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Tuesday, August 30

t.o.w. mosquitoes attack

I have been savaged!

4 mosquitoes that look trepidatingly like aedes mosquitoes have mounted a vehement attack on yours truly. They came in one after I killed the other with my Heavenly Dragon Eighteen Palms and each enjoyed a momentary feast on my youthful blood. Unfortunately for me, the poor victim, my palms were engrossed in my electrolysis tutorial so I had a very much delayed reaction time. Ultimately, them 4 mosquitoes accounted for 16 bites on my doleful limbs. In lieu of the above, I decided to be a mosquitotarian and campaign against the bloody gruesome death of mosquitoes. Alas, it was not meant to be as once again my devastating palms ensured the death of all that crossed my path. As a result, I had to set up a warning for any other mosquito that thought it wise to make a margarita or cordial out of my blood. I created a mosquito altar right at my window that had a dead mosquito encased in its coffin (made of an improvised translucent cup). This turned out to be extremeley effective as I suffered no more bites and no longer needed to waste my yang energy on silly mosquitoes.

Nicee. Also because I turned on the aircon.. Pfft.

Right. The aftermath was not the most spectacular for I soon feel sick. Thank the lord for it seems I do not have a fever and am now more likely to postulate an extremely salty lunch as the main justification for my demise. This is now the umpteenth time that I have fallen sick this year and I seriously do not wish to look gaunt and emaciated again (since that seems to be an extremely effective way of losing weight). My face is boney enough. Thus, I have embarked on a new health routine and that is to run at least twice a week (for now) and take daily vitamin C capsules since I am now fully apt in controlling my gag reflex. Thankfully, I am on a speedy path to a full recovery as I do not wish to have anything to impair my abilities to enjoy 4 days of much awaited independence and freedom. At laaaast.

My stomach feels queasy from the 20 bottles of water that I'm taking a day. Brrrrp.

But being sick has its benefits too! I was able to soak in a good morning of US Open tennis. Even though the US Series has messed up the sport left and right by painting all its courts with a new gay colour combination of blue and green, the fact that Kuznetsova lost in the opening round is of much consolation. The US Series is spooky. Since its inaugural beginning last year, someone always seems to dominate the fall season. Baah. I miss Jen. Tennis is almost not what it is when she doesn't play. But its ok, shes gonna come back next year and win all 4 grand slam titles and finish the year as number one. Then I'd be at Madrid watching her whitewash Sharapova in the season-ender. Nicee. Maybe they'll play an exhibition match and I'll team up with Jennifer to beat the Williamses. Heh.

Ahh. I'm feeling all reminiscy again. I miss KB so. The friends mainly but it only strucked me a couple days back how much I missed the building; with its glorious fields and terraces and driveway. I'd give anything to be able to walk into the building again and take a short tour of the place. Walking in by the backgate where we used to gossip in the morning, past the basketball court and quaint canteen, down the driveway and up the steps into the concourse. Ahh. How magnificent the concourse was with its high ceilings and dim lighting. Then up to the hall where we spent most mornings doing flag duty and the library (Ahhh!) and then into the classrooms sections with the funny staircases. Boo. I want to go back so bad.

Ok. I'm quiet tired. Ozone Hotcakes breakfast tomorrow!

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 5:28 PM

Friday, August 26

t.o.w. the lonelies

Lonelyyyy. I am so lonelyyy. We are so lonelyyy.

Hmm. I actually have nothing much to say about anything apart from the fact that the lonely bowlers club has now been anointed by 2 lousy proponents of the game. Anyone with the ability to bowl without the influence of love can join this extremely elusive membership.

Bahh. Ok. This is just to comfort our damn sad bowling, even though it was at the expense of someone else. But then again, its all clean good fun. =) At least we weren't hanging animals or humans with a reclining hairline and a limp by their ankles and slashing at their throats. We are quite humane. Haha. Oh yah. I'm quite pissed with what could have been a potentially high game today. I had 8 bloody shots in 1 game that cleared all 10 pins but THREE of them were ZERO, SPARES. So my score looked quite retarded. Something like this.

