Jill and I

The following is a story written by my abdul samad schoolfriend for CAP( creative something programme)...He's abit afraid it might be too controversial for the singaporeans to handle... so i asked him to gave it to me for commenting...personally i like it although the style is abit reminiscent of "The curious incident about the dog in the night time"...Would appreciate if you read and comment...everything is intentional

(****)# means it was striked out in the original...but i dunno how to replicate

Jill and I

When I first met Jill, I pulled her hair.

Well, I were six then, after all.

She started crying, then she punched me and I started crying. Then we were both crying and running cos I was chasing her trying to pull her hair and she dint want that. Then the teacher made us both say sorry to each other and we did and we became mates.

We were mates for a long time. Even when I stole her doll and let the dog have it. Even when I found out that she’d told Tracy Russels how much I fancied her and Tracy’d said “Ew.” Even when she tripped during football and her boots hit my balls and dad had to take me to hospital.

We were mates until It happened. And then we weren’t mates no more.

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When It happened, we were both thirteen. Well, Jill was; her birthday was in March. I was younger’n her cos my birthday wasn’t till June.

I was in the loo one day on the crapper when I heard some of the older boys come in. I rec’nized Gary’s voice and some other guy cos they were talking while they pissed. Gary was laughing at the other guy cos he said he had small thing. I could tell the other guy weren’t happy with that cos he told Gary to eff off.

Them talking about it made me (cureeos coorious)# puzzled so when I got home that day I made sure dad was out and took the ruler out and measured my thing. I’d never done that before and I didn’t know whether it was big or not. I was going to ask my best frend Jack but then I thought he might think I was coming on to him and call me a faggot so I decided not to.

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A few weeks later I remember askin’ Mrs. Littleworth about my thing and about girl things. She told me it weren’t right to think of things like that and that if I started thinking of ‘em I should get down and pray to Jesus cos Jesus would send the things away. I said to her no thanks because I didn’t want Jesus to take my thing away and she said I didn’t understand but the bell rang then and I had to go.

I saw Jill later and asked her about her thing but she said it weren’t any of my effin (bisness)# business.

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Tracy’s birthday came round and she had a big party cos her parents were rich. She dint ask me to come but she invited Jill and Jill took me along.

It was a boring party at first but then it got better cos Sam Welcher brought his dad’s beer with him and got drunk and did a funny dance. Then we were all dancing and Jill told me I had to dance with her cos otherwise the others would look at her funny.

So we danced really slow and then Jill gave me a kiss. Not a wet snog like I saw Patty Jenkins give Adam Marshall once at the school gate, just a peck on the lips. It was nice.

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I asked Jack about this stuff once. He reads a lot so he knows lots of stuff. He told me that we were goin’ through (pooberty poobertee)# changes cos we were getting older. That was why we was getting hairy under our arms and near our thing. I said I dint have any hair and he showed me his which was patchy but def’nitly growing.

He said that soon we’d be able to make babies and I asked him whether we’d learn it in the design workshop or something and he laughed and said that no, we’d just have this white stuff that can make babies. I asked him how and he said he dint know because his dad had caught him reading the book that told him all this and yelled at him and taken the book away.

It was probly like growing plants, Jack said. Put the white stuff in the ground and water it and babies will grow.

I wish they’d teach us this stuff at school but no-one talks about it except Mrs. Littleworth and she just tells us to pray to Jesus.

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When I saw Jill again we started talking. Jill is cool cos even though she’s a girl she can chat about football and other girls.

I asked her about her thing again and she got all quiet. She said if I stopped bothering her she’d show me her thing if I showed her mine. So I did and she giggled and I giggled when I saw hers and we were both giggling cos it all looked so silly. Then she kissed me again and said we shouldn’t tell anyone, especially Mrs. Littleworth.

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I ran into Gary again in the toilet like before. This time I was pissing too and he laughed at my thing just like he laughed at the other guys. I could see his was big but I dint care cos I told him that at least I’d seen a girl’s thing and I bet he dint.

