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Friday, July 29

t.o.w. the big black bags

Hmm. Happy!

Haha. Bought my new ball today. Ebonite Big Time! Err. Too tired now to blog. Will do tomorrow.

BUT. Important thing is, today was a great day =D

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Ok. I slept from 11pm to 12pm. How good am I? Haha. I've been busting my butt out the whole week doing sickening stuff like PW. Yah. And I just woke up from my afternoon nap that lasted about 2 hours. I'm such a pig.

Okaez. My bowling ball!!! Its damn nice. Haha. Its damn cool. But its black. Err. It took me quite a while to realise that all 3 bowling balls I have have black as the predominant colour. Err. I'm quite boring. Haha. I wanted to buy those kinda fire'y balls that looked like they were burning, like smokin' inferno or backyard bully, but uncle said they were too pro for me and I agree. Boohoo. But never mind la, I shall have my 3 bowling balls hail from what I term, the Black Family. Sirius, Narcissa and Bellatrix. Haha. So yes! Happy One!

Oh. I passed my bio and got B4 for GP. Means I cut in at BEBEB! Nice. Err. I'm happy lah, since I didnt fail any subjects. Haha. That calls for a time for Israeli's finest. =D Haha. But of course, as compared to other thwacks who average an A overall, I guess I could do better. Haha. And I shall! Hmm. I want to get a scholarship to go over to NYU. I"LL BE LIVING IN NEW YORK. THINK ABOUT IT. AHHHHHH. Haha. Happy Two!

Hmm. Bowling training is becoming serious again! We are damn slack lah, stopped training for a good solid 10 weeks. Old David is damn nice and damn funny. Paul Chua sucks. He talks to us like we are SCUM. You are the SCUM, Mr-Speaking-In-My-Head-But-Not-Out-Loud. Heh. But its good to be training. I am officially a hooker. Haha. Mostly due to the new ball, but still. =D Happy Three!

Oh yah. Went for artsfest 2. Quite ok lah. I liked the choir performance. Haha. I found them pretty rhymthic. Haha. They should have tried w/o the mikes though. I think the acoustics in the audi are not that bad. Oh well. Oh yah. I have to make an open apology to Ronald Lim, that ass, for not going with him. Haha. So I'm sorry. Haha. But it just didnt made sense that he would go for the first half of the concert alone. SO RONALD LIM. LIVE WITH IT. Heex. =) Supposed to meet that stupid stinko dinko shiqi but she was swaggering around the 74 class bench, AS ALWAYS, so I didnt. Haha. Went home with shaojie and his friend on a cab and the stupid uncle thought my leg was damn pullable. Yucks.

Me : Uncle, make a u-turn later please.
Uncle : Can don't turn or not?
Me : (Extremely tired already) No.
Uncle : Haha. Good good. Direct lah. Yes or No.
Me : Huhhuh...
Uncle : You don't mind Uncle pulling ur leg right?
Me : Huhhuh...
Uncle : Some customer very sensitive one you know!
Me : I guess...
Shaojie : (in sms) See lah, mouth so big.

Argh. I agree that I brought it upon myself. Haha. Stupid ass-uncle. He said all of that crap while negotiating a rather tricky U-turn. Keep your mind on the wheel goddamnit. So irritated, I asked shaojie to F him for me on his trip home. ASS. Ok. Not so happy.

Oh. Ate good chicken rice at some Big Bird restaurant at Balmoral Plaza. Damn ulu lah. Haha. But it was quite nice and had a damn wuliao but funny time re-living my chinese capabilities and laughing at uber stupid pictures. Haha. Although, I was quite disturbed when my pic with Jen was ridiculed at. Still. Happy Three.

I've finished OTH! Haha. And Wenxi has bought my own copy from the states. So thanks to phiphi and shiqi then. Haha. MY VERY OWN COPY. WENXI ROCKS TO DEATH. Ok. Not to death, but Wenxi rocks an appropriate amount that is umm... deemed legal by law. =) Happy Four!

Oh yah. On the mrt to school, we were sitting with our TEAM BAGS (uhhuh-uhhuh) in front of us and we were contemplating how we must have looked like terrorists ready to bomb the stations. Then just as we were at the height of the discussion, the doors opened at Raffles Mrt and this Indian-arabic looking guy with ACTUAL FACIAL HAIR walked in, not silly moustaches or weekend stubble but the whole furry deal. He carried a similar bag and sat next to us. Haha. We must have been a sight. 3 big black bags in a row. Nice. I wonder how it seems no one called the cops on us. Heh. I mean. Isnt it all about vigilance! 3 people carrying big black bags sitting together and no one deems it weird. One day, if terrorists really do want to target Singapore, we are doomed. I actually think it will happen in the near future, but I shall shut up now in case the government think I'm soliciting terrorist support.

