if theres by any consolation fish, crime is wrong.

okay, im back, shut up, read my blog. this a really big one
im doing this post in a fucking Notepad test file in an OFFLINE laptop. im doing this at home now. ive never blogged for awhile now, so i figured its better to come back with a massive one and i find that short posts seems to be lacklustre.
you have any idea how depressing that is?

anyways, im kilometres away from civilisation, middle of nowhere which happens to be Bukit Panjang Plaza and surprisingly the only place in 40km radius that has public wireless,
thank GOD linette is here to lend me her laptop to upload my thumbdrive
(if theres any chances that i happen to meet someone thats patient enough to let me spend aeons on their computer for me to do some blogging and a little facebook self-esteem check/boost)
and load all my shit in her computer therefore, so here you go.

i owe her a long sloppy blowjob. which im gonna give her after im done with this.

OKAY, i got question peoples!!
wonder what would Atheist people scream when they have sex?.

lol. stop making fun of atheists guys. i got like alot of atheist friends. well, most of them.
then what about Darwin, then the dinosaur fossils?
once one christian dude came up to her and said:
God put those here to test our faith.
and she was like:
Oh really? i think God put you here to test my patience.
haha. man they really know how to fight back

btw, my middle-of-nowhere area where i live now is populated with churches.
theres like at least 7 churches surrounding my area.
i think they are gonna like baptise everything in the whole street on easter or good friday. you know.. feed the fishes in the koi ponds communion crackers and pour holy water in it and everything including the longkang and all. maybe even play christian gospel rock superloud. booming from the speakers, lol.


but sure is good to live here.. i think my family is like the only malay ones here. and thats A GOOD THING! ill get to that alot later.
they even have a booth, like a big dump shack for you outside Salvation Army which says:
If its too good to be thrown away, give/donate it to us for a good cause. or something like that, and every friday night, that shack, a size of a small truck would be bursting with stuffs. and empty on saturday, and its filled back up on sunday again. i was actually surprised at how super generous the people in this area is. i think if that same shack were to be placed elsewhere in Singapore, say, ghetto hoods like geylang, little india, yishun, jurong west, toa payoh, - it would be a different story. shack prolly only collects dust..


okay, lets start with something shall we, uh.. where should i start..
im not sure i mentioned this before but i just got a job a month ago
and i fucking loved it
i work as a sales executive, the job im doing is not what im designated to do as name of the position is super understatement dude. toilet cleaners can respectively call themselves sanitary engineer. but my job is not as it says!
it should be called, .... damn im stumped! my buddy said that my job is just sit-down-and-fiddle-with-finger-then-go-home-after that.. and thats a good thing and a bad thing.

as i promised, pictures: finally.

colleague vivien's handphone pouch thingy. really cute. looks like her also.

my boss:



keep saying that her hair is lian.

tattooed her


water surface on stalk. working on ripple texturing.



i got a supercool-not-mat-tattooo!


and uh, im getting paid doing this:





colorpenciling. needa work on that also. i need a kindergarten teacher.

one word excuse = boredom

i was so bored with myself and i happened to read an article in DISCOVER magazine about female anatomy! its quite interesting. female skins are 2 times less thicker than mens.
and i was so bored that i could even dreamed up and calculated up THE PERFECT CHIC body shape:
B95-W54-H92
B-breast
W-waist
H-hips
breast size needs tweaking, and but of course it has to be an A-cup. oooh, perfect chic
oh! how much more depressing could it get??

by the way, speaking of flatness,
i tried one of the pie-kia shop pies that TIFFANIE mentioned in her blog. the shop isnt as hilarious at first glance as the way that brat described, apart from that, the chee(ken) pies are great. you should try the black pepper, curry and the tua pie kia. saturated with alot of margarinereasonably priced i think, comparing that to old chang kee having their puffs jacked by 20%!! ($1 to $1.20),
yeah im singaporean, but im not cheap, i dont speak eat or live like any other singaporean, but i mean, CMON lor! wha lao, its 20%. LEH! where can?!
i bought the pie, i was like: here, i got it from pie kia. being a 'former lian', boss was like HUH? what? who?!
darn funny





and OH MY GAWD! i have to tell you all this
theres one minah woman working neighbouring of my workplace when my show is posted in toa payoh. she is so minah, and talks alot of shit and i dont wanna be rude, but i just dont wanna hear that woman talk. i cant find my way out of this, i cant avoid her, im a just sitting duck (my job remember?) and she was just beside me chatting! yap yap yap! my one sentence reply is like a 15 minutes of nonstop of that woman!

