the end of a tiring day...so glad it has come..
27th Feb, 2005, 1935hrs Jurong Point
caught the new jack neo vehicle. a lomantic comedy about a loser and a picky single woman. pretty funny movie with adrian pang being such a real comic. dat kan tang can even sing a farking hokkien song! hahah... i didn't come to watch this show with great expectations cos the last one about gambling was really quite boring overall. really glad i did. mr neo somehow manages to pick up the bits and pieces u see in the newspaper forums and kopitiam talk and translates them into movies. i particularly liked the one about the irritating electronic answering machines those big companies like to use for their customer service hotlines. the one where u have to press 1 for english. hahah..i think singaporeans can be really proud of him. the other singaporean directors like eric khoo are too arty farty for their own good. the famous Ali G saying comes into my mind.."keep it weal (real)!"
27th feb, 2005 2210hrs Carling Cup final Liverpool Vs Chelsea
went to Boo's place for soccermania. hoping that chelsea lose three in a row. but i went too early so followed boo for a smoke and drink at the void deck. he just quitted and is damn free now. think he might be gg for a kid's camp next week with frerin. anyway, i think he seems happier without that job at aviva. xj just told me recently about a report which found that the reason pple leave a cushy job, not because the company sucks, but because the immediate supervisor is a hairy arse. her ex-colleague sent that report to the MD of her previous job "accidentally" and the MD actually replied asking if that was the reason why she left. muahahahah....power siah..leave the company liao still can create such a hooha.
anyway, boo, go for what u think u will do best in. like wat u observed, i think all of us from s16 bball team will prob end up civil servants leeching from the chenghu. cool man.
27th Feb, 2005 1101hrs Carling Cup Final
liverpool is 1-0 up in 43 seconds! muahahaha....damn shiok feeling. but also feeling apprehensive cus they always choke bigtime.
28th Feb, 2005 0035hrs Carling Cup Final
bloody ji by...a farking own goal by the captain of all pple. my prophetic words are coming back to haunt me. by this time, benny had arrived and finished up all the potato chips. farker.
28th Feb, 2005 0130hrs Carling Cup Final
nananananananabeh...liverpool really farking choke bigtime. i think it's time to sell steven gerrard and get a new team from the money they get from selling him off. by this time, frerin had arrived and we all adjourned to the void deck for some fresh air. well...only me, the rest had polluted air.
frerin talked abt the kid's camp he did the week b4. hahaha...he's farking good at lying man. lied abt some ghost stories to shut the kids up at the end of their night walk. he's so good that one of the kids even cried. muahhaha....
boo is laughing all the way hearing the stories. i think he will really scare the kids if he really goes for the camp next week. i dun think the kids would want Shrek for their group instructor. hahahah...
but seriously, i thought frerin is really good with kids. he actually bothers to trick, pacify, cajole, influence them with any thing he can think of. i think he'll make a great PE teacher someday.
as for Boo, Shrek belongs to the woods in Tekong. dressed in green. kekeke...
Monday, February 28, 2005
Friday, February 25, 2005
a frustrating adventure
finally handed up my dissertation. but i have no feelings of exuberation or anything watsoever. wat an anticlimax. but i guess all the excitement peaked a long time ago when i was already 80% completed.
a frustrating morning of navigating the AYE today. so bloody jam-packed and drivers are at their most obnoxious when there's a jam. they refuse to stick to their lanes. sudden changing of lanes. swerving without signalling. i was feeling so damn pissed with them today that i kept staring down at them when i finally do go pass them.
my dear felt worried and scared for me when that happens. cos we've seen an accident happen right in front of us when he stared backwards towards a taxi driver who has dangerously cut into his lane. in that split second, a curve came up and and the fella just fell at the bend. luckily the fella managed to get up and seemed all right. but really, a needless accident.
i was at fault today. sorry dear. i just felt so frustrated that i wanted to point my finger at the next fella who cut into my lane. so happened a volvo driven by an pek came round dangerously and proceeded to make me so angry that i had a headache. the ride back to school was torturous cos of the splitting headache. remember the sad fark i ranted about not too long ago? the fucker in the volvo looked just like him. driving without a care in the world, not caring about other road users. god, i so wanna kick their farking cars. singapore has too many cars already, and sad farks make it worse.
surprisingly, clementi rd was so clear today. it's usually jampacked along the ngee ann poly to NUS that i braced myself for another road idiot. i think someone up there realised my frustration and decided to clear clementi road for me. b4 that, i was cursing and swearing to vent my anger, and more importantly, ride safely. i think my anger got to me today. so sorry dear.
but i think my middle finger will come up sooner rather than later. stay tuned....
a frustrating morning of navigating the AYE today. so bloody jam-packed and drivers are at their most obnoxious when there's a jam. they refuse to stick to their lanes. sudden changing of lanes. swerving without signalling. i was feeling so damn pissed with them today that i kept staring down at them when i finally do go pass them.
my dear felt worried and scared for me when that happens. cos we've seen an accident happen right in front of us when he stared backwards towards a taxi driver who has dangerously cut into his lane. in that split second, a curve came up and and the fella just fell at the bend. luckily the fella managed to get up and seemed all right. but really, a needless accident.
i was at fault today. sorry dear. i just felt so frustrated that i wanted to point my finger at the next fella who cut into my lane. so happened a volvo driven by an pek came round dangerously and proceeded to make me so angry that i had a headache. the ride back to school was torturous cos of the splitting headache. remember the sad fark i ranted about not too long ago? the fucker in the volvo looked just like him. driving without a care in the world, not caring about other road users. god, i so wanna kick their farking cars. singapore has too many cars already, and sad farks make it worse.
surprisingly, clementi rd was so clear today. it's usually jampacked along the ngee ann poly to NUS that i braced myself for another road idiot. i think someone up there realised my frustration and decided to clear clementi road for me. b4 that, i was cursing and swearing to vent my anger, and more importantly, ride safely. i think my anger got to me today. so sorry dear.
but i think my middle finger will come up sooner rather than later. stay tuned....
my integrated project sucks
has been a nuah but pretty fulfilling mid week.
had a dim sum lunch cum karaoke session with uni mates. knowing liverpool got one leg into the champions league quarter finals. (yeah!!!)watched barcelona beat the useless chelsea. watched lots of animal planet. taking the dissertation to the final stage. and finally hearing that a research paper that i had written about a year ago had been accepted for publishing rounds off a satisfied week.
i had never thought a dickhead like me would end up doing research and publishing papers in research journals. hahaha..it had to do with laziness. i wasn't particularly looking forward to my industrial attachment cos the pay basically sucks and i have to do all the fark work. so kel, derrick and me ended up doing some research work for our eventual supervisor for our dissertation.
i thought the job was a simple one of looking for references and slacking in the library. then she briefed us, and i was actually pretty enthu about doing some research. sound seh la when pple ask me wat i doing for IA.
A: yo, wat u doing for ur IA?
me: research leh...
A: wah! u must be good man. usually pple with good results do research at school.
me: ya. i know. *smirk* (i actually get B's andC's most of the time, but doesnt hurt to feel seh leh..kekek)
sound seh but the work also damn farking seh. end up each of us have to write a research paper each. just like a dissertation. wah kao...she say good training for dissertation, blah blah blah..we can only helplessly agree.
but still, in the end, me and kel usually end up playing those free games in the internet like 2flashgames.com or miniclips.com. yeah..those mindless games that gets u hooked for hours. another unforgettable one is the yahoo pool game. usually play with those bored americans after their wanking session or kel. it does seem like we earn the money playing computer games for most of the time. when deadlines come, we panick and i usually end up saying lame excuses or just smoke my way thru.
so, pretty cool that those buggers in HK are so choked with my smoke that they accepted the paper. just feel good that my resume got something at last, besides saying i play basketball in sec sch and JC. hahaha...
but come to think about it, wat the hell do firemen need to do research on? ah well, at least i earn 500 bucks a month for playing computer games for two months.
had a dim sum lunch cum karaoke session with uni mates. knowing liverpool got one leg into the champions league quarter finals. (yeah!!!)watched barcelona beat the useless chelsea. watched lots of animal planet. taking the dissertation to the final stage. and finally hearing that a research paper that i had written about a year ago had been accepted for publishing rounds off a satisfied week.
i had never thought a dickhead like me would end up doing research and publishing papers in research journals. hahaha..it had to do with laziness. i wasn't particularly looking forward to my industrial attachment cos the pay basically sucks and i have to do all the fark work. so kel, derrick and me ended up doing some research work for our eventual supervisor for our dissertation.
i thought the job was a simple one of looking for references and slacking in the library. then she briefed us, and i was actually pretty enthu about doing some research. sound seh la when pple ask me wat i doing for IA.
A: yo, wat u doing for ur IA?
me: research leh...
