someone's words have inspired me today, and now i shall fulfil the words!

wasted one day shit. actualyl i wasted alot of days playing lan. haiz

k post A (not really cos there's still econs s but) doesn't feel all that great like how i've been imagining it to be. true, yesterday was the most fun activity type day i had like since pre As, but something's feeling wrong.

after physics paper and f maths paper, went down to mechmaster to chiong lan after abstaining for like 1 month yeah, but still no feeling of euphoria... ate with them after lanning at mechmaster at ahzar like we usually do.

tried to study for physics design, but couldn't ya, just a cok paper. so ended up downing a few shots of tzemeng's 2 bucks vodka from vietnam haha, even abstained from alcohol like forever. physics design was cok also, and after that took another swig from kenneth koh's absolute, nice warm fuzzy feeling in that cold weather, but still not happy. played great lan at ginza with classmates, proper gaming session with nice opponents and no one quitting, then went to bman's house for more fun yah. sat around his table while he brought out a whole assortment of different types of alcohol, tried everything while trying to get liuhao drunk again haha, but this time he stayed sober even though he downed quite alot. played mahjong with lots of laughs till late, before bman driving us down to ahzar to send me home as well as going for supper. This must be how it feels like to grow up, having transport and everything. ah sth's wrong.

training in school trashed all the lanning sessions hands down, playing MUCH better than the last time safsa came, where i got trashed cos i couldn't do any shit and not that they were sooo much better than me. sigh. anyway, did a few zai balls during training, and the feeling of fan la-ing, cong qiu-ing, proper topspins, is just inexplicable. played lan again today like for how mother long, but didn't enjoy that much cos of idiotic pple leaving the game halfway and stuff like that, and there was a bloody power blackout halfway.

though it's obvious, the chances don't come, ohwell. muggies for econs s. my english suxors.

was studying/slacking/touchrug/bball the day my headache got slightly better, there goes study plans bah. but b4 i left school, 2 j3s came back, and we started talking about ns and life after RJC (argh can't believe it's been 2 years). based on their basis of ns that everything is "all bluff", and their examples of how ns is "all bluff", haha don't even know now whether i want to put in effort ie try ocs, slack ie clerk, or whatever.

anyway, to all those commandos, haha ggxx. apparantly to nick it's nuts, that everytime you do all the pumping and shit, the only thing that keeps you sane is that this will all end one day(btw the 20 pumping max is crap, all bluff). blah, even ocs sounds damn chiong la, but apparantly you feel more man after coming out of these tekan shit. don't know how one can actually feel more man when you'll have seen your bunkmates, shower mates etc's family jewels when everyone's parading in their various states of undress. the lack of an opposite sex to flaunt their "assets" forcing these nsmen to consider the next best alternative. fighting in bunks just for fun?!? wheee, fast track to gaydom.

anyway, the airborone stuff is damn cool, the commandos being able to like skydive for free. did you know that there are 3 jumpmasters to push you off on your first try? blah, i wanna airborne, but no commando's pls.

i want to expand my army vocab!! everything sounds much more laughable and bearble when you converse in this ecletic mix of hokkien, english, chinese vulgarities.

knn down twenty knn.

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bleah, bloody embarrassing leh, but it’s just us typical jocks :S

kow i really feel like giving you the finger in your face, just that it’s too hard to bring myself look at it. ohwells, i’m afraid i just got spurned

i’m going to kill adrian 2mr in school la... put me in such a gan ga situation. feel damn guilty for like 2 days already sigh. don’t know why, but i’m easily guilted and the feeling lasts... the only good thing about the scholarship talk was the crossiants, tarts, sandwiches or anything on the buffet table. the speakers only reiterated what we already knew through like thousand other scholarship thingys, and they were like reading from a script word for word. even their laughter and facial expressions seemed carefully crafted by Propaganda Pte Limited. quite a waste of time really, should have mugga mugga!

