rollin with the wind~

zirca's not so bad.. its like another ARENA cept the music's electro and instead of a band, they got some kinda CIRQUE DU SOLEIL shit goin on, which at first i was kinda skeptical bout the concept but eventually grew into it~


overall, it wasnt half bad, had a good time... crowd there's a pretty random lot but still ok~

mom's got a minor flu from the fucked up weather so i'd pat her head everytime i walk pass her to make sure she's ok~

she says with my hair now i look like rain, which, i know.. doesnt really count if ur mom calls u tat, but still lol :)


she's got her own thing...
thats why i luv her~

im wondering wad ur up to... but wadever it is, i'm definitely intrigued :)

awww~ :)

every body say "awwww" on the count of 3...
1..
2....
3......

party's over~

the month of october was just soo wacked... emo trips galore, goin round n round with n commin back to the same conclusion, tat is sucks being a solider~

im glade the month of november has come... it was time for a change~
last night was by far one of the most weirdest ones i've ever had, double the trouble twice in a mth is just bad karma man... but it was a pleasant surprise to bump into all the Ninjas one by one...

but party's over for me... at least till zouk out... i need a break, from all the drama... im so outt've it~




hi, u wanna be my friend?
err... i mean... can i borrow a ballpoint pen?



someone get me a mana potion from the pot shop please -_-

the nature of reality~

i read this article in last week's TIME bout the US. Presidential Elections, that if Barack Obama were running for office in Asia, he might not be where he is now....

it says that, although Asia's vast ethic diversity means we're forced to confront the very real & many differences -Cultural, political, economic- that exists among us, these differences sometimes erupt in violence.

At least half the world's armed conflicts are in Asia, of which, nearly all ethnic-based. But the bigger reason why Asians dont focus on commonality is because their societies don't encourage it.

In many countries, ethnic divisions are institutionalized.. strict laws governing what one race can or cannot do.

In largely homogenous Japan, it's extremely difficult for a non-Japanese to become a citizen even if born there... In Malaysia, an affirmative-action program gives preference to Malays over the country's sizable Chinese & Indian populations in everything from university places to government contracts.

Leaders argue that these kinds of measures help maintain harmony. Maybe so, but its a superficial harmony that reinforces stereotypes n hinders the creation in the long run of genuine tolerance & understanding.

In Asia, it is acceptable to be racist, or at least unapologetic about being so.
In Asia, race is your face...

According the TIME correspondents around the region, when Asians look at Barack Obama, they see, above all else, a black man. And most are convinced that Americans will not, in the end, choose an African-American as its leader- simply cause it has never been done before. That the President of the United States should be white is a truism....

To Asians, its enough to say that Obama doesn't look "presidential" enough for his assessment to be devoid of a critical examination of his values & vision.

How Obama Looks will NOT, of course, determine how he would intern govern if elected -_-

If it were not for the colour of his skin, or whether or not he looks "Presidential" enough for asians to want to vote for him, would be that he's still Democrat, & Democrats have traditionally pushed protectionism & human rights, issues uncomfortable for Asia.

However, Obama's key constituency is the U.S... yet the world has already gained from the Obama candidacy. In one sense, & one sense alone, his skin colour does matter. In Asia, it is virtually unthinkable that an individual from a minority could rise to become a national leader.

Despite what we may think of the U.S, of its hardly stellar handling of the conflicts in Iraq & Afghanistan, of its lack of oversight in the financial meltdown, the fact that Barack Obama can overcome the disadvantages associated with being black is a possibility that cannot be entertained in the same way anywhere else.

And even if he doesn't win...
thats the lesson America frames for us all, whatever our race~


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alot of my friends know my standing in terms of racial discrimination... or any discrimination for that matter be it religious or gender related~ And it does feel weird knowing that about the conservative state of Asian society~ Hopefully it'll change in the years to come...

on a lighter note, Driving school ain't that bad... drivin is fun, occasionally i pull a crazy Taxi n get screamed at by the instructor, otherwise i'm like Paul Walker doin a 2Fast2Furious bit with the Land Rover~

the ppl there are from all walks of life... but its mainly split into 3 grps, the cheena neenas, the Mat yo yos, and the white boys... but we all get along just fine, everyone's just hangin out with everyone else... i love the diversity there~

i learn a vast vocabulary of vulgarities in all sorts of languages...
ccb- smelly vagina
pcb- broken vagina
lcb- old vagina
ljb- Penis face

and in a sentence, it goes something like...
"i put it to u, that you are a smelly vagina and ur face resembles that of a male genitalia!"
*bitch slaps face with glove~

