Thursday, April 28, 2005

::I don't usually give up, but...

So in the end, it was my bike that did me in.

I dunno, I can't blame him, cause he just isn't that way. Like asking two guys to have a baby, or something.

Well, so I got my answer.


::He's not heavy, he's my baby

Weighed my bike using the 'dog weighing' method (weigh yourself on the bathroom scales, then carry the object/animal and weigh both of you. Then deduct your weight from combined weights).

Woah. I've been carrying 17kg of big fat heavy bike up and down flights of stairs (and sometimes using one hand only). Fucking incredible.

No wonder I find it near impossible to unbalance him. I'm not that heavy myself, you know.


::Truly, madly, deeply

So what am I, really?

I stubbornly rely on myself even when I have difficulties. I'm actually not much good at anything. I don't hang out with my friends much but I still keep them in my heart. I read all my friend's blogs everytime I update but never seem to have anything to comment or anything to say that doesn't seem out of place. My pride is always getting in the way. I'm just a beginner on a cheap bike but I ride > 20km daily cause, hell, cause I'm nuts, I like it and I have nothing better to do. I pull stunts, and usually fail. I talk to strangers, but have difficulty forming close relationships. I look nerdy but I'm actually stupid and fail all my tests. I don't like crowded places. I write stupid bike posts cause my life is so boring that I have nothing else to write about. I'm too happy for my own good. Yeah.

One thing I'm proud to say: I accept myself for what I really am. And I'm loving it!

Newbies and weirdos rock, yeah!!


Tuesday, April 26, 2005

::Life update

Feels kinda weird to be in Singapore Poly, like you're still half in and half out, you've got your card and stuff but you still haven't gone for any actual stuff there yet. And you dunno anything about the whole thing and you're so confused you want to be a slacker like in Sec school again.
Less things happening, less things to go wrong. That's what I lived by in Sec school but in poly, the things going on seem more interesting but you wonder... ...

Anyway, I finally got it (even thought it resulted in me coming down badly and nearly falling off the bike, but never mind). Congratulations to me!!! I got out of my rut (even though I didn't get that much out anyway).

Anyway I wonder whether me and my bike will be seeing much of each other once poly actually starts. People say I'll be busy. Bike probably be sitting there near the door watching me go to school (What? You're not going to take me too? But you haven't brought me out since last week, etc.)

Poor guy!! Actually I'll miss you too, but...

So sad right? Sigh.


::10 ways to know that you're asleep on your bike

1) You unintentionally wobble or shift from side to side considerably more than you usually do (provided you can actually ride in a straight line normally).

2) The bike in front of you has somehow been replaced by a small moving light (at night only).

3) Your spatial ability takes a plunge and you suddenly have difficulty navigating spaces and judging distances between obstacles.

4) Everything is two dimensional. Cars, people, trees, lamposts, they're all part of the backdrop. Or are they?!!! Help!!!

5) Simple instructions mean nothing to you. "Tiger on your right!" Oh I see. (calmly) Tiger on my right. (actually doesn't understand the meaning of the words at all).

6) When faced with an object in front of you, you are momentarily stumped by what you should do with it. (eg. That's a tree. What do you do when you meet a tree? Hmmm...I knew how to handle this before but now I don't, wonder why. Better stop by the side until I can figure out what.)

7) You can't even identify the object. (It's tall and brown at the bottom with green leaves on top. It looks hard. It doesn't move. There are little moving monkeys in it. Just what could it be? I don't know up, but better don't hit it anyway.)

8) Your mind starts to wander and you start thinking of strange unrelated thoughts. (Cheese fries or normal fries? Cheese fries better. No, normal fries. But cheese fries have cheese. So which is better? But cheese fries are soggier....BIKE!!!! WAAAAUGGGHHHH!!!!)

9) You become hypnotised by the tail light of the bike in front. Flash flash flash. Flash flash flash. Flash flash flash, etc.

