Thursday, January 24, 2008

Woohoo. Best day of the week, maybe month, or even year. Made my wish come true my cutting botak. Feelings damn wired using the shampoo now. What's there to wash? Hmm. But that's not the best part. Guess wad I ate for breakfast/lunch. Kuay Chap+Ramily+Drumstick. It was freaking awesome.

Posted by Retard at 12:16 PM

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

There is something wrong with Cedar uniform. It attracts me very much. It must be made from some kind of material with magnetic property. Ooo, they look so good.

Posted by Retard at 10:51 PM

Ooo...Just received.

Instructors photo.

Posted by Retard at 10:47 PM

Monday, January 21, 2008

I'm so looking forward to cutting botak man. Going army soon. Not really afraid of the army. What I'm afraid of would be the man I'll become during and just after that. Girls will start hating me. Ya, those childish people start tagging me "they already hate you..haha.." Come on!! You know, seriously, I kind of hate childish people. I don't mind people acting childishly, I do. I just don't like people thinking childishly. I afraid I'll become what I hate. Sigh...

If you don't believe me, talk to me few weeks later. So hope that I'm wrong.

Posted by Retard at 11:29 PM

Friday, January 18, 2008

Ok now. Ask you a question before I start. Do I look like a 28 year old malay? Cause my kids do think so. They actually asked me, quoting every single word, "Ni shi bu shi ma lai ren". My face was literally -.-

Finally back from my camp man. This is by far the worst camp I've ever been to. Not because of Richard, definitely not because of the kids; but because I did not pack my slippers into the bag before setting of. I can safely say that for 90% of the entire 3 day camp, my shoes are wet in either mud or water. Imagine wearing that pair of wet shoes around for 3D2N. Its...well, 6 blisters on my feet. Placed my climacool shoes to the test. It dried pretty well the 1st night under the fan but quite badly for the second in the canteen.

Wa, 1st day; really si bei jialat. I mean what I say man. Kenna taro my Richard jialat jialat seh. So much so that I had nightmares on the 1st night. Its really crazy. Wha lau, the fear that builds up when you see him walking towards you with that usual face or when you hear him suddenly shouting out your name ah. Fueyo. The heart don't jump out from your mouth, it literally burst on the spot man. No kidding. He's way of working is quite like Charles but his firepower... Don't ever play punk. I've learnt something from Richard that most guys will also do during Army in this camp. That is to lan lan suck tumb. When he explodes at junior instructors, nod your head, say ok to whatever things then go right your wrong. Or your fellow instructors will have a hard time collecting your body. Did I tell you that I was interviewed my him alone? But after saying so much, I would very much still want him supervising. Cause after getting scolded once, enough to wake you up and become some imba crazy kid in camp man. Would you want to work in a organization with no jeng hu?

Another thing I learnt was that if you can perform up to a certain standard, use your mouth. Smoke. I know I did not do that well for day 1 and might only hit expectation in day 2, the only thing I could do is to give a grand closing during debrief.

My kids were great. But my brain too small, can't remember their names very well. My ice-breaking game wasn't done really well to. Poor kids. Got me as their instructor. TOO BAD. It might be the class but the kids seem to know respect. Looks as if, for this class, I cut them some slack and they will not let me down. Seems like I need to learn more unique cheers. Koped underwear cheer and my toilet bowl cheer doesn't seem to be enough.

Great bunch of people and awesome working experience. Ever notice I've never brought up anything about the pay? Junior Instructor. Can't complain.

Secret character unlocked. This is stunning. Same school with me for two years and I've never seen her before. The best thing is that she's in track and I'm always watching track people train during my training. Hmm...weird.

Posted by Retard at 3:19 PM

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Beer Night!!!

Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer!

I've got a scar and a beer belly. I'm a MAN.

PS: Photos were taken using the 1st made mega pixel phone. Still looking good.

Posted by Retard at 9:50 PM

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Finally found someone who can...How do I put it...Compete with me in Chinese. Wo bu hui jia hua yu.

Did my DISC profiling today. Turns out that I tend to expect a lot from my close friends and family. Of course I do. I need people to cover my back; friends who would stand up with me every time I bang the table. But sad to say, I'm not really surrounded my people like this right now. I've got friends who would just sit there and and look blankly while I start a fight. Ok, I don't really blame them if their in Sec 1, but at the age 17? Oh man, hopeless wimp. I would gladly trust my time with them, but never my life. If I ever got hit on the battlefield, I think the ladies would do a better job pulling my sorry ass out of there.

What a disappointment.

Posted by Retard at 9:53 PM

I burnt my face and my shoulder freaking hurts. -.- Gotta stand down for at least 24h.

