Oh yay? House QnA is coming

So I heard the speeches and noted that we are supposed to prepare dumb (well they didnt say it so bluntly but hey! its the truth innnit) questions for our house noms.

Well the bus ride was boring so i was thinking of questions and how i would answer them.

Whats your deepest darkest desire? (actually this is kupped from the house com girl but nm i'll put it anyway)
As a guy i'd like to be surrounded by scantily clad babes, (well preferably naked, but lets not get our hopes too high here) watching Soccer (or some other stuff that most of us watch) while they feed me grapes (or olives).
Actually thats my deepest desire, if i were to make it the darkest too then it would be kinda similar, except that in place of scantily clad babes there'd be butlers in bowties....ONLY bowties. And i'd be watching brokeback mountain and they'd be feeding me stuff a little larger than grapes that looks somewhat like a walnut.

Whats your Favourite colour and why?
Pink. Cause lotsa babes like pink, it helps me jio them when i need it, and provides me with a cool pick up line. Like you go to the bar and you see a girl clad head to toe in pink:
Me: Hey babe i see you like pink
PinkGirl: You can tell??
Me: Pinks my favourite colour, i can see it in you eyes~
Or something like that, then our conversation will continue with lots of mentions of pink and we'll run of to some hotel somewhere. So if you like pink, vote for me!
riiight...

Tell me one of your bad habits.
Asking people to vote for me.

Everyones a pervert in someway to soem extent, how are you a pervert?
If you've been wondering where your brothers underwears been going, then i'll have to apologise. I'll return them after I'm done with them. Don't worry I'll wash any stains away.

Do you support gay/lesbianity in school?
Thats like asking me if i support myself, which i do, by the way. I think you should too. Not support homosexuality, support me.

What actor do you think represents you the best?
Jack Nicholson, without his sunglasses hes 60 and fat. Without my glasses I'm clumsy, fatter and old. But if you vote me into house homm i'll start wearing retainers, so i'll always be as i am now, hot, clear headed and smexy.

WTF la screwed up interview

WTF LA I SCREWED MY PRESIDENCY INTERVIEW LA.

So i was at the bus stop talking to Darren when suddenly Quek smsed me asking "do you know theres EXCO interview now?" and i was STUNNED LA. Immediately i chionged over to the venue, only to end up waiting over 2 hours for my turn.
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Now i have no clue how many candidates for presidency there were, but from the looks of things i think i might have been the only one. I never prepared for the interview. AT ALL. Yet i guess i got slightly complacent that at the idea that they shouldn't be rejecting the ONLY candidate for president right?
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THAT WAS SUCH STUPID AND WRONG THINKING LA. Like the interview went pretty well (i somehow stumble through leadership questions pretty easily) until they asked me "how do you compare yourself to the current president" Now i have no clue about the current president so i was about to start bullshitting about how i felt that i could at least be as capable as him when some smart alec asked "Wait, do you even know who the president is?"

STUNNED.

totally.

I swear if there was a hole right there i would have jumped right in it and refused to come out.

So i told the truth "Honestly, i don't know"

They were like "thats the guy" and there was awkward silence for a couple of seconds before someone said "okay it seems that thats all the questions we have for you today, would you please call the next interviewee?"

SCREWED.

i am so totally rejected with a capital R-E-J-E-C-T...

