatre, screaming at times. i also gotten a narration from one of the kids. the movie was damn draggy. boredom. not that good i suppose.
without any offical vball training, i have lost my tan already, kind of some white chicken. anyway, luckily there are one or two enthu ones to go help with the j1s. i think the girls will only benefit. not the guys. after nationals, everyone started to heck about the cca. its kind of funny. the blog is kind of like a joke. it was started before our nationals and immediately abandoned after that. o wells.
i'm tired from not doing anything.
shall update later.
this post is kind of dumb.
dumb.
what type of bell is dumb?
sorry, its nt funny.
some people make me sick.
i already deleted the previous post, din want to make a big fuss out of nth. its kind of childish to ask this kind of question when you clearly know the answer. whoever the person is, please stay out of my business, my life. are you imbecile? if not stop asking this kind of questions. do me a favor. go screw the door knob and please use superclue as lubricant.
good riddance.
hello my new found friend!
good riddance.
hello my new found friend!
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SCREWED IT.
WASTED MY BLOODY EFFORT.
FUCK LA.
XEBEI DU LAN, SIA LAN AND LAN LAN
WAH BUEY LUN LIAO.
my cousin made this new movie. i am advertising it here since he paid me an undisclosed amount of money. blah.
for more information-
PLEASE SUPPORT!
my cousin happens to be the director.
there is JJ lin and Jin Sha too.
i think i m going to starr in his next movie.
i think i m going to starr in his next movie.
talks are still ongoing.
for more info, talk to my manager.
mother's day is today, my family didnt celebrate it at all. not that i dont love my mum and all. its just that when i woke up, my mom was already yelling and scolded my sis. i kind of miss out the action in the begining. so even if we wanted to celebrate it, my mom will just start scolding.
i was sitting there at the table with my headphones on and i realise how my mom scolded my sis was kind of hilarious. she wld diao at my sis then lashed out a couple of blabberish. after one wave she would walk away, then 3 seconds later she would walk back and scold the second wave. and this repeats for alost the entire day. i really admire her stamina. i think my mom got her stamina from scolding me in my early days of existence till today, even after i passed my baton to my sis. pms queen. my sis is oso a chip of the old block. another bitcher. non-stop.
stayed home for 2 the weekend. wanted to be a kuai boy for a change. my grandma has gone for a holiday. now i have nobody to crap to. o, there still my pillow.
how can people sleep with their underwear on? wouldnt you feel uptight and stuffy with all those restraints?
anyway, 2 days not goin out measn 2 days not scolding anything vulgar at home.its kind of hard not pointing the middle finger at home. there is so many instances and where i desperately have to point it. usually people would point it when other people's back are turned or go to the bathroom and scold whatever you want or gestured in anyway you want with the mute button on of course. i have realised the significance of the middle finger since my early existence. its a powerfull tool, an international favorite. i haven heard of a place where pointing the middle finger means smth positive. however its magnitude and scale have slowly been diminished due to overusage in our society where hatered is rampant. everyone is pointing it as and when one wishes. one would ask another whether he has taken his dinner, the reply would be curt and straight forward- talk to my middle finger. the ultimate would be pointing it at someone for no reason but for the fun of it. try pointing to somebody in iraq, you have something pointed at you instead.
a case study: the evolution of the middle finger
love is in the air
Happy Mother's Day to all _____ out there.
let's boycott underwear.
i was sitting there at the table with my headphones on and i realise how my mom scolded my sis was kind of hilarious. she wld diao at my sis then lashed out a couple of blabberish. after one wave she would walk away, then 3 seconds later she would walk back and scold the second wave. and this repeats for alost the entire day. i really admire her stamina. i think my mom got her stamina from scolding me in my early days of existence till today, even after i passed my baton to my sis. pms queen. my sis is oso a chip of the old block. another bitcher. non-stop.
stayed home for 2 the weekend. wanted to be a kuai boy for a change. my grandma has gone for a holiday. now i have nobody to crap to. o, there still my pillow.
how can people sleep with their underwear on? wouldnt you feel uptight and stuffy with all those restraints?
anyway, 2 days not goin out measn 2 days not scolding anything vulgar at home.its kind of hard not pointing the middle finger at home. there is so many instances and where i desperately have to point it. usually people would point it when other people's back are turned or go to the bathroom and scold whatever you want or gestured in anyway you want with the mute button on of course. i have realised the significance of the middle finger since my early existence. its a powerfull tool, an international favorite. i haven heard of a place where pointing the middle finger means smth positive. however its magnitude and scale have slowly been diminished due to overusage in our society where hatered is rampant. everyone is pointing it as and when one wishes. one would ask another whether he has taken his dinner, the reply would be curt and straight forward- talk to my middle finger. the ultimate would be pointing it at someone for no reason but for the fun of it. try pointing to somebody in iraq, you have something pointed at you instead.
