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One Place Away From the Hydrapack

The guys from BB14thCoy has won 2nd place in the Adventure Quest 2007. Wow. Finally there is a year where we don’t get the empty bronze honour roll prize. There’s another announcement that’s going into Mr Yeow’s long list of announcements for Monday. Speaking of Monday, there’s Chitandra and his smelly coconuts on Monday. We’re z0red.

Speaking of Indians, I have discovered that they can actually make some nice food like Cheese Pratas and Bandungs. Although the one at Syed Restaurant in Simpang Bedok are dumb Nehs who can’t count how many pratas you ordered. So if you bought 5 Cheese Pratas, you can say that you bought 1 kosong prata that cost 60 cents and they’ll charge you 60 cents. If this goes on, Syed Restaurant will soon be replaced by Nicholas David Sebastian’s Pratas.

I think the boys could have won if they hadn’t taken Ke Yang out. Imagine this.
The teams are desperately rushing for the win, all stinking of sweat, when out of nowhere, a superior odour pricks their noses, causing them to faint of pure torment. Suddenly, Ke Yang runs in and gets the first place for BB14Coy! Cool. They should put him in next year and get their free Hydrapacks.

City Harvest Church has rich towkays, perfect for BB donation collecting. Beware, rich fucks, your worst nightmare is coming for you in the form of a dark blue uniform.

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One Place Away From the Hydrapack

The guys from BB14thCoy has won 2nd place in the Adventure Quest 2007. Wow. Finally there is a year where we don’t get the empty bronze honour roll prize. There’s another announcement that’s going into Mr Yeow’s long list of announcements for Monday. Speaking of Monday, there’s Chitandra and his smelly coconuts on Monday. We’re z0red.

Speaking of Indians, I have discovered that they can actually make some nice food like Cheese Pratas and Bandungs. Although the one at Syed Restaurant in Simpang Bedok are dumb Nehs who can’t count how many pratas you ordered. So if you bought 5 Cheese Pratas, you can say that you bought 1 kosong prata that cost 60 cents and they’ll charge you 60 cents. If this goes on, Syed Restaurant will soon be replaced by Nicholas David Sebastian’s Pratas.

I think the boys could have won if they hadn’t taken Ke Yang out. Imagine this.
The teams are desperately rushing for the win, all stinking of sweat, when out of nowhere, a superior odour pricks their noses, causing them to faint of pure torment. Suddenly, Ke Yang runs in and gets the first place for BB14Coy! Cool. They should put him in next year and get their free Hydrapacks.

City Harvest Church has rich towkays, perfect for BB donation collecting. Beware, rich fucks, your worst nightmare is coming for you in the form of a dark blue uniform.

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Pratas

Just before you become addicted to Crossfire LAN , just before you drink your bandung, just before you gorge yourself on Indian pratas…

A sudden abundance grasps within your stomach. You flashed through at least 4 pratas in the past week, all of which were genuine Indian produce.

“Fuck…”

It smells. You withdraw and hesitate off the suspiciously prepared Milo Dino. Eventually, you give up.

You think twice about what you were about to order, you know you feel silly, yet you shake it off smugly with a smirk on the face. You proceed to the prata counter as the guailan Indian stares at you for being yellow. A rush of stupidity shoots up all over, you shiver.

Within minutes, your 5 kosong pratas have arrived. Pieces of pratas crumble off like flakes of dandruff off your unwashed hair. Above which, a smile of idiocy, followed by a sinister laughter and retarded expressions. Step by step, you tuck in with Niggalos spouting racist jokes in your ear, spicing up your exotic Indian cuisinistic experience even more.

You leave the table as you encounter over-stuffing, collapsing on the smelly Indian carpet.

It was obvious that you were really full of curry.

You gorged not because you liked eating Indian flour dipped in Indian gravies…

you gorged not because you had something against Chitandra and his coconuts…

you gorged,
because you had forgotten to register for CAPL.

