Hey I noticed something...

I have lost all my factual memory I learnt in secondary school oh no....Counting down, it's 10months after graduation (which wasn't really a memorable day) I had lost everything that includes my elementary and additional mathematics skills, my chemistry and physics. These were the subjects that I taken so much time in studying and nothing had retained in my memory.

It's always a pain to remember all the facts that i should have known!
this is how I really looked like

with that jia lat look, "what is it? What?"

So what I am making a point here is that, what I learnt in secondary school usually goes to waste if I dun use it. I bet my teachers are having a poor appetite now. I kept returning my knowledge back to them. I feel such a shame. Especially my Chinese and English languages.

The only subject that survives in my brain is my Biology.

Ahh...chewww....snif snif

* this may be a flu like symptom but it's not.

Call me superstitious. Call me weird and rediculous. The recent sneezes i had isn't as simple as what you think. It is the people talking behind my back. They are only talking but they are talking something bad, something embarrassing about me.
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I hate my secondary school. It's a damn and cursed place i tell ya. i would rather die than go back to this darned place. It is not only the building, it is the people that made a bad remark out of it. 70% of the hatred go to my lower secondary life.

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you wanna know why? It is the prejudiced discriminatory behaviour students put on to me. They have this self-fulfilling stereotype mindset in their bloody heads. Would you ever want people to have such behaviour against you? No? Think again, i was suffering in silence for 2 long years. When people see embarrassment as a joke. When people see you they think of been unclensed and dirty. What is worse, the principal only wants success and she doesn't understand any student's feelings. Doesn't this sounded crazy? A principal that is so robotic. They say school is fun, i say school is horror.

you know what? that day after the results, i not only threw the uniform out of the window but step it, no i did a stanpede and made it like a piece of rotten rag. I shouted out loud, " Good bye lousy school!!!"

I never went back to that swamp ever since.

So.. you are still here to read my fury.

This is to those who have been talking behind my back:
I know you've got this mindset stuck on your episodic memory, however please accept my token of sacarsm to all of you: Go and kiss your friend's ass

those of you who have felt that what i said had made a mark on your heart, i've already recommended you to stop reading earlier. These three words are for you:

you deserve it!

Ok that felt good. Some of you may doubt whatever I am publishing in my blog is false. here's a disclaimer for all of ya.



Disclaimer: the content above is total based on experience and none of them were from made up stories. In any event, my entry will not be liable to any damage whitch also include spiritual and emotion damage.

Arghh.. That darned sociology test

Just had my sociology semestral exam this afternoon and i can't stop feeling angry. That question,

"how does howard define divance?"

This is crazy, who say this or that type of question is so purely on history and not sociology. I must curse the setter of that paper and my friend who did pure memorising could just say it out like a computer. grr... I can't stand it...Nothing in this world is got to do with thinking. For example, Is wearing pyjamas to school a deviance? explain your reason or What makes a person deviant?. A question like these are so simple for a person who thinks and analyses.

The other question was like another lifted from text question. I always hated those questions. They are meant for idiots who can't think. I think this setter is equally idiotic,

"da da somebody stated that good things come out from bad behaviour. discuss."

Oh great! one of those mindless question. I bet this person is from a person that just passed his phD and came here as a darn stepping stone.

Here i am venting my anger but isn't blogging a way of stress relief? You would be saying that i am so stupid not to memorise all these text. I have one good character that no body has, a person that don't plagiarize. I hate to copy from people although sometimes i think i have to. but literally wise, i have a personality. I find that I am a really lazy person when it comes to exam because i dun do pure memorised work. I rewrite, find examples to understand or look through the textbook for more info.

I dun care who say this or that because that darn person only holds 2-3 sentences and a slide in my lecture notes. If i see that the person is highlighted in the textbook like nobody's business, then might as well do some minor memory encoding. Yesterday's exam was the nursing process, and i was so glad that all it's question was thinking type none were solely like today's.

Enough of regrets, nothing can be done to this mysterious mindless setter. Next is biological science and its another memory work again but this time i shall prepare my answers. Although i've learnt 'O' level biology before, the focus is totally different. The anatomy is so complex and difficult to spell the darned words. Such as this word:

Rhomboideus

a darn muscle that protract the scapula/shoulder bone. I can't even pronounce it properly, how am i suppose to spell it? Damn those latins/greeks . Can't they invent an easier name? Like Romboidus, much easier right?

