Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Lak Zham Bak. Clap (x 6)



hahah.. so.... its late at nite again.
i got lots to talk about.. like omg. im so high. this rarely happens. like whats the possibility? im a cold cock most of the time so, i cant think any better way to unleash this elusive feeling thru bloggin.. hey, good things happens when this happens to me..
a retard baby.

so it was a super monday..had the last malay paper... no! im not gonna miss it.. i loathe mother tongue! and gosh, im feeling like a wuss right now! hahah.. gotta bear with me little punks.
and theres physics remedial, and after that:

i was SUPPOSED to watch DOA, death death i convinced myself to check tat movie out but eventually i went home and somehow fell asleep instead, with my house phone in my ears while talkin about how we gonna meet, so the whole family got pissed with me because alot of calls were diverted and cancelled as the phone in my room is not dropped. i let my fellow family members and my mens down. yeap, that includes u too christy... you will always be my man. brothahood!

WHERES MRS POH! i think she called me during that time. i need help. yea. help. i need it. i need serious help.


tomorrow, i think theres another remedial, im so gonna go.. chances like this should be best taken advantages of. and maybe im gonna try watching a movie ALONE again..
watching a movie alone is like doin urself a somewhat mental corporal mortification, but its a boost,, more like yoga. bringss the best outta you by bein removed from any links of the social life and ur peers.. so its best not to watch in bustling cinemas such as orchard/lido/cathay.. imma watch it somewhere ulu ulu or pin-drop dead silence like maybe the balestier shaw theathre...
this act seems to give me some kinda good luck drive. as you all know it, after you watch it, you would be walking back home sober, with no frens to talk to, but finding other alternatives textbooks.. solitude is key to a perfect study mindset.. did this last year before my N level, (watching a movie alone.. coach carter i think) and then i immediately banged the hell outta myself thru self-studies when i got home, only to know tat i recieved remarkable results for that particular exam. so im gonna do it again..

Sunday, October 29, 2006

its 1.5 metres deep, Hunter Hurst-Helmsley.


whooa, i seemed to be very un-productive on a supposedly study friday.
so recently was at booty-shaker's party...

also known as: charlie

was somewhat fun.. when comes cake cutting, we sang My Hump's instead of Happy Birthday.
Green curry was fawesome but Grapewine is an Lol-er.
God of Gambler was playing dai-dee. who's the God of Gambler? well, who else.
good music playing from the radio, well, kinda.. theres malay song and techno. gotta be kddin me yall.


and yeah, almost forgot:
the swimming pool there is fucked. definitely has to be damned.. cos MY PHONE got submerged in water. and now its useless and the phone was more or less "electronically vegetable".. totally. and shortly after that, i shoved someone, and she kinda got into the pool.. and also with her paris hilton handphone. it was like OMG. so after finding her phone functional abilities somewhat fucked, she then bf-ed herself all the way to the toilet and nearly to Boohooland. that made me guilty, so i was like restricted myself from jumping into the pool for quite a while.. that ordeal sucked. but i jumped in the pool anyways.


after the party, places i went in order:

dunno where the fuck i was,
Ck Tang,
orchard mrt,
far east plaza,
newton mrt,
newton rise,
Singapore Chinese Girls School,
dunno where the fuck i was,
raffles town club,
met HER.. lift your open hands, strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance, silver moon sparkling, so .... ..
SCGS again,
newton hawker centre,
newton mrt,
met a famous male singer. he sang the opening song of my blog.
newton hawker again,
newton circus,
tekka,
albert's court,
rochor beancurd,
met ahxian and mizzy. tau huay + chin chow + ( han ji peng + kana peng) = song song,
owen road, buddy went home. met buddy's family and buddy the dog, then back home...

today's halloween. cool stuffus. bummer that i dun haf any pics to show.. still remember the time i was at tcc(the coffee connoiseur) there was this mummified fucker who came out of no where, BOOYAA!~ and which pretty much scare the fuck out of me..

