1. attracting attention in a vulgar manner;
2. plausible but false or insincere;
3. of or relating to prostitutes or prostitution.

Small note: I am finally back to the virtual world after a day of being internet-less. Finally went for a session of tennis for around 2 hour and I'm suffering from extreme aches now. Managed to catch a coach giving lesson at one particular moment and thus picked up some pointers from his lessons. I guess that's how different people try to learn without paying =D. Firstly, I would like to say, "no problem" to dine regarding the graffiti (Anytime man! haha...will get some hand-drawn ones for you guys when I'm free). Secondly, the previous entry is a tad exaggerating (is it a double g or r? I always get mixed up on this) on points 1 and 3 but I thought it would add a little colour to the entry since it pretty much contain anger-factors. Fret not friends, I am not annoyed or angered but as you know I just like insulting people, right shoot? Last but not least, for your information, Sentosa Luge is out! Go try it out! It seems very fun and pretty worth its price (for me its 20 bucks for 5 full rides and it's transferrable).

Hahaha, extremely interesting articles quoted from people shall be posted up as follows:

this was posted by me on her tagboard requesting her to blog

this was her reply

Okay moo, extremely interesting, marvellous, splendid, outstanding, sensational, amazing, beau---beauTIFOOL!!! Hahaha, that made me laugh so hard I nearly fell off the floor. I was thinkin that shoot sot sot liao, why suddenly say she stunned so I decided to visit your entries section. Lo and behold! This is what I saw *jump 3 steps*. Thank you, that woke me up from my slumber. I bet mother moo must be feeling extremely bored to decide to blog in the wee hours. She must either be hallucinating about her various oncoming exams or thinking about me which resulted in her insomnia. Poor thing, think of me in the morning next time la. I am still thinking what is so obscene about my tag resulting in them replacing it with 1*beep*2 (this sounds more obscene really).

Next on, I will not mention this person's name because apparently her blog is supposed to be kept under the wrap, cover, blankets, containers, bags, rubbish bins and what not. I will respect her rights of privacy lest she start throwing bunches of bananas at me =D.

this is what she posted after my email

Firstly, my dear flen, I mentioned in the email liao what, I was extremely tickled by your last entry because I cannot imagine a firefly being held captive by you. It must have been an extremely excruciating and traumatic experience for that poor firefly. But thank God, they only have a lifespan of 1 day, bless it. And, how you know my backside itchy? Want to help me scratch? =D Yeah, I think the term was introduced by Julian dad. Anyway, meaning of user-friendly here isn't about environmentally friendly, that was a tad not linking ar? You holiday too long liao is it? Go to the zoo and help out the animals la! Maybe you can create a new trend of Magadascar (that cartoon) helping the zebras, king kong, lions, chimpanzees and hippos get out. Are you by any chance going to Tekong to see your boyfriend? I wish you luck for your holidays, we will always love you =D.

Speaking about the title of this song, I was actually planning to mention something about loyalty but I kindda laugh my ass out that I can't type coherently now. So I shall leave it as that because I need to catch the chinese version of x-files on channel 8 now.

|._Ondre stumbled at 8:01:00 PM_.|

Fortunate vs. Unfortunate

Word of the day: hoi polloi
Meaning: the common people; the masses

Small note: I remembered being told that friends are user-friendly. It was actually being justified and rejected last night. So many things are happening around that I can hardly believe my own ears or eyes. Perhaps sometimes, I should accept the fact that society is no longer simple and bonded by traditional beliefs. Perhaps, it is me who just hasn't come to terms with the new rules. I longed for innocence and tranquility again. Allow me to seek that in Ondre even though he's extremely irritating at times. Apparently, he's seeking solace under the bed because my mum just slammed the chest of drawers (on purpose, haha!) Let me emphasize that the entry below is not targetted at any sane humans I talked to last night. I know you are all sensible enough to note that =D. Whatever things I have done for you guys that is mentioned below is out of my own will (of course that doesn't include those fabricated help, hahaha)

I am so glad that I have a bunch of friends who are ever so caring, ever-ready to render assistance when I most need it, ever so concerned. I would proudly say that yes I love these friends because they complete my life together with my family and Ondre. They really do. Call me mushy or what but I was touched and glad that I have them as my friends. If you do not agree then you must be jealous. Muahahaha. "Friends come and go" is apparently a cliched term so I would just say that I have met many oh well...unworthy people who only come knocking on your door when they need help. Apparently they will not be seeing this because like I say, they only come when they need help so you can only expect them ringing you when:

1. they are bleeding like hell and requires you to help them out in stopping the blood. At this point of a time, I will only offer a wooden cork and get them to stuff it in their blood vessels so that blood will stop.
2. they need silly help like, "can send me song?", "where to download song ar?", "teach me can?"!!!! Firstly, I am pissed because I am not your song machine mister. Secondly, I can tell you where to download but can you kindly add the word please? Thirdly, teach you!? THEN WHO TEACH ME!? GO FIGURE OUT YOURSELF LA! Oh oh, I'm so sorry, I've forgotten that you are brainless or your brain is simply filled with all the pornography and perhaps brain juices that have expired a hell ages ago. So sorry ar but I don't give it a damn do I?
3. they are suffering prostrate cancer at an extremely tender age. Sir, that's your problem. I suggest you castrating yourself to spare yourself the agony. Did I mention that I am not a certified doctor and not even a doctor-to-be? But anyway, just get yourself a cleaver or pen knife and do the job yourself to save the cost. I know castration has nothing to do with that cancer but I told you I'm not a certified doctor.
4. they are bored. They will message you going like, "Can you talk to me now? I'm feeling down." Hello there! You feel down ar? Then go to the top of the building and start having fantasies about suicide lor. If you simply have no idea what you can do, try watching Happy Tree Friends or Child's play (I heard that Child's Play 4 is extremely perverse). It might work. Let me tell you, I'm always feeling up so don't bother talking to me because we are from different dimension, world and what not because you might just turn on my violent tendencies.

