nothing could atone all the pain she endured

clearly i was kinda busy lately and i have to admit that my education in bhss was a complete sucknut experience. im enough off rambling about that school, see previous post. it was just a tip of an shitberg. and i felt complete pity for tiffurnie, as she was made exhibition for a moment last week or last last or somehintg/ okay i gotta chop chop with this blog. pic update, some captions,done. im using the royal ass's lappy for the moment. i owe her a long messy facejob. my comp is undergoin surgery. and the royal ass even offered me gummy bears, when im updatin this gummy blog. coolness.

goo:
8 punches!
clement massive man-tits wasnt visible when he wears his choir uniform.
square2. another mall in the neighbourhood.
nut machinery

only $3 dollars.

war in hub. it was frickin fun.
julynn.
erica

syirr

new dress shoe
HI(hearing impaired) stage performance. moment like this. imagine kelly clarkson in mute.
tiffanie.HAHAHA fellow dudes
the boxing king
nic siew
meiping
the principal bla bla bla-ing (click to zoom)

thats a cheebye face mask! bee hwee's behind haha
angie havent send me my tattoo pic.
i dunno, but everyone's reading alot nowadays. reading is fun. haha ive read all 3 of the mitch albom in a week. thanks nicki.
an unlikely reader
linette. stylish as always.

kwok kwok kwok.

martin's

orh, and my dad got a birthday present for himself.im gonna get mine soon. iphone! but anyways, my semi-tard dad bought a samsung mp3 player which cost like 300 bucks or something. and i told him that he could get himself a video ipod for around the same price now, compared to the bomb price of $700 i purchased back then. but my dad's perception and persistance is simply second to none. well, he said it has radio and stuff. also, he didnt want to follow his sons advice, but expects the vice-versa. seeing that pattern, i can forecast that my son would be darn uber cool. but anyways, the mp3 he bought is almost as similar as my ipod. visually. but not as cool.

updates soon. hopefully. for now suck it.

A Very Important News

Today, i got one of those little tablets that makes your toilet water turn blue. so my toilet water is blue and i can make it turn green when i pee. And thats fun.

also, i have cheese shaped like dinosaurs. So life is good.

that's all.

give it to me, the letters from cleo.

erased.. all erased. my artwork on the table is gone. dededede, gone.

juvenus

okay, rant time!





i feel like i have more of that maternal instincts. more domesticated and more responsible kinda thing. im getting so domesticated. ive already started cooking my own shit, so that i could eat it in school. yes, i bring my lunch to school. and thats because food in canteen barely met the demand to feed the massive food intake due to the crazy population in bhss. the vendors are making brisk business everyday. the situation in a stall during recess were so busy as if its game day in national stadium. everyday.

oh something cool:

even after school, former mhss stall, (that makcik stall) even had their roti johns out of stock. they were selling like hot cakes. and as far as i know, the sale of roti johns in mhss were as stagnant as a dead fart. almost nobody bought them back then. man, the people here are animals, i tell you.

that bring me to a subject that being in the stupid bhss school is an epitome of experiencing culture shock. its a complete opposite of what it was in good ol' monks hill. i could say that bhss is like a prison, and it was like living in freedom, happiness and sometimes vices in a free world called, mhss. where no one ever gets punished or forced to do anything correctional work. the loudest noise emitted from anything is a good PA system, own student or Karamjit, nothing else.
the national anthem every morning is dead calm.

sometimes its i picture myself as a prospective aristocrat living the loft at soho in new york. grass was green, living as free as a horse. things were looking up sunny and brighter than sunshine.. and after that i was thrown to guantanamo penententiary.. its like NS comes early. everyone from the teaching faculty were granted yelling rights, and none for the students.
national anthem should be sang out loud.

cell block D, you're released for your break: *beeept!

and theres such shit as

Lightning Risk Alert.

the school is geographically fucked.
everyone hit the deck. run for cover, motherfucker. anything outdoor is barred and suspended during the lightning risk ordeal. you gotta stay indoor. its hard looking for something not lame to pass the time in a shitty school. so if it rains from 3pm-6pm, you cant go home till 6pm or till the rain stops.