Oh! I found my EOM. Haha. From National Geographic's latest issue. Damn tyco lah, I was just looking online and there was a beautiful feature article waiting for me in this months issue. I'm a genius. Happy Five!

I am amazed to find out that Oprah's studio, Harpo, is her name spelt backwards. Maybe I will name one of bowling balls htennek. And I have added a new word to my vocab list thanks to some article. Next time I want to weasel the truth out of someone, I'm gonna to have to Oprah it out of him/her. Haha.

And Oh! My mother just gave me 50 bucks cos' she won money at jackpot. Happy Six!

Err. I was just doing random thinking just now and I thought about how the specs industry is a whole scam! A conspiracy! You know how a lot of ppl say that the more you wear your specs the worst your eyesight gets but you still have to wear them no matter what or you'll go blind? Yah. It may be a whole fluke, maybe the specs industry just wants your eyesight to keep worsening so you'll keep going back to your optician to make a new pair.

Fine! Don't believe me. 10 years ago, did it ever occur to you that NKF was a scam? Mark my words.

All in all, a very good day and a half! =D

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:13 PM

Friday, July 22

t.o.w. it will never be

Haha. And I thought it would work out just fine. I am of course wrong. How many years has it been already and still its like that. I know I'm sucky and I want to slap myself at times too, but does it always have to be what it is? At least I gave it a try. I did. I really did. For like 6 whole days I tried my darndest.

I guess it will never be. Disappointing, but not at all unexpected.

QUIT THE RUBBING NOISE YOU ASS.

Haha.

To wish impossible things... At least I made the effort to wish it.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:25 PM

t.o.w. the dumbdumbs

I am a dumbdumb. He is a dumbdumb. We are all such dumbdumbs.

Yes. I am a dumbdumb. Despite working so hard and taking twenty years to type the previous entry, it was probably one of my worst entries, lingustically-speaking. There were so many typo errors and grammatical mistakes. I am ashamed of my command of the language. I should flush it down the toilet bowl together with my ability to speak the already forgotten language that is mandarin. Then perhaps I'd learn spanish and be super slick. Hurhur. Anyway, I have decided to abandon the notion of sprucing up my vocab here, for upon reflection, I feel a blog a place to be natural and I should try to come through any veneer facades. Then again, I'm still gonna need to work on my vocab. My pathethic GP is such a disappointment. Yes. I am a dumbdumb. I passed a considerably tough paper and while everyone is thanking the lord for his grace, I am cursing and swearing at my feeble attempt of the paper. Yep, keep up with YOUR act of being an ass and think me an ass.

I am a dumbdumb again for I am sick. FUCK SORE THROATS. You can bog me down with fever or a cold and whatnot. But don't give me a sore throat. My voice is my life. Not that I speak with great resonance nor with a husky sexy tone, but contrary to some people's beliefs and yet evident to others, I talk. A lot. Bahh. I had to keep drinking water to keep my voice and so I ended up drinking a bottle of water and peeing the equivalent of what has to be at least a bottle of water's worth every period today. It was so bad that my bladder was about to burst during Bio prac that I was prancing around my stool, trying to hold it in. I must have looked uber cool.

He is a dumbdumb. I'm talking about that idiot from god-knows which ass class. I don't mean to sound derrogative, but that asshat is a son of a bitch. The temerity he had to occupy the court after we had slaved over the setting up of the net (which is by no means an easy feat once you throw in a stucked metal plate). HE HAS AN ASSFACE. To one and all, if you happen to know some ass who carries that description, please inform him that I THINK HE IS A BLOODY LAZY FUCKER THAT ONLY THINKS OF PLAYING. Pardon the expletives. Without a voice to vent my frustation with that bunshole, I can only blog. But you know me. I'm low-key. Why in the world would I want to provoke an ass who is capable of shitting all over the court to mark his territory? So I decided to give him 5 and go get the other equipment. But lo and behold, when I got back, there he was, strutting his stuff on the court as though he was the Mary Pierce equivalent. EXCUSE ME RETARD! Have you won a Grand Slam? Do you have long hair that needs to be consistently meddled with? Do you own shoes that needs to be dusted ever so frequently? Assholes. And I'm not saying they havent been warned, we had already voiced out our unhappiness about their asses being on the grounds that we relentlessly took to prepare. I for one, purposely walked into the court during the process of points just to show my displeasure. Either they were retards or they were bunholes. Their pick. So having reached the point where tolerance meets "FUCK OFF ASSHOLE", I decided to tell them off. So I casually walked over to the court and asked my friend, "What the hell are they still doing there?" Upon which they promptly left the court. Either I filled their hearts with trepidation or they were just plain nice. My pick. ASSHATS.

