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.
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