argh. i think i'm getting pms-ey. shitty. everything i see that annoys me even one bit i felt like shooting them with a shotgun or something. but heck, i suppose i can control myself. jus now got one fucking cheebye in the toilet spiking his fucking hair. dunno why but i felt like taking one of the toilet seat covers and whacking him till his brain spills out halfway. aah. i think i got ANDROPAUSE. oh no

YAAAAAAAA. bloody hell stupid math worksheet i don't know how to do 3/4 of the questions. then language arts got stupid converting genre shit i dunno how to do. fucking hell i spent the last 2 1/2 hours doing 3 math questions and one fucking worksheet which i only wrote 2 lines for. blah. for now, add math is easier than core math. baaaasket

oh well. ian cheong took to wearing contact lenses. i would like to comment that he looks ultra spastic without his specs, and..ya. he just looks ultra spastic without his specs. i also would like to say that we made ian cheong laugh till 1 of his contacts fell out. damn fun. stupid yaarn cheong. wear specs for wad. damn dARmB.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Basket i think i'm going to screw up this year. fiuclaak

ALO. Kampong Busok Sekali

came back from MAT LAND. basket every cny have to go back there damn sian one. full of small boy cousins who like to pull their sisters' hair and jump on me and bite my shirttTT.

ah yes. a few observations.
#1. mat schools are DUMB. which sort of school puts a PINEAPPLE as part of their school crest? the top part got some word, the left got some BOOk, then on the right got one fucking pineapple. don't tell me spongebob squarepants stay there.
#2. my 14 (this year) year old cousin who lives in malaysia doesn't like mats. because the school system is cocked up. each class 20 cheena boys and 20 mat orang utans, and since their classes are placed according to acedemic ranking, class A (the best one) has 20 chinkys and 20 mats, and my cousin who's in the D class, has better results than the MATs in A class. yet has to be put in the D class cuz of the obvious orang utan protection/conservation policy they have over at the planet of the apes.
#3. Mat madrasahs are damn big. as big as ACS(I), but most of it is grass, only one mosque thing in the center. damn dumb right?

bleh i still have SHIVANAs nomad mp3 player. kukunaden left it in my bag on wednesday. chey chey

aaaaah got bloody TING XIE tomorrow. wad the shit. i haven't even done my homework yet.

oh ya. read this http://sg.geocities.com/damnpowerful/ some excerpts include "THEN I VERY ANGRY AND I KICK HER BUT SHE NEVER DEAD" and "I USE MY MP5 TO ATTACK HIM BUT HE USE HIS ASS TO ATE MY ATTACK"

Zai Zian

QUACK

went to back ACS primary again. sigh. wish it was still back at AH HOOD. the new campus holds no memories..sigh sigh. the memories of throwing the chinese teacher's stack of TING XIE books into the dumpster outside, and *someone* throwing her stack of worksheets out from the 2nd floor. haha. those were the days. everyday recess play soccer, after school play soccer. still remember once i kicked the soccer ball into the basketball hoop from the other end of the court, albeit accidentally. and the more famous feat of kicking mister KELVIN LIM's soccer ball onto the highway bridge above the ah hood campus. then being scolded by chao LUM for being too sweaty and stuff. sigh sigh. until now i'm still using ACS(Primary)foolscap pads and zuo wen gao zi. lol. yep. those really were the days. sigh. noisy noisy noisy.

oh ya. SHIVANA got his face smashed in ice cream today. i got a nice pic on my hp. i'll use my ang pAO money to buy a cable to connect my 7250i to the computer. then can upload it and let you aLL seEEe. HE HE HE. HA HA HA. HO HO HO. merry christmas. and a happy chineees new year. hope you all get less ang pao than me. bye bye

Ready or Not -- A1

There's magic within you
There's magic in everything you do
Magic me to the place where
Dreams come true

Sometimes I go crazy
I get off on the crazy things you do
I'm jealous of every guy that
Looks at you

So tell me
Could you love a boy like me
Tell me could you love a boy like me

Because I need you
You're my heart and soul
And I'm gonna let you know
Ain't gonna let you go

Ready or not, here I come
You can't hide from me, hide and seek
Run away now, or stay now
Cos I'll keep searching for love

The game that you're playing
Why do you tease me like you do
You gotta let me down
Or see it though

You're straight from a move
But baby I'm not from Hollywood
By stealing your heart
I'll be your Robin Hood

Tell me could you love a boy like me
Tell me could you love a boy like me

Beacuse I need you
You're my heart and soul
And I'm gonna let you go

Ready or not, here I come
You can't hide from me, hide and seek
Run away now, or stay now
Cos I'll keep searching
I'll keep searching for love

Ready or not, here I come
You can't hide from me, hide and seek
Run away now, or stay now
Cos I'll keep searching
I'll keep searching for love

Baby - you can't hide the love inside
Searching for love
Baby - you can't hide the love inside

Could you love a boy like me, like me
Tell me could you love a boy like me

Because I need you
You're my heart and soul
And I'm gonna let you know

I'll never let you go! oh no!