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last night was off the hook, fancy ass dinner at a fancy ass place... but the emo trippin was just way too much.... halloween party next week? i dunno man, im so outt've it~

once a Ninja, always a Ninja~

i got 2 mths to get my body hawt enough for the tatt show in 2009...
imma put the sistine chapel on me & pull a Michael Scoldfield~
anyone wanna get inked with me?
anyone?

waaaaaaaaaaad!!???~

im soo outta of it~
bounce from place to place just to score points.... the shaddy Canto Bar/Ass Raping back alleys... the Deja Vu 3rd deg friends... the horrible Zouk crowd~

im dont even know wad to sayyy man...



IM SO OUT OF IT!!!!

*pulls a spazed out rat~

1700-2200hr

even though we knock off at 5... the transport van doesn't come till about a half hour later... sometimes even more~ theres not much we can do bout that, so we just stand around waitin for it to arrive, gettin all excited whenever we hear the sounds of a vehicle commin from the distance onli to cuss n swear when it turns out to be just another civilian car...

so, the van comes n sends us all to the entrance of the Airbase were we return the passes we took from during the day when this whole thing 1st began... & then its over, the day is done & we get to go home~

i cross the road i crossed from before, i see the broken bike pedal still lying there on the road, same thought still prevents me from goin over there n kickin it... i walk over to the same bus stop i alighted from in the morning, i wait for the same bus to take me back to the same place from which i had been to earlier on...

and of course, by now everyone's done with work so the buses are packed and no one ever moves to the back, so sometimes it takes nearly twice as long to head back then to get here... but when i do manage to get on the same bus from which i had initially taken during the day... from there on, proceed the same way from whence i came to go home~

i get home.. i undo my boots n dump my shit by the side of the door... i take my clothes off, head to the shower and just, melt under the stream of water for a couple of mins before i start doing any actual 'Showering'...

by now, the time's probably 8pm... i eat my dinner & stumble to my room n turn my pc on... no one's home yet, which is normal... i think about wad an incredible waste of my time the day was... i think about all the wonderful things i could have done had i not been stuck there.

its all just one big waiting game.... waiting for the bus, waiting in que, waiting for the food, waiting for the day to end....

and for wad?
u sometimes forget wad ur purpose is when ur stuck in a job like this...

i want my frustration heard, everyone thinks i have the dream vocation.... claiming how great it is to be slackin about while everyone else is out in the jungle gettin their asses handed to them~

i dont think its that great at all -_-

so i think to myself, how can i sound out my utter disdain towards this whole situation thats happening...
then it hits me...
i collect my thoughts for a min.. and then i begin...


"everyday, i wake up before sunrise... i make my way to the bathroom in the dark, i take a bath.. i get changed... i head down to the bus stop n off to the train station often passin lots of school kids & workin adults rushin to be on time, squeezin thru people...
squeezin thru me......"

0730-1700hrs~

the 0730hr bus arrives indubitably at 0730hrs and leaves at 0735hr sharp.... there had been a number of close calls regarding my punctuality, but i guess i've just been lucky~

from there, its another 15-20mins of road... pass air strips & runways, going deeper into the estate~ we alight at the last stop n walk about a quarter of a mile to our HQ... u can tell its ours from the giant neon sign that reads:"HOLIDAY INN"

*there is no giant neon sign...

at 8 o'clock we have roll call then a short briefing, both of which lastin maybe 10mins tops... and then we go to the NSF room where we take out our PSPs and start racing each other on BURNOUT~

sometimes i get bored so i head over to the UNO table for a couple of hands... then i go back to my PSP. i was 3 quarters done with DA VINCI CODE but it gets harder n harder for me to read when i have like 2 movies in my PSP to watch~

occasionally we'd be called thru the P.A. to go sweep some room or clear the garbage... tats pretty much about it~ the rest of the day's spent sleepin and playin Battle Ship~

Food arrives at around noon, i'm usually the 1st one to see wad's for lunch n report back to the rest of'em, majority of whom, still engrossed in their Portables~ we'd head to the pantry n eat whilst watchin the senior team bitch about how shitty the meals are in dialect... cussin at how bad the chicken is or how the rice isn't cooked..

