L'Esprit D'Escalier

2006-03-14T23:22:00.000-08:00

Two Weeks In The Other Side Of Town:
This Junior College period for me is probably the second change of life in this 2006. The first change was when i went to work in a boring office and got myself exposed to work or "work" life. Meeting new human beings and trying to get along with every single one of them was something i probably succeeded in a month's time, but that came to an end of course when everyone got separated again after the work period. I'm already visibly leaving the old school way way way behind my back, I dont intend to go back to New Town people anyway, Like i said before that everyone i knew had gone on to lead their own seperate lives, they wont really bother to mix around with the old and obselete when there's so much new out there, so i basically feel like i dont belong.

Monday Morning
The Alarm clock, Which resides on the top shelf approximately 5 metres away from my bed would be something I'd take pleasure in smashing one day. I couldn't fall asleep last night till about 3am, when i was beginning to see angels in bikinis dancing about in my room and then i knew i was asleep. But sure enough it always feels like five minutes later the alarm sounds to tell you it's already 5 30 in the morning. it's been a while since i put on my new town uniform, so im not that keen to put it on since it looks overly cute. I hate the colour anyway. I wanted to wear jeans and sandals down, but i guess that's not the dress code. So shamefully i donned the blue outfit. It's Monday and we're speeding down the highway. My parents were so enthusiastic about what's going to happen to me there they originally INTENDED to get off with me and explore the school, talk to the teachers and principals and tell them how smart a person i am, stay with me for the whole day blah blah blah... I was of course not pleased with the "Mommy's boy" Idea, and began kicking a fuss in the car, the biggest quarrel i had since another incident involving a broken cup in the kitchen. This greatly affected my Dad's driving skills And he winded the windows down a little to get some of the noise out and let in some fresh air. We only stopped while we passed by the Seletar reservoir which stole my breathe away i guess, it's like ... the best home-made thing i've ever seen apart from the Tammy NYP videos (What Other Home-Made Thing Can Be Considered Relatively Good? Singapore Football?) , It was like a misty lake in the morning that's calm and cool and makes you feel like skinny-dipping straightaway even if the cops were peeping at you from afar. They kicked me outta the car near the bus stop in front of Yishun Junior College and i knew my only chance of escape from this madness has just left in a cloud of smoke. So reluctantly the man in blue and white walked to the traffic light, already catching the attention of the people there. They must probably be thinking what kind of circus costume im wearing since no one around here has ever heard of a new town. Im a west side homie, and a total sucker here in the North side. I barely know what clementi is about and they're sending me to Yishun. I took proabbly the longest walk of my life as i passed through the gates, long enough to catch a glimpse of the running tracks and the field, the courtyard of wherever the hell i am, the flag posts, the amazingly old architecture that's still standing and the remarkable roofs which have not collapsed on our heads... yet. Then it kind of hit me that this school is pretty tiny. The first thing i wanted to find was the toilets, giving myself a last minute attire check, do my hair so that it doesn't look much like a broom or a helmet, and moving my fringe UP so i can finally see where im going.
Okay so im supposed to sit on some brown bench, led there together with a group of people from my own group of course. They dont look like much but they're still my group. I dont intend on getting close to anyone in particular however. The best ice breaking topic? I have to give it to complaining about the school and how bored we are. It works almost all the time, and im used to complaining since i have a blog online, so the only challenge was doing it half as good verbally. Then comes the where the hell are you from questions, What the hell do you want questions, What the hell do you do at night when nobody's watching... Okay no. We'll just stick with the first two. Then all of the sudden this hot babe from outer space comes attired in what i would have dressed myself in if not for the "courtesy" i wished to display, White shirt with rather elaborate designs, jeans folded up to the knees... and.. dyed hair, and right on cue the buckle of my pants busts due to over tightening.
Too bad Im not very interested in Ah Lians. Okay what am i saying, having enough of watching i returned my attention to my sidekicks after the breathtaking 5 seconds. Sharing all our life stories... till we were commanded to enter the hall by some voice of god from the PA system.
The Principal then comes in dressed in some... even better looking costume than mine, a traditional chinese dress that makes her super duper curvy with her ALREADY over abundant BIG curves. And yes, Alike every other principal in the world, she doesn't swallow knives, breathe fire or perform motorcycle stunts, but gives a boring talk, Much ado actually about nothing. And her english is Terrifically Corrupted if i remember correctly, not as bad as Mdm Oen, who seems to be speaking vietnamese on stage. Do YOU aspire to be a principal? If you pronouce Tsunami With the "T" in front and Think Venison derives from Venice congratulations you automatically qualify! She powerful really, she killed half the school in fifteen minutes. Then she sends the ultra short midget of a maths HOD to clean up the rest. What's the principal's name again? Oh well nevermind. The Maths HOD socialises with us by making us stand and do some special stretching exercise that almost broke my back, then later claiming it's some south-eastern super tai chi energy rejuvenation technique. Whatever the hell it is, she says she does it in the toilet everyday. This would surely discourage the use of spy cameras in female toilets here.
Then we went to... what did we do? Eat i supposed, eat together though i didn't eat much of anything due to my crippled appetite. There are vbery little food stalls here, only about 7 if im not wrong. I only eat western food, whether it be kopitiam or mc donalds, so im only subjected to one stall. But im not eating today, which i would regret later. Then came the subject talks! The most exciting, fun-filled sleeper. I managed to stay awake for everything though, watching heads collapse and pulling my eyelids apart from time to time, until finally the history subject talk killed me. Somewhere in the auditorium we could hear someone snoring. Was it me? Luckily not for i dont know how to snore. Next thing we knew they kicked all our butts out the gates and i slept, like every other time in the future, on the mrt all the way home, repeating in my head was a phrase the principal told me... "tomorrow will be fun...." "tomorrow will be fun..."
Tuesday Afternoon
We were supposed to be playing certain games involving people getting wet. Well not us anyway. But hey I did get wet in one game. Feeling devoid of interest in describing the game, I think people would be devoid of interest to read about it. But that's that. We won the water game, and we got the permission to spray every single living female on the courtyard till they were drenched from head to toe. Now i didn't bother with getting them wet, all i had to do was save my energy, sit down and watch wet screaming bodies run around bare footed on a blazing courtyard floor that could cook eggs almost instantly. We were literally firewalking for the next half hour of "games". Then comes the MASS DANCE. Wait it happened on the first day anyway. Right i get the geeks to do some jolly wolly horrible dance, the worst i have ever seen so far and the music even worse. We're supposed to switch so many partners and join them in a dance move that involves two people jumping around in circles like mad cows. After that day i swore to skip mass dance forever., since they taught in a poor manner, and i cant do it either. Pissy huh? And i did! On two occasions such as this tuesday and latyer on friday. Nobody found me because i was in the bookshop, or on the second level watching them from on top. I dont think theyt'd do anything if they did anyway. I hated tuesday the most becuase it was the day they rejected my proposal to take H2 mathematics. "You need at least an a2 for enaths and a pass in Pure physics" the queer maths guy says in his corny cheesy tune. I got a b3 for maths? That's like major bad luck dude. So i went to make a proposal becuase i need this stupid maths in order to take physics here. Otherwise i SWEAR i wont even take MATHS at all. Yeah and so it got rejected. Ironically amaths killed me in the end, but there's no going back now. So i went to propose for physics as a h2 subject. I dont know whether it was my "armani" hairstyle or my face that instantly got her to reject my proposal in one line... Bitch. Upset of course i made my way home and my mother just keeps pounding me with insults i already heard before, and providing me with nothing useful like why i didn't study harder all that. Beyond upset by the fact she wasn't even going to help me resolve this problem but stand there and preach, i realised that today was the last day to make an appeal into poly when the word "Polytechnic" actually came back into my mind, and i was home at 5 plus and they close at 6. Not knowing what to do and worrying the hell outta myself, i broke down for the first time in 2 years, but it wont happen again for a few more after each time.
Wednesday Night:
Sure enough i got up early to phone Ngee Ann on whether they would be interested in a young "gallant" such as I, almost having phone sex with the receptionist since she had such a lovely voice before she passes the phone to the teacher. She had a warmer, better tone than the physics bitch definately, and i was feeling brighter. So i went down with my results and all that to show off my talents. they ran outta appeal forms.... so i had to write in an essay. Since being one day late of course i had to be punished. Dear Ngee Ann, Please get me into Biomedical Science, Biomedical Engineering Or Biotechnology. All in which im relatively qualified for, but the funy thing was i dont really check the statistics of the courses until AFTER the whole thing and a few days later when my friends keep telling me 8 - 9 pointers go to biomedical science. I of course feel very horrible Since im a 20 pointer, scoring an l1r4 of 15 at least. Hopefully there'll be space since the Cut - off points Thingy online Diane gave me said it was 17. Will there be hope? I dont know. I am still going to be stuck in yishun for at least a month or so. Borrring~ I arrived to school late of course, but the guards kinda overlooked me. Somehow i feel that i should befriend the guards... since many of such late
occasions would SURELY happen in the near future. Im called "David Copperfield" here. Nobody beats my dissappearing magic and once again i dissappear from just about any event, even from the group during canteen hours to be alone in a corner. They are well aware of that as well.
The following days are sleepy days, till friday came.
Friday Evening:
I skipped Mass Dance, Again. I pretended to be a J2 student though i dont think that actually works. I went to the furthest block in the area to get away, and ... do chemistry homework. I think dancing is a crazy thing to do. But Doing CHEMISTRY when i dont have to? That's BEYOND Crazy!?! So i gave up halfway are went exploring. Then some j2 girl pops up from no where and freaks me out. I thought i'd get caught for sure... but nooo she's from New town also. the third new towner i met here i guess... 1) Shan hong 2) That girl 3)Me woohoo! 3's better than one definately. So i went on my journey to the hall and joined in, No not mass dance, but something the yishun people call "jam and hop", which was like a clubbing thing brewing up. We're subjected to rock and hip-hop music even that "macarina" song, and everyone just goes crazy. They kick out the lights so it's almost pitch black, but the stage remained alit. Imagine seeing tons of people just jumping up and down like fleas, Running around linked in a straight line ... etc etc etc, there's so many things you can do in the dark. The gave out a kind luminescent stick with that glowing liquid in it. Girls stuck them into their hair so it looked more visible, when actually they looked more like clowns or Queen Amidala from star wars, guys made... wrist bands out of them, stuck em in their shoes? The cute things humans do. A few people grabbed the sticks and threw them high up onto the stage, and the stage people also threw them high up back onto the ground. Alot of people throwing flying glowing sticks, and alot of people getting hit... I've never been in a club before, but i knew dahm well to get out of the way of people running around. Since i couldn't really dance, i think i just hopped around like a frog and pretended to be cool as i hopped. Dahm should have watched more mtv...
Well even hopping around is fuckin tiring okay? I felt like i needed a wheelchair on my way home. Wooohooo! It's over! ANd during the march holidays? I had to go back.... Awwww...
Right i had only 3 days of lectures. I dont have to describe the lectures for you but i skipped everything chinese. Literature teacher never appears strangely. It seems like literature is always cancelled. But when people pass the news to me About literature being cancelled, im already halfway through my meal in the canteen. Hmmm which is worst, staying at home and rotting without a life? Or staying here AND getting stressed without much life!