i reckon if i were to stay any longer, i prolly learn:
silat,
secret society gang poem,
leg shuffle dance in clubs,
speak fluent malay,
buy loud coloured ultra thin tapered pants,
and say siol at every fucking sentence

by the end of the fucking day of work.
i hate her! i want my revenge and its my turn now,
no qualms or problem with her, shes just plain fucking irritating. though i show sympathy taking tje endless supply of shit coming out of her. the more i listens, the more i hate that malay woman. or maybe second-class malay kids. okay, im sorry, i dont wanna take that back but i just cant help it. shit! have u ever been with anyone who keeps talking nonstop for 7 straight fucking hours?
okay, lets talk about her shall we:
shes not only minah, shes a mother minah.
not interesting enough?
shes born in 1988! thats like fucking 19 or 20 years old now.
still not interesting enough?
she got TWO fucking kids. her fucking spawn is probably at home. maybe not at home. they are like at the void deck.
lets get bigger shall we?
tells me her boyfriends bot husband, boyfriend! is in PRISON
wanna go higher?
the boyfriend's serving time there because he was charged with assault
higher??
he was charge with assault on HER
higherererer?
he hit her till her head looks like a melon (she said it and i actually almost burst the ROFLWTFLOLHAHA inside my head when i heard that)
and heres the final fucking part:
she said that she CRIED on that fucking day when he was sentenced to court,
(imagine when he got arrested, her heads looks like a melon: he didnt mean to hit me! hes a good man, he dont mean to hit me, dont take him away! i fell asleep downstairs, and he accidentally ran over my head his motorbike just now. he didnt mean to hit me, he practised soccer inside the house and the ball hit me. please dont take him away!)
and oh, and i almost forgot, shes working right now to support the kids and oh, not only that, to save up for his bail. asked a logical why? she kept insisting on telling me shit about how gooooood that mat is. blablabla and the pain ensues after that. silence is golden at times like this.
i dont know what you all think, but she doesnt need childrens. okay..
and thats a judgement call that im making and which is also happens to be true. which gives it the force, the extra oomph.
she needs no more childrens. cant support them, cant feed them, cant raise them, dont even love them... pong!
why dont the cops stand by her cheebye and arrest that fucking criminal coming out?
this is crime prevention. lol. imagine: here goes another unwanted child, cuff him!
well who are you to judge? who are you to judge? what makes u think that? blabla bla.....
reminds her of: he didnt mean to hit me, he didnt mean to hit me!!
and she stands up for this guy! this fucking mat balls deep inside this woman every single night. i havent been laid for 325709274609248 fucking days, ITS NOT RIGHT!!
i got backed up semen thats gonna make my head explode!! next time i come, its gonna be like a wax dart shooting out of my dick!. lol. some one eyed girlfriend im gonna have, you know... soon-to-be one-eyed girlfriend: wahlao, im not blowing you again lor, i got to get through this life.
me: awww baby, i'll buy you a dog, please blow me.
haha, okay i dont mean to let you in to more than you care to know about me.
but it blows my mind,you know. what is the psychology to womens putting up with wife beaters man.. you be a good guy and shit like this happens, it makes u feel hopeless.
alright, im spent, i dont have the yapping power of her magnitude.

so im quite fortunate that im living here. far far away from any kind of exposure of mats
oh yea, my new mega uber-cool crib:






i have like the coolest door address evar!!


apart from boring activities, i hung out with my mini-Sam.

i kicked her ass in Guilty Gear IX.
i was so bored the other time, i actually spent hours in arcades, i could actually kick anyone's ass in anything even para-para fucking sakura, completed metal slug.
me and brat
gulity gear asskicked 3 tokens


club club arena love.




suzuki swift. lady driver. woo wooo!
also clubbing at least a night everyweek. it just so happens that when i really want to club, nobody wanna go with me, and when im very pessimist about it, i get alot of offers from alot of peoples..

i think to dance you need to learn salsa or ballet peoples! then learn hip hop. i think thats like a structured skill set to possess handy maybe later in life?
i want nice mix of rnb, hip-hop and good techno for my wedding/funeral playlist.





okay, and can you guys believe it???
i think im Lord of Sudoku already. See! See!


max level leh! see, see~




lol. its kinda easy after awhile. just learn the definition of fallacy and ur good as pro.
yes people, i have a sad life. i play sudoku.
okay. i think im done for now.
dammit. look at the time. alright linette im done..

so you think you're twee like me? far out!

