East meets East of West

Tomorrow is my last paper.
And I'ma asking my liaison officer why the hell was I posted in Jurong.
I think I might have an idea as to how the school post the students.
The whole board probably had a meeting, looked at my profile and says
"Okay... So the boy is good looking. And he stays in the east. So its only logical we post him somewhere east. I know! Jurong East!"
Then "Haha we really screwed this kid big time"
And "Cmon guys lets grab a smoke and laugh about this for 15 mins"
Next thing you know you hear a loud "WTF" followed by "I'm screwed" scream coming from my house.
I think I'll probably get fired during my first week foshizzle.

FTW

Looks like my already miserable life is getting more and more miserable.
I might have reached the climax of bad luck.
I've been posted to this company Leica Instruments.
The worst part is, the company is located in Jurong East.
And I have to report by 8. Fuck man fuck. I'm seriously fucked.
Bad enough I couldn't even be on time for my driving lessons at Bukit Gombak.
Even the pay is miserable. $440 per month. 1 half month would be $660. Minus $95 x 2 for travel money. Minus $10 times 22 days buka puasa money. I'm telling you I dont eat cheap. Confirm exceed. Thank god I don't have to eat lunch. Total earnings $250. Not even enough to get me that Iphone.

This is stupid. My teacher is stupid. Everyone in my school is stupid.
He says "First you get posted somewhere relevant to your studies"
Fair enough.
Then he says "Second we will post you to a company somewhere nearer to your home"
Nearer to home my shaved ass. Its like going to school except 2 stops further.
What am I? Nightcrawler? The Flash?
And mind you Jurong is very far distance from Dover to Jurong is 7 mins.

I just hope the fasting month will give me the strength to guide me through my 50 mins x 2 journey.
Seriously. Mendak you know. Wouldn't mind that much if I passed my TP.
On the bright side, I'm nearer to school. Which means i can go to school after work to climb.
Something which I haven't been doing for some time :(
I can already see myself waking up at 5. Take the train at 630am. Work till 6pm. Eat till 8. Climb till 11. Reach home by 12. Sleep by 1. Wake up at 5.
Fuck this shit. Fuck the world.

Supermassive Hole

I should lay off Mickey D's big breakfast for a week or two.
Ever since the study break that's all I've been eating for breakfast.
Its surprising cause in the past I can't even wake up in time to catch the breakfast.
And now burning a big hole the size of a meteor crater in my pocket.
Plus I'm getting fatter.

2nd week of BPL.
And I'm already ranked 25th in Singapore the ESPN premier fantasy.
25 out of 3 million people.
Baek Hars from Mars FC.

FAILED

After one day of cooling off, I am able to tell of what happened yesterday.
I was robbed of my driving license big time yesterday.

OK. I failed my tp. And I have come to terms with it. Well not yet actually.40 points. I would have preferred an immediate. Seriously. You can laugh. I laughed about it this morning. But I sure wasn't laughing yesterday.

If I seriously felt that I sucked during the test, I wouldn't have been so mad.
And only I knew if I sucked. And I seriously didn't.
Not saying that I was perfect. But I thought I did just enough to pass.

And if I had failed because of appearance and on impression, well I... OK I can't blame him.
I would have failed myself for wearing a cheap giordano T and jeans. Not very classy.
And I was nervous. I admit. The king of cool lost it. But not during the whole test duh. You only get nervous before and at the start of the test.

The tester said a lot of crap that didn't mean anything.
How can you get points for failing to keep a safe following distance, when during the whole route, on a quiet Monday morning you didn't follow behind any fucking cars. Doesn't make sense to me.
And how can you cause other vehicles to slow down or take evasive action, in the circuit, when that vehicle is already slow. Any slower it would've stopped.
These 2 alone got me 14 points.

I can go on and rant about this. If you want to know where I got the other 26 points, I'll tell you. But not here.
Cause I'll start swearing and cursing on everything and nothing that has got to do with this.
Now I have to wait for a month. Damn

And I have seriously cooled down, people.