I have been nice enough to tolerate all these nonsense for so long but that's it. I am putting a period to everything. If you do not know, I am still comprehending why I have you as a friend (arrgh I am so unwilling to say that out). But overall, I am still lucky, lucky to have friends who

• bother knowing what sort of friends I am hanging out with
• bother to ask me how I am recently
• bother to ask me out no matter how busy they are
• bother to talk to me whenever they are free
• bother to advise me not to mix with bad company
• bother to be concerned about me
• bother to listen
• bother to accept all mistakes I make and telling me, "It's alright"
• bother to wish me luck when I have exams
• bother to offer help when I need it
• bother to go and study with me

I could simply take a whole day to churn out a long list but I guess point should have very much been noted now. I appreciate my life because there are such friends. I appreciate my life because there is my family. I appreciate my life because of Ondre.

|._Ondre stumbled at 12:08:00 PM_.|

Monday, September 19, 2005

Superstition

Word of the day: eschew
Meaning: to avoid; shun

Small note: Spent a whole day at Seow Yan's house gaming with shoot. It has been a long time since I touched a Playstation. We felt as if we had a deprived childhood and getting all excited over every round won. Afterwhich, dinner at Jackson's included stingray, char kway teow and oyster omelette, haha, that's life! Haven't been playing tennis for ages, I itch for a game before school reopens.

There are many unfounded beliefs as well as superstitions in the Chinese tradition, some of which leaves me chuckling to myself and some...simply unbelievable. It came to my knowledge that many chose to believe it willingly perhaps because of coincidence that happened before. I do believe some of them as well.

I vaguely remembered someone telling me something about the moon. The person quoted that if you point at the moon with any other fingers other than your thumb, the moon will throw a piece of itself at you. HAHAHAHA! How nice to own a piece of moon right? Perhaps I can start making special mooncakes with that piece of moon and earn big bucks (because I am really lacking of money now). Unbelievable. That thing left me laughing for ages and I was thinking I would probably be hit by that piece of moon and drop dead on the floor.

Anyway I am off to snooze because I have an extremely runny nose now.

Please remember not to take photo shot of any sleeping person because you will most probably capture his/her soul. Haha

|._Ondre stumbled at 9:22:00 PM_.|

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Time never heal all wounds

Word of the day: triskaidekaphobia
Meaning: An abnormal fear of the number 13

Small note: I found this word whilst surfing the internet. It caught my eye immediately as I thought, "What a word it is!" For your information, the number 13 is not only a taboo for the Chinese. From what I read from a book, it seemed very much to affect the English as well. However, this number has total adverse effects on me. I wonder if there is an antonym of this word. Lucky lucky 13. Meanwhile, I lied in the article of "Foreign language" as I couldn't really remember the lyrics of the song. Its the thoughts that counts anyway so I seek forgiveness regarding this.

I am on my Panasonic earphones now listening to mando pops again. As such, do not blame me if I am typing incoherently.

I guess everyone will have their fair share of regrets over certain things that had happened or that they have done. This incident happened many years back and if I am not wrong, it was about 6-7 years ago when I was in Primary 5.

He was just like any other 1-year-old dog. He had a loving owner who was a businessman and cared for him as though he was his own son. However, his happiness did not last long. Soon, the owner gave him to a pet shop. It was the first time I saw him as I entered the pet shop who belonged to my dad's friend. He was ever so innocent-looking and active. I gave him a name on the spot after hearing his breed. Cordy was his name.

Cordy belonged to a breed known as Corgi and even though he was barely a year old, he was already standing robust and tall as what a full-grown dog would look like. On him was a coat of shiny fur. I was extremely delighted as my dream of owning a dog had finally come true. I did not heed the warning that my grandmother didn't in the least like dogs. Soon, Cordy was being brought home. He looked very much afraid as it was a new environment afterall. Perhaps, it was his destiny or perhaps it was me who didn't dare to state my own stand, Cordy had to be confined in a cage because the relatives were "afraid of him".

He didn't had a good life during the time when he was here. I was new with keeping dog and did not know what to do to liberate him from getting confined. Diverting to some other part of my family affairs, my aunt who had just married often came to our house (for I don't know what). She, however, did not have a fond interest in dogs and often criticized me for keeping a dog and what not. Also, Cordy was not spared from others saying that he's noisy, agressive and blah blah blah. With all these people by the side to "add fuel to the fire", my grandmother started nagging incessantly about the presence of Cordy. She did it all behind my back. She nagged to my mum because she know my mum cared and concerned about her and would relent.

My mum eventually did. When I came back from school one day when I was still in Primary 5, I could not find Cordy anymore. He was no longer locked in the cage. He was no longer in the house. He was given to someone else. I cried and that was the only thing I could think of at that moment. I cannot fathom what has my dog's presence got to do with my aunt since she has been married off. Subsequently, each time when I looked at his photos, tears would just well up in my eyes. Indeed, I had caused him hurt and agony. I had not fulfilled my duty as an owner. Imagine a dog having to change 3 owners. I am indebted to him and if I were to have any wish, I would just wish to know how he's doing now. It is a pain inflicted so intensely. It is a memory etched in my brain forever. It might be my own deserts for not taking good care of him but I guess no one can erase the hatred I have for that aunt. A hatred so strong that no words can describe.