Currently listening to:
Our Lady Peace - Innocent
Gary Numan - Are 'Friends' Electric



so yeah.. sorry big big for the hiatus, its been like days since i last blogged. actually, ive signed in blogger for like countless times, but yeah, none makes the cut into posting.
its the quality, not quantity, peoples.. knawm'sayin? so yeah, was busy and hardly went online, if so, ill be appearing offline in msn and write drafts in blogger, and im trying my best ehre to post as frequent as possible.. Honest.
oh and yea, im like 'educated' all thanks to the job im having right now.. like literally. so prolly, ill apoplogise if you see alot of 'mispronounciated' words, all thanks to my, neh-my.. i esplain later.
i was busy with work, and so should you readers too, we are in the midst of a busy january.. so, peoples like me, we gotta work our ass off straight till a promotional glory. and to the pitiful little punks out there, better pay thorough attention and stiffen the priority to your studies in school.
but for some reason, its january, i dont think you have to learn much.. what do we learn in school last year's january? i forgot.. well who cares.
so slacken the educational noose around your necks. you wont die because i think complacency sometimes has good points.
but from the experience of most of my seriously successful friends, consistency rules the school.

was working the past few days, and as i said, i was 'educated'.. like as in influenced or soemthing..
ive started to have this accent after just working recently.

and the dominant race of the workforce population were the malaysian chinese. 80%. that explains all. i was speaking like im one of them and added Beyond to my playlist. lol. diu lei lomo.. i had alot of fun there. its also because the uniform is so damn detailed, opulent, spiffy and trust me,
it looked so damn cool, at some point i almost thought that i was in the set for a 'Curse Of The Golden Flower' shoot.
wouldnt mind having the similar design for my school uniform.. oh oh oh yeah! there was this chic, her name is Samantha.. she was like.. hot. damn it.
i think all Samntha's are hot in many ways.. some ways at least. and yeah..
we got more expected perks from the compensations the non-inclusive of CPF and all so yeah...
overally, the job experience was RAD, and a particular one that was so bad. as having a sissyfit over the matter, im so in the fuckin' mood to tell it now.
so then theres this 'new' supervisor thats was so ____(your worst vulgar language here)___-ed, i was so bewildered and appaled over the matter.
she was giving me this FATTITUDE (oh yeah, shes fat, and was giving me a fucking attitude)..
as i was doing my routine work, i came up to her asking an advice, and she said some crap and and slapped my shoulders.
how dare she lay her fat fingers on my smooth and silky shoulders!

we singaporeans dont believe in resorting to physical and corporal punishment on our fellow peoples, if we were to encounter disagreement, as we think its something not good. in fact, ill do what other singaporeans would do, i will comprain!
comprain dammit. comprain!

to your supervisor(cant think of any other designation higher than that, and manager seems too vague as there is too many of them, so supervisor's supervisor it is),
and in my blog.. because im not being chickenshit (despite being influenced by numerous of your peoples there) to say it in your face..

oh yea, get ready to sleep.

Dear Mr/Mrs/Mdm/Miss Supervisor's supervisor of mine.,

On the week before this, I was assigned to you into your station as it is my job as a part-time worker in ________house .
It is my sincerest hope that your enjoyed herself scolding me and that I for my own part was a gracious trainee.
However, I am disquieted to confess that I have not prepared this correspondence in good temper. Quite on the contrary, my message is one of disappointment and admonishment.
You see, in the following night at the workplace, I was alarmed to discover myself in a scene of no small horror laid out in the boiler room.
The Supervisor you appointed for me were indeed too forceful in rectifying my mistake of the task fulfillment.
Certainly you can understand my reaction of considerable angry, for I am no savage, and prefer not to encounter such physical violence to myself nor from anyone else, if indeed it is possible. As such, I found your appointed supervisor actions at me to be quite disagreeable.
Please, Supervisor's Supervisor, do not think me brutish for my words: I fully comprehend the rather fragile predicament
you must certainly have found yourself ensnared in that fateful night, and hold great sympathy for it, as it is your career
to rely the in-charge of others..
The intake of blows I recieved on my shoulders might be considered normal or understandable or appropriate on any other of her similar counterpart or
of any lesser beings also with lesser knowledge of modern morality, behavior and ethics.
I will confess that on certain tutoring sessions even I have been known to act in poor conduct and judgement and indulge myself too on my different kinds of my many students(some of the many evidence cum victim: Royalass = Art, Saufi= Maths),
and I have on those occasions found myself feeling quite angry as a result. Undoubtedly this was the case for your employee's action to me last week, and for that you have my sympathies. However, I must take issue with her choice of trainee to unleash physical violence.

