today.
hello.
Went for a friendly with Fairfield at Singapore Poly today. HAHA. Guess what? Their students STEAL. :O Yep, me bag got stolen along with RuiChen and Soapy. 4 other Poly doods also had their notebooks taken.
Being so broad hearted and kind and all that nonsense, I'm desperately trying not to dislike their entire school because of a few people, and its awfully hard considering how unhelpful their student centre and security was. I wrote a message for them on Facebook, but I don't think anyone will see it, because hey, its okay! THEY ARE AS OBLIVIOUS AS THEIR ___________. The manager says its common to have things stolen and missing there, I'm quite surprised that they openly admit stuff like that about their school to random strangers who call in. Mmmmm.... I think a bunch of us have identified the guy. But not me unfortunately, I was kinda thinking that I could slap the person who took my things.
I LOST A CRAPLOAD OF STUFF OKAY. Anyway why me? I mean, yeah I'm unlucky et cetera et cetera, but my bag was in the MIDDLE of a mountain of other bags. Why can't that tooty person just take the side bags? And take the bags of people with understanding mothers?!?!? WHY??!?! Even in stealing, people can be so insensitive. DAMN. One minute its there, the next it isn't. Ha. Ha. They're hilarious. Now I think I know why Ngee Ann Poly has a higher student population. To think I'm leaving for another freaking overseas thingy and I actually need my bag. Thanks for being so knowing Singapore Poly. Oh oops, Aspergers Syndrome again, take my words seriously dears.
I know, its just a bunch of people who are like THAT. I sincerly believe and hope that majority of the Singapore Poly student popultaion are kind and honest beings who actually have stuff to do like studying (that's why they go to school) besides taking things that don't belong to them. Well, I guess I will get my bag back, since MY SENIORS (not the school) actually called the police in, from 2 police people, it became 6 people:O But I think its because the case involved notebooks and stuff. Does that mean that the police are frequently called in? Since the dear manager mentioned that stealing and dissappearences of things are extremely common. Wouldn't it be more convenient to just locate a police post there specially for Singapore Poly then? I think their 'crime rate' would have a drastic drop if they did, and the police there would actually have something to do besides eating donuts like those cops in movies. Oh I know, they could also set up a Donut Factory branch too.
See how the economy and crime rate of Singapore would improve if these things happened? I thank Singapore Polytechnic for their contributions made to Singapore, as these also add into my daily well-being and comfort.
Thank you for nurturing such marvelous pupils who are able to greatly improve the lives of everyone. I thank you, so,
Thank you.
Not.
BOOOOOO~
joseph feng's a prick
I''MMMMMMM BAAAACCCKK:D
HELLOOOO~
I'm back from Nam Viet/ Viet Nam. Tired. Jet Laggy. Internet deprived:O Thus, I HAVE RETURNEDDDDDD! BWAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH:DDDDDDDDDDD
Well, during the span of the entire trip, the thing about VietNam that stood out the most was the COLD. Yeah, its kinda hard to imagine that Vietnam could actually be cold. So, you can imagine, I was kinda caught by surprise by the coldness, and yes, I freezed much. TWEEEEE <3
And the first hotel was really awesome:) Its called something something Metropole:D And they had that weirdish walkthrough scanning thing at airports and stuff, but turns out that was only because the dunno who President of France was there. Bummer much. Buuuuut, I <3 THEIR TOILETS TTM:D It was really cool and fancy and there was this ginormous mirror (which was awesome for camwhoring) and they even had bath salt, which no one know's the usage of. HA. HA. And the breakfast was O_o. It was kinda..... 7 course-ish. URGH....
THEN, we JUST HAD TO transfer to another hotel ): And this one, I have no idea what it was called:/// I was freaked by this hotel, and was convinced that it was haunted. BECAUSE
1) There was a BIBLE about the teachings of Buddha.
2) There was this funny ticking sound that kept moving from one place to another.
3) The cupboard thing was practically oozing eerie feelings.
