mUchacHaz

2008-04-06T15:31:00.002+08:00

We've should at some point have the strength to remember that life is all too fragile. We're all vulnerable. We will, at some point of our lives, fall.

We will all fall.

We must carry this in our hearts that what we have, is special. They can be taken from us. That when it is taken from us, we will be tested. We will be tested from our souls.

We will now all be tested. It is these tymes, it is these pain dat allows us to look inside ourselves.

2008-03-29T21:24:00.002+08:00

As many of yall may come to realise, ive already been enlisted to SISPEC. Currently undergoing through some basic section leader course. in short BSLC. it has been rather intense but its wad ive come to expect in command school anyways. But fact of the matter is, other company enjoyed the luxury of so called welfare training. Be it upteenth canteen breaks that they've indulged themselves in, earlier book out, no physical activty. From the moment i fall in to report, we were given a good dressing down by the 2i/c. Call that culture shock but i guess i rather have to get use to it since ive been through it before. I guess its unfortunate of me to be in Delta company. despite that, for all the shitty training that ive been subjected to in camp, im not really bothered by it.

what's irking me the past week, heck the past week or so, has been the recurring problem that i just could not get it off my mind. It jus sucks to be thinking about it all day and night. Whenever i went back to my bunk after training at night and turn on my phone, disappointment beckons. constantly saying to myself that it will eventually come. hoping. praying. awaiting. well who am i kidding. its well over and done with in the 1st place. whichever i look at it, i somehow cannot figure out how it started but it has become apparent that im no longer part of it. and the fcuking thing is it gets stuck in my head wherever i go despite my best attempts to chuck it. to be honest when i look back at my life its always full of regrets. Its just the fact that i always think to myself that i need to do something so as not to let this prolong and i have a role to play despite the constant barrage of mishaps that made me what i am now. well i thought i could be perfect. sometimes u know, when u feel u're on top of the world, something suddenly just hit you just like that and bring you back down to earth. Countless i've experience that. But i know that being perfect is when you can look someone in the eye and know you did not let them down.

I feel i've been sold out. i'm stuck in this world. i couldn't leave. im still here. waiting.

2008-03-23T14:33:00.000+08:00

i just hope things will return back to the way they were... Just once i'd hope

2008-03-23T14:09:00.003+08:00

Selamat Jalan!

Sigh....This Selamat bugger.. He must be the most famous person in Singapore right now. (In case you don't know.. tsk tsk.. , he's a JI terrorist prisoner who escaped the detention vicinity)Seems like his posters are overtaking Britney's or Fiona's posters, US recession headlines or even Malaysia's election headline.. now it's all about Selamat....He is More famous than me and he doesn't even have a blog...I think.

It's Selamat everywhere..!!!!

MRT, buses, lifts. staircasess.... even toilets... eh.. Hello!!! I want to do my business in peace laah.. why you remind me of him?Sad lah.. he's taking over our lives..he's done it again.. either by setting some terroric plan.. or just by escaping so that he 'terrorises' your mind...You must have seen the cute picture of him in different disguises..it may just come in useful you know?

Who knows? He could be the auntie selling your tempeh in the market.. or the uncle selling kacang puteh... or that ah lian dancing next to you at Este bar..come.. must learn... we catch him together..I received this email telling me that Selamat must be in Malaysia by now, cause the causeway to JB has a big sign saying : " Selamat Datang Ke Malaysia".. Very farnee you guys.

Anyway, if you play DotA.. you will understand if I say that Selamat must have a blink dagger..he blinked through the walls... that or he windwalked out of the cell..still windwalking now... Damn smart I tell you, he's got a lot of manna..Ok, Singaporeans,, we must hold on together.. print out the above picture and bring it everywhere you go.. keep a lookout..

OK!!!! Before I get arrested... Most the above are of course fictions.. purely my own weird imaginations..Don't believe a word of it. Thanks!!!

2008-03-19T18:29:00.003+08:00

Need i say more?

Geez.. it's been ages since I wrote a blog entry.It's been gazillion years since I wrote an entry properly.It's funny how I thought back that this was supposed to be my personal diary.Which of course, become very impersonal (duh.. it's online!)

anyway, after surviving through prison life for 3 mths, i'd definitely come to realise dat army is jus not my cup of tea. I mean i jus cant stand those mundane, regitmental lifestyle though it may seem to be all carefree esp when ure a high ranking bastard. Then again signing on or extending my ORD wouldnt be such a bad idea if i wanna earn some extra cash.

On a side note, i jus hated the feeling when ure in camp and the feelin inside you dat jus makes u devoid of emotion and stuff to the outside world. Honestly, I am not so sure why. But perhaps many other things have taken precedence over my vainnes. haha. bt really, as in wen ure in mainland u dun give a damn but wen ure stuck inside, everything else in mainland stuck in our mind. well dats jus on a personal note.

3 mths of not communicating wid the ones u treasure definitely didnt work in my favour. whether its jus me or not, im not very sure. but it seems to me everyone in my life has change one way or another. ok dats too drastic to start off with. bt dats not the pt. its jus dat it somehow makes me feel guilty and lk ive miss so much. Worst im not doing anything about it. Yeah maybe thats my main flaw i guess. Making empty promises became a norm and hence letting many ppl down from time to time. It all boils down to me not opening to others i suppose. Oh well maybe its best for me to jus lead my life and let others to lead theirs and not intrude into each other's path thinking dat it mite rekindle some long lasting frenship. at least it did offer me some invaluable insights on life.

life jus hit u wen u least expected.

well call dat karma, but heck if God does His faire share of blessings and grace, i wonder where my share went. damn, im being very impulsive but well i guess dats how life works. but you know wad? I'd say fcuk it. Fact of the matter is, I believe that, uh, our only karmas are the ones that are self-imposed. You know what I'm sayin'? We, all of us, dig our own holes.

Speakin of which A level results does make or break you. On one hand i thought, hey this aint too shabby u know, take a look at it on a brighter side. but on the contrary, ive realised how much effort and hardwork did i really put in esp on the subject dat matters most. I definitely came to me as shock more than anything to be honest. i didnt expect to get a U for GP. though failure is imminent when i realised dat i wasnt equipped with the right skills or technique to answer the paper. After diligently doing 100001 words, where improving my vocab was my prime target dat yr, it came to my consensus dat my lack of proficiency in English was really due to me not reading up much when i was young. I mean theres a fine distinction between reading what u like and what u're required to just so dat u're being kept updated with the world out there. Dont get me wrong, i do like reading about current affairs but jus to my own discretion. Well no point harbouring at it anymore. I guess the right thing to do is to pick myself up and built on frm my past mistakes.

2007-10-17T16:02:00.000+08:00

I hate my tutor

As usual, i was studying today in library and my GP tutor was there. So, she then came towards me and the following conversation ensued:

Tutor: Heider, you can write, you know. You can write.

Me: Why, thank you! It was a skill I picked up when I was in kindergarten. Thanks for noticing!

hur hur.

okay, I didn't say that. but i wanted to.

Tutor: Heider, you can write, you know. You can write.

Me: *giggle*

Tutor: No, no. you can write. What did you score for your English in your O's?

Me: Umm. B3? hur hur hur.

Tutor: Were you expecting a better grade?

Me: No, worse actually. My command of English was rubbish back then. hur hur.

Tutor: Oh. but you can write you know. Maybe it's something you picked up from your mom.

Me: Oh dear God no. She writes in Malay. You'd be appalled if I were to do that.

hur hur.

she seems to think that my mom is like some kind of superpower that rules the earth. come on.

she was the man who taught me to pick my nose if someone stared at me and i wanted to avoid a fight.

so melodramatic.

then today i saw her and said, "AUNTIEEEEE!!!! YOU'RE STILL HEREEEEEE!!!!!!"

hur hur.

much to her surprise, of course.

Anyway, my ass is starting to itch too. I’ve been wondering when the mosquitoes/bugs/insects would get to my ass. It is, after all, the best part of me and thanks to its massiveness, I could probably fit about a few thousand mosquitoes on it. They could have an impromptu drinking soiree.

pimpin'

ok i spent the eve of this yr's Hari Raya,which noone knows, really surprisingly, pimping jewellery to old ladies.

oh, look at you, turning green with envy.

it was actually pretty damn tiring because when excited old ladies come in hordes, their voices reach a supersonic pitch that WILL make you lose your hearing. then you'd have to talk louder and louder to get yourself heard and they ask you a million and one questions, all AT THE SAME TIME.

then there was one lady who stood in front of the booth, saying "Beautiful. Beaaauuutiful." over and over. Sadly, she was referring to the rings and not me.

In any case, i've found this:

Anyway, I've never liked selling stuff. Plus I have no idea how to appeal to old ladies. The only thing I have in common with them is my aching joints. Oh and maybe my taste in music.

But, it was indeed an experience. An experience that I don't necessarily want to go through again but have been forced to do so. So, I'll probably be back at Kampong Glam next year. Those of you interested, drop by. It's at this Sale (ha ha). There's no entrance fee so those of you who are cheapos, may rejoice. When you get there, just look for the prettiest guy in the world - me.

Ahhh, reliving those memories..

from a retard.....to the indoctrinator(??)...

to the pimp and finally the family man

2007-06-28T22:30:00.000+08:00

Daylight is for Weak

I’m currently looking at another night without sleep. My college life has been full of these; it has started to become pretty much common practice - I’d get home from school, sleep till 5, study till 12, then sleep until it was time to go to school again. I’m just one of those people who can’t really get anything done unless it’s around 3 or 4 am in the morning. That’s just how it is.

Thanks to today's freakin' time deprived Physics mcq(and I mean, ever), I’m looking at another full-night of work, followed by a chem exam tomolo that I completely overlooked. Yes, that’s right. I woke up groggy on today, decided that I was in no condition for exam, only to find out that the mcq wa kinda killer(well time-wise). That’s just how things work out, sometimes. Who gives a shit, anyway? I feel I’ve probably hit a new personal low in strategic life-planning.

ok dude its time to look up for some inspiration. First up, Wade.

2007-06-27T20:56:00.000+08:00

I realised that it’s tiring to play so many games in your head, though i often think of all the little things I could do to bring every other things closer, to play on situations to make me more attractive to it. There are so many little subtle flourishes that I could employ to finesse my way into your life, so many rehearsed lines and movements, in, out, around, looking for the moment when I can, undetected, slowly enter your heart.

I’ve decided against these, though, partly because of who you are, partly because of who I’ve become - it’s too tiring scheming my way into your life. All I want is a vulnerable innocence where I can look into your eyes and not feel like it’s awkward, where the little signs show that there is a comfort and a trust between us. I’ve decided that it would be good if we could build this, together, but you can never build these things alone, it’s true. I’m tired and you’re tired and there are no opportunities any more for the subtle looks when everything has become so obvious.

In short, im refering to the past hectic week occassionally dosing myself with a can of red bull every now and then. Fortunately some paid off, it just serves me yet another learning lesson that i shud not take it for ggranted for sure. Heck, wad ive been subjected to this past week has been beyond horrid especially when it comes to terms with late nite sleep. Anyhow, been busy the whole week, and not having adequate time to learn some new choreography.

3 weeks and counting..

OH shit and Mr Kuah said all of us did badly for our paper. well life is fair. Things you don’t expect to fall on your in head and smash your brains out will do just that, because this is the kind of cunning trick life likes to pull on unsuspecting people.

2007-05-31T13:51:00.000+08:00

RUN FOREST RUN FOREST!!!

As usual, forgive me for moping as of late. It’s time for me, once again, to reinvent myself and rise out of my own ashes like a phoenix, except the butch kind of phoenix that bites peoples’ heads off. There are times when we’re all weak, even I, who tamed the Singapore education system half sober. There are, however, two ways to go forward, or perhaps several, which fall into two categories - you can either stay weak, or pick yourself up and slap yourself from strength to strength. For now I’m done being weak. I have to turn my ennui into a righteous anger and rain down buttkicking goodness on all who cross my path. I’m ready, world. Come get some.

At this juncture, i'd like to add on that the inaugural dancefest, that is looming near, has really taken the damn toll over me. Well, fact is, apparently i was sanguine before the June hols that i will be spending majority of my time in a tranquil evening scheming my way through the subjects that i had to content with. But unfortunately, our lives inevitably draw us away from predicament.

Well, to be honest i wasn't initally upbeat about dancefest, espcially the grouping. But i'd come to realise that i had to take this into my stride and not let me and ma frens' ego get into the way. As for the freakin' auditions yesterday, oh my, didnt we blow the dancefloor away.

At first i thought we seriously gonna be dead, but lucky enuff, i've come up with a plan at the 11th hour to revamp the whole choreography and goodness gracious, I'd only get to teach the whole group the dance for only 3 hrs in the space of 2 days due to the clash of events, Manifestasi just to note some.

So when it didnt help that we purposely rehearse as a whole group for the first time at 2pm when the auditions starts at 230pm and as a result we came in late for the auditions. When we reached the dance studio at 3pm everyone was practically waiting the shit for us to come and perform.

But the judges werent disappointed as they hapen to really like our choreography and the fact that we got originality. But we cant count the chickens yet as i didnt see other groups strut their stuffs but from what i've gather they were really impress with our dance. And i'd still tink our main competitors are the Mus, Farhan sam's group and the modern dancer's group. So, ppl if we do make it thru, pls vote for us yeah!!!!!?!

I can 100% assure you that u'll be blown off during the finale.

2007-05-06T08:28:00.000+08:00

So, TPJC failed at the final hurdle. Our captain was sent off, the ref failed to pick up that bloddy Guo gwang was diving, and all the dreams of finally seeing the big one grace the halls of Jalan Besar went up in smoke. That totally sucked. I spent a good twenty minutes yelling at the wall. You know those days when you’re just really pissed off and keep yelling at walls? No? Ok then, maybe I’m just a little psychotic. Nonetheless, all that yelling at the wall didn’t really cure the hurt inside.

Of course, we still lost, and life still kind of sucks, but at least I’m done. I’m DONE!!!! Damn, I’m so happy that I’m done. It’s amazing. I wish that stupid ref hadn’t screwed us, but hey, I’m done, and that ain’t too shabby. The end.

2007-04-28T18:54:00.000+08:00

The past week have been pretty eventful, to say the least. Well, soccer has been the one of the few dissapointments i've had to contend with in JC life. After all the hardwork, nothing seems to come to fruitition, which very well begs the question, is it the team or the coach or ,worst but not surprisingly, both. Shameful displays on the pitch are aplenty and of which some just makes you go “wtf???”

though i know that we are virtuallyout of the tournament, i hope we could jus put on a good fight for the rest of the games and triumph over the big games on hand despite being on the receiving end of such insurmountable odds. And f*** I WANNA PLAY LA!!

AHH, i've come to note, of course, that I have many, many, many entries, and a lot of them are kind of shit. I make no apologies for this, mainly because even though they are kind of shit, they still beat 90% of the crap that passes for personal webpages on this goddamn interweb of ours. So yeah, that’s what I think

In any case, my not-so-interesting bdae was this week. thk you to all whom sent in their wishes and whatever. So if u still wanna annoy me electronically, pls do so.

So as anyone who spends too much time scouring through the deepest bowels of the internets can attest, the web is just chockful of cool info jus waiting to be chanced upon. And I jus happened to stumble into couple of videos that reminded me of how awesome movies used to be. Speaking of which, Spiderman 3 coming out and im geting every tad-bit excited bout it. Well, reason being, heard that its gonna be the last sequel to its 3 part trilogy. Damn im gonna miss that tight ass spandex.

2007-04-15T12:39:00.000+08:00

vox populi vox dei ("voice of people is the voice of God")

That probably sums up a pretty uneventful week that i've been subjected to.

NYJC 2-0 TPJC

it would be shamefully easy to fit the differing fortunes of TPJC soccer and NYJC into the predictable rhetorical categories of, respectively, extreme disappointment and huge elation.

No, that's too easy, and incorrect. Because NYJC's triumphant and our singular colllapse at JJC on Tuesday were first of all connected, judging from a general reaction overheard among everyday people in school, whats more the team, by the fact that complacency had indeed bear fruit. Indeed many have built an exaggerated facade of expectations harbouring around TPJC soccer.

Fortuitous as many viewed it to be, I, for once, condemned this very sentiment . Partly because I genuinely believe that we've got it all wrong right from the beginning and I could have well sense the hubris of some judging from personal experience. In all honesty, I'd like to see this as a blessing in disguise for us in future games to come. Hopefully we can finally distance ourselves from pessimism to reality.

As for me, my performance has been no more than utter rubbish eversince donning the TPJC soccer shirt. Often being on the receiving end of such diatribe every week, i've always failed to perform outside the confinements of recreational soccer where composure and mental grit is a norm.

In any case, i think i talk to much.

Wow…more than a week or two since I last wrote anything here. Amazing. I will endeavour to do more.

2007-03-25T20:05:00.000+08:00

things are going all emotional rollercoster this past week. and im rather guilt ridden by it to some extent. First it was soccer, den it was school..i dun noe whether anot ive enuff mental capacity to hold off any such repercussion or in this case such bitter diatribe.

in any case, 300 has been my motivation this year. Heck, ive even been to such lengths like naively following the gut wrentching methods of earning that hard rock abs that even Mr Arnold would be proud of. the regime? well its none other than 300 rep- SPartan workout>>25 pullups, 50 deadlifts with 75kg, 50 pushups, 50 jumps on a 50 cm box, 50 floor wipers, 50 single-arm clean-and-presses using a 18kg kettle bell, and 25 more pullups. trust me doing 25 pull ups makes me groan like a dying pig. Madness? well as they say, THIS IS SPARTAN! -.-

okok enuff dreaming already, 1 moree week to A division and i still think i have yet to improve on my technical aspect of the game . physical wise....yeah ppl might perceive me as the 'fittest' jc2 guy but for me thats as far as it gooes..nuthin more.TO be honest, i really disappointed and even more pissed at my own self, though i cant help it but wonder why when i played recreationally wid ma peeps it seems different when i play during trainings. gah! im so not gonna be down in the pecking order. judging by the way things are going, i think i will prolly get the latter.

sheesh, oh well, lucky i had this to brightened up my day. :) its ur very own MAY and CHOY!!oh dun ask me how i got this..for all u noe i jus might be the one taking it. :)

btw, i've jus heard my fren overseas just recently hitch hiked himself in America. (Doesn't it sound like what a normal Singaporean wouldn't experience in their lifetime? Kudos to his courage)

Tsk...

And I think travelling the world really changed him.

He's a total tough cake now, eh.Ahh.... I think I want to try hitchhiking from Bukit Batok to Yishun.

YOU THINK ANYONE WILL HELP ME???

PREASEEE la.. Singaporeans are so KIASI! And you think we have couchsurfer member in Singapore?? I'll be damned. But maybe ...

But also, I think, hitch hiking from Jakarta to Bali, noone would survive either. Generally, angmohs still have a lot more integrity than Asians, I think. Though of course crime rates are high in Europe too. *shrugs*..

Just thank God he's fine.

2007-03-07T20:29:00.000+08:00

The World is Round

After the flurry of activity, I’m left twiddling my thumbs again. I’m fairly certain this is only a temporary arrangement, but in the meantime I’ve been making the most of it; I’ve been catching up on my newspaper reading, vegetating, entering semi-meditative states in front of my computer (it’s funny - the minute the work stops, you suddenly realize how dead tired you are) and making frequent trips to the pantry to get more water.

All of a sudden, school seems pretty damn good! I guess this just goes to show how there are always down times in any life.

I don’t like down times. They make me nervous, like a big wave of shit is waiting somewhere. I can smell the brown now. I think I shall make myself scarce.

neways, soccer these few days have been so routine, but nonetheless devoting more time into it seems a sensible choice. btw ps vote for FANTASTIC 4!!!!!(below) the dancefloor thing i mean. i noe my bro and crew really didnt live up to expectations but t was still very professional.

speaking of which, i'm comtemplating on putting up a performance at the upcoming Dancefest in July. haha. it will definitely be a good chance to make a fool out of myself. :)

2007-02-14T17:16:00.000+08:00

happy half-naked flying be-bowed and be-arrowed baby day?

so feb 14th, huh?

i saw people walking around with pink heart-shaped balloons in school today, eating ferrero rocher and generally being happy. bah humbug. oh well, i've never seen the point in balloons anyway. they're just like boobies. they all sag eventually. and i hate ferrero rocher too. well, i don't hate it but people have given me enough boxes of them. plus the tv ad with allan wu in it, where he presents the girl with a bouquet of ferrero rocher? does nothing for me. in fact, made me dislike the chocolate a bit more.

at this point, do i sound like a big sour grape yet?

anyway, i received nothing, except for an MSN pizza icon and some rather cheap-skate gifts from my dear friends. How sweet of them. And i'm not terribly bothered by it, mostly because i kept forgetting that today was supposed to be a 'special' day. By special, i mean commercialized by means of American bastardization.

however, i did get part of the name of the relatively pretty girl from my school. Why just part of it? Because she forgot it or she pretended to forget it because she probably thought I was out to stalk her or something. but people, i probably will do it. in any case, i found out that she's attached and that her dad is a businessman. Not very useful information, I know. Anyway, at the end of the day, I was walking back to the car and there she was, with her boyfriend rubbing the thighs of her outside Coffee Club Express.

Ahh. Dashed were my hopes of igniting the flames of romance with her. Okay, not really. I'm not all that interested in her. Which is starting to cause me to question my sexuality. Except that I don't find girls a turn-on. I think the world has ran out of girls that amuse me.

Hur hur hur.

anyways random pics, post road run activities:

2007-02-03T07:44:00.000+08:00

After watching the first leg of the final between Singapore and the Thais, i am pretty sure all non-malay speaking people will have a new word in their list of vocabulary. With the scores tied at 1-1, the home fans running out of new invectives to hurl at the Thais (heard some were chanting and shouting enthusiastically "pratapong chai! chao cheeby!" I dunno what the hell does that mean but it sure does sound vulgar and which i'm pretty sure that person is no Thai), the Malaysian ref awarded Singapore a penalty.