slack day, die. need to study... anyway, morning went to hcjc carnival with don and met up with some juniors and yeehung. walked about, quite sian cos all the pple were j1s and wasn’t quite familiar with them, unlike last year when all the stores were manned by friends haha. the carnival wasn’t really that fun, but i guess it’s actually having that carnival which is important. rj nv has these kinda stuff, hell, we don’t even get time off for getting like 4 times the number of golds the next sch has. anyway, spent most of our time at the HAUNTED HOUSE. the most scary part of it was the queueing... thanks to connections (i seem to live off it and gain lotsa favours, but who’s complaining :P), managed to zip right to the FRONT of the queue which was like mother mother mother super long, pple had been queueing up for like one and half hours to reach halfway la haha. however we managed to get to the front, then was stared at by like everyone, damn paiseh. was damn unlucky to get there when they were changing shift, so we spent like half and hour standing there while everyone stared at us suspiciously... even had an irate mom who went to kb the store pple, but lucky they helped cover by saying we bought tickets damn early liaoz haha, i love corruption. haha more pple like joined us and we had like one whole group of cut-queuers... kow felt damn bad, was damn hum to step out in the open lest lightning strike.

after going inside, was laughing like siao at the pple, giving them tips on how to scare pple later, saying hi to the ghost. then at the last part, i thought finish liaoz, i opened the door and a girl pop out and scream. kow heart popped out. turned out that wasn’t the exit, and this non-hcjc student happily opened the door thinking it was the exit and the end... became damn hum, dunno where the exit, then suddenly this thing drop down in front of me, shit damn scary. haha so worth the free 5 bucks and the super cut queue haha. but still feel damn damn bad :P

went to tchs to train, then trained abit with the juniors. played at pingpangshi, felt damn shuang, the place wher ei spent 4 happy years in. after that went down to suntec with don for the scholarship exhibition which was pretty much useless... there were so little booths and like billions of rj pple there. after sneaking in into the workshop, realised it was a total waste of time, did some DISC personality test and like compared to see what jobs we were suitable for. quite waste of time really... but at one point of time the speaker was giving and analogy. he started asking who watched i, robot. then said if u were at the premier of the movie, and painted a senario. me and don were like sinking into our seats knowing what was to come.. then he continued saying after lining up for damn long, someone just comes and cut your queue... (sinks even lower), how would u react, and ur reaction will determine ur personality.... kow haha, i’m the queue cutter! sian.

bleah, melo ate my my long post about judo finals oh well. might as well, or else might have pissed off pple. psyched up to study liaoz.

two months to prelim and still freakishly having fun. it nv strikes how impt an exam is till u have too little time for it, unfortunately. ditto for last year’s promos, where it was until quite late before i realised how screwing up my promos would cut off a path to an overseas university and stuff like that, then chao pia, so quite lucky i managed to smoke pass it. forward 7 months (so fast?!?) now i’m staring at prelims and the evil thing called expected grades. damnit, have to use "expected grades" to do uni applications and stuff like that, and reputation with teachers aren’t well, spetecular. noticed that only rj teachers don’t take a fancy to my brand of aptitude towards studies, that’s why they sucks :P jkjk, but dunno, well, tchs teacher have a greater tolerance level i guess haha. 2 months, now chao pia, testimonial... well take one thing at a time.

apart from the bane called studies, weekends after common tests have been damn fun! lets see, um friday after last paper, went to town with classmates for lunch, before heading to watch spiderman2. but since i planned to watch it with don and yh, so didn’t watch, but went to borders to bum (again). haha bumming in borders is interesting due to a large collection of reference books, encyclopedias and wide range of comics (i only meant the last one), and foxtrot is mother hilarious, and i guess a rj j2 sitting on the carpet of the children’s section of borders cradling a comic book giggling uncontrollably can only do wonders to the flagging reputation of rjc being "mugger". after they finished the movie, went to brandon’s house to play again... given a house like that, i would charge admission to anyone who crashes lor, but since he’s the nice guy that he is, we got to play lan, pool, xbox etc etc free of charge haha. played pool for dunno how long both with py and alone, played xbox and stuff, kow damn shuang. especially after a screwed up common test paper (refer to previous post on f maths teachers and their sudden fetish for animals equipped with wings, read: flying geese).

saturday was fun too, going for training in rj, then fang qiu like nuts haha. shit my defense is getting better than attack, damn screwed, need to train. after that we went to scotts food court to eat despite my gripes about how expensive food in town is. but knowing the extent of disposable income table tennis girls posseses, i guess a measly setback of ten bucks on a bowl of noodles would mean NOTHING. nvm, then go scotts, look for table to sit.. then yh jokingly mentioned crystal jade restaurant, note jokingly. financially advantaged tabletennis (FAT) girls took full advantage of this suggestion and next thing i knew i was gorging on sumptious la mian and xiaolongbaos. k i exaggerate bout the gorging part; paltry monies in pocket meant just two of those precious flour coated juicy meat balls, but hey, who’s complaining? :P anyway, 10 dollars poorer/totally broke (which ever sounds better), we went to engage in totally free activities like reading guiness world records in kino, gaping at gigantic waistlines (i mean the 3.6m one, not the girls’), anatomically well-endowned females, too well endowned i must add (kow 48V... V!!) etc. but things got boring and so went home after that. i think went to play pool with don at night. haha fun.

