.PLEASE SHUT UP.

There is no title for death.

2009-07-17T15:07:00.005+07:00

I shall move from where I am to different places, to different worlds. Nobody can stop me from doing what I want, what I will, what I can do. Because it is inherent in my nature to do what I must, what I need, what I can. What you can do is nothing as I move along the road. Everything is inconsequential, every drop of sympathy goes down the drain as I move along with my head held high, with my breath coming in ragged gasp. But it is all different now. Everything is Different.

It is Different.

Different.
Now what I say falls on death ears while I become the one that is inconsequential. As I fall deeper, as I spiral deeper within, everything changes, everything becomes clearer. That I will lose this battle, for everything I want. My dream, my hopes, my life. Because all that I have, that I once possesed is now gone. Is all melted down. Is all worthless in the world I realised I'm living in. As everyone smile, I smile. But that physical twitching of muscles is nothing compared to the turmoil that boils, that broils, that threatens to tip the balance and throw me into a prison within my own mind. Within my own soul. within what I have, what I posses. What I have lost.

Lost.
Lost.

Everything that I once have is all gone for the better or for the good. That is also inconsequential is it not. Heck and to hell with everything that goes against me, the current. Or am I the one whos going against the majority. The water, the tears, the blood shall drip endlessly on the ground unheard of, silently. Nobody will know anything. Because all is ignorant, ignorant is all. And I will be pushed back, pushed behind, pushed away, killed, suffocated by everything outside. Killed by myself.

Killed.
Dead.

As everything falls down lifeless. As blow after blow ravage my soul, destroy my entire being. As my life seeps away. Everything becomes meaningless. The world turns while I stop moving. I become motionless. Motionless with the arrival of death. The anguished screams shall tear apart the fabric of the world and I will become inside out. I will become inside out. I will become inside out.

I will move along this broken path, salvaging whatever I have. However little. I shall move in isolation. While the parallel road turn away. As I walk alone down the road of death toward the phantom, I will remember about all the times before. All the joys before. All that I have lost because of myself. Because I have only myself to blame. The shadow will descend and I will welcome it. I am dead. A zombie. A bleeding, wailing monstrosity that will cease to exist.

The doors open,
The wind is released.
The gale shall discern,
while death gives his kiss.

As the world plummets,
I become ravaged.
As the sun sets,
I become caged.

Will nothing be the same anymore?
Will nothing surface to Destroy?
Will there be no peace forevermore?
Will there be endless, endless ploys?

The blood will flow,
The tears will sow,
a field that is cold,
I will freeze.

It is in the chilling depths of hell,
that I will than realise.
That life itself is more precious than worthless,
that I will want to live again.

But time would have passed,
the clock cannot turn back.
Everything will be a farce,
a parody that is grotesquely black.

Time will not go back.
Time will not turn back.
Time will never turn back.

Death will come. Life will not increase.

Live it.

The Mid Year Exam. results.

2009-07-14T19:37:00.002+07:00

My results were absolute trash.

trash.

trash.

trash.

TRASH.

The specifics are not important. I have realised. Although it is usually the small things that gives you happiness.

It is time to work hard. And yes, Being emo is not going to help. So a thank you to all who have talked to me over the past week. It really helped to ease my passage through those difficult times.

In any case, I've realised that typing out what you feel-even if it is complex-really helps to relieve stress. So I'm grateful that I have this blog to pour out my sorrows.

We kill things that do not harm us. Do they retaliate?

Don't read this. I MEAN IT.

2009-07-10T18:33:00.003+07:00

The title of this post was "fuck the world" initially. The post was filled with depressing renditions of words jumbled together. But I have changed it. Changed it to something else altogether.

When it is time to go

As the gong strikes
the air vibrates.
as the multitudes fall,
the earth keens.

But nobody can ignore
the cry of nature,
the wail of the ocean.
The call of Death.

Sorrow and hurt,
happiness and joy,
all only conclude
the vulnerability of humans.

As the world turns,
the meaningless lives,
of millions go on.
In circles, in circles.

As everything follows
others.
as nothing fights against
the current.
thw world slowly turns bleak.
It dies.
As meaning and identity,
melts away.
As love loses its power.
As revolutions grip nations,
The clouds remain motionless.

The sun will forever shine,
but we will not.
The ocean will recover,
but we will not.
The trees will once again dominate,
but we will be reduced to ashes.

So are we to live
like mindless freaks?
Adominations of nature?
Perverted bastards?
Fucked-up nations?

Or are we to live
like saints?

What is life and
all that it encompasses?

What is love and
all that it burns?

What is loyalty and
all who are blinded?

I say
break out of the cycle.
Jumpstart the creation
of a new era.
Bump up the line of life
go against everything that
is nailed down.
The law.
The words.
The grim reaper.
Fight against all that
works towards you.
Fight against it now.

For everything will come to naught.
Your comfort, your sadness, your life.
When time comes knocking,
saying
it is time to go.

And fuck those bitches who are going to laugh about what I write.
fuck.

Nothing is timeless. Time is everything.

Batam trip

2008-12-14T17:49:00.002+07:00

Okay, I know the title is un-glamorous. But oh well, I'm not rich so you can't really expect me to put "New Zealand trip" as the title so HAH!

IN any case, I stayed in my BELOVED grandma's house on Tuesday night all the way until saturday night. Her cooking is absolutely superb!! The tantalising smells that exudes from her cooking is really capable of turning the world-as my friend would put it-topsy turvy. My uncle is, too, a really generous person..Muahahaha! Anyway, my uncle brought me to eat at Tao's. SO, THANKS SMALL UNCLE!!!!!

TAO'S.

location: Peace Centre
(Alight at either little India MRT station or Dhoby Gaut MRT station and walk there)
*Opposite Subway

Price: $19.80++ per set(per pax)

Best Thing about the place: Service Food price

A restaurant that serves set meals. Each set meal consists of 5 courses together with a choice drink. The food there is really good!! BUT, the best thing is the service. I've never seen such GREAT SERVICE BEFORE!!!

e.g. I chose cremme brunee for dessert and I did not like the taste, when the waiters saw that, they immediately gave me a chocolate fondue for free even though I had already eaten some of the cremme brunee! The waiters are really observant and greet you when you enter and leave the restaurant. However, its NOT RECOMMENDED FOR HONEYMOONS as the atmosphere there is quite noisy--The christmas carols and the hustle and bustle of the waiters make the place akin to a fish market.

There was bread with a really savoury spread-NOT PEANUT BUTTER!! I ate 5 pieces of bread with my spread which comes in a pan.
*Can't choose the starters

Then, there was the starters. I ate "farmer's boy splendour", which came with chicken slices and greens. For reference, refer to KFC oriental salad and imagine a salad 10 times tastier AND FRESHER.
*The fruit salad is also not bad though it comes with crabmeat.

--------->>>By this time, my younger sister was already "bloated".

