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Thursday, March 30

t.o.w. I get ugly

The mood is a rather happy solemn. I'm totally apopletic but somehow I'm really proud of myself.

Bad stuff first. So anyway, we finally got down to finalising my SLP and we've been working on trying to get in contact with a certain VWO that we've had in mind. Anyway, no one wanted to be conversing with the person-in-charge over the phone so I stepped up with all the interpersonal skills that The Aapprentice has thought me. If not for the constancy in noise in school I probably would have tried to get it done over the speakphone. Haha. Yep. So cool. Anyway that was on tuesday. So I called them up and asked to speak to the person in charge but was told that she was busy and that she would give me a call back. So yep. I waited like a heavenly saint up till the very next day and found that to be a tad bit weird cos I did place the call rather early the previous morning. So anyway. I waited half a day but still to no avail so I called them up again but was told that she would only be in after 2pm. Right. So I called again after 2pm and now I was connected to her line but after a minute of pointless waiting I was redirected back to the original respondent who told me that that freaking woman had just stepped out momentarily. Right on then, I called back about an hour later and the exact thing happened. Not wanting to be a huge bore to the poor call-placer, I told them to pass the message to her to inform her that a couple of hwachong students were interested in raising funds for them. I was told I'd get a call back by the end of the day. That of course did not happen. So move on to today when I called them up again only to realise that no one was picking up the phone now. Maybe they have caller-id or something but hell yeah that was downright irritating anyway. That went on for a couple of calls actually until the 4th call when they finally picked up and I was once again directed to THAT BITCH'S line but only worst than the previous time because I was put on hold for like 5 minutes without being redirected at all! Now that was the last straw. Plenty of other VWOs out there who might not be physically perched on the eschelons of the ego tree. I mean who the hell are they to act as if they don't need the money. And even if that were the case and they had some pseudomono reason why they could not liase with us then the very least they could do is to give a call back to politely reject us. Not to do so is simply rude and demeaning. Am I not deserving of respect and dignity just because I'm a student and may not be able to bring in the booty. Bitchwhore. I am going to call her up tomorrow and hurl great abuse.

More unhappiness maybe surrounding the same theme. But actually this one turned out pretty well. So anyway. I watched I not stupid 2 and felt like it really accurately portrayed how kids feel when their parents preach about doing things that they themselves don't do. So I was right on to that today because I failed to "preen the sofa cushions" I got nagged at and so I made a passing comment as to why everything had to be so monica perfect because I really didnt see the need of having to arrange and then mess up the throw pillows a mere hour later (cos I was going back to watch tv). And then this time I got yelled at for how it doesnt matter if its even for 10 minutes yada yada and how at this rate we shouldnt even make our beds (which actually I'm firmly for because seriously, whats the sense and also studies have shown that not making your bed allows aeration and actually kills some anaerobic bacteria. Ohh.) So then I explained my stand really nicely in a rather peaceful tone I would say but still that wasnt good enough of course. But seriously, its not like we were having guests over or the Queen of England was visiting or something. I meant if that were the case you can be sure that I'd actually keep my boxers and calvins neatly in the cupboard. Anyway still not good enough because he decided to throw a tantrum befitting of a 2 year old and decided that he shall not be doing "crap" for us and so he refuses to iron our clothes. Nothing much really, it was just that one set of uniform. And so then I finally reacted. I mean we've had conversations or rather a dialogue of shouting and speaking that have run along these lines all too often already. But this time I finally reacted. So I called him on it. I said that there were times when he left dirty utensils in the sink and didnt get back to them till way later in the day. And then he made some stupid remark about how I should have told him about it. WELL. That really made no sense at all so that came to an end. Hmm. I guess I'm not proud of how I reacted I mean with all the greater good thing going on, I might have toed the line a bit with what I said at the end. But I'm actually proud to have actually stood up for myself for a bit instead of just doing everything in accordance with the golden rule. Because seriously it makes no sense that I have to preen everything and have it be in tip top condition when for the most part of the day, the house is in quite a mess and then he finally gets down to clearing up just before she gets home from work. So I don't see why there are double standards at all. Still not to keen on the whole confrontation but I think I put some things up in the air for thought cos 10 minutes later he was offering fruits and talking about my music and being all chummy for quite a bit. That's a bit pathetic I must say but I guess there really arent lasting feuds in a family I guess.

