Today is another day which i cannot reveal. Secrecy, i feel like a CIA agent. On secret missions which the public will not be informed of. I'm kinda always broke now and i don't know how long this poverty streak will last. Being poor is fun, i shared food and drinks with friends and it was fun ! Dickson and i shared a bowl of Bar Chor Mee that costed 2 bucks, we were so hungry we fought over it and we gobbled it all up in less than 2 mins. Being poor might not be as bad after all, it's fun !

Woke up to the ringing of my phone and realised i was sorta late. So i rushed down to meet dick goh for filming. I ended up shitting in bras basah complex, i swear my butt resisted seating on the toilet bowl but the tummy could not tahan so i sat on the MOST horrible toilet bowl ever and felt violated after shitting. I never felt this way before. Back to ngee ann campus to film, and i have to admit it's a really nice school with nice people. Filming went all fine now let me sleep to make up for the little hours i slept last night.

If life was a boardgame, we roll the dice but pray the fucking rules change. Then what's the point in playing when we want everything our way. Sometimes bad stuffs always happen but there'll still be a little good in what ever little is left of our life. So now i would rather abide by the rules no matter how fucked up they are and take things one step at a time solving whatever is thrown onto my lap. This is one challenging boardgame to play, i'll finish it one day, ONE DAY.

Today was one hell lota fun a day. I'm so shagggggy doody and i'm gonna sleep now and not wake up even if someone bombs my house, i wouldn't mind dying because i've accomplished something amazing today. Wow.

I aspire to be a durian seller now. Now wait, girls who want to be my wife, do not despair and think you'll live a shabbily with me when i become a durian seller. Because i have just made an amazing discovery that durians can be sold at a higher price than ever imagined. About 2 hours ago, dad and mum were itching to go out for a drive. So 3 of us drove off to get some durians and pizza. And my goodness, the durians were more expensive than the pizza. 3 pathetic small durians were priced at 45 bucks. My jaws hung when i heard 45 bucks, mum was like "What the fuck" in her eyes, but we had to pay. So now guess how much durian sellers earn a day when his durian rack had only approximately 10-15 durians left? I think i'm gonna be a millionaire soon if i follow this path of fruitiness !

MAKING LOVE OUT OF NOTHING AT ALL ! Cheeeeeb, must ask Air supply (a band) how they do it. Making love out of NOTHING at all is seriously no mean feat okay? Imagine if we've mastered this skill. Woosheew ! I am coming for you AIR SUPPLY !

Jacky crashed in our room last night, so wenxian jacky and i were playing games late into the night. The aircon was freezing, so wenxian dared us to take off our shirts and sleep. Jacky being idiot child number one, took off his shirt. Subsequently, we got dared to take off our pants. Being idiot child number one always, he did what he was dared. So he slept with his underwear hogging my blanket. Suddenly mum came in to ask us to lower our volume when jacky got freaked out and pretended to sleep. Mum knew jacky wouldn't sleep when it is a friday night where we play till really late. So she suspected something was wrong when jacky slept so soon. She pulled off the blanket and saw a naked boy. Do not pity jacky, pity me. Mum assumed i taught jacky homosexuality and i got a lecture. Okay, jacky got it a little too for sleeping with his undies only.

Sentosa was an animal discovery session today. We caught numerous numbers of crabs, one baby octopus that squirted ink, one long prawn and a baby little squid. The fishes were too fast to be caught, so we had much fun examining the things we caught ! My legs are aching like i've got dinosaur bites. I hate sentosa's tram rides, they are always packed and we wait at the stations for nothing, okay wait. We didn't wait for nothing, we donated litres of blood to insects camping around for fools like us to believe there would be seats on the tram. So we donated blood, see the packed tram go past our eyes and walked to the beach station. Insects are much more clever now, they know where to camp to suck idiot children's blood. Eeeerungh, evolution has begun.