So, I completely refused to enter the toilet to shower. And thus, I didn't shower for 2 days, which honestly wasn't that gross because the weather was cold and I didn't sweat. Luckily, I finally gave in and showered, and guess what, I scalded myself with the idiotic hot water.
DUMDUMDEDYDUMDUMDUM:D
Okay. Feeling really jet laggy and hungry and lazy, so TIDDLE TIDDLE DOO~
Unpacked, Ready to leave.
Good afternoon.
Ah, I'm leaving for Vietnam, Hanoi tomorrow, and I'm not exactly all packed up, and fizzling with excitement, spewing rainbows of joy nonsense. I kinda hate travelling.
OKAY. So I will be away from the kiasu civilisation for lets say, 5 days? Lol I don't know. I hope I enjoy myself there... Oh but anyways, I just experienced a burst of historical memories when I heard Vietnam and Hanoi.
Vietnam used to be called Nam Viet in the past, and Hanoi is pronounced Ha Noi and not Hanoi. When I first found out, I was kinda, WAH. Sensitive much. Seriously, its not my fault I don't say sentences with a pause after every word. It. Would. Be. Kinda. Like. This. Wouldn't. It. Eww.
Pocky asked me to get him something from there, and at THAT point of time, I wasnt actually planning to give him crickets or whatever, until he said 'But don't get me crickets'. And thus he instilled that idea in my head.
BUT CHILLAX, I'm not hauling a bagfull of crickets back home.
TODAY. AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. I think its coming back.
Whew. Today felt really short.
Twas out of the house from 11? to 4 plus plus minus plus minus minus:P and it felt like about t2 hours only.... ):
HMM. My mom dragged me out of the house to go to Takashimaya with her. And I could actually have been lazing around the house, screwing around with facebook and such, but she totally had to tempt me with the awesome Espirit, and stuff like that. Gar. So I went anyway.
Well, dear mommy had this $128 haircut voucher at some fancy schmancy salon called something something Robinsons or Robinsons something something. YEP. Note: quote, 'fancy schmancy' Woah, seriously it was this really scarring experience going there. Firstly, they had INDIVIDUAL Haircut Room things, but I guess those are for the exclusive use of people who ACTUALLY PAY. But even the un-exclusive ones only had 4 chairs per section. They had drink menus that served you free stuff by WAITERS. And the staff totally creep me out. They dress like they can afford not to work, and the youngster staff people stared at me like 'woah, you totally can't afford this place'. So I was pretty desperate, and I tried to befriend this old lady staff person - the only one who did NOT freak me out:P Okay, after let's say, about 10 hours, the eternal haircut session finally ended, and I practically sprinted out of the place. It really seemed forever, I mean I could finish reading a CHINESE book. CHINESE! It was freaky TTM. I REFUSE TO GO NEAR THERE EVER AGAIN.
Then I realised how hungry I was. So mommy and I went to find something to eat. We wanted to go to Seoul Garden or something like that, but turns out they only have BBQ things which I so happened to not feel like eating, so we went to this nice Cantonese place, which was otherwise freezing. And we ate. The end. It was really filling though, we even had to da pao.
Okay. After getting really full or un-messed up, Mommy wanted to go to the shopping place's golf section. Then she started poking at some drivers which are basically clubs with ginormous heads, and babbling about really weird numbers with this salesperson dood. She tried out the drivers at the testing room, which was AGAIN freezing. The testing room is prettaye fun. And I had a go at trying out the 10 metre long club. And I think my swing gave Salesman Dood a pretty good idea of how long I haven't played, which kinda resulted in him giving me The Look of Disgust. EWW.
Uhh. Next stop was Adidas -> Puma -> Kappa (which I thought sounded like Ha Kau which we ate for lunch) -> Converse. And we didn't get anything from anywhere except the last stop.