Many years have passed and I have Ondre with me now. He is my everything and I will not allow history to repeat itself. The same thing happened again 2 years back when the "relatives" starting making crude remarks of us keeping a dog in the house and having a room by himself. This time round, i rebuked. I rebuked with such anger and agony because I do not wish to lose Ondre. I do not wish for the pain to start arising again for the pang of guilt is still deep in my heart.




N.B: I would have started flaunting repertoire of profanities if this is not an open diary.

|._Ondre stumbled at 11:07:00 AM_.|

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Curiosity kills the cat

Word of the day: objet d'art
Meaning: an object of artistic merit

Small note: My entries for the last few days are a tad weird because I have simply no idea what I want to write even though I have the urge to churn out a few meaningful articles. I have given up the thought of going to the chalet and I am not sure if they did book one because it was very much of a last-minute notice. Part of the reason is that I felt odd, another part of the reason is not seeing the point of going to a 2 days 1 night chalet. Oh well, will be going to Essential Brew (i'm not very sure if there's an O in between) on Friday at Holland Avenue for a last-minute gathering before school reopens (drinking session will very much be held since ling will be there too). Remind me to get ready my camera. Meanwhile, the poly students of Singapore Poly are having their exams starting from next week. Good luck and all the best! Hope to meet up with you guys really soon during your break =). In the meantime, just smile and wave guys.

It was almost midnight when I was fiddling with the graffiti programme and at the same time blasting the series of mando pop on my iTunes. As usual, I was set in the middle of the empty living room facing the television.


Soon, my laptop ran out of batteries and I had to plug the charger to the powerpoint so as to prevent the laptop from shutting down on its own. As I was about to do so, I noticed something from the rack staring intently at me. I went closer to take a look. Alas, this is what I saw!


The video cassette tape is actually posing a question to me! This video tape is probably confused about its own identity. What has the thing underneath it got to do with it? It has totally forgotten its role as a video tape. It is only supposed to record shows for the convenience of us so that there is no need for us to miss any episodes. Anyway, it was at that moment of time, lying on a video casette recorder (VCR).




Curiosity always kills the cat. I have a foreboding feeling that the video tape will suffer its own consequences soon. Not wanting to keep the secret to myself, I told Ondre about it this morning when I was having my breakfast.


How could it be? This is so ridiculous!

Hahaha, you must be kidding right?

Now we all know, it is not good to be "kaypoh". As such, I am off to meddle my own affairs and start watching tv programmes.

|._Ondre stumbled at 3:16:00 PM_.|

Friday, September 16, 2005

We love graffiti - part II

The following will be some of the graffiti in honour of eh...my friend's name. Feel free to download if your name is posted up or you can just get it from me =)






Adieu! I am off to snooze...

|._Ondre stumbled at 11:30:00 PM_.|

Foreign language

Word of the day: hauteur
Meaning: Haughtiness in bearing and attitude; arrogance

There has been an ongoing trend of teenagers setting a language of their own which leaves many baffled. I, for an instance could not very much understand some of these words. I shall quote some of the more commonly used "foreign" terms.

euu = you
shooo = so (personally, I thought the person wants to "shoo" someone away)
mee = me (sounded more like maggie mee)
thin = think
*adding the letter x unnecessary to the end of the word e.g.
- schoolx
- liaox
- laterx
- gamex

I do not know about you but I think these words kindda make me laugh a big deal. The letter x at the end of the words seem very much like wrong spelling thus resulting in it getting marked down. Also, I have a tendency to put a letter k at the end of the word euu (go figure out that word on your own). I am not against people who put x or z at the end of their word if they like it but I guess excessive usage of it will have counter-effects.

Hello ar, xiao jie men ar (they are usually girls for your information), I think I would probably take a longer time trying to comprehend what you are writing comparing that to a literature prose. Kudos to that! Coming to think of it, these young girls might be trying to get back into a wave of old traditions where wayang (stage shows) was extremely popular at that point of time.

I am not very sure but I think the song that I have always listened to (it's pretty nice) is some title from liang zhu (liang shan bo yu zhu ying tai). As such, I shall produce the English version of it in honour of the young creators.
ying tai: liang xiong *tok chiang tok chiang* euuuu...euuuu...no diex *tok chiang tok chiang tok tok chiang*
shan bo: ying tai mei...*tok tok chiang* mee...meeeee...no...makex...it...*coughs coughs until cough heart out**tok tok chiang*
-proceeding to the song-

shan bo: euuu are so beau-ti-fool, euuu make my heart boom boom, euuu...no...shooo upset, meee will not die so young
ying tai: o0O...o0O liang xiong euuu no die, euuu die liao what I do...euuu nooo scare meee...euuu veli veli bad...
*tok chiang tok chiang tok tok chiang*

This is part of the song because I do not know how to continue the rest. Shall update after my dinner.

Hahaha, I am not sure if I have gotten my point across. Anyway, I am craving for extremely spicy BBQ stingray now, together with oyster omelette and some nice dessert like tao huey. Just after dinner and i'm thinkin of food. But...I'm lovin' it!

