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
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