2006-02-25T22:06:00.000-08:00

Im being to grow tired of my own life even when im just 16. Repeating everything everyday by yourself and spending absolutely no effort at all to correct that Is decaying me mentally. Mom says i should go out and socialise more otherwise i'd begin lose everything else that i have. Well at least part of my sanity is still intact even though i dont exactly talk to anyone nowadays, online or sms, which explains why my bills are now rather relaxed. There's simply no one to talk to these weeks, since most of my friends have gone on to lead their new lives while im still stranded in an old one for at least 2-3 more weeks before school opens and i return to earth once again. There's always a visible gap between me and everyone else or anyone else, most of the time i just leave it there to stagnate since i see no more point in getting close to people. Maybe that's why im so F***ed. I guess I'll have to decay for a few more weeks.

Because I spend even more time at home, there had been more "oppurtunity" to have healthy "interactions" with my mother. She's been going on a long time about saving up on costs of this and that ... blah blah blah... to eventually extreme measures, like forbidding me to on the fan even on a hot day while im using the computer because she says it's a waste of dahm money on the bloody bills. Complaining day and night about MY DAD complaining abou the bills. At least dad only complains ONE DAY, NOT EVERYDAY. I cant turn on the water heater when i bathe, and im not a sucker for cold water. Maybe i should one day forsake bathing and start rolling around in mud like pigs to, or lick myself clean like my cat does. Just now I just had a reasonable debate with my mother over the dmbest of things. SUCH AS, why i like to toast my bread!?!? She says why cant i eat my bread untoasted? Save on the bloody energy. And then saying The Bread was bought like yesterday so it's soft. So what?! So i can hug it to sleep tonight?! If wants to save on some energy she should learn to shut up and produce more useful energy apart from sound energy. Then i here my cat wailing like hell again, She's taking her shower. Even though it's her dunno how many hundredth time. Cat and water... not in a million years of evolution is going to change that. And why the hell does they cat get to use warm heated water!?

Gymed for yesterday and swam too. Wanted to make a 20-lap of 25 metres for once after so long, but it was cut to an 11 when my right leg caught a cramp halfway through the pool. Repressing the urge to go AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, i dove underwater and made all kinds of bubbly noises like a real massage pool. It was probably thanks to the overexertions i had in the gym. Rising from the bubbly mess like godzilla near new york, japanese women clad in bikinis began jumping into the pool and cook up the chlorine soup. It's a pity my leg cant move anymore so i couldn't get any closer any faster than i normally could. Swimming with only my hands is extremely tiresome after a while though manageable, and it leaves you with the inability to "grab" things. Leaving those japs behind i made my way to shore alive to live another day

I dont understand why everyday, every morning i'd wake up feeling like looking and feeling like I humped an 80 year old grandmother. How i envy people with lives! I began to realise going out alone actually sucks and there's no point since i always buy the same things... Always go to the same places... Always by myself... And always getting lost. But then again there's no one i'd want to go out with, and no one who'd invite me. So im still stuck in a loop of my own making.

Sure do miss the bitching that goes on everyday in school, always gives me something to gossip about online and backstab people all i want and be a real bitch myself. All i have now are stale gossip that have gone bad due to age? I sure hope whever im going next, yishun or wherever, they'd have REAL cat fights for me to write a documentary on. It's really interesting when you get two girls together in unifrom ripping each others clothes off and cheering for... cheering for...? Oh the naked one at the end yes yes. That has always been the way. My Brother is watching wrestling, WCW or is that what it's called now? Funny he's older than my by ages. Maybe i should join him because it seems to exciting when you see sweaty man mixing their bodily juices by pounding each other till they bleed and follow a poorly written script for each punch they land. Maybe i should show him what i watch sometime. Then again he's too holy a human, like other chirstians i guess. I'd wake up every morning to listen to his chamber hallelujah music that he plays so loud without concern of disturbing his mite brother. Then He starts singing out aloud like someone whose shit dont stink. Sure it doesn't. It even sings HOSANNAS. Then i'd have to quickly bathe and rush back into my room to combat his music with my own. Linkin Park versus Hillsong. Marilyn Manson versus Corinne May. The worst thing to hear when you're half awake is the sound of James Blunt constipating. The more he plays "you're beautiful" , the more i think James Blunt as someone who got castrated at the age of 10, and a whiny person who cant shut up and cry himself to sleep instead. This brotherly war has been going on for a very long time. We have been fighting alot over the use of the outside computer, which he tends to always win. EVen in our room we fought for wall space to put posters. Then's this electrical circuit line throught the middle of the wall that seperates the wall in half and equal proportions. So he gets one half, i get one half. Till this day his wall has a big wooden cross, an a few laminated message posters of versus or whatever they're called then The picture of of Jesus in complete attire. My side features A Linkin Park poster i have had since i was primary six, A Pokemon poster... which... just shows all 386 of those buggers and the only anime which i actually fancy, and a Poster of Holly Valance, My jesus. Incomplete in attire. Bite that

2006-02-19T21:33:00.000-08:00

The results are out... almost one month ago apparantely because i was too lazy to update... Finally boredom has caught up with me once again and im typing sensible things for the first time in weeks. So what if the results are out, we still have to wait for the posting of schools to be released and meanwhile we'd still have to sit around at home and let our moms call us all sorts of fun names like being to most useless being on earth, or someone who plays games till he forgets his own name(Maybe In My Case) What else was i to do? I got only 20 points and it's not something extremely Outstanding in any fashion, i cant crash victoria jc or show off my talents at raffles jc. I dont see any point in going to any of the other jcs as well, be dead extra. I'll be asleep when they go to school and only awaken after they finish school. I'll perhaps consider crashing AFTER i get my posting... Yishun seems abit far to crash, perhaps i shall camp on the fields outside and cook marshmallows while the hdb flat residents stare at me in awe as i burn the whole field by accident. Funny thing is i always get bright ideas that are never applied in real life.

If i displayed my 12 choices here, people would fall asleep. I'll just say yishun is where im most probably going to be locked in. Hmmm wonder if they have hostels there? Then i wont have to go home and see my parents. A very nice offer indeed. Just hope they provide condom dispensers as well, never know when you might need them. It's not as bad as the sex toy dispenser i saw in America. There's even a machine nearby which has this grapplinghand that would lower itself into a pit of sex toys and you'd try to grab something with the handles outside the machine. Creative indeed.

Maybe i should change the way i look. Im beginning to look very ferocious, or so people say. How would be a big funny question, because i've always wanted to change since a long time ago and nothing really changes. NOW i want to change because it's getting me all sorts of funny remarks. People think i fight, like a taxi driver i talked to recently on a taxi towards Jurong east. His first question was like "Boy, You have gang is it?", Dumbfounded and irritated, i replied, " I dont need one." He thinks im from some nieghbourhood school like shuqun or something, saying that some boy even threatened him in the taxi once. I'd Threaten him myself if he didn't shut up...
Then i was in orchard day and night for a few days, There's this indian dde who was in shades who came to me and asked if i had a lighter, flashing his sexy cigarette buds with one hand. I would have green lighted him a middle finger because we're in the middle of the friggin' road as i was crossing halfway. I politely said no of course so i could cross the road safely before another crazy ambulance comes by and tries to hit me. Then Another night the same thing happened, This time was a group of malays who walked up to me and said something i didnot quite understand, then i told them i dont speak malay, and they asked me in a cocky english way whether i had... a lighter... I said no and walked off immediately without bothering. I wonder if i ever get caught in a bank robbery would the police catch me instead of the robbers? Pearlyn's mini sister thinks im some kind of monster from outer space sent to eat her. Now isn't that Worth changing?