N.B: This entry is not meant to target at anyone. I just sort of extracted the language from a particular blog which I don't think (there's almost nil possibilty) the author of that blog will

1. visit my blog
2. take notice of the language because it is somewhat changed

I am at any point not criticizing anybody but stating personal opinions (Singapore is a democratic country right?). As such, I regret for the resemblance of any part to one's personal life or language usage.

|._Ondre stumbled at 6:29:00 PM_.|

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Please rebuke my previous entry because there is simply no rationale behind it. I guess I have pretty much awaken after the long session of badminton thus resulting in me being able to churn out meaningful entries (I hope so).

1. Thank you Geraldine for the plea of asking others to treat animals better (join in the Against Cruelty to Animals Act)
2. Thank you Huiru and Geraldine for the study sessions (I've pretty much completed my SAT revision)
3. Thank you Shuting for the badminton game
4. Thank you Wanling for the advices
5. Thank you family for the support

My summer break is coming to an end. Apparently, preparation for the starting of school isn't that ideal. There is still a never-ending list of items to be completed. I'm pretty sure what course of subject I would like to take in University. In fact, if I wish to be admitted straight into University after the 'A' Levels, I would probably have to hand in my application forms by February or March. This sets me to falling back to reality. No more idling around. No more lazing and definitely no more bad results. These are usually kind of inter-related in this aspect.

Modules to be taken in January:

• Chemistry 1
• Chemistry 2
• Chemistry 4
• Physics 1
• Physics 2
• Physics 4
• Core Maths 3
• Core Maths 4
• Mechanics
• Geography coursework (pending in process)

That makes it almost 10 modules to be taken in January and out of which I will have to study 6 modules on my own pace. It is time to get serious like any other "A" level students.

Due to the fact that I am overexposed to English almost every other day, I had kind of forgo the English music industry as well as movies, shows and what not. Pardon me if I do not understand what you are talking about (be it the latest song in town, artistes or gossips, etc.). I am starting to slow down and enjoy singing to the tune of 60s and 70s melodies (haha! like real, I am not that old! I am just lagging).

I am off to the dreamland. Allow me to snooze for a better day ahead.

Snoozing...

|._Ondre stumbled at 10:33:00 PM_.|

Contradictions vs. Irony

Word of the day: repudiate

Meaning:

1. to reject emphatically as unfounded, untrue, or unjust
2. to refuse to recognize or pay
3. to reject the validity or authority of

Perhaps at certain point of a time, we ought to justify for the actions and speech undertaken. Then, as actions speak louder than words, many a times we only offer "cheap talk". Particularly, I do not understand and totally cannot fathom what a person is thinking about. So over. Whatever it is, nothing beats a game of sports and sweating things out.

The next ironical part of life is probably the fact that blogging is so convenient and accessible yet so insecure. To state out the cause of insecurity would probably mean that you will not know who reads it, you cannot reveal as much identity and that anybody can access to it. I am off to my lowly mortal life once again because I realised that isn't much to offer in the virtual world.

|._Ondre stumbled at 10:47:00 AM_.|

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Conman

Word of the day: exacerbated
Meaning: To increase the severity, violence, or bitterness of; aggravate

Yes, I am already very much bittered, angered and totally have the tendencies to turn violent at any point of a time. The bloody shit has to exacerbate my condition by slamming the phone upon me picking it up. Great! I have all the rights to be!

Imagine yourself slogging and multi-tasking for two days and then the boss never pay you. I didn't even have the intention of leaving the job. Here's what had happened anyway.

Last monday, this bloody shit called me at around 4pm, requesting me to go down to work at around 5 or what. I said no because it was pretty much of a last-minute notice. Nevermind about that because the next day I reported for work at 1pm. Then, I started marking the 6 piles of scripts while waiting for the students to come. When the students arrived, I started teaching and at the same time continued marking the scripts because he said he need it urgently and I didn't mind doing more work at the same time (multi-tasking). After the students left, I stayed behind, forgo my dinner and continued marking the scripts. It was an agony okay but I held on until i finished 3 piles at 8.30 and he asked me to leave. Next day, I went for work as usual at 2pm (he told me to reach later since the students doesn't come that early). I started teaching, sending emails and marking on scripts all at a same time (let me emphasize that i'm not a superhuman). Naturally, with all these on hand, I couldn't possibly finish all the word given the fact that I reached there early and ended early. He shot me a dirty glance. Arggh! Enough! I am starting to get detrimental. Then I asked if I need to work on Friday and Monday since he will be away on Thursday, he replied, "I will call tomorrow to confirm".
By simple English, when he said tomorrow on Wednesday, it means Thursday. I waited the whole day for the call but he failed to do so. Then, I had expected the call to be on Friday morning instead before I went to bed that night.
As such, I woke up early in the morning just in case there was a last-minute notice for me to report to work at 2. Guess what? Just when I was in macdonald's studying with dear Vanessa, he called. Any idea what time it was? 1.35!!! HOW IN THE HELL YOU EXPECT ME TO TRAVEL FROM ALJUNIED TO HOUGANG WITHIN 25 MINUTES!? This is absolute craziness and absurdity! So I replied pretty nonchalantly and he sounded pissed (hey, you were the one in fault okay, bloody shit). From that day onwards, he never requested me to work and I knew something was wrong so I called him this morning and I confirmed my suspicions.

I will continue my entry after studying. I am totally not interested to bother much now.

