SOMETIMES YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES, AND YOU SEE NOTHING.

wah. weekends. ticking away fucking fast. tomorrows sunday already. bitching shit.

well, lets start with friday. school ended at 330. with a big fucking thanks to the horrible h1 timeslot positioning. school's supposed to end at 1230, but no. h1 HAD to start at 230. well. school ended and i went out with grace before heading to penitential service at church. i have repented for my sins. i am what you would call a brand new man. after that met my og7 for supper. john the once botak head has now has longer hair then me. and he couldnt stop laughing for a while. didn't really get to catch up with everyone, the tables were long, not circular. headed home. a rather well spent day.

saturday. woke up at 1045 to meet the church boys, ben damian gareth at the church stop where we headed to queensway. the timing was supposed to be meet at 11 but damian pushed it to 1130. and with-no-surprise, he was late still. we headed off to queensway where we walked around. damian and gareth got their boots. helped damian bargain for his pair. didnt really get to bargain with the indian fella mending the stall. my bargaining tactics didnt really work today. first he typed 26 on his calculator, then passed it to me. i then pressed minus 6 on the calculator and gave it back to him. he pressed delete and typed in 26 again stubbornly ( you know how they are.) so once again i took it back and minused 5 from it and got 21. he said nothing and told damian to try the size, in the end he ended up paying 26. fucking bastard. well. after that we headed to ikea to buy the fantastically priced 1 dollar hotdogs. we all had two each. headed to good old west united near church for lan. played battlefield where plenty of backstabbing and fights for the plane were present. and c&c where the afgans got owned. (terrorism is a failing cause.) after that i went home to sleep before i met grace and we went for dinner at longhouse. where the goreng pisang was closed when i wanted to buy it. we went to watch the liverpool game at redline. a good game it was. score was 4-1 liverpool. thank god i didnt bet. enjoyed the game. i sent her home where we enountered the scary poster with the girl with mouth cancer advertising anti-smoking. haha we were scared of her face. after that i got home. and here i am.

econs is calling out to me, two fucking essays to do. but for now i shall just show econs the middle finger and a sign which says tomorrow. for i am tired. looking forward to soccer tomorrow with the secondary boys.

A STORM IN THE HEAD.

pe was wild style today. 3 round 1 min 40 seconds each. real wild. god i have not run for so long so it was really hard. the guys seemed really half dead after the run. i think i need to get fit. and my class has some fit girls. almost like boy standards for running. after that was lessons and school ended at 330 for me. nothing much. not really a good day for me, today.






i'm just not sure.

DAMN, A KITKAT.

HAHA I NEED TO BLOG ABOUT THIS. i saw this drumstick ad. where this guy sees a drumstick. then inside it has a kit kat. but its a new flavour he didn't know. so he told his friend about it. then he thought it dropped inside or something. then his friend was like. hurry go go go. before security catch them. then they walked out of the shop, thinking the kitkat was some freebie. it is my new favourite advertisment.

if you dont think its funny, watch the ad. it doesnt sound as good there.

if you still dont think its funny, FUCK YOU. haha.

FADE IN, FADE OUT.

today was a totally slack day. after assembly there was a two hour break before we had our lessons. we slacked it away. then first stop, chinese class. it was the totally opposite of the ideal "learning journey" that we should we experiencing during lessons. i however took a different sort of journey, a journey in my sleep. i tricked myself that i would only be resting my head, but i fell into my minds trap, and sleep took over me. haha. i was awoken by sarina, where i was hit with the news that we were all kicked out of class. the entire last row, about 7 people including me, and also natalie one row infront, were kicked out. of the 8, 6 were asleep, and 2 were busy chatting. indeed the remarkable effects of education. a "learning journey", i must say. and in great contrast, after we got sent out, the desire to sleep had just faded away. amazing. after another 30min break it was econs lecture. i had harnessed my energy before that, so i stayed wide awake during the lecture. yixiang and saylay were dozing off and it looked quite funny. haha. well we all look like that while we are raging the war against the urge to fall alseep. well i didnt really get the lecture although i was awake, sheesh. after that was project work, where we were expected to brainstorm by ourselves cause the teacher didnt give us our groups. so i dont think it would be called "brainstorming". i would call it a braindrizzle. haha. but 5 braindrizzles together should give you a brainstorm. and 10 together maybe a braintsunami or something. haha.

