Pointless Video
Been busy mugging lately. To make up for the lack of posts, here’s a pointless and lazy video I made today, which features Limpon and Sarah. And Roderick screaming. Whoopee.
Kids Nowadays Arh…
[edit] EEUURRGGHHAAGRRHH! Looks like Mr Tchen already removed the bloody online quiz. But the deadline’s the 22nd! Why the hell is it gone?! Now people are tellling me that he said that the deadline was 20th! Now Navin says it’s the deadline was on the 17th! Since bloody when?! I specifically heard the 22nd! And the QUIZ says 22nd! What utter shit..? God I just really want to hit something now, I’m freaking out. [/edit]
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Note: This post may contain some content which boys may find insulting. Apologies to the nice dudes out there reading this, my theory is only based upon stereotypical ideas and perceptions. Girls have flaws too!
Kids can be annoying. Really annoying. Really really annoying. Extremely annoying.
They whine, curse without knowing what the insults really mean, think that Pokemon cards are still the hippest thing around, stumble around like zombies with gamboys shielding half their faces and again, whining.
Of course, there are a few exceptions, like that little kid who waved at me. *sniff*
I’ll never forget you, little kid! He’s my dream baby.
But focussing on the annoying group. I swear, some kids nowadays are spoilt brats. There’re kids out there with no education, no shelter, no food, and they still have the audacity to whine about how they can’t have the latest Yu-Gi-Oh IX video game. I’m quite sure that our generatinon wasn’t as whiny as this bunch.
One live example. A couple of days ago, Wei Rong and I were on the bus on the way home. We were on the upper deck of the bus, and there were 2 secondary 2 or secondary 1 teens sitting at the front. I’m sooo gonna find out what school they were from. Some blue badge and an all white uniform. You’re going down, kids.
These 2 kids obviously thought they ruled the world. I wouldn’t be surprised if they puked on everyone on the bus, claiming that their puke was holy and pure and the key to enlightenment. Initially, they weren’t annoying. They were simply 2 teens chatting in typical computer geek talk, which homosapiens of the norm cannot decipher.
However, vigorous computer geeks as they were, they began to trash the bus.
Basically there were 2 characters: Fatty and Skinny. I’m sure the both of them will grow up to be fine hunks or whatever, but for the time being, they were 2 idiots brandishing their bottles and unbrellas like swords in a Chinese martial arts film. Karate kids they shall be then.
If there was a commentator present, like Jim Ross, it would’ve sounded like this:
So, Fatty, obviously the bully, decides to have some fun with Skinny.
Peering at Skinny through window-glass-thick spectacles, he catches Skinny off guard!
*Wham!* There goes Skinny’s Yu-Gi-Oh’s card box onto the floor! Oof, Skinny lands one on Fatty with his limited yet intimidating vocabulary, “FUCK LAH CHEE BYE!” and scurries in desperation for his box!
Oh ho! Fatty doesn’t look too pleased! Looks like he’s going to tackle Skinny with a Shooting Star Jump! But wait, he’s unable to get up onto the seat… OH HO! Now that’s got to hurt! Slipped and fell on his precious equipment, he did! What’s that he said? Ah, “OH FUCK!” I suppose, a predictable reply, yet it certainly does convey the pain he’s going through!
Now, Skinny’s laughing openly at Fatty’s self-rendered impotency! Attempting to take advantage of the moment, he reaches into his trusty bag. What’s he gonna pull out now? Wait, no, don’t tell me it’s… Oh my Lord! Why it is! Skinny’s secret weapon! The Unbreakable Umbrella! That umbrella will certainly bring about Doomsday for Fatty now!
There he goes! Oof! A nice one to the head there, Skinny! Whoa, Fatty looks pretty pissed off there, Skinny. He’s reaching into his bag.. It’s.. It’s.. Why, he’s pulled out an Unbreakable Umbrella too! Holy Smojus! 2 mighty weapons in the hands of 2 highly skilled karate kids, who will defeat the odds?
There they go again, in their queer, alien talk. Boy, I can’t decipher what their saying! I’ve invited a special guest today – Hwee Kok the SodNoob Expert, he’s been studying and experimenting with strange beings such as these 2 oddballs at CU – Cheena University. Tell us Sid, what are they saying?
