life is good when u just drift in and out of lecture theaters and science labs. life gets even better when u screw up the whole experiment cos u dont pay any attention to what chung has to say and ur obsesses with messing around with the bromine water, cyclohexene and all that shit. life rocks when u just pour it down the sink and add to the pollution. although i dont really know why, someone please enlighten me.
and then u go home and nap from 3 to 5. the feeling when u wake up is just, good. i sleep a hell lot, but usually i still feel sleep deprived. napping just helps u reach a high. to rocket to the nethers, i then surfed some bdsm. its really perverse, all this sadomasochism, but somehow i get really turned on by it. when the get whipped and have hotwax dripped on them, surgical needles stuck through them, i just get high. some sort of endorphin release. oh mon dieu. am i really turning into de sade?
as i see these women having their ahem roped together and then tied and then suspended, i somehow feel, excited. but i guess theres nothing wrong with this. everyone has his own attraction, this happens to be mine. and all the actresses were to a large extent consenting, i suppose. now dont come with the crap that says that they need the money so they are forced to do it. cos u know that if they didnt need the money, many teachers wouldnt teach and many cleaners wouldnt clean.
objectification of women? no. i respect many women in the world. ok i do think of them naked from time to time, but that does not discount the fact that i respect them as individuals. i do more than that, i respect their form. hehe. i imagine them in various stages of undress and i can rotate them and angle them in 3d vector space. but that doesnt discount my respect for them as individuals. looking at david or the vitruvian man and appreciating them, even carnally doesnt discount ur respect for all men in the world.
tomorrow is april fools day. i wonder if her parents really thought that she was a joke.
tomorrow the school declared off cos of the fantastic a level results. which cant exactly be considered fantastic actually. cos rj already takes in better students. the day off is supposed to be a day of rest, but i guess my fellow rafflesians have been programmed to mug day and night, so tomorrow is for gay mugging. already stho has a plan mapped out.
i better stop slacking from wednesday. today in shida's class, they were discussing carbonyl compounds. im at qn 3 of halogen derivatives.
morebdsm.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
confessions
I. H3 test yesterday was gay motherfucking hard. ok, 60% of the questions were nonsense freefrag, but the 40% of explanations really quite hards to determine whether u hit the sweet spott. i really hope i provided top quality explanations and elaborations and i hope my beautiful game trees and sophisticated boxes help me through well.
how come everyone who came out from the room said it was too simple?
gays.
then i went home. before i went home i had ciken lice. wich is good. and then i went to takes a napp because i have been totally spent after h3 teste even though it was not too difficult. maybe its because of the pressure the hwachongays gave. they exude this kinda horny confidence and they emit vibes when they write. actually its more because this gay was just writing damn hard and shaking the bloody table we were sharing. or the ac gays who happily stroll out at the 1hr45 mark. actually most people around me were done by then, but we jsut staked the time out. humji. comeon, itz h3 aftall.
so my mugging was quite useful as i whipped the pmix and the equilibrium payoffs. hehe.
II. Dinner with Aaaaron, Zhenan, Jordan, Hongjiang
some sort of guys outing but yep, i didnt know our class had so few guys. actually i wanted to stay at home and surf porn and sleep, but i thought aaron would be depressed over the Friday Incident so i dragged my dick to bugis.
anyway, the food SUCKS! bloody hell, for a start the whole experience was revolting. once u go down the stairs, the stench of thawed rotting meat just hits u hard like a hard gay. the smell dint go away even after we wandered around bugis junction forabit.
the service sucks. typical of prcs, they just hump and dump the stuff around like nobody's business, with no respeckt for their patrons. maybe its the chinaman way. maybe its the way maozedong taught them to behave. well, confucius talked about li, but hey, mao zedong was about the cultural revolution. i see they just retained all the screwed up bits.
cleanliness was an issue. the whole place seemed mucky and the food was like seething in icy water, which is bad for the food. u see, if prawns are soaked in this water, they turn gay and soggy and limp. they didnt even bother with a strainer to remove the water. stupid shits. and the cutlery and crockery have this dirty glean on them.
talking about crockery, true to the prc way, they steal plates. u know there were some kopitiam plates still with the 'kopitiam' blazon on. hmm, i guess old habits die hard, after coming to singapore they still want to nick one or two things.
the only things pleasant about last night were the company and the spiral staircase. the company was good. the people were fun people who were fun to talk to. the spiral staircase was right in front of me and i could upskirt people. hehe. its true. except that most of the time only males descended the stairs, and most females actually wore shorts or pushed their skirts or wadeva communist clothing together. hawt.
III. Im a pervert
heehee. everytime i see girls i mentally undress them and imagine them in the various compromising positions doing various compromising things that i think are most suitable for them. i imagine them naked, semiclothed, even hairy, i imagine them covered in chocolate and blood. ehehehehe.
Naiz.
how come everyone who came out from the room said it was too simple?
gays.
then i went home. before i went home i had ciken lice. wich is good. and then i went to takes a napp because i have been totally spent after h3 teste even though it was not too difficult. maybe its because of the pressure the hwachongays gave. they exude this kinda horny confidence and they emit vibes when they write. actually its more because this gay was just writing damn hard and shaking the bloody table we were sharing. or the ac gays who happily stroll out at the 1hr45 mark. actually most people around me were done by then, but we jsut staked the time out. humji. comeon, itz h3 aftall.
so my mugging was quite useful as i whipped the pmix and the equilibrium payoffs. hehe.
