February 29

well this doesnt come around every year.

gp common test today was the shit.
essay was ok la. dont think i did a very good piece, but i think it should be acceptable. did qn 5, on democracy. like juanha and sammy and some many other reall men i sppose.
compre made me foam my dick off. i think if u saw me just after the 3rd question, u wud c froth coming out from my mouth and washing down the table onto the floor and everywhere. bloody fuck the compre is damn hard! i just stoned at every other question and my summary was only 80+ words long. aq was shitty. stoned for like 5 mins, then started to write. 5 mins later, i dont know what i hav been writing but continue anyway. ggxx. no A already.

aiyah. after that had lunch at ljs with marcus, lenny and loserluo. where we discussed cip and talked a lot of nonsense. went to popular to try to buy some guide books, but fuck things dont come cheap these days, the fucking book costs a fucking $25! and the answers come separately, another $25!! fucking hell cheating poor students like me!

i guess buying these books are still a cheaper proposition than having tuition, as long as i use them. alright must HARDCORE.

Life is just a Game

it is gp common test tomorrow. true to popular belief, im not preparing for gp. not because ive become damn cocky from my straights, or from my 80% in promos. there is really nothing much to be done or that can be done at this point in time to salvage anything. if u suck at gp, u will still suck at it come tomorrow. u can memorize all the numbers, but if ur illogical ur essay will still be as easily comprehensible as the little red book in uighur. even if the essay has CSS TEET PPC, it would have no flaws, but it wont be flawless. it would be clinical, with no flair. even if u actually get a good mark, deep down inside u know that its because the tutors really cannot be bothered to pore through the essays and u just got lucky.

gp is not freefrag for me. i just got lucky twice. its just that seriously i dont see how u can prepare for aq or summary or the essay. i dont see how i can improve my 5 to an 8. and seriously, i dont really give a fuck. as long as my mark looks nice, really, im not thaat bothered.

gpA is desirous. i suppose. but econs really is the jewel, the mother of all As. must really be godlike to get A for econs. argh. and i need all the As i can get to even be able to get to the uk uni admissions stage. argh fuch.

things have not all been going all that smooth of late. i guess life is spiced by the ups and the downs. if my journey were all goodwinds and nogales, then i guess it would be a shitty journey, unless i shoot down an albatross.

i just want to say one thing..
i is what i is.

and i dont really care what people say
and i dont really watch what them want do.

no fuck.i just know i treat people fairly, and if my fair is not fair then its just too bad.

my head is hard and my heart is cold.

i like them like them are now. and i dont care if u are chairman mao or chiang kai shek. or their underlings.



just not too very long ago,
when we were lesser
when there was nothing i feared
nothing i thought about
and we talked nothing
and we lauged nothing
those were the days of our lives.
i still love you.

you are my wonderwall

someone got 24/25 for physics test. someone is getting cocky cause he can do chem damn fast.
haha
anyway, life is getting usual. as usual as it usually is. it is so special that everyday is almost the same and so usual. when things are getting too usual, they may seem to be special and unusual.

so lets talk about my zao bao orientation, my group is not bad. not as tough as what i thought it got to be. but got alot of suckers who desperately wanna my position, that is good. let them fight and i will be happily waiting and getting all the benefits.
anyway, jue mei is there also. *FOAM* she is really pretty......pitiful....

today got 'chem test'. plastic bag got owned. i think she is crying inside lah.

we met principal in the morning and discussed what rafflesian's spirit mean to us! some sucker said that it meant that we had to suffer together and it would yield a common experience which could bond us. what the hell? does it even answer the question? surprisingly, it was highly praised by the TJ-NJ-Hwa Chong-SA-RJ principal. she also commented the sucker's thought as mature and deep! what the hell? OH MY GOD!

