Dist - Good or Bad?

I feel sorry for the people who gets A's and DIST's.

I mean it looks really bad judging by this system.

F -> Fantastic!!!
E -> Excellent...
D -> Decent
C -> Commendable
B -> Bad
A -> Atrocious =(
Dist -> Definitely ill-fated sickening torture! =x

I think we should change to the following system. It makes marking for examinations a little for fun for both students and teachers.

"Hey, what grade you think you can get for your Maths CA?"

"Nah, think I can only get DIST?"

"WAH! Distinction? So confident?"

"No la, definitely ill-fated sickening torture for the teachers."





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MP: Magnificent People

I think I have a brand new super hero.

It's not easy to stand up saying things are getting expensive!

Man, you are my hero!





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For The Little Things In Life

For the little things in life, we don’t really notice it.

For the little things in life, we don’t really care about it.

For the little things in life, we don’t really know about it.

For the little things in life, we don’t really know how to appreciate it.

For the little things in life, we don’t really know what it is.

For the little things in life, please don’t stop.

We only appreciate the big things, but not the little things.

All big endings come from a small beginning, and if we don't really know how to appreciate the big things, how do we know the significance of each small things to become something big?

It relates to everything we do in our life. It think it is important that we have this concept where we must think small first before thinking big. If we are too ambitious, then we are heading towards a disaster.





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3 Malay Girls and 1 Uncle

It is never a convincing headline to begin with.

I was on board of the MRT, on my way home after clinical consultation today when I saw there were 3 Malay girls sitting by the side of the train playing among themselves.

Technically speaking, apart from sitting at the handicapped area (which most people do that) and making quite a fair bit of noise, I don't really find anything else wrong. 3 Malay girls going home after school, sitting on the train having some fun, how much more wrong can it get?

Plenty.

I was blasting music through my ears as usual, thinking of what the doctor said, when this uncle approached them.

"Keep quiet can? You all are very noisy." Then the uncle remained there, he never really looked at them but I'm sure that he was there to make sure they quieten down. It was rather rude.

That's when all hell broke loose.

Everyone at the carriage turned at looked at them, in rather unfriendly manner. Some auntie shook their head, some started to rattle rather bad things in Chinese, and there was this old lady who wanted to complain to the uncle about it, but had second thoughts about it.

I think it's the way the message put across to the girls was wrong. It was wrong of the girls to be noisy, but still it didn't really warrant that kind of tone from that uncle. It was very harsh and the uncle sounds as if they were doing something really horrible, like murdering when it is just making a little bit loud noise than usual.

Secondly, those people who were giving them the cold eye were wrong. It's public train and they had done technically nothing wrong, and they didn't warrant that sort of atmosphere. It was unbearable.

Oh well, at least the girls recover fast. Once the uncle alighted from the train, they were making noises again. This time, it was louder than before.

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If you just realize, surferboi is officially a dead blog. I deleted it.

Thanks for the memories, I won't miss them.

Thanks to everyone who read this space actively, I have been busy of late so I didn't really update as much. Hopefully after the start of next month, I would have contents to start writing again.

I know some of you read this even though I don't link you, people like Elaine, Selin, Rhea, or whoever else. Thanks guys and girls, I really do appreciate your support. It won't be as good or as popular as before, but I hope you will be back for more.





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Sex Scandal

Crocodile tears are of no use.

The guy may say sorry, but was it ever sincere?

You can cry all you really want but then the pictures and videos are circulating around.

The more you cry, the worser it gets.

There's no way of returning back to normal life, the pictures and videos are all here to stay.

Oh well, at least the public is being entertained by actors and actress having sex.





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When We Were Young...

I really enjoyed my primary school days. I think it was really fun.

I didn't come from an all glamor primary school, I came from St. Anthony's. It is around 300 steps away from the new main gate.

It's been 8 years since I graduated from it.

I don't actually remember much of my friends who were in it actually. I do remember their names, but I don't recall how they look like except when they graduated.

I met one of my closer primary school's friend, Cassidy, today on board of the bus. At first I didn't really notice him, but until he said his name, I was like: (No offence, buddy!)

"WOW! You slimmed down a lot!" Well, slimming 35kg is not simple task!

We talked about life after school and such. Talk about our missing buddies, talk about the fire that happened yesterday at his block (It was huge!).

He reminded me of people I once used to be closed with. Keith, Dexter, all the gang etc etc, and it brought really good flashbacks.

I think we are quite close because we went tuition together. All my tuition mates were close friends to me.

How I miss those days.





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Listening

I think my driving instructor have a lot of faith in me.

