Snigger

grasshopper...

2009-09-26T07:32:00.000-07:00

Everytime i am all alone on my off days, i will miss you so much. I miss your cute little innocent grasshopper face. i miss the days i hug u while going up the escalators.but i have learnt something. its not about how hard i try. it all depends on whether am i or am i not the right one. if i am not the right one, i will never be able to do the right things that touches your heart, no matter how i try. its not any of our faults. to really love you, i have to disappear from your life and not interfere at all.... the reason y i feel so empty now, is because... i was really happy when i was with you. its your birthday in a few days time. i hope u enjoy yourself and have a fresh good start of your adult life. my precious grasshopper. things should be exciting for you. u r in a good hotel and working in the exciting town area. guess its really exciting but busy for u, F1 is in town now. my grasshopper. i can't change the fact that i am unsuitable for you, but i know that i should leave u alone now. i wish u well, and pray that u r fine, everyday. i still love u, but i hope it will all disappear soon. i want to be a totally different person.

lost

2009-09-13T23:46:00.000-07:00

do you know that i miss you lots? I still love you, my precious grasshopper.
when i saw you last week, it was that familiar face, very playful but no evil.
it was the face i used to hold on tightly to.
that precious face, that i will so badly miss by monday, and see on tuesday, once a week.
i missed you so much but i am no one to you now,
so i acted like i didn't care.
I did everything from the bottom of my heart,
with sincerity.
you do not understand me.
Nevermind, i will not be a leach and hang on to you.
whatever the reason may be, its not your fault that your feelings have eroded.
Nature's just taking its course.
I hope you will be well and blessed wherever you go.
I just have to walk on without you.
seems to me the road ahead is a burning hot desert.
i am so, totally, completely tired now.
but its ok that i just walk slowly, at least i am moving.. w/o you.
so i will just drag my feet till the time i can stop walking, stop thinking and stop living.
but thats gonna be a fucking 25 yrs from now?

i am back

2008-08-09T09:21:00.000-07:00

Truly surprise this blog acct is still alive and kicking. This blog is a truly great confidente.

Have not been writing much, and guess i have pretty much lost some articulative skills with time.

Time passes so quickly. I am now an optometrist, embarking on my next phrase of life. Am i treading along a gold-laden journey? Or is this an illusionary path? End of the day, I sum it up by asking myself if i am good enough. I am blessed with benefactors. Kind mentor that casts light on the shadowy path of my career. I am not a scholar. I will get receive enything by emplacement. Hence I dun consider this a bright future. To 99% of S'poreans out there, i know my future's not bright, but so is yours. As long as u r not a scholar, we r on the same boat. having a kind benefactor cum mentor is my rare advantage over many others. I should be grateful. I got a, better than 50-50 type, of a fighting chance.

I love my Jasmine. Been 1mth and 6 days so far. I hope we r alright. Perhaps i am a pessimist by nature, but i do worry that something's not too smooth after all.. Am i really your choice? The special one in your heart? I learnt from my mistake, and realise i tend to self-destruct things i really treasure. So this time round, i am trying my best. Faith, trust... Deep in, i know i love ya. With time, i hope our hearts connect and intertwine. Intertwine, not leach. If i ever be a leach, please burn me off. I wish you find your footings, establish your career path. I got great faith in you dear. You are gifted, but your previous unpleasant endeavours in sec sch dog your confidence. I hope u enjoy success dear, to regain the confidence you deserve. I read pple well. I know i am right about your abilities. I look forward to the day, we take our respective industries by storm, and dance out to the moon, wine in hand by nightfall. I hunger to rule this trade, in a more business than clinical aspect. I fight outwards, not inwards. I will always benefit my benefactors, but to competitors, I will commit them to thy sovereignty, to thy supreme, vampiric dictatorship.Putting rivalry to flights with flames unashamed.

I am a man who walks along, and i'm walking a dark road. Unique thoughts stir within my brainwaves, unique beyond the articulative gift of thy tongue. I feel alone. But i am just unable to rope in the right guardian angel. Thus i will fight alone, but look forward to the day i share the fruits with my inner circle.

