Ashoka

I went to swissotel to a buffet dinner with the guys. And boy did we have a scrumptious meal. After that we decided to go clubbing. So the decision was to go to Ashoka. We went there. We queued up to get into it. As we drew closer to the counter, we all realised that none of us were up for clubbing and interacting with ladies(old) in sarees and the crowd which seemed to be lacking in youth. So we went to slack at the Macdonalds on the first floor and headed home at 2am.

I was just reminiscing the fun times all of us had in ICS. Especially when we had to perform a dance. The times we shared just can't be forgotten. One of those times.

Student: Cher! Your name what ah?
Me(for the 7th time that day): My mum forgot to give me a name.. sorry. Call me cher.

Student: Cher! You got boyfriend anot?
Me: Yea
Student: Oh cool! What's his name?
Me: Arjun
Student: Handsome?!
Me: turns away smiling(arjun rampal handsome?! what a question!)

Student: Cher! You got watch porn anot?
Me:I know you have...and no no..not yet.

Student: Cher! What is a chair?
Me(flashback to lit class during 1st 3 mths where my teacher asked the same question and noone could give an exact answer cos there was none):whatever you think a chair is..

Student: Cher! You seeeee! He hit my back!
Me: Wait, let me turn on the part of my brain which gives a damn.

Student: Cher can you be my girlfriend?
Me:Sorry, but I'm lesbian
Student:stunned, returns to his seat.

Student:Cher! Have you had sex before and what was it like and how many times have you had it?
Me: whoa whoa..relax..
Student: So you have before anot?
Me: Of cos not la.
Student: No.. but I was thinking if you could give me some pointers!
Me: Standard. Use a condom.
Student: No...not that.. as in...er...
Me: Why don't you ask your mom.

There are many more I would like to add, but these are some of the few random ones.Children these days ah.....touche

As usual I was narcoleptic..haha.. Im not sure if that's the word to use but I hope it spells boredom.
I started blog-hopping. I came across this particular blog. Simply put it, the blog was revolting.
I may not know that sleazeball of a blogger, but from his bird-scratchings(please do not take this literally), narcissism just oozed out from every line, every corner, with his oh-I'm-so-great-and-please-do-not-look-up-to-me. Who the hell would write this about themselves? In almost everyline, I think that was just the impression he was TRYING to create, acting all condescending. We'll I guess I have to hand it to him. He did just that.

And what's more, all he spewed about was about female body parts and the mere act of him 'screwing' them or some other stuff he was/would like doing to them. Obviously he was trying to show-off(though it's not something worth showing off) that he's had it all with every girl he's looked/hooked up. Come on man! Is that your only defense? Being crude? Discriminating the genitals you were born with(was he even?)? Everything he talks about is related to sex. Talk about a testosterone driven man. He undoubtedly must be a YY species.
That guy is certainly too obnoxious for his own good.

But then again, I do understand that it is his blog and he can say or do whatever he wants to and bla bla bla..we'll he certainly did/said enough to 'earn' an entry in my blog.
And lastly to those who think I'm writing about them. Just think that I'm just ranting about some other guy. So at least that'd set you off at ease.


I really wish I could link his blog here for you guys to see what I really mean, but I wouldn't want something so repugnant, vile and surfeiting to be linked in my blog.

-on the boy who thought he was too small

today's newspaper reported that a top jc student had jumped to his death from the top of anHDB building because he thought his privates were too small. words that would do justice to describe this situation elude me, but i'd try nonetheless.

it's ridiculous. it's abominable. it's asinine. it's supercallifragilisticexpialidociously STUPID.

people died for world peace and many fight to stay alive each day and what did this young boy kill himself for? a small sexual organ. now i'm trying to comprehend what went wrong in his obviously brainy head. did he actually think that gravity would exert a lengthening effect on his organ during his descent to ground zero? or that there would be she-devils in hell who would fawn over his newly-endowed body part?

he apparently had enough gray matters in his brain to enter a top jc, but his action really befits a person with a brain half the size of his blue leg (translate it to chinese for maximum effect). but seriously, if women who think that their breasts are too small were to kill themselves, the female species would have been close to extinction by now. oh well, guess that he wasnt man enough to be a man.-

This is an excerpt from eve's blog. Well put forward eve.

I can't believe I actually have a song entitled with my name.. my name you know.. my very indian name!

Sharada

Play it!

Once upon a time there was a girl
You really wouldn't call her typical
Had her own definition of cool
She lived in her own world
She had her own style her own rules
She played along like it was usual
Nobody really even knew her name
Her life was one big game

She got her head in the clouds
Sharada, Sharada
Don't know when she'll come down
Sharada, Sharada
She can't get to bed
Sharada, Sharada
She's got this song stuck in her head
(her head, her head, song stuck in her head)

Dreaming all day
That's all she did
Ever since she was a little kid
All the teacher's thought that she was slow
She was just dreaming about her show
And when they told her she's delirious
She didn't care
She's just oblivious
She likes to make everyone curious
One day she's gonna be famous

She got her head in the clouds
Sharada, Sharada
Don't know when she'll come down
Sharada, Sharada
She can't get to bed
Sharada, Sharada
She's got this song stuck in her head
(her head, her head, she's got this song stuck in her head)

She got her head in the clouds
Sharada, Sharada
Don't know when she'll come down
Sharada, Sharada
She can't get to bed
Sharada, Sharada
She's got this song stuck in her head
(her head, her head)

She got her head in the clouds
Sharada, Sharada
Don't know when she'll come down
Sharada, Sharada
She can't get to bed
Sharada, Sharada
She's got this song stuck in her head
(her head, her head, her head, her head, her head)

Haven't been blogging lately, ain't I?
2 weeks strewn with relief teaching, memory work, cramming for the SATs which I haven't done yet, so take it outta the list.
It has been a mundane week for me since all those whom I usually hang out with are in the army. And I as mentioned earlier I haven't got down to studying for my SATs( let me add AT ALL), for which god knows why I'm taking it, and I only have 3 weeks left. I'm not so worried for Math section, but is the English that worries me. The raw test I took that day proved it. I scored a mere 600 for English! Pulling down my total score to 1360. I have to drill, drill and drill. It's a matter of practice, i guess.
The students are the funnest part of my day.

shaun, his 1/4 dog, me.

wendy, me, sand, boobs.

water striders at sentosa. one of the many amazing things. see the whitish silverish one? that's the sheperd"mother", directing her young in the water. damn cool sight.

welcome aboard

fat fat me. skinny skinny they.

all from sentosaaa

it explains it all

hairin and me

Ahh...! All my friends are gonna be abducted by the armed forces. It's gonna be so boring! dang!