Yo what up. I'm feeling pretty apprehensive lately as the calendar creeps its way into the month of March. The thought of receiving my results around the start of March gave me an unpleasant deja vu. Recently I have been really anxious, constantly painting scenes in my head about the atmosphere and the possible outcomes.
There are three ways this could go down.
1) HUAT AH!!
2) Okay lah
3) Fuck...
I'm praying so damn hard I don't fall into Category 3... I try not to let any high hopes or expectations get in the way but innately, there is a bunch of criteria and standard already set. Can't deny, I would love to have plentiful of As on my cert and be one of those lucky mahfkers receiving a filthy handshake from the principal on stage. However, a really pessimistic, or maybe even practical, side of me keeps dousing my flame and is doing its best to carve out a horrendous way in which shit could go down. Bloody praying for a morning wake up call from the General Office, breaking to me the good news and telling me to head down to school early for preparation to GO UP THE FKING STAGE. That would be lovely. THAT WOULD BE FKING LOVELY THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Till then, it seems like the anxiety is just gonna build up towards result day like a damn Tetris game.
I don't know why this matters so much to me this time round, but definitely not because I want to secure a place in a stellar local Uni or some shit like that. I think it's more of a concrete affirmation of my hardwork. Sounds really stupid but listen me out. I know I'm definitely not an academic ace, hitting perfect scores on laminated certificates and crying over the fact that I lost one mark in the exam. But it is a form of self-assurance that my efforts pay off and I'm rewarded with what I deserve. It would be an utter shame if I mess this one up because then I have failed to accomplish what I was so determined to set out to do. I also feel like there is a point to prove, not just for myself, but to others. I know most people will say that I should do things for myself and shut out what others tell you to do, but I don't know man, I really want to let people around me see that I can compete on equal footing with them and zip up my relatives' mouths that spew only demoralizing shit. Hahaha no hate, just that every time they hit that G spot, I dread the comparison that comes next. I just get really frustrated every time people assume that my intelligence hinges upon my grades.
Well, I do sincerely hope that God does not take a shit on me and Jesus does not crash my car when I let him take the wheel HAHAHAHA. Let those horrid months of relentless grind at the library and all the MCs I took to pon school just to grind pay off. But then again, what if........ I am to be punished for ponning school and faking parent letters to extend my MCs...... by getting fucked up grades????? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Hahahaha Peace Out~
Monday, 15 February 2016
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
Tight On Cash...
What up, gee? Been exactly 1 month since I last typed shit on this page. Ever since my friends enlisted at the start of Jan till now, not only do I lack social life, I lack cash too. If I ever need a good laugh I'll just head down to the ATM, attempt to withdraw some money and giggle pathetically at how the machine declines my request.
I don't know why but every time I go out with friends, I spend alot on food and drinks, maybe a little bit on movies, and some really cheap shit from H&M. I'm still wearing the same jeans I bought last year because that's probably my only long pants left that still fits my growing legs. So technically, my moneh shouldn't be leaking so rapidly... Perhaps because of the new boat shoes........ And the new football cleats......... Hahahaha anyway every time if I spend way past my budget for the day, I'll convince myself that I'm doing the right thing - contributing to the multiplier effect of the economy. Just doing my part as a consumer... Don't hate it cuz you ain't it, know what I'm sayinggg? ;)))
I told myself since the start of Jan that I ain't gon' work at no banquet/waitering crap anymore cuz I'm underpaid for all the shit I need to do like getting my hands all greased up from clearing plates brimming with seafood sauce, chilli crab curry and mahfkers' saliva. I decided that I should try to get a job at a retail outlet that PAYS you well to look good so I thought maybe Abercrombie & Fitch needed douchebags like me hahaha. I shit you not they actually hired my sorry ass HAHAHAHA!