Ready or not, here I come
You can't hide from me, hide and seek
Run away now, or stay now
Cos I'll keep searching
I'll keep searching for love

Ready or not, here I come
You can't hide from me, hide and seek
Run away now, or stay now
Cos I'll keep searching
I'll keep searching for love

Yellow!

argh i still got that weird stomachache that refuses to go away unless i drink ice cold water. then it comes back after 10 minutes. i feel like inducing a BARF. but dowan. but it feels damn shitty.bleh.

oh well. school start already. tAK BAGUS. sigh. i still wish we were back at prem centre in thailand, every night talking cock with the ppl staying in the same PENTHOUSE as me. i wonder why they call a porn magazine PENTHOUSE.damn spastic. oh well. i still remember on the third night at prem, we had a super long talk cock session, with 6 (me,nick koh, wesley, xide, soon kai and daniel loh) out of the 12 ppl in the penthouse coming over to my bedroom there to talk about spastic things. like SOUFFLES (pronounced SOO-FLAY or something like that). well for those of you who dunno, its some kind of high class dessert/food wadever thing which i don't understand. Nick koh the uber-rich kia was telling us all about it, though half the time i was only interested in calling him souffle (pronounce SOO FEL) boy. then we were all eating nick koh's stuff like famous amos cookies and skittles on MYYYY Bed. damn scary. wait THAI ANT come and eat me.

ah damn enuf of thinking back. must look to the fUTURE! DDUduDUDUDU!. oh nvm. ah lucky i did the ZHAO JU homework law FIEW MONG gave us during recess, so now i only got blardee add math to do. so fun. GATSBY GATSBY GATSBY! bleh doctor ONG steal our cny holiday. every chinese new year ACS(I) gives us one extra day of holiday,but this year don't have. LAO KUI. only got half day. so sad. i dowan to give drong my 118 thing already. hmf.

hoho. i found something fun to read somewhere. wee

"If anything, time has long proven that the MAF (malaysian armed forces) are great at getting toys with lots of buttons, and they love pushing them, but really have no idea what to do with them at all.

"Alright, we have the latest, shiny (request chrome coloured) AD45X345A3452M253 MATBOLEH naval command battle computer! It can engage 25,000 targets in the air, land, sea and undersea... let's give it to the- AHHYEEEEE!"

*Kaboom!" Harpoon (Anti-ship missile) hit.

Post mortem they didn't know they had to plug it to a power source. ST marine retrieves it and find's it's a 286 DHX computer that had been chromed with space invaders and digger installed.

Extreme example, but you get the idea..."

KAAP

argh. my stomach is weird. feel nauseous the whole day. i think i'm sick. neh neh. still got stupid ZHOU JI to do. i'm such a procrastinator. wrote one section then never continue. chey chey

now i shall continue to blog about the rest of the OEP.

DAY ONEEEEE (8 jan, thursday): reached prem centre from captain dang land. very very different from the stupid PRATUPHA. got real beds instead of wooden blocks. then we went to some KHANTOKE dinner thingy..very nice. ben soh and brandon drank alcohol and kena caught. orh HORR. i dunno why ppl like alcohol. coffee is nicer. wee. oh and this was the night where me, ian lin, sam chan and josh hoe spent the whole trip on the bus going "HELLO" to the other thai ppl on the road. well the HELLOs were wasted cuz many of them smiled back at us and only one guy riding on a pickup waved back. oh ya in thailand there are more pickup trucks than allother vehicles combined. Hoo.

DAY TWOOOOO: went to the nearby villages where they made POT. fat ian cheong tried to make a clay thing on the rotating platform but all he got was something that resembled a turd of shit,cuz he was banging it over and over again when he couldn't make the shape of the pot. YA. and we had a guide called KHAP. or KAAP. or something. actually his name is KAI. but since he kept going KHAP/KAAP, we called him that lor. PANDA IN THE RIVER! PANDA IN THE RIVER! you know how they got there? they climbed up the bamboo plants and fell in. cool right? and here i learnt that pandas eat the shoots of the bamboo, not the entire plant. KHAP. then we went to the hot springs and some solar panel place. oh then at night the most fun one. we went to the NIGHT BAZAAAR. something like the PASAR MALAM we have here and matland. i think its pointless for me to type out wad we did cuz it would be almost identical tto wad ian lin wrote. so i shall steal from him. wahaha.