N.B: pardon me for the improper use of words, confusing sentence structure and what-so-ever but no angry person can talk normally.

|._Ondre stumbled at 10:44:00 AM_.|

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Letting you down

Word of the day: nincompoop
Meaning: A silly, foolish, or stupid person

Small note: I got to know the existence of the word "nincompoop" when I was in Primary 5. I remembered my English teacher telling us the exact meaning of it and scolding us with it (or probably scolding me, I can't really remember). He was the one who never fails to change my seats once or twice a term due to the fact that i'm too "noisy". "Room for improvement" is what that was always written on my report card. It never seemed to work though as I eventually ended with an aggregrate of 227. Haha, perhaps when he said, "I know you can get really good results with your capability", I should have felt touched and worked harder. Too many perhaps.

N.B: Please leave your comments at the comments section instead because I think the tagboard seems to be always down. For one reason, perhaps shoutboxes ain't that user-friendly afterall. Thank you for your cooperation

|._Ondre stumbled at 11:05:00 AM_.|

Monday, September 12, 2005

We love graffiti

In an effort to keep up with the theme of this blog, I shall post up several graffiti arts.


funky ain't it?






My own style. I know the purple background one looks weird but that's the way art is. Some people might find it appealing while others think it really sucks. Anyway, enjoy!

|._Ondre stumbled at 8:18:00 PM_.|

Autumn's Festival - nostalgic memories

Word of the day: juxtaposing
Meaning: to place side by side, especially for comparison or contrast

Small note: I would like to apologize for a mistake made yesterday. In the previous entry, I wrote that the poly students are having their mid-year examinations. It is actually just a major examination and not a mid-year examination because they have only commenced 4 months into the year so mid-year would thus be an inappropriate term.

Yeah yeah yeah, the annual autumn's festival (commonly known as lantern's festival) is here again! How can one actually forgo the fragrance of the baked mooncakes as well as the good-looking lanterns that is hanging at the void deck of the flats. It usually brings about a nostalgic vibe. We would be carrying paper lanterns when we were young. The battery-operated lanterns were probably not that much of a fashion back in those days. Firstly, they were costly and parents won't buy them because it is only used for a day. As such, big and small paper lanterns were used instead, with printings of cartoon characters on it.

Mum went for an autumn's festival dinner yesterday night held by the resident's committee. She came home with a pretty interesting lantern of Monkey God, Sun Wu Kong. This struck on me that I had not been celebrating this festival for ages. Back to the times when I was probably still in Primary school with no such things as internet and MSN where people spend most of their time on. A whole group of children (mostly comprising of cousins and neighbours) would gather at the playground and play with packets after packets of candles. Perhaps at this point, I cannot possibly fathom what is so interesting about candles but that was what that kept us entertained throughout the night. That were the days where even the tiniest thing could keep us occupied. That were the days where everybody had no troubles. That were the days when things was simple. It sets me to thinking about the current situation we are in. Is it because we have no choice but life is simply fraught with problems and difficulties. Is it because we are all asking to attain the state of perfection or is it because we have lost that sense of innocence lying deep within us. We have to fight our way through in order to sustain in the society. The survival of the fittest is what they would always say.

As I get through to the different stages of life, I longed for the times when I was carefree, the times when everybody will play like there's no tomorrow.


The lantern my mum got home from the dinner. It goes "boom boom boom boom, I want you in my room, let's spend the night together..." What a horny monkey -.-'''



Ondre checking out the horny creature before feasting on his apples.



Ondre far away from the lantern. He doesn't fancy horny creatures.

|._Ondre stumbled at 12:01:00 PM_.|

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Honour your words

Word of the day: Escapade
Meaning: a wild and exciting undertaking (not necessarily lawful)

Small note: In an effort to "learn more" and "know more", there will be a word posted together with its meaning everyday (I will try my best). Together, we shall strive towards having a better knowledge of this language. Meanwhile, I might sound pretty contradicting because I have just said that people are over-emphasizing on English but I can't help it because blogger can't seem to configure Chinese characters.

"Promises are meant to be broken" is what a good friend told me several years ago. How apt. How often do you see a person going all out just to fulfil a promise that he/she has made? I would say I had hardly seen one before.

Sometimes, promises are meant as a white lie for your loved ones because you know that by presenting this token it would make them feel better or even perhaps recover from their terminal illness.
Some promise to make people smile.
Some promise to fulfil.
Some promise to honour it.
Some promise to get through.
Some promise to patronize.
And most importantly, some promise to lie.

Some people promise just to get through their mistakes. "Don't worry, I promise I will do it" or "I promise I will change" are cliched excuses which many use to ensure that people believe them. How pathetic. Perhaps, it has never occurred to them that promises are formed from sincerity and it will seem cheap if not honoured. Perhaps it has never even occurred to them that it is something they have to fulfil once spoken.

Anyway, on a lighter note, my holidays is drawing to an end soon. This meant that busy schedules will start filling in my days soon and an incredulous workload is awaiting me. I will lose my momentary freedom and get banished back to hell (not that studying is hell but my school is). Oh...allow me to embrace my last weeks of happiness. Good luck to those taking their "A" levels soon and mid-year exams for the poly students. I am off to get my cool pack for the burning skin.

N.B: This entry is not targeted at anyone who reads this. Hahaha! It was written out of boredom. See what has boredom done to me.

|._Ondre stumbled at 1:28:00 PM_.|

Friday, September 09, 2005

English malady

I am definitely and absolutely under the control of English now.
Yes, I am eating English, I am sleeping English, I am drinking English. If by any chance, I might even be shitting out A-Z!

This is the fate most will probably be facing after a gruelling week of nothing but English. In the morning I will be teaching and marking English. At night, I will be analyzing the different aspects of SAT and scrutinizing every part of it (Okay! I am lying but try looking at foreign words everyday, wowowow). Currently, my brain only has space for English, nothing but English. However, there might be advantages to it. In a short time to come, I might be spewing a long string of linguistic articles that will leave people gasping for breath and paralyze them with a great intensity. I will leave that to "in-a-short-time-to-come".

