the fresh prince of bugis

oh my oh my.. i didnt know that my dad was not only a legend in Geylang, but also, Bugis Street. like literally. its like as if hes been there everyday, and almost like everyone there knew him very well..
and those were the ah peks that runs store that sells bags, shirts, jacket, those kinda 77th-street-ish stuffus.. cheap shit. and the community of the ah peks/veteran bengs there, most commonly the unsavoury kind, with the chest and both arms covered with tattoos and intriguing enough, my dad was kinda like their homecoming king.
anyways, it was like as if my dad was representing that street. he was like knew the slang there.. and like some kinda gang sign. its seems to be like some kinda like ah beng ET in his homeland of ah beng alienworld.. and i tell you, he speak real FLUUUENT hokkien. i dunno what he said, but he was speaking like:

"(in hokkien) bla kanina bla bla chi geh bla bla lim pei ka la kong bla kanina huay ah ni bla bla bla ho sei!! bla bla bo buay chao lar bla (laughing) kanina!!"

they sound so aggressive, but the people there fucken' love him so much.

anyways they gave me a big ass cup of sugar cane juice, an 'idunnowhatbrand' jacket, 2 t-shirts, and a fresh pack of cigarettes for my dad. perks of having an ah beng dad..
muahaha


speaking of which, this shit is so FUCKING FUNNY!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uG85Oaca_o
like totally man.. LOL!

anyways, friday, workdayworkday, met sammie. she was like "i wanna buy stockings". ohoh, and and and, sexy ass's cousin followed also. contrary in features and everything about sexyass, safe to say...

well, sam was like:

hey auntiese, which one match my skin colour hars?
got stockings with the split one anort??
got cheap cheap one anot?

hilarious..

but anyways she later wants to eat han ji peng, but ended up eating "ice rainbow kachang"..
i recommend you all to eat them before you grow too old.

happy little kid.
chinese new year gummy.
whole thing disappeared in a few secs. she wants more..
HAHAHAAHAHAH!!! omg im so speechless.




speaking of which, this vlog(video-blog).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xu3Dfqm8WM0
omg. this chic SERREAIOULLY gives me the shudders..
aieyer.. the accent and all, but wait, the best part is on the last few secs of the video, it will cringe ths shit out of you..


oh anyways, went to the doctor.

she went back to life.


prices may vary

well, mine went for a hard disk change and software updates, and after that, blithe blithe blithe!!

oh, and they also added songs from diana ross, coldplay and some othermiserable shits. would be having fun later adding songs, but sadly i lost most of them.


oh and try this out:

buy a cool mont listerine pocket paks oral care strips,
remove all 24 strips.
place it in your mouth, consume. oh, gargle if possible.

oh yea, i met:

Xue -Pig!!


went to work,


when packing up, my boss's english very powderful:

boss: eh, can make it quick?? wah piang, you see, the other people they all 'fastering' already..
me: but i finish already!.
boss: wah, standard.. okay, now you see that ah neh there? go and help him to make 'fasterer'..

lol. then after that, i made a 'fastering person work fasterer'.

its sorry to say, but its harder to see

currently listening to: NOTHING!!

NEWSFLASH:

MY FUCKIN' IPOD DIED ON ME!! TOTALLY!!

no, it wasnt battery low, hanged, glitched. no it wasnt, it just.. it just... fuckin' DIED!!
it cant play anything because there isnt any.. it would still indicate life at least when i plug it in, back home. but this time, it really died! nothing. nada. no effect. si liao. mati already. its over.. benito. hasta lavista. KO.

all my songs, videos, pictures, podcasts, video podcasts, audiobooks, they all went dis-a- fuckin'-appeared!! i so wanna cry.. she got her name, and dammit i forgot whats her name... BOOHOO!!
and whats worst is that, she died!! waaa... Apple iPod, Designed by Apple in California, Assembled in China, Model A11396., Version 1.1 Dead!
Nov 2005 - Jan 2007. boohooo!!

oh, if only i could audioblog, i would record my present voice right now which sounds more like a wailing like a 2-year old.. resentment.


urh.
oh well, sad thing is that it died. before i took a silent long ass ride from yishun mrt, only to know that the mrt terminates service at toa payoh mrt and i needa take the night rider bus back home which took years just to reach a 'nearby' novena bus stop and a loooong walk back home after that.. this, without my music player partner singing. it just sat on my hands like a dead baby fetus. staring at it, and talking to it, nicely. hoping that it could come back to life. .but to no avail, it still laid dead..
this is like one of those red hot chili peppers moments.