II. Dinner with Aaaaron, Zhenan, Jordan, Hongjiang
some sort of guys outing but yep, i didnt know our class had so few guys. actually i wanted to stay at home and surf porn and sleep, but i thought aaron would be depressed over the Friday Incident so i dragged my dick to bugis.
anyway, the food SUCKS! bloody hell, for a start the whole experience was revolting. once u go down the stairs, the stench of thawed rotting meat just hits u hard like a hard gay. the smell dint go away even after we wandered around bugis junction forabit.
the service sucks. typical of prcs, they just hump and dump the stuff around like nobody's business, with no respeckt for their patrons. maybe its the chinaman way. maybe its the way maozedong taught them to behave. well, confucius talked about li, but hey, mao zedong was about the cultural revolution. i see they just retained all the screwed up bits.
cleanliness was an issue. the whole place seemed mucky and the food was like seething in icy water, which is bad for the food. u see, if prawns are soaked in this water, they turn gay and soggy and limp. they didnt even bother with a strainer to remove the water. stupid shits. and the cutlery and crockery have this dirty glean on them.
talking about crockery, true to the prc way, they steal plates. u know there were some kopitiam plates still with the 'kopitiam' blazon on. hmm, i guess old habits die hard, after coming to singapore they still want to nick one or two things.
the only things pleasant about last night were the company and the spiral staircase. the company was good. the people were fun people who were fun to talk to. the spiral staircase was right in front of me and i could upskirt people. hehe. its true. except that most of the time only males descended the stairs, and most females actually wore shorts or pushed their skirts or wadeva communist clothing together. hawt.
III. Im a pervert
heehee. everytime i see girls i mentally undress them and imagine them in the various compromising positions doing various compromising things that i think are most suitable for them. i imagine them naked, semiclothed, even hairy, i imagine them covered in chocolate and blood. ehehehehe.
Naiz.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
i am happy
cheer up, dude!
life is full of fun. who give a f to what others think! dun wanna work out then juz dun work lah!
u noe what u should do?
juz walk right into the person's face and say:
hey, you
i got 3 words to tell you.....................................................
I...................................
am happy!
anyway, today is a fun day!
it was really fun to see don's expression when the prc waitress come to our table and light the fire.dun think they really enjoy the food there.
maybe next time can try what singapore-type steamboat taste like!
then we went to play arcade. that was totally crazy.
we played shooting first. then we found out how pussy we are.
so we switch to this stupid throwing basketball game.
we got 7 real basketballs.
and the object is juz to throw the ball into the moving hoop.
it seems pretty easy when the girl beside keep scoring.
she got 82% accuracy!
so three of us went to try!
that was embarassing.
dun know whether its because too many ppl playing and exceeds the mes or we juz suck too much, our accuracy is only 52% at highest.
sigh. life is tough. but it was still fun when we anyhow threw the balls around.
and sometimes, the ball is almost going in alr, someone else will juz throw another ball and hit the previous one out of the way.
we all went crazy, throwing balls
that was still not the worst.
when don took a plastic bag (those type that the shopping centre usually provide for you to put ur umbrella on raining days) and told us how he gonna use it to store his magic juice, my brain suddenly received this sharp electirc impulse, im going mad!
then we fooled around and swung the long long plastic bags.
after that, aaron start to teach us how to fantasize by looking at the foundtain outside bugis shopping mall. that was educational and entertaining.!
ok,today is a nice day!
im going to sleep.
the cab no. is SAN 350P
good night!
life is full of fun. who give a f to what others think! dun wanna work out then juz dun work lah!
u noe what u should do?
juz walk right into the person's face and say:
hey, you
i got 3 words to tell you.....................................................
I...................................
am happy!
anyway, today is a fun day!
it was really fun to see don's expression when the prc waitress come to our table and light the fire.dun think they really enjoy the food there.
maybe next time can try what singapore-type steamboat taste like!
then we went to play arcade. that was totally crazy.
we played shooting first. then we found out how pussy we are.
so we switch to this stupid throwing basketball game.
we got 7 real basketballs.
and the object is juz to throw the ball into the moving hoop.
it seems pretty easy when the girl beside keep scoring.
she got 82% accuracy!
so three of us went to try!
that was embarassing.
dun know whether its because too many ppl playing and exceeds the mes or we juz suck too much, our accuracy is only 52% at highest.
sigh. life is tough. but it was still fun when we anyhow threw the balls around.
and sometimes, the ball is almost going in alr, someone else will juz throw another ball and hit the previous one out of the way.
we all went crazy, throwing balls
that was still not the worst.
when don took a plastic bag (those type that the shopping centre usually provide for you to put ur umbrella on raining days) and told us how he gonna use it to store his magic juice, my brain suddenly received this sharp electirc impulse, im going mad!
then we fooled around and swung the long long plastic bags.
after that, aaron start to teach us how to fantasize by looking at the foundtain outside bugis shopping mall. that was educational and entertaining.!
ok,today is a nice day!
im going to sleep.
the cab no. is SAN 350P
good night!
Friday, March 28, 2008
il pleuvait
i like rain. rain, as in the water droplettes from the sky, or clouds, whatever, not that loser singer. yea very asian i suppose, and as much as im really disappointed to have been borne on an unlucky old and crappy continent, i still lyke rain. even if i try to shrug off any asiaticism of mine self, i still like rain.
as i dashed from the busstop with an argument 60 degres off the pavement to beat the traffique light, i felt wonderfull. as i cut through lane 1, lane 2, lane 3 and raeched the road divider at the 12 sec mark, i felt more than accomplished. it was more than just about completing about 100m in around 30s. or the exhilration as the car from the T filter in and miss u by a bit. as i braethed hardd and my lungs spasmed (im an asthmatic with weak heart and weak lungs), the rain pattered downe on me. it was more fun than just chaeting daeth. it was lyke chaeting daeth and getting the haevens to open up on u at the same time.
as the rain mixed with the sweat and sebum on my arms, my face, and seeped through my uniform, i just felt liberated. i just felt good. the sensation, is nais. now im a hedonist. i live for pleasure and i live for the moment, and i didnt quantify how the future don would have to baer the consquence of this momentt, just as a student of game theory and game trees should have. but hecks.
it just felt great. i reflected on life. my life is tough, but sometimes theres still something to enjoy and something to appreciate. im a totally hopeless loser as stho oft clearly point out, but at least there are simple pleasures in life that losers like me are not deprived. the horny raindrops tickle me dick. them dont care if im some total pussy, or a real man like ronald (heehee). u just get wett. and in my case, happy.
i like rain.
sometimes rain is an equalizer. i like to be equalized, all men under god, all men equal before god. thats nice. i like the world of harrison bergernon. i really like it. kurt vonnegut captured my utopia. everyone is not just notionally equal, everyone is made to be as equal as possible. this is the kind of world that embraces mediocrity, and this is the kind of world that embraces gay pussies like me.