A: wah! u must be good man. usually pple with good results do research at school.
me: ya. i know. *smirk* (i actually get B's andC's most of the time, but doesnt hurt to feel seh leh..kekek)
sound seh but the work also damn farking seh. end up each of us have to write a research paper each. just like a dissertation. wah kao...she say good training for dissertation, blah blah blah..we can only helplessly agree.
but still, in the end, me and kel usually end up playing those free games in the internet like 2flashgames.com or miniclips.com. yeah..those mindless games that gets u hooked for hours. another unforgettable one is the yahoo pool game. usually play with those bored americans after their wanking session or kel. it does seem like we earn the money playing computer games for most of the time. when deadlines come, we panick and i usually end up saying lame excuses or just smoke my way thru.
so, pretty cool that those buggers in HK are so choked with my smoke that they accepted the paper. just feel good that my resume got something at last, besides saying i play basketball in sec sch and JC. hahaha...
but come to think about it, wat the hell do firemen need to do research on? ah well, at least i earn 500 bucks a month for playing computer games for two months.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
the housewife of singa-the-pore
im feeling bored again so here i am to escape into the elven realm.
later, im supposed to meet kelvin, derrick, chinhua, lulu, meixing, esther, xinxin, meiyee and yeli (collectively called my uni frens) for a lunch buffet cum karaoke session. im in school right now cuz i just sent my dear to work and have time to spare. turns out kelvin, lulu, chinhua and xinxin are in school too.. sian..holiday also come back to do stupid dissertations.
anyway, the past few days were pretty relaxing for me cos i dun really give a damn to my dissertation. seems i was really lucky cos everyone else seemed to be called up by our supervisor (Dr Teo Ailin, hahah...frerin: ur gf got potential to be a doc leh) except me. i rather feel neglected..keke. so i went round websites looking for job opportunities for myself. went to the usual suspects: contractors, stats boards..blah blah.. the search was futile.
i remember checking out the recruit section last week. was a bumper issue as it has lots of ads for scholarships and stuff...the career bullshit u see at the beginning of every year. out of the almost hundred pages of jobs, only 2 farking ads were for quantity surveyors. and the pay sucks, if the seniors in my school are to be believed. imagine being in the same job for ten years, and having the same pay without much promotion opportunities. totally incomprehensible. and i thought my faculty was small enuff already.
so i turned my attention to the uniformed groups : the HOme team...hahah..wat a screwed up name. the ministry of home affairs, in a desperate or sall i say "hip" attempt to highlight their importance, decided to call themselves the Home Team. so i guess they are trying to say they are the housewife of singapore la.
the prisons department, civil defence, central narcotics, cisco, the police force and some other funny departments form the home team. despite a crappy name, they do give u a hell lot of money to be the housewife of singapore. a customs officer fren of my gf's is drawing more than 3K for sleeping on the job, during shift work. they pay about 2.8k for u to save cats from trees and spray water in the bushes in the civil defence force and i think about 2.5K to round up illegal prostitutes in Geylang. these rates are for a grad with some crappy honours, with no future in his own farking industry.
and so, this got me thinking. shd i just go and join the "home team" and draw the great sounding salary and leech from the government? well, it might be true that the prospects for career advancement might be a little unclear, but hell, the benefits and salary are the main drawing points man.
now, i used to be have some ambition when i was young. i thought being a zookeeper was cool cos i love animals then and now. Also, my ambition needs to be satisfied. if i go and join the prisons department or the immigration department, the career opportunities do look dubious. and i do look for job satisfaction. no point doing something u wun feel high. so i thought being a fireman was cool. prospects are good. being able to command a platoon of fire specialists also satisfies my desire for control. haha..i can imagine myself rushing into a burning house and saving a little kid or something and become a hero. but i can also imagine myself being sacrificed. those firemen in sept 11, rushing INTO the twin towers to save people, are a grim reminder.
but really, i rather die doing something i like than dying a corporate yesman. just like riding.
later, im supposed to meet kelvin, derrick, chinhua, lulu, meixing, esther, xinxin, meiyee and yeli (collectively called my uni frens) for a lunch buffet cum karaoke session. im in school right now cuz i just sent my dear to work and have time to spare. turns out kelvin, lulu, chinhua and xinxin are in school too.. sian..holiday also come back to do stupid dissertations.
anyway, the past few days were pretty relaxing for me cos i dun really give a damn to my dissertation. seems i was really lucky cos everyone else seemed to be called up by our supervisor (Dr Teo Ailin, hahah...frerin: ur gf got potential to be a doc leh) except me. i rather feel neglected..keke. so i went round websites looking for job opportunities for myself. went to the usual suspects: contractors, stats boards..blah blah.. the search was futile.
i remember checking out the recruit section last week. was a bumper issue as it has lots of ads for scholarships and stuff...the career bullshit u see at the beginning of every year. out of the almost hundred pages of jobs, only 2 farking ads were for quantity surveyors. and the pay sucks, if the seniors in my school are to be believed. imagine being in the same job for ten years, and having the same pay without much promotion opportunities. totally incomprehensible. and i thought my faculty was small enuff already.
so i turned my attention to the uniformed groups : the HOme team...hahah..wat a screwed up name. the ministry of home affairs, in a desperate or sall i say "hip" attempt to highlight their importance, decided to call themselves the Home Team. so i guess they are trying to say they are the housewife of singapore la.
the prisons department, civil defence, central narcotics, cisco, the police force and some other funny departments form the home team. despite a crappy name, they do give u a hell lot of money to be the housewife of singapore. a customs officer fren of my gf's is drawing more than 3K for sleeping on the job, during shift work. they pay about 2.8k for u to save cats from trees and spray water in the bushes in the civil defence force and i think about 2.5K to round up illegal prostitutes in Geylang. these rates are for a grad with some crappy honours, with no future in his own farking industry.
and so, this got me thinking. shd i just go and join the "home team" and draw the great sounding salary and leech from the government? well, it might be true that the prospects for career advancement might be a little unclear, but hell, the benefits and salary are the main drawing points man.
now, i used to be have some ambition when i was young. i thought being a zookeeper was cool cos i love animals then and now. Also, my ambition needs to be satisfied. if i go and join the prisons department or the immigration department, the career opportunities do look dubious. and i do look for job satisfaction. no point doing something u wun feel high. so i thought being a fireman was cool. prospects are good. being able to command a platoon of fire specialists also satisfies my desire for control. haha..i can imagine myself rushing into a burning house and saving a little kid or something and become a hero. but i can also imagine myself being sacrificed. those firemen in sept 11, rushing INTO the twin towers to save people, are a grim reminder.
but really, i rather die doing something i like than dying a corporate yesman. just like riding.
Monday, February 21, 2005
gay = happy
im so sleepy and bored that i need to write something.
i still have some final dissertation stuff to tie the knots on, so here i am...in school.
the past few days were pretty fun: watched constantine, almost sang karaoke, watched the chinGAY parade, went to Taman Perling for a seafood dinner and basically sleeping. i love my life.
but it's not wat is happening that is gripping me in fear. just last night, i saw an email on another idiotic way to "grade" us. the Integrated Project. arses to my faculty. many of u ask me:" hey kenny, what are u studying ah?" i answer:" building." then a stupid blank look on both our faces..before i proceed to explain what in the world i am actually studying. and seriously, i also dunno wat the hell im saying sometimes. i only know im supposed to go and calculate the costs of constructing a building. (yup, so when i tell u im studying building, it doesn't mean i go around looking at buildings.) the rest of the stuff we are learning are pretty much general stuff. anybody who reads the papers will have the same amount of knowledge as me. and i get a degree for that. with honours. snort snort.
i supposed many have read about frerin's ramblings on the education system in singapore. the gist: it sucks. for me: i dun really care now at this stage of my life. im only waiting to be released into the dog eat dog world of the working world. i wonder: what's so dog-eat-dog about the working world? it's more rat eat rat. ok. i dun know what the hell im talking about. so let's switch to another topic.
ever thought of how gayish our chinGAY parade is? people wearing gayishly colourful and body hugging suits, dancing along the road like some kind of goondu. talking about colours, i chatted a little with my brother on MSN this morning. he's studying music in the States and was telling me about the topics that musicians talk about in their free time. an example, i gathered, would go something like this:
vanwaquelle: what do u think of this note/ tone/ sound/ watever?
his friend: i feel a sense of hollowness in this tone/note/sound/watever, giving me a sense of liberation from the organic senses of this mundane world...
vanwaquelle: yes, the colours of this tone/ note/sound/watever should be a brown, warm, hollow yet enriching....
people get sent to the mental institution for talking in this way. but i guess artists, musicians, philosophers dun care. perhaps they feel a sensory pleasure by just listening to a note, looking at a scene, pondering over life and try to express themselves in ways people like me would not ever comprehend. haha..yeah right.
back to chinGAY, i was wondering how much the people's association spend every year to make new costumes and suits every year. i mean, they have to do the national day parade as well as other events i would probably not ever waste my time on. i started to think that they recycle their costumes. i really dun think that they buy new costumes every year. i will not donate to any charity anymore if they do that.
so each year, they stuff the smelly and sweaty costume in some dark and dank room in the PA's headquarters before they are needed again. then, the incoming fella would have to use 5 litres of Dynamo before the smell comes off. sad fella. dats for doing his bit for singapore tourism.