10) The scenery starts to look dreamlike and surreal, with lovely moving lights and colours. Even worse, it changes to what you're actually dreaming about. Dangerous.

Being half asleep on your bike is pretty dangerous. Just today, I barelled headlong into the bike in front of me when it decided to stop (sorry vic), with signals and everything. The worst thing was that I didn't realise what was happening and only woke up when my front wheel made contact and the shock threw me awake. I should have guessed that I was too tired but I failed to recognise the warning signs earlier on (yes, they all happened) and well, it happened. Accidents (like factory workers accidently geting their fingers chopped off by machines, etc.) can happen when people are tired, whether you're on bike or on foot or in car or what. So please get enough rest, people.

(suddenly realised I'm supposed to be sleeping and I'm not getting enough rest either. So good nite. Gotta go for some briefing tomorrow)


Saturday, April 23, 2005

::don't take people's crap lightly

The Squatter
You Are The Squatter - You are not close to many
people, you prefer to keep yourself at a
distance. You like things simple and
straightforward and easy to understand, and you
dont suffer peoples crap lightly. Your
distance allows you to see others more clearly,
though; letting you choose your personal
relationships based on informed opinions.


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::stuck in a rut you can't get out off

Today was pretty rushed, gotta go market get vegetables and stuff so I took my bike and my sis down to the void deck and just managed a little ride this long _ ok longer perhaps. Passers-bys were entertained by the sight of two fat old women trying to fit on one poor skinny little bike. Okay, obviously it didn't work. but hey, it's just for fun!

Anyway, I seem to be stuck in a rut, no improvement, no deprovement/unprovement/whatever, quite depressing. Sis said something like 'If it was so easy to achieve it wouldn't be such a big deal when someone can do it.' Very encouraging. Thanks, sis (and yes, I really mean it).

Just keep trying and don't give up!

Anyway,




You Should Try Roller Skiing





A little more dangerous than snow skiing
But who cares when you can ski to the grocery store?




Come to think of it, some roller skiier nearly crashed into my behind some time ago when I had to stop for a pair of nosey unleashed dogs.


Friday, April 22, 2005

::I want to...

I want to jump higher, go faster, I want to do things I never thought I could do before. I want to fly.

I want to go anywhere.

But I'm kinda old. And kinda cowardly. And kinda busy.

But anyway,
No guts, no glory.

;)


Thursday, April 21, 2005

::Let there be light... or lights, whatever.

Got the 2 bikes (me and sis) equipped with lights (both head and tail) and waterbottle holders (don't ask me why we ended up buying them), came up to $52 (that's Singapore dollars, btw). Very happy with mine (red and purplish-white), but my sis ended up with the same colour light (blue) on both ends cause they ran out of white ones, somehow she doesn't like it or what, so we're going to get another and give her tail light to my ma. Now I can finally achieve my dream of being a christmas tree. All I need are some twigs and leaves to stick in my spokes (unfortunately I have no trouble with that one).

Took him down to the park to check out the lights, wah not bad, very bright. Lit up the path like a fucking disco for all the joggers to dance up and down to, ok lah, perhaps not. Joggers seem to be more frightened of bikes with lights than bikes without lights, don't argue with me, I've tried both. Maybe it's cause the light is sending them into convulsions or perhaps they have more time to panic or whatever. Made the mistake of making my front light all twinkly, damn thing sent me into convulsions. Ok, I'm stupid. I know.

Yeah, so why did I blow my money on lots of twinkly things? (let's not talk about the waterbottle holders, I can only find one waterbottle that can fit both waterbottle holders, but that's another story) Well,

Not so important reason: They look funky. Like a christmas tree. Told ya.
Important reason: Safety reasons. So people can see me at night.

Joggers can see me coming. Cars can see me coming when I go on the road/through the carpark/whatever. Whether they want to be nice to me or not is a different matter, but at least those that intended to be nice can see me, and those that intended to frighten me have a better idea of where I am.

And yes, I do go on the road but only when I have to. Personally, I don't like roads, but that's just me. I'd rather crawl on the pavement.