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They are dumbdumbs. Barries to entry. Huhhuh. This company is such a monopoly, at least they think. They think their product a wonder. Unknown to them, it only appeals to a very small market. Having never studied economics nor excelled at it, they would not know. I mean, how large can a market be if it comprises stupid freaks that takes to low-class, low-quality beng'ish products. I mean, these people have neither what it takes to attain a reasonable social status nor make it big enough to be a an outright beng. They sort of hover around their buddy buddy pretences and make up their own couture. Nice. Anyway, back to the monopoly. They made a fatal mistake. They were dumb. They failed simple maths. You see, in a market where there are many other competitive firms, they think themselves a monopoly on the mere fact that they have the largest number of employees. That is incredibly dumb. It does not take anyone much time to notice a simple horizontal integration amongst the remaining firms would compromise their "monopoly-status". Granted it unlikely the aforementioned is about to happen, it would not harm this firm to pay more attention to the others. They might be able to teach it how to improve their product. In conclusion, OLD CHANG KEE should review its business policies.

Rights. Thats all for the dumbdumb activity.

In a more glorious note, I got my silver in Napfa =D. Bye Bye Bronze!

Haha. Ok. Was just talking to my Grandma and she told me how she almost had a near fatal slip on Tuesday. I'm glad I've been talking to her more. At least I won't regret it when the time comes that she moves on to a happier place.

Oh well. I'm quite bored now. Oh. I just watched Season 2 of OTH. Its much better than Season 1. Haha. I have no idea why. I wonder if Wenxi got me my dvds. I cannot wait to return what I now have to Shiqi's friend and then start watching my very own copy. Haha. I'm such a freak.

I made a new discovery today! The hot drinks stall in hwachong serves good teabreak food. Nice bread, pies, puffs and cakes. Mmmm. I'm considering eating breakfast there from now on.

Hey! I survived the week alone with him. =)

I am sad. Dumbledore is dead.

I am sad. My throat hurts.

I am sad. I am finishing my lot of dvds.

I am sad. I did not do well for Econs and GP.

But I am happy, for at least I've seen light once again. =D As compared to all that, everything else just seems so... mundane and earthly.

Perhapys I have attained immortal status.

Goodbye then earthlings. Enjoy the coming heatwave.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:43 PM

Tuesday, July 19

t.o.w. the pudgy pauper

It has been an embarrassing week.

I'm a pudgy pauper,
hear me fart.
Here is my tummy, here is my butt.
When you see me coming, run for life,
finish what you're eating, or it'll be mine.

If I am as rotund as I am dense, I am in trouble. In 3 mere days, I have been repeatedly branded as fat and today, indubitaby one of my sorriest days ever, I am now a pauper.

It all began on that very fateful Saturday. When a certain presumptuous cousin of mine stepped up to me just as I was about to leave and said "Why are you getting fatter?". I was immediately sent headfirst into the world where the disheveled roam. The ravages of the notion that I ; a skinny bag of bones, could actually have been branded as FAT. However, I'm proud to say that I stifled the indignation. As it did occur to me on hindsight that the comment was made by someone who would probably not have remained rooted after a couple zephyrs. I dealt with it.

Then later on that night, I went to my Grandmas and was in the lift with her. She was talking to my Grandpa and she said this about me, "... JIU LAI JIU PUI..." PUI! THAT'S PUI. The temerity of my Grandma! For a split second, her life, her very existence was in question. Despite the low levels of proficiency I have in dialect, I could tell what she meant. Crudely translated, she meant that I was getting fatter and fatter everyday. Such vile filthy language. I was offended. If it werent my predilection for her Salted Vegetables with Duck Soup ala Kiam Chai Arh Soup, I would have been apopletic.

Moving on. Today during break, I ate my Yong Tau Foo. However that did not satiate my lust for more food. And so I proceeded to purchase a hotdog and began munching with absolute euphoria. That was not too last, for I was immediately chastised by the TUB gang for having eaten too much. I must admit that I had had a plate of spaghetti the break before but what does a guy have to do to fill his stomach! These obviously fit girls that postulated my eating habits the very reason I was a member of the TUB club exacerbated the issue.

The quintessence of food is the enjoyment! Something I now no longer feel for.

I am fat. Hear me fart. Hear me buuuurrr-p.

As much as I resent the proposition that my once emaciated and gaunt look has now lapsed into oblivion, I have come to accept it. For the reason that the hard facts do not lie. I came in a 52 and now, barely 7 months in, I have put on Xkg (too much to disclose). I cannot afford to botch up my last attempt in attaining a gold in next year's Napfa.