X 80 0/ 0/ 0/ 80 X X X 9/X

I think I'm quite a good bowler to be able to bowl 3 first shot gutterballs. Its quite the rarity.

So effectively speaking, THREE of the clear-all shots were as good as hitting open frames. And if I hadnt guttered the first 3 shots, I WOULD HAVE HIT TWO-O-ONE. Like, 1 pin improvement from my pb. ARGH. I AM UNHAPPY. Grrr.

Came home and ate my jap food. Damn delicious and fattening. Was eating while watching Villa Wellness. Its damn funny lah. Ok. I know there are like gazillion reasons for some to postulate the detriments of such a lame reality show (if it would even qualify), but sometimes its just nice to ignore the GP-double-sided theory and just sit down for some good old humour, which I assure you is bound to be satiated by the extremely hilarious antics by these women (d.gan included) in the show. The only thing I have to add is how WOODEN the host is, whatever her name.

Right. I'm quite full. Maybe I shall go for a detox programme too. HAHA. When the cows come home and the pigs start to foam.

Extremely nice quote that some of you asses don't bother to look at even though its right in your face, "Tennessee Williams once wrote; When so many are lonely and seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone."

Lonelies of the World! Unite-tssaaah! (say out loud in broadway fashion)

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:12 PM

Tuesday, August 23

t.o.w. the missing pieces

A piece is missing!

Hmm. Firstly, a piece is missing from our superb artwork. And the Clips Frame from Ikea is damn nice. Gonna get me one of those soon. No more details till later.

Also, a huge chunk of logic is missing from recent events. To start things off, this is an entirely personal entry on blogs per say. Its what I feel and not what is felt by the general public. Now I for one, always think a blog a personal space that is open to public. It is available but it is not a compulsory read. So I guess it is illogical for anyone to brand anyone based on entries. That's just pure dumb. If that were the case, whats the point of a blog? Hmm. I'm glad I have that password thing up (even though its efficiency is highly dubious), but at least it works on a basic level and so only people I'm comfortable with get the read. Then again, even if I didnt put it up, I didnt give you my link and ask you to read any specifics. You came here through links on your own account and probably hacked into the site as an independent decision-making-individual so any unpleasant text you find in my entries is really not my fault, nor my business. It's your discretion, decision and deliberation. Ahh. A word in all fairness.

What's also been missing since time immemorial is my sensibility. The tuition agency called and I spoke like a great big dumb pro-tutor that demanded twice the market rate. Haha. Oh weeell. I hope I get the job for I desperately need the cash! I did some bankbook updating and my already broken but reannealed together tooth almost came out when I realised I've spent 900 bucks in 8 months. And thats not even including the new phone and player and other ex stuff. These are just normal outlays. Snowbaaall.

Lastly, the one thing thats been missing in bowling (till today at least) is efficiency! Haha. Hopefully we'll be able to revamp the entire system and push bowling forward. We are so enthu! PT!!! Haha. =) Oh yah. We tricked a super suaku yanchen into believing we had PT. Heh. Elections tml! Finally!

Hwa Chong Bowling, Swell with Pride.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:55 PM

Saturday, August 20

t.o.w. the weird dreams

I am not getting enough rest!

Hah. This week at least. Where has my ability to sleep late and still tahan through the day gone? I am so weak. Once past 12 I'm all groggy. Aiyar. Anyway. Slept damn little this week cos of PW. Haha. I feel so strongly for my written report. Hmm. I guess I didn't mind doing most of it because I really wanted the ideas to flow well. If we had split it up, I guess the mental framework will be very disjointed. Rrright. Anyway. I'm damn proud of it! Haha. I hope it goes through smoothly. Haha. So anyway yeah, I'm sleeping very little this week. So I decided to pon 2 periods on thursday and go school late. Extremely wise decision. I shall do that more often.