WTf Gay Middle Age Gay-man and Black Soccer Players

This time it isn't 36 but 858, so turns out i've got weird men in the yishun-woodlands area too...
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So i was sitting innocently (and drifting asleep as usual) and alas! i heard a mention of drums behind me from some guy with a wierd coarse voice. ( i happen to so-so-so want to learn drums, but HDB not exactly convenient to practise at home) So i started listening in on the man and woman's conversation, which happened to include cash converters, cheap yamaha music stuff and guides (which i must say are pretty smart) to picking a musical instrument for your kid. The man also happened to mention how all kids nowadays were all-so-spoilt and they would only take things with a brand. As i struggled to rebuff this in my head by considering what i was wearing, i realised that i fit right into their description of "the spoilt little brats nowadays". Damn i should have worn my china-brand-imitating-nike-canvas-sneakers...
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So at the seletar stop the lady dropped off, leaving the man standing behind me. He happened to put his hand at the headrest, resulting in me touching it when i nodded off (backwards, since i wanna sleeeeep) So i guess he decided to get real smart and put it below. Now you know these TransIsland buses, if you put it below you are actually putting your fingers on the cushion i will be leaning on. So after realising that i tried my darnest best to keep my body off his poor fingers and what happens? he starts to tickle me. LIKE WTF? I'm still so-totally-stunned la. e kept drumming them, resulting in this eeyer-tingle down my body. Even when i leaned a little more forward he was still taping and tickling me la.
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Goodness me. If i were female i would have screamed molest there and then. But unfortunately i'm not and i certainly didn't feel like getting in trouble considering how i was falling asleep. At my stop i finally got off and i caught a glimpse of Mr. Touchy-Wouchy to realise he was a middle age man with the mega-shy look. That was getting wrong.
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Reaching home i saw some black dudes YET AGAIN. Now this is weird considering how since young, my neighbourhood consisted of mainly chinese, malays and indians. Only recently have i been seeing so many Ang Mohs, including those of Nigerian origins. I'm not being racist by calling them black, trust me i have no malicious intent when i refer to them as blacks, it just comes naturally.
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But then again I'm just a spoilt brat largely influenced by American Pop-Culture and middle-aged Gay man, so that obviously means i tend to take largely popular references to my darker skinned brethen. After much consideration i have finally realised these dudes were soccer players for some S. League team (hey i dont even watch champions league you expect me to KNOW S. League?). Which sparks off some question in my mind. How is it a Singapore League team when half its players are Black dudes who don't speak Singlish?
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By the way i personally think speaking Singlish is a skill and that being bad in english and good at mixin hokkien, tamil and malay into your sentences is the mark of a true blue, born in Singapore, educated in Singapore Singaporean.
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Now going a little off-point, i was reading Bernice's blog and she came up with this dumb quiz. So i shall just forward the thingy for Fun, Laughter, Peace and Joy.
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21 People-
Can you name 21 people you can think of right of the top of your head?
Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people
(in totally random order)
1) Fishballz
2) Xuan Feng
3) Chris
4) Samuel
5) Rong Sheng
6) Mah Kid Brother
7) YeeHsu
8) Mark
9) Mian Jun
10) Giddy-Widdy
11) Bernice
12) Kunji
13) Carene
14) Wenyi
15) Mark Ong
16) Steph
17) Kok Jin
18) YeeHsu
19) Aloy
20) YingChuan
21) Derrick
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The Questions:
How did you meet 10?
VJC Orientation 2006!! Haha i thought he was PRC at first la..
What would you do if you had never met 6?
I'd have lost my cute little playtoy =( But then again its my brother. Obviously i've met him =)
What would you do if 19 and 15 dated?
Aloy is gay. period. Mark uuuh....happens to be very straight (and horny at that) so i guess i'll get stunned?
Have you ever seen 13 cry?
yep. sad story.
Would 4 and 12 make a good couple?
Yes? They like. So uh suit each other. 2 guys again though wtf. Then again my list is saturated with guy's names. What to do. Boys school >.>
Would number 1 and 2 make a good couple?
May i say Yes again? haha I think YY more for the pretty-boy aloy type bah.
What is number 3's best quality?
What the.....Stoning. Like i think he holds the world record for stoning.
Describe 8:
A horny bastard who also happens to be the strongest J1 i know (hes tied with Kok though). He also happens to be totally horny and after the girl with the green shirt (ok so i've only ever seen her when shes got a green shirt =/)
Do you like 12?
What type of like? Haha hes a cute little character so yea~
Do you think 15 is attractive?
If strength made you hawt i'd say yes. But i'm no cave(wo)man so i have to be honest. i dont go for red-faced guys.
Tell me something about 17
a 100-odd Kg guy who does 5 pull-ups no sweat.
What's 7's favorite color?
How the hell would i know lol. His mahjong tiles are blue though so i'll just say blue.
What would you do if 1 just confessed he/she liked you?
I'll look for my hammer?
When was the last time you talked to number 19?
Just a while ago? making him go dancefest =3
what grade is 16 in?
j1.
What is 5's favorite music?
Fort Minor, Green Day, Eminem, to name a few.
Would you ever date 11?
Too bimbotic =3
Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 2?
Is that like asking me if i'm gay? Well if i were then yeh.
Where does 18 live?
ChoaChuKang in a little secluded condo i don't think i'll ever be able to find.
What do you think about 20?
A big and cute guy. Eh Crap i just realised a found another candidate for (strongest J1 i know) Damn.
What is the best thing about 2?
Interesting bugger. Lotsa crap to talk to him haha. I think we share the same hobby too: Suanning MJ.
What would you like to tell 9 right now?
OMG THIS MUST BE FATE. Haha This guys MJ. So what i would like to tell him is something along the lines of "you CMI."
How did you meet 15?
Wah tough question. Through Xuan and Chris bah. Gambatte with you 6-pec quest mark!!! @.@
Are you going to know 1 forever?
Unfortunately, i think so. Haha we'll probably be in contact till he gets hit by a stray bullet in range la.