He told me that he’d seen girl’s things and done more and I asked him what so he told me that guys and girls can put their things together. I said no way but he looked serious.

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Jill and I were in her room one day and I told her bout what Gary had said. She told me that her frends called it sex and that everyone said Tracy Russells had sex all the time.

I was (coreous curios kurius)# nosy about sex and so was Jill so we locked the door and looked at our things. My thing was getting hard like it sometimes does and Jill said that was so it could do sex.

We were about to try it but then I saw the Jesus (croosifik crucifink)# crucifix round her neck and thought of Mrs. Littleworth and my thing wasn’t so hard no more. Jill asked me why and I told her and she took Jesus off. Then we heard a car in the street and got scared cos we thought it were her parents back from work and I stuffed Jesus into my jeans and we put our clothes on.

But it wasn’t her parents so we tried it again and it felt nice, but Jill said it hurt and I got scared cos there was some blood. And then I felt like I was peeing but I wasn’t and my thing got soft. Then we got dressed and dint look at each other cos we felt a bit embarrassed.

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Jill wouldn’t talk to me no more after that for some reason. So I spent most of my time with my other mates and I told Jack bout what I done with Jill but he dint believe me.

Then one day my dad came in with a very serious look and said come with me and I went with him to a clinic. Jill was there with her parents and her mum was crying. Her dad started shouting when he saw my dad. The nurse told ‘em to get out so they went and I could hear them shouting then it was quiet.

Jill’s mum wouldn’t let me near her and Jill wouldn’t look at me. When my dad came in I asked him what were wrong and he told me that Jill was getting an (aborshen)# abortion. I asked him what that was and he said it was killing a baby.

I dint know where the baby came from so I asked but he told me to stop being an idiot cos Jill had told her parents everything and about us having done sex once. I said yeah but where did the baby come from? He looked at me for a long time then said that sex can make babies.

I thought he was lying but he was dead serious. Then the nurse called Jill in and her parents went in with her and her dad gave me a dirty look. And I realized that the baby must have come from us and the sex and that now they were going to kill it.

I felt sick then and were looking for some tissues in my jeans but instead I felt something else and took it out. It were Jill’s Jesus.

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I never saw Jill again after that cos her parents took her away to another school. And the whole school knew about what had happened cos Tracy Russells told ‘em.

That all happened a year ago. Dad told me all about sex and babies and I understood and I wondered why they never told us this before. Maybe then Jill and I would still be frends.

Ever since she left I started wearing her Jesus crucifix and whenever I think of her I touch Jesus and pray that she is happy.

There and back and goin back there again

Yowza....I'm back in malaysia....

The time now is 12.36 am on January 31 2006 and my whole family is watching a beauty contest on NTV7 in which the msian contestant made a spectacular fool of herself by displaying her enormously lacking (or rather non-existent) mental capabilities...It's some sorta Miss Chinese Cosmos Contest....that's right...chinese martians...although they are quite cebu(a slang from the southern region ie johor n singapore which means lenglui)

I just came back from Ipoh tday...Chinese New Year ma...thankfully only there for 2 days...because it's quite boring actually...although gambling with my cousins held some interesting possibilities as some of em have since grown up a little more thus creating a new generation of qin wong ji wong(king gambler(s))...i tried to teach em to play bridge...which i picked up in singapore...but the idea didn't really caught on so we stayed with good ol' cho dai di and mahjong and blackjack...mind u...some of those little blighters are bloody lucky(they pawnd me lotsa times...makin me a whole lot poorer)

Met up with Sue Bee in Ipoh...she's gonna be there till the comin thursday by which time i'll probably be in Johor...we talked for bout 1.5 hours in a local kfc...mostly her though...it wasn't till after she left that i realised we didn't buy anything from kfc...alamak!! so sorry sue bee...make u talk so long n never buy u a drink somemore...hope u didn't get a sore throat...somemore i later quite pai seh when i look at the kfc staff...they must be thinking...bloody cheapskate...sit there for free air con(it was a VERY VERY HOT day)

I wanted to call jordan along as well ( because i was under the impression he was in Ipoh)...unfortunately..he was sleeping throughout the whole journey north and therefore ignored my calls till he reached taiping...he's only supposed to go down to ipoh on tuesday(today actually)

I went down to Taylors the other day...actually...i meant it only as a short lunch with caleb and yentink...as those were the only two i met o9... in any case...i still haden't done my cny shopping at that time(which my mum contantly reminded me about)so i din't meant to stay long...

