HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAUN!!!

aka: Styx, SaHun, SaTun, Peepeedog, Quickshot_90


Frens for 16 Years,

Same Skool for 10 Years,

Same Class for 8 Years..



Best Fren ever since.. one of them



sry i couldnt be there for the jacking








( Cai: my Bdae on 29 April.. )

nicely done, NUS

HEAR YE HEAR YE ALL YOU SMU SCUM.

your daily morale boost has arrived in the form of cai.(got cai sure happy right?)


april 25-- 2 papers

april 26-- 1 paper

april 27-- 1 paper

APRIL 29 whichisamotherfuckingcheebyeSATURDAY -- 1 paper.

i can only imagine what u guys will be doing on those days.

blonde joke

Most blonde jokes I've heard really aren't all that funny, but THIS ONE really takes the cake.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart. In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love. Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

1 of the 14 quirks of men

this is funny. can't say whether it's true or not though cos i'm not observant in that way.

Why does he get jealous about a boyfriend from seventh grade?
Bringing up an old flame, no matter how innocently, is a sure way to ignite the fires of jealousy in your guy's heart. Men, you may have noticed, can be incredibly competitive, and as Pat Love notes, "Talking about an old boyfriend makes him feel powerless. He's thinking, 'How can I compete with a memory?'" He can attempt to outwit - or, in the worst-case scenario, punch out - some guy he thinks is flirting with you at a bar, but there is nothing he can do about little Johnny Smith, who held hands with you on that field trip to the natural history museum. Man, we hate that guy.

thought of the day.

"it puts things in perspective real quick. you hit a bad shot and you want to get upset with yourself because you know you can hit better shots. but you know what? in the whole scheme of things, its just a golf shot. i want him (his father) around as long as possible, so its not about hitting some kind of golf shot at all. its about him feeling better and keep fighting and keep hanging in there" - woods.

my source of sanity in ocs. my friends and family. 

emo-lation

emo-lation (-mlshn)
n.

1. The act of emoting excessively. (Sometimes in an unnecessary manner.)

e.g.: Would you take a look at Shaun's blogpost?! Emo-lation again la...

remember you heard it first here at theEastGang.

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Manchi!

1. To check whether manchi is safe to eat, drop her in a bowl of water; rotten manchi will sink, and fresh manchi will float!
2. In Eastern Africa you can buy beer brewed from manchi.
3. The manchi-fighting market in the Philippines is huge - several thousand manchi-fights take place there every day!
4. Manchi is actually a mammal, not a fish.
5. Some hotels in Las Vegas have manchi floating in their swimming pools!
6. Manchi cannot swim.
7. Manchi will often glow under UV light.
8. It is bad luck to walk under manchi.
9. There are 336 dimples on manchi!
10. Manchi can be seen from space.

i just had to. haaaaaaaaaaad to post this. it's so funny.

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Shaun!

1. The air around shaun is superheated to about five times the temperature of the sun.
2. Shaun is 1500 years older than the pyramids!
3. Neil Armstrong first stepped on shaun with his left foot!
4. While sleeping, fifteen percent of men snore, and ten percent grind their shaun.
5. Peanuts and shaun are beans!
6. The horns of shaun are made entirely from hair.
7. The only Englishman to become shaun was Nicholas Breakspear, who was shaun from 1154 to 1159!
8. Shaun is actually a fruit, not a vegetable!
9. Shaun can give birth ten days after being born, and is born pregnant.
10. During World War II, Americans tried to train shaun to drop bombs.

lead lead lead

Nah beh, lead lead lead. Lead until like this...



Only know how to eat



Sleep


And get drunk.

Then wake up already grumpy grumpy,


Make us do PT


Do drill


Wash toilet


Nah beh even got torture training.


ccb.....lead lead lead.....

with pride we lead. so there.  

to lead.  

to excel. 

to overcome. 

cheam looking pissed. ian looking a bit weird..  

me. i know you guys are thinking wth we're doing. well. i think we're too stressed from studying. thats a corner in a gsr by the way. 

greg 

shaun 

beach stomp

Fwah flower power la shaun. Looks like that Nokia phone that looks great but is super bloody frikkin expensive because they got some French dude to design it. Dunno la. Maybe he draw with gold ink.

