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Friday, July 29, 2005
Absurdity...
Firstly, before I initiate today's topic, I would like to point out something.
As seen from Da Sao's Blog:
'Well, if you guys like a little background of that guy, his name is kai lun. I'd rather look to him as a da ge ( big brother) i think it's like my relationship with my gor gor, chris in primary school. it's really just that. '
(Note: The above paragraph is directly quoted and hence is a form of plagarism. It has not been approved by the writer herself and I'm placing myself in grave danger typing this.
But...It's the duty of a paparazzi to uncover scandals.
P.S. Please bring me fruits when you visit me in jail.)
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The paragraph sounded vaguely familiar, like some kind of drama series, as if it has been stereotyped into every single female in the whole bloody world.
And to which a male actor would reply, "I only look upon her as a sister."
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Get this: You're not siblings unless you share blood-ties. Simple as that.
I might actually make a good scandal columnist one day.
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And now, to share to you readers, once again,
'The Short Story Series About Benji.'
I repeatedly stress that Benji is my dog, not some human.
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For the past 2 weeks, I've been neglecting my supposedly daily routine of walking Benji. School work, projects and games inevitably got the better of me and I passed up the chance of walking my dog.
Making infrequent trips did have its advantages though, at least I didn't have to meet those people I see everyday whilst walking my dog.
Everyday, walking past those toddlers of 9-16 years of age, I hear the occasional 'Woof' and the ever-annoying 'Meow'.
Like Seriously, Grow up people! Dogs don't respond to 'woofs' and 'meows' that sound as feeble as the generator of these noises.
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Here's a definition of noise: Any unwanted sound that irritates people.
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I received approximately 3 'woofs' and 1 'meow' today.
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Which leads me to the following question, "Are humans really the most intelligent beings on the planet?"
I think the fault lies either with the knowledge imparted to us from our ancestors, or the current education system.
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Maybe people from long ago were wrong in determining that dogs 'woofed' and cats 'meowed'.
Not likely.
As seen from Da Sao's Blog:
'Well, if you guys like a little background of that guy, his name is kai lun. I'd rather look to him as a da ge ( big brother) i think it's like my relationship with my gor gor, chris in primary school. it's really just that. '
(Note: The above paragraph is directly quoted and hence is a form of plagarism. It has not been approved by the writer herself and I'm placing myself in grave danger typing this.
But...It's the duty of a paparazzi to uncover scandals.
P.S. Please bring me fruits when you visit me in jail.)
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The paragraph sounded vaguely familiar, like some kind of drama series, as if it has been stereotyped into every single female in the whole bloody world.
And to which a male actor would reply, "I only look upon her as a sister."
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Get this: You're not siblings unless you share blood-ties. Simple as that.
I might actually make a good scandal columnist one day.
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And now, to share to you readers, once again,
'The Short Story Series About Benji.'
I repeatedly stress that Benji is my dog, not some human.
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For the past 2 weeks, I've been neglecting my supposedly daily routine of walking Benji. School work, projects and games inevitably got the better of me and I passed up the chance of walking my dog.
Making infrequent trips did have its advantages though, at least I didn't have to meet those people I see everyday whilst walking my dog.
Everyday, walking past those toddlers of 9-16 years of age, I hear the occasional 'Woof' and the ever-annoying 'Meow'.
Like Seriously, Grow up people! Dogs don't respond to 'woofs' and 'meows' that sound as feeble as the generator of these noises.
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Here's a definition of noise: Any unwanted sound that irritates people.
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I received approximately 3 'woofs' and 1 'meow' today.
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Which leads me to the following question, "Are humans really the most intelligent beings on the planet?"
I think the fault lies either with the knowledge imparted to us from our ancestors, or the current education system.
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Maybe people from long ago were wrong in determining that dogs 'woofed' and cats 'meowed'.
Not likely.
-________________-"
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Which means the problem lies with the current education system.
Since young, we have been droned into thinking that dogs communicated only by 'woof', the 'woof' that humans can mimic, and that cats taunted dogs by impressing upon the dogs the superiority of the cats by a brief 'meow', also conveniently shaped into a 'meow' that humans can copy.