Anyway. I keep having super dumb dreams even though I'm sleeping so little.

Dream 1 -- The Amazing Mouth

Hmm. I was at some chalet with Mag Tan and Judith Cheng. Extremely weird, considering I don't really like them. I much rather be at a chalet with my Miss Boo. Haha. Anyway, I think I saw that it was J. Cheng that was pregnant. M. Tan was her usual svelt self. Heh. Then we somehow ended up at some amusement park water roller coaster. Which is weird because pregnant woman should not be allowed on rides. And I think we were asked to deposit our handphones. Somehow I didnt and ended up taking it with me along for the ride. Then halfway through the ride, I realised that I may actually lose my phone. Oddly enough, I actually placed the phone in my mouth and attempted to protect it from the gastly water splash. Somehow, the ride managed a 360 degree overloop and I think I wanted to scream but ended up SWALLOWING the whole phone.

I woke up.

Dream 2 -- The Movie Flashback

This time I was at some clubhouse. The events are actually kinda murky. But then I remember hearing Khoo Shiqi (congrats for starring in my dream!) talking to her friend on the phone. The weird thing was I could actually hear what her friend was saying and it went something like this.

Shiqi: Are you sure you can pay?
Friend: Like durh.. I can use my creditcard
Shiqi: Haha. Your parents won't scold meh..
Friend: Aiya. My mum isnt around and do you think my dad checks the bills?

Right. Then somehow there was an explosion and I remember a lot of running (I don't think it belonged to me, i'm way to fat to run. I at most briskwalk) and jostling. Then I was at the taxi-stand waiting for a cab, apparently in the mood to go out after a huge explosion. Then somehow I realised my phone was missing. So I ran back to the club house and saw this evil sinister looking guy and suddenly I was captured! Then I realised that they had stolen my handphone and I was so pissed with them. They lorded about their steal and decided to describe to me in detail the steps they had taken to steal my phone. Firstly, they planted a bomb and set it off. Then during the running and the jostling, KHOO SHIQI (dressed in yellow so she looked like a banana) grabbed my phone and hid it.

I woke up.

Spooky. Conclusions!!! I love my phone very very much. My dream-self is quite dumb. Khoo Shiqi secretly wants my phone...

Heh. And I think it spooky that I keep dreaming about my phone. But maybe its cos its sending secret messages to my brain cos I sleep with my phone on the bed, next to my pillow. I think I may get cancer. Eeeee. Hmm. I wonder if I was dream-actioning and actually put the phone in my mouth. Nicee.

Heh. Quite happy about yesterday. Hit a high game for DAMN LONG TIME after buying the new ball. Haha. Then went to eat at jacks place with some of the team. Nice dinner. Nice convos about our future unis! Haha. US!!! New York! And oh ya, we talked about different schools and different people and social dynamics. Haha. And also how un-chinese-high I am. I'm so un-chs, I'm almost the anti-thesis of a chs student. I'm a freak. Everyone in school likes either bball or soccer, I know shit about offsides and rebounds (even though oth has helped) and do tennis. Everyone in school plays com games like dota or warcraft. I play fun games like ming xin san que yi. Heh. Everyone in school watches taiwan variety shows or jap anime. I watch ENGLISH reality shows, ENGLISH comedy, ENGLISH drama and ENGLISH movies. Then again, I think I'm the normal one. Haha. =D

Woo! Played tennis today!!! Haha. Was at ade's house with kaojun and alison and xuyan doing some present for some asshole. Then stayed for a lousy macs dinner with alison and ade talking random stuff. Ahh. I'm thankful for friends like them. And others like wenyi and ronald and fahizul (whom I haven talked to in years!) and ernest (whom I don't talk to often but still feel like he is the best buddy I've ever had). Anyway. I finally played tennis at night! Ahh. It feels so different. It felt damn good. Haha. The spotlight glare and all. AHHH. I love it. Haha

Walked by some shop in PS today and I saw this damn magnificient 5000++ piece jigsaw of the Notre Dam in Motreal. Ahh. Its damn grand and inspiring. I love my jigsaws! I wonder if there is any job that pays you to complete jigsaws. I'll swallow a phone to get that job. Heh.

