NO wonder I've been sleeping like a pig for the last week of school. Someone seriously wants me to recharge for my schedule this 2 weeks.

• Wednesday - OGL training
• Thursday - OGL training
• Friday - OGL training

So they wanted to kill us.

• Saturday - (Intensive) floorball training / lunch immediately after at Merchant Court / Shopping for a spastic Baby-G which runs on solar.
  

We didn't know that watch runs on solar until we brought it home and my bro told me "OOI...runs on solar leh! Look!"

Oh well. Kewl.

Luch wasn't bad. Went Merchant Court last time for my other aunt's birthday...or was it? Can't remember. Emberlynn was around...so....yeah --- It was this year we went. It was so fun the last time, cos all the food there's ok, and the ambience was excellent. This time round was different, though, some stuff like the lobster and crayfish were gone, and they now have this "DEEPFRIED ICECREAM". Kinda oily, if you ask me, but they stuffed a scoop of ice cream into a piece of bread, and fried it! So COOL! Never seen such thing before. The ice cream doesn't seep thru the bread, but almost flows like a mini coloured river when you slice your fork thru it. Taste not too cold --- obviously cos it was fried, so the oil sucked the temperature right out, but the core is still creamy and the crust outside crispy even after the 2nd or 3rd bite on it.

Heavenly.

• Sunday - Sitex 2004
• Monday - Intensive floorball training

Then I rest for a day....Most likely not cos something certainly always crops up, or I'll go out myself to buy my stuff.

• Wednesday - Floorball game with PHS
• Thursday -
  
• Friday - Floorball training
• Saturday - Floorball Training.

CJ is crazy to suggest such a schedule. Clarence is even crazier to reluctantly agree.
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Damn school. Had to go back these 3 days for the OGL thingy. It was bad to begin with. And worst as it goes along. What I'm guessing is that these people who actually came are trying to escape the 1st wek tests. Rule is that because OGLs need to orientate the freshmen, so they'll be fking occupied, resulting in them not being to attend the spastic tests that need at least one week to finish.

Now my calf is so painful, and all thanks to the others who didn't do their job properly. We had to balance pails with our legs --- lying down on the steaming ground outside the J-Block. Of course, anybody who has the right frame of mind certainly wouldn't enjoy it. Think of it as your huge ass burning. Like your mother had shoved you into the baking oven set at 600ºC --- and your ass hit the heating element.

Ouch.

Ok. So these assholes had spastic feets and they can't balance the fking pail properly and they spilled some of the contents into Sadi's pants. Most unfortuantely, his bball pants wern't exactly water-proof. Right. His undies kena. Then he was complaining about the wet underwear he's wearing, and splashing water into people who's beside him --- like me.

Meanwhile, our dear SCs are having a fine time pouring water down our naked laps. This reminds me to spit at them everytime they come near me.

Watchout.

Dance in the morning was worse. Couldn't master the 2 new dances properly. Not that anyone can do that in one day --- I think, but must they really make things so complicated? Having your students pant like mad isn't exactly the best way to let them remember. Oh shush. I bullied my students like a nut case in the 2nd orientation. HEY. Don't blame me. My team of 10 had to teach the 600+ people, okay? Nice job you people have here to teach a bunch of considerably more intelligent beings today.





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I decidedly not to shop at Royal Sporting House --- not ever, not again.

Ma needed a pair of shoes for her new job at the airport, so we went out to get her a new pair. Surprisingly, the sales personel ddin't bother us when we stepped into the shop. And they pretty much left us alone to do what we wanted. While they stoned, looking as if they are thinking of the 5-some they had in the store last night.

So we saw a pair of shoes, made some extensive gestures to hint to the morons to COME OVER HERE!! I'M GONNA GUY THIS PAIR AND YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME TO BUY THAT SET WHICH IS ON DISPLAY, YOU CRAPHOLE.

I looked around. This salesman looked back. And then he looked away.

Whoah.

Attitude. I tooked the shoe and waved and knocked his crotch and repeated my knocking as if I was smacking some cockroaches --- right on his teeny dick.

Nah.

I shouted at him to GET ME A PAIR! SIZE 4! BE QUICK.