Temperature Taking. (last few years, i never laid any thermometer on my lips despite the risk back then were more epidemic with diseases like SARS, bird flu, HMFD at the period of time. and at least, we didnt punished with hours of detentions if we didnt bring thermometers. instead smarter measures were taken such as using something called 'disposable thermometers

only 87.3% brought the thermometer, which means, 23.7 % brought
non-functional thermometer or even worst, didnt even bring! you see people, this
is utterly disastrous.
bla.. blaa blaa... we are selling batteries
in the bookshop for 50cents.
- stupid

Reading Time.
self-explanatory. (*scoff)

Wearing a tie
everyday, every morning.

Shoes. White, and white only.
i dont give a fuck, im wearing my adidas with black stripes and blue details. and if they got something to say about that, suck it. they are promoting some kinda shoe racism.

All food stays in the canteen.
even bottled drinks, they would assign an army of prefects surrounding the canteen perimeter to prevent peoples bringing any kind of food or drinks out. its like customs check. dont comply, and a china student with a big fat mole on the neck would kaopei you to death.



and many others including rampant stealings, frequent robbery, anal peoples, lousy systems.


besides all that bullshit i went through, most my former homies said that im drifting away, and they assume that i feel right at home in that crap school. ugh. dumbasses. i shouild haf went to art school. but mum wont allow. only alternative to displace my skills of sketch/drawing is through DnT and not Art subject.. and in poly, the only course closest to my talent/capability is Visual Comm. nothing much else, and not as much as Art schools. the freedom of choice of mine is not as free as i thought. so i guess the only way is: 'just do well, shut up, and take whats given.
then when you have the money, we'll start talking. because, in life its really no money, no talk'. thats what my dad said to me.


i just want to have kids, my first name as a surname and then ill go to a mental hospital, do oil-painting for the rest of my life and after i die, my kids would auction them, fetch millions of dollars, and they would live a more comfortable, but meaningful life.. or at least ill be a teacher of some sort.

"a teacher affects eternity, he can never tell where his influence stops"
- henry adams.

come to think abt it. im just blessed that im able to blog.
ill blog and the morning after that, if possible ill be goin online and read the comments in this blog as its a shallow indication of my existance. though sometime i get lame ones, it still makes me happy.
didnt expect this entry to turn out to a mindless rambling of random boring insight , ill be back with more toilet stories, soon.


oh, and ive made a gym journal/blog. private stuff.

vitagen oxide.

just did the stupid NAPHA fitness test just now.
A's for everything, but second placing in class for everything.

damn it! damn it damn it!! KNNCCB. i swear to god that the standing broad jump is the stupidest station available. at what point of time in life would you ever fucking require the explosive force from the thigh+calf muscle?. and also, how fucked you could be if you're fat, gravity loves you so much or maybe not vertically-inclined(read: short).
not forgetting that the idea of standing on a stand-still position doesnt apply to any scenario in life, unless youre in a situation when theres an earthquake and theres levees and crevices all over the floor and getting across from one point to the other would be a matter of life and fucking death. or maybe when youre on a hostage, all fucked up, the rescue workers helicopter came and you're in the balcony on the top floor, no sufficient space to get momentum by means of running or pivot. maybe that kind of scenario/situation would deem the standing broad-jump exercise useful. but still, the probability of landing yourself in such shit happening is undeniably slim. so effin dumb.

for the rest, its safe to say that the challenges tests our mental 'cum' physical proficiency and most importantly, applies to most situations in our daily life.

oh, and that hairy karamjit fella told me to not go any further when i was doing the pull up.
it was like 12, and he was like:"okay good, get down, dont waste time."
asshole.