I recently bought books on greek mythology from some unexplored area in kinokuniya which i had apparantely missed out. I eventually figured out that greek mythology was the sexiest mythology ever. The gods screwing here and there, around and around, as though trying to mix a special kind of cocktail. Screwing one another as well from time to time. Castrating their own fathers, eating their children, raping mortal women and seducing mortal men. The humans aren't much better than their godly playmates, some woman having fun with a bull to produce a half bull, Herakles (Hercules) sleeping a different daughter of the total 50 daughters of his friend, for 50 nights. Then thnks to aphrodite a young girl falls in love with her father and slept with him in the dark to produce the best looking guy on earth called Adonis, who died after a while though, what a waste. That's only half of the books i read, and the greeks are known to be inventive... wonder what comes up next. But all in all it's an exciting collection of tales, having people collecting melted wax and collecting feathers shed by bird, before sticking on themselves and flying out of their prison... Herakles again, killing his own music teacher... Because in this world we live in none of those things would have happened and those would be categorized under a fascinating section... called crap.

My fringe is getting in the way of everything! It's covering my eyes most of the time, and it keeps entering my eye hole, and tangling with my weirdly long eye-lashes to produce enough frustration for me to consider snipping them off. They're supposed to look okay, i've had this kind of weird hair for more than 3 yearsbut never ever was it THIS long. Perhaps i should just save my money and let my next principal snip it off for me. Save where ever you can.

MY SIX PECS ARE APPEARING!!! After dedicated exercise i can finaly see the ridges more and more clearly providing i dont bloat myself with a big meal. My other areas are noticeably more reinforced than normal. Someday i hope i have a figure hot enough to melt chocolate... but my neck always gets in the way. Maybe i should just accept that.

2006-02-06T21:50:00.000-08:00

"This will be the longest four days of my life... I think" My words exactly. Though Actually it doesn't mean anything? Time still flies past me like a Jet at Mach-2 speed unless I happen to be talking to people on Msn, then time would seem very slow and sticky. But time passes fastest when i am reading, Thankfully, which i occupy five hours everyday with and perhaps even more into the night at around 1 - 2am when Im still horny and cant go to sleep...
Everyone wonders what friday will be like, in i suppose, in eveyone's heads, they have already constructed their own outcomes and over dozen endings, they've also tallied how many points they might get or will get... then thursday night everyone will be burning the midnight oil, not to study (Who the hell wants to do that now?), but to worry, be it excited or anxious. I think the coolest thing to do on such a sleepless night is to make conference calls, or receive conference calls, Phone-sex would be rather cool too but it's not really advised becaue it is simply uninteresting and lack the real taste. but i dont think i'd get any conference calls or phone-sex invitations so i'd probably be reading again. Thus i saved a book specially for Thursday!
So how do you sleep with ease without irritation? Personally i do not know you have to ask you silly brain about it.
But what i am going to do is plan on what to do before thursday night, I Could...

1) Go on a GYM FRENZY, exercise like a crazy nut and burn away what remains of my fats, keep moving and moving and moving till every single bone breaks, then i'd go and swim and swim till my skin peels off. After aBig long johns meal, I'll jump on my bed and fall alseep before hitting the mattress. ( What I Am Planning To Do)

2) Watch a PORN MARATHON, sit in front of the computer screen for 3-4 hours and watch people do their duty. the first hour is very important, it's when the excitement and sugar burning comes, draining you of your energy and you'll be thinking more about boobs that some stupid unexciting piece of toilet paper they're going to present to you tomorrow.'

3) PANADOL INGESTION, Highly recommended for the desperate or insane.Swallow about two with a glass of water then hot milk, then lie on your bed. In about a few minutes or hours, you'll be sleeping soundly... or for all eternity...

4) READING, Oh you're going to love this one. Pick up your chemistry textbook, Oh no no, Pick up your PHYSICS textbooks And read the chapter on transformers. Satisfaction guaranteed. If you have already burned your stupid books like I have, try Lord of the Rings, Or your older Siblings secret diaries which obviously suck...

5) Otherwise, I might try watching a BORING SHOW like soap operas, or movies maybe like Hidalgo, 2 Fast 2 Furious... etc etc. I wont try American Pie though, i'll be more awake then I'll ever be. If all else fails, just watch the news at 10 and pray the newscaster is some geeky ugly guy instead of that hot & sexy...

6) Forget it just STAY AWAKE. It's exciting too. I could almost imagine people watching a soccer match. Anyway friday's like playing Toto, but with two numbers, and it's too late now for anyone to worry! Because you're still going to die eitherways... huahahahaha...

For the past few days my family has been coming up with all sorts of sweet treats and cakes so my dad can sell at his new BUGIS cake shop, which i suspect to be extremeley small and insignificant that people would most likely miss it out. Bugis is already by far the messikest place i've ever seen and no one's going to notice a tiny cakeshop i think. But I'm still family, and I have a part to play in this. So what do i have to do? this is what Im supposed to do.

Dad's going to bake a series of chocolate cakes. I know nuts about chocolate cakes, except baking them in the toilet. Of course he would want it to look different, taste different blah blah, all those superb sweet words of inspiration. So the first thing he did was drag out five samples of chocolates.

Number one is some cheap brand of chocolate which comes in a rather disgusting packaging, in fact, there's no packaging! it's just in a bottle. So what i had to do? Grab a spoon, scoop up the chocolate and place it into my mouth. Looking at the spoonful of sweet death, i was already beginnning to worry about pimples again... so i reluctantly put it into my mouth. It doesn't have a strong distinctive chocolate taste, it's sticky and thick. I didn't really enjoy it because, it's just normal chocolate.
And Contestant number two is called Chocolate On Chocolate cake mix, by WhiteWings. Putting it into my mouth i realised it's not very different from the first one. Just a little sweeter, less thick. Im so totally killing myself by eating like this. I suspect this to be on top of the cake later on.
Then there's WhiteWings Rich Chocolate, which was, as said on the box, rich and tempting. This one's Thick Sweet and resembles more like pudding if im not wrong, But i dont think i would choose it eitherways, maybe because of the queer brand name...
Next there's Betty Crocker's (Hershey's) Super Moist Dark Chocolate, Which would kill all dark chocolate lovers. But this particular one is more suitable for being a brownie than A cake. Oh help me im not going to eat chocolate EVER AGAIN, My tongues was already on the verge of going tasteless.
Finally There's Hershey's Rich And Creamy Real butter Added Chocolate Frosting. Even the name Sounds delicious. It's a little more solid than the other chcolates, as in it doesn't flow when you tip it to the side, but when you dig your spoon in it'ssoft like peanut butter. There's a special taste behind it of course, obviously from the butter, proving that butter and chocolate is a good mix. That was my favourite of course and thus i voted for it. then i downed a few glasses of water... to try and remove the lingering and intoxicating sweet aftertaste...
Okay the baking of the cakes are done. There's two cakes now that are really fat and circular, almost like a globe. I could have sworn that day was almost a nightmare, The slices were so big and all the collect each slice carried was like tiny little knives. We all had to try the two cakes. Of Course, my sister started complaining about the amount of sugar it held, and , like many other women, already predicted her fate of eating it before it actually happened... Since i ws going to exercise the next day to burn my sugars... i didn't mind. So me and my siblings each took a huge slice out of both cakes.
The First cake had chocolate shavings all over the top surface that stuck onto a sticky thin dark chocolate underlayer, that, due to the refrigeration, had harderned to a tempting hard crust. Just by one glance anyone would want to bite the crusted areas immediately rather than take the cake. But the cake material was soft and stuck together in your mouth like your eating chocolate dough, which i rather enjoyed. Man im so going to establish a pimple farm soon...
The second cake was not THAT round and big as the first, but just as global. Instead of shavings, it had a layer of chocolate all over it, visibly bright brown colour. you migh think the chcolate was stable and hardened, My mistake. The choclate was unstable in a good way, it's almost liquid but it stays in the same place on the cake like a well trained puppy. And it was thick! The cake material was abit spongy but okay i suppose, the top layer already owns everything. Maybe My dad is going to bake both and sell both. i dont know, he cant possibly just sell chocolate cakes. OH WAIT THAT'S A BAD THING. that means i'll have to tatste test more.
And Since that day onwards i hated chocolate
But today morning, I ate kinder bueno!