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Hence human was the meditator (Think United Nations, imposing yet ineffective. As in the Iraq War)between the cats and dogs and they learnt their language of 'meows' and 'woofs' from humans.
So cats technically copied their language from humans, hence arriving at the layman term, 'Copycat'.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------That was supposed to be the idea drilled into us from young by the education system. And that dogs and cats actually understood us.
Gullible young minds we were then. Some of us have been enlightened, whilst some still wallow in their naivety.
Thus it is utterly absurd that human would be able to talk to any animals in their own native tongue, with the mere exception of 'cock'.
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But of course, there are people other than the people I've highlighted in this entry that are guilty of these futile communication attempts. I've seen quite a few, but the people I've highlighted still retain the 'most numbers of communication attempts' record.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Just when you thought a fire was the limit...
The school introduces yet new ways to do me in.
It was supposed to be the first life-science session, 4 in total, today.
It was supposed to enlighten me on the art of DNA.
It was supposed to bring a pleasant end to the tiring school day.
It was supposed to be the first life-science session, 4 in total, today.
It was supposed to enlighten me on the art of DNA.
It was supposed to bring a pleasant end to the tiring school day.
Somehow, it managed to exceed the criteria.
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7pm: The end of the life-science lesson. All was well, spirits were high, and was looking forward to dinner. Well, that all vanished when we exited the Biology lab. The blasted shutter was closed.
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7.05pm: Hovering around the corridors of the 2nd storey, trying to find a way out. There were students studying around the corridor where the JC1 chemistry board was located. We screamed, we shouted, and though we were only a shutter away, they didn't respond. Nobody rushed to the General Office, nobody told us what to do, they just stared.
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7.10pm: Third floor. Biology lab was on 1st floor. You would think the cleaners would have checked if all the classrooms of a particular school block were unoccupied before they sealed it off. We were like streetkids then, trapped in a departmental store after hours, with nobody to friggin help us. The teachers didn't say anything, at all.
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7.12pm: Finally, someone. A group of students had climbed up to the roof via a fire escape ladder. Judging from their actions, we deduced that they hinted that the roof path was safe and that we had clearance to advance. Why else would they climb onto the roof?
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7.14pm: Sprinted across the roof to where the group of students were. We had made it. The only thought that crossed our minds. We were free, to go home.
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7.25pm: Some guy finally went and got the cleaners to open the shutters.
And when we were finally free. And then, unexpectedly, the teacher came and inquired, "Who asked you people to cross?"
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Like Sheesh!
She sounded as if she was concerned that the roof wasn't sturdy enough!
She would have done a much better job asking us not to cross in the first place.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Anyways, we were deceived by the disillusions presented to us, but we were purely trying to get home.
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It's not as if the roof was crumbling or anything. If the teachers/principal/staff agrued that it was unsafe and how would they be able to answer to our parents if anything happened, they were over-concerned.
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If they said the roof might have crumbled, it just goes to show how unsafe the school really is. That being said, they might have to close down due to safety issues. Even so, if they had wanted to prevent such 'stupid' behaviour from happening, why didn't they just lock the ladders leading to the roof, like put a barricade or something to deny access to the roof. Why had they left it open? Obviously for situations like this.
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If they said we might have slipped from the ladder, they were denouncing the PC teachers, clearly showing no confidence in our physical capabilties and that the PC teachers hadn't trained us well enough to grab to the rungs firmly.
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There was always the issue of accidents, they argue. Simply put, there was always quite a number of people ensuring the person climbing the ladder was safe, ready to support/grab the person should he/she fall from the ladder, a height of around 2 metres.
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Having read all this, would you, the reader, agree that our attempt, although impulsive, had incurred no casualities and was relatively safe, by any standards?
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Totally Unbelievable!
As of now, 12.00 am, July 24th, JJC is free from the perils of fire.
But at around 10.10pm, it was a totally different story.
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But at around 10.10pm, it was a totally different story.
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Alumni Night
-was the first event the JC1 ACC members were organising.
-was supposed to help raise funds for the school.
-asked an unknown singer to perform to help attract crowds.
(Weird Logic. Unknown Singer = more people?)
-was so demanding that Lee ling didn't change her attire from Friday.