What doesn't kill me MAKES ME STRONGER

2007-07-16T09:47:00.000-07:00

Wa long long time since i blogged. Indeed memorable writing here again. Looking at my last post, those were my silly days last year, when i was, feeling so down, feeling like the world has turned its back on me, struggling alone, confiding to a computer in school after class, by blogging, before rushing off to work in the evening. Time flies.. That was a year ago.

But what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger. Hmm, this year, these few months have been pretty challenging too.. Guess Jun Jul Aug are just not my months.

One big challenge is that, i am feeling so unhealthy! Have not been going for my boxing training since apr, and have since put on so much weight man. Gone were my confidence i had 1 year ago in engaging in combat. Now looking at myself in the mirror, i should humble down.

Well my friend, hope you have been fine the past year. We both pursued our own ways since jun 19 '06, i have found a whole new direction. Hope your direction is as satisfying as mine have been. Mine did not start off well.. Mixed with the wrong crowd at one time, got into some big mess, big trouble, felt so torn apart, and as usual, i handle it alone. In fact you have seen that crowd, haven't you. Sorry about that. THey spoilt your christmas, didn't they? My career dreams will start soon, and i have it all planned out. Sure it will work. Good for me, hope you have been fine too, i still pray for your well-being daily.

k.. enough of my ramblings. Got some steam off my mind, and ready to sleep soon. Tmr will be packed with challenges too. Everyday is a long day.

I value this blog. A good outlet to distress. Forgot about this treasure, till someone mentioned it to me recently. Glad to have re-found this. However, i realised another blog is missing.. Y y? But well, i no longer care for it as much any more. Delete it if you wish to. What doesn't kill me, MAKES ME STRONGER!

kill all!

2006-07-31T01:37:00.000-07:00

Fucking cheebye mad-yo-yo..

I am in school now, in the com lab, and there is this mother fucking bunch of mads, kao peh non stop, making fucking lots of noise. Really keeping my temple, want to throw a fist into their fucking temple, letting them slip into the world made for them, the world of coma. Cheebye mad and fucking mina. Bunch of softies who cannot fight, no nuts about fighting but behave like some fucking big time. fuck you deep deep. And now he on his fucking radio, with horrendous voice, sounds like his sister or something being fucked. fucking coward turned it off after my stare melted his guts. ya, i think i got some pychotic probelms with anger management, i have outburst. but so what, fuck it!

This is a world of shitheads. how many times has it happened to you? u r in a train station, pushing your way thru cos you r late, and the whole crowd in front of you walk at such a pace, like as if they are mourning? like in some kind of a possession? And in a train, a bloody baby starts crying so loudly, and instead of shutting him up by pacification, or at worse smothering IT to death, their fucking parents tickle them somemore, some ignore them, and leave their little spawns of satan crying even louder in the cradle. Fucking cheebye.. Now i stare at them. I wonder when i will smack a fist at their faces. fucking gui kia.

I wished i am a dictator, with an army of undead, upon this ugly world. I will torture and kill, at thy whimp and fancy.

I am back

2006-07-12T00:09:00.000-07:00

Been a long time since i last blogged here... After seeing daniel's blog, i thought of updating this one as well, in addition to the private one i confide my soul in. This blog is designed by dal, and of course seeing this design reminds me of her. Y? because when we first got together, i intro the song nymphetamine to her, a cradle song... And that naughty girl went to look for more cradle songs on her own and stumbled upon queen of the throne, which scared her...

Yesterday was a great outlet to vent frustrations, in kickboxing... Got to change a lot of habits i picked up over the past years as a karate-ka.. Went home with a headache, could have been worse if my frendly opponent gave a full force, got caught by a kick to my right temple.

Kicking was alright, just that i have to follow thru the entire kick instead of kick and pull back like in karate. Jabbing needs lots of re-adjusting to. jabbing with body sideways instead of frontal. And of course, its time to get back my fitness. Got tired, put my hands low, and they got my head. But frankly speaking, i am proud of the strength of my turning kick, just that i should follow it thru... Glad to have the chance to train with quite a few great fighters, think i can bring my standards up.

