Sunday, May 07, 2006

"Good news, nothing's broken"

thursday morning, i skipped morning lessons to pay sengkang polyclinic a visit. i wasted about three hours and thirty bucks for an x-ray. after the doctor had examined my x-ray films, she said "very bad sprain. good news, nothing's broken." i collected some painkillers from the pharmacy and went to school to find out there's no entrepreneurship lessons. i then met up with eza and jean to slack away the two hours. anyway, eza showed me her mouse. don't blink guys, up next will be a magic performance by me.

a mouse on my palm.

i slotted my finger into a magic ring and POOF!! the mouse upsized!

HAHA, lame.

awww, school's a bore. let's skip the lessons and move on to something else.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

RAWR!

i just got woken by the pain from the sprain (wow, it rhymes) and it's at an ungodly hour of 6.06am. don't know how am i gonna walk later on but i shan't think about it now. anyway, thanks chelle for still being up to chit chat with me although you supposed to be awake now in uk. hah. back to sleep.

Oh yes, I'm in distress now

damn. i sprained my ankle badly while playing basketball today. at first it was still okay, i could still move my foot and even walk over from school to S11 but now, it's hell stiff. i think the swell gonna set in soon. gah.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

I'm in distress or having disorder, NOT!

crap. i'm hell pissed. i was rudely awaken at five in the morning by a urgent call from the nature. soon found out i had diarrhoea and it lasted till now. what the... i classify that under prank calls because i didn't eat anything that is extremely spicy. neither did i drink up a mixture of pepsi, sour plum and wasabi powder. i was such a retard just now. i got myself a small bottle of chinese carbon pills and accidentally knocked over it. now gonna pick up all the shit.

let me look up at www.dictionary.com for the definition of diarrhoea.

di·ar·rhe·a also di·ar·rhoe·a
excessive and frequent evacuation of watery feces, usually indicating gastrointestinal distress or disorder.

quite acceptable. just now i was about to laugh the bloody crap out when i accidentally skipped the 'gastrointestinal' part. i was wondering since when diarrhoea became syntoms of distress or disorder. rofl. do i look like i'm in distress or having disorder?

nevermind, another bottle of carbon pills will kill it,
out.

Monday, May 01, 2006

It all began with "boredphuck is bored"

take a look at the title, that's my msn nick. i don't know why, but i've been feeling bored, restless and as if that the future doesn't matter for the past few days. nevermind, i'll grow out of it within a few days i guess.

yesterday noon, i was bumming around online and renli suddenly msn-ed me.

♪Vǿi¢eOuŧ♫ [S&A] .:: [][ReN][] ::. += Change is the only constant =+ .:: [][仁][] ::.
lets try make ur bored interesting

boredphuck is bored.
like how

♪Vǿi¢eOuŧ♫ [S&A] .:: [][ReN][] ::. += Change is the only constant =+ .:: [][仁][] ::.
WANNA GO EAT DINNER?

of course i agreed. he's just so steady when it comes to going slacking. we called up a few ogl friends and met at chomp chomp. we ordered like no nobody's damn business and ended up paying ten plus each. what the hell man, it's not that feeling. i guess the food there are just for leisure tasting. oh yes, we bumped into this white tiger(a huge cat actually) which was loitering around all the seats. we were the only magnanimous group that allowed it to snuggle up below the table but it scratched me when i tried to play with it. anti-social man, or maybe it was a white tiger club. who knows.

after dinner, we headed for some sucky pool hall at kovan. eugene and renli, you guys are good. play more next time. soon after that, mike, olive and eugene left for home.

the next destination was the arcade with remaining renli, gene, chuan lim and i.
pssst... sharing a little secret over here.
promise not to tell others okay?
are you sure?
no, i wanna do the hook peenky shit before feeling assured.
alright, here it goes.

really don't tell anybody else hor! you know what? gene, chuan lim and i, three guys played percussion freaks (the arcade drumming game). oh no, this is not the secret. the secretive part is that WE HAVE THREE MEN PLAYING IT AND YET WE COULDN'T EVEN GET PAST A STAGE RATED AT TWENTY-FOUR!

that's damn paiseh you know. luckily it was twelve plus and there were only a few emokids hanging around the place.

next stop was gene's void deck. before getting there, we got some peanuts and light alcohol from 7-11 while gene went up to get ice and stuffs. somehow, he took very long to come down that we improvised the wall edge as bottle opener to open our bacardis, hooch, whatever. when he finally came down, we all finished the drinks. rofl. gene came down for a while and soon he had to leave.

i suggested chuan lim and renli bunking over my place and so we started of our kovan-punggol expedition. along the way, we sang to kill boredom. we sang solos, groups and even composed sick perverted funny songs (which i'll not tell you the contents). see, we sit club members are talented! we were thinking if there's no guest appearance for our voiceout event, we all will get on stage and put up a good song. back to the expedition, i kept telling the guys my house is just straight down and left. and everytime we came to a junction, they'll hope that we've reached my place already. and finally, we completed our expedition, braving through dangers and overcoming the odds. heh, pure rubbish.