(An Owens T-shirt. She admitted it.)(Probably didn't bathe either.)
-was virtually killing most of the ACC Ex-Co.
(Not my problem though.)
-Ended with a blast.
Alumni Night Events Catalogue
Downstairs:
18.30-1930: Ticketing.
19.30-20.30: Slack around Tea-Break.
20.30-21.30: Go to hall and attempt Mass Dance.
Hall:
18.30-19.30: Finishing touches on the decor / A few performances.
19.30-20.30: Buffet commences, guests mingle.
20.30-21.30: Mass dance followed by singing of 'JJ Spirit' by ACC members and Council members, led by 'JJ Spirit' song writer.
After 21.30: Guests go home, ACC members clear up.
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What Really Happened.
18.30-19.30: Guests arrive, some with authentic tickets, some slipped in.
Violin performace by an ACC member, who is in the National Youth Symphony. (Sry. No 'Romance'.)
Followed by a dance featuring a male and some females.
Followed by a 'short' speech by an Alumni.
19.30-19.50: Audience dying from hunger, due to lengthened performace by the unknown singer. Unknown singer sets up a booth in the hall and 'graciously' says, " I'll donate 10% of the proceeds from the sale of my items to the school building fund. "
!9.50 -21.00: Audience are ravenous, gobbling down the bee hoon like there's no tomorrow. Constant resupplying of fruit punch from Tea-Break. Year books are placed on display for the Alumni to ogle at. For some reason, JC1/2 volleyball girls were at the event.
21.00-21.30: Blank, in my record. It was Mass Dance. 5 colours in her hair, around the clock, Superstar and that J-Lo song were played. I was hiding out in the toilet then. I am not a dancer.
21.30-21.40: 'JJ Spirit' was sung, according to plan.
After 21.40: Guests left. Operation: OMG! So much F**king rubbish commences.
Apparently someone got fed-up and decided to incite an exothermic reaction to incinerate all the junk.
For some reason, Lee ling was the one who reported the fire.
I was downstairs, heading up to the hall when I heard screams.
Power failure in hall.
Continued walking into hall, reading, "You then go stuff your head in the toilet bowl lah!" message from Jiamin.
I got pushed and was spun around, to face the exit from the hall.
"Fire! Get out lah Ch** By*!" I was told.
People in hall were evacuted to the Con-Course, as vailant warriors tried to fight off the fire in the VIP toilet in the hall with fire extinguishers as old as their own age. 16-20 years old.
And people in the Con-Course were evacuted to the Parade Square.
Fire-Trucks arrived. Fought fire bravely. And obviously, they won.
Along the length of this period, I was frantically smsing people about the incident, until I realised my smses would eventually result in phone bills as red as my 'F' maths test. And that was when I decided I would call it a joke, and stop further transmissions. Afterwhich I called my dad to inform him of the fire.
"Dad, I'll be home later."
"What time? Almost 11pm already leh!"
"Aiya, my school on fire."
And obviously he didn't catch it properly, since his next reply was,
"Chi bao le mah?"
Fast foward to 11.00pm.
Paramedics arrive in a civil defence ambulance. In 05S05, Lee ling and You guan were both exposed to sulphur dioxide and had to undergo a check-up.
I'm a slacker, so naturally, I would never get into any life threatening situations.
And after the check-up, it turns out everyone who inhaled sulphur dioxide was fine.
And then we went home, happily ever after.
And calculating the sales of the unknown singer's items,$0 X 10% = $0
So much for relying on her.
-_____________________-"
The End.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Steps to a spelling game...
Step 1: Find a new handphone, by any means necessary.
Step 2: Use the 'Smart' word forming feature.
Step 3: Try to spell Eunice.
Step 4: Try it on my phone.
Step 5: You will be amazed at what word presents itself.
Step 6: Laugh your head off.
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Alumni Night:
-is approximately 17 hours away.
-is one time, in my life, that I may not be able to slack.
-is gonna absorb the precious weekend.
-is, in a nutshell, gonna ruin my weekend.
Thx alot ACC.
But, "it's your duty", you argue.
And Pigs Fly.
Step 2: Use the 'Smart' word forming feature.
Step 3: Try to spell Eunice.
Step 4: Try it on my phone.