Yay at new Aircon and PSP

Hahahahha. I feel conned. I shall never ever ever ever again go to an arcade to try more than 10bucks at those "win big prize" machines, i'll let my brother do it. Then again i've told myself that a gazillion times and still ended up spending lotsa moolah.

Too bad it happens that i'm a gambler, maybe its my optimism that somehow i'll win but once i spend a buck i'll keep playing till i win since i've got a stake in it. Goddamnit that day i spent 30 odd bucks on the SAME GODDAMN MACHINE trying to get the damn psp...it kept going to 4 before dropping again. Eventually when i ran out of money i decided to stop.

To my surprise the next day when i was out "studying" (yea right which parent believes their kids actually study when they are with friends) he smsed me saying "omg. i won the psp. haha."

Being ever skeptical i simply texted "yea right" back. Eventually he convinced me. And i was left stunned cause all he spent was eleven bucks...

Well at least we are gewd brothers and we share the PSP now =3

Heh watch out arcade! PSP-winning boy is gonna rip you all off!

Well i'll go look out for my brothers pic on that machine soon.

Oh yea during the weekend (and today) the aircon dudes were fixing up the new aircons! Haha at last i will have an aircon in the hall so i can enjoy cool air while i spend time on the comp or at the TV or studying (yes my rooms too smalllllll) or whatever.

Now beware, my already uber high electricity bills gonna shoot up.

Spinning Cartwheels and Pole-dancing Bears

A small note of warning to all you aspiring gymnasts, cheerleaders, monkeys, breakers and whatsnot, DO NOT attempt doing multiple-multiple cartwheels after not doing any for a couple of years. Yes, i did that for the honour of my house, myself, and my family so now i am currently injured. OW.

So we got third for cheerleading, after 2 years of being champion house we broke it and ended up third. Even after i injured my shoulder (yeh i gg sinseh soon bah, thanks xuan =3) practising the cartwheels for gazzillions of times i still did it decently for the actual event. Well as a human i'll be frank, i don't think its my fault, well at least not significantly. In fact, i don't think its any of us cheerleaders' faults. Call me childish, call me a blame pusher, call me a bastard, call me a backstabber but personally i think our overall flop at sports day was cause of the house comm. No not just the current or the noms but both generations.

Now don't say i make unfounded accusations. But if you personally don't like to hear my beliefs then i suggest you skip the next four paragraphs or so.

Blame me, or rather us (the house) for being passive, un-motivated, un-passionate people but personally i believe every one of us needs to be inspired, to be pushed, to be given motivation. Not told but rather INSPIRED to aspire. I can't say i know them well, and i cant say that I am a great, charismatic leader but i can say that the fact that they have not sparked even a candle-flame in me for my house just proves their current lack of....inspiring qualities. I am a believer in charisma, I would personally vote for people who make me want to do things, who make me feel the drive, the motivation to take action, to take the lead. Unfortunately i can't say i possess much of these qualities, and people can preach even if they are inept in its practical aspects. So don't ask or mock me to why i take over them, since i think i'm so good, cause i don't think so, and while i'm not proud about my incapabilities i do believe it is my responsibility to make it known.

Maybe people argue that its just me that they can't inspire, or that i'm hard to motivate, that i'm just a passive voice in the crowd, forever speaking but never taking action. Well i CAN be motivated, i CAN be made to do things to 150%, i CAN be inspired to drive myself and i definitely have held passion. I had and still have now even more than before the love and passion for SJI. Even VJ cannot seem to replace SJI's place in my heart but instead can only settle with second place.

Lets have some concrete facts. Starting with the current house comm. Personally i can't say i've interacted much with them, but up till now i can certainly see why they were voted. They are certainly cute, lovable characters that tend to give you the "you'll break if i dont let u get in so i think i'll just vote you" feeling. Maybe thats how they got votes, or maybe last year they were truly impressive but now they've burnt out. Yet being friendly, being cute, being sociable does not mean you cna inspire a house. Being able to inspire your friends is different from inspiring people who may never have talked to you before. Up till sports day, and even then i have yet to see our house captain make the house cheer, or even make the house be less lethargic. True hes cute and he makes all his cute comments in his cute way but that only serves as entertainment and as token to his efforts i must say at least what we listen, somewhat, to what he says. We just don't really feel the enthusiasm or even the need to strive for our house's victory. At yesterday's sports day i saw him (after i went of to rest and do stuff after finishing cheerleading) and when a race with ursa running in it started, he did not even stand to cheer. Instead he chose to walk over (next to us) and sit with the soccer guys at the back of Ursa's allocated seating space. I did not even see him cheer at all for the whole day.