run at night with don and aaron. freaking hell. standard dropped like shit. 1100 for 2.4. foaming inside out. but i bet don's d**k is purple alr. haha. that bastard still suan me.
ZN: hey,dude. u ok?
D:o......k...... i got........... ch.......est .......pain. "hu..........hu.....huh.....u" foam....ing......
ZN:relax lah. keep walking.
D:o......k..but..no matter.............how fast u.................run.......i.............still can .........do..............1 more.........................chain...................up...........than..u........heehee........heee
pls, foaming so badly still so hardcore suan me...

ok, time to go...security guard come and chase me and aaron.
good night guys.:)

Je m'appelle Helene

nothing original about joi chua's tunes. suxcox man. it seems like the chinese singers enjoy using cloned music of late, what with helene, dragostea din tei, paris to berlin.

life is fucking tough now. i got stuck at assgn 12A qn1. so i gave up. and went to watch tv. the channel 8 7pm show is quite spastic, but somehow i enjoy watching it. i enjoy the nonstoprapidshot that what render linear thought impossible, according to calvin. some actresses quite chio.

tomorrow we have chem test, but says its open book. fk. open book tests mean that books are useless. going to die again tomorrow. haiz.

note to self

1: MUG FOR CTs
2: MUG FOR CHEM TEST
3: MUG FOR ECONS TEST
4: DO 12B
5: DO HALOGEN DERIVATIVES
6: DO UP PROPOSAL FOR CAQ08
7: DO THE FUCKING AP HOMEWORK WITH ZHENAN AND HIS PRC FRIEND
8: DO ASSIGN 12A

masochistic whores i visit

it has been awhyle since i blogged.
in this long while somethings have transpired. many things have transpired actually, and thats why i havent blogged for awhyle. busy with life, busy with living. i suppose.

my h3 started. the lecturer, some w1nst0n is quite a cool guy. i think he is quite smart. but other than that his lessons have been pretty boring. it just starts with the soporific ambience of the lecture theater. which has been so fucking dirty my nose awlays licks. game theory is actually very fun when u read the book, which is called games of strategy by dixit and skeath. i actually spent 1 hour just reading it even though i would have been better off mugging h2 econs cos theres an impending test this tuesday where i sense impending doom.

my econs sucks bigtime. yeah. i got max 14/25 for my essay. which says a lot about my suckiness at it. zhenan got 15. heehee. actually that was just spastic, cos zhenan can be quite smart. but heck im not really bothered. now the only thing bothering me is my nose. which has been leaking. like ive got incontinence of the nose, thanks to 6 hours in gummy seminar rooms in smu on a saturday when the opp cost is extremely high.

i like econs, even though i suck at it. who says i have to be good at something to like it? even if i have an absolute disadvantage. i still likes it. just like i love surfing porn i love mugging econs.

ap has been quite loser. looks like im going to die. watched joyluckclub which was really really slow going. but i thought the actresses were hot in their own ways. i find submissive women hot. i think women should be subservient. and the sex scene where the man just banged the woman on the dancefloor after the party totally blew my mind away. prof said that many people felt 3 things after the show.

1, that men are all bastards. well i thought the men in joyluckclub were all REAL MEN. maybe except that fucker who just refused to fuck ling and the fucker who had to split everything down clear. the most MAN man, (the man manlier than the manly man lenny) was the one who just goes around conquering women and leaving them. the same guy who banged the girl on the dancefloor.

2. they says its emotional blackmail. i think its just too slow going it gets a little boring. maybe the book would be emotional blackmail.

3. people started loving and treasuring their mothers more. well, i know and im proud that my mother wasnt so screwed up as all the mothers who appeared in the show. shit if they were my mothers i would just hang myself.

on this, i went for dramafeste yesterday. my first and maybe last dramafest. rj is just a school filled with troubled students who write lousy scripts. HH was total nonsense. walterwong's play was quite lousy not because it was confusing, but rather the catharsis, rather the feeling of catharsis simply couldnt be evoked like that. and the breaking of the 3rd wall was done very poorly cos it was really over the top. to top it all off, the journalist in the audience was not really familiar or not really prepared.