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Crossfire LAN. Heaven or hell?
Within days of its opening in Simpang Bedok, it has attracted crowds of students from AHS, Bedok Green Secondary School, and more of your usual neighbourhood faculties.The reason: a low rate of $1.50 an hour, and the allowance of school uniforms to be worn inside the venue. z0r indeed, the computers are nothing to laugh at either, when you have $100 Logitechs for your fingers to click away on. It was fun there, Victor and Nigga from 3F, as well as foam came along, and we played a 4v4 against these two retainees from AHS, i think one of them is frederick from 3C, and 2 other neighbourhood school slackers. Here’s the lineup:

Sentinel
Drow Ranger(Victor)
Viper(Me)
Medusa(Foam)
Anti Mage(Nigga)

Scourge
Tiny( Retainee A)
Queen of Pain( Retainee B)
Bane Elemental( Some Noob)
Centaur Warchief( Yet Another Noob)

We managed to win this rather easy game, and spent the rest of our time there by playing Castle Wars, some interesting game, and Pudge Wars. It’s a really z0r game I tell you. And it’s fun after the dumb PE lesson we had today. The rain was really heavy, only somebody got away by wearing a raincoat, the rest were all wet. We thought we wouldn’t have to play rugby, but suddenly Chitandra came in and broke the bad news. I swear rugby’s stupid, he should just take the rotting coconuts and make some Rendang with the instead of throwing them around. Just looking at him gives me some urge to say, ” Eh Neh, Neh, one prata bomb and mutton murtabak hor”. Then we keep laughing at him and he made us run. Aww. Somebody didn’t get his steak today.

Here’s some of the Indian jokes that Niggalos shared with us today,
If an European with a lot of money is known as a businessman, and a Chinese with a lot of money is known as a towkay, then
what do you call an Indian with a lot of money? Ans: Money Changer

What do you call an Indian with a bicycle? Ans: Rich man’s son

What do you call an Indian with a car? Ans: Car thief

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Pratas

Just before you become addicted to Crossfire LAN , just before you drink your bandung, just before you gorge yourself on Indian pratas…

A sudden abundance grasps within your stomach. You flashed through at least 4 pratas in the past week, all of which were genuine Indian produce.

“Fuck…”

It smells. You withdraw and hesitate off the suspiciously prepared Milo Dino. Eventually, you give up.

You think twice about what you were about to order, you know you feel silly, yet you shake it off smugly with a smirk on the face. You proceed to the prata counter as the guailan Indian stares at you for being yellow. A rush of stupidity shoots up all over, you shiver.

Within minutes, your 5 kosong pratas have arrived. Pieces of pratas crumble off like flakes of dandruff off your unwashed hair. Above which, a smile of idiocy, followed by a sinister laughter and retarded expressions. Step by step, you tuck in with Niggalos spouting racist jokes in your ear, spicing up your exotic Indian cuisinistic experience even more.

You leave the table as you encounter over-stuffing, collapsing on the smelly Indian carpet.

It was obvious that you were really full of curry.

You gorged not because you liked eating Indian flour dipped in Indian gravies…

you gorged not because you had something against Chitandra and his coconuts…

you gorged,
because you had forgotten to register for CAPL.

———————————————————————————————————

Crossfire LAN. Heaven or hell?
Within days of its opening in Simpang Bedok, it has attracted crowds of students from AHS, Bedok Green Secondary School, and more of your usual neighbourhood faculties.The reason: a low rate of $1.50 an hour, and the allowance of school uniforms to be worn inside the venue. z0r indeed, the computers are nothing to laugh at either, when you have $100 Logitechs for your fingers to click away on. It was fun there, Victor and Nigga from 3F, as well as foam came along, and we played a 4v4 against these two retainees from AHS, i think one of them is frederick from 3C, and 2 other neighbourhood school slackers. Here’s the lineup:

Sentinel
Drow Ranger(Victor)
Viper(Me)
Medusa(Foam)
Anti Mage(Nigga)

Scourge
Tiny( Retainee A)
Queen of Pain( Retainee B)
Bane Elemental( Some Noob)
Centaur Warchief( Yet Another Noob)

We managed to win this rather easy game, and spent the rest of our time there by playing Castle Wars, some interesting game, and Pudge Wars. It’s a really z0r game I tell you. And it’s fun after the dumb PE lesson we had today. The rain was really heavy, only somebody got away by wearing a raincoat, the rest were all wet. We thought we wouldn’t have to play rugby, but suddenly Chitandra came in and broke the bad news. I swear rugby’s stupid, he should just take the rotting coconuts and make some Rendang with the instead of throwing them around. Just looking at him gives me some urge to say, ” Eh Neh, Neh, one prata bomb and mutton murtabak hor”. Then we keep laughing at him and he made us run. Aww. Somebody didn’t get his steak today.