How would anyone expect US to feel the need to cheer?

Now on to the House Comm Noms...my current view is that most of them, up till now, have shown the desire for the house to win, have shown the passion for the house to certain extents. The pity is that they can't seem to spread this to the house, that when they ask us to cheer they literally ask us to cheer. Taking it like sex, theres no foreplay and in the end trying to make us cheer without foreplay is just like rape. I won't state who as i dont wish to affect the vote of whatever victorian that stumbles upon this blog, but i feel that they had not planned out training for cheerleading well enough and that they certainly....buckle and get grumpy under stress. I have to note that one is impulsive, one is too stubborn and unwilling to listen to constructive critisism.

AND NOW that i have fionished ranting about our student leaders in Ursa its time to show my respect and upmost liking for our teachers!

Now for those who have forgotten the title after reading my essay on top, i mentioned a pole-dancing bear. Well that happens to be one of the Ursa teachers (who has the shape of a bear too) and he, to entertain us bored and lethargic spectators, started to pole-dance around the Ursa flag wearing the bear-mascot-costume(you ought to have realised that our mascots a bear) that could not be zipped up due to his size. And also to Mr. Chow, who happened to add some cheers from Ursa due to his....shameless acts =D

Now charisma only means that you can inspire others with minimal effort, but that does not mean that with effort, we can't inspire others.

Lets hope the House Comm Noms learn something from our teachers =)

WTF stupid recruits at CPIB....

YUCKS LA. Okay call me childish but the main reason i actually signed up (and went) to the CPIB visit even after KS pang Seh me is cause i wanted to test my lying skills with the lie detector la....Why? Cause of the stupid recruits doing their god-knows-what-interview-process-stuff and thus meaning that the people who were supposed to man the lie-detector had to go and interview and whats-not them. Darn it, I almost felt conned.

Looking on the bright side i met two rather interesting people...

So i entered the bus late (since i went with quek to check out the dota training thing) and i got this rather harsh scolding from the lady teacher in charge for being late and all. NOT a good start of the trip, but heck i was always the optimist. Then alas i realised that i recognised NOONE in the bus, like at all. Most of them were in groups too, meaning i can't go and like chat with some other lonely individual dude. (sad)

Nevertheless, being the eternal optimist (as i like to lie to myself), i sat behind in front of these two dudes (a chinese with pierced stuff and an indian dude) both wearing black socks and looking really slack. So i sat down, all revved up and ready for a trip of solitude when these two dudes started going "alright people strap on your seatbelts!" and "VJ airlines is taking off".

Allright so i'll admit i find it wasy to click with people who are like, high on life so i turned around, said hi and after a while we became rather friendly. These 2 dudes were Bob and Shen (aha i bet u were expecting some Rayabashuranan or some multiple-syllable name but nope his nicknames was BOB!) and they were two arts J2s who were obviously high on something since they started this duet about buses and all....

anyway i had quite abit of laughs during the whole CPIB thing cause of those 2 peeps so woohoo lol. Yeh Like Shen was mega mega interested in the job of public-something-something la and he kept asking questions, i bet that made the hosts day la. After all i bet all the rest of the visitors (like the HC muggers) were all bland ppl taking NOTES la =3

So i realised i have a direct bus form CPIB home, which took and excruciating one hour to reach home since i was on a seat which was slanted...well a seat is always better than no seat!

Oh yes and the CPIB has bad spelling....like in the scenario sheets singapore was spelt "Singpore" alot of times la...=/ not to mention there were like ALOT of spellos =/

How to bring people to court like that....

WTF at Class-less dudes and Short Hair

So after a rather tough dilemna of deciding whether to go gym or just run this week, i decided to skip gym (boo) and just go home. Thus with my usual and monotonous routine i happily boarded 858 at Changi airport, this time the bus was emptier than usual ( i really got to start remembering the time) and the bus driver was amazingly quick at taking his piss.

Eventually as we left the airport and begun on the long long long stretch to the seletar airport thing i found myself sitting alone in the group of four seats (yay haha) and thus proceeded to start my chinese homework (which was overdue =( ). So la-li-da the journey continued nicely and i managed to finish my work before reaching the small airport thing at the christian orphanage.

It started raining, as in pouring. It was like sheets of white outside by the time we reached the little christian whatsitsnameagain orphanage.

So funking out alone (and happily) in my isolated bunch of seats to Fort Minor i noticed that those boarding the bus were really kanchiong spiders. True, most people would rush considering the rain but this was really jump-up-the-bus-and-start-shoving.

