Singapore - The Island Of Weird, Irritating And Horrible Insensitive And Selfish Ignorant People.

walking down orchard road, you see the beautiful maseratis and lamborghinis cruising down the roads, the curious ang mohs wondering why singaporeas pronounce mont blanc as munt blank and the beautiful night sky that has no stars signifying that it's gonna rain with the gods laughing at us the moment it starts to rain and we start running around for shelter and if there isn't, we try to use our palms for protection like as though it really does help at all.

but anyway, that's not all you see if you open your eyes big (or for the chinese people over there, open your eyes much much bigger) and you'll see the residents of underworld singapore. so weird and grotesquely formed that they drive fear into the minds of our little children. you see a guy walking with a big eye and small eye. you see a woman with her eyes bulging out. a person who looks like a kid. actually i have no issue with short people. midgets are different from short people. i'll stop it there. 

then it's not only in the city area. it gets even worse when you're in the heartlands. the lady selling onions and ginger and lady fingers at the nearby wet market, eyeing the passing crowds with her pale eyes while scratching her back with her dirty brown, half-bitten fingernails...while the butcher wears his eye patch and carelessly chops the chicken into uneven pieces (you got admit then it is uneven for someone who is seeming to aim alot) with his sweat dripping off his forehead onto the skin of the chicken making it even more unhealthier but do we really give a damn...looking at the number of people licking their fingers sillily at KFC, i doubt they will care about the skin at the local hawker center...

and weird people also do take the transport. i was in this train all the way from eunos to city hall, there was this weird vibe in that freaking last carriage of the train. first there was like this little kid running around and then he went to this lady and pulled her leg. the lady had earphones on and was carrying this food thing from Han's (heard it's a good place) and she just patted the kids head and looked around. now she didn't like a mother. especially to that small kid. then the kid ran back to the kid's father...hm...hold on...take note that i keep saying the kid...not he, not she, just the kid...why? cause it looked like a guy but the hair was slightly long and it was wearing a girly t-shirt with frilly laces at the end of the sleeves. what gender is it? hm...only god knows..cause he will have to bless it with something that is gonna affect the kids life...whatver...back to my tragically dysfunctional story...the kid banged into this malay lady who appeared she had a man's most prized possession sticking out of her glutious maximus. hm...i'll give you a moment to scratch your head.

alright, moment gone. then it's like i'm trying to figure out what it could be...maybe she had just let go a piece of solid waste and it apparently has no rectum-given smell. then as i'm looking, the kid bangs into me and the lady who the kid ran up to, shows up and hugs the kid and looks at me apologetically...hold on...not really apologetically. sarcastically apologetically. yeah. like i did something wrong. like i go around preying on young kids and pushing them around. erm..the opposite of a pedophile. then once that all got settled, i saw this teenage couple who apparently looked like twins. erm...maybe they were? or maybe they spend their entire lives looking for someone who looked like them so that when they have children and when the children doesn't turn out to look like them, they will know that someone cheated during their marriage and they have proof to the court of divorces or whatever they call that shrine of holy separation-ship. then on the way there, two people stepped on my toes. thank god they weren't those obese kids eating ice cream cones. then my feet would have been flattened. though i don't think i'll be complaining. i'll be less taller and i wouldn't need to wory about shoes or slippers...my feet is my natural slippers...it'll be flippers.

hm, this has been crap the whole thing...but it's true...from now onwards...everything i write will be based on what i see and what is the truth...

Culda

It's Time To Embark On An Epic Journey Of Which Is To Give Me Joy, Happiness And Fulfillment In Making Someone's Elses Life Rid Of Misery.

hm, many things to talk about. what should i start if with? dunno dunno dunno...

TRAININGS & WORKOUTS

hm...it's time for me to start being tough on myself and my body already. physically and mentally. weights at home being utilised fully now...and so is my floor(for push ups) and my bed(for sit ups)...but the most important thing right now is to have the E-factor...the endurance factor...the mental factor...block out pain...block out the sissiness...block out tiredness...block out everything that's stopping me from stopping...

STUDIES

intensive studying baby...hm...no choice, bo pian. be a smarty pants, a geek, a dork...with an enlarging body...haha yeah baby...who knew that actually intensive studying is fun...well, not really...but hellyeah

SP ROVERS

woo...sp rovers is kinda kinda fun...still haven't got to the sadistic part yet...but the stories i heard and the videos i saw(not the crappy ones) are good enough to satisfy my sadist craving...

