The Devil's Kid

the neighbour's kid.
SUPERMAN!
BATMAN!
SPIDERMAN!
he's always screaming.
this morning i yelled at him,
'BANANA MAN!'
then i waved a banana in front of him.
my back was facing him and for dunno for what reason he whacked my right ass cheek.
damn pain ah.

New Year Resolutions

Since the new year is coming, might as well get my New Year Resolutions out.

1. Earn money and get my guitar
2. Write many songs
3. Make my ma happy
4. Be a better person
5. Remember to be a better person
6. Less TV, more music
7. Discover my goal in life
8. Always understand what the hell I'm doing
9. Appreciate the world
10. Smile more, smirk less
11. Laugh more, grumble less
12. Bring an umbrella out when it's going to rain
13. Terrorize little kids less
14. Save money
15. Not to smoke or take drugs
16. Try hard to not beat people up
17. Try to not curse and swear
18. Be more political
19. To not be an environmental hazard
20. To not become a terrorist
21. To not abuse and terrorize little old ladies
22. To not cry unless deeply touched
23. To not laugh unless absolute necessary
24. To remember to stop laughing
25. To refrain myself from buying clocks as presents
26. To stop whacking the computer when it hangs
27. To refrain myself from snorting at unfunny jokes
28. To try to not burp all the time
29. To take up Ultimate Farting
30. Write a book
31. To stop wishing that it would snow in Singapore
32. To stop roaring when watching football in the middle of the night
33. Laugh a normal laughter
34. Burp discreetly
35. Try not to let my obsession with Robbie Williams ruin my psychological being
36. To stop hollering songs, but actually sing them
37. Go for counselling once in a while
38. Remember to shit everyday
39. Eat moderately
40. To stop eating my facial wash
41. To be happy when waking up in the morning, but be happier when going to sleep at night
42. Watch more of Channel News Asia and less of Suria
43. Save up soon for a scooter bike
44. Save up soon for a BMW
45. Thank God to have brought me into this wonderful world
46. To be less sarcastic
47. To kick my bad habit of reading orbituaries
48. To be more sociable
49. To not say 'fuck' or 'fuck you' too often
50. To have a shorter list of New Year Resolutions

Err 2 Hungry Ghost Festivals?

i checked the lunar calendar.
okay i actually know how to read a lunar calendar.
so i'm not really entirely useless afterall.
i found out that the hell gate's gonna open twice next year.
apparently one of them's fake.
i dunno.
that's what ma said.
but if one of them is fake,
then how do we know when they're coming out.
that's why we have to do the same preparation and invite and welcome them up here twice.
uhh.
weird.

New Blogskin

woo i like this, man.
there's nothing here except words.
words words words and more words.

The Father of All Cockroaches

IT'S THE TY-RANY! OF NORMA-LITY!
Papa Roach rocks, man.
despite their dumb name.
who wants to be known as the Father of Cockcroaches, anyway.

Oh, Kids

i love the shows in the morning, during weekdays.
i watch Designer Guys, Debbie Travis' Facelift, Jamie Oliver shows.
i've been watching Jamie Oliver's shows since dunno when.
this time the show is called Jamie's School Dinners.
he tries to change the way school kids in England are eating.
cos their cafeteria food are mostly junk.
fish and chips, something weird i remember vividly that's called Turkey Twizzlers.
most of the food deep fried.
contains no vitamins.
all just rubbish lah.
some kids even eat chocolates and sweets during their lunches.
how can they survive man.
Jamie tries to change the cafeteria food to healthier stuff, more veggie and carbo and vitamins.
some schools were a success but some schools failed.
that's quite nobel, right?
he's unlike some celebrities who become successful and stop thinking about others but focusing on themselves.
he puts people's lives in perspective.
he has changed many lives, i agree.
then he has to juggle between this thing he's doing, and his restaurant Fifteen, and his family.
i'd like to check out Fifteen haha.
he has a pretty wife and lovely kids.
this one time i watched the show,
one of his kid, the older one, dunno Popey or Daisy,
he was sitting her on his lap.
suddenly the kid stuck her finger in his dad's chest and said, "hello. i like you."
then Jamie replied, "oh, i like you too."
i dunno what's funny about that but i laughed.
i think kids are crazy.
last night my neighbour's kid's friend came to visit him.
they were out in the corridor.
guess what they were doing?
they zoomed past my door every few seconds.
two kids flying past your doorstep can make you crazy.
and they run very fast.
i really mean zooming.
ZOOOM!
one flies past.
ZOOOOOM!
another flies past.
i wonder what their mothers feed them.
then suddenly the kid next door appears at my doorstep and shouted, "BANG BANG!"
no, he screamed.
i was watching TV.
scared the hell outta me.
then again he screams, "POLICE!"
yeah right.
the kid next door is the loud cop, his friend is the silent superhero.
he just holds his gun and stares.
that one very cute.
he looks like a smaller version of his dad.
same hair cut some more.
the noisy kid damn hyper.
he must be drinking coffee instead of milk.
once, he gave a tarzan yell and thumped his friend on the head.
the boy stared at his abuser then burst out crying.
poor boy, didn't fight back.
and he's older and taller then the noisy kid.