Hwee Kok: *sniffs nose inhaler* Hyuk. Well euh, sounds like they’re toking smack tok. Ah, the fat fat one ah, he said something like.. “Fuck your mother’s pussy lah!” Yeah. Deesgusting. Oh, den the skeeny skeeny one say, “Shit you arh!” Aiyoh. In Warcraft hurh, say, “F you CB!” can liao lorh. Need to say so many tings meh? *scratches pimples*
Thank you, Hwee Kok. Oh, looks like Fatty’s given up on the Unbreakable Umbrella! After all, Skinny doesn’t seem to be relenting. He’s moving towards another secret weapon now – his sissy pink bottle! BAM! He lands one on Skinny, that’s gonna raise a welt for sure! Oh look, Skinny’s not going to give up – he’s turning to his bottle as well!
More curious apparent smack talk seems to be exchanged! Ain’t it odd that the other passengers on the bus aren’t annoyed? Why, even the tunes of Motorhead won’t be able to drown out their vulgar screaming, even at high volume! Such a feat for these 2 gifted karate kids!
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Yeah, on and on and on.
They were screaming some really crude stuff for secondary 1 or 2 dudes, or maybe that’s just the way dudes talk to each other.
Well, adolescent annoyance aside, I suddenly felt quite old when I glanced at the 2 idiots, then to Wei Rong. Whoa, stark contrast! It was hard to imagine any of those boys would grow to be as big and tall as Wei Rong. I myself am still in disbelief by his size.
I think us 15 year old girls have finally reached the stage where even boys don’t act so immaturely anymore. Stereotypically speaking, girls are more mature than boys. So when dudes have reached the stage where their maturity has somewhat increased, imagine the the stage of maturity which girls must’ve reached already. Plus, Wei Rong’s like 1.83m, 30cm taller than me, which further pushed the maturity process. Okay I don’t make sense.
Anyway, main point is that I felt really old and odd. It’s surprising how our ages may differ by only a year or 2, but the difference in character is so significant. But of course, I still see 17-18 year old losers who scream at each other with their limited vocabulary, “Cheebye/Hum ji arh!”. Hey, maybe by next year, I’ll have transformed into a hippie-lesbian and a carrot lover.
Well, back to the ball-less pair, I was getting increasingly irritated by their flowing stream of vulgarities, their lack of respect for public tranquility and their thick, impermeable egos.
Just before alighting the bus, I uttered, “Excuse me, could you please keep it down.” It didn’t come out as strongly and as irritated as I would’ve liked it to be, I nearly said it in a polite manner, but they still got the message and finally shut up anyway. They probably went kuckoo again after I alighted.
Imagine when we’re 25. Boys will no longer push each other around, recklessly spurting out random vulgarities and nonsensical threats; girls will no longer drown in bitch fits, whine about “depression” and acting bimbotic, in fact, these very girls, or should I say women, will be marrying these very dudes. Wow. I can’t imagine my future husband to be an adult even, I can’t imagine what his name would be or how he’d look like, can you? Or maybe I won’t even get married. Or maybe I’d be stuck in a situation where my husband and I would divorce. Possibilities and speculations are endless. I may end up with a man with a name which sounds very “chee ko pek”ish or wind up with a Caucasian. Okay, disgressing.
*Heaves “Ah mah” sigh* Sigh, Kids nowadays arh.. *smooths remaining hair across bald head*
Back!
I haven’t updated for so long because I couldn’t bear to post until the layout was finished. NICE RIGHT NICE RIGHT?! Radiohead is just whooooo! their songs make me cry. 
Maybe because I’m emo but still, I don’t see people shedding tears to the beats of Click Five.
This has been going on for some time now [like, 9 months], I just want to address it.
I know posts haven’t been regular, I remember the days when I used to post everyday about everything. But now I’m just going to write about the events which are significant to me and actually has a purpose and point rather than talking about how I got my new oh-my-god-like-so-cool hairband or nailclipper, or how fantastic Mr Tchen’s cologne smells [it does though]
Emo-ness [doubt my feelings are on par with depression] brings about lethargy and reluctance as well, so I’m not too keen on trying to come up with witty things to say on the blog while the pathos in my head are causing paroxysms of hysteria. Usually, we’re able to pull through when we can see the light at the end of the tunnel, so we tolerate the agony and hold out breath upon the little thread of hope. But now, the light is faint and I’m doubting whether the light’s just a phantasm morphed by external words of comfort or it just signifies an extremely long jorney ahead. I’m hoping for the latter at least.
Anyhoos, I’m noticing more Ah Quas in school hanging their pants off their butts in attempt to flaunt their Billabong belts to the world, so their butt looks like its got 4 cheeks instead of 2. And I don’t even know what Ah Qua means. I think it means transexual [is it?], but I like saying it. Ah Qua. Ah Qua.