Another job I won't mind getting is a quote-giver. Like you can pay me for a quote. I think me wise. I give good quotes like this.

On mugging. "You don't need a mugging partner, just don't mug."
On this. "Oh. About this right, just do this err what arh and that one la."
On life. "Life is very short! Eat while you can!"

So. Who wants to employ me!

Wages:
Jigsaw puzzler : Per job, $10 X No. of pieces
Quote giver : Per quote, $10.

Hurry. Get your kenneths today! Intelligence sold separately.

Stop trying to show me up. Yes you.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:56 PM

Sunday, August 14

t.o.w. fucking rubbish

ITS NOT LIKE I DON'T HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO.

I'M DIEING AS IT IS WITH THE FUCKING ECONS TIMED ASSIGNMENT TML WHICH MAKES ZERO SENSE TO ME AT THIS POINT OF TIME. AND YET I HAVE TO DEAL WITH FUCKED UP PROBLEMS THAT YOU BLOODY FUCKERS GIVE ME. GET THE FUCKING LOAD OFF MY BACK. DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO CARRY YOU ALL THE BLOODY FUCKING WAY.

BECAUSE THE DAMN SAD TRUTH IS I WILL. I WON'T AND CANNOT AFFORD TO SCREW THIS UP EVEN IF YOU CAN. SO CONGRATULATIONS. SLEEP AT 10, HAVE A GOOD NIGHTS REST. IN THE END, YOU'LL STILL BE AWARDED WITH GRADE A QUALITY WORK. YOU GOT ME.

I JUST HOPE KARMA COMES BACK TO BITE YOU IN YOUR ASS. YOU BLOODY FUCKERS HAVE NO BLOODY FUCKING VISION ON ANYTHING AT ALL.

Bahh. I just had to get this out even though I'm in such a rush. It's the only way that can prevent me from blowing my brains out.

Nice work.

Just know that even though I may say hi to you and smile to you. Deep down, what I feel is intense hatred for your guts and for your existence.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:07 PM

Friday, August 12

t.o.w. the super big rush

RIGHT. I'm not in the best of moods.

WHAT IS WITH THE STUPID SUPER BIG RUSH IN THE WORLD.

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The above very sad scene happened to me today. So I got out of my father's car and walked back to the booth to get my bowling gear and just as I was about to do the standard rumpapumpum-knock, THE BLOODY FUCKING CAR JUST SPED OFF. So I looked like a dumb dumb standing there not knowing what to do next. Thank god, anger took over and I ran after the car for a short distance and thank the lord for EARLY MORNING TRAFFIC, that held the car up for a bit before I proceeded to RAM my entire fist on the car booth to try to wake the sleeper behind the wheel. Classic. I seriously don't get what's the rush. I mean, not that this always happens, but its always like that. He drives at breakneck speeds, makes dumb detours JUST to avoid a dumb traffic light, nags when I'm a minute late and ocassionally leaves me stranded without my stuff. SO YOU GET STUCKED IN THE JAM FOR TEN MINUTES. WITH ALL THE TIME YOU SPEND AT HOME, YOU SHOULD SHOVE IT.

Right. Then theres Suresh. God, this is getting incredibly routined. Right. The bloody slacker wasted an entire period on Thursday on the pretext that he has 3 tutorials on Friday. But to my greatest horror and pleasant surprise, he msged me in the morning to INFORM us that tutorial began at 2 and ended at 3. LIKE WTF. He is like 10 million tutorials behind and he still acts like he is damn fast. AND I CANNOT STAND HIS LAME-ASS JOKES. The huge joke is him and his multi-coat shirt that looks like it came from some nippon paint advert.