And so to the Gym Ii went again. I have to swim after the gym, so i would not stink, and i wont have it any other way. Funny thing, i hate going gym, because exercising hurts like hell, going there would mean i have to suffer again. But i still go for the kicks of it. There's this old dude who's inside most of the time, for i dont-know-what-reasons. and he's always hogging the cycling machine. Not that i mind though, i dont even cycle. It's just that amidst the silence of the gym, while im lifting weights, occasioinally just breathing out abit, he'd be there making Orgasmic sounds as though he was getting it on with his cycling machine. Halfway through one minute, "OOOOOOOOOH" then after 10 second "UGHHHH" then "ARGHHHHHH" So i'd show my displeasure by slamming the weights in a hard manner. Then There'd be this Old Lady Who'd occasionally enter the gym for no reason. No She's not the cleaner! She's a nobody. She enjoys watching people exercise. not that im paranoid of course, She loves especially sweaty men (IS THAT A SECRET TURN-ON FOR GIRLS?) , So she'd sit around the gym machine and watch the people jog, and stare at them as though instead of jogging they're doing some kind of opera show, and occasionally i get spooked by her when there's no one else in the gym im lifting the dahm weights again. But that's not the sickest thing i've ever seen, Imagine this, if you're a guy, you'd know. Picture this. A Man positioning himself in the toilet cubicle, peeing yes. Then this old dude goes to the cubicle next to his and pees. But instead of minding his own business, the old man starts PEERING and looking over at the other man's "best friend" all while he's peeing! Perhaps my description is poor, it would be better if i could draw it out. I saw this all through a mirror reflection! This sure beats Stephen King's Horror Stories To Me.

2006-02-02T04:45:00.000-08:00

Well and the end of January it is, Also kiss my job goodbye and say hello to my money. Apparantely due to some complications they could only give us each 700 at the moment and we'd have to go back on somewhere around 15th to collect the rest of our cash. Which is good actually, stops me from spending everything before school reopens... BUT WAIT i have already run out of things to spend on if that's actually believable in any human sense... I dont know why either! The stuff i wanted to buy eventually came to me as a form of money wastage! Guess i'll just put it all in my CPF and prepare for my old age...
And so Chinese New Year came! And then it went away... boring. Stupid lion dances without proper coordination, dumb celebrities and the biggest waste of money were the dahm firecrackers and fireworks... Oh man, since they want it to be loud and noisy, they might as well have placed speakers everywhere and blasted some britney spears song, which would sound just as loud and those firecrackers... and just as awful, dont you think?
I collected about 100+ barely, dont people know 2 dollar notes are not auspicious? Chinese new year is red for a reason, more red notes please! Well if you give me a blue ($50) or brown one ($1000), i'll zip my mouth i swear. Chinese new year is the most boring of seasons so far as i know, all shops close and you have to be good boys and girls, sit quietly in corners and play with your little toys. Gabling went on in the family, clearing those dahmmed tables to make way for the poker cards and blackjack became the highlight of the whole new year thing. This year was actually bad year for me, i didn't really win much and i actually swore not to gamble again?! but i did anyway, with my cousin. We shared money... which eventually*magically* transformed into debts... later winningit all back and earning a profit of six dollars. Great! Enough to buy mamee to feed us for about 2 weeks. Later on i went to her house for light exercise and gyming, then of course, i always never forget to swim. Sometimes i think i might have gills... hmmm
So After chinese new year, i went with my sister to orchard ONCE AGAIN... she was about to show me what PARAGON is. That's the fourth place i know in orchard! it was supposed to be a fine day, I'm just going to pay the diesel shop a little visit to search for a pair of grey shoes as mentioned in FHM (YES IM READING AGAIN). I learnt that it was opposite Takashimaya, my second home which is in Kinokuniya... yeah yeah everyone knows by now. So we're waiting at the traffic lights for the green man to flash, and when it did, I was in front of everyone else, prepared to cross. I stretched out my left foot... and just as i was about to set it down on the ground, a Vehicle ran past my face, so close i could actually feel the wind cutting my ears. Wonder what kind of a crazy driver that was to drive at a pedestrian green light... he should consider giving up his dahmmed liscence for messing up my hair... and the ironic thing was, THAT WAS AN AMBULANCE VEHICLE. AN AMBULANCE TRIED TO KNOCK ME DOWN?!
And our hero safely arrived to diesel shop, only to find that they do not sell any diesel shoes, in the diesel shop, and we moved on to the royal sporting house, where we found the diesel shoe. Apparantley, it looks a little different from that sexy beast i saw in the magazine, the toe cap of the shoes looked rather wide and fat, it had an ugly front! Well maybe it's because that shoe size was a little too big and the smaller ones were out of stock. Well, moral of the story, when reading FHM, stick to the women... dont read the other bullshit. So dissapointed by not getting a new shoe, i went off to kino on my own and spent about $151.53 on books. Man i am nuts.
And thus, i decided to go into a clothing shop just to kill time, and thus it was GUESS. Normally, i wont go into a clothing shop, something called interest completely dies within me whenever i enter a clothing shop. And likewise, i never stay in one for more than 5 minutes. But today, i went browsing, taking a little more time than usual, commending on each and every piece, how ugly and how expensive they are. Trying to find one that would actually appeal to me... then i came by an attire and said to myself, "I think this looks good on me." But the pricetag wasn't there, so i raised my head to try and find a kind of catalogue or something that showed me the price, So i raised my head and looked up, only to realise im in the women's section...
So i returned home with the heaviest plastic bag i ever carried, i swear i could do a workout with that plastic bag in the MRT and i would if people wouldn't look and think that im crazy. so tired and dazed by the trip, i went to IMM for dinner. Swallowed a $7.50 long johns meal, then struggled to open my eyelids as i staggered home with that one tonne plastic baggabooks. Whilst walking through the imm carpark towards the direction of my home, I dont know why i managed to dodge every moving car that passed me by, and i couldn't dodge an unmoving, motionless pillar, which thumped me clean in the forehead. A little more dazed now and more high, i couldn't walk in a straight line on my way home.

2005-12-23T19:13:00.000-08:00

I woke up this morning to find my mother kicking my bed, to wake me up. Apparantely she's playing double agent again, with her 2 clothing manufature bosses. Why the hell would she choose to work for two bosses at the same time? More money she says. And she did not want eother of which to meet each other in an unfortunate incident... and it so happens both bosses want to cllect clothes from her, TODAY. Looks likes she won the lottery big time! No, more like I won the lottery. With only six hours of sleep since last night, or today morning i mean, slept at 4 30 after watching another tom cruise film, and woke up at around 10 30. Half of my sanity still lies on my bed, the rest is typing words onto digital paper. I got up, brushed my teeth, complained for about 5 minutes, before i went down to pass her boss her clothing.
YEsterday i went to orchard once again, OH IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF! I ACTUALLY walked to HEEREN on my own!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! Then I made way up to HMV to buy two dance cds, One is a freaky eerie, unsettling and fillled with cold sweat Timo Maas cd, which combines both orchestra with electrical and electronic sounds, and unworldly voices. Absolutely delicious. The other is the fast-paced, high tempo and BPS, "BT - Emotional Technology" soundtrack, which included my favourite somnambulist song! The original is much better than my downloaded one. I figured out Eerie And Fast Music Are My Music... Except techno please, techno is for kids and junkies. Right so as i said I WALKED TO HEEREN ON MY OWN! I bet no one else on earth ever did that ohohoho. A country bumpkin like me knows only 4 places in singapore, Kinokuniya in orchard, Westmall, Jurong Point, Hillview Condominium. Maybe a little more i cant remember. I cant help it, like i said my parents never allowed me outta of the house even with friends till secondary two, orchard road is really like a jungle. I was pretty afraid i'd get lost on my own, which i have many times. Left Turn, Right turn, Follow the people, Right turn Left turn and i begin to wonder where the hell I am? Next time i should bring a map of singapore and a compass to track my location, probably bring a bag of emergency food in case i cant find my way out, and an emergency flare, should any plane pass by. My own instinct whenever i lose my way, is not just to cry and wait, but look for those big metal white and red lined snakes that hover above the ground. Once i find those great metal anacondas i know im definately safe as hell.
And So it begins! I took my new shoes out for a spin around town. They were rather stiff at first, making those hard "click clock click clock" sounds on the marble floor before i walked outta my house, sometimes it feels my like my legs are wearing iron hard condoms as i move about the house, before finally being satisfied. Elvis has left the building! Right first thing i did was trying to walk propely with it, try not to fall off (DUH) as though I was wearing high heels. On the streets i began marching, left and right and left and right, pressing each step firmly to the ground, for a while i couldn't walk straight. I wonder if i could do tricks with my shoes, since every shoe was unique."Fetch Left Shoe! Fetch! Good boy~ Now Roll~" but after a while i figured i shouldn't worry too much about how my shoes looked like, since everyone is looking at faces and female "fun-bags" these days.And plus my Bata shoes are still not torn, i can wear them here anytime if i want! I dont know what i want from shoes, but i've always wanted a shoe that specialises in tripping kids on heelies. What's better than screwing a brat's day in public? Now that's GOOD shoe. I wonder if i should get one that punctures car tires as well...
And so our hero returns home, with his two cds in hand and his legs aching as though he just fire-walked to spiritually cleanse himself (JUST HOW DO WOMEN ACTUALLY MANAGE TO SHOP THIS LONG WITHOUT GETTIN TIRED?) Right, and the first thing I did was enter the elevator. Just as the doors fully closed, there was this guy, punk oviously, male with a centre-parting typo f4 hair style, and so, with lightning reflexes, our hero moves his highly charged super bionic hands, which enable him to carry light objects by simply closing his fingers around them, to press the lift doors open. And the guy sorta thanked me. Then i realise he smelled just exactly like what he was collecting...GARBAGE. Looks like he's up for the job. Then he looks at me and asks me in Malay... "something"... becuase i dont understand. The first thing in my mind was "OH MAN... Not AGAIN!?" I bet this mistake will be repeated when i enter a new school next year, everyone thinking im malay thanks to my brown tan i aquired from swimming almost three times a week if possible and going to the gym. His smell soon crawled up my nose and i wished i had pressed the "close door" button instead. Then i told him i couldn't understand malay. So he spoke chinese to me, god i swear if he spoke tamil to me i would have slapped him, not that im racist, it's that it'd be rather obvious what i was by now. He asks if there are any used electronic devices, he asked whether i had any old phones as well. For a moment i wanted to offer my OWN phone which has been reduced to almost JUST a keypad. But i said no no no and no. Then i decided to give an advice with gratitude for his perfume, which kinda reminds me of my sister, who enjoys caking me with layers upon layers of perfume just to test it all out, before she wears one when she goes out. I try to stay away from the vincity of her perfume library as much as i can so as not to get posioned. Today there's cocoa butter, which happens to be my favourite, tomorrow there's vanilla,then sea smell, lavender, durian etc etc. So as i said, i gave that dude some advice, who was most probably from malaysia, i told him to go down to the dumpster to check for all the cool stuff he can find and used Deodourant cans for himself. Oh seriously this man smells as though he's spent days frolicking in garbage and building trash castles. but of course, as the main character of the story, i never get hurt, nor die, for if i did, there would be no story!