Right. About the pauper. I was boarding the bus and made my payment. At least I thought I did. For the eZlink machine decided to antagonize me further in this already bad day by informing me (and much too conviniently, the whole world) that I was out of credits in my card. I muttered "Aww, Crap!". It seems thats all I do in times of diversity. When I fell and broke my teeth, I muttered the exact same words, even as the intensity of shame and embarassment was nothing compared to that of the unceremonious fall. All I could do was smile sheepishly at the driver, imploring him to let me on this free ride. Given the massive queue behind me, he had no choice but to oblige. And as I moved into the rear of the bus, it strucked me that it was the first time I hadnt paid for my fare knowingly. I felt stripped of all power. I did all that I could to avert the eyes of the people in lonely desperation who wanted nothing but good old-fashioned embarra-rama. I felt useless. I felt like filth, a free-rider (literally). I needed a good old scrub and a hot bath.

Ok. I'm exhausted from the entry. Haha. If you hadnt already noticed, my wielding of the English language has wizened and that has taken a toll on me ; having to pause ever so often to think up a nice word. This is all in an attempt to,

1. Raise my proficiency in the language.
2. Keep up with the verbose language present in BloggerCon.

Anyhow. I love my publicity IC job. We are ingenious.

Now, don't let me wake up from my reverie.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 12:14 AM

Saturday, July 16

t.o.w. every nights another story

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every nights another story -- by Dwight Yaokam
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PEYTON: What nod?

BROOKE: The “lets hook up after the game” nod. Wanna know what I think? I think Nathan likes tutor girl. But I think tutor girl likes Lucas. And I know I like Lucas. And I don’t know who the hell you like anymore. This is all turning into one big love… rectangle plus one, whatever that is.
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HALEY: It’s strange. Just the night away from school. It feels like you and I actually live on the same planet.

PEYTON: Life plays trick on you like that.
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LUCAS: As happens sometimes a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. And then the moment was gone.
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Bahh. I've had millions of such moments before. Haha. =)

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:17 PM

Friday, July 15

t.o.w. the NKF fiasco

Ahh. Can it ever be clear?

Anyway. I'm freaking pissed at myself. My fucking com is fucked up such that whenever someone switches the user interface, the com will hang. So I stupidly left my com on while watching Joey and my dad (not that I'm blaming him) went to switch the user interface so my half-written entry was gone. URGH. I hate my com. But I guess its a blessing in disguise. That entry would have been the epitome of anger and hatred.

But to sum up about what happened yesterday, I just don't understand how people can quarrel one minute and then just sit down and pretend nothing ever happened and become all loving again. It is an amazingly stupid show of pretence. Something I'm not prepared to participated in. Oh well. Whatever.

Anyway, I just downloaded Skype so I can talk to my sis when she is overseas. Haha. Its a really really cool program. Haha. Hmm, the world is really getting smaller and smaller. Its a real wonder. So add me on Skype if you have it! I'm ken0203.

Hmm. Was blog-hopping and I found timmo's blog. Its superly funny. Its the most entertaining blog I've ever been too. Hmm. Its damn weird lah, I don't talk to him nor say hi at all during school. This is not good, we are after all, team-mates. Hmm. I shall make it a point to be a little more proactive and add him on msn or something. Went bowling today with Zhiyong, Janice and Yanchen. Haha. I've always thought Yanchen a true blue singaporean so imagine my immense revelation when I found out shes from China. Hmm. Haha. Oh. I forgot to say we bowled with Brian and Yiling too. But you cannot blame me because they were almost non-existant. They came for one game, bowled and left. Tsk. They made us waited for damn long too, long enough for us to come up with designer dinner-tablepieces. Haha. Janice and myself made a bet on something and the wager was a nugget. But by the time Brian and Yiling came and the result of the bet made known, the nugget was freakishly cold and it seemed like I came off the winning wager worse. Oh yah, it was also damn cold in the alley. I was freezing my butt off. Hmm. A common expression yet I wonder how that could happen. Where does your butt detach? Do you just stand up and see an ass on the chair? Or do you look down and realise you no longer have a behind? Interesting.

AHHH. Stupid mixed signals. Then again, given the optimist that I am, they are probably just figments of my imagination. But after imagining so many good things happening to me and none of them coming close, I think its high time the tide changes. =) Maybe tommorow? Maybe never? I DON'T KNOW.

