Me, Myself & Irrate

I'm counting the days to Sharon Lee's return. I wonder what presents i'll get. How many presnts. How many, nice presents. Presents! Presents! Presents! Wahahaa..

Yes, i do miss that B*tch.

My B*tch.

On the topic about and bitches and bitchiness, it can be safely said that i have my fair share of fingers being pointed in my face when this topic rears its head.

Most of the times, mine surfaces without malice. Perhaps largely due to the lack of restraint and/or foresight i allow myself. At times, it hurts others. While some remain silent, some make the active decision to make me come to my senses.

I'm trying to learn to work my way around people politics. And the best solution there is for this(or at least to me) when it happens is distance. That way, life continues on. I appreciate other people's honesty. I just don't feel comfortable in reciprocation.

I have no qualms in walking away.

I do not consider this avoidance in all mannerism, simply because i have to allow myself to move on. I'm not the type that likes to trash things out. In fact, i am such a loser at that. Try thrash talk with me - and even a fake psychic reader will predict violence. Or at the very least, a very wounded friendship.

On the other hand, getting to know the truth helps. At least i have the opportunity to understand how others percieve me. And you may well know how deluded i can be. Perhaps it is the manner in which i portray myself. Loud, brash, straight. I can't take hints. Don't agree with wishy washy behaviour etc etc. The list continues.

I'd rather listen in silence as a mute.

At the same time, i really do understand my behaviour can get out of hand, and people do take offence. I can only offer apologies for all the hurt that i've caused.

I can't promise change. I won't promise change. As much as others have the right to be annoyed, i too, have the obligation to stay true to myself and what i stand for.

So take me as i am. In all my glory.

CHERLOSOPHY endorses :

Dishwalla's OPALINE album.

1. Opaline
2. Angels Or Devils
3. Somewhere In The Middle
4. Every Little Thing
5. When Morning Comes
6. Home
7. Today, Tonight
8. Mad Life
9. Candleburn
10. Nashville Skyline
11. Drawn Out

Sometimes, we'll be lucky enough to find an album that holds a number of great songs. This album could not be sweeter. A pure blend of rock and husky vocals, with crushingly beautiful lyrics, this album is something that everyone should listen to.

I had the most fabulous time this afternoon at the school's open house =)

I woke up late and rushed to get to school in time. The weatherman must be in a sadistic mood because it started to rain immediately once i stepped out of the house. And it was no ordinary rain (unlike the ones in those soppy, romantic taiwanese serials where the rain falls at a 90 degree angle from above). This particular session came with winds that spat the rain at an unforgiving 45 degree angle onto my clothes, hair, whatever... relinquishing any use for an umbrella.

By the time i slid into the cab, i was wet all over.

We were assigned to act as tour guides for secondary school students. While waiting for the schedule to be divided, we tucked into a pathetic array of cheaper-then-cheap selection of beehoon, fish balls, pseudo pizza slices and fish balls-disguised as wantons. Yes. The fishball paste was simply and poorly wrapped in some lame wanton skin.

Aiyah... my school must be on a tight budget.

After eating, we had some free time on hand, so we decided to try every game in the main hall. From the penalty shoot-out to the manually realigned bowling lane, the DDR machine (Moonie and Fara has minimal to zero hand-eye coordination.. heehee.. but i still love those spatially challenged lasses!) to the basketball-and-hoop thingee.

We raided every single gift giving station too; like hungry, savage beasts. Haha.

After which, we were herded like blind sheep to wait for the buses to arrive. And good gawd.. guess what?! I saw EDEN (on wheels)!!!!!! Yes, parked in front was the most beautiful green vehicle on 4 wheels I can ever imagine!

Glistening under the partially cloudy skies like an emerald.

The PROMISED land lorry, filled with the most luscious brown sticky fluid known to all mankind - MILO. I could feel my knees buckle with ecstasy instantaneously. I hurriedly devoured cup after cup of sweet, iced cold, super kao kao milo. Heavenly, lip smacking goodness...

As Fara sang and danced to Milo's jingle of "it's marvelous what Milo can do for you".

The first bus unloaded the ITE students who insisted on seraching for Tammy.

My reply was simple : We've got indian, chinese and malay Tammy here. Which one are you looking for?

They answered they were interested in Suli (chinese Tammy). Wahahhahha..!