Physical pain is a good way to let me feel good now.. my thumping heart's hurting.. Cos someone is still inside it, but that someone cast me out of her heart half a month ago. Dun know why, training intensively is a good relief, like a drug that takes all the shit away. And pain makes me feel good.. Pain momentarily from kicking the heavy bag, bone clash bone, and the more intense one, kena kick. Pain makes me feel less guilty that my inconsideration led to my wonderful gf's (now ex) misery, and the crumple of our relationship. When i feel pain, i think i deserve it.. Well, i am scum.

I am bigotted, so what, fuck off, i am everything u will never be!

2005-08-24T14:45:00.000-07:00

Not too long ago, i started on an optometry course in SP. Boy, i was so excited. Making hell lots of money. I am so happy. I simply love the lessons, and it gets more lovely as time goes by. I'm enjoying it.

Because our eyes are within ten metres from our stomach, lungs, hearts, balls, blah blah blah, i get to study every wonderful details in my wonderful body. I love it. I enjoy studying new terms that i have never seen before. Some examples are phagocytes, microvilli, pseudopods, squamous, blah blah. Wait, don't try telling me what they are. I know it. Its simple. They are different and varying species of aliens. I know it, i am sure. If i didn't remember wrongly, did i first see them in star wars? Yes, i think so. And just last year there was a great movie that featured these aliens remember? That wonderful movie, AVP. Ateries vs Podocytes. Remember? Yes it was a great movie, showing how Podocytes hunt down Ateries to kill.

K, and a little update of my daily vitamin M intake. This morning in the Mrt i just inhaled a large dose of these wonderful products. A self appointed pharmacist ( whose qualification is forgo-ing his hair wash for a couple of decades ), positioned his hair ball ( with lices bouncing about ) in front of my nose. Boy did he give me a huge prescription with that absolutely over powering odour, oops, sorry, aroma. I need help.

Help me lie. I am so holy, i pray (prey, hahaha) regularly, at regular intervals of once per year, during chinese new year. I think i symbolise happiness. So therefore, i am totally incapable of sinning. I simply cannot lie. So unholy ones out there, please sin on my behalf. Recently, a fren of mine, a work permit holder, wants me to help her open a starhub line. She cannot do it herself cos she is a work permit holder. We r friends and i dun know how to say no. But i never do such favours for people. I am always skeptical whenever bills and money are involved. i am poor. cos it never pays to be good. And sadly, i just cannot help being so good. PLEASE HELP ME CONJURE UP AN EXCUSE TO TELL HER WHY I CANNOT START A LINE FOR HER. Oh ya, by the way, she knows i am 21, and do not have any existing starhub line. So these excuses do not work.

Cannot blame me. I am too tired to monitor such things like whether the bills are paid and going after reminding pple to pay. i got too much on my mind. And, i no longer trust people. Recently i am sad that the only people i dare trust are my parents brother and some close relatives. I know i got good frens ard me too, eg fabian and melvin. They are my next level of trust. I am phobic about misplacing my trust now. But skeptics out there who probably think i am nuts, balls to you! Y should i trust you? have u always been truthful? no no no. there are times where u snigger behind my back, where u do things that u know kills me, but i just did not realise it. Now i am glancing daggers, scrutinising everyone carefully before i let you in into my circle of trust. Circle of Trust. These are the words i learnt from the movie 'MEET THE FOCKERS'. Still remember watching this movie with Dal somewhere in January.

Satanists are the wisest people in the world. Reverend Anton Lavey, founder of the first church of satan, once said: "You cannot love everyone; it is ridiculous to think you can. If you love everyone and everything you lose your natural powers of selection and wind up being a pretty poor judge of character and quality. If anything is used too freely it loses its true meaning. Therefore, the Satanist believes you should love strongly and completely those who deserve your love, but never turn the other cheek to your enemy!"

It sums it all up. Throw your trust freely, and you will reap what you sow. Be prepared for rude shocks that you never before thought possible. Learn to hate. Only hypocrites love and love and love and love, and bullshit. They are so full of shit, god damn it. Learn to hate correctly. This protects you, and the people who genuinely care for you. And for goodness sake, hate genuinely. Dun claim that u know how to hate just so that it makes u happy and your cork stands. Hatred is your best protection. Health messages say that condoms are your next best protection, ever wonder why, ever wonder why something that sells so well in the world is only the next best? haha. cos hatred is then the best. It protects u from bad people, from disappointment, from utter disappointment and confusion, leaves you only with goodness. Ok. laugh at me, that condom part is a lame joke.