Allright, the soup comes next. I took the sharkfin melon soup, its not sharkfin dolt, "sharkfin MELON" is the name of a, well, MELON!!! Its clear soup and its really good. Over here, the great service was shown yet again when the waiters so me gulping down the soup, they gave me a teapot full of the soup-free mind you.
*The cream of mushroom is "homecooked" and the texture and taste is really just nice.

The main course (At last). I took lamb chops, yup, juicy and tender! But I still think that for the main course, places like Jack's Place serves much nicer steak.
*steak comes on a hotplate

Last of all, the dessert. **Note top about the cremme brunee and chocolate fondue which I tasted. The cremme thingy is like egg tart filling only much more classy-I hate egg tarts. I would recommend the chocolate fondue which comes with marshmallows, fruits that you can dip in warm chocolate top with nuts and savour.

And people, I'm not paid commision to do an advert for Tao's here but still, since my uncle's friend's brother is the owner, I think its okay lar. Yup, its quite expensive, my uncle paid for me so I did not cry over a holey pocket after the meal. My uncle gave a tip of course for the great service but I don't think its necessary. Anyway, my uncle, me and my younger sister went to eat there and my uncle paid $80 including tips. we were all full-I kept eating my younger sister's share. What? I'm growing and anyway, she was full at the 2nd course already.

Okay. At last to the err..Main topic.

BATAM TRIP!!

Went to Batam on Friday. Was quite fun lar. My dad gave me a hundred bucks to get my CNY clothing, not alot mind you. Anyway, woke up at 7am-so tired!! The ferry left the pier at around 9.45am.

The ferry tickets were extremely expensive. It was like $47!! I mean seriously, the tax has already increased by alot and yet the ticket price itself also increased!! I went there for a one-day-trip and it was not worth the ferry ticket. SO people, I would really recommend that you guys, and girls, go to BATAM for at least a one-night stay if you do intend to go there or:

1) You would feel very rushed

2) NOT VALUE FOR MONEY!!

Okay, continuing, we reached at around 10.30 am-mind you, I was not wearing a watch and my handphone ran out on me so the timings are estimates and even then it may jump between Singapore and Indonesia time. My younger sister was a little sea sick, I stood on the top deck staring at the ocean for most of the journey like some EMO freak even though there were people smoking on deck. Anyway, I slept for the rest of the time on my seat.

Oh yeah, the crappy automated passport check-in counter did not accept my passport, so embarrasin. I scanned my passport and the first barrier opened, then when I swiped my fingerprint, the second barrier did not open and I had to get help from security, like a terrorist..JI-H*D!! It was due to passport extension in the end, all because of army!!

K, cutting out the less interesting things..LUNCH!! Ate seafood (at a place next to 933-I think the name is 553 or something)!! It tasted really good although the coconuts tasted like lemon. It was sour, yuck! And the were leaks everywhere, so much so that my younger sister had to change her coconut twice due to coconut juice running down the table towards her. The menu (Can't really remember):

1) Sambal KangKong-OMG, really nice though can't compare to Singapore's East Coast Park Kang Kong

2) Chilli Crab-a must for all seafood, not bad! But still prefer SIngapore's No signboard and Thompson CHilli crab

3) Sotong, it was skewered on satay sticks, a little spicy but still, it was really nice albeit a little too chewy

4) Prawn theat resembled lobsters-something unique, I did not try it before, very rare in Singapore! According to my uncle, its way better tasting in Thailand

5) Mee goreng, half of the plate was left at the end, not very nice actually-maybe its just me who don't like mee goreng

6) SEA SNAIL (Gong Gong), does not come with sauce so tastes quite plain unless you dip it in chilli sauce provided!

7) I can't remember the rest of the dishes if there were any..HaHa!!

Allright, we went shopping after that, quite boring until I found a shop which sold T-shirts at 15000 rp, around Singapore $2!! Very cheap!!
*Exchange rate was $1-7350 rp

By the way, I went with many of my relatives-my parents on the other hand did not go!!

My aunty got me a shirt which cost around $22, my uncle got me a pair of jeans which cost around $17! In the end, I spent around $26 and got 1 shirt, 2 collar T-shirt, 1 T-shirt and 1 pair of jeans! Quite a huge buy!! Anyway, I walked around and ate some ice-cream in the evening when most of my relatives went for a $20 full body massage (1 hour)-considered quite cheap!! Yup, most of the things in Batam was really cheap, duh, that's why Kiasu Singaporeans like to go there!!--But not very smart considering the ferry tickets!! #$%##$%

Anyway, the dinner was not very nice, although the environment was supposed to be authentic and unique. Reason why we went there was to sit on the floor-hmm, sounds...-BUT, after I settled down on my floor seat, someone shouted cockroach and indeed there were quite a number scurrying around on the floor. Well, since we did not fancy sitting next to roaches, we sat on usual chairs in the end.

**The drinks were the best part of dinner, juice was really fresh and I tried the mocktail, no alcohol but above average nonetheless!! AND THE BILL WAS LIKE around $9 per person after we divided the total bill of around 860 000 rp!!

YUp, went back and reached grandma's house at around 11, bathed and ate supper then went to bed.

It was quite a fulfilling trip BECAUSE, I at least managed to get some clothes AND LOADS OF CRACKERS!!!!

By the way, my grand ma's prok chops are the best in the world and don't bother disputing that with tales of your own grandma's culinary prowess!!

haha, realised that I described loads of food, maybe should make my blog become a food blog!! haha, can combo with music blog?! where's the link?!

Stayed at my aunty's house on Saturday night and it was EXTREMELY fun, was woken by her dog "crystal" licking my face at 7am!! haha!!

MISS WORLD 2008: RUSSIA!! T&T and INDIA(yes, INDIA) came close to getting Miss World though!!

Quote of the day by me: If you stuff Oranges into your shirt, you're desperate. If you go for expensive chest treatments you're not only rich, you're sexy.

Word count(Alot of effort put in!!!) : 1520 words

CAMP!!

2008-12-09T16:45:00.001+07:00

6-7 DEC, went to BB LDC 2 camp (leadership development course 2 camp). Total people from Xinmin (45th coy): 9. 2 of then never turn up. The camp was held in BB/GB campsite, but too bad la, GB did not have camp on the same date as us. There were many people from different schools-all boys duh, its Boy’s Brigade! I think there were about 150 people in the camp and we were split into 4 companies (or groups), people from same school split evenly so that we’ll socialize more..! Then, within each group there are 5 squads, each squad with around 5-7 people, so you can count how many people altogether!!

1st things first, we had to volunteer a CSM (Company Sergeant Major)-I’m already the CSM for our school lar..Boy called Jonathan volunteered himself, so enthu! Xinmin people, its time to show our volunteering spirit too!! In any case, there were ice-breaking games which included blow-wind-blow, “parts-of-body-touch-the-ground” etc. By the way, the games were played on the muddy field so imagine when the officer said “4 BUTTS ON THE FLOOR!!” Quite gay lar, cos we had to be connected to each other in each mini group and we held hands…LOL!