I got myself into my taylors Tee( because i actually signed up for a-levels there ade and paid up teem so now i have a black T-shirt worth 500 bucks) and went to taylors and WHAT THE HECK!! SO MANY CHS-ers... good lord...wliau...sia la... in the end had lunch with about 10 ppl...then everyone had to leave...cos like i said...it wasn't planned...left me and yentink...and we met shaun and rachel....and yentink's driver( a fellow taylorian) dislocated his leg(search me) and got sent to hospital and she got stranded and to cut a long story short...she tumpang taxi with shaun and rachel to 1u to get back home....in the end...i went round the taylors' campus and met A LOT more ppl from chs until my parents called and i went shopping...

Thankfully...most of my friends still haven't changed....much....yet....understandably...it's only been a month...but i'm still thankful...

Lots of ppl have asked me the same questions these past few days...I've mainly answered in vague generic terms such as "ok" and "fun" and"tiring" because I'm a vague generic person... Anyhow...I feel pretty bad because i felt i did not do their questions and my experiences in singapore justice so I have decided to compile a list of FAQs...and this time around...i shall endeavour to answer in a vaguely generically specific way(whatever that is)

1. How's life in Singapore?

Ok...i'll admit it... i actually enjoy life there..no kidding...it's very easy to get around (1. because it's small and 2. the public transport is excellent) and there's something different about stayin in a boarding school. Being with your peers at all times allows you to do crazy stuff like staying up till 4am spray-painting your roomdoor gold for chinese new year decorations[there was a competition see and my indian roomates were all excited about it so we did a multicultural decoration thingy where they wrote new year greetings in tamil and malayalam and me and the other msian did it in eng,malay and chinese...i missed the prize giving ceremony cum CNY dinner but turns out we got 4th ;-) ] and going down to the beach and dunking people in it just for the heck of it and dryin off under the sun as and when we want too...being away from home actually liberalizes you alot...You can ask Jordan or the other ASEAN scholars and i bet they will agree...think about it as a Harry Potter lifestyle...minus the magic

2. How's school there?

School here is actually pretty cool...so far i have very interesting lecturors and tutors(except for the econs guy...more on him later) and the best part is...there's a whole lot more than lectures and tutorials...like i said...the ccas here i really very active... i'm finally able to take part in everthing that i've always wanted to join because this place literally has everything(that i've ever wanted to join)... 73 ccas to choose from...and each one is serious...none of em dead or slacking...and all of em run by students for students!! My days are literally packed not with schoolwork but rather with lots of zany crap and outings along with my feeble attempts to get in shape for the NAPFA shit...it's tiring..but very very fun...because u get to share it with alot of friends...Right now, we're also conducting a game called angel-mortal where you as an angel are supposed to write msgs to ur mortal and vice versa...the angels know who their mortals are...but not the other way round....we play it with our seniors, so we get to ask them stuff about the college as well...Angels are supposed to give gifts to their mortals as well..the more common gifts are chocs and sweets...although some rich ppl can get more expensive stuff...so far i've given my mortal a cover of time magazine with a picture of mao zedong, a rock, a fork and a squashed ping-pong ball...unfortunately...all identities will be revealed on valentines' day...hope she doesn't kill me...i got her name wrong as well in the 1st letter...it's xun ai, i wrote xuhai..as for my econs tutor...he's a nice guy...except that he seriosuly lacks confidence which prompts my friend to say that if you push him on the floor...he'll sit there and cry.. Sure..you study alot as well but as they say at victoria...play hard...work hard

3. How are the singaporeans...aren't they kiasu?

IF there's one thing about singaporeans havin misconceptions about us...there's also alot of malaysians running around with false impressions of singaporeans...for convenience..i've compiled a list of things to note below:

A)Singaporeans are more kiasu-They are not more kiasu than us....they are exactly like us...true...they care about their studies and every mark is very important to them...but then again...we also care about our studies and i still remember the scenario after our school examinations where there will be long lines to see Mr. Hardev for that one mark too....relax guys...i think it's normal after all...

