"How big is a thesaurus mama?"

"is it as big as a brontosaurus? or a t-rex?"


"Yes, i guess so!"


Oh man i'm meeting with drums tmr

I had this friend once.

He was incredibly brilliant!
So Brilliant.

I could only see fit to wash his test tubes.

His name?

Oh, Albert Einstein.

Ha.

Still life.
fortunately.

I had my fill of chicken wings for the first time in my life at a barbecue.
Weiwen can't place a elongated piece of meat properly.
Ben and JS got kinda drunk.
There was way more alcohol that anybody could drink.
We did normal things, at abnormal hours.
I reached home at 7.
Blackjack was fun.

Yeah dats bout it.

I had a 2B03 chalet yesterday.

Yvonne, Doreen, Khid, Weiwen, Benedict, Esther, JS, Lawrence, Dennis, Leonard, Kandis was there.

How nice.

Reubters - Oct 23, 2007.

Top police and law enforcement agencies in Singapore are working round the clock to unravel what could be the biggest conspiracy theory since how Chelsea managed to win the English Premier League.

A sinister plot has been uncovered with the main suspects being teenagers in Singapore. As top leading expert Tharman Knowalot said, "We liken the teenagers to Singapore to the infamous terrorist group Gloopa Plutonium. How? They both have little regard to law and order and also show disdain for compassion.

The singular, most vital piece of evidence found by the Singapore Police is the communication among teenagers.
According to Singapore's Triangle of Power, leading experts in language and psychology have been called in from around to the world to unravel the codewords used by teenagers to, quote Minister of Defence Lee Lock Tap " for use and preparation for their devious plans" unquote.

Three top experts, also known as the Familiar 3, Mr David Copperfield, Mdm Tequila and Mr Horry O'Neal have been working together with Singapore's top leading experts in an attempt to deduce the codewords used when teenagers transmit to each other.

As Mr Horry suggested, " This was Nam' all over again"

An example of these codewords were released to the press today.
First impressions were similarly of confusion and fear as words such as " Worxxx, Euuu and Kekekes" surfaced. This has led numerous tests and experiments as experts attempt to pronounce these words and unravel their mystery. These experiment are also taking up an large worrying amount of money and drinkable water.

Also, if that wasn't enough. DSP Pang mentioned a more sinister plot brewing as certain teenagers, which are most likely the ringleaders of a vast network of teenagers who use similar words as above, but with additions as they alternate between Capital letters and small letters.
Such deceivement has led to desperation which has caused disruptions between the Familiar 3. This has led the the Singapore leadership to engage the help of leading English professor Dr.Eng Land Pro to understand the true underlying meanings of these messages.

An example of the above is shown in a worrying news bulletin, " WoRxXxX, eUuU, KekEkKEs"
Taken in literal sense, Dr Eng Land Pro has been lifting is voice up and down in a desperate claim to his fame to understand this apparant tomfoolery. He added desparingly," This isn't in the Oxford version!".


"There is a strong feeling of understanding going on between the leading experts, and we feel that we are getting somewhere with this investigation", Said Dr Eng Land Pro.

His associate DSP Pang agreed as he does his part to clamp down on communications between teenagers to stop what he says is the " good of the society".

One of the communication devices utilized by these teenagers is the rising emergance of a online tool called MSN Messenger. A study done on this has revealed worrying signs of a revolt by the teenagers as they now have the ability to communicate their facial expressions as well as drawings almost instantaneously. Such diagrams have been called "smileys" by the teenagers in an apparant guise to hide their true intent.

Another case noted is the increasing disappearances of teenagers from homes and their dinner tables. Despite ongoing investigations which have included pleading and dumpster diving, top officials are still unable to obtain any information of any kind of what teenagers are actually up to inside their rooms.
Rumours of making of dirty laundry for dirty bombs, moral and personal decay and also increasing couthness and rudeness have been a constant nightmare for adults everywhere.

A more recent updated study have narrowed teenagers where they are at their most active.
ASP told the press in a recent press conference that they have cornered the teenagers at their meeting places and have been monitoring closely.
A codeword has been established by the teenagers and insider sources have revealed it to be that of CCA's.
A seemingly innocuous abbreviation which calls itself " Co-Curricular Activities" has been only recently made known as the headquarters of teens.