i gotta stop my vitagen addiction. ive been drinking them by the packs. its kind of a mixed blessing, because it taste so so good, and it makes u shit alot late at night.

samantha chua was driving a twin-turbocharged BMW coupe last time i saw her.
its the ultimate lesbian love-sexmobile.. im so getting something like that next year.
im taking her path like last year. gone RP after o levels, as in RP for RePeat, then retook o levels followed by scoring it bigtime. and thats what im re-enacting this year.
Strait Times with headline:

Frequent Clubber Did So Fucking Well for Exam, yo.

yes, and it includes a 'yo' too.

as for samantha tham, sad that she took her life path 2 years ahead of me. but life is all about the experience. successes are things that simply brings you up. or was it, life is not having failure at all, but to get up after failing, or whatever Brother Confucius says. she never called last night.. i hate you deep deep.. huhuh.. snorts.

ooh, btw, the probable paths for my life:

path number one:
graduate sec school, 18 years old
graduate ns, 20
strike 4D and TOTO, 21
fly to vegas, 21
driving license buy an american car, 22
consecutive gamble wins in casino, 23
come back to singapore, 23
be a certified and licensed bookie, 24
own a massive underground financial help empire (loanshark), 27
get married with a sexy angmoh mistress, 27
purchase on stocks and investments, 28
buy a big ass monster bungalow at ridley park, 31
buy a ferrari, 33
start coming clean in life, 34
start a family, 35
change race, 35. surname: Gan
wife gave birth to twins, names: nina and nazzai, 36
each enters a prestigious school, Gan Nina goes to Raffles Girl and Gan Nazzai goes to Raffles Institute, 45
successful childrens support their own parents, 52
'enrolled' to mental institute and do oil paintings for rest of my life, 54
die, 69

path number two,
work part time, graduate sec school, 18 years old.
get driving license ASAP, buy first car, or dads car, 18
work part time, grad temasek poly(visual comm), 21 - 22
grad ns, 23,
get a real job, work for some advertising firm, 24
be a automobile paint customisation specialist (airbrush), 26
get a hot singaporean wife and get married, 27
start a family, 29
invest on child's education, insurance and miscellany, 30.
buy a HDB flat at Cambridge Road, 31
spend a bomb amount on DIY products for OWN house renovations and consultancy, 33
wife gave birth to, Cheyanne, chronic asthma attacks 33
another daughter, Ase, jaundice, 35
another daughter, Samantha, diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, 37
hire a top-grade maid from indonesia, 37
do custom paintwork for automobiles, 40
all daughters goes to SCGS, 44
Cheyanne enters Singapore School of Sport Council and be the fastest in every track and field events. serial sports gold medal winner
Ase enters CHIJ Girls (Toa Payoh) becomes a bitch, champion debating team captain, superbly professional in English and Literature then to RJC from there. works for Class 95 FM, followed by being a famous blogger.
Samantha enters Hwa Chong, did aced Additional Maths, 4 points for 'O' levels then enters to ITE(automotive) then works for me as an illegal engine tuner. part time hacker.
donate all savings and insurance money for AIDS cure and fuel-alternative research, 60
die, 62

path number three,
graduate secondary sch, 18
get driving license, 19
grad Saint Andrews Junior College, 20-21
complete NS, 23
graduate Nanyang Technological University (Arts), 27
headhunted, become an Advertising Executive, 28
enter NIE, 32
get a smart wife, get married, 32
become a secondary school teacher(Arts, PE and English), 33
start a family, 34
buy an apartment in the newton area, 35
wife gave birth to a son, Audemar, 35
Son's well-being and education given highest priority, enters ACS Primary, 47
son's PSLE 276, enters ACS Independent, grad 'o' levels, 8 points, 52
son grad ACJC, 54
son an NUS undergraduate and completed NS, 56
son enters Singapore Idol, 58
migrate to japan, son lives in singapore with inheritance, 62
die, 92

path number four,
graduate sec school, 18 years old
get driving license, 19
graduate ns, 20
grad NITEC, 22
become a tattoo artist, 24
buy a racing superbike, 25
become an illegal racing pro, 26
big part of income goes to the engine modification, 27
start a gang, 29
get a hot bitch, get 'married' , 32
buy a HDB 3-room flat at Bedok,
make multiple kids. daughters all named after my ex-girlfriends, if its a boy, it'll be my wife's ex-bf's names.
12th daughter, joveina start workin at the age of 15.
die, 48

more possibilities. gotta sleep.
ugh. anyways, the platinum chics are so gonna win that dancefloor competition.

