From what I hear, my blog's entertaining and makes people laugh. I won't deny that *extreme coughing*, just for the record, I'm not some egoistic maniac who just loves his own jokes. Well okay, I laugh at my own jokes all the time and I do have quite a big ego. But I'm not a maniac. And, it really makes me motivated to write the shit I do write. Even though sometimes my post might get a little controversial and cause certain really close friends/advisers that stay up 4am at night to reprimand me of my naive thinking and ways of life. *extreme coughing twice*
But really, if you do visit my blog frequently or not, leave a tag. It helps. When nobody tags I usually go back to the more emotional shit that's inside of me and not that wacky lame shitass dude that makes you LOL and -.- at the same time.
Now, back to serious (not really) business. And that's right, I spelt business correctly. WHUT.
So, I don't usually do emotional dedications, even though I just did one to my maids in the previous post. But I meant emotional dedications like those kind of consoling crap on my blog to a certain person I don't mention. Well, I suppose I do those consoling shit quite often but that's not the point. There is no point however. This post shall go on without more bullshit.
Basically, relationships is my topic today/tonight/midnight/2.44am.
Dedicated to Aussie animals. Whut. That was a pretty obvious clue wasn't it, LOL.
I miss the good ol' days where guys were true, and sincere. Not saying I've BEEN in those good ol' days but I'm just saying. These days relationships can last 67 days and people go "Oh my dear, you were the love of my life, please come back, don't leave me." Dude, you're 14. Its technically not your "life" yet. Unless the world ends at 2012 then yes, this is your life. But I'm a non-believer in that. Funny how I'm always contradictive with my words.
Sure, you're in love and there's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong being in a relationship either. In fact its a wonderful feeling. Fact of the matter is, these days, as quoted by Facebook Likes : "monthsaries exist because this days relationships don't reach anniversaries". I can't express my hate towards the word monthsary. It just sounds so wrong. Its not right. It sounds so degrading. Happy monthsary? Its only been a month. 1st month 2nd month sounds, slightly better, to an extent. But I'm not complaining about words here.
If you're in a relationship or had one, (NOT THAT I KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT), I suggest you don't take it TOO seriously. I've always felt that dating is just to get to know the other person better, and see whether you are compatible. Because let's be honest, how many people get through a relationship at 14 and make it to marriage? *cough*mybrother*cough*
If you've fallen out or broken up, don't be too disheartened. There are other fish in the pond. (Even though some might not be so stupid to catch the bait, lmao. Get the joke? Nvm). Because once again, there's never much of a realistic chance you'll make it all the way.
And I still don't believe, that no matter what you two went through at this age (no sex joke here), that he's the best guy to ever exist. No "best guys to ever exist" dump a girl just because he didn't have feelings for her anymore. Furthermore, that "best guy" wouldn't even date you unless he was sure he really really loved you. Trust me, if that guy's the best guy you've GOT TO make more friends.
Get over him. Just get over him. Sometimes things just don't work out and there's NOTHING you can do about it. No matter how many 0's you put in your decimal percentage chance you'll get back with him, It won't happen. Unless of course there's a miracle. But what are the odds.
You just got to let go, and truly truly tell your heart that he ain't worth it. If you are truly beautiful in there (I meant heart, you sick ***), the right person will come. Also, if other people come knocking your door and you don't really like them or want them to be your partner, just reject them. No matter how much its gonna hurt the guy.
Thing is, the trick is to reject the guy as harshly as possible and pound him till every inch of dignity in him flies to Africa. He'll get over it, even if he cries a few times in bed. If he tries to cut himself or thinks about suicide, then he's a pussy. If you don't do that, he'll probably come pestering you again because he thinks "Persistance is the key". It doesn't work that way, well, sometimes. Unless its the movies then yes, it works.
I might have gone slightly out of point but that's all I gotta say. Once again, its only my opinion. Don't have to be so serious about it. Signing off after Tottenham's 2 - 1 victory over Liverpool at 3.08am, good night Singapore.
-Renald
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Let things be alright.
As I walked through the floors of Orchard Mall, I heard the Yo Gabba Gabba cast singing the song "I'm so excited" which definitely didn't make me excited, I looked over to my left and saw hundreds of kids and their parents gathered around the stage listening to the extremely caucasian language of the show's host, and laughed at how the kids didn't understand a word he was saying.
So basically, on Friday I came back from the class chalet, ate lunch at AMK Hub along with some awesome peepo and reached home at 12. I used the computer for at most 2 hours before falling into deep sleep on my bed. I woke up at 7, had some awesome dinner, and fell asleep at 9 again. Because of my brother, I woke up at 12.30am not knowing what exactly happened to me. My brother advised that I don't immediately sleep, if not I'd wake up the next morning completely worn out and tired. So, I watched television and used the comp till 4am and then slept.
By somewhat miracle, I woke up at 10am on the dot. I asked my maid to buy me the last breakfast she was ever going to buy me, Sausage Mcmuffin with Egg, coupled with a nice warm cup of milo. Enjoyed the meal.
After which I slacked till 2pm and got the money from my parents to go and pay the general office for the Julia Gabriel's workshop which I largely did not attend. On the way to school I saw a couple of trackers, one of em' was blaming me for slacking. Didn't mind that. I had to walk through the heavy rain to and fro the school because there was no direct shelter. Why walk? Because I learnt that running in rain makes more rain hit you. That's right. Don't remember who told me that tho.
So, I reached back khatib and bought myself some chicken rice and a nice cup of blueberry milk tea. Ate it and bathed, and wore my new Purple-Blue collar-White and orange sleeved-slightly V-necked shirt, which VAR picked out for me. Then, set off to Orchard with my parents and maid. Since she never really went out of Yishun since she arrived two years ago.
So, tomorrow is the last day she's gonna be here. And tomorrow's the last day I'm ever going to enjoy the services of a maid. I think its going to be a big change. For the whole family, really. I used to wake up and call my maid's name, give her some money and wake up with breakfast on the table. Its not going to be like that anymore.