i like rain.
as i dashed from the busstop with an argument 60 degres off the pavement to beat the traffique light, i felt wonderfull. as i cut through lane 1, lane 2, lane 3 and raeched the road divider at the 12 sec mark, i felt more than accomplished. it was more than just about completing about 100m in around 30s. or the exhilration as the car from the T filter in and miss u by a bit. as i braethed hardd and my lungs spasmed (im an asthmatic with weak heart and weak lungs), the rain pattered downe on me. it was more fun than just chaeting daeth. it was lyke chaeting daeth and getting the haevens to open up on u at the same time.
as the rain mixed with the sweat and sebum on my arms, my face, and seeped through my uniform, i just felt liberated. i just felt good. the sensation, is nais. now im a hedonist. i live for pleasure and i live for the moment, and i didnt quantify how the future don would have to baer the consquence of this momentt, just as a student of game theory and game trees should have. but hecks.
it just felt great. i reflected on life. my life is tough, but sometimes theres still something to enjoy and something to appreciate. im a totally hopeless loser as stho oft clearly point out, but at least there are simple pleasures in life that losers like me are not deprived. the horny raindrops tickle me dick. them dont care if im some total pussy, or a real man like ronald (heehee). u just get wett. and in my case, happy.
i like rain.
sometimes rain is an equalizer. i like to be equalized, all men under god, all men equal before god. thats nice. i like the world of harrison bergernon. i really like it. kurt vonnegut captured my utopia. everyone is not just notionally equal, everyone is made to be as equal as possible. this is the kind of world that embraces mediocrity, and this is the kind of world that embraces gay pussies like me.
i like rain.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
divine
can i take a break?
why should i do all these shit?
and why should try to please everyone?
now im still in sweaty smelly rough uniform.
empty stomach,
unclear mind,
vague vision.
what the hell am i doing to myself?
am i going to get paid for all these effort?
what will happen next?
life is divine?
isn't it so divine?
why should i do all these shit?
and why should try to please everyone?
now im still in sweaty smelly rough uniform.
empty stomach,
unclear mind,
vague vision.
what the hell am i doing to myself?
am i going to get paid for all these effort?
what will happen next?
life is divine?
isn't it so divine?
i love you too much to ever start liking you
im fucking my life up.
smu. im fucking up my h3.havent been puttin in enough effort for my test in 2 days. which means im going to get raped real bad by the test. grabbed by the balls and flung into the iron maiden.
knn i still cant do tt fucking question. the only consolation is that real men like royce and bernard dont know how to do either. heh. but then, what if all the hwachongays know how to do it? then i guess i will get raped real hard when they draw the bello curve.
everytime i go to my smuemail i see the fucking ap report, which really pains me. ive sort of come to terms with it. yea, its not all zhenans fault. not all bq's fault. but its hard to swallow, that i have fucked up everything along the way, that i am foaming like a real gay now. rotten luck.
anyway chem is another pain. i mugged for it, but i still got a B. at least 8 marks are complete careless mistakes. now B is really bad. a flying B means no more oxbridge. since theres no way my econs is going to be an A. i fucked my econs up real bad. after elaine went through qn 2, i was in a state of compelete paralysis. thats when even tickling my flagpole wont raise my flag. and then there are the fuckers who rape chem and then complain and suan u. among them the most heinous is samuel tho jun wei the faggot stho.
well, sengteck got 88% for chem. so stho comes along and says, "whoa, sengteck got 20% more than u." now thats a statement of fact, and even though its pretty unpleasant, i dont mind such statements. and then he goes, "sengteck sucks."
fuck. like aaron says, i is surrounded by bastards. haha like ronald who suanned juanha. haha. now im really sad. i feel really screwy. like a real pussy gay.
and then i fail napfa. im just a total loser. good for nothing piece of shit. cant even gay a silver for napfa. when real men from the 3o point club make gold seem like a given. i struggle to pull 2, and these men just get on the bar and do 10 and say, waits i go for another set. i foam after completing 2.4 in like 13mins++, and they come in in like 10 mins and start preparing to play soccer?
ouch. im a total loser. a total loser.
im depressed. im going to surf porn to happy up myself.
smu. im fucking up my h3.havent been puttin in enough effort for my test in 2 days. which means im going to get raped real bad by the test. grabbed by the balls and flung into the iron maiden.
knn i still cant do tt fucking question. the only consolation is that real men like royce and bernard dont know how to do either. heh. but then, what if all the hwachongays know how to do it? then i guess i will get raped real hard when they draw the bello curve.
everytime i go to my smuemail i see the fucking ap report, which really pains me. ive sort of come to terms with it. yea, its not all zhenans fault. not all bq's fault. but its hard to swallow, that i have fucked up everything along the way, that i am foaming like a real gay now. rotten luck.
anyway chem is another pain. i mugged for it, but i still got a B. at least 8 marks are complete careless mistakes. now B is really bad. a flying B means no more oxbridge. since theres no way my econs is going to be an A. i fucked my econs up real bad. after elaine went through qn 2, i was in a state of compelete paralysis. thats when even tickling my flagpole wont raise my flag. and then there are the fuckers who rape chem and then complain and suan u. among them the most heinous is samuel tho jun wei the faggot stho.
well, sengteck got 88% for chem. so stho comes along and says, "whoa, sengteck got 20% more than u." now thats a statement of fact, and even though its pretty unpleasant, i dont mind such statements. and then he goes, "sengteck sucks."
fuck. like aaron says, i is surrounded by bastards. haha like ronald who suanned juanha. haha. now im really sad. i feel really screwy. like a real pussy gay.
and then i fail napfa. im just a total loser. good for nothing piece of shit. cant even gay a silver for napfa. when real men from the 3o point club make gold seem like a given. i struggle to pull 2, and these men just get on the bar and do 10 and say, waits i go for another set. i foam after completing 2.4 in like 13mins++, and they come in in like 10 mins and start preparing to play soccer?
ouch. im a total loser. a total loser.
im depressed. im going to surf porn to happy up myself.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Raffles Gays' School
both RI and RJ should be renamed to RGS. Raffles Gays' School. Everything about the whole raffle-shun famili is gay.
