Yep.
Guess what time it is...?
It's emo time, baby!
Now I've only got a few minutes before
an episode of Supernatural finishes
loading, so I'll be quick.
Hmm... been thinking about Hani a lot lately.
Now don't get me wrong,
I'd rather jump off a cliff while on fire than go back
to whatever the hell it is that we had.
It's just... well, I guess I kinda miss that feeling.
The feeling of being 'normal'.
Back then, I wasn't as messed up as I am now (and messed up I am, indeed).
Didn't have to worry about being broke...
didn't have to worry about a hell of a lot of things.
Ah well.
A long, long while back,
I kinda read a post of hers which mentioned
a stalker or something.
I wonder if she thought that was me.
Heh.
Seriously, I didn't have the time to stalk back then,
and I don't now.
I wish I did.
In fact, I wish I had a stalker.
A hot one.
A hot female one (gotta be careful what you wish for).
I've also been thinking about how easy
my parents would have it if us kids weren't around.
Mannn... they'd probably be vacationing in Hawaii or something right now.
Ok. The episode has fully loaded.
Emo time over.
Fuck you all.
Have a nice day!
Well enough of that.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
Round And Round It Goes
And here I am again,
boys and girls.
Now if you've read my last
post, then you know how I feel
about one particular colleague.
If you haven't read my last
post, well, go bite down on
a chipmunk's rear end.
I don't know why I said that.
It's not even funny.
I must be losing my mind.
Then again, I AM working at HSBC...
Anyway, I'm still friendly
with that girl.
Don't misunderstand now.
She's not my friend,
but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop being civil.
Like Sally, the girl who looks like a pixie.
That's a compliment, by the way.
We're friendly with each other,
and I even have her number.
But we are not friends.
Get it?
Good.
Now take it home,
and chew on it.
So yeah,
I'll continue talking with the
girl if and when I want to...
but of course,
we are not, and cannot be friends.
After observing her for yet another day...
yeah, for now at least,
we are colleagues and that's it.
Sally.
Ah yes.
The pixie.
If it were any other girl,
believe me, I'd be pissed...
or at least, seriously annoyed with her.
There's just something about that girl.
I get the impression
that even when she talks to me like
I'm some idiot,
she actually means well.
It's that damn sincerity,
and her innocent-looking as well as pixie-like face.
Plus, she also helps me with my work.
A lot.
So I kinda owe her.
Yep.
She's definitely special.
So if I ever manage to get my
hands on an AK-47 and
walk into the office with it,
she'll be the last person
I shoot.
Um, there's a reason she'd be the final victim, ma'am.
You won't be one
because you'd just walk up to me,
call me an "idiot",
make me drop the weapon,
and then smack me.
And in case
any of you were wondering- you know,
assuming you have the mental capacity to do so-
I am NOT into the pixie.
Gals from Singapore are bad enough
in general...
but I'd have to be TOTALLY insane
to want to end up with one from HSBC.
And I'm only borderline crazy.
Well,
enough of that.
boys and girls.
Now if you've read my last
post, then you know how I feel
about one particular colleague.
If you haven't read my last
post, well, go bite down on
a chipmunk's rear end.
I don't know why I said that.
It's not even funny.
I must be losing my mind.
Then again, I AM working at HSBC...
Anyway, I'm still friendly
with that girl.
Don't misunderstand now.
She's not my friend,
but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop being civil.
Like Sally, the girl who looks like a pixie.
That's a compliment, by the way.
We're friendly with each other,
and I even have her number.
But we are not friends.
Get it?
Good.
Now take it home,
and chew on it.
So yeah,
I'll continue talking with the
girl if and when I want to...
but of course,
we are not, and cannot be friends.
After observing her for yet another day...
yeah, for now at least,
we are colleagues and that's it.
Sally.
Ah yes.
The pixie.
If it were any other girl,
believe me, I'd be pissed...
or at least, seriously annoyed with her.
There's just something about that girl.
I get the impression
that even when she talks to me like
I'm some idiot,
she actually means well.
It's that damn sincerity,
and her innocent-looking as well as pixie-like face.
Plus, she also helps me with my work.
A lot.
So I kinda owe her.
Yep.
She's definitely special.
So if I ever manage to get my
hands on an AK-47 and
walk into the office with it,
she'll be the last person
I shoot.
Um, there's a reason she'd be the final victim, ma'am.
You won't be one
because you'd just walk up to me,
call me an "idiot",
make me drop the weapon,
and then smack me.
And in case
any of you were wondering- you know,
assuming you have the mental capacity to do so-
I am NOT into the pixie.
Gals from Singapore are bad enough
in general...
but I'd have to be TOTALLY insane
to want to end up with one from HSBC.
And I'm only borderline crazy.
Well,
enough of that.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Other People Have Problems Too
Well, well, well...
yes boys and girls, I am back.
And it took an argument (sort of)
to do it.
For the record,
the person I argued with today
is no friend of mine,
so it's no big deal to me.
What's that?
It's not a big deal to you either?
Does it seem like I give a damn?
No?
Good.
Now shut the hell up.
Where was I?