Oh. I also don't get how some people deal with other people. I mean for crying out loud I'm here to HELP you. FACILITATE the process. Not be there for you to look at me and tell me what YOU want and then fan you with papers and feed you grapes while you look pretty on the throne which wouldnt fit anyway, you physically incorrect freak. Haha. So suck it up sucker. I sure in hell am not going to do anything until the word please surfaces for a bit. Now on the other hand, Dawei really rocks. He knows how to deal with people a whole lot and is extrenely tactful so much so that you actually feel good rushing out stuff for him. Lot to learn my unproportioned friend, not everything revolves around a good command of the languages and self-thought good looks.

Happy about stuff too! Grades from blocks have been pretty promising and I guess its good because I'm now inclined to believe that work can really make up for obvious dumbness. Haha. Good grades. I'm thoroughly happy. Anxiously awaiting compre and bio though. But still. =)

Oh. Took joy's car home from training on wednesday (by the way training got really good at the end because I realised why my ball was rev'ing the mother solar eclipse away but wasnt hooking much, I hook like a bloody hooker now) and that was real fun. Her mum is really comical. Haha. It was all good. I guess you had to be there but still worth me reading to remember what a great time I had in that few minutes. My jaws were aching from grinning too much.

Now thats ugly for you.

Can I pon sch tmr.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:25 PM

Saturday, March 25

t.o.w. the safra gods

The psuedo-yishun-time gods have something very much against me.

I always bowl like crap during the early games and then when it comes down to like the 5 frames that we can bowl in the remaining 15 mins or so then I start bowling like a bloody SA bowler. Like the previous time I was at Safra, I was 150 at the 7th frame with strikes. And then today I was 70 at the 3rd frame with strikes in the 4th and the 5th (X 9/ X X X) and then the lanes closed midway. I will never break my pb at this rate. But at least I think I'm doing it correctly. I've given up trying to look pro and so even though my ball goes rather straight even though there is a nice rev, I shant bother too much about looking the part. At the very most I'll just pose after the release. Anyway, 10 years down the road its the scores that count and not what people have been talking about the cool factor and other stuff. So blocks are over and now I can start my heavy training! Haha. Supposedly I'm due for training on 1s 3s 5s and 6s. Haha. I don't care that its 4 days a week and that I may not have time for other nonsense stuff like studying. Haha. Term 2 is a non studying term so all the focus on nationals and age group. 15 - 26 May at Yishun Safra people. Come support your dear friend.

Right. I think I'm quite lazy. I reached home from training at 2 and then slept till 530. Haha. Then I did some crap and then watched The Great Raid. Err. I guess it was an ok show. The ending was quite good. I didnt get to see much of the fighting action cos it was filmed in the dark and stuff. But overall, I guess a pretty good film. Haha. Oh. I saw OC Season 2 out at rentals and now I can't wait to get to them but I don't have a tv in my room (it broke) and I want to be able to enjoy the californian rich ass socialites having fun in the comfort of my own room so I'm quite lost now. Which brings me to lost also. I'm at episode 12 of season 2. I've seen THE OTHERS and the freaky monster on the island. Love me and I may tell you. Heh.

Hmm. Recently I was thinking about the person I've become during my brooding sessions and I must say I'm not very happy. Just the way I've acted about some stuff. Granted not everybody played their part in making my day seem remotely normal but still I guess I should try to become a better person. Because the adage may say that no one can be perfect but that doesnt mean we should stop trying to become better people. So to all the people whom I've come cross across, I'm rather sorry. Actually I may not be but at least I'm trying. But its ok! I'm going to change up things a little bit. Bit by bit I guess. Small things first.

For the betterment of the world, tomorrow when I wake up I will make my bed.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:47 PM

Friday, March 24

t.o.w. the beeg smile

I am extremely happy. Blocks are over!

Ok I think I'm over-reacting to this whimsical feat seeing as how this was perhaps one of the smallest and insignificant of the 4 major exams I have going on this year. But still, of all the exams I've had to do in hwachong (which isnt a lot actually), I think I'm just really happy about this one. For one I actually feel good for most of the papers. Like I don't necessarily think I'll score great grades but I do think I'll fare ok and that it'll be reflective of the amount of work I put into it. And now that is actually a great deal of shitass work because I hauled ass from the friday before the holidays and for most part of the many days, I could be found ferociously devouring my notes like little tomatos. Secondly, I feel quite contented having known I probably did my best during the exam period so what the heck with the scores, I couldnt care less.