B)Life there is very pressurising and therefore tough- I assume this stems from the fact that singaporeans are more kiasu than us ( which they are not) Look...ppl used to say that life in 5s1 was pressurising and tough and all because we are all kiasu...life in 5s1 was one of the best parts of my life ever...if that's pressurising...i'll take it any time of the week including sundays...

C) Singaporeans are smarter than us/know more than us - Firstly, knowing more than us(which they don't) does not make them smarter than us. Secondly, they are not smarter than us...I'll put it this way...the singaporeans and us are alike in every way with the only conceivable difference i have managed to find is that we all speak and write better chinese and malay than any of them.Period.

All in all, you cannot tell a singaporean and malaysian apart...they can't...i can't...i doubt u can either...

P.S. Remind me to buy Sue Bee a drink the next time i meet her...i owe her one

Memoirs of the CHSian Who Graduated in 2005

Hi, guys!

www.anamnesis-chs.blogspot.com

For you to savour.

Lightbulb

Hey guys! I hope you're enjoying your holidays (if you haven't registered for any college), or having fun doing assignments (if you're already in college). My (almost) daily journal of my life in Singapore can be found in my own blog, so I wouldn't post much here actually.

Anyway, here's something for you to chew on (and possibly laugh if you get the joke!). :D

Q: How many RJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: 4 whole faculties. One faculty to design the new bulb, one faculty to test it out, one faculty to market it and one faculty to write a stupid e-mail about lightbulbs.

Q: How many HCJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: The whole school. To compete with RJC.

Q: How many VJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: The whole school. One student to screw it in and the rest to cheer and wave flags and banners to give him/her support.

Q: How many NJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None. They can study without light.

Q: How many AJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: They're too busy trying to be one of the top 5 JCs.

Q: How many ACJC students does it take to change lightbulb?
A: None. They'd use all their money to employ YJC to do it for them.

Q: How many YJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None. Only one teacher to tell them what a lightbulb is in the first place and to demonstrate. (How do you think they're able to change it for ACJC?)

Q: How many CJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: They'd prefer it darker. *raises eyebrows*

Q: How many JJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None. Their physics is so bad that they make the male teacher cry.

Q: How many TPJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: They wouldn't bother.

Q: How many SAJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None. They believe in praying for it.

Q: How many NYJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None. They are still using oil lamps.

Q: How many SRJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Huh, wat litebarb...

Q: How many TJC students does it take to change the lightbulb?
A: None. They think they are very bright already.

Q: How many PJC students does it take to change the lightbulb?
A: F*** the lightbulb lah, the principal will do something about it. Let's do 300 jumping jacks for not wearing the proper school attire.

Q: How many MJC students does it take to change the lightbulb?
A: None. They are all too worried and concerned about getting retained or kicked out of school at the end of Year 1.

Drop by my blog at any time folks! Sigh, classes starting officially next week. Not looking forward to it at all...

I NOT STUPID TOO!!

Have anyone watched this movie?? Its the sequel to I NOT STUPID. TOO should be pronounced as "2" ...coz the chinese name is xiao hai bu ben 2..as i found out a lot of ppl got confused with the title..apparently they didn't know this was the sequel and they thought it was the first one they saw..which was like 4 years ago...

Anyway...this film is really worth watching...it really really relates to us...this movie will make u cry ..and laugh a lot too!! seriously..the storyline is well...quite predictable..but they way the director shoots it..well..u'll hav to see it to know what i'm talking about

Although sometimes the movie does get a little illogical....but still..dun think too much when u see this movie..and u will sure be touched by it..