So I decided that this should be the attire for cool people.
Be prepared to pee in excitement.
Pull to be cool.
What are you people thinking? Ankle socks? Hello? Why? Wanna look like a hobo eh? Enough rhetorical questions? Okay, I may be unable to differentiate between a soccerball and a shuttlecock [kidding] , but I’m pretty sure people like Oliver Khan are wearing these beauties. TK’s previous principle made no mistake in making knee socks a requirement man, that dude like, totally knew how to wear socks.
In order to emphasize the machismo of those socks, be sure to hitch your pants higher or better yet, hang around in your boxers.
Plus, shaving your legs will help prevent any unsightly rashes.
Why follow a hobo’s trend then? There’re soccer players for you to follow, aren’t there? Hello? What’s wrong with you people? I’m asking rhetorical questions again? But it’s to emphasize my point?
A symbol of rebellion.
Indifferent to society? Unable to express yourself through plain, tasteless black floppy school belts? Nothing says “Me against dah world” more than these gangsta belts. There’s no need to spend 10 hours a day trying to buff up your muscles to fend off bullies – Just one swing of the hip and those hefty spikes will surely stab their stomach or kidneys with ease!
But in order to carry out the belt’s features efficiently, be sure to tighten it to prevent the weight of the belt from pull down your pants – and really tuck that shirt in, you wouldn’t want one of the spikes to catch your shirt when swinging it at a bully!
Tweeties!
Unable to express your sensitive side without sounding like a homosexual pervert? Tweety Bird’s the answer to your problem! Girls love cartoon characters don’t they, and a few bandages will help boost your machismo as well – gives the illusion that you’ve been in a couple of fights, and the flock of ladies around you will prove to be an advantage in your reputation with the dudes. Highlight illusion.
In order to really flaunt these macho bandages, sticking them in the most obviously seen spots is crucial. Such as your eyebrow to show you’ve been slashed by a knife, on the elbow to show you whacked the dude too hard, on your toe to show how the amount of strength you use to kick the dude’s balls and on your nose to “hide a scar” [hides your pimple too, yay]
So there you go – An attire to transform you from nerdie to hunkie. Of course, there’ll be minimal side effects, such as getting the regular wedgie due to the pulling of pants and attracting more bullies instead, but no worries, *it works most of the time.
And another devastating event of today – I’ve been rendered flat.
During P.E, we were playing captain’s ball. Several racist jokes were exchanged as we were separated into “White” and “Black” teams. Hoho.
Biondi was in possession of the ball most of the time, and subsequently, I somehow didn’t quite manage to be in possession of the ball as often because he didn’t believe that I was in his team, even after screaming, “WHY DON’T YOU TRUST MEEEE,” about 5 times. Ah, just kidding!
Anyways, Yong Quan, lively and quite vigorous, threw the ball at god-knows-who, but the flying ball ended up smacking into my chest instead. As I was yelling in pain, Amalina yelled, “Ohmygod Julia! How’re you gonna feed your babies?!”
Haha, Yong Quan seems to have bad luck with girls during P.E. He accidentally smacked a softball into Paula once, it looked like it hit her you-know-what, but it just ended up on her thigh. But still. Hah! Poor dude. Oh look, his msn window popped up. He’s a pretty decent minded dude, he was concerned over possible respiratory problems while I was worried over.. um, other aspects.
Just squished a mosquito. They shall burn in hell.
*Yeah it works most of the time, if your fellow classmates are hobos too.
Adventure at Big Big House RETURNS!
Replies -
Teng Hui: Yeah.. X and Haniel are actually quite nice. But I think X can um, kill people. !
Eddie: You HAVE to retake? Shit.. That’s unfair man, I mean, what if there’re some people who just CAN’T get an A and they’ll only be wasting their time studying for something which they’ll still get a B/C for anyway.. Okay, never mind, good luck!
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Yes, the Adventure returns! Okay I know the entry’s a bit late, I was so lazy I could only type in caps and gawk stupidly at Steve Irwin’s death. It’s really sad though, no longer will we hear the words, “Isn’t she GORgeous?” and, “Crikey!” unless another Australian decides to take Steve’s place.. Sigh.
He made big bad ugly animals look darn cool too
I remember one time I watched his show, the camera was focussing on his finger which was totally mangled [okay, his fingernail was just hanging off and it was bleeding a whole lot] and he uttered in his signature cheerful tone, “Oh, no worries! Just a scratch!” and carried on bouncing after the crocodile which was the cause of his mangled finger, and it was then I convinced that he was invincible after exclaiming to no one in particular, “Ohmygod did you see that finger?!”