Mum's becoming mental. I wake up everyday not to my alarm clock but to her yelling at my brothers and maid. It's really scary, i have to pretend to sleep in bed if not i might get a piece of it too. When i wake up, i pretend to be blur and walk around ruffling my hair acting that i do not know a shit about the commotion that happened. Eeeeerungh. Jacky tried to make mum angry by acting cool. He was staring out the window when mum said "go sleep". Jacky did not reply until mum used a fiercer tone. Jacky raised his eyebrows and said "ya talking to me?" Mum played along and said "nope, talking to the spirits in the room." And she started bullshitting about ghosts in our house and now jacky is so scared that he dare not sleep in the room. So much for acting cool. Total fool.

It's been ultra man years since i enjoyed the morning sun. And today i went jogging around the estate at 6.18 am and i swear it felt like i was running with weights chained onto my feet. The first 5 minutes were rather alright, looking like an olympic runner. But after the first 5 minutes, i started to think why the hell has singapore became so so big. It seemed bigger than ever, the pavement was never ending. But no matter what i told myself i'ld run 10 laps so i forced myself to finish 10 laps. And the sense of accomplishment was great, i tell you GREAT. Yeah, not forgetting the aches which were as great. This whammed me into bed for hours, perfect remedy for sleepless people.

I love being an asshole. I was such a huge asshole that i quarelled with a bangala over a soccer ball. Forget it, the details make me seem so low down and despicable. I feel assholic and guilty now, it was my fault yet i talked back. Brr, i'm sorry Mr Bangala. You might not get to see this but i hope you feel it. I don't think you would google "quarell with bangala today" and get linked to my site. But still, god knows how if you come to see this, i'm so sorry and all the best in your career.

It's been a really long time since i teared, it's been years. And today, i teared after reading what you told me. It wasn't easy holding back my tears, there was this weird sensation that struck me and somewhere in my chest i felt it crumple up and my tears just came down. I'm gonna wash my face now before anyone sees me this way.

Little boys are the funniest little things ever. There were 2 japan little boys who went over to my mum's friend house. We know them, so we went over to visit. The adult male at home walked around half naked, and the little boy said the uncle's armpit is very hairy. So the man (mum & dad's friend) asked if it was very unique. The boy said yeah, because his dad does not have armpit hair. To add it on, he said his dad had no dick hair therefore it's weird why this uncle have hair. The whole house was was filled with laughter. We asked why and he said it was because they go for hot baths together. I swear this little boy is so cute, so innocent ! So his theory is, if his dad does not have something, all the man in the world will not have it. This shows how important a father's behaviour or action is to his kid. I wanna be a great father when i'm a little older, maybe when i'm 25.

I wanna tell a story. Once, there was this poor boy, he was lost in the north pole and it was fucking freezing. He had little clothes, but enough to last him through a week. Soon, he stumbled across a hot spring in the middle of nowhere. But this hot spring is magical and is way fucking hot, so it can be found in the north pole. So he had two options, jump in that hot pool and enjoy the heat or live freezing for a week. At that very moment, the hot pool would have been the best option. So the boy jumped in the hot pool and enjoyed the heat. After a long while, the boy got boiled to death. He could have survived if he did not jump in the pool. So moral is, what seems good at a very point of time to you, might just be the fucking thing that killls you. Bottom line, choices get you fucked up. Hope you never get to make choices, just follow whatever is thrown onto your lap.

Salt anniversary went off all well. Yay.

I seriously wonder why i still have no school now. Maybe my life is somewhat like the boardgame LIFE. And someone is the player. You know in the boardgame LIFE, you roll the dice and you move the number of steps. Sometimes you land on a bad spot and they say move back 3 steps. In this boardgame, there would be one particular box that says "graduate from college", so if you land on that box or pass that box, you graduate from college right? But i think the player rolling the dice for my life has bad luck. Always roll until that i land on "Move back 3 steps" or worse "Head back to start". So i never have the chance to graduate. Screw the fuckers renovating their house somewhere near mine. Damn noisy, hope they accidentally saw off their hands, go to the hospital stay for one month. So they need not renovate anymore.

Now that i have almost recovered from my sickness, i am about to get sick again. Not physically but emotionally sick. Brrrr, why did my brother become like this. It's scaring me, do all kids become like this when they hit the secondary 1- 2 stage ? It scares the shit outta me, he's becoming so cheenapiang. Tell me whyyyyy, ain't nothing but a heartache. Somebody kill me please.