the only thing impressive in the GAY parade is the fireworks. in such a confined area, it's amazing how loud the stuff can be. and no, i wasn't hoping some fireworks fired into the crowd.
instead, i ws feeling gayishly gay.
i still have some final dissertation stuff to tie the knots on, so here i am...in school.
the past few days were pretty fun: watched constantine, almost sang karaoke, watched the chinGAY parade, went to Taman Perling for a seafood dinner and basically sleeping. i love my life.
but it's not wat is happening that is gripping me in fear. just last night, i saw an email on another idiotic way to "grade" us. the Integrated Project. arses to my faculty. many of u ask me:" hey kenny, what are u studying ah?" i answer:" building." then a stupid blank look on both our faces..before i proceed to explain what in the world i am actually studying. and seriously, i also dunno wat the hell im saying sometimes. i only know im supposed to go and calculate the costs of constructing a building. (yup, so when i tell u im studying building, it doesn't mean i go around looking at buildings.) the rest of the stuff we are learning are pretty much general stuff. anybody who reads the papers will have the same amount of knowledge as me. and i get a degree for that. with honours. snort snort.
i supposed many have read about frerin's ramblings on the education system in singapore. the gist: it sucks. for me: i dun really care now at this stage of my life. im only waiting to be released into the dog eat dog world of the working world. i wonder: what's so dog-eat-dog about the working world? it's more rat eat rat. ok. i dun know what the hell im talking about. so let's switch to another topic.
ever thought of how gayish our chinGAY parade is? people wearing gayishly colourful and body hugging suits, dancing along the road like some kind of goondu. talking about colours, i chatted a little with my brother on MSN this morning. he's studying music in the States and was telling me about the topics that musicians talk about in their free time. an example, i gathered, would go something like this:
vanwaquelle: what do u think of this note/ tone/ sound/ watever?
his friend: i feel a sense of hollowness in this tone/note/sound/watever, giving me a sense of liberation from the organic senses of this mundane world...
vanwaquelle: yes, the colours of this tone/ note/sound/watever should be a brown, warm, hollow yet enriching....
people get sent to the mental institution for talking in this way. but i guess artists, musicians, philosophers dun care. perhaps they feel a sensory pleasure by just listening to a note, looking at a scene, pondering over life and try to express themselves in ways people like me would not ever comprehend. haha..yeah right.
back to chinGAY, i was wondering how much the people's association spend every year to make new costumes and suits every year. i mean, they have to do the national day parade as well as other events i would probably not ever waste my time on. i started to think that they recycle their costumes. i really dun think that they buy new costumes every year. i will not donate to any charity anymore if they do that.
so each year, they stuff the smelly and sweaty costume in some dark and dank room in the PA's headquarters before they are needed again. then, the incoming fella would have to use 5 litres of Dynamo before the smell comes off. sad fella. dats for doing his bit for singapore tourism.
the only thing impressive in the GAY parade is the fireworks. in such a confined area, it's amazing how loud the stuff can be. and no, i wasn't hoping some fireworks fired into the crowd.
instead, i ws feeling gayishly gay.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
five fingers
wat a day.
the most happening things to occur to me has to be when im teaching kaifeng, the monkey. this fella never ceases to amaze me with his boldness, frankness and lying, conniving ways. this is someone who can tell a lie and get away with it. but i always enjoy teaching him. because he always laughs. he laughs when i teach him about approximation. he also laughs when i tell him to shut up. and his laugh is so damn infectious that i start laughing too.
the only other person who was able to do that was a JC and uni friend, ms yap bee hua. she is one hell of a joker. i mean, in her final year thesis, she actually acknowledged guan yin mah and dua beh kong for looking after her when she was doing her dissertation!! boo was also in her acknowledgment, hmmm... i wonder why....
she used to laugh so damn freaking loud in class that we were a little embarassed at first. and she laughs for no apparent reason. she might take a look at at certain ms yeo, our JC maths teacher, and start rolling on the floor. but it's a bad example, anyone who looks at ms yeo would die laughing.
anyway, back to kaifeng. i was flipping through his maths assessment book when he thoroughly shocked me when he burst out saying:" wah! maths got learn masturbation ah!!"
me: huh?? say that again!
KF: there!! (flipping through his assessment book) i thought i saw masturbation.
me: huh?? u say what?
KF: masturbation.
me: u know what is masturbation?!
KF: i know. i checked the dictionary. something about sex one..dunno what...hehehehe. (gives a grinning look)
now, this guy is only in sec one. correct me if im wrong, but i have never heard pple say this word except in hushed tones. and this bugger say it with so much innocence.
eager to know what he found out, i asked him again what masturbation is...and then the mother walks in...silence.....
chirpy auntie then gave me an angbao and talked about KF's physical checkup today. seems that KF was so irked by the doc that he said:" doc, u very "bian tai"." apparently, the doc had pinched his peenus to check his growth. okok...some background: KF is a short and small fart. too short and small for his age. i mean, he looks like he's 7 years old instead of 12. and is still damn scrawny. back to the peenus grabbing event, KF proceeded to pinch his five fingers together to show how the doc had "squeezed" his peenus.
KF also explained that the previous female doc only looked at it while this male doc stooped down and squeezed a few times. thus being branded "bian tai" by this monkey. i chided him for being rude but i was laughing deep down. hahah...wat a lost form way for a doc to be scolded by a kid.
after the mum went out, i proceeded to laugh at his apparently small dick, personified by the five finger squeeze. that farker laughed so hard he was rolling on the floor.
how's that for innocence?
the most happening things to occur to me has to be when im teaching kaifeng, the monkey. this fella never ceases to amaze me with his boldness, frankness and lying, conniving ways. this is someone who can tell a lie and get away with it. but i always enjoy teaching him. because he always laughs. he laughs when i teach him about approximation. he also laughs when i tell him to shut up. and his laugh is so damn infectious that i start laughing too.
the only other person who was able to do that was a JC and uni friend, ms yap bee hua. she is one hell of a joker. i mean, in her final year thesis, she actually acknowledged guan yin mah and dua beh kong for looking after her when she was doing her dissertation!! boo was also in her acknowledgment, hmmm... i wonder why....
she used to laugh so damn freaking loud in class that we were a little embarassed at first. and she laughs for no apparent reason. she might take a look at at certain ms yeo, our JC maths teacher, and start rolling on the floor. but it's a bad example, anyone who looks at ms yeo would die laughing.
anyway, back to kaifeng. i was flipping through his maths assessment book when he thoroughly shocked me when he burst out saying:" wah! maths got learn masturbation ah!!"
me: huh?? say that again!
KF: there!! (flipping through his assessment book) i thought i saw masturbation.
me: huh?? u say what?
KF: masturbation.
me: u know what is masturbation?!
KF: i know. i checked the dictionary. something about sex one..dunno what...hehehehe. (gives a grinning look)
now, this guy is only in sec one. correct me if im wrong, but i have never heard pple say this word except in hushed tones. and this bugger say it with so much innocence.
eager to know what he found out, i asked him again what masturbation is...and then the mother walks in...silence.....
chirpy auntie then gave me an angbao and talked about KF's physical checkup today. seems that KF was so irked by the doc that he said:" doc, u very "bian tai"." apparently, the doc had pinched his peenus to check his growth. okok...some background: KF is a short and small fart. too short and small for his age. i mean, he looks like he's 7 years old instead of 12. and is still damn scrawny. back to the peenus grabbing event, KF proceeded to pinch his five fingers together to show how the doc had "squeezed" his peenus.
KF also explained that the previous female doc only looked at it while this male doc stooped down and squeezed a few times. thus being branded "bian tai" by this monkey. i chided him for being rude but i was laughing deep down. hahah...wat a lost form way for a doc to be scolded by a kid.
after the mum went out, i proceeded to laugh at his apparently small dick, personified by the five finger squeeze. that farker laughed so hard he was rolling on the floor.
how's that for innocence?
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
sad fark
alright...i officially declare that my chinese new year hangover is seriously over.
having no intention to blog yesterday, i still went ahead to please my younger brother eager for updates. so what u got was dreamy eyed me smashing my farking head to actually think. it does seem a long time since i used my brains.
but today, i wanna address an irritating issue regarding ignorant uncles and motorcycling. two mornings ago, i was waiting outside a bike shop wanting to collect a helmet that i bought a week ago. i was damn freaking early so i went to the shop in front of ah boy ( a motordiam) to eat before lingering around the area.
jalan besar is an interesting mixure of the old and the new. old shophouses lined the street while nigth vultures and whores come out of their their dank, dark corners to see fill their hungry stomachs. just so happened i sat below a building where a couple of uncles joined me.
Uncle A seems to be the towkay of some generator company and is waiting for something. he has two leg boys with him, uncle B who looks like ur everyday ah pek wearing gold necklaces and rings and smoking like he's andy lau or something while uncle C is a soft spoken guy who drives them ard as well as help out.
