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Really long entry ahead. Read at your own risk.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006 | 9:25 pm
Truly an eventful day. Aww Tuesdays...

A look-i'm-dressed-like-a-teenager-but-i-really-am-a-50+-bugger of an auntie actually tried to beat me and Su to the cab. I flagged the taxi but she conveniently stepped in front of me and persuaded the driver to take her to her destination (Hell, ultimately) which just made Su flare up.

"Just what's your problem, auntie?", she demanded, complete with the accusing glare and nails ready to scratch the auntie's cakey foundation off.

The auntie exploded into a series of barely intelligible croaks (I assume she was cursing) so I immediately told the auntie that it's alright and that we'll get another cab. To be totally frank, I did that not out of kindness or any other moral ethics. I had spotted 3 more cabs behind, see? Anyway, we boarded one of the cabs and got to school (late). The taxi-driver uncle was really amusing.

Uncle: So tourist will ask, ah, tell me about the history of Singapore. So I tell them, Singapore? Where got history?! (laughter abound) The only countries with history, ah. India, China, Egypt. Singapore? History? Nonsense, I tell you!

Students complain of too much to learn and memorise in History and you say Singapore has a lack of history. Uncle, uncle...

First lesson was PC. Had to do my 2.4km run for NAPFA since I was on MC last term. Whoa... Am seriously starting to lose my stamina. Nevertheless, my timing was satisfactory. 15:46. That's a C grade. Thanks Sharlene, Clara and Beatrice for running with me! You gals are the best! And many thanks too to Hajar, Eunice, Isabelle, Devaki and Josephine for cheering me on (hope I didn't left anyone's name out). A little freaky but certainly not unwelcome attention. =)

Screw PW!

Civics was rather fun! We had a lesson on humility. Mr Gabe Lim told us to read this handout which was a little collection of examples of humility (some parts sounded like they were taken from a person's epitaph) . Dullsville, you might say but I haven't gotten to the fun part. Then he assigned us to write about an example of humility which once happened to us in normal everyday situations. Everybody cited ho-hum examples save Kenneth.

Most of the class didn't really catch what he said the first time round but seeing how Mr Lim had this look of incredulity and was laughing by himself, WE HAD TO KNOW WHAT KENNETH MUTTERED.

"I think my parents are really kind because they didn't abandon me in a rubbish bin."

And he said that with the straightest of faces with a most sincere and genuine expression of gratitude and love plastered on his face.

Aww...

Beatrice had nothing to say. Such a sweet girl, this Beatrice. Ever so humble. So I volunteered to speak up for her. I told them that Beatrice ran with me and cheered me on throughout the last 3 rounds of the run.

Mr Lim: Encouraged you huh? 'Come on, my grandmother can run faster than you!'

Me: Hey! It was all positive comments. Besides, I think I can run faster than YOU.

Mr Lim: It wasn't a personal remark. So when's the race?

Me: What? You serious?

Mr Lim: Well, if you're man enough to issue the challenge, you should be man enough to take it up!

Me and my big mouth. Though he looks a little like an uptight stuffy teacher who doesn't have a life beyond books, I don't think I can beat him in a race. Ah... What do I have to worry about anyway? It's highly improbable that a race will take place.

Lit tutorial was a complete BLAST! Mr Dore is possibly the funniest teacher you can ever have. What with all the talk about humping and sexual bestiality (okay, i exaggerated on that one but i bet you wish your lit lessons were like ours!)

-Personally, I would be turned on by a girl with her skirt bunched at the waist with her undies showing. If you guys are not, I say THERE'S SOMETHING BLOODY WRONG WITH YOU!
(reference to the 'bird-girl' in Joyce's A Portrait of The Artist As A Young Man)

I absolutely agree.

back from the d-d-dead

Thursday, June 22, 2006 | 8:57 pm
I survived 5 days without internet. Kudos to me.

Blame it all on the cable. I couldn't do research for my GP essay (if i don't get it done by Friday, I can't sleep over at my cuz's house!!!), chat with people on msn and most importantly, WATCH WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY ON YOUTUBE!!!!!!!! NO... It has been a most torturous week without you, Greg, Ryan and Colin.

Anyway, it's music clip viewing time again! Especially for Hajar and Sharlene. Let's crap about the video when school reopens! Again, I must say - I love it when Brendon dances! So so quirky. =) -But It's Better If You Do, Panic! At The Disco-



circus wedding... imagine that!

Saturday, June 10, 2006 | 10:01 pm
Hello peeps!

Just found out about this band called Panic! At The Disco. All I can say is - THANK GOD FOR BLESSING ME WITH A SENSE OF HEARING! Oh, and a sense of sight too as well though I wish I wasn't cursed with myopia - wretched disease!

I am SO going to have a circus-themed wedding! Freaky, yeah, but that's why I LOVE it! Sure beats having the all-too-common void deck wedding anyway. I hate them. So noisy. People go there to get freebies which are cheap products anyway. At the most, it costs $0.50 at BIMLA. Void deck weddings. Sheesh. It serves merely as a platform for Singapore Dols. Nope, I spelt it the way I mean it.

Here's for your viewing pleasure folks! Aww. I love Brendon's quirky dance routines. Total hotness. =) -I Write Sins Not Tragedies, Panic! At The Disco-



burning hot at 38.2d

Saturday, June 03, 2006 | 2:58 pm
Ho hum. What a day to fall ill. Just took my temperature and guess what, peeps? I'm HOT. Literally. 38.2 degrees Celcius. I've got a nasty bout of flu, fever and sore throat. Argh. Sigh... WHY THE HELL CAN'T I GET ALL OF THIS ON A SCHOOL DAY??? Just my luck to get it in the holidays, and on a Saturday too, no less. Bah!
Agenda for today:
  1. Go to the hospital and get Atok's medicine.
  2. Attend a family function at Cik Kin's house. Whoopee. After a long time, I'll get to meet my cousins again!

Grumble. I wouldn't have to go to the hospital and get those medicine if Atok had only cared to wait for his proper discharge from hospital. As it is, he simply upped and stormed off the ward, ignoring the nurses' calls to stay and wait for the doctor.

Am I awfully glad I'm not a nurse nor a doctor there. Looking after elderly people has got to be one of the suckiest jobs of all time.

To prove my point, let me relate to you what happened the last time I went to the hospital to attend to my granddad. There was this old guy opposite Atok's bed and he had some hip problems or something of that sort. He wanted to arrange his pillows at the foot of the bed in a manner where his feet would rest comfortably on those pillows but he couldn't do it as, like I said, his hip problems made it difficult for him. So guess what he did next? He called a nurse? Nope. He called me instead. He tried to explain to me what he wanted but I simply could not get him. So I tried various ways of arranging the pillows but I only succeeded in making him more frustrated with me after each try. He then asked, " Are you even Malay? Do you not understand Malay??" for all that time, he was talking to me in my mother tongue. To which I replied, "Yes, uncle." It's only that I do NOT comprehend what it is that you want me to do. Stack those pillows? Put them under your feet? What? What? Sheesh. Blame it on your limited vocabulary of Malay words. And the cheek of you to ask me if I understand Malay. In the end, I got a nursing student to attend to him. Heh. She got the pillow arrangement right. Well done.

Aww crap. I think I just earned myself a one-way ticket to Hell. NO...!!! That would mean I'll see that old pillow guy again!!! Good grief. I'd better stop.