Considering he'd spent the whole match giving soft freekicks to the Thais, who collapsed like a prostitue on Yaba everytime our boys touched them, this was absolutely shocking. It was so shocking that the Thais stormed off the pitch in portst and sulked in a corner for fifteen minutes or so while the ASEAN officials handed them wet wipes and the National Stadium rose to its feet, all fifty-somethikng thousand of us yelling "BUTOH! BUTOH! BUTOH!'

Even our school has caught up with the soccer fever by the mats in our school. That aside, i am going to rant about an issue that has been accumulating rage yet tadbit of excitement in me and hell is about to be unleashed now. Heard of he angels and mortals game? Lucky as it may seem, i bemoaned at the fact that i'm pretty muchsure that im gonna make a fool of myself. For the record, i'm not gonna tell who my angel is.

I am quite perturbed now.

In other news, our revitalised tpjc soccer team manage to get hold of njc soccer team and beat them to a sweet 3-0 away victory. If this game is anything to go by, i tink the upcoming A division is definitely for the taking. Once again, our enigmatic Mahdi was once again in the centre stage with some breathtakin football and nifty touches. As for me? well, after much sweating and cursing, i definitely got the chance to show off my physicality or shud i say 'kong-ness'.

After all the hype and hoo-hah over ahmads picture in photoshare, i'd decided to make a statement of intent and show who the real kong is. haha. Anyway, Ahmad urged me to write a bit about him in my blog, and maybe mention many good things about him such that chicks will flock over to his side. Haha. kidding la. What audacity!!!!! But since he reads my blog regularly maybe I can give him this royal pardon =), but I hope he doesn't push his luck)

PS: viewer discretion is advised
~ I'm bringing sexyback~

2007-01-28T00:59:00.000+08:00

So Singapore played Malaysia in the second leg of the ASEAN cup semi-final tonight. Those Singaporeans among us who didnt watch it should be ashmaedof yourself. Sure, the quality of football was kind of dodgy but then again, isn't that what makes ASEAN football worth watching?

I remember an S-League game once where the ball went out ofplay and rolled into a drain. There was no replacement ball which magically appeared on the pitch. Instead, the players (and ref) all huddled around the drain while a plucky ball boy fished it out. Suddenly, the players weren't professional soccer players- they were just guys out of thier kampong, kicking a ball around. Perhaps this is the magic of kampong soccer.

Sure, the guys on the pitch are much better than i'll ever be, but the fact that they aren't all that fantastic gives you a strange sort of ownership.

I felt like its my patriotic duty to tune in but damn it, i know that it's probably going to be boring as hell.

Anyways, this is why i hate reading all the articles in newsweek

down with war!

i hate wars and i hate war news. i also hate studying about wars. i hate anything war-related.

i was born in the late 80s and was lucky enough not to experience war.

but these days, you read the news and all you see is war and violence.

Stupid George Bush and his warring ways. Okay, so he said that the Iraqi war is 'over'. But is it really? Huh huh huh? Let's park his ass in Iraq for a month and we'll see if he changes his mind.

I watched a downloaded(oops) Oprah episode the other day about a baby shower she threw for the wives of the US soldiers. I had to stop halfway because it made me sad. It must be very depressing to give birth without your husband to bite on when you're in pain.Why were the husbands not there, you wonder? Because they were out to war. A war instigated by stupid Furby Man who deserves to be kicked in the ass.

AH. Such FURY. All from reading the news.

2007-01-06T08:11:00.000+08:00

School's back

Settling in, I have found my way around the little mundane things of life. To cap off this total horrid week, my CK specs just broke. No wonder i've been flaring up my temper these days especially during soccer training. just makes me look like barbaric stone-aged men really.

hur hur.

The topical test didnt do me any favour either cos i cant even do shit and here i am awaiting to seat for my As in months to come. i think i nid to undergo some metamorphosis or sumthing. hmm, a biatch-slap would be heavenly. :)

Well at least yesterday's GP lesson tickled me to no end. they showed the Zidane headbut in more ways than one. freaking hilarious, i tell ya. haiz, i missed that old prick in the football world. I mean how old is he already? He already lost half his hair.. Go and start gardening lah, uncle Zidane.

in any case, my friends are searching high and low this past week for some jc 1 chics. I tink my friends are abit messed up. Actually most of my friends are anyway. Well, as for me, im not really that interested. But hey, there that Kim Wankerman. Haiz, guys have been goin goo-goo-gah-gah over her big eyes, fair skin, u know, the whole she bang.

What blasphemy.

The OG Nite looks fun, as well as the camp fire or so i heard. Apparently it was quite a huge fire. I thought somebody got murdered, judging by the way they cordoned off the whole area. Tsk. And plus, the O'nite never fails to irk me, cos those JC 1 gerls always scream the loudest and the most nan ting everytime a cheer is within vicinity.

Oh yeah, sorry farhan didn't stay up to watch ur performance. Shud be good i guess. But remember if a vocalist comes beckoning, dont hesitate to come to me! :) okok at least backup.

Speaking of dancing, the dancefloor thing is just around the corner and im getting every tadbit excited. well dats cos of my brother's involvement in it. shud be great seeing him making a fool out of himself in TV. haha. nola. jus kidding. jus hope he and his group doesnt turn out to be the joakim 's version of dancefloor. btw, hes in fantastic 4. oh no, not the comic, his group i mean. heard hes already in top 28 or sumthing. Thats great news! $500,000? hmm, a porn empire perhaps? haha

2006-12-26T16:25:00.000+08:00

MERRI KURISUMASUUUUUUUUUUUU

OKAY..It's the freaking holiday season againnnnnnn.. YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Have you been getting drunk and being merryyy???? HEH HEH HEH

Few things have been happening concurrently with me, busy busy weeks:

1. Went to my last year's class chalet at Aloha. I was pleasantly to see a few peeps there, haven been seeing them for ages. Well some of us had change, physical-wise. there were some that become taller, muscular, smarter, smellier and hairier :) but unfortunately ricky lost his laptop and passport at the point of arrival. geez can u frriggin believe that!?!

I guess the fact that it came from a taxi driver comes to no surprise for me. However, that didnt dampen our spirits though. It's been raining and raining through out the holiday season...annoying sometimes but nice most of the time....and here is us snapping a picture during the festive season. I canT help it.. I am sorry =)

So, anyways, the New Year Resolution list should look like this:...

1. must be tidier.. nowadays I dont(haha) know how to fold clothes properly lahh.. hang clothes or wash dishes properly lah..head ache..But at least I know how to get the best bargain for domestic helps right?

2. I must be a good friend, not like I never was.. but to remind myself.. cause I've found my

2. deafening myself less.

3. I must save more... meaning..less shoes.. less clothes.. because I need to save up for more important things in life.. like my new hp, university fees, a fycuking SLR and a humongous mansion filled with a harem of fugly annoying chicks for Farhorny.--- Just so he remembers less about the Veronicas.

5. I must walk properly, not like a gangster or a duck with a stick up the arse.. apparently people say this potrays a person's image quite a lot... Sorry lah.. I walk like a TLP, cause I know that I have big balls anyway.

6. I must swear less, cause this can be considerred a sin. So, I try to act cute and swear in Japanese hence it'd be less obvious =) wtf

7. I must bitch less, easy.. cause now Mr Nordin does all the bitching.

8. I must learn how to cook (IMPORTANT NOTE: And yet NOT DESTROY the whole kitchen)Mom says if cannot cook at all, I also won't make a good husband, at least learn 2 or 3 very good dishes then can bruff her a bit.

9. I must learn my songs properly and not get so much cringes from my friends whenever I screw up.. eheuhuehuee.. sorry lar sorry lar..

Court's adjourned..

2006-12-19T06:25:00.000+08:00

Genuine Arse Oles

I am going to rant about an issue that has been accumulating rage in me for sometime and hell is about to be unleashed now.

I bloody HATE HATE HATE those low sleazy scums who take photoes of indecent, candid pictures of girls and post them on disgusting, undeserving websites!

Recently, I spotted pictures of my cousin, taken without her knowlegde; on a stupid website.
Although, they were just pictures of her with a tank top, the focus was NOT on the face and being posted along with even worse disgusting pictures of other girls in even worse situations and condition, I was definitely NOT flattered!!!!!!!!!!

Though what they were intentionally focusing on were generally nice, the way they snapshot and post them up just didn't do them justice, they just look derogative; with negative connotations plastered all over them. I really feel for those girls, especially those who by now, may not even know that their pictures are being oggled at by freaky sleazeballs.

Therefore I also feel for myself. Girls should now wear turtle neck, long sleeved and long pants plus a chastity belt when I head out next time. Shoosh.. come to think of it.. it may not even be safe within my own room and premises. Basket! DIE those low scums! DIE!!!!

I tell you, if one day the girls start to dress fully clothed like fugly freaks, it's the guys' faults!!!!!!!!!There's seriously a thin borderline between appreciating beauties and abusing them.

I pray and hope that most people know where the line is.

I shall not disclose the website for I do not reccomend you lots to start oggling at pictures like that. It's a mortal sin! Dammit, if you would like to have some hormonal excitement and happy endings whatever, go ahead and get a magazine off the shelves that were meant to serve exactly that purpose.

I am now looking into the possibility of getting advice from internet police and claim some justice!

Those of you with slim powerful digicams and camera phones, please stuff them nicely in your pockets and use them only to take pictures of nice panoramic views, yourself and your friends.

They are NOT meant for snapping shots of girls with low necked tops bending over shop displays, girls with skirt falling off the steps, drunken girls with clothes falling off or even girls with short flare skirt walking up steep steps (though she's kinda asking for it.. but bah! just enjoy the moment lorr.. dont need to be so generous and share it with the whole global community whattt!)...OKAY????????????

Geeezz.. this rapidly advancing technology is posing threats to modern society's safety and decency.I am cursing at all those who abuse this priviledge!

2006-12-11T21:24:00.000+08:00

How Brazil Lost to France.

I know this is waaaaaaaaayyyyyy long and gone and all but i just realised it in my inbox the other day and couldn't resist posting this.

I'm a Brazil fan myself, but you gotta admit that its hilarious. And i really do wish people'll stop giving Zidane shite about the headbutt. Isn't there anyone who thought that minus the poor sportsmanship blah blah, that was a really cool thing to do? Sexy, even. Headbutting should be made legal. That means no more penalty shootouts. Just throw the 2 captains (or any 2 main players) from each team into a bull ring, let them fight it out, player who wins claims the championship for the team and is also awarded the golden bull award.

Sometimes i do wish i'm king of the world. :l

In any case, I LOST MY PHONE!!?!..so PPLE, if theres anything you wanna msg, jus tag, or msn or whichever mode of writting made possible.

2006-12-09T16:18:00.000+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen.

I love the soccer guys. Sigh.Eventhough they are mostly lovably retarded.

Apart from that, every other thing sucks. Training and the team in particular. Damn, i just hope all of us will seriously take every training seriously so that we can mount on to greater heights during the coming tournatment if not in friendlies, which by far, was inapt to say the least.

Then my bloody General paper holiday assignments... so many things to amend and add now. Ive written over 18 articles already, can you just friggin believe???? What a waste of brain cells for something that is simply a formality procedure to freigggginn not get to detention..I think it's my religion now cos its becoming kinda daily routine for me...

Anyways, i've been indulging myself with indomie everyday now, complete with MSG, no wonder my hair is clogging up the shower drainage...

Lastly, i've just read the ST today about elitism in Singapore. So, all these kids get into trouble for saying how elite they are, and everyone is all pissed off because, damn it, just because you have good grades and get into good schools and stuff like that doesn’t make you better than everyone else, now does it? I mean, sure, it means that you did better in school, but what good does that do you?

You’re still insignificant - just because you get into a certain junior college, you think you have it made? Look, busters, I know plenty of people who went to that certain junior college and turned out as drug addicts or prostitutes or even plantation workers in timbuktoo so don’t take that high and mighty attitude until you really made it. You think scholarships are so big shit? You think your future is so bright and shiny? Bah! You are a bunch of small puny ants compared to me. I am truly elite.

2006-12-01T16:32:00.000+08:00

Bad guy Nice guy Bad guy Nice

One fine day, good ol me was wailing about getting a pathetic hit rate with S'porean girls cause I am sometimes loud, vulgar, assertive and intimidating.

How like that ??.. jia lat BIG time.

On the other hand, what's so good about these nice, submissive girls anyway??The type most S'Pore guys go for. At least on my agenda.

1. I just CANNOT cross my legs the manlike way. Thighs too fat, keep slipping off. Seriously, I have to cross it ala kopitiam.

2. I also CANNOT not speak up when I've got curry powder and pepper to add to a discussion.

3. I also CANNOT speak nicely below 20 decibels (bad rough estimation.. how to measure anyway)

So, too bad then. I'd just have to be the guy who walks like a duck, sits like a chi-ko peh, laughs like a hyena and talks like a cheap, Made in China speaker turned fullblast.

Maybe my market is not here. It's in Japan, UK, US or OZZI.

Anyways, I went to play 3 hours of badminton today. This is almost my fortnight worth of exercising. Apparently the new, cheap rackets I bought were heavy like dumb-bells.I was like lifting weights in between shots. I then realised my right arm is dammm KNS huge and the left one damnn char bo..So, halfway through the matches, I switched to left hand. Not too bad!At least can hit some cocks, but a tad pathetic, like frying char kway teow lidat, left hand is damn retarded.

Completely knackered today, heh. Brain dead.

I end with an intelligent riddle ok? Whoever gets it right gets e-dollars from me!!!The amount cannot be disclosed just yet, but it's a few figure sum! SO.. crack brain! NOW!

QUIZ QUIZ!: What is it that will disappear the moment it's name is called out?

2006-11-24T20:39:00.000+08:00

Got you Under My SKinn..

Title is totally irrelevant of course, but I do like the phrase.Under my skin is totally eerie man.. like some sort of exorcism, not quite erotism.

The bitter truth about guys. It hurts.
Alritey....GUYS around me are like the THE PUBLIC TOILETS:

We are either an unfaithful PRICK or FULL Of SHIT!

How apt ight?

One more thing. It seems that we, Guys, are not irreplacable.

BELOW is A scene of a bad break up:

Boy: You are just too good for me...really.. I am sorry about everything. I didnt mean to hurt you....

Girl: Heh? ...Aye, Dont worry about me sweetie pie. ..You are easily replacable with my middle finger!!!!! ( while jutting out the miraculous finger).....

*NEAT!!!*

in any case, today, was our first friendly game against SRJC and of course we won. A convincing 0-2 away win. oh yea oh yeah, i also made my eagerly anticipated debut!! woo! well, the game was actually quite horrid esp in the first half but as the game progress, we were admittedly the better team.

Oh yeah, the referee thought i was some kind of cheap immigrant from thailand. C'mon i don't even look like a bapok.hmm or am i? :X

Anyway..i didn't really perform that good today apart from some nitty gritty tackles that made groan like little sissy. Aiya, i think my banana kick is losing steam la.. become limp goreng pisang .

2006-11-21T07:57:00.000+08:00

Just a Booty Call Away

I am sick.

I think that i'm obviously dyslexic as I initially mistook "Alfie" for 'Alife'!

"Watch "Alife"?? You mean "Alife" right? The one with Jude Law!"

Hell and damnation!! Not even correct spelling.

Alfie... Wad a movie.. no no..wait.. wat an eye opener.. oh no no!

Wait!... Wad a bloody REMINDER!!!! Geezz.. I have soo a list of blokes who SHOULD watch this show.. before they screw up their lives any further.....

We guys shud noe that gals aint no booty call yo! Do I sound like a bitter bitch here? No no.. I am speaking as I sit on the fence.. Wise words.. I'd say...

Anyway, Alfie the movie, somehow tugged at my heartstrings. Ireally feel for those blokes who never intend to commit. THeir livesare vessel empty.. their days are filled with nothing but meaningless bootycalls.. one after the other.. Ok I am not saying no babe does the same.
BUt, You can see the clear and obvious steretyping here. ANd foronce, it's not missing the bull's eye by too much..

BUt I shall not be an ass and condemn them.. They might behaving the biggest ball of their life. Wait till their balls drop and bro stops performing.. ..WHen it's not happening.. and not happening..

And when they hit their golden 40s..50ss.. Ahhaaa.. of course the loadedones still reign.. But, you know what the girls are after by then..*bling bling*.. Plus you better know a good Viagra.
Money can't buy you love. But so what? It can buy you the CLOSEST immitation. And NO hassle. Perfecto!

Argh.. ok ok.. no more trying to sound like a wise ass coz i amstupid myself when it comes to this kinda of mess.. who isn't?

The smartest lawyer or ladyboss and the humble maid.. when itcomes to love..They're ALL as stupid... Yeah... as stupid..

Cant graduate from the school of love aye?

2006-11-16T07:28:00.000+08:00

Wats wrong with me?

Today I am totally annoyed by everything that goes on around me. EVERYTHINGGGG and that is just by sitting still on my chair in front of the comp (or maybe that's why!) My milo spilt, my floor hairy, my keyboard dusty, my armpit sticky, my legpit lagi stickier, my calculator didnt work! I spent ages trying to figure out.. then when I realised the batteries were out, I didn't have a spare one... @#$$..!!

Thennnnnnn.. I got hungry at night.. this really annoyed me especially after coming back from soccer training. Coz there aint much food around and I'd get fat from eating before sleeping..!!

Anyway, I did make myself a VERYYY nice sandwich (for supper.. @#$%%#!) that kinda calmed me down.. FOR AWHILE...The sandwich's got tomato, boiled egg crushed and mixed with mayo and mustard, plus melted light cheese on multi grain brown bread..... woo!! I wanna call it Sunny Alabama..

God knows why.. dont ask

ANd.......... Wat else wat else.. I havent been sleeping well and godamittt it's damn hot!!!!!!!

Singapore get yourself an aircon!!!!!!

gah nitsy bitsy things will annoy me too coz it's MY PREROGATIVE to be moody..heuheue..

My forehead has expanded from football pitch to rugby pitch. My eyes are getting smaller, too much squinting, bloody textbooks and tables trying to save paper... bah! Naww.. actually, it's quite nice just spending sometime with your innerself. HEH?

I am goin berserk.. Achtung!

Ok laa... actually some nice things happen today..

Went to watch Kung Fu Hustle yesterday to came meself down..I think Mr.Old man Chow is kinda losin it. Dunt'ya reckon?

No tricks I havent seen before. Though it was REFRESHING to see sibeh sui-fighting ah pek in his classic white singlet with 'oles, his plastic cheeena slippers and a few miserable strands of silver threads on the mooned skull. His butcher-like killer moves and cheekopeh sniggers were enticing...

He's the hero dude!!! Bah..Wouldn't shag the hero of the movie for once..

Other than that, everything else SUCKKKSSSSSS...

So this blog is turning into a field for immature gurly rantings? how lidat? I promise I'll be nicer tomorrow.. *burp*

2006-11-14T12:48:00.000+08:00

Dramatic Journey to the Library

As the title suggested, today I finally did materialise my long awaited journey to the library right after my gym session.I actually got there! But only after long oggling session at FHMs.
Besides thin, naked ah lians who can't pose without looking like cheap tarts, FHM boasts other contents which caught my attention. They had these before-and-after pictures of places which underwent drastic changes of state after certain events, such as the WTC area, Nagasaki and Rhyolite in Nevada. The pictures were satellite taken and the captions were informative and witty. They also had articles of weird, warped cuisines and eating styles all over the globe. Good mag! Good cover too!

Come to think of it, FHM can easily stand for For Him Magazine.Bah!!! I love 'reading' FHMs. Why cannot, right? Why can't we boys oggle at them babalons? They are beautiful!! We may not have them but we also adore babalons of other estates. They are all beautiful. Those on display are meant to be looked at anyway. Go on and indulge. Guilt free.

I am seriously NOT blaming you sleaze balls out there for getting distracted by them from time to time. I know there are moments of relapse. It's purely human nature to succumb to beautiful entities. I had my moments of complete uneasiness too. I do have male friends who cant seem to ever see eye-to-eye with girls. This is mainly because his eye level is diagonally down towards the valley. Bloodey Wanker!!!!!!!!!.. Why stare until so obvious!

If you're getting defensive now. Think again! Dont bluff!! If you are a lad and reading this, go bury yourself in Sahara if you havent oggled at a nice pair of twin peaks before. Boo! L O S E R!
But puhleaseee.. do this discreetly, dont make her blush. Worse still, don't make her slap you tight on the cheek. Verdict : stick to FHM, PB, Maxim, etc...

Runway models are normally flat yah? All lanky and no boobs. But dont complain, they are meant to show off the clothes, big babalons would be too distracting. That's why the big boobed beauties end up in Playboy or TV. Heh..

Anyway, eventhough it's term break now, I have a million things to do. Hence, I shall REFRAIN from blogging and do some work, which includes holiday assignments on net, on paper, about 3 or 4 tutorials ( I think ), brush up on Maths and Chemistry. I'm actually thinking of learning all those macromedia flash during this holiday to get some pre-requiste. Man.. that's gonna be so treacherous.

2006-11-13T21:02:00.000+08:00

The worst thing about taking bus today, during peak hours is that it's invariably full of other people going home from work -it's like a scene out of some zombie movie, except, like, all the zombies are stuck in a really small space and smell kinda of funky. I figure there are few things worse than being tired, stinky, underappreciated and, at the same time, rubbing butts with some other working class drone. The worst thing, though, is how displeased everyone looks to be there -take the bus at about 6pm, and everyone looks like they want to curl up and die, or kill someone. or just crawl off to some godforsaken corner of the world to die. I mwean, even the guy cuddling with his girlfriend looked pissed off; no wonder why there are so many movies on the alienation of the modern world.

One day, I think I'm gonna snap on the bus; I'll get on and see this sea of vaguely discontent faces and not be able to take it anymore. I might yell at them, berating them for being so miserable, or just laughing my ass off for no reason. I don't know, but it's gonna be dramatic. Is everyone's life really that bad? Is being one the bus really that sucky?