a case study: the evolution of the middle finger
love is in the air
Happy Mother's Day to all _____ out there.
let's boycott underwear.
good thing the weekend is here. if not i could have just died from the stress and all. din have much of a wonderfull week unless you call staying to school until 5 is fun. unless you realli love school that much.as they sau, school is like a second home. might as well buy down the whole hdb blocks and turn it into hostels. save time travelling for some people and also stop residents from scritinising every of our movement.
had a sex talk on thurs. yes, the topic is interesting. but they make it a dialogue session, so we have our principal and our vp there having to anwser our questions. the questions asked was mostly about homosexuality. by the way, the guys and girls are separated into different LTs. i was expecting more of questions on the opposite sex. what we get was almost spending half the session on gayism. this make me conclude that indeed there are plenty of gays around in our cohort trying to push for their rights. questions asked was also mosty about "self satisfying". i think there are plenty of self obsessive people around. more over the teachers and the principal are the panel. how the hell would they know about gays. i should have sneak into the other LT.
had sports day on fri. was the worst sports day ever. half the j2 wasnt around. no attendance was taken. should have pon. anyway, half the time was spent looking at girls. blah. then we chiong free milo. i should have taken a photo with the milo truck. i wonder anybody have hijack a milo truck. wasted about 2 hrs before had dinner at botak jones again.
girls are like sushi at sakae sushi. you are the one who paid for a buffet meal. you look at all the green, blue plates rolling past you. you had enough at them. then came the red plates. the red plates are the untouchables good to look at but you know you cant eat it.
i'm wierd. i know.
anyway, i realise that mr "yo, homie" is damn popular in school. everybody got something to say about him, be it about his coolness or his prominent features which i can say confidently is a sore thumb. anyway he has a large social circle. i doesnt have a love hate relationship with him. i really look forward with spending time to know him during camp. maybe ask him about how he keep himself so cool.
i m sick. not mentally.
now there is no vball. kind of wierd on wed and fri where i have something to look forward to. its kind of abrupt end. by the time we are so bonded and strong, it all ends. there is training for the jc1 and we are encourage to go. but somethimes there isnt any motivation except those who have their secondary objectives. shant comment on those people. once i start i cant stop.
"...If you think of all the things that you feel
All the voices in your head that you hear
It's a mystery that we are all still holding on
When all these people who will lead you down
The back of the track
They're on your back
They will try and tear you apart
But believe and you will see
That there's no reason to doubt
Then you will find
You can do much better than that..."
Travis- Walking In the Sun
cool mtv
the boy with no name
jaded
feeling fucked up
where is that damn girl?
laterr
have to solve some personal issues ;)
had a sex talk on thurs. yes, the topic is interesting. but they make it a dialogue session, so we have our principal and our vp there having to anwser our questions. the questions asked was mostly about homosexuality. by the way, the guys and girls are separated into different LTs. i was expecting more of questions on the opposite sex. what we get was almost spending half the session on gayism. this make me conclude that indeed there are plenty of gays around in our cohort trying to push for their rights. questions asked was also mosty about "self satisfying". i think there are plenty of self obsessive people around. more over the teachers and the principal are the panel. how the hell would they know about gays. i should have sneak into the other LT.
had sports day on fri. was the worst sports day ever. half the j2 wasnt around. no attendance was taken. should have pon. anyway, half the time was spent looking at girls. blah. then we chiong free milo. i should have taken a photo with the milo truck. i wonder anybody have hijack a milo truck. wasted about 2 hrs before had dinner at botak jones again.
girls are like sushi at sakae sushi. you are the one who paid for a buffet meal. you look at all the green, blue plates rolling past you. you had enough at them. then came the red plates. the red plates are the untouchables good to look at but you know you cant eat it.
i'm wierd. i know.
anyway, i realise that mr "yo, homie" is damn popular in school. everybody got something to say about him, be it about his coolness or his prominent features which i can say confidently is a sore thumb. anyway he has a large social circle. i doesnt have a love hate relationship with him. i really look forward with spending time to know him during camp. maybe ask him about how he keep himself so cool.
i m sick. not mentally.
now there is no vball. kind of wierd on wed and fri where i have something to look forward to. its kind of abrupt end. by the time we are so bonded and strong, it all ends. there is training for the jc1 and we are encourage to go. but somethimes there isnt any motivation except those who have their secondary objectives. shant comment on those people. once i start i cant stop.
"...If you think of all the things that you feel
All the voices in your head that you hear
It's a mystery that we are all still holding on
When all these people who will lead you down
The back of the track
They're on your back
They will try and tear you apart
But believe and you will see
That there's no reason to doubt
Then you will find
You can do much better than that..."