I don't have the same instructor all the time (I'm in free group where any instructor can teach me), but he taught me once before today. Admittedly, I quite like him because he is such a slacker, but yet he teaches well.

It was outside on the road when he decided that he was too bored, so he decided to take my phone out and blasted rock music inside the car, and started a sing along session in the car.

It was really funny. Imagine a teacher sitting inside a car, wearing sunglasses, leaning backwards and started singing loudly.

However, no matter how funny it really was, but still it was serious. When you need some guidance, he would sit upwards and try to guide you as much as he can.

To pass driving test in Singapore, the maximum demerit points you can deduct is 18 points. At the end of the day, we calculated, and it comes to my realization that I failed by over accumulation.

I failed the mock test. 26 demerit points.

I didn't even get a single demerit for the circuit, but if strictly so I only would had been deduct 2 points for delaying moving off (My instructor said he can finishing eating hor fun and drink kopi by the time I moved off).

I'm good at circuit because I always use the same trick for the same courses and it can never be wrong. Stop, compose yourself and move off.

The worst?

The rest of the 24 points you should know where I got deducted from (Road). 4 times never signal properly, 4 times never check blind spot fully, and 4 times for failing to use appropriate gear.

Absolutely insane. I got deducted points for something I know I must do all the time.

All in all, he tells me what is my worst mistake. The same old age problem.

Forget this, forget that.

I think forgetfulness is never a good reason for failing a driving test.

Oh god, please give me an extra RAM card!

I really enjoyed driving today. The singing, the laughs and the jokes makes driving a whole lot fun than before. I think it's fun learning driving, but once you get the license, it won't be as fun anymore.





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Tiring Week

I guess it's true.

There's a famous saying goes something like this.

When your Monday starts off tiring, the whole week tend to being tired. It's not Monday blues, Monday blues has nothing to be with being tired!

Blues means (as quoted from www.dictionary.com) depressed spirits; despondency; melancholy. Where the hell is the word "tired" among those 3 words?

Anyway, I didn't really sleep as much on Sunday. I don't know why, but I just can't put my mind off to sleep. I think I only slept for about 3 hours before I started my driving lessons at 0950.

After Monday, I slept really well for the rest of week. Heck, I can even sleep 9 hours for one day, but I'm still really tired.

Today is Saturday, I feel that my week has been so tiring that I had the impression that I was really busy for the week, then in fact, I spent my whole week rotting away.

It's really not very good to feel tired for the wrong reasons. I think I need a change in lifestyle.





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Unromantic Dates

Today is the most dreaded day of my life.

I hate valentine's day. I just can't get the hot babes to go out with me. DAMN!

Even if I were to go out with a hot babe, I won't do the following:

1. Bringing her to eat at MacDonald's

I've seen a guy bringing her girlfriend eating at MacDonald's. The guy is about 20, and the girl is only in secondary school.

Hey guy, please try to live up to the occasion? Bring her go somewhere else instead of kissing in MacDonald's.

I'm cool with that, but the kids ain't. Bad, bad influence!

*2. Buying her a notebook

For ****?

Please insert any 4-lettered vulgarities.

Paste your photos all over? Write exams note?

I seriously can't see the logic of giving notebook to a girl as a gift. Please enlighten me, unless you say she will write good things about you in the notebook. Think perspectively, who would still do that when there's this thing called blogger?

*Unless the girl requested, which I highly doubt so.

3. Buying her dead flowers

Roses are red, violet's are blue? But roses look so black during valentine's day!

When you thought your flowers are still 'alive", they are mostly dying.

No valentine's day flowers are fresh, they are mostly half-dead.

It's reality. It's true, it's damn true.

4. Buying her a bloody big bear

Bear size doesn't seems representative of love.

If I want to show my love, then ain't my bear will be as big as Earth, or the whole space?

The bigger the bear doesn't mean the more the guy loves you. It just cause more nuisance when boarding the bus.

Anyway the bigger the bear, the more hideous it gets. If it ends up looking like furbee, I won't be really surprised.



5. Trying to be different from myself

I am a natural. I'm that sort of what-you-see-is-what-you-get person. If you think I'm nice, then I would be nice to you, and if you think I'm highly obnoxious, then I would be a highly obnoxious person to you.

I won't go impress my date with something that is not representative of myself.

I've seen somebody trying so hard not to be himself in front of the girl. He's trying overly too hard to impress her.

It's so bloody obvious that the guy is play-acting.

Hey, even Christiano Ronaldo can play-act better than you!

Boooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, I was just lying about dating a hot babe. I don't really want a hot babe. (I'm still a guy after all and all guys would love to have a hot babe!) I just want a girl who really cares about me.

What's the point of dating a pretty girl when she's just an ornament who doesn't care about you and only thin for herself?