K, fiends and felatives, remember to help me think of my excuse to lie. Please reply asap, on my tagboard.

My Paradigm

2005-08-18T16:15:00.000-07:00

So low morale now.. Need an AAR in my lifestyle now. Cos everything's crashing down on me.

Dear dal and i are having a hard time, but hope we can get back together. I still love u dear. Also hope that Jen, alex and Dal can bring their friendship up to what it used to be again. I better better not say much. Words tend to thread on a thin line lately. Cos, we r so uptight now, emotions' overflowing at its brink. Also, though less importantly, my tests are r flunking.

No one knows me... i stand alone with my idealogies and thinking. My character. Being my own messiah, my own Satan, my own Lucifer, my own Belial, my own Leviathan. In short, being the deciding veto factor of my own life, being and existence, i am hence reminded that i stand alone. My hate's a prism, reflecting within my very soul. Cold is my heart, untold is my pain. Dal can help me with this sorrow though, thanks for your time these few days.

Now back to my business of sniggering at people. I have lessons at 8 some days. I live in woodlands. Going to dover is so much fun, waking up at six to shower b4 rushing out. I love it. I enjoy not having enough sleep. I think it challenges my mind to survive on minimal amount of sleep. It gives me a chance to revive my memories of army, how i survived with less than ample sleep.

This joyful experience of not having enough sleep is an occasion worth celebrating already. So, to share my joy, lots of commuters in mrt are trying to chip in and increase my enjoyment. They decided to share something personal with me. Dun let your minds wonder. They did not share their wives with me. Its something more personal.

Its their body odour. i appreciate it. i like the way they hold on to the top handrails, and positioning their armpits in front of my nose. i love it. Even better are those who wear singlets. Wow, the sea weed dangling from their armpits kind of remind u of noodles i had for breakfast. yummy. So kind of them. So nice of them to for-go their morning bath, so that i can get my daily dosage of aroma-theraphy. Think it shakes me awake. Also, it helps curb my appetite, cos eating makes u too lazy to concentrate in class. I love it. Try being 1.73m in height and u will realise that u r kind of able to get your vitamins A-Z supply from Mrt commuters' armpits. Thanks god, for the height. I love it.

Equalling enticing is the abstract art that our dear fellow commuters entertain u with. Their hairstyle. Thanks, artists. I love the way u roll your nut-head on the pillow through the night, and without combing it, u try to go with nature and travel in MRTs with your natural hairstyle. Cool, this is really cool. I love it. Even more wonderful is the way u put your smelly, (oops, sorry, i mean artistic) heads by my nose. Wah, what an enjoyment. The natural smell of dandruff and hair lices.

In celebrating of 40 yrs of our sunny island singapore, i am pleased to see that singaporeans have gone a long way in sports improvement. Look at the way, singaporeans, regardless of race, language or religion, gender or built, pit their skills against one another. When the train doors open, i am hopeful for our national rugby team. See the way they push for space. Even the all-blacks will get blue-blacks. And look at the way they shield u from overtaking them. it tells me that given a soccerball to dribble, even AC Milan's maldini will not no chance to snatch it. Wow, impressive. They may even have hidden talents in martial arts.

Wow, Singaporeans. Proud to be one of you. These absolutely delightful displays of gracefulness are only an example. U dun have to take mrt trains to experience these joys. There r easily another 101 ways to get these highs. Wow, i love it.

hatred

2005-07-08T15:21:00.000-07:00

I hate flamers..

And there is one such son-of-a-bitch who is writing non-sense on my dear's tag board.

bloody coward, hiding behind a computer screen where my fist can't reach his son-of-a-bitch face, and writing nonsense, dun even dare leave his motherfucking name..

Haiz, ball-less freak, muz have left his testicles in his mother's womb.

Fucker that makes me hate him, and i dun put any limit to my hatred. Cos i dun owe anyone anything, and when an idiot like this fucker cross my path, i will cross him out of this world if i have the chance.