Bah. Maybe we're all just upset that we're taking the bus, because it just proves how we're such plebs.

2006-11-10T20:43:00.000+08:00

did He really say that?

Yesterday, we had an extra exciting presentation during class.

me, in my nervousness, went to show my oh-so-big biceps to the assessors.

The assessors gaped in horror at what I had just shown while deafening silence ensued.

then someone started giggling (probably Duc because he's terrible like that.) and everyone joined in.

hur hur.

but it wasn't that bad, really. I got away with it.

hur hur.

Nevertheless, it didn't go that well for me. In fact, i caught one of assessors wanting to sleep while i was presenting. hmph. was i THAT boring? but in my defense, she was already trying to sleep before i started talking. so i probably just drove her to a deeper slumber.

Apart from that, one of the assessors caught me looking at her armpits. Well she was asking for it!?.. Besides the wetness of it didn't do me any favour either. Hmphm!she is now overcome with paranoia and will keep feeling her armpit area every 5 minutes to check if it is not wet. tsk.

Then again, i must look like a pervertress.

2006-11-08T10:14:00.000+08:00

Guilty!

I have been watching more and more Drama Series. After "Prison Break",Season 2 mind you, there was " Desperate Housewives Season 3" and then "Heroes"... sooner there's gonna be Lost Season 3 and I am doomed, I do not have the strength to refuse.

Day in, day out. All I've been doing is sit in front of the telly, with hair in an alarming chaos, T-shirts I've been wearing from the day before, with legs unepilated, yah yah.. hairy legs, hairy eyebrows, hairy everywhere.. piles of emails to send out from the bloody tray, piles of dirty dishes in the sink, a lot of pending items in the procrastinator's long list, a lot of shits to clean up..a lot of people to meet... but guess what I've been doing instead..

SIGH

Stupid English Drama series... should be banned.

I'd be crying, then laughing, then crying, then laughing..then crying... then laughing... for 6 hours straight between lunch, dinner and sleeping time (which is very late) in front of the telly...

I am a telly veggie.

I am a horrible sight to see at home nowadays.

Horribbleeee... somemore the way I plop down in front of the telly is so chor lo and unsightly. Sometimes I'd curl my legs around the table, sometimes my head would be on the floor and my left leg hugging the table, sometimes both legs on the table, sometimes I'd probably look like I was practising some out- of- this- world yoga.

I must tell you that being in front of telly for so many bloody hours each day is not that easy. feet cramp also.

One position is not enough. Gotta be creative, or else I'd become a complete vegetable. SO I ended up with a lot of creative but unsightly positions. Sometimes I'd bring my bolster and sarong out too. When I wear my sarong around my shoulder, I'd looked like a security guard on a night watch in some kampung. Hahaha

Eh heh heh.

Man are crazy fellas.

I think i've been induced into those women of deranged psychopatch who are complete suckers
for emotional rollercoasters and elaborated dramas, eh!

I'm even beginning to become so emotional, it's dangerous, at the edge of the precipice.
I wish I can be less emotional and more rational for once. Life would be safer, less painful, but sadly less exciting as well.

Though at other times, I am glad I am that deranged psychopath who crave for emotional rollercoaster.

All bad memories and scars of the past evolve into meaningful lessons and beautiful experience over time. This is one way to live our lives to the fullest I suppose.

I guess, there's always 2 bloody sides of everything.

It's a matter of choice in the end. Eh?

2006-11-03T19:25:00.000+08:00

So today was the actual commencement of my Mother Tongue A level examination, which we know, for a fact, are the best tests of intelligence in the world. and to my horror, i discovered that the composition had nothing to do with what i've studied. Damn, i'm pissed. Pensively, i kinda hope that it will not make my 2 year tenure here a wasteful one. Then again, since when grades are so big a shit?

Man, a giant bitch-slappy hand right now would be so totally sweet

In other news, I was just dusting off my friendster account when I realized that I had a bunch of messages from people who read this blog (or more likely my older blog) - you know, blogging is strange - you tend to get a bunch of people you barely know reading your blog, leaving you notes, wishing you well, occasionally telling you what a big asshole you are - it’s strange, because they don’t know you, and yet, somehow, they sort of do.

Some of you have asked to marry me, others have given me advice, I’ve met some of you (just to make things clear, I secretly believe that other people don’t really exist until you meet them in person - internet people are all figments of my imagination, as far as I’m concerned) - but still, there’s a huge mass of imaginary people reading this. I guess it makes me happy to know that you guys give a shit - thanks for giving a shit.

2006-10-31T06:55:00.000+08:00

Cosmos - Billie Jean - video powered by Metacafe

Right now, Jackson imposter is doing just a fine job. Nothing is as soothing as singing along to Billie Jean at the loudest volume possible. I love the part where Michael goes, "Just look over your shoulders honey oooh!" hur hur. It amuses me to no end.

I think that had Michael Jackson not turned white, I would have probably liked him more. But then again, it don't matter if he's black or white.

I can't say with all honesty that i can feel that my iman is significantly strengthened over this Ramadhan, but i'd like to think i tied a little. Epiphanies don't come cheap, and you'd have to be crazy to expect sunshine to part the haze and choirs of angels coming down to bring you relevatory kowledge just because you didn't eat or rink for a few hours out of a day. Maybe it is naive, but i'd like to think that faith, like anything that requires a certain amount of conviction, is a work in progress.

Things I will be looking forward to though are a return to my fitness regimen (although even that is iffy given the haze) and copious amounts of caffeine or sugar. Okay, i don't really drink that muc coffee, but i'm trying to find something to reset my bodyclock to proper standeards. This is a time of great upheavals.

2006-10-27T20:52:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was my last day in school for the past year. The holidays are well in-reached and its an occasion where i'll be looking forward to it by spending my oh-so-precious time pursuing my burning passion for these: Soccer, Dancing and erm ?Study? Hmmphm a performance for the Orientation night next year would be a chance to relish myself if such scenario beckons.

Well, serious stuff aside, yesterday was rather a sombre one to start with, though, because we had to say our goodbyes to our wonderful tutor, Ms Loh, the geeky tutor that i DIDN'T had crush on.

Ms Loh, who Duc no longer had crush on (I prayed to God to ask Him not to make that lie come true. hur hur. Just in case!) after she announced that she was geting married earlier this year, hmph!, was due for a surprise upon the request of me and farhan to the whole class. So, we decided to threw a surprise for her yesterday during CT period. Okay, I didn't really threw the occasion, I was just the ..surprise mechanism...if you will.

Yep we gave her our specially made 06S12 card and an Adidas Liverpool (bleah) jersey for her. It did caught me by surprise to think that my class is more united than i initially had in mind. We also sang for her this nice albeit gay song to her by BBMak.

I still sang it though, racked up the solo part as well with my one man calvary voice, of course. too much singing, as i have rediscovered yesterday, gives me headache. i think it's too exciting a thing to do on a daily basis.

AWWWWWW.

She was touched. I could sense that she was about to cry. She told us that although of all the classes that she taught, ours was the worst kind God can ever create, she told us that we were different and this was one of her memorable class. Such a sweet old woman.

2006-10-25T20:24:00.000+08:00

pimpin'

i spent the eve of Hari Raya, really surprisingly, pimping jewellery to old ladies.
oh, look at you, turning green with envy.

it was actually pretty damn tiring because when excited old ladies come in hordes, their voices reach a supersonic pitch that WILL make you lose your hearing. then you'd have to talk louder and louder to get yourself heard and they ask you a million and one questions, all AT THE SAME TIME.

then there was one lady who stood in front of the booth, saying "Beautiful. Beaaauuutiful." over and over. Sadly, she was referring to the rings and not me.

In any case, i've found this at a nearby store:
Like most men, I enjoy a natural chest. However, as is the case with many other chests that claim to be all natural, this was actually made of plastic.

Anyway, I've never liked selling stuff. I'm just not good at it, which is ironic, really, considering what I've been studying in school for the past one years (economics, in case you didn't know. tsk.). Plus I have no idea how to appeal to old ladies. The only thing I have in common with them is my aching joints. Oh and maybe my taste in music.

But, it was indeed an experience. An experience that I don't necessarily want to go through again but have been forced to do so. So, I'll be back at Kampong Glam next year. Those of you interested, drop by. It's at this Sale (ha ha). There's no entrance fee so those of you who are cheapos, may rejoice. When you get there, just look for the prettiest guy in the world - me.

In any case, Hari Raya this year wasn't the best. Gah, having heard all my friends getting alot of money pisses me off. A few hundred just in one day, my god, that's enough for me to feed my family. Even people in McDonalds don't have that kind of luxury. Hmm, okok, to get money, i need time. But thing is time is an indulgence that i don't have left. To all those aunties out there, please, the pockets on my shirt are there for a reason.

2006-10-19T13:08:00.000+08:00

yesterday has been a particularly annoying day.

it was a difficult day at school. the written report was giving me a lot of trouble with its slow and annoying ways.

and it seemed like everyone else wanted a shot at annoying me too.

you know what this means, don't you?

Ahhh.

The onset of a teenage rant.

on a completely new subject, thanks to Nordin who was guilt ridden and called to ask how I was doing, cos its been a while since i've been to soccer training. hur hur hur.

well actually he was wondering if i was dead.

i love that about him. absolutely no beating around the bush.

hmph.

School was lame and the highlight was when my principal started crying out of the blue. i tried really hard not to giggle because she's really a nice lady. She even said that she'll be retiring soon. Uh huh, like i'm gonna dig in to that. very exciting indeed.

in any case, i'll marry her and feed her if she offers to renovate the smelly toilet at LT1.

2006-10-12T16:26:00.000+08:00

curing an itch

I’ve changed my sheets, fumigated my room and I’m now using a woolen blanket instead of my quilt. Yet I have NOT stopped itching eversince yesterday. I counted (yes, counted) the number of bumps and bites on my skin and found that I had 20 in all. 20 potential scars. SEE! I told you I was going to die a spinster. Not only will I die a spinster, I don’t get to die pretty either.

I no longer apply Mopiko on my bites. Now I just SLATHER it on. I’d apply it one by one on each individual bite but I’d finish doing it only the next morning. Okay, so I exaggerate. But it would still be quite time-consuming!

Anyway, my ass is starting to itch too. I’ve been wondering when the mosquitoes/bugs/insects would get to my ass. It is, after all, the best part of me and thanks to its massiveness, I could probably fit about a few thousand mosquitoes on it. They could have an impromptu drinking soiree.

In any case, releasing of results has been quite an eye opener for me. Not only have i discovered that i have absolutely no creative bone in my body, i still can't get over how people can manage to score for GP. Anyways, did passed all my subjects well albeit disappointing from my point of view. Eh what? Are u surprised that i'm able to pass my promos? Well, it surprised me.

General Paper: D
Malay: B
Economics: B
Maths: A
Physics: D
Chemistry: A

Glad to have gotten distinction for chem and maths! (insert snigger here for Ahmad). If you did saw my chem last time, you'd probably fail me too. Well, as for getting D for GP, well that's heredity and yeah maybe, JUST maybe is the result of my slight MAT agenda. What's important, though is that i'm able to continue my studies next year as a JC2 and grow big brains like Jin Yew. Ha ha ha. Except mine went rotten after selling my soul to GP.

Yeah, i'm quite worried for my mates though. I duly hope that they can promote as well. Stupid internal locus of control. I hate you.

Damn, i think i shall go drug myself with Berita Harian.

Ahhh. Such is life for geeks.

2006-10-10T22:28:00.000+08:00

what i've really been up to
today wasn't a total wreck though. i met my uncle at the mosque and also got to know his rather good-looking Australian man, who apparently made the news last time for his heroic act of saving a few people during the Jakarta bomb blast. he told me he had shards of glass embedded under his skin, which miraculously popped out eventually one night. hur hur hur hur. the glass, that is.

in total heiderness, of ALL WORDS that i could have used, i said, "Wow. That's pretty awesome."

sometimes I forget that i'm NOT 10.

In any case heard that there has been much controversy surrounding the past season single debut by Taufik in S'pore Idol and the song by Leanne Rimes.

Still, I’m not hating. Popular music appropriates from other sources all the time. I listen from hip-hop to Joakim, it’s just the nature of the beast. In any case, we all know who the real Singapore Idol is.

in other news, i'm done with my written report. however, it looks too much like the original written report.

in other words, i am screwed.

2006-10-09T13:45:00.000+08:00

A Post Filled with Non Issues

Today was my last paper for the promos. Gosh i wonder if there's anyone still reading this shit!?

Ok. Lets pause for a moment while i leap for joy. Okay, while I cheer for joy. Leaping seems like too much effort. -_-

Anyway, would you like an update on my life? Well, I'm going to give it to you anyway.

1) I'm not having enough sleep and I fantasize about sleep when i'm going to school all the time.

2) I've got PW and Malay Paper left for these 2 months. Hooray!

There. That's it.

Isn't it exciting that my life revovles around schoool? Where's all that man-related drama that I coveted oh so much?

ok, in case you're wondering what i did yesterday..

..obviously it had nothing to do with studying

i think staying home is THE way to get NONE of my studying done

instead of studying, I went to Geylang. and it's not even the exciting hookerland bit. I went to the wet market and night bazaar.

I know, i know. Everyone leaping for joy on my behalf. Such is my life. So very exciting.

Anyway, my mom wanted to get some stuff for dinner and Hari Raya preparation purposes. While I was there, looking at the fishmongers doing their thing and entertaining thoughts of a career in fishmongery (i made this word up, so?) I saw a cat on the rood od the hawker centre nearby. And I think it was peeing.

hur hur

How hygienic!

Right after taking a badly distorted picture of the peeing cat. (which would serve no purpose if i were to post it), I turned and saw the cutest man ever! he was wearing a robe (one of those Arabian-ish robes, not a bathrobe), looking very pious and..yummy?

I was going about to take a picture of him to share with all the guys on the net but alas, I accidentlly pressed the wrong button and he was gone. Oh and he was Caucasian. You don't see many Caucasian men in robes in Geylang, you know.

Well at least i've never seen any, I don't think.

besides that, the most exciting thing that happened today was me accidentally sucking on my marker. i thought it was something else and sucked the ink away.

so if i drop dead tomorrow, you'll know why.

2006-09-19T21:18:00.000+08:00

Late, Late, Late!

So, for all intents and purposes, you can say that I sort of having exams for the next couple of weeks. As usual, I am evasive and vague about the nature of said exams, because, in reality, I am one hella of a bum. If someone wants to give me money to do crap, please, by all means, give me a call. As long as it's fairly good money for fairly little work, I'd be happy to oblige. What to do? I am, at heart, a bum as long as it doesnt involve studying.

in any case, I figured, therefore, that it's about time I got out and about on the town. Don't spend your weekend in front of the internet - chatting on msn isn't really socializing, you know.

RECENT UPDATE: IGNORE ALL OF THE ABOVE UNTIL THE 28TH OF NOVEMBER 2007 AS THIS DESCRIPTION DOES NOT MATCH THE CURRENT A LEVEL CANDIDATE'S CHARACTER/PERSONALITY. BY DEFAULT, HE AS WELL AS MOST OF HIS SOCIAL PARIAH HAVE DECENDED TO THE DEEPEST, LOWEST DEPTH OF DEPRESSION: A LEVEL PREP, OR BE FACED WITH THE ULTIMATE FATE OF WORKING FOR EVER IN A MACDONARS NEAR YOU.DO EXCUSE THE USE OF CAPS, AND I HUMBLY APOLOGISE TO ALL PERMENANT MACDONAR WORKERS.PS: MACDONARS IS A FICTIONAL PLACE THAT SHOULD NOT SUE ME FOR ANY COINCIDENTAL LIKENESS IN NAME.

2006-09-13T19:13:00.000+08:00

Twitchy

both my eyes have been twitching since Monday. it didn't bother me at first because they've twitched before but it's been three days and it's starting to worry me.

i've received numerous explanations on what all this twitching might mean. most say it's an omen, that if my left eye twitches, it's bad and if it's the right one, it's good. however, BOTH my eyes are twitching. Does this mean that the good stuff will cancel out the bad stuff?

The Internet says it's probably due to stress but I don't really have any stress in my life right now, so I'm inclined to believe the good/bad omen thing.

now, while i am curious as to what all the twitching means, i do not welcome any comments about anything bad that might befall me. i have issues with all that and i'd rather you not speculate and tell me your unfounded comments. i swear i will kick your ass if you do.

a friend told me the other day what the twitching might mean and it only made me feel like throwing up because that is how i deal with things sometimes. I throw up. That being said, i know he didn't mean it. but you have all been warned so there's no excuse for you to defy my request.

i do, however, welcome any suggestions on how to stop the twitching, especially those suggesting that I tape my eyes open or something.

And cheesy!

In any case, Ahmad has a blog which he'd already started one cos of all the commotion about mine. Well actually i feel compelled to post even though i have nothing interesting to write about because i can't bear to disappoint you, my loyal readers. Reader? does anybody read this thing anymore?!

Anyways, those interested, visit his site for very slutty pictures of himself. Be forewarned though: nudity galore!

2006-09-06T21:43:00.000+08:00

Last week we had teachers day celebrations and then there were a few performers on stage whose sexuality i really really reaaaaaallly questioned. anyway, i enjoyed some of the performances on stage though.

oh well. i know i shouldn't pass judgment but i was bored out of my mind. there was nothing else to do.

In any case, side story, last week, I got to see her whole body (clothed, unfortunately)! In fact, things got even more exciting.

We shared a moment by the fresh fruits display.

I saw her from the corner of my eye buying a drink and I saw her coming towards the fresh fruits, so I stood there, perusing the watermelons, as though my life depended on it.

So there I was, standing there, comparing two slices of watermelon, looking as if i was thinking, "Hmmm. Which one is the fresher one? Which is thicker? Which one will give me more value for my money?", instead of REALLY thinking, "Thank God. Thank God I decided to wear my *Ass Pants today. Now Heider, look thoughtful! Show her that you have the ability to think!"

A few seconds into it, a (very sexy) arm reached for the fresh fruits display and my hand flew to my chest and I gasped.

ha ha.

i should have won an Oscar for that. hur hur. because i shan't be too cocky. it really wasn't Oscar calibre. hur hur. she probably saw right through me.

whether she did or not, she laughed and said Sorry.

sigh.

so cute!

but i'm a little disturbed that she drinks yogurt. yogurt makes me hurl. as most dairy products do.

well, okay, not dairy. just milk and yogurt.

ANYWAY.

i need to think of a plan of action.

Let me know, diary, if you've got any idea what I should do.

Oh what am I saying. You're inanimate.

I think I need therapy.

*Ass Pants = Pants I bought last year that make my ass look relatively small. However, constant washing has made them lose their elasticity and they bunch up at my crotch area. Nevertheless, my ass still looks relatively small in them. I think. Well, I hope. I think I need another look.

2006-08-20T16:02:00.000+08:00

Bao Ga Liao Student

Yesterday was the Econs test and i'm not sure whether i'll pass or fail. But judging by my wonderful stream of luck i'd probably get in the latter. Many did however ask me for advise cos they didnt study. But I did give them advice because I am Heider and Heider imparts wisdom on a regular basis. I saw a Mr. Body(James Ong),though, whose biceps were SO HUGE that they were almost the size of my thighs. hur hur. I was impressed and a little scared.

hur hur.

anyway, ms loh has been complaining alot to us lately, mostly about Econs and PW.
i pretend to be sympathetic but all i could focus on was trying to find out what was the brand of the undies she was wearing. they were peeking out of her low pants. they were calling out to me to have a look. anyway, i figured they were DKNY.
oh side story.

We were having ACES day training and to my surprise and curiosity, something was sticking out from Mr Botak Chu's crotch. i couldn't figure it out! i thought it was some kind of piercing but i think the piercing was in the wrong, um, location. if i understand correctly, i think it should have been lower.

in any case, i have yet to solve the mystery because i didn't really want to stare too intently as his colleague, Ms Koh was sitting opposite me and she might start wondering why i was eyeing his crotch.

hur hur.

Anyway since our GP topic is about prejudice and race, i've come to realised sometimes the reason why some of the people are still around even though they aren't good at their work, was because of their race.

I said that I wouldn't be surprised if that were true because that's just how the world works. Shit like this happens all the time and while I'd like to change it, I think it'd just be easier for me to annihilate the whole world.

But I also blame the stigma on some really lazy Malays. they give us a bad name, yo. Damn you mats and minahs!

2006-08-13T19:25:00.000+08:00

was it just my imagination?

i was in bed earlier and my bed moved.

hur hur.

slightly.

it wasn't like it was in the room one second and in the hall the next, but it definitely moved.
like someone bumped into it.

it wasn't me because i was riveted with the TV programme i was watching and was definitely not moving.

hur hur.

exciting?

i'm kinda dreading having to sleep alone tonight. hur hur.

what can i say, i'm a wuss!

anyway, please watch Click. it's such a great movie. i nearly cried twice!!

so did the girl next to me.

i saw her (out of the corner of my eye) discreetly fish out a tissue paper to dab at her eyes.

and i heard people sniffling.

it was moving! the movie, not the people.

i, well, i had tears streaming down my face. it wasn't THAT sad but i'm suffering from mood swings, so give me a break. i'd rather you not speculate and tell me your unfounded comments. i swear i will kick your ass if you do. lol

hur hur.

okay. i shall prepare for bed now.

2006-08-11T20:32:00.000+08:00

I think i laughed too much

Today, i was off to the mosque with my dudes, whom decided to pressure me into walking faster so one of them stood next to me, when all out of a sudden, he said, "Eh. Sorry. My underwear is a little tight!"

He then spread his legs and pulled at his undies through his pants.

I have since lost my sight.

hur hur.
-------
last night, I was drifting off to sleep when someone ran across the house or started jumping about. Whatever that person was doing, it was loud and it annoyed me. When I woke up today, my parents asked, "Were you exercising in your room last night?!"

ha ha ha.

