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Name: Reinventing-in-Progress
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Saturday, May 28, 2005

On the brink of death...

Went home on Friday at 2pm, skipped my Co-curriculum activity.

I kinda started having a flu that morning,
went around borrowing tissue paper to clog my nose.
Didn't even think of it as anything serious,
I just wanted to get home.

Decided to use it as an excuse to skip ACC.

Bad things happen.

Went home, took a nap,
woke up with temperature soaring.
Ate some panadol.
Took a sip of dinner.
Chatted.
Went to sleep at 12am.
Failed.
Tossed and turned in bed till 2am.
Awoke at 7am.
Felt horrible.

Caught a couple of shows.
Felt myself burning up, again.
Switched on air-con.
Slept for an hour.
Watched some more T.V.
Killer cousins came.
5 bawling, brawling, bony babies.
All came to my room and started screaming baby expletives at one another.
To top it off, my dog started barking.
Argh.
I told their moms I had a fever,
And boy! should you have seen their faces!
One registered surprise and the other horror.
'Oh God! Help me!' I swear I heard her mutter.

Pushing and tugging, the mothers forced the babies out.

Went to the doctor at 6.30pm.
He said, 'You have a throat infection, your fever is at 39.6*.'
I was gonna die, I just knew it.
'Take your anti-biotics and you'll be fine.'

Took my dinner, devoured my medicine.
Drowsiness set in and I fell asleep, with my msn messenger still online.
It was like 7.45pm, I think.
Almost 20 hours later, I'm here blogging, feeling much better.

S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 3:24 PM

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

10 Things not to say to your Treasurer.

-What? You failed your maths?

-Is that a pentium 2 you're using?

-You're FAT.

-I got tonnes of money.

-I want a 10% cut of whatever you are getting.

-Dude! My grandma has a better handphone than you!

-No. Buy your own donut.

-I hear there's a new game shop in town, buy in bulk and you get a discount.

-I got a priceless Gransazers collection at home.

-You know what a cat did? It turned. (Mountain, geddit?)

S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 8:54 PM

Friday, May 20, 2005

If you can read this, your monitor is still functional.

Updating almost everyday, don't think people are reading though.

But nonetheless, I shall blog.

JJC seems to be getting better.

Sports are advancing further.

Volleyball girls clinched the National Champion title, Rugby should do well, as usual, and softball beat NJC!

Also, let's not forget about Indian Dance! Gold with Honours in SYF!

Malay Dance got Gold too. (or was it Gold-with-Honours?)

Speaking of the Indian Dance, I'm reminded of an incident in my primary school.

Honourary Guest Indian Dancer Incident.
Was primary 2 then.
Indian dancer is invited to school to display her arts.
Primary 2 = Seated on the ground right in front of stage(front row seats).
Indian melody resounds in hall.
She starts dancing.
Primary 2 isn't exactly the age when you are interested in Indian Dance.
Scans the stage and sees a cockroach!
Tells friend.
Cockroach crawls dangerously close to the dancer.
Dancer is stomping on the stage without seeing the cockroach.
(Suspects she's making eye contact with principal, Mr Pop-eye Scruton.)
Next moment...
'Squish'
Dancer stops.
Dancer gives a totally priceless 'eww!' expression.
Hall is silent.
What an awkward scene.
=D
~End~
We will strive to build up a better college, and sell our smooth water!
(Or so the principal says.)
Hope softball wins.

S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 10:40 PM

Monday, May 16, 2005

Lost & Found

Just counted class fund after goodness knows how long.

Found, to my horror, that $4 was missing.

I swear I only embezzled $2, at most.

Wonder where the rest of it went.

I wonder who took it?

Maybe I'll tell the teacher my dog ate it.

Maybe I'll say I accidentally burned the money.

Or maybe I'll just tell the truth and say it's gone, forever, and that I won't
reimburse my class.

Nah.

Anyways...Who is pizza. Identify yourself.

Mathematics suck.

Lao gui bu.


(/kick Lao gui bu)

S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 8:03 PM

Sunday, May 15, 2005

DaRkNeSs BeCkOnS

Yay!

Finally changed my blogskin, don't think there will be anymore complaints now.

Was getting sick of Yuna anyways.

And now, no more small wordings!

One-liners rule.

Okie, I need a way to add songs to my blog, open to suggestions.

You guys could just paste the format for jukebox/media player in my taggy.

Thx. =D

Hate life, love money, hate my comp, love my dog, sick of dumplings, can't get enough of shaman king.

My wishlist should be up soon. You guys know what that means.

In case you need to know when to give gifts to me, my B'dae is to the right.

=D

For those in my current class: Don't buy for me = I'll dock from class fund.

Don't I just annoy you?

Hope I get to be ACC treasurer, can embezzle more!

$_$

And if I get rejected, which I'll probably experience...

(>.<")

I'll just collect more $$$ from class fund.

=D

S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 9:56 PM

Thursday, May 12, 2005

F-I-R-S-T = Me!




Obviously it didn't last very long.

But I was first for 10-15 seconds!


How it happened:


-400 metres sprint.

-Everyone gets in position.

-"For ACC!" ( Alumni Connection Club) I scream.

-Starts race.

-Zoooooom.

-Takes everyone by surprise by dashing.

-Thoughts in their mind: [What's that idiotic Rono think he's doing?]

-Runs 200 metres, then butt muscles go numb.

-Oh Shit! (This is not intended as a lame joke, butt and shit.)

-Second guy overtakes me.

-More follow.

-Class boys overtake me.

-Thoughts in their minds: [Haha..run so fast then no stamina to carry on.]

-Struggles to complete 400 metres.

Upon finishing, grabs bag and staggers to canteen. Butt muscles refuse to acknowledge the

impulses sent from brain to make them move.

Rested for a while and went home.

Saw 'Beckham' going in direction of the building opposite of the petrol kiosk.

( Maybe she resides there?)

Above info is provided for Mr Acknowledgemement.

Small little horny heng played with his yo-yo whilst buying Toto,

afterwhich he bought yi dali guo tie filled with abalone and eng cai.


And please, no more cash-shinoos anymore.



S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 7:18 PM