Tuesday, April 19, 2005

::Why my bag so crumpled and hers so nice huh?

Spent the whole freaking day at Singapore Poly showing people papers and signing on forms. It's called enrolment.

Came early, about 10.30 or something, with busybody ma and bored sis in tow and desperately needing a toilet thanks to the Gan Cheong King animated short film they were showing on t.v. mobile about some freaky looking guy called Gan Cheong King who was on a bus and trying not to piss his pants. Unfortunately, I was in exactly the same situation (right down to the MRT toilet being unusable) and it only served to speed the flow of liquids to my bladder. So nearly spent the first day at my new poly pissing my pants.

So ran desperately into the poly (luckily it's attached to the mrt station) and started bombarding the security guard with stupid questions ('Scuse me, do u know where the toilet/enrolment center is?) and finally got to a toilet. I never loved a toilet more in my life.

Now for enrolment centre. So I followed the signboard and got to... a construction site? Huh? So I went to ask the security guard more stupid questions. Turns out you have to go past the construction site. Oh well.

A lot of people at the enrolment centre. Take queue numbers and go check your pay-in slip, check and submit your documents, go make and collect your card and lanyard, then follow the yellow arrow. Ma keeps nagging (Keep your IC properly, put your stuff into your file, go here, go there, etc). Photo on card doesn't turn out too bad, looks terrible but still looks like me (do I see a connection here?). My big but not so happy family follows the yellow arrow which leads us upstairs where people are giving out forms to fill. Oh, busybody people not allowed upstairs. So I'm left on my own. At least no more nagging. But don't exactly want to be checking out the FO (freshman orientation) activities so better go make some connections.

So I complete my form and start checking out the company, mostly PLM (people like me), ie. 17 year old people. Tries unsuccessfully to chat up the person beside me (some girl from multimedia computing). Doesn't seem friendly so I shut up. Anyway, finds a girl from guess what, IT! Yay! So I start to 'kachiau' (disturb) her with stuff like "Eh, you're in IT also! So cool! What school you from? She responds and doesn't give me 'what's wrong with this crazy woman' looks so I continue, encouraged. Turns out her name is Angeline and she seems nice and friendly.

So we go check out the camps and asking the people stupid questions together and somehow I get hypnotised into signing up for almost everything cause they say that they'll call us to confirm it later. I paid for the one by ICT and then ran out of money for the rest (so at least I can still back out of them hehe) and fends off attemps to ask me to pay ("You want to pay?" "Yah, but I got no money."). Strange fact: most of the dates of the camps are joined together. Means that you probably have to come home from one camp, sleep, then go for another camp, stress, man.
Anyway, I also get a goodie bag and a shirt. Being unlucky, I get the crumpliest bag in the place. :(

Well, it goes on for ever (hah? still got arh?) and Angeline is kinda tired and I slept at 3 last night doing I dunno what and want to find out whether what some biker (cyclist, whatever) said about flicking your nose when you're sleepy to wake yourself up is true, but don't want the poly people to think I'm a loony and withdraw me from my course and besides, its not very polite. So we hang on until last station where they want us to sign up for SOME FREAKING YAHOO EMAIL ACCOUNT?! Does it anyway to make them happy and ends up with some damn stupid username.

Then Angeline wants to go look for her wallet which she lost around the enrolment centre. So I go with her. (Personally though, if I found out I lost my wallet the first thing I'd do is fly down and go look for it, dunno how she can wait till the whole thing is over before going to look.) And we pass through one of the 6 (i think) canteens and wow wonderful. My ma is there. And she sees me and comes over to follow us around. I tell her I'm going with Angeline to look for her wallet and so we go to the enrolment centre and ask the security guard there. Angeline finds her wallet. Yay. So we go home, ok she goes home and I go with ma and sis for lunch.

Lunch at Clementi. Yum yum. Then some guy thinks my back view is a guy and then finds out that I'm just a very unsexy girl with hair in a low ponytail. Ha ha.