Will always remember that scene
Well, anyways, Lizard, Dee, Eunice and I visited RGPS once again, after 2 years. We went back during sec 1 because we were excited with the thought of meeting our teachers again, then we didn’t go back in sec 2 because we were “too cool”. But we went back this year because we grew up and decided that we do miss our primary school and decided that we were being idiots in sec 2. For me, at least.
Nothing much has changed, same canteen, same security guard, same classrooms, same prettily-painted bathrooms… Oh and, they’ve PLANTED A BIG FAT NEW PLAYGROUND at the pick-up point! Right there! Right smack in the middle! Okay it’s been there for a year now but!
The playground looked sparkling new and everything, but it was kind of pathetic. Nothing much to play on, just some little buildings to climb on and a merry-go-round sort of twisty thing, and a back-and-forth zoomy thingie. But it looked more like a really big kindergarten now, boo. It’s a shame they didn’t build in during our batch’s year though, otherwise it probably would’ve been fun 
The sad thing is that none of the teachers who once taught us are there anymore.
All of them have either a) went overseas to further their studies or b) quit as they have better things to do.
I just realised how damn big the school is. Lord.
Later, Eunice’s magical pony picked us up and we went off to her house.
The directions in her house seems much less confusing now that there’s furniture and well.. Okay it’s still confusing.
We went swimming, even though it was drizzling, so the pool was freezing.
Well well, in the mood for swimming but the pool’s too cold? No problem! There’s a jacuzzi at your disposal! That’s Eunice’s house for you.
We hopped into the jacuzzi, after mulling for a long time over the controls for bubbles and heat.
We could listen to music too, her house has this.. All surround sound system thing. Siigghh.
After a while, we decided to try the pool. It was freezing like hell, but we dived in anyway, after some whining.
Then we decided to hop into the jacuzzi again. I peered through the glass walls from the jacuzzi and saw.. What? Yes, the gym! Man.
We started throwing her decorative white pebbles, the types which you have on paths, and threw them into the jacuzzi and swimming pool, and started picking them up with our feet. Hah!
That’s what we did for 3 hours, running back and forth the corridor to jump into the jacuzzi then the pool, then the jacuzzi then the pool…
Fun
Our hands grew really pruny, wrinklier than… Never mind. Um. An old woman’s face.
We took showers, I went to the toilet near the pool and took a while to figure out where the hot/cold tap and the on/off tap were. Sheesh. The mirror was gigantic as well, I felt like I was showering in Heaven. Conditioner, shampoo, soap, facial foam, all there.
After I stepped out, I noticed that there was a brown door in the bathroom too.
I walked [walked as in like, 10 steps! In a bathroom!] and opened it. Sigh.
A sauna. What did I expect.
Later we played snooker, then Lizard and I found a coffee-maker at the bar. We were hell-bent on making hot chocolate, so we fumbled with it till we got it. Actually Lizard figured it all out, I’m slow when it comes to machines, I’m always afraid that something might blow up and ruin our faces. We ran around the house, trying to get milk and stuff.
So we made a bunch of drinks, and later realised that in one of the cabinets below the counter was a mini-fridge with everything we needed to make cappucinos and whatever. Sigh.
After dinner and some Teen Titans [what a dumb cartoon, Robin doesn't even have pupils and he doesn't need any machines to fight in space! He's Robin, he can fly in space and do anything man!], we explored Eunice’s dad room.
Unbelievable. Everything reeked of $19347328947! I should’ve taken a picture, darn.
But it was fantastic. His bathroom was almost the size of my room, his walk-in closet too. Oh, and there’s a jacuzzi right outside his room. Groan.
It all looks really nice, but we can live without it.
We went into the movie room and gave up after trying to figure out how to operate the system. Gah, wires, remote controls, everywhere! The horror! So we sat on this purple wavy couch-like thingy and gossiped. Dee made some love-life observations through cards. It’s really cute, and for Lizard’s case, accurate. Lizard’s love-life is always so exciting, always some guy proclaiming his love for her in a fairytale fashion.
We walked to McDonalds and went home later. Fun fun time.
I found this picture in my phone.
This is what you get from Tan Tsui Fung’s rubbish, useless social studies lessons:
WHY?!
STEVE IRWIN’S DEAD.
HE GOT KILLED NOT BY A CROCODILE OR A COBRA OR A WET HAIRDRYER OR LEUKEMIA, BUT A BLOODY STINGRAY.
HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS.