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Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Night Cycling
Surprisingly my body isn't aching anywhere now, and I am not that tired. 10pm to 6 am. Let me calculate, it's 8 hours. Wow it seems like quite a long time, but it was fun though.
Interestingly when people from the nus rovers first met me, they actually asked which faculty I was from. When I told them I was 16 and was Alfred's brother, they got a slight shock, or was it more of a pleasant discovery? Unfortunately I am haplessly incompetent in remembering people's names, so I could only remember their faces, haha.
Memorably the best part of the trip was covering the entire stretch of geylang. I saw things from Bangladeshi selling untaxed malboro in a dozen packs, to the main attraction of the place itself(heh heh you all know what it means), to seeing a pack of flamboyantly dressed youths constantly shrouded in almost impervious cigarette smoke outside a pub. Manoeuvring one's bike between the larger chunks of metals on the sleepless street of geylang was fun but dangerous business, especially in most cases where the spaces between cars were hardly more than a metre wide.
Ah I think I should get some sleep. I alighted from the lift on the wrong storey on my way to my grandmother's house just now.
Interestingly when people from the nus rovers first met me, they actually asked which faculty I was from. When I told them I was 16 and was Alfred's brother, they got a slight shock, or was it more of a pleasant discovery? Unfortunately I am haplessly incompetent in remembering people's names, so I could only remember their faces, haha.
Memorably the best part of the trip was covering the entire stretch of geylang. I saw things from Bangladeshi selling untaxed malboro in a dozen packs, to the main attraction of the place itself(heh heh you all know what it means), to seeing a pack of flamboyantly dressed youths constantly shrouded in almost impervious cigarette smoke outside a pub. Manoeuvring one's bike between the larger chunks of metals on the sleepless street of geylang was fun but dangerous business, especially in most cases where the spaces between cars were hardly more than a metre wide.
Ah I think I should get some sleep. I alighted from the lift on the wrong storey on my way to my grandmother's house just now.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
From the remnants of Keith Low's birthday party
What began as a mild cultural shock from my sec 2 juniors developed into relaying ghost stories in Keith's deliberately darkened room that weren't my own accounts, preluded by some matured talk with Keith's parents and aunts, which followed by some inexplicably obscene actions administered by Keith's 7 and 8 year old cousins(with the names of Mervin and Esmond respectively), with Jeramyn cornered in Keith's very own bed and left the rest of us with some decent amount of overboard laughter and amazement at the lasciviousness of the primary school kids which was credited directly to Keith himself, ended with Jeramyn sitting in the space between my legs in of Keith's aunt 7 seater on our ride home. All elucidated within one sentence.
My pretence of expected prudishness slowly dissolved upon meeting my juniors (I didn't know that green tea kills sperms) in the billiard room, where I have very unfortunately delivered the cue ball into the (hole?) on my first shot, after two years of inactivity in it.
The two St Andrew's kids were damn horny I swear. I was sitting beside Mervin before the TV when I doubted my ears.
Mervin: "Shoot your bird bird, shoot your bird bird."
Me: (What was that I heard?) -Turns head-
Mervin: -Aims his rifle to the enemy's you-know-where in his psp and starts shooting.-
Me:-OH MY GAWD-
Okay now for some photos. Sorry about not taking much lol.
Hehe funny Keith.
He certainly was sincere.
And he surely had a lot to wish for.
Back in the room, the two little devils were playing with Keith's gundam, more of damaging rather. Then Esmond jumped on the bed and started to intimidate Jeramyn with his front-and-back-crotch-rocking action, you know like hard gay. Aww my abs had surfaced after that.
This is getting so cranky, gotta sleep, cya folks!
My pretence of expected prudishness slowly dissolved upon meeting my juniors (I didn't know that green tea kills sperms) in the billiard room, where I have very unfortunately delivered the cue ball into the (hole?) on my first shot, after two years of inactivity in it.
The two St Andrew's kids were damn horny I swear. I was sitting beside Mervin before the TV when I doubted my ears.
Mervin: "Shoot your bird bird, shoot your bird bird."
Me: (What was that I heard?) -Turns head-
Mervin: -Aims his rifle to the enemy's you-know-where in his psp and starts shooting.-
Me:-OH MY GAWD-
Okay now for some photos. Sorry about not taking much lol.
Hehe funny Keith.
He certainly was sincere.
And he surely had a lot to wish for.
Back in the room, the two little devils were playing with Keith's gundam, more of damaging rather. Then Esmond jumped on the bed and started to intimidate Jeramyn with his front-and-back-crotch-rocking action, you know like hard gay. Aww my abs had surfaced after that.
This is getting so cranky, gotta sleep, cya folks!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Bryan got me The Notebook today, and I finished it within the day. Thanks Bryan, to help me get the only Nicholas Sparks in the school library.
The book and the movie are unique in their own aspects.
The book is more erotic. (Are you people surprised? Xenia told me earlier that she skipped the whole "R.A" part). And the ending, the book ended with something like "unbuttoned them one by one..." but the movie ended with them just cramping on that small pathetic bed, highly possible for people to mistake it as they were going to die, because the old man said along the lines of "do you think our love will take us into our deaths?"
The movie is more touching, seriously it is. Some details are slightly different too.
Do both, do both.
The book and the movie are unique in their own aspects.
The book is more erotic. (Are you people surprised? Xenia told me earlier that she skipped the whole "R.A" part). And the ending, the book ended with something like "unbuttoned them one by one..." but the movie ended with them just cramping on that small pathetic bed, highly possible for people to mistake it as they were going to die, because the old man said along the lines of "do you think our love will take us into our deaths?"
The movie is more touching, seriously it is. Some details are slightly different too.
Do both, do both.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
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