Here’s some of the Indian jokes that Niggalos shared with us today,
If an European with a lot of money is known as a businessman, and a Chinese with a lot of money is known as a towkay, then
what do you call an Indian with a lot of money? Ans: Money Changer

What do you call an Indian with a bicycle? Ans: Rich man’s son

What do you call an Indian with a car? Ans: Car thief

Ciao.

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KoldKatz, CAPL, Free Shirts and Issues
Recently I went to find the KoldKatz vs ACS Barker aka Imitation ACS replay, but it seems that they haven’t uploaded it yet. Sian man, I really wanted to watch the first blood attempt where you have a Vengeful Spirit, Centaur Warchief and Venomancer getting it on a Keeper of the Light but in the end the tower got a double kill on Vengeful and Venomancer. It will probably come out tomorrow though, so the videos are expected to hit Youtube by tomorrow night courtesy of supermiloboi, just search for the tag, ”Most Hilarious First Blood Attempt”. Oh by the way, it’ll be labeled under comedy just so you know.
With Matthew the top farmer for KoldKatz at 40 creep kills, this 35minute loss to that PSLE T-Score cut-off point 188 shit school will be even funnier than the heavenly duo of PCK and Leonard Chew Pang Ngee in their new reality TV series, ”Moles”.

CAPL. It’s a Dota competition organised by Compaq in Orchard Cineleisure, it seems that all participants will receive a nice printed T-shirt from the kind sponsors. Ehren just told me and Foam about it this morning, and in our Pursuit of the CAPL Shirt like Will Smith and his afro-hair kiddy in the Pursuit of Happyness, we have managed to persuade Yun Cheng, the proclaimed Dota ”Stress-Reliever”, Eugene Peh the Leaves and Branches, and Timo the crazy wanker from Dunman High School which is currently owning our AHS balls. Going down to Cineleisure will be fun though, what a nice way to get a printed Polo Tee while playing at one of our Little Red Dot’s best LAN gaming centres. Just have to avoid the super honggan although rather hot student volunteers collecting donations, and the evil Bangladeshi spies trying to cut down trees to destroy our oxygen. Though it would be good to see a replay of Fiona Xie running down Orchard Road in her bikini. Man, wouldn’t it be nice if we had that z0r blue remote control from Click? Setting the play speed at 0.1x would sufficiently sastify the pangs of the hormonally-developed Singaporean male populace.

After socialising with Foam for a while, I have learnt that there are such thing as ”issues”. It’s like this great big mass of nothingness, similar to what’s in Chitandra the curry chef’s head, that you can lump all your problems into. Foam has issues almost everyday though, but being the composed student that I am, I get issues only once in a while, like the Vishnu-follower Chitandra suspecting us of feigning injury and sickness during his PE lesson. Okay fine, I admit that my legs weren’t really aching, in fact they felt quite comfortable after a 9 hour sleep the previous night and a substansial amount of extra-strong Tiger Balm. But when you have the ”sick” and ”injured” sitting in the middle of a hot field guarding your precious balls, you know something’s serioiusly screwed up. He then proceeds to display his obvious brainlessness by getting your poor ”unfit” classmates to act as defenders, though somehow he has managed to overlook the brightly coloured markers lying around the field. Speaking of Bangladeshis and Indians, Jeremiah shared with me this little joke about a Singaporean, a Japanese and a Bangladeshi being stuck in a desert. The Singaporean guy brought a lot of food, and told the others, ”If you are hungry, you can eat”. The Japanese had brought along a load of clothes, and told the two, ” If you feel cold, put them on”. Finally it was the Bangladeshi’s turn, apparently he had brought along a car door, and said, If you feel hot, you can wind down the window”. Ok I know it’s lame and cold like Cherng Ru, Chong Rui and Zong Zuo the cold trio, but sometimes being the smart Chinese( not China chaps for god’s sake) that we are, the dumbness of some Bangladeshis is just too great. He should really put on a yellow construction worker’s helmet and boots, and apply for a part-time job building one of the nearby terraces, then you would hear a lot of ”Neh” and ”Na” as you walk past the construction sites, as these two words seem to be the only vocabulary in your Indian’s Standard Dictionary.

Other than the invading Bangladeshis, I still have more issues. Like the Chemistry SPA. It was a crappish event from the start, I had forgotten to put on the cool blue goggles and to make things worse, I misread the instructions and ended up doing the experiment in the measuring cylinder. It’s lucky i bothered to check, otherwise I would have failed my SPA. So, I poured all the solutions into the 100ml measuring cylinder and there you have it, a large mess of swirling chemicals that would own your conceptual art designs any day. One word, z0r!