Apparently everyone heard the noise but none of us were making the noise.

Exciting?

Spooky, I say!

-------

So today, I did my little laundry.

As I was taking out his clothes from the spinner, I saw something in there that made me scream.

You'll never EVER EVER guess what it was that I saw.

It was a bat.

No, not a baseball bat.

A very REAL bat, the kind that flies.

it stared up at me and i screamed bloody murder.

it was dead, of course but you know, still, you'll never think that you'll ever find a bat in a washing machine.

apparently my cat brought home a bat and hid it in my laundry.

i was wondering why the hell the laundry smelled fishy.

so now you know.

a bat, when washed, smells fishy.

there's a piece of useful information for you right there.

apart from a bat, i also found a CD in the washing machine.

it's just like a treasure trove!!

2006-08-09T21:38:00.000+08:00

even bigger things are happening in the world of Heider

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!

i love National Day.

This year it's especially significant for me.

Because it's also Free-From-Sukhvinder Day.

hur hur.

Sukhvinder is of course, my GP tutor.

in any case, i don't know what it is but National Day has a way of making me feel proud to be a Singaporean.

In school, it's the only day that i'd sing the national anthem. hur hur hur.

eh. Goh Chok Tong just sang it wrongly. hur hur hur hur hur hur.
he was distracted by the choppers carrying the flag. i don't blame him, it IS a pretty awesome sight.

hur hur.

the *F-16 jets just flew past my house!

hur hur.

i'm not sure i'm giving you a running commentary on the parade but it gives me something to do.

hur hur hur.

the choppers just flew past my house!

man, the birds in my neighbourhood are sufficiently traumatised.

you know, i've been to the preview and i've seen the fireworks but i know that at 8, i'll be parking my ass at my balcony waiting for the fireworks as i have been doing since i first moved in here.

hur hur.

in any case, you know how the president will walk around to inspect the guards of honour? and sometimes he'd stop to talk to a few of them? i wonder what they talk about.

President: So, you're looking sharp today.
GOH: Thank you sir. It took me hours to iron my uniform.
President: Right. Are you feeling quite bored then, just standing here, doing nothing?
GOH: Yes sir. In fact I'm a little hungry.
President: Are you? Well. Fancy some kaya bread? I have one in my Fun Pack.
GOH: That would be great sir.
President: Righto. Well come get it from me later. Bye!

hur hur. okay. maybe the conversation would not go quite like that. That sounded much too English. hur hur.

or what if when the parade commander asks the president, "Mr President, may I have your permission to get these **people to march off?" and the president gets cheeky and says, "No, you may not."

What happens then?!

are there contingency plans for situations like this?
see, this is why i'll never be president. hur hur.

hur hur. okay. i shall go now. i'm going to get ready for the national day songs. the REAL ones, like We are Singapore and Stand up for Singapore and not lame ones like This is My Home or whatever's this year's song is. Who the hell is Keira Gong anyway? I still do not know who she is.

Speaking of which, I'd still remember the pictures i took during last year National Day.

Super patriotic uncle with his flag-in-a-hat.Pfft

Do they look like sperms to you too? Okay, tadpoles..

Soldiers in camouflage. So sexy. If you can't see them, they probably did a great job at camouflaging themselves. Or it could be that I take sucky pictures.

Soldiers in a tank-like thingy

I actually took more pictures of the mobile column (tanks and whatnots) but alas, I'm short and so I had to tiptoe while taking the pictures so most of the pictures came out blur. Bah! The tanks and all were pretty impressive though. We intercepted them on our way back home and they drove along the roads, preening away and waved at the people along the streets, like they were the Queen of England.

2006-08-08T23:10:00.000+08:00

the tiny dot celebrates

i woke up today to the sounds of the next-door auntie belting out some Chinese tunes (i doubt they were nationalistic in any way)

nevertheless, it was an excellent day. i sang the national anthem with gusto and ahmad even did the dance no. 40 during one of the song (or better known as the Taufik and Rui En dance shown repeatedly in screens at MRT stations last year), except that when he did it, it looked nothing like the dance.

see now, normally i'd say "i couldn't decide which was worse." but seeing as how today is a special day which invokes special patriotic feelings within me, i'll say "They rocked! How I love being a Singaporean!" or something like that.

I promise I'll go back to disliking people tomorrow.

my chicken nuggets and drumlets and hot dogs are all cooked up and i'm all set and ready to dig through my clothes to search for that elusive red top.
have you?

I demand that everyone who leaves his/her home tomorrow wear something red. Undies, tops, bottoms, bras, whatever, as long as something is red. It'll be fun!

2006-08-07T19:36:00.000+08:00

let's be patriotic, shall we?

Heider celebrates her nation's 41st birthday tomorrow!
i'm not usually this excited about National Day but they're having fireworks display at Marina Bay this year! So exciting! I've never watched fireworks before (quite sad, I know). Usually I watch the high-level ones from my balcony when they have the parade at the National Stadium but that's just not fun.

This year I'll be at Marina Bay with my guys and then we'll be heading to Stadium to watch the parade and the fireworks. I do realize that I'll be caught in an ocean of makciks, aunties, minahs, mats and the likes but just for one day, I will not make fun of them because we are all Singaporeans after all.

ahem. I'd break into a National Day song right now but I should try to restrain myself, eh.

In the spirit of patriotism (although, I must admit that it seems like they are trying to brainwash us with seemingly nationalistic propaganda. gasp!), the LED boards on the expressways all read "Singapore celebrates - Wear Red"

And wear red, you shall, oh you faithful readers of my blog! I hate red tops but I'll wear one because the LED boards say so. And you should too.

We should all follow the footsteps of these cabbies too, flying the Singapore flag oh so proudly on their cabs:

2006-07-28T18:32:00.000+08:00

today started out PERFECT.

i woke up at 5.07am, which is WAY too early, just because i had forgotten to pee before i went to bed and therefore my bladder was full.

i am very disturbed.

i like Paris Hilton's song.

Stars Are Blind.

Should I just cut off my ears now? Clearly I have lost all ability to distinguish between music and random noise.

hur hur.

In my defense, however, I didn't know it was her song. Until today. Damn it. She didn't sound like her.

hur hur.

my hotmail account got hacked into. AGAIN.

this is getting to be VERY annoying. why i didn't remove that account completely, i don't know.

i'm kicking myself in the ass at this very moment.

if i ever find the bastard who did it, i'll burn him alive. okay, i probably won't. but i'd think about it.

anyways, Wednesday was our soccer match which yes i did score AGAIN, not to disappoint all you fans out there. However i was caught f-ing myself alot of tyme during the game.

cursing and swearing, i was eventually called up by the referee. it was like an 'internal call' and it could only be ONE person.

Nordin.

"Heider, could you come over?"

I walked over and the next 15 minutes was dedicated to a lecture on how I should be more confident and not be so fearful and that I was the ONLY player he'd ever met who was so scared of others.

i think many of those who know me would have laughed at that. i'm not scared of people. i'm only scared of my mom and people who have the ability to beat me up. hur hur hur.

i dont think that my unwillingness to be caught in conflicts should be misconstrued as fear. conflicts waste my time and i have enough drama in my life. but NO, okay. Nordin says i'm scared therefore i MUST be.

now, i'm the sort of person who doesn't like to waste time correcting people's mistakes. i will point it out once and if you say i'm wrong, i will not point it out again. unless, of course, i was feeling particularly argumentative that day. hur hur. i used to argue my case until i won but i've gotten older and being headstrong is just too annoying.

ANYWAY.

the higher ups noticed the mistake and told him off. unfortunately, i crossed his path while he was looking for someone to blame. so there you go. it was my fault even though i pointed it out to her twice. in fact, i spent quite some time telling him that it'd confuse people. but no, it was my fault because i should have pushed for my case.

like i have nothing else better to do with my time.

i told him that it's not that i was fearful but i didn't want to overstep my boundaries. i know my place in the team and i'm not going to sidestep others. but apparently i SHOULD. and I HAVE TO. Or i will forever be disadvantaged. I think he cursed me a little there.

hur hur.

i didn't like that he kept comparing me to the 'Swensons, Geralds, Muhaimins' he's worked with before. i'm not them and the only time you should ever compare me to someone else is if you're going to tell me that i'm prettier than them. ok thats gay.

hur hur.

in any case, i've learned the hard way that one should never ever overstep one's boundaries in the team. it's the quickest way to the death of your place

and this is also why everyone likes me and hates him.

hur hur hur hur.

okay, everyone tolerates me.

2006-07-17T19:15:00.000+08:00

i have to go to school. oh noooooo.

i hate sundays. sundays mean that tomorrow is a school day.

i hate waking up early on monday. actually, i hate waking up early. period.

if i ruled the world, id make it such that we'd school for only two days and rest for five. of course, we wouldn't be able to get much done but so would everyone else. so in comparison, it doesn't really matter.

hur hur.

oh i don't know what i'm talking about. i'm in pain. I went mad and bit the crap out of my arm. i have 8 scratches on my back. how sexy. good thing i don't have a medical checkup coming up or the doctor'll think that i tried to kill myself again. the last time that happened, his nurse saw the scratches and asked if i tried to commit suicide. i laughed and said no and she refused to believe me. i know because she told the doctor about it and i think he was all set and ready to counsel me.hmm

hur hur.

i hope tomorrow is a good day.

i wonder what exciting drama tommorow brings.

anyway, Meet the Parents on saturday sucked. The only people that turned up was me shu ning and wei jie. Along with all the refugees that came.(Parents)

oh well. i know i shouldn't pass judgment but i was bored out of my mind. there was nothing else to do.

i went in late so the only seats left were the ones facing the door instead of the teacher. and then there were a few parents whose sexuality i really really reaaaaaallly questioned.Hmm i wonder who's parents are those?..lol

and the food sucked. i kid you not. and the parents kept smuggling food! tsk tsk tsk.
and i was stuck with people i didn't know, who weren't very exciting. i sat next to an aunty who kept looking at me quizically everytime i said something like she hadn't heard what i had just said. it was very tiring to keep repeating everything i said.

and there was one aunty who was really annoying. she kept talking loudly and well she wasn't very funny.

man, i'm so grumpy.

But it does help when ms loh kept bitching to other parents abt my performances in school. haha

Just so you know, for a teacher, she isn't very bright.

2006-07-11T05:22:00.000+08:00

why's everyone still clothed?!

Italia!!!

i'm so glad i decided to watch this game. i missed the first 7 minutes though. i woke up just in time to watch zidane take the penalty. i thought i had overslept and that it was already the penalty shoot-out. hur hur hur.

speaking of zidane, i can't believe he's stupider than rooney. that headbutt was so uncalled for. but it definitely added to the drama. hur hur hur.

but kudos to the french for playing a great game. they did better than the italians in the second half. and i don't think anyone should blame trezeguet for missing the penalty. he's too pretty to be blamed.

hur hur.

oh dear god. i just saw gattuso with his pants off! gah. not a pretty sight.

in any case, as you know, the trophy is passed from winner to winner every 4 years. i wonder, what happens if say the current holder of the cup loses it? i mean, it could happen. especially if i
have anything to do with it.

hur hur.

maybe i should write in to FIFA. i'm sure now that the finals are over they'd have the
time to entertain my questions.

hur hur.

Forza Azzurri!

i think i shall have some pasta later to celebrate the win.

hur hur.

god, i'm so full of shit.

2006-07-09T15:35:00.000+08:00

because i'm a filial son

Yesterday was my off day but i had to work.

for free too!

i helped out at my friend's mom store because there was some event at the mall and there were many many many people.

you know what the highlight of my day was?

playing with the cash register and the NETS machine!!!

i've always wanted to be a cashier. as unambitious as that may seem. but i've always had a fascination with the cash register and when i was younger, i asked my parents for one for my birthday every year. they eventually relented and got me a huge calculator that was able to print receipts.

hur hur.

and when my cousins came over, i'd force them to play shop with me. i'd put stickers on the stuff in my room, pretending they were price tags and my cousins would pretend to be shoppers who'd 'buy' these items and i'd be the cashier.

hur hur.

i should stop divulging snippets of my stupidity with you, really. hur hur.

in any case, we were about to close the store when a Dutch lady came to purchase a blouse and she took quite a lot of time trying the different blouses on. i had to zip and unzip the blouses for her several times and got an eyeful. in fact, i saw the naked bodies of many old ladies today because all of them were trying out blouses with zippers at the back. hur hur hur.

ANYWAY.

after the dutch lady had decided on which one to get, i unzipped it for her and she proceeded to take the top off in the MIDDLE of the store. hur hur hur.
thank God she noticed where she was midway and said, "Oh dear! Sorry! Sorry!" and scuttled back into the fitting room.

hmm.

now that i think about it, when she entered the fitting area, she failed to pull the curtain close. i had to do it for her, mostly because i didn't particularly want to see her naked. hur hur.
but she was very pleased that i was so nice to her even though all she bought was a $15 blouse. she obviously hasn't heard of the smiles2006 campaign going on in our country. ahem. hur hur. I am Going the Extra Mile for Service!

ha ha ha.

anwyay, speaking of service. i was frustrated with this kid who took my call at the Pizza Hut hotline. I was trying to order a pizza for my friend's mom and some fried chicken for them. Please understand that I've done this before and I've never had any problems until today.

Kid: Sorry sir. If you'd like to order from KFC too it'd be a separate order because this area is served by two different restaurants. Meaning there'll be two separate riders who'll deliver the food.

Me: Oh is this a new policy?

Kid: No sir.

Me: Okayyy. But usually only one delivery guy comes even though I order from both KFC and Pizza Hut.

Kid: Sorry sir. This area is served by two different restaurants.

Me: This isn't new right?

Kid: No sir.

Me: Okay, well nevermind then. If it's a separate order then it's a separate order. Go ahead then.

Kid: Okay. (mumbles) 6......X......X.........X.......X..............

Me: (interrupting his mumbling of my phone number for the 2nd time) Just so you know, I've placed orders like this before and it's usually just one delivery guy that comes.

Kid: Yes sir. But this area is...

Me: (interrupting again. hur hur.) I didn't move house, you know. hur hur hur. I've always ordered from this address!

Kid: Oh! Hmmm. Sorry sir. I don't know.

Me: Okay okay, nevermind. Go ahead.

Kid: 6......X......X...........X.........X.... Hello? Hello?

Me: Yes?

Kid: Oh.......X...........X.........X................. Mr........Hei........der...........
(long pause)

Kid: Sir I'm sorry to inform you that the restaurant in your area is not able to make any deliveries at the moment due to the overwhelming number of orders.

&^%$&^.

What a bloody waste of time.

hur hur.

by the way, I made him repeat my order over and over because i ordered some baked pasta and he kept referring to it as baked rice. i told him i didn't want any pineapples with it so once
he got everything right, i hung up.

the baked pasta came and it was FILLLLLLLLLEDDDDDD with pineapples.

i bet he did that on purpose.

I counted SEVENTEEN pineapple pieces.

i should have found out what his name was

HMMPM!!

2006-07-01T07:36:00.000+08:00

tonight i blog again

germany won.

4-2 on penalty shoot-out.

i feel a little sad for the argentines. i mean, their goalkeeper did get injured, thanks to Mr. Klose and his knee. his substitute looked a little nervous. I'd be nervous too, with all that hair getting in my way. How could he have seen where the ball was going with his hair flying all over his face?

anyway, one of the argentines hit the back of some dude in a jacket but i didn't know why! the commentator was saying, "Seems that some of the Argentines aren't happy with a particular German who was."

Yes.

That was the end of the sentence.

Because Starhub cut the telecast short.

"Was WHAT?! WHAT?!!," I yelled at the TV, to no avail.

Now I have to read the newspaper to find out why they were so pissed.

Damn it.

You know, i feel a little sorry for Diego Maradona, who has been so sporting, flailing his arm in the air, like most of the Argentines. I have no idea what they were singing but apparently every Argentine did the same thing and sang the same words. So, kudos to them for their spirit. hur hur. I wonder what Singaporeans would chant if it were the Singapore team playing.

REFEREE KAYU! REFEREE KAYU!

Because obviously we're going to lose.

hur hur.

I only found out this year that the host country of the World Cup gets automatic entry into the finals (Not the finals, finals. Just the round of 32, i think.). So there you go, an opportunity for Singapore!

All we need to do is host The 2010 World Cup and we're all set! We'll get the ah longs (or whatever you call bookies or people who are into match-fixing) to fix the matches so we'll realize the dream of winning the golden trophy.

How about that?

We could have concurrent matches at the National Stadium (reserved for games played by the Singapore team, only the best of course) and we'll leave the neighbourhood stadiums for the teams that are really good, like Brazil, Germany, etc. so that they'll play at lousy football fields and hopefully injure themselves. Then only the underdogs will rise and then at least it wouldn't look too obvious that we cheated when we win matches against them.

hur hur.

I am a genius, I know.

But for the record, dear ISD personnel, I do love Singapore.

hur hur.

2006-06-29T20:16:00.000+08:00

singapore idol sucks, yet here i am, watching it week after week

Singapore Idol sucks.

bah.

the judges suck too.

hur hur. i thought Jacintha was wearing earphones and i thought, How rude! She's listening to

her iPod when giving comments!

i've never claimed to be bright, okay.

hmph.

hur hur.

anyway, her 'earphones' were actually her earrings. odd-looking ones at that.

in any case, something happened at school today. but i can't remember what it was. damn it.

i'll be back when i recall what it was.

hur hur.

AHH

two of my exam results are in.

i won't have to go to school anymore! lol.well considering what i've obtained.

B for Physics and D for Econs. Darn, Ms Loh thought that i could an A and chided me when i did terribly. Nvm, i shall now transfer all my lustful energy now towards her. wahahas

hooray!

doesn't it surprise you that i'm actually able to pass?

hur hur.

well it surprises me.

tsk.

in any case, today i fucked up big. not just big, MASSIVE. actually, i'm not sure if it was my fault. but anyway, there was EoM due today. unfortunately, the WHOLE class forgot to take note

about it.

anyways, usually i'm the one who informs my group to do all their respective tasks but so does my secretary. this time, neither of us did.

oops.

good thing no one yelled at me. i'm starting to think they're too nice to me. i'm waiting for the moment someone loses her temper and goes straight to killing me.

hur hur hur.

i do not doubt for one second that it will happen eventually. haha

2006-06-20T21:39:00.000+08:00

all that lust and only a 23/50?

i am disappointed.

disappointed in Mrs. Hot Stuff today. wahahas

week after week, i showered her with such lust and she only gave me 23/50 for my essay?

how could she? after i so diligently attended ALL her classes and assignments(except once when i greeted her by a plethora of incredible alibis) albeit unprepared???

hmph.

actually it's not too bad. the essay is only a certain percentage of the whole grade. hur hur.

but still, a 23??

i should be getting A+ for all the lustful energy i directed towards her.

damn her! wahahhas

In any case, Wilson was particularly annoyed with me and Ahmad who logged into his Friendster account without permission. How we knew his password, you wouldn't wanna know. I must say that it wasn't a very creative password. Not to fret, however. He'd already changed it to a super creative one. I just hope he'd remember what it is. wahahas

which reminds me. thanks to them, i discovered today that i can't talk while peeing. i was in the loo in school when both of them came in and said, "Heider? Are you in thereee?"

They then began a conversation with me while i was trying to concentrate on peeing. i ended up taking twice as long to pee than i usually do. and let me tell you now that i take a REALLY REALLY long time to pee. i always get paranoid that people outside are speculating that i'm doing a number 2.

Ok i think i shall stop before you become an incipient of visual diaorhea. wahahas

2006-06-19T10:58:00.000+08:00

My friend and I were talking yesterday about a prank call he received recently. He said he felt as though he was transported back to his past because well, you usually receive prank calls when you're a teenager.

This then led to me relating my story, as a teenage guy, to him. How naive and foolish I was. Back in the past, the Teens magazine had a special Classifieds section, where you can advertise to sell your crap there. I'm not sure if they still have it or if they still have the magazine, in the first place. hur hur hur.

in any case, i used to be an avid reader of the Sweet Valley series back then and accumulated so many books that I had to sell some of them off. being the business-savvy teenager i was then, i placed an advertisement. however, i was stupid enough to include my phone number.

now Sweet Valley books were about these two twin teenage girls and how they basically led their lives, etc. and the target audience was obviously for girls.

Of course, NONE of the callers were female. and i actually received a phone call from a guy who
asked, "What colour underwear are you wearing? Would you like to sell them to me?"

hur hur.

oh the sick perverts.

i was undeniably traumatized but well, at least it taught me a lesson. hur hur hur.

As I grew older, my role changed and I was the pranker instead of the prankee. When we were studying for our exams, Ricky and I would call up guys we liked and also random strangers from the phone book, looking for the elusive Ah Chong and the following conversation would ensue:

Ricky: HELLO? AH CHONG AH??!!!
Stranger: Sorry? You've got the wrong number.
Ricky: AIYAH!!! AH CHONG AH! WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!
Stranger: You've got the wrong number!!!
Ricky: AH CHONG AH! AH CHONG!!!!!

and it would continue until the person hangs up or we couldn't contain our laughter anymore.

hur hur hur.

ahhhhh. those were the days.

anyways, Ricky told me that he had missed me. awww. so sweet, huh!

unfortunately, he didn't miss me enough to admit to me whether he's still a virgin.

hur hur.

2006-06-18T12:24:00.000+08:00

Heider is sad

i am sad because Cote d'Ivoire lost.

sniff.

they played so well! they deserved at least a draw. i swore i thought i was going to have a heart attack several times. wahahas

i have deformed feet

my feet have sprouted a deformity.

okay, not quite.

but ive noticed that the extreme left toe of my left foot keeps sticking to the toe next to it.

it's scary.

i am tired. i shall go to sleep!

on a completely new subject, thanks to Michael who was guilt ridden and called to ask how i was doing. hur hur hur.

well actually he was wondering if i was dead.

i love that about him. absolutely no beating around the bush.

hmph.

hur hur

have you bought your daddy a gift? in celebration of fathers' day, of course.

