had fun today.

sheesh. anal-lsyed. Lu and ed of the win variety. and izad.
spun off chair. Mr Jo.

Fell from 10 stories from the hand/flipper of our very own pocket penguin. Mr coconut.

attacked by styrofoam poles. Mr Shawn Tan by the falling coconut gang.

eaten by me and lu for dinner. Victims from newton food center. Mr 10-dollar-a-piece sting ray. Ms Not-fried-by-a-hokkien-hokkien mee. Mr Babi-que Chicken Wings and of cos a group of groupies of coke on the rocks.

thats real food. Not some chicken patty grown in the lab which they slap in between 2 pieces of bread and shove it to you on a tray which u paid 7 bucks for.


Work was fine. There was very few customers today. So no probs. I learnt what a Moscow Mule is today.


infact, the day went very well if i might say so myself.
cept for the CP test. Which is of no consequence if I might add.

Decided not to cross the causeway.
cause, its my way. My way on the highway. which is preferbably the ecp, cte , aye etc etc.

Sometimes, I feel that I am always drawing a 15.
was talking to luwin on our way to work and over dinner.
Concluded, that choosing a girl, is like playing black jack.

There are some guys, who will settle for a 18;
19 is not so bad;
20 is surely a winning hand
and then the last type,
the poker faced ones who are waiting for a 21.
A blackjack.

which coincidentally, is my favourite number. 21.

this pokerfaced one, always wants a 21 even when he has a 20.
why?
because it just does not feel right not to gamble for a 21.
if 21 is the best you can get, why settle for anything less?
But the problem is, what is the possibility of getting a 21?
highy unlikely.
but, why settle for anything less?
just bloody hell go for it.
cause wif a 21, you cant lose. thats the simple idea.




Yes. I suppose, I am still looking for that Ace with a Jack of spades.
but this blackjack is bloody elusive.



BUT,


then again, If I keep drawing a 15, I might just throw my cards back into the pile and play uno instead.






haha.
aight , gotta go.
catch you guys again.
ciao.

Suffering from a bout of testilitis.

and it is not my balls I am talking about you filthy minded animal.

its the civil pro test.

yoo hoo. 5 chapters of absolute bollocks to go thru.

I'm super dead. No mood lar. Cant bring myself to study.

anyway, let me talk about aunties.

Kay pohs that is. tatter tales. Good for nothings. gossip mongers. tabloid wannabe s. asswipes.Who are not necessay over the age of 40 or whatever.

I'm talking about the aunties who are the same age or about our age.

Those who have an insatiable appetite for gossip. Be it harmless gossip or if Bush is gonna make war *eh? love *urh peace with those who oppose him.

Anyway, back to the aunties.
Recently, a auntie asked me a very typical secondary school kid question.
It went along the lines of who is my girlfriend.
When I said I didnt have one.
She asked if I had someone who I was interested in.

When i asked why she had to know she said : cos good thing must share mah.

I said that I'm currently enjoying my bacherlorhood and not thinking of giving up the good shit so soon.
But she was bloody persistent. At this point of time, i was already uber pissed. But typical me, i didnt show it. *Smile Smile. yes, I can take your shit.
I suppose that shows that her level of intelligence is probably at the level of a pandolin.
then she said.
"eh, is it? dont lie to me lar. Then last time leh? last time you like who?"

At this point of time, I was really feeling like slapping her to shut her up.
shite, cant a man have his privacy?

then, I decided, stupid bitch, lets have some fun. Gonna make her tap dance.

So i said " eh. actually have. I actually have a girlfriend. She is a recent crush. But she agreed to go out with me. We are getting married very soon"

I mean, its a lie which any idiot can see through, but being the dumb bitch + kaypoh shit, she lapped it all up. I could practically see her eyes light up with the thought of who she was gonna tell after she left.

To this, i took great pleasure to lead her on more.

"eh yea. She is pretty feminine and very pretty. Infact, much more so then both of you.(she was with a friend)"

fwah, this tactic power. I can see her face become red. hahaa, it was funny.

So she said " is she from our course? "

I almost gagged at this question. How dumb can she get? anyway, I just ignored the qns and plowed on about how great she was and how she was sooooo beautiful. This shit that people talk about when they fall in love.