I went for the group interview one day, put up my OGL facade being all extroverted and whacky as hell, talked my way through the questions from the interviewer and pretty much nailed them. Oh yeah, A&F has a backroom kinda thing that stores all their inventory and also an office to sort out all their admin matters, WHICH was surprisingly brightly lit. What a stark contrast as opposed to the store itself. Kinda weird that we had our interview all standing in a circle. I'd say there were like 9 of us (me included) cuz it was a Tuesday and the interview was chillax af. Basically we introduced ourselves and proceeded to the questions. One thing I hypothesized was that it's not really about how fantastic your spoken English is that captures the interviewer's attention but more about the way you portray yourself when you speak and also the content of what you say. I said some really stupid shit but in a very optimistic manner and I think I caught the wave hahaha.
I got the call for the job and headed down for paperwork. The guy told me that the job orientation is filled at the moment and he will call me down around "next week" (this week). JUST MOMENTS AGO, I called them to ask when can I get cracking on some work and I was told that they'll call me earliest at the end of Feb... Well fuck that. Thought I was about to "Hey how's it going!" or "Hey what's up!" but it looks like when they would finally call me down for the job orientation I could actually be at the store within 5 minutes because I'll be somewhere down the street begging for money. It looks like I've got less than a month to work there before I enlist in April so cheers to that, I'm gonna hunt for another job.
At the moment I'm learning how to drive and I have lessons on and off throughout the month so I can't actually commit to a fixed scheduled job that requires me to work 8hrs 6 days a week. Thought that was the key to my problem with only 5hrs work shift and flexible af schedule but nothing goes my way, as usual. Meanwhile, I'm bored the fuck out meditating at home and going to the gym.
If y'all got any job that pays good god damn money to even perform unthinkable stunts like $20/hr to eat goat testicles from shit-stained baby diapers, don't you fking hesitate to hook my ass up. Otherwise, it seems like my only option left is to do strip dancing at a fking gay bar.... Don't let me go down this path....... Please........... Hahahahaha werk it! Have a good one, Peace Out~
I don't know why but every time I go out with friends, I spend alot on food and drinks, maybe a little bit on movies, and some really cheap shit from H&M. I'm still wearing the same jeans I bought last year because that's probably my only long pants left that still fits my growing legs. So technically, my moneh shouldn't be leaking so rapidly... Perhaps because of the new boat shoes........ And the new football cleats......... Hahahaha anyway every time if I spend way past my budget for the day, I'll convince myself that I'm doing the right thing - contributing to the multiplier effect of the economy. Just doing my part as a consumer... Don't hate it cuz you ain't it, know what I'm sayinggg? ;)))
I told myself since the start of Jan that I ain't gon' work at no banquet/waitering crap anymore cuz I'm underpaid for all the shit I need to do like getting my hands all greased up from clearing plates brimming with seafood sauce, chilli crab curry and mahfkers' saliva. I decided that I should try to get a job at a retail outlet that PAYS you well to look good so I thought maybe Abercrombie & Fitch needed douchebags like me hahaha. I shit you not they actually hired my sorry ass HAHAHAHA!
I went for the group interview one day, put up my OGL facade being all extroverted and whacky as hell, talked my way through the questions from the interviewer and pretty much nailed them. Oh yeah, A&F has a backroom kinda thing that stores all their inventory and also an office to sort out all their admin matters, WHICH was surprisingly brightly lit. What a stark contrast as opposed to the store itself. Kinda weird that we had our interview all standing in a circle. I'd say there were like 9 of us (me included) cuz it was a Tuesday and the interview was chillax af. Basically we introduced ourselves and proceeded to the questions. One thing I hypothesized was that it's not really about how fantastic your spoken English is that captures the interviewer's attention but more about the way you portray yourself when you speak and also the content of what you say. I said some really stupid shit but in a very optimistic manner and I think I caught the wave hahaha.
I got the call for the job and headed down for paperwork. The guy told me that the job orientation is filled at the moment and he will call me down around "next week" (this week). JUST MOMENTS AGO, I called them to ask when can I get cracking on some work and I was told that they'll call me earliest at the end of Feb... Well fuck that. Thought I was about to "Hey how's it going!" or "Hey what's up!" but it looks like when they would finally call me down for the job orientation I could actually be at the store within 5 minutes because I'll be somewhere down the street begging for money. It looks like I've got less than a month to work there before I enlist in April so cheers to that, I'm gonna hunt for another job.
