time

time passes really fast. really. im old. i feel old. i look old. no la those are just words of self pity. im handsome. im muscular. im tall. haha now i feel better. so i'll write something with more sense.

but really, time passes fast. the other week someone had her birthday. today, a fisher had his birthday. he was so happy with the present we got for him that he rushed home to enjoy it instead of having dinner with us.

i used to think that blogs were a waste of time. in year one, i did not even know what a blog was! wah lau, a real mountain uncle. yah, auntie you are right. i am an uncle. there are lots of things that i want to do. later then i say about those things again. im just typing now because i dont have any ideas for a piece of work now. the world is really spinning too fast man. soon, all these friends that i know will be enlisted and the othes will go off to work. contacts will be lost. why? i seem childish. some will say, in life you lose friends and make new ones. yah its true. i felt sad when i left primary school. those were some of the best years of my little life then. secondary school life was the worst phase of my life. in my previous i wrote about posers. i was one too, way back in secondary school. in a group of people, we seemed tough. invincible. until one incident made me realise what a real chicken shit i was at that time. everyone around me was affected. how affected? very affected. then the army called and i had to obey brother lee's law. in there, i really understood brotherhood. there was a code of honour. wah i talk like im in some gang, got code of honour some more. actually its got one la, but not to the extent of code of honor. i just adding those words for some seh only. you read also you laugh right?but brotherhood was real. it lasted almost 2 years with those brothers. you watch my back and i watch yours.that was a real experience. now i hear pre enlistes saying they want to fake an injury to escape the hardship? if you truly have this attitude, i feel sorry. anyway, those brothers are married with kids now and im still in school. so that proves im young! yay! poly life is also geat. tho it has not come to an end yet, it soon will. i made fisher friends here in poly. recently added some fishtresses to that list too. wah, i have typed so much already. better log off cos hamster at the top is getting real tired. let him eat his corn in peace.

WAH! THIS BLOG CAN AUTO SAVE WHAT I JUST WROTE! wah lau, i fell asleep and this page is still here 1 hr later. wah im really an uncle man. now type also can fall asleep. ok now i will post it!

i heard something today. something said by a person. this mirrors exactly what i heard a few months ago from another person. now it makes me wonder. is it better to be a little more of a bastard than who i am now? these people really hit the spot when they said that i am an idiot.
i really think so too. i sound emo, but im not emo. i just think that this is really confusing.

on one hand, the cards say that i should be who i am. am i helping people so that they wont get angry with me if i cross them in any way? is this a way to cover my backside?

the other deck of cards say that i should be a bastard sometimes. i see people in need of help and should i help them? no, cos others will see this as an opportunity and make use of me.

its so hard to see through the words that these people have told me. i sometimes really want to help to the best of my extent but if there is nothing i can do i will say i cant. super confusing, im killing my brain cells over this. its hard being human. maybe i should ask hamster what all this means. hamster is only a picture. he cant answer me except make he see how ridiculously cute he is chewing on that grain of corn.

nevermind, i think i'll take the alternative route and be more of the latter.
see how it goes.

before i forget, happy birthday to my friend, an old lady who just celebrated her 61st birthday.
happy birthday for 2008 and beyond!

LEOTARDS! Shread them la...

As the questions arise and the solutions beg no answers, that is where HAMSTER steps in.

Questions…..

Going to the gym is a good thing. It’s a good place to make friends but how many of us men go there to socialize? It’s the basketballs and volleyballs that we want to see unwrapped from their oh-too-tightly-bound covers. Bouncy and jiggly. Apple big big apple small small apple many sizes….Apple big big juicy juicy apple small small useless.

But as usual, There are distractions.

Some people go to the gym to annoy others. Their sole purpose in life is to annoy gym users with their constant bravery babble about which girl to conquer and which part of the body to tattoo. They talk like they own the law too. These medal of honour soldiers talk tough and look tough. Really? Come on man, it’s highly embarrassing to be caught with your pants down, but hey! YOU WERE GETTING IT ON WHEN YOU GOT CAUGHT! Instead, these puberty deprived steroid devourers go on and on about it. Truth is, it’s really scary to be involved in a police case, no matter how minor the case may seem. And while talking, they are busy flexing in front of the mirrors! Make up your minds you bravehearts. Do you want to conquer muff valley or just force your nipples through your singlets?

Another thing that annoys us are the branded people. These people go to a gym, yes, and all they do is stand in model poses while clad in the latest sports apparel. Huh? If you sport the look and build of Arnold Schwarzenegger, ok I shut up. But hey, face reality guys, you weigh little more than the hamster at the top of my blog. These anorexic people also crowd round the free weights section and always take on the heaviest of weights….don’t show off this way guys. Want to show off strength? Both mental and physical? Go make love to a pig that I know. After that session, if you get through it, I bow to you.

People….Red hairs especially…..not all, just some rotten eggs….

How come we are taught not to hate other races in school, but assholes from a country of presumably higher standards of education can do the opposite? Is there a thrill in taping a poor old man on video and making a big joke about it? Is it a triumph to laugh at old people? Not only do the red hairs do that, local people do that too. Why? Won’t you grow old too one day? For the three red hairs that did this, hooray yippie fucking do! You’re winners in your own context! “We were insensitive. Bullies? No!” NOT A BULLY?? Then why pick on an old man? Why not try this with local people along Geylang? You’re red hairs, you’ve got good genes which make you tower above everyone. Why pick on an old man making an honest living?

I really can’t stand it when foreigners come here and try to act like gods even though they are the minority. To bully a helpless old man and run off after not paying a cent is really pushing it. And there were 3 of you against him…yah, you’re heroes!

And the answers……

Completely no link……leotards are for FRENCH ARISTOCRATIC LOVING TWO FACED FAGGOTS and PIGS WITH FLAPS OF FATS FOR EYELIDS AND BAD STAMINA. Nobody likes them, everyone hates them.

Don’t wear leotards.