Oh yeah,
the argument.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm not one to hold grudges.
It's definitely not the reason why I'm
no longer calling that particular person "friend".
I don't know...
maybe she's always been that way.
Maybe they all are.
Maybe I was just too fucked up to notice.
Someone
who is unable to emphasize with others can never be my friend.
Oh no!
She isn't my friend now!
I'm sure she's gonna be so sad.
Boo Fucking Hoo.
We weren't even close to begin with
so I seriously doubt she's gonna be
bothered by it.
Just because she isn't
my friend, my buddy, my pal...
doesn't mean I hate her or anything.
It just means that she's an acquaintance.
Someone I know.
Period.
So what did we argue about, you ask?
You didn't ask?
Screw you, then, ok?
It's MY blog!
Of all the stupid-ass things to argue
about... distance from work.
Yes.
Not about how bloody irritating I am;
about how I think I'm funny when I'm actually not....
about how I won't shut up. Ever.
NooooOOOOO!!
Not about that!
Of course not!
We were arguing about
how I should not be allowed to
come at 9 (why the HELL do they call it a 9-5 job anyway??)
simply because I live about an hour and 20 mins away.
Ah yes.
And where does she live?
In Hougang.
How far is Hougang from Dhoby Ghaut?
20 mins? 30?
I guess she doesn't take into account the fact
that as she is getting her ass
off her bed,
I'm already rushing off to the factory- I mean, office.
"Just wake up earlier".
That simple, eh?
What in the HELL do you know?
You see, cupcake,
unless you're in my exact same situation,
you don't get to shoot
your big-ass mouth off like that.
It's like a fucking monkey
who already lives in the middle of a tree...
and asks the mole
why it can't get to the top of the tree
at the same time as it does everyday.
She's a genius, isn't she?
"Just wake up earlier".
Wow.
Brilliant!
I bet MENSA would be knocking on her fucking
door in fucking Hougang anytime now.
I'd like to ask the
genius a couple of questions.
First of all,
does that mean I have to give up a few hours of sleep?
Yes?
Oh right.
For work.
Sure.
Not a problem!
But not you, eh?
Right.
So what's wrong with sacrificing sleep
for the almighty fucking dollar?
Apart from sleep,
I'd be sacrificing my health as well.
The first few days wouldn't be
much of a problem...
but soon,
I'd be having backaches... followed by chronic
backaches, headaches, etc.
Even then, it wouldn't be much
of a problem.
Pop a couple of pills and I'll be fine.
One week like that,
and I'd probably end up collapsing on the
office floor.
Not just that...
thanks to my damaged disc,
There's a really high chance I'd wake up in a hospital bed.
I am not exaggerating.
I wish I were.
How I fucking wish I were.
I'm weak.
So sue me.
I didn't ask to be like this.
Hell, I even hit the gym
to be LESS weak.
And yes,
the gym.
The next question.
Why not just skip the gym
so that I'd be able to get more hours of rest?
My, my.
You are so very smart.
But oh wait!
What about my damaged disc?
You mean, if I don't exercise
to strengthen my abs
and back, it would be just fine?
You mean... all that strength training...
does not make a difference?
WOoHOo!
You should tell all the doctors that!
Sure you didn't go to medical
school... but you're a fucking genius! (how many "fucking"s is that now?)
I mean, if a lot of other people
don't hit the gym
and they are fine...
why should I be the exception, right?
Such brilliant reasoning!
Hey I have a suggestion...
take all that...
roll it into one giant cookie...
and stick it up your ass.
Do it.
You need it, really.
Oh hey,
one more question,
Einstein.
Are you gonna build another bathroom
for my family of 8...
all of whom need to get ready
and leave early in the morning?
Are you gonna make breakfast for us?
Ohh.... right2.
Ha ha silly me....
we should ALL sacrifice rest
and breakfast...
just because YOU say so!
Ha ha silly me... thinking otherwise.
Oh hey, some of us,
while preparing breakfast,
also have to prepare lunch.
That's right.
Lunch, you stupid woman, man, transsexual, whatever the hell you are.
Not all of us can afford to eat outside.
And what does that mean?
Getting up at around 5am...
just to get ready for work...
which stretches up to 8 (yes, I'm always in that building until at least 8)...
reaching home at 9.20...
getting ready for work the next day, which could take up until
10.30.
Not forgetting the fucking, motherfucking fact
that I have trouble sleeping.
Takes me a 1-2 hours to sleep...
So how many hours does that leave me, oh
brilliant one?
4-and-a-half hours!
Yeay!
That is definitely enough for me!
And here's the kicker.
I don't go on dates.
I rarely socialise.
Hell, pretty much all I do is go to work,
hit the gym, then go home.
Not all by choice.
Unlike who?
Who now?
"What's that supposed to mean"?
She said it as if it doesn't make a bit
of difference that
she doesn't have to go through all that.
And if she does lose sleep...
it is by choice.
Choice.
She may be a genius,
but I'm guessing she doesn't know the meaning of the word.
Oh hey...
lastly...
I have a problem.
It's not as bad now
as it was in the past...
but it's still there.
And I do have bad days.
BAD days.