I feel so ashamed, I don't even know where to buy some of the breakfast she buys back (Its a secret no one in my family knows). Because if they did I'd get a rollicking. Afterall I've stayed in the area for over 9 years.
But seriously though, so many things are going to be different. I have to wash my own clothes, wash my own plates, close all the windows and doors before I get out of home. And when I do get home I have to open the doors myself, and not just ring a doorbell. All those might sound pretty normal but really, in the past 14 years of my life I've been living a life of just pure luxury. In terms of home sense, of course.
I think I do know why my parents decided to stop getting a maid, I gotta start learning to do things on my own. When I wake up on Monday morning, my life changes. Everything is gonna be different. I'm living my own life now. Cleaning up the beds, having my own room. My brother's gonna move to the room my maid once slept at.
I guess its time. Well, I'm pretty damn sure my maid won't come onto this blog but I just gotta say this. Well, to all my previous maid's that took care of me :
Thank you oh so much. To my first two maids, I know I was a pain in the ass. I cried and cried and cried over every small thing. I wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep. I'd cry because you would refuse to carry me upstairs to my room, even at 6 years old. I'm pampered shit man. To my third and fourth maids, I know I was STILL a pain in the ass. Still pampered shit, I'll scold you for every little detail that wasn't even your fault, and you'll still put up with my crap and continue doing the dirty work for me. To my last two maids, well, thanks. Since then I suppose I wasn't that much a pain in the butthole but I was still stubborn many two a times. Thanks, really, for everything.
What's a dedication without names? Judy, Lynn, Melissa, Madelia, Rolyn, Alicia.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH! And, no, alicia is not a red manequine. Sorry btw, for using your name in a horror story I made in the chalet.
Alright, enough for the credits. If there's time I'll post again tonight. Completely unrelated to day's events. More of a joke. Kay, bye.
-Renald
Hmmm.. We'll see.
So basically, on Friday I came back from the class chalet, ate lunch at AMK Hub along with some awesome peepo and reached home at 12. I used the computer for at most 2 hours before falling into deep sleep on my bed. I woke up at 7, had some awesome dinner, and fell asleep at 9 again. Because of my brother, I woke up at 12.30am not knowing what exactly happened to me. My brother advised that I don't immediately sleep, if not I'd wake up the next morning completely worn out and tired. So, I watched television and used the comp till 4am and then slept.
By somewhat miracle, I woke up at 10am on the dot. I asked my maid to buy me the last breakfast she was ever going to buy me, Sausage Mcmuffin with Egg, coupled with a nice warm cup of milo. Enjoyed the meal.
After which I slacked till 2pm and got the money from my parents to go and pay the general office for the Julia Gabriel's workshop which I largely did not attend. On the way to school I saw a couple of trackers, one of em' was blaming me for slacking. Didn't mind that. I had to walk through the heavy rain to and fro the school because there was no direct shelter. Why walk? Because I learnt that running in rain makes more rain hit you. That's right. Don't remember who told me that tho.
So, I reached back khatib and bought myself some chicken rice and a nice cup of blueberry milk tea. Ate it and bathed, and wore my new Purple-Blue collar-White and orange sleeved-slightly V-necked shirt, which VAR picked out for me. Then, set off to Orchard with my parents and maid. Since she never really went out of Yishun since she arrived two years ago.
So, tomorrow is the last day she's gonna be here. And tomorrow's the last day I'm ever going to enjoy the services of a maid. I think its going to be a big change. For the whole family, really. I used to wake up and call my maid's name, give her some money and wake up with breakfast on the table. Its not going to be like that anymore.
I feel so ashamed, I don't even know where to buy some of the breakfast she buys back (Its a secret no one in my family knows). Because if they did I'd get a rollicking. Afterall I've stayed in the area for over 9 years.
But seriously though, so many things are going to be different. I have to wash my own clothes, wash my own plates, close all the windows and doors before I get out of home. And when I do get home I have to open the doors myself, and not just ring a doorbell. All those might sound pretty normal but really, in the past 14 years of my life I've been living a life of just pure luxury. In terms of home sense, of course.
I think I do know why my parents decided to stop getting a maid, I gotta start learning to do things on my own. When I wake up on Monday morning, my life changes. Everything is gonna be different. I'm living my own life now. Cleaning up the beds, having my own room. My brother's gonna move to the room my maid once slept at.
I guess its time. Well, I'm pretty damn sure my maid won't come onto this blog but I just gotta say this. Well, to all my previous maid's that took care of me :
Thank you oh so much. To my first two maids, I know I was a pain in the ass. I cried and cried and cried over every small thing. I wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep. I'd cry because you would refuse to carry me upstairs to my room, even at 6 years old. I'm pampered shit man. To my third and fourth maids, I know I was STILL a pain in the ass. Still pampered shit, I'll scold you for every little detail that wasn't even your fault, and you'll still put up with my crap and continue doing the dirty work for me. To my last two maids, well, thanks. Since then I suppose I wasn't that much a pain in the butthole but I was still stubborn many two a times. Thanks, really, for everything.
What's a dedication without names? Judy, Lynn, Melissa, Madelia, Rolyn, Alicia.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH! And, no, alicia is not a red manequine. Sorry btw, for using your name in a horror story I made in the chalet.
Alright, enough for the credits. If there's time I'll post again tonight. Completely unrelated to day's events. More of a joke. Kay, bye.
-Renald
Hmmm.. We'll see.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Believe your body can mend
Hey there, its chalet day. I honestly never thought I'd have the capabilities to plan a chalet, though the chalet haven't started yet. I think its gonna turn out okay. Since the first day I started asking the class questions about the chalet, I never thought this day would come. Basically because usually all the class outings I've planned were sorta fail. This however, isn't exactly an outing. Thus.. bravo?
Well, okay. After posting I am going to brush my teeth, eat my breakfast, bathe and then set off to complete my mission. This mission is extremely risky, as all the timings are not confirmed, AT ALL. I might reach at 10 and end up the target is unlocked at 11? I might set up trap and target arrives at 9? Okay, I'm talking bullshit. Forget all that urine.