Oh. I wanted to blog about how I'm starting to like GP. Haha. I actually think LimYS is a good teacher. I mean its quite sad when you try so hard to be funny but no one gets you. Haha. At least I think she knows her stuff, she may not always put it across in a funny way that gets the lame asses laughing, but its quite intellectually-provoking. Shes a long way off LokeLF though. Haha. That said, GP lessons these days are getting more and more interesting. Like today she was discussing the NKF fiasco. A couple months back she was talking about the casino saga. So it's obvious shes making it a point to make sure we are well-informed. Good on her then. Hmm. To the NKF fiasco, while I don't agree with how the board spends the money, I don't think I can blame them entirely for doing so. I mean, if you have that much spare money and you have such a great CEO (so I read) then I guess it wouldnt harm too much to be paying him a little more. I mean, he deserves it if he is working day and night for the comfort of all kidney patients. And given how NKF is expanding its scope of care to the cancer patients and kids, I really don't see the crux here. But what bothers me is how they already have so much in reserves and yet are not only raising funds but upping the ante and pace on fundraiser events. Like, how many NKF shows are there a year? I sometimes wonder what Mediacorp artistes' real jobs are. To act in shows, host or to "risk their lives" at "dangerous stunts". Perhaps both. For after performing those dangerous stunts, they come out to say how hard they have been practicing and how much they care for and pity these patients. While we do note that they are putting in a lot of effort, lets not forget their actual day job. So yes! Another thing that bothers me is how the NKF is using KIDS to raise funds in a very mean way. I was a victim before so I know how this goes. It all starts in P4 (or maybe even earlier now) where a student is deemed to be responsible for monetary donations. As such, they are handed little pocket booklets with an envelope attached and they are then "encouraged" to raise as much funds as possible. They then pocket the booklet into their already weighted bag and trudge home. They then give it to their parents and ask them to help them with the donations. Family, friends, anyone. Who can resist that impish little grin on that cute kid's face? So with money-ladden envelopes, the kids trudge back to school, eager to show their "contributions" to society to the teacher that everyone aims to please. Once that initial step is done, YOU are done. From then on, based on that initial sum that you collected, the NKF then "encourages" you to raise $50 more each year. When you are in primary school, you are easy prey. In secondary school, they send emails and call you up to hound you and have sweet-sounding aunties asking you why you would not like to participate anymore. And so in order to avoid them, you agree to recieving another booklet this year and when you put down the reciever, you tell yourself this is the last time only to realise this is the 10th time this has occured. This is a Non-Kidding Fact . This is the Naive Kids Fund.

In order to protect my blog and much more importantly, my life, "the above is nothing but figments of my imagination and is here solely for entertainment purposes. any unintended defamation to any party is not part of the authors agenda."

Right. I'm about done. Tennis tommorow! I am a lark.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:55 PM

Wednesday, July 13

t.o.w. all that you can't leave behind

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all that you can't leave behind -- by U2.
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BROOKE: Wait! Hold on, Peyton, you’ve got the arms wrong.

PEYTON: It’s not brain surgery, Brooke.

BROOKE: Okay, what’s with the attitude?

PEYTON: What’s with your life? Seriously, aren’t you embarrassed that the most important thing in your world is some stupid cheer?

BROOKE: Look, I’m really sorry things didn’t work out with you and Nathan, but don’t go all Mariah on me, okay?

PEYTON: You think this is about Nathan? You’re not even close! You’re not even in the neighborhood of close!

BROOKE: Okay, then, what’s wrong?

PEYTON: What’s wrong is how pointless all of this is.

BROOKE: Stop saying that!

PEYTON: No! Because it’s true. What difference does it make if you sleep with a popular guy, or you go to the right party, or you know the moves to some moronic cheer to do with some lame-ass game I could care less about!
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WHITEY: Wait a minute. This isn’t about Lucas and Keith. This is all about you, Danny and that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you see the son that you never claimed. You were a great player. Maybe the best I ever had. But you can score a hundred points in this game, and that feeling’s not going to go away. It’ll be there until you acknowledge that Lucas is your son and that you made a mistake.
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DAN: Come on, big brother.

KEITH: That’s right. Big brother. And no matter what you did on that basketball court a lifetime ago, and no matter what you do now, I’ll always be your big brother. So guess what, Danny boy? It was my name first. It’s Lucas’ name now. And there’s nothing you can do about it
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PEYTON: Do you miss her?

WHITEY: Every day. Peyton, it’s hard to lose somebody. I spent a lot of time searching for reasons or answers. But you can’t find what’s not there. It just happened.
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DAN: Oh, he enjoys it. If he doesn’t, he’ll regret it when it’s gone.

DEB: Do you?