Wait2.. I know! I know!
Everyone has problems, right?
Ah yes.
Because all the problems are the same.
Here's the thing.
Do not talk to me like you know me.
NONE of you fucking know me.
I can give you one guarantee.
If you, the genius,
had to go through all that I've been
through... and am still going through...
I can guarantee that you'd be fucking dead.
You would've taken your own life long ago.
And that is a guarantee, sweetheart.
Believe me,
if I had the CHOICE,
I'd be six feet under right now (or 7).
So... you can take yourself and your home in Hougang,
and shove it.
I don't need that kind of bullshit.
My life is fucked up enough as it is.
And lastly,
the decision isn't
up to you in the first place...
so blow your big fat horn as often and as loud as
you want.
Come January,
I am outta there.
And I can't wait.
Lastly,
once the office shifts
to the new location...
I'd like to see your ass
in that chair before 8.30 every morning.
Scratch that.
I'd rather not look at your ass.
In fact, I'd pay NOT to look at your ass.
I know she apologised,
and I forgave her.
I did.
But like I said,
I cannot be around people like that.
I just can't.
The core of the problem is her nature.
People who can't emphasize...
people who work so hard and expect others to do the same...
not caring about
how not everyone is in a position to do so.
Who doesn't like cash?
Hell I'd work 12-14 hours a day if I were able to!
Sheesh.
So yeah.
It's her nature,
not the argument itself.
Well,
enough of that.
yes boys and girls, I am back.
And it took an argument (sort of)
to do it.
For the record,
the person I argued with today
is no friend of mine,
so it's no big deal to me.
What's that?
It's not a big deal to you either?
Does it seem like I give a damn?
No?
Good.
Now shut the hell up.
Where was I?
Oh yeah,
the argument.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm not one to hold grudges.
It's definitely not the reason why I'm
no longer calling that particular person "friend".
I don't know...
maybe she's always been that way.
Maybe they all are.
Maybe I was just too fucked up to notice.
Someone
who is unable to emphasize with others can never be my friend.
Oh no!
She isn't my friend now!
I'm sure she's gonna be so sad.
Boo Fucking Hoo.
We weren't even close to begin with
so I seriously doubt she's gonna be
bothered by it.
Just because she isn't
my friend, my buddy, my pal...
doesn't mean I hate her or anything.
It just means that she's an acquaintance.
Someone I know.
Period.
So what did we argue about, you ask?
You didn't ask?
Screw you, then, ok?
It's MY blog!
Of all the stupid-ass things to argue
about... distance from work.
Yes.
Not about how bloody irritating I am;
about how I think I'm funny when I'm actually not....
about how I won't shut up. Ever.
NooooOOOOO!!
Not about that!
Of course not!
We were arguing about
how I should not be allowed to
come at 9 (why the HELL do they call it a 9-5 job anyway??)
simply because I live about an hour and 20 mins away.
Ah yes.
And where does she live?
In Hougang.
How far is Hougang from Dhoby Ghaut?
20 mins? 30?
I guess she doesn't take into account the fact
that as she is getting her ass
off her bed,
I'm already rushing off to the factory- I mean, office.
"Just wake up earlier".
That simple, eh?
What in the HELL do you know?
You see, cupcake,
unless you're in my exact same situation,
you don't get to shoot
your big-ass mouth off like that.
It's like a fucking monkey
who already lives in the middle of a tree...
and asks the mole
why it can't get to the top of the tree
at the same time as it does everyday.
She's a genius, isn't she?
"Just wake up earlier".
Wow.
Brilliant!
I bet MENSA would be knocking on her fucking
door in fucking Hougang anytime now.
I'd like to ask the
genius a couple of questions.
First of all,
does that mean I have to give up a few hours of sleep?
Yes?
Oh right.
For work.
Sure.
Not a problem!
But not you, eh?
Right.
So what's wrong with sacrificing sleep
for the almighty fucking dollar?
Apart from sleep,
I'd be sacrificing my health as well.
The first few days wouldn't be
much of a problem...
but soon,
I'd be having backaches... followed by chronic
backaches, headaches, etc.
Even then, it wouldn't be much
of a problem.
Pop a couple of pills and I'll be fine.
One week like that,
and I'd probably end up collapsing on the
office floor.
Not just that...
thanks to my damaged disc,
There's a really high chance I'd wake up in a hospital bed.
I am not exaggerating.
I wish I were.
How I fucking wish I were.
I'm weak.
So sue me.
I didn't ask to be like this.
Hell, I even hit the gym
to be LESS weak.
And yes,
the gym.
The next question.
Why not just skip the gym
so that I'd be able to get more hours of rest?
My, my.
You are so very smart.
But oh wait!
What about my damaged disc?
You mean, if I don't exercise
to strengthen my abs
and back, it would be just fine?
You mean... all that strength training...
does not make a difference?
WOoHOo!
You should tell all the doctors that!
Sure you didn't go to medical
school... but you're a fucking genius! (how many "fucking"s is that now?)
I mean, if a lot of other people
don't hit the gym
and they are fine...
why should I be the exception, right?
Such brilliant reasoning!