well. schools out then. but had cca fair. i had joined 3 different ccas. cooking club. library. and fitness club. cooking clubs on wed. once a week. cook. go home. a blessed cca. i joined library after convinced by the too-awesome-to-be-passed-off promises. she told us that library was an hour a week, anyday i want. and i would become ex-co, and we given a fantastic testimonial. an offer i just could not resist. but if i found out she was full of empty promises, i was like shelve all the books wrongly for her so she can arrange it. fitness club on friday got a guy who will come in to train us, which is just what i need as i am terribly unfit. jane and nessa came back to sa today. we chatted and stuff. slacked about. then me and grace left before it started to rain.

yep thats all, another day ahead tomorrow.

BOOM SHAKALAKA.

well i had to fill in this pe form or something. so last night i asked my mom what blood group i am in. she was like. s. then i was like. what the fuck is group s? she was like s, s for stupid -.- and she laughed at her own lame joke. then i wanted to tell her she was in group b, b for bitch. but i figured if i said that i would get scolded. then while she was still thinking she was the comedian of the year, she decided to tell me more of her "hillarious" jokes. she says, what do you call a deer with no eye? no eye deer. (and she laughs again, alone.) what do you call a deer with no eye and not moving?still no eye deer (woohoo, funnnny.) so i just sit there and give her a stupid expression. still in false delusion, she decided to continue. she asked me. where does a dog go when hes sick? i got confused with the horsespitial joke, so i said, the dogspitial. when the answer was the dogtor (oh god.) so my mother laughed maniacally and didnt stop for a while. my gosh, shes so retarded. when you hear those jokes, it makes you just wanna say fuck you, but i cant cause shes my momma. ah well. thats my mom.

okay. i have been beat to the ground again by the timetables. NOW, FRIDAY ENDS AT 330 FOR ME. h1 has jsut been thrown in. and its from 230-330. when i was supposed to end at 1230. MOTHERFUCK. i found out the horrid truth in chinese, and boy did i want to scream FUCK really loudly but i had to hold it in. self control. man the timetables ARE FUCKED UP. hardcore lessons till 430 today and a bunch went to catch the game of rugby. sas vs acsi. exciting. saw some dirty moves. haha. sneaky bastards. one guy punched another fellow and walked away. haha. ruby is nice to watch. good game. looking forward to watch the sajc games. haha. well i am off. got fuckin econs again.

fucked hair, fucked timetable. ah bastards.

THE CURSE OF THE LATE TIMETABLES.

today morning i was greeted with a spectacular surprise. i end at 5 for like monday tuesday and thursday. which is really bitching. wed i end at 130 while friday i end at 1230. and we i think i got cca. so this really sucks. reaching home at like 6 sucks big time man. once again bad luck has reared its ugly head at me. i was cussing and swearing the entire morning to make myself feel better. well lady like must have smiled at me for a little while today. bless the heavens, my econs teacher is not fucking mrs wong (oh yes jesus loves me.) i got the man lecturer, the guy wearing specs and looks crazy from economics. hes a good teacher and i am so damn happy i didnt get mrs wong.

well. today grace has been invigorated by the bad luck streak we are having. she spilled curry on herself and shes looking really pissed. and she lost her wallet. but she was lucky and her friend found it. what was unlucky is that she has a really really dumb friend. he found her wallet. forgot about it. put it in his bag. and forgot to tell her. what a bloody moron. well she was looking annoyed the entire time since the moment i met her. ah well. hope our bad luck goes away.

speaking of econs, i've got work to do. i don't want to be adding this new guy to the teachers-who-dislike-me list. i think its a pretty long list.