BW was damn crap. joseph acted well, but his acting obviously didnt save the script. there were only 2 actors by the way, and the girl just sucked. anyway i never like crossdressing or girls playing guys, but it seems like thats the way in rj. back to the script, which was just confusing and convoluted. the motorcycle into the plane, into the flying motorcycle, just products of a confused and troubled and twisted soul or mind.

BB was just spoilt by the multiple scene changes and that some characters just werent developed enough. it didnt achieve the macabre as with the lottery, which i thought was sheer brilliance. BB's strong point was the violence, sheer, pure, abject, violence. anyway charissa's sister acted well. haha. she looked like a ghost when she was tied up on the chair waiting to get stabbed.

after watching 3 screwed up lousy disgusting nonsense, MT's play was just sheer brilliance. no, actually it is sheer brilliance. by auyong, it talks about a girl who got knocked down by a car, i think cos she flung herself in its path. and then it shows her damn sad depressing life, how her father is a total fucker, her mother is totally absent and her husband is a wuss. the cast was pretty strong, i think the boyfriend and the father acted extremely well. the story was also quite well constructed, and the flow was good. not afflicted by the excessive scene changes, and i think the audience got to really know the characters.

MR's one was also very good. Solve for H was quite impressive, especially with all the actors who were model clays or something. i particularly liked the way they exploited the strengths of theater. and how they got so many people involved. the script was very good, except that the touch on homosecuality was a little out of place, cos too little attention was given to it, and i think that it should be left out. it was quite touching, although again i think they shouldnt get a girl to play the male role.

Dramafest'08 was worth the watch only for the last 2 plays. the first 3 were crap. i know im being disloyal here, but BW was seriously junk. didnt help that nigel was in the crew, haha. anyway, josh, some bigshotdramafest comm guy said that they went through the plays before they decided the order. smart move, cos after the first 2, most people would hav eleft.

i joined a new cca. 5inarow club. heehee. go there fool around and get attendance.
heehee.

i have an innate ability to screw things up. like my ns sign up. but i solved it. cos registering this year, i dont need to defer at all.

caught not the mug bug

i decided to blog to salvage whatever i can from my appalling state of english
but im tyred so shall make it short
happy clubbers rule!

i am speechless

i am speechless,
right after i logged onto my college board account

i am speechless,
or rather i lost my voice and cannot speak at all.

spa tmr,
should i take mc?

2260

i should eat shit and die.
what kind of shit score is that?
yep, all the girls will be spitting on me soon.

sigh.

any university worth going (i.e. the ivies like harvard yale princeton upenn and other pro unis like stanford) all require scores above 2300? and for foreigners even 2300 is not a comfortable score.

smu looks inviting again. my score is way above their 'good SAT score measure' of 1900+. time to start hardcoring ICC to get my A for it. pray then i can pursue Law and Economics at smu, and pray i do well enough in my GRE or something to pursue a good postgrad course in a good university.

im really disappointed in myself. i really let myself down. i didnt work hard enough, and i didnt test well enough. im screwed, screwed, screwed. today we had Interview Skills for civics. it was mostly hot air and cold jokes, but one thing he said pierced me really deep. it was the analogy of the saddle and the horse.

the jeweled saddle is bound to attract attention. the jeweled saddle is bound to be the clincher for an untested horse, never mind his latent potential. because the jeweled saddle is actually or supposedly reflective of the horse's potential.

we are like the horses, and our laurels the jeweled saddle. we are untested. it is the saddle that would 'kai1 lu4' in the working world. we have no bigmatch experience, so all we have is the saddle.

and the jeweled studded aniline leather saddle would not even pique the interest of a prospective owner. because many horses now come with jeweled studded aniline leather saddles. it just gives u a chance.

the SAT is a first step to getting a good degree. and a good degree is a good meal coupon. i squandered my chances at a good meal coupon. the future now looks bleak. it is cruel, but its the world, and since ive just a loser torn and roughshod saddle no one would even have me in their eyes even for a hair of a second. simply put, im screwed. ive been banished to join the wusses. banished to wussland. banished to moulmein to join ken and max and jianming.