Hey I have a suggestion...
take all that...
roll it into one giant cookie...
and stick it up your ass.
Do it.
You need it, really.
Oh hey,
one more question,
Einstein.
Are you gonna build another bathroom
for my family of 8...
all of whom need to get ready
and leave early in the morning?
Are you gonna make breakfast for us?
Ohh.... right2.
Ha ha silly me....
we should ALL sacrifice rest
and breakfast...
just because YOU say so!
Ha ha silly me... thinking otherwise.
Oh hey, some of us,
while preparing breakfast,
also have to prepare lunch.
That's right.
Lunch, you stupid woman, man, transsexual, whatever the hell you are.
Not all of us can afford to eat outside.
And what does that mean?
Getting up at around 5am...
just to get ready for work...
which stretches up to 8 (yes, I'm always in that building until at least 8)...
reaching home at 9.20...
getting ready for work the next day, which could take up until
10.30.
Not forgetting the fucking, motherfucking fact
that I have trouble sleeping.
Takes me a 1-2 hours to sleep...
So how many hours does that leave me, oh
brilliant one?
4-and-a-half hours!
Yeay!
That is definitely enough for me!
And here's the kicker.
I don't go on dates.
I rarely socialise.
Hell, pretty much all I do is go to work,
hit the gym, then go home.
Not all by choice.
Unlike who?
Who now?
"What's that supposed to mean"?
She said it as if it doesn't make a bit
of difference that
she doesn't have to go through all that.
And if she does lose sleep...
it is by choice.
Choice.
She may be a genius,
but I'm guessing she doesn't know the meaning of the word.
Oh hey...
lastly...
I have a problem.
It's not as bad now
as it was in the past...
but it's still there.
And I do have bad days.
BAD days.
Wait2.. I know! I know!
Everyone has problems, right?
Ah yes.
Because all the problems are the same.
Here's the thing.
Do not talk to me like you know me.
NONE of you fucking know me.
I can give you one guarantee.
If you, the genius,
had to go through all that I've been
through... and am still going through...
I can guarantee that you'd be fucking dead.
You would've taken your own life long ago.
And that is a guarantee, sweetheart.
Believe me,
if I had the CHOICE,
I'd be six feet under right now (or 7).
So... you can take yourself and your home in Hougang,
and shove it.
I don't need that kind of bullshit.
My life is fucked up enough as it is.
And lastly,
the decision isn't
up to you in the first place...
so blow your big fat horn as often and as loud as
you want.
Come January,
I am outta there.
And I can't wait.
Lastly,
once the office shifts
to the new location...
I'd like to see your ass
in that chair before 8.30 every morning.
Scratch that.
I'd rather not look at your ass.
In fact, I'd pay NOT to look at your ass.
I know she apologised,
and I forgave her.
I did.
But like I said,
I cannot be around people like that.
I just can't.
The core of the problem is her nature.
People who can't emphasize...
people who work so hard and expect others to do the same...
not caring about
how not everyone is in a position to do so.
Who doesn't like cash?
Hell I'd work 12-14 hours a day if I were able to!
Sheesh.
So yeah.
It's her nature,
not the argument itself.
Well,
enough of that.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Express Service
Yes, yes... I am back.
Did ya miss me?
Wait. Before you answer,
keep in mind that I don't give a damn.
Ok now you may answer.
Anyway... since my last post,
a few things have happened.
Well yeah, a few things HAVE to happen...
because time doesn't stop in between my posts.
Although it should.
Shut up.
Let's see now...
my comic site up and running.
Addicted to Crack
Eventhough it's far from complete,
just the fact that it's up
makes me a little pleased...
I've created it at last.
So far I've only
posted a few of my random comics.
I'll be introducing the main characters from
one of my series eventually...
probably sometime this month.
To get people to visit,
I've been adding random strangers on Myspace (mann I HATE doing that!).
It's been going well, I think.
I hope.
Oh yeah,
something weird happened today.
I got a cute gal's number.
Yes?
Ohh... you see, it's weird because
usually, when gals see me,
they run off screaming hysterically.
Where was I?
The cute girl, right.
I met her at, of all places,
the bustop near my place.
For some insane reason,
the 'Express Service' 502 just would not come.
Seriously.
I had asked her which bus she was waiting for and...
it turned out she'd been waiting for almost a freakin' hour!
Bloody hell.
What kind of express service is it?
My theory is that the driver went for
driving lessons,
took the theory tests,
and when he finally got his license,
only then did the bus leave the interchange.
Since we were both headed for Orchard,
I suggested we share a cab.
And ofcourse,
even cabs were scarce.
On a Saturday.
A Saturday, mann!!
Sheesh.
Eventually we got a cab...
which took the longer route to Orchard.
Naturally.
I didn't notice because I was too busy,
ah, come ON mann... do I even have to explain?
She's cute!
That's enough right there.
Her name's Shirin...
and the most striking feature
about her has got to be her lips...
which compliment her face...
which compliments her figure...
and, well you get the picture.
The best thing about her
is that she seems intelligent...
unlike most of the gals I come across (YOU are definitely not of them, ma'am).