Then, after the end of the ice-breaking games, we changed CSM. Okay, he impressed the officers by doing some push-ups commando style, haha! We had a pre-course test that was relatively common sense-our company had NO failures and 2 people got full marks, dunno who, they never say. An example question:

Q?) As a squad leader, how should you treat your squad members?

a) Punish them frequently to show your authority

b) Learn all their names so as to familiarize yourself with them to have better cohesion

c) Leave them alone so they will not feel you are bossy

Ans is obviously “b”, so if you got that wrong, please climb up the tallest tree and jump down. Thanks.

Then there was the lessons, I assure you, it is more boring then NG KIOK SOY at his most boring streak! Or, if you can’t relate to that, it is more boring then, err, George Bush’s anatomy-However, if you do find his anatomy particularly interesting, then kudos to you and your interest in old wrinkled bodies.

Allright, then there was the food, if I say that the better the quality of food, the richer I will be, then I’m sad to say that I will be very poor indeed. But was very hungry during camp lar, so not nice still eat two portions!!

Tell you what, one of the best things about the camp was the bed. A BED!! Seriously lar, a bed in camp is like abalone I tell you! It was double decker beds, 14 to each bunk! I slept on the top bed, cos bottom very warm-yes, yes, even though hot air rises.

Anyway, there was the usual water bomb game. The four Companies supposed to wet the other team’s newspaper wearer. There are 10 ppl from each coy wear newspaper around their necks, and opponents supposed to wet it so that newspaper tears. Guess how long the game lasted?

a) 7 minutes

b) 36 minutes

c) 55 minutes

Answer: a. This time, if you guess wrongly its okay, no need jump from tree, just jump from your window-joking. . There wasn’t enough water bombs!! I kenna one head shot right on my face. We played on the field at night and it was so dark, hard to dodge leh, that water bomb smack my face, my specs fly onto the grass I cannot find lar!

Literary: The panic rose like a bubble of helium, expanding to encompass the terror of the shattering glass. The stampeding feet, rushing apathetically by, the spectacles lying askew on the ground. The darkness closed like a suffocating net while I called for help, noone heard, noone cared. At last, when all hope had fled, my hands closed onto the redeeming object my spectacles, not broken, not shattered.

Yup, In the end I exacted revenge on Dun Hao-the one who threw that fateful water bomb.

Muahahahaha!! I gang up with Andy and bombed him, even taupoked him! But Andy failure, he jump on dun hao to tau pok, dun hao turn and in the end is Andy kenna tau pok!! NOOO, counter strike!!—err, counter-attack I mean. Funny lar, no more water bomb so me and Andy pick up those salvagerble water bombs, filled them again and pelted dunhao. But Dun hao sore lar, when I help to keep the bench that time keep poking me, I no free hand to fight back!! Kenna OWN!

Anyway, the MOST FUN THING about the camp was the Combat Skirmish. We had those Infared guns to shoot people, damn fun I tell you! No wonder go outside play so expensive!! I took the lightest gun, is not I weak, is got strategy okay! The place so small, get so big gun for long range is seriously no point! Anyway, my gun got AOE—area of effect—attack in a cone shape, kill 3 ppl at a time, damn pro! Muahahahahaha!!

At the end of the day, made MANY NEW FRIENDS!! Ya, all guys, too bad no girls there but still..haha! was a great camp—although there was ONLY ONE TOILET IN THE WHOLE CAMPSITE, make toilet so smelly lar, some ppl pooed! Haha!

Yup, I’m not going to be at home for the next few days till Saturday so won’t be using comp!! So busy..XD

Quote of the day by me: A papaya is not a coconut, If it is not round, its flabby.

Warcraft

2008-11-26T19:58:00.002+07:00

Haha!!

OMG people! At long last, I have managed to attain-no not nirvana-Warcraft 1.22!! The significance of this is that I can connect and play through Garena-GG client as I have the same version. Meaning, I can play with you people out there..haha XD

In any case, my computer seems to be a little bit laggy making me unable to excel in the game so oh well!

Yup people, tag your GG client User on my tagboard and I will add you. Then can play..haha!

Anyway, just played a game with JH and Louis, I gt a double kill and kenna first blood, laggy!

haha XD

SANA project

2008-11-21T12:56:00.003+07:00

Yo people!!!

NEED YOUR HELP!!!!

This is my project for a BB badge and it includes an online survey. Please go to the website and help me to do it, contains ONLY 5 questions!!!

http://www.sana.org.sg/badgeproject/

That's the link to the survey. I'm called a transfer agent, so the questionaire says "friends of transfer agent". By the way, transfer agent is NOT someone who transfers err AIDS or anything, is just a term to say that I am going to tell people not to abuse dugs. k, DON'T ABUSE DRUGS!

!SUGGESTED answers!

Q1) option 1 or 2 also can

Q2) They want to acheive a high / They are curious / experimentation / Bored

Q3) I think is option 2 or 3

Q4) refer to Bio textbook, can kill, can cause heart failure, hallucinations etc.

Q5) Just Say no / change the subject / walk away / punch him zzz

MY ID is 2008101810-MUST FILL THIS IN!!

Your IC must be accurate, contact number put 999 also can.

Yup, thanks guys-and girls!

Don't abuse drugs, solve your problems the right way.

XD

The Didactic Post

2008-11-14T14:53:00.005+07:00

Sorry people for such a long period without any updates-some unforseen circumstances!
Fine. It was plain laziness. And other issues lar..

A few things that happened(which I will cover):

1) Quitted National mother tongue symposium

2) Ran to K&K's house at 7am

3) Max is gone

4) Class chalet stagnating

5) Training

6) Holiday homework

7) Boobs-I mean books

8) MIRACLE!

On to NUMBER ONE.
quitted national mother tongue symposium

Very sorry Ber and all other people in refreshment comm that I had to quit from the comm. Don't worry, Abra will remain IC and BB will still try its best to make the, umm, refreshments a roaring success! Simply put, I quarreled with my dad, which involved some shouting, caning and loads of nagging. Complexly put, they were upset about things always being last minute and we could not see eye-to-eye on certain sensitive issues. It was partly my fault because of "rubber timing"-always go home later then what I told them. In any case, I agreed (yes, it was stupid) to stand down on all activities that I had ongoing. Sooo, since symposium was an activity, I had to quit. Anyway, I refused to eat dinner that night (Monday) but due to puberty causing me to have hunger pangs, no choice, have to go and eat dinner anyway-ending my 2 hour strike (failure)! So very sorry guys that I'm quitting symposium. ANYONE WANT TO TAKE OVER ME???? Yup, looking for a substitute (BB very small lar, noone else to take over). Contact me at, well, my number if you're willing to take over my place!