so currently taking a whole lot of pimple-reducer pills:

it may look like Panadol menstrual pills. but nono its not. anyways, i think its effective but really, it kinda make me go:

Thursday, October 26, 2006

langgar the motor... then, pu-KiiieeMaacc.

she really look like:


feel like procrastinating lol.. late photoload.
these pics are some high resolut + definit stuff...
Click to enlarge... whopping (2816 x 2112) thanks alot, mr Digicam-S500, it takes aeons for me to upload a single pic. ill set to lower next time.
start with hari raya raya raya....


here are innocent leaf-wrapped sticky ricecakes and at the back, LON-TONG!


then all of them goes straight down to steam bath hell..



and after that, straight down to the roaring 1 month starved fiery infernal pit of my gullet of damnation.
oh yea, thats me eating using tha hands dammit..... tha hands...


mum.. wtf, pink. it matches the wallpaper of my house real well.


uncle's room. racing blood, knawmsayin

erm according to him, he says that its mandatory to drift in D2 races as their regulations and stuffus plus, the cars runs under alot of horses. imagine a drifting mercedes CLK-DTM. but anyways to really drift, you first needa brake and then turn the wheel, step on the clutch, and pull the emergency brake. release emergency brake, countersteer, then wait. until you know the car is facing the corner exit direction. Then smile as you slam on the gas and exit the corner..

more pics later... tons of school pics tat i wanna share...

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

erm, sucks. change it.

holy...

its war yesterday. i never thought i could literally be 26-hours awake... its like im in mission black hawk down or something..
then heres the summary of what i did:

annual room spring cleaning, monday 0300hr,
go to sch asap,
enjoy assembly in hall 0700hr, woohoo
intensive study,
get back home by 1300hr asap..
change
take train to workplace,
work,
work,
work,
suffer for the last hour at 1800,
enjoy the last break-fast for this year at 1900,
work,
work,
work,
eat otah and accidentally met friends,
consume tha raaaamleeeee burger,
work,
work,
study,
work again,
go home,
intensive bath,
sleep at 0400 tueday,

all this for a shitty amont of pay.. but this hell pays well.

so lets talk about my hari raya:
it was shitty. i was L-A-T-E late.




ohyea, i got a camera.. its an S500. lol.
Sony DSC S500 Still Camera..
i got alot of choices, though theres like many other cams that shit-way better then the one i bought, but the reason that i choose this camera is that, the design is UBER-minimalistic, boring and it looks Cheap which is so not, cos the price for this fucker is so .. ex? secondly, its a STILL camera, which requires your hands to stfu and hold 'still', kind of the same when your shooting an air rifle, which i used to miss fuck up and miss alot of shots , and buying this is some kinda like "further training"..
and lastly, and most convincing reason for purchasing the camera is particularly due to its name.. i just love the name.. S500.. such opulence for a name like that. it gives some sort of euphoria that makes u feel rich. example:
Mercedes S500. a car that im so gonna purchase after passing ym driving school and my NS. a not-so old 1992 version, V12, 408hp... AMG turbocharged.


and i also not to mention its air-bag system, i heard it form somewhere that it really takes the S-class another epitome of safety to another level. 8 air bags!

awesome huh?
pimps uses S500's. thats why the camera is pimpin'.
oh yea, i ate LEXUS biscuits.. somehow i dun think feel pimping eating them.


well thats pretty much all the reason why i bought the S500 cam.


so lets talk hari raya. later.. i try my best to squeeze some time later for photoload.
and heres a video about our dnt or something:
http://www.youtube.com/watch_fullscreen?video_id=uy8BgWfm4i8&l=234&t=OEgsToPDskJTNofz5sfcysGwZ63hMMM-&s=4FE8C191F9F05C38:488CDE145F0AAE10&fs=1&title=MOVE

Saturday, October 21, 2006

omg i swear, she was like wearing this tight neon leotard with LV-prints all over...