that day i left the sports hall at acjc, i left, as pjl put, with my integrity intact. and he knows he would respect a person like me. and i know he would and i hope he would. snap out of it! uc berkeley wont know if you flipped back to your essay during your math section. harvard wont know if you did critical reading when it was the math section. in fact they wont even care. only the heavens may know, but clearly the heavens arent doing anything about it. because cheaters have always won. i know, ive seen.

my integrity was intact, but all else was shattered, shattered to millions of small shards and blown away in the wind, forever never to return. im a broken man. infirmed, incomplete. SAT shatters lives. well at least it has shattered mine.

yeah, retake again, but even when i retake it, my loser 2260 will be written all over my university applications. and if i retake again and then screw myself by not showing a big improvement, it reflects my hopelessness and a lack of aptitude. im screwed, really bad. im fucked, really bad. im quite dead, really.

all is not lost even if u dont have a good meal coupon or a good saddle. that is true, but u would have to take the long route just to get to the same spot. i know. with no more qualifications than an o level cert, shetook almost five times as long to climb up the corporate ladder. but i suppose shes a good horse for the cause. problem is, im not a good horse. im a sickly wuss that am not handsome, particularly cunning or brilliant. i wont succeed in the primings, i wont succeed at kranji and i wont succeed in texas. look into my mouth and u can see all my teeth falling off.

im really screwed. im fucked. im a goner. i really should kill myself and stop this misery. i really should kill myself and hope that my blood can wash away this mistake. and i should really die a very painful death, because i deserve it. i wont jump, because i shouldnt be thrilled by the speed; i wont overdose, because seriously the pain from seizures might not be enough. maybe i should set a stove in front of me, get a blunt knife and castrate myself and pull out my orifices and burn them infront of my own eyes. and then i should summon the last of my strength to gouge my eyes out and then hack my right hand off because it was the hand that was recording the mistakes.

i am don. rather, i was don. and byebye.

valentine's day

I was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control

I didnt mean to hurt you
Im sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didnt want to hurt you
Im just a jealous guy
I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
I was shivering inside

I didnt mean to hurt you
Im sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didnt want to hurt you
Im just a jealous guy
I didnt mean to hurt you
Im sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didnt want to hurt you
Im just a jealous guy

I was trying to catch your eyes
Thought that you was trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain
I was swallowing my pain

I didnt mean to hurt you
Im sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didnt want to hurt you
Im just a jealous guy, watch out
Im just a jealous guy, look out babe
Im just a jealous guy

so let it be

chinese new year has passed. school resumed. actually i wanted to blog about my CNY experience to pub. but it seemed so distant now, so juz forget it. anyway, that time was my first time and will be my last time to enter a pub.

so i slacked over the holidays and did nothing but my AP crap journal report. i thought that the holiday will be a good rest or recharge for me to start mugging after school reopen, but it seems that i become more tired now.

so i decided to quit french. its really energy consuming, especially after my chem h3. i think it ought to be a wise decision to quit. to be honest, i dun think there will be any benefit if i continue to learn now. (today i left the class early cause i got this really bad headache)

so thursday is valentine's day. who is my valentine? i dun have one. but i juz spent 3+ to buy some present for the council present exchange. sigh.

so thursday SAT result is coming out. now everyone is asking me now. i am damn STRESSED!!!! especially with a friend who is a bastard and keep whining about it although he will definitely get 2300+. i can picture friday, when he see me and make fun of me, my score, my IQ, my nationality... basically everything he know about me. and i can image how pissed off i can get!!!

so chem h3 is getting too tough. i seriously dunno what the hell the lecturer is talking about. so i did not do my h3 tutorials, both the small group one and the mass one. sigh. life is getting tougher.

so take 5 is coming soon and i hav to dress up as some asses for the total defence mascot. and in the mean time, my dear friends will be happily fooling around. i hope i can go out somewhere with my friends. seriously, i think i need some time to slack. however, there is this bastard who is happily going out with his og. and give me this lame reason that i have to go for my chem h3. but it only starts at 5pm!!! never mind. still can go out on SAT. (freaking hell, i hate saturday, it looks like SAT!!)

so im going to sleep later..soon.. after yh send me the stuff.. heehee, if u noe what i mean.

so good night,gays.