When to descend to amend for a friend, all the channels that have broken
down.
Now you bring it up, I'm gonna ring it up, just to hear you sing it
out.
Step from the road to the sea to the sky, and I do believe what we rely on.
When I lay it on, come get to play it on.
All my life to sacrifice

heey... oh... whatever.

well, went to assile house recently, took a ride all the way to Yishun MRT on an early sunny-ass 6am. and gosh the cabin im in was bustling with students going to school.
but anyways, it was wafting with fresh just-shampoo-ed hair aroma, all kinds of brand, pantene, herbal essences, heads and shoulders, name it, prolly i smelt them. and the zombie eyes.
har har.. i wasnt having then at that time, because i was wasted the night before but went home for routine fun bath. and went to assile house until this happened. and btw, i never stayed home for at least 4 hour everyday at home straight last week. was out all day and night.
oh the fun thing when taking a long ride in MRT early in the morning of a weekday is that you can see many students in diff kinds of attire, its kinda fun to see what kinda dork school have that kinda design for their uniforms..

oh! oh! oh! almost forgot, theres this dork, he used the MRT seat as a desk for him to do his (prolly last minute) homework, serious. darn, i couldnt get a pic of him, but he was sitting cross legged on the floor, and he was writing his shit on a fullscap paper, laid on the plastic corner dual-seat of the mrt. pro-tastic man.



but anyways went to her house for some kinda spring cleaning(im so gonna do that also. soon.) and i got tired, and got hungry, so i raided her fridge and foraging any cereals available in the kitchen.. so i went down to look for some kinda supermarket or minimart for my breakfast fix, but ended up eating macs at northpoint, that wasnt the thing, but after that was whats important.

i got lost in ghetto Yishun.

worst thing is, i forgot what was her house block just now.. and i was just there an hour before this happened.. so i went around countless blocks, going up and down lifts. walked across every different districts, blocks, avenues and streets.. the deeper i go, the more i got lost. and the place there was serious ghetto.. was trash everywhere, ah long spraypaints, cockroach and cicaks covered the walls, warm piss on lifts, playgrounds and railings vandalised with liquid papers as a medium, stolen bicycles locked on lamp post and shit like that, which somehow u could classify the area a mere wasteland. really, the place was some 'third-world-post-war' shit..
so i flagged a cab to yishun mrt, and from there i got back to assile house..

then i re-enected what i saw at her house..

stacks and stacks of school papers and worksheets.
packing them..
assile's primary school book.
school motto: God is my Light...

speechless!

was there when this thing just got erected and lighted up:
Pek Kio Merchants Association
Wishing you, A Happy and Prosperous New Year!
Happy Mew Year!! Mew Year!!
that pig above the flower looks alot cooler compared to the simple ones that ah lian draw with white board markers..
(click to zoom)





some detailed and complex stuff
a working on work..





so yeah, OMG house again,

me: eh, whats the name of your cat again?
OMG: princey
me: princey?
OMG: yeah, princey.. (scoff) what ya expect? royal family, babeh...


princey the cat
dont know if thats cataracts or what, but the red eyes is lookin rad

watched soccer also, singapore made another tie. and theres one part where singapore's goal keeper, lionel lewis(player number 2) got injured and i was like:

YEAH! YEAH!! bring number 1 out! bring number 1 out!!

fyi, Hassan Sunny(player number 1) , is literally OMG's brother..
i did prayers at her house..in the Singapore's soccer player number 1's bedroom. and its been like aeons since i prayed. so, Dear God, please forgive me.
speaking of faith, im still not quite sure when is the result day.
God! i want good things to happen after i recieve my certificate. at least good things to happen. i dont want to die...


continuation:
Audi Le Mans quattro
Lamborghini Murcielago LP640. supercharged, longitudinally-positioned and 6.4 litres of wootness..

`[sam the emo*] says ♥ shut up and SPIN?!

oh my oh my.. what kind of shit had i got myself into. i just woke up from a 16-hour sleep and i really didnt sleep for like 2 days straight.. no shit.. and yeah..

I SWEAR!! I SWEAR!! i couldnt gif a shit abt kiss-and-tell, but I SWEAR!!

and yah. there was alot of things that i would like to mention from the past few days, but one of the many highlight was tat i got wasted thurday night and went anywhere but home. gawd. and anything besides my misery was the sentosa trip. sentosa always fits to be a great highlight nonetheless... somehow, everytime i hang out with them campteeners, they never fail to make the day brighter than sunshine..
well kinda entirely true cos yes, the weather is having some kinda monsoonal PMS.. the period. of frequent rain.

so where do i start.. erm, after i blessed myself, i went back home, and packed my shit and went out again.. to meet up with nesaar and:
lol. shorties are cuties. whatever that means.
she went real medieval on me when i pronounced the word "beach" to "bitch"..
sorry lor.. my pronaunshia-shun got probrem can?

well, the umpteen times reminder of "gimme the pics when i come online" didnt pay off. it was no avail, though they said tat they gonna upload them in the blog or something: zero, nada, zilch.. well, yeah some.. but i want the pics of group photos, vivo, cake pics and also the one we guys showing hunky, manly poses..