-end-

LOL

I've unlocked 2 more secret character. Cool. Do dancers all wear the same thing? I know two and both wears the same thing on dance day. Cargo pants (basically long pants) and two layers of top. Strange.

Posted by Retard at 12:00 AM

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Pretty ladies are like the sun. Gone when I'm there. Can I get a refund from the sports council if there's no sun when I'm swimming? Before I left the sun damn big, once I step into the pool it when to sleep. When I say pretty, they are chio from far without me wearing glasses.

I lost to a girl in freestyle. First time losing to someone in freestyle man. How to control lane like this. But she swam freestyle. Very attractive. Hard to find one that actually swims. Most just do a few breaststrokes then suntan. Boring people.

Posted by Retard at 4:48 PM

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Alright, this is a picture of my closet.

1st glance, tell me what's wrong. Every time I open the doors that birthday present is always in my face. Oh man, 80B, who can where. NB next time give typical Asian size can. At least can pass to someone in my family.

Posted by Retard at 7:39 PM

Great discovery. If you find someone damn beautiful, freaking gorgeous, try to stare at her photo for more than 10 seconds. You will definitely find some fault with her face; be it eye bags too bag, large dark eye rings or uneven teeth.

If you don't, maybe because she's sweet, knows ballet, plays the piano, plays the drum, drop physics, takes bio and chem and likes older guys, plays around a little (tell me, who doesn't? Thoes guys just can't let go...), 100% lady, every men's dream girl, every lady's idol, has sunshine smile and a true goddess; or maybe you just have to stare harder.

Posted by Retard at 7:20 PM

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

I'm sitting down here feeling really bored. Really really bored. Also, I sitting here watching my friends, one by one, marching on to their lives of slavery while counting whatever pathetic days I have left before being dragged down the same path. On the contrary, I'm looking forward to shaving my head. It'll be freaking cooling, just like installing an air-con on my head. I can finally feel the breeze running through my hair, what hair?!, head I meant.

Oh, 1 more complaint. Freaking miserable pay of $400. COME ON!! I very sure taxpayers had done better than that! When was the last time they've done volunteer work. Doing community service with a price ya...Go on, fight corruption. Its more important than feeding your sons.

Posted by Retard at 1:16 AM

Monday, January 07, 2008

Who's dumb idea is it to go for op? Mine. But whose dumb idea is it to go for op in dec? Right, mine too. My breaststroke is like a freaking snail man. Freestyle? Like a rock. Can't even swim freestyle. How to claim lane now? Only old man gets the right to swim slowly. My territory is gone. Sigh...

Posted by Retard at 8:53 PM

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Ever had the kind of dream where you went back to the past meeting all your friends and try telling them their 'future' but obviously to no avail. The excitement and thrill you have is enough to kill you in your dreams.

I had it twice. First one I went back to sec2 or 1. Not really sure. I only remember seeing some seniors telling them where would they go after Os. Next I went back even further. Everything looks old and I don't recognize anyone.

These dreams are freaking awesome. Really enjoyed my secondary school life man. Every single year of it.

Memories.

Posted by Retard at 10:02 PM

Haha. Loads of pictures to share. But before I do anything, I shall cover my ass by putting

just in case some kids start saying "This guy is a pervert" or "How unfortunate you are to be in the same class as him" blah blah. Fed up with those kind of nonsense.

Oh, if you have a sony ericsson W850i, you can take these pics as your wallpaper. It fits swee swee.

That's all folks.

Oh ya. I more thing before I go. I shall label tomorrow swimming day. Who wants to swim? I bet no one can see this few lines.

Posted by Retard at 8:52 PM

Thursday, January 03, 2008

The feeling is damn irritating. I wanna talk. I'm tempted to talk. But I know that I'll get ignored. But my fingers still wanna talk. But my ego says not to talk. But if I don't talk I can sleep. But my pride is tying my fingers together. So in the end I'm not talking even though I wanna talk. Maybe I should do what Daniel says...

:☻: NERF :☺: Walking Personification of Masculine Perfection says:
Hey...I wanna eat you.

But the advice comes from Daniel. So I must not heed.

Posted by Retard at 9:40 PM

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

My heart bleeds every time I put my wallet to the machine. One beep. Crap. Growing up sucks. I want my two sounds back!!!

After watching Home Alone again, I found that the boy(Kevin) isn't that mischievous. Can't really blame him. He's surrounded by a family of jerks.

I think my brain is not functioning well. While withdrawing money few days ago, I kept thinking of my pin. Kept reciting it but I din know what was I keying. Just like closing my eyes.

Posted by Retard at 11:04 PM

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Me and yan yan seh. Very close seh.
The reason I din put pics of the rest is that we are freaking far apart!!-.- But they all have one thing in common. They all love my body~