DAN: Every day. There’s nothing like it, Deb. Walking into the arena, hearing the cheers of a sellout crowd, knowing it’s going to be your night. And for an hour or two, the world is yours and there’s nothing they can do to stop it. I wish I would’ve known you then. I wish you could’ve been there. No decisions to make, cars to sell, bills to pay. Just the game. And I was good. It’s the best it ever was for me.
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LUCAS: John Steinbeck once wrote “It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world."
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Conclusion of the episode. Whitey is wise, Dan is a nut and I don't understand the last quote. Somebody explain it please.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:40 PM

t.o.w. the runaway nose

Ahhhhhh-Chi!. That's my sneeze, not my grunt.What's yours?

Behh. I've been sneezing since this morning during Maths Lect. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, NOSE? I hope I'm not falling ill man, that would suck. But anyhow, I popped in 2 Panadols, with hardly any difficulties, may I add, and I guess I'm better now.

Hmm. So I guess my Block Test results are pretty average. I don't know about Bio, neither am I expecting much, but I got B. B. E. for Maths, Econs and Chem respectively. So yeah. Oddly enough, I'm really pissed about Maths and Econs lah. I know what people are going to say lah, like "Get B already still complain" and shit like that. But thing is, I really studied damn hard for Econs lah and if I hadn't dazed off during the DRQ, I just might have jumped a grade. Boo. And for maths, I was damn bloody careless. I could have gotten 15 marks more lah. So yes, I am disappointed. I spent 2 weeks on Econs and Maths and just 4 days on Chem and Bio. That said, whatever I get for Bio, I don't think I'll feel a thing. But, in order to keep up with the class act of living like a contented student so that I am not labelled a kiasu ass, I lie whenever people ask me about my results. I just shut up about Econs and Maths and just talk about how badly I did for Chem and how sad I am. I am a hyprocrite. But then again, aren't we all? And today, he was asking about my results and just like yesterday, I said I didn't know. Not that I'm ashamed about it and all, just that I couldn't deal with the whole truckload of questions then. And then I saw the note he left on the table about dinner, and I felt really bad. I don't know, I seem to talk to him so much better when we arent around each other. Like on the phone or msgs and stuff, I lightened up. WHY AM I SUCH A SORRY SON OF PATIENCE?

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It just used to be so easy. Hmm. I'm also quite sad that I exhausted all my Peyton art in the previous entry. I now have no more art to express myself. I am very sad. Haha. But I guess what I was feeling a couple of days back was just a feeling of being lost and a sense of helplessness. Like I didn't know where I stood and I am still not taking my tennis lessons. I feel like a big fat loser right now. Oh well. So yeah, basically, I just don't see the point in trying to get in anymore? The groupie defence mechanism is up from certain asshats and I see no point in breaking down that wall. I'm good where I'm at and I have so much fun but sometimes its just a little awkward. Oh well. It's elementary school all over again.

Hmm. I guess I should really stop the negativity. Actually no, its not about being negative, but more about having that sense of identity or rather finding something I can identify with. Haiz. I love Peyton and her art so much. Punk'd & Disorderly... Hurhuh. So anyway, had Bowling meeting today, it was damn funny lah. Or maybe I just feed off such crap. Haha. So the news is we have no money and are in the red. Haha. I feel bad for the new guy that joined us today. He really shouldnt be paying lah and some people just ought to pay that tad bit more. Oh well. But its good, we desperately need more people, guys especially. What I can't get from one, I feed off from the other. Oh yah, and dumb Kegan thought I was crying because of my Rudolph Nose. Haha. I must have looked like crap. Anyway. I was acting weird just before the meeting, so I'm sorry Kee! =)

Ahh. So much work to do and tomorrow is like SIAN day. I have no intention of going school. Haha. But I still am. And stupid freaking PE is Basketball where the alpha males will dominate and I shall try to look interested. Maybe I won't even play at all if my nose doesnt stop running away. We should go for tennis, then I'd be whacking and thwacking winners all round the court while making them run from side to side. I'd be Mr. Chic with my Wimbledon Puma shoes. Haha. I must say for the record that I bear no animosity towards the guys whatsoever, its the basketball I don't feel for.

OTH is getting disappointing! What happened to all my wonderful quotes and dialogues. Argh. And the plot is getting a bit far-fetched. Car crashes and stuff and HALEY CANNOT SING. Haha. I still love it though. The relationships are tantalisingly tangy.

I know where I'm at. Thanks, you two.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:12 PM

Saturday, July 9

t.o.w. all the bad endings

I need to curb a very bad addiction.

I am addicted to Minesweeper. I am on the computer for 2 hours each day trying to figure out where mines are. I need help. I need professional help. I end up being so tired after that 2 hours that I decide to go and sleep instead of doing much more fulfilling things like watching OTH or blogging. HELP!