*just eat it n shut up...

everyone speaks mandarin in there... they speak dialect even more... i cant comprehend it~ i'd just stare at'em in hopes they'll enlighten me..

or just get outta my face~
i realise how uncivilized us males can really be at times~

its back to the same routine again after lunch... sometimes i'd take a nap, or i'd just wander around the compound lookin for insects to toss into the pond...
eventually, time goes by.... & by 1700hrs, its time to leave...

0530-0730hrs~

everyday, i wake up before sunrise... i make my way to the bathroom in the dark, i take a bath.. i get changed... i head down to the bus stop n off to the train station often passin lots of school kids & workin adults rushin to be on time, squeezin thru people...
squeezin thru me~

"hey now... take it easy~"
i say it to them with my eyes as they pass me an anxious glance~

i exit at Eunos and stroll to the bus stop to take yet another bus... i pass a line of old ppl hu que up there every morning for reasons i've never really bothered to figure out, pass a 7-Eleven with the emo dude inside & a shop that claims to sell $1 fried rice for breakfast~

which reminds me, i gotta try tat one day...

its not long before the bus arrives, n its usually boarded by all the Airforce and Civil Defence guys with long faces n short... short hair~ its the 2nd stop from the interchange, so i often get the privillage of having a seat...

for a good 15-20 mins, the bus weaves in & out, out & in... passin wood work factories n Car dealership along the way before reachin the stretch of millitary structures just opposite a Driving school~ i alight soon after n cross the road where a broken piece of a motorcycle pedel still remains untouched in the middle of the road for quite some time now....

im always tempted to give it a playful kick in hopes a car would drive over it and an abrupt scene would comence for my amusement... but i never did, mom taught me well to not play a fool on the road~

i enter the base n exchange my ID for a Visitor's Pass... then proceed to the x-ray room wear they scan my belongings & person for explosives n the such~ once that's done, i make a left to the waiting area to await the 0730hr bus. . . .

how u like them apples~

i start of by to seriously doubting the pay system of the Singapore Armed Forces compared to that of the RSAF, the Navy.. shit, even the Police Force n think, "dude... is tat all?"

it ain't fair man... we Ninjas take so much shit n this is it? u toss us into random slots of units where neither of us are(nor will ever be..) proficient in, when those who wanna rock n roll are stuck diggin up pavements???

get the fk outta heeere -_-

time check: 0536hr~
my day is done so imma crash.
tomoro night (or rather tonight...) we be rollin to the keeey-s to parrrtayyyy~

"what's a RocknRolla?
it's not about drugs, drums, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame.
But a RocknRolla... he's different...

Why...?

Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot~ "


*que bad ass music intro~



i fkin luv the English accent~
soddin wankers...

as i was saying...~

idunno what's been up with this weather lately.... dark clouds hoverin over but never doing any actual Raining.. and when it does, its one of those bursts of rain thats over in 5mins...

not tat it annoys me tat much... but come on, make up ur mind (hu ever it is tat controls weather movements.. be it mother nature or god or wadever...) in the event of rain we cant really do anything (not that we had anything to do to begin with-_-) so i spent the time watchin "Wall-E" & "The Devil Wears Prada" on my PSP to pass the time...

Wall-E's just the sweetest show ever... i dunno how many times i went "awwww~" in my head, feelin all soft n gay on the inside... TDWP on the other hand was a cool, story-like film bout fashion n life i suppose... not the best of movies but it had tat "i-can-relate-to-the-character" touch to it... which was.... well.. nice~

the rest of the day's spent with loads of reading and eating... couple of times i'd head out to the ol'rusty chin-up bar at the backyard to pull afew... tats about it~ get back, watch some TV, use the computer, lift some weights (yeah i know, idont believe it myself sometimes..) then by 10-ish i crash n the whole thing starts all over again...

right now, i dont even know if im complaining or just sharing stuff about my day... seems mundane enough, yet something's missing~ its like i get this feeling tat theres tons of stuff im suppose to do, but im trapped here doing nothing~ and that anxiety just lingers thru out the day....

i'm afraid my body's gettin used to this lifestyle of bummin around & not doing anything.... soon, i'll become one of those guys tat stays at home all day & chats with his online friends he met in MapleStory -_- cause when "leveling-up" becomes more important than talkin to girls, u know u've hit a new low & i dont ever wanna be like tat~

anyway, on a different note.... certain other things that i've happened to be just thinkin about while sittin around n shit...