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THEN THERES PAUL CHUA. He sucks lah. Kept irritating me during the entire training so I was just confused lah. I didnt know what to do at all. I mean, whatever he told me to do, is exactly what DAVID ANG told me NOT to do. WHO THE HELL DO I LISTEN TO?

Paul Chua : "4 is 5, 5 is 4. You are super big rush. Relax! Don't rush. Your ball is no rush super big, is rush super big. This simple. Nowadae I no teach big big c hook anymo, no mo, eben my singarpo yout team oso no mo. all is simple. simple bowl. you wan big big c, the ball come out is very nice, but score not nice. you wan to bowl the j, is not nice, but score nice."

HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO LISTEN TO HIM.

At times he is oddly amusing with his brand of the language some call English, but today he was just being a great big tweep. And he was messing with my timing and release and being a great big DUMB DUMB. ERR. He sucks lah. Then he tried to be funny and made us bowl with a cloth on the land and he positioned it such that I had like 5 boards to play with. Thats about like 8-10 cm? Err. Observe the graphics.

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In the above figure, you can see Shaojie (my teammate) completing this task with great ease. He makes the 5 step approach and releases the ball at the perfect timing such that it squeaks pass the towel cleanly and begins to hook into the lane. NOW SEE ME.

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In the above figure, you can see that I have much more problems with this challenge. Firstly, I am apparently rushing my approach so my timing is screwed up. The release could not be any worse. But it is. For it rolls past the designated area, and in an attempt to cheat my feelings, it lingers on the lane as though it looks like its going to hook into the pocket before it tumbles with a thud into the welcoming gutter.

I AM SO A-FFECTED. I'm rushing too!!!

HAI.

But you must admit, my paint skills is of the highest proficiency.

Err. I think its time to let go. Its going nowhere anyway. Why torment yourself?

One day then.

Oddly, I'm not rushing this one.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:46 PM

Thursday, August 11

t.o.w. the overseas presents

THANKS TO WENYI AND WENXI!

Heh. Wenyi is back! And she bought me a wimbledon shirt thats damn nice. But at 22 pounds, its way too ex, so I'll either pay her back or buy her something real nice. Haha. Great. Now I have a peice of memorabilla from Wimbledon, Flushing Meadows and Melbourne Park. Roland Garros here I come! Ahh. She also treated us to Crispy Cremes. Ahh. HOW I MISS MY CRISPY CREMES. Even though they are a chronic source of fat, I still miss eating them everyday. They bring back good memories from living in the states. Ahh. The life.

Oh. I decided that I would try out THE GOAL. And if that fails then I'd just try to get a scholarship or whatnot to get into a US college. Yeah! Maybe Yale. It's just 400k from New York. Very drive-able. =) Then again, I'd probably need S papers. Ahhh. Whyee can't I be filthy rich, then I'd just walk in to the college and dump like 10 million bucks on the table and get a suite in the college dorm. AHHHH.

Wenxi is back too!!! I have my own OTH dvds. Ahh. I'm happy. Latenight shows =) Also means sleeping during lectures. By the way, I hate chem. I can't do it. I feel like a chemical reaction gone wrong. I have done sowpehyk wrong. ANY HELP? Anyone who passed their chem blocks. Sure good enough to teach me.

The heart gets what it wants.

And so it seems suresh lost the ENTRY PROOF FORMS. Heh. He should know better than to ask me if I've seen it. I hope he has really lost it. I hope his ass gets fired because of this.

Manhattan is working well. =)

And so it seems that being the passerby is simply what some do best. They've been doing it for years now. They've found their deemed place in this bloody screwed up society. They go about their lifes, stopping for people while they do their thing. Just like the occasional helpful soul that helps you change your tyre or the pleasant shopkeeper that misses his christmas dinner just because you need a santa suit urgently on christmas eve. Insignificantly Unremembered. They love to live to hate this world.

Keep on living.

For this bloody fucked up world simply doesnt give a damn about your just existence.