At the moment I'm learning how to drive and I have lessons on and off throughout the month so I can't actually commit to a fixed scheduled job that requires me to work 8hrs 6 days a week. Thought that was the key to my problem with only 5hrs work shift and flexible af schedule but nothing goes my way, as usual. Meanwhile, I'm bored the fuck out meditating at home and going to the gym.
If y'all got any job that pays good god damn money to even perform unthinkable stunts like $20/hr to eat goat testicles from shit-stained baby diapers, don't you fking hesitate to hook my ass up. Otherwise, it seems like my only option left is to do strip dancing at a fking gay bar.... Don't let me go down this path....... Please........... Hahahahaha werk it! Have a good one, Peace Out~
Saturday, 2 January 2016
Bruh... It's Already 2016....
Yo what up gee. This blog post gon' be like a post-shipwreck survival journal cuz heck nigga, these few months have been helluva ride. Before I get started, I wanna wish yall Happy Teacher's Day, Selamat Hari Raya Haji, Merry Christmas and a fking Happy New Year because look at the god damn calendar right now, bloody 3 January 2016 already.... Did you copy that? 2016. Twenty Sixteen. I repeat. Two Zero One Six nigga. Wtf man, not sure if it's just me or time passes faster when you're older. Last post in 4th September, whining like a lil' bitch about school and shit lol, WHAT A PUSSY. Oh and yeah, A Level's over after months of relentless grind... Kinda miss that shit though, I'll get to that later. But first, let me update yall wtf happened in my life ever since my last post.
My September was jinxed with a whale of stress and a myriad of practice papers to do because A level looked pretty ready to kick my arse. Pre-Prelim period was the shittiest probably NOT because my birthday was one day before both Math and Bio paper. How I spent my birthday? I woke up in the morning, head out to Coffee Bean at Marina Square, alone, studied for a few hours, alone, head to town to shop, alone, had a $30 Tonkatsu dinner that sucked ass, alone, attempted suicide at the highway but talked myself out of it, alone, and went home to sleep.................. You thought I was gonna say "alone"? Lol nah, I forgot, I popped by Geylang THEN I went home to sleep with two hookers. HAHAHAHA I kid, only went home with one hooker that's all.
October was when shit started getting real, like I ain't talking about real deal kinda real. I'm talking about the real that blurs the line between life and death. I ain't feeling shit anymore during this period, life force drained and I was practically a programmed machine that got up every day to study in the library till night routinely. Last day of official school happened on 15 Oct, I remember myself being emo as fuck because those good old days can never repeat themselves again. Then it was stone cold full throttle all out grind until A Levels which started in November.
November was a month of sheer intensity, kinda had my brain fried every single day of the month till I can't feel a single tinge of anxiety before the exams anymore. Oh yeah, one thing I did before I step in the exam hall was to enter with my right foot, touch the floor, kiss it and point it to the heavens because I see those bloody successful footballers do it before entering the pitch, so I figured out maybe it could bring me shit tons of luck too HAHAHAHA The papers were all pretty fucked up in a sense that they put across a question in some really queer way. Here's an example. Say someone wants to go to the bathroom and he's supposed to say "Excuse me, can I ask where's the restroom?" Agreed? This is what the A level paper asked, "Pardon my arsed up Caucasian lingo and I apologise in advance should I have brought to you any inconvenience to what you were momentarily engaged in before I interrupted you with this preposterously long fore-question, but in which coordinates do I have to get a lock on such that I can locate the whereabouts of a restroom?" You get what I mean? It's like they confuse the fuck outta you first, make you re-read the whole chunk again, then try to gamble on the various possible interpretations of the question and just basically force you to pray to God that you're answering to whatever the fuck those white niggas want. Don't believe just take a good fucking look at the GP and Bio paper.