RI times were gay times. When everyone was gay, in the sense of, happy. i remember those times when studying took a backseat and i spent my recesses and lunches and after school hours pcc-ing with stho, shayi, marcus and all.
i didnt know every single geper back then, but i knew most of them, and most of them were leading very gay lives. scorpion in the class of the lovers, serenading in 4q and all.
and then of course the real gay stuff. like all the cheek pinching by wenjun and all the gaying by foong and ian. yea. like hugging, taupokking, buying gay gifts, discussing about fetishes like bdsm, subsequently trying to act them out and more.
of course, in rj there are also real gays. like aar n lang playing footsie, and a certain luo who takes photos of daojie's abs of steel and armor plated love handles. and lenny and yiheng flexing and admiring each other's excessive muscularity.
in rj, life is gay in a different way. the exams just rape u again and again. no one is left behind, and no behind is left untouched. or so the saying goes. u mug for ur exams like a real gay, but u still get gayed by the exams like a gay should be gayed. take econs, ok i didnt gaymug, but i got really hard gayed by it. ouch. S.
and then in the last 2 years of formal mainstream education, everyone starts gaying everything. cca, cip, AP, SAT. life turns gay as everyone works his gay head off to try to gay hard. probably scholarships, or for some rich bastards, recognition. u gay them hard, committ urself to gaying with hopeless kids once or twice a week, u gay ur cca and try to keep it together and get an exco position, u gay any external activity, indian bicultural, chinese bicultural, u go for attachments, basically u just gay ur shit. life is really damn gay in rj.
in both ri and rj, there are of course, real gays. we call them real gays, because everytime we hear about them, ppl says, tts gay! these people are like qianqian, juanhe, ronald chan, shayi, dominic and the like, who simply own everything. cca, check. attachment, check. exchange, check. olympiad, check. girlfriend, check. dean's lists, multiple gay checks.
these are the real gays.
so i think everything about these schools be real gay. ri doesnt make boys become young gentlemen. it makes boys turn into real gays. gays who are not fine, gays who think j8 is their home and make all the plebians jealous of their gaiety. rj just makes gays, even gayer.
rafflesgaysschool that should be da name.
RI times were gay times. When everyone was gay, in the sense of, happy. i remember those times when studying took a backseat and i spent my recesses and lunches and after school hours pcc-ing with stho, shayi, marcus and all.
i didnt know every single geper back then, but i knew most of them, and most of them were leading very gay lives. scorpion in the class of the lovers, serenading in 4q and all.
and then of course the real gay stuff. like all the cheek pinching by wenjun and all the gaying by foong and ian. yea. like hugging, taupokking, buying gay gifts, discussing about fetishes like bdsm, subsequently trying to act them out and more.
of course, in rj there are also real gays. like aar n lang playing footsie, and a certain luo who takes photos of daojie's abs of steel and armor plated love handles. and lenny and yiheng flexing and admiring each other's excessive muscularity.
in rj, life is gay in a different way. the exams just rape u again and again. no one is left behind, and no behind is left untouched. or so the saying goes. u mug for ur exams like a real gay, but u still get gayed by the exams like a gay should be gayed. take econs, ok i didnt gaymug, but i got really hard gayed by it. ouch. S.
and then in the last 2 years of formal mainstream education, everyone starts gaying everything. cca, cip, AP, SAT. life turns gay as everyone works his gay head off to try to gay hard. probably scholarships, or for some rich bastards, recognition. u gay them hard, committ urself to gaying with hopeless kids once or twice a week, u gay ur cca and try to keep it together and get an exco position, u gay any external activity, indian bicultural, chinese bicultural, u go for attachments, basically u just gay ur shit. life is really damn gay in rj.
in both ri and rj, there are of course, real gays. we call them real gays, because everytime we hear about them, ppl says, tts gay! these people are like qianqian, juanhe, ronald chan, shayi, dominic and the like, who simply own everything. cca, check. attachment, check. exchange, check. olympiad, check. girlfriend, check. dean's lists, multiple gay checks.
these are the real gays.
so i think everything about these schools be real gay. ri doesnt make boys become young gentlemen. it makes boys turn into real gays. gays who are not fine, gays who think j8 is their home and make all the plebians jealous of their gaiety. rj just makes gays, even gayer.
rafflesgaysschool that should be da name.
Monday, March 24, 2008
The Poem
Last night, I lay my head upon my pillow,
But stayed up late, to masturbate.
Last night, I lay myself upon my bed, but
I stayed awake, for pleasure's sake.
You should see me working on the short strokes,
It's really grand, I use my hand;
You should see me working on the long strokes,
It's really neat, I use my feet.
Smash it! Bash it! Pound it on the floor!
Smite it! Bite it! Ram it through the door!
Oh, it's so neat to beat your meat while sitting on the toilet seat,
Isn't life divine,
Isn't life so divine.
But stayed up late, to masturbate.
Last night, I lay myself upon my bed, but
I stayed awake, for pleasure's sake.
You should see me working on the short strokes,
It's really grand, I use my hand;
You should see me working on the long strokes,
It's really neat, I use my feet.
Smash it! Bash it! Pound it on the floor!
Smite it! Bite it! Ram it through the door!