Anyway, anybody feel like taking part in a beach adventure race? There's this race called Beach Stomp coming up 9th April. Kayaking, bouldering (climbing la), running, swimming, jumping, mazes and puzzles!! And don't worry its only 10 km in total! Need to take part in two man teams so any takers? 60 bucks a team. Cai this is your territory le. Got sun, got sand, got sea, got boat and maybe got hot babe some more.

Oh and to jump on the V for Vendetta bandwagon:

Behind this mask is more than just flesh and bone, Mr Creedy. Behind this mask is an idea. And ideas are Bulletproof!!!

remember remember, the fifth of november!

People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.

wah damn pro, thanks.

eh greg, i know u busy SMUgging...


but your skeleton king with aegis is godly. i added a pers at first to pump me up. 3v3 the whole team quit before we even touched their base towers.

the king was purrring at his prowess.

version 1.0 OUT!

ok i was feeling very bored last night at 8pm so i decided to do up our blog. MY BLOG. since i'm the only one who bothers anyway.

hope the new layout is nice. spent about 10 hours on it. it's 6 am now. mmm. oh but must minus dota time. ok maybe 8 hours?

yes i know the flooble box has a different font compared to the rest of the blog. I'M TRYING TO FIX IT CAN.

if you dont' like any of the pictures i put up of you, too bad. i'm not going to change it.

brilliant, brilliant show.

brilliant, brilliant show.

lam(e)ster

i'm the dude that hides underneath your bed everynight. i make creaky noises under the stairs and shift things around your room without you knowing.

ronald's shoe and cheryl's shoe

ronald's shoe and my shoe

don't steal my pink nike bag

my best mate.

livin' it up in SMU in poh's kart. zhng my kart! 

mark's advice

you've already gotten the reaver, do you build heart of tarrasque or satanic? choose carefully because they both reap different results.

birthday blues

Yesterday was Mark's birthday and honestly all I can say about it is, thank goodness never kena own by girl.

Being a 'birthday-only' DOTA player when all your friends are friggin fanatics really sucks sometimes. First there's the fact that I'm sitting at a table with all my friends around me and I barely have any idea what on earth they're talking about. But of course thats probably why they're so friggin good. Win some SMU competition some more. Got Fish and Co voucher some more. Ok whatever. Secondly, there's some hot girl sitting at that very same table, which of course I would be very happy about, but darn it she's also nothing but DOTA!!! Urgh. Not only that but she's supposedly a good one too. So I sit there wondering how it would feel to have my arse handed to me by a girl.

It doesn't help that she tells me she'll try not to kill me too many times.

Ok so DOTA time. When is it ever not DOTA time I always wonder. First gane...bloody heng. She's my team. Bloody frikkin heng. She save my life a few times some more. But the second game. Big problem. She's on the other team....and in my lane!!!

'Ok Isaac, just don't kena own by girl.'

7 minutes later, I'm dead, both towers in the lane are down and rest of the team is scrambling to cope. Jialat.

'Frikkin hell I'm going to kill her! So help me God I'll tear her limb from limb!! Dragon knight do more than whole life spit fire one.'

Ok I manage to get Messerschimdt's Reaver by level 11. Not too bad. Only a bit more to Heart of Tarrasque.

Then all hell breaks loose.

Ccb. Everytime I die its the same nick in my face. I'm getting systematically raped by a hot girl. And not in a favourable sense either. And then somehow I just start getting angrier and angrier. When we finally lose I can't help but grab my drink can and hurl it against the wall. ARGH.

‘Knnbccb. Stupid voice in my head.’

Luckily somebody saves the day and tells me Shaun and her switched nicks. So all this while I was getting ass kicked by Shaun. I’m not sure whether to feel happy or sad.

And yes I'm a male chauvinist pig. Sorry la. Happy birthday Mark!!!