Meanwhile, I shall continue living my lowly mortal life lest I would get ridiculed for my teeny-weeny-meeny peanut repertoire of vocabularies. Living a simple life does make one gets hungry easily (arrgh but nothing to eat lei).

Since we are currently on the topic of English now, I shall perhaps make my little contribution on the value of this intricate language which has been passed down, well, donkeys of years. I don't understand all these emphasis of English by many people especially the parents of these children. I am not saying that people should stop learning English and give it up totally. Yes, I understand that English is extremely important in this society but isn't your mother tongue equally important? Perhaps to them, it is cool yakking English away in an American or British accent (this does not apply to people who has grown up overseas) . Perhaps to them, it is not proud to be a Chinese. Perhaps, they don't even care about their own tradition. Perhaps to them, speaking chinese is a form of inferiority and it means that you are not that highly educated. Oh, all sorts of bullshits! Without some of these traditional moral thinkings (I definitely do not agree with all the traditional moral values but some of them are indeed important), the society might be degrading to a i-dont-know what state. Oh well, I know, it is their family's problem and it is definitely none of my business. I've said my piece and it is time to go for my supper and prepare for activities lined up tomorrow.

|._Ondre stumbled at 8:54:00 PM_.|

Thursday, September 08, 2005

When reality sets in

I guess there are still pretty much stuffs for me to explore and learn. Well, this is not to let me be a better or a stronger person because I wouldn't wanna turn out to be like Popeye whom relies on spinach the whole time or probably some gross action heroes like batman or spiderman (I kindda like superman though so I shall not comment much on him). Whether you like it or not, the society is cruel and most people are practical. Look, I am not actually condemning the whole human race, I just said most, so don't get too agitated please. By chance, I'm pretty sure most would have heard of the term "No money, no Honey" before. I totally agreed with whoever that created this. Imagine if you go to the supermarket, peniless, penceless, coinless, noteless or whatever, would you be able to buy a bottle of honey? No right? If you can, tell me, I will consult you for professional help. Okay, back to the topic. Not able to get a bottle of honey without money (at this point of time, anybody with an unsound mental state should leave here immediately. Alternatively, you might consider seeking guidance from me before you continue reading - $80/hour) unless...that is unless you decide to antagonize the bees up on the tree and pluck the hives down for a sumptuous feast of honey!

After the reality tv programme on channel 8 last night, I realised that many are actually suffering from injustice which we probably wouldn't have imagined. Although they are probably just the minorities in this country, they too, have a family back in their hometown and is a living human being (Homo sapiens if you would like it that way).

1. Imagine yourself not getting paid even after slogging your time
2. Imagine yourself getting beaten up for reporting this unfair treatment
3. Imagine not being able to go back home
4. Imagine s$150-200 deducted from your measly pay of s$400
5. Imagine your boss attacking you on your weak points

Yes, these bangladeshi workers I would say spend probably more time and energy on work compared to most Singaporeans out there in the society. They have no choice. From the standard of education in Bangladesh, even if a man happens to be a university graduate, he would have barely any choices but to settle for menial jobs. Blame it on the fact that they are not highly educated in English (which is like universal language). To get to Singapore with a work permit, they would need to pay a whole s$7000 and if they were paid s$500 a month, how long would they take just to pay off this debt? Think about it, basic mathematics would tell you that they would need a bare minimum of 2 years even if they scrimp and save. So what would these bangladeshi do? Obviously, they would slog it out just to keep the job. As such, unscrupulous employers started popping out of nowhere (probably from the dustbin or something to that extent) and attack these workers in their weaknesses.

1. If you don't do well, I will send you back to bangla
2. Work extra hours or else no pay this month
3. I deduct this for blah blah and deduct that for blah blah! Your pay - s$100
4. You dare to complain I will ask people beat you up
5. WORK WORK WORK!

Yes, how shitty people can get? At this point of time, my heart goes out to them, seriously. Although I have never had a fond interest (that's too strong a word) for them. Alright, although I have never really liked banglas because they are a tad too noisy but hey! they are humans too aren't they? Why must they be treated this way? Just because they will not have much advantage since they are not Singaporeans? Is that how the society works then - attacking on other's weaknesses. If it's that, I quit, I had rather not enter the society then. However, there is a seemingly large number of good employers as well, applaud to them please.

I don't really know the sole purpose of this entry anyway but perhaps just to let others know that things does not seem as simple on the outlook. Perhaps, it's because we are pretty much protected from the dangers and frauds of the society by our lovely parents as well as the government. And as much as I do not wish to admit, there are really different classes of people out there, yes, even in Singapore. You tend to see which kind of people mixing with which kind of people and what sort of character gets along with what sort of character kindda thing. Perhaps it is a kind of social stigma you will see in almost every country. It can't be helped though, it is hard to change a person's characteristic and upbringing.

As such, I end my entry with a resolution: I might try to respect banglas from now on.

|._Ondre stumbled at 11:38:00 PM_.|

You will never know if you never knew

I am living in liberation today! No more piles of marking scripts. No more walks under the hot, sweltering weather. No more quarrels from the students. No more teaching. Well, at least that applies for today. As such, I will try my best to embrace the bliss I am currently enjoying (but I'm having a sorethroat now la, damn it!)



You will never know that a dog can be the spokesperson (or rather spokesdog) for Billabong:


hey yo, check check check *coughs coughs coughs* I am da spokesdog, surfey babeh

As such, I am going to write a short story about a dog and me.