2006-06-11T23:25:00.000+08:00

i have been tagged

one of the perks of schooling is that my body is conditioned to wake up at a ridiculously early hour every single day. just once, i hope that it'd somehow figure out by itself that it's the weekend and give me a few extra hours of sleep. but noooooo. the ONE time i get a few extra hours of sleep was on a WEEKDAY, when i was sleeping instead of being at school.
hur hur .

so what does a guy do when he's up before the sun is? he blogs while watching World Cup match highlights.

hur hur hur.

i'm such a boy.

i watched the England-Paraguay match, which was not at all very good. And the referee reminded me of a man I'd rather not remember. But I had an awesome time laughing at the way he wore his shorts (above his waist! ha ha ha.). hur hur. He sucked. Just like the man I despise. hur hur.

On the other hand, the commentator? I liked him. He was rather amusing. He used some really WEIRD words, like 'pushing and prodding'. hur hur. and 'lusty challenge', in reference to some paraguayan (is that what we call them?! hur hur hur. i wouldn't know. maybe paraguayites? hur hur.) player's head colliding with the almost-crotch area of the English player. well, at least, i THINK that was what i heard. hur hur hur.

in any case, can't believe the singaporean referee gave out the first red card of this World Cup. so exciting! is it just me or are people keep telling me he is kinda cute? Maybe desperation is starting to set in as people age. hur hur.

ANYWAY, moving on, Jon tagged me. so i've got that to amuse me while waiting for the rest of the house to wake up.

3 SCHOOLS I WENT TO:
- Opera Estate Primary School
- Ping Yi Secondary School
- TPJC (The School of Hard Knocks)
hur hur hur.

3 THINGS IN MY BACKPACK:
- My wallet
- My hair-wax (i need help in looking less scary where i can. hur hur.)
- My keys

3 THINGS I DO WHEN I AM STRESSED:
- I talk to myself
- I get grumpy
- Soccer!!

3 famous people I'd like to meet:
1) Maggie Q
2) Donald Trump (to fix his hair)
3) Omar Knedlik (the man who created Slurpee)

3 PLACES I GO ON A DAILY BASIS:
- school (with the exception of alternate saturdays and sundays)
- Gym
- The internet (What? in this day and age, it IS considered a place. hmph.)

5 locations I'd like to run away to:
1) Switzerland (but I'm not sure I can run there. Maybe a plane?)
2) Turkey (hot halal women there)
3) Morocco (to eat the Moroccan sausages I keep seeing on TV)
4) London (lots of shopping to be done there)
5) United States (to dethrone Bush and take over as President. Also, to shop at the factory outlet malls I keep reading in Archie comics)

3 NAMES I GO BY:
- Heider
- Hei
- Oi!

5 bad habits I have:
1) Burping
2) Pessimism
3) Always always bitching about other people
4) Making bad, unfunny jokes that only I laugh at

3 THINGS I'M WEARING RIGHT NOW:
but i'm wearing less than three things now. so let's not get into that. hur hur.

THE WHOS

WHO IS IN THE HOUSE WITH ME?
- My parents, brother and a refugee my brother took in (his friend)

WHO AM I THINKING OF RIGHT NOW?
- Jasmine, from Singapore Idol, for some reason. I don't do much thinking in the first place. and when i do, i think of strange things/people. hur hur

WHO DID I SIT WITH DURING MY 5TH PERIOD IN CLASS?
- I wish I was still in school.

WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON I TOLD THAT I LOVED?
- Myself. That's right, I stand in front of the mirror every morning when I wake up and I say, "Oh dear God. Heider, you're GORGEOUS. I love you, you sexy thing, you." hur hur hur. okay, i didn't. i can't remember the last time i told someone i loved him/her. i don't think i have that much love in my life. how sad. hur hur.

WHOM DO I WISH I WAS WITH RIGHT NOW?
- Cheng! The World Cup should not be watched alone.

WHO GETS ON MY NERVES MOST IN SCHOOL?
- Ahmad, obviously. But that's only because he's a boy. I discriminate, what can I say? hur hur.

THE WHERES

WHERE IS MY PHONE?
- I have no idea. On the bed, I think.

WHERE DO I SLEEP?
- In bed. What the hell kind of question is this?

THE WHATS

WHAT COLOUR SHIRT AM I WEARING?
- Brown!

WHAT DO I LIKE MOST ABOUT SCHOOL?
- That I don't have to go EVERY SINGLE DAY, unlike holidays. hur hur.

WHAT IS MY FAVOURITE COLOUR?
- Hot Green

WHAT DO I WEAR MOST OFTEN JEANS/SHORTS?
- Pants. I no longer have the luxury of wearing jeans. Sniff. Well, except the weekends.

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE I WATCHED?
- X-Men 3.

THE WHENS

WHEN DID I START SCHOOL?
- 1995. oh God. almost 10 years ago?!!!

WHEN DID I LAST GO TO THE MALL?
- Friday. And I got lost there. hur hur.

WHEN DID I LAST BURN SOMETHING?
- Like, with FIRE? hur hur. I burned a CD the other day. How exciting.

2006-06-10T01:09:00.000+08:00

we're too old for this shit

upon the request of my friends, we threw a surprise party for Nancy (her b'dae) yesterday evening. Okay, we didn't really throw the party, we were just the...surprise mechanism...if you will.

All the sexy ppl posing for the camera

So we were actually supposed to meet Janice and Nancy at 7.30 this evening to go for dinner at Seoul Garden but I told Haruna to call Janice to tell her that I'd fallen again and that I couldn't walk. But to my disppointment haruna was busy posing herself for the gay albeit sexy indian waiter. (I prayed to God to ask Him not to make that lie come true. hur hur. Just in case!)

In reality, I was actually outside Seoul Garden with the others. hur hur.

We then entered in Seoul Garden and went to eat and lastly light the candles.

But alas, the damn wind.YEAH RITE..wahhaas

We lighted the candles for the second time(haruna's fault, of all the years of candle placing exprience, how can u put the candles upside down?!) and I attempted to shield the candles from the wind but failed. ok that part abit exaggerated. wahahas

Oh how we laughed. Albeit quietly.

When we were ready to surprise her, we barged towards the table and then was startled for a moment. I was searching for Nancy. There were so many people and I couldn't figure out which one Nancy was.

hur hur.

I finally spotted her and yelled, "Surprise!!!" (I almost yelled Happy Birthday! hur hur.)

Anyway, we planned on celebrating her birthday for one night. But after celebrating it for four hours++, I am absolutely exhausted.

Damn the ageing process!
Some say this is Fear Factor but i say this is my DINNER!! woo! He stole my cake!!?! He left me with no choice..

ok sorry to burst your bubble of excitement, but i didn't kill him.

Who says girls only take pictures in toilets??

On a lighter note, i watched soccer tonight! after 2 months. i think.

in any case, my friend was going on and on about how this was an important match so i decided to watch it. i had nothing else to do anyway.

hur hur.

but now i don't play soccer that much now, because well, it's tiring. hur hur. and if you think about it, you're just going round and round chasing a ball. which seems a little pointless to me.

i still watch it though, during the World Cup, of course. too much soccer, as i have rediscovered tonight, gives me a headache.

i think it's too exciting a game to watch on a daily basis.

tonight i watched the Germany and Costa Rica game and to my delight, i thought i saw Fredrik Ljungberg.

ahhhhhhhhh.

but i forgot that he was playing for Sweden.

anyway, girls will probably know him in this capacity instead.

so divine!

anyway, if his team lost, many girls, i bet, will be hoping that he'd take his clothes off in disappointment.

sigh.

oh well. one can hope.

2006-06-04T11:02:00.000+08:00

apparently they've gone deaf

i finally watched the first piano show of Singapore Idol.
let's just say that i had to fast forward the tape(YES! tape!) because i didn't think i deserve to put myself through such torture.

i only watched 3 full performances - Terence Tay, because he's my friend's friend, Jonathan Leong, because I've got a crush on his lips, wahahas and Paul Twohill, because he amuses me.
the others were too excruciating to watch.

oh dear God.

they should just cancel the show!

and what is up with all these people singing recent hits?

not very exciting, you know.

Where's Stevie Wonder? Where's Dionne Warwick? Where's Bobby Caldwell? Where's Elton John? Where's Joe Cocker? Where's Luther Vandross? Where's Lionel Richie?

COME ON!!!

bah.

anyway, i think the judges are pretty rubbish too. i mean, seriously, Dick Lee? His jokes? SO unfunny. At least Jacintha was amusing. And I'm bored of Ken's perpetual the-male-equivalent-of-PMS-induced look.

you know what though?

i'll still continue watching.

hur hur.

mostly because i'm looking for specific moments where someone screws up and say something stupid and i get to make fun of them.

like Gurmit saying, "Adam Family".

It's The Addams Family!

i didn't even watch the movie and i know what it's called. and you're the one in showbiz?

something is WRONG with the WORLD!

2006-06-03T00:28:00.000+08:00

Massive things are happening in the World of Heider!

1) I woke up at 8am today. 30 mins AFTER i was supposed to be IN the school. I woke up and thought to myself, "WHY IS THE SUN UP?!" I felt SO terrible. But u noe wad?! it turns out that there wasno class today!?! wth. and Wilson jus sms us 5 hrs after the lesson had long gone. bleah. Anyways, i didn't get reprimanded by ahmad for being late. At all. My friends are weird.

What happened was my phone was on silent mode, so when the alarms (yes, PLURAL. to prevent the VERY possibility of me oversleeping.) went off, the phone merely vibrated.

TSKKKK.

I got ready within 15 minutes and took a cab. When I got to school, I realized that I wore the wrong undies with the wrong pants! The undies were too high and the pants were too low. And the undies weren't the sexy kind. They were red and polka-dotted.

Oh God.

It was a supremely uncomfortable day for me.

2) I got a MASSIVE surprise last night. But it's not my story to tell. Too bad.

3) I had another surprise on Wednesday. Got ang bao from ms Loh. Honestly i felt kinda bad for not being present at the day of the wedding. We;; as they say, there's always next tyme! wahahas

4) I dreamt that I got together with a 17-year-old Japanese girl I met at a food court. She wore a pair of blue sequinned skirt. I was probably so traumatized by her clothing that I needed a few extra hours of sleep to get over the shock, hence resulting in my oversleeping.

Gosh.

This past few days have been very eventful for me. I wonder what tomorrow brings.

hur hur hur.

just earlier today, i was asking my teacher in the library what she was munching on.

Me: Do you have nuts in your mouth?!

ha ha ha. I couldn't resist it.

she then placed two nuts together and said, "So small la."

hur hur hur.

we're SO juvenile.

she's 10 years my senior, you know.

hur hur hur.

but she's great fun! i love her!

hur hur.

Lastly, one might ask, Dear Heider, what are you doing blogging on a hectic school day?

The answer to that would be, "Well [insert name], I am sick. In fact, I think I've got food poisoning. I'm pretty sure I can pinpoint the reason to why this is so."

Bad cookies.

It's okay, it's okay. I've thrown them out.

Not before I ate another two though.

But in all honesty, I did check to see if there were anything with legs crawling all over the
cookies. I couldn't see any! So I figured you know, well, they must be safe.

Until I started thinking about micro organisms that i COULDN'T see. Then I felt disgusted with myself and threw them out.

hur hur hur.

So now we know. Heider is a PIG! At least I'm a pig who realizes that he's a pig. There's GOT TO BE some credit in there somewhere for me.

in any case, now i'm paying for the damn cookies. serves me right.

2006-05-28T21:04:00.000+08:00

today i watched The Xmen 3 with my 2 bros, my ever-dependent movie buddies..wahaha.

hur hur.

in any case, the movie was cool. way better than the previous 2, I suppose. I've read the trailer so it was kind of an anti-climax. hur hur.U noe there was suppose to be Gambit played by Sawyer( the LOST guy with a blond hair), but he refused to take up that role at the account that both Gambit and the role he played in LOST were pretty much the same.

it wasn't a very pleasant experience, however, because this dude next to me kept FIDGETING and FIDGETING throughout the movie.

He was probably uncomfortable because he was pretty tall but the fidgeting was almost incessant and I wanted to smack him. He also periodically sat forward and started scratching his back. In fact, he scratched quite a bit. He scratched and scratched and then I started to scratch too. I don't know, something about people itching makes me itch too. So there we were, two strangers scratching away throughout the movie.

It was pretty annoying.

Him, not me. Especially since 5 minutes into the movie, he turned around to the people seated behind us and placed a finger over his lips and went, "SSSHH" because apparently they were eating too loudly.

He also kept turning to look (and undoubtedly casting evil stares) at my lil' bro who was happily eating his popcorn and munching away a tad too loudly for his liking. I resisted the urge to join him and chew the damn popcorn with my mouth open. Good thing my mom taught me manners.

hmph.

anihow, cheap thrill

several things were said today that caused me to giggle helplessly:

1) Me: (eating a banana fritter that had been left out for a few hours) EH! This banana is damn hard la!

2) This was the best one of all. I was in the train this morning, when this guy in his late teens or maybe early 20s walked in and opened his book entitled "Plato, not Prozac: Applying Eternal Wisdom to Everyday Problems".

sounds pretty normal, right?

well i'm not done yet.

so there was, with his book in front of him and his bookmark between the pages and he started reading.

OUT LOUD.

That's RIGHT.

He read the book OUT LOUD.

hur hur hur.

I don't know about you but it was a first for me! And he'd read it with SO MUCH enthusiasm and after he read one bit, he'd pause and reflect on it.

hur hur hur hur hur hur hur.

i was SO amused!!!!

you know, maybe he was just being kind and sharing with everyone in the train just how you can apply eternal wisdom to everyday problems.

see? i'm sure he had good intentions at heart!

okay. hur hur. i'm done giggling.

2006-05-24T16:45:00.000+08:00

will the pounding ever stop?

my head has been aching since last night.

tsk.

this always happens when i'm studying. my brain gets jolted from months and months of inactivity for the rare occurrence where i actually utilize it for purposes such as exams and such.

i'm sort of done with the studying for my Econs and Malay but whether or not i have retained any information is yet to be determined. i shouldn't give too much of a shit about it, really, considering it's not my core subject. however, i'm the overachiever, or at least that's what i'd like to think of myself. hur hur. and so i tend to overtry. then again, i always fail in my attempts
anyway.

i should just give up!

On the up side, this blog achieved over 100 hits on Monday and Tuesday. I usually get about over 10+ hits a day.

do you know why this number increased tenfold?

because i wrote about boobs falling out.

hur hur.

see? what did i tell you!

hur hur. the world will never run out of perverts who google for boobs.

hur hur.

in any case, this afternoon i met the funniest man EVER. it was late so i took a cab home and the cabby was hilarious. hur hur hur. we talked about politics (as all cabbies do) and then the conversation moved on to racial groups and cooking, of all things.

he said that i should eat pig bones because they helped to cool your body temperature down and also make you stronger, like him. so i asked if he could push the taxi to my house instead of driving it. wahaha.

then he started talking about malay food and how much he liked to eat mee rebus. which then moved to malays in general.

Cabby: You know ah, I say something you don't get angry hor. Malays ah, always got very beautiful houses. Then ah, they make house beautiful beautiful already, they sleep on the floor because they don't want their bed to get messy.

Me: HAHAHAHAHAAA.

Cabby: Correct or not?

Me: How I know, uncle? I sleep in my bed leh! Hahahahaa.

Cabby: But no lah, Malay very good. They very workharking!

hur hur.

he meant hardworking.

oh how i laughed. hur hur hur.

i meet the funniest people!

okay, time to go and watch TV after being very workharking the whole day.

2006-05-22T19:21:00.000+08:00

Today, i saw a woman at the bustop having a bad bra day.( i know, i've got nothing better to do) wahaha. She wore a bright blue bra under a white shirt and didn't even realize it until at her friend told her. people are going to think that she's a slut! attempting to show her bra off to the world!

then, the straps kept falling off her shoulders so she had to keep adjusting them. and when the straps fell, the bra became looser and looser and at one point, her boob almost fell out of it.

i know, i know. you're screaming, "TMI!!! TMI!!! AAAHHH!"

you know what though? i'm going to get a lot of hits on my website today, thanks to the search results to "boobs".

anyway, i laughed so hard when i saw the new NUS Business School ad. the one with the caucasian girl who said, "Mom! I'm going to Singapore!", like it's something good.

hur hur hur.

and then the mom said, "I hear the boys there are too cute." hur hur hur. what a LIE.
it tickled me to no end.

but at least it's better than the ad with the horizontal bar graph. hur hur. that was sooooooo idiotic. sorry NUS fans. in any case, NTU ads aren't any better. hur hur. but at least they have nice photos?

By the way, stupid story for you, heard bout some rumours going on in school.(the truth shall not be reveal..AHEM) wahaha lame.

Anyway, i think that some people should just keep their traps shut or the person might just have to beat the crap out of them.

i think it's unfair to be judged by someone who doesn't even know him.

ok now, the fact that this post is rather trashy shows that i'm rather deprived of entertainment u see..

i think i shall drug myself up now.

2006-05-18T21:55:00.000+08:00

epitome of stupidity

today's SPA practical wasn't too bad though. the only bad part was that i forgot to bring my watch. and of all the seats that i was allocated, i was seated behind a beanpole(ahmad). so i couldn't see the clock at the front of the lab.ok i digress. wahhaa

good thing the guy, Farhan, next to me wore a HUGE watch. the kind of watch from which you can tell time from a mile out.

hur hur.

so i kept sneaking peeks at his experiment set-up and graph to pace myself and i had been doing really well till he caught me looking and i pretended to scratch my forehead, you know, pretending that i had no idea what the answer was.

i should be an ACTOR!

and he moved his answer script aside!

Hmph.

I wasn't trying to copy his answers! hmph.

hmmmmph.

anyway, something stupid happened to me today.

hur hur hur.

i boarded the wrong train to school!

i boarded the west-bound train instead of the east-bound one.

GENIUS!

and i didn't even realize it until the train had stopped at three stations.

hur hur.

i was wondering why the surroundings looked so odd.

i ended up taking 1.5 hours to reach school.

hmmmph.

it's all the stupid school's fault!

i had a sudden huge load of work because the common test is right around the corner. But i shall not detest. wahaha

like for example, first, my revision for my economics paper is worrying. i've finished reading my notes and it seems as though i've understood most of what i read. as i said, worrying. this has never happened to me before.

hur hur.

i wanted to read the powerpoint slides but it turns out that it's full of rubbish and not at all relevant to what was taught in class.

okay, a LITTLE relevant but you know, i couldn't find many of the terms i encountered in the lecture notes. like market failure and how they work.

i still have the many many reports to read though.

two, last night, a beetle flew into my shirt!!!

i was attacked by a beetle! aaaaaah!

okay, i wasn't really that panicked because i thought i had imagined it all.

but then it BIT ME!

in my....chest area.

damn beetle.

must have been a female beetle.

hmph. of all places to sink its teeth (or whatever it has sunk) into me.

2006-05-14T07:16:00.000+08:00

Woohoo yesterday was our oh-so-not-progressing dragonboat session and how nice. Only 16 dim-witt dullards turned up. But what the heck, we still managed to beat the living crap out of the other boats!! BY A MILE i tell ya!!

well except for the boats belonged to all those mansluts whom practically wore nothing i presumed and had the body i can just envy. Mind you, they were rowing their boats with such gusto. Maybe they were drug with steoriods that i didn't know about. hmm.

Anyways, just so you know, my knowledge of the dragon boating is extremely limited to the point that it's just embarrassing.

Then again there's always practice. And as a result, our ' vice-captain', Farhan, repeatly asked me to paddle just so that he can pin-point my mistakes and say "HEIDER! TWIST TWIST!! ...Wrong!!..U mustn't bend ur rowing arm."

Hmph.

Don't mind doing all that, obviously but it gets a tad bit irksome when the calls come in every minute. wahaha

SEE and because of that, i am convinced that i am suffering from arthritis. my wrist hurts like a bitch and is practically useless now. i can't lift things with it or even scratch my head for that matter. anything that involves me rotating my wrist.

Anyway, on to happier things. i saw a very hot chick at the nearby Kallang stadium. but i thought to myself, "Heider, with your luck, she's probably attached."

And she was.

SO TRAGIC.

aaaahh.

Oh yeah, i saw a local Malay celeb while we were at KFC.

i always find it funny when local Malay celebs look at me and smile in the hopes that i'd say 'Oh my God! You're so and so'.

I wouldn't know a local Malay celebrity if he/she bit me in the ass. wahaha

Or something less crass.

anyway, it's Mothers' Day today. Have you bought your mom a present? I haven't! Because I haven't got any money.

hur hur.

my present is my presence at home today.

hur hur

2006-05-11T21:06:00.000+08:00

maybe if i stare at a map hard enough?

people might not know this but i'm a planner. i like to have things organized with a system and i am constantly planning, planning, planning in my head. of course i am much too lazy to put any of these plans on paper. hur hur. people say people who plan are no fun, that they aren't spontaneous.

i beg to differ.

i can break into a jig while talking to you. if that ain't spontaneous, i don't know what is. okay, maybe insanity is a factor here, but that's a whole other issue. so yeah, spontaneous. and i am fun! I am great fun!

I think.

so anyway, yes. planning.

quarterway through my prison (jc. ha ha ha.) term, i planned what i wanted to do after i graduate. i thought it was a FABULOUS plan.

the problem is, i can't remember what it is.

I'm still trying to decide what I want to do after I graduate. Do I want to take a break? Do I want to continue studying? Do I want to work immediately?

I've forgotten all the answers I had.

damn it.

I feel like I should take a break. I'm old and I am tired. I've been studying for 16 years and when I wasn't studying, I was working.

hur hur.

At this point, I would like to say, I know what you're thinking. 16 years?! And the result is...THAT?

Yes. Who said going to school will make you smarter? It doesn't!

hur hur.