A police statement has instead named it Operation Cold-Cruel Actions as they work 24/7 to stop the activities from ever happening.

Such gripping news have kept the Republic of Singapore in a suspense after the release of a liberal sex video by rebel Tammy-Gun.

If found guilty, teenagers face up to 15 years in an "educational institute" and three life sentences of annoying relatives.

sorry!


To ppl who needs it.

and to ppl who has heared my "boring" story.
:)





















YES heared

REMARKABLE.

To begin, I've been going out with my two very good friends almost everyday the past week.

HA!

Incredibly fun is a boring understatement like cliche.

But you get the idea.

We were talking about buskers, after seeing this immensely talented busker-musician.

"lol, stereotype ( which means, we are gonna talk bout it)"

"Hey you, play the guitar."

"What makes you think I can play?"

"you're blind what"

golly good graciousness gamper on a git.

No we're not insulting buskers or blind people.

If you think we are , you're quite stupid.

Anyway, there are no facades.
Nobody trying to outdo each other.
Nobody saying their point of view.
Just purely what friends do.
Best friends I might Add.


er
dabbling on 50 cent in a tuxedo,
dobbling on stupid people,
dangaling on politics,
doppelgangeling on current affairs.

MAN..

They blow-me-mind-away.

And they always make time for me. ( that I never take for granted)

Like I for them ( I hope)


Some may think I'm shooting my other friends.
ha!
You must be half stupid.



Now you think I'm mean.



n I'll leave your stupid mind to figure that out.

It's all really gushing.
BUT yeah.

I'd gush in alternate letters for them.

YeS YeS nO nO?

There comes a point in every Reuben Ho Wei Quan's life that the mentioned goes on delirious spree and makes fancy out of ordinary things.

That point is not here yet.

However, when that point comes.

I hate my entries.
Eeuch.

Despite what everyone says.

My blood's source comes from my family.

Steau Bucharest off.

Well I can't ignore this.

I'm sorry to the people I snapped at. ( esp v-11cia)
At this point of time 12.41 AM sept 16 I feel like bad and crap.

Bad things have happened , however minor irritances have plagued me in hours before this.

bleh

But that "..." thing makes me feel like that,
"dammit You're not worth listening to"
"Piss off, you're talking nonsense"
"Whatever, your words mean absolutely nothing"


Sigh.


Yes i know I use it sometimes but,


I'll be so much better tmr.
Like a new person.
But right now, at 12.44 AM.


LE LOS MISERABLES.

I'm so sombre right now.

Sigh.

I'm gonna prove myself though.
How the heck can I survive in this world like this.
Wimpy me.

Sigh.

Bad news always overrule good news.

Good news first!

My new kid is relatively better, i can communicate with him well.
And the MUM talks SO much.
She's gonna give me new jobs!
Her youngest kid and even her oldest kid.
But I can't do O levels.

She's quite nice
But den again they ALL are at the start.


My Brucey boy.
is the bad news.
I called His guardian to change the timing and she said " Reuben, I've just sat through with Bruce and I'll be frank with you" ( OH CRAP)

" he can't copy words! Do you teach him how to copy words? And I don't understand why you give him breaks! And water next time let him drink once and that's it! His handwriting is so untidy! I sat with him for half an hour I feel like Slapping him already! You have taught him for so long. Why is he still like this?"

to my credit I didnt say this, I reasoned things very nicely until I was proud of my eloquency.
' #$@&$^!&$^#*@&%^*&!#$^#*&@************, you #@($*#@&$*(#&(*(*#@ lady, your boy is E(*@#&*($#&@(*@%(*#@%(*@%#*(E=MC2 *@#$&#@)*$#@)*$# hopeless cause I'm not a miracle worker and you've asked me to teach phonics and its a specialised thing I CANT teach"

OH MAN.

She spoiled my day.
And the next, and the next. That I think.

SIGH.

Ol brucey boy, he's 10 and hasn't got into Primary 1.