First thing i noticed about this bunch of people was that they were wearing really shaggy, worn-out clothes that looked like they were 10 decades outfashioned (and aged). Second thing i noticed was that one of the buggers had just one button buttoned and that was like somewhere in the middle of the chest (wow isn't he cold in the chilling weather?). The third thing i noticed was that they were really tanned (as in not the black type but the dark-brown type) and they were like tanned all over so i guessed perhaps it was their race colour or something (NO IM NOT RACIST, SO PLEASE DONT TAKE ME TO COURT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH). The last thing i noticed was that they were speaking in a very loud voices and in a language i didn't have any impression of (viet? thai? i dono)

So okay call me a stereotype bastard spoilt-kid but i thought immediately "oh shit manual-labour-worker-dudes with less class than PCK (if u dont know thats the almighty Phoa Chu Kang)."

Now those poor people in front of these dudes (lets call them that for a while now) all shuffled to the back like the oppressed little people we all are and i was left sitting there praying the dudes didnt realise that the 3 seats around me were just right for them to hold a conversation...

Alas they weren't blind as i was hoping and the dudes started plopping down around me. Now a new revelation about these dudes that, sadly, made me confirm that they were certainly people without much self-respect, the smell. As in not the shit or sweat smell but some really wierd smell that they got from -god-knows-where. So it faded after a while (thank god and every other being that watches over me) and thats when i realised the dude with the unbuttoned shirt had this leather backpack that was half-open.

After he finished buttoning up his shirt (thank god for that too) his pal happened to tell him something in that wierd language that made him keep the shirt that was hanging out of his bag and zip the bag up.

Now if you were actually paying attention you may have realised that i was listening to Fort Minor, well they aren't exactly supposed to be listened to at volume one. So i was kinda funking out to the beats at a volume that would not aid me in being the next ambassador for the "Take Care of your Ears or be like Me" campaign and i could hear the guy saying stuff. And mind you it wasnt the muffled sound but it was LOUD. I thought perhaps it was a one-off thing but then they started this conversation about yam-dars, brookbars, santararadas and babblydoo-doos that could probably be heard by the dudes in the mercedes that i noticed driving past the bus.

Anyway that was bad but at least i was reaching my stop and could quickly scamper out.....

Oh yes on a lighter note I'd like to clear the impression that some people havd that TransIland Buses are oh-so-much better and newer and nicer than SBS for the 858 i happened to be in was LEAKING. as in from the windows, the WALLS and basically everywhere. I certainly don't see that in SBS buses =/

Oh yea i cut my hair today. DAMNIT LA. I'm quite angry, i dont care man next time i'm going to those 30bux-a-cut hair stylists. i told them like keep my tail and fringe, just straighten it out a little and thin it. AND NOW WHAT HAPPEN? What the Hell la my behind now damn short lor....SUCKS PLEASE...damnit I'll drown a kitten for every bastard who reminds how short my hair is....Fuck man i wanted to tied tail behind lor...=(

Oh well time to start saving for expensive cuts! Or are there any sponsors? =3

Smashing plates at Esmirada

Actually I'm not sure if its Esmirada or Esmiralda or Esmidada but what the hell how many mediterranean restaurants can there be in Orchard Hotel? So anyway i was at this spiffy (and dark) restaurant, where garlic bread costs 6 bucks, courtesy of my dear aunt (weeeee).

Apparently she was saying how she had wanted to bring us here for years. I admit i thought she was quite dumb to have waited a few years, after all since when did we need to be older to EAT FOOD?

I guess I was a little wrong.

Halfway through the meal some funky loud piano tune started, so i was like getting funked out when someone broke a plate. I was quite stunned at first but i thought "hey, everyone makes mistakes". Thus i reached for my glass of Ginger Ale (which was great, by the way) when another plate broke. That was stunning me la, and the music was getting louder too, with many people clapping to the beat. Then the waiter walked up with a stack of white plates and smiling to us...he tossed them on the ground.

Ii was 0.O at first (honestly i bet you would too) but after a few more waiters pranced up hitting plates together (the sound is ear-jarring) i kinda got used to the sound of plates getting broken together. I swear Stone Cold (yes that 'ol wrestler) must have gotten his opening theme song from this place...

What was pleasingly surprising was that they passed us some plates with a smile. No explanation was required of course, i mean the dish plates were coloured and all spiffy looking, not like the bland white ones. So my brother happily (and gently) tossed one on the ground to break it into an amazing......two pieces.

Just to mock him i threw a plate at one of the waiters feet (shhh) with a rather awe-inspiring smash.

Well at least now i know WHY my garlic bread was costing six bucks =/