--- And you blame them?

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:01 PM

Monday, August 8

t.o.w. the shedded locks

I still have hair.

Heh. I belong to a monk school.

Most of the guys shaved their heads today. I'm still fully haired though. I like my hair. I am enjoying good karma now. I see no reason to remove them. Anyway, shaving now removes the symbolism in the beginning of NS. I guess I want to have a more wholesome experience then. Heh. I'm looking forward to that! Not NS, but the head shaving. It looks quite fun. Haha. To all those who shed their locks in name of charity, I guess its your decision, albeit it being dumb (as viewed by me, on a personal level, but who cares). Anyway. The only people whom I have problems with are those that take part in the activity due to mass mentality, which would mean your speicies is extremely weak, and certain female counterparts that keep "encouraging" us males whom adore our hair. Err. I don't tell you to go for a Brazilian Wax even though some of you should. There.

Males whom adore their hair unite!

Anyway. National Day Celebs ended today! Ok lah. I'm quite happy I made some new friends and made better friends out of aquaintences. Nice =) Haha. Had the most fun painting the banner, haha.

Anyway. I went to watch charlie and the chocolate factory yesterday. Hmm. I forgot the entire story! AH! Anyway, I think Roald Dahl is quite an amazing author, Tim Burton quite an amazing director and Johnny Depp quite a talented actor. Makes for a good meaningful movie as long as you don't take it for face value. =) Anyway. At the end of the movie, this couple seated besides us were smooching, snogging, kissing, making out and what not. I mean, we were smacked right in the middle of the cinema and this was a movie designed for children. The temerity of this couple! To Mr. Snogger and Miss Smooch-Me, GET A ROOM. I'm all for public affection. Scream at your husband in front of others, slap your wife in public, call your other half asshole, asshat or asswipe. But leave the heavy snogging at home.

I hate Suresh. THAT MOTHER TOAD THINKS IM HIS SLAVE. He is damn lazy lah. He doesnt want to go to staff room early in the morning to get a class list so he wants me to send him a soft copy. And when I don't have one, he wants me to bring a hard copy for him. He also assigns me silly tasks, making me pass litle messages around for him like I'm some elf and he is some crippled black santa. SURESH SUCKS. He is a bloody fucking lazy asshole. Err. And I'm not even his CT rep lah. I'm the blardi bio rep, which means my job is to COLLECT ASSIGNMENTS. He better watch his black ass or I'll be assigning assasination assignments soon.

Oh. Bought my mp3 player yesterday. 20 Gig! But now I feel quite dumb cos' I only have like 2-3 gig worth of songs. K fine. But its a nice design. =)

Right.

Happy Birthday Singapore.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:46 PM

Saturday, August 6

t.o.w. life in a glass house

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life in a glass house - by Radiohead
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Karen: You know what? I think Deb’s right. We’re not living in some 1950s movie. I am the single mother of a player on the team. I don’t need to skulk around this town in a head scarf and dark glasses
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Dan: Three fingers of whiskey, just a whisper of sweet vermouth, a splash of bitters, a crush cherry - A perfect Manhattan.
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Nathan: So, uh, did you get my messages?

Peyton: Yeah, I got all of them.

Nathan: I don’t blame you for not calling me back.

Peyton: Are you being self-deprecating?

Nathan: Probably… if I knew what that meant.
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Lucas: I’ve wanted this for so long.

Peyton: Me too. And now we can have it.

Lucas: No, no, no. I don’t mean just that. I want this. You know? I want to be here. I want to have everything with you. I want it all. I want us, Peyton.

Lucas: Hey, what’s wrong?

Peyton: This isn’t supposed to be that.

Lucas: Peyton-

Peyton: Why couldn’t you just leave it alone?
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Haley: It doesn’t make me feel any better. Well, welcome back.

Lucas: To where?

Haley: Normal.

Lucas: Yeah. They can have their world. Come on. Let me help you close up.
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Throw all your rocks. Glass house or not, take you best shot.