But, i love my hatred. It is my catalyst. My catalyst that would let me fight mercilessly when i need to.. My catalyst that makes me love and train martial arts harder and harder.. My catalyst to be a better judge of people's character, cos to think of it, u r so susceptible to pple's cruel intentions if u only view them as 'loving and kind pple'. Hatred sorts of put you on guard against pple who pretend to be good. Hatred enables you to take back from fuckers things that they stole from you.

thinking with thy serpent head

2005-06-28T13:30:00.000-07:00

Wah, so happy.. got a pro looking gi finally... can get rid of my budo gi already... budo too common, i dun like, and so is adidas.. the entire sp karate group is using adidas, so common...

Got my hands on a wacoku gi yesterday... k.. its 3rd hand, but nvm, used by great fighters, eg, my 6th dan sensei, and my tournament champ bro.... But i got a problem with the brand.. so disgusting to pronounce... but nevermind... it may not be as good as the tokkaido or shureido one, this one is stiff, but its still much better than my budo one.. this one looks more pro, can help me shake my opponents balls a little...

Decided to stay at my present club instead of being a traitor and cross over to sp's club. Although if i stay on in my club, i cannot work on sunday.. but like wat my bro say, have some integrity, after sensei trained us so hard, how can we 'betray' him and join his 'enemy's' dojo? furthermore, think they r trash... go there can never improve.. sure staying in my club is better.

Have a chem test later... super sianz... brain feels rusty...

Decided to train back my chin-ups... Gone r the glory days.. now drop le... the most can do is only ten now... so fed-up... that day after karate class went to do... did a few sets le.. did until muscle ache le... then my last set, drop until left 2.. this is when the karate 'elders' saw me do.. damn, wat they saw was me, a only-recently-ord-sergeant, struggling to do 2 pull-ups... after laughing in their hearts, they commented a bit bout in army shud do about 10... Wah, shit lor... when i do 10, no one see, when i struggle then u all see, then laugh at me only.... Nevermind, next time i will do just one set, of more than ten....

And today, is my 8th mth together with dear dear.. still can remember the very first day we got together.. the phone call that concluded my courtship and brought us together... i was on duty in camp... that day i no mood to work.. everything throw to my 2i/c to settle... i on the phone only, haha.. sinful sinful... but worth it! it was 0430 in the morning of 28 oct, when we r 'officially' together... hmm.. lookin forward to see u today, dearie...

A few assholes

2005-06-20T18:45:00.000-07:00

Fear fiends and felatives

Ya, met of few jokers lately...

Firstly, last wed....
Was in the mrt... sitting down happily, then suddenly, here comes a fool... A lady with a plastic bag full of spices came to sit beside me! Then she decided to share the 'aroma' with me! She opened that bag of shit and started smelling it! Imagine, we r sitting side by side, and she put the bag on her lap. Which means it is near my nose. Dear dear always say i have a big nose somemore, doesn't it make it worse! Stupid , might as well fan the smell directly to my nose better, or stuff my whole head in la! cock up.. So i got up, changed sit... but the smell was still there, gonna puke! cannot take it, so i flapped my leathery wings and flew out of the train at marsiling, for some fresh air.

Then fucker number two....
Was at causeway point, going to take the escalator down to meet my dear dear.
The escalator reached le, then this fucker just stand at the end of the escalator, and look at the shops, dunno how to walk away first. Can u imagine, that brainless fucker just stood there, and i was going to crash onto him le. I couldn't bear to destroy that motherfuker's face, si i controlled my temper.. i merely brushed him aside, push him a little... Can u imagine, that fucker dared to stare! Wat the fuck, he was making me fill up with fury, my catalyst to psyche me up for a fight. Super angry, walk towards him.. Then that pussy decided to look away and walk away.. Spoil my mood.. worse still, met my dear dear le, go ya-kun, dun have seats, cos those stupid aunties pay $1.10 then sit there la kopi 110 hours. fuck up.