Oh, it's so neat to beat your meat while sitting on the toilet seat,
Isn't life divine,
Isn't life so divine.
haha
i like the video, quite funny
but pleaseeeeee.
its no longer 1980s in china.
please.....
i thought the west should have better information!
how come they still stay in the 1980s?
or rather still wear the same sun glass that they were wearing in the 1960s?
life changes,
people changes,
so does china.
have a good night.
chem is screwed up!
but pleaseeeeee.
its no longer 1980s in china.
please.....
i thought the west should have better information!
how come they still stay in the 1980s?
or rather still wear the same sun glass that they were wearing in the 1960s?
life changes,
people changes,
so does china.
have a good night.
chem is screwed up!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
End
AP is over. everything went as planned. nope, not planned. everything went as expected. what was not expected was the extent of screwyness that was our presentation on tibet.
im being nice here. the first presenter did not know what she was talking about. she started as if she didnt even know tibet existed until yesterday, and she seemed to know less about prc and their Great Leader Comrade Mao Zedong and his noble Cultural Revolution. or maybe a severe case of amnesia. she asked the same question and repeated the same answer to me at least thrice at starbucks yesterday, and then in the morning today she asked the same question again, and then during the presentation she forgot.
how nice. so we didnt begin with a bang. the trio before us, jorddy fernie and hwachongboy (think: pro) helped in our quest to look like idiots. we started off with a bang, but not the kinda bang. the desirabang.
and presenter numero deux, also known as zhegay, the coowner of the blog, was pretty impressive. his command of the language was hmm, command. superior to hrmmm. yea actually other than dangling modifiers, missing connectors etc, it was quite good. much better than all the prcs who presented today, but only just.
anyway, my dear comrade, lets constantly be reminded that not everyone in singapore is as informed as a prc whose literature consists of halliday resnick and mao zedong. jassie's part bruneian, but that does not discount the fact that singaporeans KNOW that tibetan is not derived from Tamil. just that most of them were kind enough to not point that out, among other obvious and grave problems. among them, the childish humor that disrupted da flo. wait, da flo, wasnt even there. we were more like at the end of a tributary to the 3 gorges dam. and this tributary in question happens to be a chemical factory that is churning out red and yellow liquid.
baah. so my time at smu every saturday morning is be come to nought. the prof looked displeased. when the people were laughing, i saw his grim face seething away at the idiocy of the presentation and the idiocy of those who laughed. the displeasure. hmm. looks like i dont need to apply for the lkc scholarshippe anymore. my already pathetic chances have been diminished. more.
well its not all their fault, but im egoistic, and lets leave that at that.
anyway, thanks zhenan for forming such an effective group. thanks for happily approaching her when i was still deliberating. and most of all, THANKS FOR LYING TO ME!
i said i want to slack, only do touch up. some fucker said ok. and then somehow it seems like i did quite a substantial shit of work. hmm. someone lied to me! the intent was there! mens rea, actus reus, both present! hmm, reeks of council-attitude. fuckers.
alright so im pretty screwed. more so for econs h3, cos i keep day dreaming and i dont even know how to do the homework. the test is nextweek, and im seriously in deep deep shit. i guess this week is for gaying dixit and skeath. argh.
im being nice here. the first presenter did not know what she was talking about. she started as if she didnt even know tibet existed until yesterday, and she seemed to know less about prc and their Great Leader Comrade Mao Zedong and his noble Cultural Revolution. or maybe a severe case of amnesia. she asked the same question and repeated the same answer to me at least thrice at starbucks yesterday, and then in the morning today she asked the same question again, and then during the presentation she forgot.
how nice. so we didnt begin with a bang. the trio before us, jorddy fernie and hwachongboy (think: pro) helped in our quest to look like idiots. we started off with a bang, but not the kinda bang. the desirabang.
and presenter numero deux, also known as zhegay, the coowner of the blog, was pretty impressive. his command of the language was hmm, command. superior to hrmmm. yea actually other than dangling modifiers, missing connectors etc, it was quite good. much better than all the prcs who presented today, but only just.
anyway, my dear comrade, lets constantly be reminded that not everyone in singapore is as informed as a prc whose literature consists of halliday resnick and mao zedong. jassie's part bruneian, but that does not discount the fact that singaporeans KNOW that tibetan is not derived from Tamil. just that most of them were kind enough to not point that out, among other obvious and grave problems. among them, the childish humor that disrupted da flo. wait, da flo, wasnt even there. we were more like at the end of a tributary to the 3 gorges dam. and this tributary in question happens to be a chemical factory that is churning out red and yellow liquid.
baah. so my time at smu every saturday morning is be come to nought. the prof looked displeased. when the people were laughing, i saw his grim face seething away at the idiocy of the presentation and the idiocy of those who laughed. the displeasure. hmm. looks like i dont need to apply for the lkc scholarshippe anymore. my already pathetic chances have been diminished. more.
well its not all their fault, but im egoistic, and lets leave that at that.
anyway, thanks zhenan for forming such an effective group. thanks for happily approaching her when i was still deliberating. and most of all, THANKS FOR LYING TO ME!
i said i want to slack, only do touch up. some fucker said ok. and then somehow it seems like i did quite a substantial shit of work. hmm. someone lied to me! the intent was there! mens rea, actus reus, both present! hmm, reeks of council-attitude. fuckers.
alright so im pretty screwed. more so for econs h3, cos i keep day dreaming and i dont even know how to do the homework. the test is nextweek, and im seriously in deep deep shit. i guess this week is for gaying dixit and skeath. argh.
Friday, March 21, 2008
whats so good about today
what a way
to spend my day
at starbucks
on good friday
(it doesnt rhyme
and i dont care
i wont waste my time
cos i dont care)
we were at raffles place
we mean me and 2 prcs
doing stupid ap.
fuck we are quite screwed
cos jorddy and fernie are too good.
tibet is pretty pussy
and we are pretty pussy too.
so we will get screwed
and we will get it real bad
cos i know all you wusses wont be kind
and all you will ask guailan questions
all the time.
in the morning i die
in the afternoon, i also die.
i cant do, more than 1/2 the h3 homework
and so, i am screwed, so pretty screwed
cos the test is next week, and erm, 25%?
right.
im screwed.
save me, please.
alright. no hopes already.
fucks.
to spend my day
at starbucks
on good friday
(it doesnt rhyme
and i dont care
i wont waste my time
cos i dont care)
we were at raffles place
we mean me and 2 prcs
doing stupid ap.
fuck we are quite screwed
cos jorddy and fernie are too good.
tibet is pretty pussy
and we are pretty pussy too.
so we will get screwed
and we will get it real bad
cos i know all you wusses wont be kind
and all you will ask guailan questions
all the time.
in the morning i die
in the afternoon, i also die.