And guess which group I got? Wink wink - Westwood Sec!! The zany bunch drove us mad at first. Just 2 classes comprised of almost 100 students. Can you believe it? 100 MF students?!! It was like we each needed 8 arms to keep them under control.

We were simply overwhelmed.

We divided them after putting them through an unbearably torturing intro briefing, and embarked on the tour. The bunch of 28 students that were assigned to Zul and I were enthusiastic and warm, going though most of the stations and even the lamer ones without complaint. I'm so proud of them.

We visited SCL and SHS. We all felt violated by the school when we realized that the free ice cream would only be available on saturday. PUI. We almost (ok lah, i'm just adding drama here) staged a revolt.

Nonetheless, my time with them was amazing =)

Sending them off was bittersweet. As they hid among themselves, whipping out their stylo, state-of-the-art handphones for some Kodak moments, we parted, exchanging handphone numbers and email addresses.

Subsequently, we headed down to man the lucky dip booth run by CADC at the main hall. Only stopping by the students' lounge upon hearing news that there was food. How disappointing it was. All that was left was just the containers that used to hold the food and the aluminum foil that covered it.

Maybe school decided that the students are anemic and in dire need of some iron. Hohoho. I think not. Bleah!

I had fun playing Othello with Fara, Moonie and Nizar. Terrence popped by to watch the matches. And some folks from ITE Balestier played some mean, kick ass sets with us. Nice! And yes, the good people from the Mind Games club also gave us some soveniers.

Freebies!!! I LIKE!!!

After the terribly long day, the club decided to have dinner together. We settled for Bishan. After eliminating all the fast food options and the horrid muslim food at the foodcourt, we chose Secret Recipe. I had the yummy, tom yum gong. Complete with humongous prawns.

I see you salivating already. Tough luck!

I stuffed my face like there was no tomorrow, and through the conversation (though my selective amnesia doesn't allow me to recollect at present) Sharon ended up suffering pseudo asthmatic attacks of guffaws. I know that girl has a super vivid imagination. That's why she's laughing. Like me =)

Terrence says AUDC placements must be confirmed by 9th Feb. 9 long days in Indon and 8 rounds of mind numbing debate challenges. To go or not go? Finances seem to be the least of our worries, at least for now. Not many club mates seem to be able to squeeze this into schedule, or face solid disapproval from parents.

I need my Fara to go. I want her as roommate. I need her as teammate.

But Fara, if your parents really doesn't allow, then we'll chuck Indon and save up for Europe. No worries =) we'll still raze Forever 21 to the ground in Europe. Hohoho

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So here are a few pics of today

the wonderfully, wacky bunch =)

more shots of them

this shot seems as though someone is pointing at someone's breasts.

HAHA.. though i'm not saying who

at SHS

see the young man behind looking so lovingly at the lecturer!

So attentive!

even more shots of them

Moonie's such a cam whore.

She takes every opp to squeeze herself into my pics

No lah...!!

I LOVE U MOONIE =)

and lastly, unwanted shots of themselves. Hahaha

this guy seems like he's hiding his teacher's prized possessions.

and the one beside him's striking such a gay pose.

even the guy on the extreme left stares.

Hohoho

Update

The debates are over. We didn't win. Haha.. but it sure as hell, knitted the whole lot of us closer, and yes, to the extent of entangling (physically, and pornographically in the future) 2 persons I am proud to have as friends.

They'd best heed my advice - compulsory bergedil, sambal prawns and whatever more I want to eat at the wedding, else, it's a SGD$2 ang pow!!!

You have been warned!

And yes, the amount of concern we showed each other from the start, right up to the end of the competition lingers beyond. The level of guidance we received, the charged motions we felt, our spirit... Can be summed up beautifully by a simple word - UNRIVALLED.

The trophies, title, no longer became our focus of attention. We've become one.

At present, school's ok. I'm glad to have all of my friends back. There have been some changes though. Some have found partners, whom I pray treat my friends decently, else I may be forced to twist their necks until they hit that point just before snapping, forcing me to repeat the feat over and over again. I prefer pure torture for bastards. Death should not come too cheaply for the likes of them.

On the other hand, lecturers are extreme cases. I have a lecturer who's even drier then the bone dry subject she's in charge of. I'm trying to be nice this last and final semester, so I'm strapping my tongue down.

Thou shalt not maketh bitchy remarks at that pregnant woman.

Another lecturer imparted the art of feigning innocence in the face of tribulation during a tutorial. Apparently, she only closed her eyes because she had a headache. An event totally unrelated to the fact that she almost appeared to have dozed off in the middle of class.