Now, NUMBER TWO.
ran to K&K's house at 7am

Day after the quarrel. was still simmering so I wanted to avoid my father for my morning run. I lent a book to K and I wanted to pass them the sequel in exchange for another book during one of my runs(not diarrhoea). Since I couldn't make it on Sat, I promised to run to their house on monday morning to pass them the book. Unfortunately, I quarreled with my dad on Sunday so, to avoid a confrontation in the morning, I planned to pass them the book at 6.15 am (nope, nothing sexual or wrong about that). BUUUT, my dad was up early too so I had to wait till he drove off to fetch my sis to school then leave my house for my run-looked weird running with a book. Anyway, I walked pass the guardhouse looking like a resident and passed them the book at their house. End of Story. What? Expecting something more exciting and explicit is it? Too bad, nothing happened only that they looked like zombies in the morning-no offense! XD

Allright, NUMBER THREE.
max is gone

No, he's not dead. For those who don't already know, max is my new dog. Well, he was quite obedient, cute, always listening to commands but there was ONE BIG PROBLEM. Every night, and afternoon, and evening, he would keep barking, not at strangers but at us. Barking while facing the house, trying to gain attention. It was a hell lot of noise. Sadly to say, our neighbours were very disturbed by the noise-as you may already know, there are many senior citizens in the vicinity and they complained that they could not sleep-but I thought that the older, the more deaf the more unable to hear?? Oh well, in the end, after talking to the trainer and SPCA, we came out with a reason: Max felt insecure. Solution: Sleep in the living room to keep him company. First night my dad slept in the living room, Max still made noise so my dad kept having to shut the dog up and he looked really tired the next day. Second night, I slept in the living room. Woke up many times to see bugs crawling on my shirt, having to constantly slur out: "noooo Maaaaxx"-when Max was noisy. COuldn't sleep I tell you. in the end, after another week of "Accompanying the dog" solution, we had no choice but to return him as he was not only noisy, he also liked to run into the house-together with clawing the doors and cupboards out side. Well, he also can't get along with Royal (my other golden retreiver) so, no choice. He's gone now, although we do miss him. We'll probably be getting another dog-considering. I wanted a ROTTWEILER, but now have to buy life insurance all that, so mah fan, so can't lar.

Going on to NUMBER FOUR.
class chalet stagnating

Okay, latest report on class "chalet" I hope. Costa Sands resort has a few vacancies but the reason why its not booked yet are as follows:
1) Its room by room, don't have that cohesive feel
2) Too expensive, scholars not going split among the "few" who go, can amount to much more than 20 dollars per pax
3) My parents don't work with govt, can't book
4) Mabel parents work in govt, but her parents can't book for unspecified reasons
5) No NTUC card??
and many more...

So, at the end of the day, the best solution is just to host the class gathering at someone's house. Any volunteers? we're currently lobbying for Wendy's house, maybe K&K's house again? My house too boring lar, so don't want. Yup, so if anyone is able to host the class gathering then do contact any member of the "Completely Sexy Institution"(CSI) or(the real-and boring name-one), " class bonding comm" tm. Yup, you can also contact me. Thanks for your coorperation!

***By the way, can start designing for next year class Tee. Slogan: FIERCE LIKE BOY

So moving on to NUMBER FIVE.
training

K, boring post. had AQ (adventure quest) training on thursday. Don't get fooled by its innocent name, it actually involves a 35 km expedition that the (BB) team is training hard for. Also includes pit stop activities like kayaking, archery, rock-climbing etc. Yes, so the training is basically to build up the stamina. In the end, after some warm-ups running along corridors in school we sat down and played umm.."exercising dai di-big 2.5" dunno how to play bridge mah, then I lazy to teach. It includes 5 pumping per card left. I did many more than hundred-such a failure. T.T K, I did win also allright, make until dun hao have to do 55 pumping in one round. Muahahahahahaha! Yup, was quite fun though! XD

Next point, on NUMBER SIX.
holiday homework

OH MY GOODNESS!! I started already! I did well, 2 questions of the compre. K, that's very little but at least its a start. Everything has to start from some point allright! And Kudos to all those out there who hav finished their homework-You're a Nerd. But oh well, O's next year got to study hard also lar but since I almost everyday need to go school, no time to study.

Okay, NUMBER SEVEN.
boobs-i mean books

Okay, nothing to do with booby books. Was reading quite a number of books last week, some include sex scenes-IN WORDS DOLT (hence the whole idea bout boobs)! For those who want pictorial boobs by the way, well, I'm innocent Okay, so innocent that I can tell you to type "boobs" in google image search with safe search turned off to see whatever you wanna see. Allright, some authors that I would recommend:
1) John Grisham. Books are really intriguing, power in the real-world depicted. Includes manipulation of elections and the liks, a bestselling author! Go read "the broker"!
2) Stephen Frey. Basically the same type of book as John Grisham only with a different writing style about powerful people in the upper-circles, would recommend "The protege"!
3) Gasper Chan-no kidding.

Last Point in conclusion, NUMBER EIGHT.
miracle!

Nope, I did not suddenly become 1.8 metres tall-so saddening, I became 1.9 metres tall instead! (Kidding) Nope, nothing to do with anyone getting healed. Nothing to do with a rabbit apearing from a hat. In fact...

CHARIS UPDATED!!! OMG! Miracle, pigs can really fly already! She updated at last, wapiang! After she update I never update haha! Yup, yes, I know its a dissapointing miracle but oh well, miracles happens all around you. You just have to watch out for it.

Okay people, really sorry for not updating for such a long time, hope that this post satisfies you people! haha! Yes, didactic means really long and saturating!

Will update another MONSTER DEBRIEF SOON!

looking forward to christmas?

jingle bells, jingle bells...

Prince-updated with pics!

2008-11-04T14:26:00.008+07:00

Most of you would have seen my dog before but some may not-and some may have forgotton his looks. Anyway, here is the pictures of Prince in the hospital--details will be in post entitled "prince"-click on archive then scroll down.

He was too big to be put in a cage so he was put in the corridor, he's not in very good shape and this is not the way I want to remember him by but oh well, you have to cherish things when you still have them. I took him for granted when he was still alive, never expecting that he would move on when he is still so young. Hence, I do not have pictures of him when he was young and healthy although he'll forever remain in my heart.

There he is, you can see the tube attached to his leg and he is lying down on a towel. The reflection of the light made his eyes look like that, he is NOT a ghost.

**I Dunno why I can't upload the rest of the pics, will try again. And I also dunno why the words go to the side.

New DOG!!!

2008-11-03T16:10:00.002+07:00

Today, we went to get a new dog. My dad and two sisters. (We're still keeping Royal, my golden retriever by the way).

We felt that Royal was very lonely after Prince had passed on so we decided to get a new dog! It was a Germen Sheperd. We visited it for the first time and adopted him on the spot! Paid a fee of 400 dollars though, but he was really cute-yes, its a male!