One bus ride home and a nap later, I start to regret i) signing up for all the camps ii) not taking the brochure of the camp I'm interested in so I dunno what date it's on iii) confirming a camp that starts on my birthday :(
Pa disapproves of one of the three camps I finally chose to go to so that makes two camps. Then I get a phone call. Got people want to go biking with me!!! Unfortunately it means that go about the whole day, get home all tired and whatever and then have to immediately pack bags, sleep, then go ICT camp. So what? I don't care. As for the other camp, see lor. If it clash with my biking then I choose biking. Why? Because i siao (crazy). Haha.


Monday, April 18, 2005

::Bad bad day


just to let you know that your bicycle posts bring out the very essence of your blogging style. i personally enjoy reading your blog because it's interesting :) keep it up!
-comment from mut.

Looks like someone enjoys my bicycle posts huh? :) Pretty encouraging to a bike newbie hehe. Well that's one piece of good news.

Now the bad:
Had big fight with parents. Ended up with me becoming the bad guy again. Everyone subscribes to the belief that when in doubt, SATan is anal. Even when they don't know what the fight is about. Nuff said.

And then, I went down to the park to let off steam. And guess what?

Everyone and his grandmother were at the park today. The whole place was so thick with people that I leaned over and asked my ma, "Is there a holiday tomorrow?" But no, there wasn't.

Anyway, it was horrendous. I started off giving way to people and ringing bell as usual, but soon realised that the whole path was jammed up with entire families, complete with uncle, auntie, grandpa and grandma lined up from end to end of the path following one little kid on a bicycle with trainer wheels. Anyway, I was nice so I rang the bell. "Ring ring." Then in one collective motion, they all ignored me.

So I rang again. Average of five rings before they notice there's a bike in front of their faces. So they all stepped aside, leaving one space big enough for one bicycles. And abovementioned kid decides to fill up that space with his own bicycle.

*@!$@^&@!!!!!

Or else, someone else also rings and they clear a space big enough for two bicycles and then some stupid kid appears from behind them and sticks his bicycle smack in the middle of the space, forcing me to brake cause as you have probably noticed, I don't have much space to move cause I'm now right in front of everybody so I can't swerve and I can't split my bike in half or something.

!!##%&moveyourfuckingbiketothesidedamnit@!$^&*^#!!!!!

Ok. Many such incidents later, I decided to stop being nice and do the tank thing. That consisted of going really slowly and charging straight forwards, forcing everyone who doesn't want to be run over to jump out of the way, only swerving during emergencies, and stopping and waiting in front of family excursions until they can all figure out which way they want to move, all the time wearing a pissed and bored expression on my face. And hey, it worked.

Despite my strategy, I still had a lot of unpleasant encounters. Most of the regulars were nowhere to be seen, probably escaped to less human-infested places. I however, was still stupidly going round and round the park, getting myself more and more pissed off.

Anyway, some observations:

1) Little children on bicycles only notice you when you're right in front of them. Then they panic and swerve into the worst possible position about 75% of the time, forcing you to go into a group of beginner rollerbladers or something.

2) Little children love bells. ringringringringringring. Whether there are people in front of them or not.

3) Big groups (around 10) of little children on rented bicycles trying to race each other are bad news. Unless you're in some place like East Coast or Pulau Ubin where it's less convenient to bring your own bike, most people who rent bikes don't have bikes of their own, means they probably can't ride well. Little children generally (but not all!) have poor skills and/or poor judgement. And big groups of little children who can't ride well trying to race... ...very bad.
While cycling slowly (to put as much distance between me and them as possible) behind such a group of little monsters, I saw one of them crash headlong into a cyclist who was trying to get around them at the side of the path.

4) Don't overtake people carrying twigs or sticks. I was trying to overtake an Indian family and was nearly whacked on the head by a twig carried by an Indian lady who suddenly decided to wave it around. Fortunately, I felt it coming, tilted my bike and ducked, and escaped unhurt but slightly pissed. And then, she still LAUGHED!!!! :(

5) Family excursions like to form a family organism which opens up at the sound of a bicycle bell, lets the first person through, and immediately closes up much to the unhappiness of the person cycling behind.