So anyway, I'm thinking of taking 1 or 2 months of break but my mom insists that I find a job right after I graduate.

I think she wants me to start supporting myself so she can get rid of me. I am wise to her plans!

hur hur.

maybe it's not such a bad idea to work immediately. but it's not a bad idea to take a break and visit my friends overseas either. One of them *ahemrickyahem* gave me a dressing down for feeding him LIESSSS about visiting him. hur hur hur. I didn't lie! I said I'll go when I've saved enough money. Which I haven't. hur hur.

I think I need a sugar daddy.

hur hur.

or maybe if i stare at the atlas long enough, i'll be able to imagine being in Australia. hur hur.

i think i should just go to bed.

tsk.

2006-05-10T19:30:00.000+08:00

what is with the heat?

i have showered three times today.

with my sweating and the hot weather, i'm ready to melt.

on a separate subject, nothing funny has happened to me lately. hence, the lack of good posts.

i've been feeling sorry for myself lately and it's been taking a toll on me.

hur hur.

you know, i've been singing the wrong words to Kungfu Fighting all these years.

did you know that it's "everybody WAS kungfu fighting" and not "everybody WANTS kungfu fighting"?

HA! I bet you didn't, did you!

Or maybe you did and I'm the one with the hearing impairment.

people have been telling me about pop-ups and the damn Fart Button that have been appearing on their blogs.Some said mine too! turn on your pop-up blockers, people!

anyway, my weblog advisor, Ahmad, long lost son of Dr Vivian Balakrishan, has told me that the tagboard is probably the one causing the pop-ups.

so, many have turned comments on and see what happens.

i need your feedback, though, because i don't get pop-ups when i visit this blog. my computer obviously is better than yours.wahahaha

hur hur hur.

okay, okay, i kid.

in any case, do let me know if the pop-ups are still...popping up.

if they do, then i'll just stick with the tagboard and you will have to live with it, i guess.

hur hur.

i hate the comments function. too many steps!

anyway, 100 Plus with Lemon suuuuuuuccccks. kinda tasted like runny dishwater with a twist of lemon.

2006-05-08T17:30:00.000+08:00

somebody give me some money already!

chan soo sen yesterday came by in his PAP truck with a loudhailer, thanking us for voting him. i must admit, i was a little excited. i rushed to the balcony, mostly in the hopes that he'd be SO happy with his win that he's decided to drive around the neighbourhood throwing cash into the air.

what?

a guy can hope.

Anyway, today i was having oral test in class and i apologized for sounding like a drag queen. after class, my Malay tutor asked, "Eh, you sick ah?"

Did she mean to say that I sound like a drag queen all the time?

I am quite perturbed now.

damn.

today i saw a pretty pretty girl with impossibly long legs.

Long, sexy legs.

and the greatest hair. EVER.

she had a cute (in my opinion. but ive always had bad taste in men.), rich-looking caucasian boyfriend.

but she had big feet. feet that were too big for a woman. and she was rather tall for a woman.

a friend asked if she was actually a 'he'. so we decided to find out!

we tailed them (it was my idea. im a freak.) and i heard her talk.

definitely not a woman. wahaha

he was more attractive than me! it's so unfair!

i'm going to retreat to bed now and feel sorry for myself.

2006-05-07T11:04:00.000+08:00

Heider votes

so chan soo sen(bet u all don't know who the heck is he right? Ha Ha Ha) won majority of the votes in my constituency.

seeing him on tv, it doesn't seem like he has THAT large a head after all. but it was quite amusing looking at him with thousands of garlands around his neck. all i could see was his head!

hur hur hur.

i was also amused by the Malay commentator on tv because the election results kept coming in and he didn't have the chance to update the Malay viewers. And when he finally got the chance, he was groping around for his notes with moments of awkward silence.

hur hur hur.

anyway, enough about the elections.

ohhmmmmm

I am at peace.

I am calm.

This must be what it feels like to be a grown up.

okay, maybe not.

This must be what it feels like to be sedated.

hur hur.

i'm in a better place now (does this make me seem as though i'm dead?) and things that used to bother me no longer bother me.

i must have let things go or maybe i've just lost the will to care. I think it's tiring to care sometimes.

in any case, tonight i was reacquainted with someone from my past. from the past? well, he was an old friend. i hadn't spoken to him for more than 5 years. i think.

i don't remember much but i remember the lies and i remember screaming "Aaaahh! Fuck off!"(oh shit sorry for the language..lol) into the phone, telling him never to call me again, sobbing( ok i kid wahaha), while my parents looked on in confusion.

tsk.

and me, outwardly expressing my emotions YET again.wahaha

hur hur.

i no longer hate him, not like i did then. my friend and i started a rumour that he had a green and rotting...ahem...appendage.

hur hur hur hur.

WHAT? I was young. I didn't know any better!

we (my friend and i) still discuss it from time to time, wondering if it's finally fallen off.

i am so evil.

hur hur.

anyway, he's in a bad place now and as much as i try to deny it, i can't.To be honest, i don't quite like that his life has fallen apart.

hur hur.

i do feel sorry for him but ironically, it makes me feel quite good that his life is quite rubbish right now. =.=

i love it when what has gone around finally comes around.

hur hur.

and as for this other situation which i was feeling rather ambivalent about, i'm letting it go. it's just too time-consuming to plot for evilness.

plus, i'm at peace and i am calm. yes.

hur hur.

but i wouldn't mind it if HIS appendage turns green and rots.

hur hur hur hur hur.

okay, i shall stop talking about castration and rotting appendage. this is not going to make me popular with the girls and would certainly not bring them to the yard.

2006-05-05T15:02:00.000+08:00

Run like the wind and fly like the..er SEAGULL!!

Track and Field Meet today was spent rolling around in school, begging for death..argh! jus cant believe we didn't even won anything!?!..-_- bleah

However, one particular stellar moment occurred during our 12 X 100m when our baton was dropped by one of the runners from the other house!!

How uncool is that?!

Now, we may be a wuss by complaining. but i'm also stupidly eager to win. WE WERE SECOND for God's sake!! lol. so some of us insisted that we should complaint, besides all the gerls were there,so it was tyme for us to show-off our masculinity. wahaha

My oh my seeing all the competitors run jus makes my adrenaline go sky high. Goodness me, all the JC2 ran like damn super fast man!If I went any faster than them, there'd be smoke coming from my heels. Or rather, what was more likely to happen would be my legs detaching itself from my body and flying across the damn track. whahaha. ok NOT funny!! haha

oh, look at me, turning green with envy.

today was actually pretty damn tiring and it doesn't help when excited girls come in hordes, their voices reach a supersonic pitch that WILL make you lose your hearing especially during the cheer. then you'd have to talk louder and louder to get yourself heard and they ask you a million and one questions, all AT THE SAME TIME.

then there were girls who stood in front of the bustop, saying "Beautiful. Beaaauuutiful." over and over. Sadly, they were referring to the medals and not me.

TSK.

ok today had to go home early because of the silly elections thing. so we had to evacuate by 1pm. lol. So dat means NO GYM!!!?! wth. ok nvm. at least i can have my oh-so-nice beauty-sleep and den study!! woo! sigh.

eh tomorrow's polling day.

so exciting.

hur hur.

have you decided who to vote for?

i've already decided! but i'm not going to say who because MY VOTE IS SECRET!
see? okok i kid. i'm jus too young too vote. I do listen to the government once in a while though.

However, i am quite annoyed.

i'm quite annoyed that the PAP truck comes by every morning and wakes me from my slumber.

on the other hand, the WP candidate has been awfully quiet. i have received only one pamphlet from them.

how disappointing.

why haven't they visited my home to ask me if i have enough money and that if i vote for him, they'd give me more?!

why?!!!

but i'm quite disturbed by the lack of cuteness factor in both candidates. one of them has an unusually large head while the other looks so frail that if i were to exhale really strongly, he
might just float away.

and neither are cute.

why? is my constituency not important enough to have a cute man running it?

oh shit.

ok i shall stop. this is turning gay.

oh while we're on the subject, i'm under the Joo Chiat SMC and not Marine Parade GRC. i live in the SMC which is now riddled with prostitutes. exciting, huh?

hmm. something to think about

2006-05-03T20:02:00.000+08:00

TODAY? ...redundant

okok i shall not talk about any of my bdae wishlist or wadeva again...cos its so ..er..gay! wahahaha..kk.

well today in school was rather short.(wednesday is the earliest dismissal time).But somehow i always find it to be the longest and dry day of the week. However, time was preciously spent by playing games in our GC. woo!!

So instead of going to the macromedia flash shit, i end up playing soccer and do some self study in the library.

YES ALONE!! wahaha.

To be frank, I kinda regreted making the decision which i thought was rather innane as torrential rain started to pour in shortly after. And although i had tyme to go for the course, i was sticky and smelly. Plus, the sight of sweaty ass straining against my lycra shorts didnt do me any favour. wahaha

But nonetheless i did my CONDITIONING!! today... a euphemesim for gyming actually for all ya'll slow readers. wahaha

anyway, today i saw a pretty girl at school during recess. Well actually, she wasn't that pretty, but she exuded such charm that took my breath (and my friend's) away. So pretty and so...yum.

but then again, such pretty girl has got to be taken by a gay.

Such is my luck. tsk.

so today my friends and i met up for coffee, to which i said, "I don't drink coffee." So, one of my chinese friend replied with, "Okay, fine. Tea or chendol." To which I replied, "WHY CHENDOL?! JUST BECAUSE I'M MALAY?! STEREOTYPE!!!!"

because i'm a drama mama like that.

for the record, i don't quite like drinking chendol either. the green worms freak me out.lol

and then SingTel messages me today saying that I've been selected to party at Ministry of Sound.

oh right.

because i'm just the party animal.

hur hur.

2006-05-02T20:25:00.000+08:00

all women are stupid but i'll forgive the pretty ones

okok the oh-so-long weekend was spent with me studying and celebrating my bdae with ma frens. Yeah about the b'dae..AGAIN..wahahha..

this year, i haven't really got a clue what to do on my birthday,initially. this year is the first year that my friends and i have decided to celebrate our birthdays like the adults that we are. no more surprises and no more gag gifts like big grandma underpants. lol

this means that i have to plan my own birthday, which i haven't done for ages now. i can't have a huge party because let's face it, i don't have THAT many friends.

so tragic.

actually i don't know why i'm fussing about what to do on my birthday because i'm only in it for the presents. hur hur.wahahaha

But it turned out that we just eat dinner at Breeks and yeah play some pool after that. How very uncool. = ((

yeah we ate at breeks!!

ok. let's just say that it's one of those places that you should only eat at once in 5 years because oh my god, it's so expensive. for neutrals i mean.

and lets just say breeks is rich people talk for 'kopitiam'. wahaha

and we certainly did not eat $150 worth of food. muahahah

it could have been more. phew.

the food itself wasn't too bad. i loved the pasta. mmmmm. it was delish!

so was the ocean wad crap drink.

hur hur.

the place was kinda dark though. i mean, i'm sure it's supposed to contribute to the ambience but half the time, i wasnt very sure what the hell i was eating.

hur hur.

plus i got lost finding my seat.

okay, so maybe i shouldn't blame the lighting for that, considering im lost half the time.okok i kid.

in any case, i saw a very hot girl there. so this place gets top marks from me!

hur hur.

in any case,during the weekend, i was reading the Yahoo! news for my GPP and saw Singapore in it. It excites me whenever I see Singapore making international news because this will mean more idiots (i mean, people. because idiots are people too.) out there will know where Singapore is and quit asking me if Singapore is "next to China". Some people might say that this event has put Singapore on the map.

I don't understand that phrase, you know, 'putting Singapore on the map'. I mean, were we NOT part of the map before? Are we like, Bermuda Triangle or something?

I do realize that I sound like a himbo but oh well, all in the pursuit of self-amusement.

*flips hair

2006-04-29T12:02:00.000+08:00

who's been selling my information?!

today a woman called me and started asking me about my education background.

she then asked me if i was interested in getting a second opinion on my resume.

Heider: Oh sure. Why not?
Stranger on the phone: So what industry are y...
H: Wait. At what cost?! (For some reason I was stupid enough to think that they'd do it for free!)
S: Ummmm. Could I send you an email about that?
H: Oh okay, sure.
S: So, Heider, what industry would you like to work in?
H: I don't really have a preference.
S: So you would be interested in working in the finance industry.
H: Oh, except that. hur hur.
S: Oh. ha ha ha ha. Umm...so I'll send you an email with more information about our services then?
H: Okay. But before you do, where did you get my number?
S: Ohhhhh. (getting nervous) Ummm...we did a survey at your school before.
H: Oh but I didn't take part in any surveys.
S: Ummm. It was two years ago.
H: I definitely did not do any surveys two years ago.
S: Ummm...uhhhhh...
H: It's okay. I'll wait for your email.

hur hur.

i probably shouldn't put people in a tough spot like that but i'd like to know who's been selling my information. i don't think it's my school though. the only career consulting company i saw and left my details with was not the one who called.

unless THEY sold my information!

HOW INAPPROPRIATE!

Does that make me an information prostitute?

And they, my pimps?

i'm hilarious, i think

so.

this is the logo of the Workers' Party (WP), the opposition party that will be contesting my constituency.

yes i noe i'm still to young to vote.yadayada

note the hammer in the logo.

i was asking wilson why it was a hammer and he said because workers used hammers. well, they use other tools too! why is a hammer more special than sayyy, a screwdriver? hmm? if i were in the WP, i'd use a tool box in my logo.

hur hur.

in any case.

the hammer, it represents the WP.

ahmad asked me the other day which member of the WP will be contesting my constituency.

i said,"Maybe it's MC Hammer."

hur hur.

man, i'm so hilarious!

2006-04-26T19:21:00.000+08:00

Heider is collecting birthday hugs and kisses. please form a line.

okok i kid. Anihow today i celebrated my bdae in skool, old school style. Gotten cards..er..cake, prezzies, chocs..er..yeah wishes!! ..woO! surprisingly even ma teachers noes ma bdae!!..and yeah ma Econs teacher too!!! muahhaha..yeah we had the norm ..pics galore(i dunnoe why but for some reason i couldnt smile wen in front of cameras. hmm)

yay.

in 2 days time, i'll be free!

FREEEEEEE I TELL YA!

my head has been aching since last night.

tsk.

this always happens when i'm studying. my brain gets jolted from months and months of inactivity for the rare occurrence where i actually utilize it for purposes such as exams and such.

i'm sort of done with the studying for my price elasticity floor ceiling, taxes, govt intervention but whether or not i have retained any information is yet to be determined. i shouldn't give too much of a shit about it, really, considering it's not my core subject. however, i'm the overachiever, or at least that's what i'd like to think of myself. hur hur. and so i tend to overtry. then again, i always fail in my attempts anyway.:)

i should just give up!

i've finally decided to stop studying for my paper at 7pm today. i've decided enough was enough! that studying anymore would not help tomorrow. that i should just leave it in the hands of God.

hur hur.

that's right.

one of my tutor's advice for the exam was:

1) take a look at the past year exam paper2) try to answer the questions3) then say to yourself, had it been a different situation, how different would my answer have been?4) pray

i've done number 1.

and i THOUGHT about the answers.

and then i skipped straight to number 4.

there's nothing else i can do now, i think.

but i look forward to the end of the week

Anywaes,

What an great way to usher in my birthday. Wooo! In any case, thanks to those with birthday wishes and er.. handshakes?? guys

Online, with an Australian friend of mine

Heider: You should have bought two items online and the first was a handphone tag.

X(not sure wad's his name though): Handphone?

H: Oh I meant mobile phones, sorry. We call them handphones over here.

X: Why?! You people are weird!

H: I don't know. Probably because we use our hand to hold the phone up?!

Yes, I realized how stupid that sounded the moment I said it.

What, as opposed to normal phones where you use your feet to hold them up?

I don't know.

I was having a slow yet fun day.

Tsk.

2006-04-24T20:55:00.000+08:00

my dream girl

i'm tired of studying and i need to amuse myself so let's talk about my dream girl, shall we?

Heider's Dream girl

1) breathing.

okay, i kid.

hur hur hur.

i'm SO funny!

Heider's Dream girl

1) Intelligent, but not TOO intelligent. I need to be able to understand what he's talking about. hur hur.

2) Shorter than I am. Sorry, I'm a heightist.

3) Loads of disposable income to buy me shoes.

54 Funny. Big must. What is life without laughter?!

5) Confident but not overly so. Overconfident girls are such a turn-off. Pfft.

6) Must look younger than I am. I'm vain, I can't help myself!

7) Doesn't think short shorts are for public wear. Unless she's jogging.

8) Showers at least twice a day.

9) Thinks I'm gorgeous, naturally.

10) Not a pushover. It's just no fun.

11) Kind, compassionate and all the good stuff. Because I AM. I AM, okay! Well, I can be. When I feel like it.

12) One who doesn't say that a person only needs two pairs of shoes - One for casual wear and one for formal wear. Gasp. Tsk.

13) Gives me my space. I don't like clingy girls.

14) I don't like overly sappy girls either.

Okay, there are more, obviously. But the more I write, the more I realize why I'm single and will probably die alone.

tommorow's going to be an excellent day. i can feel it in my bones.

and why oh why wouldn't it be an excellent day?

it's my birthday!

my 18th birthday, might I add.

okay, fine. 17th.

tsk.

2006-04-20T15:20:00.000+08:00

Odd One

i just got an email from Hotmail saying that someone was trying to contact me.

Look what I received!

Hi sweet

For all male (men and guys) I love sex so much. I can send to you sex movies and photos too. I can play with you on cam too. Please fell free to add me to your messenger and contact me any time. Every thing with me top secret I'm not give any body my friends ID pleas don't worry about that. I must be sure you are really male not gerl try to play with me for that I must see you or hear your voice 1st. I love all male feel enjoy.

okay, i cracked up.

hur hur hur.

my first instinct was, Damn it. Which one of my friends sent me this?

so i replied to the message (despite the warning bells going off) and asked who it was.

conversation ensued and she asked how old i was. I said 17 (i forgot that i wasn't 17 yet! gasp! stupid April birthday!) and she said, "Wow! That's a hot age!"

hahahahahaa.

You hear that? I'm not getting older, just hotter!

she then asked if I liked movies (okay, admittedly, I was intrigued by her despite the sex comments. hur hur.) and she kept saying this is "top secret!" So naturally I thought he was talking about Top Secret! the movie with Val Kilmer in it.

Then I realized that she said the conversation we were having was top secret and that I shouldn't tell my friends about it.

I told her that there was NOTHING to tell. i'm just talking to a weirdo online, like I often do. But of course, most of the times the weirdos are my friends (I love you guys!). hur hur.

Then he asked if he could show me a video. I thought it was Top Secret! but I was smart enough to ask if it was porn.

hur hur.

She didn't say if it was but she asked if I was a 'shy guy'.

hur hur hur hur hur.

God, I was so amused.

in any case, I got bored so I left. But not before blocking her.

hur hur hur.

Just in case she tries to embarrass this shy guy with inappropriate videos again.

hur hur hur hur hur.

aww. she might potentially have been a pervert but she sure was amusing. hur hur hur.

2006-04-18T20:23:00.000+08:00

OMG! AHH!

today's was lk the end of the 3 test that i was supposed to had this week!

aaaah!

and i screwed up.

so exciting!

okay, at least i did finished studying for the today's paper. i should be thankful for that.
anyway, i felt quite sick( although didnt really show) the entire day, completely convinced that i was going to die. the nausea lasted the whole day so i thought that i was probably pregnant. hur hur.

i'm a drama queen like that.

but i feel better now. i had some Milkshake earlier today but it didn't help. It only lifted my spirits. tsk. so disappointing. BUT this does not mean that my love for Milkshake is waning. hur hur.

anyway, a stupid story for all yall deprived from reading materials.:)

when i was younger, my dad told me that the word 'incident' is a small version of an 'accident'.

For instance, when a car hits another car but no one is seriously injured, it is an 'incident'. if there are serious injuries, however, it is an 'accident'.

when i was younger, i thought the word 'condom' was just an abbreviation for 'condominium'.

when i was younger, i thought that if the heels of your shoes were too high for you, you can get the cobbler to cut off the heels for you.

when i was younger, i couldn't wait for my feet to grow bigger so i could wear my dad's pretty size 5 shoes. i now wear size 8 shoes and didn't manage to wear any of my dad's shoes.

when i was younger, my dad told me about how his brother and him wanted a cleft chin badly
when they were kids, because all the dashing actors had one. So every night, they'd slide a 20-cent coin up and down their chin till it bled. Both my uncle and my dad, both in their 50s, have yet to achieve a cleft chin.

when i was younger, i found out that teachers lie. my teacher told us that we would be having a test the following day. on that fateful day, i had a very bad headache (i was only 7!) and a fever in school. i refused to go home because i didn't want to fail the test. then my teacher told me, "I lied. It's not a real test. I only told the class it's a test so no one would be absent." GASP.

when i was younger, i stayed in a semi-developed neighbourhood, in that houses were still being constructed. Once, I was walking to school when one of the construction workers who was wearing a straw hat called out to me and told me to come over. I was so petrified that I ran all the way back home, crying. I told my mom about the straw hat man and she angrily went to look for him but alas, every single one of the construction workers was wearing a straw hat.

writing this post has made me realize that i was a dork then, i am a dork still. hur hur hur.

2006-04-15T03:47:00.000+08:00

so, i'm screwed

one of my lecture notes have gone missing.

and i just realized that my tutor has screwed up in giving out exam tips.

so now i have an extra set of notes that i have to study.

TSK.

so annoying!!!

i don't think i'm going to get any sleep tonight!

okay maybe i will, for several hours. i have to be up at 8. damn it.

anyway, i talked to my 17-year-old cousin tonight about boys.

Me: i just need to find a hot guy that i can marry.
Me: No wait, I'm not teaching you the right thing. Looks don't matter!
Cousin: Yes they do! Because you've to look at his face for the rest of your life.

So clever!