I am almost recovered. So being well bodied, i was able to run out and play ! Being sick for 2 days was like lying in a coma for 2 years. I was fed porridege every meal with pathetic pork and salted egg. Then i would force myself to take medicine that never fails to make me dizzy thus spending 3/4 of my time sleeping. So i went off to do some filming today for the upcoming friday event. And i happened to leave my house late and my friend called me to ask where i am. This has happened to me so many times and i lied to them like erm uncountable times. Once. he reached compass point and i was still in my bathroom. So he asked where i was, and i replied walking there. He replied i was lying and i was shocked by how he knew so i asked him why. He replied that he could hear the background. I was like urgh, yalahh, i'm a dumb dumb. Then i realised something, i have been messaging him all along. So i replied him "fuck you bitch, i texted you so how could you hear the background." I actually was so flustered up that i believed him. Being late and worst still making a friend wait is very very bad, it pricks your conscience really hard, that's why i got flustered up and believed his nonsense.

The sickness ain't getting any better. I think i shall stop playing doctor by randomly taking medicine i find in the fridge. Gosh, i feel really dizzy now after taking some sweet sweet syrup which i assume it is cough syrup. I'm listening to heavy music, lying on my bed and it seems like i'm in a disco high on drugs. Weehoo, my eyes are rolling and the eyelids are opening and closing, opening and closing !

Gee, i've slept at 2pm on sunday all the way to monday's 6.30am. I can't believe it, i think this is the longest sleep i've ever got, well partly becuase of the flu medicine i've taken, but still 16 and a half hours is really alot. Wenxian used my laptop last night resulting in my msn signing in automatically, so i'm sorry if i didn't reply to any of your online messages. Jacky did a stupid thing with his "chinese computer dictionary". He typed in chinese words "hoey shi tong xing lian". The chinese dicitonary has this function of reading out whatever you typed in it. So it read out kinda loudly "Hoey is gay". For once the computer dicitonary told some truth. I'm so soo craving for food. I've been digesting my own fats for the long hours i was sleeping. Bahh, i want prata.

Basket, i'm down with a bad throat and heavy flu. Screw it, my throat hurts everytime i swallow my saliva and i've used half a toilet roll for my flu within 2 hours. Using up half a toilet roll within two hours is no joke okay? It is equivalant to wiping your ass from shitting for 2-3 weeks, and amazingly, i used up half within a span of two hours. My nose skin is peeling from all that friction and i look like a boy with artificial red blinking nose. I've just smacked two panadols and i hope it wipes out all the foreign bodies in my system. Drink YAKULT ! It kills the bacteria in the tummy ! YES DIE BACTERIA DIE.

My bum is numb, i sat on the stupid small stool for hours using the laptop, Suddenly, when i stood up, i could not feel my bum ! It was the leg numb feeling but on the bum. Couldn't walk, so i laid on the bed and asked for advice. I was told to jiggle my bum, i tried. But not effective, so i rubbed my own bum and i'm feeling better now. Oh ya, the MRT i took today, jammed its brake three times in the middle of nowhere and one poor lady fell 2 out of 3 times. She was so pissed, she sat on the floor till we reached the next station.

Jacky's crying in bed now and it's 12.24 am. He turned in at 10pm but didn't catch a single wink of sleep because wen xian that fool watched Dawn of the dead with him and scared the balls out of him. I can hear him sobbing in his room, i pity him and wanted to ask him to sleep with me but mum didn't allow. I don't know why, here are two possible reasons. She might think jacky is faking it so he can come and sleep in my room and play with me, that is what always happens whenver he crashes in my room. We will whip out our laptops, PSP and iPods and play till he can't wake up for school tomorrow. Second reason might be, mum wants to train him to become like Jackie chan : tough, manly, cool. Sadly our jacky does not inherit any of these traits by having the similar name as Jackie chan. On the contrary, the character of our jacky strongly oppose those characters of Jackie chan. How dissapointing.

