I'm Back Ladies.

you know...i've pretty much had a slightly eventful absence. wanna hear about it. of course you do. why else would you be here.

can't believe school's starting. i know i'm gonna sound like a dick or something or might sound geeky but i missed school. aghhhh, so freaking bored these whole month. at first had canoeing which kinda made me always look forward to the next day for training (more on that later on). then also did driving (more on that as well if you were to read on bitches). what else? hm nothing else. oh got something to keep me occupied during the month as well. someone. hmmm...sounds wrong.

DRIVING

anyway, driving. alright, recently i've learnt turning, safety checks, turning, braking, turning and oh yeah ramming the accelerator like i was being chased by the african zulu tribe with a lamborghini. well, not that dramatic or anything but yeah. sometimes i do speed a little.

i remember the one time i raced with this taxi driver. good times, good times. i was like so close to him. and we both were on manual. and my gear shifting was flawless. we both engaged first gear and half-clutched with our engines revving. then with a quick shug!, i shifted to gear two and then quickly to gear three. we were both head-to-head. it was tensed in both cars. i was looking at bonnet and he was probably looking at his meter, seeing how much can he make by actually going a longer way, but that's a different story. but then as i was about to shift to gear 4, something happened, and it disappointed me. there was a car parked infront (hazard) and i was like damn and i even said 'shit'. the instructor looked at me and said 'so now, you wanna race with taxi driver' and my response was the always usual 'hahaha'. not like the hahaha, like you're funny but the hahaha, just shut up and let me drive you foof. foof, yeah it's a new word. i invented it. it's not gonna be a word that i'm gonna use alot so don't really worry about it. tml is the end of my stage 1. revision and then later move on to stage 2 on wednesday. hoo-yeah. i'm a driver baby. i know how to handle a stick. okay, scratch that.

CANOEING

alright so canoeing. it saddens me. cause there's mainly three reasons why i'm dropping. yes three. not four, not 2. just three. and to some, it may seem unreasonable or just childish, but that's cause you're feeling it. it's not the same. it's like having sex. you watch stuff on pornographic website and then you say, man that shit's tight. but you are never gonna really know how it's like being rammed up the ass with an 8-inch black dick, aren't you? or are you? that's why your comments always just tire me. it lacks the sense of understanding, only the layman voice of unreasonable and pointless and uncalled criticism. my life ain't no movie for you to judge. only if i require some help with the production or direction, then i'll maybe call you down. and guess what, i'll even put your name in the credits. and i'll put it in big-big 3d form so the viewers will want to stay to watch how it all turns out.

anyway, canoeing. first reason. it's gonna sound messed up but yeah. when i sit in a boat, i feel that my legs are very confined. and cause i'm used to my running nature. it's gonna take me a while to get used to that feeling of not using my legs much or at all. but actually, this ain't the reason why i'm quitting. just something fun i thought of putting. not really a reason. so that's actually two. second (or in fact, first) reason is that i've got quite a number of other stuff going on that requires my time as well. and i know that i will not be able to commit to coming for trainings consistently, the trainings that are allocated for us stated by the training schedules. yeah, so i've made the decision to leave due to that cause i know for one, i'll be missing out on alot of technical stuff, especially for the canoe polo department (more on that below). and another is cause i don't want the seniors to look at me in such contorted ways of disgust and confusion and retort back to me in ways that just provoke the nerves of everyone's limit. okay the third reason. some of you probably will know. so i won't say it. it's not cause i don't have the balls. i just can't say it. cause i've done that that so many times before and it doesn't always end happily, neither for me nor for the people in it. sorry rovers might i add.

alright, i was really interested in canoe polo. really really interested. then boom. but you know, i've got running as well. so yeah. decision made. i have really no regrets of where i'm going to. just that maybe i'll feel this pinch somewhere through the whole new year.

DA DUDES

well, i dunno what to name this shit under so i'll jsut come up with some random lingo that has probably been outdated since the 1990's. been meeting up with them quite a lot relatively. raj and pavan. yeah, prob the only two punjabis or two of the people who fall under the singaporean-indian ethnic group. i dunno what i'm saying. yeah, they are the only two who i spend the most time with out of my whole people. i still dunno what i'm saying.

start afresh. raj and pavan. one's a thing you put pickles in if you turn his name around and the other's the devil if you spell her name on the phone if you're using the auto-type-messaging-word-shit thingy thing. yeah something like that. just type it. anyway, yeah, one i met like in primary one, the other dunno when i met her. but you know, you never know that this might be the ones that stick with you through and through. wonder why am i sounding like a girl? hm, damn, i really do sound like a girl sometimes. anyway yeah, probably the siblings i never had. and never want to have. haha, jsut kidding. a shout out to pavan, that annoying, tall, model-looking girl (she's attached guys and way out of your league) who loves to pinch and scratch arms like hell. hm, hell? satan? oh my god pavan!!!! haha, nah, just kidding. good bad girl she is, beautiful and all, painful to be with sometimes, but great fun to be with all in all. that rhymed. pavan, just put the money on the table.

BACK TO SCHOOL

i can see her again. i saw her at suntec. i'm seeing her everywhere now. or isit cause i'm closing my eyes too much? you never know how much you miss someone until you finally meet them. maybe it's time i go up to her and say what i've been wanting to say to her from the moment i met her. 'hey, you're pretty and short and run funny'. hm, maybe. and back to school means seeing the daidee clan. start shocking people again with the amount of food i eat. seeing the hot girls at biz sch and seeing how i can do stupid stunts infront of them. running around the track/school after school. going to the gym during long breaks. going out to eat during long breaks with the clan. what else. ooooh...i need to choose a GEM. an elective module for you shitheads who don't know the acronym. deciding between, psychology and counseling, boating theory, backpacking, accents and slangs (cool huh?) and real estate marketing. maybe i'll scratch off the last one. but you never know.

THE END AS WE KNOW IT

alright, i'm gonna end here. i'm gonna blog quite passionately and oftenly nowadays. know i've got a place to rant/crap/indulge in all things whatever and stuff like that. and i'll post funny shit up as well.

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