You know what, I am seriously considering writing a letter to MOE to ask them to majorly overhaul the syllabus so that we are only tested on MCQ. I mean that seems to work the best cos' those are the questions that test the concepts. Essays and other shithead stuff, ok maybe not for maths and arts but surely the sciences because all that essays serve are to hone our memory skills so instead of giving me an unblemished O level cert maybe the ministry can give me certificate to recognise the little amount of memoric capabilities that I possess. Like I have a MAT (Memory Aptitude Test) of 2040/2400 (as was my SAT).

You know during the entire mugfest I kept telling myself to blog about certain things but I can't really remember now. Bio takes a whole lot out of you. Actually today was quite a nice day in the morning cos I felt like I knew a lot of bio stuff. Haha. Happy happy dumbass.

Oh, but one thing I remember really well is the entire socio-analysis that we have going on in our public transport. Well namely buses I guess cos I havent been on the trains for like 2 months now. But anyway! I really don't get why people deem it fit to inform the entire bus of their phone conversation. And its not like obvious bragging stuff like complaining about the heavy traffic to their soulmates at home about being bunched up in traffic while their house guests Zoe and Fann were are sitting pretty on the couch looking at the traffic situation on the news channels. Its silly nonsensical stuff like "I'M LATE LA. BUS TOOK DAMN LONG TO GET HERE. STUPID 74. YA OK. REACHING SOON LA. SORLI SORLI." That I really don't get. But I guess its indulgent behavior from phone usage at homes or perhaps the guy on the receiver is the deaf equivalent of Mr. Stevie Wonder. Right. Anyway. The next thing I don't get is the "giving up the seat to the elderly/pregnant folks". While I'm all for that movement, I don't think its an obligatory gesture. I mean, it should be done out of courtesy and all as part of Singapore turning into a great polite city. (right.) But nonetheless, I don't feel like those who are seated simply have to all get their massive bums up from the chair to allow that one poor lady who just boarded a free choice of her seat. So I found it extremely weird when this old lady (50s-60s) came up the bus and then squeezed her way into the main pack before gesturing to this dork at the aisle seat to get him to booze up so that she could take the seat. What the hell was that? Even worst was when this rather largely-sized old man boarded the bus with his friend. His friend wasnt that old and made his way to the back to stand along the sides while a kind student kindly stood up from the outer seat to offer the inner seat to the old man. That he did and the old man plonked his considerable behind on the chair and seemed to purposefully shift his bum and ass crack around to occupy about one and a half seats. The student was kind enough not to want to infringe on the much needed butt breathing space because it seemed like another person on its on so he moved away. The old man then waved to his merry friend at the back and asked him to join him at the front! That his friend also did and when that happened, his butt seemed to magically contract and only occupied a little more than the one seat.

Amazing I tell you, what people do on our buses.

For the betterment of our shiny sunny state, I hope they all die.

Oh. I also have this feeling that the future IRs are gonna be uncle / aunty hangouts where the uncles have overbulging breast pockets that are filled with every single possible contraption concievable by man and the aunties clutch onto their fake leather prada, LV bags like it was the bible.

I am very scared.

I want to be a newyorkista. Please please please, let me go. The people in the casinos at atlantic city are really hip and cool.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:56 PM

Saturday, March 11

t.o.w. the crass, ugly and dunce

I am whining in front of the computer with a terrible stomachache.

I have decided to lay myself off sodas. It seems to trigger the worst pain reaction.

Anyway. I am very disturbed with the way I'm bowling. I don't know why but ever since that stupid competition at Yishun Safra, I've been horribly inconsistent. Well actually no, I've been rather consistent actually cos I'm consistently bowling bad. I'm not pulling, I'm not releasing right, I'm not sending it out right. Everything is wrong! And today, for the first time in my life I actually bowled a blister right open. Its on my ring finger. Mid-3rd game. This sucks. I am going to do so well in nationals.

You see I'm still trying to be positive.I deserve to break my pb next week.

Oh yes. I was lying on the bed this afternoon and then I thought about the general attitude of my dearest high school juniors. In general, and I must emphasise general cos there are a couple of great guys in the bunch like those in my junior class but let me just say that for the most part, they are uncouth, ungentlemanly, extremely poseurish and yet do not carry it off, are rather clueless about style and fashion and extremely ignorant and dumb about their behavior. You know and I thought my year was bad with all the beng'sters in the midst. But this group is a whole lot worst cos they think they are up there with all the social niceities and all when all they are really crass little boys who try to act cool and that makes me sad. A lot of them engage in a certain game in a certain place in the school and love to act like they are they kings of the world. My favourite revolution moment was when a few of my female classmates beat them. That was a nice day. Of course that has seemed to provide the impetus for them to work really hard on their game cos they are really good now but I guess they still suck anyhow cos I'd never think of them as great unless they act like they arent playing against themselves. Dweebs. What a disgrace to the white shirt and khaki pants. Why kids, why? Grow up little boys, grow up. Its not ALL about image and the wind in your hair.