I need jokes to crack myself up. But i seriously hope life isn't a big joke because i do not understand it. One day, in venice. When the people still used the gullotine to exectue people, they were ready to behead a priest, lawyer and an engineer. So when the priest was laid on the machine and the warden pulled the rope, nothing happened. The priest then said "it is god's will, let me go." So they let him off. Next was the lawyer, when they pulled the rope, nothing happened again. So the lawyer went reciting the law "no man can be executed twice, blah blah blah." So he was released. Lastly, it was the engineer. When they pulled the rope, nothing happened too. The engineer went "Oh, i see your problem!"

I can't feel my legs, they are numb. I've walked far too much today and it's killing me. Haven't seen sacha for like dinosaur years and amazingly when we called her to go out today, she did ! Much laughter and fun just with the three of us, neighbour, me and sacha. The long bus rides and farts were funnaye ! How i miss those times all of us would hang out together. But i miss my iPod more, it's in captivity of sacha armstrong.

Dinner at chomp chomps. Went home and had war with berwin and gwen in facebook. We were fighting each other, bitch slapping one another, buying each other and all sort of nonsense for hours and hours. I feel so "gelat" now. The carrot cake and oyster eggs i ate are secreting oil into my stomach every second. I can taste the "oil" right up to my throat. I feel horrendously sick. *bleach* I think i should drink lots of water now. If i do, the oil will float on the water inside my tummy, then the oil will rise up to my throat and i can spit it out like how we spit phlegm. I'm so bright !

It's so hard to really blog nowadays. You can't really express what you feel AT ALL. I can't write what i want to bitch about someone, and even if i do. The maximum extent is bitch bitch bitch but don't show the name, but...if that fuck face comes and read it, he/she will know that we're rocketing them. Then it becomes a triad war where some friends take your side or go agaisnt you for whatever you said. BOOM, big bang. So what's the point of an internet diary when i can or am ONLY binded to writing my funny or happy moments. What happens to all my not so great moments? Evaporate into thin air. A diary is for us to read back whatever happened before and reminisce about the old times regardless good or bad and have a laugh at it (which i usually do perhaps every 6 months). So when we can't vent our fustrations over the internet diary, what do we do? We go home angry and start picking on our family members over the slightest thing because you're all heated up. Time and again, it turns out that your family gets what the fuck face (person you wanna bitch about) deserves. So is it worth it to mete out punishment to your younger brothers (younger easier to bully) instead of the fuck faces? NO, so i'm going to just bash my head against the wall and make holes in them to realease the fumes/steams boiling in my head. But just to make myself feel at ease, i have to again say, "shake this" (holds my dick).

Major thunderstorm today early in the afternoon but rainbows and sunshine potraited from the carebear cartoon filled singapore today after the stormy weather. It was as if i could see carebears bouncing around the green green lawn and each carebear floating around like how they consumed marijuana with their dazed faces saying "ahh, gimme more"(try visualising that). If you still can't catch the meaning, it simply means happy. "ahh, gimme more"

Was eating my prata when i started to think about my primary school life, i've always been bitching about secondary, polytechnic school life and leaving out primary school. So here are some of my memories in primary school. Starting with maths, i 'ld remember how only four names would be used in the entire maths textbook namely: Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John. They are imprinted in my mind, how can i ever forget them after 6 years of maths with only four pathetic names. For english, we had PETS textbooks where i never paid attention in class but try spotting the hidden animals. For chinese, we had dictation every week where the teacher gives a paragraph he picks from the chinese textbook and we have to memorise them and write it out when he reads, eeew, i hated that, chinese spelling too. For science, we had Young Zoologist ! We had to do experiments and earn badges, i loved that. I remembered my form teacher was the teacher teaching every other subject except PE and Chinese. I don't know if other schools were like that. Every year, we would receive Sharity envolopes, i remembered one joker donated 5 cents and got scolded, i'ld never forget that. During recess, i'ld play in the hall where Ong teng chong and his wife's photo hanged beside the BIG clock. In classes, bastard monitors and bitch moniteress would go "talk one more time, i book you ahh !" Lastly, there was this craze for digimon, bumble bee yoyo, eraser game and kicking tennis ball in the basketball court. And to make things worse, my wallet was velcro tpye those days, now if i had to use those, i'ld jump off a building. As much as i remember, this was what my primary school lifestyle was and i'm very sure everybody had at least 1 or 2 common points from what i stated. I'm 334645637677% sure.