2005-12-11T18:47:00.000-08:00

Name: Chen Weiyu
Age: 16++
Sex: OH YES PLEASE!!!
Height: Approximately 177-178cm (Yes I Grew, Again)
Weight:
Total Fat Percentage In Body:
Status: Still Unemployed...
Dahm today was my interview, and it ended so quickly, which i didn't expect it to. My friend introdueced me to this office job, off at some temporary office building... what can i say. Wow. The place was obviously very old, i could see the tarnish of the white paint from the outside of the building, obvious stains of cavity from weather, discoloured walls. The first thing i noticed when i walked in was the guard house. Since my friend was working there i supposed that she should have a card of access of some form to show the guard, but well... there's NO ONE in the guard house!!! The guard house is empty!!! We just walked into the building unopposed. The only thing I thought was operational was the lift, all the way to fifth floor. In my mind i began to try and relax myself, because im about to meet many probably older-than-me business personnel, who probably LOOKED serious. The carpet of the place was a mess, there were substances all over the floor that probably developed their own political systems and had established a city. Catching a close cglance into another room i can see dust almost everywhere, on the tables on the computers that probably still worked only in DOS mode. There were many telephones in the area, which i had originally considered to be styrafoam cups with strings attached on their bottoms... Hell when i met the OTHER colleagues, things took a great change. My brain kept saying HO MY GOD HO MY GOD HO MY GOD. Well they're all feamel... and same aged... Almost ALL of them wear spectacles, typical nerdy oh-look-at-me-i'm-reading-a-comic-book type of look. And YES they were equipped with comics. I mean ALL of them. and they were ALL READING. Never in my life have i seen such coordination except in the military. Boy they sure are nerds, but are they smart nerds? What secrets do they hide behind those dense spectacle lenses? My friend introduced them all to me, which i told her wasn't neccessary, because i forgot the names almost immediately as they left her mouth. You know the good thing about this place? It's always not on time. You can come late and not worry a single thing, because the boss himself is always late,. What more could i ask for? Work starts at 8 30 and ends t 5 30. I think i'll wake up at 8 30 and arrive at around 9 30, since that's the time the boss arrives... the first hour was filled with nothing to do, i observed each and every one of those girls, wondering what on hell are they doing, whether they're working or simply conducting photosynthesis in the sunlight coming in through the windows. Well they're doing the same thing as just now! Reading and reading and reading those comics. Hmmm maybe if i chose to work there i would bring a stack of FHM magazines that i once used to read and show them the true meaning of life. There was nothing for me to do while i waited, so i took a book on the table, which was a postal code dictionary of singapore. Then i saw the date at the spine of the book, "1995" and began to reconsider my choice of a job. Am i like 10 years too late? Then the boss comes in, when it was about 10 am... What a boss he is. Okay so im interviewed by him, he tells me the pay is $850 per month and Overtime can also be added in, and then kicks me the hell outta his office. Sad thing is i can only start work NEXT month, so im back to where i was once standing. Sure hope my cousins manage to find a space in their hotel they're working at, because i sure would want to do something more fun than type keys and read comic books

2005-12-09T07:30:00.000-08:00

Vacuumed the house TWICE, actually it was fun, becuase it was actually SOMETHING TO DO AT HOME. Just for kicks and to waste time, I even vacuumed the ceiling till this old bastard came down from heaven and knocked on my door to try and stop me probably. I replied by vacuuming the inner face the door till he finally gave up and went back up, and I went back to vacuuming the roof...

I just heard that my pay is delayed to ABOUT JANUARY. How awesome can that be!? Im so broke i can barely go out, maybe only to workout and swim at the same time... if i were to go to westmall or orchard i would have to spend... Too cheap to even buy M&Ms choclate, i bought smarties. Smarties are something i havent eaten since primary 4, I enjoyed comparing them with M&Ms. There's alot of difference, first would be the structure, where smarties is visibly larger and flatter. Then when i bit the first smarty, there was this light minty taste i began to experience immediately... making me wonder if I bought Smarties instead of Mentos. But as i bit further down the chocolate appeared. Well the chocolate inside isn't AS THICK as the M&Ms chcolate, so it was relatively better and you could eat a rather large amount without feeling queesy. Well thgat's enough of chocolates. The skin beneathe my feet are becoming increasingly sensitive, they hurt extremely easily, probably because of the slippers i wear, which has alot of studs... i fear they might peel off someday...

Okay i didn't manage to get that hotel job, because it was full. I got rather upset for a while, and when im upset im ALWAYS lying down somehow and thinking about what to do. But sure enough a few minutes later i got an office job and my interview's on monday, rather small place, not really of my favour. The hotel job was seriously appealing to me, because i enjoyed what i usually never got to enjoy, alot of people surrounding me, the atmosphere bustling with life and joy. I've always wanted some sort of party environment, everyone drinking or eating, gossiping dancing, (stripping etc etc. haha!) This office job should be rather silent, and "inside", so i wont get to experience that. But this environment is my FIRST suitable job environment. A computer facing me in a room, a bunch of hidden windows beneathe the screen full of mystery as my boss walks by to check on me, a mug of soupy snax on the table, still hot and savoury, tiny radio hidden beneathe the bulk of the monitor, my feet tapping hard on the carpet impatiently as i eye the clock across the hallway, waiting for it to hit 5 30 sharp and my papers are already packed, a boss staring at me and ever ready to scream in my ear down the corridoor. Oooo.

I feel completely sucked off feelings right now. I dont know if im happy or not, it's kind of neither, all im doing is eating teddybear biscuits, sending each one of them home (into my mouth) to join the others... These are the 10cents per packet chocolate cookie teddybears i used to buy when i was half my current size. I even used to like bite their bodies in half and add ribena to their abdomens as though i was making some kind of mad art, and leave them on plates before serving to my younger cousins who would chicken out and cry to their parents. Good thing about these silly pranks is that they're edible, so when the parents check me out they'll see nothing but a hungry kid sucking on his dahm fingers.

Hmmm i wonder was i ever violent? After drinking a glass of water, i realise i might have been. When i was young and still donned the most stylish pampers on earth, or so my sister said, ever since i watched jurassic park part one, she didn't see a younger brother no more, what she saw was a 2 and a 1/2 feet tall meat-eater. Remember that car scene in jurassic park? When that scaly asshole was looking at those kids? It was raining and the jeeps power had run out? She said whenever i got into the car, i would go ," RRRRROOOOAAARRRRR...." (Teeth Gestures Included) And ever i've been a coldblooded creature ever since. I enjoyed jumping around like some crazy lunatic, trying to follow that velociraptor creatures, but i looked more like an oversized turkey jumping about and jumping on people before i bit them to pieces. Next worst thing to ever happen to me was wrestling. I forgot how it occurred that i ever watched that bullshit, and i dont WANT to remember how it occurred either, musta been on drugs. I kinda made my best buddy in school cry after... i dunno what i did to him... whether i punched him? Or kicked him? Or both? I wasn't too sure, i might have just flicked my finger. i made a kid cry also, bad memory. I was going to sit down in the courtyard with my bag in my right hand. And i was nearing my class and so i threw my bag a short distance away from me. I dont know if i had deadly accuracy or a marksman's eye but my bad happened to land and after a second or two or more and catch the legs of this bastard. Hmmm and that little buster kept blaming me like a nutcase with his eyes full of tears, as though i had broken his leg or somehow INCREASED his possible impotency. Then many of his friends came over to blame me and point at me like i had killed that kid with my bare hands, which i would have in a manner of seconds, and they saw it with their blind eyes. The modern me would have laughed, gave him the broken leg he wished for, walk away, and make a "get well soon" card. The me then just cried, because even my own friend didn't help! What a dissapointment.