So we talked all the way to Orchard,
I got her number,
she got mine...
and about 2 hours later,
I pretty much asked
if she'd like to go out sometime...
and she said "yes".
There you go.
Well enough of that.
Did ya miss me?
Wait. Before you answer,
keep in mind that I don't give a damn.
Ok now you may answer.
Anyway... since my last post,
a few things have happened.
Well yeah, a few things HAVE to happen...
because time doesn't stop in between my posts.
Although it should.
Shut up.
Let's see now...
my comic site up and running.
Addicted to Crack
Eventhough it's far from complete,
just the fact that it's up
makes me a little pleased...
I've created it at last.
So far I've only
posted a few of my random comics.
I'll be introducing the main characters from
one of my series eventually...
probably sometime this month.
To get people to visit,
I've been adding random strangers on Myspace (mann I HATE doing that!).
It's been going well, I think.
I hope.
Oh yeah,
something weird happened today.
I got a cute gal's number.
Yes?
Ohh... you see, it's weird because
usually, when gals see me,
they run off screaming hysterically.
Where was I?
The cute girl, right.
I met her at, of all places,
the bustop near my place.
For some insane reason,
the 'Express Service' 502 just would not come.
Seriously.
I had asked her which bus she was waiting for and...
it turned out she'd been waiting for almost a freakin' hour!
Bloody hell.
What kind of express service is it?
My theory is that the driver went for
driving lessons,
took the theory tests,
and when he finally got his license,
only then did the bus leave the interchange.
Since we were both headed for Orchard,
I suggested we share a cab.
And ofcourse,
even cabs were scarce.
On a Saturday.
A Saturday, mann!!
Sheesh.
Eventually we got a cab...
which took the longer route to Orchard.
Naturally.
I didn't notice because I was too busy,
ah, come ON mann... do I even have to explain?
She's cute!
That's enough right there.
Her name's Shirin...
and the most striking feature
about her has got to be her lips...
which compliment her face...
which compliments her figure...
and, well you get the picture.
The best thing about her
is that she seems intelligent...
unlike most of the gals I come across (YOU are definitely not of them, ma'am).
So we talked all the way to Orchard,
I got her number,
she got mine...
and about 2 hours later,
I pretty much asked
if she'd like to go out sometime...
and she said "yes".
There you go.
Well enough of that.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Warhammer
Let's see... Sunday, 11.40pm.
A couple of days ago...
being the genius that I so clearly
am, I just HAD to check out
her "Friendster" profile.
She had uploaded a few new pics.
And... I totally freaked out.
Mann... guess I must've really fallen for her.
Sheesh.
I didn't sleep at all that night.
In the morning, I got out of the house.
All dressed up, and nowhere to go.
At 8am.
Brilliant, I know...
Just as I was about to reach home
after some aimless wandering,
someone asked me out to lunch.
I was exhausted and depressed.
So ofcourse I said "yes".
Naturally.
Weird thing is, I arrived on time!
Yep.
Me.
Arriving in Orchard Road on time.
Yet another historical moment.
The girl is the friend of a friend...
and by now, I guess you could say we're dating.
Anyway,
when I was first saw her in-person,
I was like "whoa".
Nice, straight hair;
nice face;
nice figure (I couldn't help noticing, dammit!);
and best of all...
no moustache!
I know. I checked.
She talks in a way that
some might call "cute".
I call it "slightly annoying".
The reason there's the "slightly"
there is because she's going out with me.
Well yeah.
Going out.
With a girl. From Singapore.
Incidentally, she wants to be
in a serious relationship...
that would lead to marriage.
Yep. Marriage.
Oh yeah, almost forgot.
She's into games, man!!
A gamer chick!
If that isn't hot, I don't know what is!
Technically, she wants to get married
at around 24.
And she has quite a few suitors.
For that reason,
I'm gonna keep going out with her
until she meets some other guy
and hooks up with him.
What?
She's a Singaporean!
Didn't I tell you I'd
rather DIE than end up with a
girl from Singapore?
So yeah... if things work out
the way I plan,
I'll have someone to hang out with on a regular basis
for a short while...
and when she meets up with
some other guy,
she'll get what she wants.
Either way,
we'll both be happy like chipmunks.
Yep.
Like chipmunks.
Plus, I won't be the bad guy...
because she'll be the one
who's gonna "dump" me.
It's all good.
Well, enough of that
A couple of days ago...
being the genius that I so clearly
am, I just HAD to check out
her "Friendster" profile.
She had uploaded a few new pics.
And... I totally freaked out.
Mann... guess I must've really fallen for her.
Sheesh.
I didn't sleep at all that night.
In the morning, I got out of the house.
All dressed up, and nowhere to go.
At 8am.
Brilliant, I know...
Just as I was about to reach home
after some aimless wandering,
someone asked me out to lunch.
I was exhausted and depressed.
So ofcourse I said "yes".
Naturally.
Weird thing is, I arrived on time!
Yep.
Me.
Arriving in Orchard Road on time.
Yet another historical moment.
The girl is the friend of a friend...
and by now, I guess you could say we're dating.
Anyway,
when I was first saw her in-person,
I was like "whoa".