If time permits, I'll definitely blog in the chalet. Hopefully my bag has enough space and I figure out a way to stuff my laptop charger in it. So, that's about it.
I sincerely hope everything turns out alright. Let it turn out alright!
-Renald
Well, okay. After posting I am going to brush my teeth, eat my breakfast, bathe and then set off to complete my mission. This mission is extremely risky, as all the timings are not confirmed, AT ALL. I might reach at 10 and end up the target is unlocked at 11? I might set up trap and target arrives at 9? Okay, I'm talking bullshit. Forget all that urine.
If time permits, I'll definitely blog in the chalet. Hopefully my bag has enough space and I figure out a way to stuff my laptop charger in it. So, that's about it.
I sincerely hope everything turns out alright. Let it turn out alright!
-Renald
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Us, us, us, us.
Its better if you don't understand,
Because you wont know what its like until you try.
Oh I~ I'll be waiting on the other side
And you ~ all you gotta do is cross the line
I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just gotta decide
But I~ I'll be waiting on the other, waiting on the other side.
Bruno Mars, Cee Lo Green, B.O.B. Wicked combination.
Ahhh, I wonder what's going on? Who's hurt, who's hurting? I feel as if though its two different viewpoints of where things are going right now. Those words, those sentences, those hearts. What do they mean? Seems a lot like that old me, just in a different situation. Aren't things getting better? If so, what's with all those quotes? I don't get it. Just tell me.
Baby whatcha say?
Ohh that you only meant well, of course you did.
Ohh whatcha say..
Ohh that its all for the best, of course it is.
Shall sleep before 12. (Y) Fantastico.
-Renald
Hope it doesn't feel like insomnia.
Because you wont know what its like until you try.
Oh I~ I'll be waiting on the other side
And you ~ all you gotta do is cross the line
I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just gotta decide
But I~ I'll be waiting on the other, waiting on the other side.
Bruno Mars, Cee Lo Green, B.O.B. Wicked combination.
Ahhh, I wonder what's going on? Who's hurt, who's hurting? I feel as if though its two different viewpoints of where things are going right now. Those words, those sentences, those hearts. What do they mean? Seems a lot like that old me, just in a different situation. Aren't things getting better? If so, what's with all those quotes? I don't get it. Just tell me.
Baby whatcha say?
Ohh that you only meant well, of course you did.
Ohh whatcha say..
Ohh that its all for the best, of course it is.
Shall sleep before 12. (Y) Fantastico.
-Renald
Hope it doesn't feel like insomnia.
Friday, November 19, 2010
When love and paper balls collide.
Firstly..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO VIVIENNE LIAU! :D
Thanks for being an awesome -friend- ! Really glad that I met you (: So.. hope you enjoyed your birthday! ~
ANYWAY, great news related to my computer, I FOUND MY SGUIGGLY! ~ Not this piece of rectangular ¬ . Its not really rectangular but it does have an edge on it. My keyboard's all mixed up so I don't really know where the keys are, but I found it! Tralala ~
So basically, on Thursday I went for Track and Field training, then today I worked the last day of my bookshop shift along with Venus, Amelia, Madeleine and Tinwing. And.. not to forget, the cute cute little boy (which coincidentally looks A LOT like the past me ) Gabriel! Though I'm DEFINITELY not trying to say I WAS a cute cute little boy. Of course not.
Well once again we had fun playing paper volleyball/dodgeball/baseball when "Lady Boss" wasn't around. I think she caught us playing and was furious but whattheheck. We then went opposite to drink Bubbletea and our Chicken Burgers/Hashbrowns!
After which, we went back to the store and found Gabriel with a volleyball which he "borrowed". We went over to the field area to play, and the volleyball hit the Boys Brigade's / Girl Guides' tents and flags. That made them sorta slanted. We continued playing till we sweated as mad. Well, at least I did. Then, we went back to the bookshop to collect pay. Then played volleyball for a while more at the parade square.
This is where it gets funny. While playing, we overheard two hurried girls running towards the field talking on the phone loudly exclaiming : "What? Our flag slanted?" . Madeleine Gabriel and I were like O: literally.
So after that the clock hit 3 and then I got back home bathed and then met up at a certain Serangoon estate/playground and had fun (:
Now, enough about what happened in school and such. Me and brother always have these little humorous conversations about random topics. Only me and him understand each other's jokes. Somehow. Its like a connection you knw? Anyway, that's not the point.
Thing is, there's one thing I figured out about almost all guys. They're wusses. Yes, if you don't know what that means, it means they are "scaredycats" or, "no balls" if you like that term. One thing you should/should not know about me is that I absolutely hate insects. However, here's the thing.
Guys are only wusses when it comes to insects when nobody is around, or someone of their family is around. Here's an example.
Everytime I see a small lil' bug at home, I'll be like "Holy shite." then avoid that area. If that area is near my computer and I'm using it, then I'll either quickly shut down the computer or get an elder member of tha family to deal with it. I have no idea why I'm revealing this but I just felt like it. HOWEVER. When I'm with like, this bunch of classmates (a.k.a girls), and an insect appears. Guess who's the hero that saves the day from creepy crawlies/flies-es.
I'd be all "Dude srsly? Scared of this tiny thing? Get me a tissue." Then I'll grab it and flaunt it around while the others just get all scared. I then proceed to throw it away. Well, yes. That's the whole logic behind it. The same bug that I heroic-ly killed back in school, now I'm running away from back at home.
But seriously, its like the people around you matters. I feel much less scared when there are people MUCH MORE scared than I am around (a.k.a girls). Suddenly that creepy insect isn't all that creepy. Cmon guys, admit it. You ARE afraid of those creepy crawlies.
I think I'm a disappointment to the male race. LOL.
Anyway, before I go.. another dedication my fellow balls. (Once again, those aint my testicals)
Origirenald, Cabbage, White Lettuce, Cuboid, Crystal and Mama!
To cuboid : Dont worry, we'll find you soon!
To cabbage : Just hang in there buddy, we'll get you out of that small small hole back in December!