6) Bicycles with trainer wheels travel in a more unpredictable fashion compared to those without. This may be related to the rider rather than the bicycle itself.

7) People like to teach little children how to cycle on the jogging track. If you can't cycle, please move to the cycling track. It's straighter, flatter, wider and we can all avoid your child's wobbly bicycle more easily.

8) Some children and young teenagers don't like giving way to people. You must give way to them, even if your bike is bigger (nah, give way to them lah).

9) Beginner rollerbladers make spooky hand movements. You can't tell if they're falling, trying to grab your bike, or what.

10) Teenage girls like to walk singly or in pairs in the middle of the path. Some even walk so sexily they can't seem to hear your bike bell and only know of your existence when they feel your handlebar in their side.

And so I went home in a suitably bad mood and had another fight with my parents.


Sunday, April 17, 2005

::Thanks

Feel so much better after reading all your blogs esp. Evon's, your swimming posts are really inspiring!

Now I can tell myself keep my spirits up, jiayou! Nothing can get in my way and I can do it!! :D :D :D :D

So what am I waiting for? Just go do it.

:D


::Thou shall not...

Again, it happened. My parents disagreed with another of my hobbies again.

I knew it would happen, but I still told them cause I respect them as my parents and cause I'm stupid. I want to save them rude shocks when they find out when something has happened. I don't want to be doing things and keeping them in the dark. And I respect their opinion. So like an ass, I told them.

My pa said that I always want to make things complicated and I should just be content with what I am currently doing. But I'm not the kind of girl who can just be content with relaxing and lazing around all day and perhaps getting a boyfriend or something. I need something to live for. I need to constantly challenge myself. I need a purpose to live for. Maybe they can just live day by day accomplishing nothing but I can't. It drives me fucking crazy. In fact, I've spent most of my life just lying around and it drove me fucking nuts. Then when I finally find a purpose,

they oppose it again.

It's happened before. And each time, I gave in. I always end up giving in. After all, they are my parents.

However, I don't want to be living a sedentary lifestyle before I'm acually forced to (like get paralysed, grow old or something). I'm still young, damn it. I don't want to be sitting around at home all wrapped up in cotton wool so that nothing will happen to me. I want to do something with my life, damn it!

Just would like to tell them that I'm still young. Please let me take a few risks and try something new. And I promise I'll be responsible, take safety precautions, consult you about important decisions and keep you informed on what I'm doing. And I'll study hard too. Pretty good deal huh?

Guess they don't think so. And I don't want to disobey them. Cause they're still my parents. But I just wish they'd understand.

Supposed to blog about my medical checkup but I'm in no mood to now. Maybe later. Anyway, it's damn weird. Really weird.


Friday, April 15, 2005

::Passion, Purpose, Drive


passion, purpose, drive.
these are the 3 things one needs to succeed.

-from Gwen's blog

Passion, purpose, drive.
I have all three. (at least I think so)
Why can't I succeed?

Because I don't have connections. Blame it on my bad luck and my poor inter-person skills.
If you don't have connections, you'll always be outside the circle.

Why do I always choose the strangest paths?


::Now now, I'm not going to hurt you.

My medical exam is tomorrow. Supposed to go to some clinic place for x-ray and medical checkup. I hate medical checkups. I've been avoiding going to the doctor for most of my life and now I've got to go and I'm not even ill. And anyway, most probably they're going to poke around at me and tell me that I've got some funny disease that I haven't even heard of, then they'll poke at me with needles and draw my blood for tests, which sucks because the last time people took my blood for testing, my blood all froze up and they had to poke holes in both my arms before they could get any blood.

Nurse: Your blood doesn't seem to be flowing. Are you cold?
Me: I'm positively freezing. (what do you think? I think my skin has turned blue already)
Nurse: Okay. Stick out your other arm.