1. Raise Your Hand If you watch ANTM
2. Bounce excitedly if you like ANTM
3. Scream if you LOVE ANTM
   

Oh man, my heels are burning.
Like someone's placed a match inside.

Yes literally burning, and literal heels as well.

Apology for changing of blog URL.
It's really quite thinly disguised.

Stop reading.
ha hoe.

Maybe it's cause I don't have a job.
Or it's for being alone at home.
Or it's for doing so many wrong stuff
Or It's for sleeping while chatting.


Holy Mace-a-roni!

Wasn't it so important in Primary School to be liked, to be included in the regular soccer game or the five stones club. In today's context, to be included in the Maple Story fanclub.

Everybody compromised and compromised again to fit into the system which eventually led to nobody really being themselves.
There were exceptions, without doubt, people called them outcasts.

It was frequently accepted by parents that this phase in life will pass and everybody will pass teenage years just being themselves giving little care to the masses around.

However, I think otherwise. Personally, Yes, I give little care to the general mass to be well-liked and popular. However, for myself, the need to be liked, to be appreciated remains large. This is especially so for people I spend time and effort to make happy or people I genuinely like.
I frequently compliment people for stuff I find stupid, or smile at the dumbest jokes or canter to the tune of these people.

Do I feel aggrieved? Do I feel stupid?
Occasionally, but more often then not I don't mind. These people are my friends.
However, subconsciously I will want them to repeat the favour. To make ME happy.
The time spent making someone else happy has been numerous in recent occasions with the increased influx of friends since I entered polytechnic.

Of course, there's no rule for everybody.
People in general compromise to get along with the crowd, some prefer to be in the limelight, some prefer to blend in. All of which requires compromise.


There are people around that I think I do things solely to make them happy.
Is it true?

I don't think so.
There's always this feeling of " I hope that person likes me more after I done this for him/her"

This all sounds quite bad.
It paints the picture of a guy doing good stuff just to be better liked. Or little ol me asking people to do me favours.
This however, is the pessimistic point of view.
The better point of view is that it is healthy!
Nobody really gets hurt from doing good stuff and even though there might be more than one intention everybody really enjoys it.


I, myself like many others enjoy doing good stuff, compromising certain values to make others happy.
It's always the subconscious that nags at us.
That subconscious is also the one that leaves the cliche " I wish I could stop thinking"


However, after all this.
Do something nice today, make someone feel happy.

Give something up, do something, travel somewhere.

For making people happy needs more credit than it gets now.


Credit to Republic O M writer who gave me inspiration.
Kudos.

Reuben's Law Chap II Taboo Verse 3.72 states that I must discredit my earlier post, due to nature of perceived attitudes encountered whilst reading it.

Review :

The highly anticipated High School Musical 2 has finally arrived.
Adored by millions of children and not-so-children-dy worldwide HSM 2 promises to be a blast.
With all the hype surrounding the release ( there's even a timer counting down to it's release on the Disney channel) of HSM 2 it's not hard to miss the fact that this movie was made with low expectations. However, also due to this fact, HSM 2 now faces new amount of pressure from the skyrocketed expectations. It is also released at a point in time where the first HSM is arguably the most popular Disney movie of this time.

On to the Movie:

High School Musical 2 is enjoyable, light-hearted and something I would want to watch again. It is somewhat more mature then its predecessor.

All criticism aside (for now), I thoroughly enjoyed the new exploits of the East High Wildcats.

Troy ( the show's main protagonist), Gabriella, Chad and basically a whole bunch of East High-ans take up summer jobs at Lava Springs Country Club. Lava Springs is also the second home to Sharpay ( the show's main antagonist) and Ryan Evans.

All plot stories aside.

As a first-time critic, my job is to be not-so-nice. (cause I like it)

The main genre of High School MUSICAL 2 is pretty obvious, it's a musical.
With about 10 songs, as my memory, well, remembers there are only a few songs that are truly memorable.
While only MY humble personal opinion, I felt that certain songs had more than the common teenage angst. Troy's Bet On it shows a scary part of teenagers which will do little to appeal to young cute-sey eyed girls and boys to Sing-along.
Also, with the humongous success of HSM 1, the sequel comes with a price, the wide-eyed innocence that drawed us all to HSM 1 as been replaced somewhat with faster, pacier, songs.
A tinge of techno music a la Justin Timberlake-esqe found in certain songs came somewhat shockingly to myself as I was watching the movie.