And he scuttled to his hiding in the storeroom to get my barang-barang. What a crap-excretor.


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Laziness did.
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Is it something of the New Yorkers? This is like the gazillionth time I'm seeing this on the Picks list:



Just as I'm typing this, I'm listening to BBC Radio One and Eminem's singing his latest "Just Lose It". And I'm smiling from ear to ear. I dunno. Probably it's the fun looping here and there. And he goes "UM-UM-UM-UM CATCH MY BAAADY". I haven't got the video yet, which looked something like some whte moron running naked dwon the dark streets.

Tell you a secret: I plan to put Edward up in the edited video and send it over to MTV Asia. See if they put it out:

"...HEy you're tuning in to MTV Asia here with me Utt. And we have a new video sent in by someone who calls himself fishy underscore fella with what the..hold on! One second...

#Looks at program manager and gasped

"...Umm..okie..Eminem featuring Edward with he latest in JUST LOOOOSE it! Enjoy!"

And you see the ever sexy Edward running down the streets of West Jakarta, the mata running after him to collect kopi money he owes for their ....ahem...service.

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Papa was home last week, so I didn't have much time to blog, lest you're wondering. And we finallt went to the Sembawang Seafood restaurant they have been yakking about. Fortunately, the 24-hour flashing Seafood sign --- which looked to seem as if they are hiding some prositution ring under it --- is not it

Saucy imagination.

Anyway, the restaurant's the very first shophouse when you enter the small road, just opposite the flashing neon signs.

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Talking about flashing neon signs, I had been wondering why the Singaporean Govt didn't allow our companies to have neon signs all over. Other asian countries have these fabulous signs --- HK, Jakarta --- the works. Don't they look great? Even if you cruise around on Sunday evening, you probably can see enough so you can not switch on your head lamps and see the pretty girl across the street wearing nothing.

Are Singaporeans so worried about all sorts of crap that they could sacrifice their entertainment? Whta kinda people is this? Imagine! The flashing! The Marbolo flashing cigar packs. The LA-signs with the incredibly lame imitation of some slutty neon bitch that may just voice mysteriously "Come heeeere, honey, love is in the air!" hanging around probably in the Geylang area.

Colourful.

No wonder they say Singaporeans can be mechanical and guess what? Creativity is stiffled. Creative©, you were saying?

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I need a break.

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Due to excessive sleep deprivation of the past year, your's truely has decided not to blog, which can take up as much as 30% of the full battery charge, for the last week.

But to think of it, being at home for the last few days like a good boy does have it's good. Take this inspiration for example.

I always thought what the parents is the child will be. If your parents are teachers --- this I'm assumong both parents are teachers --- you most probably have your work in the teaching industry cut out for you. Either you have a knack for teaching or you grasp technical concepts so fast that Michael Shumachel would feel shamed.

So with me, my dad's part electrician, part mechanic, part everything else --- the handyman. My ma's the pro with sewing machines, with occasional clothes design that wouldn't turn out too bad to be put chucked intot the dustbin straightaway. And she's a fabously housewife/mother.

With the recent incidents such as the sewing machine bombing out after one of the wires touched it's body, and the cooking wokforever being dirty, and computers' hardwares needing to be fixed, my mom would need a one --- my dad to fix the sewing machine, two --- an extra hand to scrub the fking wok like some
spastic kid, three --- my aunty needs my other aunty's husband to fix the wiring.

Here comes me.

I'm sent to change the sewing machine's plugs. Fix it, generally.

I'm sent to wash the woks. Probabaly cos I'm doing most of the washing all the time.

I'm sent to fix the hardware for my aunty's comp.

So that's why I rarely have the time to do anything except to charge my batteries on bed.

See even now I'm rubbing my eyes. I'm tired.


*beep!*

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So coming back to my point, I consider myself a Jack of All Trades! At least I'm much better than my dear brother who can do nothing other than look into the mirror and comb his hair all the time.

Let's just pray your's truely does fix the wrong thing in future and stuff the live wire into the hole meant for earth and shock the entire Yishun and proximity of 100miles radius into a blackout.


