Rollllllllllllllllllllllllllin

aah. my unkcle is back from new york. and a nifty souveneir he got back for me.. a die-cast miniature model of the city-scape of new-york.. wow man.. im like..how old is that stuff? cos i can see the world trade centre twin tower still up. tot that thing disappeared on the date of my bday.memorable. but sad cause my birthdate is COINCIDENTALLY on the same date.a gift somewhat alot more fascinating than the Class 5A (not barney) but Baby Barney....
i think the best was a BMW 7 series given also part of my beloved 5A.duh, its a 1:72 scale version.
anyho, "recently" my internet is like down, AGAIN!! and the only way that i could upload a post to my blog is by writing up my post on a damn MS notepad!

1)do my post on MS Notepad at home2)copy it to my thumbdrive(disk-use enabled iPod) 3)USB it to a comp that has internet4)cut paste all from the MS notepad to my blogger5)publish post.
so literally now, i feel stupid writing my post on MS notepad with a PC without internet connection...oh and like im gonna post it later in blogger.com on a computer with a decent internet connection..


freakin awesome.. the Design and Technology Buffet (courtesy from my school's big fella, Mr Wong. his blog, see left under links section, for 00-wongz). Buffet food was kickin' great and it really knock-me-belly-out. i jogged(ran) my routine 4.2km and it was 3 mins late from average timing... the cheese sausages and that sweet sesame chicken seems to increase my relationship with gravitational pull... drastic.



Prelims kinda like tomorrow, or something.. gotta tell ya, im like so prepared... to fail it real badly.muahahhahaha...Wait,shit. no,no shit. hell no. not gonna fail. touch wood.
oh yea, i turned off the Profanity Filter from my tagboard. so enjoy your time and haf fun throwing big F's on me....speaking of which, tell Ron to stop goin Gnarls Barkley on me.i was pissed doin that last post, and i still am, cos someone fucken hacked my blog. stfu. someone did. so i happened to put ur pic (i edited it. and i was pissed at that time also) and u cannot blame me for pointing fingers. bottomline, shut up.cant even take a miserable joke. i ensure all my shit in this blog is clean shit and most importantly, i dun fucking take things personal. - i cant stress this any fucking further...

my ass la

Salihin doesnt know, my ass.

someone hacked my blog... its not professional and its just simply childish.... VERY.
who hacked my blog? i dunno.. im telling that mr./miss/mrs. I-know-salihin's-blogger-password to just come up and apologise. its corny, but i need that apology. thanks for what you did to my blogger on the date of my birthday.. it can be anybody..




or it can be them.

or anyone... i dun care... you made a lucky guess to my blog password...i just changed my password, so for now, i made a super unpredictable password u need some lo-jack instrument to hack in.....


so, happy birthday to me..... thanks for the barney.. assholes

the loving and caring person that supplies u a pack of tissue paper when you're crying.... but at a discount price of 20 cents.

LONG POST (grab a cup of coffee/chicken soup)

i was feeling tired like a fat stingray this morning and was stupidly sober. finished my 9am fresh crispy prata kosong and i walked my miser ass down my colourful neighbourhood.
so i happened to walk past 7-eleven. and that existance-old question still lingers in my head, what the fuck is in the mind of a women? so i was dead bored and apparently was in i-got-nothing-else-to-do state.
so i did what i normally do when im bored, random impulse purchase.

bought some magazines to uncover what really fascinates the opposite sex:

1) marie claire, a whopping $7 fucking dollars
(fashion. real amusing. -.-")

2) Hello! an insane expenditure $4 dollars and 90 fucking cents.
(Hollywood gossip. wow. so fucking great. -.-")

3) FHM. $6, worth every fucking penny
(simply for self entertainment. O,O)


marie claire, the september edition cover model is Paris Hilton, in there, the magazine's is more of a designer-label version for the classified newspaper. in there, you see a profusion of outlandish stuffs worn by models in the studio and maybe worn by mere simpletons in the streets of United States. simple epitome of womens mentality.

theres a reason why theres no such shit as a mens fashion magazine.. cause, any dude caught reading a magazine of such, that dude would be simply labelled big 3 letters on his forehead: FAG.
or worst, if that dude gets caught reading a women magazine, and gets fascinated by it, the number of words his label on his forehead is increased to 5 words: SISSY
trust me, the higher the number of letters, the gayer you are. dunt get me started with mens watching American Next Top Model.
its part of a mens life. and they follow by this strict code called: masculinity. and that rule is like golden. if men is to samurai, turning gay is like dishonor but then killing yourself after being gay - is like a honorable act. being a metrosexual is a no less profane excuse.