To sum up a bad week, sat i supposed to end work at 2200hrs.. then at 2215hrs, an asshole stepped in like as if his dad owned the shop. Tried many pieces of clothes for fun, make me work till eleven pm, he tot it was damn funny.. Maybe he felt that working OT w/o pay gives me a sense of satisfaction, like i am contributing to my company to boost the economy, to be a good citzen and then receive a medal on national day.. ya.. as if... But retribution is working... while waiting for that dick, i went to pull the doors first.. glass doors, not easy to see.. So when dick face finally decided to leave, he slammed face into the glass door! wat a dick.. and some scum chao ah beng outside the shop started laughing at that clown, adding to his embarrassment, to my delight! he left a small nose print on the glass door, i cannot bear to clean it away.

And the bartender at my dear dear's workplace is starting to get on my nerves.. always bully her... fucker... useless chao ah beng poseur... one fine day when i can no longer stand that motherfucker, he is gonna bleed upon his knees on the floor.. useless bastard... just a weak pussy, untrained in fighting but thinks he knows how to do it... People like him are standing on his feet only because people like me allows him to.. fucker, time to wake up his bloody ideas. It hurts me to see her unhappy and i feel justified to hurt whoever harms her.

But at least this week i pick up 2 new chinese words.. I thot 'bi hu' is bat ( cos its ears and mouth look like lao hu) , while 'bian fu' is lizard cos its very 'bian'.. Luckily my precious dear dear teach me, if not paiseh somemore.. At least i know now that batman is 'bian fu sia' and not 'bi hu sia'.. And at least i would not say got 'bian fu' crawling on the wall and got 'bi hu' flying about...

Cockster!
Feel free to laugh at others,
dun bother if it hurts them,
cos suppressing your laughter,
gives u internal injuries

ORD post

2005-06-17T13:10:00.000-07:00

Have been waiting and waiting for a long time to blog my ord, finally got a com. The fucking com i have at home is 200mhz, 32 mb..... wat a joke, his is the forefather of all coms.

I have ORDed! Operational ready date. I am now a civillian. Better still, my reservist posting is not out yet, still on waiting list, so will not be called up soon.

Met a lot of superiors whom i really respesct and will try to learn from.

Among them is my Staff Sergeant. Known him ever since i completed my basic section leader course as a corporal. He was my instructor initially, and once i completed my combat engineer specialist course, it was all his help that i got such a good posting. Thank you sir!

His is one guy who is very very focused. Gets to the point and gets the job done. Proffesionalism, and a very cool guy, a very charismatic specialist, plus his impressive peugeot, haha. And his is doing very well in his career, needless to say. Normally CSMs start getting fat, but instead i think he will only get fitter and fitter, so when he become csm, think his company will be impressive as well, haha

And also, my warrant officer, very knowledgeable superior. Respects his resourcefulness. Knows how to apply his knowledge and get things moving.

And also 2lt Mevin and jeremy.. They r not the type who draw a clear line between officers and specialists. They guide us, instead of bark at us. Outside camp, we r frens, in camp, they r my 'team leader', not my slave-driver.

And also Anthony! Hey, i never once thought of him as my surbodinate... Only once... when MAJ Koh scolded me, saying i am not controlling him enough, remember, anthony? Or maybe u did not even know about it, haha.. But he is one really solid guy, and my opinion is, if u r good enough, for fuck i hover around u like a damn bird? And he is one good fren. Will always remember the time we, and 2lt J and M, laugh and 'play with ourselves at one corner'.

And most memorable is , i met my dalphin dear during army... So fortunate of me.. Think i ns is really a nice dream.

My Precious dearie

2005-04-06T23:25:00.000-07:00

I was sick 3 days ago, so was on mc 2 days ago.

And my precious dear dear brightened up my mood entirely!

I was sick in bed on tuesday, and sleeping only. I was even supposed to pick dear dear up from sch on monday evening, but as soon as i stepped out of camp, i can only head to the doctors.

Dear dear reached home late on monday and could have stayed up late on tuesday. But instead, it was so nice of her! She went marketing early in the morning, bought some expensive ingredients like scallop, and cooked a healthy lunch for me! She even bought a container to keep the food warm, and came down all the way to my place, pour the food out into a bowl, and gave me the food! She herself only ate fast-food! She spent her precious time which she can be resting or preping for exams, and her hard-earned money to give me a tasty yet healthy lunch!

