reminiscing the times. remember when mediacorp was tcs 5 and before that it was SBC and the cartoons were time slots. and lambchops- play-along was on at sat 830am.
Guyver
centurions
M.A.S.K
GI Joe
Reboot
thunder cats-Lion-O and panthera
Biker mice from mars
killer tomatoes
Ghostbusters
teenage mutant Ninja turtles
carebears
smurfs
anamaniacs
pinky and the brain
dexter
talespin
duck wing duck
street fighter
scrooge mcduck
ducktales
eewokes
dragonball
gummi bears
she-ra
he-man
tom and jerry show
road runner
looney tunes show
Conan the barbarian.
captain planet
magic school
bus timon and puumba
mighty mouse
atom ant
underdog
scooby and scrabby doo
flintstones
art attack
and when power rangers was just mighty morphin power rangers

xbox,playstation and pcs used to be
super nintendo, sega genesis , micro genius when we were still using floppy dics (5") super flamecon.

and the radio stations were playing
thafthumpin - chumbawamba
ice ice baby - vanilla ice
cant touch this - mc hammer
changes - 2pac
1989 - smashing pumpkins
walking on the sun - smash mouth
come out and play - offspring

and the $ 0.80 box with the blue robot cat on the front where you get a pack of choc balls and cheap toys>?
and the $0.40 cake called Hiro

when block catching, freeze and melt, hide and seek pepsi cola,and marbles was our favourite past time.
where we used to buy flavoured ice packs?for 20cents? when they sold large quality and value for money milk shakes at mac donalds for $1.80
life was simple , technology was not so advance.
Are we able to survive if we were back in time?

times were the happiest when i was a kid
igonore the underlying cause of how i am now
cartoons and fun were the only things on my mind
came back from school and stared at the box for hours
programmes after programs
day to night
glued to the screen even forgot to shower
thinkin virtual was reality
i wanted to be superman with super powers
was young and dumb
older now i know superheros have weakness
at the peak of my fitness
running all day chasing kids around my block no fuel yet never exhaust.
play fight, acting as police and theif
hide and seek everyday funny how we never got sick
guess its because we were kids
even though i've got friends from school and the hood
i never knew they were up to no good
and the fun depended solely on their mood
when they ganged up against me
where was home
im alone here on my own
we were poor never rich'
trembling with excitement when we at mickey d's for a cheese burger
on top of the world i got a hppay meal,
and im gonna tell the whole world tis is heaven and its real.
used to the beatings cause momma would whoop my ass so hard i'll bleed
never scared,never cry
don't need love, i still survive
never lie,reach for the sky wishing i could die
fly away live life in the streets of gold with no strife
im still having thoughts of eating a Hiro cake Turning into a super Hiro.

are we coming to the end of days
as predicted in the revelation page
choas and disasters strike
mass of people die
losing their fam ,children cry
living conditions a pig sty
tsunami survivors and victims with their hands faced up
head to the sky
still wondering why

Things we plan things we do,
fools we are ,we anticipate and get too excited
expectations too high but remember they don't usually come true
aim too high for the sky
what happens when no one catches yr fall
you fall down and die
don't start crying cos you already knew that these things ain't new.

Fed up with all that bullshit that they be telling you.
Your behavior and your words don't add up,
You’re fucked up
up the stakes
Volatile like liquid ability to be in all states
Create the right opportunity
Achieve in life or be damn by your community
Die for your dreams survive by your hopes
You live for them they don't live for you
Display your faith like your have for the pope.
Cope with the problems
Deal with situations
Dress up for the occasions
These people put you down, time to show your aggression
Focus your energy in realizing your dreams
Fools don't control your life
The key is in your hands don't lose it.
No strife no progress, hate to digress but im nice.
Take haters like sugar and spice
Alil spice will make yr bland life nice.




HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY CYN!

why is it when you express yourself, there would always be a person who gets the totally wrong idea and gets angry with you?
Think about this.
girls shave their armpit and leg hair?(right)because it is unsightly i suppose.
all i asked was what if the hair on our head, pubic, hands and eyebrows are considered unsightly as well,we would all be very hairless ppl,and we wouldn't dare go out.so how does that affect you?im not saying that you don't shave or that you're hairy...we should listen more then having the thought that people are always out to get you.

im not out to discriminate but freedom of expression is still my right, im just asking your opinions for more views.Im sorry to have given most such an explicit idea im not trynabe a psychopathtic pervert but its just really thought.