Operation WEDNESDAY: Codename MARK AND RANDY

a picture paints a thousand words

you know the place, you know the venue, you know what to do.
join us for prezouk@theRiver
drinks are on the house, cups and mixers are on johnnash
see you there!

good advice from aunt mok

nicole. says:
say what i said.
nicole. says:
'WHAT THE FUCK?!!"
shaun ..because i believe there's something left for you and me says:
haha you're not very good influence
nicole. says:
AM I YOUR FREAKING DAUGHTER OR SOME STRANGER?!
nicole. says:
EVERYTHING I DO ALSO WRONG.
nicole. says:
I TELL YOU WHAT I REALLY WANNA DO, YOU TELL ME TO DO SOMETHINGELSE?!
nicole. says:
WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO?!!!!!!!!!!!!
nicole. says:
and then slam the door
nicole. says:
very effective
nicole. says:

=)

...cai let's fuck them up together

worked at bowne last night 7pm - 7am, came home packed bag went straight to school. after school play dota then eat dinner until 9pm. that's...alot of awake hours. especially for me.

grumpy.

i know most of you are always shocked when i say things about my parents e.g. they're assholes or bitches. but the truth is noone can truly comprehend the amount of animousity that hangs in the air with my parents. they are truly mother fuckers. or father fuckers. whichever. maybe isaac knows.

dad picked me up. ask me whether i went to IT show. everything is fine, conversation is normal. then i said "i want to buy a camera". then everything went wrong. and this is why i reminded myself once again why i should stop talking to such judgemental assholes. they have this shitload of money issues with me. i have no idea how it started but till this point in time i've always been spending within my limit. i don't ask for more, i don't borrow money, i help out in the house. fuck them.

i said i've been giving serious thought to taking up photography, because i want to do events and stuff and help out in marketing. i personally think i've a flair/talent in design. at least more than average to work on. so i said i want to start off with a low end DSLR. my dad was like that's a shitload of money for such a stupid hobby. what kinda fuck heads say such things when it's something i'm passionate about. then he went on to say you wanna spend so much money on something that doesn't pay you. i'm like....uhhhh.... wtf you help out at the fucking orchard condo as the chairman and you don't get fucking paid then why you still so on to help out? then he diam diam. mother fucker.

best part is i didn't even ask him to buy the damn thing for me. i was gonna work it off myself. i told him why he spend money on good golf clubs. might as well get a satay stick go whack balls. cheaper that way. he say "oh i'm working what. working can afford. now you no income spend so much money". that's seriously something only a fucked up parent would say. i mean i'm in freaking university. i have events to help out with, clubs to organize activities with. so many chances to use this passion/talent. when i'm freaking working i'll be brain dead and tired everyday. which parent doesn't realize this? that university is the motherfucking highlight of a child's life. stupid retards i swear. they're so god damned tight. not liberal, getting old and fucking anal.

that's why i don't talk to them. in fact. i should stop trying at all. everytime i tell them something they just rip my ego away and throw it out the window. EVERYTIME.

the best part. i went home. thought my mom would understand but FUCK ME HOW COULD I MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES OVER AND OVER AGAIN?? mom was like so expensive blah balh balh. then she said you don't even take good photos. WAH. i'm like fuck you bitch i did a photography presentation. the prof is a photographer give me A+ what you want? my class all rate me 90+/100 for the project what you want? then she stubbornly went on ranting. RANTING. oh you know you uncle who and who, your friend this and that. use cheap camera also take nice picture. why can't you use cheap camera? it's not about the camera. you wanna start learning should start from cheap camera. then i tried explaining the difference in an SLR and that cheap plastic olympus sitting on my table, but obviously parents are so gone in their dino world they just can't comprehend. apparently unless she likes the picture then it's a good picture. fucking dinosaurs i tell you. like they call the CPU a modem. and the computer a machine. eh shaun the machine is spoilt go fix it. eh what's this tower thing. modem right. FUCK YOU.

when i did BGS project, i decided to open up to parents and tell them some of the problems i faced. namely i sent SIA an email about CSR and SIA brushed me off. when i told my mom this, first thing she said was "you didn't try hard enough". i was like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU PSYCHO FUCK UP???" i just can't put the emotion into words. i'm just soo soo apalled. i even emailed SIA at the correct dept. ETHICS DEPT. then my parents just think everything is my fault and i didn't try hard enough. how the hell do you live with people like this?

everyday i try my best to be the son they want. everyday i try to help out in everyway i can. i don't ask for anything at all. ANYTHING. no birthdays, no extra money, no please fetch me now. everyday they just think i'm more and more untrustworthy.

somemore. talking to my mom halfway, getting heated, she starts doing housework. walks here and there while i'm trying to convey a point. goes behind to do laundry. moment i stop, she sits down watch tv. FUCK YOU BITCH. whole day just complain that your son don't talk to his parents. I WONDER WHY. if you're always going to put down everything your son wants to do, why the hell would he want to tell you anything? why the hell would he want to talk to you?

