Mee Siam Mai Hum

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Last day of holidays fast passing. Officially left with 2 hours 30 minutes to my bedtime. Still have to rush out a LIT ACE and pack my bag. Yawnx.

Just came back from a gathering with relatives on my father's side. Ironically my father wasn't there and my mother, not being on very good speaking terms with them, was forced to go to avoid an argument with my father. That reason was... to say the least, pathetic. But that was all the reason we had. Lets see first we picked my oldest aunt's family up. First thing that struck me. OMG. I not sure if it was on purpose or what. But the mother and the sisters were wearing the same tee and pants. Strangely abnormal. I thought girls hated wearing the same clothes. A new insight. But they are confined 24 hours within their house with 1 hour of computer access, no TV besides the radio. Yes, thus their understanding of internet lingo is very limited. But they still make brave attempts to use them. That I applaud. My sister on the other hand was rattling off lame and cool like a machinegun. God. My aunt is shorter than me and is erm 70+ kg? My younger cousin is shorter than me (at last) and weighs 62? Yes and the oldest, who is shorter than HER sister comes in at 55. Giggling bunch of people. I respect my aunt a lot, but am unable to channel that respect to her two daughters.

At the party we found out it was a birthday party and that we hadn't prepared any present. Wanted to kope a red packet, but sadly that option wasn't available. So we burst the beans and they said it wasn't necessary. Very reserved throughout the whole thing. Yes. I forgot to mention my sister can't stand my cousins. Which is rather... *speechless*

Bored myself out the whole thing. Ate at some stupid buffet which wasn't appetizing to say the least. A baby had drooled over the whole thing. Gah. I just found out how many relatives I have that are girls. And I'm the oldest of them all. IM NOT A GIRL BUT I CAN'T BE BOTHERED REPHRASING. Yah. All of them are so ruddy cute. So I tagged along to the playground (indoor) and became an unofficial NCBP (Non-commissioned ball picker). Forgive the pun. I was smirking but no one seemed to understand so I smirked more. Met Marc. My ex-bestfriend. Ex-Pasir-rian. Anglican. Subdued silence. He hasn't changed much. Really. Still that same stupid laugh. Hehe. Like mine is very clever. He was with his friends. Exchanged greetings then didn't talk anymore. Erpx. Anyway I was having fun looking for balls all over and squishing them then throwing them back into the ballpit (don't you dare think dirty). Yup. My twice removed cousins are kewte! Totally. Especially Dawn! Keeps falling down. So cute! Never cry wor....

Haha. Well I was acting totally stupid. I chartered the services of my sister. I didn't know i could climb so well. I was clambering over the structure. Albeit on the OUTSIDE. My sis followed suit. Thank God my mother wasn't there. Reminds me of my childhood. Downtown east there. Got 1 place with lots of colourful balls to play with. Hmm.

Anyway we left for home after that.

Checked the EMB. Just. Got 25/30 for my essay. Surprising I rushed it out completely last minute. Kenneth's essay was plagiarized. Here is an act of sabotage.
Amanda Chong

I really think it isn't very nice of him to copy an RGS girl's essay. Although their literary standards are by far the best in Singapore. (Really? *Skeptical look*) Of course that is not my opinion, I think that HCI's the best. Cause their Chinese suck. *Sniggerx* Gah

Thats it. Once school reopens I got more to blog about! For now bear with reading my very gory essay....