i cant do, more than 1/2 the h3 homework
and so, i am screwed, so pretty screwed
cos the test is next week, and erm, 25%?
right.
im screwed.
save me, please.
alright. no hopes already.
fucks.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
AP die
why r jordie n fernie so pro?
why is my group so crap?!
why are we after jordie n fernie?
argh!
shit!
fuck!
die
i make no apologies
i wtfwtfwtf
why is my group so crap?!
why are we after jordie n fernie?
argh!
shit!
fuck!
die
i make no apologies
i wtfwtfwtf
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
i died, and died, again.
alright any dream of uk has been quashed.
econs yesterday and i got killed by the whole paper. now i always thought econs was my best h2 subject. yea, my best doesnt mean good. and from the exercises we did in class. ok everyone but me dids it. looked quite do-able, but then the questions in the 2nd paper just killed my balls off. i didnt know how to the either, and i guess i just got raped by the information required. nabeh. and i decided to use the keynesian cross because its more elegant, and then i miss out some glaring point from the ad as model. anyways, i might even have misintepreted the fucking question. fuck. sustained.
knnbccb. hopefully they dont make me go for remedial or drop my h3. walau. no h3 is damn sad. juggling h3 n rememdial is the man hurtsfuls.
so i thought today would be a better day. i didnt expect 2 shitty days in a row. i mugged like a gay for chem, but i still couldnt do like 12 marks worth of questions. serious shit. plus all the careless mistakes im bound to have made, i guess im just ggxx. and stho reminded me that the paper is on 80. not 100.
in rj, there are students, and there are students. there are pussies like me, and there are pros. and there are pros, and there are pros. pros like Stho who sadly declare, shit! i made so many careless mistakes and all that and then, hmm, die no deans list, cant get over 90%. and there are pros who, yea finished the paper. paper can finish mah. u never finish?! o oops.
gahh. victims of competition.
econs yesterday and i got killed by the whole paper. now i always thought econs was my best h2 subject. yea, my best doesnt mean good. and from the exercises we did in class. ok everyone but me dids it. looked quite do-able, but then the questions in the 2nd paper just killed my balls off. i didnt know how to the either, and i guess i just got raped by the information required. nabeh. and i decided to use the keynesian cross because its more elegant, and then i miss out some glaring point from the ad as model. anyways, i might even have misintepreted the fucking question. fuck. sustained.
knnbccb. hopefully they dont make me go for remedial or drop my h3. walau. no h3 is damn sad. juggling h3 n rememdial is the man hurtsfuls.
so i thought today would be a better day. i didnt expect 2 shitty days in a row. i mugged like a gay for chem, but i still couldnt do like 12 marks worth of questions. serious shit. plus all the careless mistakes im bound to have made, i guess im just ggxx. and stho reminded me that the paper is on 80. not 100.
in rj, there are students, and there are students. there are pussies like me, and there are pros. and there are pros, and there are pros. pros like Stho who sadly declare, shit! i made so many careless mistakes and all that and then, hmm, die no deans list, cant get over 90%. and there are pros who, yea finished the paper. paper can finish mah. u never finish?! o oops.
gahh. victims of competition.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
"joy" luck club
stupid AP jr!
Stupid ammy tan!
stupid joy luck club.
i juz cannot see how the movie so good and convincing in conveying the message of the relationship between mothers and daughters.
Stupid ammy tan!
stupid joy luck club.
i juz cannot see how the movie so good and convincing in conveying the message of the relationship between mothers and daughters.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
DAP FTW
its good to see the malaysians taking a stand. the minorities for saying that they wont tolerate umno's nonsense. samy vellu deserved it for being such a pussy. the many malays who voted with the minorities are also applaudable.
i guess its good for malaysia that bn doesnt have the 2/3 majority that let it wreak havoc in parliament. maybe with a stronger opposition they can clear up their problems better. a mirror for them to look at themselves.
but its bad for singapore. bn has been so lax, singapore has been effortlessly abusing them or leveraging on malaysia. now malaysia is be return.
alright chemistrie is done, but done badly. all that is left is econs, and 1 more round of mugging.
and my AP n H3 hwk.
i guess its good for malaysia that bn doesnt have the 2/3 majority that let it wreak havoc in parliament. maybe with a stronger opposition they can clear up their problems better. a mirror for them to look at themselves.
but its bad for singapore. bn has been so lax, singapore has been effortlessly abusing them or leveraging on malaysia. now malaysia is be return.
alright chemistrie is done, but done badly. all that is left is econs, and 1 more round of mugging.
and my AP n H3 hwk.
Friday, March 7, 2008
pukimak
procrastinating, again.
supposed to be doing my AP Journal Report. (heehee, fp journe)but i guess i have no inkling what amy tan was thinking or what i am supposed to know from the movie. cannot think properly now. ICC is totally screwed up now. going to get whipped for the last journal report and then going to get pwnzed for AP.
life for some people just suck, life for others just rock too much. today i went to edb for the scholarship talk. well, it was the same stupid presentation as on monday with the same horny british accent and the same lousy jokes. except it was slightly more detailed, esp wrt to the ucas process. and now i know i cant apply till mine slavery. anyway, life is quite tough. on monday i was fillt with hope that i can go uk to study, cos AAB can already! but fuck, UCL, the pussiest of the london universities there, requires AAA + AS for Economics! and it has only 150 spots for economics students. wawaweewa. looks like even if i can fund myself i cant be there. crappz. smu, here i come, again!
hq owned his a levels really hard, one of the nearly 60 perfect scorers from rj. Perfect score, id est 4H2 As, GP A, PW A and i know he got A for MT. looks like he is ready to own all the scholarships out for grabs. esp with his bespoke cca records from his ri days. walau. some people are just pro.
anyway, i see the same thing happening next year for the real men like juanha and lq and ronald. while they are happily celebrating away and giving interviews to the straits times, i will be locked up inside the handicap toilet, trying to flush my head down the toilett.
arrgh.
alright, i guess i should return to the joy luck club.
supposed to be doing my AP Journal Report. (heehee, fp journe)but i guess i have no inkling what amy tan was thinking or what i am supposed to know from the movie. cannot think properly now. ICC is totally screwed up now. going to get whipped for the last journal report and then going to get pwnzed for AP.
