Southwest campfire

AI Scouts went to a campfire in SG polytechnic. It was a bit lame. 2 weeks ago we went to Beatty sec campfire and it was better ( I think)

They told us best supporting school will get a prize. (Schools who cheer for other schools)

So whenever people chant their cheers, were like

You rock man/ la dey!
I love you!
You're the best!
Bravo!
Nice one!

Besides those, 3 of us (including me) screamed like girls. haha. Because of that, we won the prize.
I screamed at one of my fellow scouts ear.

"Ouch" he said. ""Scream at the other ear so it will be balanced" haha.

The best damn thing about the school is the fact that it has 7-11 "It's a store and more!" more like, 7-11 "It's a store that scams!"
It has Bang Deli, whatever that is. I think it's a store where they sell bangladesh food.
It has a a branch of Popular
And it has a KFC coming soon. WTF!?

It also has 6 Foodcourts.
People keep asking "Siala! How many foodcourts do they have?"
Basically, I think that's the wrong question. They should be asking "How many fat people do they have here?"

Sean, Jordan, Charles and me took the 856 bus to go home at about 11.15 PM

We were damn scared to go home because the moment we alight the bus were going to be alone in the dark.

But it wasnt scary. We were just scaring ourselves. Fear is stupid. ok maybe sometimes it's useful. U have to be scared sometimes.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

i dont' know how u carved urself into my heart

recent events

recently, many things have happened to me and my friends

let's start by spaghetti incident. ms lee asked me if im fashioning my hair like a spaghetti. hmmm. i should consider that...

One of the most painful things that happened to me recently...
My friends were sitting on top of the monkey bars holding a spar (long wood used to make wooden structures) They dropped it and it landed ON MY HEAD. Considering the height it was dropped, how heavy it is and how fragile my head is... i think i lost 10 IQ points there.

I built a relationship (with the help of ash) between my friend and his crush. Now they know each other and it's only a matter of time before it's a great escape. That makes me a LOVE GURU. And everything I do is BUILT TO LAST.

I was the only one who dared to wear a girl's skirt (not only coz i was the only 1 brave enough to do it, it was also bcoz I was one of the few ppl who can actually fit inside that wretched thing.)
In no time other ppl like ash were also wearing it...
People will think we're either SCOTTISH OR GAY. Just for the record... WE'RE NONE. DAMN STRAIGHT.

And 2day... PTM was actually fun bcoz of the teacher's day party. awesome

Thursday, August 28, 2008

i dont' know how u carved urself into my heart

Racist and SG Man from the south

YO! It's the freakin 1ooth episode of my blog! I didnt do anything special for it. But why should I? I think I won't be going for the 1ooth episode special tradition but I'm going for a 101 special.

1st of all I would like to say sorry to Ash, Dhipan and possibly all Indians out there. 2day, I said A LOT of racist jokes. SERIOUS. I didn't stop cracking those cruel jokes for like... an hour? It was endless. SORRY. I love Indians. Especially when I was finding Charles coz I needed to punch him urgently. They told me that Charles was hiding behind a vending machine. I couldn't have found him there. It was the perfect hiding place.

I take back what I said abt the POWERHOUSE thing.

I was taking bus back home when thi old guy, wearing a panama-like hat carrying a plastic bag was walking around the bus turning those air con nozzles. This was his routine.

1. Play with an air-con nozzle.
2. Sit down at the nearest seat of the air-con nozzle.
3. Stand up after a while and play with another air-con nozzle.

He did this repeatedly until the he reached the end of the bus.

He's like the Singaporean version of Man From The South

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

i dont' know how u carved urself into my heart

Long time no post. Let's start off with a Happy Bday to my cousin, Solomon. Happy Bday to him.

Mother Tongue. In the Malay Classroom. Lent my phone to Azfar. Mr Chin suddenly comes in. Saw Azfar with the phone. Told me to remove battery and sim card. Confiscated it. Asked me why I don't have any reading materials. Scolded me for it. Asked me to go and take a book even though there was only 1 minute left till the bell rang. I went for the door. Cigku Hamsani told me, "Don't be sad". I smiled. I left. End of story.

What the hell? Everybody was using their phones and only me and some other guy got our phones confiscated. Shit. Why did he come in that particular time? And when he came, why did he look like he knows that we were using my phone?

When I took it back after school...

Me: Um... u told me to see u
Mr Chin: Yes? Why were u using ur phone during class?
Me: I lent it to someone
Mr Chin: But you know the sch rules right?
Me: Yes but I since everybody was doing it, I just did it.
Mr Chin: So when ppl do it, does it mean that u should do it too?
Me: No this is just my first time doing it
Mr Chin: So why do you think you should have ur phone back? ( He asked this multiple times)
Me: Coz I'm not going to do it again. I learned my mistake.
Mr Chin: Ok so what will happen if u do it again?
Me: I'm sure it won't happen again.
Mr Chin: But WHAT IF it happens again. What do u think will be the punishment?
Me: U'll take my phone?
Mr Chin: Right. U do it again and u will NEVER (he said this with a BITTER face) see ur phone again. Understand?
Me: Yes.

Put battery and sim card and see if it still works. It worked. Done.

I was smiling throughout the whole conversation with fire but I was nervous nonetheless.

And to make it better or worse ( i dont know) Howie, Kim, Priya, Vasan and Khairul were there to watch the performance. They were a great audience, laughing all the way.

ASSALAMUALIKUM
(It's a malay word I learned) It's so confusing to say coz it has more characters than the name of my friend. (Ashwathama) Man, I had to look at 1e3's blog just to see how his name is spelled.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

i dont' know how u carved urself into my heart