Argh. Weird doctor nurse things.


::*ding ding*

When I ring my bicycle bell, I'm trying to tell you that I'm coming towards you and would you please be kind enough to clear a path for me? You may not be able to tell when I pass you, but I'm really thankful to you when you heed my bell and clear a path for me, thanks a lot.

However, there are things that some do when they hear a bicycle bell that I wish they would not do, I mean look at it this way, it's better for both of us isn't it? I won't have to slow down that much, and you won't have to risk being banged into by some crazy out-of-control cyclist. Please don't

1) Run faster. Yeah, even if you can outrun my bike for now, you can't outrun it for long, and I'll have to ring at you again. Then you start to run faster...etc.

2) Run up to me with your tongue hanging out and start sniffing my bike. Yes, we may look very interesting but we all need to go about our own business and I don't want to run you over by accident. Why don't you just go up next to your owner and be content just observing me from a distance? And anyway, why aren't you on a leash?

3) Start wobbling crazily and trying to grab on to me as I go past. Yes dear, I know your feet are mounted on wheels, but look at it this way, I'm also mounted on wheels (and less wheels than you in fact) so as tempting as I may seem, I may not be a suitable (or even stable) support.

4) Start moving from side to side crazily trying to avoid unseen bicycle. Yes, I appreciate your efforts and I will try my best to avoid you, but surely you didn't need to make my life harder did you? Just clear a space big enough for my bike and don't keep making strange movements from side to side, that's enough. Or if you can't control yourself properly yet, you don't need to move for me. I'll swerve for you. Thanks.

5) Try to protest against my bicycle being on the footpath by taking up the whole path and refusing to move. Okay, sorry, I'm in the wrong. But if you'd be kind enough to forgive me, I'll try to sneak past you at the furthest side of the footpath from you and slow down so I won't hit you by accident. Anyway, take pity on me. The cycle track is full of joggers.

6) Shake your butt in front of my bicycle. Okay, I don't care what handsome guy you saw on a bike just now, but please check who is on the bike behind you before you decide to flirt with the rider. For all you know, it may be a very pissed girl trying to overtake you and failing because your butt just seems to keep appearing in her path.

Neh. Good night.


Thursday, April 14, 2005

::Uh.

Saw some 3 legged cat in the chinese newspaper. Looked somewhat like a reversed tricycle or wheelbarrow.

Then that lor. Nothing else. Unless you want me to tell u abt how i burned the sago. No you don't.

Okay, anyway I was trying to cook those round sago things and somehow i burned them. Then nobody would eat them except me cuz they looked and tasted burnt and my ma threw them away. Which was pretty sad. Then I pissed my ma off cuz she found out i dripped the stuff all over the kitchen by accident.

But the sago things didn't taste half bad though. They tasted just like round sago things, with a burn-ish aftertaste. Not too bad, really.


Sunday, April 10, 2005

::Update

Updated evon's blog link.


Friday, April 08, 2005

::You think monkeys are bad...

... children are even worse.

Aiyah, all these young people now....*sighs*

Okay, the other day, me, ma and sis were in the lift with our bikes, then the door opened on the ground floor and this stupid kid outside looked in and saw us and our bikes and started yelling "Out! Out!" And so we got out cause we were going to get out anyway, it's the ground floor anyways, and I was the last one to get my bike out. And that damn kid was like "Why is one bicycle still inside?" And I was kinda pissed by then so I told him "Because he's slow."

If I was meaner I'd probably have said something like "Cause he doesn't listen to YOU." but I don't want to fight with little children.

Then there was this guy who tried to cut between my bike and my sister's bike from behind me when we were cycling one behind the other, me behind, and we were quite close together anyways. Damn guy trying to show off or something. Luckily his bike was making so much noise that I could hear him from behind me so he didn't just appear from nowhere and I could swerve to avoid him. Later, we saw him tearing round the park like he can't wait to knock over somebody. Just damn pissed cuz it had been me when I was a beginner, I'd probably have panicked and had an accident or something. These kids are a hazard.