Well at least all that shit was finally over, freedom was at the tip of my tongue already. Felt surreal that I ain't gonna study for nuts and I was trying to acclimatize to a normal human being's lifestyle. First few hours of freedom felt bloody good because that moment was what I yearned for the entire year. BUT HEELLLLLL!! Shit I was about to jump back on my study table to get cracking on some Math or something because freedom never felt so BORING before. For real, I was starting to miss A Levels because at least I had a purpose in my dead-but-not-really-a-life life. Man, playing PS4 and going out to eat good every day doesn't feel that good after all especially when your bank balance straight plunge to the salary you earn from a charity event...... Which is like basically.... Nothing........ Now money is an issue, getting broke faster than those mahfkers leaving the exam hall after the last MCQ paper. Fun wasn't as FUN as I thought it would be. Had so many plans for the post A's afterlife and guess wtf have I accomplished after an entire month after the last paper??? Okay at least I started playing Fifa 16.... Man wtf this is bloody depressing! Well at least I looked forward to Prom..... aaaaannnd it was shit...... aaaaannnddd that was it. Honestly nothing to look forward to after that.
So there you have it, the stuff that had been going on these past few months. There were of course bloody fantastic moments interjecting the busiest period of my life like MBS post-prelims mayhem and shit like that. Hahahaha that was really good, got really tipsy on Barcardi and the rest of what happened throughout the night was a bloody banter haahahahaha! Well right now there's seriously nothing to achieve during this pre-enlistment period. Got 4 more months of freedom to go... Throwback to when I craved so deeply for even a day of freedom hahaha... But this shit is for real, too much of something is bad. I'll keep blogging now since I've got loads of time to spend and I definitely don't wanna lose touch of my writing ability because seeing how my Chinese dipped into the shithole makes me feel that the least I could do is to continue to be proficient in English. So yeah, pics are below for browsing, please kindly refrain from uploading my stuff on Grindr or gay porn sites, they are in chronological order, ENJOY LOOKING AT MY LIFE PEEPO HAHAHA :)
My September was jinxed with a whale of stress and a myriad of practice papers to do because A level looked pretty ready to kick my arse. Pre-Prelim period was the shittiest probably NOT because my birthday was one day before both Math and Bio paper. How I spent my birthday? I woke up in the morning, head out to Coffee Bean at Marina Square, alone, studied for a few hours, alone, head to town to shop, alone, had a $30 Tonkatsu dinner that sucked ass, alone, attempted suicide at the highway but talked myself out of it, alone, and went home to sleep.................. You thought I was gonna say "alone"? Lol nah, I forgot, I popped by Geylang THEN I went home to sleep with two hookers. HAHAHAHA I kid, only went home with one hooker that's all.
October was when shit started getting real, like I ain't talking about real deal kinda real. I'm talking about the real that blurs the line between life and death. I ain't feeling shit anymore during this period, life force drained and I was practically a programmed machine that got up every day to study in the library till night routinely. Last day of official school happened on 15 Oct, I remember myself being emo as fuck because those good old days can never repeat themselves again. Then it was stone cold full throttle all out grind until A Levels which started in November.
November was a month of sheer intensity, kinda had my brain fried every single day of the month till I can't feel a single tinge of anxiety before the exams anymore. Oh yeah, one thing I did before I step in the exam hall was to enter with my right foot, touch the floor, kiss it and point it to the heavens because I see those bloody successful footballers do it before entering the pitch, so I figured out maybe it could bring me shit tons of luck too HAHAHAHA The papers were all pretty fucked up in a sense that they put across a question in some really queer way. Here's an example. Say someone wants to go to the bathroom and he's supposed to say "Excuse me, can I ask where's the restroom?" Agreed? This is what the A level paper asked, "Pardon my arsed up Caucasian lingo and I apologise in advance should I have brought to you any inconvenience to what you were momentarily engaged in before I interrupted you with this preposterously long fore-question, but in which coordinates do I have to get a lock on such that I can locate the whereabouts of a restroom?" You get what I mean? It's like they confuse the fuck outta you first, make you re-read the whole chunk again, then try to gamble on the various possible interpretations of the question and just basically force you to pray to God that you're answering to whatever the fuck those white niggas want. Don't believe just take a good fucking look at the GP and Bio paper.