I love my dearie. She is a wonderful partner to spend my life with, and i will always treasure her! ALWAYS!

monkey climb tree, i dun dare

2005-03-22T20:53:00.000-08:00

Monkey Climb trees, but i dun dare sia

Ladies and gentlemen, let me intro myself. I am a A Level holder whose cert showed that i flunked my exams. And i am going to poly!

Recently, a fren has been encouraging me to take a degree instead, from a private institute like SIM or MDIS or PSB, or ABC, DEF, whatever.

But i prefer a dip from SP.. Let me tell u y. Cos its more stable and recognised! I dun like short cut degrees!

Give u an example. Imagine, everyone would like to live in a 50 storey apartment, where u get bird's eye view, cock eye view or whatever works. And when u look out your window, u look down on the whole world. But not everyone can afford it.

So this is wat i do: I spend what i can, and live in the 10th storey(go poly). I dun get any bird eye view, and when neighbours from higher up hand their underwear out the water will drip on my favourite clothes and all that.

This is wat Short-cut degree people do: They pack their barang barang into a ali-baba bag, then they start climbing up a 50 storey tall tree(short-cut degree), intending to call it 'home sweet home'. Yes, they can look down on the world, and 'fly' with all the eagles!

But wat if due to climbing tree, and a lack of grip, u fall? (Private degree wat, how much support u expect em to give you?)

Wat if the wind blow u off your tree, or someone chops it down( Same wat, pte degree where stable?)

Supreme Vampiric Evil!!!

2005-02-21T08:16:00.000-08:00

Fiends and felatives,

Here's an account to scare the living shit out of you. Coincidence or not, well, its up to ya.

Seen the new movie 'white noise'?

I was at Jubilee AMK with my dear the other day. We were outside popular bookstore. We went to the toilet, and agreed to meet outside popular bookstore when we r done.

I was done first, and so i waited. I was standing just ion front of the 'White noise' poster waiting. Then dear dear decided to stun me by frightening me from behind. So she sneaked up on me. Instead she tripped on me and broke her toe nails. It bled. Imagine her pain.

The next day, we walked pass that poster again. Just as we were walking pass that poster, we witnessed something similar! A girl tripped and broke her toe nails there, at exactly the same spot as my dearie! Hers was worse, her sandals was stained with her blood too...

Same place, it happened right b4 our very eyes again. We felt that the place was spooky. Never once i thought that poster had got anything to do with it.

Then on sat night, i got a dream that felt so real. The first image of my dream has dearie breaking her nails. The second image was of that passer-by girl crying after breaking her nails. The weird revelation was, the ghostly image was standing at a corner looking at this all happening!

I was awaken from my dream. Yes, i began to realise for the first time, the exact spot these 2 painful incidents happen, was just in front of that poster! This was when i realise this coincidence could have something to do with that ghostly image!

Imagine, the same breaking of toe-nails happen at exactly the same spot.
And, the second time it happened, it got to be in front of my eyes again.
And, i never once thot the poster had got anything to do with it, till that dream.

Then last night in the bus, i was on my way back to camp. I fell asleep in the bus, almost over-shot my stop. Then something jerked me awake. The moment i opened my eyes, i was staring at that poster again! The poster was put as an advertisement on the bus-stop! The feeling when i was jerked awake was, total fucking weird! K.. i admit, it did scare me.

Believe or not, its up to you. For pple who believe, remember to clip your nails short. For sarcastic non-believers, please please do keep your nails as long as possible and maybe do some tap dance in front of that poster, see how long your nails will last.

2004-12-15T18:30:00.000-08:00

hmm. haven been updating my blog for a long long time. Now stoning in office, waiting to book out, while my dear is already waiting for me. WTF... shit.

Dunno whats wrong with me lately.. Many different species of germs am visiting me lately, like as if i am the hottest tourist spot for germs this season.

Firstly, i had a series of royal flush this weekend. The lao sai germs paid me a visit.

Then, i have a bad headache since monday. Today is already Wednesday. Hmm... maybe is blood clot, and i am going to 'up the lorry' soon, but i still dunno, still happily blogging away here.