I GIVE IT an A +++ anytime..

although maybe i just think it is so good coz the movie was free(my uncle belanja)
or maybe it's because i didn't see a movie in a cinema for more than 1 month now...

but still..if i say its good...it can't be that bad, RIGHT???

and anyone seen memoirs of a geisha?? nice arh??
can anyone post a movie review on memoirs of the geisha??

=P

yo sikeat'z here

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh sam is killing me!!! save me plz....................... taylors is like a second chs haha so many chs-ians there...whoz not studying at the moment leh??

THE STUPIDEST SONG EVER!!

I was in this OAC ( Outdoor Activities Club also known as ODAC ) camp for the past weekend...it was like a scouts camp lar..but their campfire songs and games are very much lamer but oh well...some of the time being lame is quite fun!!

here is the stupidest of all the campfire songs..

FOUND SOME PEANUTS *2
FOUND SOME PEANUT LAST NIGHT
LAST NIGHT I FOUND SOME PEANUTS
FOUND SOME PEANUTS LAST NIGHT.
( SING USING THE OH MY DARLING, OH MY DARLING, OH MY DARLING, CLEMENTINE TUNE)

BROKE IT OPEN *2
BROKE IT OPEN LAST NIGHT
LAST NIGHT I BROKE IT OPEN
BROKE IT OPEN LAST NIGHT...

(THEN, SUBSITUTE BROKE IT OPEN WITH THE FOLLOWING PHRASE)

:
FOUND IT ROTTEN

ATE IT ANYWAY

HAD A STOMACH ACHE

CALL THE DOCTOR

APPENDIXIDIS(dunno how to spell)

HAD A SURGERY

DIED ANYWAY

WENT TO HEAVEN

GOT REJECTED

WENT THE OTHER WAY

FOUND IT ALL A DREAM

FOUND SOME PEANUTS

BROKE IT OPEN..

repeat and repeat and repeat......

lame leh..
haha

if u dun understand then well...maybe becoz u're not lame enough....or maybe i'm too lame..but leave a comment and i'll try to explain this song to u all if u dun understand!!

i'll end this post wif a LAME joke

Y is the ocean blue?



coz all the fish go BLURP BLURP BLRUP


and some singaporeans racist jokes.
Wat do u call an european wif a blade??

A KINGHT

Wat do u call a jap wif a blade?

A SAMURAI

Wat do u call an indian wif a blade??

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grass cutter..

Photos

Dearly beloved fellow classmates of 5S1 from Catholic High School Petaling Jaya (NOT Singapore) for the year of 2005. I've put up all the pictures I took of our very..beloved class on my Yahoo! Photos site. Do check them out.


http://photos.yahoo.com/cnxc323/


They may be blurry, but I don't care! Neither should you. It's the thought that counts man.

Reports from the pimple on malaysia's ass

Oh man...this is so swell...a 5s1 blog...

Xingji here reporting on life in singapore...and finding out that after a long absence in the field of writing....it gets hard to acquaint yourself with it once more

I've been sitting here since 3 pm(it's now 6pm) trying to figure out what to write...when darrell comes along and tells me to just write about life here and how i've (barely) adapted to it...by the way...big thanx to darrell for setting this blog up....3 cheers n 3 cheers n 3 cheers for darrell...(hip hip hurray x3)

By the way...that is one of the cheers we have in my jc(junior college)...minus the darrell... if there's one thing i've learnt since joining a singaporean jc...is that they have acronyms for everything...many of which i shall litter unnecessarily throughout this post...don't mind them...their presence is more useless than a weasel in a cardboard t-shirt.

Life here isn't too bad actually... food in my hostel is fine...9 choices per sitting..of lauk that is...talkin about lauk...or rather malay....the standard here is pretty atrocious..considering that it is still ( constitunionally) their official language....check out the signs in the mrt if u ever come here....their not exactly bad till it's funny...their just plain bad...

My hostel houses a fair amount of indons, chinese, indians and some viets, thais, filipinos and cambodians...msians actually not many..hehe...being able to speak malay and chines is actually pretty cool for the first time ever....you get the sense of how important being multi lingual is when you have to communicate with people of other nationalities...