-Renald
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO VIVIENNE LIAU! :D
Thanks for being an awesome -friend- ! Really glad that I met you (: So.. hope you enjoyed your birthday! ~
ANYWAY, great news related to my computer, I FOUND MY SGUIGGLY! ~ Not this piece of rectangular ¬ . Its not really rectangular but it does have an edge on it. My keyboard's all mixed up so I don't really know where the keys are, but I found it! Tralala ~
So basically, on Thursday I went for Track and Field training, then today I worked the last day of my bookshop shift along with Venus, Amelia, Madeleine and Tinwing. And.. not to forget, the cute cute little boy (which coincidentally looks A LOT like the past me ) Gabriel! Though I'm DEFINITELY not trying to say I WAS a cute cute little boy. Of course not.
Well once again we had fun playing paper volleyball/dodgeball/baseball when "Lady Boss" wasn't around. I think she caught us playing and was furious but whattheheck. We then went opposite to drink Bubbletea and our Chicken Burgers/Hashbrowns!
After which, we went back to the store and found Gabriel with a volleyball which he "borrowed". We went over to the field area to play, and the volleyball hit the Boys Brigade's / Girl Guides' tents and flags. That made them sorta slanted. We continued playing till we sweated as mad. Well, at least I did. Then, we went back to the bookshop to collect pay. Then played volleyball for a while more at the parade square.
This is where it gets funny. While playing, we overheard two hurried girls running towards the field talking on the phone loudly exclaiming : "What? Our flag slanted?" . Madeleine Gabriel and I were like O: literally.
So after that the clock hit 3 and then I got back home bathed and then met up at a certain Serangoon estate/playground and had fun (:
Now, enough about what happened in school and such. Me and brother always have these little humorous conversations about random topics. Only me and him understand each other's jokes. Somehow. Its like a connection you knw? Anyway, that's not the point.
Thing is, there's one thing I figured out about almost all guys. They're wusses. Yes, if you don't know what that means, it means they are "scaredycats" or, "no balls" if you like that term. One thing you should/should not know about me is that I absolutely hate insects. However, here's the thing.
Guys are only wusses when it comes to insects when nobody is around, or someone of their family is around. Here's an example.
Everytime I see a small lil' bug at home, I'll be like "Holy shite." then avoid that area. If that area is near my computer and I'm using it, then I'll either quickly shut down the computer or get an elder member of tha family to deal with it. I have no idea why I'm revealing this but I just felt like it. HOWEVER. When I'm with like, this bunch of classmates (a.k.a girls), and an insect appears. Guess who's the hero that saves the day from creepy crawlies/flies-es.
I'd be all "Dude srsly? Scared of this tiny thing? Get me a tissue." Then I'll grab it and flaunt it around while the others just get all scared. I then proceed to throw it away. Well, yes. That's the whole logic behind it. The same bug that I heroic-ly killed back in school, now I'm running away from back at home.
But seriously, its like the people around you matters. I feel much less scared when there are people MUCH MORE scared than I am around (a.k.a girls). Suddenly that creepy insect isn't all that creepy. Cmon guys, admit it. You ARE afraid of those creepy crawlies.
I think I'm a disappointment to the male race. LOL.
Anyway, before I go.. another dedication my fellow balls. (Once again, those aint my testicals)
Origirenald, Cabbage, White Lettuce, Cuboid, Crystal and Mama!
To cuboid : Dont worry, we'll find you soon!
To cabbage : Just hang in there buddy, we'll get you out of that small small hole back in December!
-Renald
Dedicated to Sahir Efc Sachdev
Today while bathing I was wondering how many times a single funny moment made my day. I remembered one moment vividly, the time I was on facebook. I'll let screenshots do the talking (:
This was posted on facebook. Lots of people commented , but one in particular caught my eye.
Yeah. I know. I posted this in reply to him.
What made me happy was that 6 people actually liked my comment. I assumed nobody cared about my comment either but I suppose people were curious enough to look back at the comments and find that guy.
What made me even happier was the fact that my comment had the highest number of people who liked it. Oh god I feel so accomplished.
I mean, I know its some small thing but come on, its hilarious when I think about it now. And yes, I do have so much time in my hands I spent 30 minutes trying to find the same post I commented on like 21 days ago.
-Renald
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
So what if I can rap?
Nelly : If you ever loved somebody putcho hands up.
Me: *hands up* Sup.
I don't really wanna hide my emotions. Feeling pretty bad right now. I guess I can't really blame people for their sudden bad moods. I mean, yeah. Its their life. I don't know anything about em'.
I'm pretty sure they have reasons for everything, perhaps I should be more understanding.
And yep, that's how I'm feeling right now. Emotional. For no apparent reason. Well, okay, maybe one or two reasons.
Yeah, okay. That's about it. Maybe ranting about someone having just about everything, and still getting upset isnt the point. Because its two different things. So, alright. I'll try.
Having seriously bad flu right now. Gonna sleep early tonight. Ciao.
The phrase "You often don't see what's right in front of you till it's gone", has always made sense. But it never made that much sense to me.
-Renald
Me: *hands up* Sup.
I don't really wanna hide my emotions. Feeling pretty bad right now. I guess I can't really blame people for their sudden bad moods. I mean, yeah. Its their life. I don't know anything about em'.
I'm pretty sure they have reasons for everything, perhaps I should be more understanding.
And yep, that's how I'm feeling right now. Emotional. For no apparent reason. Well, okay, maybe one or two reasons.
Yeah, okay. That's about it. Maybe ranting about someone having just about everything, and still getting upset isnt the point. Because its two different things. So, alright. I'll try.
Having seriously bad flu right now. Gonna sleep early tonight. Ciao.
The phrase "You often don't see what's right in front of you till it's gone", has always made sense. But it never made that much sense to me.
-Renald
Monday, November 15, 2010
Flower poking through the sidewalk, soil.
After eating two pieces of not-so-tasty white bread 12.48 in the morning after having a little talk from mah parents and watching Manny 'Pacman' Pacqiuao thrash Antonio Magarito on Channel 202, I decided I'd blog for awhile.