I'll be ready. I always am.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:15 PM

Friday, August 5

t.o.w. the one hundredth

Ahh. I wanted to name this entry t.o.w. we stand up for singapore but decided that my one hundredth post would be much more of a milestone marker.

Anyway. Was on the mrt today and this interesting scene ensued. I was sitting down when Sheena left at Dhoby Gaut. Upon which this old-middle-aged looking lady proceeded to ATTEMPT to take the seat, which was right in front of her. A young svelt lady prevented this by raising her arm out to grab the side railings in a veneer attempt to leave the train. Instead, with her arm outstretched, she blocked the old lady from the seat and in a catwomanish blink of an eye, leaped over my bowling bag and made the empty seat hers. Nicee.

The young bitch then began smsing happily but we all know she just didnt want to stare right into the old lady's face, which the old lady was more than happy to present with an added bunch of expressions coupled with additional sound effects. This old woman is damn subtle. She then began talking to her friend about politeness and courtesy and the signs that say 'give way to ppl who need them more' on the train. She started from Dhoby Gaut all the way to Toa Payoh. She just kept droning on and on and on.

Interesting.

Stand up for Singapore.

Heave your butt off the chair and get on your feet for complaints and kiasuism.

That's what we STAND for.

I must declare that I was seated just next to the young bitch. And now on any other day, I would have offered my seat up to the old lady (who isnt actually that old). But today, I had my bowling bag in between my legs. Thats 27 pounds of balls in between my legs. =D Given the human congestion in the train (peak hour), it didnt interest me too much to want to wrestle with the balls, my bag and my bottle while minding feets and feeling air breathed by the neighbouring person down my neck. I would indubitably be much more of a nuisance standing. People will avoid me like the plague for fear of having their feet runned over by my bag. You see, with me, its always about the community.

Err. I'm quite sad. I think I wrote absolte schumallock for the recent GP compo. Err. I feel very disappointed in my linguistic abilities.

OBK sounds damn fun. I'm excited!!!

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:25 PM

Wednesday, August 3

t.o.w. the first blister

Bellatrix gave me a blister. She is now known as bellistrix.

AHH. Stupid ball. Stupid bus. Stupid paul chua. The stupid ball destroyed my thumb. It now serves no purpose other than the occasional tapping of the space bar. It looks like a short stump of a tree that has its bark peeling off in a very antanagonistic way. Nicee. Stupid bus. It took a bloodily gay 30 minutes to come and we just sat at the busstop like a bunch of fools. Stupid paul chua. He didnt return us Zhiyong's ezlink card so he couldnt take the same bus as us. That ass talks like he owns hwachong.

In short, most things in this world are quite dumb. With the perfect exception of, needless to say, yours truly.

Its a wonder people don't hate me.

Or perhaps its a better wonder I don't know people hate me.

Whatever works.

Anyway. I'm loving joss stone. Haha. Her tone is so sultry and nice. She is officially the 1st non-african american female whose music awes me. Ahh. I remember that 16 hr flight out to New York and I wanteed to sleep but it was too noisy. So I played Joss Stone's "Mind, Body and Soul" over and over again and during that time I just felt so much at peace. Wonderful, what music can do.

Oh yah. I like the feeling of keeping up with tutorials. This is an entirely new concept to me. Before blocks, I always though tutorials a lesson to give you time to start doing the previous tutorial. That aparrently did not work out to well (see block test results). But yeah, its a nice feeling. And then somedays you can give yourself an off day to chill and whatnot. I like. I'm going to keep up with this!

I HATE SURESH. I shall officially proclaim my immense hatred for this black ass (no racist offense here, but I am stating facts.) I can no longer withhold my dislike for this black asshat (as above) and shall hence forth set free my desire to punch him in the face on day. A little red does no harm to the all blacks.

Ok. I'm tired.

I think theres blood on my space bar.

Until bellistrix recovers then.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:08 PM