I don’t normally have issues with mirrors, but there’s this one mirror in front of the trophy cabinet that’s catching my attention. ”Be well-groomed at all times”, the sign above it proudly states. But it’s rather hard to achieve this goal, when you have two hard metal nipple-like protrusions on the male-type shirts. Having the new dri-fit PE T-shirt that screams ”China Dude” and those short ugly green shorts don’t help much either. A reminder to somebody, just be sure to keep your slitted cheongsams and tasteless suits away from the mirror, it just might crack.

One final issue here, the imitation of China chaps’ regular speech. Just a ”Hao” accompanied with China slang in Peng Zhi’s face will earn you a demerit, not to mention ”Kuai Le Shi Guang Guo De Zhen Kuai”, as it is considered an insult to them when you try to mimic their clearly superior China slur while speaking in Mandrin. It’s like preventing your 15-year bred China buddies from speaking English, as it is considered an insult to us when they try to mimic our clearly superior slangless English articulation. Ok, maybe only Miss Bo and her short tongue could be considered an exception. Take that communists.

CAPL and free shirts For The Win! With such a good lineup, that CAPL collared tee is as good as ours. Just be sure to avoid the Salvation Army bags.

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KoldKatz, CAPL, Free Shirts and Issues
Recently I went to find the KoldKatz vs ACS Barker aka Imitation ACS replay, but it seems that they haven’t uploaded it yet. Sian man, I really wanted to watch the first blood attempt where you have a Vengeful Spirit, Centaur Warchief and Venomancer getting it on a Keeper of the Light but in the end the tower got a double kill on Vengeful and Venomancer. It will probably come out tomorrow though, so the videos are expected to hit Youtube by tomorrow night courtesy of supermiloboi, just search for the tag, ”Most Hilarious First Blood Attempt”. Oh by the way, it’ll be labeled under comedy just so you know.
With Matthew the top farmer for KoldKatz at 40 creep kills, this 35minute loss to that PSLE T-Score cut-off point 188 shit school will be even funnier than the heavenly duo of PCK and Leonard Chew Pang Ngee in their new reality TV series, ”Moles”.

CAPL. It’s a Dota competition organised by Compaq in Orchard Cineleisure, it seems that all participants will receive a nice printed T-shirt from the kind sponsors. Ehren just told me and Foam about it this morning, and in our Pursuit of the CAPL Shirt like Will Smith and his afro-hair kiddy in the Pursuit of Happyness, we have managed to persuade Yun Cheng, the proclaimed Dota ”Stress-Reliever”, Eugene Peh the Leaves and Branches, and Timo the crazy wanker from Dunman High School which is currently owning our AHS balls. Going down to Cineleisure will be fun though, what a nice way to get a printed Polo Tee while playing at one of our Little Red Dot’s best LAN gaming centres. Just have to avoid the super honggan although rather hot student volunteers collecting donations, and the evil Bangladeshi spies trying to cut down trees to destroy our oxygen. Though it would be good to see a replay of Fiona Xie running down Orchard Road in her bikini. Man, wouldn’t it be nice if we had that z0r blue remote control from Click? Setting the play speed at 0.1x would sufficiently sastify the pangs of the hormonally-developed Singaporean male populace.

After socialising with Foam for a while, I have learnt that there are such thing as ”issues”. It’s like this great big mass of nothingness, similar to what’s in Chitandra the curry chef’s head, that you can lump all your problems into. Foam has issues almost everyday though, but being the composed student that I am, I get issues only once in a while, like the Vishnu-follower Chitandra suspecting us of feigning injury and sickness during his PE lesson. Okay fine, I admit that my legs weren’t really aching, in fact they felt quite comfortable after a 9 hour sleep the previous night and a substansial amount of extra-strong Tiger Balm. But when you have the ”sick” and ”injured” sitting in the middle of a hot field guarding your precious balls, you know something’s serioiusly screwed up. He then proceeds to display his obvious brainlessness by getting your poor ”unfit” classmates to act as defenders, though somehow he has managed to overlook the brightly coloured markers lying around the field. Speaking of Bangladeshis and Indians, Jeremiah shared with me this little joke about a Singaporean, a Japanese and a Bangladeshi being stuck in a desert. The Singaporean guy brought a lot of food, and told the others, ”If you are hungry, you can eat”. The Japanese had brought along a load of clothes, and told the two, ” If you feel cold, put them on”. Finally it was the Bangladeshi’s turn, apparently he had brought along a car door, and said, If you feel hot, you can wind down the window”. Ok I know it’s lame and cold like Cherng Ru, Chong Rui and Zong Zuo the cold trio, but sometimes being the smart Chinese( not China chaps for god’s sake) that we are, the dumbness of some Bangladeshis is just too great. He should really put on a yellow construction worker’s helmet and boots, and apply for a part-time job building one of the nearby terraces, then you would hear a lot of ”Neh” and ”Na” as you walk past the construction sites, as these two words seem to be the only vocabulary in your Indian’s Standard Dictionary.