noche de sexo
wee. look at the time now..
i heard from somewhere that the best time to do your hobby is during when everyones asleep.


little india bazaar was packed the f out.. so we "go geylang-ed" and thought that it would be a tad less. but,
geylang bazaar was also packed the f out, but we spent time there anyways..
it was fun fun fun.. if i got tha pics we took, promise to show it right away..

so today i didnt had a chance to follow my peeps again to little india as they say today theres gonna be indians clogging up the road and the road would kinda like be a mega dancefloors... BOLI BOLI! BANGRA techno!
then theres chances you'll witness an indian guy wearing a see-through fishnet shirt and also sum kinda prune/raisin, which maybe could be his nipples .. ewey. lol

so today, im undergoing whats known as the academic Coup De Grace,
study like i will never gonna study again...
a 48-hr outside world isolation marathon..
my stomach is screaming for my face is just like bangkok... and the pimples are rampant like prostitution...

the many thing to do post-exam aftermath.. that tiff had me.
so heres a list of must-do after motherf***in GCE 'O' Level is done done done:

-Exercise.Workout. Self-improvement. Gym.Run. Must. Get. That. Robocop's. Breasts. Yes.
-XBOX!
-oliveheadshaped hair.
-somehow find a way to grow a little bit of chest hair. macho!
-comics, novel, comics, novel, CD!, comics, novel
-asiatrip, euro if possible.
-the DK circuit Kyosho RC competition!!
-get peoples some stuffs
-xmas presents
-the perfect mhss finale

so anyways, today, i was doing some kinda 'purifying' act. since tml is my family's annual spring cleaning, i decided to clear my special stuffs before the "evidence" goes 'ka--boom' revealed.. and then let my mum finally for one damn year, set foot in MY room.. to really clean it up.
its like my room
so the special stuffs (not-dirty little secrets. if i haf any, i would blatantly display them to prove my iron nuts of daring-ness . but too bad i dun haf any dirty stuff) which im prolly gonna either throw, sell, donate, return, give them away..

stuffs like CDs, FHM magazines, gameboy, picture, memorabilia
and ironicly this controversial pic is also in the list:
feel free to ask me whats that true picture about and aslo description and meaning.. if im online in MSN..
this one goin to charity for home of spastic kids. to them this is phenomenal stuff something of great value. like modern ART. i know they're gonna appreciate it.
oh yea, and some drawings too. lovely stuff i tell ya.

if i die tonight, hope you would be alright... just smile for me... reminscent of memories....

Friday, October 20, 2006

all germans love david hasselhoff

So........
recently, i was having a series of diseases and the symptoms from sickness which includes: paranoia, insomnia, pneumonia, ammonia, thechroniclesofnarnia and louisiana
man, i nearly died from all tat, i tell ya/ [:



so was bloghoppin and came across:
http://projectrungay.blogspot.com/
freakin awesome, 'mkay? that tattooed neck dude won. nothing but a spoiler and sideskirts eh?.






I'm bringin' Sissyback...
yeaaah....










this guy is like a similar variant of our mhss hoochie-papa except tat this ones more globally reknowned and more or less congruently larger version..



so whoopteedeedillydoodledoo.. today i watched Death Note! you gotta check them out..
4/5 stars. you would be sucked in to that show.. and never get bored, and like most movie, it unleashes a mobius strip of irony at the end which makes u biting for an explanation to the conspiracy or some sort. which eventually, you someway or some-fucking-how would later take measures such as goin online to fully satisfy your curiosity of the 'true outcome' like an enraged drunk man dreading for any source of alcohol... which is what i just did. and oh yea, HAHA.. the findings i got online tells the best shit around.
i uncovered a very fascinating bit, according to the manga version, that Light aka 'Kira' dude and that the:

"L" dude, went pretty tight, know what im saying? so after the movie, both of them like went literally... erm whats that other word which similarly means happy?
Omg.. that pic almost made my eyes partially blind.. shrivelling...