My christmas wish list. Yes yes. Even though im not christian, nor would i want to be one, I'd just want a list which i could hopefully accomplish myself or sheer luck. Hmmm what would i want!? There's this thing about desire, it says, getting what you want and being happy are two very different things. Now that's true. I dont really have anything i could want, i dont need any expensive items. Hmmm, perhaps the Pussycat Dolls would climb down the chimney of my bedroom one night?! Sing carols for me?! Maybe more than carols?! Or for someone to teach me a powerful kind of magic by which i make clothing disappear? I WISH. My only wish is to celebrate it! With ALOT of people and be happy for once in 8 years. That's my only wish

2005-12-06T09:30:00.000-08:00

*Ahem* Blogging is about COMPLAINING. And a Man such as I, have a long list! Like take, for example, the pop corn im making. It's supposed to be fine. Put it all in this bowl and into the microwave, very simple. Turns out some idiot around the household left the door open. No the harmful microwaves will not escape, becuase the functions of this microwave is rather safe and it wont start until the door is shut tight. Something ELSE happened. The door was NOT SHUT before i put my popcorn in. I turn it on to hjear loud crackling sounds FIRST, THEN the popping of the popcorn, The thick buttery smell made everything seem alright. So i went to watch my now favourite Tv series, "House", about an eccentric irritating doctor solving harder-to-solve-than-usual cases. Well if you guessed it, A Lizard went in. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE" "EEEEEEEEEEEE" "YUUUUUUUCKs" That's what you're probably saying in the back of your head, or "Ah that's nothing, Should try putting in a hamster sometime" if you're mentally sick. Oh poor poor popcorn, you look like a mess! What am i going to do? Well at least now it has some flavouring, and a new one too!

NEXT thing is that I'm getting sick of this black colour, and if i dont start placing scary pictures around my blog soon im going to go haywire and kill people. Well at least it looks different from the other blogs, maybe i should start adding bloody pictures to create a more lively environment. There's nothing freaky about blood and bleeding people, They're just cells and haemoglobin.

My cousin, the very tiny, shortest in class since primary 3 kid, and also claims to have about 409 boyfriends now ( I forgot which position i was, doesn't matter ), is now classified officially very very irritating and certified mentally unfit by me. I was at this dinner, supposed to be my grandfather's dunno how manyth birthday, since i lost count i never bothered anymore. We're down at this coffee shop to eat like a banquet? Each dish served at different intervals? Yes that kind. Well I'm, as always, not in the mood for talking, and strangely today she seemed to have probably swallowed a few hundred gallons of sugar. My cousin is like, i dunno, EVERYWHERE? AT THE SAME TIME!? She'll pop out out of nowhere, even when im biting my fish carefully so as not to choke on the bone... If she's not pestering me, about flattening my hair ( Completely impossible ), about her silly little hobbies, about those childish games she plays, not pinching me while im swallowing something, slapping my back while im trying to get some peace, not talking about Chicken Little and that irritating Dragostea Din Te song, she would be singing HILLARY DUFF OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THIS EARTH!!! "She rocks man!" "She's so cool!" Hillary Duff looks like she could rock a bed really hard, but she's not cool. And until quite recently she didn't realise she was fat, in fact VERY fat (check out her arms, She's seems to have more muscles than i do), and now she's slimming down (never works, so sad) and I dont like Landsay Lohan either. I dont like implants. I bet you dont remember this, even i dont, It's some childish song with hand signs we used to play when we were still below the height of our mother's hip, and she's singing it and asking me to do the actions in public, i thought it could shut her up definately, i tried and for each actiopn i just nodded my head and moved my hands, it goes "Hey (dunno what), Caterpillar, Lazy boy, Sexy Girl ---- Go to school, play a fool --- (continue continue) " takes us quite a long way back doesn't it? But hell Puberty's STILL the BEST THING that ever happened to me. The worst part of all is that she never RUNS OUT OF STUFF TO SAY. Hey i wish i could do that, Im always dying to get topics to talk about and have a good coinverstaion but that hardly happens so... She's like a machine gun that doesn't stop firing, on and on into the night i listen to what she's saying. It's a mix of hip hop language like , Yo- man, (hand gestures included) What's happening Ya'll?!?" and chinese. Unbelievable? Believe it. 95% of what she says doesn't make sense, so all you have to do is just nod and simply say "yes" after every sentence and she'll also be happy. I hate chicken little, it's not even a good movie, and it's birdflu-positive carrier. Chickens only comes in two forms to me, Kentucky? And Long-Johns Combo One. and i thought i'd get peace when the food arrives, i'd bug her to go eat her rice, her chicken, her prawns... and she always says yes, which i would feel REALLY happy after that... but she eats like only 0.0025dm3 of the whole dish, which is probably even smaller than my finger, swallows it all in about 6 seconds, and *poof* she's pestering me again. Well at least she took my mind of certain things so i wont have to think so much and find a way to get her away. My cousins' like a dog biting onto my ass and not letting go even after it manages to get a piece of it. Then my grandfather tells me to eat this crispy prawn thing which is really crispy... problem is i dont LIKE prawn. I vomitted after eating tempura once at home and i swore never to try it again. But that's disrespectful isnt it? So i grabbed the prawn, and while he's looking i pretended to bite, wheras i only bit the skin off nicely and neatly before placing them onto my plate in an orderly manner. So i literally left all the prawns naked and cold, yet they still looked disgustingly sexy. I left the plate of three prawns placed side by side nicely on the table for a toilet break.. and find a greedy aunt of mine standing over my plate when i returned. Thinking that It was a side dish of some sort, she dipped it in chilli and ATE IT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. All three of it! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Well at least im not wasting food this time round...

2005-12-06T02:01:00.000-08:00

Finally I have completed the colossal hairy ape game! King Kong! I beat up all the other bastards really good hoho. Sad thing is that i completed it in only like... 1, 2, 3, 4 days!? $60 for just 4 days of fun?!?! Oh well i wont mind replaying the fight scenes and try to beat my time with new funny kinds and sorts of combinations. Now I'm awaiting a bank transaction to complete, my $400 back up. Im left with about $340 as mentioned earlier, i know what to do with the 40, saving a 100, and not know what to do with the 200. Still awaiting a new job interview as well, as introduced by my cousins because they already work there. Mom says she'll get them to watch over me, in fear i may turn into a bad person through influence. My oh my, do i look like i'm still sucking my own thumb? Someone who hands you need to hold or tie up to a pole in fear of me running off on my own? But it's a busy job, i dont think anyone gets a chance to look at anyone.

I find myself rather uselss around the household, i dont do much nowadays, it's all like, wake, play, play play play play play and then eat then play play play read read read and write write write all my strange thoughts on a piece of paper and leave all my stupid imaginations in my head. Im so going to decay like this, i better get a job soon, theni'd get a real purpose. It's almost like going to school, but in school i get to sleep, see sights and life. At work everyone's minds are probably dead with work and i dont get to sleep. Talking about school, I dont think i'd feel rather upset about leaving, though for a few seconds i let myself admire the moments i had in school, but never too much. It's a GOOD THING that im leaving, AND I HOPE I am, or as my friends enjoy talking about my grades all day long that i'd get to experience secondary school life AGAIN for the SECOND time, Or what uh ITE in Simei sounds like a good choice for me to head to. Friends? Well no sorry i dont have any anymore. I hope i dont get to meet people who look down on others because of their grades ever again, unless fate wills it! I wont remember them i guess, i never do. I usually come home after being rained by a storm of insults, which happen to ALWAYS be me and i dont know why when i have NEVER done anything wrong nor insulted them in anyway. It's almost as though they're indirectly punching or slapping your face and they dont know it, and even if they knew they wouldn't bother. Someone told me it's because of my tolerance level and my weird temper. So that means I have to be a bad person. Maybe this only happens in this school with this group so i hope i get into another group and far away. And it isn't that im petty! Once or twice is fine, sure, but not ALL the time, and it's ALWAYS my life they're laughing at. Ho like "Do you remember what he did... last summer", or "Look at his results...", "Can you believe he actually did all that..." There's almost a big frequency every hour and everyday. I hope working with my friends is the last thing we ever do together, because even during then the same things go on over and over again on my expense. Worst of all nothing good happens when i come home, or online. ARGHH Im so frustrated with my life!!! PLEASE end this year.

My mom just nagged at me to keep my clothes and all that blah blah blah, she's rather irritated by me asking her to go to the bank to check on the transaction. I didn't Ask ALOT as well! i only asked three time for today, and she said yes today morning and that we'd go in the evening, wand that I'D have to treat her dinner, and i agreed. Later i see her cooking dinner, and she just scolded me blah blah blah and though she had forgotten... she sure enjoys breaking promises. I'll pester her alot tomorrow if it doesn't happen, just to piss her off. Aint i irritating?

