hope,

the last of which Pandora shut out,
the worst of all potential evils,
because it is equated wid terrifying foreknowledge..

to have hope is to wish for better things to come,
to lose hope is to fall into despair..

however, to have hope and lose it then?

whats beyond hope?








emptiness...

5chinamen 1malay and 1indian

well an interesting event happened today after lunch.. as i was walking back from e canteen, i passed by 5chinamen hailing cabs.. and by a devious stroke of luck, Mr taxi happens to be a malay..

as luck would haf it, the world turns topsy turvy when peking duck meets soto ayam.. wahahaha.. i sat dn by the busstop, taking in the amusing sight.. and just as i was laffing to myself, Mr tiongkok spotted me.. argh shit.. but being the nice friendly n helpful singaporean tt i am, ive decided to help...


Mr tiongkok: 兄弟，帮个忙，告诉他我们要去国会大厦, 谢了啊！

me: 国会大厦? 在市中心，靠近新加坡河畔的国会大厦?

as i contemplate sending them to pasir ris fishermen village or maybe ulu pandan , juz for the fun of it.. ive decided tt i shall be nice..

Mr Malay: bro, where dey wana go ah?

me: eh bro, they wana go parliament building..

n so e three of em left..

well remember i mentioned dere were 5tiongkoks? as luck would haf it, another cab pulled up so quickly.. and i was just about to leave when..

tiongkok: 兄弟，再帮个忙好吗？

i turned around n realised.. this new Mr Taxi is an Indian!! hahaha i almost cracked up dere and then.. but still..

Mr Indian: eh bro, where e 1st cab gg?

Me: they gg parliament building

Mr Indian: ok thanks..

hahaha from this lil fiasco, several observations were made..
1) in a multicultural society, a common language is of utmost importance
2) the singapore education system has succeeded by introducing bilingualism
3) to whatever race, from whatever countries, we are all "Brothers or
兄弟"

but.. as i strained every nerve n cells in my cranium, what escapes me is tt...

what blardi business has 5tiongkoks gotta do wid e parliament house?

Equations of the day

mug + eat + slack + play + slp = uni life

substitute slack + play for mug x 2 = exam period

substitute mug for play = holiday period

substitute mug + slack + play + slp for eat = Mr Kia's Bdae treat=)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR KIA!!! =)

my interesting childhood friends=)

e exam mood is at an all-time-high.. but so is my literary flow.. hahaha lemme intro u peeps to a grp of guys.. known as e dhsco rebels..

this group of guys played soccer in e lecture theatre by aiming for the gong, flushed down e entire dictionary n choked the canteen toilet, knocked down n broke the conductor stand, pon practise to watch bball match finals, camped overnight at the new music room to play PS and goal-kick..

the guys whom Ah Lao most probably would have wanted to get rid of, due to our disciplinary problems.. but probably couldn bear to, coz we are just too darn zai in our music..

gosh how i missed those days..

i missed e times we rush onto the courts, rain or shine, day or night, haze or clouds..

i missed e times we play bball, Uniform or PE shirt, Mr Ang or Mr Kiw, prefect or no prefect..

i missed e times we stank the mrt, or bus 12 wid our smelly PE attire, slung e most fashionable way thru e loop behind our bags..

i missed e time where we bring dn e high-jump mats n lazed on it, eating peanuts, talking cock, and taking turns to play blind bball..

i missed e time Mr Loo kicked e ball 3courts awae.. onli to have it chopped right into e rim..

i missed e times spent on all e overseas trips wid them.. from china to bintan to thailand to taiwan to panggerang to jb..

i missed e time Mr Bra spend 25yuan on his cup noodles..

i missed e time Mr Loo punctured my new ball on e 3rd friggin bounce..

i missed e time we search all over the neighbourhood for a kiddo's bag, only to have it picked up n handed over to e police station by a good samaritan..

i missed e time we were so panicky when Mr SWS lost his wallet, especially when he was e friggin treasurer and had hundreds on him.. only to breathe a sigh of relief when a nice junior scout returned it to the general office..

i missed e times we went to Ah Lao's office to talk cock wid him..

i missed e times when we were preparing for our concerts, complaining day n night abt practices n rehearsals, but still turning up on time for them on e nxt day..

i missed e times where we were the first to arrive to load e instruments, and e last to leave after unloading em..

i missed e time where Mr SWS only played 4notes thru'out the entire concert..

i missed e time where we literally jumped for joy upon hearing e results of our SYF competition..

i missed e time where we celebrated our triumph by doing makeshift bbq behind Pebblebay condo, just beside the Tanjong Rhu river..

i missed e times where Mr Kia booked chalets for us, only to find it friggin difficult to collect money fr us later..

i missed e time we chitchat at Mr Bra's, fr potential girlfriends to gossips..

i missed e time we tong-ed "Black Force", onli to nearly vomit at e end of it..

i missed e time where we played risk.. onli to setup an alliance n made Mr SWS so friggin dulan..

i missed e times we watched soccer.. from Japan/Korea'02 to Germany'06..

i missed e time we betted during e semis n won.. only to half our profits by treating the others taiwanese cuisine..

i missed e times we spent destroying things n doing stupid stuff..

i missed e times we spent together..