Blackish-Brown in colour, quite big. The ears are always on alert, always standing up, did not bark or bite. Tame. Its previous owner was migrating to England, stayed in one of those bungalows at mediacorp centre, so RICH! But poor thing lar the dog, got left behind so we adopted him.

While my father went to the bank to draw the money to pay for the dog, we were brainstorming for names. By the way, its previous name was SULTAN-my goodness, its unacceptable (The pronunciation is different from the controversial one too!).

Some names that we thought would stand out:
-Ulu Pandan (Because of the road name)
-Visa (partly because of money, partly because it was a bank)
-Gasper (I disagreed obviously-if not both me and the dog will come running when called)
-Kelvin (too human)
-Rocky (Too hard)
-Jasmine ( Cause we saw the flower, scared JASMINE scold and delete my blog so nope-and too girly somemore)
-Autumn (In conjunction with Winter-my younger sister-nope!)
-Rock (without the y, sounds wrong)
-Blacky (Why not brownie? Too cliche)
-Licky (Oh dear, getting desperate!)
-Money (Like some miser, he can't spend money anyway)
-Happy (Not bad, only that he'll keep coming during chinese new year because we say HAPPY chinese new year)
-pee (I did not come out with it, but no respectable dog will want to be named after a puddle of yellowish and smelly liquid)
-Prince (Too nostalgic)
-Emperor (A mouthful)

In the end though, after more and more desperate names were thrown out including italiano, we decided to name him:....................................
MAX
Yes, yes I know, its really cliche but desperate times calls for desperate names. But the name is suitable for big dogs lar, so APPROVED!

He is imported too so there's a blue tatoo on his ear, looks weird..He keeps shedding hair though, non-stop, we think its because its shedding hair season for him as he's just one-year old!

He seems to love the rain as he keeps running into the rain, so wet haha! Anyway, no trouble when he was put into the car with us, already very big. He would sit-up whenever the car stopped then fall when the car starts and lie down. He's really smart and knew when we finally reached our house, or maybe he was just sitting up for good measure. By the way, we picked him up from Holland so it was quite a long journey.

At first, he refused to go into my house, so reluctant but he went in in the end of course. Had to hold on tight to Royal as Royal kept jumping around, so firendly want to make friends with Max. But max so cool, hide behind my father and even fought with Royal, we were all there so we stopped the fight in time. Now Royal is in the backyard while max is in the front yard, poor Royal but oh well, new dog must let him assimilate first. Hope they will make friends with each other soon!

When we picked Max up, he was quite thin so we intend to fatten him up (Sounds like factory farming). Actually though, I wanted a rottweiler-the fiercer the better! Anyway, will upload pictures of him soon!

**I don't have the wire so can't put pics from phone into the computer so have to ask my mum put pics from her phone into office comp and e-mail me, very mah fan but at least got pics..haha!

Max and Royal, almost sounds like a brand name: Royalmax!

Next time class gathering at our house, can take a look-not as fierce as Prince lar although may look a little intimidating!

XD

Diamond: Hard Facts

2008-10-28T15:37:00.003+07:00

Dear readers,

the following excerpt may not follow the status quo and my usual cliched writing style. It contains Les harde facts, things that I feel strongly about and yet am unable to convey it in a light-hearted manner. Indeed, THIS IS A WARNING: The following post may be crude and incoherent at times. It contains my views about issues that you may not be used to. Also, its 1599 words long.

Hence, I sincerely advise you to navigate away from this post and read the watered down post about Diamond instead.

Yours faithfully,
Gasper.

Diamond Programme, what was supposed to be an initiative to help failures, yes FAILURES, turned out to be a disastrous failure in itself. At first, I did not intend to attend the programme at all, but alas, after some persuasion from my friends, I decided to try it out-it couldn't be that bad right? But it was.

1.30 pm: two teachers stood at the front of the class. Trying to get the class to quieten down. BUT HOW DID THEY DO IT???? "You can leave if you think this is useless", "GET OUT if you don't want to attend", "You can go outside NOW!". What a positive, I mean negative start to the day. If the programme was supposed to motivate us to study, I seriously doubt the integrity of the promise. Asking us to get out right at the start? Indeed, how bout a round of applause for this method?

1.40 pm, a teacher started teaching. He did not have the vocals to project his voice throughout the AVA room, resulting in difficulty in hearing. The noise that erupted all over the place did not help his projection either. Indeed, he started to TRY teaching speed-time and distance-time graphs, together with the interpretation. This was regularly inter-spaced with propaganda on how he had sacrificed so much to teach us. This included him being a vegetarian, have not eaten lunch, and "please don't waste my energy" paraphrased at least in 3 ways. His lesson was also frequented by indications that we could leave if we did not find the programme useful. Indeed, I did not find it useful at all.

1.46pm, by this time, he was spluttering, trying hard to speak loudly and looked like he needed pills. A mike saved him, and destroyed him at the same time. Trouble was, despite the mike being able to magnify his voice, it also projected clear disembodied echos that set the whole 60 of us into hysteria. WHAT GREAT PLANNING!!-no mikes prepared etc!

1.50pm, surprised he was still alive, he had started to stress on his worksheets, on how we would have worksheets to do. UTTERLY IRRELEVANT. Also, as the mike problem was solved by then, he put on a more confident demeanor to the uncooperative class. BUT, as if to prove that he was worthy of teaching us, he tried to show-off. writing down complicated equations that "you do not need to know...Only use in JC". I mean, seriously, I know a show-off when I see one. He was trying to prove his value, his smartness but I mean, teaching complicated equations that you only need to know in JC is not a very smart way of approaching a class of supposed failures.

2. 05 pm, we were given the worksheets. We had to complete two questions. the first two parts of question 1 I managed to do by my own volition. Then came part C. I did not understand how to do it and yet he did not succeed in explaining it well enough for coherence sake. The question looked wrong, and yet even if he changed some of the lines of the graph it still looked like gibberish. But did he manage to rectify the mistake? nope. I still did not understand about Ys etc. To make things worse, he stopped using his mike at irregular intervals to talk and concentrate on half of the auditorium while my half got practically thrown into the lurch. how would that make you feel eh?

2.15 pm, I was starting to get tired of part C. I still could not understand, and I was getting more and more irritated by the second. he moved on to question 2.

2.30 pm, by this time, I had completely zoned out. I attempted the questions to get it all wrong. Marvellous, now I had to be reminded of MY STUPIDITY huh! Brilliant don't you think?

2.40 pm, I had had enough. Over the whole span of an hour, we had barely scraped the tip of the iceberg. we had barely gone through 2 questions, out of which I still did not understand those questions that i did not know how to do at the beginning of the lesson. I went there with a 10 percent knowledge of physics and left with a 10 percent knowledge of physics.