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And then again there's the issue of guys who spend the whole day infront the mirror making sure that every strand of hair is put into place. Get real. You don't need to do that unless you are desperately needing to look like oe of the those gay-ed children of the 1950's who wear the thick rimmed plastic specs.

Not that I'm don't do that at all. But the last time I remembered doing the same thing was.....was.....WAS..... I ddin't. Hey! Unless you count the last time when the family hairdresser gelled up my hair cos I looked too rubbish to attend my aunty's wedding.

But other than that, I think except for special occasions like when you are going to expect Marilyn Monroe to hump you over and over again or when or your very own wedding do you need to style and blow and spent the universe's time to do your hair in front of the fking mirror, do you really need to see to that crown of your's.


Of course taking account to that, I do advise you not to spend the 10-minutes you saved daily to doll up your hair like this:





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Enough of hairy business.

I decided to pay some attention to the models of phones our local telcos are offering. One of my current favourites is the Sony Ericsson S700i:



Also, the never passe K700i:



Somehow, I want to trade my T610 for eith of these ones. Singaporeans should quit following my footsteps and use all the phones I used. First it was the N8250:



Then it's the T610.



Yeah. I know they are the sleekest. That's why I had them. Hmm..Does that mean I have good taste?

Quite unlike Hasyir's phone. Which looks complete bullshit. ;-p :




The GUI is terrible. Only a croc-skin-mat like him will love that. The only geature I like is his camera. Quite sharp and pretty good for taking pictures of girls.

But I still want my S700i.

*Hint, blogders.
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I'm officially telling the world it is quite safe to use Skype.







Enjoy!

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Laziness did.
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I think I haven't done one thing this weekend.

I forgot to buy my LinuxFormat magazine.

OK. That's besides the point. I went out yesterday and today and confirmed just how much I hate guys who wear pink. Such an obnoxious colour.

You see these guys who try to be trendy by wearing this latest colour whihc claims to be the lastest and the hippiest colour:

PINK

These people are everywhere. I saw dining at Nooch with Ma. This guy was downstairs outdoors of the Borders Cafe, and he had this guy companion sitting beside him. Contrary to your thinking, these two boys were not hugging and kissing and doing the full-blown body melt.

Chatting.

Back to my story of PINK. Personally, everywhere I turn, I kept seeing these people in pink sashaying as if their father were LKY. Pink by itself wasn't all that bad, cos if you darken it slightly, you probably get PURPLE. But if you lighten PINK, you'll get LIGHT PINK.It's so shit.

If you're a guy.....if you're metrosexual (you wish....), LIGHT PINK is not the right colour. PINK is.

And if LIGHT PINK is not bad enough, LIGHT PINK wearers who don light cotton clothing is the worst. If you remember David Yeo --- yeah, the ousted Singapore Idol. Recall him in his pink audition shirt.

Damn it's bad looking.

So as a form of good advice from a student, Malay boys look especially bad with pink shirts.

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Laziness did.
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I thought I was going to die from over exposure to paper on Wednesday night when I had to memorise 3 pages of speech with my terribly good-looking small handing writing on A4 sized paper.

I thought I really CMI after not being able to squeeze my 5.45min speech into 5 minutes despite having shoved out about 5 seconds worth of ridicously-sounding POS (that's Piece Of Shit, lest you're wondering).

I thought I was going to die from my lack of brainpower and not being able get all that shitty speech in, despite being able to regurgitate 5 billion lines of codes for programming a Linux system from scratch.

(That was a lie.)

I thought I was going to die from the excitement in the morning when i woke up early specially for the sake of memorising my speech again. I made in in 3 minutes +. I made a speech meant for 5 min 40 seconds into 3 minutes 15 seconds.

I thought I was going mad.

I thought I hoped I get knocked down by a huge bendy bus while I was walking to school, and get run over again and again by 5,000,000 of the 10-wheeler trucks which they used in construction sites --- all these for the sake of not having to present my sadistic project.

*thinks*

I thought I kept asking how last Friday went when I reached school and went to C9 classroom.

I thought I was going to die form the lack of taking the initiative of preparing my group for the Q&A after the OP.

I thought Chengyi was sputtering bad enough while he practised his speech at the Grand Stand and talked to the empty bball court.