However, whenever Troy and Gabriella sing, it still brings a joy to my heart that can be attained no where else.

Dance-wise.
With HSM1 there was a dance along and sing along on the disney channel.
However, now I feel that the dance steps are overly complicated and very difficult to follow. It is extremely fast-paced and may prove to be a stumbling block to children who wish to copy their idols.

While all that is said and done, HSM 2 feels unnervingly commercialized. It is as if someone took HSM 1, saw the success and tried to make HSM 2 even more POPULAR. This is alright I suppose, however at regular points of the movie I found myself cringing at songs or dance moves. It feels as if a certain magical something that Disney always produces is missing from the script. It was only until the second last song when I felt transfixed and finally felt there was something put back in. Hence, there was a really good ending.

HSM 2 follows a Disney cliche of the Happily Ever After scene, this is surprisingly refreshing especially now with innuendos popping up in cartoons and movies everywhere. The G-rating really shows how the director has managed to stick on a right and very clean track.

Lastly, I am quite aware that my organisation of this review is the pits.
Lastly (movie-wise), the plot is much more scarier now. I don't like scary plots where Troy and Gabriella and Sharpay and Ryan and Kelsi and Chad and Taylor almost fight and don't get back together and Keisi is SO cute and Ryan is so COOL and ohmygosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!


When all has ended, it leaves the child we all had inside gushing for more.

Cheers.


P.s Despite writing more critisicm than praises, I LOVE High School Musical.

meh.


on Mon: I did the floor and nothing else.

on Tues: I went to the zoo.

on Wed: I played at the cage.

on Thurs: I went to delifrance

on Fri: I'm going to ahgongxiangpenpendian


I don't do much do I?



I think, nostalgia is a boring word.

history sounds oh so intellectual.

sigh.

I went through my old photos THAT day, or this morning.
Realised after each trip went by we took less and less photos.
meh.

I see people taking photos of big, tall, nice, gleaming, round, unique, weird, sanguini, sausagey, corndoggy, nuggety stuffs and while admirable in getting those shots, who the heck actually sees them?

Sigh.

i sigh because I'm bored.
and also because I'm sick.

Phrases like delusions of legitimate fouls perk me up. (kudos to Jap)

However, cheerfullest times befall me.
I'm going to meet the Hengs.
And if I would choose anybody to meet,
It would be the Hengs.
Yeah i sounds crude, Hengs, but that's what I call them.
I wonder what happens when our grandpa dies.
or grandma.
Crap.

I don't wanna / dare contemplate the ramifications or consequences or satisficing heuristic models. ( they don't mean anything :))

ah.

I think I'm gonna get drum lessons from Grace.
I miss chatting with hw.
and sher

ya-le-li-doodle, they're the only reason why I miss Secondary school.

sigh.

Oh, and there's that night activity.
Chatting with people, people who sleep at timings - other people get up at.

Well, i'm not exactly bored, just a bit world-weary.

So forgive me.

Oh, and ratatouille was the best movie I've watched in a while.
The epitome of why I love cartoons.


Cheer, s , o, and, goodwill, to , you.

Non-reality aside.

I am appalled at what someone said yesterday. ( well, not really that strong an extent, But appalled sounds better then miffed, or shocked, HEY! I like these brackets)
(And PKC people, kindly no tell-y)

Was playing the drums, I liked it, I sounded kinda good.

Then He came along.
"Enough of noise, now let's play music"


"ninama , angry mutterings, and retorts" from me. :)

As many imcomprehensible mutterings i can muster, As many backbarbangtuan words I can use, As livid my something will something, I will do nothing.

As such, there are people about who will
be a tattle-tale.

Bugga off! or Please don't tell or I'll do anything!

sigh.


I consider myself quite adept in MUSIC as people abuse that word frequently.

And contrary to many people's belief's, I can go many a day without music.
Unlike most BORING people who need their substenance. pffft. ( only to people I don't like :))

Anyway, Music to me are categorized into certain groups.