My com is extremely laggy.

Anyway. After training today I bought 2 books. One is fiction about discipline and the other is a travel guide to NYC. I am a true blue New Yorker. Y'all can come visit me at the boarding school at Columbia Uni down at West 114th. 10 stops away from timese square on 42nd and broadway on the 1,3,4,9 trains. =)

Please employ me, Donald.

I know that it takes at least 45 mins to and hour to get from place to place during rush hour.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 6:34 PM

Friday, March 10

t.o.w. the trump love

I'm quite pissed at myself for not stepping up during todays GP paper.

Granted it was hard but there were lots of stuff that I should know but got jammed up and did not figure out until after the paper. I think I just set myself up for a kick in the butt.

Anyway. Today was an energy-debilitating day. I am tired. The plan was to run for a bit and then start studying for blocks but I didnt do either cos I'm just really tired from the GP salvo and then we had that long bio lecture that seemed to never end and of course the silly econs S paper lesson where I got my essay back with a nice beeg fat F on the cover. At this rate, my american dream is never going to materialise. Vappy! =(

Hmm. Went for dinner with ronald mcdonald today and talked for a bit. Mainly about our predilection to dislike certain people. Haha. Anyway, I cant really remember what we talked about cos its always senseless cock but its always fun then and there.

You know I don't think I've been engaged in an intelligent conversation about current issues for quite some time now. I am becoming stale. I am also extremely bored. Please engage in an intellectual conversation about racial discrimination, love, homosexuality, Singaporean unglams (my favourite) or socio-economic issues like the IR and other yadayadas. Mind your niceties and tone though, don't get tough on me.

Recently I've been thinking about that interview that just might determine the path of my life. I've decided that the best thing to do is to be confident, poised and speak excitedly so that the panel can be as excited as I am in wanting to send me overseas. Haha. Also I've been thinking about how much I want the opportunity and how I want it so badly. You know, if by some twisted game of fate and considerable touching of wood that I end up losing a scholarship to someone who may have better results but does not want it as much as I do nor will fit into the social milieu of the great city of New York then I would freak out. I hope that in publishing this paragraph some weird but kind, insanely rich soul will pity the haggard state I find myself in and decide to sponsor my education and champion my career. DONALD. Are you reading this?

I am an adjunct of the insane.

In order to ace that interview that I will most probably sit for in 2 years time, I will start talking to myself today about possible questions that the honourable panel filled only with truly great eminent jolly folks will ask.

Trump Organisation. Apprentice. Trump International. Trump Building. Trump Hotel. Trump Golf and Country Club. Trump's hair .

Maybe Caroline or George will read this entry when they do a random search on the internet for those keywords listed above. Then they'll refer my case to the donald.

I am desperate...

New York, the capital of the WORLD.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:21 PM

Sunday, March 5

t.o.w. brokeback underpass

I am flattered.

Today, I was hit on.

However, far from being ideal, I was hit on based on the design of my shoe and more importantly, I was hit on by a guy.

Basically I had just sent Sheena to Suntec and was walking back to City Hall MRT through a rather famed underground shopping mall. Anyway, I suddenly had the runs and thus decided to pay the loos a visit. So I plonked myself on the rather comfortable toilet seat and was just beginning to ponder in amazement of how wonderfully clean the toilet was. Toilet seat up. No pee stains. Toilet roll neatly in place. Anyway, I had just replied a sms and I realised the guy in the cubicle adjacent to mine was inching his feet closer towards my cubicle through this gap that lies between the cubicle walls and the floor. He was clad in surfer slippers and shall now be termed Mr. Slippers for convenience sake. Anyway. I just thought that he was squirming hard to egest. I decided to play a game of pinball on my phone. Then I realised Mr. Slippers' right foot was now almost inside my cubicle. Still, I dismissed it as a particularly large poop on its way out. But all of a sudden, FINGERS appeared. Yes. Long slender fingers that I'm quite sure still belongs to a guy cos there was a certain amount of hair on the legs. Anyway. He slipped his right hand through the gap and began to move them in the most suggestive of manners. He made a repeated cyclic motion with his hands that were a mimic of "come here". Now this got me to realise that this was more than a particularly pudgy portion piece of poop. I wanted to leave immediately but due to certain unfinished business, I could not. The fingers were retracted for a bit and I thought that maybe Mr Slippers got the idea that he was interrupting my pooping. Tried as I might to push and squirm, I could not finish my business in any order fast enough to decree immediate removal of my ass from the seat. And then all of a sudden, an entire plam appeared. On it was a handphone that had written on it "Hi, want some fun?" Weirdly enough, this managed to get the poop going and I was soon done. So that was the cue to pick up and leave. At this point of time, there were a couple of scenarios in my head.