2.45 pm, I left. I could not stand it anymore, all the demeanor, helplessness, uselessness etc. the lesson had not ended but I left. Just left without any warning or notification. I heeded the advice of the teachers and left because I felt that it was useless. The unfulfilling lesson had become a facsimile of the 1700s useless lecture and I was not going to let it waste any more of my time.

The diamond programme was:

1) Ridiculous.
A physics lesson supposedly designed to help failures in physics becoming a lecture about a vegetarian man who had not eaten lunch? I mean, where is the link? Its like saying I wanna shit and then going to eat a stick of celery-and that has more link. The echo of the mike, the phrases that were used all accumulates to form a ridiculous notion of a programme that was supposed to be humanitarian. Oh wow, he seemed to have such lofty aspirations, so high and mighty, wanting to help the class. I respected him for that, yet everything that conspired convinced me that a mother Teressa was not standing in front of me.

2) Not beneficial
That is a nice way of saying that it was not hitting the mark, not targeting our weakness. Not understanding the nature of the students, restless people during the holidays, people wanting to play basketball, people who wanted to go swimming, people who were concerned about their marks and wanted to improve, people who desperately needed help! No, there was no analysis at all. No catering to needs, no cutting down of the size of the class. No, not at all. Instead, we had speed and distance time graphs, things that should take much less then one hour to finish explaining take much more than one hour to explain to an extent instead. Teaching of complicated equations to highlight how much we did not know, rubbing salt into the wound. making us feel inferior. I really expected much more from such a programme, and perhaps that was why I left the class.

I felt:

1) Disappointed
I went to the programme in the hopes that I would learn something constructive, something that would prepare me for the O'levels, but I did not get that! I am sorely disappointed in the programme, expecting much more that promised so much hope. A programme that shown like a beacon to help those who did not do well, a lighthouse to guide us safety. What I got instead was a black light, examining and turning me inside out, a shroud that darkened me further, diminishing my want to learn physics, creating a platform for me to abhor the very subject that I was contemplating to drop. the programme has not made a positive impact on my decision, did not sway me to take physics like I hoped it would. the programme was something important, it provided hope, but all of the hope was taken away to form something worse: disappointment.

2) Frustrated
Why couldn't there be a more accomplished person teaching us? Why couldn't the speed be suitable? Why was I unable to understand concepts that are supposedly easy to grasp? I do not know what to do! When I left the class, I wondered if it was legitimate, what was I doing? then I realised, I was running away from the bane, the one thing I hated, failure. I thought the programme would take away my failure, but it only exacerbated the problem, it made me so frustrated, not knowing what I should do. Should I smile and say all's fine or should I make a demonstration of how badly the programme was run? Grr..I want to do something but I can't. This sense of helplessness is overwhelming like nothing I have ever felt before, the feeling like everything is out of control. Yes, this paints a dystopian and uncertain future, but can it be dismissed, the fact that I walked out, the fact that the lesson was so disappointing?

Was it legitimate for me to walk out of that room without a backward glance?

I do not know and I shall cease to contemplate on that matter. Perhaps I should talk to Mr. Ng, then again, maybe I should not.

This is weary, this post can only convey so much of my feelings, my thoughts. The emotions are so varied, so wispy, fake, unable to coalesce into something substantial. I want to drift away, but I don't know why. I want to rave and rant, but I don't know why.

You have read the post, I do not know if you understand it, but either way, it makes no difference...

It makes no difference...

Diamond: Watered Down

2008-10-28T15:26:00.004+07:00

This is the watered down version of the Diamond programme, for the faint hearted. Do look to the "Diamond: Hard facts" post for more details if you want.

Today, 28 October, there were two major activities, the bridging programme ( I wanna play Bridge) and the Diamond programme.

There were people who were late for school and so hoho had to stand and scold scold, Don't let us go back to class-lol, waste of time. Then, when Mr. Tang walked into my chinese class, I was shocked! Wa piang, so fierce, later got extra remedial how??!! In the end he only came to announce the banding (I in band two class)--Anti-Climax. Anyway, my new chinese class looks fun, same 303 ppl, Wen, Kel, Cher and myself lar! Sat with Mark and then later move forward next to shao jie and noel...Doing wad we usually do during recess times (cannot say lar, later teacher read how??)!

Biology-Luckily was not who we thought it was, the one who say my Bio so lousy..T.T..Mrs. seetoh came in, she kept sweating, must be her pregnancy! Like that should not teach lar, straining her body and mind, she trying to teach her baby at the same time arh?

Anyway, Chemistry was okay lar, learnt about ammonia and made some obvious comments in class..

Then, I actually did not want to go to Diamond programme BUT when I met Mab and friends at the roti prata shop and they asked me to go, I decided to try it out and went in the end. I left at around 2.45 and came back to type out my burning post-not this, the hard facts one!

Lol..Yup, that's about it, would not recommend you read the post about the hard facts but well, its your choice.

Today was not a really fulfilling day.

The Ending.

2008-10-26T18:35:00.002+07:00

This seems to be the end.

The end of a very fulfilling school year, where the ups and downs shaped me to become who I am today.

The end of a sec three life where my friends turned me from arrogant to unassuming.

The end of a whole year of strife and tears, of joy and harvests, of winnings and losings, of competitions and friendships.

This is the end of the business at school journey which I thouroughly enjoyed.

The end where I will miss and regret alot of things in this year, where I also learnt to cherish many things in this life.

The end where I have to thank everyone for helping to shape me.

The end where I have finished reading Brisingr, found new aspirations.

The end of my dog(prince)'s life.

But it is also the beginning.

The beginning of a new year of hard labour and sweat.

The beginning of major examinations and study.

The beginning of budding friendships, of solidified bonds, of love.

The beginning of understanding and parting, of loving and leaving.

The beginning of maturity, of growing up amongst friends, of an unwritten future.

The beginning of new decisions, of new sacrifices, of blood shed.

The beginning of vengeance and fantasies.

The beginning of an unknown sec 4 life in an air-conditioned classroom.

"This is the end of the beginning" quoted from W.
And I agree with it.

I agree with the controversial statement "all good things must come to an end", and I intend to make the good things in my life, my friends, family, emotions last for eternity, always counter-balancing the bad things that may occur.

This is my life, and I have seen many things. I have experienced alot, but there is still many things out there that I do not know. Everyone does things for a reason, they scold to teach, they smile to motivate. As for me, I want to make everyone happy. Even if it costs me rumours, I shall endure. Even if singing awfully on purpose is absolutely rumour-mongerish, I shall continue.

This is the end of the beginning, and I intend to make as many good thing move into the new beginning as possible.

I shall smile, and others will smile. I shall serve, and others will in turn serve others. I shall motivate, and the world will be a much happier place to live in.

I shall be a lunatic for the sake of everyone I cherish, sacrifice my life for those who have given me reason to live.

This is the end of the beginning, and I think it is true.