I wonder if she'll accept my reason of 'prayer' the next tutorial?

And we have Andy SJ Ong again. Moonie's eye candy with the indian tongue. This time round, probably by the grace of a 2 and 1/2 month bonus from the government for all civil servants, Mr Ong's back with a revamped wardrobe which accentuates his tight bum. Woohoo..!!

Moonie's lips are shining due to all the salivation. I'm not complaining either.

The gang (or half) insists i NOW have a brother in school. They say some guy and i resemble each other. Last year, they said it was some other girl. These people don't learn. I have told them countless times that i possess this crime watch face.

Blame the freaking genes!! Or the eyebrow raising possibility of my parents, you know ..

Food in school remains the same old cookie cutter mould. Same mixed vegetable rice. Same funny eyed woman manning the ever popular malay mixed rice stall - i believe her eyeballs are magnetic, its a superpower she secretely harbours. You don't verbalize your order fast enough and you die! Same disgusting food at the air-conditioned food court. Same artery clogging morsels at the fast food areas.

Same familiarity all round.

Apart from some isolated cases of pure bitchiness, things are where I like them to be.

In a few months, this routine will give way to a new, and hopefully, intrinsically satisfying one. One that will empower me to shoulder responsibility, command (shreds) of respect and export me back into the working world.

It's a moment I anticipate with both dread and such excitement.

Reader Discretion is Advised Again...

The same warning pertaining to that from the pervious post applies.

Read at your own risk.

You have been warned.

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I went for the debate prelims again today. Moonie came to offer support, so did Charles. But Charles came primarily for Jose (whom by the way, wore a shirt that looked suspiciously like pyjamas, though he blatantly refutes the claim).

Asyik wants to drop by on saturday =)

Thanks people.

We even had Jannette with us today, which translates to the authorization of using funds!!

Spend spend spend lah!! Hahaha..

She bought us drinks, and treated us to a meal at swenson's!! Even our cab fare to and fro for this round and the previous were fully sponsored. I don't know if the other teams as a fortunate. But i now know where my school fees are being pumped into.. and it's good to be able to squeeze some back out =)

The few days have left quite a memory for me. I have learnt 2 things thus far :
1. The BASTRAD AND MORON TEAM will always be bastards and morons.
2. I am a pseudo celebrity =)
People actually take note of me and blog about me. Haha. Even though its basically to bitch about me, as the saying goes, no publicity is bad. Heehee.

And besides, i do the same to others so it's karma. I can take it =) Cause there's always the possiblity of me shooting to stardom as this escalates into a virtual drama! woohoo...!!

Well, today, we met another team for debates. They put up a valiant show. Alex's tight set-up and our smoking skills helped us win the debate. They're obviously new (like me!) so it was a good effort.

In fact, i felt sad for them for the loss. We're rooting for you! So work hard ya =)

The bastard and moron team (together with their lackeys) were there too. Fortunately, God was kind enough to keep the 'Lettuce' away from the scene. There must be a lack of cloth to cover those pig trotters from bouncing her way to the venue. Even the elephant man looks gorgeous besides her.

That freak, lame excuse for a woman can't even pass off as a transvestite. Hai.

Hey stoopid, if you want to bitch about me, i suggest you train. And train hard.

On the flip side, the other teams are starting to look like real people. Complete with real feelings. Jose states that debates unravel the uglier side of human nature, which roughly translates into a clash of egos. But bear in mind, we all do what we need to do on the debate floor. However, having said that, it should remain within the perimeters of a certain code of decorum, which that vegetable, alongside the team of bastards and morons ultimately fail to adhere to.

Words spread fast : And it was said that those bastards and morons wanted to liase with some of the teams to form some sort of allegiance. Freak. They think that winning is everything. Lame fuckers.

I applaud the host team for their efforts and hard work.
Applaud the other teams (except for team B&M) for sportsmanship.
Applaud the parties involved in making this competition a reality.
Applaud the supporters in thanks for their cheers.
Applaud the cleaning aunties for their patience.
All exhibited real sportmanship.

There was nothing more i could ask for.

Maybe except a change in the rules and regulations of entry to include ONLY the human species and not animals? Hohoho.

Joey's not able to book a flight back. He'll be missing saturday. But he broke into semis, being the ONLY asian team to enter World's. That boy ah, wah lao. WAY TO GO!!