1. Practical joke played by some asshole who was obviously constipated and had nothing to do while egesting.

2. A weird ploy to try to grab my phone and run in the event that I replied his msg through the gap.

3. A true need for gay canoodling/ fornication.

Having decided that the last option was most likely, that, compounded by the fact that I was done with my pooping and did not want to give Mr. Slippers any suggestive information that might make him think his chances of getting laid were high, I left the toilet in a most swift fashion.

Anyway, once out of the toilet and into the protective public eye, I decided to wait for the bugger asshole to come out to see which desperado he was. But that did not occur after a while and I realised he might have already moved on to a new target. I was greatly traumatised. Flattered that my shoe would actually attract such attention, but still mostly traumatised.

The weirdest part was that it was obvious from his fingers and foot that he a young cajoler. Not the jikohpeh kind. Somehow that makes it even more off.

I am now in firm favour of an embargo of public toilets.

But he liked my shoe. =D

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In other less scandalous news. I almost broke my PB today. I was at the 6th frame and it read 143 and I had strikes in both the 7th and 8th frame. Almost on course for a huge confidence booster until the counter decided that time was up. It was most dejecting. Boo.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 12:40 AM

Wednesday, March 1

t.o.w. the brood mood

Recently I find myself brooding aka Lucas like.

And when I brood I think back about pivotal moments in my life and sometimes wonder if I took the right choice. I know everytime after we come out fresh from an experience we look back with relief and say that we came out as better people from that but sometimes I guess your thoughts on issues change with time and events.

Lets see, I decided to chance it in Chinese High and I don't think I'll ever regret cos its really taught me a lot about dealing with people and stuff. I also decided to take a shot at NP and now though that has been tough, it probably was a helluva learning curve for me so I'm still grateful. I made a really good decision in wanting to go for OBK and now that really was rewarding in all aspects. I actually cant wait to recieve my letter that I wrote to myself in the Korean Wilderness. but every now and then I still wonder what could have happened if I had really jumped ship and taken a chance at going to RJ instead of following the mass mentality. Lets just say that for most part of my secondary school education I was inclined towards moving over but then some how some where along the line that fell to schmuck and I ended up here. Not that its been bad. I must mention that. I have learnt enough to know not to bite the hand that feeds and hc truly has been a really warm place with good friends and all but every now and then I still feel like I never do fit in. I mean. Seriously. I'm not the brotherly-high-fivey kind. I'm not the kind that discusses all the various types of superstars that actually calls for a whole other entry but yeah. I'm not the extreme sporty and extreme cool kind. I'm not the muggerish kind though sometimes I wish I was. I'm the anti-thesis of everyone in those categories. I lust after my favourite shows with stalker mentalities and am probably one of the few people here with a greater interest in socio-political films like brokeback and crash than in blockbuster action-packed hits. So every now and then when I'm down and feeling broody it makes me wonder if I would have been that tad bit happier in RJ maybe. Just because there might be a greater chance of meeting people that I can actually connect with. Truth of the matter is that I only know a handful bunch of people whom I can truly communicate my ideas to effortlessly and that speaks volumes because they arent even the people that I usaully hang out with. Of course, if I had gone into RJ then there might not have been such a warm fuzzy family environment that truly welcomes. But then again, its not like I feel truly accepted and happy in hc 24/7 anyway.

So theres that. Its impossible to find out. All I know is that I really need to sell it and work hard to get my butt down to studying so that I can be in NY in a few years with Sheena studying at Columbia / Cornell / NYU to truly live our American dream. The mere thought of it is enough to keep me going. Haha. There is that distant chance that we will both do well enough to make it and then end up as friends aka f.r.i.e.n.d.s. and truly live life new york style! Haha.

If that were to happen then at least I can thank hwachong for giving me a great friend in vappy. =)

Aww. You better be moved to tears my dear Vappy. =)

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:21 PM