Yay A Job

i've got a job.
i've enough of slacking.
i've no purpose in life, man.
i'm gonna be working in a dim sum restaurant in Chinatown.
the money's okay.
the down side is having to wake up at six in the morning cos work starts at 7am.
i'd probably have to wake up earlier cos i live in Toa Payoh.
it takes 30 fucking minutes to get to Chinatown on bus 143.
have to go past balestier, novena, newton, orchard, blah blah blah blah, then reach Chinatown.
sight-seeing every morning, man.
think of all the stuff i'll buy with the money.
*HUGE GRIN*

Missing School [don't laugh]

i miss school.
i miss 4e4.
i miss the fucking building.
i miss the class' roudiness.
i miss the teachers' reprimandings.
i miss having to rush through homework.
i miss not caring about homework.
i miss mugging for exams.
i miss flunking tests.
i miss getting into trouble.
i miss the canteen food.
i miss morning assemblys.
i miss sleeping on the bus on the way to school.
i miss carrying my bag of school books.
i miss my school books. [i chucked them out. except for History stuff.]
i miss laughing as a class.
i miss sms-ing when the teachers aren't looking.
i miss being united as a class.

The Malaysian Trip

the Malaysian trip wasn't what i expected.
not very fun.
it's only been 10 days.
used to stay there up til two and a half weeks.
Malaysia has changed, fashion-wise.
all those surf brands Billabong, Quicksilver, Ripcurl, Roxy.
but all fake lah of cos, hard to find genuine.
if they sell genuine i don't think anybody will wanna buy.
cos it's expensive there.
there's a shop selling all those fake surf brand stuff where i bought a lotta things.
but some of the shirts looked like those you buy at Pasar Malams.
some for RM10, some for RM15.
but then there are those nicer ones but aren't surf brand stuff that costs around RM40.
and then all those accesories.
they sell stuff that look like they come out of 77th Street.
i think they're trying to be like Singapore leh.
most of the shops look like Far East Plaza's.
instruments there are waaaaaay cheap.
too cheap, to my delight.
accoustic guitars costs about RM300, those basic ones.
electric guitars costs around RM600.
and i was shocked, i saw a drum set going for RM1,280.
if i could i would have bought the drum set.
i only have to find a way to pack that home.
i'm going to get me an electric guitar there next year.
which reminds me,
anybody wanna go shopping next year at Malaysia before the Year End Sale ends?
the last day is 31st Jan, which is also my birthday haha.
i have no problem with the destinations, i know how to get my way around.
or we can plan a class shopping trip together.
book a whole bus to bring us there.
KL?
whee.
let me know if you wanna go.

The Land I Love

so i'm in Malaysia now.

to my dearest yongyong, if you're reading this, who says i can't blog in Malaysia?

he says he misses my blog entries.

well.

we went shopping earlier.

bought some pirated stuff.

CDs, DC shoes and a hoodie.

i love the hoodie!

this is the dream land of piracy, man.

i'll probably get sued for saying this.

but who can resist getting CDs at prices as cheap as RM6 each, along with lyrics?

ma didn't want me to buy a lot.

so i got 2.

only.

=(

but compared to the other things i bought,

wow.

hehehe.

Just A Thought

i want a vote in my own life.