Uncle B seems to be some smart aleck spewing things like where is the best place to buy toto and avoid the queues, given that it's 10 million buckaroos on thursday. and the way he says these things is like he's some kind of lao jiao, full of experience and such. but to me, he is more of a lan jiao. sensing his haolianness, i disliked him immediately. i hate pple who talk as though they are forever right and never considered for others.
the one that took the cake was when he ambled over to a showroom showing leathers and jackets for motorcycle racing. still puffing at his obnoxious cigarette, he came scampering back like a dog to his towkay and told his boss that the motorcycle leather jackets alone costs 800 bucks. he mentioned that he knew it cos he talked to a guy who actually bought the thing for his track use.
what pissed me off was that he was saying what an idiot that guy was to buy such an expensive thing. it was fine by me then cuz 800 bucks for a jacket is the higher end leathers that those GP racers usually wear. normally tourers and riders probably wear a cordura or synthetic material jacket which costs about 300 to 400 bucks. mine was bought at a discount of 299. anyway, uncle B was putting on a "siao chang" face when speaking on motorcycling.
uncle B: "the guy said safety first dats why buy such an expensive jacket. i think bullshit. if want safety, might as well drive a car."
now, i have no qualms about driving a car or any other vehicle. but this farker is obviously missing a point and slamming a person he probably spoke nicely to. Would u spend 1888 on a farking fish with an deformed head hoping that numbers would miraclously appear on its body? Would u wanna go spend every single spare time u have and queue up at 4D and toto kiosks in the hope of gaining millions?
what pathetic sadness. the whole of singapore seems to evolve around money. jack neo's movie on gambling can make it so big because everyone sees a bit of themselves in the movie. the sad farkers queuing up in anticipation of gaining big money. money, it seems, has taken over LIFE in singapore.
no one goes for things that they like to do best. well, the only things they can do is sit around, drink beer and buy toto. of course, im missing a huge demographic of pple who just enjoy their fishing, trekking, backpacking, and basically seeing the world. meeting different people. seeing other ways of life. but we have become so entrenched in OUR life that the rest of the world is meaningless.
i guess it's understandable in singapore where the rat race makes everyone a rat, myself included. i worry about employment, money, my future... but my whole life doesnt just evolve around money, unlike sad farker B.
im a motorcyclist and taking the risks to ride one is already a big hurdle for me. i do not want my parents to worry but deep down, i know they still do. the sad fact is : it only needs to take another sad farker to bring me down.
there are many reasons why i ride: cheap transport, avoidance of public transport (these two are my original reasons), sense of freedom, meeting new pple, enjoying new scenery and escaping the rat race. i know a car can probably bring me these benefits as well, but let's face it, i need to strike toto before i can afford one. dats life in singapore.
over time, motorcycling becomes a feeling. i just love the wind in my face and basically just facing the elements alongside my bike. it is therapeutic to just ride down from school to home after a day's work, something i cannot achieve when in a car. in fact, i tend to think of cars as a metal death traps. the environment becomes detached and the internals of the car becomes the nails in ur coffin. well known marqee cars are known for placing safety above other factors when constructing their cars. however, drive a kia or hyundai or even those jap cars, they will crush u to death. leaving u to bleed and refusing to allow u to go to the hospital. and how many of u can afford volvos and BMWs?
safety first is an attitude, mr sad farker B. the clothes and protection that a motorcyclist wears is a responsibility. the way he rides and manuevers are more important than the type of vehicle he rides in. if the traffic police do not enforce the safety belt rule, i bet sad farker B would have a higher chance of dying in a car than on a motobike.
if u were given a choice, would u spend 800 dollars rather than a 2000 hospital bill for abrasions and cuts? we all take risks. we ride because we love riding. the only way to differentiate the smart from the idiotic is the way we handle the risks.
i hope sad farker B dun go around in his car and hit somebody. then, it would not be the motorcyclist who is bullshit, but the farker who hit the biker.
having no intention to blog yesterday, i still went ahead to please my younger brother eager for updates. so what u got was dreamy eyed me smashing my farking head to actually think. it does seem a long time since i used my brains.
but today, i wanna address an irritating issue regarding ignorant uncles and motorcycling. two mornings ago, i was waiting outside a bike shop wanting to collect a helmet that i bought a week ago. i was damn freaking early so i went to the shop in front of ah boy ( a motordiam) to eat before lingering around the area.
jalan besar is an interesting mixure of the old and the new. old shophouses lined the street while nigth vultures and whores come out of their their dank, dark corners to see fill their hungry stomachs. just so happened i sat below a building where a couple of uncles joined me.
Uncle A seems to be the towkay of some generator company and is waiting for something. he has two leg boys with him, uncle B who looks like ur everyday ah pek wearing gold necklaces and rings and smoking like he's andy lau or something while uncle C is a soft spoken guy who drives them ard as well as help out.
Uncle B seems to be some smart aleck spewing things like where is the best place to buy toto and avoid the queues, given that it's 10 million buckaroos on thursday. and the way he says these things is like he's some kind of lao jiao, full of experience and such. but to me, he is more of a lan jiao. sensing his haolianness, i disliked him immediately. i hate pple who talk as though they are forever right and never considered for others.
the one that took the cake was when he ambled over to a showroom showing leathers and jackets for motorcycle racing. still puffing at his obnoxious cigarette, he came scampering back like a dog to his towkay and told his boss that the motorcycle leather jackets alone costs 800 bucks. he mentioned that he knew it cos he talked to a guy who actually bought the thing for his track use.
what pissed me off was that he was saying what an idiot that guy was to buy such an expensive thing. it was fine by me then cuz 800 bucks for a jacket is the higher end leathers that those GP racers usually wear. normally tourers and riders probably wear a cordura or synthetic material jacket which costs about 300 to 400 bucks. mine was bought at a discount of 299. anyway, uncle B was putting on a "siao chang" face when speaking on motorcycling.
uncle B: "the guy said safety first dats why buy such an expensive jacket. i think bullshit. if want safety, might as well drive a car."
now, i have no qualms about driving a car or any other vehicle. but this farker is obviously missing a point and slamming a person he probably spoke nicely to. Would u spend 1888 on a farking fish with an deformed head hoping that numbers would miraclously appear on its body? Would u wanna go spend every single spare time u have and queue up at 4D and toto kiosks in the hope of gaining millions?
what pathetic sadness. the whole of singapore seems to evolve around money. jack neo's movie on gambling can make it so big because everyone sees a bit of themselves in the movie. the sad farkers queuing up in anticipation of gaining big money. money, it seems, has taken over LIFE in singapore.
no one goes for things that they like to do best. well, the only things they can do is sit around, drink beer and buy toto. of course, im missing a huge demographic of pple who just enjoy their fishing, trekking, backpacking, and basically seeing the world. meeting different people. seeing other ways of life. but we have become so entrenched in OUR life that the rest of the world is meaningless.
i guess it's understandable in singapore where the rat race makes everyone a rat, myself included. i worry about employment, money, my future... but my whole life doesnt just evolve around money, unlike sad farker B.
im a motorcyclist and taking the risks to ride one is already a big hurdle for me. i do not want my parents to worry but deep down, i know they still do. the sad fact is : it only needs to take another sad farker to bring me down.
there are many reasons why i ride: cheap transport, avoidance of public transport (these two are my original reasons), sense of freedom, meeting new pple, enjoying new scenery and escaping the rat race. i know a car can probably bring me these benefits as well, but let's face it, i need to strike toto before i can afford one. dats life in singapore.
over time, motorcycling becomes a feeling. i just love the wind in my face and basically just facing the elements alongside my bike. it is therapeutic to just ride down from school to home after a day's work, something i cannot achieve when in a car. in fact, i tend to think of cars as a metal death traps. the environment becomes detached and the internals of the car becomes the nails in ur coffin. well known marqee cars are known for placing safety above other factors when constructing their cars. however, drive a kia or hyundai or even those jap cars, they will crush u to death. leaving u to bleed and refusing to allow u to go to the hospital. and how many of u can afford volvos and BMWs?
safety first is an attitude, mr sad farker B. the clothes and protection that a motorcyclist wears is a responsibility. the way he rides and manuevers are more important than the type of vehicle he rides in. if the traffic police do not enforce the safety belt rule, i bet sad farker B would have a higher chance of dying in a car than on a motobike.
if u were given a choice, would u spend 800 dollars rather than a 2000 hospital bill for abrasions and cuts? we all take risks. we ride because we love riding. the only way to differentiate the smart from the idiotic is the way we handle the risks.
i hope sad farker B dun go around in his car and hit somebody. then, it would not be the motorcyclist who is bullshit, but the farker who hit the biker.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
desaru
alright!! the post about the camping trip...
me and xj went to giant at imm at ard 11am and we were already busy looking and getting the food and seasonings. the last time we had a bbq, we had this great pack of marshmellows which tasted so good after much heat. we were determined to find that. but i think they dun bring that in anymore and we wasted half an hour looking for it. shacked out but still enthusisatic, we headed for Jurong Point to get the marsh mellows, cos xj remembered that the liberty supermarket used to have them. also, we wanted planta's margarine and some wine before heading back to marinate the stuff.
but i guessed a lot of pple had marshmellows for their reunion dinner cos everywhere was sold out! hmmm..i wonder if it tastes good steamboated.
when we headed back home, we were already quite tired and shacked out, but went ahead with the marinating. i always loved marinating. getting to massage the chicken wings and fillets in aromatic sauces is strangely therapeutic. a weird form of aromatherapyi guess. hahaha...
by the time all the stuff were done, it was already 3 plus. we took out the stuff we needed and packed it..and headed for a little snooze.
430, back at my place and ready to move off to west coast!! yh and me had a plan to tell boo that we had a fight at the supermarket and yh was feeling down as i headed off to "desaru" without him. kind of like a far-fetched story but hey! i can't think of a more serious one liao.
when me and xj reached the place, we were very disappointed to see the seaview blocked out. we camped here in dec and had a great view and bbq dat day. we finally decided against going into the blocked out area to pitch the tents as we were afraid that park rangers might chase us away. esp if we are in the middle of our bbq.
choosing a nice and empty plot, we set up the tent and bbq. yh came and helped out while tzelin also came down. after a while, they went back to ntu to get boo and tzelin's tent. me and xj took the opportunity to whack the food first. hhaha...shiok siah. esp the prawns which were fresh and crunchy. tzelin then rode his bike in and set it beside the tent. not wanting to lose such a good photo opportunity, i went out and took mine in as well..
as day fell, lights went up and soon bigbang came along. hahahh...welcome to desaru.
being boo, he immediately whack the food again. and soon, al and pauline came along. we played this game called hunter. and i realise i cannot lie to save my life. this game is about having two hunters in a group of pple who are supposed to kill off the civilians. they know the identity of each other. the guru is someone who knows the identity of one of the hunter while the rest are civilians. the group will vote for someone to die. hence killing. it's a game of persusion basically. wats worse, i also dun like to talk too much and this game is full of defending and accusations. wah lau. my only tactic: smile and laff whether im a hunter or not. another tactic: confuse everybody. i dun care about who's the hunter. i care about making everyone just as confused as i am. muahahaha....
yh: im the guru and tzelin is the hunter.
tzelin: no! im the guru and yh is the hunter.
me: im the the hunter and tzelin is the other hunter.
naturally, i died. as a civilian. really brilliant.
after while, boo left and a campfire was started. tzelin cant sleep and so he went round west coast to look for firewood. and he got plenty of firewood. didn't have much mosquitoes dat night. must be the fire. too tired, i concussed....
macdonalds breakfast is a great way to wake up. even when im esp tired. i can only think of bed when i reach home all showered and scrubbed. wat a feeling...
me and xj went to giant at imm at ard 11am and we were already busy looking and getting the food and seasonings. the last time we had a bbq, we had this great pack of marshmellows which tasted so good after much heat. we were determined to find that. but i think they dun bring that in anymore and we wasted half an hour looking for it. shacked out but still enthusisatic, we headed for Jurong Point to get the marsh mellows, cos xj remembered that the liberty supermarket used to have them. also, we wanted planta's margarine and some wine before heading back to marinate the stuff.
but i guessed a lot of pple had marshmellows for their reunion dinner cos everywhere was sold out! hmmm..i wonder if it tastes good steamboated.
when we headed back home, we were already quite tired and shacked out, but went ahead with the marinating. i always loved marinating. getting to massage the chicken wings and fillets in aromatic sauces is strangely therapeutic. a weird form of aromatherapyi guess. hahaha...
by the time all the stuff were done, it was already 3 plus. we took out the stuff we needed and packed it..and headed for a little snooze.
430, back at my place and ready to move off to west coast!! yh and me had a plan to tell boo that we had a fight at the supermarket and yh was feeling down as i headed off to "desaru" without him. kind of like a far-fetched story but hey! i can't think of a more serious one liao.
when me and xj reached the place, we were very disappointed to see the seaview blocked out. we camped here in dec and had a great view and bbq dat day. we finally decided against going into the blocked out area to pitch the tents as we were afraid that park rangers might chase us away. esp if we are in the middle of our bbq.
choosing a nice and empty plot, we set up the tent and bbq. yh came and helped out while tzelin also came down. after a while, they went back to ntu to get boo and tzelin's tent. me and xj took the opportunity to whack the food first. hhaha...shiok siah. esp the prawns which were fresh and crunchy. tzelin then rode his bike in and set it beside the tent. not wanting to lose such a good photo opportunity, i went out and took mine in as well..
as day fell, lights went up and soon bigbang came along. hahahh...welcome to desaru.
being boo, he immediately whack the food again. and soon, al and pauline came along. we played this game called hunter. and i realise i cannot lie to save my life. this game is about having two hunters in a group of pple who are supposed to kill off the civilians. they know the identity of each other. the guru is someone who knows the identity of one of the hunter while the rest are civilians. the group will vote for someone to die. hence killing. it's a game of persusion basically. wats worse, i also dun like to talk too much and this game is full of defending and accusations. wah lau. my only tactic: smile and laff whether im a hunter or not. another tactic: confuse everybody. i dun care about who's the hunter. i care about making everyone just as confused as i am. muahahaha....
yh: im the guru and tzelin is the hunter.
tzelin: no! im the guru and yh is the hunter.
me: im the the hunter and tzelin is the other hunter.
naturally, i died. as a civilian. really brilliant.
after while, boo left and a campfire was started. tzelin cant sleep and so he went round west coast to look for firewood. and he got plenty of firewood. didn't have much mosquitoes dat night. must be the fire. too tired, i concussed....
macdonalds breakfast is a great way to wake up. even when im esp tired. i can only think of bed when i reach home all showered and scrubbed. wat a feeling...
day 3
first up, apologies to vanwaquelle who asked me to fill up my blog with more entries...sorry. not time to do it yesterday.
well den, now that's done and dusted. here's a recap from day 3 of the CNY to this dreary day....
Day 3 is angbao collection day. yh, al, boo, xj and me took turns visiting the guys' houses. first up is Boo, whom i woke up at about 1130. told him i'll be there early cos i had nothing to do after visiting my bike mechanic. in the end, i went to sleep for a while in xj's house while the orc was busy cleaning his house up..muahahahah. i felt i had done a good deed.
me and xj were punctual and ended up playing burnout. i didn't want to leave boo's place after dat. anyway, heng yh forgot to bring his oranges when heading to boo's and had to u turn back to his place. keke..more playing time.
winston's place was next and we were more excited about the dog and kid than anything else. after the kid with the weird name warmed up to us (was asleep b4 that), he turned into a bubbly and weird kid playing and talking to himself. it must be the winston effect.
so it goes, my place was next and the rest of us waited for him downstairs. the dick took so much time to doll himself up, i could have sworn he was wanking.
my mum, as usual, took out the kueh pie tee and bigbang boo was at it again. whacking the food section. hahah!! he so enjoyed stuffing his pie tee cups that he just couldn't stop. even when we're playing cards! really is amazing wat bigbang can do. it was also then that we decided to go for karaoke again! i think we are all just hooked, especially with the fun we had on the eve.
yh's house was next and i was enthralled with his transformer toy. an autobot (forgot the name) which converts into a mazda rx-8! damn cool. i had always wondered how the designers designed the transformation process. and after fiddling with the damn thing for about half an hour, i totally gave up! so girls: dat's the reason why the guys go back for more transformer toys. keke...
alright, boo was bored when i was playing with the toy, so yh entertained him with another. apparently, he gave up after a while. im beginning to suspect that's he's a girl. haahhahha
i had to leave the guys while xj and me went to an old friend's place for a gathering. the uncles and aunties were simply hilarious as they talked about the good old times. they were also pretty shocked that skinny old me is riding a "monster" parked outside. i can only smile and feel proud of myself..kekek...
karaoke's next. being impatient and wanting to build up the atmosphere quickly, we chose a mayday song full of headbanging and shouting. after that, we had about 2 to 3 hours of non-existent voices. damn. but still, we had a real good time considering that the room was hot and boo was bothered.
the day thus ended and plans were made about getting food for the camping trip the next day. boo looked so sad...hahahahhaha....
well den, now that's done and dusted. here's a recap from day 3 of the CNY to this dreary day....