One day, we were loitering around the different units of a HDB flat where I stumbled upon an opened gate. The door behind the gate seemed to be alluring us to enter its humble abode. We were enticed as we cannot resist the intensity of the temptation - the temptation of thrill. Thus, my friends and I decided to take the risk and pushed the door ajar so that we can sneak in without arousing suspicion.

Upon entrance, a small and petite dog stood in the middle of the house giving us a nasty glare. It was as though the dog was trying to protect the house from us progressing further in. At this instant, a thought flashed through my mind, "Hmm...it's just a small little dog aint it? Since every dog has its day, today must be the day I am supposed to have my day!"

Without further contemplation, we made our way to the white set of leather sofa which was lying in the middle of the hall. The dog ran along with us and barked incessantly for us to get out of the house. We ignored its warning and took a rest at then sofa. After a while, I greeted the dog with a "Hi".


The dog barked as if it was saying, "Hi what!? Get out of the house la!"

I thought the dog was unfamiliar with us which explains his hostility. As such, I tried again but with different tone this time round. "Doggy, good boy!"


The dog ignored me!

Before long, the dog jumped up to the sofa in an unimaginably quick speed. It sat right in front of me as though requesting for a challenge.


The dog said, "not happy is it!? Want to fight ar!?"

(I was too shocked for words to take a picture of myself looking bewildered after the dog talked to me) At this point of time, other than being shocked, I was pretty much angered by the dog's inept behaviour towards a human. What is all that talk about dog being man's best friend? I started putting my hand towards the dog's neck and applying force on the grip as I screamed, "I've had enough of you!"


The dog put on a brave front as it tried to loosen itself from my grip.

It finally succeeded and broke loose while landing on the ground and choking incessantly. It was trying very hard to catch its breath.


**coughs*coughs*coughs**

The dog is trying to catch its breath.

Being a strong-willed dog, it did not give up after that particular incident. It regained soon after and jumped up the sofa once again, prompting me to start the challenge over again. I could no longer tolerate the impertinence of the dog. As such, I started putting my hand over the dog's neck again.


"I wanna kill you, you stupid dog!" I shouted.


Soon, the dog became weak and laid on the sofa. I did not loosen my grip but carried on holding on his neck.


The dog was eventually knocked unconscious and I started to panic. I nudged him and said, "Eh, don't fake fake lei, wake up lei! Wake up!" However, there was no response from the dog. I have killed the dog. No pulse, no breathing. I am a murderer. Without further ado, I fled from the crime of scene.
I have sinned greatly. It was a moment of folly that I cannot pardon myself for it. Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh Buddha, Oh Allah, what can I do?

- you never know that I have killed a dog-



Disclaimer: The above story is fictitious. Any resemblance to that of true incident or character will be greatly regretted (but we don't give it a damn). Thank you baby for the unseemingly true acting, you are indeed a great actor of all time. Thank you to the owner for allowing these shots to be taken as well. As such, the great pet-owner relationship will now be shown!

|._Ondre stumbled at 10:23:00 AM_.|

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Mundane affairs

Yes, I am living in a mundane world without any fairies, flying unicorns, cyclops, dwarfs, elves or gremlins of any sort. I am a human. So are the people around me. We all make mistakes and we learn from our mistakes (point noted?). Alright, I am digressing. As much as my brain can process information now, I shall declare my daily mundane affairs. I have managed to shift the sidebar of my blog with help from Seow yan (xiao yan? sy? yy? ss? whatever, she's my friend anyway). A big thank you! I told you right? I'm downright hopeless in html. As such, I need extremely professional help from my big professional gang of friends, hahaha!

Look! I'm stuck! I don't know what else to write. As such, I am going to continue living in mundanity and bathe before settling down to watch the show.

|._Ondre stumbled at 10:11:00 PM_.|

An extremely senseless post

Did I just mention that this is going to be a senseless entry?

Oh yes, I did! As such, I shall post up to the name (or rather heading, whatever it is). It struck on me why I had never have the noble aspiration of becoming a teacher (yi ri wei shi, zhong sheng wei fu). After a shocking, tiring, tedious, menial, absurd 4 hours of non-stop teaching and at the same time marking on the 6 piles of English journals, I have a newfound respect for pre-school teachers as well as lower primary teachers. HOW! HOW in the world am I supposed to teach the basic fundamentals of probably simple present tense, present continuous, present perfect...blah blah blah...it nearly drove me crazy! I never knew teaching English was tough until now. I never knew teacher had to bear so much until now. I never knew teaching was hard until now. Now I know it all. The only incentives that I have is probably the pay (which I have no idea whether it is $5 an hour, $6 an hour or 60% of the tuition fees, please give me all, I'd accept it with grace) and students that are not rowdy (at least they don't run around the centre screaming and yelling and screeching and pulling each other's hair as well as pulling my hair). Goodness! Hail the teachers! Hail the teachers!

10 ways to be a good teacher (this is probably my own point of view):

1. considerable amount of patience
2. able to withstand noise
3. speak in a simplified manner
4. have incentives for students (I have always liked that :D)
5. write neatly
6. able to multi-task
7. can bang the table with enough groove
8. able to scream when necessary
9. speak at an appropriate volume at all times
10. be paid!

As such, I am off to bathe and be a good teacher.

|._Ondre stumbled at 11:21:00 AM_.|

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Cal-a-Cab

I have devised a few relatively simple methods to categorize the different types of couples we see on the roads.