So, its been long time coming. *cough* Actually I sneezed but that's not the point. Basically, I've found myself.. well. I didn't find myself jobs. I was sorta introduced a couple of them. Firstly, the bookshop thing, Venus and some other peepo intro-ed and I sorta just "On"-ed them. Because cmon, Holidays are for rotting at home and me dont likey that shit. There's an opportunity, take it. And yeah, awesome. Basically what we're supposed to do is see anybody who wants to get books. Give em' a queue number and tell them that's the amount of minutes they have left to live.
I'm just kidding. Give them a number, take their book list, get into the bookshop, scramble for books and pile them onto your two miserable arms that are breaking from the constant physical pressure of unuseful education. After which, we put those crap in front of the customer, then we double check the books, the prices. Then we get the $$ from them, go inside the bookshop, press the 'open cash register' button. Well, the button doesn't say that but that's what it does. Yeah so, put in the cash, get the change. Write the receipt, tear the receipt. Staple it onto the book list and here comes the part I hate the most.
Putting them in plastic bags. Screw that man, I don't even know why I hate it. I guess I could argue about how the enviroment is depleting and the world is coming to an end, that's why I hate that job but no, truthfully I dont give a shit.
Actually I do give a shit, but not literally too. Because if I did give shit, that'd be causing land pollution, and all the ladies would avoid shit-smelling-guys. I don't want that kind of shit.
But once again, I'm off the topic bus/train. Lets get back on track.
So yeah. I hate packing the books into the plastic bags because sometimes, those customers aren't kind enough to help you hold the books or plastic bags, for you to put the books in them. Thus making it a difficult job. But cmon, its okay. I'd do anything for twice a dozen plus one dollars for seven hours.
I just love making people calculate money in their head. Hahaha. I bet you three quarter of a dollar plus ten bucks of half a dozen 50 dollar notes that you did try to calculate those crap.
Anyway, yep. Besides the bookshop job, my same name friend that's lame (notreally) without the 'ld' intro-ed me another job of sorts. Rena's sister and her boyfriend(which is like, 190+), had to go around the Bukit Panjang and Fajar Road area estate to survey the residents on their satisfactory level of Fajar Shopping Mall.
It was pretty tiring, but all worth it in the end. Why was it worth? Because I got paid thrice of my age plus nine adding to another half a dozen and then minus half my age dollars. WHUT.
So yeah, lovin' the holidays so far. Can't wait for a few more days ^^
I'm probably buying next year's books and pants that reach my ankle tomorrow, I love biology. Seriously. Oh by the way, since I already slept like 3 hours earlier in the day, I shall talk more crap before going to bed. When I was reading the biology textbook whilst slacking/working dilligently (choose one) in my job, I came across the chapter of asexual reproduction in plants. Then, this came to my mind.
Hmm, I find plant-sex really boring. Like come on, the plants dont do back and forward motions (not that I know what that means), up and down motions, or or uh, using their style's to lick their let's say 'roots'? Cmon, give em' a chance to do something on their own.
Plants are just like waiting for bee's and other insect shit to do it for them. There's no fun in doing that. Just imagine human reproduction was somewhere along that line. I'll put a picture into your head with my awesome description, don't worry.
Just imagine you just got married. You are going into the hotel room to "dong fang". Then suddenly your mom-in-law comes in and takes off all your clothes, and then your second-aunt comes in and takes off all of your wife's clothings. Then suddenly, your mom-in-law starts extracting your extremely tiny little frog babies, and puts them inside a bottle. Then, walks over to your aunt at the other side of the room and passes that bottle full of tadpoles. Your aunt then tries to insert those tadpoles into let's say uh, cellular bowl with a relatively small opening (not that i know anything). And then a new baby is born. Like, three letters : WTF.
That's right, WATER THE FLOWERS you sun of a gun.
That's how boring it is for a plant, come on. A plant can't see, it can't smell, it can't grow muscles, and now you're taking away their pleasure privileges? I don't know who I'm talking to actually, I'm just speaking to nobody.
That's right nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Butchu. *Clap clap, clap*
Okay that's about it for now, I have to wake up early for work tomorrow as well. Ciao fellow gottaf's and tuls's!
This segment is dedicated to my fellow paper balls :
My eldest ball : Norman
Second ball : Cabbage
Third ball : White Lettuce
Youngest ball : Cuboid!
I wasn't referring to my testicals, you sick ****. There's only two of em', by the way. If you didn't know.
-Renald
So, its been long time coming. *cough* Actually I sneezed but that's not the point. Basically, I've found myself.. well. I didn't find myself jobs. I was sorta introduced a couple of them. Firstly, the bookshop thing, Venus and some other peepo intro-ed and I sorta just "On"-ed them. Because cmon, Holidays are for rotting at home and me dont likey that shit. There's an opportunity, take it. And yeah, awesome. Basically what we're supposed to do is see anybody who wants to get books. Give em' a queue number and tell them that's the amount of minutes they have left to live.
I'm just kidding. Give them a number, take their book list, get into the bookshop, scramble for books and pile them onto your two miserable arms that are breaking from the constant physical pressure of unuseful education. After which, we put those crap in front of the customer, then we double check the books, the prices. Then we get the $$ from them, go inside the bookshop, press the 'open cash register' button. Well, the button doesn't say that but that's what it does. Yeah so, put in the cash, get the change. Write the receipt, tear the receipt. Staple it onto the book list and here comes the part I hate the most.
Putting them in plastic bags. Screw that man, I don't even know why I hate it. I guess I could argue about how the enviroment is depleting and the world is coming to an end, that's why I hate that job but no, truthfully I dont give a shit.
Actually I do give a shit, but not literally too. Because if I did give shit, that'd be causing land pollution, and all the ladies would avoid shit-smelling-guys. I don't want that kind of shit.
But once again, I'm off the topic bus/train. Lets get back on track.
So yeah. I hate packing the books into the plastic bags because sometimes, those customers aren't kind enough to help you hold the books or plastic bags, for you to put the books in them. Thus making it a difficult job. But cmon, its okay. I'd do anything for twice a dozen plus one dollars for seven hours.