So she begged me to give her a alphabet of her name. So I did.

I said "eh...why ask me. pai seh lar. ok ok, its 'F' , what you need it for?"

and do you know what the stupid bitch did?





She decided, being the smarty pants she was, she was gonna check out who was my fuck buddy.






so she LOGGED ON TO BLACK BOARD AND WANTED TO GO THROUGH ALL THE NAMES IN THE NAME LIST THERE TO SHORTLIST ALL THE GIRLS WHO HAVE THE LETTER 'F' IN THEIR NAMES.

I dont know ah, stupid people do stupid things.




Its beyond me, how stupid people can get. anyway, on with the story.

She spent 10 mins searching through all the names.
Of cos, I just milled around. Smiling when my back was towards them.


whahaha. It killed me. Just killed me.


but in the end. She gave up.

so she used the old tactic of begging me to tell. For that morsel of gossip. For that piece of juciy news to share with her friends.

At this point, I was getting alittle tired at her badgering.

So i decided to give in and tell them who the love of my life was.



so i acted as if I was very shy and i didnt want to say out the name.

I fished my phone out of my pocket.

went to compose msg. as i did this, u could almost see her eyes popping out of its sockets.


So i typed into my phone with great dramatic effect.

F

I

O

N

A


X

I

E


I cant describe how she looked at that point of time.
you had to be there.
Like in an instant, the whole crashed on her and that she is gonna die.
like that piece of gossip was the most important thing to her in the world.

she was actually angry! wahhahaa. I was happy!
she then stomped out of the lab.
I laughed like mad. It was good.
I made her waste her time thinking of the love of my life.
she couldnt take it.
whahahaa. gosssip monger. fucking go to hell lar! wahhaa.



anyway, thats what you get for being nosey.
and for being stupid.
its your own fault bitch.

you know, i swear, she is gonna read this or know about what i have written by some way. after all, she is a gossip monger. I hope this gets round to her. She got owned and served. Upsized too. so fuck you bitch! fucking you right back! wahhahahaha.


aw, that felt good.
now back to CP.

btw, fiona xie is really a knock out. *stress.

The Catcher in the Rye.

uh, no comments. go read it and tell me what you think about it.
It killed me.


my mofo internet connection has been cut off because I didnt pay the bill.
As of now, I have taken my aunt's password and username to log onto the worldwideweb.
In case you didnt know, its illegal. but its fun. free internet access.

anyway, will be paying the bill when my pay check arrives, which is gonna be in a few days time.

i am feeling damn lazy to upload photos...............................................


moving to a new place is a pain in the ass.
i need to pack like everything.
gonna bring only the bare essentials.
the only perk i have is I gonna deck out my room real good.



and i dont feel like going to genting anymore.
firstly because of money or rather the lack off,
secondly because i am deadly afraid of birdflu
and lastly because I have the morbid fear of the malaysian sky falling on my head.

I think I'll be good and stay in singapore to spend my singaporean dollars and eat my singaporean egg free food.

and shawn's birthday is like a couple weeks away....
I swear I gonna make him a more spectucular mess than ed's at his birthday.(wheels and gears start clicking in ma brains)


working at pierside has been fun.
there is plenty of food to eat there.
wasabi chips and what have you not.
the chef robin is absoulutly, crazy. he stops cooking halfway to tell me and the fireman about prostitutes. but in general,
people there are ok.
we have salmon boy and the assorted mats and minahs.

and the usual gay supervisors. note: Plural. and I dont mean happy = gay.
and the usual sonavubitches customers. this table is too small wor! (when he is bought to a table for 8 when there were 6 of them. fucking hongkee)

argh, i gotta go off.
my mum wants to go washing machine, fridge hunting.
now what the fug do i know about washing machines and fridges?
shit, as long as it cleans ma clothes and keep my coke cool, its a good electrical appliance isnt it?
sheesh. bollocks, i dont see why i have to go...but i have to go anyway, ciao.








argh.argh.argh.


cant come too soon,
someone always has to break the rules,
like some rock and roll cartoon,
first band on the moon.
now we cant wait too long,
till we get to sing our song,
even if we are out of tune,
first band on the moon.
Motley - First Band On The Moon.