life for some people just suck, life for others just rock too much. today i went to edb for the scholarship talk. well, it was the same stupid presentation as on monday with the same horny british accent and the same lousy jokes. except it was slightly more detailed, esp wrt to the ucas process. and now i know i cant apply till mine slavery. anyway, life is quite tough. on monday i was fillt with hope that i can go uk to study, cos AAB can already! but fuck, UCL, the pussiest of the london universities there, requires AAA + AS for Economics! and it has only 150 spots for economics students. wawaweewa. looks like even if i can fund myself i cant be there. crappz. smu, here i come, again!
hq owned his a levels really hard, one of the nearly 60 perfect scorers from rj. Perfect score, id est 4H2 As, GP A, PW A and i know he got A for MT. looks like he is ready to own all the scholarships out for grabs. esp with his bespoke cca records from his ri days. walau. some people are just pro.
anyway, i see the same thing happening next year for the real men like juanha and lq and ronald. while they are happily celebrating away and giving interviews to the straits times, i will be locked up inside the handicap toilet, trying to flush my head down the toilett.
arrgh.
alright, i guess i should return to the joy luck club.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
gratitude . providence
when life gives you lemons,
you think of akerlof and his paper
and you ask yourself,
why didnt you think of it.
im a magnet for trouble.
when im out, shit always happens.
and im always around when shit happens
when spontaneous people do the limbo in RI
and gets caught on video.
anyway, after some intense exploration on my way home
when i was caught in the jam at eng neo
i dont see why doing a limbo there is dangerous
because there were no cars.
i dont see any damage inflicted on ourselves and on the gantries.
and i dont see why the security guards should be so uptight about this.
anyway i dont see how security guards should be bothered about non security related stuff
when they should be protecting important people's kids.
but we didnt give him a hard time, he was just following instructions
cos the idiot was caught on tape
i guess as much as u dont prosecute noncommissionedofficers for executing orders, u dont make his life tough because he is but a pawn. not worth time or effort. people like him, impervious to logic. also good. if everyone can think society will get fucked.
ha.
and zhenan readily disregarded any miranda warning.
i won gomuku.
you think of akerlof and his paper
and you ask yourself,
why didnt you think of it.
im a magnet for trouble.
when im out, shit always happens.
and im always around when shit happens
when spontaneous people do the limbo in RI
and gets caught on video.
anyway, after some intense exploration on my way home
when i was caught in the jam at eng neo
i dont see why doing a limbo there is dangerous
because there were no cars.
i dont see any damage inflicted on ourselves and on the gantries.
and i dont see why the security guards should be so uptight about this.
anyway i dont see how security guards should be bothered about non security related stuff
when they should be protecting important people's kids.
but we didnt give him a hard time, he was just following instructions
cos the idiot was caught on tape
i guess as much as u dont prosecute noncommissionedofficers for executing orders, u dont make his life tough because he is but a pawn. not worth time or effort. people like him, impervious to logic. also good. if everyone can think society will get fucked.
ha.
and zhenan readily disregarded any miranda warning.
i won gomuku.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
crash
im screwing my life up. integration is killing me. dont know why ive gotten so crappy at it. i dont know what i did that screwed my integrity.
bah.
haiz.
i hate life.
bah.
haiz.
i hate life.
tough life
i'd had more luck finding terrorists in jungles than getting to universities
sad n tough life
some people have all the money in the world n r worrying abt scholarships
but seriously who r the ones who will die without the scholarships
anw
for me dunnda worry cuz wun even get a chance at uni
unless thers a scholarship for me to repeat kindergarten to jc
hope rich dicks dun fight with me for tt
on the other hand
if i find 300 terrorists i will have enough money to go uk
but getting accepted is another thing
some people have too much of everything while others have none
see the light?
jeff healey's gone at 41
elvis went at 41
srv at 35
jimi at 27
buddy holly at 22
ritchie valens at 17
life's tough
but at least they dint had to worry abt unis
in fact bet life was better without them going to unis
clapton dint had a degree
mayer dropped out of uni
frusciante ponned sch
jack johnson surfed
tommy was honking arnd frm 6
but they're talented bastards unlike me
n unlike other bastards have no money
no money no uni
no uni no talent guess soon i'll hav to compete with foreign workers for that pile of bricks to carry
tough life
sad n tough life
some people have all the money in the world n r worrying abt scholarships
but seriously who r the ones who will die without the scholarships
anw
for me dunnda worry cuz wun even get a chance at uni
unless thers a scholarship for me to repeat kindergarten to jc
hope rich dicks dun fight with me for tt
on the other hand
if i find 300 terrorists i will have enough money to go uk
but getting accepted is another thing
some people have too much of everything while others have none
see the light?
jeff healey's gone at 41
elvis went at 41
srv at 35
jimi at 27
buddy holly at 22
ritchie valens at 17
life's tough
but at least they dint had to worry abt unis
in fact bet life was better without them going to unis
clapton dint had a degree
mayer dropped out of uni
frusciante ponned sch
jack johnson surfed
tommy was honking arnd frm 6
but they're talented bastards unlike me
n unlike other bastards have no money
no money no uni
no uni no talent guess soon i'll hav to compete with foreign workers for that pile of bricks to carry
tough life
Sunday, March 2, 2008
im just hoping my luck could change
well im online because the fucking CCAD changed their appointed submission time to 12 noon and i didnt know it and the very nice councilor (whose name starts with A and ends with A) called me and called me and called me but my phone was sitting in my room so i didnt even hear it ring. blah. at least she wasnt nasty. although CCAD is seriously full of fuckers. just look at how badly crafted their menacing letter looked. IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE CCALS TO ENSURE IT IS RIGHT.
nabeh.
well i foamed most of the afternoon away with my physics assessment book. bloody hell it is damn freaking hard. after like 3 hours of humping im only done with like, superposition and wave motion. fuck. and i keep foaming and foaming at every every question. im going to get behind schedule very very soon.