Ok. I am serious. I am really addicted to it. Haha. It took me a whole hour of "one last game" before I finally got to getting out of the game. And at night, when I sleep, I close my eyes and I can see a small portion of the minesweeper grids and I try to solve them mentally. Haha. Hmm. Then again, minesweeper is really fun. Haha. I think I am damn zhai at it. It's a damn intellectual game lah. And I keep wanting to beat my own scores. I am in competition with myself. Its the best kind. Hah.

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Ok. Anyway. I watched War of The Worlds and surprisingly enough, I watched Initial D, thanks to the stupid Shaojie. Haha. So yeah. The ironic thing is if I were to advise you between the 2, I'd say watch Initial D, for the very simple reason that WOTW sucks. To the very core. One would think that the angelic face of Tom Cruise and the talented Dakota Fanning would be able to make up for any shortcomings of the "Blockbuster Event of the Year". Sadly. Not. Hmm. I dunno, maybe its because Aliens have never seemed to be scary. Haha. So when we finally got a glimpse of the aliens, I found them rather endearing. Haha. Also, whats with the repetitive elements in all the Steven Spielberg shows. Weird machinese that track human life (think Minority Report), young female leads (think ET), gigantic killing machines that feast on humans (think Jurassic Park). For a highly acclaimed director, it can only go so far. Also, apart from the senseless, non-scary plot, the ending lived up to what people made of it. It ceased to exist. The film just went from a point-blank boring beginning to a point-blank boring climax to credits. The one scene that showed the entire family reuniting just made the movie even more schumallock than it already is. The happy endings. They never exist. OK. So yeah, Initial D. The ending was equally abrupt. But I am advised that that is because there are supposed to be sequels. So that's not too bad. At least the show didnt involve tripodified aliens that zapped humans and only humans. Is it not weird that these Aliens are killing only humans. Animals are also habitants of Mother Earth. Why not kill them? They should really target lizards.

For the next S.S movie, I expect -
1. Tripodified Aliens to battle with Dinosaurs ala Alien VS Predator
2. Snake-like human detector to battle with spider-like human detectors
3. A dinosaur to cry out loud and have Dakota Fanning scream right back at it
4. Cute aliens that can dream of the future and prevent assasinations
5. Tom Cruise

Don't disappoint us, Spielberg.

Enough of my jabberwocky. Went out on Tuesday with Ronald to town and saw this pair of super nice Puma shoes. It looks so Wimbledon'y. It looks like something Federer would wear. Haha. So yeah, here it is.

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So anyway. I went home and slept on it and decided to go buy it. And so I did. Say hello to Majesty Low. That's the model name btw. I am fated to have this pair of shoes.

Ok. So blocks are over. I don't think I did too well. I guess I am only really disappointed about Econs. Haiz. Nevermind, whats done is done. So anyway, after blocks, I now have a lot of free time, so I went to organise my TV Table. It's so much neater and cleaner now. Here it is.

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I'm so proud of it. Haha. I spent a whole day doing it up. And now I can watch my entire collection of Friends. All 10 Seasons.

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And also One Tree Hill.

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Hmm. I watched the past 8 episodes of One Tree Hill so quickly that I didn't have much time to go read the transcripts. Even though the show still seems to amaze me, I think I've lost a bit of steam. So now, I'm gonna take it slowly. Haha. It's still an incredible show though. It gives me a bit of scope to imagine and think about what could be.

Haiz. It is a show that keeps me thinking about life. Something no other show has done to this extent. And for that matter, it scares me a little. So I found myself wondering,

What difference does it make if you don't have something that everyone else does if it doesn't help you in fulfilling your dream. What difference does it make if I get 4 S papers when I don't want that kind of life? What difference does it make if I fail all 4 subjects when what I want doesn't involve knowing the process of mitosis, or knowing how to use trigonometry. What difference does it make when everything I do seems to beget nothing? What difference does it make when no one gives a rat's ass about what I'm going through? What difference does it make at all that I exist?

For all the above reasons, I love Peyton and her art. Every single piece I feel strongly for. I guess the one other reason why I like the show so much is because Peyton's life just seems so real.

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So yes! People always leave. That just seems the way. I don't seem to be able to emote what I really feel to anyone at all. It's just the senseless and endless swaps of saying hi, joking around and saying bye.

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Self-explainatory. I just detest it when people think they know well enough about me to contemplate pity for me. I don't need your solace. I need you to fuck off. I cannot bear the insinuation today. What do you take me for? A teenage groupie that follows senseless trends?