then the Hello! magazine. (July issue.WTF?!?.nvm)
total waste of money. who the fucksake would spend a couple of dollars on a magazine that tells life of celebs and how well they are doing? i dont, anyways sadly, i just did, BUT due to the fact that i dun give a single drip of shit about any content there is inside, im doing this as a public service announcement, and accountable for the sin of buying it.
besides rambling about womens (i'll get to that later), this funnels down to another major theme: People. Are. Stupid.
en masse, local Singaporeans in particular are a vapid, ignorant, taste challenged, easily distracted ocean of marketing victim automatons. why are we so much more interested in Singapore Idol than world affair? why do more people read tabloids than newspapers?
why do we tend to read the sports/gossip section instead of the relentless bombings that happened in our neighbouring countries everyday or the starving peoples?..
why would peoples finds the Lifestyle section/Urban waaay interesting compared to reading something vital such as the Straits Times forum or review. sometimes i think the real problem is that the comforts of modern life have circumvented the process of natural selection. allowing whole bloodlines of incredibly stupid people to continue on well after they should have died out. we need to give natural selection a little , and help eradicate the world of vacant idiots. personally, i'd start with celebrity worship. if you seriously follow celebrity gossip, and genuinely care about Gweneth Paltrow having a baby or Gillian Chung's pissed off after being caught on tape changing in a dressing room or how Jessica Simpson is holding up since her break-up... Kill yourself. if you've ever used the word "Brangelina" with no trace of irony... kill yourself.
obsessing over the inane personal lives of borderline-retarded complete strangers because your own life is devoid of any interest or meaning is possibly the most pathetic way to waste your sorry life away that u can think of.
Every issue of any gossip magazine should contain a packet of poisonous gas that bursts when someone opens the magazine, killing them instantly. Celebrity gossip shows on E! should emit radioactive waves from the tv, rendering you unable to reproduce if you watch it for more than ten minutes. As soon as you push the button to confirm your ringtone download of any top chart pop music, your phone should detonate, taking your empty fucking head off along with it. it's not murder, it's just forced natural selection. it's really for the best.

The sad thing is, i shouldn't feel as smart as i do. the bar has gotten so low, that people consider me fairly intelligent and comparatively well-informed, simply because i can form a sentence and i could give you a basic summary of what's happening in the Middle East. i've put the bare minimum effort into my education, and that's all it takes to feel intelligent. after all, i didn't get a 200+ aggregate for my PSLE, i really dont and the bit of knowledge i had attending my normal academic stream class which, if anything, actually made me dumber. i didn't come from money or privilege, i had no special treatment or silver spoon opportunities. likewise, my oh-so-intimate knowledge of world affairs comes from watching vital News @ 9.30 and briefly skimming through the newspaper every day, only occasionally giving a subject thorough investigation if it's something that interests me. so it's sad that with that minimum effort, i feel like i'm in fucking MENSA compared to a lot of people (even though i dont). if we were a society that even remotely championed knowledge and shunned ignorance - if scholars and scientists were our heroes, instead of basketball players and pop singers - I would be considered incredibly stupid - and rightfully so.... Thankfully so, theres no such shit as that, and everything remains relative..

Anyways enough of this nonsense,

Lets talk about womens some other time, i dun have the mood to talk abt it today...

personal fave music top 5 august '06

my personal fave music top 5 august '06
Emo.
1.
The Feeling - Fill My Little World
2.
Bloc Party - Helicopter (Allen Santa Monica Mix)
3.
Boston - Augustana
4.
Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
5.
Unfaithful - Rihanna

Ego.
1.
Justin Timberlake -Sexy Back
2.
Fergie -London Bridge
3.
Ciara feat. Chamillionaire - Get Up
4.
Nelly Furtado - Promiscuous
5.
Paris Hilton - Stars Are Blind


all time favourite:

Sufjan Stevens - The Man of Metropolis Stole Our Hearts

tell laura i love her

whaa fun le!! im so gonna kiss-and-tell about this day..it makes me go london london london..

my class planned last night so that everyone come to school late tomorrow.
a teachers day gift: a stack of late forms.
well i came at 8 olol. a "lil" too late.
heard my whole class that came late earlier recieved a sweet scolding from mr wongzai. lucky i came late(r).
Aces Day never fails to uphold its sense of gayness year after year..

after taht it was go Vigour!!
gonna give you my not-so comprehensive and non-biased sports coverage on todays interhouse games event. frickin awesome!!
so the day was great, everything is, but the Rainman just couldnt fucking stop dancing..

supposed to play on the sch field, but since the weather is fucked and tents were no more than useless
so games take place in the hall and all the houses, valour, valiant,Vigour(yeah with a capital 'V', bitches) and victory, was relocated upstairs in the gallery to spectate the games, from upstairs.
each house were given a "turf".
my pov: the view of the game from top is so much clearer. maybe the Rainman's dance was a blessing in disguise.

memorable one:
going to the valour's turf and told them to chant with me, "Vigour! Vigour! Vigour!"
asking whether they followed my chant. well, of course they did not. dammit.