Customarily, one who is overcome with disagreement or disappointment does so through speaking with the subject over the matter,as it is by its nature to our peoples here, for settling things matters in a diplomatic manner. Had you merely repositioned your fingers stationary when emptying your thought, and flushed the results, I doubt with great sincerity that I would presently be inclined to exchange words with you.

I don't know that I made a mistake, as at least it was a logical idea when i 'blatantly' approached my supervisor for her advise on my task at hand,
only to know later that I was physically punished for my "wrongdoing".
All I can be certain of is that you beat the shit out of my shoulders. From the looks of it, a sweat covered and fat-laden palms, possibly
with 30kN of force downwards, sequential to her lashes of words, and terrifying staredowns resulting me to horror and at that time, replying only: Oh, Okay, Sorry,
as that was the only universally known words that she could decipher and figure. It appears also that my supervisor at least made a passing attempt to not rain blows at my in front of any other Singaporeans, as making me a bully trophy to her succession in a pattern suggesting showing them that I suffered my "consequences".

While I appreciate this, I would have preferred a great deal more effort be invested in the attempt to just say, as the unenviable burden of erasing that event subsequently fell squarely upon my mind. I should also note that the
unpleasant event was similar into having a sack full of shaved sweaty vermins such as hamsters or rats poured 2-metres over your shoulders.
Although awe-inspiring, would fail to equal the uniquely unbearable
which hailed from the front side your arms and took unwelcome temporary residence on my shoulders.

In closing, Supervisor's Supervisor, I hope that this letter finds you, and causes you to rethink your choice of
supervisor employee if ever again you find me working on any particular day.
The shoulders or any part of any man is a poor location for violence and any persons who think otherwise are quite unwelcome. I still dont understand Cantonese and accent-laden-mere-inaudible-severely-broken English
but should I learn it, I would be strongly inclined to shake my finger at you and say it to you in your language, "for shame!"

With regards,

The Sexydragon

and as for:

(as an adjudicator in behalf of mens, due to the fact that your bodily feature and proportions of great shapeliness and symetry
ill greatly assume that you're a) MISS supervisor, well if you happened to read this post (which i really dont expect you reading it), i expect a reply tag from you as which in my preference of an apology, i demand you typing:

thats a wrathful, yet eloquent correspondence. a model of restraint, sir.. i am sorry.

lol.. whatever. WOOT.. finally! its off my head!!
on a lighter note,speaking about 'educated', heres from like yijun or someone else i forgot. too many peoples in the head.

person: hehe, eh, wanna ask ar.. why you alot of monkshillians so bhb (thick-skinned) one?
me: orh, no lar.. its not bhb, its called telling the truth.
person: lol. so bhb. no wonder all go bhss..


lol.in fact, i think that person was converted thick-skinned like us monkshillians shortly after this conversation ends.
all thanks to the mental terror thru conversation from peeps like ron, sam, me or any monkshillians.


oh, and after work, it was 1.30 AM, the public buses and trains ceased their service for the day, and i missed the given transport bus from the workplace, i walked my ass all the way from Esplanade-Millenia Walk to back home, Novena. i swear that Sony-Ericsson tv advert was all in my head.

I (sony ericsson logo) missing the last bus.

Lucky enough, to have my music player companion beside me and happened to meet couple of
monkshillian big sisters in CHIJMES dead drunk. stayed there for quite a while,
they were having somekinda farewell thingy goin on. also, i acquired someone after that to keep me company as i walk my ass home.
suay suay, it was my ex. -.-"
and she said she wanna work there also. sent her ass home in Lavender and it was iPod all the way home..

got home at like 3-4AM. head went all downhill from there..

so beside being busy with work, i was busy with play:

a 6-hour marathon in front alot of dé piao, dé piao, dé yi de piao's, i finally completed that game.
after completing that, i was so sastified. yeah, sastified.
se-lious-ly. ohkay, gotta stop with that already. besides my satisfaction to my great accomplishment, the game kinda like gave me this kinda euphoria. after 5-straight hours of gaming, i was hallucinating while i was taking an interval for a dump.. the toilet bowl looks like a racing seat. everytime i release one, i pictured my ass an exhaust pipe. and the fumes were, you know what. boy, i tell ya. it was space shuttle just now.