Im imagining a pool party right now in my head, and im the only one invited. Yes im being selfish, but i'd be bored to death. Okay now im imagining a pool party with everyone there, but the pool would have to be beach-sized to contain so many idiots. I wonder what's a pool party like, i've never been to parties since i was primary 4. I mean i always do get the invitations but it's always my parents who takes them away. Then im thinking of ice skating, something im interested in, in fact my soon to be second sport apart from swimming, but it's not free and it all seems rather boring. Thee's a friend of mine who goes there for ice-skating men, i think, and ends up getting the young little boys who havent heard the word puberty yet. There's only one place i know that has a ice skating rink, that's here in jurong, but idont like jurong, it's kindo of boring and always polluted with old people. WHY DONT YOU JUST DIE

2005-12-05T04:18:00.000-08:00

FINALLY MY WORK IS OVER. Ohoho any second longer would have killed me. Thanl goodness the last two days were extremely empty, you'll have to fill it yourself with a list of things to do. The problem now with jobs is, whether you'd choose it to be extremely simple and boring, or very busy but rather exciting? Time passes faster when there are things to do, and i have a bad habit of looking at clocks whenever i work. So we took about two groupie photos together, too bad daniaal wasn't there to take it with us becuase he has to sacrifice himself for a god-sister's wedding, and he LEFT EARLIER so that's unfair! But hell we all kissed SMU anmd our asses goodbye without even trying to look back, didn't come as a surprise though. I guess i should be happy, but i just realised i dont have a purpose once again. Am i going to bake pineapple tarts for my mother for the rest of this holiday!? Am i going to cook otah at my father's silly tiny itchy little stall!? I can see them kinda smiling behind my back, as though they already have some plan for me... Dad says he'll give me about $10 for a full day at work, I say I'll give him the finger (Not Actual Words!) Mom only pays me like $20 for an entire month of pineapple tart baking!? She sure knows how to use her son... and for your information that's EXACTLY what i do every year. I dont feel like taking my own parents money, as in i prefer to earn it off some other unlucky bastard, funny thing is, where does my pocket money come from?

Okay okay now what do i do? I spent yesterday and the day before running around in a computer game, constantly chased by rather huge and irritating dinosaurs, and picking fights with tyrannosauruses. I'm playing King Kong! Rather exciting, freaky, the way i like it to be. I have to like press the keys very hard when im fighting with dinosaurs to do combo moves or prevent myself being killed and now my fingers are having cramps... So today's considered as a big break from pressing rapidly on those white keys. I have accomplished nothing so far! tomorrow i'll try to get my mother to check her bank account so i can withdraw my $400. Im saving about $100, Spending the rest on whatever i can spend. I already spent $60 on the game that leaves me with about $340? Another matrix game with my own saving of about $16 and $40 from the big sum would leave me with about $300 and $200 to spend. what can i buy with $200? 10 bottles of wine, but nah, I swore not to touch alcohol again, as to gambling. A Gameboy and a POKEMON GAME!!! Oh man i feel like Peter Pan, I'll NEVER grow up will I? I think i shall save it to get clothes and books, i want the whole Constantine series, which is 10 books? $300 dollars in total. What a way to spend, but no way.

Still stuck with nothing to do, Nothing to much to live for, nothing to care for. My personal life is screwed, and i dont understand why for what the hell have i done wrong? I must have stepped on some God's toes or peeked at a goddess bathing... tch tch i think THAT's it. Well now it's time again to forget, and be a different person once again, try to forget what i ever needed or desired and be different! ARGRH Im so terrible at encouraging myself! Im actually still very miserable. I hate feeling helpless and being unable to do anything, That's the worst thing ever! But now i dont care. That's growing up, you'll always have to leave somethings behind.

OHooho i made a shocking discovery. It's regarding fats, yes those lovely substances women enjoy the most and cant help talking about it all day long or comparing with one another in amount . This is what my sister told me. Fats contain hormones! All fats, animals fats. Mostly it's ESTROGEN. ESTROGEN is the female one. Isn't that interesting? That's why fat men also have boobs! (In fact even bigger boobs than what we normally check out everyday on women around this area) Hormones trigger the growth... mmmm... and before you know it guys, you may even try lipstick or your mom's wedding gown.

I can see my mother talking to my cat, again and again, the cat justs stares at her with those big juicy eyes that i always wanted to pluck out and play, then purrs in approval, before going to sleep. People just love talking to their pets, some people even talk to their plants and flower, supposedly it boosts their growth. Truth is the plants dont bother what the hell you're going to tell them, they just want the carbon dioxide spewing from your smelly potholes. I guess animals are such great listeners we eventually pretend they understand. My cat knows how i feel, but not what i am saying. Guess that's their triumph and at the same time, their tragedy. I think it's better that way, that they dont understand us, it's happier to live life as a dumb happy man than a smart and unhappy one. my cat, whose name is also "cat", is by far the only living animal that can tolerate the hazardous amount of bullshit i produce everyday. By the by, it would bite me if it gets really pissed, and i still hold the record in the house for having the most cat bites and scracthes. What an A-hole.
I dont like rats. When i was around eight, my neighbour had this silly white rat with beady blood red eyes that resembled jelly-o jelly... i thought it was cute, so i carried it in my hand. Before i knew it the idiot was nibbling at my index finger's fingernail and i was already bleeding when i realised. I dont like hamsters either. Hell they're cute, but the bit me one time too many, and they're stupid, they dont play with you, all they do is run that silly wheel of theirs everyday when they cant stop moving and sit still. Rabbits, hmmm, bigger dumber and hornier versions of rats and hamsters. Dogs are fine, just look at the variety of places they use for toilets! You can bomb a neighbours garden anytime. I like fierce dogs though, poodles are useless. I originally wanted a ferret, but the singapore animal blah blah society (I dont know what it's called) chose not to allow them here becuase they carry some kind of funny disease that has equally funny effects. They're so adorable. Chincillas and fat rats, well not fat if you shave them. And they're horny as hell, check out the amount of pictures shirleen has of her chinchillas humping, "every night" she says, "As long as 'it' is 'open', they will do it EVERYNIGHT" See it's not a crime isn't it? Share the love. I like turtles as well, they're just so cute and their little claws are so cute ohoho.. Tell you what. The best pet of all is fishes. They dont live for long, so you wont have to worry about much in the future, and they make excellent sandwiches. Delicious.

2005-11-30T04:09:00.000-08:00

Day FOUR, Day FIVE and Day SIX:
Survived another day of complete nothingness. There's REALLY no meaning for this job! If i work in a bookshop, maybe i could read the books, or AT LEAST the titles. I got caught with Daniaal today for dancing in the classroom with all the cool coloured lights. Kevin recorded the whole thing, except the part when the guy came in and caught us. Well we weren't punished or what, just SHOCKED by the sudden appearance, and the guy is REALLY freaky, as in dropping-in-all-of-a-sudden-and-giving-me-a-heart-attack that kind of freaky. I dont know if he's pissed or not, but personally i dont care. It's not like he's a teacher with a cane or anything to hit me so, He can go home and cry to his mommy. Just dont fire me! Okay so collecting attendance and absentees list isn't the worst thing that could happen to you, how about, hmmm let's say, invigilating!?!? So i walk into the class im invigilating for a while, and EVERYONE stares at me again, i can feel my knees shaking and trembling a little when the teacher slowly closes the door behind him to go on for his toilet break. For a moment i believe i was in hell, with air conditioning of course. It was cold and my teeth were rather gritty. I parked myself uncomfortably on the seat, afriad to even move about as it would create noise and THEY would stare at me again. I so wished that the minutes would fly past me quicly before i knew it. WHAT IRONY. A SECONDARY SCHOOL STUDENT Invigilating UNIVERSITY STUDENTS, Hoho bow to me suckers, i could fail you any moment. Maybe i should try scolding them next time? ILL DO IT ON THE LAST DAY AHAHHA. The ORIGINAL invigilator sure knows how to use his time, his toilet break is so long i think he's probably even bathing inside. Bastard. Nothing new happens these days, just bad luck and good luck, earlier dismissals.
Now Even The Tv Series im watching is starting to suck, sometimes i can even claim i wrote the script becuase I can roughly predict what happens next? You can't? Well too bad, it's something called talent, something i have and you do not have, what pity. There's this Silly love triangle going on, it's a thing with two girls and a guy. The guy likes this OLDER girl, which i think is CRAZY, then his mom gets him a veitnamese wife who like him, but that OLDER woman doesn't like him and he's rather irritated by that younger woman. Then after a while the OLDER woman likes him also, and his mother objects, so they couldn't be together, and the younger one found out and thus, left him? THEN He find life hard without that younger woman, then he later he decides that he likes the younger one... (Repeat the whole cycle for a few times) ... UGHH personally i would choose the YOUNGER one, the older one has probably reached her expiry date, tsk tsk, plus she has two kids too, So like 'opened' bottles in a supermarket, we must reject them and choose another! BUT SOMEHOW THAT FREAKING SHOW always puts the guy in stupid and impossible situations , when he doesn't like the OLDER girl anymore, he would be doing something with the OLDER girl, and JUST SO the YOUNGER woman would "HAPPEN" to pass by and see them together and get the wrong idea... I bet no one understood whati have typed for the past few minutes... TV is bad for health!
Hmmm Finally I've completed the Sandman series! It's a graphic novel for mature readers, my first WHOLE set! Hmm now now let's check the price tag for 11 books. It's $33.00, TIMES TEN. Wooo cheap cheap. $330!!!! If my mom found out about this, she'd have twisted my head off and used it for a soccer ball. But of course i never told her a thing. It's someimes unneccessary to be honest sometimes. The thing about complicating books? Like this one? Is that reading once, you would not be able to understand, which leads you to reading it OVER and OVER again... there's a total of 2000 over pages of graphic literature in my hands, and i analyse a portion of them day by day, just trying to understand andanswer unanswered questions, along with my own personal ones. I dont look like a nerd do I? Course Not. I wasn't at all, just last year i hated books and i swore to my mother i would not read anything longer than three pages. But well i kind of had many personal problems, mainly my fault, so thinking books were a SOURCE of answers to these questions in my life i picked up a few an began swimming and diving through the alphabets of the pages, touching each word and letter with my fingertips as i passed them as though my eyes were chewing slowly at each bit of information. In time i found certain answers, And i found EVEN more questions? So to tanswer those i decided to read on... And thus reading is part of me! Pretty silly idea though? Yet im still hoping to discover the REST of my questions with answers i deserve.
I originally planned to write a few songs and compose them on my sister's computer, though i dont have much courage to ask my sister for help, not that i DONT WANT HER HELP, i bet she'll think im ridiculous and chasing a dumb dream of mine? Singer? Heh i cant get twinkle twinkle little stars right. SO i hope to pluck up all my courage one day, as you all know and if you dont know, i think im the beggest coward the sun has ever met in all his days of travel across the floating ocean, to do what i want to do, apart from song composing, but other things as well. Then again composing a song isn't easy!? I still need to come up with a certain distinctive chorus to sing? Which isn't AS EASY AS IT SEEMS? It CANT sound cheesy? But it usually does without you knowing until some friend of yours tells you it really is... I wont want it to sound like the powerpuff girls theme song, or the new 'chicken little' dance song which i hate above all things else because it REALLY IS FREAKING IRRITATING? People should download THE CHINESE VERSION, Man a REAL hit indeed! The whole song is about being unafriad of cockroaches, maybe baygon or mortein would hire the singer Kwok BEBE to help advertise their irritating-pest disposal products with an equally irritating song. Come to think of it, I hate cockroaches. I dont like them, they're born ugly, they look ugly, and they stay ugly! I can officially claim me being the champion, for no one outruns me in sight of a flying cockroach