7 random things about myself:1. Im homophobic
2. im nice
3. i cook
4. im random
5. im down with flu for a week
6. i tink im done with the monotonity of life
7. ippt (fitness test) coming

7 things that scare me:
1.being fat
2. mobb by homos
3. if my liver fails from the antibiotics i take
4. aids
5. if i cant taste
if i cant smell
6. losing the people i care

7 random songs at the moment:
1. Notorious BIG ft Sadat X - Come on
2. take the lead OST - Que Sara sara
3. Ne-yo - Sexy Love
4. 2Pac - If heaven got a ghetto
5. Catotonia - Mulder and Scully
6. filter - take a picture
7. Boyz 2 Men - doin just fine

7 things i like most:
1. friends
2. money
3. spending
4. tattoos
5. girls
6. food
7. music

7 things i say most:
1. fuck
2. motherfucker
3. bitch
4 . wat the fuck
5. why are you angry
6. hi can i get your order
7. gay fuck

7 people to do this:
1. noone.

ok i've done it.
why is it when im free its so difficult to try and get friends out?when im free they're not and vice versa.
i need something to break the cycle of monotonity,its so fucking mundane. Work, study, work study work,study.


Catontonia - mulder and scully
chorus.
things are getting strange im starting to worry,
this could be a case for mulder and scully
things are getting strange that i cant slp alone.
here....
my bed is made for 2
there's nuttin i can do,
so tell me something i don't know
my head is full of you
there's nuttin i can do
must we all march in 2 by 2 by 2 by 2 ......

finally went to see the doctor after a week of suffering from the flu bug and bouts of cough and the uncurable fever.Above are the concoction of medication that i am currently taking.
lets get high on'em.

this is my knee,it was just a small wound from Last week's rugby game with Combined schools A. Look at it now..its pinkish-purple and filled with pus.

how cool is that.

what the hell is wrong with the system of Republic Polytechnic? i'm sick and i have a medical certificate as proof from my doctor (polyclinic-GOVT>) so if i wanna attend today's lesson why will i still be marked as absent or marked down base on my performance for that period that im there till class ends?(i see the logic, now that i reread my entry.Just ignore my stupidity and let me bitch.)

what kind of logic is that? Bird man- Haran suggested that i not attend today's lesson because of the screwed up system. So here i am 11.45am after gym and tanning,im lazing around doing nothing.

kids should be taught better manners from young. There was this boy who is about 6 yrs old riding up the lift with his family and me. My stop's at the 3rd floor, and this kid walked out by mistake and his dad called him back.Guess what he said, " i tot it is the 6th floor, im sowie"

his manners is exceptional.We - Singaporeans = rude and unreasonable people should learn from that lil boy.

oh..what are securities in your Condominuim for?
well,for all i know they are to safegueard your house like dogs, and the well being and peace keeping of the estate and residents.
For my Condominuim it is different.My Security gueards are .........ANJEDEES!
in the midst of fun and eating and Barbie-inng.this 2 guards were doing their rounds.when they saw us "kids" as they put it.they started sauntering slowly and stared at whoever stared back-espceially me because i have some special markings on my body.
Basically they trtied to pick a fight.But couldnt cos they were on duty.
Who the fuck does that?
Anjedees will always be anjedees...they will either die by drinking ,fighting or work as a security guard like a pathethic dog till they die.
Die motherfuckers Die!!!!!
stupid Anjedees....may you choke on the next Black cat,get stqabbed or let your own dogs tear you apart.

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my gifts to you are my thoughts
things bought from the heart still healing since the time we fought.
your man doesnt trust you
not as much as i do.
it shouldn't bother me
but its driving me crazy.
baby,eyes still lazy
looking though tainted glasses,view still hazy.

yesterday we had Haran's bday celebration.Happy bday you bitch of a bird,We had fun and the Mee Goreng was delicious.
baked my cake again as requested by Haran (the bday boy) " i want super chocolatey,so chocolatey i'll get a sorethroat after eating!" yes we all got a sorethroat after the BBQ but not from my cake,instead the smoke emmiting from the Barbie after the oh-so-smart haran asked me to douse the flames with olive oil thinking it'll make the fire bigger so the flames would lick the chicken wings. You're wrong you ASS!
Anyway i've got a name for my cake,since its awful looking but taste nice and warm and delicious.i'll name it Horribly Nice Chocolate cake!

now here's some interesting facts to ponder.
Ontology of Dust.
for guys who hate doing housework.
what is dusting?dusting isn't cleanning.Dusting does not remove dust from yr home.Dusting is simply agitating and relocating it.
do you want your ironning board to be a mini Gaza Strip?
Dust is not Dirt.
dirt jus sits there;sometimes it requires scrubbing.Dust on the other hand,can be shifted with a few flutters of a bundle of feather duster.
Dust-as the Good Book tells ys(Bible).is that from which we all arise and that to where we will return.
To struggle with dust is to struggle against our own destinies.
That dust that we constantly fight might just be our ancestors(great grand parents and grand parents)
Besides that speck of dust that you flick away might just be the late great Elvis presley or Ray Charles.