at this rate, i'm going to move out. i just can't wait till i earn my first paycheck. first hints of freedom. it's been going on for too long.

i really don't get it. a passion. something i've put much thought into. something that means something to me. but they just have to make me live my life their way. every step of the way their way. no way. don't expect me to become loving when i start working. when freedom calls, i'm bailing bitches.

working midnight madness

somehow working at bowne in the middle of the god damned night for 12 hours, i keep hearing this warcraft voice in my head. i can't place which dude says it, but it goes like this:

"make use of me" *growl*

yes trinia, lerma and florence...... make use of me.

melancholy in jazz

"

...or even be glad

just to be sad

thinking of you...

"

-Frank Sinatra,

'It Had To Be You'

tsk tsk

Aiyo everybody sounds so depressed. Its like how sunny these days and all everybody can talk about is how dark and dreary they feel. I think you guys need to listen to this.

Cheer up le. Got so much great stuff coming up!

tango under the waterfall

the dance of a few simple steps,
were so magical.
transformed and transported into a different world,
where cares dont matter.

everynight i sit here by my window,
staring at the lonely avenue.
watching lovers holding hands and laughing,
thinking bout the things we used to do.

slumped in the seats,
eyes affixed.
soft music playing,
wanting to fall asleep forever.

someday when i'm awfully low,
when the world is cold.
i will feel the glow just thinking of you,
and the way you look tonight.
you're lovely, with your smile so warm,
and your cheeks so soft,
there is nothing for me, but to love you
and the way you look tonight.

seems like a dream.
i never want to wake up from this dream.

need/want

all this while i find that i need someone to talk to. a person wiser and more mature. with the patience to hear what i have to say but what i cannot properly articulate. with the knowledge to know and understand what i am experiencing. and reply me with advice through words that i can hear and actions that i can see. set me straight in a direction and cast away all my apathy.

all this while i find that i want someone to talk to. a person who has no qualms to just sit and talk. with the patience to hear what i have to say about anything under the sun. to lie in the grass and count the stars with while singing songs that will soothe our souls. to dance in the rain and bask in the sun with. yet she cannot possibly exist. for time does not allow her existence.

when the need and the want collide, perhaps then life would begin afresh.

i miss the days when we were younger. where consequence bore no effect on our actions, days were spent living with reckless abandon and life was all about making the most out of today.

this just isn't my season

man life just sucks for me right now

i'm sitting in the lib waiting for ian and greg cause we were supposed to go to speedwing together but i forgot to bring my passport. damn pissed. then went to take photo at stamford house, debit card declined. cb. now gotta go bank and settle that shit. paid by cash so now i'm cashless. sitting in the library nothing to do right, check email. stats prof say mid terms are back. go and check. cb lousy grades. wth. and i put in effort for stats. something i should be getting A for

a bunch of relationship backlog to clear up, annnoying the hell out of me

i don't understand my SIS mods. and dunnoe what to do about them.

i think i'll start living in school.

New Moon Essence of Chicken

hi guys. i seldom post here now i realise. i dont even know how. so for the title i just type the first thing i see on my table. like what i do for my own blog.

now everyones playing dota.

sorry i cannot be there. my life's a mess. u will see very little of cai for the rest of the semester hopefully. visits to SMU. will be a rarity. dont say "yea right" so fast!

few shout outs to poeple whom i still care about.

greg: hang in there too. apparently u've been through shit yourself. trying sailing one of these days wont you?
jianhong: thanks for the pics. even though sometimes i think u act damn gay, when im feeling like shit u seem to be the most sincere dude around wanting to help me.
ian: i miss you. but since u never show me u miss me, means u never miss me.
shaun: GEEZ man.
anna and mandy: thanks to you two i remember how it is to talk on the phone for more than 2 mins at a go. and i remember who my friends really are.

today is wednesday and its mambo night. my life is on the downswing and trying to pull it back straight. and when it does, im gonna have to keep my head down and keep driving, cos i never know when the next lull will come. dont ask me to club unless you're absolutely gorgeous. dont ask me to dota unless i ask you first.

tmr we continue the relentless pursuit of whatever we've been relentlessly pursuing.