-Asians are super, super unfriendly-_- they always give me this awkward vibe, a subtle body language thing if u will... the way their eyes dart about cautiously... like im going to rape them or something.... i guess its just our conservative up-bringing tat limits our trust of another human being~
somebody should do something about tat... im just saying~

-i've said it once, twice, thrice.. shit i've said it in like every 3-5 posts...
ACCENTS ARE SOOoooOOooo HAWT~ well, to be specific, the tone of the voice plays apart too... i hate girls with tat annoying high pitched, act-cute voice.. especially when we guys know ur faking it... no one sounds THAT "Cute", besides its a major turn of.. i dont get why some of u girls think it appeals to us when clearly it doesnt, at least not to me~ if u wanna get krindged at by ppl everytime u say something, then yeah by all means~

-going back to the previous post bout the bus driver and the kid.. perhaps the bus driver was just doin his job u know.. maybe the SBS DID have some kinda counting system tat prevented him from lettin tat kid onboard... maybe he recognized the kid from b4 n knew wad he was up too.. (although tat seems kinda unlikely..-_-)

u know wad, i cant see any reason y he couldnt just give the kid a break.... your an adult u should know better!!

this just goes back to ppl in this country being selfish assholes... be considerate u insusceptible whores~ just cause ur older dont make u better than everyone else.. n just cause ur young dont mean u can get away with doing stupid shit either~

grown ups listen to ur kids, kids teach ur parents... works both ways but i find this one direction better~

keep to that n the world will be a better place....



at least till 2009~



fuckin prudes -_-

striped green shirt + blue pocket shorts~

there was this one time i got on a bus headin home, i found a seat near the front & sat down... there was this lil boy, maybe around 10years old or something... he went up to the bus driver n asked him something...

i couldn't hear wad he said but i assumed tat he didn't have any money n was askin the driver if he could board the bus anyway, cause the driver's reaction a hostile one.. he waved his hands about n he shoo-ed the kid off, saying something like..

"no! no! You dun come n use this trick!"
or something like tat...

so then the lil boy ran back down & i guess waited for the next bus to come...

this all happened like within 10 secs before i realized wad was actually goin on and i thought to myself, why didn't the driver just let the kid in? he probably just forgot his cash n wants to go home... its not like its $10 a ride, its fifty five friggin cents~ the driver doesn't get any commission either... so wads the big deal?

clearly this 10 year old isnt capable of contemplating such an elaborate scam to cheat the SBS of 55cents -_- just let the boy hitch a ride, would tat have been so terrible? i think he would've just gotten of at the first few stops anyway... he couldn't possibly be going to some unfamiliar route far far away, i dont think his mom would let him travel tat far~ his house is probably just a few blocks away, he's probably taken this bus a dozens times in the past...

so the one time he doesnt have enough money (for wadever reason he might, have seeing as how he's onli a kid n kids loose things all the time) he doesnt get a break?

i dunno if its the bus driver who's being an asshole... or maybe the world's just out to get him... but damn... i remember when i was a little n everything in the world would scare me... this one time, when i was at the grocery store with my mom, my hand was itchy so i picked up an orange from the rack n squeezed it cause tat was wad kids would do right, we'd squeeze fruits for fun... then the lady from the store saw me n she was like...

"xiao di, bu yao dong ah"
the direct translation of course would be: "Little boy, dont touch ah or i'll eat yo face!~"

n i just freaked out... i ran back to my mom n hid myself from the mean ol'fruit lady~

now, i dunno about other kids these days but i hated adults like these.. goin round scarin lil children n wad not... i was a kid, i didnt know the rational behind alot of things so we'd get ourselves in trouble alot... but grown ups like that are just mean...

these are adults hu aren't patient enough to explain to kids how the world works... & its because of this that children hang out with bad company n do drugs n shit~ its cause the adults act like FOols...

i've met alot of these crazy adults in my life... and because of that i've decided to be NICE to children~ by nice i dont mean buyin them candy... i mean not being an asshole just cause ur older... i mean, lookin out for them cause they dont know better...

their children man...
YOU as adults should know better-_-


to the little boy on the bus... there are people hu give shit about u, so dont do drugs~

to the driver of the bus...
go Fuck yrself~

stopdrop&roll~

i hate my vocation...
its soo friggin stupid, i do nothing all day except sweep the floor for 10 mins a day then its back to the staff room to stone n do NOTHING!