This is what makes my life very difficult. Another one muscle that flexes and adducts the shoulder:

Cocracobrachialis.

Why dun you try pronouncing that. An easier word would be cocoabranch. haha :D oh even better cocoakrunch a breakfast cereal. I shall stop making fun of these names.

I can't concentrate blogging in an evironment full of noise. Noise you that can't imagine, guess:

drilling?
techno?
metal music?
chicken cries?
killing a chicken noise?
void deck karaoke?
neighbour fighting?
the desperate calls of your baby brother?
the clashed computer?
lousy singing? you're near.....



Still haven thought of it yet? well, all the answers above are wrong. It's intrumental noise, noise by a lousy player. A player that has bad listening and has no professional training. a player that wrack the instrument like his naughty boy. I feel sorry for that instument. to the poor instrument: please accept my sympathy.

Security guards, the call of slackers

I have a very strong hatred towards security guards. Those people that wear a sky blue coloured shirt and simply, zhuo bo (do nothing). Usual list of things they do:

1. walk around
2. stand around
3. sit at the door like a men shen (door god)
4. find fault to catch any folkways that you did
5. stop people unnecessary for no particular reason
6. persistent behaviour

I just can't stand their discrimatory behaviour. Letting the Caucasian do what ever they want and not us, locals. Are you trying to promote hospitality? Well, you are far from it. Here's an incident I want to emphasize on security guard stupidity.

This happened a few months back when I was working for this "John Little Warehouse Sale" at the expo. It was the last sales day, my friend and I were almost late. I suggested going through the front entrance to the staff area. We were running in the mist of the crowd and a chief security guard stopped us. With that unshaved beard and niao ka peng character, i knew the this guy isn't worth arguing. His face was flooded with white brown hair, eyes gluing straight at you. This ass tugged my friend's bag.

"Are you working here?" His voice was firm and angered. It seem that he needed something to find fault with or he would feel really bored standing at the gate like a statue.

"Ah-huh.." My friend replied. Eveready to run to the staff area. I was at the moment starring at the beard creature.

"Please go to the back and use the staff entrance." He pointed his back. The words " go to the back" made us run away from this nothing-better-to-do asshole. We went separate ways to distort this old man. Unfortunately, he tugged my friend's blue bugis-bought bag. It was so precious to her. As a good friend i walked towards that man who was still tugging my friend's precious.

He started, " Why were you running?" This time his voice was fiercer.

At this moment i thought that raising that voice of his doesn't worth to be heard by me. I splat, " we are late, so issit wrong to run?"

This despicable man was so persistent that my friend scolded "Chou chee bye" loudly at his stinking hairy face. So we walked out and came in from the cashier checkout area which was only a few meters away from the entrance.

I better he was only trying to do something fun and scolding us would make him feel like a superior to all of the staff working at the expo.

I shall end here. See me 2 weeks later (exams are here)

So furious today.

He set a small flame. Wanting to find a way out of problems. For he never know this little flame is a root to all problems. He knows that doing such an idiotic thing can spark a fight and abornormal cell growth; the growth of conflict. Even knowing, he moves deeper into the wilderness of an endless fight.



Boom! He stupidly get himself into a trouble that cannot be amended . The raging heat and the everlasting anger isn't gona stop if he doesn't stop been impersonal. Selfishness and self-centered people are hard headed. Nothing ever changes their minds. Simpeltons. Why dun you give in? And save your breath to create a win-win situation.

I was as infuriated as the burning forest. Engulfing everything, not leaving a single trace. Why must i give in to a mindless jerk? Hatred started crowding my senses as he starts adding fuel to fire; repeats like a broken record, a parrot, a mindless freak, a 3 yr old! "You dare say that again? Come on, try!" Id reactions can occur!

I will slap him the number of times he repeated those despicable words

Seeing this picture makes me feel great. ah.. "Wake up! I hate you, go and die. I hope you throw out blood that fills the whole of singapore's reservoir.

A touch of my signature.


"Get real!"


This is so fun... This is actually a make-up story. Conciousness takes over my actions, it controls my temper. I always hate guys. They are all so heartless and simple minded at preoperational stage of life. They are still in dream land never to wake up.