Step 5: You will be amazed at what word presents itself.
Step 6: Laugh your head off.
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Alumni Night:
-is approximately 17 hours away.
-is one time, in my life, that I may not be able to slack.
-is gonna absorb the precious weekend.
-is, in a nutshell, gonna ruin my weekend.
Thx alot ACC.
But, "it's your duty", you argue.
And Pigs Fly.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Listening Comprehension
Was a bore, as usual.
A bore, not boar.
Obviously that was a pitiful attempt, but still, it's rare that I attempt lame jokes.
Exams.
The first A'O' level examinations subject.
The subject we all love so dearly, the subject that binds China and Singapore, the subject we call Chinese.
Lol. My screen is currently bordering on a mask of green with an underlying coat of red, inducing a blur interpretation of whatever I type.
To me at least.
Just saw Chinese as 'Clunise'.
Not Eunice.
She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.
Okie, back to the topic at hand.
Listening Comprehension was a funny piece of sh*t.
Tuning in to 92.4fm, a broadcasting station with English as its primary language of choice, was a totally apt choice.
The music pieces that were the foreplay to the listening comprehension were like a sleep-inducing deodourants.
5 minutes into the songs, I began to notice light snoring puntuating each verse.
Insomniacs pay heed.
The fact that people were sleeping was a joke upon itself.
Listening Comprehension was supposed to be a test of observation skills and the viligance of the candidates.
And yet, here was the bold evidence presentation of the Art Of Sleeping.
Anyways, it seems everyone commented how easy the test was, everyone except me.
Purely because no one wants to hear me brag.
I wouldn't either.
A bore, not boar.
Obviously that was a pitiful attempt, but still, it's rare that I attempt lame jokes.
Exams.
The first A'O' level examinations subject.
The subject we all love so dearly, the subject that binds China and Singapore, the subject we call Chinese.
Lol. My screen is currently bordering on a mask of green with an underlying coat of red, inducing a blur interpretation of whatever I type.
To me at least.
Just saw Chinese as 'Clunise'.
Not Eunice.
She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.
Okie, back to the topic at hand.
Listening Comprehension was a funny piece of sh*t.
Tuning in to 92.4fm, a broadcasting station with English as its primary language of choice, was a totally apt choice.
The music pieces that were the foreplay to the listening comprehension were like a sleep-inducing deodourants.
5 minutes into the songs, I began to notice light snoring puntuating each verse.
Insomniacs pay heed.
The fact that people were sleeping was a joke upon itself.
Listening Comprehension was supposed to be a test of observation skills and the viligance of the candidates.
And yet, here was the bold evidence presentation of the Art Of Sleeping.
Anyways, it seems everyone commented how easy the test was, everyone except me.
Purely because no one wants to hear me brag.
I wouldn't either.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Selling my blog!
What you have just witnessed, my dear readers, was an ineffective way of promoting a product.
But at this point, I can't exactly manipulate more resources to materialise my ideal selling gimmick.
Reason 1- My monitor is red. Again. I complain again. Because when people complain, they are absolved from needing to help others.
No link there, just regurgitating my GP burden.
Reason 2- My explorer is dead. For some weird reason, which escapes the scope of my logic, my computer cannot handle Msn Messenger, RealPlayer, and a solitary internet explorer window simultaneously.(Check my spelling!) My Windows Explorer was declared dead as of 9.10pm, 15 July.
Maybe its due to my 56mb RAM. Yes. There are still antiques like that on the market.
Speaking of which, may I interest you in an authentic Pentium 2 computer?
Reason 3 - ACC told me to buck up or risk getting kicked out. Such demoralising news, especially when I've yet to introduce ACC(2), is extremely worrying.
Reason 4 - Progress report. Sucked. Period.
Although it wasn't exactly unexpected.
And now.....(Drum-roll)
It's time to beg for pity!
I urge all of you to donate at least $1 to me, or risk having to pay $5 every SINGLE week to class fund.
And with the controversial case with regards to the NKF, I doubt the midi would work half as well as before.
So there's no longer any need to help me find the midi.
Though I seriously doubt any of you invested any time to help me find the midi.
And you call yourselves friends.