Nice music or music I can play, Jazz music which I adore, music-that-clement-likes-which-i-will-eventually-like, Angry shoutings from some guy in a black t-shirt, not-so-angry but faster mumblings from some guy with dreadlocks, sounds that occur when u tap buttons on a electrical thingy and a electrical thingy voice, someone taking up a common everyday item and making a song, music I hate and My music.

yeahhh.
















pssst

F.Y.I

I recently found out what's FYI.













CheerrrrrriiiioooO!

ehhhhh

Let's see, Ol' me write something different this time!



It was a dark and stormy night.
The sun was bright and the wind, pleasant.

ehh?

I think it was stuff like that that made my B3 for Olevels.

Anyway,
was playing soccer in my old school field.
Poly friends were with me.
Nary a clue of why.

then I went somewhere, and the game stopped.

we went to eat at this roti prata shop ( read on, questioner)
Kenny was saying something about playin in an arcade and a lady burning your name for good luck.

out-of-e-a-e-a-bleu came this fat guy.
My friend's - friend.
I told him something, he replied in retort.
he hurt me! whimper.

Then outta of nowhere there was a girl sitting beside me.
3 in fact.
I was in a verbal sparring war with the fat guy. (he was losing)

I was taunting the fat guy, encouraging him to be angry.
" You're angry, good! Spit it out, make me proud!" pfft"

Then this girl also said, something.
apparantly I mixed up both their sparring wars.

hmm.

Then everything went black.


And I woke up.













IN THIS BEACH-LIKE PLACE.
For some reason I saw a friend there, Joses I think.
I enquired ( like a way a cat enquires his mouse in the corner) " WHERE THE HECK AM I?"

he shook his head solemnly, gesturing to a large LCD screen on the . Well, it looked like it was on the air. ( yes, the air)

A big timer like the one on the Incredibles movie (ooh I loved that movie it was so darn great and the epitome of my )

Well, enough digressing.

I asked again , how do I get back to the real world?
The screen changed, " you have two re-entries back to the world"
"Type 7442"

I did.
Or at least I thought I did.
I mashed a few buttons.

"Your request has been received"

I asked another guy, now what?

He said wait, and the people will come to your house.
I ran back to my bedroom. It was a dormitory now, but was shaped like my bedroom.

Took my wallet and hp. ( what the hell am I doing here?)

I asked again, "how long would I stay there?"

"not long" was the sooo unsatisfactory answer, I mean, not long? What a boring cliche, who's trying to be ol'mysterious here?

ahem, then I sat on a deck chair.
And prayed. because It was all so real.
I couldn't go back.


"in the name of Jesus, Let this all be a bad dream"




And I did, and I had 3 messages, one from Germaine , one from.

ehhhhhh? no, that was the end of my dream.



So if dreams are anything to go by, I'll be back at the beach, after " NOT LONG"



Ha!

I live asunder at my chamber door,
My life's work, chocolately bread soar.
Thou art black bird stareth upon thee,
i await this match, ho hum dee dee.

Written tests and papers have befallen me,
oh time remember, FV and PMT
yesteryears, i wrote a boop,
I've written 8 lines, i need some soup!

here sunshine lover poem sweet
i'm thinking of tomorrow's drum beats.
if you're guessed, I'm really quite bored.
but hey, add a off at the end!
and begin with sod.



Sod off.


:) CHEERIO

The following is thus a surface of my syndrome.
Well, that's what Calvin says anyway.

How the hell can some people phrase their sentences so nicely?

Do i write like some half-rate country bumpkin?

Why the heck do i see and envy their ability?

This pisses me off.
Seeing how some people write makes me feel inferior.

Am I inferior?

What's the use of words like vituperations and flummoxed flowing off the tip of my tongue if I feel like this?

Such is the cliche of verbal sparring that bores me so incredibly so.
I gotta do something to improve myself.

The format of words plays nary a small role.
I'm gonna pummel yer sorry ass to the ground cause such are the cliches which everybody uses that I'm so moroningly mind-numbingly dead to it while it impresses other people.

Whose level of intellect are all this on?


Bloody heck I sound lyke some faggoty JC-esqe student.

yes, they bore me too.

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