True...they all speak english( with different accents) but being able to talk to them in their mother tongue is a plus point....as it makes em feel like u r "one of em"...and it also allows u to eavesdrop on their (previously) private conversations...hahaha...no point learning tamil though...many indians that come here can't speak it either...

About the only thing i've really got to complain about is that I have to clean my own toilet and do some of my own laundry....manually...the limit they place on the laundry system is ridiculous...5 tdhirts a week....2 towels a week....shaun's place is apparently better....10 pieces of clothing(any sort) per session...we all have 3 laundry sessions a week...mon...wed...and fri...cleaning your own toilet sucks...expecially when u share with others...they make dirty...but u still have to clean...thankfully...my roommates all pretty kuai....two indians and another msian...not much to complain about...

Hey...the indians must be really smart man...one of my roomates has a nuclear scientist for a father( He works for the Indian Atomic Energy Agency...to be repeated with an indian accent and great shakes of the head)...the other's dad is a chief engineer while his mum is a Maths professor...and they read " A brief history of time" for leisure...OMG

By the way...if you ever meet indians from india...remember...when they shake their heads...it means yes...this caused some confusion in the beggining...thankfully ...they don't nod when they say no...otherwise i'll be really screwed up...

One thing i miss is my house pc...(and you guys as well...haha)...the hostel com always got people use...and not all got LAN cables....all the PRC( people's republic of China) and indons have their own coms...only the msian so stupid...believe the don't bring your own com bullshit..you can't play games on the school com...and they only got windows messenger...according to our seniors...the hostel network has apparently been hacked before...where ppl will hog the entire bandwidth for emselves...and this sacred knowledge is passed down from generation to generation( like the kama sutra)...so we better enjoy the internet while we can...if ever i stop comin o9...u noe y la...

JC life is fun....for now....because it's still orientation...i'll elaborate abit(well...maybe alot) on orientation in my jc...we get sorted into 8 OGs (orientation groups) with each group's name beggining with an initial that comes form the word victoria...thus this year we have....valhalla, inferno,chronos,thor,osmoze(my group),razzle, icis and animagus...the theme this yr was superheroes...and the storyline was pretty lame....something about emperor momo trying to steal a powerful artefact called Victoria's secret...i dunno about the other jcs...perhaps the others can post their thought here as well.... :p

Which brings me to my next point...singaporeans are actually pretty lame...as in swt sorta lame..
u won't believe the cheers here...the lyrics are unbelievable...as in unbelievably cheesy...still...their still only a bunch of 16 yr olds...ha(like me)...oh...and they dunno what swt means...but they have a slang of their own...like sia la and stuff...walau they oso got...plus....wacow and dunno what else...They also play a pathetic form of mafia called polar bear...where u have polar bears(mafia) hunter(spy) n villagers(citizens).....do u see the big flaw...no doctor...the polar bears always win...the spy is useles...and...nvm...we also play such intelectually matured and challenging games such as Bang Bang and concentration which i will not elaborate for good reason...

Another thing...the people here seem to be pretty hush hush about relationships..if at all they have any...as in bgf....and when you tease them...they actually get VERY embarrased...and angry...like primary school kids...and i've found out the reason why...same sex sec schools...almost all sec schools here one sex punya...and as a result...on the first day of class the other thursday( like some intro lesson where u meet ur civics tutor(ct) n ur seniors)...boys sit one side...girls sit one side....all dare not talk to each other...

Even my seniors also pretty childish...but i think i better stop griping about that....did i mention that everyone looks like primary school kids( sommore some of their sec school uniform is the msian primary school wan...haha)

I've also found out that sinagapore has a secondary catholic high as well....much too late...cos first day when ice breaker...i say i'm from chs...everyone like eye me weirdly( somemore the pants is the same green color...except their is shorts...like our form 1 n two boys punya)...later on i found out that the singapore chs has a bad reputation of churning out gays...so much so that even tho it's officially an all boys school...evreryone thinks of it as a coed...it's true actually....one of the ogl(orientation group leader)s from chs damn gayish.....wlak like a girla...voice damn high ...n wear baby blue paul frank shoes...we've since called him frankie...thankfully...he wears a bell around his neck(no kidding) so we get ample warning to hide...