Not-hopefully in future, if they were to somehow like come up with a sequel for that movie.. and man, prolly ur gonna see a large mass of mens and dudes, holding hands side by side, entering cinema to check see the movie and then bang: sold out. expect frequent dickshots...
oh yea, FYI. the song: Dani California from the band Red Hot Chilli Peppers, seriously was the movie's original main theme soundtrack...




ARGH>>> .... moving on way and away from aloof asexuality.
after that, i watched this movie from a VCD:



Dragon Tiger Gate.
no la... dun get misleaded,
the REAL original movie..
Dragon Tiger Gate
buy the VCD of this movie.. heres a
very brief pictorial description of the show
expect more of this kind of action if u were to watch that show..
lol..


i know you,
you know you..
i know that you know that i know you..
you know?

Monday, October 16, 2006

Side to side.

Oh my God.. i love rockets and racing around circles...
hearing the squeal from a rocket blast-off, fascinating brilliant streaks of light accompanies the propulsion and smelling the fresh aroma of burnt gunpowder smoke..
Bikedrifting down the downhill spiral ramp of a carpark is nothing more than sheer fun at the same time a moment of total concentration and precision steering.. woot. I gonna die.
sweeet....

Thats a guilty weekend recall from an outstanding student which a straight-D for almost all subjects in school..


i hate my haircut. in fact, i rather shave my head bald.. but done is done.. now i needa wait for it to grow back.. if the same case happens if i were a girl, it would be a total trauma. 24/7 bitch fit. i never liked to complain over things, but total irony that i own a blog.
oh yea, i forgot that vain talks is forbidden during my puasa ordeal. shit i dunno what that means.


drift pics.. courtesy of driftclub.com







Thursday, October 12, 2006

Three Layered Fats

the AVA theatrette homeroom idea is awesome and somehow studies alot better with air conditioning with temperature as perfect/ideal as 19 degrees Celsius. told you to bring a jacket.
class was never this silent.. everyone is busy with their own studies.. its like a mass verbal lockdown. whole class was jus stfu-ing and doin their own work work work.

studying in macdonalds is another pus which again, i needa put up with their near glacial temperature.. oh yea and today i saw the APOLLO ah-thh.
omg man.. he is so tard. wearing a long sleeve gay office uniform. total braggard. when asked about his current job, he replied within a split-split second so not reluctantly.. he yaps non-stop about his salary, perks and fun in the office. peppered in one of his many description of the job was: O2 handphone, freebies, rank promotion, slack, commission, K's(thousands), Vertu, customers compliments, sth, sth and more sths..
he says that hes gonna get himself a driving license next few months. lol.
normally ah bengs online eng their words with a 'z' example: crazy lorz
and ah lian online ends with an 'x' so for example: crazy lorx
kim koks different, in reality, his one ends with 'th' example: crazthy lorth

Happy birthday jonathan teo choon en..
wait guys, how come he dun get a barney?

damn i dun get to eat the choc nydc bdae cake and the privilege to give u '5A manly massage'. ur lucky that i puasa-ed today.
ur birthday present after exams.

im getting a AE86 'D-iamondback' bike tml.. fawesome. gonna throw away current crappy yellow german-made bike.

to perform bike drift:
shift high gear, gain momentum by cycling at satanic speed,
change to lowest gear before performing turn,
engage rear brakes HARD and at same time, steer to desired direction(left/right) + hold handlebar steer (requires ur chicken wing muscles)
release brake,
enjoy drift/ power slide,
regain steer control,
asafp, high rpm on low gear (do not put foot to ground) regain speed. shift up.
continue..

bicycle drifting is fun, you all should try it. if u dun own a car, u can dream tat u own one =)

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

specificly for a soccer player named Ricky Retardo that has dreams of driving a Gallardo.