Mr S and Ms J

juz came back fr Mr weiloong's.. watched a great match juz nw.. hmmm its strange how much feelings can be evoked from juz a simple game of 22guys chasing the ball.. well, technically its 20.. e keepers juz patrol their box.. frustration, determination, euphoria, joy, disappointment etc rolled into one.. lil wonder its been dubbed the beautiful game.. much can be learned fr it.. the team which were down 1-0 at half-time nv lost heart, n demolished their opponents 4-1.. great game..

well, talking abt losing heart, sumtimes its betta to juz let it go.. rather than clinging onto sumthing futile.. nope, im not talking abt ur tut notes and texts when e exams come.. ha ha tts lame.. yea i noe.. but tis is my blog.. so bugger off if u cant take my feeble attempts at triggering ur músculos facial..

since im in a lil blogging mood rite nw, lemme share wid u guys a story..

i have a frn whose persistence is legendary.. well lets call him S.. Mr S fell in love wid my realli-realli-gd frn since a long long time ago.. well lets call her J.. J plays a minute part in tis para.. we shall introduce her again ltr.. for nw, lets get back to S.. ok.. Mr S, whom hails fr e same sec sch fr me, is a nice boy.. lookswise he ok.. hes kinda smart.. hell no.. hes realli realli smart.. a high achiever of some sorts.. and whatever he lacked in stature, he more than made up in intellect..

lets bring back Ms J now.. well, Ms J hails fr a great sec sch too.. an all-girls.. looks wise, studies wise, she has it all.. probably not as smart as Mr S, but she can hold her own against any 1 of u who might be reading tis.. n tt says quite abit abt her..

Mr S ,Ms J and i were jc classmates.. well not an exactly fun jc.. i personally hated it.. but tts another story for another time.. n i'd betta keep within my line as a narrator in tis story, lest some of u intellectually challenged goons have some half-assed idea tt tis is some triangular sad-case-crap.. ok so Mr S n Ms J were classmates.. n some time in tt 2years, Mr S fell into a myriad of quandaries we termed love.. with none other than Ms J.. well aint tt sweet? alas, happily-ever-after is the stuff wid fairy tales tt we long grew out of.. and of course, it isn tt type of ending tt im writing here.. Mr S doesn get reciprocated! awwww... to many losers out dere.. me included (n i suspect some of whom are reading my blog nw..haha) tis is pretty normal.. ha ha.. well fret not, for e recent proliferation of match-making agencies is here to stay..

nwae, Mr S doesn lose heart.. he is determined tt he wld win her heart someday.. for 5years he tried ways and means to win her over.. but to no avail.. hold on readers, before u have ani sense of sympathy wid Mr S, lemme finish e story first yar.. fr flowers to stunts to gifts, fr postal to electronic to other instantaneous forms of communications, he tried.. to a guy who probably lived wid the mantra 'ill jus hafta try harder' there was never a time where he felt he shld gif up.. he fell into an obsession..

Ms J, on the other hand, was surprised initially.. but surprise turned to insouciance to indifference and subsequently exasperation.. Mr S's antics are affecting her life, physically and mentally.. she started feeling agitated at times, depressed at other instances.. she became afraid to talk to him, to face him, or even fearful of reading wadeva he had sent.. the frequent usage of 'im not the one for u" evidently doesn get through.. eventually, enough is enough.. she sent a long msg telling him tts it was, is and never will be possible between the 2 of em.. but alas, Mr S just doesn geddit..

And the story continues.. til tis day n time.. min n sec.. the saga goes on..

To Mr S, which part of "i will nv like u" did u not understand?!! yes i agree wid u that certain stuff can be approached wid dogged determination.. or even obsession.. but sadly tis world isn ur utopia.. it doesn juz farking revolve ard u.. dere will be stuff tt, no matter how hard u try, it will NEVER bear fruits.. dere will be stuff tt will NEVER materialise.. tt malnourished kid wid aids in africa will NEVER live till 5, tt tsunamis damage will NEVER be reversible, time will NEVER stop.. ok.. i digressed.. but u get e idea..

Mr S.. i agree wid ur choice, n i agree tt u haf excellent taste in choosing Ms J.. she is great gal to be wid.. even when she sent u e msg, she kept considering how u might felt.. shes realli nice..

but im not.. u can live in ur goddamned fairy tale world, tinking tt one day u might find happiness wid Ms J etc.. well tts ur problem.. u can lif in ur farking castles in e air for all i care.. but it becomes my problem when u farking affect the lives of others.. Ms J is 1 of my dearest frns, n i swear ill beat u to ur senses if u persist.. i believe i pack a gd wallop..

ur so called 'love' for her is the exact thing tts hurting her now! tt shld be quite clear to u now eh?? why cant u be e gentlemen tt we knew a long time ago? n juz let it go? wad happened to u? what isit tt u cant understand??? for goodness sake, my friend.. u were smart n intelligent n all tt.. for once.. pls use ur e=mc2 brains to tink thru wad ive said..

and for goodness sake.. pls wake up..