Other than the invading Bangladeshis, I still have more issues. Like the Chemistry SPA. It was a crappish event from the start, I had forgotten to put on the cool blue goggles and to make things worse, I misread the instructions and ended up doing the experiment in the measuring cylinder. It’s lucky i bothered to check, otherwise I would have failed my SPA. So, I poured all the solutions into the 100ml measuring cylinder and there you have it, a large mess of swirling chemicals that would own your conceptual art designs any day. One word, z0r!

I don’t normally have issues with mirrors, but there’s this one mirror in front of the trophy cabinet that’s catching my attention. ”Be well-groomed at all times”, the sign above it proudly states. But it’s rather hard to achieve this goal, when you have two hard metal nipple-like protrusions on the male-type shirts. Having the new dri-fit PE T-shirt that screams ”China Dude” and those short ugly green shorts don’t help much either. A reminder to somebody, just be sure to keep your slitted cheongsams and tasteless suits away from the mirror, it just might crack.

One final issue here, the imitation of China chaps’ regular speech. Just a ”Hao” accompanied with China slang in Peng Zhi’s face will earn you a demerit, not to mention ”Kuai Le Shi Guang Guo De Zhen Kuai”, as it is considered an insult to them when you try to mimic their clearly superior China slur while speaking in Mandrin. It’s like preventing your 15-year bred China buddies from speaking English, as it is considered an insult to us when they try to mimic our clearly superior slangless English articulation. Ok, maybe only Miss Bo and her short tongue could be considered an exception. Take that communists.

CAPL and free shirts For The Win! With such a good lineup, that CAPL collared tee is as good as ours. Just be sure to avoid the Salvation Army bags.

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BB Annual Camp 2007
Yuck, annual camp was bloody long. Back after 4 long days, without any homework done, the teachers are going to poon my ass tomorrow. Anyway, here’s what happened through the 4 days.
Day 1: Arrived at AHS with a stuffed 10kg hand-carry bag that was a very bad idea, my arm almost snapped off holding it, containing a BB uniform borrowed from my 13year-old cousin that doesn’t fit at all. Falled in with a Blue PT kit and got pumped quite a lot, later they had the theories and we spent the night in the counselling centre, couldn’t sleep much though, with the mumblings everywhere. And it was dam nice to lie in an air-con room while the AQ ppl were walking from Woodlands to Ikea. Hehheh.
Day 2: Shift campsite to East Coast, camp there. Rafting was a disaster, its a good thing nobody drowned, almost vomited like Lewis Nam Yi Ann on the first day and apologised to BB14thCoy for eating Twisties during the night. Field cooking stinks. Maggi Mee uncooked is very unrecommended, but sometimes you have no choice=/
Day 3: Slept around the whole morning due to gastric, shift campsite again to some ulu MOE adventure centre. Then they had their rock climbing shit, while i slacked in one corner in my slippers with the other injured people. During the night they had night games, but no one noticed the lance-corporal from ZhuQue snoring away in a tent. Got a damned nice rest, I tell you, a full 7 hours of it. Meanwhile the others were out stealing food.
Day 4: Woke up, ate breakfast of Koko Krunch and took the bus to AHS, goddammit some people’s uniforms really stinked like hell. After dismissal we got our valuables back, and a bunch of us went to KFC to eat. Shiok. No mood for Dota though, super bloody tired liao, tomorrow still got school ARGH. The problem is most my my homework is still undone, like the composition from chenzehou. I wonder what he’ll do when he sees my ”Sun Wu Kong Lai Dao Le Xin Jia Po” masterpiece. Prepare to be spammed by overwhelming China accents.

G.G to the holidays.
_|_ to school.
Digimons own,
Milo owns more.

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