Mom looked at the stuff there, then looked at me in this really odd manner. And I was kinda freaking out. Then she made me try on, say, about a 100 shirts, while she herself went to DKNY to get some, in my opinion, ahmah clothes. So I went into the changing rooms for about a gazillion times, and there were some salesperson people outside talking about A levels and what not. Then when I went out for the last time, some Saleperson Lady practically cornered me, and said kinda evilly 'Is it OK?' in Chinese. And I was like SHOCK HORROR. STARE. STARE. 'UHH...' EDGE AWAY... EDGE AWAY. RUNNNN!!!! I think I freaked her out. Ennn.... In the end I managed to haul away some nice stuff from Converse:D
Oh but they had tags attached to the clothes that said 'Any raw or unfininished edges or patterns that may unfurl or fray during washing or wearing is totally intentional'. In my opinion, I think its an an excuse of defected products, just to shirk responsibility, or reducing possibility of returning products to them. HMM. I guess I dislike shopping. The feeling of embarrasement is really scarring.
Oh, DKNY WAS FUNNAYE. The stuff they sell are really kinda similar, and aunty-ish. So throughout my stay in the store, I was trying not to laugh. And guess what, their stuff is totally overpriced, the cheapest thing was 99 bucks:O In the end, Mommy bought a 200 buck shirt thing, which before discount would have been about, say 500 bucks? And I was WOAH when I found out:) But she should take it as a treat, for being a coolio mommy:D
When we came back home, the maid was ironing stuff. And Mom was briefing her on her latest EXPENSIVE shirt and stuff. And, the maid JUST HAD to show dear mommy her newly ironed other expensive shirt that had a new hole in it from a fantabulous ironing job. What to say, mommy just got really pissed and started going on and on and on and on for about an hour I think. WOAH.
Yeah okay. Long story. The End.
Goodbye.
WHEE <3
Helllo:D
I had squash. And guitar today. GAH.
Squash as usual, was kinda, normal I guess. We kinda played basketball, and I guess it was fun besides the fact that SOME PEOPLE were just so sour, and grumpy about supposed 'bias'. Many people (including myself) got hit in the face by violent people, and it was prettaye scary, and scarry, well scarring if you wanna demonstrate linguistic accuracy. But whatever right? HAHA. Conclusion: I hate basketball.
Yeah, sure its a pretty hasty final decision or whatnot, but after what happened today, its understandable.
1) Open air courts --> Hot like anything
2) Its basketball, non stop running up and downnnnn. NON STOP.
3) VIOLENCE:O I got hit in the eye thing, and LingLang asked me if I needed an eye mask, to which I responded 'Ha. Ha.'
4) Petty opponents, results in distancing relationships.
GAH. See my agony?
OKHAAAYY. Next - Guittarrrrrrrrr..
Great, had to go see Andrea slash Helen. Up to now, JingWens and I still don't know her name, so we made up 2 posssible names for her, and you know, either of the names is actually hers. WOAH. As usual, she was dressed emo/goth. Black, impossibly dark circle things around her eyes which I THINK is makeup. Today, Jingwens said her hair looked so Japanese, which I do kinda agree with. And she said she was tired due to lack of sleep. Hello? Everyone today is tired! Fatigue is the hallmark of the 21st century. So is caffeine, and virtually-related things, and being busy. And she also declined my Spicy Chips, because apparently her pimples would break out. Sheesh, its uncool to get pimples due to stress. Its in to freak out all the time and still look pretty:)
Oh, and the 'spicy' chips, quote, 'distinguishes men from boys' and Jingwens said it should be 'distinguishes boys from men' because the magnitude of spiciness of chips were rather weenie-ish. That was, until I came to the bottom part of the bag. Manufacturers don't really distribute the spiciness evenly do they? But anyway, the bottom part was still okay enough. So I guess according to TwistiesTM, I'm a man. But according to Jingwens, I'm a boy. Fair enough.
