Because I want to post it. I don't care if you won't get it.

Mr Chng was right.
I'll never doubt him again.


IT
This sucks because it's forced.
This sucks because will is challenged.
This sucks because it can't be told.
This sucks because lies must be told.
This sucks because the equality isn't.
This sucks because it has to suck.

*sigh*

Don't ask, and I tell nothing.
Ask, and I tell nothing.
Continue asking, and I tell nothing.

MRT tip #2.

MRT TIP 2

Say there are two seats in front of you. A person is in one of those seats. If you do not take the empty seat at first, do not take it even after the person has left. If you do, you will be forver thought of by the surrounding people as a jerk who won't sit with people. The situation will be worse if the person who left is of a different race. Then you would be the racist jerk who doesn't sit with [insert race here].

MRT tip #1.

MRT TIP 1
In the MRT, if you wish to fart in public, do NOT do it while standing still. Do it when walking past people. This way there are two outcomes:

1: People will suspect the person beside them, as you have already passed the people.

2: If the person knows it's you, at least you've walked away far enough to avoid embarassment.

ARGH. NO. NO. NOO. Just.. NO.

Here I am, broken hearted to realise that school reopens on MONDAY(?!) and not the END OF JUNE?

SHIT.
SHIT.

Pride of the Ones

I've been searching for the following things on Ebay, but if any of you have them, and don't want them anymore, FEEL FREE TO SEND EM OVER:

=Lego blocks. As many as possible.

=Silly putty (that stuff that comes in a plastic egg, kinda like dough.)

=Prismacolour markers. *drool* (Doubt anyone has these. Besides, they're too AWESOME to give away.)

In other news.
Inform the presses! I've found another Friendster trend:
More and more users are using the term 'Single and proud of it!' in their profiles..

Methinks.. no, meknows this is a clever ploy for other people to consider them. Cause nobody admits they're single, PUBLICLY, for nothing. Especially with a long line of photos of your face looking up at the camera with sparkling eyes and pursed lips. Jeez.

PS: I'm single, and proud of it.
call me.

I don't speak that dialect.

To the person who directed the commercial with the following sentence:

There's one language we all speak.
Football.

CURL UP AND DI-
I mean...

.. I don't like you.
Stereotyping piece of poopoo.
On that note, WHY DOES ALMOST EVERYONE SEEM TO LIKE FOOTBALL SO MUCH. ARGH.
Leave comments. I need a good answer.


Now, for Part 2 of this magically happy entry.

I've gone through the Friendster list, and noticed that half of the 'Friend's on it are people I barely talk to. Sure, I've seen a few at school, subtle glances while walking past each other, but that would be the highest form of contact I have with these people.

Most of them add me. I really can't brag about this, because I can't add who I don't know. Now, when I look at the same peoples' profiles, they have about over 300 friends, 100 at minimum. This scares me. This means people are going around Friendster adding and ADDING people for no reason... yeesh.
This also drives me even further to my 'theory' that people only use Friendster for seeing peoples' pictures. Sneaky little weasels.

Part 3:
I would fill this bit in with my dreams of last night and the night before, but certain people I know read this blog, and it's just too embarassing (The corny kind.) to let em out. So ha.
So all you get is this wonderful video, which is definitely compensation enough if you ask me:

Going for an English.

READ BEFORE WATCHING:
For those who don't get it..
In Britain, English people usually go to Indian restaurants (I hate the way that word is spelt) on Friday nights, and call it 'Going for an Indian'. This is the Indian version.

Part 4, because I keep coming up with stuff to add:

I've noticed a trend going 'round Messenger, where people (usually girls) have scary, fear-striking nicnames like "SHUT UP ALL OF YOU, LEAVE MI LIFE ALONE :'("
but when you start talking to them:

"Hi."
"hi"
"What's with the nicname?"
"nth la lol"

There are names with a suicidal gist too, like "nobody luvs mi, sumtimes gonna feel lik killing myslf"
But they still speak chirpy and sunshine-filled on conversations.

.. Creepy.

Pondering.

I was wondering why every country in the world (except maybe China) uses the same 'year system' as Christians do? The whole B.C and A.D thing. Not all religions have Christ in them, so why does everyone judge the current year from each year counting from AD?
Pondering, pondering..

and why don't more people use solar panels? UNLIMITED ENERGY, MAN. FEWER ELECTRICITY BILLS.

Just a few thoughts.

PS: I miss playing with silly putty. I wonder if anyone sells it any more..

Ouch.

Cycled to Sentosa with my dad and Claire yesterday. Used my elder sis' (Vic) bike cause mine was getting too small for me, proven by my knees touching the handlebars.