starting theme song of my blog is killing me..
today i wanna go awakening of my mental sleeping giant

i didnt know alot of ppls would give a shit about such comments., speculating such remarks on a particular subject we find seriously unnessesary and uncalled for.
im just following the rule of no finger pointing,but the middle.
the remarks simply sparks somekinda interest in my class..
starts from a post from an expresso blog recently, or something, then theres a series of tags tat follows.. and then the spicy parts comes in. the audacity of this whole F-LOSER, man, can you believe it.. talking abt my class. my class.
im talkin abt this chicken-shit blog tagger named: nll.

like who can come up of such abbreviation and can come up with such combination of 3 alphabetical letters for a name. do you like play arcades too much? and why not try give a change for ur "top-secret" name from NLL, to NLJ. and dun ask what NLJ means.. NLJ best defines you. dun ghek sai am jio.
this fella comprain in absolute ah gua manner . aybe ur one, or if ur a chic, what an epitome of a real girl... and you surreptitiousness nature of concealing ur identity, nonetheless is seriously pissing me off.. controversial. not.. this isnt the first time knowing u caused such shit like this. so mr oh-look-im-anonymous aka NLJ wanna play bomb. fyi, tiff already started them. tard/ stay to read mine...

oh yea and in any way if ur thinking ur academically inclined, mr. NLJ, take for example this particular (one of the many) comment:

10 Oct 06, 21:30
nll: why no teacher dare catch students who cut que, ok we dont say catch, or maybe, TELL THEM NICELY PLS GET BACK TO THE NORAML QUEing process does it sound better now

i smell sarcasm, like no, its no guilty consciensce or wad, the PLS GET BACK TO THE NORAML QUEing process part. gosh.. expressos. no needa highlight the NORMAL
(in fact u spelled it, bad. but in somehow, i used my 'normal' mind to rearrange tat word and somehow deciphered that ur tryin to type a simple, normal word: NORMAL. or maybe ur simply typing too fast, to keep up with ur many more planned 'insight' crap to be shown. well, mistakes happen. i know. thats just 'normal')

speaking of maturity. yea i know u expressos have bragging rights of haha-i-got-higher-PSLE-aggregate-than-you, and sure think that u guys are uber smart and posess greater mental alacrity.
i dun know what you ppls take us as, so just understand the intelligence that 5N has.
doesnt mean tat we having our asses in a slower stream shows that we 'normal' peoples are a notch/class lower than you expressos. u may be confounded by our capabilities and understandings on true definition of life. our extra year/s in secondary school isnt for shit.
so it bothers me not understanding whys the requirement for you expressos having unworldy classification and perceptions of us in perpetu-um.

i dont know if ur tryin to short-form ur word, or better ur grammar:
why no teacher dare catch students who cut que..
nll, try your best to read more newspapers/books. english ones.

and yea, its spelled, queue. not que dammit.


something i wanna refer to this paragraph which i think u all would find familiar, and i was lookin around and at the back page of the MHSS student organiser had a slogan/statement/lingo?/motto and it boldly states this:

A Monkshillian is a life-long learner,
responsible and upright,
resourceful and courageous,
a risk taker who has
the initiative to make informed choices.

gosh this is proves to be like what expresso may find as a mobius strip of irony. what are we monkshillian. ponder ponder. lets see:

foremost,
responsible and upright
we are responsible for what we do. least we returned our plates. as a rectitude of judgment, u expressos all find that cutting queue(woo at least i spelled it right) is an irresponsible and also not an upright deed, its our rightness of principle or conduct and moral virtue which is also adhering into being a:

a risk taker who has
the initiative to make informed choices.:

we 5N takes the risk of cutting queue. why not you?..
since u expresso seemed to know a whole lot more, understand the meaning of, and behind the meaning of , the initiative to make informed choices

and similarly and most importantly. courageous:
nll once mentioned in one of his many pointless fag-tags, saying: "im just trying to say loser dare talk take no action"
whooooooaaa. a true B in the 'BEST' . perfect monkshillian. in the online world of course.
look whos talking.
on behalf of my class, i'd like to say tat we would rather take a straight up friendly/rude reminder to my classmate's faces instead of posting a straight-up hate entry in his blog laced with no trace of sarcasm. we cut queue, step up, tell us off.
simple as tat. doesnt i give u a sense of accomplishment when u do so??
but exclusively for NLJ, just step up and tell us, we would seriously appreciate ur action because, you know, we're what u call 'action-packed'..