I just love making people calculate money in their head. Hahaha. I bet you three quarter of a dollar plus ten bucks of half a dozen 50 dollar notes that you did try to calculate those crap.
Anyway, yep. Besides the bookshop job, my same name friend that's lame (notreally) without the 'ld' intro-ed me another job of sorts. Rena's sister and her boyfriend(which is like, 190+), had to go around the Bukit Panjang and Fajar Road area estate to survey the residents on their satisfactory level of Fajar Shopping Mall.
It was pretty tiring, but all worth it in the end. Why was it worth? Because I got paid thrice of my age plus nine adding to another half a dozen and then minus half my age dollars. WHUT.
So yeah, lovin' the holidays so far. Can't wait for a few more days ^^
I'm probably buying next year's books and pants that reach my ankle tomorrow, I love biology. Seriously. Oh by the way, since I already slept like 3 hours earlier in the day, I shall talk more crap before going to bed. When I was reading the biology textbook whilst slacking/working dilligently (choose one) in my job, I came across the chapter of asexual reproduction in plants. Then, this came to my mind.
Hmm, I find plant-sex really boring. Like come on, the plants dont do back and forward motions (not that I know what that means), up and down motions, or or uh, using their style's to lick their let's say 'roots'? Cmon, give em' a chance to do something on their own.
Plants are just like waiting for bee's and other insect shit to do it for them. There's no fun in doing that. Just imagine human reproduction was somewhere along that line. I'll put a picture into your head with my awesome description, don't worry.
Just imagine you just got married. You are going into the hotel room to "dong fang". Then suddenly your mom-in-law comes in and takes off all your clothes, and then your second-aunt comes in and takes off all of your wife's clothings. Then suddenly, your mom-in-law starts extracting your extremely tiny little frog babies, and puts them inside a bottle. Then, walks over to your aunt at the other side of the room and passes that bottle full of tadpoles. Your aunt then tries to insert those tadpoles into let's say uh, cellular bowl with a relatively small opening (not that i know anything). And then a new baby is born. Like, three letters : WTF.
That's right, WATER THE FLOWERS you sun of a gun.
That's how boring it is for a plant, come on. A plant can't see, it can't smell, it can't grow muscles, and now you're taking away their pleasure privileges? I don't know who I'm talking to actually, I'm just speaking to nobody.
That's right nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Butchu. *Clap clap, clap*
Okay that's about it for now, I have to wake up early for work tomorrow as well. Ciao fellow gottaf's and tuls's!
This segment is dedicated to my fellow paper balls :
My eldest ball : Norman
Second ball : Cabbage
Third ball : White Lettuce
Youngest ball : Cuboid!
I wasn't referring to my testicals, you sick ****. There's only two of em', by the way. If you didn't know.
-Renald
Sunday, November 7, 2010
No srsly, forget all about my rant about the triple d's. I don't want another heck of a scolding from my ex-mom. LOL.
I only have 5minutes before I go get ready for training, intended to download songs, but felt like posting anyway. I don't really know what to post but still.
Had insomnia last night, laid down at 1am, was awake till 4 i suppose.
Okay, enough crap. Post later, maybe.
Please let Josef go training..
-Renald
I only have 5minutes before I go get ready for training, intended to download songs, but felt like posting anyway. I don't really know what to post but still.
Had insomnia last night, laid down at 1am, was awake till 4 i suppose.
Okay, enough crap. Post later, maybe.
Please let Josef go training..
-Renald
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Phew.
My second post in a day. Now how often is it you see that from me? This lazy son of a gun.
Anyway, just an update on the previous post, the McSpicy was epic. I took a few pictures, which I am NOT going to upload. Because, I'M LAZEH! And that's just me. Well, this brings me to the next point of the reason of posting today. I think this is my first 'life' post in a while. So let's get started, shall we?
Of course, I didn't mean the McSpicy reference. I meant the "that's just me." reference. So basically, everyone has their own unique personality. And, that's just you. You are you. I'm pretty sure all of you have heard Bruno Mars' Just the way you are. And basically the song is about loving someone well, i know its obvious but, just the way they are.
You are you, and people love it about you. The good points, the bad points. Sure the bad points frustrate or maybe even piss people off sometimes, but people love you because YOU ARE YOU. Holy shit, how many times have I said that. Anyway.
People encounter change in life all the time, change in surroundings and other crap. But I always HATE it, when someone goes "I think you've changed". Well sure, you may as well have. Okay hold on, I'M OUT OF TOPIC. Moving on.
You may realise that you have many bad points and you wanna change it, but don't take changing yourself too seriously. Because you are your own personality, and as long as you're not an asshole or a bitch inside your heart, then you're good.. to some extent.
Change for the better, sure. But just remember to have fun doing so. For example. One solid example. Vulgarities.
SURE, it is uncivilised in the outside world. You can't say it in school, you can't really say it at work. And sometimes you just get angry and those words just spout out, then you get reprimanded or scolded for it. That's okay, people make mistakes. And I'm pretty sure that dude who scolded you spouted much vulgarities in his youth or younger days. Besides, you are angry, you're entitled to voice out your own opinions, and that's important. Expressing yourself.
Imagine a world without vulgarities. JUST SAYING. Your newly bought car got smashed to bits by a construction company who refuses to admit responsibility, you tripped on a banana peel on the road and almost got smacked in the face by a lorry carrying 6 tonnes of explosives. Your girlfriend/boyfriend just broke up with you because you dont have an awesome car anymore. And your wallet just got stolen by some dude after you just avoided that huge lorry while you were still in shock.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? You wouldn't go "Ahhhaha, this just isn't my day. Dang.." .
That wouldn't make you feel good, at all. Would it? Would saying that give you comfort of any sense? Wouldn't it feel better if you just went "FU*K! KNNBCCB HOW CAN THIS SH*T HAPPEN TO SOMEONE ALL IN A FU*KING SECOND, B*TCH! SH*TFACE C*CK BI*CH ASSH*LE GO*D*MITT LANJ*AO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
So? Whut. I read a phrase somewhere that said, "Life's hardships are easier to take with vulgarities." And its true. Really, you must have a platform to express your anger don't you? But srsly though, don't rant like that all the time. If you do, then I suggest you visit the psycologist.