Business@School

2008-10-26T17:53:00.003+07:00

On the 25th October was the phrase 3 of the business at school finals.

Team Gvadigo included me, Wen, KH, Jeff, Char, Nas. Our business plan was to open a stress-relief centre called GU-Giving Utopia. It was a brilliant idea and our presentation kicked butts!!

In the end though, it was team Itech (Xinmin) and Procorps (SCGS) who proceeded to the Asian finals-although the plush name only consists of singaporean teams. Congratulations to iTech!

Without going through the gruelling details, I would firstly like to thank Mr.Wong who guided us throughout the competition providing alot of pointers. Also, thanks to our teacher mentor Mrs. Belinda Goh who did offer some help along the way. Mr. Hannostegman, our Boston Consulting Group coach whom we met up with twice, to our supportes at phrase 3 Ber and Mab, to all others supporting us mentally, to everyone who offered motivating words, to Mr. Ace (Owner of plush bar), and most importantly, To KH, Jeff, Char, Wen and Nas my very dedicated team members.

At least we got a silver medal (everyone else had it too but, oh well)!!

I will never forget team Gvadigo for everything we went through, the meetings we endured, for being the first few people I thought bridge too, for cheering me up, for being there for me, for putting in a tremendous amount of effort into the competition, for unfailingly being bonded together, for sacrificing free time and other activities and most of all, for being my bestest friends. Thank you.

Team Gvadigo, you rock.

from a very appreciative member of Gvadigo-the name originated from Godiva chocalates!

303 class gathering!!!

2008-10-26T17:12:00.002+07:00

On the 24th October, 303 had our, umm, interesting class gathering.
Disclaimer: all names are not mentioned in full and the following may not have happened in chronological order.

Everything was planned last minute-which most of us are used to anyway-and the venue were all confirmed on the spot. Ha! This shows OUR efficiency, one day can plan finish EVERYTHING!!--even SLs can't do that (no offence..muahahahaha).

We went to K and Ks house at R__________ for a barbeque-they booked the pit at around twenty dollars-SO EX!! Anyway, we met at hougang point at 12-or rather, that was the official time but many ppl were late (including me). Then NTUC was our pit stop, we argued over nitty gritty stuff like-how many packets of charcoal should we buy?

It was drizzling when we left hougang point.

Then, we crossed the road-so dangerous nvr use traffic-crossing, at least get banged already can eat their share-muahahaha-. Anyway, I was quite a failure in lighting the fire and needed to wait for M---- to light the pit. T.T . AND, because it was drizzling, I had to sacrifice my umbrella-which embarrased me by detaching its gripping area (Out of everytime it could do that) to be used to shelter the BBQ pit, what a sight.

THE BUTTER!! We did not have any bowls and attempted to stuff the huge wad of butter into a cup-it was quite small! It got stuck, and looked like, well, yellow faeces. I mean, what is the world getting into when butter refuses to get into the cup. In the end, a spoon had to be used to scoop all the butter into a plate.

Then, a documentary about "how to marinate chicken" was filmed. The camera crew included
KW only, Char was the host of the cooking show, Ber was the commentator, I was well, the audience who added all the sound effects, HW, who helped to introduce the ingredients (covering the brands unlike all the other cooking shows) and some other calefare like M who shoved her way into camera view..haha. It was hilarious!

By then, the fire was relatively hot bah, did not really take note..Lol. Anyway, some of the REALLY GOOD FOOD WERE: chicken wings, prawns (I helped to skewer one stick), Hotdogs and corn. JH was quite insistent on being the chef of the day (accorded the title cooking hua hua) lol. Then, we bought cling wrap and Don't have aluminium foil-In the end have to go to hougang point to but again. Drinks also not enough so J and (someone else, I forgot) went to get it.

That was the food. Now for the FUN part...
I, as a very innocent bystander, was just happening to change into shorts and dip my legs into the pool for relaxation sake. Then, oh my, the horror, I felt a force behing me which toppled me over. Alas, me effort in resisting was foiled, I became victim to the dunking squad, which I joined after getting unceromoniously duncked into the swimming pool, luckily I didn't drown. My whole shirt was wet, so was my whole body and so..I decided to dunk others into the pool too-most of them were girls-including Leon..Then, I took off my shirt so that it won't cling so much and just enjoyed the water (sadly to say, everyone was blinded and did not notice my wonderful pacs). Anyway, I looked naked in the jacuzzi as my pants were skin colour, oh my! Later on, loads of other people came to have a dip in the water. By the way, the person who pushed me was W-she slipped into the water later on before I got to dunk her, such an unceremonious sight.

**And to those out there who criticizes our wonderful class tee, I thought you should know, those wearing class tee and got dunked into the water, became perfectly dry (including the tee) in 5 minutes-K, I was exaggerating but it was quite a short time nonetheless!

Anyway, later on, we played bridge-which I (thich-skin) introduced to the class and which soon became a very popular card game! Then we played BIG 2.5 and INDIAN POKER. There was a forfeit in indian poker where the person with the smallest card had to eat a vile concoction the was brewed before hand-not going to explain games here. Sadly to say, as I was the one who added the most key ingredients into the concoction, I lost the first 4 rounds straight (and would have continued losing if I didn't stop playing) through the cunninghams, I mean cunningness, of my classmates who were determined to make me lose. Can you imagine, I lost even though I had a 10!! But it was really fun although the twisties soaked in soya sauce, marshmallow, salt, oyster sauce etc was quite disgusting although it tasted fairly okay.

We played charades the, which was very hilarious, especially the one where an ape became F****** motions ?! Lol.

After that, K brought down her dog NIKI which was really cute, white with brown spot (jack russel). Close to eleven years old and yet very active. Made us run alot, tried to eat alot of junk on the floor. well-trained, poops and pees in bushes and afraid of heights. Any offers? Starting price, 1 00 000 000 US dollars.

Yup, after that was the clean-up. Of yeah, and we saw a witch (or was it Sha---) sitting next to the pool, staring at nothing, stroking a black cat in her laps-and it was quite late.

Some of us went for a late night movie which I didn't go so can't really describe.

Alot of other things happened but I can't put it all into words. The memories are precious, the experience priceless.

The joy, the smiles are etched in stone,
while the sorrows are washed away in the water.

The smells and tastes would forever linger,
while the tears and heartache would dissapear.

303, I love you.

Change

2008-10-18T20:47:00.005+07:00

If such a thing exists

Like a spark of flame,
like a blossom of colour,
The idea the same,
never changing..never changing...

The same pink shirt,
with the creamy white pants,
like a pile of turd,
never changing...never changing...

To wait for the jump,
of an eccentric idea,
the jolt of the lump,
of a half finished notion.

Stuck in the mire,
sucked deep under,
burning in fire,
ceasing to exist.

I cannot hold on,
to the half-finished thought,
the gist of the ton,
of the never-ending stream of crap.