November 27th 2005

2005-11-27T04:30:00.000-08:00

This is what it is, seriously undecorated though, the decorations will come in maybe next time when i get bored of shooting people or writing all sorts of literature-like papery mess and burning them away when i lose interest in them halfway. There's no much need for decorations i think, I have seen other people splash pictures here and there, like picasso blindfolding himself and going on a holiday with a tin of paint in his hand, all the bright coloury words here and there, it's more like an advertisement gone wrong, and you still cant get people to see the REAL picture. But hey that's them, everyone's unique. And Since people are here to read the words and not my lovely self-portrait i shall say nothing more. I'm still not ditching the black feel though, isn't it a wonderful colour? Black? It dissolves any other colour, and every colour. Before creation was the black colour. And eventually when we become a star, we only see black. It's beautiful.

Okay so my o'levels are over, You want to know how it feels like? The joy? The supposed happiness? Seems immense for about the first 24 hours, then you find yourself incapable of entertaining yourself further with happy thoughts and imaginations, and then wondering how you are going to kill like 5 months of your life! Well i spent the past few days meaninglessly, either playing or just going out and going out and going out. In order to prepare for prom, my sister has decided to help me get something, i wanted something formal really! what i wore that day wasn't even SEMI formal. But i cant help it, my sister has a point, a practical idea that i can wear those clothes out as well, so hell, i got them! To be EXACT that ws the FIRST TIME i ever bought my own clothes! Now that's something pretty much exciting as giving me my first barbie doll when I was 3 or 4 (WHOOPS) Okay we went to Topman to get my attire, i got this black jacket thingy, and some brown inlet. I kinda stunned the guys when they first saw me, i was seriously a hockeyplayer coach, i originally wanted to come in black jeans, but the whole look would make me look like Neo from the Matrix so i kinda dropped the idea and changed to blue jeans.

Well now I have A job, at SMU baby! Singapore Management University! Strange as it is, and svery sorry to dissapoint you by not giving you something to laugh at but im not there as a cleaning staff, nor a security guard, but as a temporary staff, i get to move exam scripts from here to there and there to hear in a huge trolley with a big stack of answer sheets and OTAS papers, but trust me those things ARE NOT LIGHT. Paper is very dense, by itself it is thin and light, in a stack, you can use them as weights? They can even give you a full body workout? Or a Substitute for toilet paper in cases of emergency. Lovely paper and it's uses. I also get to set up classrooms, which by now i have fully understood after three days of work.
Day ONE:
Everyone enters the place, unsure of what the hell we're going to do in a university. In my head I could start to imagine and conjure up many thousands and thousands of nightmares brought to life and breathing as i push the thick glass doors open, the unversity dudes pointing at me and laughing, in an awesome ridiculating manner "HAHA SUCKERS! Take a good look at our university, you may NEVER enter again!!!! ", or halfway while working my pants splits into half in front of the whole class and revealing my ultra sexy Calvin Klein *Censored* *Censored*, or the Overhead-Projector dropping down halfway and killing me in a single instant, or at the end i get cheated of my pay, or... ( other Other OTHER Imaginations) ... This is what I call killing myself before I even see the enemy. It happens for everything else that happens in my life sooo... Yeah i worry too much and about everything. Okay then We go up this elevator which has pretty cool high tech screens featuring MSU propaganda with good looking girls and ugly looking guys. Then the elevator doors open, and you are guided to this room where you are told to sit around and wait for you boss who goes by Ms Julia Chua... - "Must be Some Old Auntie" We all say. And The doors open after like, hmmm half an hour? And I find myself fiddling with my fingernails, when the door opens and this Bombshell walks in and blasts the guys away like Hiroshima, (Not me though heh heh, you have to do wayyy better than that) She's young, probably around 20 - 24? No more no less, well she looks... acceptable enough to be my boss eh? at least i have a decent enough person to work under. Okay she's wearing a low-cut top, like i told everyone else who were online on that day... and she enjoyed bending down. You can see the SPARKS fly from the guy's eyes. When you bend down, and you dont cover, you're putting your wares on an auction, with many willing bidders out there! Well She likes to bend down to carry stuff and the guys begin to take a great interest in looking at her uh... cleavage? I think for the whole of day one, that was the task for them, to look, and not stop. She's so helpful. BUT, BUT, I REALLY did not see okay? I did not see anything at ALL. Now this Is REAL HAHAHA as hard as it is to believe. Daniaal did not see too! We're the two only Holy Innocents on chastice... NOT pretty enough. Yeah yeah okay and she treated me ice cream, and the most expensive one too. What was i to do? Refuse? Or swallow?
Day TWO:
Now there wasn't supposed to be a day two okay? I just came back from a silly week, a wonderful prom, a lazy thursday afternoon and a stupid first day at work on friday. this OT or OverTime, was for i dunno why either. I wonder if they'll pay me extra? Hmmm they'd better, because the Intel Pentium Four in Room SR 2.1 looks rather easy to carry out of the place unopposed. I was having a fever and flu, which i didn't realise till i was on the MRT to work, and it was a little too late and i needed that money. So i went to work, sick. What a bad idea it was definately. It was absolute torture, even worse than full-body waxing or a mathematic test. I barely crawled my home alive that day and i slept ALLLLLLLLLLLL the way till night. Coming online is a weird experience as it always is to me. There are always people you want to talk to, and you cant find a way to talk to. And there are also people, WHOM you DONT want to talk to, but talk to you. But either ways i accept both now since hardly anyone will talk to me, and the fact that someone actually BOTHERS to spend a few muscles on double clicking that mouse upon your email address is really an honour. In fact i think i learn much more about these people now, my views have changed. As for those i STILL cant find a way to talk to, I'm still trying, learning, and finding a way. Ah well, When i have finally spat out all my saliva on the computer screen and those who have it all over their faces have gone offline, i began to play computer games till 3 plus plus AM and went to bed to date Alice in wonderland once more.
Day THREE:
Which is Today! It's called DAY THREE OF WORK, what I did on sunday is Noneofyagoddahmbusiness. Today Wasn't very Strenous, Well physically yes, i roughly know how to walk around SMU now as though i own the place. I ate baked rice for $4 today! In the KOPITIAM downstairs! well the cheese was rather filling, the smell wasn't too strong and it fills your nose once you break and cut through the hardened yellow crust on the surface of the baked rice, to reveal the rice that contained within. Well unlike the pizzahut baked rice i tried, which is simply cheese rice and a little meat ( EVERYTHING from pizzahut sucks anyway, I'll explain why one day ), it had this brown gravy beneathe, a completely different taste, rather towards the sweeter side, but also salty so you get a balanced mix between the rather sour cheese and the comparatively sweet rice and salty taste from the uh... SALT. Im finally healed and i have not eaten anything sweetstuffs today to prove that im a good kid in good hands, ROUND OF APPLAUSE PLEASE. Thank you thank you. Today i had to ENTER classes while they were having exams just to collect the attendance sheets and absentees sheet from the invigilators. As you know, it is common behaviour for people doing exams to look up and check out who's entering the room halfway during a test as opening the door breaks the silence. So imagine entering a quiet room all of a sudden and you find about 40-60 pairs of eyeballs staring at you. Nervewreckingly freaky yes i agree. Ah well it's over, LUCIKILY today she's wearing a long sleeved and completely covered attire, which, in turn makes her look like a mummy. Productivity is high and we managed to finish the day alive again... let's wait and see tomorrow...