Anyway today, there was this little girl trying to race with me and my sis and she was damn happy when she overtook us, "Look, I overtook those big bikes!" kinda thing. Problem is, we weren't trying to race with her. We were cycling slowly around the park cause we had cycled like hell in the morning and our legs had turned to lead. Just thinking, it's pretty funny cause if we wanted to race her, we'd have changed gear or something but that's irresponsible, this is a park for God's sake, not some racetrack. Gah.


Thursday, April 07, 2005

::Parh-pooh

anyway, my sister got her bike on tuesday. it's a blue and silver mountain bike thingy. and i got a bell for my bike. u know those bells that go "ring ring"? well, it's not one of them. it goes "ding". or "ding ding" if you like. they were selling some jap ones that sounded nicer but my ma wouldn't buy them cuz she thought they were ugly. looks don't matter to me though when i'm buying bicycle bells. i want one that is damn loud and jarring so that everyone will jump out of the way when i ring it, so of course i didn't get the jap one. after all, if it sounds too nice, everyone will just stand there going "wah! what lovely music!"

i wanted to buy one of those "parh-pooh" horns instead but my sis said everyone will think i'm an ice cream seller. anyway it looks very uncle-like.

~*~ Rant here ~*~

watched "zi you feng" on channel u today and IT IS SO DAMN HORRIBLE. The hosts are so damn rude and irritating, they keep going like "eeek!! eeeewww!!! that's disgusting!!" at everything. ok, first a street hawker offered them some snacks and they didn't dare to eat it and kept pushing it to each other, then they were acting all grossed out at the toilets, i mean, how rude is that? imagine if some tourist came to Singapore and started saying things like "yucks, u have squatting toilets?" and "eeewwww....i can't eat this hawker centre food, it's so unhygienic and disgusting! ! hey, who dares to eat it?" That would be so damn insulting, i think i'd probably just bash him in the eye or something. If you're so frightened then GO HOME AND STOP BOTHERING US. And what's worse is that its a travel programme. Doing things like that while on holiday is bad, doing them while accompanied by a tv crew is worse. I feel so damn embarassed as a Singaporean.

Anyway, looks like the entertainment value of the thing lies in the hosts acting all grossed out and stuff, so if i'm going to have to watch episode after episode of people screaming away in disgust, i'd rather not watch.

~*~ Rant ends ~*~

Shuld sleep early. Gotta go cycling tomorrow. (I go cycling almost everyday. How --- is that?)


::Write what you think your ideal school would be like.

On to some happier stuff (hopefully). Remember those things that they always ask you to write about your ideal school? Here's mine, written long after I became school-less. I'm trying to make up for lost time.

My school is better than everyone else's.