Nice, straight hair;
nice face;
nice figure (I couldn't help noticing, dammit!);
and best of all...
no moustache!
I know. I checked.
She talks in a way that
some might call "cute".
I call it "slightly annoying".
The reason there's the "slightly"
there is because she's going out with me.
Well yeah.
Going out.
With a girl. From Singapore.
Incidentally, she wants to be
in a serious relationship...
that would lead to marriage.
Yep. Marriage.
Oh yeah, almost forgot.
She's into games, man!!
A gamer chick!
If that isn't hot, I don't know what is!
Technically, she wants to get married
at around 24.
And she has quite a few suitors.
For that reason,
I'm gonna keep going out with her
until she meets some other guy
and hooks up with him.
What?
She's a Singaporean!
Didn't I tell you I'd
rather DIE than end up with a
girl from Singapore?
So yeah... if things work out
the way I plan,
I'll have someone to hang out with on a regular basis
for a short while...
and when she meets up with
some other guy,
she'll get what she wants.
Either way,
we'll both be happy like chipmunks.
Yep.
Like chipmunks.
Plus, I won't be the bad guy...
because she'll be the one
who's gonna "dump" me.
It's all good.
Well, enough of that
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Shut The Hell Up
2.30 am.
Can't sleep.
Got a meeting with the "director"
later today at 3.30pm.
Director of what, exactly, I don't know...
What I DO know is that
his authority ranks higher
than that of the Course Manager of Electronics
at ITE Yishun.
I just hope he isn't
as incredibly stupid as the
lecturers I spoke to about my grades.
Idiots.
I'll explain once it has been resolved.
Anyway, let's see now...
I'm 25, and yeah, I'm gonna say it again...
I've never had a girlfriend (MAN do I hate that word!).
When I start talking about
that, some people would
go "oh she'll come..."
Oh. She'll come, eh?
Ahh.. I see.
Why, I feel so much better now!
Thanks!
Now here's a pole.
A long pole.
Stick it up yours, will ya?
Gotta love it when you're
serious about something
and people laugh about it.
So please, feel free to laugh with
a pole stuck inside of you.
I never should have gone out
on that first date.
It's like a highly addictive drug.
You get a taste of it,
and well, yeah, there ya go.
"She'll come". Right.
Screw her.
If she comes, I'll just tell her to run off the edge of a cliff.
I'm lonely, you freakin' idiots.
I'm not much of a people-person, yeah...
but that doesn't mean I'm a damn celibate hermit.
Bloody hell.
"She'll come".
Well I'd hate to break
it to you, but that hardly makes me feel
like jumping for joy...
especially seeing how you're doing nothing
to help me...
and you're happily (or in the process of getting) "attached".
Just shut up.
How about that?
Seriously. It's better to do that...
than tell me this stupid-ass
line over and over again that makes me want to
kiss an electric eel: "she'll come".
I'd rather die than
end up with a girl from Singapore.
And that's the truth.
Wow. I actually feel better.
Well enough of that
Can't sleep.
Got a meeting with the "director"
later today at 3.30pm.
Director of what, exactly, I don't know...
What I DO know is that
his authority ranks higher
than that of the Course Manager of Electronics
at ITE Yishun.
I just hope he isn't
as incredibly stupid as the
lecturers I spoke to about my grades.
Idiots.
I'll explain once it has been resolved.
Anyway, let's see now...
I'm 25, and yeah, I'm gonna say it again...
I've never had a girlfriend (MAN do I hate that word!).
When I start talking about
that, some people would
go "oh she'll come..."
Oh. She'll come, eh?
Ahh.. I see.
Why, I feel so much better now!
Thanks!
Now here's a pole.
A long pole.
Stick it up yours, will ya?
Gotta love it when you're
serious about something
and people laugh about it.
So please, feel free to laugh with
a pole stuck inside of you.
I never should have gone out
on that first date.
It's like a highly addictive drug.
You get a taste of it,
and well, yeah, there ya go.
"She'll come". Right.
Screw her.
If she comes, I'll just tell her to run off the edge of a cliff.
I'm lonely, you freakin' idiots.
I'm not much of a people-person, yeah...
but that doesn't mean I'm a damn celibate hermit.
Bloody hell.
"She'll come".
Well I'd hate to break
it to you, but that hardly makes me feel
like jumping for joy...
especially seeing how you're doing nothing
to help me...
and you're happily (or in the process of getting) "attached".
Just shut up.
How about that?
Seriously. It's better to do that...
than tell me this stupid-ass
line over and over again that makes me want to
kiss an electric eel: "she'll come".
I'd rather die than
end up with a girl from Singapore.
And that's the truth.
Wow. I actually feel better.
Well enough of that
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Screwed Over
Well, I just got my exam results.
And well, she's right.
My GPA is only 3.355,
not including the CCA points.
Yes, that means I didn't get a single "A"
grade, and "C's" for most of the modules this term.
For the core
modules, I got "B's",
which still pisses me off,
but not so much.
As for the remaining 2 modules,
well,
could someone please explain to me
how handing in all the projects,
as well as performing
well in practical exams
earn me "C's"?