Travis- Walking In the Sun
cool mtv
the boy with no name
jaded
feeling fucked up
where is that damn girl?
laterr
have to solve some personal issues ;)
finally went out on this weekend to town. i soon realised that it is pretty much of a mistake to go shopping on a sat. if nt for my sis bdae present, i wldnt even go to orchard. seriously, going to orchard is to people watch. watch the pretty girls, shuai guys, or those of in between. what amuses me the most is how people dress up. some look like ronald macdonald with the boots and tapered pants, some girls might as well dont wear anything. when you go far east, thats the place where you can see a very clear divder between the races and how they dress. i m nt being racist by the way. i seen a few celebrities there too, mostly chio bu.
when to had some turkish food. pretty interesting mix of flavours in the food but is generally sweet. o, there is turkish ice cream there by the way. those that have a turkish guy selling icecream (duh). for those who dont know, that seller doesnt use a typical scoop to scoop the ice cream. he uses some sort of long metal rod to scoop. at the same time he will have some tricks like ji siaoing you and nt letting you take the cone, or when u take the cone, the ice cream will not be there. i wonder what if the buyer is not really amuse by the seller's antics and just stone at him. kind of doesnt give face aint it.
anyway when my friends was buying the ice cream, a group of mayb sec 3 students (all act beng buay beng kinds) came and look. i happen to stand quite near them and heard their convo. one of them said this pretty loudly," narbei, if he ( the seller) du lan me hor, i, narbei, kok his head arh." so much for education and the use of vocab. kudos.
went to walk around aimlessly before deciding to play pool. as we were walking there. i kind of overhead a converstaion between 2 poly kids. its not that i eavesdrop, its just that they were telling everyone within 5 metres radius. this was their convo in english mix with chinese:
even shorter guy: oi, you got go sing kbox anot?
short guy: last time got, now don't have liao la.
not much crap today.
sorry.
bt you're sexy.
when to had some turkish food. pretty interesting mix of flavours in the food but is generally sweet. o, there is turkish ice cream there by the way. those that have a turkish guy selling icecream (duh). for those who dont know, that seller doesnt use a typical scoop to scoop the ice cream. he uses some sort of long metal rod to scoop. at the same time he will have some tricks like ji siaoing you and nt letting you take the cone, or when u take the cone, the ice cream will not be there. i wonder what if the buyer is not really amuse by the seller's antics and just stone at him. kind of doesnt give face aint it.
anyway when my friends was buying the ice cream, a group of mayb sec 3 students (all act beng buay beng kinds) came and look. i happen to stand quite near them and heard their convo. one of them said this pretty loudly," narbei, if he ( the seller) du lan me hor, i, narbei, kok his head arh." so much for education and the use of vocab. kudos.
went to walk around aimlessly before deciding to play pool. as we were walking there. i kind of overhead a converstaion between 2 poly kids. its not that i eavesdrop, its just that they were telling everyone within 5 metres radius. this was their convo in english mix with chinese:
even shorter guy: oi, you got go sing kbox anot?
short guy: last time got, now don't have liao la.
even shorter guy: why leh?
short guy: aiya, i only sing english song, then their videos all fake one. then i cannot read their chinese wad.
even shorter guy: wah, i tot got hanyu pinyin? ( i was literally luffing out loud)
short guy: hahahahaha, crazy. don't have la.
even shorter guy: den i go kbox no use what, waste money.
short guy: aiya, go in drink water la.
i really laughed out loud in front of them. omg. hanyu pinyin? i think they need to introduce it for those whose cant read chinese but can listen and speak chinese. bloody jokers.
talking about singing. my neighbour, one floor below, sang for 4 hours non-stop today. singing hokkien songs if i m nt wrong. its comparable to some of my classmates singing. worst than hilary duff singing. come to think of it, my neighbour's singing is about the same as q mo singing. its bad, its a no no, its pretty much end of the world. if not for their quite pretty daughter, i would have went down and murder the whole family.
i slacked the whole of today. zzz. siansations sia. i never do any homework lor, cockster. sad-ed man. i sleep the whole of today, but is still feel damn sleepy. zzz. tmr is start of a new week. damn sian. zzz. need to face all my teachers again.. sian. zzz.
its kind of bad attempt on following how other people write. he just owned me.
zhong ming is currently, openly, massively flirting on his blog with some other vball girl.
not much crap today.
sorry.
bt you're sexy.
i realised that my life is kind of boring somehow. i m stuggling to think of what content to post, who to suan, who to condemn, blah blah blah. why do i say that? cos i chance upon people's blog where their first sentence was, " I ATE A CHOCOLATE BAR. YEAH! I M SO HAPPY!!!" ok, at this point i m damn jealous. seriously, they have intricate and complex minds.
what will you do if someday your shoe started talking to you?
no, seriously have you ever thought of it?