3 parts today

1 Dear YH, Aar and zhenan,

screw all of you. what with buying valentine's day gifts. just make me jealous man. knnbccb. i got no valentine. my date the 14th is with collegeboard, after 9pm.

i just feel like dying.

2 My French is dead. forgot a hell lot of words and cannot conjugate anymore.

die.

3 Send me Cecilia Cheung photos NOW. you know what photos im referring to. NOW. if you have them please kindly send them to me. gmail can take all sorts of shit man, its ok dont worry my inbox wont explode before i do. NOW. (oh man i cant wait! NOW!)

so much to do, so little time

im writhing away in pain.

my chest is collapsing into me and im not very sure how im supposed to make me feel better. the ventolin didnt exactly work at all. am i about to die? maybe i ran a little too hard for my weak asthma stricken mucus filled lungs to bear. 2:10 per round is the minimum speed i need to hit before the last round sprint to even get a D, but im not managing it well. the heart is willing, but the lungs arent. the chest aint.

if i should die today, then i wont have to mug for chemspa, for cts, for As. i dont need to prepare the news update, i dont need to prepare anymore sessions. i wont need to know my SAT score this thursday, or my pw score which apparently is to be out next week. if i should die today, i will die happy.

just as i cannot be sure that the sun will rise tomorrow as it had done today and yesterday and the day before and the day before the day before, since time immemorial, i cannot be sure that i will be freed from my shackles and i will roam freely once again.

so i have to go do my news update and settle the location of the next session.

if i dont come back again, then this will be the last goodbye. and the last hurrah.

reality check

actually people only invest in $5-$20k usually. lol.
i thought for that amount you are better off putting the money in the bank or in a hole in the ground because after the processing fees theres almost nothing left. turns out i was wrong. people are interested in returns of like $200 over uhm, 1 year? wow.
maybe thats why they invest 'long term', not like the Real Men who invest by the half-days. well if u invest millions, a 0.05% change or a pip is, like uh >$500. anytime.

after days of late nights
playing mah-jong
playing poker
eating bak kwa
eating kueh bangkit
eat'blisjdfojasd' ing kueh ba hulu
eating pineapple ta rts
eating p n g kw ay [[[
drrrinking b ailey 's ]]]
drinking bail 8 ey's
drunking bomb Ay sapph ayre

drinking vodka
drinking cordon bleu
getting drunk
drunk
and getting DRUNK!

theres school tomorrow.
and theres cca on wednesday.
the slacking is over.

fuck! i havent slacked enough yet
fuck! i dont want to go back to the sad life yet
fuck! i dont want to be miserable yet
fuck!
fuck! cheebye lah!

Maharishi, what have you done?

why did you die at ninety one?
(at this point i want to put a respectful red flower but i cant find the symbol. i didnt make an effort to actually. same thing. actually.)

Ah Meng died. She was old. or isit 'It'?
but she lived a long life for an orang utan in captivity. i had never had breakfast with her, but from the reports, she was fantastic. a fantastic ape that has contributed so much to tourism in Singapore she was awarded a medal or something, and is the only non-human to have ever received it.
nobananas.

my total loot is increasing at a decreasing rate. The rate is decreasing at an increasing rate. d2y/dx2. i estimate that it is about 2700 and it would level off around 2800 by the 15th. which is quite a good hunt i suppose.

apart from the angpows and the goodies and the mahjong and the card games, cny hasnt been very fantastic. but its a good break from school i suppose. havent touched any homework since my reunion dinner. a good break.

chinese are still very chauvinistic. haha. reunion only with the male side, paternal relatives are 'inside', maternal 'outside' and all that. well i heard some parents conversing, then one of them said, 'you got 3 sons? whoa so lucky! must be good karma! aiyah i got 4 daughters...daughters no use...keep trying for a son (that's why so many daughters)...'

lol. and somehow i remember someone in class has 3 sisters...