=D
But at this point, I can't exactly manipulate more resources to materialise my ideal selling gimmick.
Reason 1- My monitor is red. Again. I complain again. Because when people complain, they are absolved from needing to help others.
No link there, just regurgitating my GP burden.
Reason 2- My explorer is dead. For some weird reason, which escapes the scope of my logic, my computer cannot handle Msn Messenger, RealPlayer, and a solitary internet explorer window simultaneously.(Check my spelling!) My Windows Explorer was declared dead as of 9.10pm, 15 July.
Maybe its due to my 56mb RAM. Yes. There are still antiques like that on the market.
Speaking of which, may I interest you in an authentic Pentium 2 computer?
Reason 3 - ACC told me to buck up or risk getting kicked out. Such demoralising news, especially when I've yet to introduce ACC(2), is extremely worrying.
Reason 4 - Progress report. Sucked. Period.
Although it wasn't exactly unexpected.
And now.....(Drum-roll)
It's time to beg for pity!
I urge all of you to donate at least $1 to me, or risk having to pay $5 every SINGLE week to class fund.
And with the controversial case with regards to the NKF, I doubt the midi would work half as well as before.
So there's no longer any need to help me find the midi.
Though I seriously doubt any of you invested any time to help me find the midi.
And you call yourselves friends.
=D
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Commitments!
First of all, I can't believe I was doubtful about my spelling ability, till the extent that i scoured the dictionary to verify if I had spelt my title correctly.
Verify. The word that I've probably seen more times than any other word beginning with the letter 'V'.
I see it twice every fortnight.
'Dear user: Your email verification has expired. Plz Verify.'
Talk about commitments.
Online games are such a bother. Especially when you have a limited range since you computer is not competent enough to engage other game programs.
I'm proud to say I'm the one in my current class with the least commitments!
With regards to school.
ACC( Alumni Connection Club) no longer requires my services.
It's high time I retired.
After 7 meetings? I forget.
I look forward to establishing ACC(2). Even though the principal has implied that he'll sue me should I commence my project.
Acc(2) has several relavant points and desirable points that garners my support.
Back to the topic of commitments.
I'm almost always the earliest to go/reach home in my class.
But, with reference to my previous entry, I agree to a large extent I have an overbearing commitment that no one else in my class has.
Sentence structure : Courtesy of Combined Humanities.
Writer's clothes : Giordano
Writer's shoes : Nike. Big Air.
Writer's hair : Ahmad's salon. Jurong West Avenue 1. Same place where Kailiang got his beehive.
Verify. The word that I've probably seen more times than any other word beginning with the letter 'V'.
I see it twice every fortnight.
'Dear user: Your email verification has expired. Plz Verify.'
Talk about commitments.
Online games are such a bother. Especially when you have a limited range since you computer is not competent enough to engage other game programs.
I'm proud to say I'm the one in my current class with the least commitments!
With regards to school.
ACC( Alumni Connection Club) no longer requires my services.
It's high time I retired.
After 7 meetings? I forget.
I look forward to establishing ACC(2). Even though the principal has implied that he'll sue me should I commence my project.
Acc(2) has several relavant points and desirable points that garners my support.
Back to the topic of commitments.
I'm almost always the earliest to go/reach home in my class.
But, with reference to my previous entry, I agree to a large extent I have an overbearing commitment that no one else in my class has.
Sentence structure : Courtesy of Combined Humanities.
Writer's clothes : Giordano
Writer's shoes : Nike. Big Air.
Writer's hair : Ahmad's salon. Jurong West Avenue 1. Same place where Kailiang got his beehive.
Friday, July 08, 2005
My Dog (2)
Once again, I find that the time is ripe to blog.
About my dog.
And it's inconsiderate nature.
My dog, as some readers might remember, has the habit of depositing brown molten material in my room.
To curb that, I have taken on the mission of walking him everyday.
An inclusion into my daily timetable that has violently disrupted it.
--------Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
3pm-
5pm Games Games Games Games Games
5pm -------------WALK DOG---------------
6pm- Games Games Games Games Games
sleep
Utterly annoying.
About my dog.
And it's inconsiderate nature.
My dog, as some readers might remember, has the habit of depositing brown molten material in my room.