1) Other schools are on their own plots of land, my school is on an island.
2) Other schools have a rock wall, my school has a mountain range, complete with live volcano.
3) Other schools have swimming pools, we have our swimming lessons in the sea.
4) Other schools have a school pond, our school has a river. With a waterfall!!!
5) Other schools have a few fish in their school pond, we have no shortage of sharks in our sea.
6) Other schools have a school field, my school has a savannah.
7) Other schools have a school cat, we have a school lion.
8) Other schools have 100m race, we have F1 and motorcycle races.
9) Other schools have ecogarden, my school has a rainforest.
10) Other schools have ccas like basketball and hockey, we have ccas like mountain climbing and white-water rafting.
11) Other schools have inter-house competitions, my school has inter-house warfare.
12) Paikias in other schools hit each other with chairs, we shoot each other with rocket launchers.
13) Other schools have netball competitions, we have extreme sports and wild animal wrestling competitions.
14) Other schools can win in micromouse competitions, our huge mecha robots (which unfortunately sometimes go berserk) can smash their school buildings.
15) Other schools have fire drills, we have stampede, flood, landslide, volcano eruption, terrorist, trenchcoat mafia, etc. drills.
16) Other schools occasionally send a group of people to climb mount faber, here everyone has a chance to troop up our tallest snow capped mountain!!
17) Other school's death toll is like maybe 1 or 2 people a year, my school has more people dying each year than people graduating.
18) Other schools have haunted toilets, we have entire haunted graveyards full of abovementioned people in death tolls.
19)Other schools have rumours of the ghost of some dead student, we have rumours of abominable snowmen come down from the mountains and loch ness monsters in the river.
20) Other schools have classes from Primary 1 to Secondary 4, we have everyone from day-old babies to 90 year old grandmamas.
21) Other schools have first-aiders and a sick bay, my school has rescue helicopters and an operation theatre.
22) Other students have school buses picking them up from their home, our heavily armoured tanks can pick you up from almost anywhere (yes, even from the middle of your living room).
23) Students in other schools walk from their classrooms to the canteen, we zip there in less than half the time in our sports cars (unless you prefer the tanks).
24) Other schools have bullies. We have crime bosses.
25) Other schools have gangs. We have organised crime.
26) Other schools have elections for head prefect, we can choose our own principal and support our own political parties.
27) Other schools have Student Council. We have our own student union.
28) Other schools breed orchids. We clone dinosaurs.
29) Other schools win young inventors awards for durian-openers. Our school is being investigated for supposedly creating new weapons of mass destruction.
30) Other schools simply have ugly school uniforms. People with weak hearts can't stand looking at ours.
31) School events in other schools ocasionally appear on the news, we have our own reality show (strangely, it's called 'Survivor').

Any other suggestions? If you want to post them here, post them in the comments link please.


Monday, April 04, 2005

::the rain it raineth

the rain it raineth on the grass
and on the pavement and on the park
and now i can't go and cycle

- sad wet poetry from the accidental antichrist


Sunday, April 03, 2005

::ow.

My tailbone hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

Supposed to get my sis's bike today but many things happened so she's only getting it on tues. She wants a mountain bike. Of course, I have no say in the matter.


Saturday, April 02, 2005

::Beware of monkeys.

(this happened yesterday i think but can't be sure)

Yeah, I was cycling (again!) in the park and I came across some monkeys. Real monkeys, not irritating little children. I was like huh? there are monkeys here too? Well, I didn't really care cause I wasn't scared of monkeys. Well, at least I thought so.

Well I went cycling back into monkey territory again, and the monkeys were all over the path, so I stopped and said, "Eh."

Then suddenly they all started getting up, and I was like huh? Then they started walking puropsefully towards me, like gangsters who had just seen a rival gang member in their territory.

Well I don't mind monkeys, but I don't like it when they all start coming towards me like they want to scratch my face, snatch my handphone and hitch a ride on my bicycle. So I gingerly turned around and cycled away as fast as i could, yelling "hou zi! hou zi! (monkey! monkey!)" like a ninny.

Then I came upon my sister. She was waving to me and pointing. And I was like "are they still following me?" And she said, "YES! They're following you in a straight line!" Single file, if you get what I mean.

So we both ran (or cycled) away, me on my bike and my sister on foot. And fortunately we left them behind. Strangely I was the only one who was really scared. My sister just started running to keep up with me.

But after all, the monkeys weren't chasing her. Just damn traumatic, if you get what I mean.


Friday, April 01, 2005

::Action.

Okay. Finally I hear from my new poly.

It sent me a brown envelope filled with forms, school rules and other assorted things.

Some interesting stuff:

1) Must come with hair in its original colour. I wonder what those people who dyed their hair red after graduation are going to say.

2) No sleeveless shirts, singlets and shorts. Okay, I get the singlet and shorts part, but no sleeveless shirts? That is just insane. Luckily I'm a t-shirt person.

3) Fine $50 for handphones ringing during lectures and wearing slippers. Makes me think of the good old days when they just took away your handphones/slippers/whatever for some time and scolded you.

4) Strangely they didn't say anything about being late. Maybe I can get lucky on that one...no lah, just kidding.