oh, im so gonna talk about the stupid BHSS school.
they made a big fat hoohahs over peeps not bringing thermometers.
i swear the Vice-President of that stupid school found sexual arousal through reprimanding and scolding innocent peoples over petty matter.
gosh, i wish i could talk more about this.

shouldnt have brought it today, because i heard that those who didnt bring were forced to write an essay of the importance of bringing a thermometer to school.. darn i shouldnt have brought.

this is so dumb. what other virus now?? ookay dammit, i gtg. end blog, here,.

chit chatter, that shit dont matter.

wowowowo, got time to burn, yay!
anyways, cut to the chase:
i want to buy this batik print bedsheet, but too bad it'll cost me a whopping 3-digit sum.
so instead, this one cost the same price, but it comes with the complete set. its so fashionably cool lar! like check it out man, im a grown man. chicks would love it the next time i get laid in my bed. my private galaxy. my planet. MySpace.
alien in a spaceship, it says: toot tooot too doo doo...
star!

anyways, it was my sister's birthday last saturday, and i wasnt there. woohooo. anyways, i got her this:
as a present. its an exceptionally pricey japanese gourmet chocolate. cant find it anywhere, but there. tastes really nice before a drag or two. the intricacy of japanese people's tongue uttery confounds me. in a pinky-fingr sized bar, it consist of oreo bits, macademia, truffle, nougat(i think) and the crispy thingy u find in a Crunchy bar - all that, covered in milk chocolate. but the price of popping the minuscule bar in yer mouth is equivalent to eating a full pack of hawker chicken rice. its that expensive and worthy, so suck it.

anyhoes, i almost forgot about reminding yall how much fun i had this weekend, i tell ya, it was so rad, i cant explain the rad-ness i had into its most simplified or summarised form. but im gonna tell it anyways. im on crack now. huhuh.

the resilience camp was so darn gay, but it was so darn fun. its like in the middle of fun and not fun, but not neutral, because if its neutral, its boring. kinda like in the groove. a mullatoe.

it started off with 3 am in the morning of good friday, i was like yapping with samantha on the phone. like always, so while yapping, i started to pack my shit.

they gave us an item checklist for the camp. i think having an item checklist is a must for every camp as it is for the convenience of lazy people like me. kudos for that.

then, i dumped all the required items to a heap by the table. and the next morning, in the midst of my sleepy daze, i found myself in a situation where i couldnt find a suitable bag with the right capacity to cram the stuff in. and this shit always happen when ure preparing for camp. and it was early in the morning at that time and i was pissed. and nobody likes it when im pissed. as i cant think straight, i took the mount expedition 18-litres backpack and kinda like force-feed everything in.

so thats it for the frequent peeps that asked me why i brought a massive-ass bag to a two-day camp.