Always smiling,
never frowning,
never leaving,
never changing...never changing...

Never moving away from the norm,
never straying away from the path,
never looking away from the picture,
never changing...never changing...

.Gasper.

Dinner

2008-10-18T20:29:00.002+07:00

Is it just puberty or am I a glutton?!

I ate one whole plate of roasted duck noodles (yummy!)-not suitable for girls as it is VERY VERY fatty, not that I mind as I really have to put on that extra sumo factor. It was at a coffeeshop near school by the way-not that THAT helps (but I'm bad in directions, you can't blame me!). Then, I ate a whole plate of sirlion steak which had a large portion, again not recommended for females who want to keep their physique. The thing is, I didn't even feel full after that! Its called high metabolism for anyone who's interested. That's how people get to eat alot without getting fat although the paunch will start to show in the later years, yeeuch!

Anyway, eat more NOW and enjoy life. Just make sure you exercise!

Oh my gosh..So busy...So busy...

Going for swimming practice for next week's swimming test!

LOL (no link)

Debate Competition

2008-10-18T20:18:00.003+07:00

Today, 18 October, was the MGS debate invitational(Methodist Girl's School's debate Invitational).
The debate team sent its very accomplished junior team to it and we lost the first round to ACS independant-they were like umm..me when singing high pitch (Cun insult lar, later get sued-but you get the idea). Anyway, we won the second round which was impromtu-which means the teams get a motion on the spot and an hour to come out with their whole case-against St. Joseph international (They all like ang moh gang). Anyway, even though we didn't break into the finals round, I would like to congratulate the team for all their effort and good job done. WELL DONE!!

BUUUUUT..Our one and only female speaker managed to clinch the FOURTH BEST SPEAKER IN THE WHOLE DEBATE COMPETITION, and also the best floor debate speaker as a sidedish-like, "might as well just get another certificate for the sake of it!"..Anyway, Congrats to that speaker!!!!! GREAT JOB!!---She is also going to tech me how to install a chat box..

Anyway, once again, cheers to another fulfilling debate competition in XMS!!

WELL DONE!

Macdonald's

2008-10-17T19:53:00.001+07:00

Today, 17 October, there was a meeting. There are supposed to be 6 people in the group but guess what? Only four turned up. we were supposed to go to a gir's house to discuss, but alas, there were 3 guys and only one girl. Imagine what YOUR mum would say if 3 guys and one girl came over to your house. ?gangrape? But we are decent!! I mean, we are living in an OPEN society, there's no need for that much veiling anymore right? right. So anyway, we decided on going to Hougang Mall Macdonald's to discuss in the end cause my sister (yes I've got a sister) was in HER exam period *not mensuration, too young*-too bad. When we reached there, predictably like how almost ALL meetings go (besides those nerdy ones), we spent half an hour actually discussing, one hour eating and talking, and 2 and a half hour playing cards (not pokemon cards By the way). It was relatively exciting, seeing as our school has already rolled down casino red carpets to herald the IR with gambling dens sprouting up all around-but I shan't say where in case someone in authority reads this (If you are reading this, you may want to check the toilets, it does wonders for the complexion). So, after two guys left, only me and a girl was left-like a date like that only that it was a smelly one.

We were playing draw-bridge when suddenly, a rotting stench diffused (Biology) into my nostrils. It was suffocating. I wanted to puke (Which remended me of a song by Eminem-puke). Yes, you guessed correctly if you have smelled it before. It was the hellish stench of rotting DOUBLE CHEESE BURGERS!! AHHHHHH!! We were sitting right next to the BIN. I would gladly swop my school jacket to get out of there (Although I would gladly swop the jacket for virtually anything including a roll of toilet paper-ANY TAKERS??). So morale of the story, don't sit next to the Bin at the time when all the Macdonald Breakfast is stewing in the Bin. Anyway, we gladly changed places after awhile. Heey, she was a girl after all, I had to make sure she did not faint right? Anyway, I seriously do think that the Bin contained laughing gas cause the both of us laughed uncontrollably everytime someone threw something into the bin. It did not help as we had to inhale more when we laughed. UGGH. Anyway, I think the waiter got a little fed-up as he though we were laughing at him-cause he was in charge of dumping. therefore, KUDOS to all garbage cleaner out there. For your sake, I hope you are tone, I mean smell, deaf?

Lol. Anyway, girls are really great at choosing presents. She helped me to choose two presents at Mini toons after we left the DOUBLE CHEESE BURGER STENCH!! So Thanks to that girl!!

So, calling all valiant souls out there, BOYCOTT DOUBLE CHEESE BURGERS!! SAVE THE WORLD-and me.

.UGGH.

Cold Jokes

2008-10-17T19:45:00.000+07:00

Cold Jokes. They make you wanna bash the person who says it.

“Waiter! This coffee tastes like mud.”
“Yes sir, it’s fresh ground.”

What’s brown and sticky?
A stick.

What did the apple say to the orange?
Nothing stupid, apples don’t talk.

What do you do with a dog that has no legs?
Take him out for a drag.

What did Batman say to Robin before they got in the car?
Robin, get in the car.

What’s brown and sounds like a bell?
Dung.

What do you call a guy who never farts in public?
A private tutor.

What was the centerpiece of the annual Anorexia and Bulimnia sufferers convention?
A cake jumping out of a girl.

Why don’t anteaters get sick?
Because they’re full of anty-bodies.

There you go. Laugh if you can. Just don't punch me if its Really lame like I said it is.

Prince

2008-10-17T18:50:00.000+07:00

He was put down. Euthanasia.

The poison crept into him on Saturday, 11 October 2008, very soon after the exams.

At first, he was just lethargic, than he lost his appetite, followed by losing control of his hind legs. He trembled when he was brought to the doctor, he could barely get up onto the car. he looked weak. He was my best friend and always accompanied me, greeting me when I reached home. But he couldn't walk on monday, 13 October. An ambulance was called him to take him in. He had a fever of around 42 degrees and was put into a cold shower. He became BLIND. He could not see and had no reaction whatsoever when a white cotton wool was passed in front of his eyes. There was no response when he was called. then came the seizure. He had a spasm and it wasan awful sight. I cried.

The doctor said that he had a very slim chance of surviving. Alas, she was right. the poison had attacked his nerves, making him lose control of his own body. When we left him though, he still gave a valiant attempt to follow, but fell back down, with his hind legs at an oblique angle. I felt helpless, I wanted to help him, yet I couldn't. he was attached to a drip. It was a very depressing sight.

Then came 14 October 2008. He suffered from 3 seizures in a day. That was when we knew we had to save him from his pain. He was put down. He was cremated with others. I loved him. He was my dog, Prince.

I will forever miss him, his curious nature, his excitement for food, his love for taking walks.

No one will ever forget Prince.
I dedicate this blog to him.
.PLEASE SHUT UP.