Must be funny

Money money money.
Must be funny.
In a rich man's world.

Thats all I ever think about. Especially during rain. Like now.
I don't know why I keep saying that.
MONEY.
How do I get it? When will I get it? What am I going to do with it?
Am I for real? I don't even know anymore.
Its what drives me.
Then I start thinking about other things. Deeper things.
Which leads me to do things I'd never thought I'd do.
So I guess its my motivation. And my downfall.
And the root to all my problems.

Anyway, EPL's going to start again.
Got my fantasy team on soccernet.com.
Last time I own all my homeboys by a mile.
But I'm still ranked 1000 some thing in Singapore.
BTW congrats to Chinapore for the silver. I mean Singapore.

Yip WL

I got lots to say, now that my tp is round the corner. Its gonna be long.

There's this instructor. His name is Yip WL. His no. is 2939.
And before today, he took for 4 of my lessons. So after today means 5. Get it?
I'm always late for his lessons. His lessons only. Other instructors, I'ma always on time.
Only him. Curse? Maybe fate.
And he never liked it when I'm late. The serious type, he is.
Always tekan me. Or rather always pressure me. I always under perform.
I don't think he likes me. Didn't matter to me though.

So today was my last revision. I hope. And I was late.
As I was printing my slip, I was praying... Please not him.
Guess I didn't pray loud enough. I got him. 10 minutes late. Nice.
So he was quiet. As usual. Told me to get in the drivers seat.
I was like " OK last prac and its him again. Must impress. Do or die."
So I drive like no tomorrow. Believe you me. And I surprised myself.
Everything went smooth. He didn't nag like before. Baik Rep.
But of course, he didn't compliment also. Come on.
Credit should be given when credit is due.

So practice over and I went outside to get fresh air.
Coincidentally it was his break. I chill next with him.
We chat for a while. He gave me good advice.
Then I realized he's a nice guy. In fact, I rate him as the best instructor.
Second was the fat guy who ate burger while I was driving. How can I forget him.
He's the best simply because the rest were not as serious as him.
He puts on his serious image and brought the best out of me.
Thank you Yip WL. And thank you Chuck Norris.

And now I feel like I don't mind what result I get on Monday.
Whatever happens, happens.


Wtf am I saying. Fail and its goodbye world.

Testicles

All my test are coming.
My tp test then followed by my school exams. 4 papers.

And I can only predict 2 outcomes at the end of the day.

1)Pass tp, pass exams.

2)Pass tp, fail exams.
3)Fail tp, fail exams.

I'd prefer 1 and 2.
But I think 3 will happen foshiz.
I got a bad feeling.

I don't even know shit anymore.

Freak

This goes out to those of you who have seen me playing djmax on moi psp in the train, in class or wherever.
Stop calling me a freak. Oh yes, I know you do you bastards.
Just because I can play stuff that you can't, doesn't give you the right to call me a freak.

Sheesh...
Now that I've said it, got a story to tell.
I saw a video on youtube the other day.
This girl was playing level 14 whiteblue 6 key mx style and didn't even break once.
Freak.

Not Again

Its that time of the year again where I can say once more...







I AM SO SCREWED!!!

and this time, its fohreeeeal...

NDP parade

I wore red without knowing today's National Day.
I seriously forgot to wish my country happy birthday.
And I slept through the whole of NDP parade :)
NDP parade :)? So the longer version is national day parade, parade? :)?
Missed the whole parade. So I joined the black parade. But I left because it was smelly (inside joke)
You must be thinking, "call yourself a Singaporean"
Doesn't matter. For the past few NDP I'm usually out of the country.

And DAMN. I'm so hungry :(
DAMN. Thats gonna be my favorite word since I watched the Love Guru last night.
Some lame shit, it was.

Oh and by the way my phone has officially died so I'm officially phoneless.
Not balless but phoneless.