...her father must have generated serious bad karma.

bailey's irish cream

is good.

the original tastes comforting, but the mint tastes refreshing. i like both. had a huge cup of both, but interestingly im not drowsy and i dont feel cranky even though its so wee in the morning.

2320
thats the current tally. fuck thats a dream SAT score man! if i get that i would be happy for at least 4 or 5 days, maybe a week! then id come back down to earth and realize that ive been screwed real bad.

haiz.

happy lunar new year

opened scoring!

current tally: $2120

but wont be so much this year cos no visiting of distant relatives cos its still within the 3 years mourn. anyway most of my distant relatives are failures who are damn kiamsiap and give loser $8 angpows. anyway my family always runs a deficit cos we are too generous to these peeps.

new year doesnt seem to be a very big occasion anymore. i remember the excitement i felt when i was young, when i went to malaysia to do some shopping, when i went to the florists along clementi and upp bt timah. same new year songs, same bak kwa, but the new year just feels pretty hollow. maybe its cos there are too many prcs in singapore. when everyone is reunioning somewehr, they go clubbing and bubbling. and someone went clubbing with yj/jw/wj. hmmm.

completed my ap journal report yesterday. it was a bitter struggle as i did not have any inkling of what he went through in class. luckily i got the textbook, and i was worshipping it. so pieced together a 1000 word reflection out of nothing.

im not busy this new year, but i dont think i would be intensively mugging like lenny, maybe aaron also. i just want to slack. lol. do nothing, stone, surf porn. yea. thats what life should be about. recharge now, then start wanking damn hard from the 5th. mugg to 830 everyday ya.

poor don

once again, i did not pass the flu to you cause i do not have flu in the first place!
anyway, do take care, dude!
CNY is coming and must hardcore towards your 3000 target!
cheer up and cya tmr:)

yours,
zhenan

rjc to hazelpark : 10.20

i was really fucking sick today man. at first, yesterday i was feeling pretty fine already, then today in the morning mucus was spilling out of my nostrils as if my nostrils were the taps at the NEWater plant. (incidentally i blew my nose into the sink a lot, and some of the mucus would mix with the pee and shit and seminal fluids and go back into macritchie and down your taps and into your yong tau foo and stall 11 shit) so much junk that there was backflow and the mucus went down my throat as phlegm. so much phlegm, hardly phlegmatic.

an astrologer predicted that there is going to be some tough times for me this year, but if i weather them my life for the next 2 to 3 years wont be so tough. i really hope he is right. if life were to get tougher i think im better off dead.

im hoping i dont get killed by the flu or whatever prc virus zhenan passed me.

since im sick, its pretty obvious plans for mugging have vaporized.

i was foaming today when lenny, in true henryparker-plasticbagger style declared that he has done his new year shopping (which really was just 5 loser refills for his G1s and G2s) and that he was only going to visit 1 place (his study) during the new year.

i was foaming when half the world completed their current of electricity tutorials. im still at electric field. actually only done superposition, to be accurate. without doing tys, to be precise.

i foamed real badly when they were going to run and train for napfa and all that.

foam.

anyway today cos of come-like stuff clogging my orifices, olfactic oreillic wadeva shit, i was easily irritable and from time to time i might have been a total bastard. in a totally bastardic kinda way. so if i have treaded on any nigger wad and them toes i here sincerely apologize from the bottom of my weak ventricles and atria and clogged aorta.

fuck im going to sleep when my hair is dried.
hope im well enough tomorrow to MUG.