AH, IT BURNS.

woke up today for mass. once again i received the much-expected comments about my hair from church friends. man this hair is really pissing me off. i am desperately trying to grow it quickly, with rather feeble attempts with some hair growth tonic. there is indeed a drop in the confidence level. fucking bastards cut my hair. i hope they accidentally burn their hair at a barberque or something.

went to queensway today with dad and mom. got a pair of sports shoes and shorts. heading of for soccer to meet my secondary school bros. once again i am expecting the same comments about the hair. i can see it now. "HAHAHAHA YOUR HAIR SUCKS" "FUCK YOU YOUR HAIR SUCKS" i can definitely see it now -.-

into slightly deeper thought. why do boys have to have short hair cuts? its really retarded i really wonder whos the fucker who came up with that stupid rule. so boys can look neat? look tidy? what is the purpose of looking neat in the first place? looking neat doesnt mean your actually smart. you can get this super neat pressed pants guy who is a big dumbass and compare him with a fellow who looks like he lives on the streets but is a genius. and the genius would obviously do better in school and stuff. so neatness = bullshit. if everyone in school a had sloped hair. and everyone in school b looked like homeless guys. school b would still be better than school a. so why the fuck do we have to have short hair? it doesnt change you in any way. it doesnt make you smarter. does the school want to win the neatest school award or some shit? or beat the world record for most sloped-hairstyle-boys in a single educational institution? fuck no. so making us cut hair is totally pointless. ah you fucking bastards.

ah im fed up with the fucking rules, and my hair. everyone pray that my hair grows very fast please.

HERE GOES.

ah, the smell of a new blog? rubbish. blogs have no damned smell. well i thought i might give a shot at having a blog. gives me something to do if i am bored. but i might not be updating as much if i'm busy.

moving on, let me tell you about a life changing experience which has just occurred to me. its has everything to do with my hair. yes, h-a-i-r. i have to really thank the SA discipline committee for fucking it up real bad. they have an extremely bad choice of hair cutters to call in. some slacker wearing a plain shirt and baggy jeans. for about two years i have not heard the dreadful sound of the shaver to my ears. and boy its bad i tell you. eahhhhhh eahhhh eahhhh, like the devil or something. and with a simple swish, it murders my hair. ah the burns. now my hair is graced with a hill on my fucking head where i have a slope. like abel hill or something on the back of my head. i told the guy, "abang, relax on my hair la." and this is what the bastard left me with. there is another answer to why i have this slope on my head. while lining up. i could not control my mouth once again. and i went up to the dm and told him. "eh sir, i cut your hairstyle la. nicest la your hair." and he to no surprise got fucking pissed. and from one of the last in line. an extremely ticked off guy pulled me to the front and asked my hair to be cut extra short (you fucking bastard) well i've heard that he is a nice man, and i shall give him a chance la. well. i am also extremely unlucky that my hair has been cut. me and my pal joseph have initially escaped the haircheck and were sitting on the toliet floor (we looked like the fella in the sony advertisement) and i thought i was home-free. i opened the lecture door to the first lecture and put one foot in. then. "eh boy?! how come you didnt get caught?? your hair is outrageously long." two pe teachers caught my ass. sidetracking from the story. i personally feel that pe teachers are the worst kind of teachers (no offence, there are alot of nice slack pe teachers out there). there are only troubled with the task of watching classes run and play soccer so they are easily bored. and this tends to make them want to feel more used and self-appoint themselves as discipline teachers and take joy in catching boys like me (you bastards.) okay back to the story. they dragged me back to the dm. and they took my ez link card, forcing me into a corner. i could have just ran away, but i didn't want to complicate these two years in my jc life. low profile low profile. dont want to be having secondary school again wouldn't we. well and so my hair is now gone with the wind. and i am left here feeling really fucked off about it. 2 months before its better. and the thing is. after that i had no more lessons. so i only came to school to get my hair cut. and putting it this way it makes me want to say FUCK, extremely loudly.

on friday, my bad luck has shown its ugly face again. i fell into some dirty water (i am praying it is not some piss or something) while playing soccer. forcing me to go home and change. then i headed off to queensway with grace. she bought a bottle, finding out that it had a wierd hidden design after she bought it. haha. i bought a ball and a shoebag. then we went to marina bay for dinner. ate the buffet thing. ate alot of stuff. grace is scared of live prawns. haha. it sucks to be a prawn. 90% chance you are gonna get eaten. hahaha. like imagine when you are born you look at those little feeler things (legs?) or whatever and you gotta know you are fucked. haha. got to suck to be a prawn. well there was this last prawn. boy he was a fighter. but i cooked him and ate him. haha. maybe he was the boss prawn or something. haha. he's in me now. foods good, drinks terribly overpriced. overall it was a good day, enjoyed myself except for the falling into dirty water part.

well i guess i will be off now. got mass tomorrow which i dont think i will be paying attention at. i hope my streak of bad luck ends.