Awaiting for Part III

Part I: PSLE / Pri school life
Part II: O' level / Sec school life
Part III: Poly life NS life

Yup. From where I am now, I'm everlost between post-part 2 and part 3. Since my drop-out March 2008 I've lost a sense of purpose. Contributing most of my soul to the workforce.

I never miss life at NYP. I prefer to blame all of them. And myself. But not those whom are still in touch.

Since I left Pizza hut clementi, I'm beginning to miss those good guys back there. Especially the sweet mamacitas. I wish I could speak more...






Wake me up when September begins

A month's salary

Financial analysis for month of June:


I leave you with a video a made, tribute to Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Battles in the Helm's Deep!!! Watch it you metallic boneheads!

Daily Simpletons

To Farid, I moved my place because the spot is too narrow.

A Friday full of simpletons. Idiots. Morons. You heard me. Bunch nitwits who deserved to be stone cold stunnered by me.

Even at a mosque. A bunch of boneheads tried to fuck up with me. What the hell. I couldn't concentrate in my prayers. I'm just so damn upset. Angered. How I wish I could go military on them and make them cry. Simpletons indeed. 3 of them? 5? 6? Fuck them all!

Victim of irresponsibility. That's my new motto. My patience is tiring out on these bunch of blur dodobirds.

I was supposed to work today. But someone just sent me wrong info on my schedule. Sigh. I have no mood to work after all.

What an anger-trigger Friday. Fedap btul. But I'm glad that I just bought something for my mum's birthday on this Sunday. And did hundred something 'close-grip pull downs' later that night.

Sound of the police

I'm joining the police force for my national service! I'm glad but not over-excited. The police? Hmm... "Bad boys, bad boy. Wacha gonna do? Wacha gonna do when they come for you?"

Whatever it is, I heard that I'm allowed to bring musical instruments along. Great news. I'll be sheriff James Blunt.

Back from Tioman Island

A great family holiday. Nice weather. Nice beach. Nice food. Nice caucasian babes on the beach. Some. And a little sea-sick.

Salty seas! I think I have allergies for extreme saltiness. It was when we all went snorkeling. Dead corals? Blame global warming.

And now I'm back in Singapore. Argh. Back to dealing with the same old daily morons and idiots. I'm back into becoming a victim of irresponsibility.

Damn. If life is like WWF. Or WWE or ECW or something. How I wish I could chokeslam friends who owe me money through the table. Steelchair-shot annoying people. Pedigree ladies who didn't treat me right. Spinebuster usual latecoming friends.

Hey, I'm still staying patient here... [Your name here], I'm gonna lay the smackdown on ya brother!!