Criss Angel: Mindfreak

last night ate too much of mom's curry.
today i have the diarrhoea thing going on.
i've been shitting like fuck.

watched Criss Angel: Mindfreak last night.
he was good, man.
i mean okay lah, like what a magician is.
he has a rock star look, instead of a magician.
David Blaine is mysterious and stuff, i think he's way better than Criss Angel.
Criss Angel has the face of JC Chasez, the eyes of Rob, and John Travolta's chin.
and he wears eyeliner, oh my God.
David Copperfield is the best there is, i think.
that stunt he pulled, the one that he separated his body into two, that was freaky.
but i was like, 'He's good!'
first magician who has had me at the edge of my seat.
i have a thing for magicians hahaha.

back to Criss Angel.
the fire stunt he pulled wasn't very impressive.
i mean, although he loves his mom and did that for her birthday,
i think i would have died if i was his mom.
i mean, what a thing to do for your mom, right?
by setting yourself on fire?
that put me off.
the voodoo doll trick was good.
he's crazy.

next episode he's gonna do the levitating thing, like when you float off the ground.
like what David Blaine did.
i think Criss Angel is too... cheery.
for a magician.
he's too normal leh.

i don't really like that show much,
not as much as i like Blaine and Copperfield's.
something was lacking.
i don't know what.
i think it's the way he does magic to show off and impress people.
David Blaine does his stuff, freak people out, give a dark smile, then walk away,
let you feel like you've seen a ghost.
okay that's what i like.
like he's does his magic for the sake of magic.
and he can do pretty exteme stuff,
like plucking a chicken's head off and fixing it back.

my relatives are coming over from Malaysia tomorrow.
all 13 of them, or 14.
my house is gonna be packed.
it's my cousin's wedding tomorrow.
wish her all the best.

Just A Thought

i want to hold my breath for as long as it takes.
i want to stop breathing just long enough to know what it would be like to be totally still.
like being just a cough away from death.
not really there - not really here.

New Blogskin

i like this blogskin, man.
suddenly had a strong urge to revert back to a blogger skin.
it looks nice, doesn't it?
there's a nice adult feel to it, cos it's named tequila something.
and there's no more tagboard.
so don't tag loh, people.
in case some bitch comes along and says something nasty again.
like i care.
uhh.

A Peep Into My World

i'm sleeping on a double decker bed.
the top part.
i'm constantly living in fear that i'd fall off and break my neck.
i remember first listening to 'Mockingbird' by Eminem on the radio.
i cried cos it was so emotional.
i was also struck by how emotional a rap song can get.
i'm sure that's just how Eminem is.
then this morning i was listening to his new song 'When I'm Gone'.
it was beautiful.
have you ever realised,
his songs are the most emotional there is in the world of rap.
how hard a man is,
but he can sing about his daughter with so much love and admiration.
yeah but aside from all the other rubbish songs he sings.

i love the darkness.
where no one can see me.
i feel at ease and relaxed.
it's like the darkness just envelopes me and shields me from the bright and demanding rays of the sunlight during the day.
in the darkness i can do things, and no one would holler at me.
cos they can't see me and get at me.

i love books.
i know i sound like a dork saying that but i can't help it.
i love the feeling of being lost in a story.
it's like the book just eats me up and i'm caught up in the story, the characters, and the plot of the story.

The Night of the Prom

it was okay.
the food was okay.
everything was okay.
took a lotta photos after that.
then it seems like everyone went clubbing.
around 13 of us went to this club called the Phunk Bar.
it was okay.
then until around 3am the police came.
i think we weren't supposed to be inside so we had to go before the police checked.
there was a time when the place got oo smoky and i had tears running down my face.
i was like, huh?
you can't imagine what my clothes smelt like.
okay, like, very smoky.
i went home later on and made my mom smell my blazer.
then went to the Bras Basah Kopitiam and Siling, Janice, Zhi Yang, PY, Noviani and I stayed until dawn.
then i went home and slept from 8am to 1.30pm, and from 3pm to 6.30pm.
watched Li Jia Wei get defeated by China girl Zhang Xue Ling.
table tennis is too intense.
not my kinda sport.
i still prefer soccer.
but now no soccer.
swimming is good.
Mark Chay!
hahaha.
our water polo team not bad.
get gold every year.
i love sports.
can't wait for the World Cup next year.

Just A Thought

i want to be six years old again - just for a day.
it's not that things were so much better back then.
they sucked.
but i was the kind of kid who knew how to laugh about it all.
that's what i want.
i want to laugh.