I stepped out of “my” armoured Mercedes, which was part of the fake impression the organization had to project. What they wanted was for us to be known as glamourous celebrities, to be judged worthy by the public. This delusion was not unwarranted. They wanted to make us special, to make us stand out. We were portrayed as extraordinary personalities, to pique consumer interest and increase revenues. It was all an act. I did not mind. I enjoyed the ring; I enjoyed the atmosphere and the fights. It was all in there for me. The pay mattered not. What matters at the end of the day is whether you had enjoyed it all. [past tense] I was an exception. The rest either were seeking protection from the triads or had some threat issued to them.
I raised my arms parallel to my waist as two “personal assistants” buttoned my coat. One of them, [--] a sniveling opportunist [--] muttered, “You’d better win. I bet my month’s money on you.” I snorted in reply, striding haughtily towards the entrance. When had I ever lost a match? The King of the Hill has never [had] failed to deliver.
I entered the sleazy building which could house a surprisingly large number of people. Such was my popularity that tickets were hard to come by. The arena’s atmosphere was rejuvenating. My [the] hero-worshippers cheered so loud the whispers from the loser’s side were drowned out. I smirked and spat in the direction of the enemy. Every fight was a war. I was the ever-victorious general. No one doubted that. Not unless they were a bunch of suckers or deluded rascals. War had no rules. I loved the pandemonium. Very rarely did my opponent leave the arena alive. Even IF so, he would be in a mangled mess,[--] head and everything bloodied.
Cockily I stood in the middle of the arena, arms folded, eyes rolled. The crowd went into complete ecstasy at these very simple actions. Characteristically I smirked. My opponent, a wimp who deserved nothing but death, entered. Fear was etched in his eyes, evident in his mannerisms, especially when he saw my nonchalance and aura of confidence. All my victims were the same, all defeated by my great name before they were even struck by my first blow. Routinely, I raised him by the neck then threw him head on into the iron pillar. Grinning wildly now, with the huge, roaring, bloodthirsty crowd bearing witness to my actions, I dealt him a merciless punch in the ribcage. It felt awesome hearing his ribs crack. Macabre, grisly perhaps, but I was just fulfilling the crowd’s wish! I yelled in an all-consuming rage, “DON’T YOU EVER DARE TRY OPPOSE ME! THIS SERVES AS A WARNING TO EVERYBODY!!!” Euphoria struck the masses, as the spectators went insane. Fuelled by this, my fury and sadism reached another peak. I lay him prostrate on the ground, and then proceeded to stamp on his groin with an earthshaking force.
“Mercy…please…” he begged, as he writhed in pain, his life energies dissipating fast. I stood a minute in silent tribute to yet another fallen fool. This was customary, a ritual I performed each time I did this. A minute of regret, a minute of flashback.
Fifteen years ago, I had watched my own father mobbed by a gang for defaulting on payment. He had suffered fatal injuries and died in hospital. The emotional hurt it cost me transformed me overnight. I had once been a silent and timid boy, [--] inconceivable as it seems. [now seemed] I became an aggressor, a champion. A fighter, not a quitter, in a quest to avenge my dad by taking it out on whoever was unlucky [enough] to cross my path. I clenched my fists in iron resolve, then opened my eyes. The lights were blinding and had intensified in celebration. Another pawn had added to my tally of victories.
Amidst the intoxicating fervor and caterwauling of bettors collecting and paying bets, the police slipped in. Gunshots rang out, and the mafia-run illegal wrestling den was declared bust. Spectators and organizers alike squat down in the most humiliating manner. Proud and supercilious, I squealed in the most highfalutin manner, “Ooh! It’s the police. Am I soooo scared!” to general smiles. I was delivered a shot to the leg. I winced in pain as they were ushered outside. Furious, I began assaulting the nearest police officer. I was beyond caring. I preferred a quick death to life imprisonment anyway. Not the wishy-washy sort, no that is so not me. [was] Blood gushed out of his head like a fountain.
“Criminal madman! Reinforcements!” the policemen shouted into their walkie-talkies. I grinned maniacally and pounced on the next. They emptied their cartridges into me. I knew I was dead. But I had to deal as much damage as possible. My life would not come easy. Seething with fury, nearing death, I broke the spinal cord of my next victim, who had been paralysed with morbid fear. I was a tornado of destruction. I threw a chair at the nearest person, knocking the breath and consciousness out of him. Furious that they had rendered my career and awesome life to an end, inborn strength resulted. I was oblivious to any sort of pain they could inflict on me with those pathetic pistols. They would pay manifold. [many times over] Bloodlust and frenzy took on an enhanced meaning as I lunged for another target, yet another of those who hadn’t run yet.
Suddenly, I heard a loud boom and felt my actions slur. A hole had been blown in my skull by a shotgun! I collapsed, lifeless. The faces of the victims, mocking and smug, floated as holograms [like] in front of me. Divine comeuppance, as religious people would say. I never believed their crap. Regret had never been in my vocabulary. I had lived my life the way I wanted to. I showed them all, they all paid, I triumphed countless times…. Faintly smiling with contentment, the last wisps of life left me….

This is the corrected version. Thats it still got to rush homework. Doesn't anyone admire my courage? Blogging when there's still filing and homework to do. Bye...

2L @ 8:39 PM
"Sorry also must exprain"
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Hello Uncle...Bah Chor Mee one. I want chilli plus tur Kwa plus can I watch your CCTV playback of Jeff Lopez...=D