Does anyone else think that bicycle seats are too... thin? Who designed these things?
Anyways, because of the very uncomfortable bike seat, I woke up this morning with a very painfully aching 'rear-end'.


Man this hurts.
Ow.

The Pleasure of Sucking.

I just can't help but laugh at the Chupa-Chups' slogan that appears, ON TV, everyday:

"Chupa Chups, the pleasure of sucking"

AHAAHAHAAAHAHAA

Oh wait, there's more on their site:

"Sucking is good for you! Find out why!"

AHAHA, I am SO finding out.

"1: IT'S natural
2: IT STIMULATES your immune system
3: IT MAKES YOU feel good!
4: IT STOPS those bad habits!"

AHAHA. LETS ALL GO SUCK ON THINGS MORE. IT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!
AHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA

Short message to the Annoying.

MY LAST NAME IS NOT B__N.
It is M___l.
B__N IS HALF OF MY MIDDLE NAME.
A________ B___ S____ M_____.

B___ S____ IS AN ENGLISH INTERPRETATION OF MY MANDARIN NAME, 'W__ X____'.

My last name is M_____.
M_____.

Got it?

GOT IT SHAUN?!

Another thing, I don't have a list of people whose blogs I know of... BECAUSE I can't work the html.

[July,2,2009 - cens0rzed!]

Post fuzzy time.

Today my fuzzhead was revealed to the world. At polo training.
Not much, but they like it. :D
Surprisingly, I didn't get any

"OH MY GOD"

"YOU STUPID IDIOT, AHAHAHAHAA"

"YOU, AHAHAHAHA... AHAHAHAAHAHAHA YOU LOOK LIKE A COCONU-"

Yep, I didn't get any of that. Lucky me. Yay!
(PS: To that guy-playing-football-with-trunks-and-SHOES-on, you looked... REALLY gay. No offense.)

After polo I went out with Van, Nat and DEVAR.
I can't believe I didn't foresee Van calling the new haircut 'CEEEUUUUTE' tho. That was a shocker. She even shouted it at first sight!
Oh, and she is, as of my counting, the second person to rub my fuzzy head. First is me.
So Devar didn't know it, but he looked very.. very VERY corny. Hip-hop corny.
He had pants pulled down so far you could fit a balloon between his crotch and his pants-crotch.

(Sorry Devar, I know you don't wear that kinda underwear.)
Chains on his wrist, hair styled to the maximum, eyes squinted, head cocked up, and to top it all off, the subtle rubbing of his... DAMN EVER-GROWING GOATEE. You dick, you.
(PS: Hair growth post-mortem DOES NOT EXIST, DEVAR.)

We had fun popping bubble tea bubbles from the straws. Van and Devar were kinda disgusted-looking tho. Damn their mock-maturity. You know that shit is fun.

Fuzzy.

I just went to get my baldy haircut. It feels... fuzzy.

So I walked to the barber, in the hot sun, causing the back of my neck to go all itchy for no reason. What kept me going was the fuel of having that ever-wanted-by-myself buzzcut.

When I got there I explained the cut right away, "everywhere, same length. No, not just hair on top and nothing on the sides. Everywhere, same length."This barber has been cutting my hair for years, and keeps saying stuff like "You can do really nice stuff with your hair", and so on. I guess he wasn't too happy about doing a fuzzy, short, short, SHORT CUT on me. So he gets out the buzzer, puts the little comb on it, and mows it off... except for the fringe. The fringe he cuts short with a comb and scissors.

So when he's done with the fringe, I tell him I 'don't want a fringe'.
He holds my head and pushes up my fringe with his hand and goes "That's what you want? It might look quite ugly ahh..hh..."
I look at him and go 'Yep!'.
He stares at me and dark, billowing clouds of rain form above his shiny head. He doesn't like this. But he does it anyway.

So he's done with everything, my hair is really short, comprende for him, and I go 'Uh, just a biiit shorter.'

He stares at me with a facial expression that can be described as "WHAT THE HELL. YOUR HAIR WAS NICE AND YOU WANT IT SHORTER?!1!11!!"

He does it quick. I pay 'im, and get outtathere, beaming and brushing my head. Weeee!
Fun fact: hair grows at a speed of 0.44mm per day. If I let my hair grow during the holidays, I should get just 1.32 more centimetres of hair. Yay!

AHAHAHAHA I LOVE MY HAIR:
HAIR BENEFITS:

I get lesser dandruff.
I know what the shape of my head actually looks like now.
I DON'T HAVE A HUGE PUFFY COWLICK. WOO.
Don't need to go to the barber for months.
Hats are easier to wear.
Blows of wind are easier to feel.
The skin on my head won't be pale-white all the time.

:D

(Gosh, I wonder what my sister's gonna say when she comes back from camp today..)