Okay. Edward Sannomongoliablahblahblahmacaronifirewxtinguisherchewymacaroni was lame as usual. He doesn't get our intellectual jokes, and just pretends to laugh like he understands. And sometimes, he answers un-intellectually. Which is lame, but what's new? We learnt a new song, by some guy who sounds German, and Jingwens apparently is against him. Yeah, it was really weirdish, because the POWER CHORD (which is something new I learnt) had to be pressed, yet barred at the same time, so it was kinda WOAH! I have no idea what I'm pressing.
In the middle of the lesson, Edward Sanno received a call. We bet it was Valentina Girlfriend, and then he went out of the otherwise freezing room to talk to her. Then he came in for about 5 seconds to tell us he had to get something and asked us if we had fiddled with his guitar (which we had not), and left for the next 5 minutes. But he was really just outside talking. And I tried to eavesdrop by opening the door, but he was satanding in his Edward pose, and just stared at me, so I freaked out and closed the door.
GAR. Edward calls us 'nerds' and 'small kids', which actually is kinda cute, NOT, because in fact he's the lame one. Like he believed that The Beatles, and Electrico came to our school to perform. And Jingwens and I just started cracking up after that. But I guess that's pretty normal, because isn't it just kinda crack-up-able. Nope, wasn't a question. Maybe only someone as thick as our dear friend Eddy will believe that rather far fetched story. No offense. BUT, his guitar skills are awesome. Its those something-good-to-make-up-for-the-bad-points kinda thing.
Then, when the lesson was over, he was walking out the corridor, when the Electrico drummer came out from another room, so it was like Electrico drummer dood in front, Edward Cullen, then Jingwens and I. And you know, Electrico drummer dood and dear Eddy looked exactly the same. They were wearing the same thing - some black shirt thing and jeans. Just that Electrico dood was a lot taller and thinner and had longer and lion-ny hair. So we kinda a made a guess that Eddy was wannabe Electrico dood, because Electrico dood is kinda famous and all for his band making this impossible song for National Day. Poor Eddy.
Okie dokey. That is all.
Goodbye. *LISTENING COMPREHENSION'S DING SOUND*
The first week of holidays~
Sigh. Today's Sunday. GAH. The first week of the holidays are kinda counted as over. HMN. And...according to *DRUMROLL*
~LATEST SINGAPOREAN BOOK OF HOLIDAY RULES~
, It's time to get started on holiday homework. SHEESH. Its the END OF YEARS yo! NO ONE has EVER heard of holiday homework at the END OF YEARS. Its just frustrating... The homework is meant for next year okhaaay. What if.... what if new students transferred in next year?? HUH?! HUH?! Or even, students transferring OUT (because they can't bloody stand the school) ?? What are they going to do then ?!?!?
I know this post is really lame and all, not structured argument or whatever, but WHO FREAKING CARES?!?!
Conclusion: This school is WACK.
OH BTW, FEED MY FISH:D THE GREEN ONE IN PARTICULAR. THE BLACK ONES BULLY IT ):
THAT TIRED FEELING.
Hello. Again.
I'm feeling tired. Its just that feeling you get once in a while, when you want to flop down on a pillow, sleep, and never wake up. BUT, you know you obviously can't, so you just stick to listening heavy metal, or consuming caffeine. Something along those lines I guess ://
Personally I feel that kinda sucks TTM. Maybe, we weren't blessed enough to be bornt and living in the 21st century. But you know, if we're coolio enough to be using blogs nowadays, there's this really high chance of us being bornt in the super late 20th century. Sometimes I wish, that I could just live in the era I was bornt in. Life would be SO AWESOME. The population of cocoa beans then wouldn't have been so drastically low.
In today's time era period whatever-you-call-it, everyone is JUST so busy, and busted. We're all expected to be wired for efficiency, which I feel results in our, well, wired-ness. We don't have time to sleep without worrying about something or another. We don't have time to be sick. We don't have time to eat. We just simply don't have time for anything except around the clock, nonstop, 24/7 work. SHEESH. Let's say if you're a kid in school. I don't know about you, but everything is uber competitive. I honestly do NOT have time to be absent from school, or daydream in class, or slack at home slash or even after school hours. I've tried, believe me. And guess what? YOU CAN LOSE OUT ALOT ON BEING ABSENT. Therefore, my advice to you - don't be.