DRAGONBOAT

well, need i say more, training, training, training, proteins, training and sleep...well, not that tough for the junior training but if you wanna be the top, that's what you gotta do...with DB and rovers, my life is as good as gone...my otuside life i mean...it's back to the o level years...no life...

THAT GIRL

i love that girl. yeah, hm, i've like seen the beautiness in her contact lens-ed eyes...how crazy i am over her...hopefully the same way she's crazy over me...hmm...should i let everyone know...about us...or keep it a secret...i hate keeping secrets...the other time i told people that my ex-schoolmate was an idiot and when he asked me why i told people, 'i told him i couldn't keep secrets'...

lame joke...yeah...my lameness has to go away..what happened to the funny me with the sensitive gay jokes about gayboy and his stable of girly-girls with a retarded outlook of the world...hm...i just said that to make it rhyme..are people still readin my blog...hm...can't find the time to actually blog...i remember last time i wasn't so keen on blogging...yeah..that feelings coming again...

Culda

It's Frustrating When You Don't Know Whether Life Would Be Better If You Were Nice Or Rude Cause Evidently Nothing Seems To Be Working For Me.

HEADLINES

i have laughed like never before and smiled like a mad man despite my disappointments. i have just shook everything off with a never mind. what did i get in the end? nothing much. no respect. i got taken advantage of. and it apparently leads people to think that i have no responsibility, no sense of seriousness and that i'm always not interested with what people have to say.

i have screamed and shouted at people and forced people to do stupid stuff. i had become something like a dictator once. what did i get in the end? nothing much. no respect, only being feared of. and it apparently leads people to think that i am snobbish loud-mouthed asshole with no consideration for other people's feelings, only caring for what i want done.

what am i to do then? sometimes i wonder why i'm even caring about what i wanna be. but then again, there's this voice in my head (no, i'm not going crazy) that says i need to really think about what i'm doing. and you know what. that voice is right. no matter how much i don't want to belive that voice, i know it's right. i look back in my life. have i done anything that will help create a legacy. i'm hoping that i did. and right now, i'm trying to make a change. 

CAMPFIRE

i'm really trying my best to get the campfire that i'm planning for to be a super success. but i look at what i'm doing for it, and fuck...i'm not doing anything at all. how do i expect myself to be creditted for the success for it. i knew last time i was so enthusiastic about it. then why am i not doing anything now. why do i feel so...useless? am i screwing up the entire campfire. maybe i should have think through it much more. but i know that i've really gotta keep up to it..it was a decision i made. i have to stick through it. i must do it.

FRIENDS

or maybe should i say, 'friends'? i seem to be quarelling with alot of people this days. it's not that i want to. i just can't seem to stop it. i need to let the fire out. hm, to that person at tcc...it's not that i love to point out your mistakes and make you stupid or lose face like how i did to you last time infront of people. i didn't mean it. and i apologize. why i did that? i still dunno why. but know that i'm just trying to help you. then there's other people who i am so close to firing at. i'm really just trying to stop myself. i don't wanna cause any uncomfortable feelings in the class or whatever. hm...but no matter what. i always love you guys. except that i'm kinda pissed that we ain't watching iron man class dopt/ft/1a/02.

RELATIONSHIPS

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THAT GIRL.

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ON A LIGHTER NOTE

hm, the people from class dopt/ft/1a/01 have changed their blogs in an attempt to prevent us from knowing their battle plans or whatver stuff they have going on. hm, all of a sudden i feel like i'm part of a intelligence unit, casue it gives me that sensation when i search for their blogs. so that means i'm like a spy. shit, i'm so hyped up right now. oh and dragon boat camp just ended on sunday. hm, it was kinda fun. many underwears got ripped. i tried my best to be as less high as possible. successful. almost. the first day i scrwed it up abit. but i managed to keep it low for the rest of the days. hm, i just realised i need to redecorate my wardrobe. hm,need a new haircut. need to spend less. need to gain weight. and all of a sudden the song 'stay the same' by joey mcynityre is playing on my itunes. hm, right timing. will anything good come out of me when i stay the same. hm, i've been doing it for 17 years, nope nothing.

CULDA