"At night we went to the NIGHT BAZAAR, where we all learnt to bargain bargain. Bill PILL was right in that the fun of it was all in the bargaining experience. haha. we had a vietnamese scholar with us called HUNG. or something that sounds like that anyway. And like..WAH. that guy is super cool at bargaining. Like the auntie offers him something for 50baht. He tries to ask for 8 of the thing for a cheaper price, and the auntie is kind enough to offer 200baht. but NO. he wants 150BAHT. and he insists and insists on it for like 15 minutes, before the auntie shouts "NO BUY! NO BUY!" and chases him out of the shop. hahaha. There were also lots of gangster shops there. LIke selling real swords, blades, commando knives, gangster knives, switch blades, ninja shoryukens, stun batons, whips, BB guns, and every imaginable weapon that you could use in a gang war. We actually approached one shop with a smiley amicable guy and bought like super powerful laser pointers from him. I even asked him about one of the BB pistols he had. He took it out, loaded 2 shots and demoed it for me. BANG! BANG! both shots flew straight across the street all the way to the top of the electrical cable poles and disappeared in the darkness. shit man so powerful. never seen anything like it before" -- IAN LIN

oh yes. i invented the best way to bargain in thailand. especially when ppl want to sell you something that is very expensive. for your info the exchange rate is S$1 to 22 BAHT. wee. ok. for example when someone want to sell you a platinum gold plated turd of shit that came is 223 billion years old for 32,000 baht or something, just shake your head and then hold up 2 fingers and go "TWO BAHT!" and keep doing it until something fun happens =D

DAY THREEEE: went to some stupid hike up a faggy hill with..ah nevermind i shall not talk anymore. too boring. i shall just tell you all the remotely fun stuff that happened, on all the days la.

--we all had to duckwalk atsome point when we had to go down the hill, which lead to me being attacked by a plant and left me with a big cut. stupid plant
--at the hydroelectric plant, there was a snake floating around the river, presumably dead. you know wad happened? a PANDA fell on it. piak
--dickson got a thai girlfriend from the princes royal college. hoho. she even yelled 'DEEKSON!' at the end of the exchange and ran to him and gave him something. hEe.
--me, ian lin, wesley and CHEW were supposedly "F4". and we had to dance para para for the stupid PRC ppl. all chew's and BILL PILL's fault.
--Night bazaars sell BB semi-auto pistols, machine pistols, assault rifle, submchine guns and even an L96A1 (AWP for all you ppl who get all your weapon "knowledge" from CS.) BB sniper rifle.
--I got sprayed all over with elephant mucus. when iwas riding it. damn smelly.
--we read FOEs HP at chiang mai airport. all from KINYIK one. i think foe is GAY. =P
--i wore armored underwear (2 disposable underwear over normal one) for rafting and i didn't even get wet
--NICHOLAS KOH WAS WHACKED BY A TReE BRANCH AND FELL INTO THE WATER WHILE RAFTING. WAHA AH AH AHAHAHA HAHAHA. i think the tree mistook himfor a PANDA.

we went home on the 14th of jan. after 10 days of THAI ANTS. i koped sanitary pads from the airplane toilets. wee

thats all i can say la. tired already. i'll go have a bARF. blaararharharhahghqghag.

Aah. so tired i dunno why..must be the lack of coffee..

oh yes. the songs we sang over there..lovely lovely..

um..firstly there was Para para sakura.. then got dancing in the moonlight thanks to nicholas koh's 6610. occasional bursts of ppl trying to sing the bee gees stayin' alive with that high high voice.then there was the captain dang song. when everyone else was asleep in the bus, i'd hum to myself the tune of "The battle hymn of the republic".

oh yes i'd like to add that throughout the latter half of the bus journey on the first day, stupid ian lin was holding the muffin in front of my face when the window was open so all the crumbs would get blown onto my face. stupid guy.

and i also would like to add that the ppl there are friendly. wave at them and they'll wave back.except for the bunch of little boys opposite our bus who pointed middle fingers at us. weeheehee

thai commandos also introduced the THAI ANTS to us. they're just ants lor. but from thailand. damn cool

something else i've been dying to say. even though its not part of the commando camp but its still in the actual OEP. while rafting, fat nick koh got whacked by a branch and fell into the water

i think i'll go sleep soon. wait tomorrow tak boleh wake up at 0600hrs.