That's right.
You do everything right,
and you still get a "C".
And how would I know
how well I did
for my practical exams,
well, for "Web Development"
for example,
everyone had to do the same thing.
You had to create a web page
and make it look the way your
lecturer wants it to.
The exam ends
once the time is up,
or the lecturer checks
and verifies that
it looks the way he wants it to.
And for the 2 exams,
that's exactly what I did.
And still, I got a damn "C".
Now, at the beginning of this post,
I mentioned that she was right.
"She" refers to the course manager,
who said that my GPA will drop.
And she said that well
before the deadline for the projects
and exams.
They were pissed at me
for missing so many classes.
Now, how does
poor attendance get you a "C"?
It gets you expelled,
or detention.
But grades?
I spent all my cash on the damn course.
2 years.
By the end of it, I was
so broke,
I had to skip classes
because I didn't have enough cash
to attend them.
Yep.
One of the main reasons
why I gave classes
a miss was because I was too broke to attend them.
Wait. Why didn't I apply for financial
assistance, you ask?
Why, that's a great question!
Why didn't I?
Oh hang on... I DID.
And they didn't give it to me.
So... let's recap.
I'm too broke to attend classes.
They don't give financial assistance.
They get pissed off.
They screw me over.
So you know what?
I'll be free the next couple
of months.
I'm gonna put it to good use.
They WILL lose their jobs...
and that stupid-ass
bitch will at least get demoted.
It won't matter to me if
their families have to end up living
on welfare.
They messed with my life.
I'm gonna f*** them up.
Well enough of that
And well, she's right.
My GPA is only 3.355,
not including the CCA points.
Yes, that means I didn't get a single "A"
grade, and "C's" for most of the modules this term.
For the core
modules, I got "B's",
which still pisses me off,
but not so much.
As for the remaining 2 modules,
well,
could someone please explain to me
how handing in all the projects,
as well as performing
well in practical exams
earn me "C's"?
That's right.
You do everything right,
and you still get a "C".
And how would I know
how well I did
for my practical exams,
well, for "Web Development"
for example,
everyone had to do the same thing.
You had to create a web page
and make it look the way your
lecturer wants it to.
The exam ends
once the time is up,
or the lecturer checks
and verifies that
it looks the way he wants it to.
And for the 2 exams,
that's exactly what I did.
And still, I got a damn "C".
Now, at the beginning of this post,
I mentioned that she was right.
"She" refers to the course manager,
who said that my GPA will drop.
And she said that well
before the deadline for the projects
and exams.
They were pissed at me
for missing so many classes.
Now, how does
poor attendance get you a "C"?
It gets you expelled,
or detention.
But grades?
I spent all my cash on the damn course.
2 years.
By the end of it, I was
so broke,
I had to skip classes
because I didn't have enough cash
to attend them.
Yep.
One of the main reasons
why I gave classes
a miss was because I was too broke to attend them.
Wait. Why didn't I apply for financial
assistance, you ask?
Why, that's a great question!
Why didn't I?
Oh hang on... I DID.
And they didn't give it to me.
So... let's recap.
I'm too broke to attend classes.
They don't give financial assistance.
They get pissed off.
They screw me over.
So you know what?
I'll be free the next couple
of months.
I'm gonna put it to good use.
They WILL lose their jobs...
and that stupid-ass
bitch will at least get demoted.
It won't matter to me if
their families have to end up living
on welfare.
They messed with my life.
I'm gonna f*** them up.
Well enough of that
Monday, March 26, 2007
Prisonbreak
Well...
The final exam's over. Right now, I'm just waiting for
graduation day... sometime in April.
You'd think I'd be jumping for joy...
but after 2 years, I'm just relieved it's over.
I've done my time.
After this, I'll be working
for a short period,
so that I'll have enough
cash to be incarcerated
in yet another prison
for 3 years... to get my diploma.
That's right.
Diploma.
The system's a little messed up
over here when it comes to late bloomers.
Wait. Did I just call
myself a "bloomer"?
Talk about sounding gay.
Um, just in case though,
there is absolutely
nothing wrong with being gay.
Well I'd like to write more,
but my shoulder's aching,
so I'll just continue later...
Rock on.
Well enough of that
The final exam's over. Right now, I'm just waiting for
graduation day... sometime in April.
You'd think I'd be jumping for joy...
but after 2 years, I'm just relieved it's over.
I've done my time.
After this, I'll be working
for a short period,
so that I'll have enough
cash to be incarcerated
in yet another prison
for 3 years... to get my diploma.
That's right.
Diploma.
The system's a little messed up
over here when it comes to late bloomers.
Wait. Did I just call
myself a "bloomer"?
Talk about sounding gay.
Um, just in case though,
there is absolutely
nothing wrong with being gay.
Well I'd like to write more,
but my shoulder's aching,
so I'll just continue later...
Rock on.
Well enough of that
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Must Never Be Forgotten
7am,
and yes, alone in the dark hall.
The sun is rising.
Right now, the colour of the sky
above the jungle
is greyish,
but soon, I'll be able
to see the beautiful colours
that accompany sunrise...
the red mixed with orange
and yellow and purple...
from my window.