what did i do this morning. nothing much other than read the newspapers. i took 1 hour to do that. anyway, mas selamat cant be dumb enough to hide in the nature reserves. he would be better off hiding around bedok. not being racist or what. anyway, he is not a guerilla. he is a terrorist. he wont be hiding in the jungles like chin peng. and seriously, he wont be stupid enough to go to schools to look for little chinese girls. he is a terrorist. not a pedophilic rapist. and if he wanted to hold a hostage, he would be better off holding one in a private estate and not a school which has so much open space.
i wetted my whistle yesterday night after a drought of 3 weeks to tide over my flu/cough/cold. lemon bacardi is good. hehe. alright, time to go to my cousin's 21st birthday party.
wow.
nabeh.
well i foamed most of the afternoon away with my physics assessment book. bloody hell it is damn freaking hard. after like 3 hours of humping im only done with like, superposition and wave motion. fuck. and i keep foaming and foaming at every every question. im going to get behind schedule very very soon.
what did i do this morning. nothing much other than read the newspapers. i took 1 hour to do that. anyway, mas selamat cant be dumb enough to hide in the nature reserves. he would be better off hiding around bedok. not being racist or what. anyway, he is not a guerilla. he is a terrorist. he wont be hiding in the jungles like chin peng. and seriously, he wont be stupid enough to go to schools to look for little chinese girls. he is a terrorist. not a pedophilic rapist. and if he wanted to hold a hostage, he would be better off holding one in a private estate and not a school which has so much open space.
i wetted my whistle yesterday night after a drought of 3 weeks to tide over my flu/cough/cold. lemon bacardi is good. hehe. alright, time to go to my cousin's 21st birthday party.
wow.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
huey, dewey and louie split a dollar
game theory is getting a little too mathematical for me. especially his derivation to prove that all the 4 markets are in fact the same with different inputs for i. i was just foaming them badly, especially when he reached all the funny summation, which i totally forgot. just zoned in and out at different points, but i sort of understood the ending bits of it, as long as i accept the summation.
anyway, i packed my stuff and my arenes and halogen derivatives are fucking not with me! whichever bastard or swine took them, surrender them to me now and i will spare ur life! kanina la fuck.
haiz.
looks like failure is a likely proposition. time to assign it a higher probability and redo the cells and look for a new equilibrium outcome.
cretinous.
anyway, i packed my stuff and my arenes and halogen derivatives are fucking not with me! whichever bastard or swine took them, surrender them to me now and i will spare ur life! kanina la fuck.
haiz.
looks like failure is a likely proposition. time to assign it a higher probability and redo the cells and look for a new equilibrium outcome.
cretinous.
leap year
maybe its not a wise choice for me to come online tonight, especially when i was supposed to be uncontactable to avoid council work,
maybe its not a wise choice to come to the blog and view the old posts to make my life tougher,
maybe its not a wise choice to even log in and leave a post here when my mind is not in a toally clear state.
but i guess its not necessary for someone to choose wisely all the time, sometimes, its juz nice to be irrational and against one's principle.
but my limit has been pushed too far. im sad and depressed. my life is undergoing a drastic change now. im learning to be a loner, to be cool. but changes are tough for me. i hav to admit that i hav lost the bet and lost all my bids on it. now, i hav to start all over again.
i thought it would be easy and short, life will go back juz like what it used to be.
but it did not.
i thought it would be cool, to finally live for myself and heck what others want me to do or follow blindly juz to ensure things go smoothly,
but it did not.
i thought it would change things and make them go right,
but it did not.
i thought a year was a long time and things couldn't juz happen and go,
but i was wrong.
a year is nothing,
memories are bullshit, they never make you feel contented, but only torture you when you think of the past.
everything in my life is a mess now!
i cannot pick myself up, but i have to put on the mask whenever i meet people.
others see me happy, but i am NOT!
i guess that it is the end.
i just need to do is juz to accept and let it go.
i really cannot take it any more, juz let it go, zhenan.
let it go.
it will be fine.
things changed 3 days before the 29th Feb,
it is a leap year.
maybe everything will change back in the next leap year,
it will be another 4 years then,
where will we be?
will you still remember me?
---
- -- -----
-zhenan
maybe its not a wise choice to come to the blog and view the old posts to make my life tougher,
maybe its not a wise choice to even log in and leave a post here when my mind is not in a toally clear state.
but i guess its not necessary for someone to choose wisely all the time, sometimes, its juz nice to be irrational and against one's principle.
but my limit has been pushed too far. im sad and depressed. my life is undergoing a drastic change now. im learning to be a loner, to be cool. but changes are tough for me. i hav to admit that i hav lost the bet and lost all my bids on it. now, i hav to start all over again.
i thought it would be easy and short, life will go back juz like what it used to be.
but it did not.
i thought it would be cool, to finally live for myself and heck what others want me to do or follow blindly juz to ensure things go smoothly,
but it did not.
i thought it would change things and make them go right,
but it did not.
i thought a year was a long time and things couldn't juz happen and go,
but i was wrong.
a year is nothing,
memories are bullshit, they never make you feel contented, but only torture you when you think of the past.
everything in my life is a mess now!
i cannot pick myself up, but i have to put on the mask whenever i meet people.
others see me happy, but i am NOT!
i guess that it is the end.
i just need to do is juz to accept and let it go.
i really cannot take it any more, juz let it go, zhenan.
let it go.
it will be fine.
things changed 3 days before the 29th Feb,
it is a leap year.
maybe everything will change back in the next leap year,
it will be another 4 years then,
where will we be?
will you still remember me?
---
- -- -----
-zhenan
mars
econs later.
i foamed over the stupid equilibrium strategy nonsense. anyway i was flipping through the book and realized the amount of math game theory entails with all the nehneh differential equations and integrals. at least it ends in may, and then i have more time to mugg.
i like march.
and i know march 19 is be aaron's 18th birthday. way cool innit.
i foamed over the stupid equilibrium strategy nonsense. anyway i was flipping through the book and realized the amount of math game theory entails with all the nehneh differential equations and integrals. at least it ends in may, and then i have more time to mugg.
i like march.
and i know march 19 is be aaron's 18th birthday. way cool innit.
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