i really wanted the kickass pics. while my cam contains all the handball scenes and very very little of anyone's glam pose except gay ones. all thanks to someone's false alarm "low batt" excuse. i just cant do it.. i just cant give my usual detailed commentary of trips without pics..

so im gonna use all the pics from MY camera. none from anyones camera.. /pouts.

my arrival was like punk-tual. 3 or 4 pm while the rest assembled and met at like 11-am..

well, so, when i first reached that place, they almost kicked off the start for 'play ball'.

cos when it comes of me becomin the camera man, im like the champ of unglam. so i decided to hand it over to these two trusty camera-womens.
the dua minah: HAN-ARHH!!! and nanabananamalina. wah kanina, so many 'nah'.

well, they did the job, kinda.


the pictures are though spectacular but everything's like so far away.. well, just click to zoom for closer observation of pics..
and some really close like this one. this pic looks like someone's doin something behind Tor/Jun's ass . and it seems tat she really enjoys it. wish tat fortunate fella was me. :x
dammit! run run run!
everyone chases for THE ball. shan(i think) really guns for it.. while ron's getting it on him. nesaar's standing there, cos he thinks two is enough. can see details of Han's muscle.
(look at what shan's mouth connected to) everyone: oh no.. shit, wtf happened?
nooo.. samantha! dont do it! (click to zoom)
pic of the day: ron and his golden macho-man pose. behind him: julynn's sweetheart.. lol. shes so gonna kill me.
so the beach was out-of-bounds, if u defy that, u would like get a squeal that sounds like 'feeww-witt' from the dude on a tall ass hut. cos like theres dangers of lightning strike or stuff. and yeah, tat dude offered us someone's driving licence. after an hour or something, we all jumped in the water.. seaweed angkong!! weed war.. cos the water was like infested with floating seaweeds.. and the new town sec sch softball twins were pro in the weedwar. the girls are like pro in tat game, precision of their shots were mere-sniper accurate.. never fail to hit my nipple-head. oh and i was a weed magnet. it just sticks to my skin.

then maline treated us to a wholesome scrumptuous pizza lunch.
after that, we took the tram or 'pram'. to the wash point which was like located so frickin far .
the toilet was @#$^$0/ star grade, the guys had to share a cubicle for bath. and no one brought a proper cleansing body soap, so the handsoap dispenser from the sink does the job..

abby and malina. the CATs (the cedar athletics team). some elusive club.
i love you i love you.. hug hug.. guy love.. ron(red), alex (cap), malina's bro. forgot his name..
han(with lau teeko specs), justin(lol), shuib (i think), ron (cant stand the excessive gayness,or something), alex(face on ron's tits), malina's bro(goin down south).

oh and i wore the ferrari cap,

someone: who's cap is tat?
me: shaaaaaaan
someone: whos shawn?
me: shan lah,
someone: where got shawn one?
me: no dammit, its shan.


and then we walked our ass to the bus stup, only to find that the bus stop was packed the fuck out, the queue was snaking all the way out. so we diecided to walk our ass to harbourfront but then, wehad to pause

cos farhana "left" her sportswatch behind. well when they were like left and on a mad search for it,

i waved them good luck with the watch they were looking for on my wrist. well,
made that chinese guy, ahmad, run.. for nothing and he got like a knee injury, but hell, who cares.. tot that was the only thing that messed up farhana's day.

then after that, we went for a what seems to be a 9853827593747162376146- km trek, well the ferrari cap gave me a serious chronic placebo effect. somehow, the cap turbocharged my walk and kinda like increased its top-speed by at least 1km/hr made me really realise that the trek back to harbourfront was only 7-km. thanks shan, without the cap, i would like die. i think.

but sadly, i had to return the red Ferrari back to her when i met her in Vivo.. the cap not the car.
after that we had a mass fast food feast on the top floor of Vivo again, same spot, same place, same moon..
and yah, Timothy made my day.. lol.
farhana blew the cake.. well, the half cake.. cos i ruined it while speedwalking, the cake was rammed to the box inner walls. sorry lol.. but i think it still look nice..
its not ugly, its art... it drew gasp and loud exclamation of MY name, wtf's and oh-my-god
sorry, farhana.. lol. then i went to send abby off.. shes a good talker, so engrossed with our conversation, i came back, everyone was packing their shit and heading back home. wah lao.. nite still young lor.. and no ghost stories and racist jokes.. boohoo. when we took the MRT home, samantha was looking red-hot. figurative and literally. and everyone drew looks from commuters.. cos we were like nuts?? i dunno.. well, im lookin for more of this. this is kickin cool. i want more! hope the christmas DnD would be kickass as it sounds..

whao.. 6am. AHAHAHah.. honest, dun believe, ask farhana. woot! jogging!