im loosin my mind, everyday i wake up at 5am n take 2 buses n a train to the airbase to do NOTHING! i reach there n from 8am-5pm all i do is come out when theres food otherwise i do NOTHING! according to the sgts, our trainin starts on the 16th... but its still just gonna be like one mission every fortnight so in between tat time its still gonna be hours of me just doing NOTHING!!

im flippin out from all the NOT-DOING-ANYTHING thing! i REFUSE to spend the remaining 1 1/2 years of my ns life bummin around, sweepin the floor n playing with sand while all my other friends are dying in the ARMOUR DIV.

i thought it would be cool at 1st.. sure, who wouldnt wanna have a 8-5 job where all u do is NOTHING n blow aircon all day... i dunno wad's wrong with me either but i am going crazy.. i really am...

i hate wasting my time like this... n i seriously wanna change to a Combat unit... sure its gonna be tough but at least u get to train, u get to travel, u get to shot big guns n blow shit up...

beats fillin up holes in the road once every 2 weeks...
i hate wasting my time like this... i hate doing NOTHING!

but accordin to the sgt, if i request a change in unit, its like a 90% chance i'll end up as a Regimental Police(RP).. i'd just shoot myself then if tat ever happened-_-

so im stuck here... doing NOTHING... learning maybe a lil of something but ultimatly doing mostly NOTHING~

the onli good thing bout this vocation from wad i hear from the staff, is tat it gives u a great opportunity to continue ur studies or take up some night classes... last time i checked i onli had my 'O's, so im definiatly gonna use this opportunity... i refuse to just waste my time there n bum off the next 19 mths of my time here in this place -_-

at least once i get out i'd have something to show for n not have wasted my time doing NOTHING!!!

i miss holdin a weapon :(
its like im not a real solider anymore!!
its gonna be like this for the next 19 mths...

im goin outta my mind!!



SOMEBODY SAVE ME~!!!!!!!!!!!!!

luv is noise~

F1 cars are really loud..
artsy chicks are hawt~
deathcab and the verve are the shiet~
so are the killers...
manhattan perfect is not the drink for me...
all the other Ninjas are nver online on the weekdays since their all stayin in :(

i dunno if its lucky tat i got into my vocation when everyone else is dying in Armoured Infantry~

but its cool...
peach gathering on tues or sat~


*shake it like a salt shaker~

wutever man!

flea market at the art's museum last saturday with the jonas brothers...
im still a lil weirded out by the video of the white naked man with the bong -_-






acid bar-ed after that... then bounced to Arena~
"evil eye" to the drunk chick hu stole my jason mraz fedora n ran around with it~


im too tired to even elaborate right now...
army blows -_-
i wanna stab myself

*URGHH!

areyoushittinme-_-

Your vocation is : AVIATION VEHICLE SPEC.

As an AVS, you'll be trained to
"drive and maintain some of the most advanced and expensive airfield vehicles in the world, including refuellers, forklifts, runway sweepers, cargo trucks and hydraulic cranes...."

so, i'll be drivin forklifts for the next 1 1/2 years?




SI MI LAN JIAO?!?!?!?!~

unplugged indeed~

unplugged wednesdays are the shieeeet at Acid Bar~
1 for 1 beer, live music....
caught Forgetting Sarah Marshall earlier on, great movie~ shared a Foot long Italian BMT at the ever so awesome SUBWAY...

great conversations, great time....

but then again it would've been better had a certain whiteboy told me he n another certain fedora hat wearing hoe was at Zouk at that time and didnt call me out cause they thought i didnt wanna club which then ended up in them havin a blast n winning Formula 1 tickets worth $14 000!!!
YOU BROKE THE CODE MAN!!!
BROs BEFORE HOES AND OTHER BROs!!!!!!!!!

but hey, its cool...
its all good~


just wait till butter factory on saturday...
immma side-bud swing yo FACE with ma SAR 21 FOOOOLLL!!!!
BOTH OF U!!!



URGHHH!!~

(word) play in action~

swimmin with the immortal half-left ninjas of Section 4~
woke up at freakin 7am just to get to Yio chu Kang at 9am... need sleep so bad at the rate of "going out" i've been.. going out at -_-
yeah...


see how i make u FAMOUS FOOL!


so we swim swim swim and tann tann tann.... and i bring a banana out cause tats wad i do, i bring out healthy snacks to eat when im hungry... hu needs Mr Potato when u got a banana~


and oOh, i bought me a super duper, +10 to all stats, vintage, X-series, limited edition, Jason Mraz Ferdora Haaaaaat!!!