Me: Well, yes. But even a hot guy would look like crap when they grow old. Unless they're Bruce Willis or Tom Cruise who look pretty good even though they're old.

At this point, I'd like to clarify that I hate Tom Cruise. I wanted to use Riche Sambora as an example, but I doubt my cousin'd know who he was. hmph. Kids.

Me: The best time to look for a boyfriend is when you're in poly. So go look for one!
Cousin: Okay, but you have to too. Or else I might get married before you do!

I will smack her (as non-violently as i can, of course) when I see her next. hmph.

Me: No no. It doesn't work that way. You are not allowed to get married before I do. Or I won't go to your wedding. I'll sabotage it!

And this is why, people, I should never consider a career in teaching.

2006-04-13T05:29:00.000+08:00

what ever will i do today?

I was watching TV earlier this week (and NOT studying. i desserve to fail, i know.) and I saw my uncle on the trailer for Golfing Escapes, that new show on Channel 5. So I texted him and asked if it was him. He called me in return.

Uncle: That wasn't me! You've got it wrong!
Me: Oh right. You're a *driver, you don't play golf!
uncle: Yes, that dude was Chinese. I'm Malay, remember?
Me: Ha ha ha. I KNOW it was YOU, X! I even saw you with your mouth open, eating God knows what.
uncle: What the hell were you doing watching Channel 5 anyway?
Me: (a little disoriented from the sudden change of subject) Eh? What? Why can't I?
Uncle: There are so many other channels to watch!
Me: Oh sorry, I should be watching Suria and looking for you there? hur hur hur.
Uncle: Why did you change your number?!
Me: What? I didn't change my number!
Uncle: Yes you did! It's different!
Me: I dont have a bloddy phone b4 this in the first place. lol
Uncle: huh ok but I lost my phone! I did!
Me: But still...Admit it! You deleted my number!
Uncle: Okay, damn it. I thought I had gotten rid of you.
Me: Ha ha ha. I'm telling everyone you'll be on TV! Which episode will you be on?
Uncle: I'm going to make you watch the whole season! Ha ha ha!
Me: Oh nice. I'll kill myself first. Ha ha ha!

hur hur. he's such a weirdo.

anyway, the back story about why he's a driver. he's actually Chinese but he's really tanned from playing golf so much. I used to argue with him telling him that golfing wasn't a sport. You don't do much apart from swing your arms, and you don't even make an effort to chase the ball.

Instead, you drive a buggy to the ball. You don't even carry your own golf clubs! But of course, he said it was a sport of precision. Yeah yeah, whatever.

hur hur.

in any case, so due to his skin colour, many people (who stereotype others. tsk tsk.) think that he's Malay. and he's always dressed in a shirt and pants, so people always think he's a chauffeur.

hur hur hur.

Once he was filling up the tank of his BMW, some man approached him and started talking to him about his career as a chauffeur.

hur hur hur.

ANYWAY, i have exactly 5 weeks to my exams.

and i have yet to study.

aaaaahhhh!

actually i wasn't really quite panicked about it until i spoke to my friend who was worrying about his exams which are 3.5 weeks away.

tsk.

so i figured that i probably should start panicking since i have 5 weeks 3 days 13 hours 45 minutes and 55 seconds to study. ok lame

but...

there's still laundry to be folded downstairs.

and i want to clean my room.

you know, the other day, my mom talked about getting a housekeeper (as opposed to a maid). and i was elated!

but nothing's happening.

maybe she tricked me!

which she often does. hmph.

if only i could hire someone to study for me and when he/she is done, i'd just hold my head against hers and the information is transferred into my head.

damn it.

2006-04-04T18:24:00.000+08:00

John Bongiovi and his sparking white teef

i just watched Today's episode of Oprah with Bon Jovi on it.

my God. i didn't know women could scream that loud. I had to lower the volume so my mother wouldn't think cats in the neighbourhood were being skinned alive.

anyway, i'm a fan of Bon Jovi, of course. Who isn't? But I must say that I liked Jon Bon Jovi less after he got that new shaggy haircut and whitened his teeth to a blinding shade of white that I often try not to look directly at the TV screen when he's on.

He's got huge teeth which makes the whiteness more apparent.

And that hair.

There's this girl in school who has a similar haircut and I call her Jon Bon Jovi. Which really isn't a compliment.

Okay, I shouldn't be mean. My hair is in a worse state. hur hur.

But anyway, I shall forgive him for his bad haircut and his white teeth (which has shifted my preference to *Richie Sambora) because he's such a nice man, donating books, computers and clothes to underprivileged kids and $1 million to the Angel network.

I wonder when someone would spare a million dollars for me. Imagine how many Milkshake machines and shoes I'd be able to buy!

Sigh.

Watching Oprah always makes me long for a seat in the audience. People, all of you should write to Oprah RIGHT now about my obsession with Milkshake and my tutor so that one day (hopefully my birthday?), Oprah will come knocking on my door, bearing a Milkshake machine.

Hmm.

I'm not sure which one I would kiss first.

*Did you know that Richie Sambora does the "rao rao" sounds in It's My Life? Listen to it, you'll know what "rao rao" sounds I'm talking about. hur hur.

Anyway, now that i'm done with school, i probably won't have to take the train for a while. buses maybe, but not trains.

this pleases me so because i get very agitated when i take the train during peak hours. i can't comprehend why people, especially the ones who dress up like they have professional jobs, cannot seem to take a few steps forward, out of the train and stand by the side of it to let others get out of the train. there are some who stand IN THE MIDDLE of the damn door opening and expect people to walk AROUND them.

i encountered this today.

of course, i pushed him and strolled out.

idiot.

i will not hesitate to push anyone out of my way if i think they are being selfish. they deserve it. muahahaha. so much for a gracious society, eh?

I do realize that I sound like a himbo but oh well, all in the pursuit of self-amusement.

*flips hair

2006-04-03T21:12:00.000+08:00

out-of-commission joints

Oh dear me,lol. I'm sorry to disappoint all my faithful readers. My comp has been nuthin but useless and its beginning to get into my nerves. But nonetheless i'm able to use it now and shud be glad at the way it is. :)

Today i attended a Super.P.E headed by a sadist named Nordin. Even though he came in a sweet and sexy bloated package of a body, he was ruthless. He kept screaming at us to go FASTER! FASTER! FASTER! If I went any faster, there'd be smoke coming from my heels. Or rather, what was more likely to happen would be my legs detaching itself from my body and flying across the damn room.

Now, no thanks to him, every joint in my body hurts, muscles I never knew existed are hurting. I can't move 5 metres without groaning in pain. And when I alighted the bus, an elderly lady was alighting at the same time and we both groaned as we stepped off the bus.

And now i had to reduce my gym trainings to every alternate days. darn.

ANYWAY.

i've also got a crush on my Economics tutor which oso turns out to be my home tutor..whee how nice. She has such a beautiful, lean bod and nice small hands.

Hmmm. I've never thought about this but I think i've got a thing for small hands.

But anyway, she speaks weird. She reminds me of a bimbotic teenage girl whenever she talks. Hur hur hur. I think she is one of those God-given beautiful specimens of beings for me to ogle at but should never speak. I've been disappointed numerous times by pretty women/girls who don't look too pretty after they start talking.

Like for instance, this dude and his teenage girl talk. And this restaurant manager women who I had a crush on but talked with a 'lian' accent AND had a grey tooth. I liked her so much better when she kept her mouth shut, figuratively and literally.

But then again, she's married and I'm not. So maybe having a grey tooth is sexier than I thought.

Hur hur hur.

And I realize that this post is full of rubbish but I've had a rather rubbish week and I'm allowed to have one day in a week where I just type my thoughts verbatim with no self-censorship, whatsoever.

Also, that's the first time I've ever used the word 'verbatim'. I have no idea if I used it correctly, but who cares? Hur hur hur.

I'm going to sleep now.

2006-03-19T00:27:00.000+08:00

a letter

Dear Boy With the Annoying Phone on the MRT today while i was out hangin' with ma mom and brother :),

i know you think your phone's cool and that you feel the need to show it off by playing loud music on it for everyone to hear. Everyone who was in the same MRT carriage as you.

Everyone, including me.

I have a question.

What the hell was that playing on your phone? Was it even English? It sounded like someone with a tongue infection trying to rap. I couldn't make out what the words were and I was pretty sure you couldn't either.

Boy, why are you listening to songs like that? Why don't you listen to songs that are universally-liked, like Air Supply? They are so much easier on the ears than that noise blaring from your phone.

You know, while I stood there, pretending I was not irritated with the music you were playing ever so loudly, while everyone else glanced at you repeatedly with much annoyance, I entertained thoughts of nudging you so your phone would fall to the ground and I'd accidentally stomp on it to death.

I also thought about accidentally on purpose crushing your phone with my huge, heavy, dinosaur-era ass. But lucky for him, I decided not to.

Thank God you finally alighted and everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Okay, they did not really, but I bet they were mentally doing so.

Boy, I've got a piece of advice for you. Music blaring from your cellphone is not cool. If you really want to be cool, carry a boom box, like they used to do in the 80s. or God knows which era.

If you can't do that, then get a pair of earphones like everyone else.

With much wisdom,Guy with the monster ass.

2006-03-15T20:03:00.000+08:00

Mr. Hot Hot Hot Bod

i'd like to dedicate this whole post to my extremely-over-buff tutor for my Economics class.

ahhhh.

he is so pretty.(though he only taught me for lk only 2 lectures.)

okay, actually he's not that good-looking but man, does he work that body out.

i find myself having a hard time concentrating when he speaks because often times, i'm too distracted by that big, hard chest of his.

hur hur.

but also because i've mentioned that he talks like a teenage girl so i try not to pay too much attention to what he's saying.

i've since learned to tune his voice out and just stare at that magnificent chest and biceps of his.

sighhh.

In future, if he'd ask for input on how to improve the lecture and also what's it about the lecture that we like.

i will defnitely write "The tutor :)"

eh no no, I will wrtie "The SMOKIN' HOT tutor :)"

damn it.

and for how he should improve the lecture, i will write - "Conduct the lecture topless."

If that suggestion were to make it, I'd fail the class over and over just to retake it.

i feel quite sorry for myself though.

then again such beautiful man has got to be gay.

In any case, do check out this hilarious movie made by the me and ma gang.

i didn't know we were such great actors.

well at least i'd like to think so.

Also, a friend forwarded me this clip.

Watch it, I think it's one of the better commercials I've seen.

2006-03-13T21:44:00.000+08:00

Pointless

i am convinced that i am suffering from arthritis. my wrist hurts like a bitch and is practically useless now. NO thanks to Softball. i can't lift things with it or even scratch my head for that matter. anything that involves me rotating my wrist.

ok i digress. So what? :)

anyway, today my lecturer had her armpits damn soaked with alkalines for everyone to see. she's such an exhibitionist. then a few moments later, Aloy, Zun and me went up to her and could even saw the patch of sweaty armpits weaving its way through despite her not-so-best attempts not to made hand gestures while talking to me.

what is UP with her?!

ok maybe i shud give her the benefit of the doubt. Its so bladdie hot these days. i ought to think that she is now overcome with paranoia and will keep feeling her armpit area every 5 minutes to check if it is not prespiring. tsk. Den again, i look like a pervertress.:X

I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow. I've got a morning lecture and while I do not mind attending the lecture, does it have to be in the morning? And there's the problem of stupid people talking in the lecture theatre like they're the only ones in there. If you're not interested in the lecture, why bother attending at all? You could be home sleeping and not pissing the hell out of me.

2006-03-11T06:58:00.000+08:00

It was a good day

Yesterday's afternoon was spent with my schoolmates playing Softball (AAAAAHHH!). mmm. and also indulging myself with waffles and budget BUBBLETEA!! and not to mention the DANCE we had in school!?!

hur hur.

reliving our childhood, i say.

whee! the dance was fun!! but it wasn't as fun as MI's. maybe dat's cos i didnt dance with a gerl. how disappointing. hmm. actually i had a bet with Zun at hu gets to dance with the Nigerain chick but sadly shes was as good as taken. Wow! dats fast! Yeah gerls did ask for me to dance with them. Well, what else can i say?? I'm a PIMP by nature. lol.

But i ended up with Zun instead. okok i shall not wine. The dance i was rather easy to wade through but the cheers??! Goodness me. I thought it was kinda lame and not to mention that it was rather difficult to get the knack of. It was fun nonetheless but for some reason, I always end up reciting African chants. uh huh. ~i wanna be a TPJCIAN..~

Anywaes, I'd hope to have made the right choice in joining the Zaniest, most Challenging, and Funnest CCA in TeePeeJayCee. People say people who play softball are no fun, that they aren't spontaneous.

But i beg to differ.

I can whack the nuts out of the opponent while playing softball. if that ain't spontaneous, i don't know what is. okay, maybe insanity is a factor here, but that's a whole other issue. so yeah, spontaneous. and i am fun! I am great fun!

To be frank, i didnt want to join softball initially, practically because i'm still traumatise by what had happen to Dom last year. My fear is SO irrational that once someone is batting, im there covering my ballocks. I do realize that this is probably a serious psychological problem in that i am slowly going insane.

uh huh

Well anyhow, Aloy, Zun and me were rather the noobs there and apparently we were the first JC 1 to be present and yeah we quickly get down to the field and practice our man-handling skills while we let all the gerls do all the shitty work.

How uncool is that?

Now, we may be a wuss by not helping the gerls. but i'm also stupidly curious to try out. so i insisted that i wanted to play, besides all the gerls were there,so it was my tyme for me to show-off my masculinity.

bloody egoistic is what i am.

then again, i may have a huge ego but not a monstrous one. How's that? lol

You noe the countless practice we had during PE in secondary school? One of them *ahemmrwieahem*. I would like to give him a dressing down for feeding us with LIESSSS/bullshit about softball. well okay maybe it ain't that bad but the fact that we can't even catch the ball and toss the ball decorously, speaks volumes that we're tyro.

okok yeah we practice for a good 3 hrs and yeah met some new frens and not to mention other noobs there namely Ryan and Kok Hwee. And one thing i'd observed is that all the guys in the softball team were rather soft. in other words, they're gay. the way they speak and stuff. goodness. ok maybe i shouldn't be mean. I'm a more worser state.
:)

Also, yesterday, one particular stellar moment occured. It was when i was practising my batting. Suddenly, out of the heavens, a ball (which was lk travelling at 100km/hr) came heading towards my head. But i managed to bent down in a nick of tyme to escape in what would make a defining moment in my life.

I would probably have a distorted face to go along with the fortuitous escapade. Everyone gaped in horror at what had just happened while deafening silence ensued. Phew! talk about cheating death..

hmm but that was not the only tyme it occured, apparently, the seniors didn't do anything to prevent it from manifesting again. How i'm surprised that i'm still alive, with the multiple shocks i experienced.

all i can say is that, even if it happened, thank god there were other human beings there, so i was too embarrassed to burst into tears. :)

okok dat aside, hmm hopefully i can be good enuff to become the captain. lk cmon ar, if you're not the captain, i think i might have a better chance in volleyball cos lk no one joined it. aha

maybe if i stare at the atlas long enough, i'll be able to imagine myself being captain. hmm. we shall see.

Yeah well, I know i won't be waiting. In the mean time, I'm just cruisin.

Yeah, that's right. Cruise on. Doesn't matter when it happens.

Best of luck den?

Oh no dun tell me dat. I've had ma fair share. :)

In other news, i've realise that alot, and i mean ALOT of the gerls/guys there were tanned. well i'm refering to all of the chinese/ some malay peeps. Indian? well you haf urself to judge with. Anyhow it is very nice!! See! hu saes being brown is unattractive?! hmm. But then again, that made all of them looked the same all the while. So sad.

my body feels like it's about to fall apart after yesterday's softball trials. oh the aching, i just cannot bear.

and the snot. there's a reservoir of snot inside me waiting to unleash itself, down my nose.

hur hur.

ewww. Heider, you're so disgusting.

nyeh. being sick is never pretty.

the right side of my face is aching too, resulting in a toothache.

aaahhhh.

does anyone know the number to a hot female nurse?

2006-03-09T18:21:00.000+08:00

Is Bigamy legal?

My, oh my, i think i'm getting caught up with one of the teachers in TPJC. Shes HOT HOT HOT!!!! in a good way i tink. Yeah the senoirs there said shes a mixed blood. woohhoo. bet shes got a malay blood. SEE!! who says malays aren't that chio?!

i can't get over her prettiness!

she has such pretty eyes and such gorgeous hair.

and those boobs!

i don't know.i think i still like men though? but man, she's so pretty!

I hope she teaches me GP. fingers crossed.Gosh i tink im in love with her man!?! omg.okok maybe not love. jus infatuation. well cos true love is ur soul's recognition of its counterpart.(WoOhhOo i just make that up but YEAH it sound good does it?!?! AWWw c'mon)

classic case of the Student-teacher relationship...well, i guess it's worth going to TPJC den. Just find it very intriguing how pple can dig their own teachers....owaes happens...juz lyke in soap operas

real life aplenty.but i cant get round the logical reasoning of it.

just feel happy i'm still able to embrace the higher notions of love...whee!! lol

ok, i think i'm going to go daydream about her now instead of doing my homework

I'm a daydreaming whore! Aaah!

That aside, i did 'pon' my Vernacular today and that was probably the most sinful thing that i did up to date. :) see how saintly i am. i headed to the library instead. Well when i was walking, my progress was ocassionally halted by stray pussies.

geez, i didn't know that the school had CATS here. Not that i hated it.Its jus zero cool. Nah mean? hmm. i wonder who the hell is breeding them here. ^o)

Well when i was in the library alone, i went to cogitate my chemistry. When i was at it, the Nigerian girl came and read the newspapers in front of me.( Sorry to bring up the subject again. Jus can't help it!!)

Thoughts ran through my head. Is this it? Is it the time to go and have a brief causerie with her?

WHY AM I CLUELESS?! Sorry to break ur hearts, but i didn't.

Well I just stood there and looked into that lonely cell of humanity. No book learning, no lecture has shown me more than those few moments. Lonely the cell may be, but dark, never.(well, literally YES!! lol) She started laughing like no one else business!?!? omg i was like bewildered man!?

so that just brought a fresh wave of giggles in the library that was very tranquil.

I think she wants to scare the shit out of me so that she can get rid of me. I am wise to her plans! But of course, i did stay put.

And yeah i went to continue sketching models from books in the library. I purposefully put my sketches on the table,openly, thinking that it would attract attention from her and she would,then, talk to me. But surprisingly, she didnt care!?! wth. You don't have to be so anal rite?! lol. at least give me some recognition or critique for my artwork. hmm!

i think it's not so much that I misrepresent her as it is that the reality of her is so absurd. well sort of. Okay, enough of the drama. I'm actually quite happy for her(seeing her laughed for the first tyme), albeit a little begrudgingly.

okok enuff.

I don't really want to tell you too much either, because you're going to misreport it. You're like the paparazzi.

Anyways, when Zun and i rode the bus on the way back home, we saw two lovebirds making out. YEAH serious!! Zun admittedly saw the guy's hand went inside the gerls skirt. OMG. ok i shall not go into details as it is making me sick and u rather excited. Yeah they kiss and stuff. lk wth man. I tell u one thing though if i were to record it on video i'm sure i'll be making fortunes compared to the NYP gerl saga. But my conscience gnawed my insides and I felt sicker by the minute. hur hur

by the way, people whose blogs i read, you guys need to update more frequently. i know you have a life and all but i'm running out of reading material!

come on!

and make it super scandalous so i can discuss it with my friends. hur hur.

2006-03-08T19:22:00.000+08:00

this day SUCKS.

And NO its not PMS.

i don't know why girls love PMS, really.

hmm

i guess it's a woman's universal answer (excuse) to almost everything. and the fact that it scares the shit out of some guys is definitely a plus point. :)

anyhow yeah today i had quite a moody ending to the day. Sorry guys. Why u ask? The bladdie CCA would be the main reason and it is making me nuts.

halfway through my prison (TPJC. ha ha ha.) week, i planned what CCA i wanted to take after i that. i thought it was a FABULOUS plan.

the problem is, i can't decide what it is. Me, Zun and Aloy wanted to be in a Sports Team CCA as they want to become tan like me. :)

One of them *ahemvolleyballahem*. But sadly my mates were against it. And NO its NOT a GAY CCA!!!..well at least i think so. I guess they weren't with my rather novel idea of being TPJC's very own 'Iron Ladies.'A bad idea but novel, nonetheless. While we're on that subject, let's see a raise of hands now, who wants to join volleyball with me?

For the record, i don't even know how to play volleyball.But i'm willing to learn nevertheless. Well usually if the trophy is worth it, I dun see any harm pursuing the challenge.

I'm still trying to decide what I want to take. damn it.At this point, I would like to say, I know what you're thinking. CCA?! And getting so heated about...THAT?

Yes. Who said going to school will make you smarter? It doesn't! Should've jus stuck wif one decision. Why bother giving leeway i suppose.

I think I need a sugar daddy.

okok enuff. i tink i jus go for the soccer trials this Friday. On a lighter side, i did signed up for Outdoor Activity Club (ODAC). well that's cos we were brainwashed by the seniors there. tsk tsk.

2006-03-07T18:32:00.000+08:00

why we're ugly

i was wif my uncle along some road in Bedok South earlier yesterday night when I saw a blind man at a zebra crossing near a junction. It looked as though he was trying unsuccessfully to cross the road as he waved his walking stick in the air.

My uncle wanted to get out of the car to help him since he was stopping at a red light but none of his passengers (my mother and me) knew how to drive so he figured it was probably not a safe choice.

So all we could do was sit there and hope that someone would help him. What I saw next broke my heart.

A man, seeing the blind man, just walked past him and crossed the road while staring at him without offering any help.

I wanted to honk at him and terrorize him into helping the poor man but a cyclist saw what was going on and offered to help the blind man.

Turns out he was trying to flag down a cab, hence the waving of the walking stick.