Well at least all that shit was finally over, freedom was at the tip of my tongue already. Felt surreal that I ain't gonna study for nuts and I was trying to acclimatize to a normal human being's lifestyle. First few hours of freedom felt bloody good because that moment was what I yearned for the entire year. BUT HEELLLLLL!! Shit I was about to jump back on my study table to get cracking on some Math or something because freedom never felt so BORING before. For real, I was starting to miss A Levels because at least I had a purpose in my dead-but-not-really-a-life life. Man, playing PS4 and going out to eat good every day doesn't feel that good after all especially when your bank balance straight plunge to the salary you earn from a charity event...... Which is like basically.... Nothing........ Now money is an issue, getting broke faster than those mahfkers leaving the exam hall after the last MCQ paper. Fun wasn't as FUN as I thought it would be. Had so many plans for the post A's afterlife and guess wtf have I accomplished after an entire month after the last paper??? Okay at least I started playing Fifa 16.... Man wtf this is bloody depressing! Well at least I looked forward to Prom..... aaaaannnd it was shit...... aaaaannnddd that was it. Honestly nothing to look forward to after that.
So there you have it, the stuff that had been going on these past few months. There were of course bloody fantastic moments interjecting the busiest period of my life like MBS post-prelims mayhem and shit like that. Hahahaha that was really good, got really tipsy on Barcardi and the rest of what happened throughout the night was a bloody banter haahahahaha! Well right now there's seriously nothing to achieve during this pre-enlistment period. Got 4 more months of freedom to go... Throwback to when I craved so deeply for even a day of freedom hahaha... But this shit is for real, too much of something is bad. I'll keep blogging now since I've got loads of time to spend and I definitely don't wanna lose touch of my writing ability because seeing how my Chinese dipped into the shithole makes me feel that the least I could do is to continue to be proficient in English. So yeah, pics are below for browsing, please kindly refrain from uploading my stuff on Grindr or gay porn sites, they are in chronological order, ENJOY LOOKING AT MY LIFE PEEPO HAHAHA :)
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| Teacher's Day with Ms Lee (miss her tho) |
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| Yet another birthday spent alone |
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| I was quite ripped last time, mirin' bruh? Hahaha |
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| Happy Belated Bday lah Momo |
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| Cancerous Haze |
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| MBS our turf #postprelimshavoc |
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| Already craving for Xmas |
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| Last day at school at our Golden Table |
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| Bros 4lyfe |
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| Cheers to 14S05 |
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| Econs Star Students |
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| Fame comes with a price |
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| Legit my haircut got fucked up a day before #pineapple |
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| Got goalkeeper still can score... HAHAHA jkjk with xiaobitchzxc |
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| Gg lightmite. Yo you wanted me to do a blogpost here it is hahaha |
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| Chester heavy af for his size |
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| Oh you know... just doing my routinely cockblock duty |
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| Gg 4 Years Marists X 2 Years Pioneer |
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| Ingarden hoes |
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| Bust a nut Nigga Crew |
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| Step emo last day of school haish.... |
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| NLB grind with Ctay |
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| Serene you elephant, breaking my damn arm nigga |
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| Haircut phobia.. |
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| NLB buddy |
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| My luck bloody fantastic after A's, met the King amongst Handsome Men |
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| Testing |
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| Candid |
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| Ctay signature thumbs up |
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| Curryzazzle white girl af. Gg last minute friendship, you were a cool ass nigga tho... |
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| Wtf Sarah went under the knife in this pic omai |
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| Einstein |
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| Mah putang ina mo zharbor from Pinoyland |
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| Jilene.... I get it.... you got boobs -.- Hahahaha |
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| Darren you tryna eat my toufu sibo? |
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| With the chilli padi holy fk lucky never die hahaha |
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| Curly hair dog |
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| NLB buddy... Cya in the afterlife.... |
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| Cheeky lad |
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| Wtf win Prom Queen then pangseh me at Mr Witty ;"( |
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| Table 28 |
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| Dress to impress |
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| Lads will be lads |
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| Thanks for the two years of loyalty brother |
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| Technically the first friend that tick in the same autistic way in PJC. Fking love you Edwin |
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| Orchard our turf also |
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| Back at MBS legit my second home |
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| Gotta stay fly |
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| FINALLY A FUCKING NEAT HAIRCUT THANK GOD |
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| Merry Christmas! |
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| Happy New Year from King Elvis Minions! |
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