Mrs. Fields

I have been lazy to blog. Since today is sunday, I don't really have anthing to do. Zao Bao stuff finally took a break! But it is simply juz because of CNY, and the break is only 2 weeks. I love CNY.. Haha, no need to work any more! GREAT!

CNY is becoming less and less important to me. When I was young, I always expected CNY, not only because of the reunion dinner and the ang bao, but also the time to visit relatives and play around. However, in the recent years, even before i came to Singapore, CNY seemed to become monotonous and boring to me.

Sigh, another CNY coming. What have i done last year? Went to yunnan, flunk CT, join council, get C5 for english, plan Open House, go for tutoring, train for shooting, go for Zao Bao meeting, go back China in June, stay with my parents in December and go to Sentosa for 3 times, prepare for Orientation, sign up for French course, fail in many crashes, go out and fool around with Don and Aaron.........

This CNY is coming, I am unsure what i should do. Have to go out with friends, that is for sure. But all my close friends will be happily visiting their relatives. So i end up staying with someone that i don't even want to see. Mugging in hostel is definitely not the solution for me. So i guess i will go for movies ALONE everyday.

Yesterday was tiring. Went for AP, totally lost. Then mug with Don. Hope this blog is not viewed by the scholars in our class, cause i poned the first half of the scholar outing to stay with Don in the SMU library. Mugging was not so productive cause i was distracted by the sms.. heehee.

So i left for the outing at 4pm, we played pool! Before that, i went to Raffles City and bought 16 pieces of brownie nibbles. Btw, i got quite bad sore throat. (and to Don, you were the one who passed it to me! heehee.) But brownie was still too attractive. So after i ate like 8 pieces last night, now my throat is burning and cannot even drink water properly.

Anyway, I was saying that we went to play pool. Xi Xi was damn pro! But the game ended quite fast. XP and LK went back first, cause they dun want to miss the nice dinner in Hostel! The girls went to buy high heel shoes! Please.... HJ wanted to go and buy new handphone! Rich bastard! wanna buy Nokia N95 somemore! Whole day say he is poor, no money do this, no money do that, now got money to buy some 1000+ handphone! siao!

We walked the whole Marina Square and Suntec City. Then aaron sms me to go for dinner with him. So we rushed back to bishan. We went to pay my handphone bill after meeting aaron. Guess how much my handphone bill was for the last two month? $129.73!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This month alone, I spent 79+! Fuck, should stop calling.

We had western food & fried oyster at S11. Then we came to home room to play guitar until my roll call time. so i went back and watch "chalotte's web" which is a pretty stupid show about a pig and a spider.

then i slept.

and i woke up at 10!

and now im wasting time blogging.

bye, guys.

Happy Birthday 江哥

this be quick man, i still remember last year, when our og sang hongjiang a birthday song. lol. outside sr2, at the lodge. most of the people were there. marcuschong was there too.

its already been a year since then. of course the og is nonexistent. so the og didnt sing him a bdae song. the scholars bought him a massive tigger (which was physically and sexually harrassed and abused throught the day). there was a celebration for all the jan and feb babies. with 2 candles on a nest of pineapple tarts. lol. good effort.

SPA went quite well i guess, cos i already knew the equations and the error and virtually the whole experiment before i even got into the damned room. but i was a little woozy cos i am sick, so i took quite a while to get around to things. hopefully level 8. haha, lenny was damn cocky about it.

ive been sick and i still am sick. bad throat, cos zhenan the bitch passed it to me. ive been falling ill a lot since coming to rjc. dunno why. last year i fell sick like 4 times and this year i have already opened the tally. in my 4 years in ri i didnt take a single day of mc and i hadnt fallen sick more than twice. maybe cos in ri i dont come into contact with prcs. who fester with diseases. haha. joking, dont be pissed.

better get better soon, cos chinese new year is coming.

dont know why im looking forward to chinese new year. got to go around to my relatives places, eat and eat and eat, collect angpaos angpaos and more angpaos, play mahjong-jong-jong, sleep late. not like the china scholars, stay in boarding and MUG.

hehe.
alright.