Okay, I lied. I only have one in my mind anyway.


Introducing the term CAL-A-CAB. It is simply pronounced as Call-a-cab. Isn't it simple to remember? Have you suffered from a slight irritation when you see girls screaming around, pulling their hair and running in a hysterical manner whilst holding on to their boyfriends who happened to be ogling at other girls and soothing out the messed up strands on their waxedededededed hair (I am not exaggerating la, just that I thought they like to chase guys around thus resulting in the hysterical manner. The hair, on account of being extremely -waxed- is probably due to the guys using perhaps, a bottle, to wax their hair. As such, I am definitely speaking the truth). We call this kind of couples CAL-A-CAB which is...*violin playing*.................................................................................................................................................... TADA!!! Chao ah lian-and-Chao ah beng! It is so user-friendly and simply *muacks* marvellicious. Imagine you and your friend walking around the malls of bugis (which is famous for CAL-A-CAB) engaging in a particularly interesting conversation.

Me: Hey friend, see your 9 0'clock (left), got one CAL-A-CAB (or simply CAC) lei!
Friend: Yah hor, so tok gong lei! Can run soo fast.
Friend and you: Wah.....
*Friend and you stare at the couple, running and screaming while the girl open the mouth so big that a thousand hoosefly can enter. Girl also pulling her hair and seemed to be going berserk.*
CAL: you.....no....run.....sooo....fast
CAB: kao bei la, today use cheap wax need go buy one more new bottle! My hair! My hair!

Voila! Ingenious *kliak* billy! On account of this entry, I shall once again bring up my imaginary friend (I told you I was schizophrenic!), little pretty. Little pretty has pretty much amazed us with her extraordinary flair for writing in the virgin entry of this blog. As such, I shall extract another part of her blog and post it here:
Whee...*giggles until mad*, I don't know hor actuarly got shooo marni people got blog one lei. So shocked lei. Euuu all know hor, today I wake up shooo earli lei cuz the stupid lesson lor, start at 8am...soo suay one lei. But then after that hor, I went to meet my boyflen lor, quite sian hor everyday have to meet him but then cuz i love him too much liao mah. I love u lei boyflen, we cannot leave each other for one day one lei. Okay lor, I wanna go sleep again liao or not not mei mei liao. -little pretty

Haha! My foot! I love my ass more! I love my ass so much that I cannot bear to leave it on the toilet seat and I have to to bring it to anywhere I go! I love my ass so much it has been part of me, it has integrated into me. I toally adore my ass! Okay, I am starting to hallucinate, it's time I put my pen down and get to more serious things e.g Sleeping.

|._Ondre stumbled at 10:06:00 PM_.|

Monday, September 05, 2005

Oh money, how I adore yet abhor...

It is almost impossible to live in a high standard-of-living place like Singapore and be without money. I would say it is impossible anyway.

Money, oh money, how we love you, how we hail you, how we rescue you even if you fall into the stinky drain, how we try so hard to get you. Eh you, playing hard to get ar? As such, in honour of our dollar bills, our beloved notes, I shall thus change the lyrics of tao ze's "jiu shi ai ni".



Alright, I know the weather is relatively cold these days but hey, it's a form of entertainment that I have for myself given the fact that SAT is just round the corners and I will be going back to school soon, also, the forthcoming A levels module 4-6 will be a big killer and I am facing the destiny of probably not having enough teachers for maths, chemistry, geography which is like almost all of the subjects and that Daniel toyne has left the school and that I am on holidays for nearly 3 months...okay, enough said, I guess point should have been noted. As such, I shall define SAT basically as Studying Absolute Trash...I don't know why i'm taking it but I am, I don't know why I registered for it but I did, I dont know why I pay for it but I did. My money's gone...

Now we all know how important money is. So anybody who is not very interested in your money or think it is filthy, please inform me and I will liberate you from your suffering to prevent you falling into the abyss of nothingness. Credit cards not accepted but cash cheques or equivalent will be accepted with grace.

|._Ondre stumbled at 1:39:00 PM_.|

Sunday, September 04, 2005

If you're happy and you know it...

If you're happy and you know it, slap your friend *piak piak*. If you're happy and you know it, slap your friend *piak piak*. If you're happy and you know it, and you really wanna show it, if you're happy and you know it slap your friend *PIAK!*

I am happy because my friends are happy.
I am happy because my family is happy.
I am happy because ondre is happy.
I am happy because we went to Father Flaningan's Irish Pub.
I am happy because Father Flaningan is superb.
I am happy because we have rugby match.
I am happy because I get to taste the Irish Stew.
I am happy because I have Kilkenny.
I am happy because we have "chua beng" as well!



Father Flaningan from our table. Wilson and family are floating around.


Cheers! Nothing beats having a Kilkenny on hand.



Star Sports on screen!






The "pei" cousins.


The "forget-to-take-medicine" sisters


Before leaving. Wilson is still floating around.


Wilson and family at the side with sports players. Goodbye Father Flaningan.

That pretty much sums up yesterday's event at Father Flaningan. Tell you la, the stew there is marvellicious but too bad forget to take a picture of it, it will bound to leave you salivating at the yummylicious look. By the way, wilson is the name of the balloon, I don't know how it came about having this name but it's pretty good though given the fact that previews of US Open were on the screen at that moment.
Fish & Chips and Irish Stew: S$114.00
1 pint of Kilkenny: S$11.00
Joyous moments in the pub: Priceless
For everything else, cash will do the trick.

|._Ondre stumbled at 1:46:00 PM_.|