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.
Porsche Carrera GT. 
Aston Martin DB9
Ford GT
Mercedes-Benz CLK 500 (need for speed: most wanted)
Mercedes-Benz McLaren SLR 
Lamborghini Murcielago
a 3-man supper meal. supposedly..
the twix also include this lace ace thingy..
the Fa Ka Bo Cheese Flavour Cracker..
vitasoy taro soya bean milk.
mexican tomato chicken flavor
cucumber flava.
a sleeping fat cheebye laid on a hammock.
italian red meat flavor.. = beef
he got really pissed..
BUEY SONG!!
cool..
it was some real shitbag..
the soccer match. it was a thrash-fest, but the indonesian team was tenacious.
young lions were literally awesome. the combination of some trained foreign talents and mats with their regular under-the-void-deck-soccer practices shows the nation, glorifing results..
well, so the indonesians score.. . note the peoples sitting down: they are all singaporeans.
those peoples were behaving in some kinda weird manner. and i almost thought that im in some kinda mass church function, u know? those kinda service where theres like fanatic preaches, people goes wild and nuts praying hyperactively and speak in tongues.. and im seriously convinced because their loud alien-like language sure do sound like they exactly were doing just that..
see that hairy leg?
oh, and my loopid sister was killin me to post this pic on my blog.. dunno why. looks like power ranger thingy and some kinda bimbo allegiance for global domination
everthings so relaxed people watching Naked Mile, another American Pie series.
its a good thing to have classmates that understands what you 'like'.
comes with the author's signature on the cover.
my class. as you can see thats a looong row of F9's. we are so gonna be successful peoples. (fyi: this is no bullshit or some orchestrated shit. thats the actual grades that my class achieved for Maths paper during Prelims last year.)
Elissa Nadine..JPG)
titled: The Victory Pee.