the game is so fast and furious tokyo drift lar.. everything.. the characters, tuner and musclecars, canyon drifting. well i think the drift racing hype is getting out of hand..
im looking something else in future from the creative department of racing games in EA,
but drifting is fun nonetheless.. i dun think its gonna be a fad for like sometime.
5/5 stars. you'll play this for like daily.
ill upload pics of my ninja-fast pussymagnets in the next post or so..

err. okay, i think i gotta settle with last friday. went jssc,

was at home, and Han Ji Peng called me to come over quick, said that something fucked up and that Syirr was kidnapped or something. i forgot.
well i went there, with a near Superman get-up and waht i see:
it was quiet and tranquil as a nuthouse.


playing pool. why go parklane when you can play here for free? can wear school Uni summore.
everthings so relaxed people watching Naked Mile, another American Pie series.
the projector shows a part of steamy scene of the movie.
oh, and that person behind the door
busy with her studies.
*cough* nerd! *cough*..

OH OH OH!! and after that, we had a brutal pillow war. i think its because the show ended and someone got really bored and went looking for sonme danger.
and everone started to throw things at each other. come cushion, doggy, plushies and spongebob, they were flying all over the place.
it was pillow war, as it was faaar from a simple fight. it was beyond chaotic and the furious factor met the likes of protest in Indonesia..
sofa barricade, pillows everywhere, erica and julynn came at like a bad timing. many pillowed, taupok-ed and died.

after everyone went home, i went PS with Syirr to meet her friends and all, oh yea, she was like so. omg.. lol.
yeyeyeyeyeyeh???



then went to Brandons Chalet, friday night! supposed to be in some kinda club and get laid or something, but theres no other transport to bring my ass from Pasir Ris all the way to Clark Quay.
well another problem was getting myself to Costa Sands Pasir Ris.
went to downtown east and i was so fucken lost. then i flagged a cab. and the driver was very angsty, he drove me down 100m, and im like, okay? so yea. 2.60 down the drain..
i was so lost until out of no fucking where, i met Shuib. donno where the hell eh came from also, well he gave me an elaborate direction to the chalet, and i found myself in a gay house~!
i mean gay, as in the other meaning.. happy. well, had alot of fun witht he guys there.
Gabriel Bong brought me to the Temple of the Bong.. hahaaha...
we played the cardgame called Cheat, and also, played man games such as which name a chic with big tits.
if you fail to name one, down a cupful of drinks. simple? no its not!
i said, Joveina twice, and i had to down a 1.5 litre bottle of Sprite.
had fun peeing after that.. sugar after-effects and all.

the white Playstation. Playstation 3 if im not wrong, lol.. im so lost with gaming technology nowadays.
oh yea, never challenge me need for speed (any kind) with my dominator glasses on.
probably without it, ill be merciful, but once i wear them, you're so owned..
lol.. the Dominator Glasses. tell you more about it next time.


okay, so the apple iPhone is unquestionably the sexiest gadget ever created,
makes all other phones burst into flames and dissolve into dust merely by looking at them.
i imagine just holding one of those things envokes the exact same sensation as laying in satin sheets,
naked, playing dota on a 108-inch plasma screen in the company of two naked victoria's secret models,
one feeding me grapes and the other pleasuring me in ways unspoken of since roman times.
already my "top of the line" nokia feels like a clunky plastic turd.
but while everyone oogles that gorgeous phone, i'd like to highlight the second most
incredible just-announced geek-chic gizmo in as many days. have you ever found yourself thinking
"gee, i wish my dvd player would physically roll around, and beep at me angrily," or
"why doesn't my remote control look more like a spaceship?" i know i have, and thankfully,
now some saint amongst men has finally answered my prayers. ladies and gentlemen,
the beeping, rolling, utterly frivolous and utterly awesome: R2-D2 DVD PROJECTOR!
it's so cool it makes my brain hurt.
and trust me boys, chicks totally dig it.
your date's panties will drop like a hot brick when she sees you using the millenium falcon to
play movies from a plastic astromech droid. oh, and just using the word "astromech" will drive her totally wild.
explain to her the difference between astromech droids and protocol droids,
and you'd better have a whole box of condoms ready to go.


oh, i almost forgot, i wanna change the entry music for my blog.. prolly some songs i loike or somethin. right now, my sister is killing me with her "to the left, to the lefts".

so yea, to save you from further misery scrolling down my blog, till then, bye bye cheebye.