anyways, assembled in jssc, i arrived punctually (yes, i deserve credits) at bradell mrt and i actually waited (another credit for that). im always fashionably late, so for that morning, i wasnt fashionable. then i saw many familiar faces in the hub. and more. we were then grouped into alphabets, A, B, C, D, E. my letter, A.
peeps:
me, ron, shan, torrance, wai yi (or something, i forgot, but that chic's name is pronounced like Y.E), desmond(prefered to be called Des. lol) , nas, J.J.
so sad sam wasnt in my team.
our group name: Asshole
then, we went amazing racing around town.
it sucked because we played that thing while lugging around our stuffus load. nonetheless, my group kicked ass. literal.the riddle part was awesome. lucky to have witty shan. or else, $200 of fake money goes up in smoke..
learnt from her that:
cats cant talk and roosters dont lay egg.
finished early, and we got like the largest start-up money.
the monetary system is so fun, my gambling instincts fired up. its like monopoly kinda currenncy.
a bus ride from tanahmerah interchange to camelot campsite.
we slept in bunks. then we had:
water-bomb captains ball,
ron wearing a frozen t-shirt,
blindfold regrouping,
scissors-paper-stone chair battle with shit like flour, tomato, green beans comprising into a vomit-like bacterial goo,
filth relay,
and other shits.
won alot for cash btw.
then there was one time when the exco organisers got pissed and went anal on everyone because we fucked the schedule up hard, and they were like having sissy fit. being a reprimand veteran, i could say that they suck really bad. if i were in their shoes, i would make like make everyone pee, if not, shit in their pants. they just cant cut it. but it wasnt all that necessary at that time.
then we played: the murder he wrote.
a sherlick holme-ish middle-of-the-night detective shit.
it was so darn predictable, i was so reluctant that i just want to play around. but torrance was the woman at that time, and her prediction of things made it so compelling. i was astounded by her theory and shit. so yea, prediction was right

slept, and male bunk was so gossipy and not to mention, up and alive, while the girls side had everyone snoozing their asses off. nesaar, ron, KY, han, me were talking shit. saufi was gay. it was scary.

next day, an 800m jog, morning PT.. baby simple stuffus compared to singapore poly's dragonboating team.
also, then i saw the ACJC dragon-boating team. damn it! im so goin there. if not my son is so gonna go there. the Oldham PE tanktop is so fierce. im getting one. im gonna earn to get one.
oh, and normally jumping jacks are 4-steps, theirs were 12-steps.
5 sets of 20 push-ups complete with shouting of numbers. ouch.
gangsta man. and i thought JC peoples possesses nerdy look.

then it was captains ball. woot, i bet alot. i raised stakes, and used the prize money and raised the stakes higher again. i was having fun. as in Yay-fun. it was me against mary. so there were like the exco organisers versus my combination of team. i picked a cream-of-the-crop selection to play for me. i hired them to play for me. which includes peeps like nesaar, desmond, that big ass malay guy, sammie, julynn, pei yi and timothy. dream team yo.
i won. dammit, should have hired yijun to play. i dont just want to win, i want to humiliate. but having mentally unstable timothy to play and score is humiliating enough. so, i got alot of monopoly money. and i was having so much fucking fun, to say the least.
then packed our shit and we were sent back to JSSC, debrief and blah blah blah.
bye bye, project sm:)e planning, and stuff. then it was back home and meeting the folks again at sim lim Grills (see previous post).

training for napha on wednesday. ill update more pics on my progress.

2.4 km this morning = 9.47 mins. miserable
pull-ups in 30 sec= 16. sad.

got more interesting details to include but ive typed for nearly an hour already, so for now, bya bya.

your even not fit to be in asshole, asshole

busy busy.
sorry for the hiatus, i'll write a long ass post soon for some kinda compensation or shit after this post. mental degradation, not enought sleep, my grammar and vocab has gradually been suckified and shit, had alot of shit to take care or put up with and bla bla bla bla. many other pussy excuses, but among the many other fun time, it was the camp resillience which i think it made quite a saturday, and think it was so frickin awesome, promise ill storytime about it soon.

i tell you!
so for now, its photolog! has been quite a while since i last touched the camera.


joel and ron, knife play. results to a gay death.
emo kid, kevin.
chicken chipalatas or something. its dickingly nice
buey song

pei yi loves taking weird picture.
constipation

chen yi, han's bro. he blunjarred s a big ass meal.

the paul twohill eyes
kwok yong in deep shit
neoprint background

power ranger