Some things are just fine the way you are, you don't have to be perfect, because nobody is. And your loved ones love you just the way you are right now (: Just don't be an asshole and you'll do well in life.
THERE IS ONE THING, HOWEVER. I AM NOT FINE WITH.
-.- YES. THIS PIECE OF SHIT.
AND NO, I DON'T ACCEPT =.= EITHER.
DUDE WHAT ARE YOU DOING. -.- WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN? I really can't imagine you putting a face to that -.- thing. Just imagine. It looks like the face of a sleeping baby for goodness sake. Srsly stop, its irritating. You know I mentioned change? Yeah, CHANGE THAT. Stop using it.
What are you trying to achieve by putting this -.-? I rather much prefer -_- it gives the diao.. kinda impression to a lame joke. -.- THIS? IT GIVES THE IMPRESSION THAT YOU'RE PISSED. Really. Its like you're in a happy conversation and then you suddenly go -.- and then we're like okay dude, chill man.
What the shit. -.- GO SLEEP LAH. If your eyes are so tired then sleep earlier goddammit. I admit, I'm not the earliest of sleepers. But that's not that point.
OKAY, BEFORE ANY OF YOU DASH DOT DASH USERS COME CHARGING TOWARDS ME.
I'm not pissed. I'm just trying to say that, that's the impression you give people when you use the 'dash dot dash'. The triple D, I like to call it. Well, i dont like to, but still.
Sorry, i just don't think I can hide my hatred for that emoticon anymore. Because, and I'm serious. This is an example.
Johnny : Yo dude, what's up.
Me : Sup, ceiling. LOL.
Johnny : -.-
Me: ... what?
Johnny : What ?
I TRIED TO MAKE A JOKE. THEN YOU -.- ME. OBVIOUSLY YOU GIVE THE IMPRESSION THAT YOU'RE PISSED RIGHT?
Once again, I'm NOT pissed. I emphasize, I'm so happy I can :D now. Well not really, Tottenham just lost but.. Yeah. Just trying to state my point. So, I'm starting a resolution, to stop the -.-'s. Because those three symbols don't belong together.
-Renald
Anyway, just an update on the previous post, the McSpicy was epic. I took a few pictures, which I am NOT going to upload. Because, I'M LAZEH! And that's just me. Well, this brings me to the next point of the reason of posting today. I think this is my first 'life' post in a while. So let's get started, shall we?
Of course, I didn't mean the McSpicy reference. I meant the "that's just me." reference. So basically, everyone has their own unique personality. And, that's just you. You are you. I'm pretty sure all of you have heard Bruno Mars' Just the way you are. And basically the song is about loving someone well, i know its obvious but, just the way they are.
You are you, and people love it about you. The good points, the bad points. Sure the bad points frustrate or maybe even piss people off sometimes, but people love you because YOU ARE YOU. Holy shit, how many times have I said that. Anyway.
People encounter change in life all the time, change in surroundings and other crap. But I always HATE it, when someone goes "I think you've changed". Well sure, you may as well have. Okay hold on, I'M OUT OF TOPIC. Moving on.
You may realise that you have many bad points and you wanna change it, but don't take changing yourself too seriously. Because you are your own personality, and as long as you're not an asshole or a bitch inside your heart, then you're good.. to some extent.
Change for the better, sure. But just remember to have fun doing so. For example. One solid example. Vulgarities.
SURE, it is uncivilised in the outside world. You can't say it in school, you can't really say it at work. And sometimes you just get angry and those words just spout out, then you get reprimanded or scolded for it. That's okay, people make mistakes. And I'm pretty sure that dude who scolded you spouted much vulgarities in his youth or younger days. Besides, you are angry, you're entitled to voice out your own opinions, and that's important. Expressing yourself.
Imagine a world without vulgarities. JUST SAYING. Your newly bought car got smashed to bits by a construction company who refuses to admit responsibility, you tripped on a banana peel on the road and almost got smacked in the face by a lorry carrying 6 tonnes of explosives. Your girlfriend/boyfriend just broke up with you because you dont have an awesome car anymore. And your wallet just got stolen by some dude after you just avoided that huge lorry while you were still in shock.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? You wouldn't go "Ahhhaha, this just isn't my day. Dang.." .
That wouldn't make you feel good, at all. Would it? Would saying that give you comfort of any sense? Wouldn't it feel better if you just went "FU*K! KNNBCCB HOW CAN THIS SH*T HAPPEN TO SOMEONE ALL IN A FU*KING SECOND, B*TCH! SH*TFACE C*CK BI*CH ASSH*LE GO*D*MITT LANJ*AO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
So? Whut. I read a phrase somewhere that said, "Life's hardships are easier to take with vulgarities." And its true. Really, you must have a platform to express your anger don't you? But srsly though, don't rant like that all the time. If you do, then I suggest you visit the psycologist.
Some things are just fine the way you are, you don't have to be perfect, because nobody is. And your loved ones love you just the way you are right now (: Just don't be an asshole and you'll do well in life.
THERE IS ONE THING, HOWEVER. I AM NOT FINE WITH.
-.- YES. THIS PIECE OF SHIT.
AND NO, I DON'T ACCEPT =.= EITHER.
DUDE WHAT ARE YOU DOING. -.- WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN? I really can't imagine you putting a face to that -.- thing. Just imagine. It looks like the face of a sleeping baby for goodness sake. Srsly stop, its irritating. You know I mentioned change? Yeah, CHANGE THAT. Stop using it.
What are you trying to achieve by putting this -.-? I rather much prefer -_- it gives the diao.. kinda impression to a lame joke. -.- THIS? IT GIVES THE IMPRESSION THAT YOU'RE PISSED. Really. Its like you're in a happy conversation and then you suddenly go -.- and then we're like okay dude, chill man.
What the shit. -.- GO SLEEP LAH. If your eyes are so tired then sleep earlier goddammit. I admit, I'm not the earliest of sleepers. But that's not that point.