and as for the life-long learner.. part:
lessons.. learn this by hard: who gives a shit. matter of fact, canteen food taste like one.


my fellow 5Ners knows what we do and the consequences of what would happen after that.
sometimes we are more or less brash, loud and in any sense, though i admit that sometimes during our ordeal of enjoyment, theres a certain tendencies that we may go a lil overboard, and when that happens, we would wanna cause any further hassle or trouble and took the initiative to rectify even thru the slightest efforts.
lets just say we all know a thing or two about karma, but what separates the streams is that we know how to have fun relative better... during and after them.. so stfu,
things like this is considered experience. and being a generous 'normal' person that i am, i would like to share a wise nugget, i got it by reading and found it somewhere recently and i came across a saying tat says:

you can buy knowledge, but you can never buy experience.


what a vex. fannoying.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

maria、私がとても彼女を愛しています


if you listen hard enough, i had changed my blog music.. and it sounds pretty effeminately sweet. chopping a vocal part from the monkshillian choir music gave me some kinda euphoria. so pleasant. dont ya think so?

last night, the lantern ceremony was nothing far from a serious bombtrack..

for your info, thats a lantern, dumbass.
its more like a party...
alot of ppls turn up for that thing. and when we reached the venue for the rocket-cum-lantern-cum-candle-cum-on your face-cum-chitchat session-cum-cycling meeting, everyone came at the SAME TIME... miss low was like: wah so cool. do that again!

so rocket was great... ron deliberately got his blades on fire.. but zhi shin accidentally got his bike on fire, not once but twice.

candleing was great... too much sparklers fire kills ur eyeball..

oh yea we were contributing to our already jialat region-wide haze..

honestly, i love the hazy night, such a beautiful sight.... ooh that rhymes, well, i wish for 200+++ PSI.. its so so cool the haze effect made me wanna run and guess wad? today, i just did and i wore a sweater, trackpants and (drum-rolls) BEANIE.. i looked like im running during wintertime with all tat haze. normally i run with a nearly-gay running pants and shirt dri-fit shirt.. fawesome.

parked bicycles... underground parking lot in shopping centre.. performing a drift move and powerslide down the spiral ramp was great!!that black bike got caught on fire.. twice. seriously.. and at tat time, i feel like urinating and almost wanna help him extinguish.. but too bad flames gone out early..

do ya thang honey!! we love to look like terrorist/gangsters/boss/man-chester...

man-chester indeed.. well, my pictures look stupid.

terrible. thats it for all of this... god save me.. no more temptation of fun.

so i hope theres no more of good stuff. no more. im gonna change.

6 subjects marathon..
6-km marathon..
60 mins prayer marathon..

which means tat im gonna be a hardworkin, healthy, holy man. fawesome.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Creation (the story of)

A long time ago, like during those Giraffe Park times, there was this dude called, God, and he was really big, and like, everywhere, but nobody could see him, cause he was like indivisible or something. So he could like go in chicks locker rooms undetective, except there were no chicks or locker rooms or anything else there. so he said, "This Sucks." then he said "Let There Be Stuff ." And there was the earth and stuff.


And God thought Earth was pretty cool, but still no naked chick, so he made one. And a naked dude, too. And they like did it a bunch of times and gave birth to all the people in the world.(Scientist calls this the Big Bang Theory)
But they didnt have money to take care of them all, so their kids had to like go find jobs and stuff.
But by then monkeys had learned to use power tools so like they had to complete with them for jobs and it was hard. hard. so they did it some more.