And that doctor. My dear accompanied me to the doc (dog) that day. The first thing i told him, the most impt reason y i go see his face, is because i got headache.

When i reach home, i realise he gave me medicine for cough, gave me eye-drop, but forgot to give for headache. My eye almost drop sia, when i cannot find my headache medicine.

Damn bo liao.. stay in office just to wait to lock it up... Like... What the fuck... make me damn fucking PISS OFF!........ And my dear is waiting for me already.

My dear and i were super pissed off with some mud yo-yo yesterday... My theory y they r so black is: THe eveil from their heart travel thru their vein to their face, hence blackening them.... A second theory is: They r so purely stupid! They lack the brightness... Thats y only darkness show on the face.. Yes, i am a racist, so what, but i am a racist only because most of them are extremely racist too.. What can they do to me, Outfight me? Oh come on, dun joke, most of them are so fucking scrawny... I am so up there, all that they will never be, and there are so lowly that i will never be....

Mud yo-yo's love to copy westerners, doing extreme sports. The westerners are so pro, once in a while they might just fracture a bone, but our dear fellow citizen mud yoyo break their heads so frequently, like its a part of their 'extreme sports like that...

Joker works on his face

2004-12-01T18:15:00.000-08:00

My previous blog has been incinerated, cremated, buried, and put to sleep.

This is a whole new one. I really need a blog. Or else how can i broadcast the stupid doings of stupid cocksters to the whole world? And here it goes !!!!!!......

Today's guest star is Sim Buang Heng, from my camp. Let me give u some intro on him first:

1) Very long face, protruding jaws, arghhh. Just imagine... hideous. His face is probably god's idea of a joke. Maybe god decided to try being funny.

2) His hair is.... ah! got it.. Remember how the pringle's potato chips logo look like? The logo is a face. The hair on the logo is exactly how his hair looks like.
Very short hair, but still decided to comb centre parting. Looks like a moustach that grows above his fore-head.

His character is probably what MOE (Ministry of E-diots) try to prevent when they implemented civics and moral education in our sec sch days.

His latest crime: Waste of army resources.
First, he keep applying for self upgrading courses saying that if he upgrade himself he can benefit the army. Something like when a cow shits on a field the crops will all grow. Bull-shit.

Yesterday, he went to the medical centre to try to get army to sponsor his nose operation. He wants to straighten that dick on his face.

He will probably pretend to crawl on the floor, and say " ah, i cannot breath, my nose is crooked. The air cannot come out, please straighten it for me."

If i am the doctor i will just chop that damn thing out of his face and stick a rubber pipe there for him. Then he will probably get another medical appointment to alter the length of his pipe.

Before i go on, let me clarify. Nose being a little crooked is common. my nose is too. And there is a person i know of, who is very important to me, and this person has a slightly slanted nose too.

I am despising Sim, definitely not because of his crooked 'penis on his face' Cos there is nothing wrong and nothing to feel bad about if your nose is not as straight as your finger. I am despising Sim because of the way he Chao keng in army, always trying means and way to get all sorts of appointments to evade work, and finding excuse to use resources for his own sole benefit. What national service is he crapping about.

His national service probably means the nation serves him. Imagine 2 million singaporeans pay income-tax so that Sim Buan Heng straightens his nose?????? What the fuck!

And this idiot buys fabreeze to use as a air freshener. He happily spray and spray that damn thing in the bunk last friday. I was hiding in my bunk last friday, and was definitely not in a mood to admire that horse face's monkey tricks already, and that idiot still gave me a runny nose.

Talking about his logic:

1)He then sprayed some fabreeze on his uniform before before packing it to bring back to wash! For fuck? U r going to wash it already, so still spray fabreeze for what? Is it necessary? Its like saying that he feels a need to pull down his pants before he farts. I think he will see a need to do so.

2) After making the whole room smell so 'nice', he did not bother to stay inside with me to 'enjoy' the stench. He went home straight after thinking that he made the place smell nice. Even if he felt the place was sweet smelling, for fuck? wat for u freshen the air, then go home immediately and let the 'nice air' escape without u enjoying it? Its just like he wipes his backside very clean and sparkling, and wash it with martell, then immediately after that go and take a shit.

Haiz...