And, if you're an adult or whatever, you workplace is like this impossibly ever competitive war arena or something. With the current un-awesome economic situation the world's facing, you know you can totally be doomed anytime. Doesn't that just make you so cranky and SO.... so... so...I don't know, tired? But here's the catch - you don't know it, until you actually start thinking about it, which is probably seldom, yeah? Well, maybe I'm not really that experienced with worklife and all, but if I were to compare it with school life, its pretty much the same, just alot less, well, worky/officey, I think....
Look at all the third world countries. What is your initial feelings for the people living there? Disdain? Sympathy? But if you take the time to reflect more deeply, don't you find that they DO in fact have all the time in the world? Sure, their living conditions aren't really that fantastic as compared to ours, but surely, they can actually ENJOY LIFE. This is actually kinda ironic-ish, because if you note the, quote, 'take the time to reflect more deeply', realise that most of us would rather not waste time doing so. But, isnt' the whole point of life to enjoy it? You see in sappy essays and whatnot all of these thingamijigs, so why aren't we following, why aren't we conforming to, I don't know, somewhat propaganda? Ahh.
The thing is, when humans first appeared on the surface of earth from God knows what, there weren't any politics, or human problems such as pollution and whatever. Mother Nature or God Himself didnt invent those things, and ordered humans to follow did they? So WHY? Why in the world have we 'invented' those? Its pretty unnecessary. Its not as if other planets have governments, or even life forms for that matter. It just so happens that we are lucky enough to actually be living on a planet, and not non existent in who knows where...
But anyway, that's kinda off topic. I think the 21st century sucks, no offense to whoever who cares. Unfortunately, my lame and stupid reasoning slash argument doesn't really matter. I guess human beings are just going to continue working like robots, and working, and working. Becauseeeee..... we JUST have to outsmart and outshine others for the sake of doing so, not caring about our personal welfare and even the welfare of others.
Sooooooo, lets paste an artificial smile on our faces, pretend that everything is OK even though everyone honestly experiences agony within, and develop a cunning tendency essential in overtaking others with regards to every bloody thing possible, BECAUSE, HEY! WE HAVE TO:D It doesn't matter its just so damned hard to relax nowadays, nothing matters does it? We're all fine, happy to work, and shine economically, politically and such:) We ABSOLUTELY LOVE our current lives:D
Post sleep hangoevers.....
Good morning dears.
You know the feeling you get when you just wake up with this horrible impossible ginormous hangover, and at that moment you want the biggest cup of coffee on earth for Christmas? YEP, that's what I'm feeling right now. HEY, but I guess its kinda my fault for deciding to bunk in with my mom last night.
Firstly, the TV. Late night TV actually. I was going to sleep at, say 12.30 but my dear mommy just had to watch some random golf show thing on Channel 5... And guess what? She didn't! She totally fell asleep with the TV on. Soooo, it was like this. The TV played on and on and on for who knows how long ): And I do remember being woken up constantly by it, I think I was actually watching CSI Miami at some point of time. Thank God, when I finally took the iniciative to just get up and turn the blooooody TV off. HAHA:D I totally displayed an awesome moral value of whatever you call it, which no one really gives a (censored) about. Just let me bathe in self-glory okayyyy...
Next - The fannn.... Usually I sleep in air con, or whatever crap they call it nowadays, but I don't exactly mind the fan. Problem is, guess who's getting in the way of me and the fan's breeze? DING DING DING! BINGO! Dear mommy. So, I constantly could NOT sleep due to the sudden blockage of cooling provisions. Yeah yeah whatever.
As if it weren't bad enough. Somewhere in the morning, some random ugly-sounding alarm just HAD to ring in ascending audibilities. On and on and on and on.... I think it rang like 2 times, if i remember accurately enough. And I was actually willing to turn it off - if not for the fact that I didn't know where it came from... :O So, being so open hearted, I just decided to bear with it, and attempt to fall asleeeeeeepppp...........
