I realised while I was reading through my damn early blog posts that I was more twit and gay in my writings that I thought I was...
I feel so wierd after reading those entries, cause they were like a meek attempt at trying to be ... hip? or cool? Don't know lah...
I also realised I was much more motivated in my secondary school days, as slack as I was, I knew when to buck up to do decently, unlike now. Man, what has happened to me?
Raging hormones when I came to JC due to being a monk in a monastery for ten years? (hey, more interesting than saying I was in a boys' school right?) Failure to adapt to my environment when I thought I had? A mistake in putting my priorities right?
I have got to get through this phase man...
Over and out...
Bah...It's like near 7 now and I'm still bleedy chionging my tuition homework due at 8 p.m....
It's all thanks to my procrasination, now as the june hols are drawing to a close, I haven't really achieved much. Plus, I'm going overseas next week, which pretty much screws up everything as well.
Yesterday after tuition, I went out with a couple of the guys, YK, Pier and Zi Tong, going to the usual steamboat place at AMK and gorging ourselves nuts. Shit man, two buffets within 2 weeks, Mondo Whack. I can forget about losing weight sia...(not that I think much about it though :P) Just so happens that we are all in different schools, with YK in Temasek Poly, Pier in CJC and Zi Tong in AJC. Was pretty fun hanging out with them, and eating from roughly the time the place opened till the time they were packing up, lol. Talked about all kind of random stuff, like school, bags, other dudes and of course, here and there, girls. Hey, we are a bunch of normal hot-blooded males man, what do you expect? And we are also a bunch of single males, which means we have 0 guilt talking about stuff like that.
After that, did the usual tradition of walking back to Serangoon from AMK. Saw a few fucking bikers at the zebra crossing wheezing up and down some cemented slope at the edge of soem turnng. One particular biker wanted to use me as a obstacle. Obviously I was rather pissed, and after walking about 5 metres away, I uttered a Hokkien expletive , describing the female ananomy in a rather crude way, loud enough for those fucking bastards to hear. I swear if I actually got knocked down by them, all hell will break loose. The 4 of us at the scene could definitely take on those 14/15 year old SOBs, and fling their so-called 'stunt bikes' in their faces. Heck man, next time I walk past there, I'm gonna stuff a metal pole in my bag and as soon as they come within an inch of me, then smack them, all over the floor, smack them, till they get sore(and bleeding).
Later, over and out