went back to fidel's place to have pizza then i died on his bed for like 2 hours... forgot where the hell i was when i woke up n thought i was kidnapped~ went to have dinner then headed to ang mo kio hub.. then town where we found out tat "the girl from LEFTFOOT is HAAWWWWTTT!!!"

health points go up just sayin tat line~

walk around n bought some stuff.... saw other wicked shit like this pic of 2 heads impaled on a stick...

is it just me?
or is this affecting u?

no worries.. cause the girl from LEFTFOOT is HAAAAAAAAWWT!!!
hp replenished~

headed to bff's place to "break fast", see wad a cool collage she made...


meet the counter girl from one of the clothes stores at Haji lane on the bus... and i think she recognized me... smiled at each other during the whole journey~
urrgh, melts my heart :)
think its cause of my Jason Mraz hat (its +10 to all stats mind u)~




"ITS COOL TO WEAR A HELMET!!!"
"man, get the fuck outta heeeerre -_-"
*inside jokes: where the point of it's so U dont get it, ho ho~






THE GIRL FROM LEFTFOOT IS HHAAAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAWWWtttttTT!!!!!




*hp recovered~

half left ninjas~

its been really long hasn't...
better late than never~

090908 was one of the most magnificent days of my life~ the night before (from wad i can remember) bore feelings of excitement & anxiety~ our fear of going thru the grueling 24 click route march (although incredibly painful and enduring) didn't out weight the fact tat in less than 24 hrs, this would all be over, and we'd all be going home~

the march took about 7 hours to complete, lasting from 5.am when we first set off, till about noon... we didn't even realize it was over till they told us... it was intense, but no one spaz-ed out...

kudos~

a couple of hours later, we gathered and set off to the parade square where our parents and loved ones where...

the "N" stands for nacho...
obviously~

so then we're all standin there not moving n shit, waiting for some guy to give some speech and all tat... and im scannin at the crowd lookin for my mom and sister and i spot them almost instantly but they havent found me yet, so u pan around summore just lookin at all the other ppl hu were there....

everyone elses mommy and daddy, gf or bf (which ever makes u happy) just to keep urself distracted from the intense weight the combat load ur carrying while ur keeping ever so still... u've lost all the blood flow in ur arms by then... but u cant move, not yet... the man in the suit's still talkin.... -_-


we march around summore then sing a song and do a dance~ a sappy music goes on and mom comes down to put my jockey cap on me...

before u know it its over and we're tossin our caps into the sky n runnin around passin high fives~

i take photos with my buddies and platoon mates and we do our soul-ja boi victory dance infront of everyone there~




doesn't look like much but it kept us amused...

and tat was how we cranked it...

so, my Basic Military Training Phase was over.. it was a glorious feeling.. but i just wanted to go home after tat day... and i did...

the army thought me great things, being in Ninja Coy taught me even greater lessons~
its bad in there... Ninja...
its really bad and i wont deny it... but if u think about it, tats the way its suppose to be... Ninja company was old school, the things they practiced weren't exactly "by the book", but it got the job down... they trained us to be soldiers and tats wad we are now~

i wouldnt say i was glad to be in there... but im definately glad to have survived it~


i dont think i ever wanna experience something like tat again...


by on the bright side... my body's super hawt now and the ladies at the clubs all chick me out yo~

ooOhh right~




"POP LOH!!!"
"man! put some pants on -_-~"

*inside jokes are so misleading...

viva la neeennnnjaaaarrr!~

POP in 2 days~
i hope i dont spaz out on the 24 click Route March of Doom...

im never drinkin beyond my point of thirst anymore in terms of alcohol and make "Super-Happy-Fun-Time " time a not so fun and super experience~

i have no time n i need to watch more episodes of Naruto and HOUSE-_-

i also learnt how to sing a chinese song and say the lines from Russel Peter's "Yo, Moma is soooo fat..." in hokkien, but im not gonna say it, cause i dont really know the spellin...


but wadever, imma bounce now~

*inhale *exhale~

Outfield was wet... i saw cute baby boars the size of a tv remote... my fingers are chaffed and knees have exploded...

its so wet, theres so much rain... u cant sleep... trees branches fallin on u at night... commanders stealin ur rifles... so much rain~

booked out n barely stayed home for 2 hrs, then bar hoped all night~
didnt sleep much either, wasnt tired... which is strange considerin the weather~

book in's in an hr... i never even got time to turn on the tv...

only in Ninja...




ah well, at least we can still summon Megan Fox three more times~