On a final note, I just want to wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day! For good or for the bad, it's just another occasion that lasts for 24 hours.





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Flowers

I have been looking at flowers for the past 3 valentine's day. Thankfully, I'm not going to look at them this year. I have officially declared early age retirement from the industry. I believe it was the right time for me to move on because I have lost the energy and passion for it already.

However, it has been an interesting experience working for an florist company during valentine's day. The atmosphere was absolutely electrifying, and everyone would be running around, and shouting can be heard frequently.

I think everyone should try working for an florist company during valentine's day. It will be a good experience, it helps to build your mental strength and physically capabilities.

It requires a lion heart to withstand pressure set upon your shoulder. You are working with pressure all the time and everyone is very dependent on each other. If you do things independently, you will take a longer time to finish and slows the whole team down, and everyone will start to feel unhappy and results in an unpleasant situation. You must always be in clear of what you are doing as well even though the pressure is on you. Team work is essential.

A person must be physically able to withstand 4 hours of sleep and working through late nights. I was able to hold myself not to sleep for 36 hours till the season was over, for my case was different because I had to carry on working even everyone else had gone home. The work load is never ending, the amount of people ordering flowers for valentine's day is "never-ending", so the crew have to keep working, and working to produce the goods.

My job?

I was just a runner, helping out with operations and transport. I had to help to get the right flowers for the florists, make sure that the flowers were put in the correct day and delivery timing and location, and as well as making sure that the cold room is able to hold as much flowers as it can.

I can easily spend about 2 hours trying to pack the cold room, 1 hour making sure every bouquet is at the right place and the rest of the time trying to give assistance. Apart from that, I also had to be a temporary human resource personnel, making sure everyone is alright.

What makes me like this job is because of the challenge. The challenge to myself and see how I can push beyond my limit. You would be surprised by how strong/weak you actually are.

Think it is an easy job?

Think again.





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Have You Ever?

I extracted this from one of my folders while I reformatted my computer yesterday

I think it is very meaningful. It originated from an email. I keep emails from time to time.

"Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?
Saying something and wishing you hadn't?, or
Saying nothing and wishing you had?

I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say.
Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them.

If you do, they might break your heart...
If you don't, you might break theirs.

Have u ever decided not 2 become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person?

Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't.
You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own........
When you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to.

Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you?

Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much...
For fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all.

Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle?

We tell lies when we are afraid...
Afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us

But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.

Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump.

Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could have had.

* What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say good-bye?

*What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be
there?

*What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? (even if it is that you don't care anymore)

*What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn't have them?

*What would you do if you never got the *chance* to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I love them?*

*People live, but people die.

*I want to tell you that you are a friend.

If you died tomorrow (God Forbid)

You would be in my heart.
Would I be in yours?

If you *care* about me as much as I care about you

You might be *best friends* one year, pretty good friends the next year, don't talk that often the next, and don't want to talk at all the year after that.

*So, I just wanted to say, even if I **never talk to you again in my life, you are **special *to me and you have made a difference in my life,

*I* *look up* to you, *respect you*, *truly cherish* you , most of all I CARE about friends"

Thank you to whoever send this email.

It knocked sense into me after reading this. I realize how silly I has been for the past few months.

I think the person that matters the most to you is the person you think of late at night, and making you feel good when the thought comes.





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Skype

I don't normally use Skype because no one talks to me on Skype. It's not a widely used program though many didn't know that it is really cheap to use Skype.

I decided to uninstall a few days back, and it popped out this window.



















It is really cute!





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Beer Girl

I think it's quite a bad way to start a brand new lunar year with a huge quarrel.

This was what happened to my neighbors. They started off with quite a bang, without fireworks that is. They should had borrowed some from the Chinese New Year countdown crew. They simply wasted it, all those viewers on TV didn't get much of glimpse of the fireworks.

They were quarreling about playing with woman, using the wife's money. It's a hideous crime, no doubt about it. I swore I'll be faithful to my wife, if I ever have one, because I think I am already very lucky to have one girl who wants to our lives together. Even finding a girlfriend is like climbing Mount Everest.

It made me remind of one memory that dated back a few months ago, regarding a group of uncles and a beer girl.

She was really pretty, probably from the make up. I was with mummy eating dinner when the beer girl came up to the drink counter to buy drink. I don't think she is local, probably Malaysian, but I can hint that she was really sad from her voice.

Then she turned to look at me, her eyes were sore. She took the beers, forced a smile on her face, wiped her eyes, turned her body around and went back happily entertaining those uncles, who had their hands all over her, while they stuffed money into the pocket, or into her sensitive areas. It was really disgusting.