Pretty cool, eh?
Anyway, I'm gonna list
down the songs that make up
one of the many stories in my head.
Each one is like an episode or a chapter.
He Arrives - "Hero" by Mariah Carey
The Beginning of The End- "Ordinary" by Train
The Corruption- No song for this one, yet.
The Return- "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down
Betrayal- "Vindicated" by Dashboard Confessional
Hope- "Unforgivable Sinner" by Lene Marlin
Birth of The Resistance- "Hero" by Chad Kroeger/Josey Scott
The Twins- "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence
Redemption- "Easier to Run" by Linkin Park
That's all for now.
The story isn't finished yet.
Sigh.
For the last time (probably not),
I don't give a damn if you don't understand.
Run off the edge of a cliff or something, ok?
Ok cool.
Do it. NOW
Well enough of that
and yes, alone in the dark hall.
The sun is rising.
Right now, the colour of the sky
above the jungle
is greyish,
but soon, I'll be able
to see the beautiful colours
that accompany sunrise...
the red mixed with orange
and yellow and purple...
from my window.
Pretty cool, eh?
Anyway, I'm gonna list
down the songs that make up
one of the many stories in my head.
Each one is like an episode or a chapter.
He Arrives - "Hero" by Mariah Carey
The Beginning of The End- "Ordinary" by Train
The Corruption- No song for this one, yet.
The Return- "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down
Betrayal- "Vindicated" by Dashboard Confessional
Hope- "Unforgivable Sinner" by Lene Marlin
Birth of The Resistance- "Hero" by Chad Kroeger/Josey Scott
The Twins- "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence
Redemption- "Easier to Run" by Linkin Park
That's all for now.
The story isn't finished yet.
Sigh.
For the last time (probably not),
I don't give a damn if you don't understand.
Run off the edge of a cliff or something, ok?
Ok cool.
Do it. NOW
Well enough of that
Friday, January 05, 2007
Let's Talk About Someone Else
Almost 5.30am now.
I'm in the dark hall,
listening to The Gathering's Shortest Day.
Well I couldn't sleep.
And I didn't really feel like studying...
despite the fact
that there's gonna be a huge test
on Tuesday.
Lately, I've been
wondering about how Hani's been.
How long has it been now.
6, 7 years?
Now don't me wrong.
The only way I'd
be into her is if she turned
into a chocolate bunny rabbit.
But then I'd eat her so... yeah.
Yep. Not disturbing at all.
Anyway, like I said,
I've just been wondering.
Is she alright?
Is she happy?
How are her studies coming along?
Is she still a huge fan of Slipknot?
Why am I thinking about her?
I'm not sure.
But it probably has something
to do with the fact
that she was, in a way, the first one.
Kind of.
She's the closest thing I ever had to an actual girlfriend.
Ah well.
And now... I'm wondering about Natalie Portman.
Is she alright?
Is she happy?
Will she ever stop being
madly in love with me?
Yeah.. I just HAD to say all that.
Shut up.
Feel free to roll your eyes again.
Well enough of that
I'm in the dark hall,
listening to The Gathering's Shortest Day.
Well I couldn't sleep.
And I didn't really feel like studying...
despite the fact
that there's gonna be a huge test
on Tuesday.
Lately, I've been
wondering about how Hani's been.
How long has it been now.
6, 7 years?
Now don't me wrong.
The only way I'd
be into her is if she turned
into a chocolate bunny rabbit.
But then I'd eat her so... yeah.
Yep. Not disturbing at all.
Anyway, like I said,
I've just been wondering.
Is she alright?
Is she happy?
How are her studies coming along?
Is she still a huge fan of Slipknot?
Why am I thinking about her?
I'm not sure.
But it probably has something
to do with the fact
that she was, in a way, the first one.
Kind of.
She's the closest thing I ever had to an actual girlfriend.
Ah well.
And now... I'm wondering about Natalie Portman.
Is she alright?
Is she happy?
Will she ever stop being
madly in love with me?
Yeah.. I just HAD to say all that.
Shut up.
Feel free to roll your eyes again.
Well enough of that
Monday, January 01, 2007
New Year
Ah yes, real original title.
Let's see now...
it's new year's day.
2007.
One more week
before my final term begins.
9 weeks.. and I'm free!
WooHoo!
But ofcourse,
wh0 knows what's gonna happen after that?
Anyway,
you wanna know
how I spent new year's eve?
Really?
You do?
You really, REALLY do??
Hey! Come back here!
I was alone at home,
playing Prince of Persia 3 (which is pretty good).
Talk about living it up.
Yes.
Party animal am I.
Well enough of that
Let's see now...
it's new year's day.
2007.
One more week
before my final term begins.
9 weeks.. and I'm free!
WooHoo!
But ofcourse,
wh0 knows what's gonna happen after that?
Anyway,
you wanna know
how I spent new year's eve?
Really?
You do?
You really, REALLY do??
Hey! Come back here!
I was alone at home,
playing Prince of Persia 3 (which is pretty good).
Talk about living it up.
Yes.
Party animal am I.
Well enough of that
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