sunday, after playing for choir, went to town to look for yh to watch spiderman2. kow rocks lor, all the action and stuff. was expecting some angsty superhero show where the superhero gives up like almost everything so that he can get his crotch compressed in unbelievably tight spandexes, but in the end admist the zai effects, there were lotsa happy endings and stuff whee. so not that bad. bum around with yh abit more then went home to try and sleep, in preperation for Greece vs Portugal! (not that the match later didn’t provide adequte and condusive environment to). met nihkil chethan and siva in town at ten, haha they couldn’t recognise me :P i thought we were going to gabriel’s house, and the place we reached looked alot like where kemmy’s house was la, then i realised that the place is where her house is haha. reminded me of the time i went to chernise’s house and found the surrounding spookingly familiar before realising kenneth’s house was down the road. anyway found out it was ravin’s house, and spent quite some time playing winning eleven and watching some horrifying/amusing/zai videos in his house. after that we set off to gn’s house, taking half and hour to walk there. bought a small bottle of black cat and f&n orange juice for bartender chethan to hit us with the shots. we were walking into gabriel’s house laced with guilt for bringing the evil alcohol into his sanctuary and defiling it, before we saw the (dunno what russian name) vodka half opened sitting on his table! it belonged to the j3 and j4s who were there to watch the match too, and we fully understood the marked difference between j2s and j4s, which was as marked as the difference between our puny black cat and the ginormous vodka bottle. anyway, the match was so boring we drank to entertain ourselves, and soon after the alcohol kicked in, lame jokes were flying all over the place...

"hey do you support greece?"
"yeah"
"so are u greek?"

i hearby offer my blanket for comfort, damn cold, but i guess it was black cat talking and it made even the lamest thing sound funny. oh, and us chinese became racially abused by the abnormal concentration of mamas in the room haha. nothing much on the match, except that after that, tried to get some sleep to no avail no thanks to chethan’s blasting of heavy metal music. left for home early int he morning, only to oversleep to bukit batok sigh. tried to sleep 2 hours before heading down to CMPB to have my ears rechecked. knn... made me wait bloody long even though my appointment is at 2 pm and i was punctual la. dunno wasted 2 hours sitting around when actual consultation was like 15 mins tops. but after that went home, and prepared to go for the class dinner after that at turf city..

me and py went into turf city first to book seats, but since there weren’t much pple on the monday, we brought the rest of the class in. wha kow, damn lot of pple went lor, like 15 at first, before brandon and aman came. edwin complained of distance, justified cos pasir ris i reckon require a passport to be admitted into, while adrian was slaving and offering his house for another class 14A for their class bbq. retribution would be inflicted on him. super fun and shuang, kept eating prawns (again) and seafood, again and again, with solid class bonding over spurting butter and chared carbon otherwise known as chilli chicken. after all 17 of us were there, liuhao extracted this bottle of red wine and all of us quaffed the little bit of wine to great enthusiasm, other than stirring up our spirits, it stirred our interest in spirits (alcohol i mean, dunno how to spell, argh i can’t pun!). liuhao’s crazy insisting of all the guys downing one mug of beer each time with "gan!" meant some of them got tipsy and red faced. but was damn fun la, all the talking, confession tribunes etc. s02a is one crazy class, can’t believe we’re engine haha.

so much to write, well was late for my first day of sch. shite.

mutter, common tests are gone. really want to make me drop s paper like that... y’know, watching too much euro does actually screw up body clock, studying schedule, and everything related to common tests for that matter. tried something called consistant studying throughout the holidays, and the only consistant thing about that was

blah, having fun these few days when i should be MUGGING, then go to school to MUG, end up slacking quite alot... so much for no distractions. ahhh got TABLE TENNIS training!! like how fun la...

got table tennis chalet coming up, if i don’t start studying the next few days will just be play lor... then my results also play play liaoz. shit. must mug...

nicely done pic by yh.

handball is damn fun, lalala. blah wasted one period in school playing handball instead of studying :( shrek was damn funny, but couldn’t laugh it out when there’s like soooo little pple in the cinema, quite paiseh, so didn’t enjoy it as much as i could. oh well.