OKAY, BEFORE ANY OF YOU DASH DOT DASH USERS COME CHARGING TOWARDS ME.
I'm not pissed. I'm just trying to say that, that's the impression you give people when you use the 'dash dot dash'. The triple D, I like to call it. Well, i dont like to, but still.
Sorry, i just don't think I can hide my hatred for that emoticon anymore. Because, and I'm serious. This is an example.
Johnny : Yo dude, what's up.
Me : Sup, ceiling. LOL.
Johnny : -.-
Me: ... what?
Johnny : What ?
I TRIED TO MAKE A JOKE. THEN YOU -.- ME. OBVIOUSLY YOU GIVE THE IMPRESSION THAT YOU'RE PISSED RIGHT?
Once again, I'm NOT pissed. I emphasize, I'm so happy I can :D now. Well not really, Tottenham just lost but.. Yeah. Just trying to state my point. So, I'm starting a resolution, to stop the -.-'s. Because those three symbols don't belong together.
-Renald
Friday, November 5, 2010
RUNDA!
Hey bitches friends,
It's been a really boring day. Yup, its only 2.30pm so far. Anyway, two days ago wasn't that boring. But before I get to the unboring day, let's talk abit about today.
I have my (Brothers) almost out of battery iPod connected to my X-Mini blasting Light Up The Sky by Yellowcard, and I decided on this boring, boring day. That i'd do something .. try something new. On this hot sunny humid boring day, my maid just went to buy the Double McSpicy for my lunch. I came with backup however, with an upsized sprite drink. Prepared. I hope.
Hopefully that burger would spice things up, get it? Hahaha. That was NOT hilarious.
Oh look, my iPod's out of battery. Totally didn't see that coming.
Crap, i wanted to take the charger, then it dropped into this deep hole beside my table. Can't reach. Hold on just a sec. Got it out. I should have video-ed it. Damn that was awesome. I used another plug to get that plug out. Hilarious, not. But still, gotta love my improvisation skills.
Other than the bragging part, I've got other stuff to talk about.
On the 4th of November, an extremely ORDINARY day, totally no special event. I went out with the people I love to.. first to Tiong Bahru, then to Marina Barrage, then to Suntec City and back home. Pretty awesome day ^^ I have heard news that when the other people went ice-skating, lots of MOVES were made -wink- . Gutted I missed those crap, but awesome day anyway (:
Just yesterday, I spent a lot of time watching Glee (L) Season 1 with my brother. Went swimming at SAFRA too, then had Laksa for dinner at Northpoint.
So that's basically it. My double mcspicy is here. Holy shit. Hope I don't regret. Will try to take some photos if I ain't lazy. Ciao people.
-Renald
It's been a really boring day. Yup, its only 2.30pm so far. Anyway, two days ago wasn't that boring. But before I get to the unboring day, let's talk abit about today.
I have my (Brothers) almost out of battery iPod connected to my X-Mini blasting Light Up The Sky by Yellowcard, and I decided on this boring, boring day. That i'd do something .. try something new. On this hot sunny humid boring day, my maid just went to buy the Double McSpicy for my lunch. I came with backup however, with an upsized sprite drink. Prepared. I hope.
Hopefully that burger would spice things up, get it? Hahaha. That was NOT hilarious.
Oh look, my iPod's out of battery. Totally didn't see that coming.
Crap, i wanted to take the charger, then it dropped into this deep hole beside my table. Can't reach. Hold on just a sec. Got it out. I should have video-ed it. Damn that was awesome. I used another plug to get that plug out. Hilarious, not. But still, gotta love my improvisation skills.
Other than the bragging part, I've got other stuff to talk about.
On the 4th of November, an extremely ORDINARY day, totally no special event. I went out with the people I love to.. first to Tiong Bahru, then to Marina Barrage, then to Suntec City and back home. Pretty awesome day ^^ I have heard news that when the other people went ice-skating, lots of MOVES were made -wink- . Gutted I missed those crap, but awesome day anyway (:
Just yesterday, I spent a lot of time watching Glee (L) Season 1 with my brother. Went swimming at SAFRA too, then had Laksa for dinner at Northpoint.
So that's basically it. My double mcspicy is here. Holy shit. Hope I don't regret. Will try to take some photos if I ain't lazy. Ciao people.
-Renald
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
TOHMAH!
Alright, time for some unfinished business. AKA unuploaded photos. Okay, we'll start off with an emotional haolun. You see, there was his birthday, then there was no gift, and then the impromtu birthday card *cough*STARTED BY ME*cough* we gave to him. Cool right, theres the 'H' there. Nice emotional moment for ya thar.
In the time where we all got together for our last day as 2/1-ers, this is the only time I can safely say, Pussy on Dick. Well, Wennhao's dick.
Time for MUN crap.
Check it, Renald Loh, delegate of Mexico, land of the thugs.
My work station. You see, after a few hours MUN started to get boring, the Italy dude was playing with his phone the whole time so I thought it'd be okay to take a few pictures.
I don't even have to say anything, just look at the shit load of clubs and societies they have.
The many flags of the world, plus plenty of heads below.
I don't even have to say anything, just look at the shit load of clubs and societies they have.
And altogether, the AMKSS MUN team.
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Imma make that thing bounce, TOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Imma make that thing shake, TOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Imma make that thing click, TOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Until that thing breaks, TOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!Holy shit that song's awesome. Addicted to it. I dont know what the heck he's singing but it's some addictive shit.
Anyway, got back to playing maple. WHUT. I know i know, i'm wasting my life away. But I just felt like it so, yep. There's actually tons of more pictures I want to upload but I'm wasting my life away uploading photos as well, so yep.
Okay, i suddenly don't remember what to say. So yeppy yup. JIAYOU HAOLUN!
You know what I mean. When you get home and read this post. I'll tell you now that its 1.10pm. So haolun, recall what you were doing at 1.10pm? Yes? GOOD. NOW JIAYOU HAOLUN!
-Renald
Looking forward to Thursday!
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