so the first game was Nick of Time,
goes from one point to other, its like bridge crossing game, but chairs were used.
valour got first, but Vigour got second all cos of that turd! no need the fingerpointing already.

second was Musical chairs,
its starts with peoples from all houses walking and around the chairs, and when music stops, grab a seat, or out u go..
first its was like omgdingly lots of ppls, and as less chairs are pulled out, round by round, lesser players..
the last person seated was a gal from Vigour. hahhaha.. man, that girl got a pair of fast asses.

third was Tug-of-War
name of the game describes itself.
first victory,, second was valour,
we lost to victory. cos the ropes were on their sides even before the damn whistle is blown to startoff. wtf.
3rd place was decided by loser vs loser match
i didnt wanna play it cos im not a loser, but i did it anyways -.-"
but match was fairer, and Vigour


funny, apparently/coincidentally i happened to found this in my sister's pic folder:

lol. prolly my sis's sch plays this game also/doing a book review/maybe shes just keeping it for fun/whatever.
its human nature to go contrary.
not lame but worlds nothing without sibling rivalry.
my version of chasing the dragon:

haha. gonna keep this pic in my folder.
but anyways the name of game is chasing the dragons tail...
so im like the Vigour Dragon's head.. the game goes like this,

all houses forms a line of ppls and stand in line in a of kindergarden choo-choo train,
the first person in the team's line formation must touch the opposing team's last person.
'nuff said

meaning i need to like"grab the other team's pitiful dragon ass". or kick them if the opposing team's last person is a male. har har

i love the first match, Vigour vs valiant. haha... but it sucks to accidentally scratch someone.
happens to be the valiant's tail was tt joveina
haha. see her as tail, i instantly go beserk.
i got you baby!! literally.

after that my team line was like a no-gay-train man. sexy and ready like a sexydragon.. haha

then victory won the valour, who cares.
but victory got mrs ang as the head, not only that a technique, nono, an ability, a coil up and pack ur nuts technique.. the tail rolled in with the line and somewhat protected by their 'body".but too bad that skill was turned illegal when karamjit imposed last minute rules.
but victory still wins.

loser vs loser, valour vs valiant. valiant win.

Final Dragon Battle!!
Fight! mortal kombaaaaat (*mortal kombat BG music) lol. tupid..
so anyways my team bend victory's dragon like an old men's limp cock and won the thing. easily.
everyone in my team was like jumpin' around woohoo happy...

after that was captains ball...
ben tan, abhishek in the team.. clear cut, Vigour first place..owned valour and the other 2 miserable houses. frickin awesome.

but then i gotta go to my hair clinic,
cos recently i literally have grown real HORNS.made up of solidified pus but now long gone. so now i got two bald patches longitudinally located parallel on both axis of the my scalp of my head. but at least im not follicularly 'suay'. haha.. it will grow in no time baby...
so i came back. and someone told me tat the telematch, victory wins,. its a who cares news.
but a big good news: Vigour wins all.


then the concert starts..
but before tat, lame quizes. face it, u wont win anything. dont go up and "submit" ur answers.
who cares what item belongs to whichever teacher.
unless its like "whos marlboro red does this belong to?" or "whos red spandex does this belong to?" that would be a tad more interesting,no?
then the concerts were awesome,
got guitars solo, Sec 1s dancing. Thai ppls dancing. wasted, he could have been a famous duck le.
hahah. so then it was high school musical... was like Who0oO.
hit it..
the Drums and Bass band, abracadabrabarracuda(or whatever the name is), certainly gave us an upbeat great bodyhead anthem... the partially ex-monkshillian group displaces sweet torrential bass within drumlines, i dig it but im majorly disappointed, because the "enthusisiasm feedback" proves that our monkshillian audience are "super eligible" to show up in rock concert.. we are profound example of the singaporean stereotypes. everyone dont do it, why not me.

bla bla bla... gave teachers teachers day presents. and talked to show off former monkshillians.scoff. anyways.. took foto with The Princess Herself. it was like dunno so i hug her! haha.

http://img479.imageshack.us/my.php?image=p8050075jo7.jpg

got an old school mhss pe t-shirt which is red and rad! blag.. went out with frens and bla bla bla kill time + ate GCF meal at macs. and sat on the Barney ride. Zhi Shin did the near impossible, he actually squeezed into puny Postman Pat truck. so after that, we went home and then a nice relaxing warm bath.. then K.O. straight to sleep.

nite cycling in the dark wet roads of kallang river park was a chilling experience.
met up with esther and cindy. christy and edmund was as usual, fagging their lifes away..
tau huay chui at rochor beancurd after that. then edmundo house to watch Monster House.
that show is perfect for everyone..anyone. recommend u to watch it. a family movie.

my laser repaired. woohooo