ARGH. I feel horrible now. For every reason that I love OTH. I hate it. Its got me hooked on TV. Hardly a time for anything else. Its got me thinking about and dissing my current life; something I've never done before. For all those reasons. I thank OTH. Even though its just a show. It has given me light on some issues.

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I DON'T WANT TO LET INHIBITION ROB ME OF MY DREAMS.

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Someone asked me a question a couple days back. I didnt get to answering it cleanly. But the real answer is the question right back at you. Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you? What decrees who I talk to to or who I spend time with? I'm just another one of my personas. You don't know which, thats all.

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This life is definitely not. I cannot stand how I wasted 4 years, assuming that I knew what I wanted, what I was doing and where I was headed in life. This does it.

I'm not going to waste another 4 years.

I guess thats enough angst. Another day for the transcripts then.

Finally, the thing that started it all...

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Indeed...

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:43 PM

Friday, July 1

t.o.w. i raid orchard road

I am a criminal!

I am involved in an illegal act of smuggling a banned substance in and out certain checkpoints. I could be prosecuted and sent to a maximum of 3 months jail or fined a maximum of US$100,000. Or both. Yet I'd gladly to it again. Because thanks to Shiqi and her friend (phiphi), I have One Tree Hill DVDs!!! Yes! The complete Season 1 with unseen footage and commentaries and special features and everything else! Ahhh. The life. Pity it came a bit early or rather the BTs end too late. Hmm. Biology ; One Tree Hill. Brain-work ; No work. Easy choice. So yeah. I think I studied really hard for econs and maths. Umm. That's good. Haha. Its the only two subjects I really feel the interest for. My love for bio is waning as fast as the inches of notes grow. As such! I am contented with 2 passes. =D

Anyway. Back to my undesired behavior. So yes. I was oogling at the DVD Cover when I saw this notice. "For use in the US and Canada only. Use of these DVDs, whether personal, is subject to legalised prosecution. WB does not support the viewership of these DVDs outside the US and Canada." Ohhh. I'm breaking the law. I feel rebellious. So anyway. The barcode on the DVD Box is apparently jinxified because while shopping at Orchard today, every alarm at every store went off. Causing me to,

1. Feel Embarassed
2. Walk as fast as I can in hope that nobody catches me
3. Look like a freakin thief from hwachong

Argh. But nevermind. The DVDs reside in my humble abode. In thy haven, they are protected. Of course, never one to stop complaining about stuff, I did realise that even though I must have sounded off 15 alarms in as many shops, only 1 shop bothered to make me take the walk of shame again. So in the event that I really did steal something, the probability of me escaping scott-free is appealingly high. A research should be done on this. This will then be circulated amongst all potential and would-be thiefs. Economies of Information. Hurhur. Shop-owners beware. As the number of thiefs increase significantly due to my paper that is sure to give me my tenure ; "Lift your head up high and walk", your sales revenue will face a drastic drop. You can install the best and most cutting-edge security systems, but you cannot beat External Economies of Scale. It's a law of Economics! I'll prove it. I'll prove it like a theorum!

Anyway. For that one shop that bothered to arrest me. Here's what happened.

Kenneth to accomplices : "Let's go! On 3! Ready? 3!"
Alarm to Kenneth : "Tu Tu Tu Tu Tu"
Alarm to shop assistants : "Breach! Breach! System Breach in Sector 312 point 04."
Assistant 1 to Assistant 2,3,4 : "Fan out! Cover the perimeter! Do Not let him escape!"
Assistant 2 to Assistant 1,3,4 : "Target identified! 2 accomplices. Initiate communications sequence with frontdesk immediately!"
Assistant 3 to Assistant 1,2,4 : "Communications sequenced. Frontdesk Operation!"
Assistant 4 to Assistant 1,2,3 : "They'll be too slow! Suspect's leaving! I'm going in!"
Assistant 4 to Kenneth : "Excuse me, Sir, would you kindly step through the gantry once more please?"
Kenneth to accomplices : "Go! Run for it! I'll take care of this! Take the bag!"
Assistant 4 to Assistant 1,2,3 : "Backup! Backup!"
Kenneth to Assistants 1,2,3,4 : "Haiiiiiiyah!"

*darkness*

Wee! I'm such a superhero. They can call me TuTuTuTuTu. I'll rob the rich shops to give to umm, me.

Anyway. That said. I can't wait to start my OTH marathon. Tonight!!! Yes! Soon! Muahaha. Anyway. Venus and Lindsay in the final. Yeah! Let's see if Channel 5 will take of the broadcast.

Haiz. I just watched yesterday's One Tree Hill. It's super sad. I couldnt take the last 15 mins. I feel so cheated. The first 45 were all happy and glee. Damn you OTH producers. You guys just get better.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:05 PM