To curb that, I have taken on the mission of walking him everyday.
An inclusion into my daily timetable that has violently disrupted it.
--------Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
3pm-
5pm Games Games Games Games Games
5pm -------------WALK DOG---------------
6pm- Games Games Games Games Games
sleep
Utterly annoying.
Walking my dog ain't exactly a walk in the park.
My Dog has the habit of trying to attract attention, by all means necessary.
And I do mean BY ALL MEANS NECESSARY.
My dog has:
- deposited shit onto the ground in front of a group of malays.
- deposited shit onto the ground in front of a group of indians.
- cleared his anus in front of a playground with kids screaming/exclaiming,
"Ahhh! Da bian!"
- cleared his anus on the grass beside Hua Yi Secondary with teenagers playing basketball/volleyball, screaming/exclaiming, "Ahhh! Da bian!"
Obviously, though these acts were attention grabbing enough, it didn't fulfil his desire.
He had to perform one final act.
The incident happened yesterday, July 7th, 17.23pm.
I was leading my dog towards Hua Yi Secondary school.
Void decks lined the path to Hua Yi Secondary.
One particular void deck was decorated in white.
"Either a funeral wake or a malay traditional wedding." I thought.
Suddenly, My dog tugged at the line.
He was heaving his entire body weight against the line.
Fearing it might break, I followed him.
He ventured closer to the special void deck.
I saw, at this point, that it was a funeral wake.
I was about to pull him away when he started performing the sarced ritual of encircling a strip of fertile soil.
Then it came.
He began to carry out the obscenely disgusting act of egestion.
Right in front of those attending the funeral wake.
All became silent.
Each pair of eyes bore into me, as if I had committed a terrible crime.
And still my dog trotted away indignantly, oblivious to the hatred he had induced, all because he had to do his 'Business'.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Amazing stuff.
- London won the Olympics 2012 bid. For once my prophecy didn't hold true.
- Mr H***y Heng managed to complete typing 2404 words in a blog entry. He can go compete with Xiaxue. She claims she has the longest blog entry in the world.
- I managed to finish reading both blog entries without dying from over-indulgence in red-monitor-experiencing-phase-shift-from red-to-green-syndrome.
- I haven't read a book in like a year.
- 6 days since I lasted blogged.
- $26.70 magically disappeared from the class trust fund.
- Mathematics teacher changed.
- I changed blog song.
- I doubt you can hear it.
- Mr H***y Heng managed to complete typing 2404 words in a blog entry. He can go compete with Xiaxue. She claims she has the longest blog entry in the world.
- I managed to finish reading both blog entries without dying from over-indulgence in red-monitor-experiencing-phase-shift-from red-to-green-syndrome.
- I haven't read a book in like a year.
- 6 days since I lasted blogged.
- $26.70 magically disappeared from the class trust fund.
- Mathematics teacher changed.
- I changed blog song.
- I doubt you can hear it.
Friday, July 01, 2005
When everything just seems to run dry...
Of course homework is not inclusive in 'everything'.
Well not in my case at least.
My monitor is running out of green pigments.
My computer is running out of steam.
I'm running out of excuses for late homework submission.
Da li is err...running out of running.
Yoyo is running out of beehives.
Toto is running out of homework.
Horny H**g is running out of chemistry homework to do.
Small is running out of patience with me.
Eng cai is running out of bandwidth.
Abalone, as usual, is running out of timetables.
Poor guy.
Tsk Tsk.
Juist found a new song I got off the Shaman King ending.
Well not in my case at least.
My monitor is running out of green pigments.
My computer is running out of steam.
I'm running out of excuses for late homework submission.
Da li is err...running out of running.
Yoyo is running out of beehives.
Toto is running out of homework.
Horny H**g is running out of chemistry homework to do.
Small is running out of patience with me.
Eng cai is running out of bandwidth.
Abalone, as usual, is running out of timetables.
Poor guy.
Tsk Tsk.
Juist found a new song I got off the Shaman King ending.
It's :
"Omokage" by Megumi Hayashibara
Sounds kinda powderful.
Yesh. Powderful.
Can't believe my Gp tutor said 'Powderful'.
Well 3 days of holidays ahead!