Still, the man who just walked past him should have stopped to ask if he needed help and possibly stay with him until a cab came.

Sometimes I hate the way Singaporeans can be so selfish and not offer help to others just because they might get embarrassed if it turns out that the person in question doesn't need any help.

I've seen situations in which people need help and others just look on. It's very disconcerting. Some of my friends don't understand why I give away money when strangers ask me for some after telling me a sob story. It's not that I have money to give away. But I often give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe their husbands REALLY got retrenched and they've got no money.

Maybe they REALLY haven't had anything to eat because they've got no money, despite reeking of alcohol.

Believe me, I know that they're probably feeding me with bullshit. But maybe, just maybe they really need a little help. Who am I to say No, especially when I have the ability to help them?

This doesn't mean I'm better than anyone, really. I just think we need to help when we can, that's all. Because you'll never know when the tables turn and you're the one who needs help.

I am SO WISE. lol

as mentioned, nothing exciting happened today, apart from noticing that one of my lecturers had saggy boobs and long leg hair. Er yeah and another lecturer of mine had a great body man!! as in WOW. i jus can't help myself during the lecture. I was lk staring at his body all the way through the lecture.i kid you not!

Well at least i didnt get caught staring at him lk Zun did on one girl. :X Oops shall not say no more. kinda reprehensive.

anywaes after getting a good rollicking from my dear friend about the nigger which actually happened to be a Nigerian!!! I decided to get to noe more about her from one of the Seniors there.

and u noe wads? shes a bloody scholar!! gosh..i cant believe it. We should be glad to haf her here than the other way around man! lol..she wasn't actually posted to my class. Sad man.

hmm.

it turns out she wasn't actually one of Bob Marley ancestors. How quickly my bubble of excitement exploded. cmon ar...which idiot doesnt lk Bob Marley man.

i'm feeling a little remorseful towards her because she alwaes seemed to be in solitary. Yeah me, zun and aloy wanted to have a quick confab with her. But the prospect seems daunting. lol. Well tat's cos it's either her that doesnt lk to be mixed with or the ppl around her. Actually ethnic minorites don't appeal to me. lol!

okok i kid. kk enuff den.

We shall see whether i will eventually get to noe her better. Well, at least I got something relatively juicy outta this.

in any case, if anyone should feel like being her acquaintance and free her from her place of forlorn, please let me noe. i will love you like i love Milkshakes.

:)

2006-03-06T17:10:00.000+08:00

wOoohooo!

I'm finally back to skool! From a long "Ponning" week.

And guess wad?

I'm NOT late!!! whee!! lol

And with that, i shall award myself with a cup of milkshake today.(i don't know why many dislike it. i really revel in it! Craving sia!!)

today's the beginning of JC life and i start to feel lk its gonna be my last.-__-!! well that's cos i've come to realise that JC life is poles apart compared to MI man.As in studying wise for students here is lk paramount sia. wth! kk enuff dwelling

Well TPJC was actually not quite wad i've expected. i mean lk the size..gawd i cant believe that it is actually colossal from wad i've come to expect.

geez

ok actually its not TP dat is big, it is MI/PY that is actually small.

yeah my class was lk oookkk i guess. the pple i mean.

There are the norm...geeks, nerds, chicks, smart alec, jackass, virgins..blah blah. Some ppl are lk me(well, sort of) but the vast majority are all lk woahhh...steady man. All lk sae wanna aspire to become politician, lawyer, its just sounds soo corny doesnt it? :X

and the way they speak gosh...even the malays there speak damn slang!! omg i cant believe this. Im so gonna feel paiseh la. lk cmon ar.

On the brighter side though, there are one or two 'pai kia'. they are alrite i guess. But one thing's for sure, they jus don't make gangsters in my school the way they did in Ping Yi

There's also 50 Cent in my class.lol.yeah NIGGAR!! how cool is dat!? bet u all dun haf :P
actually not nigger but some african chick i tink. ok i betta stop blabbering before she brings in her homsapien tribe.

also, this particular class of mine has this yaya papaya guy who loves asking unrelated questions with his yaya papaya face, looking like he's the world's answer to all economic-related problems.

ahh. Again i would jus lk to tell him to shove it. GAH!

That aside. the first thing that i actually look out for in this skool is actually the canteen food. though i didnt ate i find dat e food was mediorce to say the least with the exception of some i guess. yeah PRATA!!! everyone was lk either indulging into that or the Chicken Rice.lk wtf la...not halal sia. gosh. why am i owaes deprived from all the good things in life?lol

That's why god will tell us not to make everyone your enemies. -__-(yeah i noe its abit cheesy but hu cares??!)

yeah and one more point that i would lk to note upon. the canteen is full of RODENTS man!!? wth...first i saw cockroaches, den maggots. woah sian man.

Yeah and my teacher. He was abit geeky in a way but overall quite spontaneous i would say. And yeah he told us about his life and how he got on to become a teacher (yadadada).

His stories were so touching and inspiring that they should shame the rest of us who complain about the stupidest things.I was asleep while he was toking by the way.

hmph.

was he THAT boring u ask?

HELL YEAH

but in his defense, i was already asleep before he started talking. so he probably just drove me to a deeper slumber.

I think I'm just too gay for words.

ok well enuff bullocks and prattling around. man i'm so not looking for the lectures tomolo man!!

well as they say shit happens.

Till then God bless.

2006-03-03T23:29:00.000+08:00

FORT MINOR LIVE

Fort Minor was fun, I guess.

Well i didnt turned up for the concert.But my cousin did. U noe why??? cos i gave him the tickets.gah!!.shud have gone instead.I've got the tickets from my uncle who'd won them as part of some Motorola promotion, which meant we got entry to the Motorola sponsored pre-party.

Here's an account of what he told me. Argh..hes just rubbing it on to me.Oh well i'll just post this for yall fort minor wannabes.

Aniway, it was kind of lame, since they are suspecting that the Motorola organisers were expecting a lot more people and basically it was a bunch of people standing around the bar getting drinks. The backing band (whom I'll talk more about later) came around first, but my cousin felt a little uncomfortable taking pictures with people he didn't know.

They were nice and hugely obliging though, taking photos with anybody who wanted them. Mike Shinoda and Style s of Beyond showed up later, but Shinoda only stayed for a few minutes before leaving. Tak from SOB however, was very obliging, signing and taking photos with concertgoers at the pre-party and even after the show he stayed behind the longest to sign autographs (on everything from concert tickets to shoes to water bottles). So much for being a "crew full of assholes" huh?

My cousin was a little disappointed though, because he'd listened to shit off the first Styles album, and the stuff they did with Divine Styler and all that and he didn't come around to sign the stuff my cousin had for him. My cousin did get to shake his hand though. (gah!!..jealous jealous)

Big up though, to the DJ at the Motorola pre-party who had an extensive hip-hop collection, old school and new, and had on a t-shirt with the graphics from A Tribe Called Quest's Midnight Marauders album.The concert was pretty good actually. Choy and May from MTV were in the crowd, and I'm dissappointed my cousin did not take photos with them, but at least ,hey,this way he didn't run the risk of having today's New Paper headline be "MTV VJs groped at concert".

They have sweet asses. You know, for Chinese girls. :)

Anyway. Styles' DJ Cheapshot came on about fifteen minutes before the show proper started to rock the house (and no doubt to allow the soundcheck people to do their thing at the same time), closing his set with Men Without Hats' Safety Dance (I kid you not).

The sound at the Indoor Stadium is as terrible as ever though, everybody's known this for years, and there was even a piece in the papers about how terrible the sound there is. Singapore most definitely needs a better venue for rock concerts. At least for the first time my cousin got bring his camera to a concert at the Indoor Stadium.

The show was fun.

Or so he said.(wadeva la ok.lol)

Interestingly, my cousin actually don't really like Linkin Park, in some part at least because he feel they'd be a much better band if they just dropped the hard rock angle. But i guess Fort Minor goes some way towards achieving that.

Mike Shinoda and crew did songs from the FM album, from Linkin Park, the X-ecutioner's collaboration "It's Goin' Down" and even stuff off their Green Lantern mixtape(which they encouraged people to download).

Sadly, the only real special guest they had was Singapore Idol contestant Jessea Thyidor to stand in for Machine Shop signee Holly Brook on "Where'd You Go". I guess Singapore lacks any really big name female singers, unless they were to rope in Stefanie Sun or somebody.

But yeah, they had a good rapport with the crowd, with banter and call and response routines, which was surprising because I'd heard the Linkin Park show was limited to "I love Singapore" type of platitudes. It seemed like they were having fun too.

Fort Minor's string session I have to make note of, they were called Black Violin and considering the ubiquitous use of strings in hip-hop sometimes it's nice to see people do this shit live. They even did renditions of Usher's Yeah, 50 Cent's A Li'l Bit, Ludacris' Pimping All Over the World, etc, which was definitely cool.

We had fun.

My cousin had a point when he posited that in any other occasion, Tak would suffer from the "Mr Nigger" syndrome (see the Mos Def song of the same name). He gets props because he's rolling with a big name band, but if he were just some black dude, people would run the f*** away from him and look at him with suspicion.

Oh, and my hearing is going. While getting something to eat after the show I overheard a teenage girl's conversation on her mobile phone talking about Tak at the concert saying that "Dia sign tetek I". I was a little weirded out, but then I realised that "Dia sign tiket I" made a lot more sense.*

*The first means, "He signed my breast" whereas the second means "He signed my ticket".

2006-03-03T14:24:00.000+08:00

Wo jiao heider

zai zien millennia institute wang pa tan

Wo shi dan pi ni chu ji xue yuan

How's that for an half-assed attempt of tryna act chinese.lol.

I think a Primary 1 student will probably be able to do a much better job than I did. Ha ha ha.

wheee!!..goodbye MI hello TPJC!!.lol..gawd im so hyper!..actually to be frank, i ain't really looking forward to that.Well at the account of i'm still in holiday mood!!..lol.

actually im not really sadden by the occasion.hmm its either me having too huge an ego that is difficult to make any saddness out of me or i didnt do much dat makes me feel dat way. excpt of cos i miss my malay and physics teacher.They are just so adorable!!

goodness

Everytyme she stands in the front of the class, I get to look at her face and sometimes, her profile, for 4 hours every week. whee!!.lol.they are great.And i'm gonna miss all of them most.For teachers i mean.Ivan??..well i oso miss him man...his gayness humour,swayness.ahhh.nice.(ps:lick my boots) lol

As for my frens yeah, i do miss them, kinda. Hamster(daniel), brien, yew yong, jun jie(yeah he can definitely sing!!lol), bryan, brien, brian(i'm out of 'bryans'), hasif, evan, xiao ting, norain,xin rong, rachel, nethru,ariff, blah blah.yeah u all are great pals to haf.

Nice knowing yall!!?!

yeah miss those tymes where we constantly sang during Saw's ..er..i mean squidwork lectures. it was fun although at times,haf to sae, kinda provocative. Plus, i now realise that i CAN sing!! lol. and guys, dun forget aite..."bus stop boys"??.lol

On a side note, yeah.most of us made it to our first choice except ,of cos, for some. i really do pray that ur appeal will be a succesful one.

Having said that, yeah some of ma dudes were posted to the same school as me. damn sian. lol.now dey will be the ones to feel outnumbered.:P lol.

secret lives

this afternoon, i started thinking about how everyone has secrets, me included. no matter how well you think you know someone, i bet they're hiding something from you.

boyfriends have secrets that girlfriends don't know about (secret lovers, secret porn stash,lol, etc.) and girlfriends have secrets that boyfriends don't know about (secret hatred for his sloppiness, secret obsession about keeping him on a leash, etc.).

everyone has secrets.

including me.

:)

hur hur.

so tell me.

what's your secret?

i promise i won't tell.

P.S. if it's boring, that is.lol

P.P.S. i'm sorry. as a goss...uhm...information disseminator...i feel that it is important to share juicy information with others. i'm sure you understand!

anyway, i'm whiling my time away again because The Amazing Race moved its fat butt into CSI's slot.

hmph.

i watched abit of it and then I got depressed when I saw the old couple trying to put a motorcycle together. That is NOT the way to spend your golden years!

So sad.

2006-03-01T19:48:00.000+08:00

under the weather

i've fallen victim to the mad weather and now i'm coughing like an ailing mother*ahem*. my chest hurts and my throat tickles. i feel like reaching into my throat and giving it a good scratch.

my finger also hurts from all the abusive poking ive subjected it to. my mom has convinced me that there's fluid in the bites on my finger so i've been poking them but i have yet to find any fluid whatsoever. now it's just sore. and raw.

Damn and to top that up, i had to help do some housework at my uncle's house. Shit im so damn cranky right then, well cos im so dead tired after going gym.

the heat has also done nasty things to my sweat glands, overworking them and causing me to drench top after top.

i shower about 4 times a day. :) (see how clean i am)

sometimes, when i'm sweeping the leaves off the porch of my uncle's hse, i feel like doing an Edie. you know, the blonde in Desperate Housewives who squeezed the wet sponge, letting the water drip down her chest, causing Mike Delfino (the hottie, well, u gurls would probably agree) to stop mowing the lawn and stare with much interest. i'm sure i'll be able to get enough stares too, except they will probably be followed by a screech and "MY EYES!!! MY EYESSS!!!"

Aniwaes speaking of Despo Housewives,

Why would they NOT show Desperate Housewives 2 next week?

WHY, Mediacorp??!

WHY!

I bet it's the bloody Oscars.

Who wants to watch how many naked figurines they give away, anyway.

Hmph.

2006-02-28T13:05:00.000+08:00

the value of an apology

i was talking to some friends the other day about how some people expect others to forgive them just by saying that they're sorry.

i mean, apologies are great, of course. but only if you are sincere about it. if you say sorry too often, it just loses its meaning.

doesn't it?

i'm annoyed with people who expect me to forget everything just because they tell me they're sorry. If you really are sorry, I WANT TEARS. I want you to BEG and say you CANNOT live with yourself until I forgive you.

hur hur.

because that's how i'd do it if i were trying to say sorry.

sort of.

this reminds me of people who say "No offence" after saying something insulting.

For example, imagine someone saying to my friends, "Hairy pple are revolting!" and then turns to me and says, "No offence!"

Maybe I have only been speculating about the monstrosity that is my hairyness.(hairyness????) Maybe I still had hope that it is probably not as hairy as my imagination had made it out to be.

But with that comment, obviously my fears would be confirmed and damn it, I now feel obligated to be offended and you shall incur my wrath.

This is, of course, just an example. No one has ever dared to tell me that I'm hairy :)

hur hur. these people, they are wise.

anyway, this post isn't any better than the previous one so I should stop now. hur hur. oh but not before asking why i haven't been getting any hatemail?

why!!!

you can measure your popularity by the number of hatemail you get and I haven't gotten any.

So i demand that you start sending me hatemail soon.

2006-02-26T13:34:00.000+08:00

there's need for nudity!

girls, did you want to take your tops off when Ace stared into the camera after he was done with his song?

Oh. My God.

Don't you just wanna eat him up?!

Chris too!

I like many many of the American Idol boys this season!

shit!!, whats wif me and the guys man..dude..

I think Becky O' Donohue and Katherine Mcphee are hot too!

Who cares if one's younger than I am and the other one's married!

You know, when Patrick Hall sang If by Bread during one of the earlier shows, I wanted to cry (shut up). It was just SO good!

And then there's Paris Bennet and Heather Cox

They're just adorable! Especially Heather Cox! Aaaah!

The only one I didn't like was Gedeon McKinney. I agree with Simon. That smile? It looks almost evil.

But the others get my stamp of approval!

Especially Becky. Ahhhhh.

And Katherine. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Yum.

2006-02-25T21:16:00.000+08:00

it just makes me mad

i noticed that i haven't been reading trashy novels for a while, so i bought a book called Manhunt by Janet Evanovich. It was on 20% off and the cover looked pretty and the synopsis looked

okay. so i thought that it couldn't hurt to read it.

what i didn't count on was getting mad at the book. or rather, the writer.

she wrote the way all romance novelists write up their 'leading men'. Broad shoulders, tapered waist, flat and hard stomach, golden skin and defined muscles. Not only that, they have a great personality - funny, chivalrous, etc etc.

I'm sorry, but in WHAT WORLD DO THESE MEN EXIST?

Because I haven't met ANY man like that who isn't gay.(AHEM!) And truth be told, even the gay men now aren't all that.

So anyway, I got mad because all these writers were building up false expectations for men. I mean, without fail, the guys in the books will ALWAYS get the girls they want.

And then I get depressed after reading books like these because those things never happen to me. Instead I fall for idiots or bastards and the only people who like me are weirdos.

What??! broad shoulders?

tapered waist??

flat and hard stomach???!

golden skin and defined muscles?!

the humour?

The chivalry?

I think life has shortchanged me. hmph.

But I guess this is why these books are listed in the fiction section.

2006-02-24T01:12:00.000+08:00

CSI, how you disappoint me

today's episode of CSI was a disappointing one.

i didn't understand why they had to split the screen for the two cases the CSIs were working on especially since the cases weren't related.

i think they are forgetting the essence of CSI's being - the case!

The evidence!

The attention to detail!

Not how you can confuse viewers with split screens.

Where are the bugs?!

Where is all the blood?!

I am disappointed, Jerry!

Please don't make me switch to CSI Miami. I don't like Horatio Caine. Or his sunglasses. Or the way he repeats himself. Or the way he stands sideways against the camera.

Nooooo!

I think what I'm the most disappointed about was the lack of twists in the plot.

Come onnnn Jerry! Or whoever it is that's responsible for the plots.

hmph.

2006-02-23T14:01:00.000+08:00

One-Man Calavry

gosh, i cant help thinking that im being a potato couch for the past few days.Yeah, i've not attending skool these couple of days which makes me wonder, hmm do i really pursuing what i want??..im tokin about jc..

i dunoe but at the back of my mind just wanna make me think twice. But oh well i've made my decisoin and yeah jus haf to get on with it i guess..

Yeah guys im so bladdie sorry dat i didnt went gym with yall despite me cumming up with the idea in the first place. Seriously its not that i dun want to.Honest. Jus that alot of stuffs came up and yeah shiet happens.

Sorry guys.

Hope to make up for it the next tyme yeah?

Anywae, with dat aside, i've been watching So You Think You Can Dance show. Its greeeeaatttt.Awesome. I prefer it than American Idol. hmm. yeah but the judges suck compared to American Idol.

But the dance..gawd..is cooooll.total vibe. moves and grooves. I recommend those ppl hu like dancing to watch this show. : ) This show tells me one thing: If you can breakdance, you can definitely dance your way thru any type of dance. And yeah i kinda like Salsa!?!

The dance i mean...its soooo ROMANTIC!!! wheee...the connection, technique..aww...soo dope!!

Last thing, i've come to realize that there are many closet readers of this sorry excuse of a blog. i'm secretly pleased of my gaining 'popularity' or notoriety for that matter (ha ha ha ha ha) (but an increase of 1 reader a year is still a gain in popularity. so THERE.) in Webdom (as in kingdom, not Web dominatrix or anything like that) but it also makes me nervous because of the trash I tend to write about in here.

hur hur

2006-02-21T21:05:00.000+08:00

a day off from school is just what Heider needs

i was on the verge of dying (i might be exaggerating but who knows for sure?) last night so i nearly decided to take a day off from school tomorrow.Cos i don't particularly want to walk around groaning like a dying cow for everyone in school to see.

not that i know anything about being embarrassed or anything like that. but that's beside the point.

i've worked hard last week despite being sick :), so i figured i deserve the break anyway. this despite there will be only a one more week left. hur hur. again, that's beside the point.

For some reason, i've beginning to 'PON' lessons/lectures...er..yeah and SCHOOL!! whee..oh well dats cos even if we attended the lesson we wouldnt be paying attention.So, wads the point?!

anyway, im feeling much better physically.Yeah we've played badminton today. Was great but i lost all the matches.But hey at least im rich!! i've won one thousand++ dollars!! lol.

my gastric pain's gone(i've lao sai in skool lk for 5 tymes oredy can?!), thanks to all the chalk-chewing the past week, and the cough is almost gone, with my sexy voice back. hur hur hur. i am feeling GRRREEAAT, just like Frosties.

I am SO lame, I just can't help myself.

hur hur hur.

2006-02-19T14:37:00.000+08:00

oh how the pretty one has fallen

Yesterday I watch one of soccer player's worst hit injury ive ever seen

Yep Alan Smith (the player) fell.

No, no. Not metaphorically.

Literally.

SPLAT.

On the ground, on his knees.

And twisted his ankle( the joint came out) and broke his leg in the process. You'd think that after 24 years of walking practice, he would have gotten the hang of it, but clearly not.

Sniff.

Here i how badly it looks like:

Anyway, thank God he wasnt dead. Everyone witnessed the ungracious fall and the pain was so intense that I, myself, wanted to throw up. Even his own players felt utterly disgusted and totally freaked out by what they have seen.

Goodness me

However, I managed to hold my puke in and watch the poor guy. One thing that stood out for me is that bearing with that pain he was still able to call on the physio and medics.Props for that dude.Hope you get well soon.

hur hur

that has left me, aloy and cheng totally traumatise man.lk dude, you broke a leg just for blocking that stupid ball?!!

gawd, now i'm having doubts as to whether i wanna join soccer as my CCA in JC man.

2006-02-17T11:19:00.000+08:00

what in the world is going on here?

First it was that old man who robbed a bank with a gun.

Then it was the KTV lounge guy who got shot to death.

Now it's a pregnant lady stabbed to death.

Is Singapore no longer safe?

I wonder.

Anyway, on a slightly different topic. I was walking out of MPH yesterday when I saw this Indonesian lady look at my crotch and then whisper to the old lady next to her, who then joined her in staring at my crotch.

I panicked, of course.

I thought, Oh shit. I forgot to zip my pants up AGAIN!?

But everything was zipped up and buttoned up like they should be. So why? Why were they staring at my crotch? What was so fascinating there that caught their eye?

Maybe I should stop wearing those pants?