JCs in singapore are also very into mass dances...which is actually line dancing on a massive scale....my school has 6...all of which involve ridiculously complicated steps and routines which i fear i shall never muster...(just stand in the middle where no one can see you...that's the trick)The cheers here are lame when compared to the good ol chs 9th pj scout troup cheers...in fact...some of them are total rip offs of scout cheers...like the so called vj spirit...it's actually bp spirit...substitute vj for bp...get it...shaun said his school song (ACJC...Anglo Chinese Junior College)...is actually a rip off of the canadian maple leaf forever national song...his school bell chimes to "o canada"....how quaint

Our school also has abit of urban legends to it...there's one about uncle mayo....who is apparently the man who helps out out the western food stall...and goes to the boy's toilet to bertafakur every monday at 6pm....which is why no one eats the mayo at the western food stall...haha

Last friday....our school brought us to the fountain of wealth at suntec city( worls' largest fountain) near the esplanade....where we performed mass dances in public..the horror...and fun actually...

JCs here also require you to join ccas( co-curricular activities)...most people join one or two...i signed up for 17...haha...the senior nearly threw up when i mentioned that...no scouts here...but there's a DOTA club...no kiddin..termed...strategic gaming club...i'm goin for tryouts next wednesday...and on thursday for air rifle....

Life here isn't too bad...seriously....did i mentioned we have to clean our own toilets though...

Long live 5s1

Form 6, anyone?

"Berapa orang pergi ke Taylor's?"

*numerous hands waving in the air*

"Ish. Banyaknya! HELP pula?"

*some hands waving wildly in the air*

"Okey. Siapa balik kat Tingkatan Enam?"

*Semua orang duduk diam, pandang ke kiri... ke kanan... ke hadapan... ke belakang...*

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Anyone who might be heading back to Form 6? I'd most probably be, while waiting for scholarship results. I know Tim, Si Yi and Wen Chee might be, too. Anyone else?

I should really stop posting questions as posts.

Okay: so here's an update of what's happening in my life. Seriously, nothing major OR minor is taking place at the very moment. I spend most of my time staring at screens (all kinds: computer screens, TV screens, phone screens, storybook screens, sun screens... The latter is a lie.) while everyone else is buffing up their brain capacities and wardrobes for college.

I love uniforms. Seriously. You don't even have to think about what to wear.

I really have to stop this habit of inserting parenthesises in my posts. Sorry about that.

Anyway, it's partially my fault for being caught in this state of perpetual boredom.

Me quoting myself: "What's the point of me working now when I'm going to spend the rest of my life working anyway?"

Holidays have made me lazy. Aaaaaah!!!

I've also been caught eating too much chocolate, and fiddling around with sixth form biology books. I'm happy that they've inserted quite a bit about genetic findings about the living world. But I'm not exactly exuberant over the prospect of having to study botany and animalia all over again. Plants make me yawn. Sigh. Animals are not too bad, I guess. I hope!

Anyway, if I'm too bored I could learn tapestry, I guess.

Or Spanish.

No necessito ir a la casa! Quiero ir a la cine!!! ... (I don't need to go home! I want to go to the movies!!!) Yes, the first sentence doesn't make sense because I don't have the sufficient vocab to know what "I want to go out!" is in Spanish.

Okay. I better stop this incoherent ranting before you get bored of it. Do me a favour, people. In my current state of nothing-to-do-ness please claim some posts to be not of my propriety from my dominating urge to go on soliloquizing on my own. In lay-man terms...

Do post what's going on in your interesting lives!!! (interesting, relatively speaking, as compared to mine at the moment...). If you don't know how to, just type away in the comments or something.

Missing our class. :') <-- now that's a sad smile. Literally. Or emoticonally. XD