kuku. goodnight! i'll continue soon

oh yay. yesterday we came back from thailand..land of the captain DANG, PRATUPHA, hong nams and tigers that go YAAAAAAAAA. wee. ok heck. i'll just say a few things about it for now. first 4 days in camp PRATUPHA where we slept in funny bunks for the first 2 nights. then third night was in some little hill in a forest..oh yeah the weather is very nice..in the day it is cooling, but at night is cold..and the air was quite dry.. ian lin developed lip tumours and shivana's lip/chin area had so much dry skin hanging out that he looks more like fidel castro..for that night, 2 ppl shared a tent. guess who i shared the tent with. it was the black lip rolling around snore a lot cough-every-half-an-hour and also can fart while sleeping fat guy who almost took up all my sleeping space and collapsed half the tent IAN CHEONG. or should i say the infamous G4. oh well.i shan't go into details about the stupid commando camp except that on the last day, something fun happen. i tell you STORY.

and so it was. when we were on the bus from chiang mai airport transferring to camp PRATUPHA, and we were given this box of food to eat while on the bus la. i think it had a can of COKE (which is called "IAN" in some thai word or something like that), a banana, an orange, a cake, and some water. we ate everything except for the orange, for the simple fact that it was to troublesome to peel in the small confined space of the bus which had 20 fans and no air con. so me and IAN LIN had a competition to see who could keep the orange for 10 days. well mine exploded in my bag on the first night, so i placed it on top of my bunk there. then on the 4th and last day of the commando camp, while we were packing up, he found it, and so he went to throw it at me, and i went to whack it away la. but i whacked it too hard i suppose, and the whole orange exploded and hit the wall behind our bunks, and showered the unlucky smiley boy HO WEI XIONG with orange juice, orange peel, the orange itself, and quite a few seeds. the wooden wall was also splashed with orange juice, and a few seeds also flew to fat ian cheongs bunk and mine. damn fun

i shall proceed to talk about the weird customs they have in the thai army. when it was time to have our meals, we have to go to the cookhouse/canteen there la. and then you know wad we have to do? we have to run in and go "EYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Like TIGER" -- quoted from the translator. i guess Thai tigers are weird. then we'll do all sorts of stupid things like whacking your own arm when they say something that sounds like "porkchop". oh ok. then we found out many other things about the people around us. for example we were trying to figure out whether darren chew was a J-pop/k-pop/or canto-pop star? anyone want to take a guess? for obvious reasons like having long hair and white skin..cool right? there's also his "fan-hair", something that i won't go into... hahahaha chew also cannot take eggs. damn funny cuz in the plane from bangkok to chiangmai the steward was confirming all the ppl with special meals la..so the thai steward asked him "CHEW? NO EGG?" then he just did his pop star smile and said yes. weeheehee. he also can do PARA PARA. damn cool

oh yeah on the forth day they showcased the small arms that the thai commandos used la..it was damndamndamndamnnice. they had an AK-47, M-16A2, HK 33 assault rifles, M-60 and RPD machine guns, and a M-79 grenade launcher..kinda obiang la, all these being vietnam war era..but the AK-47 was by far the cooolest.i cocked it over and over again..yay..oh and contrary to what everyone thinks, all the assault rifles shown sound the same. i expected the AK to sound very different la..oh and the machine guns were too loud to hear any difference betweeen them. wee

i shall stop typing here. maybe continue tonight. YA. ok.bye bye.

RUN LIKE TIGER. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

left toe, right toe, keep up the tempo....

weee..just came back from NCC.. all the stupid PSLs like ian cheong anyhow shout one. damn stupid.

sigh. next week going thailand liao. i bet you don't know wad is HONG NAM YING. its thai for FEMALE TOILET. wahaha. like TANDAS PEREMPUAN(sp?) like that.

hoho the first one who tells me how to say "YOU EAT FEMALE TOILET" in thai on my tagboard wins a prize! faster faster. IAN LIN CANNOT ANSWER. ya.

heh that time NCC camp got one NCC Air staff sgt know the C-130 rollin down the strip song thing...i wonder where he learnt from..i tot only the US Marines sang that..nah here it is

C-130 rollin down the strip

Soldier, soldier, have you heard
I’m gonna jump from a big iron bird
Up in the morning in the drizzlin’ rain
Packed my chute and boarded the plane

C-130 rollin' down the strip,
Recon daddy gonna take a little trip.

Mission top secret, destination unknown.
We don't know if we're ever coming home.

Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door,
Jump right out and Shout MARINE CORPS!

And if my main don't open wide,
I got another one by my side,

And if that one don't billow round,
I'll be the first one to hit the ground!

Look out ground, I’m a-coming through

If I die on the old drop zone
Box me up and ship me home
Bury speakers all around my head
So I can rock with the Grateful Dead

Bury speakers all around my toes
So I can rock with Axel Rose
If I die on a Chinese hill
Take my watch or the commies will

If I die in the Korean mud
Bury me with a case of Bud
Put my wings upon my chest
And tell my Mom I did my best

Stickin' and a slashing,
Killin' and a gashin'
Singing lo righty layeft
Lefty righty layo