YEAH OK. I guess it would have been one of the most horrible nights in my life. Tonight, I'm going back to my own room. Done.
STEREOTYPICAL-NESS OF THE WORLD
HELLO.
The internet is kinda loading uber UBER slowly, its getting on my nerves. GAHHHH.'
Okay anyway, I'm here to talk about why the world is SO FREAKING stereotypical. HAR. HAR. That kinda also leads to the topic of
1) The world being predictable
2) The world being judjmental
3) The world being so misunderstood
Dammit I hate this. Its so... so... phsychologically-related, and I can't do that for nuts.
With regards to the world being predictable, I kinda realise how simple life would be if everyone had the metality of a 5 year old kid. Okay - maybe not. Regardless of whether the world consists of lifeforms no older than 5 OR NOT, it seems that everyone's behavioral and emotional and whatnot performance is kinda predictable-ish. I don't know. Maybe its just me. But only still being in a schooling environment, the people around me just seem to have this disgusting attitude of a freaking kid-brat-whatever you call it. Not only that. As I believe I mentioned earlier, their, quote, 'behavioural and emotional and whatnot performance is kinda predictable-ish'. You can completely tell what they're thinking, what they'll do, what they'll NOT do, et cetera. Basically stuffs like that. I mean, yeah its awesome to know what they're thinking and stuff, but DON'T THEY FREAKING KNOW THAT ..... Nevermind. Won't rant about it.
OKAY. Next. Doesn't anyone feel a little judged once in a while. Well, if you haven't, it just means that you're palpable-ishly full of an air of self-conceit, or you wallow in your own puddle of self-conceit, OR, mayabe you're not really that self-conceited, but just freakishly, abnormaly awesome. Anyway, if you DO feel judged, welcome to the club. That just means you either suck (depending on how often you feel judged) OR you're just normal. Congratulations:DDD
Anyway, constantly being surrounded in a group of unbelievably bimbo-ish bimbos, smuts and people like that (BTW, I totally had to refrain myself from calling them 'idiots'), I honeslty CANNOT connect with them. Its IMPOSSIBLE, seriously. Everyday when I see them, I can't help thinking to myself, 'Why in the world are they so impossibly messed up??' Its truly freaky. HARHAR. Anyway, just to be truthful, I myself have been judged many MANY MANNNNYYYY times by human beings around me. Most of them label me as either 'tau' or 'emo'. Like, what the hell is 'tau'. Can't they just speak English? OR MAYBE, its some insulting vulgarity in a secret code language so i DON'T KNOW. Well, for the record, I KNOW KNOW. So, ha. Ha. Maybe if I really were 'tau' or emo, I probably wouldn't mind being so called 'popular' for those characteristics, but I don't exactly feel that way. I can't possibly be 'tau' or emo (which by the way they probably don't know means 'emotional')! Well, my closer group of friends don't exactly call me that. So maybe, if those quote, 'bimbo-ish bimbos, smuts and people' don't know me that well, because vice versa, I don't feel they have the right to just permanently label me as such. The current impression they have of me is called a SURFACE IMPRESSION. They should go learn it.
But hey, I'm not that loser-ish really, I honestly don't give a crap about what they think of me. Its just the 'privileges' or 'attention' that accompanies someone who's known as someone NOT 'tau' or emo. Okay, lets give an example. Being in a sports CCA, my name is constantly forgotten to be listed for matches. And guess what? I'M THE ONLY ONE FORGOTTEN. Eveytime that happens, which is quite often really, it kinda hurts, as if I'm really unimportant. Its like I don't belong there, they don't welcome me, you know. Its not as if I'm the worst player or anything. Isn't it really really really unfair? Its just so.... DISGUSTING. Its really irks me to the core. GAR.
Okay. Whatever. I'll just end off with this:
I'M SO MISUDERSTOOD.
Bye.