I thought he was going to die from a heart attack from stage fright in the classroom later on in the real thing.

I thought I was going to die from laughter when I saw Shelia put her pen down to listen to my talk about my caveman story.

I thought I saw a hand waving madly while in my presentation.

I thought my eyes were going mad.

I thought I saw Lugman put a laugh around his face.

I thought I saw mun mun nod in agreement, but I forgot when.

I thougt I saw the smiles on my dear GeePee teacher CindyT's and Shelia's face when I finished my speech.

I thought my group was going die when the lightning strikes the metallic container when Abigail sputtered when CindyT asked her something.

I thought I saw her shaking in fear.

I thought "HAHA....................................oh NO!!"

I thought the world just took off on my back on one of those cargo huge birds from the military when it was over and we were ordered to stay out of the classroom.

I thought I remembered beaming to myself when I walked to the canteen with *jackie.

I thought I remembered *jackie kept hammering "SNOWBALL! You should have used the term SNOWBALLING OF PROBLEMS!!!"










I am so lucky it's over.










This morning's paper --- I'm going to flunk it.

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What Rubbish. http://www.mslinux.org

As usual, I had nothing better to do than to play Literati (That's Yahoo! lingo for scrabble)

So I entered my usual room at Concordance:

x_dresser_in_hose: asl?
shawn_926: 17/m/s'pore
x_dresser_in_hose: oh. boys. I love boys
x_dresser_in_hose: boys on boys, boys on girls..they are all the same to me
shawn_926: game?
x_dresser_in_hose: I'm a female impersonator
x_dresser_in_hose: I'm actually a male

So at this point, you guessed that though I loved my cousins, that's about all the kdis I love. I exited. Points doesn't matter. He/She was about to go into details of what he/she does with his/she nipples in the Concordance Room.

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Mark Richmond is is like a drug. Once you get some of him, especially those that make you REAL high, you don't want to stop listening to him. Unless of course for the clean people out there who can't stand a single person who makes fun of himself like saying that he walks around the recent Halloween part completely naked and "You should try it too!" nonsense of such. Another one might be "Hey Mark, whacha wearing now?" "Oh! A singlet like those Ah Peks wear and a pair of pink boxers with white pokadots."

LOL.

And of course he might not have started the trend of "Be naughty!" as the ending phrase of his shows. So all of you who heard the show and decided to take on copies as such, like Rais's "Mat Rai out." or my titi's "Dylon out!", will probably hate him for him 'copying your idea'.

*Thinks*

Oh whatever.

So the idea is that you hate him for him giving you the idea to do such trademark signoffs.

Undisputedly, Ryan Seacrest also has such an odd habit of "Seacrest...OUT!" If I remembered correctly, he told the whole world while recording one of his top 40 shows it was a slip of his tongue during one of his radio shows. Hmm..I think he was desperately looking for something to flll the remaining 2 seconds, so it just popped out.

Talking about talking cocks.

Just Came off Mark's show and it seemed he lives in Yishun. We have to be careful now that we might have a tall eurasian guy walking around naked in the night of weekends perphaps humping his girlfriend Beatrice Chia - another tall but IMOHO, quite plain-looking Singapore hag.

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It seems the latest craze of korean drama has taken over the house. Just last night, for the first time in history, my ma, my titi and I had to fight over the TV. Tehy wanted to watch that dumb-dumb korean show about some woman who is (i think is mentally sick cos it's her fking wish to serve the former-North Korean Kingdom) stuck with all sorts of problems about food and medicine and what-you-not encounters of evil people who want her out of the kingdom.

But I just wanted to watch the stupid Jim Carrey's ME, Myself & Irene. Knowing well what live TV can do against VCDs, i hung on and of course --- won.

Is it just me or what?

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Didn't had that much luck today. Alvin, Vincent, Clarence and the sidekick Daniel and the gang of 104 have decided to bring their unscrumptious attitude to the pissful weather of J1-02. Hardly the worth of your's truly's mention on this blog when people can come together and keep on comlplaining how "hot" the classroom is, "why can't we move back to our classroom". Ah. The shit I see in 104.

Sigh.

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Laziness did.
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