I really pitied the beer girl, having dirty uncles touching her, and stuffing money into places where guys should not be even touching her (Peaks. Sounds obvious now?)

My mum read my mind and said, "Thank god your dad is not like them. I think I have a well behaved husband!" I told her "Because he had a lioness as a wife!" We both laughed it off.

It leads me back to the shouting event. I think I might had figured what they are fighting about.

He might saw a pretty woman, and got attracted. She seduced him. Slowly but surely, he squandered money on her. When he runs out of money, he resorts stealing from his wife.

It's sad in all ways, for the woman, for the husband, for the wife, for the kids, and for the neighbors.

Anyway Happy Chinese New Year to all!





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Something?

Okay, my home needs money!

What?

You said you had something for every home! No money how to buy Chinese New Year stuffs?

Where? Your poster said LA!





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Deja Vu?

Yours truly was shopping with mummy yesterday.

Mummy wanted to shop at Jurong West and I complied. It's been a while since I shop with mummy.

I was strolling, and mummy was walking very quickly because she was interested to buy mandarin oranges. It was snobbishly expensive, and I wasn't really interested to squeeze into the enthusiastic crowd (whom just wanted to sample and remove themselves from the scene, like what she did) to see such overpriced item, so I remained behind.

I was peeling the orange my mum got it for me, and looking around for good spot to hide from the crowd when I saw this girl.

I think she has the same feeling because she looked at me the same way I was looking at her, confused.

It lasted for few seconds, but it left me wondering.

Where the heck I see her before? I'm really sure I have seen her somewhere before, but I can't remember.





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I will be a lot happier when...

1. People won't fight for money.

I will have a peaceful ears. Very.

2. People won't back mouth each other.

I will have a peaceful life.

3. People won't call me at 12.45 am, and at 8am. (Late night to early morning)

Who dares to call me when I'm sleeping? Hmph!

4. I am smarter.

Who doesn't want to be smarter?

5. I am better looking.

So that at least I won't feel very bad wearing formal wear.

6. I am richer.

Who doesn't want money too? You can donate to me.

7. There were no cockroaches.

Cockroaches ruin my life.

8. Life has more colors.

I think my life is so dull that I feel like studying after exams.

9. We will never be afraid of dying.

I'm afraid of dying. Period. I think all of us are.

10. Cute girls wearing spaghetti.

I think they would really be more attractive.

I have weakness of girls wearing spaghetti. I'm sorry, I'm a guy!





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Outing with Classmates

We, or rather, they decided to go Seoul Garden (Marina Square) after exams.

The service was absolutely trash. The middle age lady, who was at the counter, was very unhelpful. She was very rude to us, she made the whole experience very unpleasant.

This is one very funny picture.



















It is funny! Say it is, I don't care!

Zura and I are always acting lame whenever we get the chance to do so.

We spent about 3 and a half hours at Seoul Garden.

Then we went to cam-whore. We really had nothing better to do.

I always avoid the camera, but for the fun of it...

Without any further ado...

Let me introduce them. Hazmi, Eric, and me finish the guys' team. Zura and Hana finish the girls' team. All from left to right.



















We went to Esplanade!

There was this lady painting rats on the wall. It looked really nice!



















We went to the roof!

It was really dark, and it was drizzling.



















I don't know where I am looking.

Hey I thought the camera was there? Oh dear, oh dear!



















Hana and me!

I like to call her Hanana. We are from the same secondary school, GreenRidge. It was such a pure coincidence. She is the senior though, when I was in secondary 2, she was in secondary 4.



















"Zura, what is that?"

"It's a bird?"

"It's a plane?"

"IT'S A..."
























Don't ask me.

I have no idea why I want to dig my ears at that time, but...

IT IS COOL!



















My brudder, Eric.

He is always the one making things happen!

He can always think out of the box, he is the leader.

For your information, Eric is Hana's boyfriend, we call them Haric. Sounds cool, eh?



















I don't really know how to describe it except for one word.

Lame!

I told you earlier, Zura and I are always acting lame whenever we want to.



















I ran out of inspiration.

Hana is a rather tall girl though.

Lastly...
























I have no idea how Hazmi was able to get this shot in.

Simply amazing.

We were at the end of the escalator, and he just anyhow snapped. If he was later by 1 second, he would had fell over.

So much for cam-whoring. All in all, it was a fun evening.





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Unofficial Graduation

This is what happens after 3rd year students were declared as unofficial graduates.

The happiness sadness, the overjoy reluctance were there for all to see.



















This was the seating plan before exams started.

This was what happen afterwards.



















Absolutely insane!

Everyone was rather happy upset.



















There were loads of singing and partying.

It was long overdue.





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