Day 3 is angbao collection day. yh, al, boo, xj and me took turns visiting the guys' houses. first up is Boo, whom i woke up at about 1130. told him i'll be there early cos i had nothing to do after visiting my bike mechanic. in the end, i went to sleep for a while in xj's house while the orc was busy cleaning his house up..muahahahah. i felt i had done a good deed.
me and xj were punctual and ended up playing burnout. i didn't want to leave boo's place after dat. anyway, heng yh forgot to bring his oranges when heading to boo's and had to u turn back to his place. keke..more playing time.
winston's place was next and we were more excited about the dog and kid than anything else. after the kid with the weird name warmed up to us (was asleep b4 that), he turned into a bubbly and weird kid playing and talking to himself. it must be the winston effect.
so it goes, my place was next and the rest of us waited for him downstairs. the dick took so much time to doll himself up, i could have sworn he was wanking.
my mum, as usual, took out the kueh pie tee and bigbang boo was at it again. whacking the food section. hahah!! he so enjoyed stuffing his pie tee cups that he just couldn't stop. even when we're playing cards! really is amazing wat bigbang can do. it was also then that we decided to go for karaoke again! i think we are all just hooked, especially with the fun we had on the eve.
yh's house was next and i was enthralled with his transformer toy. an autobot (forgot the name) which converts into a mazda rx-8! damn cool. i had always wondered how the designers designed the transformation process. and after fiddling with the damn thing for about half an hour, i totally gave up! so girls: dat's the reason why the guys go back for more transformer toys. keke...
alright, boo was bored when i was playing with the toy, so yh entertained him with another. apparently, he gave up after a while. im beginning to suspect that's he's a girl. haahhahha
i had to leave the guys while xj and me went to an old friend's place for a gathering. the uncles and aunties were simply hilarious as they talked about the good old times. they were also pretty shocked that skinny old me is riding a "monster" parked outside. i can only smile and feel proud of myself..kekek...
karaoke's next. being impatient and wanting to build up the atmosphere quickly, we chose a mayday song full of headbanging and shouting. after that, we had about 2 to 3 hours of non-existent voices. damn. but still, we had a real good time considering that the room was hot and boo was bothered.
the day thus ended and plans were made about getting food for the camping trip the next day. boo looked so sad...hahahahhaha....
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
freaks and friends
a brilliant Chinese New year to all!
now dats all said and done...the whole chinese new year had me experiencing a whole bundle of emotions...happy, sad, bored, sleepy, etc etc...
the eve started with boo, yh and me hanging out in orchard on a date for breakfast. yeah, sounds gayish and probably is...keke... met at the mac outside lido and as usual, yh was late. anyway, just as we were talking, we saw two amazing exhibits. nope, there are not of the female variety. more like two TALL giants. i mean, boo can suck the guy's cock while standing straight up!
hell man. i think the two of them are one of the tallest pple in the world and both were sporting badges showing pakistani badges! i did a search on tall pple and realised that the tallest man in the world lives in ukraine. what's interesting though is that Pakistan has been regularly producing contenders for the tallest man in the world. but really, when the two of them walked past our table, all three of us felt intimidated. they look like they are wearing size 20 shoes and have hands so big that they could actually wrap their fingers around our head. haha, imagine big bad boo looking a like frightened kid, squirming on his chair. i was secretly hoping they would actually leave. anyway, the whole of bleeding orchard seemed to staring at the two exhibits, with their mouths so open that i felt embarrassed for them.
sad isn't it, when pple treat you like a freak.
it was also a sian day for xj as she had to go back to the kampung in Johor for cny. i felt for her too as she had never spent cny in singapore and had to do chores and stuff like dat while back there. i tried as hard as i can to make her feel happy, but i guess the anticipation of gg back sorta dampens her spirits to the point of no return. will continue to try to cheer her up when i talk to her on the phone..
the three of us had decided to meet up at chinatown at night for the eve. benny, herbie and quacky also joined us, making this the ultimate gay party. i had booked karaoke at 12 and proved to be just the perfect timing as the rest arrived at 1150pm. (they were supposed to meet at 1030, they were busy putting on makeup i guess) felt great seeing all of us together again...hahah..just like back in school at the bball table.
we were supposed to be the cool and hippest guys in school. our trousers were super baggy and we wore our ties in a way nobody can emulate. we were the "ku huo zhai" of SAJC. *enter the songs of brotherhood* so cool that all girls just freeze as we walk past.
but looking at us now. hahahahahahahahahahaahahhhahahahahahahahhahahaha
winston turned up in boxers, yh wore specs (!), boo is b*lding with a beer belly, herbie looked like a garang guni man, benny is still short and i drink the white flower snake grass water as a staple. really cool.
karaoke started slow enough. yh was so nervous abt his first karaoke session, he went to download songs to see what he could sing before meeting us. but soon, the familiar camaraderie feeling came back as we sang thru the catchy tunes and eventually, we were standing up on the seats jumping up and down singing ourselves hoarse. yh realised he knew more songs than he thot and boo proved to be a wu bai. haha..how apt.
it was over all too soon. we still had 31 songs pending after 4 hours of singing! oh well, there's always a next time. coming out from the karaoke place, we walked round chinatown. we were all farking hungry but too sleepy to go have breakfast...and so ended a great gathering of the gays...
the first day was weird enuff. it's the first time i spent it without my brother in tow. basically, i was so damn bored with the visits and ended up sleeping thru most of the time. mahjong sessions are not my cup of tea but luckily, i had my bike magazines to maintain sanity...im gg to boo's to watch soccer now..england and holland...i hope they brighten up the day...
now dats all said and done...the whole chinese new year had me experiencing a whole bundle of emotions...happy, sad, bored, sleepy, etc etc...
the eve started with boo, yh and me hanging out in orchard on a date for breakfast. yeah, sounds gayish and probably is...keke... met at the mac outside lido and as usual, yh was late. anyway, just as we were talking, we saw two amazing exhibits. nope, there are not of the female variety. more like two TALL giants. i mean, boo can suck the guy's cock while standing straight up!
hell man. i think the two of them are one of the tallest pple in the world and both were sporting badges showing pakistani badges! i did a search on tall pple and realised that the tallest man in the world lives in ukraine. what's interesting though is that Pakistan has been regularly producing contenders for the tallest man in the world. but really, when the two of them walked past our table, all three of us felt intimidated. they look like they are wearing size 20 shoes and have hands so big that they could actually wrap their fingers around our head. haha, imagine big bad boo looking a like frightened kid, squirming on his chair. i was secretly hoping they would actually leave. anyway, the whole of bleeding orchard seemed to staring at the two exhibits, with their mouths so open that i felt embarrassed for them.
sad isn't it, when pple treat you like a freak.
it was also a sian day for xj as she had to go back to the kampung in Johor for cny. i felt for her too as she had never spent cny in singapore and had to do chores and stuff like dat while back there. i tried as hard as i can to make her feel happy, but i guess the anticipation of gg back sorta dampens her spirits to the point of no return. will continue to try to cheer her up when i talk to her on the phone..
the three of us had decided to meet up at chinatown at night for the eve. benny, herbie and quacky also joined us, making this the ultimate gay party. i had booked karaoke at 12 and proved to be just the perfect timing as the rest arrived at 1150pm. (they were supposed to meet at 1030, they were busy putting on makeup i guess) felt great seeing all of us together again...hahah..just like back in school at the bball table.
we were supposed to be the cool and hippest guys in school. our trousers were super baggy and we wore our ties in a way nobody can emulate. we were the "ku huo zhai" of SAJC. *enter the songs of brotherhood* so cool that all girls just freeze as we walk past.
but looking at us now. hahahahahahahahahahaahahhhahahahahahahahhahahaha
winston turned up in boxers, yh wore specs (!), boo is b*lding with a beer belly, herbie looked like a garang guni man, benny is still short and i drink the white flower snake grass water as a staple. really cool.
karaoke started slow enough. yh was so nervous abt his first karaoke session, he went to download songs to see what he could sing before meeting us. but soon, the familiar camaraderie feeling came back as we sang thru the catchy tunes and eventually, we were standing up on the seats jumping up and down singing ourselves hoarse. yh realised he knew more songs than he thot and boo proved to be a wu bai. haha..how apt.
it was over all too soon. we still had 31 songs pending after 4 hours of singing! oh well, there's always a next time. coming out from the karaoke place, we walked round chinatown. we were all farking hungry but too sleepy to go have breakfast...and so ended a great gathering of the gays...
the first day was weird enuff. it's the first time i spent it without my brother in tow. basically, i was so damn bored with the visits and ended up sleeping thru most of the time. mahjong sessions are not my cup of tea but luckily, i had my bike magazines to maintain sanity...im gg to boo's to watch soccer now..england and holland...i hope they brighten up the day...
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
lockers and monkeys
man. it looks like im really drawn to this blogging thing.
it's just like when my parents buy me a new toy, i go crazy over it for a while and then chuck it aside, waiting for the next CNY clean-up or to be donated to some poor kid in afghanistan. im pretty sure the kids would be thrilled with with my Batman figurines. we'll probably see them on TV wearing stupid masks and running at a great speed to get their cape to flap. oh well, i digress...
finally handed in my first draft of the dissertation, which means it's almost over. today is also the day i finally attended a tutorial. having missed a month's worth of lessons, i discovered i was not at all lost. In fact, i cringed at my classmates arguments and philosphies. having heard enough, i left half-way. looks like a long semester for me.
anyway, there isn't a shortage of hilarious moments. i share a locker with a good buddy from school, kelvin. this guy is really smart and i just love to be in the same project group with him.keke..dats right, im a leech and proud of it. he also has his peculiarities. if u notice torn down posters around in my school, u can bet that that torn piece of poster is pasted in our locker walls. reason: so that the locker will look neat. yeah right.
for fark's sake, having lee kuan yew grinning at me from behind the locker door isn't my idea of inspiration! wat's worse, a whole group of juniors were walking up towards my direction when i was opening the door... utterly embarrassing. i could only hide my embarrassment by shaking my head and laughing at the lee kuan yew pic...
now the school's gonna know how patriotic i am...
so away i went to tuition again. this time it's kaifeng, a little monkey. i swear this fella is the monkey god reincarnated. i particularly enjoy laughing at him because he's only abt 150 cm tall and still has a whiny voice. haha.. anyway, i think bigbang would love to teach this little brat. he's quick-witted, intelligent and loves to tell lies. today, his mum came and ask me if there's such thing as the teacher excusing a student from the school's CNY celebrations the next day. apparently, KF told his mum that the teacher made a special excuse for him not to attend school. hahahaha...he somemore gave me a stupid grin when i exposed him..absolutely lovable...i think when he grows up, he'll just be like the few of us...hahaha
imagine, the next generation of boos, yaohuis, kennys and chia cheelippes.......hahah...im eagerly anticipating...
it's just like when my parents buy me a new toy, i go crazy over it for a while and then chuck it aside, waiting for the next CNY clean-up or to be donated to some poor kid in afghanistan. im pretty sure the kids would be thrilled with with my Batman figurines. we'll probably see them on TV wearing stupid masks and running at a great speed to get their cape to flap. oh well, i digress...
finally handed in my first draft of the dissertation, which means it's almost over. today is also the day i finally attended a tutorial. having missed a month's worth of lessons, i discovered i was not at all lost. In fact, i cringed at my classmates arguments and philosphies. having heard enough, i left half-way. looks like a long semester for me.
anyway, there isn't a shortage of hilarious moments. i share a locker with a good buddy from school, kelvin. this guy is really smart and i just love to be in the same project group with him.keke..dats right, im a leech and proud of it. he also has his peculiarities. if u notice torn down posters around in my school, u can bet that that torn piece of poster is pasted in our locker walls. reason: so that the locker will look neat. yeah right.
for fark's sake, having lee kuan yew grinning at me from behind the locker door isn't my idea of inspiration! wat's worse, a whole group of juniors were walking up towards my direction when i was opening the door... utterly embarrassing. i could only hide my embarrassment by shaking my head and laughing at the lee kuan yew pic...
now the school's gonna know how patriotic i am...
so away i went to tuition again. this time it's kaifeng, a little monkey. i swear this fella is the monkey god reincarnated. i particularly enjoy laughing at him because he's only abt 150 cm tall and still has a whiny voice. haha.. anyway, i think bigbang would love to teach this little brat. he's quick-witted, intelligent and loves to tell lies. today, his mum came and ask me if there's such thing as the teacher excusing a student from the school's CNY celebrations the next day. apparently, KF told his mum that the teacher made a special excuse for him not to attend school. hahahaha...he somemore gave me a stupid grin when i exposed him..absolutely lovable...i think when he grows up, he'll just be like the few of us...hahaha
imagine, the next generation of boos, yaohuis, kennys and chia cheelippes.......hahah...im eagerly anticipating...
Monday, February 07, 2005
bloody relieved...
im so happy i need a post...
sent my first draft of my dissertation and hopefully it's the start of my long hours planning and day dreaming of more trips and adventures again.
somebody had said " an adventure starts when things do not start to go as planned." i sure hope we have a great adventure this coming saturday.... are u hoping for one?
time to day dream about that round the world (RTW) trip.....
sent my first draft of my dissertation and hopefully it's the start of my long hours planning and day dreaming of more trips and adventures again.
somebody had said " an adventure starts when things do not start to go as planned." i sure hope we have a great adventure this coming saturday.... are u hoping for one?
time to day dream about that round the world (RTW) trip.....
it's only words...
another tiring day...it's pretty normal actually. i just love to cramp things into the weekends.
started a lovely morning with tuition at bonfurt's. dun ask me about the name. i never heard of it too.
had actually intended to go to perling for seafood today with the VARAs. but johnny cancelled it cos he was to busy with cleaning up his gf's room...oh well..
so me and xj made our way down to IKEA. mission: to stock up our wine glasses. me and xj have a sort of addiction to the "fully flavoured, aromatic" grape juice. every weekend, we must get ourselves a bottle of wine and have some finger food and plonk ourselves in front of discovery channel. sounds boring...but i assure u..i never felt this good drinkin at home..haha
im no connoisseur of wines.. i only know that pinot noir, merlot, cabernet sauvignon and shiraz are of the red variety. i dun know why the french must name the red ones in so many names, but they do sound pretty sophisticated. imagine asking a waitress: "can i have some of ur finest cab-boh-nay shaw-vee-neon or pee-nor nuay, madamoiselle?" sounds pretty steady eh? no? u dun think so? fark u.
anyway, since im at the subject of accents, i was confused by this simple everyday word. penis. i was teaching my dear bonfurt about the male anatomy and i had to read thru the text book. problem is, i dun really know how to pronounce it. is it pee-nus or pear-nis? are americans and the british so confused with their private parts that they cant decide to call it in a universal way? beats me, but if u have to know, i call it the pear-nis.
anyway, back to the day, we had a giant lunch at IKEA with 10 meatballs, 6 chicken wings, fried rice, a chocolate mousse and two pepsi. den we headed for our mission. half an hour later, we added a lantern with lighted candles. we just had a nice idea about having tealights and a lantern hanging around our campsite this saturday. shd be a very nice cozy atmosphere if mr wise guy up there manages to control his bladder..keke..
ended the day with half a chicken and some ribs bought from carrefour...topped with penfold's merlot. pretty heavy stuff...but the evening was just perfect as an ancient stephen chow "stupid" show was showing on air...way way better than his recent kungfu hustle..
when i was young, my mom called comedies "stupid" shows, cos she probably didn't know of the word "comedy". well, i do like those shows from yesteryear...remember the one where mr chow called on his friend, mr cockroach" xiao qiang!!!" hahaha...thanks dear, for bringing back memories of that one...
hmmm...im still thinking if i should call it a pee-nus instead....
started a lovely morning with tuition at bonfurt's. dun ask me about the name. i never heard of it too.
had actually intended to go to perling for seafood today with the VARAs. but johnny cancelled it cos he was to busy with cleaning up his gf's room...oh well..
so me and xj made our way down to IKEA. mission: to stock up our wine glasses. me and xj have a sort of addiction to the "fully flavoured, aromatic" grape juice. every weekend, we must get ourselves a bottle of wine and have some finger food and plonk ourselves in front of discovery channel. sounds boring...but i assure u..i never felt this good drinkin at home..haha
im no connoisseur of wines.. i only know that pinot noir, merlot, cabernet sauvignon and shiraz are of the red variety. i dun know why the french must name the red ones in so many names, but they do sound pretty sophisticated. imagine asking a waitress: "can i have some of ur finest cab-boh-nay shaw-vee-neon or pee-nor nuay, madamoiselle?" sounds pretty steady eh? no? u dun think so? fark u.
anyway, since im at the subject of accents, i was confused by this simple everyday word. penis. i was teaching my dear bonfurt about the male anatomy and i had to read thru the text book. problem is, i dun really know how to pronounce it. is it pee-nus or pear-nis? are americans and the british so confused with their private parts that they cant decide to call it in a universal way? beats me, but if u have to know, i call it the pear-nis.
anyway, back to the day, we had a giant lunch at IKEA with 10 meatballs, 6 chicken wings, fried rice, a chocolate mousse and two pepsi. den we headed for our mission. half an hour later, we added a lantern with lighted candles. we just had a nice idea about having tealights and a lantern hanging around our campsite this saturday. shd be a very nice cozy atmosphere if mr wise guy up there manages to control his bladder..keke..
ended the day with half a chicken and some ribs bought from carrefour...topped with penfold's merlot. pretty heavy stuff...but the evening was just perfect as an ancient stephen chow "stupid" show was showing on air...way way better than his recent kungfu hustle..
when i was young, my mom called comedies "stupid" shows, cos she probably didn't know of the word "comedy". well, i do like those shows from yesteryear...remember the one where mr chow called on his friend, mr cockroach" xiao qiang!!!" hahaha...thanks dear, for bringing back memories of that one...
hmmm...im still thinking if i should call it a pee-nus instead....
Saturday, February 05, 2005
god
man, i'm so damn tired. even when i woke up at ten in the morning...
went to the second link to pump petrol with xj and had KFC over there...somehow, the pepsi over there tastes nicer..hmmm
today is spring cleaning day. all rubbish accumulated over the course of one year gets thrown away and this year is no different. as usual, my nose gets irritated and the whole bloody room is caked in dust. shit. finally, darth vader and darth maul gets to bathe while i can only wipe spawn (5 of them), him being so well-made, that there are a hell lot of nooks and crannies to get into.
part two of spring cleaning day is the washing of my steed. hmm...now dat im at it, i realise i haven't named it yet..some other time perhaps..
took me an hour and a half to degrease, top up my chain lubricant, clean the sprockets and generally clean her up before being satisfied. then, mr god up there decided to pee. fark.
im reminded of my sergeant major (Staff Thomas) in OCS. one day, we were having drills. i think he was having a good time tekaning us, when it poured. i could sense the anger in the SM's eyes.
so, we gathered under the chin up bar and hear him talk. insteading of talking, he pointed up to the sky and ranted. "fark!! this farking god! must farking rain when i drill. Fark u god!!!"
needless to say, we were shocked and yet amused. u must know that staff thomas is a person who actually stubbed his cigarette into his tongue after asking us why we smoked.(i was smoking then..)
after his rant, i was waiting for a response from god. a thunder or something. none came. (i watched to much chinese serials then)
well, last time i heard, staff thomas became warrant thomas. keke..wat a guy..
im really excited about the ride-camp-ride trip that me and xj came up with but the best way to anticipate a good outing is not to have expectations at all. otherwise, disappointments would naturally follow.
anyway, good friends should be coming along..whether the thing is fun anot, we'll leave it to god..really cool....
went to the second link to pump petrol with xj and had KFC over there...somehow, the pepsi over there tastes nicer..hmmm
today is spring cleaning day. all rubbish accumulated over the course of one year gets thrown away and this year is no different. as usual, my nose gets irritated and the whole bloody room is caked in dust. shit. finally, darth vader and darth maul gets to bathe while i can only wipe spawn (5 of them), him being so well-made, that there are a hell lot of nooks and crannies to get into.
part two of spring cleaning day is the washing of my steed. hmm...now dat im at it, i realise i haven't named it yet..some other time perhaps..
took me an hour and a half to degrease, top up my chain lubricant, clean the sprockets and generally clean her up before being satisfied. then, mr god up there decided to pee. fark.
im reminded of my sergeant major (Staff Thomas) in OCS. one day, we were having drills. i think he was having a good time tekaning us, when it poured. i could sense the anger in the SM's eyes.
so, we gathered under the chin up bar and hear him talk. insteading of talking, he pointed up to the sky and ranted. "fark!! this farking god! must farking rain when i drill. Fark u god!!!"
needless to say, we were shocked and yet amused. u must know that staff thomas is a person who actually stubbed his cigarette into his tongue after asking us why we smoked.(i was smoking then..)
after his rant, i was waiting for a response from god. a thunder or something. none came. (i watched to much chinese serials then)
well, last time i heard, staff thomas became warrant thomas. keke..wat a guy..
im really excited about the ride-camp-ride trip that me and xj came up with but the best way to anticipate a good outing is not to have expectations at all. otherwise, disappointments would naturally follow.
anyway, good friends should be coming along..whether the thing is fun anot, we'll leave it to god..really cool....
Friday, February 04, 2005
another idiot
hail the coming of Vanwaquelle my faraway brother...
hmmm...im also a sensitive guy...and i have problems with arranging their links...
in order NOT to appear gayish, i have placed them in reverse alphabetical order...
the fellowship has indeed grown.
history is moving as we speak....
hmmm...im also a sensitive guy...and i have problems with arranging their links...
in order NOT to appear gayish, i have placed them in reverse alphabetical order...
the fellowship has indeed grown.
history is moving as we speak....
unforgettable adventures
its 930 in the morning and i cant get to work. everymorning, i have a routine. wake up, brush teeth and send my babe to work...well..sometimes i don't..but dats besides the point..
pple ask me: "wah, u so loving ah? send ur babe to work everymorning..." then i give half grinning, slyvester-style smile. well....they are only mostly right. i thoroughly enjoy the morning ride with my babe hugging me from behind...but there's another small thing: an inner desire to actually ride..
hmm.."why?" u ask. answer: i dun farking know. mabbe it's like boo writing his first blog..an afterglow...an inner peace...ya ya..stuff like dat..
i have never thought of riding when i was young. i wanted to drive. hmm..sounds like a bad word coming from me. then one jolly fine day, mr dwarf tong pang me on his aprilia RS125. No, i didnt feel liberated and felt like riding forever. people who tell u this are bull-shitting. i was more "koteck, u better dun fall..." After the tong pang (i think somewhere in orchard), i thought: "wah, if mr dwarf can tong pang me to everywhere, den shiok...dun have to take the farking bus anymore." please understand, im by nature not a vulgar person. but the singapore bus service deserves to be given a "fark". My darling would know of my irritation with this particular mode of transport.
knowing mr dwarf would be irritated by my request to be my personal chauffeur, i asked about taking class 2b. seems cheap and easy enough. plus, his raving of how fun it is to ride convinces me even more. Thus, the rest is history...mmmm...no actually...
my first ride was a rebel 125 cc. good bike for transport but inadequate for tong panging Boo. he is, by nature, an orc. a nice one nonetheless... :)
then, the travelling bug bit. having joined a ride through an online forum, i met new friends and people who taught me on riding in Malaysia. but what's more important is : my babe loves it too. this is more than anything i could ask for..sharing the same interest. in the few months to come, we visited malacca (13 times), fraser (3/4 times), KL (once) and countless aimless rides around the different states...i felt blissful..wats more: my babe enjoys it with me...
so now, i live an everyday adventure. riding my bike with my babe enjoying herself behind me..(no porno slant intended)
im indeed blissful...
pple ask me: "wah, u so loving ah? send ur babe to work everymorning..." then i give half grinning, slyvester-style smile. well....they are only mostly right. i thoroughly enjoy the morning ride with my babe hugging me from behind...but there's another small thing: an inner desire to actually ride..
hmm.."why?" u ask. answer: i dun farking know. mabbe it's like boo writing his first blog..an afterglow...an inner peace...ya ya..stuff like dat..
i have never thought of riding when i was young. i wanted to drive. hmm..sounds like a bad word coming from me. then one jolly fine day, mr dwarf tong pang me on his aprilia RS125. No, i didnt feel liberated and felt like riding forever. people who tell u this are bull-shitting. i was more "koteck, u better dun fall..." After the tong pang (i think somewhere in orchard), i thought: "wah, if mr dwarf can tong pang me to everywhere, den shiok...dun have to take the farking bus anymore." please understand, im by nature not a vulgar person. but the singapore bus service deserves to be given a "fark". My darling would know of my irritation with this particular mode of transport.
knowing mr dwarf would be irritated by my request to be my personal chauffeur, i asked about taking class 2b. seems cheap and easy enough. plus, his raving of how fun it is to ride convinces me even more. Thus, the rest is history...mmmm...no actually...
my first ride was a rebel 125 cc. good bike for transport but inadequate for tong panging Boo. he is, by nature, an orc. a nice one nonetheless... :)
then, the travelling bug bit. having joined a ride through an online forum, i met new friends and people who taught me on riding in Malaysia. but what's more important is : my babe loves it too. this is more than anything i could ask for..sharing the same interest. in the few months to come, we visited malacca (13 times), fraser (3/4 times), KL (once) and countless aimless rides around the different states...i felt blissful..wats more: my babe enjoys it with me...
so now, i live an everyday adventure. riding my bike with my babe enjoying herself behind me..(no porno slant intended)
im indeed blissful...
Thursday, February 03, 2005
a small step..
i cant help it...why the fark does registering have to be in chinese? having a major obstacle in the way in your first ever "something" is bad business..or is it? i dunno but i guess good things always come with a price...
i have always thought that blogging is for idiots. i mean..why the hell would i want to write personal thoughts for the whole bloody world to read? then came along two of my best buddies to come bombard me with theirs..idiots..
being bored with my project, i *gasped* read it..and i realise...
there, in the past few months, are monumental things happening in my best buddies' lives and i have missed it (yep..it does seem we're having a threesome..but i assure u: i do not have cravings for male rears or intend to have mine pierced..)
i was not there for them to provide a listening ear. i was probably out minding my business and in the process, becoming a stranger... what a word.
i can defend myself: i have a new phase in life..i just found a new hobby...i have my final year project...but really, fark. i just realise wat a friend i have been..
ironically, my "new" hobby found them for me again..after a nice trip to hatyai, ended up on exercise day for my two gayish friends when i went for a trip conclusion with Nick at the hall..
den the "guilty" feeling came...man, i just felt like a stranger.
i had no intention to blog..only one thing changed my mind: "u could use it to update each other cos we dun meet up so often anymore".
idiot? maybe...but i treasure friendship more...
i have always thought that blogging is for idiots. i mean..why the hell would i want to write personal thoughts for the whole bloody world to read? then came along two of my best buddies to come bombard me with theirs..idiots..
being bored with my project, i *gasped* read it..and i realise...
there, in the past few months, are monumental things happening in my best buddies' lives and i have missed it (yep..it does seem we're having a threesome..but i assure u: i do not have cravings for male rears or intend to have mine pierced..)
i was not there for them to provide a listening ear. i was probably out minding my business and in the process, becoming a stranger... what a word.
i can defend myself: i have a new phase in life..i just found a new hobby...i have my final year project...but really, fark. i just realise wat a friend i have been..
ironically, my "new" hobby found them for me again..after a nice trip to hatyai, ended up on exercise day for my two gayish friends when i went for a trip conclusion with Nick at the hall..
den the "guilty" feeling came...man, i just felt like a stranger.
i had no intention to blog..only one thing changed my mind: "u could use it to update each other cos we dun meet up so often anymore".
idiot? maybe...but i treasure friendship more...
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